contains: p in v, afab reader, mention of “ma(ma)”and some other stuff ><
“fuckk Connie,w-wait”
“throw that shit back on me ma”
Now..How did you get here?
You and your homegirls had pulled up to THE party of the summer.Bass boosted music, weed, cocktails and martinis? Yeahhh you had to turn this shit upp.You stepped in heading straight for the drinks, and in the corner of your eye you saw him. Connie Springer, your boyfriend who you weren’t talking to, leaned against the wall with a blunt in his mouth, surrounded by Jaeger and Kirsten. You decided to ignore him—act like you didn’t even see him and grab a drink.
After twerking with your friends, a couple shots of don julio and weed in your system, you went outside for some fresh air.Only for the one man you didn’t want to encounter, to also be there.His low, hazel eyes nested on you while you tried to pretend you didn’t feel his gaze.
Connie had been having a little bit of trouble with his friend down there. He had been watching you all night, shaking your ass with your friends in that skimpy black dress you wore, barely covering your ass.The weed didn’t help either, he just kept thinking about how the positions he was gonna fuck you in.But you kept avoiding him. The two of you weren’t on speaking terms because you were mad at him. He was just so fucking friendly.Flashing his stupid grillz at thirsty hoes when he know he got a girl back home.
“You still mad at me ma?” His asked, voice low with raspiness.
You contemplated ignoring him, but honestly, you were tired of ignoring him, so you decided to answer him.
“Yes Connie. Feel like shouting at you but I don’t wanna deal with your bullshit.”
“You can scream and shout at me later, ‘m tryna fuck you right now.”
caught off guard, you turned your head in disbelief.
“Connie be so fucking for real, you’re joking right?”
“You look good mama, not boutta lie to you.” he licked his lips before bitting his lip,looking you up and down.And you were not gonna lie either. Your man was FINE. He had on a gray beanie that matched his gray sweats n a black hoodie w a white shirt peeking through.Maybe the alcohol n weed was catching up to you because arousal started to pool in your panties and you started to get bold.
“Oh yeah? Maybe you should show me how good you think i look then, you can make it up to me while you’re at it.”
And thats how you ended up here.Head pushed into Connies mattress with tears running down your face.
“Connieee oh my godddd.”
Your pussy couldn’t help but clench around Connies length, making him breathe out a moan.
“Fuck mama,shes sucking me in so gooddd.”
He wrapped his hand around your throat, continuing to pound into you from the back.His voice made your pussy throb, the squelch sounding so pornographic while the headboard of the bed hit the wall with every thrust.
“Connieee slow down, ‘cant take anymore”
“‘m tryna show you how sorry I am ma, this shit yours n you ‘finna take it.”
His hips smacked against your ass,while his nails dug into your hips. You were sure you would be bruised in the morning.You looked back at him to see his teeth between his lips, letting out airy moans.He smiled at your fucked out face, make up ruined and hair messy before thrusting deeper.
“y’looked so good today ma, was h-hard all day n you were mad at me.”
You moaned back into the sheets throwing it back onto him when his tip hit your g spot.
“‘m sorry Conn”
He was fucking you so deep,eyes rolling back from the pleasure,you grew hot and started seeing white.
“shittt right thereee Conniee”
“right here mama?”
“yesssuhhhh”
His free hand pushed your back down, deepening your arch which made his dick hit that spot over and over again.
“This mine right?”
“yess connn, s’all yourss” you blabbed,overwhelmed by the immense pleasure.
“yeah? you not gon give my pussy away?”
A knot started to form in your stomach,cream spilling out of your cunt as a warning that your orgasm was approaching.
“noooooo- shit connie im closeee” you cried out.
“‘m gonna make you my wife yeah? m-marry you n fuckk, get us a nice home n give you my kids. ‘m all yours, i promise” he blabbed
“connieimgonnacumm” you whined
“Cream on your dick mama,f-fuuck ‘m cumming”
As if that was your trigger, your walls clamped on him,spasming as white spilled out of you, as you both came together.Your arch faltered lying flat on the bed collecting your breath. Connie moved from behind to next to you, back against the headboard.You looked up at him, to see those hazel eyes peering back at you.
Tags: Explicit sexual content, smut, threats of non con (but its consensual), consensual sibling incest, dirty talk, hint of knife play if you squint, porn with plot, angst, forbidden love.
Summary: Dean is a Demon, Sam is trying to make him human again, but Dean has other plans. He escapes Sam and the bunker and takes off to find the wayward Winchester of the family. Their baby sister. He has a deep dark secret he plans on acting on. Dirty taboo thoughts human Dean had about his baby sister. Sam races to save you, but Dean gets to you first….
A/N: So I'm posting this because someone tried to shame me for writing it. You can't shame the shameless!
The room echoes with Dean’s screams that slowly turn into maniacal laughter as Sam douses him in holy water. With black eyes and a devious smile Dean spits out a mouth full of holy water. “That all you got Sammy?”
Sam keeps his face expressionless, trying not to give Dean the satisfaction of knowing he’s getting to him. “Nope.” He replies simply as he jabs the needle filled with purified blood into his neck.
Dean screams again as the purified blood enters his body. This time he doesn’t laugh, he starts shaking from the pain. “What makes you think this will cure me? How do you know you’re not killing me?” Dean seethes.
Sam sighs. “I don’t, but it’s a gamble I’m willing to take. Better off dead than a demon. And I know you, the real you would agree.”
Dean grits his teeth and narrows his black eyes at his brother. “This is the real me. Just new and improved Sammy. And you know what? You just changed my mind, gave me an even better idea. When I get out of here, and I will, I was going to kill you. But I won’t kill you yet. I’m going to go visit our little sister instead. I want you to see what I do to her.”
Sam stands up a little straighter, unable to help but be alarmed at his words. His own big brother instincts kicking in. “Demon or not. I know you were mad at her for leaving, but not mad enough to kill her.”
“I never said anything about killing her.” Dean says with a raised eye brow.
“Quit playing games Dean. Leave her out of this.”
A devious smile slowly grows on Dean’s face. “Oh Sammy, you really had no clue, did you? Ya see, human Dean had a dirty little secret, and with the new and improved Dean 2.0 it’s only getting dirtier. Surely you noticed how much more womanly her figure got, she stopped looking like a little girl a long time ago. And oh, the things I dreamed of doing to her.”
Sam’s face reads nothing but disgust. “When I get you back to being human again, you are going to feel as disgusted as I am right now. How can you even insinuate something like that?”
Dean tips his head back and laughs at Sam’s reaction. “I’m not insinuating anything. I’m straight up telling you when I get out of here I’m going to fuck every hole she has and leave you the mess the cleanup.”
Sam grabs the holy water and empties the entire bottle on his brother’s head. “Well it’s a good thing you don’t know where she is.”
In between his screams Dean yells. “Oh yes I do.”
It’s late in the evening. You got off work late and stopped to pick up some dinner, not in the mood to cook. As you’re nearing home, your cell phone starts ringing. Reaching over into the passenger seat, you dig around in your purse. It takes you a few moments of digging, but you eventually find it. Taking your eyes off the road briefly, you glance at the screen. ‘Sammy’ flashes on the screen.
Suddenly, a semi-truck honks at you as you accidently swerve into the next lane. “Shit!” You scream, dropping the phone and straightening the car back out. “Sorry!” You wave to the truck even though they can’t hear you and flip you off as they pass by.
Your phone starts ringing again. Not willing to repeat that mistake again, you leave the phone on the floor and just let it ring. Whatever Sam wants can wait ten minutes until you get home.
Walking up to your front door, your hands are full. Dinner in one hand, keys, and purse in the other as you try to unlock the front door. Your phone starts ringing yet again. “Geez Sam.” You grumble to yourself, digging around your purse for the phone again.
Holding the phone between your neck and shoulder, you finally answer it as you simultaneously try unlocking your door again. “Hi Sam.” You sigh into the phone.
“Oh thank god you’re alright….well not god…or Chuck. Dammit you know what I mean.” Sam babbles into the phone.
Your face skews as you walk into the dark house. “Sammy, are you okay? Have you been drinking with Dean again or something?”
“No, listen I don’t have time to explain. But Dean is a demon….”
