#havilliard imagines

[acourtofquestions]

“If you were to ask me what Throne of Glass is about…

I’d say it’s about the epic journey of a teenage assassin in a corrupt kingdom.

But if you were to ask me on a deeper level, I’d say…

It’s about how small acts of kindness can change the outcome of the world.

Money to a barmaid, waiting an extra minute to shoot, a warning in a competition, a cloak in a cold dungeon, a message on a wall, sharing your lavender soap.”

[shadowdaddies]

Phantom Touch

Dorian x Reader smut

A/N: just thinking about waking up with Dorian. that's it

warnings: smut below the cut, pwp, use of phantom hands, light bondage, fingering, p in v sex, slight praise/deg

A warm hand slid down the curve of your waist, the pleasant feeling stirring you from your sleep. Soft morning light already shone through the sheer curtains of your bedroom window, the covers warm beneath you from Dorian’s body so close to yours.

“Good morning,” you hummed, a feline grin on your lips as his hand moved lower, kneading your ass. A familiar coolness tilted your head back, phantom hand angling you just how Dorian wanted. Tongue flicked out against your neck, lips sucking on the sensitive skin below your ear, trailing lower in slow, teasing movements. 

Dorian’s hand slid under your nightgown, gripping your backside firmly before fingers slipped between your legs. A whimper escaped you, breathy moans of your husband’s name as he slid along your folds. 

A wild groan escaped him at the feeling of your slick dripping down your thighs. “Already so wet for me, angel?” he teased, nipping at your ear as his hand slid forward, fingers lightly brushing your clit. You jerked in his hold, back arching as a pathetic mewl escaped you.

“Please, please more,” you begged, hips grinding against his fingers, desperate for more friction. A dark chuckle sounded in your ear as his digits curled inside of you, hitting your walls at a perfect angle. You could barely give warning before your orgasm hit, juices soaking Dorian’s fingers as he groaned from behind.

“Good, good girl,” he murmured, hand drawing back as he sucked your slick from his fingers, lewd noises filling the air. 

“Please, more,” you begged, ass arching against Dorian’s hard cock. “I need you, now,” breathless pleas escaped your lips as you grew increasingly desperate.

Dorian refused to be drawn into your pathetic show, his hands drawing out of you as leisurely as ever, wet slick coating your sides as he toyed with your stomach, nipples, throat.

“How do you need me?” he murmured, unable to fight the wicked grin as he pulled your back to his chest. Struggling for an answer, your brain fought the lustful haze to answer him.

“I- um, I need your cock, please,” you whimpered, flipping to your back. Sapphire eyes shone blue as your legs spread wide for him, granting easy access.

“Such a good little slut for me,” he murmured, eyes glazed as he focused on your pussy, dragging his cock along your folds. You mewled at the teasing sensation, his tip rubbing your sensitive bud, spreading your slick. 

Writhing against his hold, you moaned out, “Dorian, please I-“ 

The cool caress of another phantom hand cut you off, fingers massaging your tongue, your muffled pleas growing as his length pushed inside of you. Head leaned back against Dorian’s shoulder, you sucked on the phantom fingers as his hips lazily rolled against yours.

“Good girl,” he murmured, lips spreading in a smirk against your neck. The way he nipped and licked at your exposed skin was nothing short of predatory, making your heart pound as his cock finally found your entrance, tip barely pushing inside of you.

Eyes rolled back as a pathetic mewl left your lips, drool slipping out around phantom fingers. With a dark chuckle, Dorian thrust into you in one smooth movement, his length stretching your walls in a delicious combination of pain and pleasure. 

Slowly sliding out of you, Dorian moved his invisible touch from your lips, freeing your moans to echo through the room. An arm gripped your waist, holding you firm as Dorian snapped his hips back into you at the same time a slick finger flicked your clit.

Jaw fell open in a silent moan as you vaguely registered the phantom hand that had moved from your mouth to your clit, rubbing tight circles as Dorian grabbed your leg, spreading you open as he pounded into you from behind.

Cool breezes and teasing hands were everywhere - rubbing your clit, twisting your nipples, tugging your hair - as Dorian whispered filthy praises in your ear. Your high crashed over you quickly, body shaking from the intense pleasure.

Dorian didn’t let up, instead flipping you on your back as he continued fucking you into the mattress. The familiar feel of those cool hands brushed your wrists, guiding them above your head. Throwing your legs over his shoulders, Dorian filled you impossibly deep, hitting the perfect spot with thrust after thrust.

Gasping for air, you found Dorian’s sapphire gaze through blurred vision, brow furrowing as you attempted to whimper out the warning that you were close to your orgasm once again. 

“I know, I’m close,” Dorian grunted, black waves of hair sticking to his forehead as his abs worked with each stroke. “Let go for me, love,” he gritted out, thumb finding your clit once more as the coil snapped.

Vision flashed white with the force of your orgasm, toes curling as you felt Dorian’s warm release fill you. Panting, he looked up at you with a satisfied smirk. “Feel alright, love?”

