She/Her and/or They/Them pronouns, W/W, early thirties. I put anything that catches my fancy on this blog, including art, photography, cute animals, fan fiction and bad jokes. Have a tendency to reblog about social issues.
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i think a fun little detail in a fic would be if baelors war horse was a mare instead of a stallion. haters would sort of titter about it, like it implies something about his masculinity/sexuality, like oh baelor only prefers mares on the tourney field or whatever. (I have more on this but I'll talk about that later)
anyways, baelors not a horse girl like dunk, just because I feel like really loving your animals would be seen as sort of common (again I can say more about this if anyone is interested), but he definitely has a favorite and it's this mare.
the mare is like low key rank tho, like a fearsome war horse and all, but is just evil to deal with. like the squires and grooms live in fear of this animal, and nobody can ride it except baelor. but baelor won't hear anything bad about his girl, he's like this thing has carried me in a hundred battles she can bite the grooms if she wants, stay mad about it.
and where I think this could be fun in a fic is like imagine the whole gang getting ready for a battle (or a tourney), and dunks like saddling up thunder and he hears people being like "oh someone has to go get the wench for baelor" and they are talking like mad shit on his horse like she's willful and a pig, and nothing with a cunt should have that many opinions.
but Dunk doesn't know about the horse, so he thinks they're talking about a woman. and he's like first of all since when does baelor have a lover (he's definitely not jealous), and second I can't believe they talk about the princes girl like that, like that surely is not chill. but then baelor rocks up and he's like alright where's the bitch and Dunk is like I've never heard the prince talk about a woman that way and is like a little disappointed in baelor bc that's not chivalrous.
anyway, dunk would figure it out eventually and he would absolutely fall in love with the horse (and also baelor), and I just imagine later down the line there's another battle and baelor gets tossed, and is maybe like gravely injured and dunk is like trying to get to him to rescue him, but he's already fallen of thunder and he took off so he's gotta just hop on some rando horse, and what do you know it's baelors mare, and usually nobody else can ride her but she's like I'll allow it just this once for a good cause.
and I think it all ends with the horse basically playing matchmaker between dunk and baelor because they're the only two people in the world the horse tolerates
i actually have so many more horse girl thoughts on this, and about the horses all the characters would have, just...horses man
They'd probably clonk and clatter terribly attempting to kiss/touch each other ;)
Occassional sparring between them is a rare treat for Baelor. But the man still fits into his old armor and looks forward to dust off the hammer once in a while.
Would Dunk let him win on purpose? I don't think so.
But he surely is very distracted by his bae ;)
(As always: stuff goes on Patreon first, later you can see the nsfw stuff on my Bluesky and the SFW goes here).
The uncropped version?
-> can be found here
SCHTREAMSY SCHTREAM *in a thicc german accent*
-> WHEN: Today! D'uh, Cap, when is it in MY time? Don't worry, pal. Here's the link to a countdown till the streams starts
-> WHAT: most likely the pornstar AU comic. This will be nsfw.
-> WHERE: Picarto.tv
I really, really like streams. They keep me productive and I get to chat with people. No voice, no ugly mug of mine - just some music (which you can mute if you want to).
It would be a lie to say that Baelor did not have a certain affection for Duncan’s armour. He had, after all, commissioned it himself, a fine suit of plate modelled after the kingsguard armour but fashioned in fine, dark steel.
When Maekar had first seen it, he had laughed, and asked if Baelor truly thought that someone might forget his sworn sword’s allegiance if the man wasn’t decked out in their house colours.
Baelor had expected to feel pride at seeing his sworn sword wearing his armour, perhaps gratitude for Duncan’s service, or respect for his value as a knight and a man. He had not expected to end up naked as his nameday, straddling Duncan’s armoured thigh, facing away from him, rubbing himself off against the cool metal with Duncan gripping his hips hard enough to bruise.
