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?
What if. The muzzling one. Not sure for what Jonship maybe jondaisy ? Maybe jonsasha
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JonDaisy:
So this is set season four, au where the intervention goes even worse,
Jon woke up, his mouth tasting like death, and no longer in the Archives. Honestly he hadn’t expected to wake up at all. He had really thought that they were going to kill him when they found out. He had noticed the odd aftertaste in tea Daisy had made for him a moment after he finished it. Then his vision had gone fuzzy, he thought he was dying, that she had poisoned him, but it seemed she had something else in mind.
He felt dizzy like his head was filled with cotton and the eye was being oddly silent. When he went to stand he realized he was handcuffed and the cuffs were attached by a thick chain to the bar behind him. Unfortunately his powers did not give him any options to get free, so he settled back to wait.
He wasn’t waiting long when Daisy stepped into the room, a determined expression on her face. She let the door fall shut behind her and Jon swore he heard the sound of a latch fit into a lock, In one hand she held a miniature radio, like the one they had been listening to the Archers on. In the other was an odd mix of metal and leather, but the Eye was still silent as to its purpose.
“Daisy wh-,” he got half the words out before Daisy grabbed his jaw, forcing it shut with a growl. She dropped the radio before starting to fasten the other object around his face, and once she had buckled the last belt Jon realized what it was.
It was a think muzzle, that also functioned as a gag, stopping him from even opening his mouth let alone speaking. Now Jon started to panic, thrashing, but even Daisy weak as she was still held him down easily.
“Stop, you’re gonna hurt yourself,” Jon tried to growl but it came out closer to a whine. He tried to ask what was going on, why this was happening, please Daisy please let him go. Instead of answering his unasked questions she pulled him close settling him across her lap. Like she had done these last few weeks, when he had been seeking comfort and she had offered, but this was a cruel mockery.
“Look I know you don’t want to hurt anyone, but Bastia and Melanie…well, this was the compromise.” She ran a hand through his hair, and Jon couldn’t help but lean into it. He whimpered, trying yo convey that no she can’t do this to him, only to be ignored again. Jon felt his eyes water, as he tried not to cry, no no they couldn’t do this please please no.
“You can’t get anyone’s secrets like this,” Daisy smiled at him, but whatever comfort she meant to convey was undercut by his position. “So we’ll stay in here till it lets us go.”
Jon wanted to scream, he tried to, but it was muffled. He thrashed and cried but Daisy just held him, patient through it all. He could already feel the hunger closing in, would they keep him here till the eye fully consumed him?
“It’s okay Jon, we’ll just listen to the quiet together.”
JonSasha
“Bad puppies who aren’t quiet have to wear a muzzle.” Jon felt like his face was on fire as Sasha buckled the muzzle on his face. She had somehow found one that fit him, and matched his collar and leash. When Jon had suggested this he thought she come up with something diy, but he should have known better.
“There we go, glad to see it fits,” Sasha grinned at him, clearly knowing what she was doing to him. He sat between her knees naked except for his collar and the muzzle, which was attached to a leash she held in one hand.
“Now speak,” Some part of Jon that was always a little defiant stopped him from immediately doing what he knew Sasha wanted. Instead he tried to speak, but he couldn’t open his mouth very far, so his words were muffled, and Sasha frowned at him.
“Bad puppy,” tugging on the leash he had no choice but to climb into her lap, trying to be good. He blushed even more as her hand stroked down his back before squeezing his ass. He couldn’t help but squirm, already a little wet, just from the whole setup. Sasha continued to fondle him as she spoke except she wasn’t touching his cunt at all.
“Good puppies bark when told to speak,” Jon whined trying to shift so that he had something to rub against. He wasn’t expecting her to suddenly bring her hand down hard, and yelped falling forward. He now found himself at Sasha’s mercy as she gave him several more swats, each one making him yelp. Once she seemed satisfied she stopped, guiding him to roll over so she could stroke his stomach.
“What do good puppies say?” Jon considered for a moment being defiant again, but he really wanted his reward for being good. So he did his best impression of a bark, trying not to die of embarrassment. Sasha laughed and slid her hand between his legs.
“Good boy, such a good puppy.”
