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danikamariewrites · 2 months

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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

#throne of glass #throne of glass headcanons #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fic #dorian throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass fanfic #throne of glass dorian #dorian havilliard x you #dorian havilliard x y/n #dorian havilliard throne of glass #dorian havilliard x reader #dorian x you #dorian x reader #dorian havilliard imagine #dorian havilliard

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shadowdaddies · 4 months

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May you please write Manon x sunshine girl reader where she begs Manon to take her with her to one of her meetings in terrasen maybe and Manon eventually says yes and the whole time they are in the meeting Manon has her on her lap and def glares at anyone who looks too long lollol

Literally everyone (Aelin, Rowan, Dorian etc.) is like shocked because they didn’t know Manon has a mate and how this ray of sunshine is with a whole man eater lolol

this is such a cute prompt 💜 love Manon with a sunshine gf

Golden

Manon x Reader fluff

“Love, would you please let me join you in this meeting?” you pleaded, tugging Manon closer by her hands, giving her your best doe eyes as you batted your lashes at her.

With a wry smirk, Manon brought a hand to your hair, running her fingers through as she moved to cup your cheek. “Why would you want to go? I don’t even want to go. It’ll be boring political talk-“ she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Gods, it’s stressing me out just thinking about it.”

Pulling her hand away from her face, you smiled brightly, rocking back and forth on your heels in eagerness. “Exactly! But I can be there to make it less terrible. And I’m happy to go wherever you go,” you murmured, twining your fingers with hers as you leaned close, lips almost brushing.

“That does make for a tempting offer,” she murmured, golden eyes shimmering as she leaned forward, lips brushing against yours tenderly.

You followed Manon down the hall of the castle towards the room where the meeting was being held, rushing forward to take her hand in yours, rubbing your thumb against her skin in comfort. The beautiful witch maintained a stern expression, but you felt her muscles relax under your touch as the two of you entered the room.

Four heads turned towards you, all of them standing around the table. Each of them wore curious expressions, and you watched as the striking blonde’s turquoise eyes flicked down to your joined hands, an amused smile on her full lips. Her eyes slid to Manon, grin broadening into something mischievous.

“Manon,” she purred. “I don’t believe I’ve met your friend.” Manon sighed, rolling her eyes as she gestured towards the people around you.

First indicating towards the blonde, Manon drawled, “this is Aelin, her husband, Rowan,” and turning towards the two men next to them, she continued, “and this is Dorian and Fenrys.”

Dorian reached out a hand towards you, but you ignored it as you charged at him, wrapping your arms around the man in a warm hug. “I’ve heard so much about all of you! It’s so lovely to finally meet you!” you gushed, hugging each of them, oblivious to their shock and amusement.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Manon interrupted, prompting everyone to take their seats. Pulling out her seat, you instinctively took a spot on her lap, curling your legs up as you wrapped your arms around her neck.

Resting your head against her chest, you listened quietly as the Erilean rulers discussed politics and trade. You couldn’t help your proud smile as Manon spoke, the sheer authority she exuded. Absentmindedly, you braided her long white hair, admiring her beauty and the soothing timber of her voice as she spoke.

You’d nearly drifted off to sleep when something bumped against your foot, rousing you from your half-wake state. Looking down, you saw a dog with golden fur and caramel eyes staring up at you.

“Oh, aren’t you beautiful!” you cooed, jumping to the floor as you petted the pup, giggling as she licked your face.

“That’s Fleetfoot,” Aelin spoke, a fond smile on her features as she watched the dog lean its head against your shoulder, nudging you in request for more scratches.

“Fleetfoot, what a sweetheart,” you murmured, letting the dog rest her head in your lap as you continued showing her love.

“She doesn’t usually take to strangers so quickly,” Rowan noted, Aelin nodding in agreement.

“It seems like you have a talent for earning affection from... those less inclined to affection,” Fenrys teased, throwing you a wink as Manon glared at him.

“I’ve had enough of all of you for tonight,” Manon grumbled, standing up from her seat as she reached for your hand. You took hold of hers, leaning into the witch’s side as you bid the others a good night.

“Your friends are so lovely, Manon! We should get a dog,” you noted, practically skipping down the hall back towards your shared bedroom.

“They are not my friends. And we already have Abraxos,” Manon retorted.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you flashed her a playful grin. “Sure, those aren’t your friends,” you said in a sarcastic tone. “I had a wonderful time. Thank you for letting me join you,” you continued, eyes turning soft as you became more serious.

Manon stopped, pulling you to her as her hands threaded in your hair. “Thank you, for being there for me. I love you,” she whispered, leaning down as she began peppering kissed along your jaw, down your neck.

A whimper escaped you, the need to have her alone suddenly the only thing on your mind. Breathlessly, you tugged her away only to pull her along with you down the hall. “Let’s go back to the room and I’ll show you just how much I love you, too.”

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lilac-witch · 25 days

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Hi! Happy 100+ followers ❤️

My name is Megan (apparently means pearl) I’m studying costume and love autumn nights. I’m a single child. A Scorpio, 🔥 🌌 or ✨ I lean more towards men.

Hope you have an amazing day!

I’d pair you with Dorian, Rhysand and Cormac.

Dorian, Rhys and Cormac would definitely adore the fact that you’re studying costume, and would beg you to tell them all about their favourite styles (them being the fashionistas that they are).

Autumn nights with Dorian would be amazing. After living in that cold castle all his life, I feel like Dorian would do everything in his power to ensure it’s warm and welcoming. I see you both stepping inside to feel hearths blazing, after spending the cool Autumn night watching the stars.

#acotar #dorian havilliard #throne of glass #rhysand x y/n #rhysand x reader #rhysand acotar #rhysand

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azulyrae · 2 months

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— Send in requests!

I have nothing to do or read for the time being so help me out and give me something to write! 🤍🤞

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it-was-written-in-the-stars · 7 months

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♡Dorian Havilliard x reader♡

♡ a song for those who weep ♡

Chapter three ○●○

Warning(s) -> mild spoilers for throne of glass and crown of midnight by SJM, a dash of angst

Word count -> 1087

A/N -> I am so terribly sorry for how long it took me to write this chapter :')

[The characters featured in this story do not belong to me]

♡♡♡

The world hated you. Of that you were certain as you hurtled down the staircase, heedless of Dorian's cry of protest. He loved her, not you. Why hadn't you noticed it? Why had you been so foolish?

Your vision was blurred by a cloak of tears as you barrelled through the corridor. You needed to get out of here. You couldn't breathe.

You had seen the way he looked at her, his gaze filled with such awe. Why had you thought it meant nothing? Why had you clung so pathetically to that infinitesimal flicker of hope? Hope was what had ruined you. It lured you in, the act resembling the attraction which pulls a moth to a blaze of fire.

You stepped over the threshold, darting into the Palace gardens. The night air kissed your skin, grazing your tear stained face with the grace of a lover. The single, delicate caress you had desperately needed. Little droplets rained down onto the luxuriant landscape. The sky wept with you, its sorrow seeping into the soil.

