#hello princeling

[lady-embers]

"Hello Princeling"

"Hello Witchling"

🎨 Hachandraws

Dorian is the ultimate Shadow Daddy & Manon is 👸

Also, they remind me a bit of Azriel and Gwyn 💙

[shadowhandss60]

If I had a nickle for every side ship I fell for where one is a traumatized princeling who was abused by their father and the other a “heartless” witch with a soft spot for them, and both parties are kin slayers, I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened twice, right?

[packetofsuga]

Manon Blackbeak

[stardustandpuremagic]

AHHHH I NEED MANORIAN FLUFF😭😭

does anyone have really all-time favorite good recs? 🥺

[venusandromedadjarin]

As I was working on wigs today, a thought crossed my mind about a modern Manon and Dorian so here’s a little side story of that.

Dorian came home late one night, after meeting the Cadre for drinks, to find Manon reading in the arm chair they’d recently fought about keeping. She fought him tooth and nail, quite literally, about keeping it because it was “too comfortable to be rid of.” He watched her from the door way, quiet and content since she hadn’t noticed him yet. A smile danced across his lips as he took in the fact that she was wearing that stupid, ironic shirt he bought her.

She fought him tooth and nail about that, too, claiming it was an idiotic idea to write “be nice” on a t-shirt because people would wear it even if they were horrible. Dorian had digressed, admitting she’d probably been right, but seeing her wearing it made him happy anyway.

He cleared his throat, causing her gaze to slowly lift to his. A smirk played on her lips, her golden eyes twinkling in the low light of their living room.

Dorian uncrossed his arms, stalking towards her with the gait of a predator locking in on the creature it wanted to devour, “Hello witchling.”

Manon’s breath caught, as it always did when he called her that, and slowly closed the book, readying for him to pounce.

“Hello princeling.”

[kingandfireheart]

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[fatedophelias]

- The man closest to the king didn't bother glancing around. His sapphire eyes went right to Manon, and stayed there. He would have been beautiful were it not for the dark collar around his throat and the utter coldness in his perfect face. He smiled at Manon as though he knew the taste of her blood

- Sarah J Maas, Queen Of Shadows

[princess-of-riviaa]

Friends + Benefits + A Broom Closet

Summary: The uncontrollable Celaena Sardothien is driving Dorian Havilliard up a wall during her trials to become the King’s Champion. You’re his favorite form of stress relief.

Author’s note: This takes place during Throne of Glass. You and Dorian have a mutual agreement to be friends with benefits and he takes a lot more than he gives while Celaena is in town. Also, I know Chaol is the one with the thing for broom closets (throws a sexy smirk to Crown of Midnight) but I love that scene so much that I was inspired to write this scene for my crown prince.

Warnings: choking kink, friends with benefits, rough sex, slight dom!dorian if you look really hard

so Celaena has been up to mischief

i mean she always is but more so as of late, ever since the first mysterious murder of one of the assassins in the castle, just because she’ll lose her mind if she doesn’t pull some fun pranks

and Dorian can’t handle the stress of the seemingly-random killings, the whole situation with Celaena and him and Chaol (a love triangle with his best friend is the last thing he’s interested in), and the fact that his mother keeps trying to set him up with every eligible dame in the entire kingdom

so he’s been taking it out on you

and, well, you won’t complain about it

The Crown Prince knows his way around a woman’s body, and he lets you spend the night after usually, which you love because his bed is a million times comfier than yours

and you know that every time he fucks you he’s just wishing you were Celaena but you don’t care because

you’re using him as much as he’s using you

and you’ll never turn down a good fuck, especially with the crown prince

but on one day in particular

on the week of the yule ball

he’s had enough

you run into each other in the hallway of the glass castle

and there’s a look in his eyes that would make most people run, but it just makes your toes curl and your stomach knot

because you know exactly what he’s thinking, the very thing he needs

and that’s you

before you say anything to him he pushes both of you into the closest closet

and normally you’d say no to being fucked in a broom closet, because there’s gotta be a thousand and one different kind of germs in here

plus the smell

but his eyes are so dark and his movements so fast that you can’t even think of complaining before he has you pressed against the wall and his mouth is crashing against yours

his tongue pushes past your lips easily and fights against your own tongue for dominance

you can feel the heat radiating off of him

something’s got him wound up and you have no idea what, but you can’t help but smile at the fact that you’re the one reaping the benefits from it

he rips open your dress and you gasp in surprise, and then his hands are kneading your breasts and you’re gasping in pleasure instead

you keep your eyes shut as he moves his mouth to your breast and sucks hard on your nipple while he pinches your other nipple with his hand

your reach down to his pants and you smirk as you feel his hard-on already straining and ready for you, just from the sounds of your moans alone

he nudges your knees apart with his leg

only then do you realize how tightly you’d been squeezing your legs together, the pressure building inside of you, and the familiar ache for him to fill you rushes through your entire body

he moves his thigh up and down between your legs applying much needed pressure to your pussy and you moan

you rub him harder over his pants, loving the feeling of him growing in your hand, loving the thought of his cock warming your insides

“shit” he breathes against your chest

with your other hand you run your hands through his hair and pull his mouth back to yours

he kisses you hard and desperate and sloppy

and you can tell that he needs to be inside of you

“fuck me dorian,” you whisper against his mouth

and then he pulls back from you, your groan of protest barely falling from your mouth before he spins you around and lifts up the bottom of your dress

you can hear the sound of him rushing to untie his pants

and then his cock is pressing against your pussy and you spread your legs for him to fit inside of you

normally he liked to tease you

rub the tip of his cock between your folds until you’re begging for him to fuck you

but right now he’s too fired up to wait

he wets his cock with the wetness dripping between your legs

he enters you without any warning

and it hurts for the first few seconds, but you bask in the feeling and gain pleasure from it

you release a moan just as he does and you know he loves watching the sweet pain he puts you through

he pumps into you at a slow pace

“dorian” you whimper

he grips your hip in one hand to help him thrust into you better

with his other hand he grips your throat and pulls your back against his chest

he begins thrusting into you harder, faster

you cry out as he hits your g-spot and the sounds you make just encourage him to fuck you harder

“you’re always so wet for me, baby” he says into your ear

his mouth brushes across your earlobe and that simple touch is enough to make your walls squeeze even tighter around his cock

he groans in surprise and pleasure, right into your ear

his hand grips your throat tighter as he continues to fuck you from behind

you can feel your orgasm building

normally you two try to see how long you can fuck before losing control and going over the edge

you consider it a game of who can make the other cum first

and yes, he knows every spot to touch you to make you come undone

but you know how to please him just as good

so in that game you two are pretty much tied

but right now you can feel yourself slipping and you don’t want him to stop, you want to chase your orgasm

he can feel your walls tightening around him

he knows your close, so fucking close

and with the hand that was gripping your hip, he begins to rub your clit in fast circles

your moans turns to cries and you shut your eyes as you come around his cock

he continues to fuck you fast and hard

but he only thrusts into you a few more times before he comes inside of you

you let out a soft moan

you love the feeling of him coming inside of you

claiming you as his

“feel better?” you ask as he slowly pulls out of you

“Only because I won this round” you can hear the smirk in his voice, but you don’t care

that was the best quickie you’d ever had

you turned to look at him and thought of how he would’ve much rather taken Celaena in here if she’d been willing

and your chest tightens with jealousy

and then panic as you realize

oh shit

you have feelings for Dorian