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Sugar & Violence
Podrick Payne x reader
+:✿ Chapter 7 ✿:+ : Blackfish
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Summary: You’re a Mormont being held hostage by House Lannister. You are acting now as the Handmaiden for Margery Tyrell, whom you’ve grown quite close with. But it seems that a squire has caught your attention as you have caught his.
CW: SMUT, MDNI, P in V unprotected, Mutual masturbation, cum play (sorta), body worship, outdoor sex, fem dom (if you squint), afab reader, pining, fingering, NSFW themes, mention of non-con, misogyny, mention of violence, mention of arranged marriages, mention of alcohol consumption, mention of NSFW themes, mention of parental death, witch/dreamer reader.
Word Count: 7.K
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You dreamt of forests and trees. Cool winds and rushing waters of a river.
It was calming, and felt like home.
Though soon your dream was intruded on by the sharp and awful pain in your side. Cutting through all the deep layers of sleep, and pulling you out.
As your eyes slowly pulled themselves open, you could see you were laying in a bed. Much less luxurious than the one you laid in, in King's Landing, or on Bear Island, or even the brothel.
The sheets were thin and the mattress was stiff. Your room was small, dark, and damp, it was obvious that you were in Castle Black. As your eyes adjusted, and you mustered the energy to sit up. As you did you saw him.
The very squire you fell in love with. He sat nodding off to sleep in a chair by your bedside.
“How long have you been sitting there?” You asked, your voice still hoarse from sleep. Though your voice was enough to steer him from his sleep.
Podrick jolted awake, bolting to your side with widened eyes, “You’re awake- Is the pain terrible? I’ll call for a maester-“ He began babbling, overly concerned, his hands roaming over you, afraid to touch you. As if you’d shatter at his touch.
You smiled at him, placing a hand on his cheek. “Leave that for now.” You said softly, your words and touch practically made him melt in your hand. You ran your fingertips along his hair, “Your hair is shorter.” You pointed out as you studied him. He looked at you as if you were the most beautiful, most sacred thing in his life, and maybe you were.
His smile was warm, and his eyes trailed over you sweetly, “You’re beautiful.”
You scoffed as you wiped sweat from your brow. “I look like a corpse warmed over.” You whined as you sat up more. You winced at the pain from your wound. Podricks hands went to your arms, trying to support you.
You let out a groan as you pushed the furs that covered you down, and pulled the tunic that was not yours, up. You looked at the cut, now much worse than it was before.
You huffed and laid back in the bed, annoyed by the burden of the wound.
“Who did this to you?” Podrick asked as he petted your hair. Even though his tone was soft you could hear anger in his voice.
“Gold Cloaks. They attacked the Knights Watch recruits. Looking for bastards of the Kings.” You explained, your voice was breathless from the pain.
Podrick looked down, ashamed in himself, “I should have stayed. I should have waited for you.” He said with a shake of his head.
You smiled softly at him, taking his hand, “We’ve no time for any of that.”
“Of what?” He asked, kneeling at your side.
“Regrets,” You said, taking his face in your hands. He held onto your wrist, “My knight.” You said sweetly, making him smile and hold back a laugh.
He leaned in and kissed your lips. He tried his best to be gentle, though he felt starved for your touch, for your lips, for your body. He needed you so desperately and you could tell by his kiss. You knew if it wasn’t for the deep cut in your side he would have ravaged you. As his lips pulled with yours, he held your face as he rested his forehead against your own,“Don’t send me away again.” He pleaded.
“It was for your own good. You served one suspect of the Kings murder and fucked the other. You would have been strung up and tortured for information you didn’t have.”
“Don’t send me away again.” He asked you, almost pleading.
You smirked, “Don’t do what I tell you.” Podrick sighed, and leaned back. He loved your defiant spirit but it made things like this difficult, “I can’t promise I won’t. And I would never lie to you.”
Podrick smiled softly at you, as his eyes drifted down towards your wound. He frowned and sighed. “Maester said your cut had already been stitched up. When you arrived some of them had come undone. What happened?” He asked with a concerned demeanor.
“After the attack, I fled. Fainted in a river from the pain. A woman- a brothel madam found me.” Podricks eyes went wider, You smirked as you finished your story. “She stitched me up.”
“In a brothel?” He questioned, but you couldn’t answer before the door began to open. As it did Podrick was quick to take the fur blanket and throw it over you, attempting to protect your modesty on your behalf. It made you smile.