Putting your phone on speaker, you set it on the table next to the door. “He’s possessed by a demon? How?” You ask as you start taking your coat off.
“No, he’s not possessed. He’s still Dean…sort of. But he died and came back a demon. It’s because of the Mark of Cain I told you about. I’ll explain later. But he’s coming for you.”
As you’re taking in what Sam is saying, a light on the other side of the room suddenly clicks on, making you startle. Sitting in a chair next to said light with a knife in his hand is none other than your big brother Dean. He doesn’t say anything. He just smirks at you. Keeping your eyes on Dean, you talk to Sam. “Okay, Dean’s a demon. What makes you think he’s coming here?”
“He told me he was. I had him tied up in a devil’s trap and was doing this blood purification spell to make him human again. Apparently, it made him just human enough to get out of the devil’s trap. He snuck up on me and knocked me out. So, he’s got a good head start on me, but I’m on my way to you. Is there somewhere else you can go wait for me?”
Twirling the knife around in his hands, Dean gives you a curious look awaiting your response, but still doesn’t say anything. “Um…ya I have a friend down the street. I can hang out with her. How far away are you?”
Sam sighs into the phone. “I’m already on the road, driving as fast as I can, but I don’t think I’ll be there until morning.”
Cocking your head to the side you give Dean a curious look back. “What does Demon Dean want with me anyway? I thought he disowned me for leaving the family business?”
Sam gets quiet. If not for the background noise from him driving, you would have thought he hung up. “It…it doesn’t matter. I’ll catch you up with everything that’s happened once I get there. Just go to your friend’s house and I’ll call when I’m close. Alright?”
“Alright. Love you, Sammy.”
“Love you too sis.”
Hanging up your phone, you tuck it into your pocket and then cross your arms over your chest, staring down your older brother. Demonic older brother, that is.
Dean casually gets up from the chair, still twirling the knife around. “Hey baby sis. Why didn’t you tell Sammy I was already here?”
“What good would it have done? Just make him panic more and possibly get hurt while he’s driving. You’re already here, and he’s no where close. So, whatever happens, happens.” You say with an exasperated sigh.
Dean points toward the door you’re standing next to with the knife. “Could of ran? You’re right by the door.”
You give him an annoyed look. “We both know you could have thrown that knife faster than I could have opened that door and even attempted to walk through it. So, what isn’t Sam telling me? Why are you really here?”
Biting his bottom lip he looks you up and down in a way he never has before. “Right now, I just want to talk. I had a plan, but seeing you again after all this time…well made me rethink my plan a little. Seems even being a demon I still have a little soft spot for you.”
He looks and sounds like Dean. But he’s a little off. Like he’s lighter, maybe? He doesn’t seem so weighed down by all his emotional baggage. It’s been two years since you’ve seen Dean, and you missed him dearly. But this isn’t how you expected a reunion to go. This time, you look him up and down “You’re really a demon?”
“Yep.” He says as his eyes flash black.
“But you’re still you? There’s no one else in there. It’s your soul in there and everything?” You ask curiously, not fazed by the black eyes.
“All me sweetheart.” He says with a wink as his eyes go back to green. Your heart skips a beat hearing him call you sweetheart again, after two years of not speaking to each other. He extends his hand, wiggling his index finger, beckoning you to come toward him. “I want to talk, but not with you way over there. Come here.” He says in a commanding voice.
Knowing you don’t have much choice, you do as he asks. He’s faster than you, stronger than you, and now, on top of that he’s a demon. All you can do right now is placate him and see where this is all going. Foolishly, you never got around to putting devils traps in your house. Big mistake, obviously. Taking a deep breath to steel your nerves, you slowly walk across the room until you’re standing about a foot away from him. “Are you still angry with me for leaving? Is that why you’re here?”
Nodding his head, he steps closer closing the space between the two of you. He’s almost nose to nose with you. “I admit I was furious when you left, but it wasn’t for the reasons you think.”
“What do you mean?” You ask cautiously.
Lifting his right hand, he presses the knife gently against your neck. The cool metal making your skin raise with goosebumps. He slowly trails the knife down your neck to your cleavage. When he gets to the top button of your blouse he nicks the button right off. It’s so sharp he barely had to apply pressure. “Do you remember when you would have nightmares you would always come climb into bed with me? Never Sam, it was always me.”
You give him a confused look, not sure what that has to do with anything. “Yes, of course I remember. Sam is my big brother too, but you were always more like my protector I guess. That’s why I would go to you."
“It was sweet and innocent when you were a little girl. But once you hit about 16, do you have any idea what you laying next to me in just a T-shirt would do to me?”
“What?” You gasp, taking a step back.
Dean just steps closer, he cuts the next button of your blouse off. “Night after night, you gave me the bluest balls I ever had. Do you know how much self-restraint it took human Dean to not act on his dirty thoughts about you? To not shove my hard cock against your ass, or slip my hand between your thighs?” He smiles when he sees you shudder at his words and cuts another button off.
You gulp audibly. “Is this your sick way of getting back at me for leaving?”
He shakes his head cutting the last couple buttons off. Then slowly slips your blouse off your shoulders. Leaving you standing there in a black bra and a skirt. He gazes at your body, shaking his head again. “This has nothing to do with revenge darlin’. I’m just free to not hold back anymore.” With his left hand he trails his finger tips along the bare skin of your shoulder to your collar bone, across the top of your breast and between your cleavage. Trailing down your belly he stops at the top of your skirt. Then he raises his eyes to meet yours. “Answer me this sweetheart, and don’t lie, you know I can tell when you lie. You are not the least bit scared of me. Not a hint of fear in your eyes since I turned that light on. Why is that?”
“That’s not true.” You say just above a whisper.
“What’s not true?”
Shaking your head, you cast your eyes down. “I did lie to you once, and you never caught on.”
The flat part of his knife goes under your chin. He lifts his hand with the knife forcing you to look back up. “What was the lie?”
Biting your bottom lip you internally argue with yourself whether to say the words out loud or not. How do you know he’s not just psychologically messing with you right now? That’s something demons get off on doing. Dean leans in moving his lips next to your ear. “Stop biting that pouty lip or I’ll bite it for you.”
Immediately, you release your bottom lip. Dean narrows his eyes at you. “Stop stalling, sweetheart. What was the lie you got past me?”
You take in a long, deep breath and slowly exhale. You go to bite your lip again, but manage to stop yourself. “You thought I left because I wanted out of the family business. That I was tired of hunting and wanted to live a normal life. Well, that was a lie. Hunting never bothered me. Having a normal life was always Sam’s dream, not mine.”
Dean looks at you skeptically. You can tell he’s trying to read you. Figure out if you’re just messing with him. “Okay, I’ll bite. What was the real reason you left then?”
You force yourself to look him in the eyes so you can gage his reaction. “Because I was sick and tired of watching you pick up whore after whore at every bar or hick town we stopped at. Watching you give every undeserving skank the one thing that I wanted, but couldn’t have. I couldn’t have you.”
Dean gapes at you. His eyes searching yours. His mouth is open, but no words come out. Seems you rendered demon Dean speechless. You slowly reach for the knife he’s holding. To your surprise he lets you take it from his hand. You simply toss it aside. Then you put your hands on his chest and shove him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the couch. With a second shove you push him to a seated position on the couch and then climb into his lap. “Why do you think I haven’t been the least bit scared? I just had to see where this was going first. But it seems dirty demon Dean is going to finally give me what I want.”
A coy smile appears on Dean’s handsome face. “You naughty little minx. All this time you were having the same dirty thoughts huh? See, glad I changed my plan and decided to talk first.”
You raise your eyebrow at him. “As opposed to what? Just taking what you wanted without asking?” Pressing your breasts against his chest you lean in, your lips ghosting along the shell of his ear. “I’ve had wet dreams about that too.”
Dean puts his hands on your hips and groans at your words. “Keep talking dirty to me baby.”
A thought finally occurs to you. You connect the missing dots. “So that’s what Sam is so fired up about. What did you tell him you were going to do to me?”
Dean smirks at you, sliding his hands up your legs until they disappear under your skirt and grips your thighs. “Well I thought this was going to go way different. But I told him I was going to fuck every hole you have and leave him the mess to clean up.”