You stood there, watching the scene blossom around you. The trickle of rain softly colliding with the ground, the gentle sway of trees, the rustle of leaves. These sounds crashed down on you, arresting as they were, joining together in this alluring symphony.

You breathed in the crisp, cold air accented with lavender. It was there that you swore to never let love provoke a tear out of you.

You loosed a breath, pivoting on your heel and retreating back into the delicious warmth the Palace provided. Turning your back on the love which you buried deep within the grounds of the gardens.

♡♡♡

"She watched him dance with the girl carved from sunlight," you read out. "Her heart ached, a deep, painful throb which threatened to rip her apart".

You paused to catch a glimpse of Dorian who sat across from you. An odd look had befallen his face, as though he could relate with the protagonist. You also seemed to notice how the soft light of the candelabra caressed his features, accentuating the sharp curve of his jaw. Heat rose to your face at how swiftly you had betrayed yourself. Love was not written for you.

"I know that I am quite the sight but don't drool all over the pages" Dorian drawled, the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

Gods. Why was he making this so difficult!?

You scoffed, rolling your eyes before opting to return to reading and ignore how hot he wa- your face was.

"The two of them were locked in a dance of great fervor. Elation coursed through his veins, lighting up his face. He was happy," you continued, suddenly tossed back into the ballroom- the sight of Dorian and Celaena clasped in each other's arms. You shook the thought away. "And despite how badly it hurt her, Aurelia turned on her heel and left- aaand that's the end of that chapter" you say, inserting a bookmark and closing the book.

"Gods I didn't remember this book being this- upsetting" Dorian mused, that off putting gleam returning to his eyes.

"At least we already know that the ending is jubilant" you pointed out, rising to deposit the book on the nearest stand. Dorian hummed in response, a single drawn out note.

"I was- uh- meaning to ask you this earlier but- is everything alright?" He asked, blanketing you with his attention.

You turn back to face him, your eyebrows flicking upwards. "Yes- of course".

"Why did you run away- when you saw me yesterday?" He pressed, patently not satisfied with your response. Your face heated at the reminder of how poorly you had handled the situation.

"I- . . . forgot that Celaena asked me to take care of Fleetfoot- afterall he is just a pup and I- left him.. in my chambers" you internally cringed at how bad of a lie you let slip past your lips. You certainly hadn't convinced Dorian, for he looked just as perplexed.

"Y/n- I can tell that something is bothering you" Dorian said, watching you settle back down into your seat.

Your gaze met his. What beautiful a shade his eyes possessed.

You turned abruptly, clearing your throat. "I assure you that everything is absolutely perfect- ideal- now if you will excuse me I- need to go return Fleetfoot to Celaena before she-"

"Oh, there you are"

You felt your heart drop at the sound of her voice.

Low and behold, Celaena had sauntered into your little corner, the young pup curled up in her arms.

Dorian quirked a brow.

"Celaena, what a surprise- oh and you found Fleetfoot!" You chirped. The two of them exchanged a puzzled look.

The golden haired girl released a breath. "I sure did, thanks for your help". You took a mental note to thank her later as you bid your farewells and swiftly slipped out of the library.

Just yesterday you had told yourself that you would not let love steer you. Yet here you were. Making a complete fool of yourself. Again.

But how could you tell him? 'Oh sorry- you see, I actually ran away because I have been in love with you since we were children and when I saw you kissing Celaena it broke my heart and silly old me lacked the courage to do anything about it so instead I ran away from all of my problems'. Like always.

"Oh, hello Y/n," a voice from somewhere to your left rumbled. "Have you seen Celaena?".

You peered over your shoulder to find Chaol waiting expectantly for your response. His face was flushed, a bouquet of red roses clasped in his hands.

"She's just in there-.. if you don't mind me asking, who are those for?" You reply, eyeing the flowers. If only your life was blessed with such vibrancy.

Chaol followed your gaze, his eyebrows pulled together. "Oh uh these are for Celaena" he replied, slightly flustered.

You blink. Once. Twice.

"Celaena?" You echo, your head tilting to the side. "Is it her birthday?"

"No.."

"Oh... why are you- giving them to her?" You ask, confused by the occurrence. Why was he giving her flowers when her boyfriend was with her?

"We are.. together" Chaol replied, his eyebrows shooting skyward at your visible perplexion.

"But she's with... she's no longer dating Dorian?" You ask, your heart beating wildly in your chest. None of this made any sense.

"No- they broke it off a few weeks after you left" Chaol said, shuffling his feet awkwardly under your scrutiny.

"What?"

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shallyne · 10 months

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Well, anyways, I was bored and made a list with book characters that I like from A to Z (couldn't come up with something for Q)

Book Characters List

Aemmory Percyval Taxus

Aelin Galathynius

Andarna

Amara Maroni

Alpha Villanova

Abraxos

Annaleigh Thaumas

Aedion Ashryver

Alexis

Asterin Blackbeak

Aaron Warner

Apollion

Aidas

Ansel of Briarcliff

Ash

Addie LaRue

Avery Kylie Grambs

Ash Maddox

Alex Volkov

Ava Chen

Alessandra Davenport

Bryce Quinlan

Bryaxis

Bone Carver

Brie

Barney Fitz-Amobi

Bel Price

Bridget Van Ascheberg

Corvina Clemm

Cassius

Cardan Greenbriar

Chloe Green

Camila Dunne

Cinnamon Hotpepper

Cormac Donnall

Catherine Pinkerton

Cara Ward

Cal

Carter Price

Chrstian Harper

Danika Fendyr

Dante Maroni

Donatella Dragna

Declan Emmett

Dorian Havilliard

Dante Russo

Dominic Davenport

Elide Lochan

Evangeline Fox

Emilia DiCarlo

Envy

Evelyn Hugo

Ember Quinlan

Elspeth Spindle

Evangelina Sage

Elm Rowan

Feyre Archeron

Fenrys Moonbeam

Fallon

Felix

Fleetfoot

Gavriel

Hunt Athalar

Helion

Hannah Rooney

Imogen

Iris Winnow

Ione Hawthorne

Isabella Valencia

Jacks

Juliette Ferrars

Jude Duarte

Jesiba Roga

Jurian

Jest

Jack Brunswick

Jespyr Yew

Josh Chen

Jules Ambrose

Kenji Kishimoto

Kaltain Rompier

Kai Young

Lilith

Lyla

Lorcan Salvaterre

Lidia Cervos

Legend

Lysandra

Lehabah

Liam Mairi

Luc

Luna Caine

Libby

Manon Blackbeak

Morrigan

Morana Vitalio

Meghan Chase

Nesryn Faliq

Nazeera Ibrahim

Nash Hawthorne

Naomi Ward

Nightmare

Oraya

Oak Greenbriar

Pippa Fitz-Amobi

Purrcival

Rhysand

Raihn

Ruhn Danaan

Rogan

Rowan Whitethorn

Randall Silago

Rhiannon Matthias

Razor

Ravi Singh

Ravyn Yew

Renelm Yew

Roman Kitt

Rachel Price

Rhys Larsen

Shara Wheeler

Scarlett Dragna

Stryga

Suriel

Sartaq

Syrinx

Sgaeyl

Sal Singh

Stanley Forbes

Stella Alonso

Sloane Kensington

Tristan Caine

Tristan Flynn

Thea Delion

Tairn

Thimble

Tandri

Trystan Maverine

Usha

Violet Sorrengail

Vale

Vincent

Vittoria di Carlo

Viv

Vivian Lau-Russo

Wrath

Wren

Xaden Riorson

Yrene Towers

Zephyr Villanova

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leahkenobi · 2 years

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distraction

dorian havilliard x reader

word count: 1.6k

dorian just wants to be what you need.

