Dunk (Ser Duncan the Tall) X Fem!TravelCompanion!Reader
Warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, no y/n, mutual pining, accidental voyeurism, fingering, unprotected sex, size difference, praise kink ( i think?), one use of “good girl” (I had to guys), knight/lady dynamic, porn with little plot, not proofread
Word count: 5.7K (*does debby ryan hair tuck*)
You lay in bed, your body scarcely covered by the itchy sheets. You were exhausted. This was the first real bed you’d gotten to sleep in for a few days now. It wasn’t the best quality — you were at an inn, so you hadn’t expected fine sheets or anything of the sort — but it sure beat sleeping on the rough ground.
Unfortunately, exhaustion wasn’t the only thing you were feeling. Your hand traveled down your body, tracing over your stomach before slipping between your thighs. Your legs widened softly as you began to toy with yourself, your eyes closing slightly.
You hadn’t had the luxury of privacy as of late — not with Dunk and Egg sleeping right beside you every night — but now, in a room all to yourself, you found yourself ready to scratch an itch you’d been harboring for what felt like ages.
Your eyelids fluttered as your movements grew more certain, your fingers slipping inside you with ease. Your breathing became labored, your eyes squeezing shut as you allowed images to fill your mind — his hands, his large thighs, the way his blue eyes gazed at you whenever you spoke.
Your free hand moved over the sheets, gripping the rough fabric as your mouth parted softly. The chill nipped at your bare nipples, but you paid it no mind, far too consumed by thoughts of him and the sensation of your own touch to care.
Maybe if you had been paying attention to your surroundings, you would have heard his feet thundering down the hall. He never tried to be loud, but his large size did not make stealth easy. Perhaps if you had been paying attention, you would’ve been able to tug your hand out from inside you before your door came crashing open.
But you hadn’t.
When you heard the door slam against the wall, followed by Dunk’s voice, you startled, your body jerking upright into a sitting position as you quickly yanked the sheets up over your bare frame.
“You hungry? Dinner’s—” Dunk paused, his eyes landing on you on the bed. They widened more than usual.
For a moment, you thought perhaps he could see the flushed state of your face, could notice the way your chest heaved behind the sheets you’d tried to hide yourself with. He stood there in the doorway, practically blocking it with his large frame, his mouth unmoving, his eyes fixed on you.
Then something clicked. He wasn’t looking at your face. He was staring… lower.
Your head snapped down before you could stop yourself, eyes widening as you realized your left breast was completely exposed. In your haste to pull the sheets up, you hadn’t done a very good job.
Your gaze shot back to his just as he finally dragged his eyes up to meet yours. If the embarrassment on your face wasn’t obvious, the deep red flushing Dunk’s certainly was. You tugged the sheets up quickly, covering yourself completely this time, your arms crossing tightly over your chest.
Dunk opened his mouth as if to say something — perhaps an apology for staring so long — but before he could get the words out, Egg slipped beneath his arm and into the room.
“Did the Ser tell you, my lady? The food’s ready, aren’t you—” The young boy paused, the excited tone he’d carried into the room fading as he looked at you. “Oh. Did we wake you?”
The innocent way he asked, as though he were genuinely sorry for disturbing you, made your heart ache. You forced yourself to give him as soft a smile as you could manage despite your embarrassment. But then your eyes flicked back to Dunk’s, and your expression shifted again into mortified horror.
“I’ll be right down,” you managed to squeak out.
Dunk grabbed Egg by the shoulder, guiding the boy back out ahead of him.
“Yes, of course, m’lady, we’ll see you—” His head smacked against the doorframe in his haste to leave, earning a soft ow from him and making you grimace.
He shook his head as if to clear it, then muttered without looking back at you, “See you downstairs.”
You watched him close the door behind him, your eyes lingering on the spot where he had stood before finally turning back to the bed and burying your face in the pillow to muffle an exasperated groan.
Nothing had been said about that exchange — not at dinner, when you three sat together chewing your food in silence, nor in the morning when you mounted your horses and continued on your journey.
You and Dunk didn’t avoid each other exactly, but the ease you’d always felt while interacting seemed to have vanished. You only exchanged words when necessary, and whenever your eyes met, you were both quick to look away, faces flushing as you searched for anything else to focus on.
Luckily for both of you, Egg never seemed to tire of talking. When he wasn’t telling you about his family and sharing facts about the kingdoms — according to him, there were nine, not seven — he was singing songs that were pleasant enough, though some carried meanings you weren’t sure he fully understood.
The journey went well enough despite the lingering awkwardness, and by the time you stopped beneath a tree to make camp that night, you had almost forgotten the ordeal of the evening before.
You nudged at the fire with a stick, trying to keep it alive. Dunk was off with Egg somewhere, presumably gathering more wood. Leaning back, you watched the flames dance while you waited for them to return.
The patter of feet against leaves sounded to your left, and you turned just as Egg came racing toward you.
“Look at what I found!” he exclaimed, finally reaching you.
He opened the piece of fabric he’d been using as a sack so you could see the contents. Your eyes widened at the variety of berries he’d managed to gather.
“Well, look at that,” you said softly. “Well done, Egg.”
You smiled at him, and he beamed in return.
“He wanted to eat them straight away,” Dunk’s voice rumbled from behind him.
You lifted your gaze through the dim light and found him easily in the darkness. Your eyes drifted down to his forearms, catching the way they flexed beneath his sleeves as he shifted the weight of the logs he was carrying. You quickly dragged your gaze back up before your thoughts could wander too far.
“But I thought it best to have you look at them first.” Dunk grunted softly as he dropped the logs beside the fire and dusted off his hands. “Don’t want him poisoning himself by accident.”
You stared at him for a moment.
“Or us, for that matter,” he added with a faint smile.
Your shoulders relaxed at the sight of it. Shaking yourself from your distraction, you turned your attention back to the berries in Egg’s lap.
