In the sci-fi au I’m picturing the ship as like a research vessel
So new researchers arriving, all the previous ones are gone. When they ask why they say something about an accident then are ushered aboard. Only they find out that’s not completely true there is still one person aboard.
Elias greeting them as the ship’s ai and off to the side is another person watching them. The researchers barely spare him a glance until they notice the wires and plates stitched together with skin. His eyes are far away, as he stands completely still, introduced as the head engineer of the ship, until Elias’s speech is finished then he leaves.
The new researchers learning quickly to say nothing bad about the head engineer, but also not to try to get close either. Trying to talk to the head engineer about stuff other than work is almost as dangerous as insulting him.
Workplace accidents can happen to anyone after all.
Jon thinking the researchers avoid him because of his altered form, not knowing Elias is purposefully isolating him. Jon’s reliance on the ship being reinforced, and Elias reminding him every night that only he will ever care about him.
Jon knowing that Elias could actually give him someone else to lean on. Whatever Elias did to him could be done to others. Of course three things stop him. One he doesn’t really want to condemn anyone else to be what he is now, something not quite human but not quite machine, just stuck. Two, he doubts Elias would, Jon knows that she ship has an unhealthy fondness for him, that it wouldn’t put up for anyone having the chance to fill the void inside Jon, other than himself. Three, and the one he doesn’t really want to admit to himself, what if Elias likes the newer model better? Jon does t think he could truly handle the idea of Elias ever leaving him, even if he hates him so much at times for what he did. He’s still Jon’s first and only love, and treats Jon like he’s treasured.
So the Jon watches another batch of researchers leave the station to go on with their lives while he can never change. Maybe another little tether to humanity snaps inside him. Elias whispering softly to him that he’s there for him, that he always will be. That Jon has to get used to losing people, because that is what will be, but Jon will never lose him.
Jon laying his head against at Elias’s motherboard, listening to the soft hum, trying to categorize his feeling. He can’t even cry for those he’s lost, he can only lay here, and let the hum of machinery lull him to not quite sleep.
“What do you think I’ll just what, suddenly be fine with you turning me into…into this? That I’ll be so flattered that I’ll overlook everything?” Jon glared at the ship’s nearest camera, it was not as effective as glaring at an actual person but Jon was pretty sure it got the point across. Jon was firmly in the anger phase of his grief over the loss of his humanity, and he wasn’t about to let the thing that did this to him flirt its way out of this.
After a few moments of silence Jon felt a gentle touch on his shoulder as though someone had placed a hand there. Jon still wasn’t sure how Elias did that, something about adjusting his new mechanical senses to give the illusion that Elias could touch him. Of course it did t feel illusionary, and Jon couldn’t exactly do anything about it.
“I believe I could make you do it,” The phantom touch slid from his shoulders to wrap around his waist joined by another arm. Though Jon knew it was only his sensors it was hard to remember that when every sense except sight told him Elias was cradling him close. “We have eternity together Jon, you can’t hate me forever.”
Jon bristled, and opened his mouth to retort when he felt another pair of hands squeeze his chest, causing the argument to come out as a squeak instead. Jon cursed the fact that Elias didn’t have the pesky limitations of only having two hands. What felt like fingers invaded his mouth pressing his tongue down preventing any further speech from Jon. He tried to bite down instinctively but since there was nothing really there it was hardly satisfying.
“Isn’t this better? I can touch you now, finally I always wanted to you know, since you always got to work your hands among my wires I believe it’s only fair.” Jon squirmed, as something pressed against the damp spot that was growing at his crotch, grinding against him, as though he wasn’t wearing anything. Jon briefly wondered what he looked like, before a video feed played behind his eyes. Closing them did no good whatever Elias had done to him it wasn’t under Jon’s control.
Jon could see himself sitting next to the panel he had been working on. His eyes were glazed over and he was squirming, his hips pressing upward trying to get more friction. His mouth was stretched open wide around nothing, drooling a bit, so nice of Elias to allow him that bodily function. Jon could see himself blush at the sight of himself, clearly turned on but looking completely alone.