I need Jon to be a Gothic heroine in the horniest way possible. Here is a place with all the answers you've ever wanted and a kind looking man who is so wise and reassuring and steady even when you fall apart. He is there for you when no one else is. He catches you when you fall. He strokes your back and tells you he's so proud of you, and it's okay, you can rest now. He'll handle it all from here. Here are all the answers you've ever needed to know. Don't you want to go inside? Don't you want to ask him a question? Aren't you curious? Don't you need to know? Go on, step into his institute. Let him dress you up in finery and shower you in praise and tell you you're beautiful. He won't force you through any doors, but he will suggest them. He will be waiting for you, watching to see if you'll cross through the other side. And he will greet you with a smile, pet your hair and tell you how proud he is, how clever you are. And you will learn to love him. Don't look behind you. Surely he wouldn't lock the door. Yes, of course he loves you, but surely not too much to let you leave. Isnt the nightgown he got you pretty? Sorry. I think I got possessed. This isn't even horny what happened. I just got hit by JONELIAS BUT GOTHIC beams. Whoops
- skiesandcandy
Jon didn’t know when the doors had locked for good.
Was it when he first arrived? Desperate for answers, and willing to do anything for them? Clawing at anything that could give him just the hint of where to start? When he had finally thought he found a place where he could belong?
Was it when he met Jonah? Who listened to him, showed him where he could find his answers, offered him a place. Jon had spent so much time searching for answers and here was someone who could help. Was it when he started letting Jonah take care of him? Dress him up in finery and whisper such sweet praise in his ear as he worked.
Was it when he went home with him after a long day of searching for answers? Was that the last line?
Was it when he accepted the white nightgown, the cloth soft against his skin. When he let Jonah kiss him and tell him that he was so very good? When Jonah pressed him into the bed, whispering that Jon was so perfect his hands cold on his skin. When he thrust inside, and Jon let him, because Jonah was the only one who had ever given him answers. When he filled him and Jon keened in pleasure, even as he ignored the feeling of being trapped seeping into his bones. When he lay there afterward caged in Jonah’s arms, staring at a reflection that didn’t look much like him anymore,
Jon didn’t want to look back at the doors now, didn’t want to confirm what he already knew. No surely if he wanted to leave, he could, he wasn’t trapped he lied to himself. Jonah’s arms wrapped around him as he fought the urge to glance at the doors, his grip was iron tight his lips ghosting over his ear. “Come now Jon you have so much more to learn here, you aren’t thinking of leaving?”
Jon tried to speak tried to make a sound but it was like a hand had clamped down on his throat, and he knew the trap was sprung. Even if the doors were open wide there was nothing for Jon out there, his answers were here, Jonah was here.
So Jon let himself be led, to whatever horrible fate awaited him in the end, like a lamb to the slaughter. Only that wasn’t really true, he could have turned away, could have left at any point before the lock clicked shut. He was not an innocent lamb, he had seen the predator’s jaws and walked inside knowing what it meant as they clamped shut.
Forgot to resend but resending 16 for je
“I believe I could make you do it.”
*spins the random au wheel*
“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.
A little biting never hurt nobody for jongerry?
“A little biting never hurt nobody.”
Look it’s not Jon’s fault that he instinctively tended to bite down when something was put in his mouth. It was just something that happened. Gerry knew this, and still chose to shove his fingers into Jon’s mouth, he hadn’t even broken the skin.
The mild chewing certainly did not warrant the rigid ring currently forcing his mouth into what he assumed was a rather obscene open position. The obscenity was probably not helped by the fact that the gag made it impossible for him not to drool a little bit. He couldn’t even wipe his mouth, as Gerry had decided Jon did not get to use his hands today. So they were fastened behind his back, which had the added benefit, according to Gerry, to making Jon’s chest jut out for him to play with.
“Now a little biting never hurt nobody,” Jon grumbled, and if he could move his mouth would have probably pointed out the improper grammar in that inane comment. As it was he hoped the withering glare he shot up at Gerry from where he was kneeling properly conveyed his message.
“Oh shush, we didn’t all go to Oxford,” Jon hoped the amused look his glare morphed into conveyed the sentiment that he hadn’t said anything, and in fact could not. Gerry seemed to get the hint.
“Even when you can’t talk you’re a brat aren’t you?” Jon’s silent retort was interrupted by Gerry’s fingers pressing bank into his mouth. He gagged slightly, but Gerry was gentle enough, his other hand sliding into Jon’s hair gripping it near his scalp holding him still. Jon blushed at the rather obscene noises he couldn’t hold back, drool dripping into his chest.
