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i feel like being in love with benjicot (davos) blackwood is a lot like “feelz” by lil peep…. just like complete and utter devotion for the person he knows is truly his. he would do anything to keep you with him; would cut down any man who dared to lay his eyes on ur pretty face.

“ i would never put a knife in her back, the love i give her is kinda creepy, but fuck it, she orders and i deliver ”

like yeah… that’s benji. he loves you so so so much. betraying you, giving you up, watching you suffer, these are thoughts that fill him with ire. he would truly do anything for you, anything you asked him to!! and sometimes it may be overbearing and concerning and extremely suffocating to feel that amount of love and devotion coming from one man. but sometimes you look at him and just know he would burn all of the seven kingdoms for you, like a true born dragon, if only u would ask.

“ baby you got nowhere to hide i’m coming for you, your parents could never fathom the levels to i adore you ”

god and if u were a bracken! pls ur actually never getting away from him and his love and his devotion. no matter how forbidden or against it ur parents may be. i mean now that he’s lord blackwood who’s going to stop him from having you, from stealing you if he must. ur poor parents trying to send you away, trying to starve off the war the comes with benjicot and his desires. the war that comes from keeping him away from you. i can imagine the day they finally yield, giving him the location of their precious daughter so he may go and steal her for himself and end the war along with it.

god he would make you his home. sigh idk just a feelz kinda love with benjicot.

(i am new to writing for hotd/got please have mercy and put the shame bell down)

oh nothin just thinkin abt benjicot putting his pretty little bracken wife in a mating press with her knees pushed up to her chest and tears rolling down her perfect pleasure stricken face. she made one stupid joke about "going back to the other side bcus the food is better" and now she’s on her back with ben humping in and out of her tight little cunt, bcus he would rather fuck a blackwood kin into her instead of letting her go anywhere tbh. it happens fast too, one minute she’s laughing at her little joke and the next the she can’t hear anything over the sound of ben’s groaning in her ear. he’s senselessly mumbling about filling her up with little blackwood babies and marking her as his property forever, eyes rolling back into his head while he tries to keep his strokes nice and deep and even, trying to focus on making a point regardless of how heavenly you feel. he can’t decide weather to look at the way ur tears stream down ur face and hit the sheets or the way his cock makes ur cunt continue the froth up with all the seed he’s pumped into you. smug feeling washing over his spine as he knows you’ll have a hard time going anywhere now, swollen with his cum and only able to think of his name and nothing else.

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face sitting with pretty nosed benjicot (smut)

a lovely anon has recently reminded me of the gospel that doja cat spoke, about men with big beautiful noses that are made for face sitting, riding, and everything in-between. and of course the only man on my mind at the moment is benjicot so i’d like to talk about it. him. everything.

firstly, i’d like to mention the moments where he’d crave being between ur legs the most. so prone to getting himself into fights, knocking some bloody bracken to the floor just to immediately turn tail back to the blackwood castle walls. storming up to ur shared chambers and bullying himself between ur legs until he can drown himself in everything that is you. and i do mean bullying in a literal sense, interrupting whatever it is u we’re doing in ur shared chambers, dragging you to the edge of your bed and parting ur thighs for himself. broad shoulders holding them open as ur thighs rest on his shoulders and his thumbs pressing bruises into the curve of ur hips…

or, in the rare chance of a marital dispute [he fights too much and he’s doesn’t understand what the issue is as that’s the blackwood way. but god do you mouth off about it. regardless!]

he can’t stop himself from manhandling you just a bit, pulling you on top of his face and shutting you up for just a little while. hops you’ll cède ur complaining when he does nothing but make you moan. pushing ur pretty skirts up until they pool around his head and he’s face to face with the part of you that could never deny him. A firm bruising grip keeping you from being in control of ur own hips, as he’s the one who grinds your perfect cunt against his face. his mouth and nose making you feel better than his fingers ever have. his broad nose bumps against ur bundle of nerves in the most delicious way. toying his thumb in and out of ur entrance while sliding his hands up and down ur body, violently anticipating the moment that you’ll reach ur peak and paint his face in ur essence.

but just between us, i believe that his favorite part of the entire evening would be after you’ve peaked. when you’ve got the beautiful sheen of sweat coating you and your panting on top of him, now moved back to rest on his chest or stomach. looking down at him while he stares and studies you like the work of art you are. gently lowering you back to the bed and looking up and you, like he knows you aren’t quite satisfied yet. and the night is so young…

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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

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