I know we're not at autumn yet but (Realized)Dorian/Reader hc's for the season.
☆ The cool air is always so nice for walks, even if you two have to throw on a jacket or what have you. Dorian will hold your hand as you two simply enjoy the air and the different colored trees as they lose their leaves for winter. If there's a bit of a breeze, Dorian will hold you a little closer to him to keep you warm.
☆ This man will spend time learning how to bake a pumpkin pie or just any pie you enjoy (caramel apple pie. Oh, I want it.) He'll make sure that you get it while it's still warm but firm as well, maybe even feed it to you just to add to the cuteness.
☆ Dorian stays in bed a little longer in the mornings to keep you warm and to cuddle with you. He knows that cold autumn morning air will seep in and make you shiver.
☆ Oddly enjoys collecting leaves because of how pretty all the different colors are. It's more amusing if you stick them in his hair. He'll give you a stern look but can't keep it up for long. It's honestly adorable.
☆ Since stores love to pack candy for Halloween then that is the perfect time for Dorian to stock up on whatever you enjoy. Sometimes he'll catch you eating out of the bowl that you two will set out and give you that look™️ although he won't go beyond that.
☆ Awful at pumpkin carving but still enjoys doing it all the same. Also enjoys baking the pumpkin seeds to eat with you.
☆ Will spend time drinking coffee and simply enjoying the mornings out on the patio. Dorian does this more frequently than he'd care to admit, but he enjoys the simplicity of being human.
Tags: Top!Reader, Bottom!Dorian, Dorian wears lingerie, a bit of force Fem for the door, pegging.
Summary: After coming from work - exhausted and fatigued - you are pleasantly surprised by a sultry little secret that Dorian had been trying to keep from you. Not that you could complain about other ex-door's exploration with new human things. You were more than happy to indulge him.
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Fic under the cut.
Work was such a drag today, always the same thing day in and day out. The only good highlight of your day was that of your husband, Dorian. A man who was once a door and now walked as human; flesh, blood, and bone. You could never make any sense of how those glasses had worked, but did that really matter? You never thought so as Dorian wasn't confined down to being a door, he could actually touch you now. It was freeing, feeling hands against your skin, lips along your own, and being able to actually reach out and touch him. You thought that sleeping with him in the same bed was the best thing ever. God above, you didn't even know the last time you had loved someone so deeply.
The drive home was decently short with the sun setting in your rear-view mirror. Finally, you met with the driveway and parked in the garage, eager to go inside and relax with Dorian. You had luckily got off of work early and figured you'd surprise your husband as it wasn't often you had moments like these. That surprised look was always so worth seeing, how he'd take you into his arms and kiss you all silly. It was proof of how Dorian's steely, stern composure always fell away with you. You climbed out of the car and shut the door, going to the front door, opening it and walking in. You shut it behind you while toeing out of your shoes, afterwards placing them more properly on the mat. Dorian wasn't in the living room so you went upstairs. Maybe he took an early night.
Each step creaked with your weight put upon it as you ascended up, using the railing to support yourself. You met with the hallway before opening the bedroom door.
"Hey Dorian, I—" you were surprised by the sight you saw, not Dorian this time.
Your husband was sitting on the bed, nothing too out of the ordinary except that he was wearing a full set of black lingerie, garter belt and all. The lace black stockings hugged his thighs and calves perfectly, being held up by a garter belt around his waist. The black panties he wore did very little to hide the obvious bulge he was supporting, while the bra he wore barely contained his sculpted, hairy pectorals. In the simplest sense of any word, he looked like a pretty slut. You swallowed thickly, clearly caught off guard but not adverse to what you were seeing. Dorian's face had flushed, and he nervously laughed, grabbing the blanket to cover himself.
"Hi… I thought you weren't going to be home for another hour, love?" Dorian tried sounding normal but the nervous waver remained.
"I was let off early," you said and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind yourself. "I see you've been busy, hope I wasn't interrupting anything."
"I, well, maybe," Dorian's tone shifted into more of a mumble.
"Maybe?" You teased as you walked over to where he was, gently grabbing the blanket. He barely even had a grip on it, allowing you to pull it off of him, almost as if he wanted you to see him. "No heels?" You asked as you glanced at his feet.
Dorian looked up at you. "Not yet. I've been waiting on them to come in."
"You still look pretty. I'm impressed you've been hiding this."
"It's taken a lot to."
Your eyes met with Dorian's before looking at the closet. You went over to it and dragged the sliding door open. Why ruin this opportunity when you had the perfect advantage? He was so pretty, so mouth-watering, and all that was perfect. There wasn't any way in hell that you would give up in taking a man as beautiful and handsome as him. Dorian nervously sat there as you rummaged through the closet, knowing you were looking for the strap-on and the toy he loved so much. Your husband was so pretty with how he laid there with the feminine clothing barely able to contain his large form, practically spilling out the edges and seams. Once you retrieved what you needed, you put the toy, lube, and strap on the bed. The need to strip out of work clothes and into something more comfortable was an aching one - not outweighing the need for Dorian, though.