“This is a much better use for it than letting you mouth off, in my opinion,” Gerry pulled his fingers out, they were dripping, and Jon whined as Gerry squeezed one of his tits, adding more drool as he fondled Jon. Jon knew in other contexts he’d find the whole thing rather gross, but Gerry someone how made it simply arousing. Jon couldn’t hold back his moans with his mouth held open, and Gerry was smirking as he continued his onslaught, moving to his other breast.
“So pretty for me,” Jon could barely keep his legs still as he felt himself getting wet, though the slight movement he couldn’t hold back clearly wasn’t unnoticed.
“Poor thing let me help,” Gerry’s help consisted of pressing the toe of his boot between Jon’s legs and while Jon couldn’t hold back a squeak. He also managed a rather impressive glare, which was also ruined when Gerry tugged one of his nipples and Jon’s whole body shook.
Deciding that getting to come was more important than his dignity at the moment, not that he had a whole lot of that, he pressed down against the shoe between his legs. Moaning as he couldn’t stifle them, while Gerry used one hand to play with Jon’s tits, the other in his own pants, clearly fingering himself to Jon’s debasement. Jon did his best to grind himself into an orgasm, Gerry helpfully commenting on how good he looked, and how pretty he was, and other embarrassing endearments.
Of course a part of Jon’s brain was also plotting revenge, he’d show Gerry how bratty he could really be.
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.
Body worship for jonelias ? Maybe?
*spins the au wheel*
Jon awoke slowly, sleep a heavy blanket pressed over him as he struggled to remove it. He didn’t know where he was, the last thing he remembered he had fallen asleep on his couch. He certainly wasn’t on it anymore, the cloth beneath him wasn’t scratchy but soft cradling him gently. He could feel cold air on his skin as well, which sent a mild rush of alarm through him, he had been clothed when he fell asleep he knew.
As sleep slowly receded he realized could hear someone speaking, a familiar voice, one that normally soothed him. Though the words were twisting winding into his brain, he could not grasp the meaning, but they seemed to smother any growing panic, this was normal natural, Jon was actually the once panicking over nothing clearly, he was always prone to paranoia. Jon frowned as he felt like something settled on his chest, nothing heavy, just an odd weight that wasn’t usually there, or was it, it was so hard to focus. He forced his eyes open slowly, the room he was in wasn’t very brightly lit, but it was enough to see by.
“Elias? What’s going on?” His voice sounded odd to his ears, higher than normal, or was that what it always sounded like? He turned his head to see Elias sitting beside him on now what he realized was a bed. His boss was holding what looked to be some sort of book though his eyes could not make out any title sliding off of it when he tried to focus. Was this normal? A few moments ago Jon was sure he hadn’t thought so, but, now he wasn’t so sure. He felt like his brain was twisting in circles when he tried to think of why this wasn’t right, so maybe it was and Jon was wrong?
“Just a little experiment Jon,” Elias spoke as though this wasn’t an odd situation at all, confident, and calm. Soothing Jon’s growing panic, though really that shouldn’t be the case some part of him knew, a quiet part that was twisted up and packed away in exchange for sinking into the comfort of his current reality. Elias set the book aside, before wrapping an arm around his shoulders as though this was natural, as though nothing was odd as he helped Jon sit up settling him into his lap. Elias gave him a sharp smile before directing his gaze to what Jon at first assumed was a rather risqué painting at the foot of the bed.
The girl in the painting had his coloring, the same eyes, the dark hair, which Elias had convinced him to grow much longer than his grandmother would have approved. Jon felt a bubble of jealousy, which turned to more confusion as the frown he felt on his face was mirrored by her. As final thought clicked into place, his realization that it wasn’t a painting, that it was, it was-.
“Such a pretty girl,” Jon’s slight panic was broken as Elias seemed to grow bored of him trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He tried to say something, anything, it had to be an illusion of some kind. Though it certainly felt real as Elias cupped his chest squeezing gently, the sensation was so much more and he couldn’t help the little gasps coming from his throat.
