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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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howyouloveyourdragon · 2 years ago

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tldr; thea gets horny over fictional men again

aegon:

He’d immediately go to tear your clothes off like you’re a whore h’s bought from a brothel

this bitch

You push him back and he’ll stare at you in shock, but then calm down

that's right bby put him in his damn place

”You’re mine” he’ll demand against your earlobe “And I’ll make sure the whole castle knows that by the end of this.”

👁👄👁

as for aftercare, he knows nothing of such. He merely gets up, wipes himself off, then lays with you and lets you cuddle close as he strokes your hair

i feel like at that point if you wanted to get up you would have to pry him off of you

honestly, the sex was good but he doesn’t seem to be educated enough. It’ll take a lot of it to get him perfect. ;)

aemond:

that was smooth

He’s a top and would NEVER let you overpower him

pffftttt

where he learned this? God knows, but it feels so good you can’t dwell

he was probably holed up in the library for weeks

kissing down your collar

”You’re gorgeous,” he’ll whisper in a deep and lustful voice. “All of this is mine.”

oh yeah? well im gonna bite you so keep watch bitch

never let yourself forget how feral i am

”say it.”

You reach up to take his eyepatch off and he flinches, catching you off guard

BBY BOY

Jacerys

loml i swear

he just has fun doing romantics rather than sexual things with you

and this is why he's my favourite

he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, but doesn’t seem all that interested in your body

im gonna cry

no, he loves that pretty face of yours

he loves how surprised you get when he places your thighs on his shoulders

oh wow im a fortune teller would you look at that

he LOVES it when you say his full name

👀good cause i love saying it

”Love” “Beautiful” “Pretty” “My goddess” and you definitely feel like a goddess

well i don't mean to brag but

he wants to eat it up and drown in that beautiful tongue of yours

sweet jesus

he’d clean you up and see to it you’re bathed. He doesn’t mind being sweaty and heated, so he doesn’t get in the bath with you no, he instead bathes you like a servant he’s so gentle with his touch, it almost feels ludicrous then, he dries you off and takes one last moment to admire your beauty then, he dresses you. He doesn’t let you do it yourself

just all of this is so yes ily author thank you for blessing our eyes

podrick:

he LIVES to please you

pod bby yes

since he isn’t of royalty he’d probably act on his desires when you show interest

i feel like he's one of those ppl who start whimpering during sex

he’ll pet your thighs and pump his tongue in and out at a steady pace while sucking on your folds and clit

o-oh?

as he’s on top of you he’d softly go “Are you sure?” And wait patiently for your consent

you just know he's a consent king

bran:

A bottom. I will not take criticism.

THANK YOU

He’s shaking as you help him lay comfortably

BAE??

”Rub in circles, Bran,” you’ll whisper, watching as he swallows hard and licks his lips as he works you insanely well, surprising you. You whine and moan softly, his eyes blowing wide and his cheeks blood red.

i don't need to say anything im just gonna leave this right here

he LOVVVES your noises holy shit

i feel like he'd be obsessed like oml

he would be fine doing this and only this the entire time, but is surprised when you move his fingers to your entrance and adjust them, then push them in.

okay hear me out: i get the vibe that he'd get this really wide-eyes and his jaw drops as he justs thrusts them back and forth, borderline drooling

As you strip him from his clothes, he looks adorable while he’s flustered. Shuffling and eyeing your chest once more then your face.

mam im taking him home with me

you’ll reveal his cock, and it’s big. Much bigger than you expected on a man, it’s stands up straight and eager, twitching slightly. He looks HUMILIATED.

JAJSKOWNDW

BIG DICK BRAN LORE????

but you steady to a stop and ride him,

he would be absolutely obsessed you cannot convince me otherwise

robb:

He’s a hard read, but I feel like he’d top you after being a bit unsure about his place in the bedroom

this ^^ i could have an entirely fic dedicated to this i swear

would sacrifice anything to keep you as his

he’d finger you until you can’t function, smiling so wide at just the sight of your desires

this mans i--

dont get me wrong, he LOVES looking at your expressions, but he loves pulling your hair and seeing the way your back arches

he’ll bite. 100% he bites you and will whisper “Such a good girl, my pretty little thing… You’re all mine.” And would grip your ass, groaning softly in your ear

oh so we're both biting feral bitches? good for us

no hesitation or apologies, he cums inside and ENSURES you’re over your limit before he’s done

oh god

he’d then cuddle you so close, promising to love you forever and that he’d never let anyone hurt you, refusing to sleep until you’re sound asleep and he knows you’re safe.

stop why is he so fluffy i want him

Headcanons for Your First Time With Aemond, Aegon, Jacerys, Bran, Robb and Podrick

A/N : I’ve never written a headcanons post before so I have no real promises this will be any good. Please feel free to go to my ask box and recommend some ideas!

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Aegon

Without hesitation I can tell you this man is a switch

He would definitely start off harsh

He’d immediately go to tear your clothes off like you’re a whore h’s bought from a brothel

He looks at you like you’re a fresh piece of meat and he’s been starved for ages, absolutely craving every inch of your skin

You push him back and he’ll stare at you in shock, but then calm down

I’m assuming since you’re reading his you have a “i can fix him” mentality, so you’ve fixed him in this

he feels guilty at first, but you reassure him it’s alright and to be gentle, that you’ve never done this before

at you admitting he’s your first, he starts to rile up again, but is obviously swallowing it down

he’ll lift your dress and slip his hand beneath your undone corset, kissing over that fragile neck and leaving the filthiest bites on your skin

”You’re mine” he’ll demand against your earlobe “And I’ll make sure the whole castle knows that by the end of this.”

He’ll slip his fingers in, working your insides hesitantly. He’s not used to pleasuring someone else, more doing all this for his own pleasure

His movements are sloppy and reckless, but it feels good either way

It’s almost awkward, he stares at you at moments, trying to see if you’re feeling good

eventually you have to take charge of the situation, pushing him onto the sheets and working your way around his body

putting his dick in your mouth, watching as he whines and bucks his hips while panting like a dog in heat

you slip him in, your head tilting back. He mewls in pleasure, sitting up and guiding your hips, you stop him and tell him it hurts.

he listens, something you wouldn’t expect. You smile, petting his white hair and then locking lips with his, your bodies smothering each other as you ride him

you both are noisy, and he starts getting rougher with you, but you don’t seem to mind.

by the end of it all, he’s fucking you senseless until you’re on the verge of losing yourself, making a mess all over him as he does inside of you.

as for aftercare, he knows nothing of such. He merely gets up, wipes himself off, then lays with you and lets you cuddle close as he strokes your hair

honestly, the sex was good but he doesn’t seem to be educated enough. It’ll take a lot of it to get him perfect. ;)

