#dunkbaelormaekar

[callmekaza]

Yeah I’m not gonna lie but my Among Us x Akotsk au was created so Dunk will be fucked nasty by Baelor and Maekar.

[thranduilland]

AU where Baelor, Brynden, and Maekar return from Redgrass to find that the Red Keep had been attacked. Jena, Dyanna, Daeron II, and Myriah are alright, their guards managed to get them to the safe room and defended it until order could be restored but Valarr, Daeron, and Aerion are missing.

The boys (Valarr and Daeron are both 6, Aerion is 3) had all been sneaking outta bed exploring when the attack on the Keep happened. They went rushing into the secret passageways and eventually popped out of an old tunnel under the ruins of the Dragon Pit. They were too afraid to go back and in their little kid brains they assumed everyone was dead, not helped by seeing smoke in the sky when they looked towards the keep.

Dunk (aged 16), doesn't follow after Arlan. Instead, he goes off running in grief and pain to hide in the ruins of the dragonpit, which was his and Rafe's favoured haunt. There, he finds the boys. They're terrified, but Valarr notices that Dunk's injured and asks if he got hurt in the attack on the keep. Dunk explains that he got hurt trying to avenge his friend who was murdered. The boys are horrified, but they help Dunk to tend his leg anyway.

Dunk asks what they're doing in the pit, they tell Dunk that they need to get out of the city. That it's not safe anymore, but they can't articulate why other than 'the bad men killed everyone!'. And Dunk doesn't really want to stay in the city either, given the Gold Cloaks killed Rafe. So, he just shrugs and guides them outta the city.

Aerion's blatant purple eyes and silver hair should have probably been a hint about their identity, but dragonseeds are not rare in Flea Bottom and Dunk just assumed he was a dragonseed. Same for Valarr and his silver streak and purple eye. It doesn't help that they all give him bullshit names. Valarr is Val, Daeron is Ron, and Aerion becomes Arry.

Dunk spends the next month or so quietly freaking out like 'oh my gosh, I just became a single father of three!!' but he's leaning in to it, you know? He wanted a family, and Rafe told him to go out and find a family, and he has. He is. He will.

Dunk teaches the boys how to forage for berries and things. He and Rafe had learned as a necessity when they just could not get any coin for any food in the City. They'd learned how to trap and skin animals from an old, kind ranger who had seen no harm in teaching them, and now Dunk teaches that to the boys, too.

They travel from village to village, earning coin from odd jobs here and there. Dunk helps to build a barn for a farmer, and gets enough coin for new coats and things for the boys, because the clothes they'd been wearing when he'd found them were good quality, but not made to stand up to the harshness of the road. (just assume they weren't wearing anything with dragons on it at the time of the attack)

A baker in one town gives them food and teaches them to bake in return for Dunk helping the baker's son chop enough firewood to replenish their stocks for the approaching winter. Passing hedgeknights teach Dunk the basics of sword fighting, but they're not willing to take on a squire, especially not one with three kids trailing in his shadow. Dunk learns whatever they're willing to teach him, anyway.

Daeron starts having dreams around the age of 10, Dunk packs them all up and heads to the Isle of Faces, because he's always heard stories about the Green Men. The spend the next nine years on the Isle with the Green Men and the small group of Children of the Forest that survive hidden there. Daeron learns how to quiet his dreams enough that they don't haunt his every waking moment. Dunk, Valarr, and Aerion all learn the arts of war from the Green Men. Aerion learns how to properly process his own emotions (it is a work in progress).

Eventually, Daeron dreams of a tourney at a ford covered in ash. There are dragons there that Daeron and the others need to meet... Daeron and Valarr remember their time in the big Red Keep. They remember being carried about by the men they called father, before Dunk. They remember the women they once called mother. The know that there is a chance these dragons they're to meet at Ashford are the fathers they long thought dead.

On the other hand, Aerion doesn't remember anything before Dunk. In his mind, Dunk has always been his father, and Valarr and Daeron his eldest brothers, that's just the way things are and have always been and he's fine with that. Still, if Daeron and Valarr are going to Ashford, then Aerion will go with them, because they're his brothers. He won't be separated from them. Dunk's coming too, of course...

