SHOOTINGELM MASTERLIST
A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS
SER DUNCAN THE TALL
makes his lady feverish (blurb)
rugby!dunk au
all over me
pledge your fealty
modern!dunk
blue dream
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SHOOTINGELM MASTERLIST
A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS
SER DUNCAN THE TALL
makes his lady feverish (blurb)
rugby!dunk au
all over me
pledge your fealty
modern!dunk
blue dream
blacksheep99 on AO3
jack o'connell mainblog scannainscanrula
reader rubbing herself on dunk’s tits what who said that
genuinely this got me goinggg
18+ (smut, riding, dunk being dunk, what the ask says)
he didn’t question it. one second, you were whining and running your hands all over his bare chest, still damp with river water. you squeezed at his biceps, then his pectorals, then ran your hands down the soft muscle of his abdomen until you could rub your palm against the line of hair beneath his navel.
the next second, you were pushing him down onto the shingled riverbank and clambering onto him, your pussy bare to the cool afternoon air. dunk did what he was instructed, simply laying still with his tunic balled beneath his head, his large hands finding the curve of your hips.
“oh, dunk,” you whisper as you finally straddle his chest, pussy wet where you part your thighs to fit around his mass. you wobble a little as you lower yourself, and the slick folds of your cunt find the corded fat of his pec. you mewl, the contact firm against your puffy clit. “ah, dunk, oh gods.”
tell me how to do it .⋆♱
trailertrash!daeron x reader
-18+, unprotected sex (p in v), dirty talk, oral sex f receiving, light spanking, power dynamics, messy/sloppy sex annnnddd semi-public sex (established casual relationship!!) mention of masturbation and ofc cum play! sorry ab any misspellings xoxo!!!
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Dunk likes when you scratch his chest during sex.
His arms are fine, maybe some nail marks on his thighs. But his chest…
Gods it drives him crazy, bringing his eyes down and all those scratches on him like he’d been attacked by a bear.
He gets so turned on, fucking you senseless on the bed and all you can do is grab onto his chest while you squirm below him.
He loves the pain, the neediness, and your moans of desperation. Loves holding on to your wrist tightly against his chest so your nails stay digging into his skin.
His chest is so broad, it feels like a tiny pinch so it’s nothing to him. But he enjoys the pain and how you keep scratching the shit out of him.
And when you’re both cumming and in bliss, you’d feel so bad after and give the red scars some kisses. You’d try to heal them but Dunk wouldn’t let you, taking his time to pamper you after sex like the true knight he is
But Dunk fucking loves it, he shows it around like a badge of honor when he’s shirtless or fuel to get him off later when hes alone.
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this image sends me into early ovulation
ser duncan the tall in love with you headcanons (sfw and nsfw)
cw: some nsfw, mdni 18+, afab!reader, fluff, mentions of kinks, breeding kink, mentions of sex, suggestive language
a/n: my first dunk post, kinda nervous. english is not my first language.
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♡ brings you flowers from the fields
♡ most of the time he is too shy to give them to you himself, so he leaves them somewhere for you to find every morning
♡ one of his ways of showing affection is doing literally anything you ask him or just mention. he will literally do anything he can for you and then say it’s not a big deal because he genuinely believes that
♡ carries everything for you and if you let him would carry you everywhere too
♡ he is not good with words but the way he looks at you is louder than any sweet confessions
♡ his jealousy is subtle and lowkey cute. he would just glare at the other man who occupied your attention and then try to win you over back by making you laugh or bringing you a pretty thing from the forest
♡ would literally die for you. more than once
♡ he asks Egg for advice on how to court properly and genuinely tries his best because he is very afraid of overstepping or disrespecting you accidentally
♡ he is very attentive to details when it’s you, so he remembers everything your favourite
♡ loves when you ask him to do something for you and gets excited as a kid
♡ accidentally says something so blunt it sounds very inappropriate, and just stares at you, flustered by himself
♡ if you compliment him in any way, he just stands there dumbfounded, hoping it wasn’t a joke
♡ he is the happiest when you are laughing or happy yourself
♡ he is always aware that he is just a hedge knight and constantly reminds himself he isn’t marriage worthy, but you look up at him in such a way that makes him forget everything immediately
♡ he is so sweet, you literally melt at every awkward but genuine thing he says to you