A short man with dark curly hair walked into the small room. “Lady Mormont,” The man said with a respectful nod. “Podrick…” He said a bit more confused as to why he was even there. He then turned his attention back to you. “I am Jon Snow,”
You looked at Jon Snow, the son of Ned Stark. You knew that if your father was to make one man his successor it would be the blood of Ned Stark. You also knew, if your father was alive, he’d be in this small damp room already, lecturing you about how stupid it was for you to leave Bear Island alone, and for you to travel here. But above it all, you had an indescribable feeling, one that pulled you to a terrible thought. “You’re the new commander aren’t you?”
Jon looked at you confused, unsure of how you knew. “We should speak in private-”
“My father is dead.” You interrupted, catching both Podrick and Jon off guard. Jon stared at you for a moment unsure of what to say. You, despite the horrid pain, sat up. Your eyes bore into Jon’s “Isn’t he?” you questioned.
“Aye.” Jon said with his head held low.
You already knew. You knew the moment you saw the vision in that brothel. But now it was real. Your visions were real, and your father was dead. You felt emotion get caught in your throat. Your brows furrowed as you softly and quietly questioned, “How?”
Podrick, hanging his head low.
Jon began, cautiously, “He was betrayed by his men. Beyond the wall… he was attacked-”
The thought angered you worse than anything you’d ever feel, “By who?” You asked with gritted teeth.
Jon stepped closer towards you, “A man named Rast. A man who is dead now. All the men who betrayed him are dead now.” You hang your head, your hair falls forward covering your face. You didn’t say a word. “My Lady, you are the eldest inherited living child of Jeor Mormont. Your cousin Lyanna has held your rightful position in your absence. We have sent a raven to inform her of your-”
You interrupted him. Unconcerned with succession or whatever that raven said. “Where is he?” You asked, “My father. He should be on the Island.” You said softly.
Jon thought deeply for a moment. Trying to find a delicate way of phrasing it.“There was not much of him left.”
You raised your head, revealing the tears that fell down your cheeks. “Leave me.” You commanded softly and breathlessly, “I apologize but please go.”
Jon Nodded, turning his attention towards Podrick, “Podrick-”
“He stays.” You commanded,
Jon, though confused, didn't fight it. He left you to mourn.
As soon as the door closed, Podrick went to you. Holding you as you cried. He petted your hair and whispered small comforts to you.
As time went on, your breathing steadied, your cries turned to quiet sobs, and soon nothing at all. So he believed you fell asleep once more.
Though he did not tell you, as he had no opportunity to, he sat by your bed for nearly twelve hours waiting for you to wake. So knowing you were at peace, allowed him to find his own.
You however did not sleep. You couldn't, the pain was great, and you did not want another dream to come to you. Especially in the arms of the man you waited so long to be with again. With your head nuzzled under his chin you laid there listening to his breathing and quite snores. It was the last pleasantness you had left. Your father was dead, and mutilated. Your only friend’s heart was broken by your own hand. You were an orphan, And whatever was left of your family was more than likely furious at you for fleeing. But you’d a man who loved you, whole and as you were. One who thought you were beautiful even when you were cut up, bloodied and bruised. Without a proper wash, or pretty gown. With a sweaty brow and unmade hair. One with an even temper, and sweet disposition. It made you smile softly as he snored quietly.
The pain however, persisted, as pain of all kinds seems to do.
You tried your best to wiggle your way out of Podricks grip without waking him, or groaning from the pain. But Podrick was a deep sleeper, and an even deeper one when he denied himself of sleep for so long.
When you stood from your bed, you steadied your imbalanced bare feet on the cold stone floors. You looked down at the tunic you wore, it was clearly not your own. It was far too big, fitting like a dress on you. Your pants were gone as well. They must've been too bloodied for them to leave on you.
Though it didn’t stop you from wanting to leave that room. You need the poppy and if they didn’t give you clothes that was their own fault. You looked back to Podrick sleeping soundly on your bed before you opened your chamber to find that your chamber was hardly a chamber at all. But a room within the Maesters quarters.
You looked around at all the books, herbs, oils, poisons, salves, and other medicines that littered the room, and its shelves. You smiled to yourself, as you looked at it all. You’d have it all to your disposal.
You stepped into the room cautiously, hoping you wouldn’t see an old maester, or more accurately hoping he wouldn’t see you, half naked.
But the hour was late, there was merely a single candle lit, and no Maester in sight. So you seized your opportunity. You rummaged through the bottles and pouches of herbs.
Either you were not as quiet as you believed to be or the lack of your scent, warmth, and presence was enough to wake Podrick. As his disoriented eyes began to open, as soon as he noticed you were not cuddled up to his chest, he threw the blankets off of him and ran out of the room, only to see you standing on a ladder rummaging through bottles on a high shelf.
Podrick let out a sigh of relief, “What are you doing?”
You didn’t look at him, still rummaging through the oils “What is that maester using?”