During the rebellion, he saw many knights taking their pleasure from camp followers without bothering to strip out of their armour. Most tried to keep their debauchery far from royal eyes, but Baelor had frequently taken advantage of his own common features to explore some of the more unsavoury elements of his command. Little need for a disguise when most still thought of silver hair and purple eyes when they thought the name Targaryen. Even after all these years as Hand and heir, Baelor still does not flatter himself that much has changed in that regard. Still, it had meant that Baelor was able to shed his finery and go out amongst his men without being recognised. One couple had stuck in his mind, a Dornish girl stripped to her waist, slim and strong and flat as a boy, astride a man all armoured in plain steel. Others, Baelor had seen fucking in the dirt, mounting whores like dogs in the royal kennels, but something about those two had stayed with him. That night he had taken himself in hand and spilled his seed over his belly, thinking of the girl’s strong, dark hand on her knight’s steel-clad thigh, and the look on the knight’s face as she had drawn his manhood out from beneath the steel. He sees the same look on Duncan’s face now when he glances over his shoulder, though Baelor is no lovely girl draped in a whore’s silks.
Two thick gloved fingers interrupt Baelor’s musings. They slide into him with startling ease, making him gasp at the sudden, unexpected delight of it, of him, this glorious knight willing to indulge Baelor’s desires to such an extent. Then Duncan spreads his fingers and Baelor whines through his teeth, instinctively struggling against the hand pinning him. “Is this it?” Duncan murmurs. “Is this what you need, my prince?”
Baelor nods, a touch frantically. He’s taken Duncan’s fingers before, more times than he can count, but with his armoured gloves everything feels different. The warm leather is rough enough that it drags against the sensitive skin of his hole with each thrust, and each of the metal knuckle plates rub along his insides. Baelor gasps and squirms, not attempting to escape but to take more, faster. Duncan’s fingers twist and turn inside him, prying him open and finding all the familiar places inside his hole that make him wail.
“Please,” Baelor begs, over and over. He wants more, needs it, he’s slippery with sweat, rocking down onto Duncan’s fingers and willing himself to stretch wider, take more. His cock is eager, flushed and leaking seed all over the shining metal covering Duncan’s leg. Duncan ignores it completely.
A Spicy Snippet inspired by the lovely @captainneedsnosleep 's delicious art. The full one shot isn't done yet, but I couldn't resist teasing the intro
**edit 6/2/26** it is no longer a snippet!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85984971
✨️begins under the cut✨️
“Dunk- Duncan! Oh-”
Baelor’s voice ended in a breathless moan. Dunk's teeth at the back of his neck made every hair on his body stand on end, and his huge hands rested heavy on his hips.
He had been in an ugly and jealous mood all evening. Baratheon was actually attending court for once, but mostly to try and woo Ser Duncan into his service. The Laughing Storm had been particularly obnoxious all evening, and everything in Baelor had wanted to drag Dunk away from him and have Lyonel thrown into the dungeons for coveting what was his.
Lyonel was safe from the dungeons, but Baelor had eventually given in to the impulse to drag Dunk away, though much more discretely than first imagined.
“My Love,” Duncan rumbled in his ear, running his lips, and then his tongue up the vulnerable line of his neck under his ear. They had not made it past the door of his bed chamber before they had been on each other, and now Baelor was here, pinned between the biggest knight in the Seven Kingdoms and a stone wall. He was exactly where he wanted to be.
Plate & Skin
Baelor would probably very much enjoy the cold metal against his hot skin. Just saying.
I'm putting them in situations ;)
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Still riding the armor smut pony :)
(I imagine Dunk feels a bit like something very rare, very beautiful and dangerous is in his hands here - a little bit like the excitement to have a falcon on your arm for the very first time....)
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First, it's on my Patreon. I treat it like an archive - you can pay a buck and see a dick (or many of them to be precise).
A bit later (maybe a week or so) it goeas on my mainly NSFW Bluesky
The crops and crumbs go here <3
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