You stripped down before rummaging through the dresser, pulling out more comfortable wear but remained shirtless. Afterward, you slipped the strap onto yourself and adjusted it as it had a habit of loosening in the closet. The toy had been resting in a silk bag, clean and untouched for a while. You pulled it out and attached it to the o-ring at the midsection of the strap, ensuring it'd stay. Dorian looked at you as you stood at the foot of the bed and practically crawled across the mattress to meet you. God, he couldn't help himself one bit when you looked like this, a dominating force over him. Dorian's lips wrapped around the head of the silicone cock, engulfing more as he eagerly began to suck on it. With every motion, there had been a phantom sensation that came with it, almost as if you could feel that mouth suck and pulling slightly at a dick that wasn't there. It still aroused you nonetheless.
Dorian moaned around the toy as he couldn't help himself a single bit, knowing there wasn't any way that you could be overstimulated. He slurped and eventually began to gag on the fake cock, pulling back with strings of saliva connecting his mouth to the tip due to the excess that lingered at the back of his throat. Dorian smiled up at you and dragged his tongue from the base at the underside all the way to the tip before kissing it. You rubbed his head and those eyes flutter for a moment at the sweet attention which only egged you onto giving more to Dorian.
"I need you, darling," Dorian whispered, those puppy dog eyes looking up at you.
"I know. Did you prep or do I need to prepare you?" You asked while caressing his beard, feeling a bit drench from saliva.
"Best I have is a plug in. Maybe a little wouldn't hurt," he kissed the palm of your hand.
"Okay, turn around."
The sight of your husband on all fours and presenting himself to you had only sent you more into an aroused state. You gently pulled his hips back, a whine coming from his throat when the silicone dick pressed against his inner thigh, barely grazing the covered bulge. You pulled the black panties down just enough to see that a gold jeweled plug nested in his ass. With two fingers, you hooked them at the flared base and gave it a teasing tug to which Dorian mewled with pleasure. His back arched to present more of his ass to you, begging for anything more than simple teases. You complied, knowing that this man was already being driven up a wall by wearing the lingerie. It only took a singular swift motion to removed the plug, his asshole gaping around nothing but leaking lube.
There was the thought of simply putting it in and fucking Dorian into the mattress as punishment for keeping this such a sweet secret, but you opted to savor this above all else instead. The lube bottle was cracked open and you poured a generous amount to one palm, using the man's hip to click it shut. With one hand, you spread Dorian open and with the other, you slathered his stretched asshole with the cool liquid. He hissed in response, arching up and rearing back on instinct. His face pressed against the pillow already with hands clutching at the soft, fluffy white. You were on cloud nine with every mewled and gentle moan drawn from Dorian's lips as your slick fingers finally dipped into his awaiting hole. It was an easy fit despite it being a while since you topped the other man. You had concluded, other than the plug, your your husband had been gradually working himself up over the past week or two for this. It made your heart flutter that he'd be so considerate to plan out something as kinky as this - hadn't been the first time lingerie was spoken about.
"Ah, fuck," Dorian let out a harsh breath, face pressing more into the solace of the pillow. "Feels fucking good," he mumbled, voice muffled.
You swore you saw the flush creep up along the tips of Dorian's ears as you continued to work your fingers in and out. That classic squelching sound accompanied it, some excess lube even dripped down along his taint and soaked the panties he wore. Luckily, it was beginning to warm up which only helped Dorian relax even further. He relaxed and slowly breathed out, letting the tension ease out. The last thing he needed was to think too hard and put strain on himself as he took you; he waited long enough as is. Regardless, it wasn't much longer until you withdrew your finger, Dorian's hole mourning the loss by clenching around nothing. Meanwhile, you grabbed the lube once more and poured out a clear line along the top of the silicone cock. The cap clicked shut and you stroked yourself to warm it up. As amusing as it'd be to witness Dorian whined and complain about the coldness, you wanted him to enjoy this. He did deserve it all, even if he was a bit of a bad boy for this secrecy.
With warmed lube along your gorgeous toy cock, you grabbed Dorian's ass and simply admired what he wore for a moment. The panties shifted subtly with every throb and twitch of his cock, barely able to contain the leaking hardness under the thin fabric. You slid the toy between Dorian's asscheek, the panties being on top, and squeezed his ass together while grinding against him. That phantom sensation returned, feeling a little stronger with how the harness rubbed perfectly on your t-dick through your pants. It ached so damn good. Dorian kept trying to angle himself to let the tip catch and sink but no dice on that. You knew better than to be oblivious to that as he did it every time you wanted to play tease. He whined and whimpered in protest, growing more firm in his motions. You slapped his ass and earned a sharp yelp of surprise and pain, a muttered apology following after.
This control was everything to you. It felt so right and so damn good. Although, it wasn't something you could always indulge in but for tonight, you certainly wouldn't let up a single bit. You adjusted your kneed position, massaging and caressing Dorian ass while still grinding between his ass and the thin, silky fabric. Finally, you notched the tip and pressed in, feeling Dorian's hole already suck in more of the toy. You knew he was desperate but didn't think so to this high of a degree.
"Give me more. I can handle it," your husband pleaded, panting slightly.
"It's been a while. I don't want to overdo it," you expressed concern.