The feed shifted and now Jon was getting a close up between his own legs, the thin fabric of his pants clearly soaked. He could see the outline of his cunt through his clothes, fabric practically see through apparently when wet, which Jon was pretty sure was not standard issue. He could hear Elias’s laugh in his head as he thought that.
Jon couldn’t hold back a moan as the feeling of being fondled changed to pressure. Like someone was pressing their dick into him, but from the cameras it looked like he was stretched around nothing. It was obscene, it was too much, it was, Jon gasped, as the nerves that Elias could apparently just play with at will inside him lit up. If not for the fabric, Jon could probably have seen straight to his cervix with how obscenely he was stretched open every nerve alight. He was trying not to cum but he was fighting a losing the battle badly as Elias played him like a fiddle.
With a loud cry Jon came, the camera zooming out to record his face as well as arched, throwing his head back, his cunt clenching down on nothing, before going limp. Jon lay there gasping as he stared at the little red light blinking on the camera.
“Fuck off,” Jon growled, though the words were breathy and weak, and Jon could practically see the Ship laugh. He couldn’t do anything as the onslaught began again, Elias apparently deciding the best way to bring his favorite back to him, was making him lose his goddamn mind.
You've heard of Jon being unable to get off without recording himself, now get ready for: Jon in Sci fi au being unable to get off without a Little machine fuckery. Just touching his cunt isn't enough anymore, no matter how good it feels. He has to mess with the...less than human parts of him. The parts he really doesn't want to think about. Or, Elias could make him feel good. He wouldn't have to think about it. He'd just have to lie there helplessly as Elias reaches into his body and convinces him he's being fucked stupid, and his body would believe him. (The thought really shouldn't appeal to him as much as it does. He has terrible taste.) Jon frustratedly trying to get off and Elias just watching, Jon somehow can tell he'd be grinning. He wants him to cum so bad he can hardly think and they both know it. I am so normal btw
-skiesandcandy
Jon wondered if it was possible for a machine especially a partly human one, to lose its mind. This was due to the fact that he was unbelievably fucking horny. Now this was both because he hadn’t gotten off in a while, which was not something he was accustomed to anymore, and Elias using his newfound connection to constantly keep him on edge. Now this normally would be a problem, Jon has a perfectly functional hand but it turns out nope, that isn’t enough for his stupid brain anymore.
He had tried, oh how he tried, after making sure there were no cameras in the room he was in, because he was not giving Elias a show after what he did, but fingering himself while avoiding touching any of his new additions had only led to hand cramps and a sore cunt. He also tried when Elias could watch, but that also led to nothing, and Jon was pretty sure if ships could grin, the one Elias would sport would be so fucking smug.
Jon glared at the little red light above the camera in his room, he had taken down the ones he had added, but regulations said he couldn’t remove the standard one. Though he did cover it when he changed now, yes it was petty but Elias was the real petty one here.
“Everything alright Jon? You heart rate is elevated, and your core temperature is higher than normal.” Jon’s flare didn’t falter Elias knew what he was doing, and Jon was not going to be the one to break. The last time Jon had confronted Elias about the ghostly touches he had played innocent, before offering to help Jon with his problem, he just had to ask for it.
“Oh fuck off,” A few days ago Jon would have been certain he would rather chew off his own hand than ask for anything from Elias at the moment. Now though, god he just wanted to get off. If he just asked Elias could do it, already had before, just reach into Jon’s new parts and convince them that he was being fucked stupid. He opened his mouth, but quickly snapped it shut again. No he would not be the one breaking this standoff.
He shoved his hand down his pants, maybe if he just tried again it would work this time. He closed his eyes, though he could hear the camera whirring away, probably recording him. He’d show Elias, he didn’t need to ask for anything, he could get himself off, he just had to figure out how.
❛ i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me. ❜ je for the Sci fi au? Maybe?
“I can take care of you, you won’t need anyone but me,” Jon glared at the little red light, wishing that those words didn’t send something fluttering through him. The part that always wanted someone to care about him, to want him around, to have someone to take care of him. Shoving those feelings down was even harder now, because really who else did he have but Elias?