warnings: it’s very chaotic lol. starts off enemies to lovers, discussion of trauma, mentions of bruises, infected wounds, scars, mentions of physical and mental pain then transitions to sub!dorian, smut, grinding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap, dorian isn’t real but pregnancy is), dorian has a praise kink, kinda denied orgasm but not really. please let me know if i’m missing anything!

a/n: well. it’s miss @oliviajdjarin’s birth month (livtober, as one may say). yes, this is late. yes, i feel bad. but i hope it is still enjoyable for everyone! i had so much fun writing a sub character (who would’ve thought lol very uncharacteristic). as always requests are open and lmk if you want to be added to a general or specific tag list! i’m always happy to add! i do not own this gif! anyways, happy late birthday liv, love you bunches. hope it was as special as you :)

“oh fuck you dorian,” you said, unable to keep it to yourself any longer.

“don’t you wish you could, my dear,” he said with arrogance that was larger than life.

it had been an exhausting journey from morath. dorian was both the savior you were looking for, someone who stood up for you and helped you out of that horrendous place and also the biggest pain in the ass that ever did exist.

you would have pummeled him to the ground, maybe even stabbed his stupid stupid stomach lined with his stupid stupid abs if it weren’t for the lingering sense of gratitude you held toward the man.

“can we rest here for the night?” you asked, physically and mentally whooped from your situation. your mental scars from morath were just as prominent as the cuts that were turning a sickly green and your purple bruises.

“cmon, just another mile. we’ll be closer to the stream then,” dorian responded.

you knew there was no way you could make it. you’d already been dragging him down because of your lingering injuries. but there was no way you could tell him this. you refused to show weakness in front of anyone, especially the entitled asshole of a king in front you.

dorian had to have noticed your rapid decline in speed. you couldn’t help it, the pain truly was becoming unbearable. but he couldn’t know that. no one could know that. if anyone knew-

no one could see that-

it would be too vulnerable-

too raw-

“y/n,” he said in a firm tone, almost sounding annoyed.

“we haven’t got all day do we? do i need to carry you?” he teased.

“i’m moving as fast as i can,” you grumbled.

“if that’s as fast as you can go, i have some concerns,” he said with a joking tone.

“well dorian no offense. i know it’s hard for you to understand and all but i’m struggling right now. i get that you don’t really know what that means, but for some of us, it means we walk a bit slower than usual because our bodies can’t fucking take it. so kindly, or not so kindly, leave me alone,” you said with force.

because honestly, what did this spoiled royal bastard know about pain and suffering?

he only chuckled in response, which somehow frustrated you more. how dare he laugh?

you were so distracted in your haze of anger that you didn’t notice he had slowed down to your speed. he slipped an arm over your shoulder to steady your form.

you silently walked the next mile with him, every step more agonizing than the last. when you finally reached a spot he deemed acceptable, he dropped his arm from your figure. you nearly collapsed without his support, which made you realize how reliant you had been on him for the last chunk of your trip.

“thank you,” you said hoarsely.

“what was that?” he prodded, wanting to hear you say it.

“thanks,” you said a bit louder.

“i’m sorry, i still can’t hear you,” he said with a grin.

“i said thank you,” you announced loudly.

dorian chuckled. “oh it’s my pleasure. really strengthens my arms when i have to carry you a mile through the forest.”

“alright, would you-“ you started.

“i’m kidding,” he said, “i’m just messing with you. i’ll carry you wherever i need to if it means we will stay safe.”

you nodded your head slowly and whispered another soft thanks.

the pack that had been on dorian’s back contained a thin tent which he pitched while you walked a few yards to the stream to gather water. night was falling, and with it the temperature.

as you walked back to the tent, you realized dorian was no where in sight. you gently laid the water you collected in the canteen on a rock and peered inside the tent.

there he was in all of his beauty. he no longer had his collared shirt and thick coat covering his magnificent upper body. his legs were bare besides a pair of boxers and you couldn’t help but stare. even though he frustrated the ever living hell out of you, he was gorgeous. you noticed a white ring around his neck before he turned to see your face poked in through the tent flap.

“like what you see?” he said with a sly grin.

your face heated at the implication.

“sorry… i- uh… i was looking to find you. i gathered some water,” you stuttered out, flustered by his appearance.

“mm thank you. i am quite parched,” he replied.

you grabbed the canteen and passed it to him.

“goodnight,” you said as you walked away from the tent, trying to find a spot to sleep on the ground next to the tent so the wind wouldn’t blow directly on you.

“and just what do you think you are doing?” dorian said as he poked his head out.

“um.. looking for a place to sleep?” you said.

“y/n. we have been traveling together for a week. what makes you think you can’t be in the same tent as me?” dorian asked.

“we’ve only slept in separate rooms through those port towns. i just assumed it would be uncomfortable for you,” you said with a shrug.

“what would make me more uncomfortable is you out there completely alone with no warmth or company,” dorian said, “get in the tent now, please.”

you nodded and mumbled a quiet okay.

the tent wasn’t very large, just enough room for a few blankets. you slowly crawled under one as dorian sat down and did the same.

once you were both settled, you sighed deeply and let the events of the past week come over you. so much had happened in so little time.

you attempted to close your eyes, if only to stop yourself from processing your time at morath, the rescue, and your complex feelings toward dorian. but before you could fall asleep, he spoke.

“i know that i’m not… easy. or probably the best person to be accompanying you right now. but i want you to know that i’ve felt your pain,” he said.

“dorian just… don’t. i don’t want to hear about the pain of stubbing your royal pinky toe, or the pain of attending too many fancy dinner parties. it’s different, okay?” you said, trying your best not to sound too irritated, but closed off so you wouldn’t have to hear his nonsense.

“we are not as different as you think,” he said.

even in the dark, you could seem him scratching at the scar on his neck.

“what is that?” you asked, pointing to it.

“what makes us the same,” he said with a sad smile.

“what do you mean?”

“the valg, y/n. i felt them too. they hurt me and infested me too,” he said softly.

your face fell. by no means had you expected that.