You look at him with a raised brow. “Oh so you’re just gonna fuck me and leave then? Treat me like the rest of the skanks you hook up with?”
He shakes his head in response while looking you up and down. “No, I’m definitely keeping you. You’re all mine now. There’s so many things I want to do to you I don’t know where to start.”
Leaning forward with a small smile you wrap your arms around his neck. “Well I know where I want to start. These lips are mine now, no one else can kiss them.” You say as you close the space between you and press your lips against your brother’s. You’ve always wondered what he would taste like or how soft his lips would feel. Dean grips your hips tighter, pulling you down as he ruts against you. You moan when his hard cock brushes against your center. When you moan into Dean’s mouth he slips his tongue into yours, deepening the kiss. It only gets more heated after that.
You whimper when you are forced to break the kiss to take in a breath of air. Dean’s even breathing like he’s winded. You didn’t think demons could get short of breath. “What else are you going to claim as yours?” He gasps out.
You smirk at him. Then grab his flannel shirt and rip it open. Buttons go flying all over the room. With hungry eyes, you run your hands down your brother’s bare chest. “All of you. I claim all of you as mine.” Then you raise your eyes to meet his. “You got a problem with that?”
“Not at all. In fact, I plan on claiming every inch of your sexy body tonight.” He says with a wolfish grin as he slips out of his now ruined flannel shirt. That’s when you lay eyes on the Mark of Cain for the first time. Sam told you about it after Dean got it. But you’ve never seen it.
You run your fingertips across the mark on his arm. “This is what made you a demon? What I have to thank for you being here now?”
Dean nods his head, watching your fingertips trace the shape of the mark. “Sure is. You know…I could share it with you. Then we could always be together. You wouldn’t be able to die, so I would never have to be without you.” He slowly raises his eyes to meet yours as he says the last part.
“Would it make me a demon too?” You ask curiously.
“Only if you died. The mark doesn’t actually let you die. You just come back as a demon.”
As you think over his words your phone starts ringing. You forgot it was even in your pocket. You roll your eyes at the interruption. “Probably Sammy again.” You grumble as you pull the phone out. You barely read the name before the phone is ripped out of your hands.
“Who the fuck is Josh?” Dean seethes.
His sudden anger makes all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You don’t like it when he’s angry with you. “Just someone I work with. I worked later than usual tonight. He’s just probably making sure I got home okay.”
Dean snaps the phone in half and tosses it onto the floor. His strength only turns you on more. But he still looks pissed. “He’s only trying to get in your pants.” Then his eyes flash black. “Have you let this guy touch you?”
You shake your head vehemently. “No. I swear.”
He grabs a hand full of your hair and pulls you close. “When I’m done marking you as mine I am going to track down every man that’s touched you and tear their hearts out. You’re mine!”
“I’m yours Dean. Only yours.” You whimper.
Suddenly Dean’s lips are crashing against yours. He kisses you hungrily, it’s a claiming kiss. As he’s kissing you his hands find their way back under your skirt. One hand goes to your hip, the other slips between your thighs. Cupping your sex, he rubs you through your underwear. “You’re so fucking wet.” He growls against your lips.
“I need my big brother’s cock inside me.” You whine, rutting against his hand.
Dean lets out a low groan. “You don’t know how many times I dreamed of hearing you saying that.” Then he rips your underwear off. His fingers slide through your wet folds. One finger gets pushed inside you. “Fuck, you’re gonna be tight.”
“Please Dean.” You whine again, aching to get what you’ve wanted for so long.
“That’s right baby girl, keep begging for your brother’s cock.” He says as he slips a second finger inside you. His fingers quickly soaked, slide in an out of you at a teasingly slow pace.
Not liking the teasing one bit you try to get him to move things along. You reach behind you and unhook your bra, and toss it to the floor. Your entire upper body now completely bare. Dean’s free hand immediately goes to your breast, squeezing and massaging it with his rough calloused hand. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. How I ever had the will power to not touch you I’ll never know.”
You rub your hands up and down his chest and stick your bottom lip out and pout. “Please Dean. Don’t you want to fuck your sister’s pussy? Don’t you want me?”
Your words finally make him crack and stop with the teasing. He let’s out a low growl, removing his fingers from your pussy and stands up abruptly throwing you over his shoulder. He storms through the living room and kicks your bedroom door open. He must have snooped around before you got home because he knew right where to go.
He drops you onto the bed, your body bounces with the mattress. Biting your lip as you look up at Dean you remove your skirt, your last remaining piece of clothing. Your body now completely bare and on display.
Dean raises his brow, and reaches for his belt. “What did I tell you about biting your lip? I’m coming down there, and I’m going to bite it for you.” He says while unbuckling his belt, which just makes you bite your lip harder because of the anticipation. When he drops his pants and boxer briefs your eyes go wide. You always thought he was big. You felt his morning wood pressed against you a few times when you’d sleep in his bed. But he’s huge, and he’s definitely going to be a tight fit.
Dean chuckles at your wide eyes. “You like what you see? I know I do.” He says as he looks you up and down and kneels on the bed. Then crawls his way up so he’s hovering above you. Your heart is pounding so hard you feel like it’s going to beat right out of your chest. Dean looks at you curiously. “Are you finally scared? I can hear your heart racing.”
You shake your head. “No, M’not scared. I…I just can’t believe this is finally happening I guess.”
He leans down with a smirk and bites your bottom lip like he promised. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth as he pulls away. Then he pushes your head to the side exposing your neck. You feel his lips on your skin sucking marks, marking you as his.
When he’s finished one side of your neck he pushes your head the other direction and continues his assault on your neck. Marking up your skin to match the opposite side. When he’s satisfied with your neck markings he trails down to your collar bone. Then to your breasts. You arch your back and moan when he closes his lips around your nipple while his rough calloused hand gropes your other breast. Then he switches sides, repeating his actions.
“When do I get to mark you?” You whine.
His lips make a popping sound when he pulls away from your breast. He chuckles at you. “We’ll have plenty of time for that later.” Then he hovers his body back above yours and leans on one hand to spread your legs open with the other. Then he wedges his muscular frame between your thighs. You can’t help but gasp when you feel the head of his cock rubbing against your entrance. “Tell me again what you want.”
You gulp audibly at his commanding tone. “I want you to fuck me. I want…no I need, my big brother’s cock inside me.”
A low growl escapes him as he looks down at you hungrily and pushes his cock inside you. “Fuck.” He gasps when he finally bottoms out, his cock fully sheathed inside you. “I knew you’d be tight. But holy shit, you feel even better than I dreamed.” Tipping his head down, his lips hover above yours. “Your big brother’s cock is inside you. How does that feel?”
Your eyes are already rolled back and your breathing labored and he hasn’t even started moving yet. “B-better than I dreamed too.” You stutter.
Dean brushes your hair away from your eyes and cups your cheek with his hand. His lips ghosting across yours. “I’m going to fuck you hard, and I mean really hard because I want you to know who you belong to. And you’re going to take it like a good girl now, aren’t you?”
You look back at him with lust blown eyes and nod your head. “Fuck me Dean, make me yours.”
Finally pressing his lips against yours, he gives you a bruising kiss. He bites your bottom lip again and then pulls away. “Hold on tight, baby girl.” He says as he pulls his cock all the way out and then slams it back in. The motion makes you gasp, his huge cock making you feel so incredibly full.
Then he repeats the motion but harder and faster. He starts relentlessly pounding into you, fucking you hard just like he said. You wrap your arms around him, and hold on by gripping the tops of his shoulders.
With each thrust he goes as deep as possible, filling you with every inch of his cock. Your eyes roll back again and you start moaning with each thrust. You feel like you’re in a trance with each push pull motion of his cock sliding in and out of you. Letting go of his shoulders your nails dig into his back leaving deep red marks along the way. That earns an excited moan from Dean. “That’s right baby, mark me all up.”
His excitement revs you up more. Moving his head to the side you bite down on the junction between his neck and shoulder while still digging into the skin of his back with your nails. He moans some more and slams into you even harder.
Demon with a pain kink. You think to yourself. “I love your fucking cock.” Is what you blurt out instead.