A raw giggle escaped you at his smugness, your husband knowing full-well just how alright you felt. Stretching your limbs, you yawned as you appraised the gorgeous male in front of you. 

“I think the only thing that could make this morning better is a bath with my love, and some breakfast,” you hummed, legs lifting to wrap around Dorian’s waist as you smirked up at him.

Dorian’s eyes darkened slightly at the appearance of you, flushed and exposed in the morning light beneath him. “I think that can be arranged,” he whispered, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips before he rose to prepare the bath.

[throneofsapphics]

poly

POLY!ROWAELIN POLY!MANORIAN POLY!ELORCAN

single

AELIN ASTERIN MANON ELIDE ROWAN LORCAN GAVRIEL FENRYS DORIAN NEXT GEN

multi/mix n' match

MANON x READER x ASTERIN

think for yourself ↳ you did learn pretend* lifeline on the edge*

ASTERIN x READER x ELIDE

cinnamon

LORCAN/FENRYS/ROWAN x READER

the arrangement*

LORCAN x READER x FENRYS

track 32

AELINS COURT x READER

one more for the party

[danikamariewrites]

Throne of Glass

Manon

After Flight

Ride (SMUT)

Stitches

More Pink

Feeling Blue

Drop It (SMUT)

Iron Nails and Pale Skin

Just the Sniffles

Back With You (SMUT)

First Flight

Morning Coffee

Fenrys

Reunited

Learning (SMUT)

Book Delivery

Dorian

Right Where You Left Me

Dorian vs Echo

Once Upon a Time

Literally Obsessed hc

Rowan

Cold Shoulder

Learning (SMUT)

Keep You Cold

Ddlg headcanon

Fluffy relationship hc

Lorcan

Bite Me (SMUT)

Gavriel

Secrets

Light in the Dark

Cadre series

Cadre (SMUT)

Not on Speaking Terms

Rowaelin

Dating headcanon

Pregnant reader headcanon

Eras Tour headcanon

Modern headcanon

Stay Still (SMUT)

Cured By You

Big Brother

I’ll Always Have You

Manorian

Lay With Me?

Elorcan Daughter x Rowaelin reader

Cardigan

Anything For Her

[thehighladywrites]

Throne of glass characters x reader, sending them lingerie pics

summary: you send them pics of your new lingerie

warnings: suggestiveness, mdni

amara’s note: this is my first throne of glass related post, i’m gonna start making more I hope

for my wife: @rowaelinsdaughter 💗

[shadowhandss60]

Me when Dorian scents pine and snow on the breeze and thinks of Celaena for his champion:

[rowaelinsdaughter]

Hii... Dorian x reader please? When Aelin and her court and Manon are in Adarlan and she feels insecure about them and doesn't want to meet them (maybe because she's just a human and thinks she's not good as them) so she makes excuses to stay in her room and Dorian finds out?

my present

a/n; thank u anon for this!!! hope youre okay. love u.

WARNINGS; insecurity, bad thoughts, angst(?) to fluff

you met dorian after the war.

the psychological wounds caused by this and by everything that happened before were still present, but it was no impediment for you since you took care of him and were with him in the moments where he needed someone the most.

of course, you knew that dorian was with manon, the queen of witches and one of the most beautiful women there was... although you had never seen her, just as you had never seen aelin ashryver galathynius, the queen of terrasen. but as dorian had told you, they were both among the most beautiful immortals there were... and they would be here in a week.

ever since dorian told you that manon and aelin and their court were going to come to adarlan, you couldn't stop thinking about how ridiculous you felt. anxiety and negative thoughts became recurrent throughout the week. you didn't want to meet them so as not to make dorian look ridiculous. if they really were as beautiful as they said and one of them was even with him... you didn't want to think about that.

different scenarios haunted you in dreams. them laughing at you, aelin's court looking at you up and down like you were a weirdo... dorian being ashamed of you after introducing you. that was your worst nightmare.

from your window you see how aelin's entourage arrived on horseback. she and rowan at the head and her court behind. god she was beautiful, more than you had imagined. a soft flutter reaches you and in the distance you see a shadow approaching... no, not a shadow. wyverns. getting closer and closer, you make out manon's white hair. when it lands, you feel your hands start to shake and a lump forms in your throat. people said they were beautiful, but it wasn't anywhere close. they were devastating. goddesses. you can't leave the room. you can't make a fool of yourself.

you hear a knock on the door and you turn in time to see dorian enter. his well-combed hair contrasts with the gold of his crown and his navy blue suit hugs every part of his body, creating a second skin. beautiful.

dorian smiles when he sees that you have been looking at him without blinking. “i already know I'm beautiful, you don't need to keep looking at me.”

you look away quickly and a blush appears on your cheeks. "sorry"

dorian frowns. “are you still not dressed? i thought you would be ready.”

“ah yes, I just don't feel very well”

dorian approaches you worried. "oh really? do you need me to call someone? do you need a healer to look at you?”

“no no no, don't worry dorian, i just have a headache.”

"sure?"