“Yes, that was wise, Ser Duncan.” You examined the fruit carefully, searching for any telltale signs of danger. “It seems your squire has been paying attention to my lessons. All of these are safe to eat.” You grinned and gently ruffled Egg’s hair.
The boy settled beside you, legs crossed, the bundle of berries resting in his lap. You plucked one from the cloth and popped it into your mouth just as Dunk lowered himself onto your other side. His arm brushed yours as he reached past to grab one as well.
The brief contact made you glance at him. Your eyes met for a heartbeat, and though neither of you spoke, the shared awareness lingered in the air.
Gods, how were you meant to survive this?
After you’d eaten your fill, Egg let out a soft yawn, the day’s excitement finally catching up to him. He settled onto his bedroll with a quiet goodnight and was asleep moments later.
You remained by the fire, watching the flames. Your body was tired, but your mind felt far too awake. Sleep seemed distant.
Beside you, Dunk shifted and pushed himself to his feet. You looked up at him.
“Off to sleep as well?” you asked.
“Oh — uh, not yet,” Dunk muttered. “I’ve got to, uh… take care of something.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion for only a moment before you understood. He needed to go to the bathroom. Dunk always seemed oddly shy about such matters around you.
“Alright,” you said lightly. “I’ll keep an eye on things here.”
He nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary before he turned and disappeared into the trees.
It was unusual for Dunk to take so long to relieve himself. Even on the rare occasions he lingered, it was never for this long. You were beginning to worry.
Then the rain started, sudden and heavy, dousing the fire you had been carefully tending so Dunk could find his way back with ease. Without the guiding light, you were certain he would struggle to locate the camp in the darkness.
You stood beneath the tree, trying to shield yourself from the downpour, your hands twisting together anxiously as you searched for Dunk’s large frame in the shadows. You couldn’t just stand there and wait. Dunk was a good knight and knew his way around the wilderness well enough, but your skills were sharper when it came to tracking and foraging.
What if he had gotten turned around? With the rain falling this hard, it would be nearly impossible for him to retrace his steps before daybreak — and dawn was still a long way off.
“That’s it,” you muttered to yourself.
You cast one last glance at Egg, making certain the boy was still fast asleep and sheltered from the rain, before stepping into the trees in search of Dunk.
It didn’t take you long to find him. He wasn’t far from camp at all. Your eyes caught his frame against a tree almost immediately. He was leaning against the trunk, no doubt trying to shield himself from the rain as he waited for it to pass.
You thought about calling out his name, but with the thunder rumbling overhead, you were sure he wouldn’t hear you. Squinting against the rain, you began moving toward him.
A bolt of lightning split the sky, illuminating the world around you for a heartbeat. You froze, your heart hammering in your chest. For a moment, you wondered if you had imagined it — if the light had played tricks on your eyes. But when another flash followed, you realized you had seen correctly.
Dunk wasn’t simply hiding from the rain. He wasn’t lost.
He was touching himself, his hand wrapped around his length as his head rested back against the tree. His mouth was slightly parted, his movements slow and deliberate despite the downpour soaking him through.
Your breathing quickened. You felt rooted to the spot, unable to look away.
Another crack of lightning struck, closer this time, jolting you back to your senses. You turned and ran, racing toward camp as fast as your feet could carry you.
You dropped down beneath the tree, casting a quick glance at Egg to ensure he was still asleep before squeezing your eyes shut, your head falling back against the trunk. The image of Dunk seemed burned into your mind.
“You’re wet.”
Your eyes flew open, a startled gasp leaving you as your hand flew to your chest. Dunk stood beside you, rainwater dripping from his hair and clothes, strands plastered to his forehead. You forced yourself not to let your gaze wander anywhere but his face. He was looking at you with mild confusion.
“Oh — yes,” you managed. “The rain caught me off guard.”
“Yeah,” he said, glancing up at the sky. “Wasn’t expecting it either. Sorry I took so long. I was waiting to see if it would ease up.”
The lie slipped from his lips so naturally that it made your stomach twist.
“No problem,” you replied quietly.
“Is Egg alright?”
Grateful for the change in subject, you looked toward the boy.
“Yes, he’s fine. The princeling’s tougher than he looks.”
Dunk grunted in agreement as he lowered himself to the ground beside you.
“We’ll sleep at an inn tomorrow,” he said. “It’ll be more comfortable.”
“Whatever you think is best,” you whispered.
He shifted, turning his back to you as he settled in. “Well… goodnight, m’lady.”
“Goodnight, Ser.”
Sleep would not be finding you anytime soon.
This inn was a bit better than the last one. The sheets were certainly softer. You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, dressed in your sleeping gown. You’d learned from last time. A soft knock pulled your attention to the door.
It seemed you weren’t the only one.
You pushed yourself upright, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Come in,” you called.
There was a brief silence. You wondered if you hadn’t been heard, but before you could repeat yourself, the door creaked open. Dunk’s head peeked inside, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. You caught the flicker of relief that crossed his face. He stepped fully inside and closed the door behind him.
“Is everything alright?” you asked quickly. “Is something wrong with Egg?”
“Oh no,” Dunk replied at once. “Nothing’s wrong, m’lady. I just wanted to… well, I wanted to— uh— I…”
You rose from the bed, your bare feet padding softly across the floor as you approached him.
“What is it, Ser?” You placed a hand gently against his chest. “You’re worrying me.”
“I don’t mean to,” he said quickly. “There’s nothing to worry about. I just— well— I wanted to—”
“Your heart’s pounding, Dunk,” you murmured, concern lacing your voice.
The sound of his name seemed to steady him. He exhaled and lifted his hand to cover yours where it rested against his chest.
“I apologize.”
Your brows knit together. “Whatever for?”
Now it was his turn to frown. “Well… for the other night. In the inn.”
