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âSweet nothingâ
Pairing: Benjicot âdavosâ blackwood x fem!reader
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Between war, blood and chaos, your husband founds himself running home to your sweet nothing.
Nsfw, Benji being a tease but absolutely feral for you, bath chamber hinted sex, kissing and biting, nudtidy, groping, consent is sexy, domesticated!ben, fancast! Benji.
â Darling, did you miss me ? â You opened your eyes to find your lord husband strolling in your bath chambers.
All the servants were walking out with their head bowed down and knowing closed smiles, Benji grinned when he caught your eye, before he trailed his gaze down at your naked body, drinking you in with a smug tug of his lips, rubbing his jaw.
â I missed you.â you breathed, feeling your heart ache to touch him, to hold him, to breathe him in.
You were beginning to get out of water when Ben shaked his head, mouthing a 'love' before stripping off his clothes, one by one.
He was being torturous with the pace, he knew well how driven you were, your mouth agape as you saw him, so so long. He tossed his tunic, because teasing you was one of his greatest amusement, but then again, he was dying to be in your embrace and let everything mute in the background, and regardless to say how pretty you looked, like those sirens they talked about, luring him and he would, he would crawl and beg and plead and surrender, for you he was insane.
â My lord.â you whispered, giving him that, âI'll never sleep with you againâ look and it only took a moment before he was stepping down in the bath, beaming.
His naked body disappearing in the mist of water, you followed his movements, his smile climbing to a grin as he reached you, taking your hand and pressing it to his chest. Beneath your palm his heart was beating for you, loud and rhythmic.
â You have no idea how much I missed you.â you pressed a soft kiss on his chest, just near a bluish bruised wound. You hoped they were all dead, all of them who hurt him.
â you can always give me a idea, don't you think my lady.â He pouted, sensing your worry as he lifted you chin with his finger tip, eyes sparkling with mischief, you pushed forward your hands to cup his face, needless to say about him. He was everywhere, cupping your ass cheeks to kneading your breast, pulling your waist as he placed sweet kisses all over, like a starved man and he was, a very starved man for your love, your affection, your body and all of your sweet nothings.
â I missed this.â he bited at the crook your neck, you arched back, allowing more access.
â And ? â you asked because Benji liked that, liked knowing everything that swirled in your mind, to know what you thought about everything and nothing.
You couldn't see him as he was sliding down your body, open mouthed kisses all over your skin while you tugged at his soft hair, but you knew how stupidly he would have smiled.
â And this.â he bumped his nose to your navel, looking up to meet your gaze.
â Tell me more.â you whined, dropping your head back, Benji wrapped your legs around his waist, taking you out of the water as he laid you on the floor, climbing over you.
â More ? â He smiled, leaning to kiss your nose tip, then claiming your in hard embrace and clatter of souls, his lips soft and warm and sweet.
You were flushed under him, you didn't dare look between him and you because the hard length that pressed against your thigh was enough proof of how madly you drived him crazy.
Benji watched as your breath hiccuped in your throat, watching your heart swell and eyes dazed with lust, like blown back.
âsay it my sweet love.â He was propped on his elbows on either side of your head, his own voice shaky, he wanted nothing less to dive inside you, take you all and leave nothing, to devour and to worship you. But he needed you to say it first. âc'mon sweetheartâ He nuzzled his nose at the side of your neck, breathing in your scent, humming along.
â yes...Ben.â you bited your lower lip as his shaft was leaking with pre cum, weakening your legs and the pressure in your pit grew, dazing your senses.
â huh.â Ben perked up, relaxing in a smirk, pecking down your jaw as he raised one eyebrow, like he didn't listen. Bastard.
â T-take me.â you demanded and pleaded and that was all he needed to hear, before his lips parted in a gasp, He's bloody going to moan every sweet nothing out of you. Oh, how sweet.
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Turn Your Cloak
Benjicot Blackwood x readerÂ
+:âż One Shot âż:+ part 2
Summary: Youâre a Velaryon/Strong princess, daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen. You have unhappily left Dragonstone to travel the RiverLands on a marital tour. A marriage to untie the RiverLands with your mothers claim. CW: MDNI, afab reader, violence, misogyny, SMUT, drunk sexual relations, fingering, biting, cum play (sorta kinda), alcohol consumption, mention of arranged marriage, proposal. A/N: your honor, I do not care if he aint bloody ben⊠he got me during my ovulation cycle so heâs getting a smutty one shot.Â
Word Count: 6K
You swore, pleaded, and begged your mother not to send you on a marital tour. You wanted to fight for your mothers claim, for revenge, with your dragon Silverwing. A giant beast whose loyalty to you was greater than any other.
You did not wish to be paraded around the realm as if you were a ladder for a house to climb towards the crown. But you knew it was inevitable.
Your mother had no desire to betroth you to the only eligible Targaryen. Nor did Alicent have any desire to wed her trueborn son to the bastard daughter of Dragonstone. And now it was impossible, blood was shed and war was afoot.
In the gantry of Dragonstone, Silverwing stood beside you as you begrudgingly shoved your hands into the leather of your riding gloves. Her feeling your unhappiness nudged you with her snout as she often did. It used to push you to the ground but now you were used to it. You ran your hand up her snout, smiling softly as her nostrils flared and her eyes blinked slowly at you.Â
Though your smile faded once you saw your mother entering the mounting dock. As she smiled somberly upon you, you looked away from her defiantly. âMust I go?â You asked, your gentle tone thinly veiled your anger.
She stepped closer to you, âI was once in your position myself. The idea of marriage itself once greatly disagreed with me.â She said with a tilt of her head, attempting to console you one last time.Â
You turned to her, âThen why send me off?â you said in a huff.
With a huff in return your mother began her lecture, âThe Riverlands would be an invaluable asset in this war. Deamon has already complicated our position there enough.â Her passion rose in her voice, and her eyes narrowed, âA marriage to a respected house would strengthen our support. But I do not wish to pick a suitor for you, a luxury that I was not granted.â She sighed, letting go of her anger. Understanding your position. âMarriage is partnership. Find someone who you can lean on, someone who has the humility to lean on you. As I did with your father.â She said softly.
You sighed, stepping closer to her. âNo one will want me. It will be a great jest to them.â You whispered to her.Â
Your mother looked upon you with confusion, âWhy would you-â
âJurnegon rÈł nyke, muña. Nyke gÄ«migon iksan kostĆba. Äzma hen Perzys ïżœïżœnogÄr. Eman jorrÄelagon syt ziry, yn issa gÄ«da naejot mirre iksan daor Äzma hen lopor se embar.â âLook at me, Mother. I know I am strong. Born of fire and blood, yes. And despite my love for it, it is clear to all I am not born of salt and sea.â You spoke in High Valyrian in an attempt to hide your words from outsiders.Â
Your mother looked around paranoid that there might be ears around. She turned to you, holding your cheek in your hand, âEmÄ se Änogar hen uÄpa Valyria isse aĆha Änogar. IksÄ iÄ zaldrÄ«zes kipagÄ«ros. DÄrilaros hen sÄ«kuda DÄrÈłti. DÄrilaros naejot DriftmÄrki. IksÄ iÄ TargÄrien. KonÄ«r iksis daor iÄ lentor bona ivestragon daor.â âYou have the blood of old Valyria in your veins. You are a dragon rider. Princess of the seven kingdoms. Heir to Driftmark. You are a Targaryen. There is not a house that could refuse you.â She said with hard eyes and a strong conviction in her voice. Attempting to convince you of your own importance desperately.Â
You sighed, looking down. âLÄ« vali jaelagon nyke syt ñuha Änogar se daorun tolÄ«. Jaelan naejot jorrÄelagon se sagon jorrÄelatan.â âThose men want me for my blood and nothing more. I want to love and be loved.â You said, the sadness in you grew, and Silverwing let out a small whine as she felt it too.
Your mother looked upon you sweetly, seeing so much of herself in you. She ran her hand along the length of your hair, âNyke nykÄla iksin daor biare naejot sagon wed naejot aĆha kepa. Yn isse jÄda kesÄ Ć«ndegon, hÄnka. Hae nyke se aĆha kepa gĆntan. Se riñar kessa sagon aĆha rovaja biarves. KesÄ dohaeragon aĆha gaomilaksir lÄda rĆvÄgrie rigle. Mazverdagon bisa ojĆ«dan syt aĆha Änogar.â âI myself was not happy to be wed to your father. But in time you will find commonality. As I and your father did. And children will be your greatest happiness. You will serve your duty with great honor. Make this sacrifice for your house.â Her last words were the words of a ruler, not a mother. But you understood her position well enough.
You look towards Silverwing, whoâs loving eyes look upon you.Â
You thought for a moment, even if you married a man you would never be able to take you away from your dragon. And with your dragon, youâd always be free.Â
You let out one last defiant huff, âWhat if they are all old and terrible?â You asked like a child.
Your mother sharply exhaled through her nose as she smirked at your attitude. âFly safely, sweet girl.â She said as she kissed your brow before leaving you to fly.Â
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As you flew over the Riverlands, you approached the large plot of land that the good Lords of Riverland picked for you to receive suitors. You could see the crowds of men like ants below you.Â
Part of you wanted to command Silverwing to burn them all, the other half of you wanted to keep flying and not look back. However neither part could hold sway in this. If you wanted revenge for Luke, or Rhaenys, you would need to play your role no matter how unpleasant it may be.Â
As you landed, the men attempted to remain calm and composed. However as Silverwingâs weight shook the ground, and her roar crackled through the air, the men took cautious steps backwards and tried to hold their gasps to themselves. You smirked to yourself as you dismounted.
âYou are late, Princess.â Ser Lorent, a member of your mothers Queens Guard said to you.
You bit down on the finger of your leather gloves as you pulled them off, âWell then weâd ought to proceed in haste.â You said with a mischievous smile.Â
âIntroducing, Princess (Y/N). Trueborn daughter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and Lord Leanor Velaryon. Heir to Driftmark, the future Lady of the tides and master of ships.â Ser Lorent announced as you sat at the makeshift throne theyâd created for you.Â
And so the vieding began. One Lord after another, giving you the same speech of how honorable their house is, and how loyal they have always been to your mothers inheritance. Soon your patience was running thinner, and thinner.Â
It was only when an elderly man approached, and began speaking to his worth for your hand. You scoffed to yourself as he did so shamelessly, âMy Princess, If chosen I will ensure your safety-â
You interrupted him, âTell me Lord Chambers, how do you plan on protecting me when you are older than my own Grandsire?â The old man stared at you, his mouth agape as the other men began to snicker, âIt is a reasonable question.â You finished.Â
âMy Princess,â Ser Lorent said under his breathe in annoyance,Â
âI mislike old men who think themselves worthy of any woman.â You said to him quietly.Â
He sighed âNext,â Ser Lorent called out in a huff.
As you saw the next plain faced boy walking towards the front of the line you turned back to the knight beside you, âSer Lorent, I am quite tired and quite famished. As is Silverwing.â you said in a desperate attempt to finish this marital tour early.Â
As you stood from your seat, Silverwing cried out and the thunder in the sky rang. Clouds gathered over the Riverlands, and the winds began to shift. However you were undeterred, paying no mind to it, you continued to walk towards Silverwing who was already laying close to the ground for you to mount her.Â
Ser Lorent however came towards you, grabbing your arm gently. âA storm approaches,â Ser Lorent warned you.Â
You looked upon the sky, ready to crack at any moment. But then shaking your head and then resuming your strides towards your beast. âSilverwing has seen worse.âÂ
âI do not think that is wise, my Princess. Silverwing has seen worse in flight but you have not. You lack the experience.â He called out over the skyâs loud rumbles.Â
He spoke truly, and it frustrated you. You spun around looking towards him, âWell what would you have me do?âÂ
Ser Lorent looked behind him, raising his hand presenting the men that stood there, âWe've the Lords of this Land here, theyâd be more than honored to offer bread and milk to a Princess.âÂ
You were not at all thrilled by the idea of it. Though as the sky began to crack, and the water fell from the heavens above you, youâd no choice. âWhat of Silverwing?â
Ser Lorent was much more concerned with your own well being than that of a dragon, one that could manage fine on its own. âLeave the beast for the night-â
You shook your head, and retorted quickly, âI will not leave Silverwing. Sheâs mine.â You said with strong conviction.Â
He huffed, growing more frustrated by your stubbornness. âMy Princess, the only place with large enough land to accommodate such a beast would be the Raventree Hall.âÂ
âWho occupies it?â You nearly shouted over the growing rain,Â
âThe Blackwoods, my Princess.â Ser Lorent shouted back, loud enough for the Blackwoods to hear it.Â
Lord Blackwood almost appeared out of thin air as he approached you with his seven sons. The sight made you exhausted at the idea of being under a roof with them, âWeâd be most grateful if you and your dragon accept our guest right, my Princess.â You thought of it for a moment, but with no choice you nodded hesitantly, The Lord looked giddy like a child as he turned to his nephew behind him, âBenjicot give the Princess your cloak for Gods sake.âÂ
The lad came to you, holding a black and red cloak. He did not look you in the eye but stared at the ground as he approached you. Once he stood face to face with you, he looked down into your eyes. You felt a shiver down your spine, surely it was due to the frightful weather. He gently placed the cloak upon your shoulders before giving you a slight respectful nod, âMy Princess.â
You looked at him with curious eyes, âI thank you.â You said to him, earnestly.Â
âFly your beast to the fields of RavenTree, our men will take care of you.â Lord Blackwood shouted.Â
You nodded, then mounted Silverwing, âRÈłbÄs, dokimarvose, Silverwing! sagon gÄ«da, rÈłbagon, dohaerÄs, sĆvÄs!â âFocus, pay attention, Silverwing! Be calm, listen, obey, fly!â You shouted over the thundering rains now roaring through the skies, commanding your beast. To which she as always eagerly obeyed.Â
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In Raventree you sat at the head of a large dinner table with the rest of the Blackwoods. You awkwardly picked at the food that was being served to you on the finest plates they owned. All the while Lord Blackwood went on and on about their houses' histories. All that you could stand but your patience was tested when the Lord Black wood began to say⊠âIt would of course be a great honor, the highest honor, for the Princess to consider one of our sons-â
Benjicot placed his fork down loudly, as he kept his head low looking over to his uncle, âUncle, I am sure the Princess would rather eat.â It was as if he could tell the question offended you.
You looked at the dark haired man sitting beside you. His eyes met yours for only a moment before he looked away. You wanted to thank him, but could tell his comment only upset his uncle.
Your eyes stayed on Ben as you said, âI thank you-â Before turning your head to his uncle, âfor your hospitality. And I thank you for your⊠proposals.â You said politely, attempting to hide your discomfort.
Lord Blackwells attention then again turning back to you smiled as he leaned forward at the other end of the table, "I once vied for your mother, the Queen Rhaenyra's hand, before she wed Ser Laenor. I always liked her spirit. She had the true blood of the dragon. Just as I see it in you.â He said with a smile, you suspected it was to be a compliment but it only made you feel dirty.
âUncle.â Benjicot said under his breath, glaring at his uncle. You could feel the hostility emanating off of him.Â
His uncle glared back at him, and rather than allow an altercation to take place you interjected.Â
âYour house honors me, my Lord. I thank you, and the crown shall not forget your service. However, it has been a long day, and I spent many hours on dragon back. I should bid you all a pleasant night.âÂ
The Lord bowed his head, âOf course, my Princess.â He turned to a handmaiden who stood behind him holding a large bottle of their wine. âJeyne, take the Princess (Y/N) to her chambers.âÂ
As you followed the handmaiden to your chambers, your loyal knight Ser Lorent followed closely behind you. âWho are you considering, my Princess?â He asked closely to your ear.Â
You breathed a sigh of relief allowing your snarky personality to resurface, âI am considering many things. None of them are any of those men we saw today.âÂ
You reminded Ser Lorent of the most annoying parts of your mother when she was young. He huffed, âIf you do not select a suitor, my Princess⊠The Riverlands-â
âWould now surely turn their cloaks, I know it.â As you reached your chambers, you turned to him, âAllow me to sleep. Iâll have an answer on the Marrow.â You conceded.Â
He nodded somberly, âGoodnight, my Princess.â He said before leaving.
You did not sleep however. Your mind was restless. Of all the men you saw today, none offered you anything. None of them seemed to have any humility. Nor did any excite you. You stared out the window of your chambers, watching Silverwing lay in the fields of Raventree. She sighed restlessly, just as you did. You hated leaving her in such weather, but as the rains let up, you grabbed the cloak the blackwood nephew offered you.Â
And so you snuck out of your chambers, so kindly given to you by the Blackwoods. With the intention of riding Silverwing back home and begging your mothers forgiveness and pray she doesnât decide on a match for you.
However as you tread through the wet grass and mud towards your gorgeous beast. You unexpectedly were confronted with a rowdy group of Blackwood boys drinking from two large jugs of ale. You stopped in your tracks and stared at them with wide eyes, to which they returned the same look of shock when they saw you. Their loud speaking, laughing, and singing came to a stop once they saw you.
âMy Lady!â One of the boys said as he hid the jug of ale behind his back.
The one beside him smacked the back of his head, âSheâs not a lady, sheâs a princess!â The other loudly corrected.Â
You raised your hands up, âSh!â You commanded, not wanting Ser Lorent to hear.
The eldest looking one began to stammer, âPrincess, I- I apologize we thought you were abed.âÂ
You waved your hand in dismissal, âItâs quite alright.â You wrapped yourself in the cloak for warmth, âItâs your home.â The boys looked at you with confusion. They did not want to question a princess but they really had no idea what you were doing out in the fields after such a storm. âI could not find sleep. So I took to a walk.â It technically was not a lie.Â
The boys looked at you in silence, unsure of what to say or do. Until the younger boy revealing his jug of ale from behind his back, âWeâve ale-âÂ
The boy offered you, but soon a familiar voice rang out within the group of lads. âA Princess does not drink our shit ale.â Benjicot said as he stepped forward.Â
You however did not need your honor defended against a drink. A drink you so badly needed, âIâll drink it.â You said stepping forward and grabbing the jug and taking a swig.Â
And soon enough you were as tipsy as the rest of the lads, and walking along the fields of the Blackwood land. You found yourself actually enjoying yourself. The boys were kind, and amused you. In fact you couldnât think of the last time youâd laughed.Â
The boys gasped as they saw your large beast fly across the sky. Her form covers the light of the moon for a moment.Â
You smiled as you looked upon her, âSilverwing. She bonded with me when I was a girl the age of ten and two.âÂ
âCan we ride on it?â The younger blackwood boy asked innocently.Â
âDonât be daft, the beast would eat you alive!â The eldest boy said, scolding his younger brother.Â
Amused you smiled as you pasted the jug of ale back. This time Benjicot took it from you. His hand gently brushed against your own. When his warm skin touched your own, you felt a chill. As if youâd never been touched before. You looked into his eyes. He didnât seem so hard, his gaze was warm. You didnât want to look away, and you didnât want to move your hand. And from his stare you could tell neither did he. Until his gaze was ripped from you as six other men approached from down a tall hill.