Aemond

He’s a top and would NEVER let you overpower him

The entire experience is like a power trip, he tells you over and over that he owns you, and you believe it

but it took forever to even get him into bed

you’ve been set to wed for quite a while, but he’s so focused on the war and everything else that he won’t pay you ANY attention

and you HATE it

so, when the wedding comes around, you specifically request a bedding ceremony, which pleases his mother after some hesitation

at first he weirdly hesitates in touching you, instead he commands you strip in front of him.

as your corset and gown drop, a sly smile comes to his face as he licks his lips at the sight of your figure

he’ll move over and run his fingers down your stomach and to your lower lips, rubbing in a circle

where he learned this? God knows, but it feels so good you can’t dwell

your legs turn to jelly as he slowly strips himself from his garb, smacking your hand away when you attempt to assist

he’ll lower you on the bed with one arm, kissing down your collar bone and chest, licking over your nipples

”You’re gorgeous,” he’ll whisper in a deep and lustful voice. “All of this is mine.”

he’ll then push inside you without warning, stilling and looking into your eyes forcefully, his eye patch still on

”Isn’t that right.” He’ll growl, thrusting unto you with slow and rough smacks of his waist to your inner thigh

”Come on, baby” he’ll coo, holding your hands down and smiling so sly

”say it.”

you swallow hard then can’t utter any words, it feels amazing, like you were made for this very moment

he slows to a stop and chuckles at your whimpers, shuffling ur hips

”Say. It.”

“I’m yours” you’ll whimper, his smile growing. “I’m yours and yours alone, Aemond.”

You reach up to take his eyepatch off and he flinches, catching you off guard

”I don’t want to scare you,” he suddenly says, making you flush and smile.

”You’re perfect, a scar couldn’t scare me.”

He hesitantly let’s you take off the patch, his sapphire eye now visible. You hold his face and kiss the scar, feeling him twitch inside you at such a gesture.

He starts moving in and out, panting and letting out low grunts but not loud enough for it to trail outside of the room

He’ll grow into a pounding, enjoying pulling your hair and flipping you around like you’re a play thing

He’d degrade you, mixing them with praises and leave red hand prints from smacking your ass and thighs

He’d go for about 2-3 rounds before finishing up inside, and making sure you finished as well.

He’ll then clean you up with extra cloth and even give your cunt a few licks, then kiss you and make you taste both of your juices and the love you made.

then, he’ll arrange a bath and take it with you, not caring to clean up the mess on the sheets, urging a servant to do it for him as he holds you close in the water and says nothing

just rubbing your thigh and kissing over your shoulder with relaxed breathing as you wash his hair and face with peppered kisses between each other

Jacerys

A top. For sure.

he definitely likes to take control after you think you are, another power trip but much gentler

hes also like Aemond with he doesn’t do anything sexual until the bedding ceremony

but not because he’s too busy for you, oh no he’s made SO much time for you

he just has fun doing romantics rather than sexual things with you

every day is a new adventure, you almost forget your desires

but once the bedding ceremony starts, he’s got his hands on you in ways you didn’t think were possible

of course, he starts off slow, taking you from your garb without any haste

he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, but doesn’t seem all that interested in your body

no, he loves that pretty face of yours

he loves the expressions it makes, the noises that come out of those beautiful parted lips

he loves it with so much of his being that he’ll do anything to see those faces

so, he picks you up with a heated kiss and places you against the wall, looking to you eagerly as his kisses trail down. He keeps you up with just those strong arms on your legs

he loves how surprised you get when he places your thighs on his shoulders

oh he definitely knows his way with his tongue too

he’ll know all the right places, looking up to you as his tongue dances on your cunt and inside

he smiles, you can feel it in those lower lips of yours, when you tilt your head back and say his name

he LOVES it when you say his full name

not Jace, but Jacerys

he removes himself just before you can finish, kissing you and making you taste yourself on his tongue

he’ll place you on the bed so gently, his hands feeling over your waist and a giddy grin spread on his face

”You’re all mine,” he’ll whisper, raising a brow. “I want you to remember that. My wife, the barer of my beautiful children.”

unlike Aemond, he sticks to praises and loving terms

”Love” “Beautiful” “Pretty” “My goddess”

and you definitely feel like a goddess

he doesn’t insert just yet, rubbing it on the base of your lower lips and slit

he teases you, but not in painful way

you softly beg him

he loves it, he loves when you speak. Your voice is like honey to him, he wants to eat it up and drown in that beautiful tongue of yours

”Since you asked so nicely, Princess” he’d tease, shoving inside of you before running still and gentle

he def moves his hand down to work the clit. No questions asked.

he’ll kiss you only a few times, not wanting to silence you

he’d work you well. Slow at first, then a steady rhythm. Not too fast, but not insanely slow

he’d leave marks on your chest, in places only he can see

and when you’re done, he’d bury deep inside and let it out

as for aftercare, he’d pick you up once he’s recovered and whisper about how amazing you did

he’d clean you up and see to it you’re bathed. He doesn’t mind being sweaty and heated, so he doesn’t get in the bath with you

no, he instead bathes you like a servant

he’s so gentle with his touch, it almost feels ludicrous

then, he dries you off and takes one last moment to admire your beauty

then, he dresses you. He doesn’t let you do it yourself

he has trouble with it at first, even if it’s just a night garb

But once he’s got you clothed, he’ll take you back to the bedroom and get the sheets changed before holding you close and drifting to sleep after you

Podrick

hear me out, a soft switch

he LIVES to please you

Definitely has mommy issues and a mommy kink

since he isn’t of royalty he’d probably act on his desires when you show interest

he’d definitely only do it when you want to, but that doesn’t stop his tempting gaze

he finds you gorgeous, eyeing you down and smirking slightly to himself as he thinks the nastiest thoughts of you

and oh you love it. So much.

When you finally admit your desires, he’ll ask if he can kiss you

he seems shy at first, gentle with his hands and movements

then, you show eagerness and desire. It drives him crazy

he’ll open your legs and work your cunt with his tongue

he loves. LOVES. When you scream and shake

he’ll pet your thighs and pump his tongue in and out at a steady pace while sucking on your folds and clit

he’d have to hold your legs down as you cum in his mouth, and he loves it

he’d try to get up and leave for a moment, but you stop him and plead for him to lose himself with you

he’s SO hesitant, but then strips from his clothes and gets on top of you

as he’s on top of you he’d softly go “Are you sure?” And wait patiently for your consent

when given, he’ll push in, and the sigh he lets out as his eyes roll back is mesmerizing

he’ll bite his lip, hard, and move slowly in and out, groaning and looking in your eyes, loving the sight of you

your faltering expression gives him confidence as he presses his hand on your clit and works it as he quickens his pace, making you roll your eyes back as well

he’d be too nervous to kiss you, just working you like he’s don’t this a million times over.

he’d cradle you after he busts outside, and finger you until you softly plea him to stop.

he’ll wipe you off and clean himself off, not thinking of bathing, just holding you close and not wanting to lose this moment.

he’ll leave soft marks on your shoulders and chest, obsessed with your breasts, and admire you with so much love

”I love you” he’ll whisper “I hope I can marry you soon.”