♡ would sell everything he has just to buy you something he thought you might like
♡ probably will never dare to kiss you first, despite dreaming about your touch every day and night, afraid to offend or scare you
♡ when he helps you mount a horse his hands always linger on your waist, as if he can't help it. it kills him internally every time, and he feels very bad after
♡ he blushes so easily, you can't help but tease him about it, making him blush even harder
♡ sometimes gets overly excited and accidentally overshares about how he sees your future, talking about marriage and kids with such happiness, it makes your heart melt, even though you are barely betrothed
♡ he is mortified when he realises he just said all this to you and starts apologising for pressuring you
♡ sometimes he relaxes and lets his thoughts wander to how it would feel to kiss you, to taste you, to press you under his weight or perch you up his massive frame. after, he can't even look you in the eyes for a few hours because he feels guilty
♡ stares at you any given moment he has, literally can’t help himself
♡ one time the naughty in him won and he peeked on you getting changed. it felt so good in the moment but so bad after that he immediately confessed to you of what happened, fully expecting you to never speak with him again
♡ and yes, dunk felt bad about it, but still stroked himself many nights to the memory of your naked form
♡ the man is oblivious. you can throw the most unhinged and perverted lines at him, and he will assume you are just being nice to him and feel even more guilty for even having a thought of something dirty
♡ confesses his feelings to you accidentally, dazed by the bliss of the happy moment of you laughing and smiling at him or hugging him, he just blurts out love you and looks at you in awe
♡ his kisses are inexperienced but all consuming, his big hands grip you tight, pulling you impossible close to him, his mouth literally devouring yours, making your knees week
♡ then pulls back with “you liked that?”. eyes full of genuine hope.
♡ he is completely unaware of the effect he has on you. every time it surprises him that you find him physically attractive, especially that you love how big he is. he melts and gets turned on simultaneously
♡ once he knows his love is mutual he becomes more confident in physical touch. scoops you up any moment he can, throws you over his shoulder when you are being bratty, pulls you in a big hug when you are upset, bends you over the nearest surface…
♡ he is very inexperienced but he is devoted to the task. once his hands are on you, he is locked in
♡ will ask "you sure?" hundred million times because he is terrified of hurting you
♡ has special relationship with your period. he is extra gentle, extra attentive, extra horny
♡ he still can't get used to the fact that you love him back, and every time he receives a peck on a cheek or, gods help, you climb into his lap, he is just watching you like a startled animal, thinking he is dreaming and it will end soon
♡ this man has the nastiest breeding kink ever. he definitely wants you to be the mother of his children but he also simply loves filling you up
♡ proud munch. you can’t stop him literally. would beg on his knees with “just little more, please, please, m’lady”
♡ his fav positions are headlock and cowgirl. having you fully under his body and watching you struggle to take him all in are his favourite things to watch
♡ dunk is a pleaser and he would literally do anything for you happily, he is the type of guy who on your ‘i love you’ answers with a shy smile and a ‘thank you’
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms + in memoriam: Baelor 'Breakspear' Targaryen
A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS 1.01 The Hedge Knight
DUNCAN WHO FUCKS YOU IN A HEADLOCK
ooo this gentle giant … gimme that cookie right now
“i’m sorry. i’m sorry, m’lady. so fucking sorry.”
the position dunk had you in was brutalizing, your hands clawing at his forearm as he held you in a headlock, his other arm splayed across your stomach, pushing your back into his front. you both were kneeled on his bedroll, the fire light dancing across tree bark and soft grass as your moans echoed throughout the air.
duncan had pounced on you the second you came back from cleaning off in the stream, a little shy in the fact he watched the water trickle down your breasts as you washed yourself, yet unabashed in the way he fucked you relentless. his oversized cock split you in a half, each rut of his hips leaving you a whimpering and mewling mess.
“o-oh god,” you cried, dunk’s hold getting softer as gasps of air spit from your lips. all though he couldn’t help his desires, this was still dunk — your dunk, and he would never hurt you.
breath tickling your neck, duncan’s moans were loud in your ear, the sounds of his pleasure stirring you on further. you loved the way he fell apart, each fibre of his being submitting to you as he made his only goal to make you feel good.