“yes dorian, i'm sure. go on, go with them.”

he leaves a kiss on your forehead and, not very convinced, leaves. you don't know when you've stopped breathing, but you let out a sigh and go to bed.

what you don't know is that dorian had noticed you strange ever since he said manon and aelin were coming, and this was what he needed to confirm what he suspected. you were insecure

the afternoon passed and you were still in the room. at that moment you were reading a book from your bookshelf.

the door opens and dorian appears with a dress in his hands, some shoes and a crown.

you swallow, putting the book aside to sit up.

“i brought you this so you can wear it.”

you open your mouth to answer but dorian takes your hand and brings it to his lips, sitting next to you on the bed.

“you don't have to lie to me, you know? and you don't have to stay here either. i love you, you know? you are the most beautiful person i have ever seen in my entire life. you don't have to have the best hair, you don't have to look like a goddess because i love you just the way you are. i adore your lips, your freckles, i adore the way your eyes shine every time you read a scene that you love. i adore the softness of your hands every time you hold my hand. i adore you just the way you are.”

dorian wipes a tear from your cheek as he caresses it and rests his hand on it.

“i don't want you to change, and i don't want you to think that i'm going to leave you alone because i was with manon. that's the past. and i want my present”

“what is your present?”

"my present is you"

you throw yourself into his arms and feel dorian's arms surround your figure. you hide your face in his neck breathing in his scent.

“and now i want you to get up, put on the dress i brought you and go out with your head held high.”

“i love you dorian.”

“i love you too, doll.”

all rights reserved to ©rowaelinsdaughter. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

[infinitedivinity]

thinking about doing dorian's makeup :3

he's laid out on your bed, and you're sitting on top of him. his hands are gripping your hips and waist as you talk him through what you're doing.

"close your eyes." you tell him, dipping your ring finger in some sparkly blue cosmetics. "what's that for?" dorian asks, keeping his eyes open as he looks down at the pallet. "it's for your eyes." you try to explain. when he kinda just stares at you, you give him a light smack on his shoulder. "i said close!"

"yes, ma'am." he laughs, finally closing his eyes. you smear the blue shadow over his eyelids and feel there's no need to apply a dark coat over his lashes since they're already so long.

"you're all done!" you grin, staring at him as he opens his eyes. he blinks away extra powder, and you move to help him sit up. "do i look like a princess?" he puckers his lips, blinking his lashes at you. you roll your eyes as you smile, "yes. a very pretty one."

"obviously." he stands up to look at himself in the mirror.

HE LOVES IT. he literally falls in love with himself.

now you're stuck watching him kiss at the mirror and touch up his hair for hours.

it's late, late into the night when you finally convince him to take his makeup off.

"can we do this again?" he asks as you run a warm, damp rag over his cheeks. "sure. i'll teach you next time." you reply sleepily.

[lyssasdrafts]

born to say “i’ll bleed any color you tell me to,” forced to say “wyd”

[pergaminaa]

Just thinking of the fact that Manon endured not twenty or thirty years of abuse and brainwashing, but a whole a hundred and seventeen years of that. How do you begin with undoing that? Where to even begin to fix it?

Luckily, Dorian is there and he will never give up on her. He might not have a hundred years, but he will spend every day of his life giving her the love that she deserves.

[moonlitstoriess]

Hi! I really enjoy reading your work so I really wanted to make this request for you if that’s okay:)) I was wondering if you could write headcanons for what it would be like to be in a relationship with Dorian? He is just my number 1 favorite character in the series and there aren’t that many posts about him:(((

No for real though, Dorian is literally one of the best parts of TOG and I love him so much☹️ Anyways, this is for you, anon <3

Warnings: NSFW themes, there is another warning before hand✌️and just our perfect amazing king Dorian in all his glory🤭

SFW

To start off, I am a firm believer that because Dorian is a book lover, he has this habit of leaving small notes for his darling in unexpected places--inside their favorite book, under the pillow, or tucked inside their clothing. The notes are always sweet, sometimes romantic, and often playful, like a small riddle for them to solve.

In my world, it is CANON that he loooooves gossiping. Like this man will sit with his lover and talk shit about EVERYONE. The second he learns some news, he is immediately whispering it into his beloved's ear, and vise versa.

The funny stuff aside, this man is a lover in the true sense of the word. He is such a romantic:(( Dorian definitely enjoys planning surprise dates for his lover. Whether it’s a picnic under the stars or a quiet evening at a quaint, hidden restaurant, he always finds creative ways to show how much he cares.

Dorians love language isn't just acts of service though, because it is mainly physical touch! Like if he could, he would always stay by your side so that he could be touching you in some way. So, Dorian has a habit of reaching out to gently touch his lover’s hand or shoulder whenever he feels a surge of affection. It’s a small but meaningful gesture that reassures his lover of his constant support and love.

Whenever he isn't busy ruling a whole kingdom, Dorian is with his darling. That means that there are a lot of moments where they engage in playful rivalries and challenges, from who can make the best dessert to who can tell the funniest story. It’s all in good fun and adds a playful dynamic to their relationship.

They 10000% share countless inside jokes that no one else understands. Like sometimes, in the middle of a serious council meeting, Dorian will catch his lover's eye and they will both struggle to stiffle a laugh, sharing a private moment even in the midst of royal duties.