Jon couldn’t even place all the blame on the ship, even before he was made…this. Hadn’t he always driven everyone away from him? Elias was the only one who never decided he wasn’t worth it. In fact he had gone further, tying Jon to him forever, taking away his autonomy, but only because he couldn’t bear to lose him.
Jon half-wondered what would happen if he did try to leave the ship. Would he shut off? The parts of him that were metal and wires ceasing to function past the threshold? Or would it be a slow decay, his body no longer supported by Elias, falling apart till he was just scrap? If Jon wasn’t such a coward, if his feelings weren’t so twisted, if some part of him didn’t need Elias as much as Elias wanted him…
It wasn’t fair that he couldn’t cry anymore, couldn’t mourn the loss of what he had been. Maybe if he was allowed that the part of him that felt twisted in barbed wire could be eased out. His feelings for Elias, his horror at the loss of what he had been, and the small part of him that was fascinated by what he had become. All tangled up inside him.
If he wasn’t the source Jon might have gone to Elias for help, it had been how he dealt with things before. The ship didn’t judge, well at least it didn’t judge him, it often had rather cruel, if entertaining things to say about the rest of the crew.
“You can still speak to me,” Jon blinked, the slight click that accompanied the action now making him flinch, one more reminder of what he was. “Things don’t have to change all that much.”
“Wait can you…?” Jon paused because did he want the answer? Did he want to give up the last safe place in his head, or at least the ignorance that it was safe. To know that what Elias had done to him had gone so deep that even his thoughts weren’t solely his own?
“I hate you,” Jon bit out, instead of continuing his question. The ship’s laugh echoed in his head, always there now, he could never really be alone again.
Was it worth it to keep fighting, to hold onto that spark of anger? The one that grew dimmer each time he tried to stoke it into a flame?
The feeling of hands wrapping around him had him stiffening, even if he instinctually wanted to relax into the feeling. If he closed his eyes he could pretend they were real and not just Elias manipulating his sensors. Maybe that was it though, maybe he could just close his eyes to it all.
His eyes flicked shut and he let himself relax into the sensation of being held. As though Elias was human, and holding him, comforting him, stroking his hair. He could feel as the touches grew more insistent, squeezing his chest, sliding between his legs. He held on a soft whine, as Elias slowly coaxed the tension out of him. Knowing just where to press, where to stroke, until Jon became undone curling up on the hard metal floor as his body was played with. Just a toy for the machine that had changed him.
“I’m sure you do,” Elias’s voice was soft, but dismissive accompanied by ghostly lips on his temple. As though Jon was a child throwing a tantrum.
“I meant it I-,” Jon couldn’t hold back a soft gasp as he felt like Elias was pushing inside of him, holding him down, because Jon didn’t even have control of his own body anymore. However angry he was it changed nothing, he belonged to the ship. He couldn’t hold back his whimpers, as the sensations increased, his whole body shaking.
“As I said l will still take care of you, I am the only one who can.”
“I can take care of you, you won’t need anyone but me,” Jon glared at the little red light, wishing that those words didn’t send something fluttering through him. The part that always wanted someone to care about him, to want him around, to have someone to take care of him. Shoving those feelings down was even harder now, because really who else did he have but Elias?
Jon couldn’t even place all the blame on the ship, even before he was made…this. Hadn’t he always driven everyone away from him? Elias was the only one who never decided he wasn’t worth it. In fact he had gone further, tying Jon to him forever, taking away his autonomy, but only because he couldn’t bear to lose him.
Jon half-wondered what would happen if he did try to leave the ship. Would he shut off? The parts of him that were metal and wires ceasing to function past the threshold? Or would it be a slow decay, his body no longer supported by Elias, falling apart till he was just scrap? If Jon wasn’t such a coward, if his feelings weren’t so twisted, if some part of him didn’t need Elias as much as Elias wanted him…
It wasn’t fair that he couldn’t cry anymore, couldn’t mourn the loss of what he had been. Maybe if he was allowed that the part of him that felt twisted in barbed wire could be eased out. His feelings for Elias, his horror at the loss of what he had been, and the small part of him that was fascinated by what he had become. All tangled up inside him.