Bran

A bottom. I will not take criticism.

he doesn’t know where the clit is, and it’s not necessarily a bad thing. He’s just too inexperienced

When you first present the idea of exploration into sexual territory, he’s hesitant

he’ll look at you with a “me? You want to try with ME?”

When you insist that you want him, he’d flush and kind of pull away

when you ask why he’s so scared, he tells you “I’ve never tried anything like that before.” And then look at you, so lovingly and worrisome “I’m not even sure if *it* works.”

his eyes will widen when you say “There’s only one way to find out.” And he nods then verbalizes consent to trying.

He’s shaking as you help him lay comfortably on the bed, his eyes trailing you. He loves when you tease him.

you sit on his lap and roll your hips as your garb is stripped, and he eagerly reaches for you, but you stop him. He obeys, looking at you with pleading and innocent eyes

his eyes start on only your face, then his thoughts best him. He looks lower, eyeing your chest and sighing, a new hardness under his clothes. Then lower, and he lets out what almost sounds like a pitiful whimper

you’re flushed at his reactions, taking his hand as his gaze snaps to your face with a guilty look. You move his hand and guide it to your clit, where his breath hitches at the wetness below.

he LOVVVES your noises holy shit

and he adores the way your breasts bounce as he pleases you

he would be fine doing this and only this the entire time, but is surprised when you move his fingers to your entrance and adjust them, then push them in.

he keeps them still, then you guide them in and out, his eyes going to your face as you sigh and groan. He moves faster, picking up the movement amazingly.

As you strip him from his clothes, he looks adorable while he’s flustered. Shuffling and eyeing your chest once more then your face.

he does NOT know where to look

you’ll reveal his cock, and it’s big. Much bigger than you expected on a man, it’s stands up straight and eager, twitching slightly. He looks HUMILIATED.

you reassure him, moving to his side and holding his head to your chest, he kisses over your breasts and groans, moving and licking over your nipples. He LOVVVVES this.

you jerk him off, seeing if he feels it. And oh he definitely does.

he grabs you, shuffling and moaning under his breath, it almost doesn’t make you wanna stop

but you steady to a stop and ride him, his eyes rolling back and his breathing heavy and uneven. He holds your waist, moaning your name over and over as you hold his arms and tilt your head back. He sits up all the way and kisses you

he loves how your lips taste, groaning against your mouth and even moving into a sloppy make out to muffle his pathetic whimpers.

he softly tells you he thinks he’s about to burst from the inside and you tell him it’s you being close to cumming. He doesn’t even think about it and without warning bursts inside of you.

hes definitely apologetic after the high wears down, but you shush him and cuddle close, not caring about a cleanup. You just want to be close to him, and he wants the same.

Robb

He’s a hard read, but I feel like he’d top you after being a bit unsure about his place in the bedroom

he’d definitely know where the clit is. I take no criticism.

he’d do it whenever you seem to show a lot of interest in it, and would sacrifice anything to keep you as his

he starts off slow, getting excited at just the sight of the garb sliding down your shoulders

his eyes are EVERYWHERE. At first, your face, in need to feel like he isn’t disrespecting you somehow, but once he sees your body he’s done for

he loves when you pull his hair, especially when you kiss him.

he’d finger you until you can’t function, smiling so wide at just the sight of your desires

he’d never push you into anything, just kissing down your body and leaving love bites all along your skin

he’s OBSESSED with the way your body follows his hands, and how you lean into him with such desire

he’s definitely a doggy style type of boy

dont get me wrong, he LOVES looking at your expressions, but he loves pulling your hair and seeing the way your back arches

he’d start off slow, rolling his hips in a gentle and easy rhythm, but when it’s not enough for you he hastily pounds you into the bed

he’ll bite. 100% he bites you and will whisper “Such a good girl, my pretty little thing… You’re all mine.” And would grip your ass, groaning softly in your ear

no hesitation or apologies, he cums inside and ENSURES you’re over your limit before he’s done

he’d take such good care of you. Washing you off, kissing the sore spots, massaging you, he’d even offer to give you some… “after treatment” with his mouth ;)

def eats you out after too, after he washes you off he goes for another round but only for your pleasure, letting your ride his face

he’ll then wipe you down and pepper you with kisses, dressing you and refusing to let you help

he’d then cuddle you so close, promising to love you forever and that he’d never let anyone hurt you, refusing to sleep until you’re sound asleep and he knows you’re safe.

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skinnywalker · 2 years ago

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Multifandom masterlist

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Stranger things

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tastes like kiwi 🌶

Girls like boys who like boys

Black fem reader

Max

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Male reader

Clicks

Back bumps 🧅

Male reader headcanons

Things are different now

Rest

Eddie

Somebody has a crush

Pt2

Love you

Where you will go pt1

Pt2

it will be ok 🧅

dating eddie as el's brother

Chrissy Cunningham

In the forest pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3

Steve Harrington

God you were such a dick🧅

Billy hargrove

My little dove pt 1🧅

Pt 2🧅

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Karen wheeler

Suburban mom 🌶

Picture prefect

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Supernatural

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Dean

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Sam

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Jack

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The Sandman

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The ruby burns

Humanity's cold arms 🧅

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Death

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Slashers

Lester sinclair

Lester x male reader pt1

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RZ Micheal myers

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Mine after all this time 🌶

Bo sinclair

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Yautja

Puppy tender

Vincent sinclair

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Amanda young

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Thomas Hewitt

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The collector

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Oh Stevie 🌶

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Shuri

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Well hello 🌶

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Harley

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #marvel x male reader #marvel x reader #the sandman x reader #the lost boys x reader #dungeons and dragons honor among thieves #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic

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megsironthrone · 4 years ago

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Dinner

Based off this request: heyy, i think your writing is amazing !! i was wondering if you could do a request for your game of thrones book with Podrick Payne, i know you asked for a story line so i was thinking the reader would be a lannister and the youngest daughter of tywin (but she’s closer to Pod’s age) and she’s know as being the golden child of the lannisters and everyone loves her because she’s super sweet and caring but she’s smart and intelligent like the rest of them. I was thinking that even though everyone loves her she’s really close with tyrion, bronn and Pod and all of them have dinner together as close friends where they aren’t formal and make jokes and enjoy each other’s company but Pod is a blushing mess who stumbles over his words and all that but the reader is confident and it’s all fluffy and heart felt like that, maybe it ends with a kiss or something, i’m not sure i’m not so good with writing !! anyway if you don’t want to write it or can’t get around to it i totally understand just thought i’d ask anyway, i still enjoy your other stories!

Here you are! I love writing awkward fluff. *Familiar Characters are NOT mine!*

Warnings: A little awkwardness, FLUFF! Mentions of alcohol.

