⚜️Prince Dorian de Stellis✨

Let only the stars bear witness to thy lips on mine. early 20s | they/he | Transmasc | TM4TM | AuDHD Minors DNI‼️‼️‼️

[but-a-licentious-prince]

✨Intro Time✨

Good day to my friends, foes, and nonbinary hoes!!

And a bad day to any minors on my blog

(Okay not a bad day but seriously you need to leave 🫵🏻)

You need to have your age in your bio/intro pin to interact!! I will be checking. Minors and ageless blogs get blocked, sorry not sorry 🤷🏻‍♂️

My Throne for anyone that wishes to spoil a prince~

This blog used to be run by an OC, but now I just do what I want. You may refer to me as Your Highness, “my liege,” or Prince Dorian.

My pfp is me and I got my header off pinterest (and I hope to fuck it’s not ai)

I made a sideblog for ooc posting, it’s literally just called @ooc-posting My other sideblog is for regular degular ooc hornyposting @kitty-prince-requires-boops

As for myself, I’m still relatively new to tumblr so I might makes some etiquette mistakes, please forgive me 🙏🏻

I’m in my early twenties, transmasc they/he, AuDHD, a switch and a vers (sub/bottom leaning), Prince (obv 💅🏻), and apologies to the lovely ladies of the realm but my heart seeks only the company of men. And would you believe I’m a virgin? Lmao

Not only are you allowed to send sexual asks and flirt with me, I encourage it! It might take me a couple days (or weeks) to respond, but it’s nothing personal against you! Also do keep in mind that I can be pretty shy depending on how in-character I am so my responses might not be lengthy (this is something I’m working on)

Ideal: • praise(!!) • call me a good boy • refer to my nethers as a cock or dick • anal • light exhibition • voice kink • breeding (no mpreg (of me)) • mild size difference (pspsps large knights!) • biting and scratching (ask about any other pain play) • neck kissing + hands on throat (no choking) •

Acceptable: • light cnc • overstim • light degradation • somnophilia (after established connection) • light blood play (like minor battle wounds or bloody lip/nose)

Unacceptable (no hate, just not for me): • front hole mention/activity • piss • scat • vomit • rape play • incest • age play • race play • feet • calling me puppy • referring to my nethers as pussy/clit/anything feminine • pregnancy/eggs • religious play

How to refer to my body: chest/pecs, dick/cock, hole/entrance/ass

Original posts tagged with: #sayeth I ⚜️

Responding to asks tagged with: #answereth I ⚜️

Pics tagged with: #royal portrait ⚜️

Original art: #princely drawing ⚜️

Ooc posts: #ooc post

Prince Dorian de Stellis lore: #oc lore this will be inaccurate!! I’ve changed a lot about Dorian since writing those!

Taken anons: 🐶, 🐑, ⚪️

Fare thee well

- Crown Prince Dorian de Stellis ⚜️

[knights-hand]

Why does everyone seem to think I'm a danger to squires? I've never been anything but nice to them.

[normal-horoscopes]

Its weird for me to think that dolphins existed at the same time as queens and knights and shit like that. I feel like dolphins were invented in the 80s by crystal shops to sell porcelain statues to divorced women

[churchofpossum]

Hold on Let go (Somebody on Bluesky did not see the smut in this at first so maybe I can sneak it in here...)

[your-evil-adviser]

Why is everybody I'm seeing recently just entirely helpless in the face of the barest morsel of positive reinforcement?

Please learn to question the motives of those you have contact with. Protect yourself from those who would seek to use you.

[your-evil-adviser]

I begin to think we may need to invest in a therapist.

[basicbascinet]

We need to investigate a way to make attendance mandatory.

[knights-hand]

.... how would you enforce that without hunting anyone down?

[basicbascinet]

You seem to have a sort of fixation on hunting people. Maybe something to talk about with the therapist.

[knights-hand]

And if I refuse?

[basicbascinet]

Letter to your liege describing your behavioural issues in detail, backed by evidence that this will lead to bad outcomes for you and those around you.

[knights-hand]

My behavior is not causing anyone any issues. You personally finding it off putting is not my problem.