Whenever he is in deep thought, his darling will often climb on to the throne with him, sitting on his lap or leaning against his side. It's an intimate gesture that reminds Dorian he doesn't have to bear the weight of the crown alone. He definitely plans on marrying his beloved after this.

Speaking of marriage, Dorian definitely has a habit of whispering sweet promises to his lovers ear when they are lying in bed together. He'll speak of their future, the life they'll build, and how he will always be by their side.

I also think that sometimes, in the middle of the night, Dorian will wake his lover up for a spontaneous adventure. They'll sneak out of the palace and explore the city, walking through quiet streets in disguise, talking about anything and everything.

This man loves their small, daily rituals that keep them connected. Like, he would neverrrr attend to his duties if he didn't receive his morning cuddles and kisses. Always holding hands under the table during meetings, or sharing a quiet drink or meal together.

This man is LOYAL. Like if he has known you long enough already and has fallen in love, he would go to war for you. No one can even dare to say something negative about you because Dorian will make them regret ever saying that. He will always protect his sweethearts honor and dignity.

I don't think that Dorian is someone who gets jealous easily because I believe he has confidence in himself and his beloved to trust them enough not to betray him like that. So, if a fool tries to make a move on his lover, he will allow them to deal with it but if he sees that the idiot isn't getting the hint, he won't mind stepping in and getting the message across. A death stare, a hand on their waist, a claiming kiss to his lovers lips.

And if the bastard still didn't get the clue, well.....Dorian isn't necessarily a killer or an assasin like his dear friend Aelin, but he wouldn't mind killing or beating someone up for his darling.

All in all, despite the pressures of court life and Dorian's responsibilities as king, he and his lover have an unspoken understanding that they are each other's safe haven. No matter what happens, they always make time for each other<33

NSFW

Dorian is a switch.

Like there are days when he is beyond exhausted after doing all this "kingly" stuff which is why he just needs his lover to take care of him in both sexual and non-sexual ways.

But in general, he just loves giving the reigns to his beloved, immediately becoming putty in their hands.

"Whatever you say, my love." "Can I please touch you? I am begging you, sweetheart, please" "Don't stop, don't stop, pleasepleaseplease"

After all, he just has this fucked out, satisfied smile on his face that only his beloved can give him

Let's also talk about the fact that Dorian has a good amount of trauma from everything that happened with his father, the war, the valgs, and Sorscha. Therefore, he gets nightmares often and when he is awoken from them by his darling, he clings to them. But beyond that, he needs to make sure that they are real and won't leave him.

Those are the nights where its more than just 'sex'. Its so much more intimate because its the souls that are binding. His lover would keep on whispering praises into his ear as he buries his head in the crook of their neck, slowly thrusting and refusing to let go.

But, there are also many moments where its Dorian who takes control.

He does both, sweet and loving, rough and hard. Why should he always do one when they could always mix it up? Of course he would take his beloved's preference's into consideration as well

This man looooves sex. He doesn't really like quickies because he enjoys taking his time but of course sometimes he just can't wait anymore.

What? It's not his fault that he is so attracted and addicted to his lover! Everything they do or wear turns him on.

Don't even think of walking out on him after an argument because he will lift you up, sling you over his shoulder, spank your ass, send the shocked guards standing outside their shared bedroom away, kick the door closed, and teach you a lesson. Angry makeup sex? Check.

He is a sucker for marks. Any type, really. Scratches, bites, hickeys, kisses, etc. He loves when you wear a slightly revealing attire that allows others to see your marks and know immediately who you belong to. He also loves receieving those marks so that others would know that he belongs to you as well.

He is definitely into BDSM. I mean, those phantom hands of his? You wouldn't even need ropes while those exist. Yeah....I'll leave you to imagine the rest.

His other kinks would be impact play, orgasm control and sex in public places where there is a high risk of getting caught.

In conclusion, Dorian loves nothing more than connecting with his lover in both body and soul.

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[acourtofquestions]

I imagine Celaena finally seeing the sun after a year in Endovier must’ve looked a lot like this…

…The utter joy to see the sky & marveling at the world. The wonder of it still managing to light up the eyes of someone who has seen the very worst of it. It’s no wonder both Chaol & Dorian fell in love with her … how could you not love that?

[shadowdaddies]

King's Queen

Dorian Havilliard x Reader

based on this ask

Summary: Dorian's mother makes her opinions on your relationship clear. You make your own opinions known. (angst → smut → fluff)

Warnings: smut below the cut, phantom hands/light bondage, minors dni

Wiping your hands nervously on the skirts of your dress, you gave Dorian’s mother a shy smile, reaching your hand towards hers to shake. “It’s lovely to finally meet you, Georgina.” 

Piercing green eyes appraised you, lip twisting disdainfully at your outstretched hand as her back straightened. She spoke in a delicate voice that betrayed the vitriol of her words. “How informal of you,” she noted glancing between you and Dorian. “I do still hold the title of Queen, if you were unaware. You may also refer to me as ‘Lady Havilliard’.” 