“dorian i am so sor-“

“no, don’t say you are sorry. i don’t need to hear that. i just need you to know that i’m trying to be what you need right now. so tell me what that is. i can be your punching bag, i could build you up, i could make you laugh, or i could be whatever else you need. i just want to help,” he said, his eyes staring into yours with intent.

somehow, you were closer than before. close enough that you could feel his warm breath. close enough that your mind wandered-

“how about a distraction?” you said with a small smile, letting the feelings of gratitude for the rescue and appreciation of his beauty take over your mind and body.

“a distraction?” he grinned, “how so?”

“lean a little closer, dorian. i’ll show you how,” you responded.

within a second he was on you, mouth meeting your own.

you were hungry for this, hungry for this crumb of normalcy that he could give you. you needed to feel someone.

you pushed his shoulders back to the ground, straddling him. your tongue dominated his own, and he couldn’t have been happier based on the moans slipping from his mouth.

you felt him stiffen in his boxers below you.

“dorian,” you moaned, “please.”

“take what you need. i’m here to be what you need,” he said.

and so you did. you pulled your own bottoms off, then quickly followed with his. you stayed on top of him, grinding into his erection.

“y/n, if you keep doing that i’m not going to last,” he said in between broken moans.

you reached between your bodies, grabbing hold of him and lining him up. you ground down on him and released a gasp as he groaned.

“that better, prince?” you asked with a slight tease.

“so good, y/n. so good,” he said.

“good boy. you feel so good dorian,” you said while pushing his hair off his forehead and leaning down to suck a bruise onto his collar bone.

eventually, his hands found their way to your nub. the second he touched your clit, you jolted.

“dorian,” you groaned, “faster.”

“anything,” he said, looking to you with glassed over eyes.

you could feel the coil tightening in your core as you squeezed around dorian’s cock.

“i’m going to-“ dorian started.

“hold it,” you said, “wait for me.”

“okay,” he responded and leaned forward to kiss your breasts, continuing to stimulate your clit simultaneously.

“i’m right there baby,” you said, “cum with me.”

and he did, spilling into you with a violent groan. you were a mess on top of him, crying out in pleasure.

as you came down from your high, you rolled off of him.

“that was incredible,” he said, reaching into his bag for a cloth to clean you up with.

“so good,” you said.

after he wiped you down, you turned to him.

“thank you,” you said, snuggling under his strong arms.

“of course,” he said, “i will happily be a distraction whenever you need.

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readerxlovestay · 3 years

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✨Fenrys x Reader✨

Ask submitted by anonymous: A Fenrys and reader imagine where he finds his mate and doesn't wanna leave her alone because he's very excited to have a mate. She is like the female version of Azriel and it has to be super fluffy.

Summary: Fenrys is feeling lonely and out of the blue, he finds a girl he decides to follow and finds out that she's his mate.

Ref: Y/n - your name

H/c - your hair colour

Artwork: @morgana0anagrom

Forever with you

Fenrys' Pov:

Fenrys was sitting on the tallest building he could find. He let out a deep sigh. It was at times like these that he wished he could freeze his heart numb. He was terribly missing his brother. He missed his silent yet loving company of his brother. If he was here- That's the point Fenrys, he's not. Rebuking himself, he looked up at the blue morning sky. His heart warred with itself. '

This is not Connall would've wanted. He would have told Fenrys to get his head straight and feel happy on their success, to not focus on the past. His stupid gentle minded brother. He squeezed his eyes together and willed back his tears. Now's not the time. He had a hell lot to do and yet here he was, balking around. He pressed his palms to his eyes and tried to calm his breathing. I hope you're seeing my agony, you ass. For leaving me hanging in this world alone.

He let out a shaky sigh and removed his hands from his face. Okay. Time to get back to the castle. But something made him look down at the bustling street down. It was crowded and filled with vendors and merchants alike, buzzing with energy. His sharp eyes could even make out the delicate detail on the hand woven basket, a vendor was selling. Annoyed at himself for being distracted, he turned back to the terrace. But a tug made him look back down again. Observe.

Y/N's Pov:

She was currently being pulled by her hand in the throng of people and she hated it. "Where are you taking me?", She had to raise her voice to make it heard over the crowd. But it was left unanswered by her friend. "Oh I can't reveal it to you yet! But it's gonna be a-mazing!" She shouted. Y/n mentally sighed as she let herself be pushed and pulled. Like she has been all her life. She silenced the rogue voice in her head and focused on the back of her friend's head. That's how it always was. The voice talking to her and keeping her company when she was lonely or anxious. The latter being her current feeling. She shook her head to herself.

Finally, her friend pulled her to a stop before a big clothes shop. She stared at her friend blankly.

She grinned. "Remember when I said I'm getting you a spidersilk dress for your birthday?" Y/n raised her eyebrow. "Yes but the there are no more of them since Queen Aelin slayed Maeve" Her friend's grin became wider. "Correct. This specific place has somehow learned to recreate the silk through explicit magic and knowledge by the cloth designers" She looked at the shop with a calculating gaze. "I see" Her friend clapped her hands excitedly. "I commissioned it for you! This is going be awesome!" She looked at Y/n expectantly. She willed a sparkle to her eyes and smiled at her friend. "You didn't have to do that for me" She shook her head. "It's really nothing. That's what friends do for each other. Now come on and let's check how those silks are coming"

Her friend proceeded to pull her into the shop and she complied, lips upturning at the other girl's enthusiasm.

Fenrys' Pov:

He still didn't know what he was looking for. But he kept searching for that invisible tug again. His eyes fell on a pair of females heading towards a store. The first girl appeared to be pulling along another girl by her hand. He looked more closely. The second female was beautiful, in a picturesque sort of way. Her pretty H/C hair swayed in the wind, catching everyone's attention but she seemed oblivious to it. He watched both of them enter the shop.

A tug at his heart again. What was that? He wasn't sure, but he wanted to find out. He jumped down from the building in a smooth motion to the ground. A few people looked up in surprise but mostly went on with their work. He entered the shop he saw earlier, in hopes of finding that beautiful brooding girl.

Y/N's Pov:

Her friend showed her the dresses they were making and they were especially gorgeous. They didn't get to try it on though. It was only halfway done. But they did look at other dresses and jewels. Her bubbly friend was very excited to be there and kept gushing about this and that. Y/N was silent but content to be in her constant chatter. For once she didn't retreat back into herself where the voice kept her company.

They were still looking at some of the designs when the shop doorbell tinkled. She didn't bother turning to see but her friend giggled. "Ooh look at that, he's really handsome" One corner of her lips turned up amusement as she looked towards the entrance. 'Handsome' was an understatement.

He was freakishly attractive with his bronze skin tone, onyx eyes and high cheekbones. Half of his golden hair was tied up in a simple knot which left his sharp jaw in her focus. His body was in par with his features, muscles rippling under the shirt he was wearing.

Wow.

She blinked when she realized she was staring at the stranger and hastily went back to looking at the designs. She couldn't help the light blush on her face as she fiddled with the sketch. She had never felt this enamored by anyone. Even stranger, she could feel his presence behind her, as if it was calling to her.