Pairings/Characters: Podrick Payne x fem!Lannister reader

There was an odd duck in every family. In House Lannister, it was you. It wasn't that you were really odd. You were just different than the others in your family. You were as intelligent as the rest of your family. You could be cunning and had a strategic mind like them. The difference was how you used your mind. You used it to solve the problems of others instead of searching for power or knowledge. You were sweet and cared about others more than the rest of your family.

That didn't mean they didn't love you. In fact, they did. You were close with many people in the Red Keep, but none more than your older brother Tyrion, his friend Bronn, and his squire Podrick. The four of you had weekly suppers where the wine flowed and the laughter was plenty. They were your favorite times of the week. Especially on nights like tonight.

You weren't drinking as much as Tyrion and Bronn, but that didn't stop them from poking fun at poor Podrick. He drank a little too, but when he drank, he became a blushing and stuttering mess. Well, more of one than he normally was around you. You thought it was utterly adorable and decided to tell him so.

Tyrion and Bronn had both reached the point where they had too much to drink. They were both slumped over the table, snores echoing through the room. You and Podrick sat next to each other where you continued talking and laughing at the two of them. Podrick's cheeks were tinted pink and his brown eyes kept swinging over to you when he thought you weren't looking. It was clear that at least some part of him wanted to forget that outside of your personal spaces, you were a lady and he was a squire. You wanted that too. You wanted Podrick to be yours and only yours. And you had habit of going for what you wanted, consequences be damned.

"What?" you asked him. His cheeks got darker and he mumbled something. You asked again and he said a little louder, "You're beautiful." You felt your own face heat up, but you didn't say anything at first. Despite the fact that you had an idea that Podrick had feelings for you, hearing him say them made you giddy.

"I should go. Lord Tyrion will need me in the morning," he muttered, moving to rise. Your hand moved of its own accord, shooting out to grab Podrick's gently. "Wait. Please." Podrick's eyes met yours. You nearly melted under his gaze when he sat back down. You licked your lips, cheering inside when his eyes instantly darted down to them.

"I think you're beautiful too, Podrick." Podrick laughed and shook his head, but you were adamant. "You are! You're so handsome. And charming. Kind. Witty. You have a beautiful soul, Podrick Payne." You were proud that, in spite of your drinking, you hadn't lost any of you confidence or eloquence.

Podrick merely stared at you for a moment as if he were trying to take in all that you had said. You giggled slightly before reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. It was softer than you had imagined. Podrick practically preened under your touch for a moment before clearing his throat. He gingerly took your hand to remove it from his hair. "My lady-Y/N. T-This isn't right." You arched a brow. "Y-You're a lady. I'm just…just a squire."

"Oh shut it with that. You know I've never cared about that. You mean more to me than just my brother's squire. I love you, Podrick." You both froze. You hadn't meant to say that out loud. Your eyes met again. Podrick's brown irises were swirling with a mix of confusion, surprise, and pure adoration. It gave you the boost you needed to repeat yourself. "I love you." You gripped his hand a little tighter to emphasize that you were serious.

Podrick gave you a sad smile. "I-I thought…I mean, I had hoped that you felt the same. But we can't, Y/N. I mean, my lady." You let out an annoyed sigh. "Podrick, do you love me?" He instantly nodded his head. "Very much." You smiled as you slid a little closer to him. "And I love you. Behind these doors, we aren't Lady Y/N or a squire. We're just Y/N and Podrick, two people who love each other. I want to be with you, Podrick. I don't care what anyone else has to say about it. I want this if you do."

"I do, but-" you cut him off by placing your free hand on his cheek. He nearly stopped breathing, as if his mind couldn't catch up to the fact that you were so close. "No 'buts'. Even if we have to keep it a secret, I want to explore what this is. This is my choice. You are my choice. Am I yours?"

A particularly loud snore caused you to jump, breaking up the staring contest you were having. Podrick took that opportunity to rise and offered his hand to help you up. "We should go." Your heart sank to your feet. You weren't used to this type of heartbreak. As you and Podrick walked down the corridors, you felt unbidden tears pricking your eyes.

Outside your chambers, you tried to run into your room without looking at Podrick. You needed to be away from him. But his hand on your arm stopped you. "Y/N?" You faced him, tears streaming down your face. Podrick frowned. He reached up to dry your tears. His touch was so gentle, it sent a shiver through you. "Don't cry, my Y/N," he whispered.

"How can I not? Y-You don't want to take a chance on us." It was Podrick's turn to look confused before a soft smile made its way to his face. "I didn't get the chance to answer you," he said softly, taking a step closer to you. You were trapped between him and the door to your chambers. He leaned in closer to lean his forehead on yours.

"You are my choice, Y/N. You will always be my choice." He placed a feather-light kiss to your forehead and then to your cheek. "Podrick?" He hummed in response. "Come inside?" His eyes widened comically, making you giggle in the dark, empty corridor. "Nothing like that. Although, I would like to experience what Baelish's girls did some day, I just…I just want you to hold me for now."

Podrick grinned and nodded, prompting you to open your chamber door. Not wanting him to be uncomfortable, you kept your dress on as you pulled him toward your bed. As soon as you were lying down, he wrapped his arms around you. You felt his lips on the top of your head. "I love you," he breathed out. His breath tickled and made another shiver run down your spine.

You looked up at him. "I love you, too." The hand that wasn't wrapped around you came up to cup your cheek. He lightly ran his thumb across your skin. You couldn't pull your eyes away from his even if you wanted to. The only time you did was when closed them as your lips finally met for the first time. And when they did, you weren't sure you'd ever want to stop.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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beautifultypewriter · 5 years ago

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Stark Girl ~ Podrick Payne ~ Part Four

Requested: No

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1,699

Pairing: Podrick Payne x fem!stark!reader

Summary: Podrick has a very important question for the reader, but he must speak to the King in the North first.

A/N: You know what I realized about this series? Each part can be read on its own without confusion. Also I’m not going to lie, this is my favorite part of Stark Girl. I got a little emotional when I was writing it. I just love Podrick so much. Also I want to apologize for the last like 3 fics being centered on marriage. I guess I’m just in a mood. Send me some requests!

Things in Winterfell had been running smoothly since Jon Snow had been named King in the North by the other northern lords. He was still easing into the role with help from both of his sisters. When you weren’t busy helping your brother, you were with Podrick. Most of the time you two were out in the open, walking through Winterfell together or dining in the main hall, so you had to keep a proper distance and expectations of what the relationship between a squire and lady should be. It didn’t stop you from smiling at him though. Your eyes would light up when you looked at him and his heart beat wildly as every secret you ever shared passed silently between you with a smile. He wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world, but he knew he wanted more. He also knew that it was very unlikely that he would ever be allowed to have more. Because while his love for you grew every day, he was sure that the people around you wouldn’t look at your potential relationship as favorable. He knew what he was and what his place in the world was. His place was not beside someone like Y/N Stark. You were essentially a princess now and princesses don’t marry squires. Still, all he had ever done was love and protect you and shouldn’t that be enough? It was the never-ending battle that waged itself in Pod’s head every night. He knew that you didn’t belong together, but he hoped that he could convince everyone else otherwise.

