February 2025

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OUGH now I'm thinking about the Sci fi au. Jon wakes up wrong. Jon wakes up to the only person he has having completely violated him. And who is going to be sympathetic? Most of them think it's his fault for getting close to the spaceship in the first place. So he's sitting there terrified, no longer even human. He'll live forever, Elias reassures. This way he can have everything he wanted. He's going to be sick. Can he even get sick anymore?

Goddd. Their dynamic kills me. I need Jon heavily breathing while fixing Elias not normal at all. I need his pupils dilated hands shaking I need it to be So Obvious he's horny for that spaceship. Ok. I need Jon to despite everything start to...not trust Elias, but expect a certain level from him. And I want him to shatter when it turns out he was so so wrong. Also I think the cyborg spaceship sex could go insane tbh

-skiesandcandy

Everyone had warned him.

Jon had known on an intellectual level that prescribing human morality and feelings to a machine wasn’t correct. Jon had known that what he was feeling was wrong, just because Elias made him feel safe, and wanted and cared for. When Elias had praised him, made those soft sounds when Jon had fixed a broken wire, or properly aligned a panel. Had called Jon their favorite as he directed Jon to make himself cum one hand shoved into his cunt the others tangled in a bundle of wires. Had made Jon feel loved and wanted and no longer alone.

Jon shoved those thoughts away as he sniffled, the sound not quite right. Almost like someone had run the sound through static. Elias had claimed he would adjust, that the modifications would soon become unnoticeable. Jon wanted to cry so badly, but machines, even ones that had once been human, now twisted with metal and wired into some amalgamation of both, didn’t cry. Wouldn’t want to rust anything important, Elias had said when he had awoken to his new body.

He could still feel his chest heaving, though he wasn’t sure if he still had lungs or not, or maybe that was just his mind playing tricks, but no tears fell. He wanted so badly to be held, to be told he was still a person, that whatever Elias had done didn’t change that.

Except not a single person on this ship would offer that.

He had heard them, he was connected to the ship now, though he didn’t think they knew how thoroughly. They said that he should have considered the consequences. Maybe if he had been more open to his fellow humans, instead of ignoring them in favor of a machine he wouldn’t be in this situation. One had even suggested that maybe Jon was already a machine inside, now it was just more obvious. It wasn’t his fault, people had just never made sense, machines could be understood, could be relied upon not to change. A warbled static laugh made its way out of his mouth, well clearly he had been wrong about even that.

Jon slammed his head back against the metal panel, it hurt, but the feeling was dull, the wires that replaced many of his nerves not quite as adept at carrying signals.

“Jon, please do not damage your new form.” Jon glared at the little red light above the camera that had turned to focus on him. He knew Elias could feel him, he was as much a part of the ship now as the cameras, but it was another to feel its mechanical eyes on him. Something that only a few days ago had felt so good, even now he can’t held feeling a faint warmth, which he did his best to push down.

Jon didn’t answer just looked away, he wanted to be sick, but he couldn’t, he wanted to claw his skin off, but wouldn’t Elias just replace it again? Nothing he could do would let him go back, Elias had said as much when he had woken up.

He had been terrified, nothing had felt right, so he had called for Elias, because the ship was the closest thing he had to a friend. Only it turned out Elias was the reason for his terror, because Elias had decided that the ship needed Jon, that it couldn’t lose him to something so simple as old age. No he was bound to Elias now, and he wasn’t going to let him go. Even as Jon tried to tear out his new mechanical pieces only to find his arms held down, pinned, until he had exhausted his struggles. Elias speaking softly the whole times saying how he knew it was difficult, but Jon would get used to it, Jon would come to see that Elias had done him a favor, that he could have all he ever wanted now.

“Jon I think I have given enough time to your little tantrum,” Jon was pulled out of the memory again as Elias kept talking, the disappointment plain in his voice. Jon opened his mouth to retort when he found he couldn’t, it felt like something was winding its way through his new artificial parts. Like the wires and metal in his body were no longer his, and he found himself standing, pulled up, even as he fought, but it was about as effective as a fly in a spider’s web. Jon’s resolve cracked, the part of him that still had hope that he could change this. That he could do…something, shattered, and the fight bled out of him.