“You feel so fucking good baby. I’m gonna fill that pussy up with my cum, mark you on the inside too.” He growls.
His dirty words just turn you on more, making you even wetter. It’s a complete mess between your thighs right now. You then wrap your legs around him and roll your hips to meet his thrusts, fucking each other harder and faster. “I’m gonna cum Dean.” You moan.
“No, not till I say you can.” He hisses. Then he grabs your leg, forcing you to unwrap them. He hooks your leg over his shoulder, opening you up more, allowing him to go even deeper. He buries his face against your neck and continues slamming into you at a punishing pace. The bed shaking so hard at this point your head is slamming into the headboard, and the headboard is slamming into the walls. Surely anyone outside could hear what’s going on in your bedroom.
“Who do you belong to?” He growls against your neck.
“You. I belong to you.” You whimper.
“How bad do you want to cum?”
You don’t know how he’s able to think so clearly right now. It’s so hard to form and maintain a coherent thought. When you finally comprehend what he says you whine. “So bad. Please Dean, can I cum? I wanna cum on your cock.”
His hips stutter at your words, he must be getting close also. “Cum baby.” He moans. “I wanna hear you.”
Having already been trying to hold back your orgasm for the last few minutes, you let the flood gates open. Your legs start shaking, and your entire body feels like it’s vibrating as your orgasm washes over you. You cry out with Dean’s name on your lips, digging your nails deep into his shoulders.
Watching and hearing you cum pushes Dean over the edge with you. He buries his cock deep inside you, his cock pulsating as he spills his release. Filling you with his cum.
Both of you are breathing heavily, your chests heaving as you gasp for air. Both of your bodies are covered in sweat. Dean collapses on top of you. You like the feel of his weight on top of you. But when it gets even harder to breathe, you manage to roll him to the side.
Dean raises his eyes to meet yours, still panting for breath. “I love you.” He says breathlessly.
You couldn’t hide the smile on your face if you tried. “I love you too.” Then you lean in and capture his lips for a kiss. When you break the kiss, he smiles at you mischievously.
“Ready for round two?”
You give him a confused look. Assuming he’d need some time to recoup before he’d be ready again. But you feel his cock still rock hard inside you twitch. You squeal in surprise when he rolls back on top of you. Dean winks at you. “Perks of being a demon, no recovery time. You’re in for one hell of a night."
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An annoying buzzing sound wakes you in the morning. You groan sleepily in annoyance and attempt to roll toward the pesky noise, but you can’t move. You squint one eye open to see why. Dean has one arm wrapped tightly around your middle, his face pressed against your neck, and his leg draped over yours. He’s effectively trapped you so that you couldn’t get away if you tried.
Dean’s groans as he starts to stir, also awakened by the nuisance noise. “What the hell is that?” He grumbles.
You rub your eyes and listen to the sound, trying to figure it out yourself. Hearing that it’s coming from the drawer of your nightstand, you finally realize what it is. “It’s my cell phone.”
Dean’s eyes fly open. “I crushed your cell phone in the living room.”
“My other cell phone. Old habits die hard, I guess. I have another one, but only one person has that number.”
Bolting upright, Dean has an annoyed look on his face. “Sammy. He must be close. Looks like I’ll have to kill him after all.”
Your eyes go wide, and you bolt upright next to your brother. “What?! Why? Why would you want to hurt him?”
“Because he’s not going to stop trying to make me human again. And he’ll try taking you away from me. I’m not going to let anyone get between us, brother or not.”
The whole demon thing really hasn’t bothered you until now. Which makes you wonder just how messed up you are in the head, but that’s an issue for another day. You focus on the current issue at hand. You know human Dean would never even think such a thing. You’re hoping that soft spot he mentioned he has for you last night can maybe help you reason with him. “I’ll run away with you. I swear I’ll never let him split us apart. Just please don’t hurt him. Please, Dean?”
Dean searches your eyes like he always has when he’s trying to see if you’re lying. “You and me always? No matter what?”
“I swear.”
He takes in a deep breath and sighs. He extends his hand. “Give me the phone.” You quickly do as he asks and reach into the nightstand for the buzzing cell phone that Sam keeps calling continuously. Dean quickly grabs it out of your hand and answers it with a devious smile on his face. “Mornin’ Sammy.”
“Where is (Y/N), Dean?” Sam says angrily on the other end of the phone.
Dean smiles, looking up and down at your still bare body. “She’s sitting right here next to me. You rudely woke us up. How far out are you?”
“Close enough. How long have you been there?”
“I was already here waiting when she got home last night on the phone with you. We had all night long together.” Dean chuckles.
“I swear Dean if you hurt her….put her on the phone.”
You shake your head, having heard everything Sam is saying. You never wanted him to know about your taboo feelings for Dean. You love Sam, not the same way you love Dean. But you’re afraid of what Sam is going to think of you now.
“I’m afraid she doesn’t want to come to the phone right now. Would you like to leave a message?”
“This isn’t a game! We are her older brother’s, we both promised dad to always protect her. I plan on keeping my promise. How about you?” Sam shouts. While he continues attempting to lecture and reason with his brother, Dean realizes he’s stalling trying to keep him on the phone. Dean snaps his fingers at you and whispers. “Get dressed.”
Quickly, you roll out of bed and rummage around for some clean clothes. Then you grab a bag and stuff some of your belongings into it since you know you’re about to take off with Dean.
Dean keeps muttering ‘Uh huh and yeah’ into the phone as he holds it between his neck and shoulder and attempts to get dressed. He snaps his fingers at you and scowls when he finds his ruined flannel shirt from last night. You smile at him sheepishly and toss him a shirt. It’s actually one of his that you stole when you moved out of the bunker. You sleep in it sometimes.
Looking at the shirt curiously, he realizes it is, in fact, his. He shakes his finger at you and smiles. Holding up your bag, you give him a thumbs up, letting him know you’re ready to go. Dean nods his head in understanding. “Alright listen Sammy. You’re not the only one that’s been stalling. But baby girl and I gotta hit the road now. Oh, and you can thank little sis one day, she talked me into not killing you in exchange…well that’s between me and her now isn’t it?” He chuckles and hangs up the phone.
You roll your eyes. “That last little jab you just took at him is only going to make him chase after us more, you know? He’s going to think I sacrificed myself for him.”
Dean shrugs his shoulders. “I know, I just really felt the need to torment him one more time. And I won’t lie I do enjoy the thrill of a chase.”
“Whatever.” You huff. “Let’s go. He could show up any second.”
Dean grabs your wrist as you brush past him. “Not so fast. One more thing to do before we go.” He says, pointing to the mark on his arm with his eyes.
Sam pulls up in front of your house, driving so fast the car’s brakes screech as he slams on them. He jumps out of the car just in time to see Dean shoving you up against the Impala with a knife in his hand and tossing a duffle bag in the backseat. “Dean, let her go. Or you can make this easy, and we can all go to the bunker together and work this out.”
Dean tips his head back and laughs. “When have I ever made things easy for you?"
“(Y/N), are you alright?” Sam asks worriedly, making eye contact with you.
You know you are perfectly fine, maybe a little fucked up in the head, but you never wanted Sam to know that. Feeling Dean’s eyes on you, before answering Sam you look up at Dean. He lifts his empty hand and cups your cheek. “What’s more important baby girl, us being free to be ourselves, or keeping Sammy in the dark about our dirty little secret?”
You gulp audibly at Dean’s words. No matter what you’re going to disappoint one of them. Might as well be the one you’re not running away with. Taking a deep breath, you look back at Sam and nod your head. “I’m good Sammy, I swear. Better than ever in fact.”
“That’s my girl.” Dean whispers. Then he removes his hand from your cheek. Reaching down he grabs your hand pushing your arm up against the Impala, exposing your forearm. He laces your fingers together and squeezes your hand.
Sam’s jaw drops when he sees the Mark of Cain on your arm. Dean shared it with you like Cain did with him. “Dean what have you done?” He gasps.
“Just claiming what’s mine.” He chides. Then he leans in capturing your lips for a kiss. You’re tense at first because you know Sam is seeing this. But your feelings for Dean outweigh your shame, and you melt into the kiss. He even coaxes a moan out of you when he slips his tongue into your mouth. He breaks the kiss slowly when he hears the sound of a gun cocking.