“It’s amazing what the mind is capable of conjuring when given a little incentive.” Elias inclined his head toward the book, lying partly open, enough for Jon to make out a bookplate, that at any other time might send Jon into a panic. Now though Jon could do nothing but ride out the feeling as Elias seemed content to play with his breasts as though trying to see what sounds he could have Jon make, his expression in the mirror hungry.
“I-I don’t understand what’s-“ he was cut off as Elias shifted behind him, hooking his ankles to spread his legs showing off another new alteration. Jon tried to close them, to hide, even though some part of him, the part that loved his long hair, and felt a little flutter when someone called him miss on accident, was staring at it in awe. Ignoring Jon’s internal struggle between euphoria and embarrassment Elias seemed intent on keeping his new cunt on full display despite Jon’s halfhearted attempt to close his legs.
“Look how cute you are, you make such a pretty girl.” Elias cupped his tits and Jon couldn’t keep his back from arching. Jon had never felt so less like himself, but also what he wanted to be, it was exhilarating, it was embarrassing, it was all so much. Mirroring those secret fantasies he tried to pretend he didn’t have. Elias seemed intent on exploring every bit of his new anatomy, one hand sliding from his reddened tits down to his slit. Jon keened as Elias pressed a finger inside clamping down instinctively, it felt so different than anything he had experienced.
“You’re dripping already,” Jon didn’t think he could get anymore embarrassed but Elias’s clearly soaked finger pressing against Jon’s lips until he tasted himself on it certainly tested that theory. Jon was also not prepared when Elias returned to fingering him, and Jon felt his already stretched sanity getting closer to snapping. He couldn’t think, it was just so much, so foreign to what he was used to, and Elias was unrelenting.
“I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long,” Elias still sounded far too calm, when he was currently driving Jon insane, “I tried being more subtle but you seem to have a particular talent for ignoring what you want.”
“I-I don’t?“ Jon started though even to their own ears the statement sounded more like a question. Focusing was getting hard, as something deep inside Jon felt like it was winding up. Elias laughed, and slid his fingers out of Jon, wiping his soaked fingers on Jon’s thigh as though as though it was an afterthought. Jon squirmed at the sudden lack of friction, sure coming on Elias’s fingers would have been embarrassing, but Jon needed to come, though the way Elias held him meant that no amount of struggling was helping.
“Come now Jon you can’t lie to me, look how much you want this. I know you, I know every little fantasy you’ve had. Now repeat after me and I’ll give you what you need, I’m a pretty girl,” Jon felt like he was on a precipice, he could say no, tell Elias that this was a mistake, that this wasn’t what he wanted, or she could give in, accept that part of herself that always felt something was wrong. Jon raised his eyes to look at the girl in the mirror once more, it was all she wanted, to be seen for who she was. Maybe it was whatever the book had done to her, but she felt like some part of her had cracked and trying to shove these feelings back might actually break her.
“I’m a pretty girl,” Jon started then yelped as Elias squeezed her clit, her hips bucking against him. His fingers slipped back inside, his palm rubbing at the sensitive bud, it was so much, she couldn’t think couldn’t breathe and then she was coming slick gushing between her legs, it was so embarrassing. She could see herself in the mirror, her tits bouncing as she rode out her orgasm, her expression one of ecstasy.
“There we go, such a good girl,” Elias’s voice was soft in her ear, her body felt wrung out, and her thoughts had finally quieted down as she floated in a gentle haze. It felt so nice, she let her eyes fall shut as Elias shifted her letting her lay back against the pillows.
“Hmm?” The small spark of alarm as she heard the click of a camera had her eyes fluttering open. He had spread her legs again, it probably looked obscene, but she could only protest weakly. All of which went ignored as the camera clicked away.
“Don’t worry, this is just for my personal records, evidence of what a good girl you can be.”
Thinking about jon asking elias if he can call her a good girl. Thinking about Jon realizing Things. Hesitantly participating a little more. Not admitting it out loud but. Thinking about Jon accepting it more. Thinks about jon gender euphoria. I love you jon jarchivist sims
- skiesandcandy
“You seem distracted,” Jon blinked his eyes darting back to Elias, who was now standing at the foot of the bed, when had he gotten so close? Jon supposed he was distracted staring at the dress hung up in Elias’s closet. The one that he claimed he had accidentally sent Jon for the fundraiser.