My liege is quite fond of my behavior, actually

[josnaket]

the proudest deer ever

[but-a-licentious-prince]

@borrowed-blade

[inmyskin2002-deactivated2025082]

being mutuals isn’t enough we need to eat breakfast in the garden together

[winterstellars]

"losing" your virginity to your sworn sword but it doesn't count because he's your protector... you're just giving your virginity to him so he can keep it safe... he's not giving it back though

[mediaeval-muse]

Fish with arms i guess

[borrowed-blade]

((follow-up to this post))

The denied knight has waited long enough.

Those who have been watching him suffer agree. Two full weeks without orgasm is a long time. Especially when you’re being teased relentlessly.

They join him for a drink first, noting his downcast eyes, his tense shoulders, the way his voice is quieter than usual. He’s nervous, they know. It’s okay. He still wants this, he’s made it explicitly clear. They all do, and they have all night.

His fellow knight is the first to make a move, guiding him to the bed and lying down beside him. They suggest he begin by touching himself. Not there, just anywhere, beginning the sensations, bring the blood to the surface. A slide here, a grab there, a slap or two for good measure. They speak softly but with confidence, giving the denied knight something to focus on, giving easy direction. A knight knows obedience intimately.

Touches growing bolder, layers being shed, garments tossed aside to the floor. Try this oil, rub it on yourself. Get comfortable touching. The denied knight’s eyes are closed, his cheeks burning, trying not to think about the other voyeurs. Royal ears straining to hear the knight’s shaky breaths. The sharp eyes of his captain tracking every slip of the knight's fingers through his folds. Just focus on this, his bedmate murmurs, focus on the sensations. Relax. We all want this. You’re safe.

The denied knight’s brother-in-arms hasn’t stopped mirroring the movements, their own hand between their legs, their instructions taking on a breathy quality as they pleasure themselves. Does that feel good? Relax your thighs, just feel. Go ahead and moan, you don’t have to hide it.

He has to close his eyes before he can let himself be vocal, but once he starts, it’s like the first stone slipping down the mountainside, the beginnings of the avalanche. Sighs escape his lips, then gasps, and a moan when he feels his bedmate’s free hand cup his cheek, tilting his face towards them, guiding him to meet their eye. He finds his own desperation mirrored there, and it doesn’t take much longer for him to breathe his comrade’s name, a please not far behind.

The other knight understands and is quick to replace his fingers with theirs, slick mixing between the denied knight’s legs. Their touch is skilled and gentle, and it isn’t long before the denied knight is arching into their hand, head thrown back as his long-awaited release races towards him.

He covers his mouth with his hand when he comes, only barely smothering his cries, dimly aware of the sensation of lips pressing kisses to his forehead as his bedmate’s fingers slow down. Gods, listen to you, whispered in his ear. You sound so sweet for us. That’s it, good, so good.

The knight’s orgasm finishes gently, the touch at his centre careful to guide him back down to earth, continuous praise breathed against his cheek. He catches his breath, body limp, and manages to sigh a thank-you to the knight at his side. His bedmate’s touch retreats after a moment, once the knight is sufficiently boneless, and returns to their own arousal, touching almost lazily.

The denied knight could almost drift off to sleep, so relaxed and fuzzy, but then someone hums a chuckle, and he’s reminded of their audience. Fresh colour blooms to his cheeks as he makes hazy eye-contact with his Prince, who offers him a smirk.

One, the Prince says.

[borrowed-blade]

The denied knight still flushes a little, but is notably more relaxed when his bedmate offers the invitation to the room. Who wants him next?

When his Prince rises from his chair, still mostly clothed but for the unbuttoning of his silk shirt, the knight feels himself twitch with anticipation. The attention of his Prince never fails to get him going, and with the pleasant mix of arousal and endorphins in his stomach, he can't help whining your Highness as the man approaches.

Ready for me, my love? The Prince settles himself on his stomach, propped up on his elbows between the knight's legs, and the bed dips from the other side of it as the captain also joins them, but his attention is on the knight's bedmate, who hasn't stopped touching themselves and is beginning to breathe heavily. The denied knight thinks for a moment that he wants to join with his captain in pleasuring his comrade, thanking them properly, but then he feels the Prince's slender fingers trace lightly down the insides of his thighs, and all other thoughts flee his mind.

The Prince takes a moment to follow his fingers with his mouth, pressing kisses along the tender skin, and the knight's tdick twitches with each kiss closer. He watches the Prince's face, the way his brow has furrowed slightly in focus, the quick glimpse of his tongue when he soothes over a nibble he's left on the knight's thigh. He's still wearing his crown. The knight wonders if he's planning on keeping it there.