“i swear on my honour,” dunk whispered, his voice coarse with pleasure. “that i will never hurt you. you’re my girl, okay? remember that.”
giving him head and looking up at him with big, soft eyes and he throws his head back in pleasure but also because he’ll cum right then and there if he stares at you for too long
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modern!duncan x reader wc: 3k warnings: drug use/smoking, slight intox, grinding, handjob, oral sex (both), piv sex, unprotected sex, light body worship (dunk is a tit man), hair pulling, very light dom/sub dynamics, sort of lyonel x reader also. there is something there
author's note: this isn't really meant to be rugby dunk but it could be. this was meant to be a 4/20 fic lol enjoy!
You guide Dunk through his first time getting high. Sponsored by Lyonel, of course.
PETER CLAFFEY as SER DUNCAN THE TALL A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS | 1.01
let me tell you something!!! let me tell you something!!!!
smut under the cut. sweat kink!?????
ik dunk is a sweaty man like 90% of the time.
despite the fact that hes MASSIVE which basically means hes constantly retaining body heat, hes also a nervous wreck! whenever theres roads to traverse or work to be done you can trust theres a layer of sweat rolling off that man. he finds it incredibly annoying. the pommel of his sword slips out of his hands from time to time, and his clothes stink from the constant perspiration. he thinks if height wasn’t a factor he would scare people off from scent alone. but YOU however, you love it.
mutual masturbation with of!dunk…him and reader facing each other and wishing desperately that they were touching each other but all they can do is watch and imagine!!!
onlyfans!dunk x reader.
this is so hot, but i truly don't know if dunk could handle without breaking. i think he could if you were making out already, and then you slipped a hand down and started touching yourself, and he could talk dirty to you just the way he's learned you like and guide you through it. i think dunk would just need to be involved and wouldn't be able to stand watching you touch yourself without offering himself to use for your pleasure.
but may i also suggest, reader filming a video of herself masturbating for the onlyfans (cough definitely not to seduce dunk cough).
maybe reader has started to get an inkling that dunk wants her, too. and she starts testing the waters. so she texts him and suggests that since he's done solo videos of himself for the channel, maybe she could do a video touching herself, too.
and dunk's mouth goes dry the second he reads that. he tries to think of a reason to tell you no and there isn't one. and he knows it makes him a perv, and a bad friend, but he wants to see so badly. so he gives you the go ahead.
dunk's surprised how fast you upload. had...had you already filmed it before asking him? and he tried to convince himself he was going to be a good person and not look, but soon as he sees that screenshot close up of your hand down your panties, he can't help himself.
first thing he notices in the video is that you're wearing his shirt. you'd borrowed it last time you were at his and it's huge on you. absolutely swallows you up. and he watches as you go from playing with your tits through the shirt and rolling your hips against a pillow, to sliding the shirt up to reveal the first lingerie set he bought you, to pushing your hand into your panties and moaning and whining as you play with yourself.
dunk swears he doesn't even realize he's touching himself until he cums, right as you do.
it's only then he notices what you'd titled the video: 'thinking about my man'.
yeah… i’m not going to survive long haired dunk…
Dunk x travel companion fem!reader nsfw! smut!
Dunk, and the way he watches you on your horse, pays attention to the motion of your hips as you maintain your seat, the way they roll against the saddle. He pays heed to the sliver of space between your pelvis and the leather, when the gap closes and when it reappears. With lungs heavy as lead in his chest, he knows to look away, to steal glances as to not stare, until eventually the shame overtakes him and he nudges his heels into Sweetfoot. In an effort to kick himself out of his lustful haze, as if physically moving from the feelings that sent blood rushing to his groin would prove effective.
Oh, how these images haunt him. He wishes he'd never seen this, hates himself for taking notice. 'Frustration' could not even begin to describe it. These thoughts intruding while he's mending, resulting in the poke of a finger by his own needle. When you sigh with bone-tired relief as you settle into your bedroll beside him. When he catches your scent as you breeze past him to rinse off a long day of travel in a creek. He seeks his own solitude, his mouth watering as he works himself to an aching bliss, fist around his cock at the thought of you, at the way he imagined you'd taste. Your mouth, your neck, slick with sweat from the sun. Or lower, between your breasts, your belly, at the very crux of your legs. His hand disgracefully lacking in the looming shadow of his imagined feel of you, to the point he struggles to look you in the eye the following day. This was past improper, and certainly no behavior for a knight to be so consumed by lust.