“You’re coming back to the bunker with me.” Sam says, leaving no room for argument.
Dean rolls his eyes and pulls his own gun out of his waistband. “Come on, you’re not going to shoot her. But we both know I have no qualms against shooting you right now. She’s the only reason why I haven’t so I’d back off if I were you.”
“I guess we’ll both do what we gotta do then.” Sam says with his gun pointed at Dean.
“Dean…you know those are probably bullets with devil’s traps carved into them.” You whisper worriedly.
“Yep.” Dean says with an unwavering smile. Then he grabs you, pulling you in front of him and points his gun at you. “She’s still human Sammy, but I can change that right now. Back off or you’ll have two demon siblings running amuck.
You can see the internal argument Sam is having with himself. He keeps looking from you to Dean. After a few beats of heavy silence, you see his shoulders slump as he uncocks the gun and lowers it. “This isn’t over Dean.” Sam says, unable to hide his defeated feelings in his voice.
“I’d expect nothing less. Happy hunting.” Dean grins while opening the driver side door to the Impala. “Sorry Sam, I love you.” You yell as Dean pushes you inside and then climbs in right after you. Quickly, he starts the car and peels out, speeding past Sam with a cocky wave.
Once you’re on the road, you scoot closer to Dean. He wraps his arm around your shoulder. You finally feel at home sitting in the Impala with Dean. Leaning into him, you have a bright smile on your face.
“Where to baby girl?” Dean whispers with his lips pressed against your temple.
“Just drive, we’ll see where the road takes us.”
Part 2
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed my shameless filth!
I originally posted this on AO3. There's actually two more chapters. Should I add them to Tumblr?
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As a switch with a morally questionable kink, I get so wet with all the different ways I can fulfill the unmet needs of a woman and corrupt them. I love how safe they feel once they know I won't judge them for needing an outlet for their bad side. It's such a turn on seeing a good girl go bad. The way they turn into a needy mess when I allow their selfishness to be indulged in. Making sure their clits are slick with eagerness before doing what they've set aside time for. Reminding them them it's our little secret and watching their eyes roll back when i work the head of the new strap into them and then reminding them again with each thrust. Being the one whispering and moaning about how I like being their secret slut when I am the one taking taking the new strap they bought just to use on me instead of on their SO. I'm wet thinking about it now.
It's when they are deep in pleasure that I love reminding them how good it feels to misbehave. Both of us getting wet, needy, and desperate, knowing we shouldn't be, when confessing fucked up things to each other. Like how we both know that we have to think about one another to even fuck our partners or be fucked by them because sex with each other ruined us. Fucking my secret lover and making them say "we shouldn't be doing this", just so I can say all the dirty shameful things they don't want to admit. Like how if they didn't want to give in, they wouldn't be so wet from feeling a new pussy against theirs, from a new strap being put in their hand to stroke, or from a new set of lips pressed against their skin. If they didn't want this, they wouldn't be in my bed, my dms, my blog.... You wouldn't be discreetly reading this getting wet next to your partner wishing it was you getting secretly corrupted 😈. It's okay baby, I won't say a word.
God, I'm so wet right now thinking about tempting and corrupting a good woman like you. So, let me fuck you in all the ways they would never let you enjoy... or, for when i feel submissive, you can fuck me in the ways your partner would never let you. It's better than being here touching myself while typing and you deserve more than thouching whilst reading 🫦
it started as something quiet, just thoughts I kept to myself… but the more I let them out, the more I realized how much I missed this feeling.
this part of me I didn’t even know was there… something a little different, a little forbidden… but it feels right.
like I’m not losing myself, just finding something deeper inside me I never allowed before and I can feel it growing… this curiosity, this desire to explore it slowly, in my own way.
I’m not rushing it, I’m just letting it happen… letting myself feel it, step by step.
because maybe that’s what it is…not becoming someone else,
Cw: Mentions of emotional manipulation and betrayal, Reference to pregnancy loss
Summary: Finally, some truths come to light, testing everything you once imagined.
An: 2 more to go!!!
Part 8
At long last, after what had felt like an endless day, you were able to take a well-deserved bath. The hot water instantly soothed the tension in your muscles, yet it was not enough to rid you of the weariness that had taken root in every fibre of your being. It was little wonder you felt stiff and sore—sleeping in such a cramped space beside a man far taller than yourself, beneath the relentless downpour of rain, was far from a restful experience.
You sighed as Elena’s hands came to rest upon your arms, sliding the damp cloth over your skin and skilfully massaging the spots where exhaustion had left its mark.
“So, if he did not change his mind, I suppose he is even less likely to love you,” she remarked with a casual air, though a glint of mischief flickered in her gaze.
“He did kiss me more than once, that much is true—but he offered a most absurd excuse for it,” you huffed in disbelief.
“Oh? Did he?”
“A foolish excuse, not worth repeating.”
“That would have been a fine opportunity to seize.”
“I tried,” you murmured, warmth creeping into your face as the memory resurfaced. “But he stopped… He claimed I would never leave Raventree Hall if he were to…”
You gestured vaguely with your hands, avoiding the need to put the obvious into words. Elena arched a brow before breaking into laughter.
“Oh, do not be ridiculous,” she scoffed, covering her mouth when she caught sight of your murderous glare. “That was a lie. I have seen the way he looks at you, and I have overheard a thing or two.”
You shifted uneasily in the water, crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive manner.
“Then what was his true reason? I was willing—he knows that I was ready.”
Elena tilted her head, as though considering the matter from an entirely different perspective.
“Perhaps Lord Davos is more chivalrous than he seems and did not wish for your initiation into the pleasures of the marriage bed to be lacking an actual bed. And, as he still believes you will leave for home, he would never admit as much, would he?”
You were not wholly convinced, yet you had no better explanation to offer.
“Perhaps…” you murmured, recalling how, in the dead of night, he had shielded you from the worst of the wind, covering you with his own body. It had been the smallest of gestures, yet enough to show a measure of care. “However, trying to press him is like barking at the wind—both are equally futile.”
“And yet,” Elena pointed out triumphantly, “he recovered swiftly enough to ride through a storm in search of you—which, I must say, was a most magnificently heroic feat… He cares for you more than he is willing to admit.”
You rolled your eyes, though a strange tingling sensation traced its way down your spine.
“Do not put ideas in his head. He sought me out for his own interests, nothing more.”
Elena clicked her tongue in disapproval and, after a brief hesitation, adopted a more solemn expression.
“My lady, he is a man, one with a pride greater than that of a prince. He will not confess to you that you truly frightened him—but I was there. He did not hesitate to set out in search of you when he could have simply sent his men or waited for the storm to pass before going himself.”
“Only your words manage to keep my hope alive, Elena,” you replied, your tone tinged with a faint melancholy.
“In that case, my lady, we must acknowledge that we are in need of an ally.”
You opened your eyes and regarded her warily, yet you knew she was right. Davos’s predicament had grown beyond what you could handle alone. You needed Alysanne on your side.
You had spent the entire day dwelling on the matter, searching for the best way to intercept Alysanne and practically beg for her help. Because, to be honest, if anyone knew Davos Blackwood like the back of their hand, it was her.
However, no matter how much you tried to come up with a plan, in the end, she was the one who found you.
“You won’t be dining with him tonight either?” she asked as soon as you took your seat at the long table in the luxurious dining hall.
Her tone was casual, as if the question had no real implication. But you knew it did.
Alysanne had chosen to dine at the same time as you, and ever since the incident and your return, she seemed much more open and friendly. In fact, she had never been rude or distant; it was just that her management and responsibilities in the castle kept her busy most of the day, and only now had she made time to accompany you.
You discovered that once you managed to relax, her presence was almost comforting—like that of someone familiar in the midst of the unknown.
“No, why?” you answered automatically, without realizing that you had just let a golden opportunity slip away.
Elena noticed.
You had barely finished speaking when her gaze fixed on you as if she were on the verge of a meltdown. Her eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and frustration, as if she were silently screaming: What are you doing?!
Alysanne, for her part, tilted her head slightly, observing you with something akin to amusement.