They pass by King's Landing, all of them eyeing it warily, and trying not to get to close to it. In the Kingswood, they meet the party of Lyonel Baratheon, traveling to Ashford. Lyonel has visited the Isle of Faces now and again over the last few years and he's happy to see them. They agree to travel together the rest of the way to Ashford.

In Ashford, Baelor catches a glimpse of Valarr and rushes to follow after him. Seeing Valarr is like getting punched in the gut because Valarr reminds Baelor so greatly of himself, and of the boy his eldest son could have been... Valarr knows he's being followed, but not by who and he doesn't figure that out until he pops up at the Elm looking wide eyed at Daeron and Aerion, and they all turn to find Baelor there.

Baelor looks from the boy who could have been his son, to the boys who looks so much like his lost nephews and there is... there is no way this is just a coincidence, right? It cannot be. There's just no way! There's shouting behind him and he turns to find Maekar rushing to catch up with him. They'd left the Kingsguard far behind.

They're all just staring at each other, and then Dunk comes wondering back to the Elm like 'hey, I made new friends! This Apple Boy is so ni- uhm. Boys. Have we been getting into trouble?'

Valarr, Aerion, Daeron: No, dad! Dunk: Right. Why do I not believe you? Aerion: It's not even my fault this time! It was Val! Valarr: Well, fuck me, I guess, little brother! Aerion: You're the one who led them straight here! Valarr: I wanted back up to deal with whoever was following me! Daeron: Never considered myself to be backup. I'm not sure I like it. Leave me out of it next time! Valarr: Ugh, as if I was talking about you, Ron. I meant Arry and Dad! Aerion: What do you want me to do about it?! I'm not punching some princes for you. Dunk: Princes?!?! Daeron: You didn't hear the royal party arrived? Dunk: I was too busy being plied with cider. Sorry. Daeron: Ooh, was it good? Dunk: Very good! We've been invited to- Valarr: Can we please focus? Aerion: No, but if we keep going, I think the one that looks like me might burst a blood vessel! Dunk: Arry!!! Aerion: Oh, that's mean, right? Sorry! I'm working on being a better person! Valarr: Why am I fucking related to any of you?! Why did the gods curse me like this?! Daeron: Now who's being a little drama queen? (at a sputtering Baelor and a fuming Maekar) I am so sorry about them. But hey, on the plus side, it's nice to see you both survived. We weren't sure about that for awhile, actually! Valarr: Ron! Stop talking, you're just going to make things worse! Daeron: DEFINE WORSE, VAL?!?!

Next thing you know, Dunk, Baelor, and Maekar are all having panic attacks while the boys argue over whose fault that is... Eventually, it ends up being Baelor/Dunk/Maekar... and Valarr gets his own personal set of guards to keep him from running off to go become a Green Man for real because he doesn't wanna be king ever... (they all survive the Spring Sickness)

[thatredobsessedgirlie]

{The Hammer, The Anvil, and the poor Sword between them.} a.k.a. Two dilfs and a clueless guy

||A/N: So I did not expect you guys to actually reach the goal in TWO DAYS?? Thank you, and now, a promise is a promise, a bet is a bet.||

[WARNINGS!!! MINORS DNI 🛑: oral m!receiving, creampie, multiple rounds, gangbang, gay sex for the win, dick contest, somnophilia, facials, till dawn we are here bitches

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There had been a banquet held, in honor of a son born from Prince Valarr and his wife, Kiera. Valarys, they had named him. And unlike his unfortunate siblings that did not live to see two moons, he had lived to see one year, and it was a cause for celebration.

Duncan had been stationed near Aegon, by Maekar, of course. The young prince had a tendency to run off and somehow cause more trouble than befitting his size.

The evening was going well and peaceful, well, for Duncan and the other Targaryen family members. Maekar and Baelor were engaged in a private and very…very inappropriate verbal battle.

Which escalated to Duncan being called away to Baelor’s chambers, and told nothing of why.

Duncan entered, clad in his Kingsguard armor, so pure.

In Baelor and Maekar’s hands? Oh, he would be more defiled than when Maegor challenged the Seven.