But was it simply lust? He felt in such ways that he could not explain, like the way his heart would swell in his chest when you'd smile at him, or—Gods forbid—laugh. Or the way he'd delight at the chance to pay you a favor, as if his very purpose was fulfilled by completing the simplest task for you. And, oh, when he'd return from the market and cook a meal to share, he'd nearly buzz with joy as you ate with him. Your satisfaction left him feeling whole, and any praise sent his way set his pulse pounding high in his throat.
Revelation comes on the day you seek his touch, when his desires become manifest and you share the taste in his mouth. And later, when he finally inhabits that precious space beneath your hips, when he is fortunate enough to watch you roll them against his thigh, feeling you move beneath his hands as he assists you in each motion. When he asks, begs you to do the same on his face, to his mouth, because Gods, he needs to taste you.
At your word, he settles himself beneath you, inching to rest his head between your legs where they brace on the grass. Nearly shedding a tear at your kind touch as your fingers weave through is hair to cradle his skull in your palm. His heart racing, cock pressing painfully against his breeches at his view. Tongue darting to wet his lips, fingers pressing into your thighs, he waits eagerly for you to ease down onto him.
Mercifully, you do and Oh, this surpasses every dream or fantasy his mind had conjured. So soft, silky, and slick along his tongue. The thick, heady scent and taste overtaking his senses, he felt you were melting into his tongue, salivating now with every single slide against it. All thoughts slipping from his mind unless they involved serving you in this moment.
Be still… Move where she puts me… How does she sound when I flatten my tongue? When I soften it? When I point it? Be good for her, be gentle… Seven, anything she wants. It's hers, I'm hers.
Dunk felt as though he was made to be here. This his sworn duty, and he couldn't strive for a more worthy charge. He let out a groan, high and hedonistic into your flesh, gripping into your thighs as your fingers tighten in his hair. You roll your hips back, swirling your clit around and across the tip of his tongue. You share a look then, his intoxicated eyes taking in the unbridled pleasure in yours. He moans against you again, lids falling shut as he slides his palms along your skin, gliding against the hairs that grace the tops of your thighs as he seeks more contact.
More than content, he was euphoric. He knew this was plain when, between your own sweet sighs, you'd pointed it out to him. How much he was enjoying this, how perfect he was doing, how good he was making you feel, how handsome he looks beneath you, how pretty he is. He was throbbing against his breeches until suddenly, he's spilling untouched into the fabric. While his hips twitch and lift from the earth, he manages to keep his head still for you as his climax tears through him. His moaning turned desperate, vibrating right into your flesh as you rock harder against his mouth. Dunk knows nothing anymore. Nothing past your taste, your fingers gripping his hair at the roots, your voice as you praise him, as you keen in pleasure. He would spend the night here, he may even muster the courage to ask, to beg you for it.
Through the blood roaring in his ears, he hears you curse above him, feels your skin trembling against his as you chase your own release. Dunk obediently holds himself still as you rut against his mouth, dazed in a drunken stupor as he watches you move above him. Your hand falls, catches your weight in the grass above his head as your own climax takes you. Dunk notes your fatigue, encouraging you to roll onto your back through the aftershock. You relent, shoulders pressing into the soft earth below before broad hands pull you by your hips. Dunk's head is still notched between your legs in a display of greed you had not before witnessed in the knight. He kisses your still sensitive cunt, slow and salacious, and as lovingly as he'd kissed your mouth earlier that eve.
Dunk revels in the sound he pulls from you then at a simple swipe of his tongue. Hoping to recall what you'd liked most, and where. Determined to study every twitch and sound you'd make under his mouth, to see if he could commit them to memory before you pushed or ordered him off of you. Dunk sought to savor every second of what he hoped would be a very long night.
thanks to my go-to @ladyoftheelm for beta reading! <3
I have NOTHING appropriate to say 🥵😮💨 NEED this man like I need fucking air, GOOD LORD