Podrick shook his head, not knowing the exact medicine, “Some salve he made.” His eyes softened towards you, “Are you alright?”
You ignored the question, not wishing to pull those awful feelings up again. “I need lavender, calendula, and comfrey. I’ll make a salve that’ll actually work.” You mumbled to yourself.
“You should be resting.” Podrick said, his voice sounding more frustrated.
“Surely the Maester here must have something-” You said, still ignoring him.
“(Y/N), about your father.” He pried softly.
You however continued to mumble, “Ghost pipe-comfrey- I can use that,”
“(Y/N).” He said, much more frustrated.
His out of character tone startled you almost. You turned to him, “I’m sorry.” you said softly.
He huffed, and looked down, unable to be crossed with you. As his eyes reached your gaze again he softened, “You needn’t be.” He said walking towards you, “I only worry for you.”
You smiled down at him from the top of the ladder, “You needn’t.” You sighed, “This is how I handle pain. I’ve cried, and now I shall ignore it.” You reached out your hand towards him, which he took without hesitation, “Help me down.” you winced as you began to get down.
“Is the pain terrible?” Podrick asked as he took you in his arms gently, picking you up slightly before setting you down. His strength aroused you, though now might not have been the time to admit it.
“Yes. And the salve they used was mediocre.” You said as you examined the oils you picked, still wincing from the pain.
“Ask me next time and I’ll do it.” Podrick said not wanting you to strain yourself anymore, though his words felt domineering, and you again… hated to admit it but it aroused you.
“You shouldn’t steal from the Maester.” You said as you began to mix the oils with some herbs you’d found as well.
“You did.” Podrick said as he watched you work, in awe. It reminded him of when you stiched his hand, when you and he first met, and that aroused him.
“I’ll be working for him soon enough.” You said dismissively as you continued.
Podrick leaned in towards you “How did you know?” “Lord Snow did not need to tell you, for you to know. You already knew.” His eyes were direct,
You stopped working, looking at him with some fear. Not knowing whether or not he would understand. “I saw the Wildlings cross over the wall.” You said in a whisper, leaning in closer. “My father never expressed anything other than contempt towards Wildlings to me If he were to let them in-”
“How did you see that?” He asked with furrowed brows.
“You’ll think I’m mad.” You said looking down and getting back to work on your own medicine.
His hands stopped yours, “I’d never think that.” He said leaning in. His tone was full of conviction.
“Fire.” You said again in a whisper.
“Fire?” He repeated back.
You looked at him, your eyes uncertain that he’d understand it, because you hardly did. “That brothel madam was not only a brothel madam. She was a witch. She showed me her sight. Helped me understand my own.”
Podrick shook his head, “I don’t understand.” It was clear he was genuinely trying to understand.
“Before the Gold Cloaks attacked, I dreamt of it. Before I found that brown horse I rode in on, I dreamt of it. That is my sight. Dreams.” You looked towards the fire in the room, “I peered into a fire, like that one there. The fire showed me Wildlings crossing the wall. That was her sight. Fire.” You said looking back at him,
“How?” He asked again. He wished to understand you desperately, to know you fully.
“I don’t know.” You shook your head, “But I want it to stop.”
“Why? It would seem to be an advantage.” He said, ever the optimist that he was.
“I don’t wish for advantage. I don’t wish to be special. Or to be head of any great house. I never did.” You said as you pulled your tunic up and over your head, surprising Podrick. Though not unpleasantly. You began to apply the mixture of oils and herbs to your wound.
Podrick attempts desperately to avert his gaze from your breasts, and look into your eyes, “What do you wish for?”
“Once it was an adventure, to see the world and now it. But I’ve seen it and I hate it. Now I just want simplicity.” You finished applying your newly created medicine and you held your tunic back up around your neck as you looked at Podrick who was smiling at you warmly, “A house made of stone, and wood. I want to live off my own land. With a man I love.” You said as you leaned in and kissed his lips gently, as you pulled away you also pulled a small whimper from Podricks lips “I missed you. Worried for you.”
His eyes wandered over your form, “I thought of you always. Lady Brienne was to aid me in finding you. I should have left on my own for you-”
You shook your head, “I told you enough of that.”
He leaned in further, “You also told me not to do what you told me to do.” He said in a more confident and seductive tone than you were used to.
“What if I told you to kiss me.” You said, and before you could smirk or amuse yourself with your own teasing, Podrick grabbed hold of your jaw, gently, still treating you as porcelain. His kiss was sloppy, and wet, but it was exciting, and made you whimper into his mouth as his tongue entered yours.
