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AKOTSK. baelor targaryen -
· · ─ ·ʚ young baelor breakspear targaryen the hammer ɞ· ─ · · female pov
swinging
black box recorder
please note i will NOT allow,
SA, R4PE, ABUSE, OR ANY OF THAT WEIRD SH1T.
fluff · sfw, contains no explicit, violent, graphic, or adult themes.
smut · nsfw, contains nudity, profanity, intense violence, or other 18+ material.
angst, a strong feeling of anxiety, dread, or deep unhappiness.
PROMPT: FEMPOV 001, every word.
You were mid-sentence—something about the logistics of grain distribution in the Reach, or perhaps the latest grievances from the Riverlords—when Baelor’s fingers trailed up your inner thigh with deliberate, feather-light intent. Your voice hitched, words dissolving into stunned silence. The parchment you’d been waving for emphasis slipped from your grip, forgotten.
Baelor didn’t rush. His thumb traced idle circles through the fabric of your gown, his expression one of mild interest—as if he were merely waiting for you to finish a particularly dull report. But the heat in his gaze betrayed him. He leaned in, close enough that his breath ghosted over your ear, his voice a low, knowing murmur.
"Hm. Fascinating," he lied, entirely too pleased with himself. "Do go on."
You opened your mouth—to protest, to scoff, to say anything at all—but all that came out was a shaky exhale. His grin deepened.
"No?" he mused, fingers curling just so. "Pity. I was hanging on every word."
PROMPT: FEMPOV 002, create your story.
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AKOTSK. baelor targaryen - · · ─ ·ʚ young baelor breakspear targaryen the hammer ɞ· ─ · · female pov swinging black box recorder please note i will NOT allow, SA, R4PE, ABUSE, OR ANY OF THAT WEIRD SH1T. fluff · sfw, contains no explicit, violent, graphic, or adult themes. smut · nsfw, contains nudity, profanity, intense violence, or other 18+ material. angst, a strong feeling of anxiety, dread, or deep unhappiness. PROMPT: FEMPOV 001, every word. You were mid-sentence—something about the logistics of grain distribution in the Reach, or perhaps the latest grievances from the Riverlords—when Baelor’s fingers trailed up your inner thigh with deliberate, feather-light intent. Your voice hitched, words dissolving into stunned silence. The parchment you’d been waving for emphasis slipped from your grip, forgotten. Baelor didn’t rush. His thumb traced idle circles through the fabric of your gown, his expression one of mild interest—as if he were merely waiting for you to finish a particularly dull report. But the heat in his gaze betrayed him. He leaned in, close enough that his breath ghosted over your ear, his voice a low, knowing murmur. "Hm. Fascinating," he lied, entirely too pleased with himself. "Do go on." You opened your mouth—to protest, to scoff, to say anything at all—but all that came out was a shaky exhale. His grin deepened. "No?" he mused, fingers curling just so. "Pity. I was hanging on every word." PROMPT: FEMPOV 002, create your story.
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Idealistic & Noble: He was considered the finest knight of his time, embodying the highest ideals of chivalry, fairness, and justice. Calm & Charismatic: Despite being a fierce warrior (victor of the Redgrass Field), he was known for a composed, thoughtful demeanor, preferring to lead through presence and intelligence rather than anger. Just & Empathetic: He often advocated for mercy for defeated foes and showed genuine care for the common people, which set him apart from the, at times, more detached Targaryen royalty. Loyal & Principled: He risked his life for a hedge knight, Ser Duncan the Tall, demonstrating a commitment to what was right over his own personal gain or high status. Grounded & Approachable: Despite his high standing, he was not arrogant, nor did he indulge in flattery, and he remained approachable to all.
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You were mid-sentence—something about the logistics of grain distribution in the Reach, or perhaps the latest grievances from the Riverlords—when Baelor’s fingers trailed up your inner thigh with deliberate, feather-light intent. Your voice hitched, words dissolving into stunned silence. The parchment you’d been waving for emphasis slipped from your grip, forgotten.
Baelor didn’t rush. His thumb traced idle circles through the fabric of your gown, his expression one of mild interest—as if he were merely waiting for you to finish a particularly dull report. But the heat in his gaze betrayed him. He leaned in, close enough that his breath ghosted over your ear, his voice a low, knowing murmur.
"Hm. Fascinating," he lied, entirely too pleased with himself. "Do go on."
You opened your mouth—to protest, to scoff, to say anything at all—but all that came out was a shaky exhale. His grin deepened.
"No?" he mused, fingers curling just so. "Pity. I was hanging on every word."
He continued to caress you with maddeningly soft touches, his eyes gleaming with barely suppressed amusement at your reaction. Your cheeks were flushed, your breathing labored, and the words you'd been so eager to share had deserted you completely.
You felt vulnerable, exposed, and far more off-balance than any discussion of taxes should warrant. Yet beneath that discomfort was a growing heat that made you shiver in spite of yourself. Baelor seemed to relish the effect he was having.
"You're silent all of a sudden," he observed innocently. "Lost your tongue?"
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