I said I was gonna do it at some point. All under the cut. Minors, please leave.
Man-at-arms/Barristan - 4.8 inches, also he has trouble getting hard. That being said, it's thicker than it is long, and he knows how to use it when he can get it hard (just don't let him blow out his hip while topping).
Houndmaster/William - 6.3 inches, uncircumcised. Gets an ego boost from comparing cocks with others and being the bigger one. He likes fighting for who gets to be the top and losing. For being dominant everywhere else in life, he likes being a sub in bed.
Bounty hunter/Tardif - 8.5 inches. He's a shower, too. Sometimes you can see his dick print and it swings around while walking, but if he catches you staring, enjoy a swift decapitation (this isn't an innuendo, he will actually chop your head off with his axe). He jerks it with both hands when alone. He doesn't like sharing pleasures of the flesh. Acespec representation!
Abomination/Bigby - 4.6 inches and not that thick. In beast mode it's 9.6. But he's too busy being full of rage and despair to enjoy the extra length and girth. We're lucky he was cursed to be a beast of anger instead of horny.
Crusader/Reynauld - 5 inches and also circumcised. Couldn't please his (ex-)wife with it. But Dismas likes how it tastes. But then he has to pray his sins away for his crime of oozing his seed for non-reproduction purposes. Also he locks it in a chastity cage. Dismas recommended it under the guise of it being good for his spiritual journey. How sly of him. He just wants to see his partner locked up.
Flagellant/Damian - Formerly 5.5 inches and thick but he's null now because he removed his genitals to show his allegiance to his religion.
Highwayman/Dismas - 5.6 inches with a notable curve to the right. Reynauld is aroused by it but won't shut up about how sinful it is to enjoy himself and that he's gonna have to recite the scripture right after he comes (I like to headcanon Reynauld as having moral OCD--makes sense for his kleptomania and fear of punishment from his religion, could apply elsewhere too).
Jester/Sarmenti - 5.1 inches. I don't know what else to say. I rarely sexualize him because I'm always like "jester like from Balatro". I don't think he likes sexualizing himself either. I think this is why Sarmenti and Baldwin ship goes so well. Their (lack of) sex is so compatible.
Leper/Baldwin - 6.4 inches. He can't use it though because it's crusted over in leprosy damage. It's painful to make it hard and stimulate it. His pain tolerance is high but this exceeds his threshold by a lot so he never does it anymore.
Occultist/Alhazred - None. He is transmasculine and through an occult ritual, he made a deal with an otherworldly entity to affirm his gender. He now has a personal tentacle he can use (extends up to 3 ft). It can also be wet unlike the other eldritch tentacles and can be used in many ways. Darkest Dungeon Tentacle Porn.
Yeah yeah yeah king ordering his knight to get on his knees and pulling rank and ordering him around blah blah blah
King pulling rank in order to spoil and worship his dear knight. Demanding his presence after a battle or tournament, gently removing the armor, piece by piece. Achingly slow. Knight insisting that he has a squire for such a thing. But it's been a long day. So the king puts his knight on his plush bed, shushing any further protests.
Any other feedists think pyjamas are underrated clothes to stuff someone/get stuffed in? (Especially if youāre like me and get really sleepy afterward.)
my fellow voice kink enjoyers: please tell me what specific vocal things you find hotāaccents, vocal qualities or patterns, types of sounds, spoken words or phrases, anything. the more specific or niche the better. I am always fascinated to hear what other people enjoy in this realm of things
That's it baby, you just keep eating for me. No no, don't worry about how big you're getting. Just keep eating, it tastes so good right? I'll help you with the last few bites don't worry, you just focus on your breathing and open that pretty mouth of yours for me. You're getting too fat? What do you mean sweetie, you look underfed! You haven't lost control of your weight! You just handed control over to me, and now I get to choose just how fat you'll be. And let me tell you, you are nowhere near fat enough yet. So let's stop wasting your energy complaining and instead use your mouth for what it's for:eating. There's still so much food you have to eat for me today.
Frothing at the mouth due to Dio x werewolf reader fic asdfgjkkll
Could we, by chance, get more?
Wolf! Reader going through a rut of sort and Dio deciding to muzzle and chain us up then tease us instead of letting us mount him. It's a shame the chains are weaker than Dio thought against horny wolf who wants his master more than air at the moment...
(Not to mention the potential for wolf! Reader abd Vanilla Ice to fuck fight for Dios attention!)
dio brando, werewolf male reader... vanilla ice, ww male reader
cw. breeding.,,,. blood mentions. dio degrading. knotting... 'mutt/good dog - lord dio'... hatefucking w vanilla ice ?!
how could he? during your most sensitive time where you need your lover...?!?!!
pulling at the collar around your neck, growling, snarling like a true rabid animal... thrown into a rut, and thrown into iron restraints like you were a beast! not too far off the mark,,, but it still hurts your feelings! it's kinda on you. you really thought he'd give in immediately, given your situation. the overwhelming urge to fuck. to make love. to feel your vampiric god of a lover from the inside and stay there ... whining and whimpering, aching for the touch of your lover...
