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A treeline promise — [18+MDNI!!]

summary: you were preparing for battle, alone in the woods, until a Blackwood approaches you. When he challenges you to a fight, you don’t think twice and things get heated…

pairing: Benjicot Blackwood x Fem!Bracken!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: slight angst, p in v, (mentions of) blood, fighting, swear words, fingering, dirty talk, enemies with benefits????, english isn't my first language – (let me know if there were more!)

The only noises erupting in the field were the sound of your sword hitting the tree and the whispering wind flowing through the trees, rustling the leaves. It was early in the afternoon, and since your languages teacher had given you the rest of the day off, you’d decided to practice your sword fighting. It had been weeks since a new king had taken the throne, and with a new king came new troubles. “The usurper,” some of the smallfolk called him.

Your family, House Bracken, had declared their loyalty to him, so it didn’t matter who you believed to be the rightful heir. All you wanted was to prove yourself to your family, so that you could fight for them; so that you could be useful to them. Your father couldn’t fit a woman inside his head, which is why he was terribly against the idea of you fighting beside his men. No matter what your father thought, however, you would find a way to get yourself on the battlefield somehow, someway, and you would be prepared.

You repeated your swing, before practicing your stance again, when suddenly you heard crunching leaves behind you. You turned quickly, holding your sword as a shield, preparing for some wild animal to appear before you. Luckily it was just the brown-haired maniac you had despised since childhood. “What are you doing here, Blackwood?” you asked, annoyed that he had found your hidden practice spot. “Nothing, just taking a walk, until I heard the sound of someone being assaulted. Aren’t you embarrassed choosing a weaker opponent than yourself?” he said, jabbing his head towards the tree.

“Very funny as always,” you said, mimicking a smile. “Congrats on finding my hiding spot. I hope you’re delighted that it’ll take me a while to find a new one again”. He laughed. “No way! It truly does. However, I’m saddened that you have to retreat to such pathetic practices. Surely you could’ve found a better challenger?” The  hint of mockery didn’t go unnoticed by you. He leaned against a tree and sent you a smug smile. “I’m sure you can find plenty of men back in Stone Hedge, but I’ll be honoured to volunteer, nonetheless”.

His confidence disgusted you. “No, thank you. I’ll safe it for battle; for the real war that’s about to befall us,” you bit back. You put your sword back into its sheath and made an attempt to walk away. “Why wait?” he asked. “Time will pass either way. Afraid you’ll lose your head here before I can take it on the battlefield?”

You stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him. “You can’t be serious.”

Noticing he had finally captured your real attention, he smirked. “I’m serious if you are.”

The trees covering the land swayed quietly as if not to disturb the two of you. There was no man present within five miles of this area. No soul to disturb you. If you took him and won this fight, you’d prove yourself to your house. You’d prove yourself to your brothers, but most importantly to your father.

And if you didn’t win? It wouldn’t matter; at least you had fought bravely for your house, without backing down. It wasn’t a double-edged sword, but rather an unalloyed good.

You agreed. “Winning a fight against you is the best gift the Gods could grant me.” His eyes lit up, though something about his demeanour darkened in a sinister way. “How I cherish presumptuous fighters, as the sweeter my victory will be.”

“Gods, you’re insufferable,” you sneered at him. “Not as much as I’ll be when I win this,” he teased. You took your stance, just as you’d practiced, and when he was ready you lunged forward, taking the first attack. He dismissed it quickly, quicker than you had anticipated, and swung his sword to your chest. You had little time to adjust your position, shielding yourself from his charge.

The metal of your sword was heavy, making you grasp the hilt tighter. You rushed forward, thrusting your sword towards his waist.

From the clash between the two swords came a sound that breathed life into your veins and made your adrenaline surge. The swift vibrations aligned with your shaking hands that seemed as if they were on the verge of making you eat dust.

“Oh, c’mon Bracken, I thought you were finally up to defeat me.” His snickering smile stimulated you further to make this fight worth something.

You leapt forward in an attempt to gain the upper hand, never mind your muscles feeling as if they were coming undone. You heaved your sword above your elbow and swung it towards the side of his chest. With a quick move, however, he deflected the offensive, disarming you in the process. “A fatal loss it would’ve been if it were real,” he said, pointing his sword to your neck.

You stepped back. “If it were real?” you scoffed. “Afraid to finish what you started?”

“You can think whatever you want about Blackwoods, but we know honour. I do not slay someone who’s unarmed,” he replied, lowering his sword and putting it back into its scabbard. “The fight is simply over, and I won.”