Jon was only half-surprised Elias had kept it. He couldn’t help shivering a bit thinking about how it had felt to wear it. With his hair styled, and a bit of makeup that Elias had done for him quite a few of the guests, and even some of his coworkers had mistaken him for a girl. He didn’t know why each time it had happened he felt a little heat in his chest.
Idly he played with the edge of the blanket glancing back at the dress his mind wandering again. When Elias had brought him home, he had called Jon pretty, and a good girl, and Jon didn’t know why but that had made that little heat in his chest blaze into something akin to joy.
Elias clicked his tongue and Jon jumped tearing his gaze away to look up at Elias.
“Sorry, I was just thinking,” Jon pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, maybe an experiment. It could mean nothing, maybe the party had just been fun and he was confusing that feeling. But then why had he blushed and giggled so much every time Elias called him a girl? He frowned, but what if Elias laughed at him? Sure he had called him pretty before but maybe that was just then?
“Jon,” Elias’s hand on his cheek snapped him out of his thoughts once more, his thumb rubbing against his bottom lip forcing him to release it from his teeth. Elias was so close, “What has you so distracted?”
“Can you call me a good girl again?” Jon was saying the words before he had thought to stop himself. They came out in a bit of a tumble, but understandable enough. Only now that Jon had started speaking he couldn’t seem to stop. He dropped his gaze to his lap, “It’s just at the party and after, I mean it felt really nice, and I wanted to see if it was because well. No this is stupid, I’m so-.”
He was cut off by Elias pressing him back with a hand pressed against his chest forcing him to lay back. Jon couldn’t meet Elias’s eyes scared he’d see something he didn’t want, maybe just disappointment, or worse pity. He was trembling as he could hear Elias climb over him, still looking anywhere but at his eyes.
“Oh Jon, did you like being my good pretty girl?” Jon couldn’t help glancing up at those words, his whole body shivering at those words. Instead of what he feared he only saw amusement and something like hunger in Elias’s expression as he shoved Jon’s shirt up. Exposing his disappointingly, to himself at least, though he wasn’t sure why he felt that way, flat chest.
Jon couldn’t help but whimper as Elias tugged on his nipples his face turning red. He did his best to ignore the feeling of himself getting hard, as Elias fondled him, unable to stop himself from panting.
“Look at my lovely girl she has such pretty tits,” Jon gasped his body trembling as the words made the warmth inside him flare almost coming in his pants. Jon blushed, usually he wasn’t that easy but something about this was different than usual. “A bit small but we can get them to grow I’m sure.”
Jon was pretty sure Elias was trying to kill him. He felt whatever the opposite of dissociated was, but also like he couldn’t think his brain hazy. He didn’t know whether he regretted this whole thing or hoped it never ended. That Elias called hi-her a pretty girl from now on. She yelped as she felt Elias’s free hand slide into her pants wrapping his hand around her.
“Your clits all hard isn’t it,” Elias’s words whispered in her ear along with the sudden stimulation had her coming, her hips bucking against him. She gripped his shoulders, ringing out her orgasm her face pressed into his chest. Elias laughed softly, peeling her pants off once she released him going limp, he smiled at her and Jon felt so warm. She started to push herself up but once more she was pinned back down.
“Greedy little slut aren’t you, such a good girl for me,” Jon went red squirming. She couldn’t make any coherent noises as Elias stretched her just enough so it wouldn’t hurt before sliding inside. She could only grit her teeth and hold on as Elias fucked her, each time he called her a pretty, or a good girl he couldn’t help but clench down. His hand wrapped back around her, she was so close it was all so much.
“Come for me that’s my pretty girl,” Jon whimpered and couldn’t stop from doing just that, feeling Elias fill her up as well before collapsing on top of her his body warm against her.
“Was that what you wanted lovely?” Elias shifted so Jon was now laying beside him held close. Jon hid her face against his chest but nodded ignoring the soft laugh. She braced herself waiting for the shame to rush over her. Only instead she just felt, warm and happy, and like herself for once. In a bit she’d have to get up, and probably go back to being a boy, but for now she was content to enjoy the warmth that settled inside her.
❛ 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.”
For the kink rating game, might I request my Staple Kink (breeding)?
-Sparky
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Yeah to the surprise of no one who has been on my blog. It’s not my top favorite, but it’s up there in the ranking and I’m always down for it to be included. Especially in the context of my most specialist boy.