“Oh. Right.” You blinked. “That.”
“I should not have entered without knocking. I know that now. And I apologize for staring. That was not the right thing to do. I should have left as soon as I—”
“I saw you last night.”
The words slipped from your lips before you could stop them.
“I— you what?” Dunk asked, confusion clouding his face.
You forced yourself to hold his gaze.
“I. Saw. You. Last. Night.” You spoke slowly, not to mock him, but to be absolutely clear.
From the way his eyes widened and his brows shot upward, you knew he understood exactly what you meant. The color drained from Dunk’s face before rushing back twice as fierce. His hand slackened slightly around yours.
“You—” he swallowed. “You did?”
You nodded once. There was no point pretending otherwise now.
“I meant no dishonor,” he said finally, his voice low and rough. “I would never— I wasn’t thinking. I just—”
His jaw tightened. He looked away first this time, staring somewhere over your shoulder as if he could will himself out of the room.
“I didn’t know what else to do with it,” he admitted quietly. “With… the wanting.”
Your breath caught, startled by his confession — by how deeply he seemed to be affected by you.
“Dunk…” you whispered, your fingers twitching slightly beneath his hand.
Your heart was beating so loudly you were certain he could feel it beneath his palm.
“If I’ve offended you—”
“You haven’t.”
The answer came too quickly to be anything but true.
His gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before snapping back up again, as though even that fleeting glance felt like too much.
“I am not a man practiced in this,” he said softly. “I don’t know what the right way is. I only know that when I think of you, it feels…” He hesitated.
Your lips parted, your body drifting closer to his without you even realizing it.
“Tell me,” you breathed.
His eyes locked onto yours.
“It feels as if I am burning from within.”
You gasped, your fingers tightening slightly against his chest.
“Dunk…” you whispered again.
He searched your face as though bracing himself for rejection. For command. For dismissal.
“I do not wish you to burn alone,” you said quietly.
His hand flexed around yours.
“You would not ask that of me if you knew what I think when I look at you,” he murmured.
Your pulse fluttered. “Then tell me.”
His jaw worked for a moment, restraint warring with honesty. Then honesty won.
“I think about touching you,” he admitted, voice barely above a breath. “Not in passing. Not by accident. I think about it the way a starving man thinks of bread.”
You slid your hand slowly higher along his chest, feeling the tension there, the strength beneath your fingertips. His eyes darkened at that. At the way you stared at him, eyes full of something not at all innocent.
“Tell me to leave,” he said quietly, almost pleading. “If I stay, I do not know that I will remain a gentleman.”
“I do not want you to leave,” you answered.
His hand rose — slowly, giving you every chance to pull away — and hovered near your cheek before finally, gently, cupping it. The touch was careful, as though you were something precious rather than something he had confessed wanting.
“Are you certain?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He leaned down then, hesitating only a breath away from your lips — waiting. When you closed the distance yourself, pressing your mouth to his, the last of his restraint broke. His hand wound around your waist keeping you pressed to him.
He kissed you like a man who had held himself back for far too long. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his tunic as though you needed something solid to anchor yourself. He made a low sound in his throat when you did, the hand at your waist tightening just slightly. You parted only because you both needed to breathe.
“I thought wanting you from a distance was difficult.” His thumb brushed lightly along your cheekbone, almost unconsciously. “This is far more dangerous.”
You felt it too — that edge. The way the air seemed charged. The way every small shift of his hand sent a ripple through you.
Your hands slid from his chest to his shoulders, feeling the strength there. Solid. Steady. Real. He shuddered faintly at the contact, as though your touch affected him more than he had expected.
“I do not wish to frighten you,” he said quietly. “If we go further—”
“You will not frighten me,” you interrupted softly.
You lifted one hand to the back of his neck, guiding him down into another kiss. It was rougher this time, filled with the quiet hunger you both seemed to harbor for one another.
Dunk’s hands slipped lower, his broad frame bending slightly as he grasped your thighs. You gave a small gasp at the sudden movement, but you didn’t resist. Instead, you let him lift you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
His boots thudded softly against the floor as he carried you toward the bed, your lips still fused together. He placed his knee against the mattress, lowering you slowly onto the bed, his large frame remaining above you. Your legs unwound from his hips, moving to rest your feet flat on the bed instead. Dunk's hands moved over your leg, pushing the fabric of your nightgown up as he went. His forehead rested against yours as his hands inched between your legs. You gasped as his fingers grazed your pussy.
“You’re wet,” he murmured.
A faint, breathless laugh escaped you. “Second time you’ve said that.”
His lips brushed yours as he exhaled. “It wasn’t what I meant last time.”
“I know,” you whispered, nipping gently at his lower lip. “But I was wet then too.”
He let out a groan at that, his head moving down to place kisses on your neck. Your body arched off the bed as his tongue lapped at your skin and his hand continued to move against you, not teasing exactly but not touching you entirely either. His head trailed down until he got to your chest. He raised himself enough so he could use his free hand to tug your nightgown down enough to reveal your breast. As soon as your skin was free from the cloth Dunk leaned down, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking. Your hand moved to his head, fingers tugging at his hair as you moaned.
The hand that lay on your thigh tensed at the movement, squeezing your skin between his fingers without him even noticing. The action only heightened the sensation, your back arching softly against the bed. A low rumble escaped Dunk as your body pressed into his. He pulled off your breast with a soft pop.
“Gods…” he muttered, more to himself than to you.
Your fingers were still tangled in his hair, your body still warm and responsive beneath him. You could feel the hesitation settling back into him—the part of Dunk that always tried to do the right thing, even now.
“Dunk,” you said softly.
His eyes flicked back to yours, and even though they were blown wide with desire, you could still see the restraint in his gaze. You could tell he was searching for a reason to stop this before it was too late.
Your hand moved from his curls to his face, a finger trailing over his lips for a moment before your eyes lifted back to his.