“Ah, yes, ser, would you assist me and my dear brother in a…predicament we have?” Baelor said so regally, which perfectly fit the heir to the Iron Throne. His face was kind, yet, held something.

Maekar, however was sitting in a plush chair, scowling, as always.

“W-What predicament, my prince?-“

Duncan swallowed, as Baelor was taking off his cloak and rings.

“You know what to call us in private, Duncan.” Maekar corrected sternly.

“Ah- yes- sorry my pri- Maekar, B-Baelor, what is it?” Duncan stuttered, he would have liked to blame the incense, or the heat, or anything really. Totally not because the two hottest men in the entire Realm was infront of him.

“You see, ser, my brother and I cannot reach an agreement, and need your opinion. He seems adamant that his manhood brings you more pleasure than mine, ser, is that true?”

Baelor and Maekar looked at Duncan, and he awfully felt like an aurochs being stared at by two hungry dragons.

“I- I wouldn’t-“ He blushed furiously as he stuttered.

“Not to worry ser, my brother and I have come to an agreement for a contest, with you, as our judge.”

Baelor came closer to Duncan, and unclipped his cloak so swiftly, Duncan couldn’t even load it into his thoughts yet.

“M-Me?-“

“For fuck’s sake, quit with your stuttering and get your damned armor off.” Maekar hissed.

“Patience brother, you’re scaring the poor man.” Baelor hushed. Duncan kept silent on the fact he became hard from Maekar’s tone, though, they’d see soon enough.

Duncan scrambled to get his armor off, and soon, he was just in his simple shirt and pants. Baelor suddenly kissed him, and he moaned into the prince’s mouth as Baelor’s tongue explored his.

He didn’t quite register hands on his clothing, until cool air hit his bare skin. He shivered slightly, then another hand palmed his crotch, making him whimper.

“You like this, don’t you, whore.” Maekar hissed from behind. Then, his underwear was pulled off, and his semi-hard cock sprang free. Ginger hair surrounding it. It was like two predators to prey, the way the brothers looked at Duncan.

Baelor turned away briefly, while Maekar had his turn tasting Duncan’s mouth. He returned with a fine silk sash, his own. It was crimson red, and well made.

“Close your eyes, ser.” Baelor murmured, as he wrapped it over Duncan’s eyes.

“Baelo-“ Maekar hushed Duncan, as soon, the sash was secured. “On your knees.” Maekar pushed Duncan down as he yelped.

It felt like eternity, as Duncan kneeled on the plush carpet, hands on the floor aswell. Maekar and Baelor were undressed, then, Baelor spoke once more.

“Now ser, the first test, is whose cock you choke on more, and fills your mouth the most. You can handle it, ñuha jorrāeliarzy.” The pet name made Duncan shiver with excitement, his own manhood already leaking.

“Tsk, such a slut, already leaking from mere touches?” Maekar mocked Duncan.

The test began with no warning, when a tip met his lips, nudging, judging from the musk, he knew it was Baelor’s. Living amongst the hedges and such gave Duncan many skills, including a good sense of smell.

He gave a long lick, earning a muffled groan, as he took the entire thing into his mouth. See, when it was Baelor’s it was a bit girthier than Maekar’s, veiny, aswell. Duncan set a slow pace, up and down, his sucking was as eager as a dog to a bone.

Suddenly, the cock was pulled out with a pop, and another went into his warm mouth. This time, judging by the stronger scent, and a slight curve to it, it was Maekar’s. He made it quite obvious when he set the pace instead of Duncan, making Duncan gag.

The thrusting stopped when some whispering was made, and then, Duncan was allowed to set the pace. Most likely Baelor had to calm his brother down, and remind him of their contest.

It was alternating, different patterns, so Duncan couldn’t identify whose cock was whose. A loud groan echoed in the chambers when the first load was bursted into his mouth, and Duncan swallowed obediently.

About four more loads of cum were shot into his mouth, some of it ending up on his face, making for quite a view to Baelor and Maekar.

“Up, sweet boy.” A voice coaxed him, Duncan was so cock drunk, he just obliged like a sheep being led by a shepherd.