I have jt brainrot now and I'm blaming you. Tim knowing just how to get jon to behave,, Tim not taking his bratting seriously because he knows how badly he wants to be good how good he'll be the second he sees Tim won't make fun of him, the second he gets comfortable. Teasing him until he's just a sweet little puddle underneath him, making such cute little noises,, Jon doing that little brother thing of wanting to help with Everything. Wanting to know everything. Finds one of Tim's toys and is immediately extremely curious even if he doesn't think he'd like it. Tim teasing him for trying to bite off more than he can chew, Jon all mopey that Tim won't let him do what they both know he can't take. Tim saying he's gotta be the responsible one, he is his big brother, someone's gotta look out for him. Jon gets very flushed and whiny, suddenly not caring much about the toy,, I just. I just think that they
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Jon was prone to biting off more than he could chew, that was doubly true when his thoughts were so small. It was so easy to just slip into the feeling, but it made making decisions difficult. Perhaps that’s why, while waiting for Tim to return Jon had decided to push himself, show Tim he could be big, that he wasn’t a baby. Jon whimpered his eyes screwed shut, one hand steadying the large toy the other holding himself stead as he tried to push down on it.
“Hey, no baby you’ll hurt yourself,” Tim’s exclamation had him nearly topple over, unable to hold back a small yelp as he shifted suddenly. Tim had only been gone a few minutes, but honestly he knew better than to leave Jon alone in this headspace, he always managed to get himself into trouble. Tim wrapped his arms around Jon’s waist lifting him gently away from it, settling Jon in his lap. Jon whined in complaint, reaching out but Tim took his hand lacing their fingers together.
“Silly boy, taking more than you can, you’re just a little thing.” Jon blushed, sticking his lower lip out in an exaggerated pout, turning his head away. The affectation may have been more convincing if Jon had also stopped clutching his hand. Tim chuckled his free hand squeezing one of his hips, which had Jon yelping, and glaring at Tim now.
“Grumpy boy, I’m sorry for not letting you push yourself,” Jon scrunched his face up as Jon kissed his nose, protesting as that just lead to an assault of kisses. Jon tried to fend Tim off, only to be wrestled onto his back, with very little effort on Tim’s part. Tim continued to kiss him as his hands roamed over his body, swallowing the tiny gasps he made as Tim fondled his chest.
“My sweet baby, so sweet for me,” Jon gasped as Tim’s hand slid between his legs, two fingers pressing into him while his palm rubbed against him. Jon squirmed as the sensations built, letting out soft gasps, each one accompanied by a soft chuckle from Tim. Jon couldn’t think much, and trying to get free was clearly futile, trying to wiggle free just had Tim redoubling his efforts.
“Don’t worry, your big brother will make you feel good in a way you can handle.” Jon keened as the waves of pleasure finally broke over him, his body going limp briefly. Not that Tim stopped, his fingers still pressing deep into Jon, who couldn’t stop letting out soft gasps as he tipped into overstimulation.
“Please,” Jon whimpered, it was too much, he didn’t know whether he was asking Tim to stop, or keep going. Tim clearly took it as the latter, redoubling his efforts till Jon was coming again, his back arching as he trembled. He collapsed back against the bed, practically a puddle as Tim lay beside him pulling him close.
“See you just have to let your brother handle things sweet boy.” Jon whined softly hiding his face, maybe being little wasn’t so bad if Tim held him like this.
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Aw thanks this means a lot!
Im gonna be thinking about helen "teaching him to hunt" forever now ohh my god. Showing him how to really scare someone. Showing him how to be more dangerous. Feeding those impulses and thoughts he's so ashamed of. Encouraging them. Doesn't he want to feel better?? Why hate himself so much for it when he knows he's gonna do it again. Should be so delighted when he starts going behind the others backs more,, feasting on her victims fear and who would believe them?? Helen should coo over him when he's fresh off a statement,, ask him doesn't that feel better. Jon begrudgingly admits he does. He doesn't bother to keep up his insistence evrytime that this is the last time he does this. That he'll do better. They both know he won't. He sits outside her door after feeding, feeling full enough to think for the first time in weeks, and she runs her hands down his back, cooing over how sensitive he gets like this,,, I just think. They
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Jon felt sick, no that was a lie, it would be easier if he still felt sick after tearing the fear out of someone. Instead he just felt full, like he had eaten the perfect dinner, it should be horrifying. It wasn’t. He wished feeding come with sudden clarity, it was easier when he was operating on instinct, he just wants to forget.