“Get in your bed.” He said darkly, it made your belly tingle. You smiled at him with your eyes half lidded, giving him a final kiss before obeying as he said. As you got to the foot of your bed, you dropped the tunic you held onto. The sight made Podrick hiss.
You laid on your bed, as you watched him undress. He stood in front of the end of the bed, looking down upon you as he undressed. As he climbed on top of you your hand trailed down his chest, that was now much more toned than it was before. “Beautiful-mmm” You said as he licked you, from your sternum to your neck. He kissed your lips as his hand ran up your thighs and somewhat mindlessly yet masterfully played with your cunt. As your pleasure rose, so did the tension in your belly. The tension tighten your muscles and caused that awful pain again, “Ah!” you cried out in pain,
Podrick nearly jumped off of you, but he held your face “Are you alright? What did I do?” He asked, frightened he’d hurt you even if it were unintentional.
“It’s this bloody cut.” you said frustrated, you said as you looked down at his hardened length. “I’m sorry-” You felt guilty, leaving him as you did the last time you were with him.
“Do not be.” He smiled, shaking his head, “There’s time.” He said sweetly as he petted your hair,
You still, felt terrible, “I can take you in my hand, or-”
He shook his head again, and furrowed his brow, “I’m not going to use you.” He said sweetly, as he kissed your lips softly, “I’m still in love with you.” He whispered into your cheek as he kissed it.
“I love you.” You said back as he pulled you into his arms,
Soon you both fell back asleep in one another's arms.
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When you awoke, Podrick was already awake. You laid against him, your head resting against his chest as his fingers played with your hair sweetly.
As you rose your head from his chest to look at him, he smiled at you and you smiled back. “I’ve never woken in your arms.” You said quietly.
He tucked your hair behind your ear, “Did you have any dreams?”
“Yes, though it was vague.” you said as you took his hand, began to play with his fingers.
He asked “What was it?” It made you smile how he wanted to know, to understand.
“A black fish lays dead. And a small boat travels down a river.” You said, stoically. You hated these dreams. Hated that you never understood them until it was too late.
Before Podrick could try to help you decide the meaning, your door to your chamber swung open and a tall Blonde lady knight walked in with the maester. Podrick tugged your fur blanket over your exposed shoulder. “My Lady, pardon the intrusion- Seven hells.” Brienne said with an irritated huff as she averted her eyes and hastily walked away. The Maester however stayed in the doorway, watching disapprovingly as Podrick threw on his clothing frantically.
He looked back to you, as if he were asking permission to leave, to chase after Brienne and attempt to swear her to secrecy. You finding the whole situation comical nodded and he rushed past the old Maester who stood in the doorway.
You looked over to the oldened Maester, “Who’re you?”
The man walked into the room, “I’m the Maester here, Edmure.” He said with a judgmental gaze, “And I wouldn’t suggest coupling in your state.” He said as he walked closer to your bed.
“We didn’t.” You huffed. You wish that you did, but you didn’t.
The Maester sat on the side of your bed as he retrieved a bottle of a milky white substance from his pocket, “A man of that age, lays naked beside a naked girl, and only sleeps?” He questioned uninterestedly and unconvinced.
“That’s right.” You said equally uninterested, turning your attention to the substance that he was pouring into the spoon. “Is that milk of the poppy?”
“Sleep is the best way to heal.” Maester Edmure said as he prepared your drink at your bedside.
“I don’t wish to sleep. When I sleep I dream.” You sat sitting up, being sure to hold the furs to your bare chest.
“Yes, that is typical of sleep.” He said as if you were incompetent as he finished preparing your drink.
“I don’t like my dreams.” You said as he put the cup up to your lips, “I won’t take it.” You said turning your head away from the cup.
“You’re as stubborn as your father.” Edmure said with a frustrated but somber sigh.
You felt a sting of sadness thinking about it. “Have you thought of grinding the poppy into a salve? It would numb the area-” You began, attempting to offer your wisdom and skill.
“It is not done.” He said, stuck in his ways of old medicine.
You didn’t attempt to argue, not caring enough to do so. “Do I at least have clothes I can wear here?”
“I’ll see what I can find.” He said with a nod, “Drink that.” He finished as he left the cup of milk of the poppy diluted with some tea next to your beside while he left your chamber.
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Maester Edmure did infact find some clothes for you. It was clear the clothes were old. A testament of how long it had been since a woman stayed in Castle Black.
As you tie the strings of the corset, be careful not to tighten the strings too tightly.
Soon Podrick poked his head into your room, making sure that you were there alone. As he poked his head in he saw you dressing yourself. He smiled as he walked in, and you turned around smiling back at him.
Podrick came up behind you, gently wrapping his arms around your waist as he leaned in towards your ear, “What did the maester say?”