So he found himself pacing in front of the wooden doors leading to the solar where Jon Snow sat, likely devising battle plans or designing new defenses for the north. Podrick knew that he needed to discuss his intent to marry you with your family first and since your father and older brother were gone, he figured that your bastard brother would be the next one to go to. Also, knowing that if there was anyone in this world that knew about rising above their station, it was Jon Snow, did bring Podrick some comfort. He stopped pacing and turned to the door. Taking a deep breath, he reached up and knocked twice on the solid oak, waiting patiently for a voice to call out and tell him to enter. As soon as he heard it, he pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Jon Snow was stood in front of the desk, looking over various scrolls and other papers, but he turned upon Podrick’s entry. He wasn’t alone as Podrick had hoped he would be. Ser Davos Seaworth was standing on the other side of the desk and he looked up at Podrick when the door closed. He tried not to let the extra person deter him as he cleared his throat, “Your grace, I don’t mean to interrupt your work, but I wondered if I’d be able to speak with you.” He bowed his head and he heard the king sigh.

When he looked up, Jon was nodding at him, though he looked uncomfortable with the formalities, “You’re Lady Brienne’s squire, Podrick, right?”

Podrick nodded, “Yes, your grace, I helped her on her quest to find and protect your sisters.”

Jon was halfway turned back to the desk, “I thank you for protecting them. Y/N and Sansa have great respect and trust for you and your lady. What is it that you wanted to discuss?” Podrick could feel the nerves settling in his stomach.

He clasped his hands behind his back, “It actually concerns Y/N.”

Jon had dropped the scroll onto the desk, and he took two quick strides forward, “Is she alright?”

Podrick nodded frantically, “Yes, she’s fine.” Jon visibly relaxed, but Podrick was still on edge, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” The king only shook his head and motioned for the squire to continue. Pod took a steadying breath and looked around the room. Both men were staring at him, Jon with a curious expression and Ser Davos with a knowing one. It was like he knew exactly what was going on in Pod’s mind and it only served to make him more nervous. He looked away from the Onion Knight and back to the King in the North, “I love your sister very much.” Jon looked surprised, but Pod kept talking, “I know I’m not a lord or a knight and I’m not worthy of her affection, but she has given it to me. It has been the greatest privilege of my life to love Y/N and be loved by her and now…now I want to be her husband.” Podrick couldn’t stop himself and as no one else was going to halt his rambling, he kept going, “I don’t come from a great house and I know I may not deserve to call Y/N Stark my wife, but I can promise that no harm would ever come to her and she would never feel alone or unloved.” As his speech winded down, the room fell into silence. Jon was staring at him with furrowed brows and Ser Davos was smiling to himself, evidently, he found Podrick pouring his heart out to be amusing. Podrick however was no where near amused and the longer the silence stretched on, the redder the tips of his ears became. Finally, Jon seemed to gain control of his mind as his expression relaxed and he took a breath.

Clicking his jaw, the King in the North stared at Podrick, “You said my sister loves you?”

Podrick nodded and despite his throat feeling quite dry, he managed a response, “Yes, your grace, I did say that.”

Jon nodded, “Well if that is true and she wishes to take you as her husband then I see no reason why you shouldn’t be wed.” Podrick stood still, his back stiff and his arms tense at his sides. Had he heard what he thought he did? He stared back at Jon who had allowed a small smile to form on his lips. Podrick stayed where he was, his mouth opening and closing with no indication that words would find him anytime soon. Ser Davos chuckled quietly, but it was enough to break the squire from his reverie.

He looked all around before his eyes landed on Jon again, “Thank you. I…I um,” he spun slightly in his spot, not knowing what he should do now.

Jon’s smile got wider, “You should go speak to Y/N now.”

Podrick grinned at the mention of your name, “Yes,” he looked at Jon again, “Yes, thank you.” Then he was out the door and bounding down the empty corridor in search of his future bride. Podrick knew that you would be with your sister, checking on Winterfell’s needs, so he made his way out to the courtyard, hoping you were out speaking with the people. He stumbled every so often, his pace too quick for his mind; his mind that was still reeling from his talk with Jon. As Podrick made it to the courtyard, it didn’t take him long to spot the two Stark sisters, standing side by side. His grin widened as he saw you laugh at some joke you had made to cheer your sister up. He moved quickly towards you, weaving between the crowd of people that were working. As he drew nearer to you, you turned, and your eyes softened as they landed on him. He stopped right in front of you, his smile still intact.

You nodded to him, “Hello Podrick.” He wanted this to be romantic, he really did, but seeing you there and knowing what he did, his brain short circuited and he leaned down and kissed you. He kissed you as your sister stared on in amused shock and some of the others around you stared in confusion and surprise. You pulled back quickly with wide eyes, your hand on his chest, “Podrick, what are you doing?” You looked around at the faces of everyone who had just seen this large slip-up.

Podrick only shook his head, “My apologies, my lady, but I’ve just been to speak with your brother.”

You looked at him confused, “My brother?”

He nodded, still grinning, “Yes, will you walk with me?” He held his arm out and you looked back to your younger sister. Sansa smiled and nodded to you, so you turned back and took Podrick’s arm. He led you away from the prying eyes of everyone in the courtyard and towards the glass garden. You walked together in silence, not wanting to be overheard by the people you were passing, but as soon as you two were alone within the glass walls of the garden, Podrick was kissing you again. You kissed him back quickly before pulling away.

“What’s gotten into you?”

Podrick grinned as he took both of your gloved hands in his own, “I’ve been to speak with your brother.”

You giggled, “Yes, you said that already.” Podrick’s ears turned red and you giggled again, “What did you two speak about?”

“About you.”

You were taken aback, “Me?”

Podrick nodded as he pulled you closer to himself, “Yes, about how much I love you.” His ears were burning brightly now, and you could feel your own blush forming on your cheeks. Podrick was becoming more nervous as he thought about what he was about to do. You could see the uncertainty seeping into his eyes, so you smiled gently and squeezed his hands. Podrick smiled down at you, “My lady, Y/N, will you do me the greatest honor and be my wife?” Your smile dropped and your eyes flew open. Podrick fidgeted as you replayed his words in your mind, making sure you had heard him correctly. Then you were smiling again, and your lips were on his. Podrick kissed you back with the same amount of passion and intensity before you were pulling away again.

Brushing your nose against Podrick’s, you smiled at him, “Yes, of course.” He stared into your eyes as he released your hands and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into another loving kiss.