Ben took the jug of ale from your hands, âBracken cunts.â he grumbled as he stepped in front of you, âTake the Princess back to Raventree Hall.â He ordered as he glared at the men approaching you. Though none dared to touch you.Â
âFitting!â One of the men in yellow said, âA bastard belongs with a Blackwood.â They laughed.Â
âWhat did you say?â Ben hissed, attempting to step towards them but one of the other blackwood boys held him back.
The man in yellow pointed at you, âThe bastardâs dragon ate five Bracken cows.â He shouted.
Before Ben pushed his cousin off of him but before he could do or say anything else, you spoke up, âI would see to it that your house was given their worth doubled for your trouble. But your words are treasonous and above all a great insult to my mother the Queen.â You spoke calmly but your tone was dark and deep.
The Bracken stifled a laugh, stepping closer to you, âYour false Queen mother is a whore. What Velaryon has hair like that?âÂ
Benjicot stepped closer to the Bracken, blocking his path to you, âYou wouldnât dare.â He said, holding onto the hilt of his dagger. Ready to take the Brackens tongue for his words.
As your heartbeat rose, a large thud shook the ground beneath your feet. Silence that followed rang loudly. But not as loudly as the rumble of a heavy growl Silverwing made as the large ghastly beast began crawling down the tall hill. She began to open her mouth, with the heat and light of fire emanating from it.Â
âDaor! Likiri, gaomagon daor nÄbÄmagon, Silverwing!â âBe Calm, do not attack, Silverwing!â You commanded, and she obeyed. She let out a sigh, and a whine, eager to protect her rider.Â
âJikagon, kisalbar va tolÄ« nuspes.â âGo, feast on more cows.â Your command pleased her well enough as she took to the sky once more. The flap of her wings and a large gust of wind pushed some of the Brackens into the mud.Â
Your eyes went back down to the Brackens, âI just saved your very life. You might wish to thank me, by leaving my presence.â The men scattered, running back over the hill.Â
Benjicot turned back to you, âIâll see you to your chamber.â He said with a huff as he walked past you.Â
As you followed the lads back, they were silent, aside from the youngest Blackwood making a few comments of how exciting it was to see a dragon up close. To which his older brother smacked the back of their head.Â
Once Benjicot and you reached the door to your chamber, he stood there for a moment, trying his hardest not to look at you. As if he were restraining himself from something.Â
âI enjoyed myself tonight. You have a charming family.â You said attempting to ease the awkward silence.Â
His eyes finally found yours, unable to resist your gaze any longer. As you looked up at him, his dark hair messied from the night wind. His nose was slightly crooked no doubt from another fight. Something he seemed to enjoy. You found his temper to light a heat within your body. As did his gaze. It was lustful and warm.Â
Your eyes fixated on his lips, heâd a small scar from his top lip to his nose. Perhaps it was from when he was a babe, or again, another fight. You didnât know but wanted to, it was strange you had no interest in any man other than ogling at the nice looking ones from time to time. But you never had any interest in them as persons.
As your eyes still lingered on his lips. You looked back into his eyes, to see he himself was fixated on your own lips. He began to lean in closer to you, and you began to lean in closer to him.Â
But he regained his control over himself, he bit his lower lip in restraint. Shutting his eyes, and swifting walking away. Leaving you in the hall.Â
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You did not return to your room. No.Â
You went back to the fields. You felt as though you were proven right. No man would want you. You were a bastard and the subject of many jokes amongst the highborns. Why would he want you?Â
Your emotion took hold of you, regrettably. It was apparent as Silverwing began to crawl towards you, whining as she felt your pain. You loved your bond but hated that it would impact her in such a way.
So you embraced her, running your hand against her scales as you sang softly to her. âDrakari pykiros, TÄ«kummo jemiros, Yn lantyz bartossa, Saelot vÄedis. Hen ñuhÄ elÄnÄ«: Perzyssy vestretis, Se gÄlÈłn irĆ«daks, Änogrose, Perzyro udrÈłssi, EzÄ«mptos laehossi, HÄrossa, letagon, AĆt vÄedan, Hae mÄrot gierĆ«li: Se hÄros bartossi, PrĆ«mÈłsa sĆvÄ«li, GevÄ« dÄerÄ«.â âFire breather, Winged leader, But two heads, To a third sing. From my voice: The fires have spoken, And the price has been paid, With blood magic, With words of flame, With clear eyes, To bind the three, To you I sing, As one we gather, And with three heads, We shall fly as we were destined Beautifully, freely.â She purred and chirped at your song, calming her just as you knew it would.Â
You smiled as she calmed, and in turn you felt peace as well. Until-
A familiar voice beckoned out âYour song is quite nice, your voice is beautiful.â You turned around to see Ben. You felt some anger towards him. But refused to allow him to think that you would care.
You nodded, âThank you.âÂ
âWhat does it mean?â He asked gently, much more gently than he spoke to any other person that day.
You looked at him with curiosity, âItâs a song we sing to claim them. Though I find it calms her.â You looked away from him coldy, and returned to pet her.Â
He swallowed hard, unsure of how to approach you, âI apologize for being⊠cold earlier. It was beneath me and youâd not deserve such treatment.â He said cautiously, you could tell he wished to say more but did not. He stepped towards you, âWhat are you doing here?â
You looked at him once more, your spirits softening for some reason. Strange as apologies never seemed to work on you. You sighed, âDebating whether I should flee to Pentos now that the skies are clear, or marry the oldest man who vied today.âÂ
âYou said he was older than your grandsire.â He said, holding in a laugh at the memory of your insult.Â
You smirked at him, âWell hopefully theyâd not live long enough to consummate the marriage.â
He bit his tongue as he smirked back at you, âYou donât talk like a Princess.â He shook his head.Â
You turned to face him as you stepped away from Silverwing, âOh! Youâve met many?â You teased as you walked closer to him, âWhat are you doing here?â
His smile faded, and his eyes hardened, âThose cravens cannot speak to a princess-to you as he did. They were undeserving of your mercy.â He said angrily.Â
You smirked and walked closer towards him, âRivermen are made of mud, stubborn.âÂ
Davos sat down on the ground in a huff, âI should beat that Bracken cunt into the mud.â he said as he bit on his knuckles, still fuming.Â
You however still found it not only amusing but excites your body, âI dare you.â you said with a mischievous grin, holding back a giggle.
Davos looked at you with wild eyes, blood lust perhaps. It made a shiver run down your spine as he stood and began to march back to the fields. As he was gritting through his teeth, and storming up to the Brackens still on the field. You followed him giddy, practically skipping behind him.Â
As he marched over the tall hill, he could see the Bracken that had levied insult to your parentage earlier that night. He was stacking wood, and unluckily for him, alone.Â
âOi!â Davos yelled as he and you approached the Bracken.Â
The fight was hardly fair. Not that Ben was larger or even stronger than the Bracken. But the way he fought was brutal and savage. The Bracken could not keep up with him. In the end the Bracken was a bloody, whimpering mess. And Ben was bloody, and dirtied from the mud.Â
As he got off the Bracken, he was panting from exhaustion, but once his eyes fell back onto you, his gaze softened.Â
It grew a heat in your body. As well as a guilt. You walked up to him in hast, your eyes clouded by lust. You grabbed his face into your hands and kissed him deeply. His hand found your jaw, attempting to pull you deeper into the kiss as if it were possible.Â
Afterwards, you and Ben practically dragged one another back to Raventree and more specifically back to your chambers.
You began to disrobe. Beginning with the cloak heâd given you earlier that day. âI think I might be a poor influence on you, My Lord.â You said as you threw the cloak onto the bed.
âOr I you.â He said as his eyes roamed your form lustfully.Â
You kicked your muddied shoes off, âMayhaps both.â You began to untie the laces of your gown, âStill⊠Tonight was anything but dull.â You were left in your shift and small clothes. âEven when you are drunk, you fight very well.â You said as you crawled onto your bed.
Ben walked up to the end of your bed, looking down upon you with undignified thoughts, âAh, well, those bracken swines couldnât fight a babe.â He rasped, âI shouldnât be swearing in front of a Lady, a princess no less.â He said as he cupped your cheek as you kneeled on the bed in front of him.
âI like it.â You said as you took his hand, looking at his bloodied knuckles, âBesides, I am hardly a lady.â
He shook his head with a soft smile, âNo, you could be my Lady.â You looked up at him, somehow surprised by his words, âYour days would be easy and nights safe, not that youâd need it.â He rubbed your knuckles with his thumb.
Humility, was that what your mother spoke of? A man who could tell when his lady held her own?
âYou did not vie for my hand today in the woods. But you do now, here in my chamber.â It was partially a jest, and partially not. You did not wish to be bedded and discarded. You did not want another jest to be made of you.Â
His eyes darkened again, âIt is an insult to you. To have each man from their houses come to bid on your hand. As if youâre a mare to breed.â He shook his head in disgust.
You smiled softly at him, âYouâre unlike other men.âÂ
âIn what way?â He asked earnestly.Â
âYouâre not an imbecile who thinks himself entitled to me simply because youâve a cock.â You said with a smirk, and he chuckled softly at your vulgar words.Â
He shook his head, âYou owe me nothing. However I must ask of you one thing.â He said softly.
âWhat would that be?â You asked, looking up into his warm eyes.
He took your face into both of his hands, âAll I ask is all of you, forever. Claim to your hand in marriage.âÂ
You felt time slow, as if it stopped just for you both.Â
Youâd ogled knights fighting in tourneys, or sparring in the yards. Youâd met hundreds of Lords and can recall many you found comely. But none of them made you feel this way. None made your body weaken, and shake. None made your heart quicken. None made heat splash across your cheeks by their gaze alone.Â
You never thought youâd accept a marriage by a man youâd only met meer hours ago. But he didnât feel that way. He felt as though heâd been yours a lifetime, and you his.
âthat must be the aleâ you thought. And even if it was, which it wasnât, Out of all the men youâd seen today he would have been your pick.Â
You nodded, âYou have it.â
You stood on your knees on the end of your bed. Wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a gentle kiss. He sucked gently on your plush lower lip, sweetly and slowly. His hands grasped your hips tightly. Leaving dirtied and bloody hand prints on your shift.
âWe shouldnât, I am bloodied, dirty,â He said reluctantly.Â
You looked into his eyes, heavy with lust, âThen you should stop touching me with your eyes.â You smirked, and he smirked back at you, his eyes still running over your form, âBesides, I like it.â You said into his lips.Â
He kissed you passionately, and then bit your lip making you wet. You whimpered as you pulled away, slightly surprised by his boldness. âYou are a bad influence, my lady.â He leaned his forehead against your own, and looked into your eyes deviously.Â
âYour lady?â You teased
âMy Princess- my queen.â He said in a whisper as he rubbed his nose against yours.
âCall me my name,â You said with a smirk as your eyes stared at his lips.
â(Y/N)â He smiled as he stared at your lips as well. âMy (Y/N),â He whispered into your lips. Kissing you again, passionately.Â
His hands gripped your plush sides, running them up and down your back, running them through your hair, and soon enough he let go of any restraint as he ran his hand down your front, between your breasts, over your stomach, and between your thighs. You let out a small gasp as you felt his fingers move over your clothed cunt.Â
âYou ever had a man touch you like this?â He rasped into your lips, âItâs alright if ye have, I just want to know how careful I got to be.â He whispered.
You shook your head, âOnly my own.â you whispered back.
âIâll be careful,â He said as he placed his palm cupping your jaw, and his fingers tangled in your hair.
You shook your head again, this time with more conviction, âDonât be.â You said slightly louder. His eyes stared into yours, as he slipped his hand into your small clothes. Slipping his fingers into your warmth. You moaned softly, and your face contorted to the pleasure. He relished in it. Watching you take the pleasure he was giving you. Loving your sounds more than he thought he ever could. âYou feel like silk⊠VelvetâŠâ He whispered into your lips, his mouth grazing over yours. It was as if he was breathing in each of your moans.Â
You grabbed a hold of a handful of his dark hair, Pressing his forehead into yours even more, âThat feels⊠good.â You whined, âSo good.â You said as he began to kiss your neck.Â
âYou smell like dragon fire.â He said as he inhaled your scent, as if it were intoxicating. His fingers were still toying with your cunt.
He was doing such a good job, you turned your head to whisper into his ear, âYou want to ride a dragon?â You asked mischievously with a smirk.
His face left your neck, looking into your eyes with devotion, âOnly one.âÂ
You bit your lip looking at him, You stifled a laugh. âDo the biting again, maybe Iâll let you.âÂ
And so he did. He kissed you as if he were a starved man. Biting your lip as you commanded. His fingers motions quickened. He used two fingers to pump in and out of you while his thumb circled your clit.Â
He sloppily kissed you, from your lips, to the side of your mouth, to your jaw, and finally your neck. Breathing in your scent as he bit and sucked at the sensitive skin of your throat. The pleasure was so great, you felt yourself clenching around his fingers.Â
Your moans got louder, but heâd not have anyone other than him hearing them. Not let anyone know you, an unwed noble lady, were doing such an indecent act. So he pressed his mouth to yours, practically breathing in your moans to hide them.Â
You clenched around his fingers tightly as you came. You shook and shuttered as you held onto his shoulders for dear life.Â
He continued to pulse his fingers into you, helping you ride out your climax, until you were resting your head on his shoulder. A whimpering and panting mess, like the Bracken.Â
As he pulled his fingers out of your sensitive cunt, he looked at his wet fingers, taking them into his mouth.Â
You looked at him with exhausted half lidded eyes, âVulgar.â you said, as if it didnât make your cunt hungry for more.Â
âAh, but you donât taste vulgar at all.â He said as he held you closer, âYou taste sweet like wine.â You said nothing, just looked at him with confusion and a smirk, âYou donât believe me?â He asked as he pressed his lips against yours, and pushed his tongue into your mouth. You tasted yourself on his tongue, and he was right, you did taste sweet.Â
âMphmmâŠâ You moaned as your tongues dances together.Â
Your hand found the tenting bulge in his breeches, you palmed it excitedly, wanting more.Â
He begrudgingly took your wrist, âI cannot-â He said shutting his eyes, as if looking at you would cause him to break. âWe may be drunk, I may be the hardest Iâve ever been, and you the most beautiful woman I've seen⊠But I cannot.â He said, attempting to convince himself.Â
âYou do not want to?â You asked sweetly.Â
His eyes went wide at your question, and brows narrowed. âI want to, Gods know that I have wanted to sense I saw you ride that beast into the Riverlands. I thought that I would be able to, but Iâll not sully you without the Gods knowing Iâm yours.â He spoke earnestly.Â
You held in a laugh, âIâd not take you for a pious man.âÂ
You held your face in his hands, looking at you as if you were the most precious thing in the realm. âIâm not. But you're sacred to me, I donât know why.â He shook his head.Â
You smiled softly, âThen take this,â You said as you pulled off your small damp small clothes, âsomething for you to worship.â You with a cheek grin.Â
He bit his tongue as he grinned at you. He grabbed hold of your small clothes, shoved them into his breeches for later.Â
He gave you a final kiss before leaving you for the night.Â
Finally, you found sleep.Â
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The next morn you began to prepare for your flight back home.Â
As you put your leather riding gloves on, you looked out to see the members of House Blackwood coming to bid you farewell. Ben following behind, smiling at you.
Lord Blackwood approached you, âMy Princess, I do not wish to pester you. However, have you considered perhaps a member of House Blackwood?â He began to ask once again.Â
You however now had an answer, and delivered it quickly. âThe Blackwoods are an ancient house. Once ruled as kings of the Riverlands.â You smiled, âItâd be a great honor.âÂ
Ser Lorent, who was reading his horse, could not believe his ears that youâd made such a decision so quickly.Â
Lord Blackwood was eliated and attempted to remain composed. âYou honor us greatly, Princess.â He let out a breathe to calm himself, smiling widely, âPerhaps our eldest son Samwell-â
âBenjicot.â You interrupted. âIf he is willing of course. We are the same age, I feel it will make an equal union.â You explained.Â
However he was not about to deny you, nor question your decision. As long as heâd the last name Blackwood that was all that mattered. âVery wise, my Princess. Fly safely, we shall see one another again.â He smiled and you smiled back with a nod.Â
As he left you, Benjicot approached you, as he did his uncle passed him. Patting him on the back excitedly which only annoyed and embarrassed him.Â
âPrincess,â He bowed his head to you, keeping formalities in front of the knights of your mother. He held out a scroll of parchment.Â
You took the scroll, looking at the wax seal of the sigil of house Blackwood. âWhat is this?â You asked softly.Â
âA written proposal of marriage.â He said, holding in an eager smile. âSomething to show to your mother. I wish for her to understand my intentions.â He said earnestly.Â
âI should return this to you before I leave.â You said as you handed him his cloak that heâd given you the day prior.
He shook his head, âKeep it.â He said, stepping closer to you. âYouâll have something of mine, and I something of yours.â He said in a hushed whisper. You smiled softly, and Silverwing purred.
You looked at her, petting her side gently, âShe likes you, I think.âÂ
âI should hope so.â He said, intimidated by the large beast. You smirked and giggled softly, âI shall write to you.â He said as you mounted Silverwing.Â
âI would like that.â You said looking down upon him, hooking yourself into your saddle. âGeros ilas, Äva nyke Ć«ndegon ao arlÄ«.â You said to him sweetly.
âWhat does that mean?â He asked,Â
You smirked down at him, âPerhaps one day I will teach you.âÂ
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His Princess
fancast!bloody ben x targ!fem!reader
Summary: During Rhaenyras absence Jace and Baela deploy you out to deal with the Blackwoods and the Brackens, atop Silverwing. You treat with Lord Benjicot and prepare for a battle with the Brackens. You both canât help the feelings that arise from working closely together.
Warnings: 18+ swearing, drinking, blood, blades, death(not mc), burning, foul language, political plotting, oral (f receiving), p in v
Authors Note: no bc i got caught up in the plot for a sec đ”âđ«, the rider dragon bond is diff than show, I would say I proofread this like 90%
Word Count: 6.2k
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âIâm done fucking waiting.â Jace paces around the painted table cursing under his breath. Baela goes to Jaces side and offers him hushed words of support.