“I don’t think he likes me very much.” You said, and it made him chuckle. “I won’t be dying any time soon.” You said as you turned around, looking into his loving eyes, “What did Brienne say to you?”
“I’ve been asked to accompany her to the Riverlands, to deliver a message to Lord Brynden Tully.” He caressed your face and sighed, “I wish to stay with you. You’ve only just returned to me.” He said, clearly conflicted.
You smiled sweetly at him, “And now that we are both free we will be with one another again.” You took his hand that caressed your face, “If you are to be a knight you will, no doubt, be sent off to many more missions.” You kissed the scar that adorned his hand, “You should go.” You smiled at him sweetly, “I’ll be able to handle my own self.”
He smiled back at you, just as sweet, “Yes I know you will.”
“Go on then. You will return to me.” You said as you kissed his lips softly.
Podrick ran his hands down your hair, “I will.” He promised.
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Podrick and Brienne traveled to the Riverlands just to find that House Tully was under siege of House Lannister.
This obviously gave Brienne the opportunity to speak with Jamie Lannister. In an attempt to allow her to speak with House Tully before the attack. As Jamie and Brienne spoke alone within a tent in the siege, Podrick stood outside.
As he stood outside the tent, an older man came up behind him and forced him into a headlock. Podrick finally was able to get himself out of it, he saw the man was Bronn, the sellsword who was also in Tyrion’s service back in King's Landing.
“Getting too old to be a squire, aye?” Bronn teased, “Podrick fucking Payne,” He said with excitement, “I thought you’d be dead by now.”
Podrick smirked, and stifled a laugh, “Not yet.”
“They in there?” Bronn asked, wondering where Jaime and Brienne were.
“Mmhm.” Podrick replied,
“You think they’re fucking?” Bronn asked with a genuineness,
“What? No.” Podrick said with a disgusted face,
Bronn shrugged, “Why not? I’d fuck her. You’d fuck her wouldn’t you?”
Podrick shook his head, “I’m her squire.”
“Oh. Well he’d fuck her, that’s for sure. And she’d fuck him, don’t you think? The way she looks at him.” Bronn continued on, Podrick was unamused and rolled his eyes, “Come on, you’re the one with the magic cock.” Bronn said teasingly as he grabbed hold of Podricks crotch swiftly, making Podrick groan in pain, “You must’ve shown it to her by now.”
Podrick stood straight, “I’ve my own lady, now.” He said with confidence.
Bronn raised his eyebrows at him, “Oh? Let me guess, it’s a girl who looks a whole lot like that bear girl.”
“She is the lady Mormont.” Podrick said pridefully,
“Is she?” Bronn questioned, and Podrick nodded his head with a smile, “Should I call you Lord Payne now?” Bronn teased.
“We’ve not wed- yet-“ Podrick stammered, almost embarrassed he hadn’t married you yet.
“But I bet your fucking ‘er.” Bronn jested with a poke at Podricks chest.
Podrick felt a sting of anger, “She is my Lady, I do not speak about my-“
Bronn interrupted, “I’m just fuckin’ with you, Pod.” He patted him on the back, “You must be itchin’ waiting for that pretty Lord title.”
Podrick shook his head. “I don’t care for that.” It was true, he didn’t want to be lord of anything really, and he didn’t want you simply for that either. “I’ll be a knight. Brienne is training me to fight.” He said proud of the person who was training him.
“Is she now?” Bronn questioned,
“An hour in the morning and an hour at night. Everyday.” Podrick said smugly
“Then how come an old cunt like me can still sneak up and murder you?” Bronn jested.
“That’s a different sort of fighting.” Podrick said defensively.
“Now that’s the truth isn’t it. You want to learn that sort of fighting?” Podrick looked at him with a smile and nodded, “Alright, alright let's start with your footwork. Show me your stance.” Podrick got in stance as Bronn approached him, “Now listen to me Pod, see how your feet are about a yard apart?” As Podrick looked at how, Bronn slapped him hard, “Lesson number one assume everyone wants to hit you. Cause they do, Pod. Everyone wants to hit a fucking squire.” Podrick bit on his bottom lip angrily, “Again, come on don’t sulk, you want to protect that pretty bear now don’t you?”
He did.
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As time had passed back at Castle Black, you were using your own concoctions of medicine. And against the old Maester’s advice you even removed the stitches on your own. You were healing much faster than you should have been.
Maester Edmure was examining your cut, and marveling at how well you’d healed. “You have healed remarkably.”
“Perhaps it is my own doing.” You said, knowing it would get under the old Maesters skin.
“Sleep is always the best way to heal.” He said dismissively,
“Some say.” You said as you put your corset back on.
