“What Do You Believe In?” “Creation.”

19 | she/they. I’m as friendly as a rabbit!

[cnnxk]

—writer, college student, horror fanatic. I write nsfw content

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · Domino Effect (18+). I like to think that you had seduced Dunk into your bed one evening when you were both lonely in an i

[cats4dayssss82]

Peter's body literally makes me horny 😈🔥

Gifs from @aegonsdrunkenpoetry

[dearlizzies]

look at my cutie

[blackflame-archive]

Finn Bennett

↳ Olly - Prisoner S01E03, 2026

[haggravated-lassault]

Hannibal (2013-2015) // The passenger (2023)

[ioncoeur]

[cnnxk]

Absolutely feral

[the-darklings]

what a great day to be a finn bennet AND backrooms stan.

[ghostlybfgf]

the happy trail is making me feral

[cnnxk]

Modern! Aerion fics! QUICK

[the-darklings]

what a great day to be a finn bennet AND backrooms stan.

[louloucake]

oh my goodness 😭 stubborn lady finally running well and truly away from dark!dunk— through the woods or something, and he just takes you right back home like he’s dealing with an escaped horse! of course a mare’s gonna run away if the gates unlatched…. maybe he’ll carry you but if you keep fighting him he’ll have to drag you like aerion 😵‍💫

dark!dunk carrying you back home after you've tried to run away ˚˖𓍢ִ໋

the woods were a blur of green and brown, the damp earth cold and sharp under your bare feet. twigs scratched at your arms and legs, but you didn't feel it. all you felt was the frantic, desperate thud of your own heart and the burning in your lungs. you had to get away. you had to.

it was a thought that had been building for weeks, a slow-dawning horror that had finally crystallized into a single, screaming instinct: this is not love, this is a cage. his constant presence, his soft-spoken warnings about the world, his gentle corrections that slowly chipped away at your confidence until you looked to him for permission to breathe. you had to run.

you dared a glance back, expecting to see him crashing through the trees behind you, but there was nothing. just silence. a foolish, fragile spark of hope bloomed in your chest. maybe you'd done it. maybe you were free.

you burst into a small clearing and collided with a wall of immovable flesh. you stumbled back with a cry, falling hard on the ground. it was him. he wasn't even breathing hard. he was just standing there, his massive arms crossed over his chest, his expression not angry, but deeply, profoundly disappointed. like a master looking at a dog that has run away.

he shook his head slowly, a sigh escaping his lips. "oh, darling girl. what are you doing out here? you'll catch your death."

you tried to scramble away, pushing your body backwards but he grabbed you by your calf and dragged you back as you cried and kicked.

he bent down, hooked one arm under your knees and another behind your back, and lifted you as if you weighed nothing. you were thrown over his shoulder like a sack of grain, the world turning upside down. the breath was knocked out of you in a terrified huff.

"let me go!" you screamed, pounding your fists against his broad, unyielding back. "put me down! you can't do this!"

"hush now," he said, his voice infuriatingly calm as he started walking back the way you came, his long strides eating up the ground. "you're not thinking straight. you're frightened and confused. it's the woods. they do that to some folk."

"i'm not confused! i- i-" you sobbed, your struggles growing weaker as despair set in. he was so strong. it was like fighting a mountain.

"shhh i know," he soothed, his tone utterly patronizing, as if explaining something simple to a child. "you're running away from safety. you're running toward danger. you just don't see it right now." he shifted you slightly to get a better grip.

your fighting became frantic again, kicking and writhing. "i this- i hate you!"

he stopped walking. for a moment, there was only the sound of your ragged sobs and the chirping of birds. his voice, when it came, was cold and flat, stripped of all its warmth. "don't say that. take that back now."

the fight drained out of you, replaced by a bone-deep, soul-crushing defeat. you went limp over his shoulder, your body shaking with silent, heaving sobs. "i- m’sorry- i take it back…"

he resumed walking, his pace steady. after a moment, you felt his hand, warm and calloused, gently grip the back of your calf.

"shhh, now," he murmured, his voice soft again, full of that terrible, gentle pity. "don't cry. we're almost home. you're safe now. you're safe with me."

[cnnxk]

Domino Effect (18+).

I like to think that you had seduced Dunk into your bed one evening when you were both lonely in an inn. Complete strangers, of course. Somehow you had convinced him to fuck you in doggy style, despite that endearing nature of his that thought it only just to take you on your back. And after that night, you sought out that feeling in every other partner. You tried the biggest men. The hairiest men. Soldiers and knights. The occasional farmer from time to time. But none of them seemed to match the weight of Ser Duncan the Tall’s body or the heft of Ser Duncan the Tall’s cock… and neither did they make you feel all soft and red like a schoolgirl. It was all so.. minuscule in comparison. Until one night, you’re visiting a distant cousin in Ashford…. And what do you know? Perhaps it’s fate. He’s there, stuffing his pretty mouth with tarts. He has a beautiful face, of course, but the sheer size of him is what has you warm all over. Had he gotten taller since you saw him last? You don’t know… it’s been about six months since the two of you had shared a bed. Maybe more. But you’d recognize that familar head of hair anywhere.

And it’s no surprise (as we’ve seen in canon), that Dunk fell head over heels in love that night all those months ago. He saw you in every girl, every maiden who had a love for the lyre and a tendency to cry during sex— when he left the inn that morning, finding you had been swept away by your group of eager traveler friends, he felt lost. He had had no way to contact you, and he had never felt so thick headed. Why hadn’t he asked to send you letters? No, no… that would be crazy… stupid… you were just a lover for the night.

Still, Dunk was fully convinced that he had lost the love of his life.

Until one night, he’s searching for a tourney in Ashford… and what do you know? Perhaps its fate. There you are, across the tent, drink in hand. And you are looking at him. And Dunk knows that the seven themselves have blessed this union.

So naturally, the two of you find yourselves in bed again. This time with sweet confessions, a promise to write, and your ass and back sore the next day. Dunk staying a few days longer so the two of you can do more talking and less fucking… and then maybe some more fucking. And you decide to depart with your group for a temporary trip with him. And you find that you both are quite similar. And that Duncan is very, very kind.

Needless to say that the two of you become attached, and you become his pretty wife that he absolutely worships and adores!! And all because of doggy style on a stormy night in June. You never know, ladies.

#creams

[starsandstars]

I genuinely don’t know what to say i just wanted yall to see too

[pinkdoeweirdo]

the ultimate NO RIGHT TO BE THAT HOT duo

that’s borderline illegal at this point.

[baelwh0re]

I'd like to think Maekar woke up with this hairstyle after grounding BOTH Daeron and Aerion in one night. Together they were clearly very effective in showing their dislike for discipline.

Baelor wouldn't take Maekar seriously since then.

[noenoaholi]

sleeping together

i was inspired by this

[greenprase-art]

study of that one valarr screencap

[hammersanvil]

Fans already shipping Dunk with every single character and we haven't even got Rohanne and Daemon II yet😭