"Love," Dorian's breathing shuddered as he looked back at you. "I have been fucking myself for the past week. I. Insist."
There was no more protest from you as your hips snapped, witnessing the surprised look on Dorian's face. Those pretty brown eyes blew wide, a gasp leaving pretty pink lips, and some more hair falling along his forehead with the thrust forward. You bottomed out successfully before pulling back and giving him another hard thrust. A moan erupted from Dorian's throat this time, elated at the feeling of you doing him in while he looked so pretty. There was nothing more you loved than reducing your handsome husband down to a whiny, moaning mess, and he loved being under you so, so much.
The pace steadily picked up speed, nothing too harsh other than the occasional harsh thrust to draw more pretty sounds out. Dorian eventually began to move back on you, making the sound of skin slapping bounce off of the walls with how loud it was. It melded with his heavy breaths and honey-dipped moans, fabric shuffling as the bedsheets shifted about. As you continued with your thrusts, you reached around and massaged Dorian's aching bulge through the silk fabric, feeling as it had dampened from the precum that wept at the tip, begging for your undivided attention. You could only spare it some as you were more focused on fucking this submissive man into the mattress - some part of you wishing that frame would break. Regardless, with every squeeze and motion of moving his hard cock, you earned a gorgeous sound from Dorian.
"You'll make me cum quick if you keep that up," he moved more firmly back on you, grinding up into your palm with every motion forward.
"That's the plan isn't it?" You asked, panting yourself from the exhaustion that this always brought. You could keep up, though.
"God, yes. Of course," Dorian moaned. "Make me cum. I've been a good boy, sir. Please."
"A good boy?" You mused. "I don't know. You did hide this from me."
"Then a good girl. I'm your good girl, sir."
That certainly threw you off guard, but by God, was it so arousing. You thrusted faster into Dorian, leaning over him.
"You want to be my good girl?" You asked.
"Your good girl, yeah," he moaned. "I even got dressed up for you, love."
"And you're so fucking pretty, sweetheart."
"All dolled up for you, sir."
The simple endearment almost made Dorian melt right into the bed but he held on for a moment. His body began to betray him, shaking and trembling as the heat of his impending orgasm bubbled along his lower stomach and the base of his spine. You could tell with how frantic your husband was becoming, almost shoving you back with how fast and hard he moved back on you.
"I'm your good girl!" Dorian continuously repeated, tone only getting higher and louder.
This was until a squeal left him as you thrust forward, striking his prostate and forcing the orgasm out. You felt cum spurt out from his cock, hot and sticky, managing to drip through the fabric and coat your hand in a mess of white. Dorian's asshole clenched around your toy cock, trying to keep you in for possibly another round but you didn't have it in you. Simply put, you were still exhausted from work. With a simple motion of your hips pulling back, you withdrew and Dorian whined at the loss. His body gave way and dropped to the bed, out of energy and breath. You unclasped the harness and threw it to the bedroom floor, swearing you'd deal with it later - the lube was also knocked off onto the floor. With a gentle, soothing touch, you rubbed at Dorian's back, fingers following the curves and dips of the defined muscles and the major one of the spine. As for your other hand, you licked it clean.
"You okay?" You asked.
Dorian nodded. "Yeah. I haven't came that hard in a long while. Making me feel so good like always."
Realized Dorian and "toys" (also mutual self-loving stuff)... gonna write more below that lovely cut.
Being a human is such an intriguing feel for Dorian, vastly different from the sturdy, still origins of wood nailed down by metal screws and hinges with having an accompanying doorknob. He likes that he can move about better and *actually* feel you without those pesky glasses in the way.
In becoming human, he also discovers new and interesting feelings. He finds using his hand on himself to be a bore some days, even though the main thought he gets off to is the fact it's yours. So you introduce the idea of some toys, a fleshlight, or two and recommending that even Ben-Hwa could help explain the proper way to use it, clean it, etc. You can see Dorian is open-minded to the idea and indulges in it.
When the first time comes around for Dorian to use it, you help give him a visual example, moving the toy up and down on him so he can understand. He feels so sensitive around it, but it feels amazing (not as good as you, he argues, but it makes for a fine substitute). God, Dorian looks so hot moving that silicone on himself, the lube making it squelch. He whines about how you should indulge in yourself, too, and you gladly do. Dorian *loves* to watch you. He always has, all the way back to being your doors.
★ Realized isn't exactly used to the whole human thing yet. It's rather uncomfortable yet intriguing as there's new sensations he can feel. Front is more than willing to help him learn more about simple pleasures, be it food, experiences, or even pleasure.
★ Front is tense almost 24/7. He's a professional man and it often times stresses him out - Realized is better at handling it and often massages Front to calm him down let him loosen up.
★Realized LOVES to take Front's hat and put it on. He doesn't mock him but points out how cute his disheveled hair is sometimes, even roughs it up, much to displeasement.
★ Front is caught sleeping while standing upright some days. Realized will gently shake him awake, concerned and lightly scolding him (like a married couple would). Front insists that he's fine, but Realized guides him to bed or to the couch to sleep properly, even if it's a little bit. Realized will caress and soothe all his worries away.