"Did you see what I saw?", Her friend whispered, smirking.

"Hush"

An unfamiliar tug startled her, making her drop the papers. She felt clear somehow. Like...like something had fallen into place, claiming the constant emptiness in her mind as its own. Her heart sped. What was it? Did the stranger do something? She turned around abruptly only to find the him with the same expression as her. Shocked, her mind answered. She was too aware of the male to even shut it down.

Her friend looked worriedly at her. "Y/n?" That seemed to bring him back. He blinked once before whispering. "Y/n" She inhaled shakily. "You're my mate"

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mitchloveswriting · 2 years

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Sneak Peak of a Dorian x Fem! Reader Series?

When one has gaps in their memories, especially childhood memories, it's often due to trauma. Your brain blocks it out for you so that your emotions and personality aren't consciously affected by the trauma.

I can't remember anything from that night. All I can remember is the stickiness on my face, wether it was blood or tears I can't recall. I remember the frigid, icy wind and the stabbing of grains of sand into my skin. I remember the snapping sound of a flimsy frozen metal as the locket I was given on my sixth birthday only days before.

I only remember that last one because I have it still. It lies in a small crevice in the corner of a music box, except on days where I am especially anxious. Those days it spends curled around my fingers as I hold on for dear life as if I could transfer all my negative feelings into it.

🔶️

"Y/n!" I jumped as Aleera's voice snapped me out of my trance. The broken locket slipped from my fingers and coiled onto the marble table beneath me.

"Brulin says it's time for your lessons to begin." She nears me, reaching her hands out for me to grab. I slip my hands into hers and seek comfort in the familiar calluses on her fingertips. They're from the sewing.

"It's a little early isn't it?" I ask as she uses her hands to guide me into a standing position.

"He thought you'd want to get them over with to celebrate your birthday." Aleera explained and a smile grew on my face.

"And the Prince is okay with being disturbed this early for rescheduled classes?"

"You know the Prince would much rather be finished early and celebrate your birthday with you than get to sleep in." She dismisses and ushers me towards the door. I roll my eyes despite knowing that she speaks the truth.

"Alas, he has too many princely duties to spend any time with me." I whine and she chuckles.

"I'm wounded you would think so lowly of me, Lady." Dorian spoke up and after getting over my shock at his presence I glared at him only for him to chuckle in return.

"Alright, you two. Get to Brulin now and enjoy yourselves. Do be here for lunch, Y/n." Aleera kisses my temple and Dorian reached out his arm for me. With a smile I slip my arm through his and curl my hand around his bicep.

We enter the halls outside of the Klayden Residential Chambers and begin walking towards the library when he leans his head close to my own.

"Happy Birthday, Y/n." He mutters and presses a short kiss to my temple causing me to giggle.

As the library nears, our morning chatter begins to slow.

"Are you sure you want to do any classes at all today?" He asks and I giggle.

"And how do you propose we escape our educational obligations?" I teased, but his face was deadly serious.

"I'm the Crown Prince. What is anyone going to do about it?"

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(A/n: Lemme know if you're interested, my loves ❤)

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throneofsapphics · 8 months

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✧poly!Rowaelin✧ ✧poly!Manorian✧

✧Manon✧

obedient* just one afternoon quiet* of no consequence another lesson* dating manon and nesta running from the truth* forbidden fruit red* manon helping you on your period a little help pine trees and storm clouds teaching moment you're hiding something* breaking point*

✧Dorian✧

not worth remembering patience* tuesdays all eyes are on you there you go again the right reasons* the art of relaxing breathless* pretty poison a favor

✧Fenrys✧

end of the night* broken promises ↳ (part two) get up off the roof between the heavens and the embers lovemaking* deadly instincts busy mornings

✧Manon x Reader x Asterin✧

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

✧Aelin✧

morning dew and flames* I could be a better boyfriend keep it together*

✧Asterin✧

berries* born rivals audience* supposed to be us

✧poly!Elorcan✧

exploring pleasure*

✧Elide✧

closed doors & open bottles

✧Asterin x Reader x Elide✧

cinnamon

✧Rowan✧

keep still* a friendly hand* old faces ↳ continued as poly!rowaelin

✧Lorcan✧

finishing up work* a deal between friends* capable of chaos

✧Gavriel✧

pretty apologies*

✧Lorcan & Fenrys & Rowan✧

the arrangement*

✧Next Gen✧

Lysaedion's Daughter pick them better ↳ take two (pt2) snitch questionable decisions (x manorian's son) Rowaelin's Daughter reasonable situation secrets never last all good things come to an end

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danikamariewrites · 5 months

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hello. Would you write for dark Dorian and reader? Please

Once Upon a Time

Dark!Dorian x reader

A/n: Ive been a sucker for Dorian lately I cannot stop thinking about him. I’m also loving @shadowdaddies dark!Manorian series rn, definitely go check it out.

Warnings: dark!dorian, manipulation

“There you are pet. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Dorian’s voice sent chills down your spine as you bask in the afternoon sun. The thrill he gives you after being together the last two years still brings a smile to your face. Like you’re being chased by him in your own home. You look up at him from your spot in the plush grass. The castle gardens are so beautiful this time of year, you can never resist spending your days out here when the weather finally turns.

Dorian sits next to you lightly kissing your forehead. A small blush creeps on to your cheeks as you softly respond, “Hi.” He smiles at you, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger Dorian tilts your head back a little so your eyes meet his sapphire ones. “What are you doing out here sweet girl? Shouldn’t you be wedding planning.” Your face falls. You’re not avoiding planning the most exciting day of your life. You just needed a break from how suffocating the dining room felt with all the flower samples, and napkin samples, and everything else that was carted into the palace for your approval.

“I just needed a moment to myself.” Dorian gives you a sympathetic pout before pulling you onto his lap so your back rested against his chest. “I know things like this can be stressful my love. I’m here if you want me more involved. Come find me next time and we can sit together, ok?” You nod against his strong chest, settling into his warm embrace.

It took a lot to earn Dorian’s trust just so you could come out and enjoy the gardens. While you are allowed to wander the castle on your own Dorian prefers to be with you when you find yourself outdoors. When he found you this time you could tell he was slightly panicked that you didn’t at least have a guard with you. Dorian was always afraid that you’d be taken from him or that you’d run. But you’d never do that. Dorian keeps you safe, you couldn’t imagine life without him.

“Before we go back can you tell me a story? I just want to stay out here for a bit longer.” A small chuckle leaves his full lips. “What story do you want sweet girl?” You think for a moment, “The one where you first saw me and then we met.” Dorian smiles at you as you stare up at him with this innocent doe eyes. “You got it.”

Dorian adjusts you so you’re in a more comfortable position cuddled up to him. “Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in Rifthold. She was the most beautiful girl the King of Adarlan had ever seen. He was absolutely enchanted by her. She’s so kind and sweet, how could he resist her? The king had to meet. One day he took a trip to her flower shop in the city. When they finally met he was so nervous to speak he couldn’t get a word out.

