aedion:
mask: the “Wolf of the North,” brutal general who never loses a battle for Adarlan
reality: the battles are staged, the deaths are faked, and the soldiers literally get up afterward and go home
rhysand:
mask: feared ruler of the Court of Nightmares who routinely terrorizes, tortures, and sexually humiliates people to maintain control
reality:
…he does all of that.
he just feels bad about it sometimes.
and also he’s very nice to a small, hidden city of people who means he’s actually a good guy, promise.
the difference is not “morality,” it’s material harm.
aedion's mask is a lie. the violence he's known for does not actually happen.
rhysand’s “mask” is just… branding.
the narrative keeps insisting that his cruelty is an act, but then:
– the torture still happens
– the victims still exist
– the trauma is still real
– the power imbalance is still enforced
“he’s pretending to be awful” only works if the awfulness isn’t real.
you do not get moral credit for being secretly kind to Velaris while knowingly ruling a court built on terror and exploitation. that’s not a mask; that’s compartmentalization.
aedion takes on a reputation so others don’t have to suffer.
rhysand maintains a reputation by making sure people do suffer and then asks the reader to applaud him because he has an inner monologue about how hard it is.
that’s not depth.
that’s just doing the bad thing and insisting it counts as character complexity.
summary: These are my headcanons for how the ToG males would be as Daddy doms, based on my ACOTAR and CC posts! Featuring: Rowan, Dorian, Chaol, Aedion, Lorcan and some bonus Ren
word count: about 400 for each character mini fic, but 2,000 total
author's note: To my utter surprise, my acotar daddy dom post has over 400 likes and is my most liked post on my entire account. I was so afraid to receive backlash when I posted that and now I realize just how dirty everyone else is too lmaooo.
{Tags: use of daddy, use of other sweet nicknames, eating out, aftercare, sensory play, phantom hands, possessive behavior, threesome, blowjob, sharing partner, size kink, riding, no prep}
⊹ Masterlist ⊹
Rowan | Aftercare
Rowan absolutely is the daddy dom that lays down the law about aftercare. Not just after sex, but for everything. He loves a feisty girl, and loves working out all her energy in the bedroom or in the training ring, but he doesn’t tolerate the attitude afterwards.
He’s the type to pull out all the scented oils (iykyk) and thoroughly massage his sub after a long day of sparring, or to run a bath with the sub's favorite scented bubble tincture. He loves pushing boundaries and seeing how far he can take things, but recovery is even more important to him.
“Unghhh…”
“I know, baby.”
“Ggghhh.”
“Shhh, I know.” Rowan’s warm, tough hands pressed deep into your muscle as he massaged your sore calves. The bathhouse was empty, thank the gods, because the noises of pain and pleasure falling from your lips were downright embarrassing.
“You’re pressing too hard, ah-”
His lips twitched upward at your whiny voice, but he didn’t stop. In fact, it felt like he pressed harder. “I said hush, you have a muscle knot and you’ll be extra cranky tomorrow if I don’t loosen it.”
You took a deep breath as he gripped your calf, pulling in the scent of snow and pine as he readjusted his grip from where he knelt in the waist-deep water. A low groan leapt from your throat as the knot finally loosened to a dull ache.
“You did so good out there today, you know. I didn’t go easy on you.”
No, he didn’t. The cuts and bruises on your arms said as much. He grinned, teeth as white as his hair flashing in the dim light. “Fuck you.”
He tsked softly, moving closer and spreading your thighs. “That’s not any way to speak to your Daddy. Not when I’m trying to help you.”
“I’m sore.”
“And crabby, just as I thought,” he added. “But maybe I can fix that…” He chuckled at your squeak as he lifted you by the hips, setting your wet, naked body on the edge of the bathing pool. His face slid between your thighs, kissing up the tender skin until his lips traced the seam of your cunt. “Relax, baby.”
His kisses turned to licks, coaxing your legs further apart until you listened. He rewarded you with a gentle suck to your clit. Your pussy fluttered and clenched, begging for more.
“This isn’t gonna relax me at all, only make me tighter.”
“Did you want me to stop, then?”
