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Drabble request: 1. "Oh, is that how you like it?"

I am JonElias trash and will never say no to any dynamic there please and thank you.

Hmmm. So this one technically isn’t finished but I’d really really really like to at least try and chip away at my asks and it’s completed enough that I can post it lol. Also. When I went to check the wordcount (excluding a few short scenes I haven’t managed to connect to it yet lol) it was 1003 words, so I trimmed it down to exactly 1k lol. So! It is. Technically. A… deca-drabble? Not sure the exact wording… but I made sure it was exactly 1000 words is the point <3

Intended to be S3 but it’s vague. I wanna work that in more later but we’ll see lol.

Hoping to expand, edit, and publish it to Ao3 but we’ll see. While I’m getting thru my asks please don’t send me any prompts? I have. I have FAR too many lmao.

I. Honestly can’t think of any specific warnings I’d need to issue? But let me know if I should add anything <3

Actually with hindsight:

Without further ado, fic under the cut!!

Jon stared up at him with a watery gaze, filled with pleasure and terror and that wild unearthly hunger. Elias stared back. He wanted to lap at Jon’s tears, lave his tongue across those beautiful, wide, fragie eyes. Wanted to suck them into his mouth and swallow them down. Perhaps Jon would let him, eager as he was to give himself to Elias.

“Please…” he gasped. “Please, I’m so close. I need-” Jon’s words were cut off by a desperate whine as Elias finally slipped a hand down to rub at his cock, rough and fast and exactly how Jon liked it.

“Shhhh.” He murmured against Jon’s ear, voice low and warm. “It’s alright. I know what you need.” He moved down to kiss at Jon’s jawline, stubble rough and perfect against his lips. “Let me take care of you.”

Jon’s legs were trembling now, a series of nonsensical pleas spilling from his lips, arms gripping Elias so tightly. “Elias- dad, please dad, I’m going to-” a wave of terror surged through Jon even as his eyes rolled back and he came with a wail, legs shaking with the force of his ecstasy and cunt milking Elias’ cock.

Elias bit down harshly on the side of Jon’s neck and hilted himself deep inside as he finished.

“Oh, is that how you like it?” He tried to stay composed, but his voice had gone so low and hungry. There was something about Jon, so sweet like this, so obedient under him, pleading and open to Elias in all ways…

“God, Jon,” he groaned, slipping his spent cock from Jon’s hole even as he began to finger his clit again. The fear and shame was so potent, so heady on Elias’ tongue. He could barely think for how much he needed to be inside Jon again. His Archivist was opening his mouth, wanted to take it back, this new wonderful secret he had offered. Elias let himself slump on top of Jon, pinned him with the full weight of his body (and oh he could feel Jon loosening further under him, muscles going lax, body submitting to what they both knew it needed). Pulled Jon into a deep, searching kiss. Tongue sliding into Jon’s mouth as his fingers pinched and rubbed at his cock.

He retreated, just enough to stare down into Jon’s lust-filled, frightened eyes. Slipped the hand that was playing with his clit into his mouth and pushed down on his tongue, pushed his thigh between Jon’s legs for him to grind on. “It’s alright Jon,” he murmured. “I know, it’s alright.” The fear didn’t melt away, exactly. Faded into background noise, drowned out by the haze of arousal blanketing Jon’s brain. “I already know,”

And he had, hadn’t he? Jon had always looked up to him. Sought comfort and reassurance from him. Wasn’t a father something he needed? Loving, solid, stern, warm. Oh, Elias could be that. Had been that already, in so many ways.

“You’ve been so good, Jon. You’re doing such a good job.” He gently extracted his fingers from Jon’s mouth. Wiped the saliva on the couch (and tried to contain his wince). Petted Jon’s hair, running his fingers through unkempt curls. “You deserve a reward, don’t you? My darling boy,”

Jon gasped, rolled his hips into Elias’ thigh. He could barely focus on anything, just the pressure on his cock, the warm comfort of Elias’ words, how soft and warm and pleasurable everything felt. “Yes…” he gasped out, “please yes.”

“Say it again,”

Everything was moving so slowly in his head. He let out a small whine, even as he continued to desperately hump Elias’ leg.

Suddenly he gripped Jon’s hair, pulled it, forced him to bare his throat. Jon wailed, crying out and gripping Elias with all his strength. “Go on,” Elias growled, “say it. Call me ‘dad.’”

Jon moaned, furiously working his hips. “Please, please dad, please. I’m so close. I’m so- I need-”

He broke off into a low, loud moan as Elias brought his hand back down to his hole, thrusting three fingers inside. “Yes, that’s it… you’ve been such a good boy for me.” Jon clenched down on his fingers, letting out a helpless whine. “Don’t worry. You just need your dad to take care of you, don’t you? Need him to breed you up nice and full.”

Jon panted, doing his best to fuck himself on Elias’ fingers, letting out a stream of yes yes yes.

“It’s alright, Jon. Just lie back, let me take care of you. Let go.”

His words, the sensation of his fingers hitting all those sensitive spots inside of him… he came with a sob, cunt clenching tight on Elias’ fingers as he cried out in desperate pleasure. The words dad, please, Elias, spilling past his lips. He was distantly aware of the gush of fluid being released from his cunt as he trembled through his orgasm.

He laid there, panting, slowly becoming aware of the world beyond Elias’ voice, Elias’ love, Elias’ fingers still deep inside… he let out a low groan. The shame was already creeping up on him. That he had let Elias do this to him yet again, that he had called Elias ‘dad.’ (That even now the thought stirred desire in him, that it was so very fitting, that he wanted to do it again…)

“Hush now,” Elias murmured. Voice so soft and comforting that Jon ached to hear it, “none of that.” He began to slowly stroke Jon’s walls, and he could feel the need rising in him again. “You’ve been so very stressed lately, haven’t you? And I did promise to take care of you.”

“I… I…”

Elias shushed him gently. “Just relax. Just let your father give you what you need.”

So tired, so filled with pleasure, Jon could only nod. “Please,” he whimpered, “please…”

Elias smiled, added a forth finger. “You’re so good to me. Oh, my perfect Archivist. I’ll give you what you need…”