Thinking about MonsterJon non-apocalypse version.
Just him getting pregnant and Sasha going through like the five stages of what the fuck, because oh god she did not know this was a possibility. Sasha’s archiving assistant job quickly becomes a, keep the needy pregnant monster happy job. Jonah helps but he’s now become accustomed to being allowed to get work done, so now it’s Sasha’s responsibility.
MonsterJon getting fucking mood swings, from needy baby to sad pathetic monster, to just bites everything. Luckily Jon doesn’t want to hurt her during any of these, but he has chewed through several items of furniture and Sasha’s hand keeps cramping from fingering Jon till he calms down.
Sasha doing her best to keep Jon in the Archives, because turns out the pregnant monster has decided to extend his territory to the whole Institute, specifically he seems intent on getting to Jonah’s office and dragging several things from there to his nest in the archive when he gets in a particular mood.
Sasha sending Jonah a very strongly worded email that her pay better increase or she’s letting Jon drag his fancy desk into the basement next time.
“Well that’s not ideal,” Jon supposed that he really should have expected this. He had spent his unmedicated heat with two Alphas, of course he had gotten pregnant. Honestly he should have probably been concerned that everything was working if the test had been negative.
Didn’t change the fact that he wanted to scream.
Sure some part of him knew this wasn’t just on him, it took two to tango, or three in this case, but still, it felt like his fault. Indulging himself he let out a few sad whines from his subvocals. ‘Stupid alphas, stupid omega, stupid heat, stupid stupid stupid,’ it sounded childish but it did help for the moment.
Briefly he wondered whose it was, he knew there would be no telling without some test since both had come inside Jon plenty. He wasn’t quite sure which would be worse, either knocked up by his boss or his employee, either way people were going to talk.
He took a deep breath, it was fine he’d get back to work and deal with this later. He could-
“Jon?” He couldn’t keep the instinctive whine from his subvocals as he nearly crashed into Elias. Well that was what he got for not looking where he was going. At least, nope there was Sasha too, of course Jon’s luck had been a little too good lately seemed things were balancing out. Of course they would both be in his office when all he wanted was to get back to work.
“Are you alright?” Jon couldn’t stand the concern in Elias’s voice, and of course his other voice decided to let him know just how alright he was.
‘No, I’m small and sad, Alphas bad, so stupid and bad, how dare they,’ Jon tried to stop himself, but it seemed his instincts had decided that enough was enough. ‘Want hug, want Alphas, why aren’t they taking care of us, do they not want us? Are we a bad omega, we-.’
Jon was cut off as Elias’s arms wrapped around him pulling him against his chest. Sasha was not far behind stroking his back, letting out a soft comforting rumble.
Their subvocals practically echoed over each other in a chorus of, no good omegas and we’re here’s. Jon’s higher brain wanted to explode in embarrassment, while his stupid omega brain was practically preening at the attention, and it had firmly grabbed the reigns in this. God he was even getting wet, he wondered idly how loudly his pheromones were broadcasting ‘fuck me’ to the other two.
Apparently quite loudly as Jon could feel Elias growing hard where he was pressed against him, and Sasha’s stroking had drifted from his back to squeezing his arse. Neither seemed to notice the change, or at least Jon couldn’t tell, if they had.
Jon opened his mouth to say something, but Elias’s lips on his stopped any words, his tongue pressing inside, and Jon’s knees went weak. Seemed his brain had decided it was not listening anymore, again. He let himself be lifted like he weighed nothing and placed in his own desk, hearing the door to his office click shut, and the lock being turned. Well that was something at least.
Jon should probably tell the two of them before this went any farther, but really it wasn’t like he could get more pregnant.