This snarky comment was the last straw for the Maester, “I am a member of the Order of Maesters, I have been studying medicine since I was a boy-”
You interrupted not wanting to endure a tantrum disguised as a lecture, “I’ve no doubt you’re fine at what you do. But I have even less doubt that I am good at what I do.” You said calmly as you laced your corset. “I have seen you out of courtesy, and politeness.”
“You don’t have politeness.” The measter said in a grumble
“The last Maester I worked for did not like me either.” You said with a sigh,
“You do not work for me.” The measter said with real annoyance.
“Well then I’ve just been stealing from you.” You said handing him a pot of a salve you’d made and had been using instead of his mediocre medicines.
“What is this?” He asked as he sniffed the concoction.
“A salve, made of ghost pipe, poppy, and comfrey.” You brightened a little as you explained it.
“You made this?” He asked as he looked up at you with surprise.
“I did.” You said with a sense of pride. “Ghost pipe and poppy act in tandem to kill the pain, the comfrey works to-”
“Fight infection, I know it.” He said as he sniffed the concoction again,
“You asked.” You shrugged,
“I’ve not seen ghost pipe and poppy blended with one another.” He said in a veiled astonishment.
“Neither had I.” You said, prideful.
The measter looked at you with wide eyes, “You experiment medicines on yourself?”
“Hardly an experiment when you know it will work.” You said with a smirk, knowing your confidence would only get on the old man's nerves.
The measter rolled his eyes at your comment, but then looked back down the concoction you created. Noting how well it did work on you. He then begrudgingly said, “I worked under Maester Aemon for your father. He’d want you to have a place here in Castle Black. If you wish for a position you have it.”
You smiled and crossed your arms, “I told you, I’d work for you.” You teased.
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You were tidying up the old masters unorganized books as the door to the measters chambers opened. You knew who it was immediately, you didn’t need the sight to tell. A beautiful girl with bright red hair. You were a Mormont, you would know a Stark when you saw one.
“Pardon the interruption.” She said meekly, clearly uncomfortable.
“No interruption.” You shook your head, wiping your hands of the dust from the books on the apron that you wore.
“I attempted to have my sworn sword reach you before but it seemed you were still abed.” Sansa said, apparently not aware of what Brienne had actually seen.
You grinned, “Yes, I believe I remember that.” you said with a nervous laugh.
“I am in need of a maester, only- I mislike old men… touching me.” She said cutting to the chase.
You nodded, “An understandable feeling.”
She stepped closer to you, “Do you know who I am?” she asked stoically.
“There’s only three women in Castle Black. The most it’s ever seen. Brienne of Tarth, myself… and Sansa Stark. And I know you aren’t Brienne of Tarth.” You said in a comforting tone.
“Do you know what happened to me?” She questioned,
“Yes.” You nodded averting your gaze from hers out of respect.
“What he did-“ She began,
“You don’t need to tell me. I can tell.” You stopped her. You knew the pain of it. Did not wish for her to continue. “I’ve seen the look before.”
“Can you help me?” She asked
You nodded, “There's tea. If brewed correctly, will expel whatever may be affecting you.” You pulled the herbs from the shelf, and began to boil the water on top of the open fire in the room.
Sansa watched as you worked, “Is it certain?”
“I will exhaust our options. I will make certain. You will drink this tea, then we will run until our legs hurt. Together they should work certainly.” You said comfortingly “It’s bitter and ugly. Best to be drank in a swift manner.” You said as you poured the boiling water into the cup,
“You’ve served this before?” She asked as you handed her the cup,
“Three times.” You nodded, “A married girl who wanted her marriage annulled, a girl who was in a very similar position to yourself, and myself.” You smiled at her, and she smiled back. “Drink.” As she did she winced from the horrid taste, “I told you. Rotten stuff.” As she finished you took the cup from her hand, “Now. Let’s run.”
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As soon as Podrick arrived back to Castle Black he made his way back to the measters quarters, only to find the old man and not you.
“Oh it’s the naked boy.” The measter said as he tinkered with some kind of medicine.
Podrick, embarrassed, pulled his mouth into a line as he nodded, acknowledging that it was indeed him, “Where is the Lady Mormont?”
The old maester sighed, “She is treating the Lady Sansa.” He said as he pointed out the window of the chamber.
Podrick looked out and saw you pushing Sansa to run and keep running. Round in circles over and over again. “What is she doing?” Podrick asked the old maester, genuinely confused.
The measter shook his head, “She’s a strange way about her. And a strange way she conducts her work. But it works.” He shrugged.
Not wasting further time Podrick left the chambers to find you.
As he went out on the outskirts of the Castle Black walls, he saw you and Lady Sansa speaking.
