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Welcome to my NSFW blog!

Who I am: Watchknight, 25 years old, Western European, trans male (he/him). I'm a historical reenactor, HEMA fencer and occasional leatherworker and sewist. Mutuals can ask for my main blog.

My sexuality: Bisexual on the asexual spectrum. The asexuality component is essentially that my libido is often low or non-existent. I align as a submissive-leaning switch and occasionally a service top.

What to expect here: All sorts of History, uniform, armour and other clothing-based kinks. Masked people. Monsterfucking. Religion kink. Bondage. Primal. Occasional nudity. I have other kinks but they'll star less frequently. Ask to tag.

The rules: Absolutely NO minor. You MUST be 18+ to hang around here. - Anon asks are welcome, feel free to tease and flirt. - Hate will be deleted and blocked without a response. - Not all my kinks are listed, please feel free to ask. - I'm alright with any kind of the usual terms around my anatomy.

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mikeybooch

I feel like by now we've all seen the medieval marginalia of nuns diligently picking phalluses from a tree. These illustrations were drawn by 14th century artist Jeanne de Montbaston who worked alongside her husband Richard. To the best of my knowledge, there is no clear reason for the inclusion of these illustrations, but perhaps there was some contextual evidence that was lost to time.

In any case, I decided to illustrate these industrious ladies in my own style amidst a flurry of medieval inspired phallic references and symbols of virility and fecundity. By my estimation, there are about 130 phalluses in this picture.

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starbound-mutt

I need to be some virgin priest object of desire, obsession even. I'm not even doing anything to tempt him, no flirtatious words, no immodest clothing, barely interacting during church and never seeing him outside of a worship context but somehow my very being has driven him mad with lust and possession. Eventually to a point where he pulls me into a study room to have a one-on-one chat, nothing serious, he just has a few questions but he locks the door once we're inside. It's not long after he has me pinned against the wall using his body weight, a hand over my mouth and another trembling hand feeling at my body. His hot breath in my ear as he sputters out apologizes that quickly turn into scoldings as if I had purposely tainted his thoughts with sinful images of my body against his. How I have tempted him into sin and that I must have been sent to be his downfall. He gropes my body roughly, much too eager and much too consumed with every sin he's committing. Only once he finds himself tugging down at my pants does he finally pray for forgiveness, trying to atone for his weakness, asking the lord for strength as he runs his fingers around my cock in exploratory touches. I can't help but release a few muffled moans in between my pleads to be left alone. Trying to squeeze my legs tight as his fingers find my hole, wet and warm and empty. The groan as he slips a couple in, almost teasing in the way he feels around.

#hierophilia

rolswiss

strange-private-fantasies

Someone’s at the front door. Maybe a friend, family member, neighbor, whatever. They ask if you’re okay, because they haven’t heard from you in awhile and just wanted to check on you to make sure nothing bad has happened

You’re pressed against the other side. There’s a monster with you, huge and strong and pinning you to the door. Its cock is buried balls deep inside of you, so big that it bulges out your abdomen, visibly throbbing from the outside. Your belly is red and swollen from gallons of thick, hot monster cum. The monster moves its hips, its cock stirring up your insides. It’s been using you for days on end, so long that you can’t remember what it feels like to be empty.

You tell the visitor that you’re fine. It’s just that you’ve gotten really busy or something. Any excuse to make them stop worrying and decide to leave. It’s a struggle to keep yourself from moaning and crying as you talk. Maybe you could be saved if you asked for help. But you don’t know what the monster will do to you or the visitor if they find out.

And so, the visitor leaves. You return to your gasping, screaming, and moaning as you’re ravaged by the monster’s cock. It thrusts in hard, pumping extra seed into your already overstuffed womb. It roughly grabs your swollen belly, making you squeal as the cum loudly sloshes inside you and it begins thrusting its hips again. Who knows how much longer this’ll go on for?