With a flip of her long auburn hair, Georgina strolled towards her seat at the dining table, leaving you to awkwardly lower your hand to your side. Dorian quickly took your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as he gave you a reassuring smile and guided you towards the table. 

You took your seat, glancing down the table to where Georgina sat next to Dorian’s brother, Hollin, cutting his steak for him as the woman doted on her younger son, hardly sparing either you or Dorian a glance. After pushing around the mashed potatoes on your plate for an insufferable amount of time, you mustered the courage to try speaking to Georgina again. 

With a deep breath, you plastered on a practiced, pleasant smile and turned towards where the queen sat. “Lady Havilliard, Dorian has told me that you quite enjoy the mountains. I’ve heard your home there is quite lovely - I can only imagine, if it holds a fraction of the beauty with which you’ve decorated this castle.” 

Her cold gaze flicked to you, her own fork dropping to her plate with a clatter. “Yes, it is a lovely home,” she acknowledged before quickly turning back to Hollin. Lifting her wine glass to her lips, Georgina murmured so quietly that it was hardly detectable, even with your fae hearing. “Much nicer than a fae servant is accustomed to, I’m sure.” The insults continued, Georgina continuing her verbal assault as you struggled through the meal.

The effects of her words weighing heavier and heavier, your hand moved to Dorian’s thigh, squeezing for comfort. His sapphire eyes focused on you, hand moving to rub the back of yours in an assuring manner as you hurriedly finished your meal. Quietly bidding Georgina and Hollin a good night, you dashed out of the room as quickly as you could.

You moved at an exceptionally fast pace, stopping when Dorian grabbed your wrist, twirling you around to see his concerned gaze. Noting the barely held-in tears in your eyes, Dorian pulled you into the nearest room. Eagerly crossing the drawing room, you took a seat on the plush velvet sofa, burying your face in your hands. 

Dorian crouched in front of you, rubbing soothing circles on your thighs. “My love, are you alright? I know my mother is unpleasant, and I am so sorry for that.” 

You shook your head, leaning back against the seat as a wry chuckle left your lips. “It wasn’t only that she was so stiff and dismissive. You should have heard the things she said about me when she knew that you couldn’t hear. I am nothing but a fae servant, I only care for you for your title, I am not worthy of you.” Voice breaking at those last words, your shoulders shook as you began to cry into Dorian’s shoulder.

He held you for a long moment, letting you process your emotions before he placed a kiss to your head. “Are you going to be alright?” Sniffling, you nodded, and Dorian stood.

“I have something to take care of, but I will meet you in our bedroom,” he promised, giving a soft kiss to your lips before the both of you departed in different directions. 

As you meandered back to your room, your head began to ache from all the tears you had spilled this evening. With a sigh of resignation, you turned back towards the kitchens in search of some water. The familiar shrill voice of Georgina Havilliard pricked your ears, and you rolled your eyes as you continued walking - until a deep, irritated voice rose louder. 

Recognizing Dorian as the other person speaking, you quietly tiptoed towards the conversation, listening as you moved through the hallway. Rage boiled through you as you registered Georgina’s words coming from the cracked door up ahead. “I am not indifferent towards you, Dorian. I have given up on you. You are a consistent disappointment, and this common woman... pardon, fae - she spoke the word, dripping with disdain - is the perfect example of your poor choices. You are nothing as I hoped you would be.” 

You could not bear to hear any more of her venom, nearly bursting the solid wood door off of its hinges as you burst into the room, halting Dorian and Georgina where they stood. Your eyes burned with fury as you turned towards the woman, barely maintaining the leash you held on your fae instincts which called on you to rip her to shreds. 

Not bothering with pleasantries, you spoke in a voice you’d reserved for the worst of your enemies. “You may speak however you wish about me, but if I hear you belittle Dorian like that again, I will cut out your tongue. It is a miracle that your King is the exceptional man that he is, having come from you. It would be wise of you to recognize that.”

The air was heavy in the room, a long moment passing as Georgina shriveled under your intense gaze. With a sniffle, the woman raised her head, courageously lifting her green eyes to you as she spoke. “I will bear that in mind.”

With a smile, you nodded, once more wishing her a pleasant evening as you took Dorian’s hand and guided him out the door and towards your bedroom. Closing the door behind you, you turned to see Dorian’s sapphire eyes wide in shock as he stared at you. “Are you okay?” you whispered, becoming increasingly worried that you might have frightened him with your actions.

Dorian surprised you, his lips curving into a mischievous smile as he turned you around. Black hair hung in his eyes as Dorian towered over you, arms caging you in as he backed you against the wall. “That was the most spectacular... sexiest thing anyone has ever done for me,” he purred, leaning in as he dragged his nose up your neck.

His teeth found your earlobe, a moan leaving your lips as he tugged before moving back to your neck, slowly kissing his way down to your throat. “Dorian,” you whispered, arms wrapping around him as you begged his body closer to yours. 

