Sireld

Knight Posting Armor Nerd 18+ Only

[sireld]

Sireld. 30. He/Him.

These posts draw from my personal experiences as a competitor and the interpersonal/sexual nature I've explored in one-on-one situations with my partner, who is a decorated historical armored combatant. Or, 'Knight.'

This blog is dedicated to the fantasy of the loyal knight/royalty, squire/knight, jester/knight, etc, and the power dynamics in those relationships, both historical and fanciful. The nerdiness stems from my real-world experience and knowledge as an armored combat competitor, or 'knight,' as many of us describe it.

I do have combat experience though admittedly, not much. I find my role as squire for my fiance much more fulfilling. My partner and I are both competitors, therefore we are each other's squire at times during tournaments and practices. Upon squiring for him for the first time I realized that there is a unique relationship, not necessarily sexual in nature, but an exchange in power that I found deeply amusing.

I like writing these little snippets to shine light on my modern day experiences with that power dynamic, specifically with my partner. As well as giving it a high fantasy or historical twist to emphasize that sexually charged romance I share with my own knight, of which many of us find appealing.

To be clear: these are fantasies shared about my partner only. These fantasies do NOT apply to any other real world scenario with team mates and the like. This is not 'real person fan fic,' about people I interact with outside of my relationship. If you think you know me outside of this blog: you absolutely do not.

I'm happy to answer any questions. Please stay respectful.

[of-magpies-and-murders]

Made with this wonderful art by @juunipupu, with the text inspired by this post

[royally-loved]

trans knight fucking his trans prince on the hilt of his sword > anything else

[greenprase-art]

i'm an armor understander. a cheek kiss hatch is essential

[boucicaut]

[knightclubbing]

a knight's true talent is being able to say "my liege" in 47 different emotional affects

[sir-big-bass-knight-of-ur-mum]

Accidentally called your liege your love again didn’t you? Happens to the best of us

[sireld]

Pleasantly drunk from the celebration of a tourney well fought and cocky from a tourney justly won.

Would you like to undo my armor, dear one?

Would you like to feel the weight of my cuirass in your hands?

Would you like to peel the sweat-soaked gambeson from my skin?

The flush in your cheeks gives you away, as well as your desperate hands questing for purchase.

[but-a-licentious-prince]

I would like to run an experiment, Sir Knight, and, to do so, I require your presence in my chambers.

Place your gauntleted hand upon my throat.

Yes, that is an order.

My, I underestimated the chill of the metal. In any case, I shall now lift your visor. Do not fret, I will not remove the helm in its entirety.

Your eyes cannot remain still, can they? Hm, how amusing. You don’t know where to look. I can feel the way your hand twitches, you know. Every time you glance down to where metal meets flesh your grip ever so slightly tightens.

What is it that you desire? Do you wish to apply pressure? —disregard my fingers undoing the straps of your codpiece— Do you yearn to feel the rush of blood beneath my skin against your bare palm?

Do speak candidly.

[featherfangart]

No Love Is Wasted

I made a desperate little sound when I realized I haven't posted this one here yet.

[husbandyke]

not to be that guy. but when someone is on the ground restrained and reaching for something / crawling while injured and bloody / desperately clutching for dear life at the edge of something they're hanging off of and they grab the villain's boot / the villain steps lightly on their hand? hot

[sireld]

Hounskull knights being forced to their knees to beg for the honor of their charge. Tabard ripped and soiled with the blood of their adversary. Gauntlets failed and hanging by threads of leather to expose broken and bloodied knuckles, white from their grip on the hilt.

Peace and love on planet earth.

[sir-sword]

This seems targeted! Whatever offense I caused thee, I did so unwittingly and offer condolences?

[sireld]

Nice try sir-sword. You can't just challenge me to another duel so you can get all bloody and bruised and fall on my halberd again in heroic anguish. Leave some for the rest of us man

[sireld]

Hounskull knights being forced to their knees to beg for the honor of their charge. Tabard ripped and soiled with the blood of their adversary. Gauntlets failed and hanging by threads of leather to expose broken and bloodied knuckles, white from their grip on the hilt.

Peace and love on planet earth.

[sireld]

The delicate fingers of his charge worked fastidiously to undo the tight leather straps biting into the Knight's forearm. "T'was foolish of you to challenge the Prince for my hand." The straps came undone, greasy and black into the hands of the princen.

A breathless laugh came from behind the helm. "Would have been foolish of me to let him wed you." The princen's large eyes peered up at him beneath full lashes. A redness blossomed in those cheeks.

The knight closed the distance between them. Steel cuirass meeting white silk. That gloved hand sunk deeper onto that royal shoulder, leather clad thumb finding purchase beneath their collarbone. "You think I'd let anyone else touch you?"

The helm lowered further down, his eyes glinting behind the slits of the visor, gaze boring into them. "Did your grace think I'd let anyone else fuck you?" That voice was dangerously low, viciously possessive. "Perhaps your grace needs a reminder. A show of true dedication to freshen that memory."

[gayassnun]

Me and who?

[callipygianblockhead]

These could be the same if we try hard enough.

[gabriestat]

LA FÉE MÉLUSINE ET LE CHEVALIER RAYMONDIN (1894)

A fantastic and unique sculpture made in 1894 by Jean Dampt after a well known medieval love story, and acquired shortly after by the notorious collector Martine de Béhague. Currently exhibited at the Musée des Beaux-Arts de Dijon

[may12324]

The Starving Saints 🐝🍴👅

This book has driven me mad akin to the likes that The Locked Tomb has. I can't stop thinking about them.