The way he played around with your feelings; the nobility of the fight and your own made your body tense up. He acted as if the rules were made by him and everyone should blindly follow them as he saw fit. He always had, ever since you were kids.

Something inside you made you lung forward and punch him in the face. The hit caught him off guard, and he shifted back in response, but he kept his composure. His eyes started to water and he narrowed them. He pushed you hard before you could attempt to strike him again. The sharp impact of hitting the ground made your lungs ache, leaving a burning pain in your chest. “Was that the best you could do?” he grinned, his teeth now covered with blood dripping from his nose.

Despite the pounding pain, you swiftly crouched and dashed toward him, wrapping your arms around his knees and bringing him down. As you covered half his body, you landed a blow to his stomach. In return, he managed to kick you off, gaining control. He seized your arms and pinned you down, leaving you powerless to move.

“Ben, get off of me, you’re heavy,” you breathed with a raspy voice.

“Did I hear regret in that tone?” he mused, his voice a purr. His eyes glistened, reflecting the afternoon sun. The various shades of brown in his eyes had turned golden or amber, creating a captivating sunset effect. You'd known him for so long, yet you'd never noticed how mesmerizing his eyes could be. The prolonged eye contact made you forget yourself, your composure slipping as warmth rose in your cheeks. “At least you didn’t hold back,” you admitted.

You tried to recall his usual coyness, something that had often irked you, hoping to feel anything other than what you were feeling now.

Your body tensed when you felt a sensation near your groin. His growing bulge pressed against your clothed cunt. He moved closer and sighed, “I think you can handle more than just that.” Expecting another smug remark, you looked at him, but instead found sincerity in his expression, a depth you had never seen before. “No one has to know,” he whispered, his gaze shifting from your lips back to your eyes, silently seeking your approval. An unfamiliar sensation brewed in your lower stomach. “No one has to know,” you echoed with a sigh.

He pulled you into a long kiss that left you dizzy. Parting his lips slightly, he teased with his tongue over your lips, wordlessly asking for permission. You allowed him entry, and you tasted blood and desire. You heart was pounding in your ears and you felt intoxicated by him. His hands roamed your body from your neck to your chest, down to your waistbelt. He quickly undid it, pushing down your garments and exposing your cunt.

He stroked two fingers over your heat, slightly caressing it before sliding them through your folds. As he pumped in and out, you whimpered and spread your legs in response. “So desperate, and I’ve only barely touched you,” he purred. In any other instance you would’ve returned a witty remark, but you were suffering from brain fog. “Shut up-,” you breathed. He cut you off by pulling you into a sloppy kiss, moaning into your mouth. He added another finger and stretched you, desperately trying to make you sing more for him, and you did. You ached for him and whispered silent pleads as something was building up in your lower stomach.

You whined when he removed his fingers, having been refused your release. “I never knew you were such a needy girl. You should showcase that more often during our fights,” he teased. He unbuckled his own belt and quickly lowered his hose before stroking his length, preparing himself. He teased the tip against your entrance and hissed as he buried himself in your cunt at once. The suddenness of it left a stinging pain, making your hands grasp his shoulders. “Can’t you handle it, love?”

“I can- fuck, I can handle it,” you tried to bite back, but it came out as a whimper. He started to thrust into you, setting a slow pace. “You know, I thought Brackens cared about their reputation; their prestige, as well” he provoked, as he started a hungry, desperate pace, making your breath hitch and moan his name in lust. The sinful, wet noises drowned out your own. “Though I must’ve been mistaken”.

The tempo was too much, too frantic, and you clenched around his dick, nearing release. He closed his eyes, mouth agape. “Your legs are trembling, am I making you feel this good?” he teased, trying to regain his composure. That same feeling was brewing in your lower stomach and you felt close. You pressed him closer to you, feeling him deeper, making him hit that sweet spot inside you that made your toes curl. “Benji, I’m so close, please-“

“Say what you want and I’ll give it to you,” he breathed. Tears were forming in the corner of your eyes; the feeling was too much, you needed you release. Fuck dignity, fuck tranquillity. “I want you to fuck me, please” you begged. He pounded into you while a finger stroked firm circles around your clit. The feeling was electric and you came hard whilst seeing stars.

You were clenching, attempting to drain him, making his cock twitch while he hissed and arched his back. “Fuckkk,” he sighed as he quickly pulled out, releasing himself on your stomach.