Considering the tracks of his thoughts he isn’t even slightly surprised to feel the brick wall behind him is no longer that, smooth wood replacing the rough bricks. Though he couldn’t possibly know when that change had actually occurred, maybe the door had always been behind him. Without conscious thought he reached behind himself pushing the door open, so his back now faced an empty hall.
Well not empty, as Helen embraced him from behind, wrapping herself around him. Size was never consistent from the distortion, but Jon could always count on feeling enveloped be her. Not like the buried where he felt crushed, just cradled and held, safe.
He probably shouldn’t feel safe, Helen was a monster, but well Jon was one too wasn’t he? Hadn’t he just proved that?
“Twisting yourself up nicely I see,” Jon had long ago stopped flinching at the echoing quality of Helen’s laugh, finding it more of a comfort than anything. He did flinch as one of her knife-like fingers caressed his stomach. The flesh there no longer concave, but swelling slightly, especially so soon after a meal.
“Doesn’t it feel better though? Not to be hungry?” Jon just let out a small whimper and didn’t struggle as she pulled him back, sliding out of the alley, and into what appeared to be a room straight out of a catalogue, if the person who had designed it had also been the embodiment of mental illness. Helen had no trouble maneuvering him, settling the pair of them on a couch, well it was a couch if Jon didn’t focus on it, he didn’t want to get a better look at what he saw out of the corner of his eye. Jon let himself be cradled in her lap on the not-couch, one of her hands continuing to stroke his stomach.
“Such a good boy, taking care of himself,” Jon blinked, it was always so hard to focus inside Helen, it was nice, like all the thoughts in his head were popping like soap bubbles. He tried to correct her, but the bubble that had the reason why he wasn’t good was particularly delicate and metaphorically popped before he could grasp it. Or was it literal, he was inside the distortion, maybe his thoughts really were bubbles. “So proud of you hunting all on your own instead of mummy having to bring you food.”
“Let me reward my special boy,” The thought of whether his brain was made of bubbles was forgotten as Helen’s gentle caress turned sharp. He could see blood dripping down his stomach now, when had his shirt been removed? The thought popped as well as Helen dig the tips of her fingers deeper, making Jon keen. It hurt, it hurt so bad, but the part of his brain that was twisted up and confused was purring.
“So cute like this, without all those confusing thoughts,” Jon whimpered as she traced a spiraling pattern over his skin, her expression soft, even as she tore into him. Jon tried to move his arm, to press his own fingers into the newly made cuts, but the not-couch seemed to have developed restraints, keeping him pinned, as the world shifted around him. He wasn’t on the not-couch anymore, or maybe he was and it was now a table, though a soft one, and had never been a couch in the first place. He still couldn’t move his hands, and squirming produced nothing more than making Helen’s fingers go deeper.
“Careful, just be good for me,” Jon leaned his mouth to complain that he was being careful, she was the one cutting him, only to yelp as something less sharp, but insistent, pressed between his legs. Jon had no idea when his pants had gone the way of his shirt, but Helen’s tongue had no boundary between it and his cunt.
Jon couldn’t do anything to muffle the string of moans and whimpers he made as the Helen’s tongue, which was suddenly far too long, or maybe it had always been that long, slipped inside him. The contrast of her fingers still slicing into him and her tongue pressing deep inside him had him clenching up, and when her other hand, luckily not the sharp points of it, tugged on his clit, his organism hit him like a train. His thoughts all popping at once, leaving him weak and pliant, even as Helen didn’t stop.
“Such a good baby monster,” It wasn’t even surprising at this point that Helen was speaking when her tongue was pressing so deep inside him Jon was concerned he was going to break. After all Helen was all around him, and something so simple as speaking with her mouth full was not even a consideration. Jon tried to comment on it but only nonsense came out of his mouth, and Helen cooed, clearly delighted that his brain wasn’t working. The nonsense syllables were replaced by gasping moans as her fingers sunk deeper through his skin. The last coherent soap bubble thought now gone he let himself fall into the ten sensations of pleasure and pain, everything else falling away.
“It’s okay baby, you don’t have to think here, just let yourself enjoy your reward.”