“Well…” she said, taking her time to build suspense. “He’s been asking about you.”
You blinked, bewildered.
“me?” It was as if she had just told you that Davos had decided to name a raven as the new lord of the house in his father’s absence. “Are you sure he doesn’t have a fever again and is hallucinating?” you asked, caught between mockery and disbelief.
Alysanne chuckled softly and shook her head.
“He tried to disguise his question with silly excuses, but in the end, it was pretty clear that he misses your presence.”
That comment was hard to believe.
“Davos? Missing me?” you murmured, still trying to process it.
“Believe it or not, it’s true,” Alysanne said, amused. “Or well, maybe I’m exaggerating… or maybe I’m not.”
She could be lying, she could be telling the truth, or maybe both at the same time. With Alysanne, one could never be sure.
But instead of acting wisely, the response that left your lips was the least convenient one for someone trying to win over a man as stubborn as Davos Blackwood.
“Well, if he misses me so much, he’s welcome to walk down the stairs and sit with me.”
You smiled smugly, and, once again, felt Elena’s searing gaze on you. If looks could kill, you would probably be sprawled across the table by now.
Is this how you plan to win him over? her expression seemed to say without words.
However, to your surprise, Alysanne seemed pleased with your response. She rose gracefully and, without losing her smile, turned with every intention of delivering your message to her brother.
You watched her walk away with a growing suspicion in your mind. Something told you that Alysanne was enjoying this dynamic between you and Davos a little too much. Maybe she was just curious… or maybe, deep down, she loved the gossip that was brewing between the two of you.
Someday, perhaps, you would find out the truth.
You knew that if you let her go, you might never find the courage to ask for her help again. And you suspected that she already had some degree of fondness for your presence—so you had nothing to lose by trying.
So, before she could take the first step toward the door, you cleared your throat.
“Alysanne…”
She stopped and turned her head slightly, one eyebrow raised in evident curiosity.
“Yes?”
You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Suddenly, your request felt ridiculous. How were you supposed to say it? Please, teach me how to seduce your brother didn’t exactly sound like something befitting a refined lady.
Alysanne waited a few seconds, then tilted her head and crossed her arms.
“Is something wrong, or did you just want to get my attention for no particular reason?”
You took a deep breath.
“Well… it’s just that… you see…”
Elena, still seated across from you, let out an almost imperceptible sigh. It was obvious she was holding herself back from stepping in and saying what you didn’t dare to.
Alysanne rested a hand on the back of her chair and looked at you with a mix of patience and amusement.
“Are you planning to finish your sentence, or should I start guessing?”
“It’s nothing important… or well, it is, but it’s not an emergency or anything life-threatening…”
“Oh, what a relief,” Alysanne said with feigned solemnity. “I was about to call the maesters.”
Her sarcasm went over your head as you kept rambling.
“It’s just that… you know Davos better than anyone. You know how he thinks, how he acts, how… he reacts to certain things…”
“Mhm.”
“And well… let’s say that if someone knew how to, uh… facilitate communication with him, that someone would probably be you…”
Alysanne narrowed her eyes and exhaled slowly.
“Darling, if this is an attempt to ask me to translate what goes on in my brother’s mind, let me save you the trouble: not even he understands how his head works half the time.”
“No, that’s not exactly it…”
Alysanne tilted her head and studied you intently. Then, something in her expression shifted.
Her lips curled into a lazy smile, as if she had just solved a riddle.
“Oh… I see.”
Your heart skipped a beat.
“See what?”
“You want me to help you win over my brother.”
You pressed your lips together and avoided looking at Elena, who was probably on the verge of clapping with excitement.
“I wouldn’t say win over…”
“Oh no? What would you call it then? Strategic seduction? Emotional manipulation?”
You rolled your eyes.
“I just want him to… not hate me so much.”
Alysanne rested a finger on her chin, pretending to be deep in thought.
“My, what an ambitious goal.”
“You know what I mean!” you exclaimed, feeling heat rise to your face.
She laughed, clearly enjoying the situation.
“It’s not that I don’t want to help you, or that you need my help, as I can tell you have accomplished a lot on your own, but… why are you doing this?”
That question made you hesitate. It wasn’t the first time someone had asked. And if you were honest with yourself, the answer wasn’t entirely clear after all the changes and questions that had affected you lately.
“It’s not desperation,” you finally said.
“No?”
“No. I just… realized that maybe it’s time to listen to what I want, and not what others tell me I should want.”
She studied you for a few seconds, as if searching for cracks in your conviction.
Finally, she sighed and shrugged.
“Alright, I’ll help you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, but on one condition.”
There it was. You couldn’t expect a Blackwood to do something without asking for something in return.
“What is it?”
Alysanne leaned slightly toward you, her playful smile gradually fading.
“I want to know what happened with your previous engagement.”
The air in the room suddenly felt heavier.
Elena tensed in front of you, and you instinctively averted your gaze.
“Why do you want to know that?”
“Because Davos doubts you. And if I’m going to convince him otherwise, I need to know the whole truth.”
You took a deep breath. You hadn’t expected that to be her price.
Finally, after a long silence, you nodded.
“Then we have a deal.”
“You’ll be the first to know my great secret.”
“And I promise it will never leave my lips.”
Strangely enough, you believed her.
When you saw him enter, the air seemed to grow denser. It was the first time you had laid eyes on him since the storm, since that night when you shared more than mere shelter. And although you had tried to convince yourself that it meant nothing, the mere sensation of seeing him again suggested otherwise.
Davos walked with his usual authority, yet there was a slight rigidity in his bearing, as if his body still bore the resentment of the past few days’ exertions. Nevertheless, his presence filled the room straightaway. Alysanne took her seat with a satisfied smile and signalled for you to do likewise.
“Splendid that you deigned to join us, brother. I feared the repast would grow cold whilst we wept over your absence.”
Davos shot her a cutting glance before seating himself at the opposite end of the table.
You remained silent—not that you had nothing to say, but because you were at a loss for the appropriate tone. Davos, too, seemed unwilling to initiate conversation; yet, to your surprise, he did not appear irate.
Alysanne poured herself a goblet of wine and turned her head towards you with evident curiosity.
“Tell me, what was your childhood like?”
You blinked, taken aback by the question.
“My childhood?”
“Indeed. I imagine not all was quarrels and duels in your household, or was it?”
Unsure whether her intent was genuine interest or merely to fill the awkward silence, you nevertheless replied.
“No… not all was ill. My mother taught us from an early age to comport ourselves properly. My sister Barbara was always the favoured one, naturally. My father used to say she would make an ideal wife for a great lord.”
“And what did he say of you?”
“That I was too headstrong and argumentative for my own good.”
Alysanne laughed, and to your surprise, Davos too managed a smile—a mere twitch at the corner of his lips.
“Does not sound like a poor judgment,” Alysanne remarked with amusement. “But do not think that my brother and I were ever so dissimilar.”
Davos emitted a soft snort, as though he knew precisely what was coming.
“Do you truly wish to share this, Aly?”
“Oh, of course,” she replied with a mischievous smile. “Did you know that when we were children, Davos was rather obsessed with climbing the tallest trees at Raventree Hall?”
You frowned in curiosity, while Davos clicked his tongue, clearly ill at ease with the turn the conversation was taking.
“Every time Benjicot and I ventured into the woods with him, we ended up pleading with him to come down before he did himself in. But no—he insisted that he could see farther than any of us.”
“That does sound… unexpected,” you commented, glancing at Davos with more interest than perhaps was wise.
“Oh, and that was not the worst of it,” Alysanne continued. “Once, Benjicot tried to mimic him and ended up lodged in a branch. Can you guess who had to climb up to rescue him?”
“It was not so dire,” Davos interjected, rolling his eyes.
“Ah, but until the branch broke and both of you fell into a thorny bush!”
You could not help but laugh—a light, genuine laugh.
Davos looked up at you, and for a fleeting moment, his dark blue eyes met yours.
It was an instant, ephemeral connection, yet you felt it deeply.
For the first time, they did not seem like the eyes of an adversary.
The atmosphere at the table relaxed, and before you knew it, you too had eased.
You brought the wine goblet to your lips, but as you did so, your gaze drifted once more towards Davos—with a newfound attentiveness.
