2020-08-04 19:01:20 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

rootingformephistopheles:

> aiight hear me out

> elias/jon dubcon shotgunning porn

> now I don’t know when this is set but it’s obviously before elias goes to gay baby jail but anyways so like the fandom loves making stoner elias jokes and those are all well and good but I feel like the assumption is he p much gave it up once he got More Srs Bzns which ok PROBABLY he did but lets say for old times sake he happens to still know where he can get a gram or two when he’s feeling extra stressed so he can mellow out in the privacy of his own home

> and BOY has everything been stressing him out lately

> so elias is at home and has just taken his first hit, probably going to have a good long wank later, when jon texts him, frantic, about needing something out of elias’ office like ASAP. Elias is obviously not going to drive stoned but he IS going to go Peak Bastard and fuck with jon for a bit, because honestly his archivist has it coming (and elias is mind you the only one allowed to fuck with jon, keeps him on his toes) so he lies and says that he has the statement or whatever it is at his house because he was going to do some late night reading or something vaguely plausible, and jon of course believes him

> so jon gets there, and elias is much farther into his joint than when jon first texted, and jon’s first question upon enetering elias’ home is ‘what is that smell?’ It’s not meant to be a Compelling question but elias answers him anyways from his sort of cartoonishly-villainous leather armchair in front of the fireplace and jon’s eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline in disbelief. ‘I thought you’d quit’

> ‘and so I have. mostly. it’s certainly not worse than your cigarettes.’

> ‘I wasn’t…accusing you of anything. It’s just, er, unexpected.’ Elias likes his archivist at a loss for words; it means Elias gets to put ideas in his head instead. ‘So uh, can I have the file? I’ll just, grab it and be on my way.’

> ‘Come here first.’

> ‘I’d better not.’

> ‘Come here, Jon.’

> Elias can’t compel Jon’s feet to move in the literal sense, but they’ve fooled around enough by now that Jon knows not to cross him when he’s got that tone in his voice. Elias taps the arm of his chair, intending for Jon to perch there.

> (Jon for his part, is Wary about all of this. Usually when Elias gets in a Mood he’s stone cold sober. Jon’s never seen him any other way in fact. This Elias is unpredictable in ways that could either be very good for jon, or very very bad)

> Sure enough when Jon goes over to sit where Elias had motioned, Elias takes the opportunity to knock his archivist off balance and pull him neatly into Elias’ lap. Jon does not squawk, the noise he makes is very dignified actually thankyouverymuch. But with only a little manuvering Jon’s now straddling Elias’ hips. Elias is hard, and Jon realizes at that moment that whatever’s about to happen, it’s beyond his control. He probably should’ve packed an overnight bag.

> Elias takes the last hit from his joint, and before Jon can stop him or protest he’s kissing Jon, letting the smoke flow into his mouth. Jon’s only option is to breathe it in or choke. Elias’ large warm hands move through Jon’s hair, holding his head in place so he can’t back away. He’s just got to take, and take, and take.

> Eventually. when Jon’s head feels like it’s swimming, Elias lets him free, and he exhales the last dregs of the smoke. Elias wastes no time in diving back in however, plundering his archivist’s plush mouth with his tongue, almost like he’s trying to suck the smoke back out of him.

> They end up finishing the second joint like that, Elias patiently feeding Jon each hit, and Jon had tried marijuana once in college with Georgie and a couple of friends, but it had mostly just given him a headache and he’d never bothered with the stuff again. But Elias doesn’t smoke the cheap stuff that college students typically can afford, and each hit is smooth and sticky sweet, and soon he’s practically flying, Elias wasting little time in lifting Jon up and getting him undressed right there on the floor in front of the fire so he can suck Jon off while playing with his hole

> and Jon wants to be angry that Elias drugged him without his permission, he REALLY does, but it seems as if Jon can’t make thoughts stick for very long in his brain, so every time it comes up elias times a particularly firm suck or rub against his prostate and Jon loses the thought, until he’s so lost that he’s coming straight down elias’ throat

> Elias fucks him like that, after. Jon soft and pliant and half-delirious, weak as a kitten and unable to resist, Elias with a tolerance much higher than Jon’s and familiar enough with what he’s like when he’s stoned to keep his wits about him, pushing little helpless noises out of Jon whenever he thrusts in and in and in.

> Jon’s mostly asleep when Elias finally comes, crooning little praises into Jon’s sweat damp hair, but that’s alright. Elias carries him to the bedroom and lets him sleep it off.

> In the morning, Jon’s completely forgotten about the statement.