When the knight gasps from a particularly long and teasing kiss, so close to his centre that his Highness can almost certainly feel his wetness, the Prince presses the knight's legs open just a little, and locks his gaze on the knight's before lowering his mouth to lick long and firm over the knight's aching folds. He doesn't waste any more time, taking the knight's cock in his mouth and teasing with his tongue - gods, that tongue. The Prince will one day rule the kingdom with that tongue. Possibly raze other kingdoms with it. It has the power to build and destroy, and right now it's devoted entirely to the knight's pleasure. Building him and destroying him.

The knight is breathless in mere minutes, fingers twitching to reach down and bury themselves in his Highness's hair, but the crown is still there, albeit slightly askew now, and he hasn't been given explicit permission, the Prince's mouth being too busy for such trivialities. Instead, the knight fists one hand in his own hair, scratching at his own scalp, and the other goes to curl around the edge of the mattress, knuckles white and as tense as the rest of him as he endures the pleasure. He had forgotten how sensitive he would be so soon after the first orgasm, and if the Prince were going any faster, the knight would already have finished again.

A moan from beside him draws the knight's attention hazily back over to the others. The captain has the other knight kneeling, back to chest, while he reaches around and pumps the knight's cock in his hand. The other knight is squirming, rutting into the touch, obviously not enough but certainly sufficient to have them making noise, chasing more. But even as the captain strokes the knight, even as their moans float on the air, both of them are watching the denied knight, watching their Prince take him apart. The captain is wordless, but the other knight keeps murmuring praise as they watch. Just look at him arching. Gods, he sounds so close already, he must be so sensitive.

Then the Prince digs his fingers into the knight's thighs and does something absolutely sinful with his tongue, and the denied knight gasps sharply. My Prince, he whines, words hardly more than a breath, I won't last if you keep doing that.

And far be it from him to give his Prince orders, but the man seems to take it as such, because he does it again, keeps doing it, offers no differentiation besides his own moan around the knight's throbbing cock, and the knight is arching practically off the bed as the pleasure builds with almost alarming haste. Please, can I come, my Prince, please, please, can I -

The knight doesn't hear if his Prince grants permission, not even finishing his request before the orgasm grips him in a vice and holds him there, ripping through him like a lightning bolt and he nearly screams with the intensity of it. His stomach aches with the way it tightens and clenches, and his throat is ragged with his cries. The Prince holds him there a little longer than his fellow knight did, drawing out the pleasure until the knight collapses back to the bedsheets, one last broken moan of his Prince's title falling from his tongue.

Distantly, the knight can hear his bedmate speaking almost reverently. Fuck, he finished so fast, so beautiful. Even the captain offers a hum that sounds like agreement, and their voices sink into the knight's bones as he comes down. He thinks he might love this.

His Prince's hair tickles the knight's thighs when his Highness finally raises his head, swiping his tongue over his lips to collect the knight's taste and grinning with satisfaction. Two, he says with a wink.

[bloodstainedgauntlet]

need more knights that can’t watch others fighting due to their aversion to witnessing violence and the ways they can feel the blows echo through their own body instead. and then hear their royal’s command and fight like all the holy fires of hell unleashed on the battlefield with the battlelight glowing in their eyes

[spaghettihell]

Reblog to hug prev

Please

[bloodstainedgauntlet]

captain of the guard fucking a knight for the first time and murmuring biiiig stretch under his breath as he enters him for the first time. in exactly the same tone as when he whispers that’s it when the knight disarms him on the training ground. do you see the vision

[fruityprinceling]

@knights-hand

[but-a-licentious-prince]

@knights-hand

[knights-hand]

Your royal highnesses, if you wish to watch me train my knights you need only to ask. I have several suitable candidates for a session such as this, I could have it arranged at your whim. Unless you have someone particular in mind, of course.

[borrowed-blade]

Need to kneel today.

Could be for my Prince, head bowed in deference, eyes unworthy to meet his. Could be for my captain, my knees already accustomed to taking this position before him. Could be for my jester, my eyes fixed on their leggings, on the bells at the ends of their slippers.