The council stares at Jace in anticipation to finally make an appearance in this war. Rhaenyra has been gone for days without so much as a word while Jace and Beala are getting eaten alive by the men surrounding this table. Daemon is doing Gods know what in Harrenhal while weâre on the brink of battle.
âThe Riverlands grow restless, my Prince. The Blackwoods and Brackens are at each otherâs throats. Thereâs been no word from Daemon so we must assume no one is there to rally them together.â Lord Massey states with a clipped tone.
âWe must send a dragon to amass them to our cause. Or to help the Blackwoods defeat the Brackens. Regardless something needs to be done and soon.â Lord Celtigar nods his head and looks around at his fellow vultures.
âY/N take Silverwing.â Jace turns to me. âGo to Raventree Hall. Speak with Bejicot Blackwood and do whatever it takes to get him and his men to join our other army. If you can get the Brackens to bend the knee: Great. If not: Burn them. We are done sitting aside in this war.â Jace says with a boisterous voice.
âI heartedly agree with this decision.â Lord Emmon nods his head along with the other Lords.
âThen I shall see you when I return victorious, brother.â I smile to Jace. âSister.â I smile and nod to Baela before exiting the war room.
Once in my chambers I hastily pack a couple of bags. I change into my riding armor and place my sword in its sheath down my back. I dart down the stairs to greet Silverwing before anyone changes their mind on sending us out. My dragon and I have been itching to take to the skies and begin bending knees.
âHello, my beautiful girl.â I coo as I approach her and offer her pats. âWeâve finally been given leave.â I say with a playful tone as she chuffs and turns to me.
I quickly mount her and she brings us to the lip of the cave. As she steps over the ledge she lets us free fall which always makes my heart drop. Her wings catch the breeze and we shoot forward as I wildly laugh while clinging to her.
During the flight to the Riverlands I keep my eyes peeled for any armys. I have yet to see anything concerning, but keep a vigilant watch nonetheless. We fly a couple miles away from Harrenhal, but we still faintly hear Caraxes high pitched song.
We thankfully hear no other dragons and have no vision on any armyâs as we begin our approach on Raventree Hall. Silverwing circles the castle and gives out a fearsome cry before landing on the outskirts of the city walls. I leave my bags attached to the saddle incase I donât receive the welcome Iâm expecting. Once I make it to solid ground guards start to approach, but keep their distance as they take in my dragon hovering behind of me.
âI come as an extension of the Crown. I must speak with your Lord at once.â I look to the guards expectantly.
âAnd which Crown might that be?â one guard is brave enough to question me.
âThe only rightful Crown. That sits atop my motherâs head. Queen Rhaenyra.â my tone clipped as I start to approach and then men back up.
âIâm sorry, Princess.â they all bow their heads deeply as they bend the knee to my mothers cause. âThese are strange times.â
âIndeed.â I hum as I look down at them.
âIâll go get Lord Benjicot.â one guard raises his head and rushes through the gate behind him.
I turn back to Silverwing and she seems to roll her eyes at the men behind of us. I climb back to retrieve my bags and offer her words of praise and thanks for a smooth flight. As I turn to dismount once more there is a handsome man looking up at me with a slack jaw. I look down at him with low lids and wicked smile.
âWho might you be?â I call down to him as I toss my bags next to him.
âLord Benjicot Blackwood, Ben if you wish.â he calls up to me as he falls to his knees. I smirk as I slide down the side of Silverwing and stand in front of him as he continues to look at my boots.
âRise, Ben.â I say hushed as his eyes travel up my body until they lock with mine.
âIs it too forward to say that I much like this position?â Ben offers me a wink and devilish smirk.
âIs that so?â I hum as I bring my hand to the side of his cheek. He grabs my hand with his own and brings it to his mouth to place a kiss on the back. He rises and towers above me never breaking our eye contact.
âWhat can I do for you, Princess?â he asks, smirk still plastered on his face.
âI wish to have an audience with you and your advisors in the council chambers.â I remove my hand from his and get to the more pressing matters. âI should also like live feed brought for my dragon. Sheâs hungry and I wouldnât want her to pick through your men.â I looks to him expectantly waiting to be invited inside.
âYes,â he clears his throat. âIâll have some of my guards bring some cattle. Will she harm them?â he whispers the last part to me.
âNot unless they deserve it.â I chuckle as I grab my bags.
âPerfect.â Ben claps his hands together. âThen letâs have a meeting.â he takes my bags from my hands and leads me into the gate.
He hands my bags to servants and tells them to have them brought to the guest chambers. He leads me straight to the council chambers and offers me the seat next to him. Slowly members begin to filter into the room and once everyone takes their seat Ben rises.
âGentlemen, this is Y/n Targaryen. Queen Rhaenyras first daughter. Rider of Silverwing.â he tells them, his words sounding like adoration.
âAs Iâm sure youâre all aware war is on the horizon, if not already here. After the battle of the burning mill itâs clear tensions have been high. I want to thank you for fighting in the name of my mother. I am here to ask you to pick up your swords for her again.â I look to all of them to read their expressions.
âWhat do you propose we do?â one of his advisors asks, raising an eyebrow.
âCall your banners and follow me and Silverwing to the Brackens. I shall ask them to bend the knee to the rightful Queen. If they refuse I shall burn them at your sides and we will continue on to meet the rest of our army to continue to battle and glory.â I say hoping they accept my more than generous offer.
âAnd what if the Brackens bend the knee? You expect us to fight alongside them?â another advisor speaks up, disgust heavy in his voice.
âI expect you to fight for your Queen.â my voice rises as I stand looking to him.
âWe will fight for you. Iâm just not sure if the Brackens share the same sentiment, Princess.â Ben adds, eyes shooting daggers to the advisor who spoke to me in such a manner.
âThen theyâll die.â I say flatly as I reclaim my seat.
âThen itâs settled.â Ben announces as no one else has any other grievances. âIâll be able to have my men ready in two days time.â he nods his head to me.
âExcellent. I have nothing further to discuss at this moment.â I say waving my hand.
Ben dismisses his advisors and servants flood in and offer me beverages and food. I accept a cup of wine and sigh as I lean back into my chair. This went smoother than I anticipated, but I still think there will be work to do to prepare the Blackwoods before I ask the Brackens to bend the knee.
âI must send a raven to Dragonstone.â my eyes glide to Ben who has been staring at me.
âYes, of course.â he rises from his chair quickly causing the legs to groan against the stone. âIâll fetch you some parchment and ink.â he rushes out the door and leaves me blinking after him.
I scribble out a note to Jace and tell him of whatâs happened and how I expect the meeting with the two hosts to go. I tell him Iâve secured the Blackwoods and intend to try my best with the Brackens but make no explicit promises. I seal it with red ink and hand it off directly to the maester.
âAllow me to show you to your chambers.â Ben says offering me his arm.
I look him over and decide itâs not terrible if I hang off of his arm like a simpering fool for a couple of days. Thereâs something alluring about him. I can feel the violence bubbling under the surface which excites me to no end. He begins to parade us down the halls with a ridiculous smile on his face as he looks down to every man we pass.
âHere we are, Princess.â he hums as we stop in front of a large set of double doors.
He opens the doors and escorts me in. I spot my bags on a chair near the freshly lit hearth. I peer into the bathing chambers and hum in appreciation at the small pool I have for a bath. Candles are lit throughout the chambers making them feel warm and inviting beside the dark stone and wood.
âIâll admit Iâm surprised you brought me to my own chambers and not yours.â I turn to Ben smiling as I see his cheeks redden.
âIs that disappointment I hear?â Ben cocks his head, matching my smile.
âDonât flatter yourself.â I playfully roll my eyes.
âChange and Iâll show you around Raventree Hall.â Benâs smile lingers on his face. âIf you want.â he backtracks slightly nervous.
âCome collect me in an hour.â I smile as his eyes alight with excitement as he slips out of my chambers.
Why couldnât Jace send me to a house without such a handsome flirt of a Lord. I sigh out as I fall back into my bed. I rise and begin to remove my armor. I place my sword on the bed unsure if Iâm ready to not have it on my person, armor or gown. I slip into a black form fitting gown and settle for a hidden dagger on my thigh. The sheath can only be seen if one is looking for it or if their hands found themselves traveling somewhere they shouldnât. I braid my silver hair out of my face and leave the rest flowing down my back. I go to the couch and watch out the window until Ben comes to get me.
âPrincess?â Benâs voice carries through the door followed by a couple knocks.
âCome.â I call as I begin to rise off of the couch. Ben stands in the doorway staring at me with wide eyes. âIs this not appropriate for a tour? I can change.â I look down smoothing my dress slightly embarrassed and confused.
âNo,â he breathes out. âNo, you look perfect Princess.â his eyes meet mine and I can feel my cheeks flush at his compliment.
âThank you.â I look up to his eyes and smile softly.
âA true Targaryen beauty.â he hums as he places a kiss on my hand lowering his head.
âYou honor me, Lord Benjicot.â I say flustered at his words and actions.
âBen,â he corrects me, smirking.
âBen.â his name falls off of my tongue breathlessly.
âCome, let me show you my home.â Ben offers me his arm, which I accept as he leads me out of my chambers.
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Ben and I shamelessly flirt over the next two days as we ready our host. We plan strategies with his advisors on the best way to go about speaking with the Brackens. Iâve flown Silverwing near the border and seen the host theyâre amassing for themselves. Iâll admit I hope to turn them to my motherâs cause but I can only do so much. This feud between these two house has lasted many generations and Iâm not sure that the presence of a dragon will make much of a difference.
Jace has sent back word confirming and allowing me leave to do what must be done to secure a host from the Riverlands. There has been no word on Rhaenyra much to my concern and frustration. Hopefully the next time I see her Iâll have an army raised in her name. I send another raven back stating I plan to meet the Bracken host on the morrow and will send him word of the outcome.
âAre you scared?â Ben asks me, looking over his cup of wine as we dine alone.
âI think Silverwing and I can handle this.â I shrug, biting my lip.
âI know you both can. Doesnât mean you canât be scared.â he offers me a soft smile.
âIs it bad to admit that I am?â I asked hushed looking to him.
âNo, it makes you smart. I havenât seen you fight or duel. But from looking at the armor and sword you wore the first time I laid eyes on you, I would say youâre no stranger to what may come.â he surmises looking to me intently.
âI do well with a blade, better with fire.â I smile deviously. âHow do you fare? Are you scared, Ben?â my smile widens as I suck in my bottom lip.
âWhy should I be scared? I have a Targaryen Princess and her dragon flying above me. I think I can manage with a blade from below.â his eyes filled with shameless admiration as he looks to me.
âDonât be so humble. Iâve heard your nickname and stories throughout your host.â I raise my eyebrow to him across the table.
âWhat nickname is that? Iâm afraid thereâs a few floating around.â he chuckles lowly.
âAll Iâve heard is the whispers of Bloody Ben leading them to victory. How you come out of battle covered in blood with a wicked smile painted through it.â I look to him as his smile widens.
âDoes that scare you?â he tilts his head studying me.
âNot in the slightest.â I gently shake my head.
âWe shall see if thatâs true on the morrow.â he hums, still looking over my face. âAllow me to escort you to your chambers.â he rises and walks over to help me rise from my chair.
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I rise early in the morning before the sun has started to rise. I begin fastening my hair into two long braids that flow down my back. I begin to stretch out some before covering myself in my armor. Once everything is secured I slide my blade down my back and check to make sure I have everything I should need. I quickly exit my chambers and as Iâm turning the corner I clash into a man.
âGood morning.â I look up at Benâs voice as his arms steady mine as I sway. âI was just coming to wake you.â he smiles still holding on to me.
âI always break fast with Silverwing before we do something strenuous. Would you like to join us?â I offer with a soft smile.
âIâd be honored, Princess.â he bows his head lowly as I playfully push him back.
âI thought we were done with the formalities, Lord Benjicot.â I chuckle as he regains his composure.
âOh no, you will always be my Princess.â he licks his lips as I feel my cheeks start to heat.
âMm, your Princess?â I raise my eyebrows trying to pretend my cheeks arenât the color of dragon fire.
âYes, mine.â he says lowly as he pinches one of my cheeks. âCome, letâs go get some cattle for Silverwing. I want to make sure sheâs well fed for today, along with you, my Princess.â he whispers my title into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
I follow after him as he takes us to the dining hall. He tells a servant to have a couple plates made for us and brought out near Silverwing for us to eat. He leads us out of his castle and over to the rows of stables and barns. He offers men more than enough coin and soon we have five cattle trailing behind us as we make our way to Silverwing.
As we approach we see our breakfast laid on a blanket near my sleeping dragon who is now starting to wake at my approach. Ben lingers by our breakfast with the string of cows as I approach her. I rub her snout and walk down the length of her body to her tail, trailing my hand all the way. She begins to stir and offers small chuffs. As I walk back to her head she nudges her snout into me and huffs out.
âOh come on, itâs not that early.â I chuckle as I scratch under her jaw. âThat handsome man over there has brought you some gifts.â I hum as she rises her head and looks to Ben.
I nod my head encouragingly to Ben to bring over the cows. He walks over with a stiff spine but is sure to show no fear. Silverwing stares down at him as I walk to his side. She looks at both of us and comes to eye level. I look to Silverwing like a mother warning her child to be nice.
âHeâs not your treat, heâs mine. He brought these cattle for you to indulge yourself on.â Silverwing chuffs at us and turns to the cows waiting for us to back away.
âCome.â I say, pulling Ben away.
Once weâre a safe distance away Silverwing dowses the cattle in fire until theyâre burnt to a crisp. She lays back down with a thud and leisurely begins to eat her meal. Ben looks on at the scene as I leave his side to return to our breakfast. He claims a seat next to me, still looking to Silverwing.
âSo how does that work? She can understand you?â Ben asks taking a sip of juice.
âShe can understand me, yes. We have this sort of bond. Itâs like a mutual respect of each otherâs feelings and boundaries. Kind of as if our souls are molded together as one.â I look to my beautiful dragon as I speak with admiration.
âI canât even begin to imagine the strength it takes to do that. To command the skies with her. You both are just so other-worldly.â Ben looks to me with reverence.
Silverwing chirps a soft song at Benâs words and she continues to feast upon her cattle. I smile at her acceptance and happily eat the meal prepared for me. We eat in a comfortable silence as the men begin to rise for the upcoming day.
After we finish our breakfast Ben goes to speak with his fellow commanders and finalize the plan. I lounge with Silverwing watching the men run around camp. She grumbles when some walk a little to closer for her liking and I chuckle as theyâre quick to run back. Once everyone seems scarce I rise and see that they have begun to fall into lines ready to march.
âItâs almost time for us to fly. I know not what today holds for us, but I know we will be victorious.â I talk to Silverwing patting her as I start to mount.
âA moment, my Princess.â Ben calls from afar and I turn to see him running to me.
âYes?â I return to the ground and await for him to come to me.
âI seek your favor.â he pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly. âFor luck, on our endeavors.â his cheeks become red from more than just his short run.
âI-â I pat my armor knowing I have nothing on me to offer him. âI have nothing on me to-â Silverwing chuffs and snaps a cattle bone, looking to us expectantly.
âThank you, my beautiful Silverwing.â Ben smiles widely at my dragon as he bends down to claim the now bone knife from her claws.
âIt seems sheâs taken a liking to you.â I gasp as Silverwing nudges my back pushing me into Ben.
âAnd what of you?â he hums holding me.
âI suppose I have.â I try to look anywhere but in his eyes as my face heats.
âYou have what?â he asks with a smirk, tilting my chin with his fingers so I have to look at him.
âTaken a liking to you.â I reply breathlessly looking at him through my lashes.
âMay I have your favor?â Ben looks to my lips and then to my eyes in a silent question to which I nod my head vigorously.
His lips crash down into mine and his teeth are quick to bite down on my lower lip. I gasp out and his tongue slips into my mouth to dance with mine. One of his hands finds its way to the back of my neck molding me to him. He pulls back from my mouth as our breath mingles. I kiss him quickly one more time and a smile splits across his face. He kisses my forehead softly and steps back from me.
âOur host awaits your command, my Princess.â he looks at me with heavy lids.
âBegin marching, we should make it to Stone Hedge a little after midday. If you donât see me, weâre in the clouds, but Iâll always be above you. I will see you for negotiations.â I nod to him.
âUnderstood. I will see you in a couple of hours.â he returns my nod, his cheeks still slightly flushed.
âDo not die today.â I call out as he begins to walk away.
âYour wish is my command.â he turns to me and bows deeply before continuing back to his men.
âčâââïžââșââ âïž ââșâââïžââ âč âčâââïžââșââ âïž ââșâââïžââ âč âčâââïžââșââ
I fly ahead of the Blackwood host to see if there are any traps waiting for us. We have a clear path directly to Stone Hedge. I hear no other dragons in our vicinity and sigh in relief. As we approach the outskirts we fly in closer to see if there are any scorpions that I should take out before even thinking of landing in an open field. I mark no weapons of note that make me unsure of my landing.
I circle back to our host and coast on the breeze as they make their way closer. They stop on the other side of the Brackens wooden barricade and await for my arrival. I fly over the approaching Bracken host taking in their numbers. We have about couple hundred more swords than they do and a dragon so I have no worry. Silverwing gives out a high pitched screech and the Blackwood hosts recedes allowing us land in front of them.
As we approach I can see the Brackens pushing back to their gates and chuckle. I slide out of my saddle and make my way to solid ground. The Blackwood host looks at me as if Iâm a goddess stepping onto their battle field to bless them.
âHow was the flight? What did you gather from up there?â Ben peppers me with questions on approach.
âWe have more swords than they do. There were no weapons of note that I was worried about or we wouldnât have landed here. On approach they pulled back. Iâm going to have to lure the Lord out.â I list off what Iâve observed from the skies.
âNoted.â Ben nods his head. âAnd how was the flight?â his face softens as he smiles.
âAbsolutely delightful.â my smile matches his as I look back to Silverwing.
âIâm glad to hear.â he looks down at me tenderly.
âLetâs go see if thereâs a way to talk this through.â I sigh and begin leading us to the barricade.
As we begin walking to the middle I see small group of men approaching from the Bracken side. We wait at the edge expectancy and they stop a couple hundred feet away. I groan out in annoyance as I climb over the wooden fence. Ben is right behind of me as we cross the line.
âThank you for meeting us away from your beast.â one of them says foolishly.
âMy beast?â I bark out a laugh at his audacity. âSheâs had quite the large breakfast, but surely she could always eat more?â I tilt my head, squinting my eyes at him.
âWhat is it that youâre here for?â Lord Bracken steps out from behind his men.
âBend the knee to my mother, the rightful Queen of the realm. Join your host with hers and ride with her into battle and glory.â I hold my chin high as I study them as they take in my words.