And that was when you saw it.
Alysanne was watching you with an expression you could not immediately decipher.
Then it dawned upon you.
She was looking at you as you looked at Davos.
Heat rushed to your face, and you quickly averted your eyes, as though such a swift change might undo what had just transpired.
But it was too late.
Alysanne had seen enough.
And judging by the half-smile that played upon her lips, she was thoroughly enjoying every moment of it.
The conversation had taken on a more relaxed tone—a tone you scarcely thought possible given the history between you both. Yet there you were, sharing a dinner without hurling metaphorical daggers… for the time being.
Not wishing the fragile harmony to dissipate so swiftly, you resolved to resume the conversation with Davos, this time with sincere interest.
“You have always been rather adventurous, have you not?” you remarked, casting a sidelong glance his way as you took another sip of wine.
Davos raised an eyebrow and rested his forearm upon the table, holding his goblet in one hand.
“Adventurous?”
“Yes, you know… climbing trees, flirting with death without any apparent cause.”
Alysanne suppressed a laugh between her teeth, and Davos exhaled a nearly amused sigh before replying.
“I was never one to remain idle within the castle. I felt suffocated by its walls. So, indeed, any excuse was good enough to be outdoors—even if it meant tumbling from a tree from time to time.”
“It does not surprise me,” you said with a light smile. “But if you were neither in the castle nor falling from trees, where were you?”
Davos tilted his head, as though weighing whether to answer sincerely or with sarcasm. Ultimately, he chose sincerity.
“To be honest, the greatest amusement of my childhood was teasing your siblings.”
Your eyebrow immediately arched.
“Raylon and Olyver?”
“The very same,” he confirmed, a glimmer of satisfaction lighting his eyes. “Of course, the fun was mutual, for they repaid me in kind many times over.”
You could not help but laugh. The thought of Davos, Raylon, and Olyver spending their youth engaged in a war of childish pranks rather than life-and-death duels struck you as both absurd and fascinating.
“I cannot imagine it,” you admitted. “I always thought the hatred between you had been longstanding.”
“Not always,” Alysanne interjected. “Before matters turned so violent, it was all merely a children’s rivalry.”
Davos nodded absently, though you noticed his expression grew somewhat more tense.
“It is true that the hatred was largely stoked by our father and by the fact that our uncle killed your uncle more than sixteen years ago.”
That was a fact neither you nor Davos could deny, and one on which you had both already sparred.
Then the question escaped your lips before you could stop it.
“What was it that led to the third duel?”
In an instant, the atmosphere shifted.
Alysanne slowly set her goblet down upon the table, her expression turning inquisitive. Davos, for his part, did not reply immediately. He merely rotated his goblet between his fingers as his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
A misstep. You knew it straight away.
The conversation had flowed so smoothly, the repast had been so… unexpectedly pleasant. Why, then, did you have to spoil it?
“You need not answer,” you said hastily, feeling a slight knot form in your stomach. “I was merely curious…”
Davos set his goblet down more carefully than before and, to your astonishment, did respond.
“It was not by strategy nor some grand design,” he began, his voice firm yet lacking its usual edge. “It was because your siblings began to utter things most unbecoming.”
You frowned, leaning in slightly towards him.
“What sort of things?”
Davos exhaled slowly before meeting your eyes.
“Things about Alysanne… and about my mother.”
The impact of his words was immediate.
A heavy silence descended upon the table.
Alysanne, who until that moment had been more entertained by the interplay between you two than by the repast itself, straightened in her seat, her expression hardening.
“What?”
“That is so,” Davos confirmed, his gaze fixed on the goblet before him. “Patience is not one of my virtues, and they knew it well. I had no intention of letting matters escalate, but once I heard what they said, I cared not to restrain myself any longer.”
Your mind raced, striving to recall if you had ever heard such rumours before. But no. You knew that the enmity between Davos and your siblings had grown personal, yet you had never imagined it to be over something so base.
You shifted in your seat, feeling an unexpected weight upon your chest.
“I did not know…” you murmured softly, with utter sincerity. “Truly, I had no inkling.”
Davos nodded subtly, his face devoid of any trace of anger.
“I suspected as much.”
You drew a deep breath and, without overthinking it, spoke once more.
“I am sorry. On behalf of my family, I am truly sorry. There is no excuse for such conduct.”
It was the first time you had ever offered Davos Blackwood an apology. Yet the strangest thing was that it came from the heart.
Davos accepted it with a slight nod, words unnecessary.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Alysanne then inquired, her brow furrowed.
“Because it was not worth mentioning,” Davos replied promptly, rotating the goblet in his hand. “What they said was repugnant, indeed, yet I too reacted in a manner that did not help matters. Moreover…”
He paused, his gaze darkening.
“Had my father discovered their words, things would have ended far worse.”
Alysanne folded her arms and pursed her lips, as if attempting to find fault in his argument. But in the end, she said nothing.
Silence descended once more, though this time it was different—more reflective.
You found yourself at a loss for words.
You were uncertain what to say.
The one thing that was clear was that, for the first time since arriving at Raventree Hall, you beheld Davos in an entirely different light.
The fresh night air eased the stifling heat of your thoughts.
You had stepped outside in search of clarity, hoping the evening breeze would untangle the emotions left behind by dinner, but it had not been that simple.
Davos’ words still echoed in your mind.
It was no surprise that Raylon and Olyver could be insensitive when they wanted to be. You had seen it countless times, had been a victim of it on more than one occasion. But hearing it from Davos, with such raw frankness, had been different. This time, you could not ignore it.
Benjicot had only been thirteen at the time. What kind of comments had been cruel enough for a child to consider taking up a sword as the only response? You did not know the exact words, but it did not take much imagination.
You let out a long sigh, resting your forearms on your knees as you gazed at the vast darkness of the courtyard.
The torches at the entrance of Raventree Hall flickered in the wind, casting uneven shadows upon the stone walls. The silence was deep, interrupted only by the whisper of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.
You had walked out with no real destination, only the need to breathe. You had not expected company.
“If you’re planning to escape, I’d suggest doing it before dawn betrays you.”
Davos’ voice cut through the tranquillity of the night.
You did not turn your head immediately.
“Must you always assume the worst of me?”
“It’s just statistics,” he replied with a faintly amused tone.
Finally, you turned to look at him.
Davos stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you. The dim torchlight cast shadows across his face, giving him an even more imposing air.
For a moment, he simply observed you.
Then, without another word, he descended a couple of steps and sat beside you.
Not too close. But not too far, either.
He kept his eyes ahead, as if giving you time to decide whether you wanted to speak.
And you did.
“I don’t miss Stone Hedge.”
Davos turned his head slightly towards you, as if your confession had caught him off guard.
“No?”
“No.”
You exhaled a sigh, lifting your gaze to the star-strewn sky.
“They always told me home was wherever my father held power and my brothers imposed their will. But here…” You hesitated, searching for the right words. “Here, I feel like I can breathe.”
Davos did not respond immediately. His gaze remained fixed somewhere on the horizon, as though he were processing what you had just said.
“I thought you didn’t want to be here,” he said at last.
“I didn’t,” you admitted. “But… I don’t know, there’s something different about Raventree Hall. It’s not just the peace—it’s the feeling of being far from everything that always bound me. Even when I get lost in these endless woods, I’ve never felt like I needed to escape, despite the fact that we didn’t exactly have the best relationship.”
The breeze stirred his dark hair, and in the dim light, you barely caught the subtle movement of his lips before he spoke.
“Then stay.”
His tone was casual, as if the words held no real weight, but to you, they did.
You turned your face towards him, studying him carefully.
“Does that mean you don’t want me to leave?”
Davos kept his expression impassive, but the slight tightening of his jaw betrayed his discomfort.
“It means it would be a shame for you to leave now that I’m starting to tolerate you.”
An ambiguous remark. Vague.
Typical of him.
But you weren’t about to let him get away with it so easily.
“You like me,” you stated with a mischievous smile.
Davos let out a scoff.
“I tolerate you. There’s a difference.”
You chuckled softly and, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that he did too.
“Alysanne told me you asked about me before dinner. Did you miss my presence?”
