Posting a snippet of a fic I’m working on rn <3:

I had been hoping to get in 200 words a day, but until my workload goes down I gotta put it on the backburner for a few days… but I do have a snippet for you all!

I just think Elias should get a chance to get dommed by his son for a bit, okay?

Warnings: incest, compulsion. Set in S3, possibly the night before the Unknowing?

Anyway, enjoy!!

“Dad,” he moans, hands fisted in Elias’ shirt, “please…”

“What do you need?” The words are so tender, breathed out softly against his lips, but Jon can see the thread of mockery woven into them. As if he didn’t know. As if Jon hadn’t been constantly, pathetically bleeding with it for his entire life. As if Elias hadn’t kissed him back. Fury bubbles up inside of him and he shoves at Elias, the heat in his gut burning brighter when Elias goes easily. He straddles him, hands on his chest pressing him down into the couch. He doesn’t miss the hunger in Elias’ eyes, the quickening of his breath. He grinds down against Elias’ crotch, his father’s cock already hard, and something about it winds Jon’s anger tighter, higher.

“What do you want?”

The compulsion slips from his mouth so easily, heavy with power. His father moans as they sink inside of him, eyes gratifyingly wide and hips lifting, seeking friction. Jon can taste his father’s fear, potent and tantalizing. He’s soaking now, cunt clenching, dripping with slick. He’d be ashamed if he had it in him to think of anything but Elias. His closeness. His weakness. His terror. It’s everything Jon has always wanted and not enough, not nearly enough. He watches, unblinking as Elias’ jaw works, trying desperately to keep the words inside. Jon licks his lips, leans closer, hungry. Elias shudders, mouth falling open as his resistance crumbles. “I want to be inside you,” he gasps hands grasping at Jon’s hips, his ass, shamelessly rutting against him even as his desires spill helplessly from his mouth. “I want you to keep me here and use my cock to pleasure yourself even after I’ve cum and I’m begging you to stop.” He takes in a deep, shaking breath. Composes himself, and Jon can feel his grip on his father loosening, compulsion just barley satisfied, enough for Elias to slip free.

Jon snarls, pressing down on him harder, opening his mouth to demand more, demand everything. To have his father’s fears and wants and plans and secrets unspooled and displayed for him to see and know. His mouth opens, readying to Ask, when Elias surges up and kisses him.