Dorian tsk’d at you, a wicked smirk gracing his lips as invisible hands gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head. You were trapped against the wall, desperately writhing as you begged Dorian to come closer. Instead, he stepped away, stroking his chin as he admired you on display like a work of art. 

Slowly, so slowly, Dorian walked back forwards, dragging one finger down your throat to your sternum, the peak of your breasts exposed in the gown you had donned for the evening. As if another set of hands worked behind you, the laces of the dress were undone, Dorian easily sliding the fabric off of you until it fell to the floor. 

“Gods, you are beautiful,” he murmured, his hand still idly tracing your body as you panted under his teasing touch. 

“Please, Dorian. Touch me,” you begged. Dorian let out a low groan, his eyes darkening as his control snapped. He surged forward, one hand wrapping around the back of your neck as he tilted your head to kiss you deeply, tongue thrusting and swiping along the roof of your mouth as his other hand moved lower down your stomach.

Arching your hips into his touch, you whimpered when his fingers ghosted over your soaked core before he pulled away. You gasped, your anger lasting only a moment before the shadow hands released you, Dorian throwing you over his shoulder. 

Dorian landed a playful smack to your bare ass, earning a yelp from you before he tossed you onto the bed, shadow hands returning to spread your arms and legs for him. You huffed in frustration, your arousal nearly painful as you begged again. “Dorian, I need you inside me, please.”

Unbuttoning his shirt, Dorian leaned down, kissing his way up your thighs before settling to hover over your heat. “I promise to make love to you tonight, but first I intend to worship you, thoroughly, my Queen.”

The moan that left you at his words quickly turned to a gasp as Dorian gripped your thighs, sucking harshly on your clit before thrusting his tongue into your core. He groaned at the taste, moving to flick his tongue against your clit as he brought a finger to curl inside of you. 

Back arching as much as the invisible restraints would allow, you reached your high with a scream that you wee certain echoed through the castle. 

Dorian quickly rid himself of his pants, lining up his hard length at your entrance as you nodded, granting him permission to push in. Jaw dropping in a silent moan at the pleasure, you felt Dorian’s head fall against your shoulder as he settled fully inside of you. 

Phantom hands vanished, allowing you to pull Dorian into a searing kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist as you encouraged him to move. He rocked into you slowly but precisely, intentionally hitting a perfect angle that dragged out both your pleasure. Overcome by the gentleness of the moment, you whispered “I love you,” through silver lined eyes.

Dorian kissed you fiercely, pulling back to press kisses on every part of your face, whispering “I love you”s with each touch. With a shudder, he finished inside of you, rolling to the side as he held you close. 

You pushed the hair from Dorian’s eyes, admiring his beauty as you sighed in contentment. “I cannot believe how lucky I am to have a man like you in my life,” you murmured, snuggling into his warm chest.

Dorian wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close and pressed a kiss to your hair. “I am the lucky one, my love.”

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[danikamariewrites]

Ooh oki got you do a dorian ddlg hc and his how obsessed he-is with reader 🥰🥰

Literally Obsessed

Dorain x reader

A/n: he would be obsessed with you and I need him to be obsessed with me so bad (him and Manon honestly)

Warnings: ddlg, soft dom!Dorian, fluff

When you started dating Dorian you were a little scared about how good things were going

He treats you well, he’s super sweet, and an amazing lover

You started pulling away a little when his affection and him being King became overwhelming

It was a lot to handle and Dorian was there to hold your hand and listen to you every step of the way

The first time you attended a ball with him, Dorian made sure everything was perfect. From your dress to your accessories (like Rhys he is a lil fashionista)

“You look stunning, my love.” He coos at you when you step out of your dressing room. You blush furiously through the cosmetics on your face

You try to hide your face but Dorian doesn’t allow that. He hooks his finger under your chin forcing you to look at him. “Hey, none of that now,” Dorian softly whispers

This was the moment your relationship became something more. Something that you both needed after everything you’ve both been through

“You’ll stay with me all night?” Dorian smiled down at you nodding his head. “Of course I will baby.”

The new nick name did something to you. It was so simple yet you felt your heart doing flips at it coming from Dorian’s mouth

As the night goes on and you hang on Dorian’s arm he finds himself staring at you lovingly. His mind wanders, thinking back on the last few days, how nice it was to take you care of you and sleep with you in his arms. It felt like part of him was healing

Getting back to his room that night Dorian dismissed the handmaidens and his own servants to take care of you himself

As Dorian undoes your corset he asks you questions about the night and how you liked your first official ball as his date

You both got undressed and Dorian pulled you into the bathroom where a steaming hot bath was waiting for you both. He washed your hair and body making sure to massage a tense spot in your neck

“I liked having you by my side tonight. For the first time as king I was sure of myself, relaxed.” He said, hugging you closer to his chest. You snuggle into him feeling relaxed. “I love that you take care of me, I’ve never felt so loved.”

