hi i’m Haven, i'm 22 and i use they/them pronouns!! (as you can probably already tell lmao)
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And so, the woman dies. The woman dies so the man can be sad about it. The woman dies so the man can suffer. She dies to give him a destiny. Dies so he can fall to the dark side. Dies so he can lament her death. As he stands there, brimming with grief, brimming with life, the woman lies there in silence. The woman dies for him.
- The Woman Dies by Aoko Matsuda
Endurance || Ser Duncan the Tall x Fem!Reader Smut
A/N: You thought you'd seen the last of me? Haha - I'm back w/ more content y’all! So sad season one is already over but happy to be posting! Thank you so much for all the love on my last two Dunk fics, much appreciated! Been wanting to post but was waiting for inspiration to strike and finally, it did :) Hope you enjoy! Minors pls DNI, 18+ only! (No beta we die like men, will come back later lmao)
Warnings/what's included: Smut, size difference, missionary, unprotected sex, wrestling (is that a warning?), explicit descriptions of sex, light breast play, established relationship w/ Dunk (can’t think of anymore but will update if i do later lol)
"I don't know if this is such a good idea…" said Dunk, hesitating as you got into a fighting stance.
"It's alright, Dunk, we're just sparring. Besides, you need the practice and Egg is still too small." you told him, though the look on his face portrayed his reluctance.
"You're not much bigger." he remarked, and you laughed.
"It's not about size—it's about endurance. That, I have plenty of." you said with a playful wink that made his cheeks and ears turn red.
"I don't want to hurt you is all," Dunk admitted, his bowed head and downcast eyes making him resemble a kicked puppy dog. Your smile softened as you closed the distance between the two of you, cupping his face in your hands.
"You won't," you assured, kissing his forehead gently. Dunk's eyes closed, and he eagerly leaned into your touch.
You'd known from the moment you first laid eyes on him that he was a gentle giant—the way he slouched slightly to make himself less intimidating, how loosely his arms had encircled you when you embraced. But you had also seen his strength on the tourney field—his ability to drag an opponent by their feet like they weighed nothing. If there was a way you could help him gain some precision in that, you wanted to try.
"First lesson—never let your guard down." you told him softly as your hands pressed against his chest, giving him a firm but not overly powerful shove that sent him tumbling backwards onto the soft grass. You wasted no time—leaning over him and holding his arms down. Dunk gasped, looking up at you in surprise.
"That's cheating," he practically whined, earning a chuckle from you.
"You think some lord's son wouldn't do the same if he could?" you tell him, and Dunk nodded, conceding his point. "You're big, Dunk—but your opponents might be quicker, more agile. You have to anticipate their attacks. Don't let them get too close, especially if there are weapons involved."
You knew he was likely aware of this already from his time with Ser Arlan, but a refresher never hurt. You had been on the road for about as long as him and had picked up a thing or two about self-defense. A young woman traveling on her own ought to know how to protect herself.
"Can we try again?" he asked. You nodded, rising to your feet and helping him up. You began by showing Dunk a more solid stance than he'd had before, guiding him into the right position.
"The key is to plant your feet so it's harder to knock you down." you said as he found his footing. You pressed on his chest once more and this time, he didn't budge. "See? Just like that. Very good."
You smiled, noting the blush that reappeared on his face at your praise. You went on, showing him the different moves you knew at a slow rate so he could see every little detail and how to replicate it. Eventually, you got to one that required him to sweep your leg to knock you over. Still, Dunk hesitated.
"It's alright, Dunk. I'm not made of glass. Just go slow, I'll be fine." you reassured him.
After a moment, he nodded and you both got into position, your hands raised in defense. Dunk slowly stepped forward, one hand going to your shoulder as he hooked his foot behind your leg, following your trajectory to soften your landing. You grinned as you looked up at him from the grass before pulling him down for a kiss.
"Wonderful, darling," you told him, stroking his cheek with your thumb. Dunk said nothing in return, kissing you once more instead. You raised your leg to press your knee to his groin—though it was hardly a defensive maneuver. Dunk groaned softly, pulling away to look down at the sight.
"Is this part of the lesson?" he asked, voice coming out huskier than before. You smirked, capturing his lips in another, more intense kiss as you pressed a little more firmly against the growing bulge in his breeches. Dunk moaned quietly into the kiss and started to rock his hips, though you knew you needed more. Dunk whined when you moved your knee but quickly understood when you wrapped your legs around his waist. Gathering you in his arms, he carried you to your tent—thankful you'd convinced him that it was a good investment for your travels. There, he laid you down and for a moment, there was only the collective sound of your quickened breath as you both hurried to disrobe.
"Gods, you make me ache…" you heard Dunk mutter as he stroked himself to the sight of your naked form beneath him. You couldn't help but moan as you tugged him back down, kissing him roughly. Your hand slipped between your bodies, trailing down his strong chest and slightly soft belly (which you adored), to grasp him.
"Fuck…" Dunk cursed lowly as you guided him to your pussy, drawing another, louder moan from him when you started rubbing his weeping cock-head through your slick. You were already wet enough to take him with relative ease, lining him up and letting him press just the tip inside, working yourself open for him.
"I'm ready…" you muttered against his lips, voice trembling with need.
Dunk held your gaze for a moment longer—always wanting to be certain—before slowly pushing inside you. You buried your face in his neck, muffling your moan as he let out a choked off groan. Dunk looked down at where you were joined, his expression one of pure reverence and just a hint of surprise—even after your many times together, he still seemed shocked that he fit inside you.
"You can move, Dunk…" you told him, almost begging as the need in your voice took over.
Dunk kissed you, claiming and tender as he obeyed, rocking slowly at first before your nails scratching down his back spurred him on to increase his speed. Your body seemed to move of its own accord, your back arching and your hips rutting up against his as a string of moans escaped both of you. You could hardly think as Dunk thrusted in and out, his mouth finding your nipples, sucking and lavishing each with his tongue. You cried out against his shoulder, fingers twined in his hair as your pleasure built—a pleasant tension in your lower belly that seemed apt to burst every time his cock found your sweet center. Still, you held on—wanting to make it last.
Dunk wasn't fairing much better, breathing heavily between low groans and curses as he pumped into you. Your warmth pooled around him, squeezing him so tightly he thought he might spill on the spot. Despite this, he continued on, rolling his hips and reaching between you to rub your clit with his thumb, eager to feel you fall apart on his cock. You moaned his name, sending little frissons of pleasure through him at the knowledge that you were close. Dunk pressed on, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back into you, reveling in the sound it earned from you and the sudden gush of wetness he felt around him. After only a few more thrusts, you were hurtling over the edge, clamping down on him as the pleasure overtook you. Dunk barely pulled out in time, gripping himself and rutting rapidly into his fist before spilling onto your thighs with a loud groan.
You were too far gone to care about the mess, curling into Dunk's side when he laid down beside you, still catching his breath.
"I think… You shouldn't train me." Dunk said after a moment, making you laugh.
"Perhaps not," you agreed, tracing the faded scars that littered his chest. "We'll find you someone."
"Not that I didn't enjoy our… lesson." he added, and you grinned, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
having a job is very weird bcos by and large your coworkers will be a variety of ages and you will not all be at the same stage of life. your coworker will be like, well I’m off home to spend time with my husband & child, what are you going to do with your evening? and you’re like, well, I plan on playing Rollercoaster Tycoon for as much as it as possible