“Touch me,” you breathed.
“I am,” he whispered, his voice tinged with confusion.
You shook your head softly, your hair dragging against the sheets beneath you.
“No, I mean—” You grabbed the hand resting on your thigh, lifting it from your skin. Wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you guided it slowly between your legs. “Here. Touch me here.”
A faint, almost disbelieving smile ghosted across his lips.
“Here,” you repeated softly, your voice gentler now.
His breath caught, his gaze dropping briefly before returning to your face, searching—always searching—for doubt, for hesitation, for anything that might stop him.
He didn’t find it.
Slowly, carefully, his hand moved where you had guided it, his movements tentative at first, as though he feared misreading you. The moment your breath hitched, his eyes snapped back to yours.
“Is that—” he started, unsure.
“Yes,” you whispered, your grip tightening slightly around his wrist. “Don’t stop.”
That was all it took.
Not for him to lose control—not entirely—but for something to settle. His touch steadied, growing more certain, though never careless. Every small reaction from you seemed to anchor him further, to teach him.
Your head tipped back against the bed, a soft breath escaping you before you could stop it. His name followed without thought, quieter this time, but it made his jaw tighten all the same.
“Gods,” he murmured again, almost under his breath.
Your free hand found his shoulder, then his neck, pulling him closer—not just for the contact, but for the closeness, the shared heat of it. He leaned in without resistance, his forehead brushing yours, his breathing uneven.
“You’ll tell me,” he said, voice low, almost strained. “If it’s too much.”
“I will,” you answered, though your body was already answering for you, leaning into him, urging him on.
Your fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck as he slipped his finger deeper, your mouth opening in a silent moan. Your hot breath mingled with his as he continued his movements.
“More,” you groaned.
“You sure? I don’t want to—”
“Dunk. More.”
The way you said it—like a command rather than a question—made Dunk twitch against his breeches.
“As you wish, m’lady.”
As his second finger slipped inside you, you couldn’t help the groan that left your lips. You buried your head in his shoulder, teeth grazing the strong muscle there as he quickened his movements slightly. Your thighs trembled despite yourself, hands clawing at Dunk in desperation.
“Is it good?”
“Yes,” you breathed. “So good, Dunk. Please don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, m’lady.”
You weren’t sure if he’d meant to say it so confidently, but it did things to you. You’d grown so used to seeing him shrink back—not in fear exactly, but in a way that showed he knew his place. But now, alone with you, his muscles flexing as he continued to pleasure you, that shyness you’d become accustomed to seemed to have disappeared.
He’d said he didn’t know how to do this, but the way he was working you with such ease told you that perhaps he was underselling himself.
And when he found that spot that made you cry out, your nails digging into his skin as you came undone against his hand, you were certain he had lied about just how much he knew.
His breath stuttered when you cried out, your grip on him tightening as if you might come apart without something to hold onto.You sagged slightly against him, your forehead pressing into his shoulder as you tried to catch your breath. Your fingers loosened their hold, though they didn’t leave him entirely, as if you still needed the reassurance that he was there.
“I didn’t—” he started, then stopped, shaking his head slightly. “I didn’t expect…”
Before he could finish whatever he was thinking, your lips were on his. He groaned against your mouth as you clung to him, your tongue brushing at his lips in search of entrance. He granted it, of course.
The kiss was messy. It was unclear whether it was due to inexperience or overwhelming desire, but you didn’t care.
Dunk shifted, his muscles flexing as he moved. A soft gasp left his lips as his hardness brushed against your thigh. You didn’t pull away, your mouth still pressed to his as your hand slipped between your bodies to caress him through his breeches.
Dunk let out a strained breath against your mouth, the sound catching somewhere between surprise and something deeper. His body reacted before his mind seemed to catch up, hips shifting slightly before he stilled himself again, as though fighting the instinct.
His hand found your wrist—not to pull it away, but to still it, just for a moment. His grip wasn’t firm, just enough to make you pause, to make you look at him.
“We should slow down,” he said again, quieter now, though his gaze hadn’t softened. If anything, it had deepened.
“Is that what you want?” you asked earnestly.
“Gods, no,” he breathed. “But I don’t know if I’ll—”
“Then don’t,” you cut in.
Something flickered in his eyes at that—something close to surrender.
“I want you,” you stated simply, the words making Dunk swallow a groan of need. “And you want me. Well, I assume you do, unless I—”
“Of course I want you,” Dunk cut in, his voice more certain than you’d ever heard it.
You couldn’t help the soft smile that spread across your face. You placed your hand on his cheek.
“Then why should we not?”
Dunk closed his eyes, biting into his cheek for a moment before opening them again.
“I don’t—” He stopped himself, the red on his cheeks deepening before he forced himself to continue. “I don’t want to hurt you, m’lady.”
Your heart tugged at the words, and before you could even think about it, you placed a reassuring kiss on his lips.
“You won’t,” you whispered.
Perhaps you should have expected it. He was a big man—it was only natural to assume that all of him was big—but you were still taken by surprise.
When Dunk finally pulled down his breeches, your eyes widened immediately. But before he could see the expression on your face and call the whole thing off, you schooled your features into calm.
Still, the only thing running through your mind as he made his way back to you was: How in the seven hells is that going to fit?
It wasn’t a simple task, but with some patience, you managed. You tried to keep your eyes from rolling back with every one of his thrusts, but he wasn’t making it easy on you. Not only did he hit the right spot every time—how could he not, when it felt like he was reaching so deep—but he was also incredibly vocal.
His head barely left your shoulder as his hips continued to move against you, so every sound that escaped him was heard clearly in your ear. And the praise—gods, it was driving you insane.
“Feels so good, m’lady… taking me so well,” Dunk groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly enough that you were sure they would leave bruises.