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lily-is-writing · 8 years ago

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Masterlist

The Walking Dead:

Interrupted (Tara x Fem!Reader x Eugene) (Oneshot) [NSFW]

Biting The Bullet (Mentioned Negan x Reader) (Oneshot)

Headcanons: Polyamorous Relationship with Tara and Denise [NSFW]

Comfort (Negan x Reader) [NSFW]

Prompt #32 with Merle Dixon “You’re Blushing”

Prompt #42 with Merle Dixon “I’m pregnant”

Prompt #7 with Merle Dixon ”I hate how much I love you”

Prompt #29 with Merle Dixon “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”

Distracting Kiss with Merle Dixon

Inseparable (Tara Chambler x Reader) (Oneshot)

The Lost Boys (1987):

Be One Of Us (David x Reader) (Oneshot)

Headcanons: Being David’s Girlfriend [NSFW]

Passion (A Lost Boys x Reader) (Oneshot) [NSFW]

Marvel:

Honey I’m Home (Deadpool x Reader) (Oneshot) [NSFW]

Prompt #24 with Deadpool “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

Prompt #32 with Deadpool “You’re blushing”

Prompt #31 with Deadpool “Stop biting that fucking lip”

Happy Birthday (Kurt Wagner x Reader) (Oneshot) [NSFW]

Morning Bliss (Kurt Wagner x Reader) (Oneshot) [NSFW]

Game Of Thrones:

Headcanons: Being Yara Greyjoy’s Girlfriend [NSFW]

Prompt #21 with Sandor Clegane “Why are you so nice to me”

Prompt #12 with Brienne of Tarth “I am completely capable of taking care of myself”

Prompt #34 with Yara Greyjoy “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

Headcanons: Passionate sex with Sandor Clegane would include [NSFW]

Dropping The Act (Yara Greyjoy x Reader) (drabble/oneshot)

Prompt #36 with Brienne of Tarth “Is that my shirt?”

Something New (Brienne of Tarth x Reader) (Oneshot) [NSFW]

Distracting Kiss with Brienne of Tarth

Hesitant Kiss with Yara Greyjoy

A Healer (Sandor Clegane x Reader) (Oneshot)

Guarantee (Brienne x Reader) (Drabble)

Headcanons: How Sandor Clegane acts around his crush

Headcanons: What Sandor Clegane does in his spare time

Headcanons: Podrick trying to set you and Brienne up

Headcanons: Taking Care of Theon (PTSD + ABUSE mentions)

Headcanons: Petyr Baelish being in (actually) love with you

Headcanons: Losing your virginity to Sandor Clegane [NSFW]

Headcanons: Comforting Brienne of Tarth

Headcanons: Podrick Payne falling for you

Headcanons: Sandor Clegane discovering you are Pregnant

Esteem (Yara Greyjoy x Reader)

Headcanons: Falling in love with Dolorous Edd

Headcanons: Sansa Stark falling for you

Headcanons: Being Married To Petyr Baelish [NSFW MENTION]

The Hobbit:

Prompt #21 with Thranduil “I think you are just afraid to be happy” [NSFW]

Dark!YouTubers:

A Glitching Nightmare (Antisepticeye x Reader) (Oneshot)

Breathtaking Kiss with Darkiplier

Immaculate (Darkiplier x Reader) (Oneshot)

I Missed You (Antisepticeye x Reader) (Oneshot) [NSFW]

In The Moment Kiss with Darkiplier

Headcanons: Antisepticeye With A Baker S/O

To Make You Smile (The Host x Reader) (Oneshot)

Headcanons: Being Bingsepticeye’s Partner

Headcanons: Being Dark and Anti’s Short Partner

Headcanons: Being Natemare’s Partner [NSFW]

Headcanons: A Food Fight With Antisepticeye

Headcanons: Dark and Anti with an S/O who likes Thigh Highs [NSFW]

Headcanons: Darkiplier with an S/O who loves Storms

Headcanons: Darkiplier with a figure skater S/O

Headcanons: Natemare with a short S/O

NSFW Headcanons: Antisepticeye

What’s The Matter (Antisepticeye x reader drabble)

Headcanons: Darkiplier with an avid reader S/O

Headcanons: Antisepticeye falling for you

Enticed (A Darkiplier and Antisepticeye x Reader) [NSFW]

Headcanons: Natemare with an S/O who wears Thigh Highs [NSFW]

NSFW Headcanons: Darkiplier

Headcanons: Dark with an S/O who loves to draw

Headcanons: Darkiplier with a Mermaid* S/O

Headcanons: Anti with an S/O who gets sick easily

Headcanons: How Darkiplier helps his S/O when they have their period

Headcanons: Darkiplier with a Musically Expressive S/O

Headcanons: Googliplier with a randomly factual S/O

Headcanons: Natemare with a person who hums, sings and dances

Headcanons: Darkiplier helping his S/O through panic attacks

Laughter (Antisepticeye x reader)

Like a Siren (Antisepticeye x reader)

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Sugar & Violence

Podrick Payne x reader

+:✿ Chapter 5 ✿:+ : To The Wall

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CW: afab reader, MDNI, pining, queer unresolved romantic tension, unspoken confession, threats of violence, misogyny, mention of violence, mention of alcohol consumption, mention of NSFW themes.

Word Count: 4.9k

It had been a few days since Joffrey's murder.

You had spent those days locked in your chamber for the entirety of those two days. You spent it laying about and hoping that Podrick had received your orders and followed them.

How silly of you, you thought. Laying about thinking of a man, worrying about a man. How dreadfully pathetic.

You hoped that the news of Joffrey's murder traveled North to your family. Your cousin, and your father. You hoped they heard it, it would satisfy them at least.

But mostly you thought of Podrick. What he said before he left, he “wanted to marry you”. What would that have looked like? ‘(Y/N) Payne’, it sounded right to you, felt like bliss. You imagined he and you back on the Island. There’d be no need to sneak and hide, you could sleep in the same bed and sleep til the late morning without fearing anyone would catch you.

Maybe you’d even carry a babe in your belly…

Look at you, a silly girl twirling her hair thinking of boys as you laid on your bed. Now wasn’t the time for that, no now was the time to do everything you could to get back to him.

Just as you thought it, a guard holding a tray of food entered your chambers. “Supper time, bear bitch.” He said about sliding your tray across the floor.

“Wait,” You called out as you sat up on your bed.

“You aint got nothing I wanna hear.” He said pushing your tray across the floor.

You walked towards him, your hand trailing down the cleavage exposed from your dress. “I might have something you want to feel.” Your seductive facade was clearly working as the man closed the door behind him. “It’s been awfully lonely in this room, relieving myself on my pillows simply won’t do.” You whined as you trailed your other hand down his chest.

He looked around the room to make sure he wasn’t being set up, “You any good at it?” The man smirked,

“Better than any whore in any brothel. And cheaper too, infact I won’t cost a thing.” You batted your eyelashes and faked a giggle.

He cupped your chin, “How about your mouth?” You took his thumb and sucked on it, the man groaned “Hells, alright then get on with it-”

You immediately stopped and looked at him, your facade dropping, “Oh but for that you’ll need to help me with one thing.”

