Last Goodbye - NSFW Beric x Reader
Pairing: Beric Dondarrion x Reader
Word Count: 2,505
Warnings: NSFW
Author’s Note: So first time ever posting anything I have written on tumblr and the first time I have ever posted smut. I’m not entirely happy with it but after days of revision, I figured it was time to bite the bullet and post. So I hope everyone enjoys!
Court had been dragging on for the last three hours and you were beginning to grow quite bored with all the pleasantries and formality. You had been in Kings Landing since the Tourney of the Hand and were way past ready to get out of the dirty, crowded city. Your eyes wandered over to your husband who was standing off to the side chatting quietly with Thoros. The two had become fast friends despite Thoros unseating him in the joust. As if sensing your eyes on him, Beric looked up to you at your spot in the gallery and offered a warm smile that you couldn’t help but return.
The moment was broken as a group of peasants were led into court. You watched quietly as the scene unfolded before you. Apparently, The Mountain had led a band of brigands under cover of darkness and ransacked three towns, killing everyone in their path and burning the towns to the ground. You forced bile down as you listened to the tales of horror of women and children being slaughtered like pigs. Out of instinct, you drew your hand to the small firm bump of your swollen abdomen.
The Knight of Flowers was causing a small scene as he practically begged Ned Stark for the honor of killing The Mountain. Thinking of the joust between the two, you almost wished that Stark would give the job to the young knight but thought better of it upon realizing that on the battlefield, he would stand no chance against the towering mountain. Your eyes wandered back to Beric who once again sensed your eyes on him and raised his gaze to meet yours.
“Lord Beric.” You froze as you realized who had spoke his name. Your heart sunk so low into your chest that you felt as if you might faint on the spot. Beric instantly tore his eyes from you and focused on the Hand of the King, taking a step forward. “Thoros of Myr. Ser Gladden. Lord Lothar.” You watched in a daze as the hand tasked them with assembling twenty men each to hunt down The Mountain, placing your husband in charge.
As Stark dismissed court for the day, you stayed rooted in your spot, tears shining in your (e/c) eyes. Feeling a hand on the small of your back, you turned to find Beric with a sad smile. Not wasting a moment, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you in close, wrapping his strong arms around you. A few tears escaped from your eyes as you clung to him not wanting to let go. The gravity of the situation weighing heavily on you. He wasn't just hunting down some random untrained brigands, he was going after The Mountain. The hulking brute could decimate the whole front line of an army and walk away unscathed and you were supposed to let your Beric hunt him down and bring him to justice. No. Absolutely not. You hadn't even told him you were with child yet.
You pulled back from Beric, harshly wiping the tears from your eyes before leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. Turning on your heel you began to march down the gallery towards the stairs to the main floor.
"(Y/N)!" You could hear him walking swiftly behind you to catch up to you. "Where are you going?" He grabbed your arm, turning you to face him.
"What does it look like?" You asked frustrated. "I am going to talk to the hand. This is a death sentence and you know it." Your voice was rising as the pain and anger you were feeling began to spill out. "I am not going to lose you." Your voice broke as the last words slipped out. Maybe you were overreacting but you knew what The Mountain was capable of. No matter how talented Beric was with a sword in his hand, there was no way he could bring down a mountain.
He reached up and caressed your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as your body filled with warmth at his soft touch. You opened your eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours. "You're not going to lose me." He said softly as he stared intently into your eyes. You wanted to believe him. You truly wanted nothing more than to believe him but the sense of dread in your gut was overwhelming.
"M'lord." You jumped at the sudden voice. "Sorry to intrude but I wasn't sure of our orders." The captain of your household guard said as he stepped closer to you.
Beric pulled away from you and straightened himself up as he observed the guard. "I trust you to pick twenty good men and young Edric Dayne as well, and task Dairn with gathering supplies. You will be staying behind with Lady (Y/N). Tell the men they are free to do as they please tonight as long as they are sober and ready to ride out at first light."
First light. You only had one night left before Beric ran off to hunt down The Mountain. You hardly noticed as the guard left you and you walked in a daze with Beric by your side. When you were safely back to your chambers, you rounded on Beric again, not ready to give up without a fight.
"Tell Stark that you can't do it." You pleaded with him.
He sighed, running a hand through his thick rust tinged locks. "You know I can't do that."
"Well then I'm coming with you." You made a big show about packing your things as you stomped around your chamber, shoving a knife into your satchel dramatically, making sure Beric saw the small blade.
Finding no point in arguing with you, Beric sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you to calm down from your current rage filled packing. As the last of the supplies you deemed necessary were shoved into your satchel you smiled victoriously. Any minute Beric was going to back out of his suicide mission when he understood how serious you were. You walked over to where he was sitting with a half smirk on your face and a slightly raised eyebrow, daring him to counter your move or back down.
Instead, you were startled when he reached up and grabbed a hold of your hands, before staring up into your eyes. "You are not going and I am. It's as simple as that, (Y/N)." He broke eye contact long enough to glance down at the small firm bump of your stomach. "I'm coming back to you, both of you."
The smile slipped from your face as you realized there was nothing you could do to stop him from leaving. Your last hope had been to tell him about the child you were carrying, his child. A new round of tears started as he pulled you into his lap. He ran his fingers through your hair as he whispered sweet nothings and promises of the life you would share with him, raising your child together. But in your gut, you knew this was goodbye. Beric, your Beric, was not going to return to you. To your child, who was only going to grow up hearing stories of his heroic and noble father but never actually meeting him. It broke your heart and no amount of begging or pleading would change it.