ć ”"that's a good dog. marvel at your master's body..." dio finds you humorous... torturing you with playing with himself, spreading himself and showing off his hole right in front of you on his extravagant bed. taunting!!
"how's this, mutt? don't you like what you see?" laughing to himself, not allowing himself to utter a moan... playing with himself just for the sake of mocking you. ,,,
thinking, no, no, no,o, dio please,,,, whining incoherent, clawing against the restraints - how could he do this to you? holy fuck it hurts. hurts so good,,, that aching stinging feeling of your needy fat cock being denied. not being stimulated by something hot and wet - and dio is right there... right there, so pretty. blond hair ruffled,, looking flushed and sweaty.,,, thick thighs with a thin layer of sweat, glossy looking.
you didn't even realize you broke free at first... too busy marveling. hadn't realized you were throwing yourself at him. until he yelps out in surprise, clearly amused. Tch
dumb idiot you... your instincts take over at the pitiful sound,,, dio, ohh lord dio,,, you're right inbetween his legs throwing him on his back.,,, slotting inbetween his muscular thighs, groping him and touching him all over. ,,,
is that fear in his narrowed crimson eyes? maybe. this is what he gets, right? hurting you, he gets hurt in return... but maybe not... you could never scare lord dio, could you? no, never... he could always overpower you. superspeed, could claw your neck... but he doesn't.
"nasty dog..." he growls, reaching up and grabbing you by the nape, digging his nails into your skin - sure to make you bleed as your tip pierces him, "just couldn't wait, hm? to be that desperate for me..." makes him feel some kind of way. he sighs shakily, feeling full on your thick length ,,, "pitiful thing..." he drawls, yanking you down to roughly press his puckered lips against yours, marveling as you give into him so easily, parting your lips obediently. lord dio taking the chance and biting down on your bottom lip in retaliation,,,
grabbing him by the jaw and forcing him away, nearly pausing at your actions - how could you touch him such a way-?! but the way he cries out... youve never heard such a noise... it's incredible. dio whining and clawing at the sheets as you try and reach deeper inside, wanting to be as close as possible. tonguing the roof of his mouth, remnants of your blood on his tongue making his brain fuzzy...
have you gone too far? you haven't... he isn't complaining, he's crying out for you. grabbing at your arms for leverage, throwing his head back and baring his neck you'd like to snap your teeth on...
fog clearing in your mind the tiniest bit... "mh-mm' sorry, l-lord dio..." but are you? are you really... you don't seem all that apologetic, hounding on him, groping him, gone rabid...,,, not thinking of the possible consequences, dumb from the pleasure and the way he's moaning so breathless, rhythmically with the movement of your hips. dio, dio, dio...
"... g-good dog, good dog... moremoremore-" digging his nails into your skin, arching his back. he likes it - he loves it. you give him more.
groping at his squishy fat pecs, imagining milk spilling through your fingers, sucking at the imaginary source, dio's moans heaven - thoughts of stuffing him with your kids, making him grow pups inside his tummy - filling your mind and making you fucking stupid and growl like a dumb ol dog... getpregnantgetpregnantgetpreg-
knotting him?ć ”knotting him. head dizzy at the thought of your seed buried so deep inside him, knowing it can't take... but the thought is still enticing, isn't it?!! remnants seeping down the vampire's ass and onto the sheets, ,,, licking his neck,, mumbling apologies - even if it was his fault you reacted the way you did...! future ideas in mind to torture you even more?
"you could never please him the way i do, get it in your thick fucking skull!" you knock at his forehead, and he slaps your hand away, glaring at you. "lord dio would never let a disgusting creature like you inside his glorious body..." hey, that's insulting to dio, isn't it?! considering he has...! you fume, glaring nasty at him... planning to show him just where to stick all that hatred he has for you.
ć ”"hey now... not so whiny now, are you?!?" grabbing a fistful of his long, pretty brown hair in your fist, yanking his head to look at you. glossy eyed, drooling, "disgusting... fucking cock..." he spat, squirming to inch down... clearly in denial...
also... showing off your dick. showing off the green lipstick ring around the base, vanilla gagging to try n taste dios leftover taste. Something...
more trans man tops. more trans men being called daddy. more trans men gym rats. more phalloplasties. more diy hrt. more high protein diets. more body hair, more muscle mass, more boxy clothing. more dick pumping. more trans men in leather. more trans men being animalistic and sadistic and dirty and mean during sex. more het t4t porn.
me: yeah i'll finish off this ale, what's the worst that could happen?
me, 10 minutes later with a quill and ink: "Dear Your Royal Highness, I think about my knighting ceremony every day because I miss being on my knees in front of you while dedicating myself to your service. Please do it again. XOXO, your most obedient servant and goodest boy"
Being a knight in a medieval castle ruled by a queen with with only one daughter. As a result, the princess is pretty spoiled, always receiving gifts from princes, eating fancy banquets nightly and generally living in medieval luxury.