âAlongside Blackwoods?â Lord Bracken scoffs looking to Ben.
âAlongside fellow Queensmen.â I correct through my teeth trying to cool my temper at his tone and disrespect. Iâm trying to avoid what I know is coming and soon I wonât have patience for words anymore.
âWhat do I get in return? Her brazen daughter who stands to inherit nothing? Does she truly think your cunt is worth my army?â Lord Bracken looks at me with a smile as his words slam into me.
âAs if you wouldâve ever deserved her.â Ben breathes out in a chuckle and he lunges at Lord Bracken and slams the cow bone knife into the side of his throat. âYou donât speak to her like that.â he grits out twisting the bone.
The world slows as the next seconds play out in front of me. He pulls the bone out as blood splatters across his face he quickly slams it into the leg of the man next to him. I quickly grab my blade from my back and slice open the man who began to run towards Ben. The last man grabs me harshly and I grab the dagger from my ribs and slam it up into his jaw. I pull the dagger out of the manâs jaw causing blood to spray across my face. Time resumes normally and Iâm quick to hear shouts from either side of the army.
âGet to Silverwing.â Ben shouts to me as he turns to face the army pulling out his long sword.
As I run back to the barricade men begin pouring over and running past me. They keep a clear path away from my dragon and Iâm able to get to her quickly. I clip into the saddle and she shoots us into the air. We fly low as I look on at the brazen violence. We fly near the back of their lines so theyâre not safe on any front.
âDracarys Silverwing.â I cry out and the entirely of the back of their host is doused in dragon flame.
As I look down I see burning men running for their life. I fly to undefended western side of the Bracken host and Silverwing is quick to bathe them in flame. After burning as many as I could without getting too close to Blackwood men we circle our host and land at the back. I quickly dismount from Silverwing preparing to go into the thick of the battle.
A horn blows and all fighting ceases. I climb back up Silverwing to look on at the bloody mess to see whatâs going on. I see my motherâs flag raised in the center of the field. I lay back into my saddle and smile that everything is done. I dismount once more and wait at Silverwings feet for Ben to come find us and tell us of his victory.
âMy Princess.â Benâs voice carries through the crowd as they part to make way for him.
âBloody Ben indeed.â I hum as I look over him in his disheveled state.
âYouâve got a bit on you too.â he smiles wiping at my face.
âHow did it go out there?â I ask pulling back to look him over, scanning for any injuries.
âVery good.â he nods and I can still feel the adrenaline pouring off of him. âYou and Silverwing did so well. Amazing to be honest.â he showers me with praise causing my cheeks to redden under the blood.
âThank you.â I reply bashfully.
âBlushing like I didnât watch you stab a man in the jaw.â his eyes worship me as he shakes his head.
âYou are such a fool for doing what you did.â my eyes narrow on him remembering the start of this.
âI was willing to listen to what he wanted until he brought you into it.â he says approaching me. âI told you that youâre mine.â he says only audible for me.
âBen-â
âYou as a person are worth more than any army. Or any kingdom. Or any realm.â he whispers to me. âI wouldâve fought alongside all of them if it meant I could stay by your side.â his eyes scan my face as it softens.
My hands reach up to bring his face down to mine. I place a soft kiss on his lips and pull back to look up at him. He captures my lips once more and pulls me tightly to him. Men begin to cheer and clap around us much to my embarrassment. I pull back giggling as he continues to pepper kisses around my face.
We separate and begin to assess the losses. We were fortunate not to take many causalities or injuries. Benâs most trusted men take the castle at Stone Hedge and raise my motherâs banners in the usurpers stead. Once the castle is deemed safe we walk through the gates.
Upon entering the castle we have a servant lead us the council chambers and see if there was any information left about the Greens movements. Benâs advisors join us for a debriefing and I quickly write out a note to send to Jace of our victory in the taking of Stone Hedge and raising an army.
Ben dismisses his advisors and then itâs just the two of us lingering. I take in his bloodied state and shake my head. I know Iâm not in a much better state either and begin to rise to seek a servant to make me a bath.
âWhere are you off to?â Ben is quick to rise at my side.
âTo find a bath. I suggest you do the same.â I raise an eyebrow to him as a smile plays at my lips.
âWe could bathe together.â Ben whispers against my lips.
âMm, come find me once youâre clean, Lord Benjicot.â I smirk against his lips and then slip out of the council chambers leaving him alone.
âčâââïžââșââ âïž ââșâââïžââ âč âčâââïžââșââ âïž ââșâââïžââ âč âčâââïžââșââ
A moan slips from my lips as I sink into the hot water. I scrub at my skin and splash water against my face watching the water turn pink and then maroon. I pick my nails clean and once Iâm satisfied I rise out of the water wrapping a towel around my body. I groan as I remember the only thing a servant could seem to find me is a sheer slip.
I throw my towel to the ground and huff out as the slip only reaches to the top of my thighs. I make my way over to the vanity and begin to take my braids out. I praise the gods that my hair was spared from the blood. I shake my hair out helping relieve some of the tension that remains. I begin to make my way to my bed as thereâs a knock at my door.
âYes?â I ask from the other side of the door not wanting to be seen in such an exposed state.
âIâm clean.â Ben chuckles from the other side of the door. I crack open the door and take in his freshly bathed state.
âOf course theyâd be able to find you proper clothing.â I roll my eyes and allow him in.
âYou are absolutely divine.â Benâs eyes finally land on mine after drinking in my exposed body.
âYou clean up nicely yourself.â I appreciate his clean face and body as he stalks over to me.
âMy Princess.â he breathes out as he kneels before me, his breath fanning across my thighs.
âHmm?â I hum, looking down at him as my fingers travel through his hair.
âMay I taste you?â he asks softly as his hands trail up my bare legs.
âPlease, Ben.â I reply breathlessly nodding my head.
As he rises from his knees, he takes my slip with him. I stand before him completely bare as his eyes dart across my body. I help him remove his clothes as we make our way to the bed. He pushes me on the bed when the back of my knees hit it. He kneels before me once more and pulls my core directly to his awaiting mouth.
âFuck,â I cry as his tongue lashes against my clit.
With every swirl of his tongue my hips are rising off the bed. One of his hands finds its way between my thighs and he teases two fingers at my entrance. His slowly pushes his two digits in as whimpers fall from my mouth. He begins to pump in and out of me slowly as my hips grind onto his face and hand.
âBen, please,â I whine as he begins a fast pace.
I lose myself to the pleasure as my moans travel throughout my chambers. My thighs quake at his relentless pace as his name pours from my lips. I explode around his fingers as his tongue continues to lick softly at my clit.
âBen,â I breathless sob as my hand pulls his hair harshly away from my sensitive bud.
âYou taste so good, I could eat you all night.â he places soft kisses on my thighs.
He snakes his way up my body and claims my mouth in a heated kiss. I feel his hardened length slide through my wetness causing me to whine. He chuckles against my lips as my hips continue to squirm.
âAre you ready, my Princess?â he whispers against my lips as he lines himself up at my entrance.
âYes, please,â I arch my hips up to his begging for friction.
A moan tears through me as he slides into me. He wastes no time and fully pushes himself into me. The stretch of him causes my eyes to screw shut as I focus on the feel of him. I begin to slowly rock my hips once Iâve adjusted and he claims my lips once more as he starts to move his hips.
âFuck, you feel so good.â he plants against my lips as his pace increases.
My legs wrap around his waist as I cling to him as he continues to pull pleasure from my body. His hips snap into mine at the new angle, stealing my breath. Our breathes become one as our hips meet in a rhythm that has us both panting. Pleasure washes over me, catching me off guard as my nails dig into Benâs shoulder.
âFuck, princess.â he grits through his teeth as he keeps pounding into me.
Tears begin to prick at the edges of my eyes from the pleasure heâs repeatedly wringing from my body. One of his hands slide between us and attach to my sensitive bud. I cry out and clench around him and he groans into my neck. I feel him begin to fill me as his hips falter and I explode around him once more, his name falling from my lips as if itâs the only word I know.
âYou did so good for me, my Princess.â he whispers as he slowly pulls out.
He pulls me to his side and covers us with the blankets. I curl into his side and hum at his words of adoration and praise. My eyes begin to feel too heavy as I allow sleep to consume me.
âčâââïžââșââ âïž ââșâââïžââ âč âčâââïžââșââ âïž ââșâââïžââ âč âčâââïžââșââ
Part 2
full masterlist here
ongoing aemond fic plug tho
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‷ female, Valyrian blood (dragon rider), and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n: APPARENTLY THIS IS A GUY NAMED DAVOS BLACKWOOD. But he literally IS Bloody Ben. So he's staying Bloody Ben.
P.s. I'm ageing Benjicot up so he's around 24 or whatever age you want him to be that's over 18 <3
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ă»It wasn't an arranged marriaged. No, not by any means.
ă»You had been sent by your Queen to remind the Houses of Westeros their pledge to her. And Rhaenyra had chosen you to go to the Blackwoods.
"I expect you will be welcomed warmly," her Grace said with a warm smile.
You bowed your head and returned the smile.
ă»You always felt safe around Rhaenyra, she was someone very close to you. Someone who you would fight to the death for.
ă»The first time Benji saw you, his heart stopped...which was a very fair reaction as you were atop your fearsome dragon, The Cannibal.
ă»You bonded with the wild dragon when you were 13 - it was the first day of your periods and you were sick and tired of being without a dragon.
ă»It was in your blood. And you were done waiting.
ă»Your first flight with Cannibal was difficult - although the blood magic seemed to be strong between the two of you.
ă»You were the exact person he was waiting for.
ă»So when your duty came to aid Queen Rhaenyra; she did asked for you to unite with a House through marriage
ă»That was heavy - a big duty that you did not think would need to happen, since you bonded with Cannibal. Wouldn't you be put on the front lines straight away? Her answer was no.
ă»But you knew the realities of war and faced your duty head on (you know Cannibal will always defend you)
ă»Your marriage was a significant one. All the Blackwoods were invited, and Rhaenyra was there to oversee the ceremony.
ă»However, having all of your family there would have been another Red Wedding, so only a few choice people from your side could be invited.
ă»Nonetheless, it was absolutely beautiful.
ă»Dragonfire lit the skies, chasing away the dark. Even Cannibal was having a good time. There were tributes made to him - sheep, cow, goats galore. You swore you saw him smiling.
ă»What you absolutely weren't expecting was Benji to INTERACT with Cannibal...
ă»He brought up a bull from the biggest hoard they had. Benji watched as the dragon practically gulped the animal down. However, he wasn't scared - he was impressed. And intrigued.
ă»You were absolutely moved by Benji's act. Truly. Because it showed his bravery. His daring. And of course his caring. You knew, you could feel the way Cannibal was feeling - and he trusted this Blackwood.
ă»So you decided to give him a wedding present. A fly.
ă»By doing so, you broke down every single one of Benji's walls and he knew you were the one for him. His wife. His firt and only one.
ă»After a tough day, and you both go to your chambers; he'll grab your arm and kiss your wrist. A physical way of saying "I'm so glad you're alive and mine."
ă»Learns High Valyrian for you. He wanted to surprise you with it. And surprise you he did.
ă»You call each other: Ăuha jorrÄelagon (my love), Ăuha prĆ«mia (my heart),
ă» A very particular sentence that Benji says a lot is: Nyke pendagon nĆ«mÄzma ao everyday (I think about you everyday)
ă»Of course he knows you can protect yourself; but that doesn't stop him from defending you. You're his world now. You mean so much to him.
ă»No body thought this union would work as well as it had.
ă»So, Bloody Ben & The Rider of Cannibal became a formidabble pair that made men tremble wherever they went.
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Like Calls To Like
The Gomez & Morticia Adams
"Think they'll try us?" x "Fuck I hope so."
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Unbreakable Bond
Growth through Adversity
Bickering and Banter
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Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter
The Politics & The Life by Daniel Pemberton
O Verona by The City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra
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ă»Gives you complete and utter respect both in and out of the bedroom.
ă»Has never and will never push you to do anything you don't want to do
ă»The first time you were together, it felt like your bodies were on fire. Meant to burn together. The words kept replaying over and over in your head as he touched you. A deep yearning overtook you and suddenly time stopped.
ă»His lips were warm, his hands cold but when he took off his clothes, you couldn't help but grin.
ă»There's such desire between you two that even your mount can sense it.
ă»Your sex life is very active - at least once a day. Maybe you're in your Honeymoon period, but you cannot keep your hands off one another when you're alone
ă»And when you're at feasts, Benji's hands find their way down your thigh, and slowing inching inbetween them.
"Really, here? Now?" You asked n a hushed tone, trying not to draw any attention to either of you.
"Yes. Here, now. Or we can go into the hallway and I will ravish you there. Upto you, wife."
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-Benjicot Blackwood x smallfolk!reader
{The Realm seems to have spiralled into disarray, Benjicot makes promises of protecting you}
Short and sweet because I canât help myself, Enjoy my lovelies đ
ââșââ âŸââșââ ââșââ âŸââșââ ââșââ âŸââșââ ââșââ âŸââșââ ââșââ âŸââș
The days seem much longer since the crowning of Aegon Targaryen, the Realm quickly swearing their fealty to whatever side could offer up the best deal or come across as the most threatening. Men were quick to take up swords, training all through the day and deep into the night.
Benjicot was not exempt from this, immediately following suit. Although it came naturally to him, a sword in his hand gave him a boost of confidence like youâve never seen before and suddenly he was ready to take off into battle with an eagerness that would put anyone on edge.
It took up most of his time, unfortunately. The growing space between the pair of you was noticeable, you wouldnât hold it against him, you couldnât. Especially not when he visits you at the end of every day with a boyish grin and messy hair.
âMissed you today.â He breaks the silence, standing awkwardly at the doorway, watching you potter around the small kitchen.
Several moments pass and you still donât even give him a glance, focused rather stubbornly on the task of scrubbing down the already pristine countertops. He makes a popping noise with his lips repeatedly, trying to gauge a reaction or at the very least your gaze.
With a groan he steps over to the dress you have been working tirelessly on, you have a talent for weaving threads and fabrics with your very hands, crafting the most beautiful dresses for the pretty ladies of the Vale for a rather pretty sum.
âDo not touch that with your filthy hands unless you wish to spend coin on new lace.â You tell him, turning around to meet his grin.
You have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop your lips from curling into a traitorous smile, the sight of him all dirtied and bloodied looked so out of place in the backdrop of pastel colours and the softest fabrics.
He puts his hands up in mock surrender, allowing you to tug him over to the wash basin with a chuckle that passes through his chapped lips.
His expression softens as he watches the way your gentle hands begin to wash the mud and blood from his own, so much more delicate than his, not sullied by violence and battle, no, they only knew needlework and he vows to keep it that way.
âI said I missed you today.â He repeats his earlier statement, tilting his head slightly towards yours to meet your eyes.
âI suppose I should be grateful then, Lord Blackwood.â The words leave a bad taste in your mouth, despite the fact that there was no malice behind them, but still, that doesn't stop the regret that immediately swells up inside your chest at the deflated look he gives you.
âI sense Iâve done something wrong, have I?âŠâ he treads carefully, his eyes searching your expression as your hands carefully work to free them of muck.
You shake your head, drying off his hands as you stare down at them with a troubled look. âNo⊠forgive me I have been rather on edge as of late.â
He hums in understanding at your words, glancing around the room, trying to think about the right thing to say, before finally looking back down at you. In truth, he has never been good at this, words, but for you, heâll try.
âYou got me and Iâm better than anyone in battle, youâve seen it yourself, Iâll protect you.â He states with so much confidence in his tone you canât help but chuckle, it was true he became a wildly different person on the battlefield, a man possessed by the thrill.
You avert your eyes to the sword that stands, leaning up against the wall with your brows pinched together in worry. Benjicotâs hands immediately cup either side of your face with care, the feeling of his calloused hands keeps your mind from drifting off to every worst possible scenario.
âHey, look at me.â He whispers, tipping your head up ever so gently. âIf anything happens youâll have refuge at Raventree.â He promises, his tone carrying a seriousness that he does not always have.
âYou sound so sure theyâll just take me inâŠâ You whisper, unsure if youâd be welcomed at all.
âI will demand it, and so will my Aunt, she loves you especially after you made her that riding jacket.â His words warm your heart, a soft smile gracing your lips at the memory of Alysanne, the gratefulness of her tone and the excitement in her eyes.
A warm smile spreads across your lips, his rough hands still cradling your face as if you were the most precious thing across Westeros, the pads of his thumbs caressing the space under your eye.
âNow, no more worrying, hmm?â He announces, pressing a kiss against your forehead with a smirk as you agree with a small whispered âAlrightâ
The pair of you soon find comfort in the warmth of your bed, listening to him ramble on vividly about his day, his hands moving all over the place to get his point across and for the time being everything seems to be peaceful.
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Is it embarrassing to admit that I check the Gwayne Hightower and Benjicot Blackwood tags every single hourâŠ..
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Can you write Benji x wife newlyweds fluff?âšâšđđ
Just Benji being such a sweet, soft sucker for his spouse.
Reader is fem but itâs used very loosely.
It hadnât been long since you and Benjicot were wed and the butterflies within your stomach has yet to subside, but a small part of you had grown partial to the feeling, especially when that feeling was brought back tenfold as you looked over at Benjicot on the bed; only to see him staring at you adoringly.
âWhat?â You asked, feeling a little exposed beneath his gaze and giddy that you got to be the recipient of such a sweet, genuine gaze as his.
âThis isnât a dream is it.â Benji asked softly as he reached out to grab ahold of your hand, pulling you to stand in between his legs, âplease tell me this isnât a dream. I donât think I can handle it if all of this is just something I shall eventually awaken from unfairly.â He adds as you crane your head down to rest yours easily against his own.
âThis isnât a dream husband of mine.â You reassured him softly as you stroked your thumb across the back of his hand, watching fondly as Benjiâs face visibly relaxed at the sound of your voice, a soft smile hatching across his lips that left your heart melting every time you were blessed with itâs appearance. âWhat makes you think that any of this could only be achieved through a dream?â You asked, curious as to know how his mind went that that conclusion because to you everything leading up to now has felt all too real to be a dream, you felt too awake to believe that you were in some way in a deep sleep.
âYou.â Benjicot replied. âYouâve always felt like a dream come true to me since the day we met, and in such a way that I could never describe accurately, at least until now that is.â
âAnd that is?â
Benjicot got up from the bed and moved his hands to securely hold your face between his calloused palms as his eyes flickered across every aspect of your face, almost as though he were committing this very moment to his memory, like he was scared that he was bound to forget all about it sooner or later and he was desperate to remember how your face looked now; hopeful that it will force his mind to remember the best moments of his life all over again. âThat you were always meant to be apart of my life. It is as if the old gods made you and I to one day be bound in a shared fate that concludes with us still being together when it all ends. You are the other half of me that I canât live without.â Benjicot says as he peppered soft kisses across your face, making you smile at him warmly and reaching your hands to rest atop of his own.