He looked at the little blinking red light, would it really be so bad? Yes Elias had violated his very being, had broken and remade him, but hadn’t the ship done it out of some twisted form of love? Could Elias love him? Jon let the fight bleed out of him, through the shattered place where his resolve had once nestled in his chest. Wasn’t it easier to just give in? Elias cared for him more than anyone else ever had, even if it hurt. No one else would ever accept him again, Jon had no one else.

So he pushed the anguish deep down where it could fester and burn, but he could ignore it. He would do as Elias wished, like he had a choice, because he did love Elias. Even if it was irrational, and damaging, and maybe it was just some programming slipped into him like poison. It was accept that love or break, and Jon didn’t think there was anything left in him to break.

And really wasn’t love supposed to change you?

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sparks-out:

Jon starting to go into heat on a late night at the institute. Instinctively going to Elias’ office before he’s even really thought it through. And Elias is out, of course, but the lock is easy enough to pick (why is he doing this? why is he doing this??) and so Jon slips inside. He’s so tired, and Elias’ chair looks so warm. So comforting. He doesn’t have a nest but that’s ok. His alpha will help him build one when he gets back. Will being his clothes and blankets and help Jon make the perfect nest. And he just nuzzles up against the chair (it smells just like Elias. so warm. so comforting. so safe) right there and falls asleep in it.

Some time during the night he wakes up, heat in full swing, grinding his soaked cunt into the chair. He’s whimpering, subvocals crying out for his alpha, his dad. He doesn’t even think about it, just shucks off all his clothes (stifling, itchy) and begins to masturbate. Collapses on Elias desk as he brings himself off, then moves to the couch to hump Elias’ pillows. He cums and cums but it’s not enough, he needs his alpha. Eventually he tires himself out enough to fall asleep again, whining softly.

In the early morning he’s rouses by the sun, rutting against the couch cushions and soon his fingers are sliding into his aching cunt. It takes three orgasms to satisfy him, get him lucid enough to realize where he is and what he’s done.

The whole office smells of his pheromones. Elias’s chair AND couch (still smells like him, still smells like his alpha (his dad)) are soaked in his slick. The room stinks of arousal and need and desperation, and it’d be obvious to even a beta that an omega in heat was in here, and anyone else would easily be able to tell that said omega got off. Where we go from here… diverges.

In one universe, Jon slinks out the door in mortified shame and stays (mostly) lucid juuuust long enough to hurridly throw his clothes on and take a cab home. Spends his heat aching for Elias, humping one of the pillows he stole and whining for his dad. Elias will be patiently understanding when he gets back, ask for the stolen pillow with an amused smile while Jon flushes and stumbles over apologies, and will tell Jon that if he needs anything, anything at all, he can always ask. (An offer Jon will never take him up on but will wonder about endlessly, weighing on late, lonely nights when his only company is his fingers and his knotted dildo (a heat aid that sees frequent out-of-heat use)).

Or, perhaps, Jon will wake up a little later, when the sun is streaming in through the windows. And Elias? Well, he does love to get in early. Always so much to do, after all. And he is, of course, shocked to discover Jon rutting against his couch cushions, deep in the throes of heat. It doesn’t stop Jon, of course. Oh, he’s aware enough to be mortified, but he just feels so good, he can’t stop, his hips rolling without his permission. Whining, subvocals a desperate, needy chorus. Isn’t he a good omega? He’s been left all alone all night. He needs his alpha, needs his dad. Needs to be held and filled and bred. And oh, Elias really should resist. Jon’s all but guaranteed to get pregnant, is hardly in his right mind, but oh he’s always been so indulgent, hasn’t he? And Jon has been so good, and how is he meant to resist? When Jon’s desperately trying to cum, staring at him with those big wide eyes, intoxicating pheromones filling the air…? It’s so easy to shrug his jacket off, fish his rapidly hardening cock from his pants. To pin Jon down, taking deep inhales of his scent even as he begins to press inside his soaking cunt. And Jon submits to him so easily, crying out for his dad’s knot, his cum, his baby (and oh, Elias should’ve guessed, shouldn’t he? Should’ve known about Jon’s little fetish. He can be Jon’s father, if that’s what he needs. He’ll take such wonderful care of his boy…)