You awoke several hours later, wrapped up in his arms, having fallen asleep from crying. The sun was setting, sending his rusty hair aflame. He looked so at peace, so content that you dared not move. So you lay there next to him taking in every detail, from his steady breathing to his scent, to the way his skin felt against yours. Unable to resist touching him any longer, you lifted your hand gently brushing away the hair that had fallen across his forehead. You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips, smiling at the way his soft whiskers tickled your face.
His arms tightened around you, pulling you tight against his body, a small smile playing at his lips as he gently rubbed your swollen stomach. You placed your ear against his chest listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat.
“Is there nothing I can do to convince you to stay?” You asked softly.
“I am riding out with a hundred swords, a hundred of the best swords. Clegane’s head will be mounted on the gate of the red keep and I will be back in Blackhaven with you before you know it.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Don’t waste any more time fretting over it.”
You pulled away from him so you could gaze into his eyes, placing a hand on his cheek. “I am supposed to worry about you. Gods, I worry about you every day. I know you don’t want to hear that - but its the truth. I know you are confident enough with a sword in your hand. I don’t doubt you but this ill feeling just won’t go away.”
He let out a long sigh as he reached his hand forward and tucked your hair behind your ear. “I don’t want to waste any more time arguing over this, (Y/N).” The sadness in his rich, velvety voice was almost enough to break your heart. It dawned on you that this task scared him as much as it scared you but he had to do his duty, the hand had commanded it.
You slid closer to him, snaking an arm around his neck and pulling him down to you. Beric’s eyes widened slightly at your sudden change in mood. You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Sliding your tongue across his lips, he parted his mouth allowing you access. You tilted your head to the side deepening the kiss as you closed your eyes, your tongue fighting for dominance over his.
Your arm stayed wrapped around the back of his neck as you pulled him even closer to you, desperate to keep him as close to you as humanly possible. Beric slipped an arm to the back of the dress you had fallen asleep in and tugged at the loose end of the ribbon that kept the delicate silk dress on your body. As soon as the ribbon was loose, he pulled down one of the sleeves of the dress, revealing your bare shoulder. He rolled you from your side on to your back and climbed on top of you, only breaking your kiss to begin trailing kisses down your neck and across your bare shoulder.
A familiar warmth began to spread through your body from your womanhood as you turned your head bearing your neck for him. As his trail of kisses grew lower down your chest, you began to squirm as your skin grew more and more sensitive to his touch, the throbbing between your legs growing more intense.
Your hands found their way to the bottom of his shirt and you began to lift it up his back. He pulled away from you long enough to sit up and pull his shirt off the rest of the way, tossing it on the floor. Running your hands across his chest, a smile lit up your face as you grabbed a hold of his shoulders, pulling him back down to you. Your lips crashed together in a fervor as his hands worked on pulling your dress down the rest of your body, leaving you fully exposed to him.
Once you were completely exposed to him, he wasted no time sliding down your body to your dripping wet womanhood. He placed sweet kisses on the inside of your thighs, nibbling ever so slightly, eliciting a soft moan out of you. You bucked your hips towards him, begging him to take you in his mouth. He slowly rolled his tongue across your folds making your eyes roll back at the intense pleasure coursing through your body. Beric’s tongue flitted lightly over your clit and your hips involuntarily bucked into him causing him to nip slightly at you.
He placed his hands on your hips effectively pinning you down as he continued to lick and suck on you. Your moans grew erratic as you were coming closer to your orgasm. He pulled back sensing your iminent undoing. You whimpered at the sudden lack of contact. You needed to feel him. You needed him to reassure you that no matter what happened, he loved you and that your love would endure anything.
“Berrrrric,” you moaned softly as he continued to lick your dripping cunt. “Please.”
He trailed wet kisses back up your stomach, pausing only to take your breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled on your sensitive nipple, nibbling on the soft, sensitive flesh of your breast. As his lips crashed back on to yours, you began to hastily undo his pants as he shimmied out of them. Your hands instantly found his hardened member, giving it a few long, slow pumps. His head fell back as he let out a groan of pleasure at your touch.
Unable to compose himself any longer, he lined himself up with you as he slowly slid inside you. You closed your eyes as you relished the feeling of his throbbing cock inside you. Beric brought his lips to yours once again for a quick kiss as he slowly began to thrust in and out of you. You bucked your hips upwards rhythmically as he pushed deeper inside you. Your breathing was erratic as your body throbbed with pleasure, quickly nearing your release. He hooked his arms under your legs propping you up ever so slightly to drive into you even further. Arching your back, your head rolled back into the bed as your walls clenched tightly around him finally reaching your release. He rode through your waves before reaching his own climax, where his thrusts became more inconsistent before finally ceasing altogether. Your foreheads rested together as you fought to catch your breath.
Beric placed a soft kiss on your lips before rolling off of you, leaving an intense throbbing between your legs. As he laid by your side, you snuggled in close to him as he wrapped his strong arms around you. You ran your hand through the tuft of hair on his chest before bringing it up to rest on his cheek. “I love you.” You said softly, barely above a whisper.
“I love you too.” You swore you saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes but when he answered you in his rich, velvety voice, there was nothing but love and happiness laced in. As you snuggled back into his arms you silently prayed to anyone that would listen in hopes that Beric was going to make it through this, one way or another.