He collapsed onto you, making your breath hitch. His face was buried into your neck and you could feel the rhythm of his heart in his chest match yours. You closed your eyes as clarity hit you like a wave. This was wrong, and it couldn’t happen again. He took you by surprise when he took you into an embrace, holding you close. “Are you all right?” he whispered. You nodded, not knowing what to do now that you’re not in the trance that you were in before. He got up and pulled up his garments before helping you get dressed. Your emotions were scattered, and you didn’t know what to feel anymore. “We can’t do this again, you know that, right?” you asked. His slightly swollen, flushed lips and blushed cheeks overwhelmed you, so you looked away. “We’ll be fighting against each other. Not to mention, our houses have been at each other’s necks for Gods know how long- it’s wrong,” you argued.  

“This never happened,” you said in an attempt to reassure yourself more than him. He picked your sword up from the ground and offered it to you. “If a tree falls, does it make a sound if no one else is there to hear it?”.

“Nothing happened,” Benji assured you. You took your sword and felt the cold metal of the afternoon air on the hilt. Some miles away you heard thunder, and the sky had gone grey and darker.

“I hope to see a worthy opponent like yourself on the battlefield when war arrives,” he said with a gentle smile. Something inside both of you hoped you wouldn’t, though, and when lightning arrived above your hiding spot, when the two of you had been gone long, it split a tree in two. Parting both sides from each other to never be one again.

WHAT THEY DON’T KNOW — house of the dragon

Davos Blackwood x Bracken!Reader

[ forbidden love, sex content, oral sex, semi-outdoor sex ]

Description: The long-going feud between house’s Blackwood and Bracken won’t stop her from loving the man her heart desires, even if he is on the other side of the dispute.

Authors note: he might not be benjicot Blackwood but he’s still my man. And yes, I’m doing this instead of writing chapter 4 of serendipity…

The young lady Bracken sighed as her brothers messed around the field, a little too close to the barrier stones that separated the lands of house Blackwood and Bracken.

“Can you even get that thing up?” One of the brothers laughed. Aeron pulled the hilt of his sword from his belt, “Well enough for killing Blackwood’s” he smirked.

She only rolled her eyes, weaving daisies together to make a crown, bored of her brothers yet not enough to stay inside with her family back home.

She missed her lover. Though, she could never say it out loud, for she would be cast aside by her own family, she was in love with a Blackwood, and he loved her too.

“Bracken!” A familiar voice shouted. All of the yellow clothed siblings looked towards the men, a fluttering feeling filling her belly as she saw her lover stepping towards them.

“Put the boundary stones back.” Davos demanded.

“We didn’t move them.” Aeron said as he moved towards the Blackwoods. Davos scoffed, “Oh, did they move themselves then?”

“Just rolled their way over so Bracken cows can fill their bellies on Blackwood grass.” He continued.

Even when angry, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. She constantly had to bite back a smile whenever she was around her family when she thought about him or saw him.

“The assize of Riverrun-“ Aeron began, “fuck the assize, and fuck you.” Davos smugly said, annoyed at the Bracken man.

“This is our land.”

“It’s Bracken land.”

The Lady Bracken finally stood from her rock, smoothing out the sides of her dress, flower crown in hand. She slowly stepped towards her brother, Aeron.

He turned away from the Blackwood boy, walking away from the situation. The Bracken girl’s eyes never left her lovers and his gaze finally met hers, almost softening instantly.

“Babe-killer.” Aeron mumbled under his breath as he passed his sister.

“What did you say?” His head whipped towards the Bracken boy. Aeron sucked in a breath, stepping back in front of his sister in a way of protecting her.

“Your false queen, Rhaenyra, is a kinslayer.” She gulped at her brother’s words. She knew what her lover would think of this, she worried of his words that would come later that night when they saw each other.

He knew she never agreed with her family, yet he always had something to say.

“Your uncle declared for Aegon, did he?” Davos bit his tongue.

“Well then, let me tell you.” He said as he stepped towards the Bracken’s. “Aegon Targaryen is no true king…just as you are not true knight.” He got into the boys face.

“You’re both craven, little cunts!” He exclaimed as he pushed the man back. She gasped a quickly stepped out of the way, Aeron pulled out his sword, pointing it at the man before him.

“Aeron!” She shouted.

Davos began laughing, stepping towards the blade, “you wouldn’t dare!”

She quickly broke up the men, “stop this at once! It is merely stones, they can be put back!” She tried to explain.