“She was just so smiley and bubbly he couldn’t interrupt her. When the king laid in bed that night all he could think of was the flower girl. Days and weeks went by where he watched the flower girl from afar. When the king finally learned her name it was all he could think of. Y/n. He kept repeating it, practicing saying it for the next time they met. Slowly but surely they fell for each other and the king couldn’t bear another day apart.

“The king watched his sweet y/n. A man walked into her shop and he ended up being belligerent and rude. The king couldn’t have that so he dealt with the man and brought his sweet y/n to the castle where she would be safe with the king forever.”

You remember that day. Gods you were terrified as you hid behind the counter and prayed for Dorian to save you. Everything had been a blur that evening and when you woke up the next morning you were in Dorian’s bed. All your stuff had been moved to the castle. You had tried to leave, something had felt wrong to you. But Dorian had insisted that you must stay until he deemed it safe for you to return home. Eventually you didn’t want to return home. You wanted to stay with Dorian and he was more than happy to have you stay with him.

You turn to straddle him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love that story.” You say softly. Dorian brings his hands up to hold your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “And I love you sweet girl.” He softly kisses your lips then your nose. “Let’s go back inside darling. We can do wedding planning together, hmm.” “Sounds perfect.” Dorian scoops you up in his arms heading back to the dining room.

He did everything to keep you from seeing his anger at the lack of guards in the garden. Barely any were by the gates. Dorian would be having words with Chaol about that. Gods forbid you ran and he couldn’t find you.

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shadowdaddies · 2 months

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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.

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princess-of-riviaa · 4 years

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Playing With Knives (Dorian Havilliard x Reader)

Author’s note: This takes place just before the events of Throne of Glass. Dorian is 19 and Y/N is 20, a widowed duchess that lives in the glass castle with the royal family. Dorian is the elegant, up-to-no-good bachelor that he was before the series began. The events in this loosely follow the events of Throne of Glass.

Warning(s): this is my first smut, so it might be terrible

“You’re doing it wrong.” Dorian watched you from the entrance to the training room. There was a gleam in his eye that was no doubt from laughing at your terrible attempt at a throw.

You’d been in the training room for an hour now, trying in vain to learn how to throw a dagger at a target fifty feet away. You had yet to land a single dagger into the target on the far wall. Sweat glistened down your body and your arms ached. Still, you were determined to not leave for dinner until you got a dagger to land in your target.

“I can see that,” you gritted out. Dorian was Adarlan’s Crown Prince. You were supposed to be respectful to him, even with how much time you two spent together in casual settings. He was still above you. But you were exhausted, frustrated and embarrassed. You didn’t have the strength to remember your manners right now.

“Your body’s too tight,” he said, ignoring your sharp tone as he strode over to you. He stopped only when he was right in front of you.

As Duchess of Adarlan, you spent the majority of your time in the glass castle, and with the royal family. Your time with them had increased even more since the death of your late husband, Duke Perrington, whom you had been married to for a very long eight months before his passing. You spent a lot of time with Dorian. You’d had time to get used to his distracting good looks and his occasional flirtatious comment. And yet, every time he stood next to you, your heartbeat sped up and delicious knots formed in your stomach. And every time he looked at you with that dark look in his eyes--the same look he was giving you now--you couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like for him to push you against the nearest wall and make you scream.

You cleared your throat and looked down at the dagger in your hand, praying he didn’t notice the blush burning your face. “I didn’t realize you were such an expert at knife-throwing.”

His eyes burned into the top of your head. “Y/N, I’m an expert at many things. I could show you what kind of skills I have, if you’d like.” The innuendo was clear in his tone.

Your stomach began to knot again as heat spread through your body. You forced your face to remain neutral as you looked back up at him and said, “Show me the proper way to throw this stupid dagger so I can finish up here. I haven’t had dinner yet and I’m starving.”

One of his dark eyebrows quirked up and a smirk tugged at his smooth mouth. “Interesting. I’m quite famished myself.” His crystal blue eyes skimmed over your face and the loose shirt and pants you wore to workout in.

Your body burned on every spot his eyes noticed. You willed yourself to ignore the feeling spreading to your core. He looks at every woman in court like that, you reminded yourself. Just because you two are friends doesn’t make you anymore special.

“Dorian,” you huffed.

He chuckled again at your impatience. With a blink the dark look in his eyes was gone. He reached for your right hand and adjusted your fingers on the handle of the blade. “You hold it like this. Don’t choke the handle. That will only make your release do more harm than good.” His fingers moved up to your forearm. “Loosen your wrist. The blade is supposed to be an extension of your arm. Don’t treat it like a foreign object.”

He continued to give you tips, spewing out information like he’d swallowed a textbook on knife handling. You made every adjustment he told you to. All the changes felt weird to your body, but you trusted that he knew what he was doing. His hands moved to various parts of your body, brushing over your shoulders and jaw to adjust your posture.

“You’re standing wrong,” he said after several minutes of helping you adjust what felt like every part of your body. “Directly facing the target will strain your shoulder when you release. Stand sideways with your non-dominant foot forward.”

You turned around, your back now to him, and tried to fix your feet so they felt comfortable.

“You’ll put your weight on your back leg before the throw.” Dorian closed the distance behind you and grabbed your hips.

Your body tensed under his touch. A breath caught in the back of your throat as you felt his chest press into your back. You resisted the urge to close your eyes in pleasure at the feeling of his hands on you.

His right hand clasped your right hip tighter than the left, motioning for you to adjust your weight.

His mouth brushed across your earlobe, his breath tickling your neck as he whispered, “And when you’re ready, you’ll throw.”

But the dagger in your hand was forgotten. You couldn’t think about anything but his breath on your neck, his hands gripping your hips, his mouth on your skin.

“Dorian.” It came out a shaky whisper, and if your body hadn’t already given away that his touch was having an effect on you, your shaking voice absolutely did.

“Y/N.” Your name sounded so good on his lips. His hands gripped your hips tighter as he bit your ear playfully.

A whimper escaped from you before you could stop it and your body moved on its own as you sunk into his chest.

“Come back to my quarters,” he murmured in your ear as his hands wrapped around your stomach. His fingers drew lazy circles over your shirt, slowly rising higher and higher.

In the five minutes it would take for you two to leave the training room and get to Dorian’s room, your self-control would return. And right now you really didn’t want to talk yourself out of this, out of him.

“No,” you replied, spinning around to face him. “Here.”

The dagger dropped to the floor with a loud clatter and you moved your hands to his neck, pulling his face down to kiss you. His mouth moved hungrily against yours. Your skin was feverish under his touch. You couldn’t believe this was happening, that he was finally kissing you. You’d imagined this for months, though had never been bold enough to act on it. From the way he kissed you, crushing your mouth with his in a desperate need, he had wanted this just as badly.

