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Feels like I’m going to croak from heatstroke

Speaking of stroking though. Having many thoughts of Dunk in armor (I guess partially out of in this case) and Baelor is stroking him, whispering praises, soft kisses against his blushed cheeks and swollen lips. Dunk can barely keep his hips still, panting and moaning. He comes in Baelor’s hand and onto his armor and gets the extra pleasure of watching Baelor lick it up

#smut thoughts on company time 😈#armor kink go brrrr im sorry #i’m not really sorry tbh #is this sanitary? i don’t think baelor cares #going back and forth on whether to say comes cums or spends lmao as you do #do i dare drop this in the main tag?#manual labor in a heat wave got me thinking gay thoughts. watch out #(i am okay btw. no heatstroke. it just sounded clever in my head. i’m staying hydrated and cool as much as i can)#dunkbaelor

roaldamundsen

men invented maps they had to spread on tables so they could watch each other bend over hands flat arms outstretched

bleakflamingos

Chapter 2 - Even If You're Never Awake

NSFW warning!

#ooooh i cannot wait to dive into this later #i love your little art pieces for it. so cool!#dunkbaelor

I may have wrote this on company time 👀

Yet another little addition to the growing world of this modern au.

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His legs wobbled as he stood, hands instantly reaching out for the bars on either side of him. Even with the firm hold Duncan had on the gait belt around his waist, he felt unsteady. It was humiliating, swaying as if he were some newborn struggling to get his legs on the same page.

“Breathe.” Duncan’s voice was soft, steadying in a way that had no right to be.

Baelor eased his grip on the bars, knuckles slowly regaining a bit of their color. He allowed himself two long, deep breaths, before shifting his weight, dragging his right leg forward by only an inch though it felt miles away. Pain flared through his pelvis, radiating into his hip and down his leg, sharp enough to make his knee buckle. The sudden pull of the belt dug painfully into his side.

“Gods damnit.” Baelor hissed, teeth clenching together.

“I got you.” Duncan stepped in closer behind him, one hand gently resting on his shoulder.

“I can’t… fucking….”

“Yes you can. Breathe, take a moment. What hurts the most?”

His fingers felt clammy against the bar now, eyes dropping to his feet as he breathed through the last few surges of pain. “Pelvis, where-where it normally does.”

#i am counting my 30 min unpaid lunch break as company time #really need to come up with a tag for this #just know if this is rough it’s very hot and i tried my best #i am planning to turn this into a fic. i think? thoughts on that?#dunkbaelor #spearhedge #snippets #my writing

torirosepatrocolus

first in my bloodline to read this much gay fanfiction

#a crown i wear with honor

nick--knack

briefly taking my phone out at work and looking at images of my favourite character like im a soldier in the trenches looking at a picture of their loved one back home

#every chance i get #it’s my ‘do it for them’ moment

hardsaltdilf

The DunkBaelor Exchange mods extend a very special thanks to some very special non-participants who beta-ed or pinch hit for us!

As a token of our gratitude, I made four pieces of fanart based on their prompts. All are previewed below:

For @pillbuggery who requested real swordfighting.

For @themirokai who requested Dunk and Baelor as a bodyguard and politician respectively. They also wrote a very sweet snippet here!

For @aristotless who prompted me for Dunk/Baelor forehead kisses.

And for @motherrthing who gave me an open prompt. So I took inspiration from their elaboration on sexually inexperienced!Baelor/confident!Dunk. Thank you as well to the universe brain anon who submitted that prompt to @akotskficprompts.

All full size versions are posted on AO3

#i still need to leave my rambling thoughts on ao3 but these pieces are so good!#i love the way you draw them #i just love seeing dunkbaelor in every shape and form and in any universe #dunkbaelor

nikolaj-costerwaldau

A tall knight stood above him, in black armor dinted and scarred by many blows. Prince Baelor.

#where it all started #someone pointed out it looks like baelor smirks/smiles when he turns to look down at dunk #and i cannot unsee it now when i watch this #akotsk #dunkbaelor

catholicapothecary

justalittlesolarpunk

This is the foundation of all hope btw. In the words of Tolkien, 'despair is for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.'

willjulep

Prince whose noblest knight keeps insisting that he would throw himself upon his own blade to bleed himself dry of sin should his liege request it has to reassure concerned citizens, "I've never asked him to do that."