He smirked as your voice grew shy. “No…”
Dorian | Sensory Play
After accepting his magic and facing plenty of time to heal himself, I think Dorian would delight in finding ways to use his magic in ways that aren’t destructive. He spent a long time under the power of the Valg, which completely ruined his sense of control and his self perception that he could be good.
Being a dom, specifically a daddy dom, allows him to take back control while also taking care of someone else. He would love being needed and relied on. After the relationship develops, he brings up trying out his magic, and that becomes a good emotional outlet and a wonderful avenue to explore kinks.
“You know your safeword, right?”
“Yes,” you said with a little huff, but a reassuring smile. This was only the fifth time he was asking you. “It’s Damaris.”
“You know I have to ask.”
“I know, Daddy, it’s okay.”
“Good.” He nodded to himself before looping a silky red blindfold around the back of your hair, carefully putting it in place over your eyes.
The room went completely quiet, seconds of nothing but pure dark. Goosebumps raced up your arms in anticipation.
Soft, phantom fingers slid up your thighs, and you gasped. Hands, but not ones made of flesh and blood. They were as thin and silky as a shadow, and yet solid. They disappeared for a moment, only to return with their touch to your breasts. They cupped the soft mounds, squeezing gently as another set appeared to tug at your nipples.
You couldn’t count now, how many were there, holding you to the bed, cupping your now slick pussy. They traced over your entrance, teasing you with only a single knuckle as others pressed into your mouth, quieting you.
Dorian’s laugh echoed from somewhere in the corner of the room. “You’re in for a long night, my darling.”
Chaol | Escort
Chaol only knows one thing, which is to keep what he loves extremely close. Being a dom is one of his favorite things since it is an easy excuse to be hella possessive and protective over his partner. If someone even looks at them funny he’s sizing them up.
He would absolutely hate going out to events and seeing people ogle his sub, thinking they can look at what’s his. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, it's that he doesn’t trust people around you. Luckily, you don’t mind feeling his hands on you everywhere you go.
“I’m thirsty, I’ll be right back.”
Chaol stiffened, but gave you a nod. Immediately his eyes were on watch, darting like an eagle through the sea of revelers. He was intent on separating the guests into predators and prey, determined to keep the former away from you. “Be quick.”
You didn’t bother picking up the skirts of your dress, knowing you’d need both hands free to hold tall flutes of champagne, one for yourself, and one for Chaol. As you leaned over the table to look for the bubbliest glasses, a hand slid up your back.
“Oh hi- hello…” It wasn’t Chaol. Any excitement in your voice faded out into uncertainty as a masked stranger leaned closer.
“Enjoying the evening?”
“Yes… I always enjoy visiting Terrasen, such lavish parties. And don’t get me started on the decor, do you think the gold is real? It’s so shiny-” you prattled on with a nervous smile, doing everything you could to ignore the way the stranger was moving ever closer.
“Thank you for the drink, my love,” a deep voice cut in, filling you with relief. “My wife is such a talker, isn’t she?”
You smiled brightly at the disgruntled stranger, even as you stepped on Chaol’s toes for the comment. “Ah-hah, yes. I lost myself in that thought,” you agreed.
“Oh, sounds like the next song is starting,” without another word Chaol was dragging you from the buffet table and brushing his lips against your ear. “Did he touch you?”
“Well, in a way, yes… but-”
His hand was already resting on the pommel of his sword, his jaw tight and his gaze boring into the figure.
“It’s okay, he didn’t hurt me…”
“Then perhaps I will make his death a quick one.”
“Daddy…”
Instantly Chaol was looking back at you, features softening at the pretty sound of your voice using his favorite name. “Alright, let’s just dance then. Show him that you're mine. And then later, I’ll show you again.”
Aedion | Threeway
Whoo hoo for SJM’s only canon bi character! I do believe Aedion would be a switch, but we’re here to talk about his dominant side today. I think Aedion would have no issues sharing his sub with another male, as long as he’s reassured that at the end of the day he’s the only one you want to share your life with.
He’s down to get dirty, knowing that being shared by two big strong men is one of your biggest fantasies. And hell, if it's a male he’s attracted to as well, then its even more fun for everyone. He would tease you about all your dirty thoughts and fully wreck you with the help of a friend.