He was guided on all fours on the bed, then his chin was held, tapping on his cheek until he regained some of his sanity back.

“Ser? Duncan, sweetling, it’s time for the second test. We’ll call the first one a tie, since you enjoyed both. You did not disappoint us, such a loyal man.”

If he were a bit more sane, Duncan would have probably had the energy to feel ashamed as to how his still-hard, red, leaking cock sprang against his stomach due to the praise.

“This one, you’ll have to guess whose inside you, make sure to answer correctly, we’ll touch that mighty sword of yours if you do, but if you get it wrong, you can’t finish. Understand?”

Duncan nodded eagerly, Baelor smiled, before joining Maekar behind Duncan. With no warning at all, Duncan was entered violently, making him shout out a moan as the bed creaked and his hands gripped the sheets.

“M-Maekar?-“ He gasped out.

“Wrong.” Baelor’s voice replied. Duncan swore under his breath as Baelor thrusted harder, and faster, finishing inside Duncan. And poor Duncan, still hadn’t cum ever since the contest had started.

Atleast the brothers decided to be merciful, because the next cock that entered him, was slow, and set a steady pace. If Duncan didn’t think it through, he might have guessed it was Baelor, but thought otherwise.

“…you’re- ngh Maekar-“ He almost cried when a hand finally wrapped around his leaking manhood, and pumped fast and skillfully. He came hard, coating whoever’s hand was pumping him. And most likely staining the sheets.

Again, like the first test, the thrusting and timing was randomized, no pattern. Duncan only could guess right about three times, after being finished inside of for about three to four times.

He collapsed onto the bed, tears soaking the silk around his eyes, overstimulated as his cock rubbed against the linen while either Baelor or Maekar thrusted into his poor arsehole.

“I- I don’t know-“ He choked out.

“Guess sweetling, that isn’t an answer.” A voice whispered, and Duncan cried out, back arching when the cock inside of him thrusted hard, hitting that spot and making him cum, and splatter piss aswell.

“‘M sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ Duncan sobbed in overstimulation, sex-drunk and filled with pleasure.

“Shh, shh, you did so well my dear ser, just one final test, hm?” Baelor helped him up, Maekar aswell.

“Just pump our cocks, and guess who is in your hand.” He recognized the voice to be Maekar’s.

Duncan nodded, ever so honorable and obedient. Once his hand was guided to a manhood, he set about his pace, pumping fast but also knowing to curl over the head, his tongue licking in between.

“…Baelor?” Duncan guessed, and judging by a grunted compliment while sperm was splattered onto his face, he knew he was correct.

Then, another was guided into his hands. Hairier, and a bit thicker. He knew who this one was, but he wasn’t going to guess. He wanted to have his pleasure first.

“I don’t know this one.” Duncan whimpered oh so innocently, slowing his pace, until a hand gripped his hair harshly.

“Don’t slow, fucking whore.” Maekar gritted out, and Duncan felt victorious.

After a few more rounds, Duncan’s hands were aching, and so was the rest of his body. He was finally guided to lay back against the pillows. As both men kissed his eyes and forehead and cheeks, taking off the blindfold.

“I’m so proud, dear boy, so very proud.” Baelor praised him. He and Maekar cleaned Duncan up with damp rags and oils to ease any aches. Bruises and hickeys littered Duncan’s body, but he could care less. He’d rather have lovely scars from his lovers than have nothing at all.

He was going to murmur a question, but was silenced with a kiss.

“Shhh, rest, sweetling, you’ve earned it.” Maekar had hushed him, as he lay on his left side, holding him, while Baelor lay on his right, carressing his hair.

Duncan could not have been happier.

Duncan from hours before would have probably thought : Who was the winner? But he was not a sane Duncan, no, he was a satiated Duncan.

And with the warmth of his lovers, the humming of Baelor and the soft snoring of Maekar, Duncan slept.

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|| A/N: Longest fic I’ve probably written, I hope you monsters (lovingly) enjoyed it! 😛 criticism and tips are welcome, see yall on the next one!

[callmekaza]

Just finished Ready or Not 2. Might have another AKOTSK au soon about Dunk and the Targaryen Family