“Sister-!”

“We will put them back.” She looked between the boys before settling her eyes on her secret lover. “They will be put back, I promise you.”

His gaze lightened, “they better be.” He said as he pulled away, commanding his brothers to follow him back home.

“Why would you do that?” Aeron asked.

“Would you rather die over stones?” She scoffed.

“Fuck-“ she gasped as her lover flicked his tongue over her swollen bud, one hand gripping his dark locks under her skirts and another gripping the wooden barrel beneath her.

The torch light of the empty stable, much far away from the homes of both lovers, shined against her pale skin. Her dress falling down her shoulders.

His tongue entered her dripping entrance. The moans that escaped her were loud and needy as she through her head back in pleasure.

“Davos, please- my love!” Her hips began grinding onto his face, chasing the pleasure he brought her.

His hands gripped onto the soft flesh of her thighs, eating her cunt as if it would be the last meal he would ever have.

The feeling of her peak blinded her, forcing her to see the light. Her noises were louder than ever before as he brought her to her high.

Her heart beat rapidly as she came down to earth, giggling at the bubbly feeling she felt expanding through her.

Her lover stood from her skirts, licking his lips of her essences. His smile was intoxicating, his hands found their way to her waist as he pulled her into him, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss as she jumped down with shaky legs to the ground.

“I love you-“ he mumbled into her mouth.

She pulled away from his lips with a smile on her face, “and I love you.” She pressed her forehead to his.

His hungry lips found hers again in a sensual kiss. He began yanking the dress down her shoulders and she reached to unlace the bodice.

The dress became undone and fell off her body, leaving her in a shift. The Bracken girl unpinned his cloak from his shoulders and slid it off, laying to on the ground below them.

She shrugged his undershirt off of his torso, her fingers finding their way to his breeches, unlacing the pants as they knelt down onto the cloak.

He threw off his breeches as she pulled her shift off of herself, revealing their bare bodies to each other.

He took her bare beauty in for a brief moment, truly not understanding how she could be apart of such a horrible family, yet be so perfect.

“My beautiful girl.” He smiled as he quickly tucked his head into her neck, bringing them to lay onto the cloak. She laughed at the feeling of his lips on her skin like a feather tickling her.

He leaned over her body, pressing a sweet kiss onto her smiling lips. His hands shifted her thighs up to rest on his hips.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

She nodded, taking his cheeks into her hands and gently pressing their heads together. Intimate moments like this, she cherished.

She gasped as his cock pushed against her entrance before sliding in gently. He bit his tongue at how tight she was, no matter how many times they did this, she was still so tight.

He began pumping into her tight, sopping cunt. His head fell into her neck with a groan, his hips not stopping their growing pace.

Her moans were music to his ears, conformation he was doing well.

“My love-“ she whimpered into his ear, planting wet kisses onto his neck. Her walls tightened around his cock as he continuously hit the deepest and most pleasurable part of her core.

Her back arched into him, her tits pressed themselves against his chest. “Davos-“ she gasped.

“Go on, my sweet- cum for me..” he groaned. Her cunt spasmed around his length, her mouth fell agape at the feelings of her peak taking over her for the second time that night.

His thrusts grew quick and erratic, he was close as well. “Fuck-“ he groaned, gripping onto her thigh with one hand and holding himself up onto the hay above her.

He quickly pulled out of her cunt, his hand flying down to his cock, pumping himself onto her stomach. His cum painted her belly in white streaks.

He fell down to her side and laid their panting next to his lover.

She pulled her handkerchief from the pocket of her dress and wiped herself and her belly from their spend.

The Bracken girl snuggled her body into her lovers side, head resting on his chest. Her fingers danced on his chest, drawing random shapes onto the warm skin. He pulled her in close with his arm, his own fingers caressing the skin of her bicep.

“So, your uncle really declared for aegon?” He broke the comforting silence.

She sighed, “must we really talk about this now, right after you fucked me so good?” She raised her head from his chest with a smile.

“Only asking, my love. Your brother is a foul prick, calling the rightful heir a kin-slayer when-“ he started before she forced her finger onto his lips to silence his rambling.

“Please, shut up about our families.”

He took her hips into his grasp and turned them over to where he was on top and she was below him, “you’re lucky I love you.” He smiled as she giggled at his words.

He sealed his confession with a kiss, the lovers worried of no one, miles away from their homes and under the roof of an abandoned stable, in the comfort of the night sky.