“It should be certain now,” You said softly, “Your belly might ache, but that is a good sign.” You said lastly before Lady Sansa thanked you and walked off.
You smiled as you saw Podrick walking towards you, it let you breathe a sigh of relief.
“You’re running,” Podrick said happily, noting your recovery.
You smiled at him, happy to see he was back. “Me and the Lady were discussing political matters.” You lied as you and he both walked off into a more secluded area of Castle Black.
“While running?” He questioned you,
You flashed your eyebrows at him, “It’s an exhilarating topic.”
“You’re lying to me?” He asked with a grin
“Hardly a lie if so I know you won’t believe it.” You smirked at him and he smirked back, “I’ll tell you, later.” you said holding onto his arm, “I hear your sword work is coming along quite well.”
“I hope so.” He said,
“You and I should fight some time.”
“I don’t think I’d be able to put you down.” He said, shaking his head.
“No?” You asked with a smirk, you looked around noting that there was no one around, “Try it.” You said pushing him slightly as you ran off. Podrick chased after you. You laughed as he chased you, once he finally caught up to you, you dodged him and he fell into the plush snow, “Go on, keep at it.” You said teasingly as he looked up at you.
“You enjoying this?” He asked with a grin
“I am.” You said with a smirk as you kicked snow at him as you ran off.
He picked himself off the ground and ran after you, “Come ‘ere!” He said as he finally wrapped his arms around you,
“Ah!” You squealed as he caught you, and pinned you against the ground. “Mmm, you’ve gotten quite strong.” You said, as your hands roamed his strong arms that pinned your body down. As you looked up into his eyes they were hungry and lustful, as he stared at your breasts. Compressed against both his weight and your corset. “I believe you’re staring.” You said with a smirk.
“It’s a weakness of mine- with you.” He said, stammering like how he did in King's Landing.
“This doesn’t feel weak.” You said as you bucked your hips against his own, noting the hardness growing in his breeches.
He blushed slightly, “Are you, have you-” He asked, worrying that he’d hurt you again.
“I’ve healed-“ You interrupted, just wanting to be fucked, badly.
“Oh thank the Gods-“ He blurted out as he began frantically pawing at your neckline. Needing your redirection to the laces of the corset to actually get it off. As soon as he’d gotten your garment loose enough to pull your breasts out of it, his mouth ravaged you.
Your skirts raised around your thighs. His teeth gently, grazed and bit down on the sensitive buds of your nipples, you were overwhelmed with the pleasure. No man had ever done this so well, “Mmphm! Fuck-Fuck-Fuck,” You moaned breathlessly as his tongue soothed your breasts as he continued to suck on them. “Mm-I didn’t know that could feel this good.” You mumbled between moans.
Podrick lifted his desperate gaze from your body to your eyes. You ran your hand through his hair as he looked at you with hunger, “No ones ever taken care of you like this?” He asked gently as his hand began to softly and tenderly roam up your thigh.
You shook your head, “Most men had me bend over, just to fuck into me until they’re spent.” You said with a pout. It was true, no man ever made you feel this good, nothing did.
The thought of you with another man made him somewhat jealous, not that he’d admit it. But mostly he was angry that no man would want to see you like this, or hear the beautiful sounds he could coax out of you. So to show you how much he himself appreciated it, his wandering hand finally found your cunt. He palmed your, already wet, cunt. “Who wouldn’t want to see you like this?” He asked as he pressed the tip of his ring finger against your clothed entrance as his palm rubbed against your clit.
“Awh!” You moaned out in surprise as you clenched around barely anything at all. You caught your breath and smiled at him, “Pod, you never talk like this.”
He looked at you desperately, “I missed how beautiful you sound.” He said as he continued to toy with your cunt.
You held back a moan, attempting to get him to work even harder for it, “Did you ever think of me?” You asked as your hand caressed the side of his face sweetly.
He furrowed his brow, “Of course I did.” He said, as though he were offended you’d think that you did not consume his every waking thought. He leaned in closer to you, “Every hour” He said as he kissed your jaw, “Of everyday.” and he kissed your cheek, “In the late hours of the night.” as he grazed his lips against your own. His hand is still rubbing against you.
Your fingers came to his neck, gently tracing imaginary shapes against his sensitive skin. Just how you knew it drove him crazy. “What did you think of?” You asked in an innocent voice.
