#kotsk

finally got this out of my system :)

A/n: Nothing will make me hate this man!

You found him near the stables, brushing down his horse with slow, careful strokes.Broad shoulders moving.Sleeves rolled up.Those massive hands doing gentle work.

Biting your lip, your fingers dug into the fabric of your dress.You cleared your throat softly.

Duncan nearly jumped out of his skin.“Y-Your Grace!”

You smiled, warm, slow, dangerous.“I heard you took care of my adorable little brother while he ran away,” you said lightly. “I cannot fault him of course.”

Your smile faded just a touch as you thought of your elder brother, jaw tightening.“But I am very pleased to know you didn’t abandon him once you learned who he was. My sweet little Aegon.”

Duncan shifted awkwardly.“It weren’t right to leave him, Your Grace. He’s a good lad.”

You stepped closer.Much closer.So close he could smell your perfume.So close his eyes had nowhere polite to land.

“Is there any way,” you asked softly, voice almost a purr,“I could possibly thank you for your kindness?”

He stared determinedly at a beam in the stable roof.“A knight doesn’t need thanks, Your Grace.”

You hummed thoughtfully.“Hmm. That won’t do.”

Another step, your finger tapped against your cheek, now you were practically pressed to him — the ridiculous height difference forcing you to tilt your head back while…everything else was very much in his line of sight.

(You had chosen this dress on purpose.)

The neckline dipped.Generous.Unapologetic.Chest lifted. Body hugged by soft black and red fabric.

Duncan swallowed so hard it was audible.His ears burned red.“Your Grace,” he whispered desperately, still refusing to look down.

You leaned in closer.“So brave in battle,” you teased softly.“So terrified of a little princess.”

His hands clenched at his sides.Then you smiled sweetly.

“Perhaps a kiss?”

Silence.

Duncan’s brain shut off.“A…a kiss?”

“Just one,” you said innocently. “For being my brother’s knight.”

He stared anywhere but at you.

At the wall.

At the horse.

At the sky beyond the stable door.

Anywhere.

“I—I shouldn’t—”

You rose onto your toes. Still barely reached his chest.You sighed dramatically.“Oh dear,” you murmured. “You’re too tall.”

Then you placed your hands on his forearms — thick muscle under your fingers.“Ser Duncan,” you said softly, “would you be kind enough to lean down?”

He hesitated like a man facing execution.Then slowly...so carefully, he bent.

Your faces finally level.His breath stuttered.Your lips were inches away.

“Good knight,” you whispered.

And you kissed him.

Soft.

Brief.

Sweet.

But enough to ruin him forever.

When you pulled back, his eyes were wide, stunned, glowing.

You smiled wickedly.“Thank you again for protecting my brother.”

Then you turned and walked away like nothing had happened.

Behind you, Duncan stood frozen beside the horse.

Heart pounding.

Face burning.

Soul officially pledged.

Egg later found him still staring into space.

“Did she knight you with her mouth?” Egg asked.

“dany smiled shyly. it was sweet to laugh. she felt half a girl again„

( Ser Duncan the Tall x fem!reader )

résumé: An exploration of what it would be like for Duncan once he’s allowed to touch and kiss you without limits. He is lovesick fool, after all.

warnings: None! Just fluff! And Duncan being in love.

word count: 747!

author’s note: nothing I write is quite convincing me yet, and I hate how often the same words repeat, god… anyway, let me know what you think. Be kind! But I might take a short break <3

Ser Duncan, who has kissed you for the first time, seems unable to stop. He had always denied himself even the simple fantasy of how your mouth might feel against his, for it seemed illogical to him that a lady as exquisite as you would desire the discomfort of his dry lips… but fortunately for him, your courage in taking the first step cast such insecurities aside.

That small, stolen peck among the night gardens awakened a hunger for touch he had long imprisoned within his heart, hidden deep inside. Physical closeness became proof that his affection was returned, and the freedom to show it through touch was… deeply stirring.

It was not long before he greeted you with a kiss upon your hand whenever you met, though you would quickly pull it away in embarrassment.

“It is not necessary for you to do that, Ser,” you whispered, and by the Seven, had you been able to blush, you surely would have. “It is far too formal.”

“If formality displeases you, then it will not be necessary for you to call me Ser,” he replied, still respecting your space. “…I merely wished to greet you properly. I have been thinking of you… well, since I opened my eyes this morning.”

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