The sound of his voice sent a shiver through you, your grip tightening on his shoulders as you tried to steady your breathing. Every word he spoke seemed to go straight through you, leaving you more unsteady than before.
“Dunk…” you breathed, his name slipping out without thought.
He answered with a low, strained sound, his forehead pressing into your shoulder as if he needed the contact to ground himself. His hands were still firm at your hips, but there was something careful in the way he held you—like he was always just a breath away from pulling back if you needed him to.
“Fuck… could live inside you,” he groaned.
You moaned at that, surprised by the dirtiness of the words slipping from his mouth. Who would have known that beneath Ser Duncan the Tall there was this whole other man?
“Dunk, please,” you moaned.
“What is it, m’lady? What do you want?”
“More,” you whispered. “Give me more.”
“Greedy thing, eh?” Dunk murmured, amusement clear in his voice. “You sure, m’lady? I’m not going to hold back.”
“Ah—ugh—more, Dunk, please.”
“Alright… as you wish.”
You didn’t know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. As soon as the words left his mouth, Dunk lifted himself off you. You looked at him as he straightened up, brows furrowing in confusion.
Dunk just gave you an easy smile, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs before dragging you closer to the edge of the bed without fully pulling away from you. Once he seemed satisfied with the position, he looked down at you.
“Ready?”
You nodded. Dunk raised a silent brow at you. You flushed immediately, understanding what he wanted.
“Yes, Ser.”
The smirk that graced his face dripped with sin, and before you even had time to process it, he moved again with sudden, overwhelming intensity.
The shift in him stole the breath from your lungs.
Your hands clutched at him instinctively, your head tipping back as the sudden change drew a sharp sound from you. Dunk’s jaw tightened at the reaction, his control visibly fraying at the edges.
“Careful,” he muttered, though it sounded more like a reminder to himself than to you.
You shook your head faintly, your grip on him tightening. “Don’t be.”
That did it.
Not recklessness—but permission.
His movements grew firmer, more certain, no longer testing but knowing. Each shift of him was met with your response, your body answering in ways that made his breath hitch, his composure slipping further with every passing moment.
“Gods…” he groaned, his voice low and strained. “You feel—”
He cut himself off, like even saying it might push him too far.
“Dunk, I’m—I—”
A moan tore through you before you could finish.
“You close?”
You nodded quickly, hands scrambling for anything to hold onto as the sensation became almost overwhelming.
“Yeah? You gonna come all over my cock, huh?” Dunk asked, his movements speeding up. “Gonna make a big ol’ mess, aren’t you?”
“Yes—gods, please, Dunk, don’t—”
“Not going to, m’lady,” Dunk muttered, a groan escaping him before he could stop it. “Go on… be a good girl and come for me.”
That was the tipping point. You cried out his name as you came, your body spasming as you clenched around him. Dunk wasn’t far behind, with one more rough thrust and a groan of your name, he came.
Dunk stilled, a rough breath leaving him as your body relaxed around him, your name still echoing in his ears. Your grip on him slowly loosened, though your hands didn’t fall away entirely, still clinging to him as you tried to steady your breathing.
For a moment, neither of you moved. Then Dunk finally pulled out of you, a soft hiss leaving your lips as he did. You were still trying to catch your breath when Dunk’s hands slipped beneath you, lifting you with ease before repositioning you in the bed. Once he had you settled, he lowered himself beside you with a soft grunt.
You waited only a second before inching closer, resting your head against his chest. Dunk’s arm wrapped around you in a way that felt natural, almost instinctive.
“Gods…” he murmured again, though this time it was quieter—almost awed.
You let out a soft, breathless laugh, the sound muffled slightly against him. “You say that a lot.”
A faint huff of amusement left him, though it was still threaded with something heavier. “I don’t think I’ve ever meant it more.”
That made something warm bloom in your chest, softer than what had come before, but no less intense.
“You alright?” he asked, his voice still rough, but steadier now.
You met his gaze, your lips curving faintly despite the lingering heat in your body. “I am.”
Relief flickered across his face so openly it almost made you smile wider.
“Good,” he said, quieter now.
For a moment, the world seemed to settle around you—no urgency, no rush. Just the quiet aftermath of something neither of you had quite expected, but neither of you seemed to regret.
Your hand found his cheek again, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin.
“We should probably be quiet,” you murmured, a hint of teasing returning. “Unless you want Egg knocking on the door next.”
Dunk let out a low groan at that, his head dipping briefly. “Don’t even joke about that.”
Summary: Miami Pecsa weekend. You have no family, and only 2 friends on either coast outside of Abbott. The thought of losing the people you’ve come to call family might slip through your fingers at the prospect of Abbott shutting down sends you into a slight panic. Barb and Melissa are there to comfort you.
Warnings: implied future smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, slight mention of homophobia, mentions of future smut.
A/n: It’s been a minute…not my best work but trying to get back into writing. But loved this episode! Anyways…have not slept in 22hours but here it is
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You started at Abbott a year ago when you uprooted your life and moved to Philly. Your family was pretty much non-existent after you came out to your homophobic family your sophomore year of college.
Your parents knew you preferred women but only accepted it while you were still in the closet. But you found a couple close friends who accepted you as you were and you didn’t want to hide anymore.
Turns out your family’s love for you was conditional. As long as it didn’t impact their reputation they would ignore the elephant in the room. They helped immensely with your tuition your freshman year. But after your second quarter you found your close circle of friends and realized, you were done settling with the ultimatum of staying in the closet or getting cut off.
You spent the rest of freshman year and fall quarter of your sophomore year working part time and maintaining your 3.8 gpa. You even were granted a couple scholarships as you applied for at least 10. And thank god you did.
The emotional, physical, and financial support ceased from your family. They tried to control you and bribe you to undo the mess. ‘It was just a phase,’ they begged. A month before graduation you decided to establish a no-contact relationship with your family.
Your friends were amazing and supportive for the following year. Subbing in nearby districts within a 30 min radius.