Pulling you out of the bath Dorian carried you to bed laying you down gently and started worshiping your body

Once you officially moved into the palace with him princess treatment went up like a ton

Dorian loves to pamper you but something changed after that first ball. And having you move in where he could take care of you at all times was a dream to him (and for you)

Dorian makes sure you have everything from the most beautiful dresses to all the books you want

He leaves you little treats everyday when he leaves like chocolates or candies or flowers on your bedside table with little love notes

You go on walks through the garden together

He makes sure you eat and drink lots of water everyday

If you don’t like the meals Dorian has planned for you you tell him

He never wants you to be afraid to speak up if something isn’t to your liking

And of course you take care of him too

You make sure to check in on him during the day so he isn’t super stressed

Seeing you during the day makes him happy and lets him know he has you to come home to at the end of the day

You also sneak little notes into his stacks of paper work and books

He keeps every single one of them in a box in his desk and rereads them when he’s had a hard day

You make sure Dorian gets out and walks around the city as well, telling him it’s good to see his people and how well he’s doing making sure things run smoothly

On those walks Dorian looks at you lovingly and kisses you on the head, a small thank you for giving him a confidence boost

And of course he can’t help but spoil you at every shop on the way back to the castle

[rigelus]

TWO

MAIN SYNOPSIS: You're not sure if you want to light the fires that will see the world burn, or put out the fires, either way, you're doing both. After a secret meeting with Rigelus of the Asteri and his charming--yet deadly proposition--to join him in the Eternal city and rain down hellfire on all who have wronged you, you decide to accept what should be a suicide mission. Only it isn't, and as you walk into the Eternal City and away from the five men who love you the most in the whole world, you cannot hope to ever see them again... unless you're not as burned up as you thought you were. Unless you burn bright, as a double agent.

chapter one / two (you are here) / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten

the light of stars is an explicit (i cannot emphasize this enough.) reverse harem (kinda) sjm crossover x reader fic. there are some inconsistencies, which i am in the process of fixing! most of this chapter is under the cut, it clocks in at about 3.5k words and I wasn't going to make everyone read that lol

You wake like a ghost in the night, haunting the halls of the camp you have called home with your fellow rebels for so long now. The abandoned mansion of a once great king—it was perfect for a rebel strong hold. It had been lost to view for centuries, and only your magic could undo the warding on the cloaking spells. For a moment, the happy memories of discovering the place and your triumph over your magic makes your frown disappear for a long moment. But none of it could last, the people would never accept a queen with five king consorts, that was practically a fucking harem. You groan to yourself and wander out to the veranda where you know he is waiting. 

Your greatest enemy. 

The decision is made, in your mind, you’re the only one you have to consult with anyway. They will wake to a bed without you, assume you didn’t sleep well and are getting breakfast. But when they realize no one has seen you for hours and and hours, they will want to tear the world apart. Went the world in two. 

But they cannot. They have enough to be getting on with, as heads of the rebellion you’ve carefully created. Against your own people. 

Rigelus’s profile cuts an impressive figure against the night. The strong back, tall stature and broad shoulders make something feminine in you soften—though you do not want it to. Rigelus and you had known each other eons and he knew each and every one of your dirty secrets. How you loved to fix broken things, and how this rebellion was just one more broken thing you had chosen over the eons to fix. 

What you couldn’t live with is seeing the magic fade. Rigelus had promised to cast out the magic from the world, to banish it like one would an unworthy solider from their little band of Lightfall Squadron soldiers. It would suffocate all you loved. 

You wanted your freedom above all. Your freedom to love who you wanted, and marriage to Rigelus was nothing more than a legal contract. Maybe he would let you keep a harem in the in the Eternal city—not that your young, wild and carefree warriors will ever want to see you again. 

It was nothing you hadn’t borne before. 

“Hello princess,” Rigelus croons, his voice hasn’t changed from all the eons you’ve known each other. Where yours is sweet and soft, his is hard and otherworldly. 

As if they’d cut you from the same cloth, but dyed his too dark. 

You scowl, “We’re not married yet, don’t call me your princess, and if I am to be your wife—I will be queen.” 

He turns slowly to look upon you, as if he has all the time in the world. He is wearing a different body than the young, athletic boy he’d been wearing to deal with Bryce and Hunt’s transgressions. No. This was as close close as he came to a true form. “Not yet, no.” Rigelus puts slim fingers into his pockets, and he looks on at you, “but we will be by the end of the night.” 

You bark out a foul laugh, a spoiled sour feeling seems to be churning in your stomach—and yet…

And yet, would it be so bad? You and Rigelus have been clowning around this godforsaken universe for a few hundred millennia. What does it matter if you marry him? He’s the only one who knows your secret—besides Eopshoros, his sister. 

And she might as well be your sister too, for how you’ve missed her. 

You had risked your immortal life, a truly immortal life, not one that would burn out in a couple thousand years for Tamlin today. For part of your heart, your hope. 

Rigelus scowls, as he notices your eyes brimming with tears at the memory. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your little stunt.” His gaze hardens with some unspent emotion. 

“Rigelus, did it bother you that much?” You sniff hard as you ask him an impossible question. He looks on at you for all the world like you could burn the world down and he’d see no reason for forgiveness, that the forgiveness would have been granted as soon as you lit the fire. 

He rankles his shoulders, “They are below you in every way, and so is this conversation.” 