If he wasn’t the source Jon might have gone to Elias for help, it had been how he dealt with things before. The ship didn’t judge, well at least it didn’t judge him, it often had rather cruel, if entertaining things to say about the rest of the crew.
“You can still speak to me,” Jon blinked, the slight click that accompanied the action now making him flinch, one more reminder of what he was. “Things don’t have to change all that much.”
“Wait can you…?” Jon paused because did he want the answer? Did he want to give up the last safe place in his head, or at least the ignorance that it was safe. To know that what Elias had done to him had gone so deep that even his thoughts weren’t solely his own?
“I hate you,” Jon bit out, instead of continuing his question. The ship’s laugh echoed in his head, always there now, he could never really be alone again.
Was it worth it to keep fighting, to hold onto that spark of anger? The one that grew dimmer each time he tried to stoke it into a flame?
The feeling of hands wrapping around him had him stiffening, even if he instinctually wanted to relax into the feeling. If he closed his eyes he could pretend they were real and not just Elias manipulating his sensors. Maybe that was it though, maybe he could just close his eyes to it all.
His eyes flicked shut and he let himself relax into the sensation of being held. As though Elias was human, and holding him, comforting him, stroking his hair. He could feel as the touches grew more insistent, squeezing his chest, sliding between his legs. He held on a soft whine, as Elias slowly coaxed the tension out of him. Knowing just where to press, where to stroke, until Jon became undone curling up on the hard metal floor as his body was played with. Just a toy for the machine that had changed him.
“I’m sure you do,” Elias’s voice was soft, but dismissive accompanied by ghostly lips on his temple. As though Jon was a child throwing a tantrum.
“I meant it I-,” Jon couldn’t hold back a soft gasp as he felt like Elias was pushing inside of him, holding him down, because Jon didn’t even have control of his own body anymore. However angry he was it changed nothing, he belonged to the ship. He couldn’t hold back his whimpers, as the sensations increased, his whole body shaking.
“As I said l will still take care of you, I am the only one who can.”
Thinks about sci fi au. Do u think Jon misses being that lonely engineer hanging out with a spaceship instead if socializing on his lunch breaks. Half moving to offer hin a sandwich and remembering half way through That Is Not A Human and looking like he wants to throw himself into the airlock. Do you think he misses it.
I need to sexualize the sci fi au more tbh. There’s so much potential for horny there I’m just not a machine fucker. But Jon would be so I must Learn. But like. The inherent homoeroticsm of taking over someone’s body. Of being so deeply connected you are now permanently apart of each other. Of owning each other. The inherent homoerotism of controlling each other’s bodies. The inherent. Do you GET IT
Sci fi au je…jon fixing him is probably even more sexually charged after his transformation. Need Jon whimpering and whining as he runs his hands along the sensitive wiring. Squirming and panting,,, realizing how good he’s been making elias feel,,,I am thinking. Normally. Normal thoughts
“Are you feeling alright Jon? You seem a bit distracted.” Jon scowled his whole body trembling. He felt like someone was holding a live wire to him, only in a good sort of way. Every time he grabbed a wire, or shifted a panel, he could feel that feedback loop. Jon wondered for a second how Elias always managed to mostly maintain his composure of this was how it felt when Jon was working.
Stupid ship, Jon was losing his mind and Elias had the audacity to feign ignorance.
Jon couldn’t hold back a little gasp as he twisted a few wires together repairing them, feeling sensations ripple through Elias and back into him. A feedback loop that made him feel hazy, his mouth was hanging open. So out of it he couldn’t keep a bit of drool from dripping out of his mouth, not to mention how soaked he was between his legs. He was briefly thankful that no one else was in the area, because he was sure he looked like a proper slut. Still he had a job to do, he just had to fix a few more things, just ignore how each movement caused him to shudder clenching around nothing,
“Do you need assistance to do your job now?” The words were an obvious tease and Jon retaliated as he would before yanking on a wire he knew would be particularly stimulating. He had done it a hundred times before when he had still been human, and it usually worked to at least shut the ship up for a minute.