His hands found their way back to your hips and he gently pushed you. Your body got the message. You began walking backwards slowly, step by step, until your back hit the wall. Before the pain could register in your mind, Dorian’s mouth was moving south. His made a path of kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, and his hands lazily played with the hem of your shirt.

“You have no idea...” he murmured between delicious kisses, “...the affect you have on me, Y/N. Every time I see you I have to resist the urge to take you right then and there.”

“Even in a room full of people?” You laughed jokingly, the idea absolutely ludicrous to you.

His fingers crawled under your shirt and dragged their way up to your breasts. He began kneading them between his hands. You moaned at the pleasure coursing through you.

“Yes,” he panted. “Especially in a court room full of people.”

You gasped as he pressed his knee between your legs, prying them open for him. His thigh applied pressure to your core and began moving up and down. You could feel the wetness between your legs soaking through your panties.

“I’d fuck you in front of my entire court just to show them who you belong to,” he said before raising your shirt above your head and tossing it on the floor. He eyed your breasts hungrily. The darkness in his gaze made your toes curl. A second later his mouth was wrapped around your breast, flicking your nipple with his tongue while his hand massaged the other one.

You arched your back, needing to feel more of him, and moaned when you felt his hard length press into your stomach. Your eyes fluttered with sinful pleasure as you reached for him, running your hand up and down his length over his clothes. He moaned against your skin, the vibration almost sending you over the edge.

“Dorian,” you whimpered, desperately needing more. “Please.”

He pulled away from you just long enough to look you in the eye, taking in the sight of your red face and trembling mouth, before lowering to his knees and beginning to undo the string that held your pants together. He took his time to pull them down your legs.

“Dorian.” The impatience was clear in your voice. You couldn’t take anymore of his teasing.

But he ignored you, acting like you had all the time in the world as he left gentle kisses from your knee to your hip. His mouth hovered under your panties and he breathed out teasingly, giving just enough pressure to your core to make your hips buck up, but he just moved onto the other leg and kissed you softly on the inside of your thigh.

“I swear to the gods if you don’t stop teasing me--” You began, but stopped when his mouth finally pressed against your core, kissing your clit over your panties.

He brought a finger up to rub between your folds, basking in how soaked your panties were from his touch. He tilted his head back as his eyes found yours. “So wet for me already, and I’ve hardly even begun.”

You opened your mouth to reply, ready to snap at him, but he returned his mouth to your core before any words could leave your mouth. He kept his gaze on you as he kissed you over your panties. The sight was so beautifully sinful. You wanted to memorize him like this.

He took his panties between his teeth and yanked them down until they pooled at your ankles.

“F-fuck,” you muttered as he took in the sight of your wet pussy, only letting his warm breath caress you. Your body tingled at the barely-there pressure and a whimper escaped you.

He knew what you wanted, what you needed. His mouth was on your clit a second later, his tongue flicking up and down your bud. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He brought his hand up between your folds and coated them with your wetness. His tongue and finger continued to tease you, applying just enough pressure to bring you to the edge without actually letting you go over.

“Please...” you whimpered, digging your fingers into your hair.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he breathed against your skin.

“Want your... fingers... in me,” you panted, your eyes still squeezed shut with pleasure. “Want you to... make me cum.”

He did just as you asked, inserting two fingers inside of you without any warning. Your moans echoed throughout the room but you were too out of it to feel embarrassed.

His mouth continued its assault on your clit as his fingers moved in and out of you, making your body writhe with pleasure. It wasn’t long before the burn in your stomach turned into a fire and your walls began to clench around his fingers.

“Dorian, I-I’m gonna...” you tried to get out.

He could tell you were close. His fingers curled inside of you, moving even faster than before. Your entire body tensed under his touch and you threw your head back, your entire vision going black as your orgasm rushed over you. Dorian’s fingers and mouth continued to move against your body, helping you ride out your orgasm. He licked up every last drop of the juices spilling out of you. His mouth made sinful slurping sounds as he cleaned up his work.

You caught your breath as he rose to his feet and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His smirked proudly and you suddenly remembered why you’d held back from him for so long: he’d never let you live this down.

“Just so you know,” he said as he handed you back your shirt, “you still suck at throwing daggers.”

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◇Dorian Havilliard x Reader◇

♡A song for those who weep♡

Chapter one ○ ● ○

Warning(s): contains mild spoilers for Throne of Glass and Crown of Midnight by Sarah J Maas

Summary: After spending close to a year travelling across kingdoms and venturing into uncharted terrain in hopes of forgetting about your unrequited love, you find yourself back in the Glass Palace. The time you had spent journeying had done little to mend your broken heart. Perhaps facing your problem instead of running away will prove to be the solution to your anguish?

Word count: 1166

[the characters featured in this story do not belong to me]

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He gazed at them as they danced under the night veiled sky, they were illuminated by the moon which loomed overhead. She twirled and moved as seamlessly as a needle diving into silk. She had pealed away from his embrace only to waltz into the outstretched arms belonging to his best friend. As though moving from one dance partner to the next. The girl's hair was a river of sunlight, coiled back to sway between her shoulderblades. A beauteous smile curled onto her radiant face. She was positively glowing as her gaze melted into the deep brown eyes of the captain of the guard. It had once been him who she had danced with, he recalled with a somber sigh. Those jubilant smiles had once been reserved for him.

But now it was he who stood on the side lines. It was now he who watched on, his heart a woeful pile of shattered glass.

Dorian reluctantly tore his gaze away from Celeana and Chaol, to Nehemia who bestowed him with a tight, yet reassuring nod. "I think it's time you let them venture off on a journey of their own" She mused, offering him a sad smile. He let out another long sigh before pressing his lips into a thin line. He pivoted away from the balcony, away from the two lovers who had discovered solace in each other's arms.

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Your heart resembled a persistent drum, pounding feverishly as you neared the Glass Palace which overlooked the bustling city of Adarlan. The chill breeze did little to soothe your nerves as you strode in, nodding your thanks to the guards stationed at the palace entrance.

Quite some time had passed since you last plodded through the extravagant hallways of the Palace. Bile rose to your throat as memories you had frantically attempted to staunch began to resurface, spilling out of you like blood from a fresh wound. Every crevice reeked of recollections, of sleepless nights spent curled up beside the Crown Prince, both of you lost in a gripping novel, of hours spent plodding through the palace gardens. Truth is, you had decided to travel through the lands in hopes of forgetting the unrequited love you had suffered through within the Glass Palace walls. You vividly recalled the gorgeous golden haired assassin who had sauntered into your life and had stolen the heart of the Crown Prince. Of Dorian.

A tranquil melody reverberated down the winding corridor, resonating from where you presumed was the ostentatious ballroom. That could only mean one thing, yet another party being hosted by the infamous King of Adarlan. Organised primarily to bestow his son with courting options. If only the King had known that his beloved son had his gaze set on the prized champion. A sigh escapes your lips as you near the chambers you had once occupied- before you had fled. You curse yourself for having done so. For despite traversing kingdoms far and wide, you had not found the necessary ingredients to mend that gaping hole in your heart.