“Slower, she likes it when you trace little circles and make her beg for it.”
“Aedion,” you whined as Ren Allsbrook, the male currently between your legs, gentled his pace. “Ah- fuck you.”
“Soon enough you will,” Aedion cooed, watching intently as your pussy grew slick. “I wonder which end I should take? My darling girl’s sweet mouth, or her even sweeter cunt… Have you a preference, Ren?”
The dark haired male lifted his face from where he had been lavishing your clit with soft kisses. “She’s yours, I’d be honored to ruin either.”
“That’s right,” Aedion said, a dark glint in his eye as he moved closer, pulling your head into his lap. “I get her pussy all I want, so perhaps I’ll give you a turn while I warm her mouth.” His rough fingers combed through your hair, brushing it back from your face as you obediently traced your tongue up his shaft. “Beg for me, darling.”
Ren paused his licks and sucks to watch, looking amused. It made your cheeks flush even redder. “Please.”
“Not like that, you can do better. Show our friend how good you are.”
“Please, Daddy…”
“That’s it, good girl,” he praised, cupping your face as he fisted his cock and slid it into your mouth. He turned his attention back to the other male. “And you, why don’t you show her a good time?”
Lorcan | Size Difference
A reminder that he is canonically over 7ft tall. Lorcan’s favorite thing is flaunting how much bigger he is than you. It doesn’t matter how tall you are, to him you’re just a tiny, useless little thing. He adores using your slow walking speed as an excuse to just pick you up and carry you around with him until you stop squirming.
Most of the time, he’s a gentle giant, acting like a tough guy until he’s cuddling you in bed. But if you call him daddy? All bets are off. If he’s feeling generous, he might prepare you a little, holding you over his lap and fingering you open. Most of the time, he sees fucking you raw as payback for getting him riled up.
“Come here, tiny”
“That’s not very nice,” you huffed, watching as he leaned back in a plush, fire-side armchair. He was the very picture of cocky, anticipating your complete needy obedience.
Well not today. “No,” you answered, crossing your arms.
“No?” The smug grin didn’t leave his face but he looked somehow more interested now. You had broken a pretty astonishing record of submission to him.
Maybe it was stress, mood swings, or just a sudden whim, but Lorcan didn’t deserve an easy fuck tonight. “No.”
He sat up a little straighter. “Come here.”
He cocked a brow at the way you bit your lip, spinning on a heel to race out the door to the den. A single creak echoed from the chair. Your only warning.
Near instantly Lorcan had you by the waist, lifting you up until your feet dangled above the ground. “Put me downnnn.”
“No whining. You’re gonna ride Daddy like a good girl,” he said sternly, sitting you in his lap and bunching your skirt up at your hips.
He practically ripped the front of his trousers in his haste to set you down on his cock, one powerful thrust pushing him home as he dropped you down on his lap.
“Ah-“
He smirked at the little cry from your lips as you wiggled, trying to slick up his cock to ease the feeling of the stretch. “Who’s fault is this?”
“Ah- mine…”
He stilled your movements, using his grip to force you down further. He wouldn’t stop until your cunt had swallowed him whole. “That’s right. Naughty girls don't get prep from Daddy. Go on now, take it like I know you can.”
Just read somewhere that the thirteen sacrificed themselves for Manon but Aelin’s entire court was willing to sacrifice her and I’m repeating this again- WITHOUT LETTING HER SEE HER HOME- (of course our Rowan and Fenrys are exception to it all!)
Another moment that makes me wonder what would’ve been Sam’s reaction to it all- 😭
The amount of people I STILL see saying the Throne of Glass series takes place over a year is BAFFLING. Did we read the same books?
Celaena ages up in Assassins Blade (believed to be 16 turning 17)
She spends a YEAR in Endovier (17 to 18)
She ages up in Heir of Fire (18 to 19)
She is almost to her next birthday by the end of Kingdom of Ash (almost 20)
For the love of god, take the context clues I beg 😫 some aren’t even clues, it is blatantly stated! Aelin starts the series at 16, and is almost 20 by KoA
Point is - it was not and never has been over a year timespan, give or take juggling the official age