“But Rigelus—“ 

“It is our wedding night and I will not have it ruined by candles in the wind.” 

And he snuffs out your hope just like that. 

*~*~* 

You arrive at the Eternal City and Rigelus disappears to change, likely with his man servant, Arobynn Hamel, fussing about cufflinks. 

And you’re swarmed by people, a whole team of fucking people stripping you down and plucking, pruning and waxing you. Life with the rebels was hard, you were sure this body hadn’t seen a good waxing and plucking for… at least three years, since the blockades on supplies. 

Seems the Eternal City was facing no such supply shortage. 

As a matter of fact, when you are zipped into a lovely emerald green, mermaid fit gown—as was customary for weddings in the Eternal City—you realize that perhaps it would indeed not be horrible. Perhaps you could live with your people’s antics and just try to enjoy the night. 

Rigelus is outside, smoking clove cigarettes when you meet him. It was not necessary for a bride and groom to stay separate before nuptials, in the Eternal City. Rigelus exhales smoke through his nose, looking more like a dragon than ever before. 

“How in god’s name can you stand these?” You say, coughing. Still, the sweet, spicy smoke, tickles some distant memory, of parents who had fought more than they loved you, and you know the marriage contract will come next. You wish you felt worse about it, than you do. You know you’re truly about to sell over your body in name and deed. It’s traditional in he Eternal City for husbands to own their wives’ magic. To control it. And you cannot for the life of it think of anything less appealing. You’re not even sure if Rigelus could contain your power, should you deign to sign it over: lock, stock and barrel. 

Rigelus flicks the butt, and you grimace, “Litterbug,” you whisper under your breath, he doesn’t even smell like smoke, and you wonder if this is something he does to take the edge off how much he’s missed you, and the chaotic sphere of politics he has to entertain. 

Your hair is in some elaborate updo, and the pins are truly hurting, “Rigelus?” You pause, looking at the men in suits, through the glass windows, silouetted by the night sky. “Could you fix this pin?” You gently tug on the bond between the two of you, knowing it had been there. 

Rigelus bends over double, breathless. “A little warning, before you do that, again, princess.” 

You bend down, though it’s a tough stretch in this dress, and take his face in your hands, “You knew it was there and you didn’t tell me?” 

He groans, rubbing his ribs, so the bond was tied there? The bond was literally tied at his heart bone? You grimace, gods no this wasn’t happening, you should flip him over the railing of the veranda. How ridiculous. 

You blink and you meet his gaze, piercing, filled with pained tears at your magical tug, which you’re now sure had knocked the wind from his sails, if not his lungs. “I will do anything to preserve their safety, and not throw away five years of freedom from you—but at the same time, even an hour of time…” You swallow hard, around the word, “at home has given me more energy and wisdom, freedom and restored my strength than the hundred years I spent beyond it’s borders.” You sigh, kiss his forehead, as the lovers of old did. As if to say, I understand you better than anyone else in this universe, let me, let me, let me in. 

It hurts to see him like this but you know he’ll draw it out for every minute it’s worth. And you know you’re just as vicious as he is. It’s tit for tat around here. No peace to be found under these stars. 

“One might think you remember how you used to say we’d be married, when we were small.” Rigelus bemoans. 

You stop dead in your tracks, because of course you remember. How could you not? But is he remembering or preparing to weaponize that memory? 

“Rigelus—don’t you dare.” It is both a warning and a plea for peace. 

He rolls his shoulders uncomfortably. You stand and try to put some distance between both of you. But he is kissing you. Your mouth is full of the scent of clove cigarettes, sweet and spicy and something else too. 

He’s gripping your hair to keep you from pulling away. Rigelus should get a hard slap for this. But he won’t. You lean into the kiss, and you can feel his end of the bond lighting up, a lone star in the darkness of a bond you had long let go to seed. 

He feels like the closes you will get to heaven. You kiss him for the longest time, until both your high fae vessels protest at the lack of oxygen. 

You separate from him reluctantly, and taste him on your lips. “Are we doing this? I want to get out of my gown, and these fucking pins are about to puncture my brain.” 

Rigelus is grinning at you, though, as if you’ve hung the moon in the sky. He kisses you again, and you don’t want to ever miss him, grudgingly or not, ever again. Rigelus is kissing your lips, and cupping your face. 

Someone clears their throat, it’s Arobynn Hamel, Rigelus’s man servant. “Your Grace, the minister awaits.” 

You and Rigelus take a long moment to disentangle yourselves. And in the old language of the stars he whispers, “Aven, mas doray.” 

You’re aware there’s company around, and through the huge glass doors you can see that the minister is glaring through brightly lit windows at your amorous display. You squeeze Rigelus’s hand for a long moment, while Rigelus and you walk inside.

Te ceremony is fast, so fast you barely remember it, and mostly consists of signing magical documents. When you get to the end of the pile, you notice you did not sign a prenuptial. You could take him for all he’s worth tomorrow, for fucks sake. 

Still, part of you is giddy at the idea of spending many midnights with your bright star. 

For right now, though, you must perform the duties of a wife.