"Y/n?" A voice from behind you rasps, provoking a flinch out of you. You pivot on your heel, your gaze colliding with the bewitching sapphire blue eyes of the Crown Prince. Surprise marred his features. Surprise and a patent sense of relief. "I- you're back".

A smile blooms on your face, resembling a beauteous flower which blossoms under the kiss of spring. "I am". Your eyes hungrily gobble up his features, as though shaped by the gods themselves.

He takes a step closer, hesitant. His gaze refusing to leave you, as though he were afraid that if he did look away, you would vanish. Guilt embeds itself within you at that. You had vanished. You had left without a parting word.

"Do you- not have a ball to attend?" You ask, referring to the symphony resonating from the ballroom. He lets out a long sigh, casting a sideways glance towards the source of the tunes. "I'm actually in the process of running away from my persistent suitors". A sheepish grin stretches across his face. "Do you fancy escaping with me?" He asks. Heat rushes to your face as you gaze at him, your Crown Prince. A wave of nostalgia hits you with an unspeakable force, pulling you into the sea of sorrow. You are struck by the familiarity of it. "We could go to my chambers?" You suggest, tilting your head in the direction of your old rooms.

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"Did you find it?" He asks, leaning against the doorframe, his crown askew. You look up, eyebrows quirked upwards. "Find what?" You ask, scanning through the leather bound journals that had been piled upon your four poster bed. You were seated beside this lovely stack, your slippered feet buried in the floccose rug which provided a reprieve from the otherwise cold wooden floors. "What you were looking for" Dorian muses, cocking his head to the side, the gesture akin to a dog.

You pause, gaze snapping back to him. You had fled, hoping to fill that empty void Dorian had once occupied. Somewhere along your friendship, you had fallen hopelessly in love with him. You had been selfish to have expected him to return these feelings. But you had foolishly clung onto an unwise hope that he did. That was until you had walked in on him, his lips pressed against Celeana's. You shut away the memory.

"No" you reply, turning away from him, attempting to conceal the look of pure, undiluted anguish that conquered your face.

Dorian pushes away from the doorframe, aiming towards the bed which he reaches in four powerful strides. "You never told me what it was that you were searching for" He states, settling down beside you.

"It doesn't matter anymore- it was foolish" you respond, brushing off the question. Your fingers effluer the spine of one of the books, a deep burnished brown. You pull it out, feeling yourself fall deeper into that pit of despair as your eyes glean the title. A song for those who weep. One of the many novels Dorian had read to you, before you had parted.

The prince peers over your shoulder, acutely aware of how your shoulders had caved in. The moment feels oddly intimate, his breath fanning your ear and neck. "I seem to have forgotten that tale, would you mind refreshing my memory?" He asks, his tone teasing as his grin broadens. Your breathing turns shallow as you desperately try to hide the heat which had rushed to your face. You push away, rising from where you had been seated. You take a steadying breath before turning back to face him.

"I could summarise it for you- but perhaps a better option would be for us to read it again" you muse, quirking an eyebrow at his amused expression. "We could meet in the library, and this time- I'll be the one reading".

His answering smile is nothing short of devious. "I've missed you".

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writinginstardust · 5 years

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Bed Rest

Pairing: Dorian Havilliard x reader

Warnings: Sickness?

A/N: Fictober day 28, prompt “Enough. I heard enough.” I was going to write this as something real angsty but then I got sick and fortunately or unfortunately, depending how you see it, turned it into a sick fic out of deep-rooted need.

Word Count: 785

“(Y/N), why are you out of bed?” Dorian asked, looking up from his desk when I walked into his study.

“It’s midmoring. Why wouldn’t I be?” I tried to be nonchalant but it was hard when I was struggling to stand upright. I was adamantly refusing to admit that I might be sick though. If I didn’t acknowledge it, maybe it would just go away.

“Because you look like you might collapse at any second maybe?” He levelled me with a stern look that I pointedly ignored. We had too much work to do for me to be ill.

“I’m fine,” I said as I shuffled over to my own desk and sat down. My traitorous body however, chose that exact moment to have a coughing fit. Dorian looked unimpressed when I finally stopped. He sighed and got up, walking over and sitting on the edge of my desk. A hand raised and pressed against my forehead. It was cool and soothing and I had to fight the urge to lean into the touch. Dorian’s frown deepened.

“Fine, huh? You’re burning up. You need to go back to bed.”

“It’s nothing. I can still do work. I don’t need to be on bed rest.”

“So you know better than the doctor then?” Even through his concern, Dorian was clearly annoyed at me for not staying in bed like I’d been told. I hadn’t realised he’d known a doctor came to see me this morning.

“...how much of that did you hear?”

“Enough.” He glared at me. “I heard enough to know that you should under no circumstances be out of bed. So tell me again why you are?” I didn’t have a single answer he’d like so I said nothing. “That’s what I thought. Come on, I’m taking you back.” He stood and held out his hand to me, his face making it clear there was no room to argue. I took it and stood, head going fuzzy at the motion. Dorian caught me around the waist when I swayed a bit and concern finally won out over his disapproval.

The walk back to our room felt like forever but Dorian’s arm around me was warm and steady and I already felt a bit better just being this close to him. He helped me change when we finally arrived and asked a maid to have tea sent up . I crawled into bed and watched as Dorian kicked off his shoes and joined me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“What does it look like?”

“You don’t have to stay here with me.”

“And how do I know that you’ll stay put if I don’t?” He teased. “I’m going to look after you for today since I don’t have anything truly important to attend to.”

“You really don’t have to,” I tried to protest. I appreciated it but I didn’t want to be an inconvenience.

“I want to.” He leaned down to kiss my forehead and a weak smile slipped onto my face. I snuggled into his side when he sat up again, breathing him in and relishing in the warmth he provided. It was making me sleepy and Dorian noticed. “Go to sleep darling,” he whispered.

“Okay,” I said around a yawn and it didn’t take long before the darkness drew me in.

I wasn’t any better when I woke up later that day, or the next day, or the one after that. It took almost a week for me to recover from whatever was making me so sick and Dorian stayed with me through it all. Several times I tried to convince him to go after overhearing Chaol telling him the Lords and advisors were demanding he get back to running the kingdom and come to their meetings, but he still refused. I didn’t particularly want him to leave anyway so I didn’t argue the point with any real effort and Dorian just laughed at my quickly abandoned, half-hearted attempts. I was almost disappointed when I finally recovered. A week with Dorian all to myself and in which we didn’t have to leave our bed was rather nice. Apart from the sickness at least.

“We can always pretend to be unwell from time to time you know?” Dorian said when I mentioned it. “No one would need to know.”

“That’s not a very kingly thing to do,” I scolded though it was ruined somewhat by a grin.

“I don’t particularly care, do you?” His lips found mine before I replied, giving me a very good reason to agree with him.

“No. I don’t think I do.” He smirked and kissed me again. We decided to pretend I was sick just one more day.

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