Whoever I kneel for, I’m not asking for much. No need to tease, not today. Instead I ask for assistance in removing my helmet, in uncovering my head. I don’t need anything else to be bared. I don’t need your body. I just want your hands.

Warm, steady palms cupping my chin and my cheek. Deft fingers pushing my hair back from my eyes. Nails scratching lightly at my scalp. Just enough to ground me, to make me certain that we’re both here. That we’re both right where we want to be.

Perhaps a hushed reminder that I’ve pleased you. An assurance that my affections do not fall on deaf ears. That you are happy to care for me like this, you aren’t doing it out of necessity. Perhaps this would be nice, if it’s not too much to hope for.

Let me go quiet in your hands.

[borrowed-blade]

((follow-up to this post))

The denied knight has waited long enough.

Those who have been watching him suffer agree. Two full weeks without orgasm is a long time. Especially when you’re being teased relentlessly.

They join him for a drink first, noting his downcast eyes, his tense shoulders, the way his voice is quieter than usual. He’s nervous, they know. It’s okay. He still wants this, he’s made it explicitly clear. They all do, and they have all night.

His fellow knight is the first to make a move, guiding him to the bed and lying down beside him. They suggest he begin by touching himself. Not there, just anywhere, beginning the sensations, bring the blood to the surface. A slide here, a grab there, a slap or two for good measure. They speak softly but with confidence, giving the denied knight something to focus on, giving easy direction. A knight knows obedience intimately.

Touches growing bolder, layers being shed, garments tossed aside to the floor. Try this oil, rub it on yourself. Get comfortable touching. The denied knight’s eyes are closed, his cheeks burning, trying not to think about the other voyeurs. Royal ears straining to hear the knight’s shaky breaths. The sharp eyes of his captain tracking every slip of the knight's fingers through his folds. Just focus on this, his bedmate murmurs, focus on the sensations. Relax. We all want this. You’re safe.

The denied knight’s brother-in-arms hasn’t stopped mirroring the movements, their own hand between their legs, their instructions taking on a breathy quality as they pleasure themselves. Does that feel good? Relax your thighs, just feel. Go ahead and moan, you don’t have to hide it.

He has to close his eyes before he can let himself be vocal, but once he starts, it’s like the first stone slipping down the mountainside, the beginnings of the avalanche. Sighs escape his lips, then gasps, and a moan when he feels his bedmate’s free hand cup his cheek, tilting his face towards them, guiding him to meet their eye. He finds his own desperation mirrored there, and it doesn’t take much longer for him to breathe his comrade’s name, a please not far behind.

The other knight understands and is quick to replace his fingers with theirs, slick mixing between the denied knight’s legs. Their touch is skilled and gentle, and it isn’t long before the denied knight is arching into their hand, head thrown back as his long-awaited release races towards him.

He covers his mouth with his hand when he comes, only barely smothering his cries, dimly aware of the sensation of lips pressing kisses to his forehead as his bedmate’s fingers slow down. Gods, listen to you, whispered in his ear. You sound so sweet for us. That’s it, good, so good.

The knight’s orgasm finishes gently, the touch at his centre careful to guide him back down to earth, continuous praise breathed against his cheek. He catches his breath, body limp, and manages to sigh a thank-you to the knight at his side. His bedmate’s touch retreats after a moment, once the knight is sufficiently boneless, and returns to their own arousal, touching almost lazily.

The denied knight could almost drift off to sleep, so relaxed and fuzzy, but then someone hums a chuckle, and he’s reminded of their audience. Fresh colour blooms to his cheeks as he makes hazy eye-contact with his Prince, who offers him a smirk.

One, the Prince says.

[but-a-licentious-prince]

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

Now some people might disagree with me about this, but do you remember when Maleficent turned that raven into a man in the live-action movie? Yeah that was hot. That transformation was hot, sorry not sorry *shrug*

[basicbascinet]

IM MAPPING THIS SHIT OUT

[basicbascinet]

THE INSANITY GROWS

[basicbascinet]

Shit I forgot Gray, they are in the polycule too, right?

[basicbascinet]

Highlights:

Liz banging EVERYONE

Helm Mx Red Flag

Polycule at the center could be a pentagram to summon the gay devils but I'm not cleaning that up now

[aquaticsong]

Oh my fucking god

I was trying to get to sleep you guys

I am whisper screaming at 1am