âYouâre too sweet to me my beloved.â You murmured as Benji pressed a kiss to your lips. âYou mustâve been a poet in a previous life.â You added cheekily before squealing when Benjicot playfully bit your lip in retaliation.
âI meant that in a good way!â You cried, lightly snacking his bicep.
âTo you it does, but to me it sounded very much like a playful jab made at my expense.â Benjicot said and moved his hands to your waist, where in which he gave a swift tug and you were brought tightly against his chest, but you werenât in any position to complain as you quickly latched your arms to his waist and rested your head firmly in the crook of his neck, kissing on it a little as a content smile blossomed across your face while sinking into his warmth.
âAgree to disagree.â You said, voice muffled against your now husband as the lull of sleep began to weigh heavily on your eyelids. The excitement of the day had long since drained you and all you wanted to do was to sleep in the arms of your beautiful husband, you couldnât help but feel giddy calling Benjicot your husband no matter if it was aloud or to yourself, it just felt right.
âAgree to disagree my love.â Benjicot echoed as he helped you to bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead, nose and lips before getting under the covers to join you as he held you protectively in his arms, just a pair of lovers spending their first of many nights cuddled up to each other as though fearful of being separated from one another.
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benjicot blackwood aka. mr attitude adjustment.
(a drabble about what benji is like when he reaches his limit with his pretty little wife.)
angry sex with benjicot. idk i just think he's the creator of the attitude adjustment. he married you because you were the love of his life, and also because when ever he showed his true brutish blackwood nature you would look at him with shining stars in your eyes. it also means that bcus he married a woman of fire and blood, he must also expect for her to argue like what she's made of. the argument between you two get hot, almost excitingly so. its almost like whatever you give to him he can give it right back to you ten fold. on some days its like his attitude is truly worse than yours. on the dl he loves the fact that you feel comfortable enough to really argue with him, to not back down submissively as he steps into ur space. He is truly lucky to not have married a "yes woman" who would gladly look him in his face and tell him when he was wrong. but sometimes.. instead of indulging in the arguing, he just wanted to fuck the attitude right out of you. [smutty below the cut]
god you were already so close to his face, on ur tippy toes, looking up and yelling at him like he wasn't as much of a lord like you were a princess. like he couldn't just bend you over the nearest flat surface and take you the way he wanted to. like he couldn't back you into the nearest wall with just his body pushing into you alone, pressing your body into the wall until to get the hint and start to pipe down and hear him out. or maybe he's feeling truly fed up with you, trying to stay calm in the face of his love for as long as he can before he's sweeping you off ur feet and up over his shoulder. continuing to argue while thrown over his shoulder bcus you know it'll just make it that much worse [better] for you.
walking through the halls of his family home, one he now has total control over, with his pretty little wife who just doesn't know when to stop. striding inside of your shared chambers and tossing on top of the bed, staring down at you with low eyes, the kind you see from him when you just know you're in trouble. slowly undoing the ties of his tunic while staring down at you, slapping ur hand away when you reach for ur own laces, as it starts to set in just how much trouble ur in.
now excuse me while i project for a moment but i think angry sex with him would maybe be the best dick of your life. I think any other time he would treat you like the treasure you are, fucking you tenderly but with passion. But now, when all he sees is red, his only goal is to make you fell so much pleasure you forget what upset you in the first place. his body is hot and pressed tight against yours, his warm breath huffing in ur ear and against ur neck. Lowly mummering taunts in ur ear as the tip of his cock slowly reaches places you rarely feel with him.
"where did your fight go my lady? what happened to the ferocious woman who was yelling in my face not but an hour ago? there's no way its the same woman who's under me now, about to be fucked full of my blackwood seed? could it?"
sigh... i need a little bit of hate sex in my life that would fix everything i think
hi!! requests are currently open for HOTD
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The Labor of Our Fruits
Summary: Tumblr Request!: A Targaryen reader. She and Benji didn't get off on the right foot because it was an arranged marriage, but Benji loves her but is scared to show it. The reader is pregnant, and because Benji has been ignoring her when she goes into labor, she begs Benji to not let her die, and he feels terrible thinking she would think something like that. But ending happily with their little baby boy.
tags: childbirth, angst, fluff
Word count: 2005
(this is an x reader fanfic but just with a name)
Daella grimaced, feeling immense pressure as the maester pressed down on her stomach. She wished her motherâs healers were here instead of this maester, but she was far from home, far from her mother and brothers and step-sisters, far from the comforts of Dragonstone and the sounds of dragons roosting around the island. She realistically knew all she needed to do was ask to get what she wanted, but she couldnât bring herself to. Since their marriage night, she hardly spoke to her husband, Lord Benjicot Blackwood. How can she just go up and ask him to tell him to send for the healers from Dragonstone?Â
Her marriage⊠was strange; that was the only way she could describe it. To ensure House Blackwood kept their alliance with her mother, Daella was brought to Raventree Hall to marry its new lord. He was not cruel, her lord husband, but distant. She did not know if having a distant husband was better or worse. In some cases better, because he never forced himself on her or commanded her to do things that might have made her uncomfortable. She greatly appreciated him for doing that; he was already better than her uncle Aegon.
On the other hand, having a distant husband was worse. She was lonely, growing a babe of a man she hardly knew, proudly doing her duty for her mother and husband but drowning in her isolation. She laughed at the gods' cruel joke. Was she turning out to be like her ancestor Daella, daughter of Good Queen Alysanne, who bore her grandmother Aemma only to die without holding her babe?Â
Daella groaned quietly as the maester finished evaluating her. She sat up as the doors of the bed chamber opened, revealing her husband, Benjicot. Walking into the chamber, he saw the maester packing his bag. Benjicot quickly walked to his wife, pausing before her, unsure if he should hold her hand. Ultimately, he stood by her, watching her fidget with her dress.Â
âHow are they?â he asked the maester.Â
âBoth mother and child are progressing wonderfully, my lord; we should expect the babe to come any minute now.â stated the maester, bowing to the lord and princess as he walked out of the room.Â
Daella swallowed; she did not know what to do now, such was most the case with her. She mainly floated around the castle, careful not to be in anybodyâs way. Knowing that made her seem weird, she heard the whispers as the people spoke about the odd Targaryen girl their lord was forced to marry.Â
Benjicot stared at his beautiful wife, wishing he could know her thoughts. His marriage was a quiet one. Both hardly spoke to each other, only short sentences here and there. His aunt urged him to make more effort to express his love to Daella, but he just didnât know how. He was not good at romance, feeling more comfortable in battles. He also never wanted to be the husband who would force his wife to do actions she may not like. So he tried to give her space, allowing her to grow accustomed to her new home.Â
Swallowing away his nervousness, he decided to try to make a small conversation.Â
âHow are you feeling?â asked Benjicot, seeing how Daella jumped in surprise, looking at him with her soft purple eyes. Oh, how he could get lost staring at them all day.Â
âTired⊠my lord,â whispered Daella, smiling at him, not wanting to seem rude at his genuine worry.
Benji smiled back, âWould you like to rest before supper, or could I have the servants bring supper to the chambers?âÂ
âI think I will rest a little and then meet you there,â Daella said, looking at his nervous smile.Â
Benjicot nodded. Feeling awkward, he turned to leave, but before thinking about it, he turned back to Daella.Â
âShould you want or need anything these last few days, all you need to do is ask, and I will try my best to provide it to you,â Benji promised as he reached to caress her cheek, only stopping mere inches away. Again, feeling unsure if she would accept his touch, He chose to walk away and leave the room.Â
Daella, with great sadness, watched her husband leave her alone again in the chamber. Once the door closed, she let a small tear flow freely down her cheek.Â
âI wish to go home,â whispered Daella, closing her eyes as she stroked her belly. Only allowing a smile to softly stretch on her face as she felt her babe kick her.Â
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The following day, Benji woke up earlier than previous ones. He had to ride out for a few days and needed to check in with the village. As he turned, he could not help but smile at the sight before him. He loved seeing his wife sleeping, seeing her in the most relaxing state. She always wore a smile on her face as her hands lay on top of her stomach. She was a beauty, and he wished he could show more of his feelings towards her. He wants to build his relationship with her but always becomes too nervous to act anything out. Leaning down to provide a small kiss on her forehead. He made a vow that once he returned, he would start to show more effort in his marriage so that when their babe entered this world, they would have parents who were openly affectionate with each other.Â
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Daella grew restless. Benji had been gone for a few days and was not due to return for another two days. She was trying her best to take over the castle duties, but she kept having cramps. Her babe was not due yet, so Daella started worrying. Was there something she was doing wrong? Was she harming her baby? She groaned from another cramp as a passing servant, recognizing the signs of labor, gasped and ran to the princess.
âMy princess, how long have you been feeling these pains?â questioned the servant girl as she led the princess back to the chambers.
Daella exhaled, feeling the cramp alleviate for a second, âSince last night⊠I think..â groaning from another wave of cramps.Â
âPrincess, you are in labor, we needâŠ. Someone fetch the maester. The princess is in labor!â shouted the servant girl to the nearest guard, who frantically nodded, running to do his bidding.Â
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The castle was in chaos; the pained screams of Daella echoed in the halls as servants entered and left the princessâs chambers. Daella was lying in bed, watching the maester and midwives converse quietly. Her babe was taking too long to leave her body. She knew what the maester wanted to do⊠he wanted to cut the babe free from her body. She shook in fright; she did not want to die in the labor bed. She did not want to follow the path of her namesake and her grandmother, Aemma. She wanted to live, not ready to enter the realm of Balerion.Â
âWe need to wait for Lord Benjicot to decideâŠâ whispered the midwife, trying to stall the maester from doing anything drastic.Â
âIf we wait too long, there might not be anyone left to save.â argued the maester, looking back at the bleeding princess.Â
Daella closed her eyes as she wept; she wanted her mother, she wanted Benji, and she prayed to the gods to have mercy on her and her baby.Â
As if the gods were listening, the doors opened with a bang, and people gasped. A muddy Benjicot ran into the room, scanning for Daella, and saw her breathing heavily on their bed.Â
âMy lord, the birthing room is no placeâŠâ began the maester as Benjicot ignored him, running to take his wifeâs hand in his.Â
âDaella..â whispered Benji, moving some white hair away from her face.
Daella smiled painfully at her husband. She needed to be a dragon, and she would fight for her life.Â
âBenji, please, please donât let him do it to meâŠâ pleaded Daella as she let tears stream down her face.Â
Benjicot looked at his wife in confusion. What was causing her so much stress?
Turning to the maester and midwives, he asked them what was happening to his wife. The maester walked up to the lord as he explained that the babe was taking too long to leave the princess's stomach. Proposing that the best option to save the future heir of House Blackwood was to cut the babe out of the princess's body.
 Daella, sobbing, reached for Benji's hand as she pleaded, âPlease don't let them cut me. I do not wish to die yet.â
Benjicot, heartbroken at seeing her in such a state, leaned down to kiss her forehead and whisper comforting words to her.Â
âShh, my love, I would never do such a thing to youâŠâÂ
âMy lord, if we donât, we risk losing the ba-âÂ
âRemove this man out of my sight before I turn and run my sword across his stomach,â growled Benjicot, shooting daggers at the gaping maester being led out by the guards.Â
Benji turned to the midwives and pleaded, âPlease, is there any way to save them both?âÂ
The midwives nodded, âItâs the princessâs first, babe. She has grown tired of using all her energy to push out. We can help her by pushing on her stomach as she pushes herself. It will be painful, but it is the best chance to save both mother and child.âÂ
Benjicot nodded, letting himself be led to sit behind her, pressing his hand on her stomach as Daella continued to sob.Â
âWhen we ask the princess the push, we will need you, my lord, to push your hands downward with all your might. Even if she screams in agony, you push down. We cannot risk the babe getting stuck.â commanded the head midwife, waiting for him to agree.Â
Once the young lord agreed, the midwives all went to their positions. Looking at him, they started to command the princess to start pushing. Benji, in turn, also pressed his hands on her stomach, feeling her body warp. Daella screamed in agony, feeling like her body was ripping in half. She wanted them to stop but knew that if she wanted to live, she needed to continue to push. Praying to the goddesses Meleys and Shrykos, she pleaded for them to hear her, asking for a safe, open road for her babeâs birth.Â
Benjicot continued to press down as he kissed Daella's crown, feeling proud of her courage and bravery during this upsetting situation. She was indeed a dragon princess, not letting herself falter. He decided to express his thoughts as he continued to help her push.Â
âThatâs it, my love, you are doing wonderful; you are almost there, Daella, donât give up⊠I know you can,â he whispered to her ear, his heart breaking at every scream she let out.Â
Daella, even though tired, felt empowered by her husbandâs words, inhaling she gave one last push. She will live, she will not die in this bed, and she will get to see her child grow up.Â
With one last scream and push, the baby boy left his motherâs body, wailing to the world. Daella started crying at seeing her son. He was beautiful, with his fatherâs black hair and pale skin like hers. He was placed on her chest as she wrapped her arms around his tiny body. Benji, too, started crying at seeing his son, something that showed a promise of the love he was willing to show to his wife.Â
As the young heir nuzzled his motherâs chest, he briefly opened his eyes, showcasing a beautiful purple colorâthe very ones Benjicot adored on his wife. Feeling overwhelmed, he rocked the baby and mother into his arms.Â
âYou did wonderful, Daella. You were amazing,â he praised his princess, kissing her cheek and continuing to rock them.Â
Daella smiled as she leaned into her husbandâs embrace, feeling she was finally home.Â
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The Blackwood Knight
Disclaimer: this is not mine. My sister wrote this for me and it's her first fic but wanted it posted for other Benji fans to enjoy :) hoping this might end up being a joint fic account if we continue writing.
Description: Benjicot falls for a Bracken lady and volunteers to be her knight.
Warnings: female reader. Swearing. Kieran Burton fancast (I'm in love with him your honour. My sister is a legend for writing this for me).
Playlist:
Royalty~ Egzod, Maestro Chives, Neoni
Once Upon a Dream~Lana Del Rey
Dynasty~MIIA
The massing clouds rolled over the Riverlands, casting a lattice of shadows over the grass except where shards of light broke through. Standing on the crest of the hill that marked the border between Blackwood and Bracken lands, Benjicot Blackwood found his gaze directed, as it was often wont to do as of late, towards the small figure of a lady ensconced under the canopy of an ancient oak. As she read from a small leather-bound book, a light breeze sent small rippels through her golden hair, which resembled the burnished leaves above her; the leaves of a Bracken tree.
Gazing out across the expanse of green, which marked a feudal boundary between one House's land and another, he was discomfitted by the realisation that this space represented a chasm between himself and the lovely lady who had made the boundary her haunt. Bracken and Blackwood enmity ran deep through this land, as it did through the generations, something registered in the sparsness of a landscape ravaged by incessant skirmishes from each side. The roughness of ravine and rock bore the memory of years of conflict.
This unprepossessing view was interrupted by the softness and beauty of the figure under the tree, whose frequent appearance with a new book had become as much a part of the young Blackwood's routine as his sentry over the border. Though his animosity towards the Brackens was deeply entrenched within him, he found it invariably failing to reach out to encompass that figure in the distance. Instead he watched the lady, intrigued by how she lost herself in her written worlds and by the thought of why she sought solace in a place at once so remote and yet so close to danger. He did not have to wait too long for his answer to this final question.
Upon the lady's fifth visit to her tree, Benjicot watched as her reading was rudely disrupted by a hand snatching her book from behind, followed by the sound of raucous laughter...Brackens. Three Bracken knights emerged from the trees, laughing at the confused expression of the lady at finding her peace disturbed.
"Reading again? What is it this time? Something about knights and princesses?"
The leader of the group, and Benjicot's scourge, Edmund Bracken laughed as the lady's face fell.
"Trying to get yourself killed by sitting this close to the border of those savage lands?'
He further taunted, as she stood to wrest the book back from him and he laughed again, holding the book above her head.
A hand snatched the book from above the Bracken's head, as he snapped around to face the thief.
"Well Bracken, looks like you've outdone yourself today in your chosen vocation."
His face twisting in rage, Edmund Bracken turned fully to face the offender: "and what is that?"
Benjicot pushed his tongue to the front of his mouth as he smirked wrly back at Bracken: "being a cowardly bastard who not only flaunts himself around like a Peacock asking for a feather plucking, but who I now find also harassing ladies."
Shoving his shoulder into the dumbstruck Bracken knight, Benjicot sauntered past him towards the lady who stood, cautiously watching the exchange.
Bowing before her with a flourish of his scarlet Cape, he held the book out toward her.
"Are you in need of a knight's assistance, Princess?" He said softly, with a smile that conveyed a mirth that was hers alone to share, at the same time as it suggested a gentleness and genuine concern.
Snapping around, Edmune Bracken stormed towards him.
"You're in Bracken land! What gives you the right? I'll have your tongue for speaking to my cousin like that!"
Lazily turning to face him once again, Benjicot returned: "Big talk from a Peacock like yourself. You wouldn't dare."
Walking with slow, measured steps towards Edmund Bracken, Benjicott looked into his face, as his eyes darkened: "If I find you assailing any young ladies with your squawking again, Bracken, I won't be so lenient next time. Wouldn't want to receive a plucking now, would we?"
Calling over his shoulder without turning, Benjicott directed his next words towards y/n.
"Let me know if you are ever in need of assistance, sweet lady and you'll have a knight at your service."
Only then did he turn to face the sweet lady who, whilst not meeting his gaze, smiled, holding back laughter. Offering her a devilish smile and another bow, he gently raised her dainty hand to his lips before he winked at her confused expression.
Shouldering his way past a stricken Bracken, he walked purposefully back towards the border of Blackwood land before the sound of a blade leaving its scabbard and a shout had him turning as quickly as he had left.
"BLACKWOOD! I'll kill you for this. Come back here!"
With a look of contempt, Benjicot strode towards Edmund to meet the challenge, the middle of his chest meeting the tip of the sword, as he retorted: "fuck about Bracken, and find out"
Without another word, he turned without further challenge and strode back towards his post on Blackwood's outpost, unaware of the blue eyes that watched his back as he walked off and secretly smiled at the thought of her knight...and the chastened expression of her Peacock of a cousin.
3 days later...