But you knew the time was soon coming for your trio to go from seeing each other every day to long distance friendships.
Johnny, your gay bestie who made sure you all were dressed to impress, had moved to Seattle after landing a 7th grade math teaching position. And Maggie, your straight ally bestie who on occasion pretended to be your girlfriend to protect you from the men who didn’t believe you, landed a job at her old high school as the new art teacher.
You had so many amazing memories with them like getting addicted to tattoos with Maggie. She followed all the local tattoo artists and would drag you to every pop up. Johnny had begged you to get your nipples pierced with him and to be honest, it didn’t take much convincing.
You were gonna miss them dearly but you were excited for them and were nothing but supportive. Even though they were leaving you.
You decided to stay in Philly as you had no family to move back to Ohio for. You interviewed at multiple schools and two of them offered you the position. Liberty Rings and Abbott Elementary. Both were appealing; job-wise.
But in your heart you knew it was a no-brainer. You were hoping for an offer from one of those schools above all the others.
All because the day of your interview they happened to have a Career day. You saw Jalen Hurts was on the screen as you were leaving after Principal Coleman abruptly ended the interview and took off down the hall.
You gathered your things and made your way out the building but stopped at all the commotion as you passed. The Eagles quarterback was cool and all but that’s not what or rather who caught your eye.
There was a beautiful redhead sitting on one of the desks with the brightest grin and a twinkle in her eye. You were enamored to say the least. She claps her hands together and looks around the room at her kids sharing in the amusement. That is until she makes eye contact with you through the open door.
You tuck your hair behind your ear as you’re suddenly shy at being caught staring. She winks at you and you duck your head to hide the impending blush.
You look up to see a bald man drop down to one knee in front of her and propose. Of course. That would be your luck. Before you could even get her name she’s off the market with a ring. You wanted to leave in embarrassment but she was still shifting her gaze between you and Jalen Hurts.
By the time she realized what was happening your plans of leaving were postponed as your feet remained frozen in place.
Your crush lasted one minute but you still wanted a job if they offered. Maybe hearing her say yes would close the door on getting your hopes up and open a door for possible future coworkers..maybe even a friendship.
You watched on in unmatched curiosity. She didn’t look thrilled but not upset either. Just…disappointed. You knitted your brows as the plot twisted in front of your eyes.
“So Melissa, will you marry me?”
The silence that followed stretched on louder than the kids snickering around the classroom. And then finally-
“No…Gar, I told you I didn’t want to get married again and I meant that.”
“But-“
You didn’t catch what came after that as you finally willed your feet to move and you made your way out of the building and to your car.
You sat behind the wheel and just sat there in shock. “What just happened?” You questioned out loud to nobody. You were going over the events of the last hour and you are flabbergasted.
You think back to the redhead and are struck again with beauty that flashes in your mind. Besides how attractive you find her you now respect her for standing her ground and not caving with the peer pressure of the situation.
You turn the key in the ignition, ready to go home to your empty house. As your hybrid engine starts, you look up to see the bald man followed by the beautiful ginger. As she steps out from behind him she makes eye contact with you and you duck your head again at being caught. You give a half smirk hoping to convey that you wish her luck with the awkward position she’s now in.
She gives you, a complete stranger, a knowing look to say, ‘here we go again…” like it was an inside joke.
You shrug and wave before pulling out of the parking lot. Thinking that the possibilities of your paths crossing again are so slim. You doubt that your interview was impressive enough to leave a lasting memory with the principal when she was so caught up with the NFL player.
You got the offer from Liberty Rings 2 days later and you asked for a week to think it over, stating that you had a few things to contemplate. Which in a way, was true. You've narrowed it down to a couple apartments to move into but wanted to find a full time job first and the commute was the deciding factor.
But in reality, as soon as you got the offer from Abbott you asked for a day to decide. As soon as you hung up the phone, you called to decline Liberty Ring’s offer. Then you proceeded to sign for the apartment closest to Abbott Elementary. You were able to start moving in the same week.
You called Ava back the next morning to accept the position starting next week, which gave you 4 days to move into your new apartment. Thankfully mostly everything had been packed for the last 2 weeks.
Over the next couple years you blended in great with the Abbott crew. They became your chosen friends and family. There were trivia nights with the trio and occasionally the whole group, Karaoke nights, game nights, paint nights, and your favorite; Cooking lessons at Melissa’s.
The last year you and Melissa have gotten closer and tiptoed on the line between friendship and something more.
You hosted a paint night at your house and once Melissa offered to stay and help you clean up after. The friendly banter turned into flirty banter. And in turn you would stay after cooking lessons to help clean and spend more time with her. And from then on after every group hang you two would be the last ones standing.
You never crossed that line with Melissa though. As much as you wanted to, you valued your friendship more. Plus you were scared of being rejected, surely the flirty banter was just from the late nights and the nature of your friendship.
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Now you’re sitting on a lounge chair poolside in Miami for Pecsa weekend, depressed. You’re about to lose everything. And all you can do is drink your sorrows and reminisce on all the memories you’ve created with your Abbott family.
Abbott will be closed come the following school year and you’ll be alone. Again.
“Hello, dear. Can we join you?” Barb is now standing in front of your lounge chair with her eyes blocked by large sunglasses.
“Of Course, here.”
Behind her Melissa was analyzing the skin you had on display. She knew you had tattoos littered across your body but she had never seen this many at once.
You’re wearing a cut out one piece that leaves little to the imagination but still modest enough for Pecsa.
There was an open chair next to yours which Barb called dibs.
“Here, Mel. You can have mine.”
She was taking inventory of all your tattoos before she noticed something she hadn’t before. But doesn’t comment on any of that. Yet.
Clearing her throat she makes her way over to your chair. “We can share, don’t go.”