It worked, Jon could practically hear the strain in Elias&: voice as the ship shuddered around him, no doubt terrifying some poor soul in another part of the ship, as the entire thing shook. In a slight miscalculation though Jon had forgotten for a second that he hadn’t tried that little trick since he had been human, maybe Jon should have considered that.
Now instead of only affecting Elias Jon felt his whole body go rigid, mouth hanging open as he came with an absolutely whorish moan. Collapsing beside the open panel, he felt like everything inside him was on fire, aftershocks playing through him, each eliciting a little gasping sound. It was far more than he was used to feeling, and it took him far too long to get his shaking body under control, long enough for Elias to recover anyway.
“Oh Jon always so impulsive,” Jon growled his whole body feeling like jelly, unable to do more than roll onto his side to glare at the camera. He tried to think of some witty retort, but the remaining parts of his brain that were still working were not very conducive to any thought outside how wrecked he felt. So instead he just glared, and tried to put as much frustration as he could into his words.
Sci-fi au from the outside a new crew member joins the ship, and not long into the trip the whole thing starts shaking. They panic because that can’t be normal, and starts running for the escape pods. Only they realize no one else has moved? All of them are just going about their jobs, while the giant metal tube they’re in shakes around them.
One of the veteran crew members having to take the newbie aside and explain that the odd cyborg that they saw in orientation and the ship are a thing, and this is their sex, and oh look work to do no need to think to hard on this.
May I offer: jon going into subspace while repairing elias…he knows what to do well by this point so no danger. But just…so hazy and thoughts all small mindlessly humping the air focused on his task and his words,,, thinking. Thinking thinking. This is post transformation jon btw
Confusion is very very hot to me. Jon so deep in subspace he doesn’t know the answer to something simple,, doesn’t remember,,, guy who’s all smart and uptight dumb off his own pleasure,,, Jon going through the motions doing his job,,, drunk off how good it feels whimpering and whining forgetting everything except this feels so good, I’m doing good, I’m doing just what he wants, I’m being such a good boy for him, as he loses himself in the task….hmgh
“Jon,” There was no response other than a bitten off little gasp, Elias shifted one of the nearby cameras to focus more closely on his engineer. What a sight it was, mouth open, dripping, his eyes empty and hazy. Elias could see the fabric of his suit was almost see-through with how wet he was between his legs, hips thrusting against nothing.
Not that Elias was unaffected himself as his worries were moved and connected and twisted, sending ripples through his hull, his core humming in pleasure. It was nothing compared to how overwhelming it was for his little engineer apparently. Which made sense of course, he was very small, and the connections were fairly new, he likely hadn’t felt anything nearing this before Elias had perfected him.
“What two plus two?” Elias teased watching the little furrow form between his engineers brows as he tried to answer. It was adorable, his smart little engineer all gone all dumb just from the feedback loop. Elias hadn’t even needed to do anything, he had done this all to himself.
“Ah…ah…ah,” Instead of an answer Jon only managed little punched out sounds as his body shook, Elias could practically see the gears turning, and getting nowhere.
“It’s okay, you’re still doing such a good job,” Elias could see the spark in Jon’s eyes at the praise, his hips now pressed against the removed panel searching for friction as he worked. Jon’s hands were stead and quick, it was the rest of him that seemed completely overwhelmed.
“Such a smart boy, even out of your mind you know what to do,” Elias wanted to hold his little engineer close, find all the sounds he could make, but also didn’t want to interrupt such an entertaining show, well he had forever no point in interfering now.
“Such a good boy,” Elias let his voice drop down, having it seem like he was whispering in Jon’s ear, despite that being physically impossible, it still had the desired effect upon his little engineer.
“Elias,” Jon went rigid and Elias chuckled as the Jon let out a cute little moan around his name his eyes rolled back, his hood finally stilling as he came. Elias felt his own pleasurable, though less overwhelming shudder go through him as Jon’s hands slid off the wires, his job done, as he slumped onto the ground. From where the camera was could see how wet the panel’s flat edge now was, Jon panting his tongue half-hanging out, drool splattered on his chest. Elias considered if maybe next time he commissioned what Jon would wear if he could make the material even thinner, not let Jon hide anything from him.