The man groaned and whined about it but eventually gave in. After all, he was already half way hard.

You made him smuggle you down to the dungeons in a dark cloak. Down to the cells where they kept your lover's former Lord.

As you stepped inside the dungeon cell you removed your hooded cloak.

“I must speak with you.” You spoke with intention and direct purpose.

“Not very smart of you. You were accused just as I was.” He was clearly upset, being locked away in a dungeon does not tend to bring out the best in people.

“I am to be released soon enough.” You were already growing annoyed by the way this conversation was going.

“Not quite. You’re still in King's Landing.” He was right of course “Besides if two accused come together as one person might talk. ‘What other King will they kill?’” He spoke in a mocking tone.

“I didn’t kill a king. Why would I risk my Lady’s position?” You should have, but at that point, your attention was solely focused on keeping you and Podrick together. Maybe you were being selfish.

“Because by letting her marry him, you’d be risking her life.” You felt a comfort in knowing someone else knew and recognized his cruelty. Most were too scared to express it.

You looked down and rationalized, “She is a woman grown. Capable of deciding her own path. As are you.” You looked back at him, ready to return the accusation, “Joffrey was quite cruel towards you.”

“As he was to most.”

“Especially you.” You said stepping closer to him, “No one would have blamed you for it.”

“Oh but they could.” He said, holding up his hands in chains.

You shook your head, “I’ve not come here to argue with you.”

“What did you come for? And how did you? The guard-“

You interrupted, knowing your time was limited, “I told him I’d suck his cock if he let me in.”

He chuckled “Not quite faithful to our mutual friend are you?” he said with a raised eyebrow.

“How do you-“

He interrupted you, “Please, I am not blind. Love comes from the eyes. I could see it in him and you whenever you found one another.” His gaze was softer, as if he knew how dear you were to Podrick. He shrugged, “That and I've seen him shuffling out of your chambers in the early morning.”

“I’m not going to suck the guard's cock.” You shook your head and looked down almost ashamed you’d even told him that you would. You knew you wouldn’t, ever. “Once I leave here, I’m going to tell him if he doesn’t forget it happened I'll tell the queen he let me out, and I’ve a witness now.” You said looking at him.

“You are smart.” He nodded,

“I'm terrified.” Your eyes focused on him, “Never been terrified before. But I am… now.” You huffed, “Not even for me. Cersei could throw me in here for a hundred years and I'd be content as long as I know I did what I could to free him from this place.” Your words were much more sweet and sincere than Tyrion would have expected.

He looked confused, “A squire. A loyal one I will give him that. But a girl of an honorable house name… picks a squire, I don’t understand.”

“it’s not meant for you to understand.” You said defensively, then you sat on a crate that was in the room, you looked down and smiled, “He was kind. The only kind man I'd ever known. His kindness was pure of any ambition or desire. He was kind to me because he wanted to be. Even when he saw me being unpleasant and harsh… He still was kind to me.” You finished sounding sorrowful almost.

“He was a good lad.” He nodded, his face was one of understanding.

“He is. And right now all I am concerned about is where he is going?” Your voice was quiet and soft.

“You think I know?” His cynical facade, still hanging on.

“You owe him your life. Of course you know.” Your eyes looked desperate, and Tyrion could see it.

He looked down, “My brother Jamie has sent him to squire Brienne of Tarth. That’s all that I know.”

“I can work with that.” You smiled slightly.

As your conversation with Tyrion was coming to a close the dungeon door opened.

“Alright birdie, your times up with the imp. And your time with me is about to start.” The man was grinning ear to ear, it made Tyrion wince.

You didn’t look at the man at all, not acknowledging his existence at all “Thank you.” You said to Tyrion before you stood and turned to the man in the doorway. “I’m not touching you and if you so much as whine I will tear your pathetic excuse of a cock off and stuff it in your mouth so that you cannot speak when the queen questions why you let someone accused of murdering her son out of her chamber and into the cell of another accused murder.” Your voice was deep and venomous.

Tyrion cracked a smile as the man stood there processing what you’d said.

One he did after a few moments of silence he took you by your arm and dragged you back to your chambers, huffing and puffing like a child the whole way.

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A few days earlier,

Just as Tyrion had said Jamie assigned Podrick to Brienne to aid her in her quest to find the Stark sisters and bring them to safety.

Podrick was heartbroken without you, and without the certainty that he’d find you anytime soon. However his one solace was that he was to serve the very woman that had inspired such happiness in you. When you saw her you saw a bit of yourself in her. You saw a great warrior and someone worth something. Podrick was proud to serve such a Lady.

“I don’t need a squire.” Brienne said annoyed that one was even being pushed onto her.

“Of course you do.” Jaime said

Brienne’s annoyance only escalated, “He’ll slow me down.”

“My brother owes him a debt, he’s not safe here. You’re keeping him from harm. It’s chivalry.” Jamie smiled at her annoyance.

Podrick felt the need to interject, “I won’t slow you down, ser–” Brienne looked at him with daggers in her eyes and Jamie looked at him like he was mad, “My lady…” He attempted to correct his mistake. “I promise I’ll serve you well.” He nodded,

“See? He’s a good Lad. You’ll get along.” Jamie said, patting him on the back.

As their journey began Podrick realized two things. Firstly he did not learn anything in Lord Tyrion's service. Especially how to ride a horse,

“Come on move,” Podrick said to his brown horse, trying to get it to comply with his directions that he clearly did not know how to give.

Brienne looked over at him with irritation, “Didn’t they teach you how to ride a horse?” she questioned.

He continued to struggle with his reigns, “Yes, my Lady when I was young. There wasn’t much call for Lord Tyrion, though. He preferred litters.”

“Perhaps you should have stayed with him.” She said clearly unsatisfied with Jamie’s ‘gift’ “It’s not going to be a pleasant journey for you. It could take weeks to get to the wall, depending on the weather.”

His horse made its own way off the path and back on it again at its own leisure. “That’s a long way off,” He said, hiding his slight excitement as best he could. If they were going to the wall there was a chance he’d see you if you did as you said and escaped. Or at least he could try to convince your father to send aid.

“Well Lady Sansa's brother is at Castle Black. If I were her that’s where I’d go.” She looked back at Podrick again, rolling her eyes, “Feel free to stop at any point.”

“Never, my Lady. I am your squire.” he attempted to say it with conviction but his constant struggle made his tone waver.

“I’ve made it this far in the world without a squire. Don’t see why I need one now.”

“All knights have squires, my Lady.”

“I’m not a knight. And I’m not a slaver, either. I don’t own you.”

“I swore an oath, my Lady.” His conviction was strong.

“I am releasing you from that oath.” She looked back at him, noticing he was still there, “That means you can leave.”

“I know.”

“What do you think will happen if you leave?” She raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious why someone would want to stay with her.

“They’ll say I wasn’t a very good squire.” The truth was the past hour proved to him that he couldn’t make it out here on his own. And if he were going to find you he would need to learn to stand on his two feet first.