You scoot down to sit off the side of the chair so she can recline against the back. Her wedged heels were crossed behind you leaning against your lower back.
Barb gave you another look over as she situated herself to face you and Mel. “Looked like you were deep in thought, are you okay, Y/n?”
“Of course, I’m not. We’re about to lose our jobs. The kids are gonna lose their school. The district is screwing us over once again. How are you guys not freaking out?”
“We are but we will deal with that when we get back home. But this weekend, this weekend we are going to light this place on fire, on the district's dime.”
“I guess. One last hurrah for the Abbott gang.”
“What do you mean by that, hon?” Melissa now sits up. She’s pulled her leg closest to you to halfway hold you from behind. She has a hand on your lower back and the other is on your thigh.
“I doubt we are gonna all be together next year. If we even find jobs with 20 schools closing. And Barb, you’re thinking about retiring. I still have so much to learn from both of you. But once Abbott closes we’re all gonna grow apart. We’ll say we should hang out but schedules clash and the days between seeing each other will just continue to stretch.”
“We aren’t giving up, sweet girl. And in the end, even if Abbott closes, we’re more than just coworkers.” Barb tries to comfort you. You really worked your way into her heart.
“Really?”
Melissa rubs your thigh with her thumb. “Yes, really. C’mon, Y/n. Youse ain’t gonna lose us. And I will personally hunt you down if you even think about isolating yourself.”
Barb is watching how protective over you Melissa has grown over the last couple of years. She knows her best friend has feelings for you. And she’s seen the way you look at her when you think nobody is looking. She sees the tears that started to well up in your eyes and leans forward to wipe them away.
“Honey, you’re not alone anymore. We’re family. No matter where we end up, you’ve got us. Holidays and everything in between. We’ve got you, baby.”
Melissa wraps an arm around your waist and rests her chin on your shoulder. You lean into her embrace and let go of the breath you’ve been holding. “We’re not going anywhere, Tesoro.”
“Okay.” You relax a little bit.
“Okay.” She whispers and kisses your cheek.
“Lets burn this place down!” You exclaim through a watery laugh.
Barb clinks her glass with yours, elated to have cheered you up. “That’s more like it!”
“YEAH! Let’s fucking Go!” Melissa yells, raising her glass. Melissa catches the eye of a passing waiter and taps the glass asking for 3 more.
She’s leaning back on one hand and her other is now playing with the edge of your bottoms, dipping just beneath the fabric to trace the curve of your buttcheek. This causes butterflies to erupt in your lower belly and you are just hoping she doesn’t feel the goosebumps she’s leaving in her path.
When he returns with 3 more pinacoladas you all cheers again. “To Abbott!” The three of you take a drink and look around and see everybody else is in the same state you were in 20 minutes ago.
“This just won’t do.” Barb gets up and heads for the mic on the stage to rally the teachers together. She’s also trying to give you and Melissa some time alone hoping one of you will finally make a move.
“So, y/n. I knew you had tattoos but how did I not know you had this many?”
“You like?”
“I do. Especially this one.” She points to the snake around a dagger on your sternum. She lightly tugs the fabric connecting the top down to see the tip of the dagger. She’s leaning around you to get a better look and she catches a glimpse of what she is sure are nipple piercings. “What else are you hiding?”
“What do you think?”
She bites her lip, hesitating slightly. “Are they pierced?” She looks down to your nipples again and back up to your eyes.
You smirk at the interrogation. “My nipples?”
She just nods and matches your smirk.
“Yeah…they are.”
“Just full of surprises, aren’t you.”
“It wasn’t really a secret. Didn’t know you wanted to know. Is there anything else you want to know?” You reach up and play with the hair that's fallen around her shoulder.
She looks at your lips for a split second and back to your face, “That’s a big question, hon. I don’t think you’re up for it.” She starts to lean back on her hand again, looking away before you catch her by the elbow to keep her close.
“Try me.”
Melissa looks between your eyes again, contemplating how far to take this.
“Tell me, Melissa.” The rollercoaster of the day has emboldened you to test the waters. Or maybe it was the alcohol. But you don't want to back down. Not after the fear of losing her along with your jobs.
“I want to know…” her tongue peeks out the corner of her mouth, hoping she doesn’t ruin everything with whatever is about to come out of her mouth. She moves to rest her chin on your shoulder again. “I wanna know what it’s like to kiss you…”
You lean further into her knowing there’s more. You want her to continue.
“I wanna know what it’s like to taste you, feel you…but…i hope I didn’t just ruin everything. We can pretend I didn’t say anything…”
“Uh uh.” You moan in a whisper as you slide your hand over hers. You guide her hand across the fabric over your stomach. Then you pull her hand up to caress beneath your left breast allowing her to stroke your nipple over the swimsuit.
Everyone else is busy torching the place and following Barb's lead with an open bar. The sun has set, you and Melissa are in your own bubble.
“What else?”
She’s flicking the barbell piercing back and forth as she nuzzles her nose into your hair and inhales. Her breath on your neck sends shivers all the way down to your core.
“I wanna know what kinda sounds I can pull from you when I take you to the edge.” She kisses your neck while still stroking your nipple. “Hear you beg me to let you cum. I wanna feel your hands all over me.”
“I thought I was delusional…I thought I would never hear you say any of that. But I dreamt about it. I’ve even, umm-“ you turned away afraid of what you were just about to admit.
Melissa pulls you chin to face her. “You even…what?” She whispers.
You turn your upper body to face her more and look at her body as she gravitates closer. Is this really happening? This goddess in front of you is really saying everything you longed to hear from her.
You brace yourself with a hand on her thigh that’s bent to the side around you. Meaning you’d only have to slide your hand a few inches to feel her heat.
“I’ve even touched myself thinking about you.”
“Fuck…”
“Me too…all the things. I want that too.” You both lean in to share the same air. Your lips are just a hair’s width apart. “Mel?” You whisper against her lips stroking her inner thigh just beneath her swimsuit cover.