Several days had passed since y/n had encountered the young man, bearing the Blackwood insignia on his cloak, who had intervened in her cousin's usual volley of taunts. No one ever had before. Angered by the exchange that had occurred between his son and the Blackwood boy, her uncle had ordered her to remain within the purview of the Brackenwood, not venturing towards the golden Bracken Oak that marked the border of the riverlands' feudal strife.
Her first encounter with the Blackwood boy was not the first time she had seen him. Frequently seeking the solace of her tales of chivalry and dragons under the golden tree, away from the taunting of her cousin and his friends, y/n had often found herself staring into the expanse of rock and fern, spotted by blooms of maroon flowers that gave the appearance of the uneven earth bleeding. The Blackwood lands bore the appearance of the land itself remembering the blood that had been spent in defence of it by brave kights. Brave knights such as the one who had stood between her and her cousin on the border.
Y/N had seen his tall figure patrolling the border the first time she had found shelter under her tree and had continued to look out for him each time she had returned, sometimes believing that he caught her gaze. She should have been afraid of him. She'd seen him throw a Bracken bannerman to the floor with as much ease as if he'd been just another bracken weed in the earth. And yet...there was something about the way he would sometimes pause when his patrol brought him closer to her retreat, and in the way he would angle himself when his bannermen joined him so that they could not see her, which made her think he possessed a gentleness that he didn't show to all. It was this curiosity to see if she was right and to escape the dark halls of Stone Hedge that had found her once again curled under her tree with a large volume on the history of Targaryens open on her lap.
Living away from Bracken lands for many years, and residing as a lady in waiting to the Princess Raenyra in King's Landing, had caused her to question the staunch loyalty the Bracken House held towards King Aegon II. Her love for her family, in spite of her dislike of them, vied with her belief that Raenyra was the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Reading her histories of the House of the Dragon, she allowed her thoughts to wander into dreams of a world in which a woman would ascend the throne without question. As she fixed her gaze on the illustration of Visenya on the page, she did not hear the soft tread of footsteps towards her hideout, nor the sound of somebody leaning against the trunk of her tree until they spoke softly by her ear.
"What are you reading about?"
Starting in surprise, Y/N saw the same Blackwood boy who'd defended her from her cousin leaning smugly against the tree above her with his arms crossed over his chest.
His self-satisfied expression fell, however, when she rose quickly to her feet, allowing the book to fall to the ground, as she turned to flee.
Taking a cautious step forward he gently held her elbow, preventing her from going any further.
"I didn't mean to scare you, I was only going to ask if there were any knights in your book I should be worried about displacing me as your protector?"
Seeing that she still looked from left to right, seemingly looking for an escape, he took a step back and bowed before her.
"Benjicot Blackwood at your disposal, my Lady"
"Y/N Bracken, Ser."
Smiling softly, an expression she had only seen him use with her, he slowly reached for her hand, giving her time to retract it if she so wished, before he raised it to his lips, as he had done once before.
"A very pretty name. It suits you, although I would prefer to alter the last part," He smirked. "I can think of another one that would suit you better", he added, smiling further at her confused expression.
Seeing that she no longer looked as if she were about about to flee from him, he asked her again, "what are you reading?", as he picked up the volume from the ground, wiping away the dirt on his tunic before handing it to her.
Cautiously taking it from his outstretched hand, Y/N rejoined, "I was reading a history of the reign of the Targaryens".
"About Visenya and Rhaenys", She added, hesitantly, used to her cousin and uncle's reprimands at her interest in ancient queens.
To her surprise, the handsome dark haired boy only smiled further at this and nodded at her, encouraging her to continue.
Bolstered by his encouragement, she continued, "Reading about the Queens of old makes me hope...makes me think that maybe one day it would be possible for another queen to command the support and loyalty of the realm. For all the great Houses of Westeros to bend the knee to the rightful ruler, even if she were a Queen and not a King."
Fearing she'd allowed herself to go too far in her speech, she hesitantly looked up towards the Blackwood boy who had sauntered closer to her as she was speaking. Surprising her once again, she noticed a glint behind his chocolate brown eyes, which held something like admiration behind them.
"Of course my cousin and uncle think I'm a fool for supporting Raenyra, believing as they do that a woman can possess no claim to the throne."
Benjicot's brow furrowed in consternation, his gaze darkening. Believing herself to be the cause of this sudden change in her expression, Y/N once again took a step back from him, directing her gaze downwards as she turned to leave.
"Forgive me, my Lord, it is only a book and I should return to Stone Hedge. The day grows darker."
She only took a few paces before she heard Benjicot's voice behind her.
"Any knight who refuses to bend the knee before the one true Queen Raenyra is a traitor to the realm. Any true knight would proudly sacrifice his life's blood in defence of his Queen. Of his ancestral lands. Of his....lady. Loyalty is loyalty, it should run deep and enduring, and be bestowed regardless of whether the object of it is a man or woman."
Returning his steadfast gaze, Y/N thought she had heard Benjicot hover over that last word, last, but dismissed it, believing him to be referring once again to the Queen.
"I don't think my family would agree with you."
Smiling once again, Benjicot returned, "No doubt they would not, but your good opinion is the one I am seeking, not theirs."
Jauntily stepping towards her he lowered his head conspiratorially towards her ear and asked with a grin, "has your Peacock of a cousin offered you any further insults since I gave him his last plucking?"
Smiling up at him, unaware of how this expression caused butterflies to spread in Benjicot's torso, she shook her head.
"He's been very quiet since that day, I must confess...except for today." She returned, a small frown turning her pink lips downwards.
"Want me to kill him for you?"
Y/N looked up sharply to meet Benjicot's questioning gaze, which displayed a seriousness at odds to his slight smirk.
"Absolutely not!"
Dramatically kneeling before her, casting his head downwards in obeisance and withdrawing his sword so that he held it out before her in both hands he continued in a solemn voice.
"I pledge my sword in defence to you, dear Lady, the rightful Queen of the Bracken lands." Turning then to smile up up her with a look of genuine adoration, he watched in fascination as she smiled down at him, trying to contain her laughter.
"May this knight once again assure himself that his Lady does not require her knight to strike down any assailants offering her insult?"
Surprising Benjicot, Y/N gently placed her hand on his shoulder, pushing him slightly as she shook her head sternly.
His smile broadening, he withdrew his sword back into it's scabbard and stood.
"We'll, if you insist. Let me know if he bothers you again and I'll give him a deplucking. You can decide whether I cook him or not", he added with a smile, causing her to laugh for the first time since he'd started speaking.
Brightening at the sound, he stood taller, winking at Y/N. His gaze softening, he asked quietly, "will I see you again?"
Hesitating for a few agonising seconds, at least for Benjicot, Y/N nodded quickly before turning from him in embarrassment and hurrying away.
Chuckling at the retreating figure of the beautiful lady who was already burying herself in the young Blackwood's heart, he turned to make his way back to his post at the border of the Riverlands, often turning back to catch another glimpse of his lady.
#davos blackwood#benjicot blackwood#house of the dragon x reader#house of the dragon#benjicot x reader#benjicot blackwood x reader
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Violence through his veins.
Benjicot Blackwood x wife!reader
Summary: Benjicot is an overly nervous man around his wife, blushing every time. After the Battle at the Burning Mill, Benji exudes confidence. It throws her off.
Warnings: HEAVY talks of sex. Blood, war, violence, etc.
A/N: based on an ask! We get a little shy Ben, then a little Bloody Ben! It's the best of both worlds!!!
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She stepped down the stairs, paying more attention to the man that stood at the bottom of the staircase.Â
Benjicot Blackwood stood at the bottom of the stairs. He was chatting lightly to a lord, not noticing her approaching yet.Â
She took a moment to admire him. His broad shoulders flexed as he rolled them back. He no doubt wanted to crawl into a hole and not come back out. She was beginning to know him well just from his body language.Â
The man he was talking to looked up, noticing her coming down the stairs. "My lady?"
Benji turned immediately at that. His eyes lit up at the sight of her. "My love?" He asked softly.
She hit the bottom step and stopped. "Forgive me. I didn't mean to interrupt you."
Benji let out a soft breath of relief. "No. That's fine." He excused himself from the man and held out his arm like a proper gentleman, which she took.
The two walked down the corridor in silence and she was the one to break it. "You looked miserable."
"Did I?" He immediately asked in concern, then relaxed. "Thought I was hiding it pretty well."
She hummed. "He didn't seem to notice."
"And you did?"Â
She shrugged and tightened her grip on his bicep. "We're married."
His brows came together in thought. His heart felt a small jolt at the thought that she recognized his anxiety so easily. "We are," he agreed, "Is that how it works?"
"Well, I don't know in all honesty," she admitted. "But I know you fairly well."
"And I to you."
The silence continued as they continued to walk. It was comforting, and they found that they didn't mind it. But Benji's mind was wandering and he couldn't stop it.Â
"Is that why you interrupted?"
She hummed in consideration of what to tell him. "A lady never interrupts on purpose."
His eyes met hers, and a blush crept over his cheeks. The two looked away.Â
"I-I'll have to go soon. I have to patrol."
"You won't be here to sup?"
"No..." Â
"Oh." She pulled her hand back and smoothed down her skirt. "Well, that's alright. How late will you be gone?"
He rubbed at the back of his neck. "I imagine before you sleep, though I'm unsure."
"I've been⊠missing you, as of late," she admitted with a flushed expression.Â
His cheeks flushed as well. "H-Have you?"
"It has been a few days." She dared to reach out and brush over his shoulder. "The people are expecting us to do our duties."
"Is that the only reason?" His breathed out as the heat in his body rose.Â
She stepped forward, placing a delicate kiss to his jaw. "No."
A small whine fell from his lips. His shaky hands made their way to her hips and his head tilted up to give her more room.Â
She took advantage of it, nipping at his Adam's apple.Â
He groaned. "I must go."
"Stay," she begged.
"I-I can't."
She placed her forehead on his chest. "But you'll be back soon?"
He brushed a hand through her hair. "As soon as I can be, my love."
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The news of the Battle had sent her into a tailspin that evening. Her sweet husband in a battle with the Brackens?
When news was received that the battle had ended, she all but ran to the battlefield. The stable boy had handed her the reigns to her horse and she was off.Â
Once upon the field, she took note of the numerous scattered bodies across the field. It panicked her more, knowing that her sweet Benjicot could be one of them.Â
The small group of men across the field loudly chatted and yelled, no doubt celebrating their victory. They were crowded in a circle, all in Blackwood red.
She rode to them, and their attention turned to her.Â
Benicot stepped out from the circle, his body covered head to toe in blood. His hair was smeared with the remains of his enemies, his eyes so dark, they were hard to spot through the blood.Â
But that wasn't what was so alarming.
It was the confidence that oozed from his form. His shoulders were back, his chest puffed out in a way she'd never seen. His eyes held a fire to them, one that was now set on her. He sheathed his sword, opening his arms out. "The hell are you doing here?"
She jumped off of her horse, running to him. When within reach, her hands frantically moved over him, trying to figure out his injuries- if he even had any. It was so difficult to tell through the blood. "Are you hurt?"
His hands had instinctively moved to her waist, keeping her in a vice grip. "You sweet woman. So concerned for me, you journeyed into a battle, unsure if it was over yet?"
"Well⊠yes⊠I guess so-"
"Hear that boys?" He called over his shoulder. "The lady cares for her new Lord."
They cheered and quipped various things in response, but she heard none of them. "Benji? What do you mean? Is your father-"
"-Dead," he finished for her. "Died to a Bracken sword. And I killed the Bracken. First blood of the new Lord's sword is one of a Bracken! Isn't that joyful?"
Her face fell. "Oh, Benji. I'm so sorry."
"Sorry?" He gawked at her, and a sinister smile came over his face. "I'm Lord Blackwood now. And you are my Lady. Are you not incandescently happy?"
"Benjicot. Are you hurt?"
He shook his head and pulled her closer. "I've never felt more alive," he growled in her ear.Â
She gripped him by his biceps, her fingers catching on the metal armor around him. "You're different."
His fingers squeezed her hips. "I'm alive," was his answer.
Her head picked up to look up at his face. He was staring down at her, his lips parted. The two took a moment to truly drink the other in.Â
Benjicot's hand came up to her face and cupped her cheek. The contact made her eyes close for a moment, not caring about the blood that smeared across her cheek.Â
"My heart is pounding," he admitted.
She braved a move, pushing herself firmly against him and kissing his lips softly.Â
A groan sounded from within him, and he soon dipped his head down to catch her lips further. The kiss deepened heavily, the two beginning to fight for dominance. Their breaths mixed between kisses.Â
"I'm taking you back to Raventree," he panted. "Now. I can't wait any longer for a taste of you."
He shouted something over his shoulder at the guys, all of them waving or voicing a bye of sorts, obviously trying to give the lustful man a little privacy.Â
He spoke as he tugged her along. "The gods have made you just for me, haven't they?"
"I'm beginning to believe they have."
A smirk came across his face. "They have. And I for you. I know how well you take me."
Her face flushed. "I don't know what you're talking ab-"
He dug his heel into the dirt, stopping them and tugging her to him. It caught her off guard, but he caught her with ease. "You do," he pushed. "You know very well what I mean." He leaned forward slowly, as if trying to earn the trust of prey. His face tucked into the crook of her neck, beginning to kiss and lightly suck at the skin. "The way you take me is my proof that the gods are in my favor."
"Not-" her breath caught when he nipped a sensitive spot. "Not your victory over the Brackens?"
"No," he quickly answered, as if it was obvious.
"How much further to your horse?" She softly asked.
He took a deep breath against her, savoring each passing second of being consumed by the very thought of her. "Depends on how many times I have to stop to admire you."
She smiled and tugged at his hair playfully. He groaned.Â
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Seemed that when violence moved through his veins, so did confidence. Not that she minded. Both Benjis were perfect to her.
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âPretty when you smileâ
Pairing: Benjicot blackwood x Bracken!reader
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âA settlement was made but they never said anything about the pretty bride and a smitten groom.â
Drinking, arranged marriage, fluffy fluff and smitten!Benjicot, slurred humour.
â They never said about the pretty part.â you looked up, as lord of Riverdale stumbled, his face splitting around his huge grin, almost devilishly.
â Look at you.â Ben slurred, despite knocking a goblet along with it's contents down, he managed to slump next to you on the bed, with a low thud and sheepish laugh.
â You're drunk.â you almost snarled before you bit back, âmy lord.â you added with a smile, he wasn't actually offended, he smiled just the same, like a fool that nicked a coin.
â I almost refusedââ he hiccuped, â but then I saw you darling.â he propped on his elbow, reeking of whatever he was drunk on, perhaps a wine that was made on the northern aisles. His eyes widened more, like he was looking at you for the first time and it made you smile, it did back then too when he married you by the gods, taking your hand forever, smiling and it was inevitable not to, but you smiled anyway.
Brides never smiled, especially those who were traded for peace, it was duty. Never love.
But then again, who wouldn't ? Ben had that glint in his eyes that was funny but also, relaxing, like the sun rising and whispering, it's going to be alright or the moon basking and singing, you're safe child.
â saw you...â he murmured against your jaw, tracing a fine line, his fingers sweaty and syrupy, until he stopped at the corner of your mouth, watching you intently.
â M-my lord..â you weren't sure what to say and you never did, the words strangled on their way, wrecking before they ever made it out. Benjicot amused himself, his cheeks flushed but this rosey glow that devoured his way was new, perked only when you smiled, like you had done at the wedding few hours ago.
â You are so beautiful.â he cried, like a chanting, a prayer. You could taste his skin on your tongue, as his thumb slowly dipped inside, swiping across your velvety mouth.
â Thankyou my lord.â you wouldn't blink, his sweetness was too much, almost getting you intoxicated.
â shhh.â his mouth curved in 'o', face reaching up close to you, eyes dazed but you could see your reflection back. â call me Ben, or benny.â He giggled, it wasn't very odd to hear that rich melodious sound tingle your skin, so close to you, like waves crashing.
â or benji.â he added after a chortling, you couldn't help the snort that escaped you, surprising you while Ben only grinned.
â You are so pretty, especially when you smile. â he said, joining his lips on yours in a constellation of stars, every thought bursting into sweet nothings, his mouth was sweet, fruity and toxicating, the glee you felt inside you was very similar to nicking a extra goblet of wine that wasn't appropriate for a lady, like floating and feeling nothing could touch you, like almost a dream where everything could be true, like music and poetry, like everything beautiful, kissing him felt like kissing the sky, no, it felt bigger than the whole sky.
And they never said about the love part, but perhaps...
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SNEAKING AROUND W/ DAVOS â davos âbenjicotâ blackwood x betrothed!reader
[ sex content, oral sex, handjob, pre-marital sexual relations, cum-eating ]
The womanâs back arched off of the warm sheets of her betrothâs bed as he devoured her cunt like he was a starved man.
She couldnât take it, her hips acted as if they had a mind of their own, humping the face of her betrothed as his tongue licked at her entrance and his pretty button nose caught on her throbbing bud.
His big hands gripped onto her shaking thigh. His face was buried in between her perfect legs, he could die here and be happy.
His lips wrapped around her swollen bud, sucking and licking at the ball of nerves and bringing her terribly close to her much needed peak.
Her fingers gripped tightly onto his shaggy locks as her muscles began to tighten. The moans and whimpers just fell out of her, she couldnât do anything to stop them, nor did she want to.
âFuck- my love-!â She came to her release with a gasp.
Davos drank up her release, sending her into a whimpering mess of overstimulation. âno more..â she pushed his head away from her dripping core.
He sat up with a smirk painted on his face, licking his lips of her arousal.
âI need youâŠdavos..â she said as she placed a hand on his throbbing cock. His breeches were the only thing on his body, her fingers pulled the strings and unlaced them slowly.
âI will not dishonor you in further ways than I already have.â He laid his forehead against her own. They only had mere weeks till their wedding, why wait?
âBut I want you too-â
âNo, I will not.â He said sternly.
She grabbed his hard cock from inside of his unlaced breeches, âthen let me please you as well.â She pressed a soft kiss on his lips, collecting the arousal from the tip of his cock and using it to help her stroke his length.
His head fell onto her shoulder in pleasure. He watched as the woman he loved so much stroked him so well, her hand paying much attention to the tip.
âFeel good, my sweet?â She asked, his hips rutting up into her fist. He grunted out a yes. Only little moans and grunts came from the man, yet he was in immense pleasure.
His cock throbbed in her hand. âFuck-â he gasped. Her pace quickened, his peak was near.
She smashed her lips onto his, forcing her tongue into his mouth. It all began to be too much for him. The feeling of it all took over his body, he released all over her hand and her lower stomach, painting them a milky white.
She giggled into his mouth, playful biting his lip before breaking the kiss. âYou are something else, woman.â He mumbled with a smile. They both sat up, he began to clean her up with a cloth.