He smirked down at you, as he leaned in closer to your ear, “Do you remember what you said to me, the night before Joffrey’s wedding?” He asked as his ring finger moved from your clothes entrance to your clothed clit, making you arch your back and whine slightly. Unable to answer his question. “No?” He asked teasingly as he kissed your ear, “I didn’t forget it. You said, you wanted- My tongue.” He licked at the soft spot between your ear and your jaw, “Between your pretty thighs.” His hand gripped onto your breast, and he kissed your cheek, “To fuck you with my fingers, while I licked at you.” He said with a sloppily and wonderful kiss. “You remember that?” He asked teasingly.
“You forgot one thing,” You said breathlessly, “I said I wanted to bite your neck right here.” You licked the sensitive spot on his neck as it bit down on his neck as you sucked on his skin gently, he groaned with pleasure as you did so. You hand roamed down his chest and stomach, until you were palming the hardening mass under his breeches, “Feels like another weakness of yours.” You said into his mouth as he bucked his hips into your hand. “Tell me, what did you do when you thought of that?” You looked into his eyes, half lidded.
He smiled absentmindedly, “I’d go into the woods, and take myself in my hands-”
You grabbed him by his jaw, “Show me.”
If you’d asked Podrick to do this back in King's Landing, he would have been far too bashful, but now he had been so hungry for your touch he had no real release. The request made his cock twitch in his pants.
He sat up on his knees, as he pulled out his length. His eyes never left your own as he began to stroke his throbbing cock. The sight alone made your cunt clench around nothing. His cock was already leaking precum, and his eyes were growing more and more starved as he looked down at you.
You pulled your small clothes off, throwing them off to the side. You hand went down to your cunt. Immediately you began to toy with your clit, the slight made Podrick slump down, resting his cheek against your knee as he watched you, “Awhhhh” He moaned out watching your pretty fingers play with yourself. His stroking only fastened as you pushed two fingers into yourself. He grasped onto your thigh supporting himself up as he was mesmerized by you. He looked up at you with desperate eyes, practically drooling, “Please,”
You pulled your two fingers out of yourself, and presented to him. To which he took in his mouth hungerly “That’s a good lad.” You said seductively as he sucked on your fingers. As you pulled them out you opened your legs just a bit more, “Go on.” You said with a nod.
Wasting no time at all, Podrick kissed, licked, and bit his way down your sensitive thighs. Your back arched, and you through your head back as his lips finally met your aching cunt. You gripped a hand full of his short hair as his tongue fucked into you, and his nose rubbed against your clit.
Your other hand gripped onto the snow that blanketed the ground below you, as he began to suck onto your sensitive clit and his thick fingers entered your throbbing core. You moaned out in pleasure, not caring who might hear you.
Podrick looked up from your cunt, you could see your slick covering his face, “I need you. Gods I need you so badly.” He pleaded,
You nodded your head “Take what you need, pretty boy.” You said as you held his face as he nearly pounced on you.
He rubbed his cock, slick with precum against your wet cunt, making you both moan into one another's mouths. “Tell me,” He said into your lips, “Tell me what you want.” It surprised you. He was never so demanding, but you liked it, no you loved it.
You held onto his neck as you licked and kissed it, “Fuck me,” You pleaded into his brusing skin, “Fuck me, my Knight.” You whispered into his ear.
“Awwwwwhhhhh” He moaned out as he slid into you with ease. His head dropped into the crook of your neck as he bucked into you. Your hands roamed under his tunic, dragging your nails against his back. “I can’t leave you again, I can’t-” He babbled, so cunt drunk he could hardly form a sentence.
“Gods, you’re so good-” You moaned out as his cock kept hitting that soft spot inside of you. It made you grip onto his shoulders roughly,
“I am?” He asked sweetly, seemingly not knowing the effect he had on you. His sweetness made you clench hard around him, making him hiss, “You feel better than anything I’d ever felt.” He moaned out, “I could cum right now, i-i-i just need you to cum on me first.” He said straining to keep his control.
“Choke me-” You said trying to hold in a moan, he looked at you with worry, not wanting to hurt you, “It’s okay, I trust you, just please-” You said and he obeyed, pressing down on your throat slightly. Just enough for your pleasure to spike, and your cunt began to spasm around his cock.
You felt your hips bucking against your will. Your heat rose, and your moans intensified. You felt the growing tension in your stomach beginning to snap as your release covered Podrick cock.
As soon as Podrick felt the hot release covering his cock he knew he was about to be spent, “I’m gonna-gonna” He whined as he pulled out and began to use your release as the lubrication he needed to pump his seed out and onto the fallen snow that laid everywhere.
You watched as he came, hard, there was so much of it you felt almost jealous of the snow that received it.
You looked up at Podrick, completely spent and cock drunk, “I almost forgot how marvelous you are at that.”
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NOTE: Ya know when I said this one would eat… I didn’t mean it would be good. I meant he would eat. Any whoooo enjoy. K, love you… xoxo
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