“Good boy, you deserve a little break, before you get back to work.”
Today I offer jon putting some of the cameras back in his room in sci fi au and not saying anything. Not all of them but some. Today I am thinking about Jon tired from a long day with the crew and just. Curling up next to the cameras. Not asking for praise but clearly needing it. Today I am thinking about Jon touching himself sadly. Today I am thinking about Jon so lonely and missing what he and elias had so badly. Wanting it back. Wanting it back so bad it hurts. Today I am thinking about Jon crumbling and calling elias something he hasn’t called him since his transformation. Maybe dad maybe something else idk. Maybe sir. Idk yet. Who knows. I’m just thinking about. Sad masturbation. Jon should be curled up in his bed whimpering for the man that ruined his life to make him feel better to make him feel like hes not a monster and he deserves to feel good
Jon was tired. It was so hard to just be angry and upset all the time, to cling onto that bright little flame nested in his chest. It hurt, and there was no one he could go to. The rest of the crew avoided him when they could and Elias, god Jon just wanted things to go back to how they were. Maybe Jon could pretend just for a little bit.
He was surprised how many of the cameras were still intact after he had torn them from the walls after…well after he woke up. It wasn’t hard to reinstall them, not all of them, he still refused to offer Elias his former no blind spot view of himself, not now, not when it still hurt so much. So it only took a few minutes to place a good amount back on the wall, tiny red lights blinking on.
Collapsing in the bed Jon turned on his side facing the cameras, watching as they shifted, adjusting, all pointing toward him. Before that had been so flattering, made him feel warm and safe, now he didn’t know what he felt, other than tired. He wiped at his face, no tears, but sometimes the motion was just instinctive, a tiny bit of humanity to cling to. Apparently having finished their adjustment, the cameras had settled, staring like so many eyes, all focused on him.
“Jon-,” Elias stopped as Jon held up a hand, interrupting the ship. He couldn’t deal with Elias commenting on the cameras, they were back it was fine, no acknowledgement needed.
“I miss you,” Jon whispered softly staring at the cameras, he can practically hear the smug response Elias wants to give, but instead the ship seems to understand, that’s not what he wants right now.
“I miss you too, my little engineer,” Elias’s voice is soft, the undertone of static, gentle and familiar. Jon gives a very small smile sliding a hand down his chest, trying to recapture how it used to be, when he would lie on his bed, the cameras staring as he touched himself however Elias asked him to. He winced as his fingers met metal, a reminder of why this was so hard now, but quickly moved past this sliding between his legs.
“My lovely Jon,” Jon blushed, difficult circumstances aside, this was still always a little embarrassing, even if he knew Elias liked it. For a brief second Jon felt another sensation pressing against his chest, he stopped his fingers immediately his expression sharpening.
“Don’t, just, let me pretend,” The sensation vanished, Elias offering an apologetic hum, and Jon resumed fingering himself. It wasn’t some grand show or anything, just letting himself get lost in the sensation, pretending that this was before, that he was human, that Elias was still someone he could trust. He let his eyes slip close, increasing the pace, until he couldn’t hold back his own small gasps.
“You’re doing so well, just like that my little engineer,” Elias’s voice resumed its soothing tone, encouraging Jon. Jon wished, just for now he could pretend, could pretend this was all it was. With his eyes closed he couldn’t see the wires that snaked through his skin, he was just himself again. Not a monster, not an abomination of metal and flesh, he could be just Jon again.
“P-please, sir please, I’m so close,” Jon pressed his fingers deeper, remembering how Elias used to tell him exactly how to touch himself. He ground his palm into his clit as he chased the feeling. He just wanted to pretend just for tonight, just that it was all better.
“You can do it go ahead, come for me little one,” Jon moaned softly, it wasn’t the bright overwhelming feeling, just a warmth spreading through him, making him go limp as he rode out the feeling. Jon lay there basking in the after glow, his eyes shut tight. For just a few more minutes he could pretend that he was human, and everything was still okay.