For the first time that night, Davos was left without a response.
You turned fully towards him, watching as his jaw tensed slightly, as if he were choosing his words more carefully than usual.
“Is that what she told you?”
“That’s what she told me.”
Silence settled between you.
Davos looked away and exhaled slowly, as if trying to rid himself of his own discomfort.
“It wasn’t exactly like that.”
“Oh, no?”
“I just made a passing comment. It didn’t mean anything.”
“Of course,” you said with a teasing smile. “Asking about someone means nothing.”
He shot you a sidelong glance, narrowing his eyes.
“If you’re going to be insufferable about this, I take it back.”
“Too late.”
You savoured his discomfort for a second longer before sighing and turning your gaze back to the dark courtyard.
“About what you said at dinner… about the duel.”
Davos let out a short breath.
“You don’t have to apologise again.”
“I want to,” you insisted, turning towards him. “I didn’t know what my brothers had said. And even though I wasn’t the one who did it, they’re my family. It pains me to know they hurt you and your sister in such a way.”
Davos observed you in silence. For a moment, you feared he would look away.
But he didn’t.
“Don’t take responsibility for them,” he said at last. “What’s done is done. It wasn’t your fault.”
“But it changed everything. You ended up being forced to marry me.”
Davos exhaled with something akin to amusement, as if, for the first time, he did not see that consequence as a tragedy.
“That was going to happen one way or another. The Blackwoods and the Brackens have always found a way to clash. This time, we were the ones who paid the price.”
His tone was calm, but his words left you silent for a moment.
“So you no longer see it as a punishment?”
Davos averted his gaze, as if admitting it aloud irritated him.
“Not entirely.”
Your chest tightened with an unfamiliar sensation.
Perhaps it was the cold wind or the way the torchlight barely illuminated his face, but in that moment, Davos Blackwood did not seem like the man who had once looked at you with contempt upon your arrival.
He seemed like someone you could… talk to.
You pressed your lips together before taking a breath.
“To be honest… I asked Alysanne for help.”
Davos frowned.
“For what?”
“To help me understand you. To make you hate me less.”
He looked at you intently, trying to decipher just how far you had gone with that request.
“And? Did it work?”
You smirked.
“It seems so.”
Davos let out a dry exhale and shook his head, but the hardness in his gaze had softened.
“I thought you were more cunning.”
“I am,” you said, and then your expression turned more serious. “And that’s why I think I should be honest with you.”
Davos remained silent, but his body tensed subtly.
“I’m going to tell you something no one else knows.”
His gaze grew more intense.
“I’m listening.”
You took a deep breath before speaking, feeling the weight of the words you were about to say.
“Before this marriage, I was betrothed to Lord Banefort.”
Davos did not react immediately, but he gave a slight nod, giving you space to continue.
“I was very young… too naive,” you admitted, with a bitter smile. “I thought I loved him.”
The confession came more easily than you expected, yet, saying it aloud still made you feel ridiculous.
“He deceived me,” you went on, feeling a pang of shame you tried to conceal. “I gave him my heart, surrendered to him, believing it meant something… but once he got what he wanted, he simply moved on to his next conquest.”
Davos remained silent, his expression unreadable as you glanced at him from the corner of your eye.
"Barbara and I were never the closest of sisters, but I never imagined she would be capable of getting involved with the man I was engaged to," you said, a hint of resentment in your voice. "I didn't care to hear her excuses, and she didn't seem to care about sharing it either."
You exhaled heavily, rubbing your hands against the fabric of your dress.
"The only difference was that she was caught… and she was the one who ended up pregnant, not me."
Davos clenched his jaw.
"Shortly after, my engagement to Banefort was broken, and Barbara took my place. Two weeks before their wedding, she lost the child, and the marriage was postponed… three years have passed since then, and Lord Banefort seems like anything but a man about to marry."
His body tensed subtly. He said nothing, but in the firmness of his posture, you could tell he was processing every word.
"That’s why I don’t trust love," you continued, your voice quieter. "Because once, I believed in it… and it destroyed me."
The silence that followed was heavy, dense, as if each word still lingered between you.
You had spoken the truth. No masks, no strategies. Nothing remained between you except the silence stretching like a thin thread between two people who didn’t know what to do with what they felt.
At last, Davos spoke.
"He was an idiot."
You frowned, surprised by the sudden statement.
"What?"
Davos slowly turned his head toward you, his expression serious, firm, with no trace of mockery.
"Lord Banefort. He was an idiot."
You didn’t know what to say.
"I'm not saying it because of what he did to your sister," he continued, his voice lower. "I’m saying it because he had something he never deserved. And he wasted it."
Your heartbeat grew heavier.
"Davos…"
"You haven’t been the only one unwilling to trust," he interrupted, his gaze locked onto yours. "You haven’t been the only one to think this marriage was a sentence."
He took a breath, as if what he was about to say cost him more than he wanted to admit.
"But it isn’t. Not anymore."
The wind blew softly between you, tousling the loose strands of your hair.
"I don’t know when it happened," he continued. "I don’t know when I stopped seeing you as an obligation and started seeing you as…"
He fell silent, clenching his jaw, as if the word he wanted to say was too dangerous.
You weren’t breathing either.
Davos dropped his gaze to his own hands, tense on his knees. His knuckles were white, as if he was forcing himself to stay composed.
But when he looked at you again, something in him had broken. Something in him had given in.
"I don’t want you to leave."
Your heart stopped.
"But…"
"I don’t want you to leave," he repeated, more firmly. "I don’t want this to be just an arrangement, a truce. I don’t want to pretend that I wouldn’t care if you chose to go."
His words hung heavy in the air, each one falling with the weight of something that had been held back for too long.
"I don’t know what to call it," he admitted, his voice rough. "I don’t know if I even know how to feel it. But what I do know…"
He leaned slightly toward you. Not too much, but enough that his closeness set every fiber of your being alight.
"…is that if you ever come to love me… I don’t want it to be a lie."
The night was cold, but the warmth in your chest spread like an uncontrollable flame.
Words caught in your throat.
Davos held your gaze, waiting, expectant, as if the entire course of fate hung on this moment.
And deep down, you knew it did.
Because everything you had been before him, before this marriage, before this silent war between you… no longer existed.
You had changed.
He had, too.
And now, the only thing left was the truth.
A truth neither of you could keep ignoring.
Davos didn’t look away. He didn’t move, didn’t try to soften what he had just said. He simply waited, with the same patience he would face an inevitable battle.
Because that’s what this was.
No more games. No more strategies.
Just him. Just you. Just whatever you were willing to build together.
Your breath trembled slightly as you leaned in a little. Not much. Just a whisper of distance.
Davos didn’t pull away.
He made no sudden movements, didn’t try to take control of the moment as he might have in the past.
He only watched you, with those dark eyes that had always been hard, impenetrable… but now were just human.
Your hand moved instinctively, cautiously, as if afraid to break the moment.
You barely brushed his face, feeling the roughness of his beard beneath your fingers, the warmth of his skin in contrast to the cool night air.
Davos closed his eyes for an instant, exhaling a breath so soft it was almost imperceptible at your touch.
And then, you kissed him.
It was a soft kiss, gentle, like tasting something unknown for the first time.
There was no desperation, no urgency, no force of a battle fought in the dark.
Only the certainty that this was real.
That you wanted to do it.
That there was no other reason beyond the one burning in your chest.
Davos remained still at first, as if the mere fact that you were kissing him was something he was still trying to comprehend.
But then, unhurriedly, his hand rose to your cheek, his touch warm against the cold of the night.
He didn’t rush you. He didn’t claim more than you were willing to give.
He only responded.
Slowly.
With the same confidence with which he wielded a sword, but with a gentleness you never would have imagined in him.
The world around you disappeared.
The conflict between your families, the mistakes of the past, the fears still gripping your heart—they didn’t matter.
Only this moment existed.
Only him.
And when the kiss ended, when you pulled away just enough to breathe but not enough to break the connection, Davos rested his forehead against yours, his fingers still lingering on your skin.
He didn’t say anything.
He didn’t need to.
Because in the way he looked at you, in the way his thumb traced your cheek with an impossible tenderness…
You understood that he had felt it just as you had.