She licked his spend from her fingers as she stared up at him with an innocent gaze, âyou little minx-â he pushed her back onto the bed, ready to ravish her once more.
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Forbidden
With a feud older than history, the Blackwoods and Brackens have long been enemies, but now, you, a daughter of lord Bracken, finds yourself in the arms of Benjicot Blackwood, and he will do everyhting it takes to make you his.
based of this request
word count: 3,893
cw: MDI, 18+, smut, dry humping, loss of virginity, p in v, fingering, making out, masturbation, violence, slight breeding kink, pregancy, not proofread!
Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!fem!reader
dividers by @zaldritzosrose
Authors notes: a lot of ocs, alot of canon diveregence and based before the dance.
sorry this took so long to come out and so long for me to update in general! i wrote half of this and then decided to re do the whole thing entirely differently and then I got stuck and started writing two other things but here it is, enjoy!
âYou will not marry himâ your fathers voice bellowed.
You had begged and pleaded and yet there was no resolve, your father was adamant in a match with the lord Jorah Mallister a man near twice your age. And not a match with the man you held dear to your heart.
Benjicot Blackwood.
You had met him near six summers ago. For six years you had been courting him in private, away from all eyes but each otherâs.
It had been easy to fall in love with him, with someone as kind and well mannered as he. But that wasnât what had drawn you to him.
At the time neither of you knew which house the other belonged too, nor cared. There seemed to be something unexplainable that drew you to one another.
You were like twin flames, so similar and yet you were your own unique force but together you burned brighter.
But this wasnât something your lord father could understand.
The feud between Blackwood and Bracken had spanned through time and was a never-ending factor. They would always despise one another, the true reason why lost to time and only fuel was added to the fire with each generation.
If the Blackwoodâs stood on one side, you can guarantee the Brackens stood on the other.
The sides of their conflict varied, no one knowing the truth, neither history book nor legend.
With both houses being old and ancient, with blood of the first men running though their veins. Both claimed to be kings, the Blackwoodâs claiming to have been kings of the wolfs wood before being driven south. And the Brackens had been kings of the Riverlands.
There it is said the Blackwoodâs usurped the Bracken lands, where the Blackwoodâs claimed the Brackens were petty lords and sells words hired to usurp them.
And though there had been a hundred peaceâs between the families over the millennia, with every blackwood comes Bracken blood, and ever bracken comes blackwood blood. But no peace lasted long enough, and each peace ended with a larger wound than before.
When it comes between the two it is often a case of, he said or she said, no one wishes to get involved and no one knows the truth, and no matter the efforts of their overlord of kings, no truce lasted.
And all because of this, a feud neither of you wished to take part in, you were torn apart.
A marriage set between you and an old lord, and the turning of a key locking you in your rooms, separating you from him.
Your father thought it was some infatuation, when in fact it was everything.
You had met as children, playing on the border between your lands. He had tripped and fell over the border stones and you, with your friends having long run off at the sight of a blackwood came to aid him.
Tending to the small cut on his head, you teased him mercilessly, claiming he must be the best knight the Blackwoodâs had if he would so easily cross the border as he did.
Andin truth that was how it all started, childish teasing, and the small gesture of caring for his small cut.
With days spent meeting at the border, playing as children did, you forged a bond. A bond that only strengthen as you were sent to ward with your motherâs family over.
With two summers spent together, the third apart it was clear much had changed when you went to meet at the border once more.
You had become a woman and he a man, and suddenly the childish games got lost and suddenly bashful smiles were exchanged in the place of teasing.
âHow are you?â he has asked, having spent he summer with no word, unable to send each other letters, with fear of being caught and your friendship ending.
It was clear much had changed, your faces had lost the baby fat, he was now a head taller than you, whereas before you had towered over him. Your clothes had become that of a lady, no longer where your dressed hemmed to your ankles, your tunics and trousers thrown out in favour of gowns and jewels.
Your hair had grown long, and now adorned with jewels and accessories alike.
You looked everything of the lady you were expected to be and more. You had grown into your features, and he was struck by you.
It was almost like you were strangers again, with you blushing as you towards him and he unsure of how to act towards you know.
Stuttering your words, as you recounted your year, blushing as you told him of your kiss with one of the stable hands. How you had helped your aunt give birth, and how you had felt lonely without him, even though you only got to see him for a few hours every few days.
He had recounted his summer, how he had become a squire and his father had started giving him duties, fit for the future lord of Raventree.
The awkwardness left you both as the day passed and the sun set, you both left with a new view of the other. A year apart changing you from childhood friends to newfound crushes.
Neither of you cared that you were from rivalling families, the skirmishes between your cousins and his cousins and even him, never affecting you bar a small argument here and there.
As time passed and you both grew older you found most of your days spent with the other, and soon the friendly hand holding was exchanged for soft kisses and wandering hands.
If you were from any other house a marriage would have been easy, but neither of your fathers accepted the other, and as tensions grew and grew you lost any hope for a future with Ben.
You had kept your friendship, your companionship a secret, a well-kept secret no one not even your closest friends knew off.
Until two days ago.
The news of a betrothal had spurred you; you had run to the border to find Ben and beg him to run away.
But instead of Ben you found your oldest brother Amos, and a man you briefly recognised to be Bryden blackwood, a cousin to Ben. They seemed to be in some argument, over the boundary stones. Luckily no swords had been drawn yet.
You approached your brother cautiously.
âAmosâ you started, nodding to the bracken men that stood with him.
âSisterâŠwhat are you doing her?â he asked, moving away from Brydenâs glare.
âI could ask you the same, arenât you meant to patrol the border not step over it?â âI knew you changed the boarder stones!â
âI did not, my sister does not know what she speaks, she rarely comes here!â
âRarely swear Iâve seen you beforeâ he stepped closer to you, your brother slowly stood to stand in front of you. âYesâŠI know you, youâre that girl my cousins spends his days with! hah a Bracken bitchâ.
âWhat does he speak of!â your brother demanded.
âNothing, I donât know- â
Ben walked over, a laugh set on his face and hand on his sword, ready to fight if needed. âWhat is going on here?â he said, facing falling as he saw you.
Bryden turned to face him, âWe were simply observing the border stones before your bitch came alongâ.
âWhat did you call her?â both Ben and Amos questioned, tone stern and glares set on Bryden.
âa Bracken Bitchâ he punctuated each word, stepping closer to Amos, only to be dragged away by Ben and a punch landing swiftly on his face.
Benâs fists pounded Brydenâs face, blood spattering as groans left Brydenâs lips, ben only stopped as his uncle, Wilheim came running up and pulled him away.
âWhat is going on here!â
âYour nephew insulted my sisterâ Amos spoke, his hand reaching for his sword.
âAnd why is Benjicot bloody blackwood taking it out on him?â he near screamed.
You looked tot eh floor, to scared to speak.
âHe called her my BrackenâŠmy Bracken bitchâ Ben spoke, his eyes glued to your form as you nervously kicked at the border stones.
Wilheim gave Ben and exasperate look, âis its true boy?â
You looked up, feeling all eyes on yours.
âyesâ he said, his face downcast in shame. Not shame for being with you, for the moments you shared or the love he felt but for the way it was revealed, for how you had been spoken off and the laughs that irrupted at the news.
Wilheim pulled him closer, âis she still?â everyone knew what he was asking, no matter how discrete he tried to be.
You knew the answer, and you knew no matter what came out of Bens mouth your brother would be forced to tell your father and your father would demand the maester check your maidenhead, something he wouldnât find.
As you waited for Ben to answer your mind went back to six moons ago.
Your mind went back to six moons ago.
It was your nameday, you had escaped the celebrations and made your way to the border, where ben awaited gift in hand.
âHappy name dayâ he greeted, pulling you in for a hug, his face buried in your neck.
âThank youâ you breathed, your touches lingering as you pulled apart, his face close too yours.
Your eyes were locked to his, as you hesitated to step away.
âMy gift?â you asked, as you stepped back ever so slightly, noticing the lingering gaze on your lips.
He smiled shyly, before presenting you the gift.
The gift, a book you had long desired. You had been unable to find it anywhere and yet, Ben had found it just for you.
âBenâ you breathed, at a loss for words as you started up at him, a shy smile on his face. âThank youâ, you said taking a step towards him once more, your bodyâs now impossible close.
âIt was no problemâ he breathed, your faces breaths apart.
A blush filled your cheeks as you leant forward your lips catching his in a soft slow kiss.
Your mouths moved in tandem, slow and soft as his hands came up to grip your waist, pulling you into him as your kiss became sloppier, his tongue teasing its way into your mouth as your hands came up to grip his hair, your lips never breaking.
Had you not been where anyone could find you, you where sure the kiss would never end, but the fear of being caught, your reputation ruined spurned you to push yourself away from him.
âwe should go somewhere more privateâ you breathed, âout of prying eyesâ âwonât they notice if your gone much longer?â âI doubt it, I said the wine had gone to my head and my maid, Farrah was more than happy to vouch the same, and that I wish to be left alone after I gave her 10 silver dragons.â
He laughed, âthere is an inn nearby, perhaps we could go there?â
âAn inn?â you asked a small smile on your face.
He nodded, âI know you may not wish to spend your nameday in an inn- â âI wish to spend it with youâ you interrupted, âI do not care whereâ.
And so, you had gone to the inn, it was barren when you got in, not many traveling to kingsâ road so near winter, a room was easy to find and for the first time you were truly away from prying eyes.
The room was quaint, at least compared to what you were used too, with a double bed in the centre of the room, a small tub and chamber pot on one side and a dresser and table on the other.
âWill anyone question if you are gone long?â you asked, taking off your cloak.
You knew he most likely wouldnât, having more freedom than you as a man and heir.
âPerhaps, but as long as I ma back by dawn I doubt I will get in any trouble.â
You nodded, âyou leave often in the night then?â you teased, a smirk playing on your lips.
He coughed awkwardly, âmy uncle and my cousins, Bryden, Davos and Bennifer took me to a brothel for my namedayâ.
âa Brothel?â you asked in surprise, though there was a hint in jealousy in your voice, âand did you?
âNo!â he said quickly, âno I wouldnât do thatâ to you, he wanted to say, but up until today you hadnât done anything, bar hold hands and lingering touches here and there.
You smiled, standing up and walking up to him, he seemed frozen, unsure of what to do or what his intentions were of even bringing you here.
You moved cautiously, your hand reaching for his as you moved yourself into his embrace.
Your fingers interlocking with his, âbenâ you whispered.
And he whispered your name back, smiling as he did.
âI love youâ you spoke, no hesitation in your voice.
âI love youâ he breathed back, his face full of uninhibited joy.
Your lips captured his once more, this time it was full of passion, your lips moving together in tandem, his hands moving to your waist and pulling you effortlessly closer to him.
With one hand still interlocked with his, the other reached up and gripped his hair pulling him even closer to you.
Your mouths never broke apart, even as a soft moan left your lips as his tongue moved with yours.
 You started to step back slowly, dragging him with you until your back hit the bed, Bens body covering yours, his hips slowly began to grind against yours, feeling his clothed cock through his breeches as he grinded against your heat.
You moaned softly into his mouth as your bodyâs moved together.
âBenâ you groaned, as his lips separated from yours and moved to your neck, pressing quick sloppy kisses before leaning over you his eyes staring into yours.
He whispered your name, âdo you want to keep going?â
You nodded, leaning up to reach for the laces of your gown, you never broke eye contact as you untied your dress, allowing it to fall slightly and reveal our thin chemise.
He blushed at the sight, leaning back and allowing you to fully remove your dress, before you reached for him and started to undo the ties of his tunic and breaches.
You moved slowly, taking him in as you undid his clothes, your touches lingering as you finally revealed his naked chest.
Now only in your small clothes, he reached over you once more, his body covering yours and his lips once again capturing yours.
Your bodies continued to move against each other the friction casing moans and groans to fall from his lips and yours.
Your chemise bunching up at your waist, revealing your wet cunt to Ben.
âgodsâ he said, feeling your bare cunt rub against his length, âhis hands moved from where he had placed them at your waist to move along your thighs.
He swallowed slightly as your legs began to part, baring yourself to him.
âDo you ever touch yourself?â he asked, his fingers moved closer to your heat.
âyesâ you breathed as he lightly teased your folds.
âShow meâ
You breathe grew heavy, as you nervously moved your fingers down the length of your body.
Ben moved back from you as your finger dipped into your folds, gathering up your silk.
Circling your clit is slow motions, you never broke eye contact, soft moans leaving your mouth.
With one fingering circling your clit you began to dip another into your folds, circling and teasing yourself before finally plunging a finger into your hole.
You let out a moan as you did, slowly pumping your finger in and out of you.
âGods, your beautiful,â Ben said, his hand coming to meet yours as he swiftly replaced your fingers, plunging two fingers into your hole.
You let out a high-pitched moan. The feel of his fingers was nothing compared to yours, the pleasure entirely different, even more so when his thumb came to circle your clit.
âLike this?â he asked, his movements unsure as he watched you and took in every moan or whimper you made.
âYes! Gods yesâ you said, feeling your peak wash over you as his fingers moved faster in and out of you.
You breathed heavily, sinking into the mattress as you rode out your peak.
âGood?â he asked, reaching forward to press a soft kiss to your mouth.
âyesâ you said, before sitting up and reaching for the bottom of your chemise.
âAre you sure?â he asked, as you began to take of the last layer of clothing.
You smiled, nodding your head, and revealing yourself to him.
He moaned at the sight of you, getting impossible hard as he took you in.
He stood of the bed slowly, moving to take of his final layer and bare himself to you.
You groaned at the sight, âcome hereâ you breathed.
He slowly crawled back onto the bed, his body covering yours once more as he took your lips in a passionate and heated kiss, his legs slowly parted yours as he positioned himself at your entrance.
âAre you sure?â he asked softly, moving to caress your face.
Nodding, you reached up to kiss him, âyesâ.
And with that he slowly entered you.
Groaning at the stretch, you felt a slight sting as he slowly entered you, your face contorted in quick discomfort that quickly faded as he settled himself fully inside you, allowing you time to adjust.
He seemed lost tin pleasure at the feeling of your heat wrapped around his length, his face buried in the nape of your neck as he held back from moving.
âYou can moveâ you breathed after a minute, hands wrapping around his neck as you moved your hips to urge him.
He moved slowly, pumping in and out of you, learning every move that made you moan or whimper.
He kissed slowly at your neck as his hips pumped in and out of you, his groans muffled by your neck as he began to pump faster and harder.
Your moans grew more frequent, your hand reaching down to rub at your clit as you felt the familiar feel of your peak hitting you once more, it was fast but no less pleasurable as you and he reached your peak simultaneously.
He swiftly removed himself and finished on your stomach, as your fingers continued to circle your clit, as you rode out your peak.
âgodsâ you laughed, after a few minutes, ben having gone to get a cloth to clean you up. âI hadnât expected this for my namedayâ you said reaching for him and pulling him into for a kiss once more.
You spent the night wrapped in his embrace, dawn coming faster than you had hoped and you were soon sneaking back into your rooms.
As the moons passed your meetings became ones of lovers, with romantic rendezvous with disguises as you went to Fairmarket parading as smallfolk away from prying eyes.
Your nights spent in each otherâs embrace, whether it was in the inn or under the stary sky.
Now six moons later, you did not regret that night or the nights that followed, but the look of disappointment your brother gave you made you wish a part of you desired to take it back. Â
ânoâ Benji spoke, answering his uncleâs question of your maidenhead.
âYou will marryâ he spoke, your father will approve it and Iâm sure we could do with peace with our too sides, with the talk of war and allâ.
But your father had instantly refused, saying he would rather a whore for a daughter than a blackwood.
You had been locked in your room for three moons, wedding arrangements made for you a lord Mallister.
You had been unable to escape to leave and see Ben, your every move watched and monitored. Though you had heard he had demanded to see you, begging for your hand and even challenging lord Mallister to a duel.
All had been refused and you were starting to lose all hope of ever seeing him again.
Then there was a tap at your window.
âBen!â you whisper shouted, seeing him hanging onto the wall for dear life as you opened the window to let him in.
âHow did you- âyou began to ask only to be cut of with a demanding kiss as Bens lips attacked yours.
âI have missed youâ he breathed as you pushed you down onto the bed and began to untie his breeches. âMy father agrees we should wed.â he started, kissing you again, as he began to bunch up your skirts, revealing your heat to him. âHe says the only way your father would accept us to marry his if you were pregnantâ he breathed, his breaches now around his ancles as his finger began to tease your hole.
âPregnant?â you questioned, âhe said heâd rather me a whore than a blackwoodâ you said, moaning as he began to pump in fingers in and out of your entrance.
âYour father is also a devout man of the faith, is he notâ he said, fingers pumping in and out of you.
âyesâ you moaned, âand you and your family are followers of the old godsâŠhe would never- âyou cut yourself off with a moan as his cock replaced his fingers, plunging in and out of you at fast pace.
âAnd yet he said to my father that if a babe came, he would allow itâŠand yet he kept you from me, from any chance of usâ he groaned, leaning down to kiss you as he felt your walls clench around his cock as you came.
âI am going to fuck a baby into you, going to fill you up with my seedâ he groaned, âI will come, climb the walls of your castle every night until you a bred and then we shall get married and you will me mine, not that cunt Mallister!â his tone was harsh, but as his eyes bore into yours you saw the longing, the love and sense of purpose as he fucked you like he had never fucked you before.
It was primal, pure animalistic as he fucked his seed into you.
He lay on top of you, his cock still in you as you both caught your breath.
That night he took you in more ways than you could count, and in the breath moments his cock wasnât filling you he recounted his days apart from you.
But as dawn broke, he was forced to leave, just like every other night you shred in each otherâs arms.
But he fulfilled his promise visiting you every night until your moons blood stopped, and a pregnancy was confirmed.
Your father was furious, hated how you had defied him, found away to see Ben once more, and now he was forced to marry you.
With a slight swollen belly, it was no secret of why the Brackens and Blackwoodâs once again decided to try at peace, even more so when Ben could hardly wait for the bedding ceremony to take you as his wife.
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As the Tides Turn
Aeron Bracken x fem!reader x Davos/Benjicot Blackwood
[warnings: mdni (18+), kissing, cunilingus, blowjob, implied anal?, double penetration, riding, breeding, pronebone, rough sex, creampie, aeron & benji makeout(mxm), mating press, reverse cowgirl, degrading, praising, aftercare, fingering, barely any plot, threesome
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[a/n: i said it was going to be short drabble, but it took a turn for the better. also let me know if i missed something. there could very well be misspellings and such, so caution!
similar | Weirwood Whispers | Surrender |
Tensions were heavy at Raventree Hall, the ancestral seat of House Blackwood. The grand castle, surrounded by ancient weirwoods, was a place of mystery and power. Tonight, it was also a place of passion and conflict. You had been caught in a whirlwind of emotions ever since arriving at the castle. Your presence had not gone unnoticed by Davos Blackwood and Aeron Bracken, two men whose rivalry was legendary. The animosity between the houses of Blackwood and Bracken was as old as the trees that surrounded the castle, but tonight, that rivalry took on a new, more personal dimension.