“Aspetta.” She pulls back and you can see her chest rising and falling. You know she feels the same. You can see the hungry lust in her eyes. But why did she pull away?
“Wha-“
“Hold on…not here. Let me go check on Barb real quick. I said I wanted to hear you. And the sounds I wanna hear, I’d much prefer without an audience. Is that okay?” You nod in agreement. Not trusting your voice at the moment.
She untangles from around you and makes her way to the stage.
“Hurry back.” You say as you squeeze your thighs together.
You looked around and hadn’t realized everyone had rallied for the last hurrah. You see Jacob lethargically trying to dance while Janine is feeding him food and water. Gregory is over with Oshaun watching Janine and Jacob just the same.
Ava comes out of nowhere standing beside you. “Took you two long enough. I was about to sacrifice myself to Red’s wrath by flirting with you. Which… damn girl, you’ve been hiding all of this?! Lucky for her I’m in a committed relationship and I am very loyal to my man. But that doesn’t mean I can’t watch.” She smirks before checking you out again.
“Ava! What the hell?! Shouldn’t you be with your man right now?”
“Whateva” she throws back before sauntering off.
You look over to see Barb leaning away from the mic to talk to Melissa. You wonder what they're saying.
Meanwhile-
“Melissa? What are you still doing here? I figured you and y/n would be…” she raises her eyebrows to hint at the two of you in a bed or at least just not still out here fully clad in your swimsuits and covers.
“You knew? Yeah. Apparently before the both of you. I think everyone knew. But I knew you’d figure out. Now go get your girl, I’ll be fine. I’m gonna go jump off the stage!”
“Barb, No! Not a good idea!”
“Who’s gonna catch me?!” She yells into the mic.
You hear Jacob and Janine pipe up from the back. “No! Barb! Of a certain age!”
She leans away from the mic once more. “Hey Melissa?”
“Yeah, Barb?”
“I’m proud of you, you deserve it. Y/n is a good one she’ll protect your heart. That’s all. Now go, dear. I’ve got some surfin’ to do, matey!” With that, she turns and jumps into the crowd.
i have a request for Brienne of Tarth! it doesn’t have to be exactly like this or anything, you can change up stuff if you want.
reader is together with brienne. but she’s out all day fighting and stuff. we really miss her so we go to her room and put on one of her shirts, and rest in her room, ending up having a nap while waiting for her. and she comes back later in the day! how would she react and stuff? especially with us having her shirt on. i feel like she would find it cuteee seeing us wearing it🥰
reader wakes up after hearing her come into the room, maybe brienne talking about how her day went and also how much she missed us & how much we missed her aswell. maybe she notices we have her shirt on after she changes out of her armour and looks for a shirt to wear, notices one is gone. she gets changed and when we are cuddling n all that soft stuff, she’s like “is that my shirt?” and you get all like “whaaaat??? of course not-“ but we end up admiting that we missed her so we put it on🥰
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Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader
Word Count: 614
Warning: none
A/n: I really loved writing this, it's so wholesome. I hope you like it aswell!!
You hated these days. The ones in which you nearly didn't see Brienne at all because she was out all day. Whether it was fighting, accompanying the King or having been sent in missions. You always missed her terribly.
And today was such a day. The only thing that made it worse was that she was actually fighting, and you knew it. Of course, she was incredibly skilled and the best knight of Westeros but still, you couldn't resist worrying.
It was already at dawn when you decided to leave your chamber to go lay in Brienne's bed. You hoped that her scent all around you would calm you. As you entered her room and saw one of her linen shirts neatly folded on a chair you got an idea. You pulled the shirt you were wearing over your head and replaced it with Brienne's linen one.
You crawled into her bed and hid completely under her sheets. And indeed the scent of her all around you, hugging and tucking you in did comfort and calm you. Even so much that you were able to fall into a light sleep.
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A few hours later you were woken by a soft but still strong voice complaining about all the stupid men that thought just because she's a woman they would easily defeat her. You peeked out from under the covers and watched Brienne take of her armour.
She turned around, confused as to why her talking was meet with silence.
"Oh, love I'm so sorry." She hastily approached you kneeled down in front of the bed. She gently stroked your cheek.
"I woke you, didn't I? That wasn't my intention." She smiled apologetic and gave you a quick kiss.
"It's okay, really. I'm just happy that you're back. Come into the bed?" With puppy eyes you blinked at her. She could say no to that, so she finished changing, a little startled that the linen shirt she knew she had folded on the chair wasn't there anymore. But she didn't think twice about it and just grabbed a different one.
Gently she lifted the sheets and crawled in bed behind you. Embracing you from behind and laying a hand on top your stomach to have you as close as possible.
"I missed you, I was really worried." You nuzzled in, leaning in her touch. Happy to have her back and safe with you.
"I know, I missed you to." She planted a gentle kiss on top your hair. While leaning in her touch the sheets uncovered your shoulder and Brienne had a direct view of her shirt.
"(Y/n)?" You were already half asleep again. So instead of an answer you just hummed.
"Is that my shirt?" Your eyes shoot open. A little embarrassed you hid your face in her arm and mildly nodded.
"No?" Brienne let out a slight laugh at that.
"I can see that it's mine, (Y/n)." While smirking, she gently played with your hair and breathed a kiss on it.
"I felt so alone without you and the shirt smells like you so in comforted me." You mumbled nearly inaudibly into her arm. Brienne blushed a little at that. She was still unaccustomed to this kind of love and adoration. But she couldn't deny that she liked it.
"It's okay, love. You can wear my clothes whenever you want. Even though I wouldn't recommend wearing them outside, unless you might want a dress." You had to laugh at her joke and the embarrassed died down. You lifted you head and turned it slightly as to look at her. She kissed you, and you happily fell asleep cuddled into her strong arms.
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