I don't think much of her, thinking she's a brat, until I'm assigned to be her personal protector. It's what I expected at first, she's demanding and bossy. But soon I start to learn her secrets. For one she's not interested in any of the princes trying to court her, on account of her liking girls. I see her looking at me all the time, longingly, even making a point of coming down to watch me train which she never did before. But then I find out what she dose when the queens away...
She calls me into her quarters, red faced. She says she can't close her corset and needs my help. I see her newly forming belly hanging from the bottom of the half tied corset. I smile, gently pushing her gut up into the garment and pull it in tying the corset, hearing her sharp intake of breath. She thanks me but I can tell she looks uncomfortable.
"Getting a little small isn't it, Princess?" I mutter as she gasps.
"How dare you! You oaf, you won't speak to me like that!" She screams.
I ignore her. "Only natural, given how much you've been feasting lately. I've been bringing extra deserts up to you room every night this week."
"You're calling me fat?" She asked offended.
"Yes." I reply. She gasps again going to berate me. "But you could be fatter. You're a princess for gods sake. Start eating like one..."
She frowns huffing. "Why don't you make me."
Day off tomorrow, might have to spend it writing medieval fat yuri š„“
Any name suggestions for knight and princess, send an ask ;)
it's Christmas, don't forget to call your loyal knight to your chambers after the festivities to reward him for his good service all year long. get on your royal knees for him, get on all fours and let him take you from behind like a dog in heat, serve him. You've both been waiting all year for this. he will protest that it is beneath you, to allow him to debase you in this way, but he knows how badly you want it, how you yearn for any excuse to give yourself to him, and he'll forget any objections once he has you crying under him
yeah innocent prince x sleazy knight is great and all but what about the vow of chastity knights have to take? thinking about a knight thats all put together and polite, who shames himself in private for the perverted way he thinks about the prince. prince who sneaks out of the castle to go to disgusting pubs and spend the night at strangers houses. the knight has to mask his jealousy with concern for the safety of his prince, trying not to pin him against the wall when he sees the dark hickies littering his neck. prince who looks at the knight like he's gonna eat him alive, teasing him with lingering touches and revealing blouses. calling the knight to his chambers late at night just to get him even more worked up, wondering how long he can keep up his honorable persona before he cracks.
it was one of those days when you just felt horrible for no reason in particular. you were trying your best, your really were, but your insecurities catch up to you every now and then. no matter how much you try to study, get the best grades, work tirelessly each day, it doesn't feel enough. you run a hand down your face, letting out an exhausted sigh. sometimes doing the basic tasks of your daily life feels like the hardest chore of all. brushing teeth, eating, showering, getting out of bed. even being on your phone feels pointless. your mind runs in circles, making you feel even more worn out.
you let your thoughts wander about how lazy and unproductive you are when you hear the front door of the apartment opening. it's tom, returning home from filming one of his videos. setting his bag on the couch, he walks up to you, noticing your tired expression.
"hey, dear, are you alright?"
you stay silent, just gazing into his light green eyes for a moment before it all comes crashing down. you ramble on about how useless and tired you feel, about your brain being mean to you, and tom listens without a word, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder as you pour your heart out. once you're finished, you let out a shaky breath. tom brings you into his arms, giving you a warm, tight hug that you very much needed, rubbing your back. you cling onto him, arms wrapped tightly around his waist, feeling the soft material of his red t-shirt underneath your hand. his body is so warm and he smells like laundry detergent.
"you're not useless. you're trying your best and i'm so bloody proud of you. please don't say that about yourself, okay? you're doing great."
all you can do is nod, not wanting to let go just yet. he strokes your hair for a little while, a soothing touch that manages to calm your racing thoughts.
"thank you."
"i'm not the best at comforting people, but i try my best." he lets out a soft chuckle, something he does whenever he's flustered.
"i appreciate everything you do, tom. you manage to make me feel better even on the worst of days."
"let's be lazy today, alright? i have a script to write and i'll be off filming tomorrow as well, but i want to spend time with you. do you wanna order some takeout? we could take a walk as well, if that helps you clear your thoughts a little."
Fully agree on that #want that man ass up opinion. I just don't see him topping anyone, he's just not... built for that.
I do think it is very much in the realm of possibilities that when you make a gentle fist in his hair as you have him #ass up and ask him whether he is your slutty little bitch he will say "fuck yeah I am" in that exasperated voice he does whenever he is like... almost angry with himself but really into it.
Are you seeing my vision?
most of the thirst asks we get here usually just make me laugh but a good 20% of them actually flusters me. and this one belongs in that latter category so yeah congratulations, i am in fact seeing the vision. and its beautiful.