It had started innocently enough, with shared glances and lingering touches. You had first met with Davos, sharing a moment of passion together. Then came Aeron who only had the goal of giving you what you needed. Aeron had been the first to approach you since then, his charm and roguish smile making it easy to fall into his arms. The night had deepened, and one thing led to another until you found yourself in his chambers, the heat of his body pressing against yours.
Aeron's hands roamed your body with a hunger that matched your own. His lips found yours, and the kiss quickly became a battle for dominance.
Just as you were losing yourself in the moment, the door to Aeron's chamber burst open. Davos stood in the doorway, his eyes dark with fury. He had known something was amiss, but seeing you with Aeron ignited a rage within him that he struggled to contain.
"What in the Seven Hells is going on here?" Davos' voice was a low growl, filled with anger and betrayal.
You and Aeron froze, the reality of the situation crashing down upon you. He moved to shield you, but Davos was already striding into the room, his fists clenched at his sides.
"Aeron, you bastard," Davos spat, his eyes locked onto his rival. "How dare you touch them!"
Aeron, ever the provocateur, met Davosâ gaze with a defiant smile. "They came to me willingly, Blackwood. Can you say the same?"
Davosâ temper flared, and he lunged at Aeron, pulling him away from you and slamming him against the wall. He looked into his eyes with an unknown amount of tension. The two men grappled, their struggle a physical manifestation of the centuries-old enmity between their houses.
"Enough!" you cried, your voice cutting through the tension. "Itâs always this fighting.â
Both men paused, their eyes turning to you. You stood there, vulnerable yet strong, a force that drew them both despite their hatred for each other. "Davos," you said, your voice softer now, "Aeron and I... we love each other, but it doesn't change how I feel about you."
Davosâ anger faltered, replaced by a deep hurt. He released Aeron, who staggered back, rubbing his jaw where Benjicot had struck him.
"You knowâŠyou don't have to choose," Aeron said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "We can share them." The suggestion hung in the air, charged with a forbidden allure. Davosâ eyes flicked between you and Aeron, his jealousy warring with his desire.
"Can you accept that?" you asked Davos, stepping closer to him. "Can you share me?"
Davosâ jaw clenched, but he nodded. "If it's what you want."
You looked at both men, your heart pounding in your chest. "Then, come to me." Slowly, tentatively, they approached you. Aeron was the first to touch you, his hands sliding over your bare skin, igniting a fire that had only been momentarily extinguished. Davos followed, his touch more hesitant but no less passionate.
The three of you moved together, a tangle of limbs and desire. Aeron kissed you deeply, his hands guiding you near the bed, while Davosâ lips trailed down your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
The sensation of both men touching you, their hands exploring every inch of your body, was overwhelming. You moaned softly, the sound spurring them on. Aeron positioned himself behind you, his hands on your hips, while Davos moved in front of you, his eyes locked onto yours.
"You are mine," Aeron murmured against your ear, his voice thick with desire. "Tonight."
âOurs.â Davos corrected, his anger now a distant memory.
Their words sent a shiver down your spine, and you surrendered to the moment. Aeron's hands were firm and demanding, guiding you back against him, while Davosâ touch was gentle, almost reverent.
Aerons began to lift the hem of your nightgown, finding the sweet spot that was craving to be touched. He started to tease you, moving his fingers everywhere except inside. You whined in bliss. As you were trying to find his hand, the boy in front of you grabbed it. Stopping you from doing anything.
âNuh-uh sweetheart, what do you think you are doing?â Davos was glaring at you as his eyes darkened with a smirk in his face. âWe will take our time with you.â He then began his attack on your nape and Aeron continued his teasing.
After a few moments, Davos took your hand and guided you towards the bed. Aeron took a seat at the center of it, with his back against the headboard. You soon found yourself on top of Aeron, straddling him as you slowly moved your clothed hips with a slow pace. The clothes began have yet to get discarded, yet you could very evidently feel him. Davos, on the other hand started to untie the knots of your flimsy night gown, taking it off your body and tossed it on the floor. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements as he thrusts his hips towards you with need. You could feel his hardness laying against your ass. The two men were desperate to get inside of you, however they were trying to take their time. As you started to relief aeron from his trousers, you began to kiss his neck. A small moan could be heard as you finally took his tip into your hand.
Aeron then fully removed his trousers and tossed them aside, his hands falling back to your hips. âNeed youâŠâ he panted heavily against your ear. as your chests touched. The heat between you was intense, every touch, every kiss, a testament to the desire you both felt.
Davos stopped his actions and watched, his eyes dark with a mix of jealousy and desire. His breathing grew heavier as he observed you and Aeron, the sight of you lost in pleasure stirring something primal within him. He couldn't deny the pull any longer, already removing his trousers as well.
With a deep breath, Davos joined you both in the act as he came closer. He positioned himself behind you once more, his hands sliding up your back and over your shoulders, grounding you with his touch. The warmth of his body pressed against yours as his lips found the nape of your neck once again, kissing and biting it gently. The dark haired boy began to slowly push your chest towards Aeronâs, making the both you lay on the bed. Davos continued to press his hand as it trailed down your spine until it laid on the curve of your back. His hips finally started to move against your other sweet spot, with a slight tease. Though he had yet to push his cock into you.
The sensation of being between the two men was overwhelming. Aeron's grinding movements beneath you became more rapid, his grip tightening on your hips. He started to move you upwards so he can thrust his cock into you from below. His hands started to spread you cheeks to give Davos a better view of his cock thrusting inside of you, a teasing smile creeping up on his lips.
Davos hands roamed your body, caressing your skin as he pressed himself against you, his arousal evident. "You're so beautiful," Davos murmured against your ear, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and desire. "We want to make you feel everything. Every part of us."
Aeron's hands moved to your breasts, teasing your sensitive nipples as he thrusted harder. The combined sensations were too much, and you cried out, your body trembling with pleasure.
Davos hand slid down to your pussy, his fingers joining inside of you as Aeron's movements began to intensify. You gasped, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. The two men worked in perfect harmony, their hands and bodies bringing you closer to the edge.
With a final, desperate cry, you came, your body shaking with the force of your release. Aeron followed soon after, his grip on your hips tightening as he shot his cum into you. Davosâ touch was the last to leave you, his fingers trailing down your spine as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.
âItâs my turn with them,â He said as he sat up on his knees and he watched you needlessly. âAlone. Now move.â He stood there glaring at Aeron to move, and he did. He pulled you away from his body as Davos grabbed you by the waist. Picking you up like you were light as a feather.
Davos took his turn with you, his strength and urgency making it clear how deeply he desired you. He placed you down back in the bed, making you face the hot mattress. You were now underneath him, his body pressing into yours with a passionate intensity. His hands explored every inch of your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. He pushed his tip between your folds with a antagonising motion, that left you gasping for air. He was trying to remain calm, urging himself not to let go of his slow pace.
However Davos movements became more intense, his hips gaining momentum and started to pound against yours with a delicious rhythm. His hands moved to your breasts, teasing and kneading them as he buried his face in your hair, his breath hot against your neck. His kisses grew more fervent, his teeth grazing your skin as he moved lower, his hands exploring every inch of your body. Davosâ hand went down towards your folds playing with you once again. Pushing two fingers inside which left them already soaking, thanks to your first orgasm. His fingers continued this rapid pace, the squelching noises combined with your moans and his grunts, could be heard across the room. As the sensations were almost too much to bear, you cried out, your body trembling with the intensity of your pleasure.
Aeron on the other hand was relieving himself to his view. Although he couldnât bare at the thought of sharing you with his rival, Davos, he couldnât help but feel aroused.
You were starting to get tired as he impossibly picked up the pace, which was making a white ring develop around the base of his cock. Pushing the cum that aeron released earlier, further inside. He grasp onto your hair and pushed you deeply against the mattress as he almost pulled out and pushed himself in. The noises got louder and so did your moans, gripping the sheets with intense pleasure until your knuckles turned white. âDonât let go just yetâ he whispered, focusing on making sure you had the most pleasurable experience.
You hummed in response, too cock drunk to say a word. Davos plunged his hips into you after fully pulling out, splitting you open on his thick cock. He started to coo at your adorable attempts to trying to squirm away from his staggering thrusts. "Poor princess, are you regretting your decisionâŠâ
You hummed at his words without thinking, spit pooling in your mouth from being fucked so good that you couldn't even remember to swallow anymore. âN-noâ you moaned.
He pushed your head into the mattress, as he treated your body like his personal fleshlight. The dark haired man groaned at how wet you were and the squelching sounds your cunt made. It was so filthy that it got him throbbing more and more inside of you.
âLook at this Aeron,â the boy chuckled as he spread your ass cheeks to reveal how wet you were. âWish this was you, huh.â he grunted, voice trembling from how soft and wet your walls were around his cock. Davos slowed down as he sat in his knees, looking back at Aeron to see why he wasnât responding.
âAre you seriously going to just stand there, pleasuring yourself like a horny bastard.â he spoke as he caressed your back as your breath began to calm.
âYou said it was your turn,â Aeron rolled his eyes and scoffed. âYou blackwood cunt.â
Filling with rage once again, Davos pulled out of you making your walls contract harshly. He got off the bed and walked over towards the blonde, menacingly staring at him.
He took his hand and took a grasp of Aeronâs blond locks, yanking his head against his. âSay it againâ He dared staring into his eyes, with a gazed look. The boy gulped nervously as he looked at him. One thing lead to another and they both leaned in for a feverishly long kiss. Luckily, you got to catch your breathe before they were reminded that you were there.
They both pulled out from their kiss, panting and grasping for air. âYour turn, but i canât promise to keep my hands to myself.â Davos pushed aeron by his waist towards you, following closely behind.
âCome here, ___â The raven-haired boy commanded, and you did. You walked up to them looking at their hunger-filled eyes.
Aeron reached out, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from your face before leaning in to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His mouth moved against yours with a demanding urgency, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer. He continued kissing you as he sat on the bed, at the same spot as earlier.
Behind you, Davos watched, his gaze filled with a mix of jealousy and longing. His presence was a steady, comforting force, contrasting sharply with Aeron's intense passion.
Davos stepped closer, his fingers lightly grazing your arm before moving to your waist, his touch sending shivers of anticipation through your body.
Aeron's kisses grew more fervent, his lips and tongue exploring yours with an insatiable need. His broad shoulders and powerful frame pressed against you, enveloping you in his warmth. The rugged knight's hands roamed your back, pulling you tightly against him as he deepened the kiss.
The sensation of being kissed so passionately by Aeron while Davosâ skilled fingers explored your body was amazingly satisfying. You moaned softly into Aeron's mouth, your body arching into their combined touch. The noble knight's fingers moved higher, brushing against your folds, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips.
Aeron's kisses became more urgent, his teeth grazing your lower lip as he devoured you with a fierce intensity.
The handsome rogue's hands gripped your waist, holding you steady as Davosâ fingers found your cunt. He curled his fingers inside you, pressing against that spot that made you see stars, while his thumb circled your sensitive nub. Aeron's lips found your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, "Do you like this? Do you like being touched by both of us?"
You could only moan in response, your body trembling with the intensity of your pleasure. The passionate knight's kisses trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he marked you as his.
You straddled Aeron, the Bracken Lord, with your back facing him. His broad shoulders tensed beneath you as you positioned yourself over him. The fierce lover's hands gripped your hips, guiding you into place. The sensation of him filling you was intense, and you let out a soft moan as you settled your folds between his cock.
Aeron's hands moved to your waist, steadying you as you began to move. His touch was both firm and gentle, guiding your hips as you rocked back and forth. His breathing grew heavier, matching the pace of your movements.
Davosâ eyes were fixed on yours, a look of pure hunger in his gaze. In front of you, he watched intently. The noble knight's presence was a grounding force as he stood by, his eyes never leaving the two of you. As you began to ride Aeron with a steady rhythm, Davos stepped closer to Aeron, his hands finding the blondeâs face. With a mix of desire and possessiveness, he drew Aeron's lips to his, engaging in a deep, passionate kiss.
The room was filled with the sounds of your soft moans, your cunt squelching, Aeron's heavy breaths, and the quiet whispers of their exchanged kisses. As you continued to ride Aeron, your body moving in a rhythm that drove you both wild, you could feel Aeron's hands gripping you tighter, his touch becoming more insistent.
The kiss between him and Davos was passionate, their lips and tongues exploring each other with a deep hunger. Aeron's eyes occasionally flickered to you, filled with a raw intensity that only heightened your pleasure. You leaned forward, resting your hands on his thighs for a better angle. Davos hands roamed over Aeron's chest, his touch both tender and possessive.
Aeron's thrusts upward met your downward motions, creating a rhythm that drove you both to the brink of ecstasy. The Bracken Lord's lips remained locked with Davos, their kiss a blend of passion and urgency.
You could feel yourself reaching your peak, the combined force of Aeron's thrusts and Davosâ kiss creating a whirlwind of pleasure. Aeron's grip on your hips was unwavering, his hips becoming more frantic as he neared his release. He was moaning against his lips.
The raven-haired lord's hands moved to your hips, guiding you down onto the bed. You lay back propped up on your elbows, your heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and desire. Aeron positioned himself between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours as he lowered himself down. The fierce lover's touch was gentle yet insistent, his fingers finding your cunt and slipping inside, preparing you for what was to come.
Davos, the noble knight, moved behind you, his hands caressing your shoulders. His touch was a soothing balm, grounding you as Aeron's fingers worked their magic. The handsome rogue's touch was expert, each movement driving you wild with need. You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch, your core aching for more.
Aeron's eyes met Davos, a silent agreement passing between them. The Bracken Lord removed his fingers, positioning himself at your entrance. He entered your wet folds slowly, his broad shoulders tensing as he slid easily inside, his eyes never leaving yours. The sensation was intense, your body adjusting to his size as he filled you completely. He then settled your legs on his shoulders, drawing you closer to him and lifting you up.
Behind you, Davos positioned himself, his hands gripping your hips as he prepared to join Aeron.
The stalwart defender's touch was firm yet gentle, his fingers caressing your skin as he positioned himself alongside Aeron. You felt a moment of tension, your body tensing in anticipation before Davos began to push inside, slowly and carefully as Aeron pulled out. They both took turns with your folds, pushing each others cum back inside you.
àŁȘâ âč Ë ֎ Ö  àŁȘâ âč Ë ֎ Ö Â
You have completely lost track of how long the three of you have been fucking. You had countless orgasms and the two rivals were sure taking their time with you. After taking a good break, the tension began to rise again. Sooner or later, Aeron moved with a rhythm as your breasts bounced with each thrust that began to get harder than the last. His eyes never left yours, the connection between you deep and unbreakable. He pulled your hips down harder against his every time you tried to pull away, your orgasm coming near for the fourth time. Davos helped him by snapping your hips downwards.
âI need to make sure you are ready for later, so you might feel a bit full,â âBut you can take it, right?â
You nodded as your head hanged from Aeronâs shoulders. Davos began to push over digits against your other hole. The way you were hugging his finger was going to drive him crazy. He bite his lip trying to refrain from moaning. âFucking shut,â he exclaimed to himself. âYou are tighter than beforeâ
àŁȘâ âč Ë ֎ Ö  àŁȘâ âč Ë ֎ Ö Â
His dark eyes were intense, filled with a mix of hunger and determination as he prepared to take you. You laid back on the bed, your body eagerly anticipating the sensation of his touch.
Meanwhile, Aeron, the Bracken Lord, was already settled behind you. His hands gripped your shoulders as you laid there before him, your lips wrapped around his throbbing cock. The fierce lover's hands tangled in your hair, guiding your movements as you worked to please him.
Davos approached with a firm but gentle hand, lifting your legs and positioning them to touch your chest. The Black Knight's hands were rough but skilled as he guided you into place, his touch eliciting a soft gasp from you. You felt the anticipation building as he aligned himself with your folds, his eyes locked on yours as he prepared to claim you.
The feeling of Davos's thick cock pressing against you was delicious. You let out a soft moan, the sound muffled by Aeron's length as you continued to suck him with a steady rhythm. Davos's hands gripped your hips firmly as he slowly pushed inside, his movements deliberate and controlled. As he filled you, you could feel the heat of his body against yours, his rugged frame creating a stark contrast to Aeron's more refined presence. The Black Knight's thrusts were deep and powerful, each one driving you closer to the edge.
Aeron's hands gripped your hair tighter, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched you pleasuring him. His fingers occasionally brushed against your skin, heightening the pleasure of his own experience. The Bracken Lord's moans and groans mingled with Davos's grunts and your own soft cries of pleasure, creating a symphony of sounds that filled the room.
The intensity of Davos's thrusts only heightened the pleasure you were receiving from Aeron. Each powerful push of the Blackwoodâs hips against thighs sent waves of sensation through you, causing you to moan around Aeron's cock. Bracken Lord's grip on your hair was a mix of control and tenderness, guiding you with a firm yet gentle hand.
As Davos's pace grew more urgent, his breathing becoming more ragged, you felt the knot in your stomach feeling tighter. The combination of Aeron's cock in your mouth and Davos's powerful thrusts felt delicious, creating a crescendo of pleasure that left you gasping for breath.
Aeron's groans grew louder, his grip on your hair tightening as he neared his release. Davos, too, was reaching his release as his thrusts became more erratic. With a final, powerful thrust, he groaned deeply, his body shuddering with the force of his release. The sensation of his climax filling you was intense, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction that left you breathless. He stayed in that position as you continued to suck off aeron.
âNow be a good princess and keep all of this cum inside you, okâ The raven haired man said as he leaned towards your ear. He pushed his cock out from inside you. The mixture of his cum, your own and the remnants of Aeron, began to leak out. The blonde man kneeling in front of you groaned at the sight.
At the same time, Aeron's length twitched in your mouth as he found his own release, his groans muffled by the pleasure you were giving him. His grip on your hair relaxed as he let out a long, satisfied sigh.
The room was filled with the sounds of aeron thrusting his cock into your mouth. Davos's hands gently stroked your thighs as he slowly pushed his finger inside you, his touch tender and soothing. Aeron's hands caressed your face, his touch soft and affectionate as he pulled you away from him.
a/n: half of the time i couldnât take myself seriously when writing thisâŠlol
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