The second thing he had learned however, was how similar you and Brienne were. Though of course he preferred you to her. She was direct, stubborn, and clearly loyal.

It made him more inclined to tolerate her words.

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A day after your meeting with Tyrion, Margaery had snuck into your chamber as she often did now. You begged her to find more information about where Podrick might have gone, the next day she'd already found an answer to your question.

“Podrick left with Brienne of Tarth. Jamie Lannister commanded him to squire for her, aid her efforts to find Sansa Stark.” Her words were heavy as if she’d known something you didn’t.

“What is it?” You asked,

“I am to tell you that you may resume your duties as my lady.” Your eyes lit up and hers darkened, “You have been cleared as a suspect.” She said, once again her voice and her face did not match the happiness of the news you’d received. “I found these last night.” She handed you clothing and armor, you recognized it. It was the very same armor that you’d arrived in Kings Landing with. Not your best armor but you took it, happily.

“Thank you. Thank you for what you’ve done for me, Margaery.” You said sincerely, smiling at her.

“So you are leaving me?” She asked,

You looked confused, she must've known it was coming, “I must. There’s nothing left here for me.” You said, your brows furrowed.

“There’s me. Your dearest friend.” She held onto your hand with a tight grip.

“Margaery, Pod-” You began to explain but she interrupted.

“My last two husbands were murdered. I could have run to the high garden but I didn't.”

“You’ve a goal, and I’ve mine.” You tried to reason with her.

She shook her head as if she were shaking away her thoughts from it, “I know. I know. Love.” She said as if the word were a silly concept, something foreign. “I just wish you’d choose me.”

You leaned into her, “This place is not safe. for me or for you for that matter. You should leave, marry someone who you love.” You tried to have her see reason.

She shook her head, looking at you with eyes filled with an emotion you did not understand. “I can’t marry someone I love.” she looked down at her hand hold yours then back into your eyes, “I am going to be the Queen.”

You nodded, she had made her choice and you made yours, “And I cannot always be your lady- Handmaiden.”

“Why not?” You were about to open your mouth to explain but she stopped you, forcing a false smile. “You are right. It’s best we leave our girlhood behind us and realize we’ve stepped into our womanhood. Silly dreams and feelings cannot hold such weight. But, for whatever it may be worth, however little. I enjoyed the time," She held your hand even tighter, "The time we spent laughing.” You smiled at her, you understood now. But still, I could not give her what she wanted. “The Guards by the stables leave it unattended for a few minutes each night, when the moon is highest. That’s your best chance.” She said, slightly tearing up.

“Goodbye, and thank you.” You said, smiling warmly attempting to not cry.

“Goodbye, and thank you.” She repeated back to you.

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You did as she said and you left that night.

You stole a Lannister horse, being sure to remove its colors and saddle from it but that meant you’d have to ride it bare. ‘They hang horse thieves,’ you thought. So you were sure to steal a sword while you at it.

You had been riding quite a long time, didn’t know how long even but you knew the sun had come and gone a few times, and now were quite hungry. You found a nearby inn. You knew that eventually they’d throw their left overs out in the back eventually.

As you hanged around the back you let your new horse drink from a creek.

“Hello, there.” You heard behind you, you turned around and saw a short and stout boy.

“Hello…” You said with narrow eyes and a furrow brow.

“You want to come in? It’s much warmer inside, there’s ale, water, kidney pie-” You could tell he was a talker and cut him off before he could keep going.

“I don’t have any money.” You shook your head, “Just watering the horse, I’ll be on my way.” You said looking back at your horse.

“Your armor is quite nice, are you a Knight?” The boy continued to question you,

“Women cannot be knights.” You said not looking back at him.

“What's the bear for?” He asked innocently,

You thought for a moment, you couldn’t admit who you were, “House Brune of the CrownLands.”

“Looks like a Mormont sigil.” He said,

You shook your head, “They’re loyal to the traitors from Winterhell.” You were good at lying, but somehow you couldn’t quite say that without your voice wavering.

“It is a Mormont sigil, isn’t it?” He said. You thought you’d been found out by someone loyal to the crown. So naturally you took hold of your sword's handle, “I didn’t mean to offend!” He said, raising his hands. You couldn’t bring yourself to escalate the situation anymore than that.

You took your hand away from your sword, satisfied he wasn’t a threat. You turned back to the horse once again.“Just let me be on my way.”

“You’re a long way out from the North.” He said concerned, and you didn’t respond. “You want a hot meal?” He asked kindly.

You looked at him, your eyes a bit softer now. “I told you I don’t have any money.”

He shrugged, “I am happy to give it.” He looked around to make sure no one else could hear him say whatever he was going to, “Starks need a loyal ally.” You nodded and he went back into the Inn for a few minutes before returning with food wrapped in a cloth.

“Thank you.” You nodded at him as you took the food.

“What was your name?”

You thought for a moment, then deciding you could tell him. It was the least you could do. “(Y/N) Mormont.”

“I knew I was right.” He said with a smile. You smiled back as you ate the pastry.

The two of you talked, or more like he talked at you for some time and you went on your way.

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Little did you know that a mere few hours later Podrick and Brienne would be stopping into that very same place.

As Brienne and Podrick sat at a table. She dug into the pie in front of her “A bit of comfort never hurt anyone. We’ve been sleeping in ditches. I think we can treat ourselves with a featherbed for the night and a hot meal not cooked by you.” She said,

“Couldn’t agree more, my Lady.” Podrick said defeatedly as he drank the ale in his cup.

“Just don’t expect silk underclothes. Not working for your former lord anymore.”

“Yes, my Lady.” He began to drink even more of his ale,

Brienne took his cup away, “Don’t get drunk,” she snapped at him.

“No, my Lady.” He submitted,

That very same short and stout boy began talking to Brienne the very same way as he did you.

“That’s nice armor, are you a Knight?” He asked innocently.

“No.” She was frustrated by the assumption.

“Oh it’s just people with nice armor are usually knights. Generally speaking. Funny enough I saw another Lady in armor, she wasn’t from around here there. From King’s Landing though, aren’t you?” Brienne looked at him with disdain and Podrick looked at him uncomfortably. “From there myself originally, flea bottom born and bred.” He continued, “What brings you to these parts?”

“We’re looking for someone. A girl, tall, red hair, very pretty. Her name is Sansa Stark.” Brienne got directly to the point. Podrick looked at her empathically, but concerned.

“Stark? What like them lot from Winterhell? Ain't seen anyone like that. Them lot are traitors. No room for traitors in here.” He feigned his loyalty to the crown as he picked himself up and left Brienne and Podrick on their own.

Podrick found it difficult to hear such things about a place you were so loyal to.

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As Brienne and Podrick left the inn, Brienne noticed Podrick’s worried look as he readied their horses.

“What?” She asked devoid of any emotion.

“It’s nothing, my lady.” He shook his head,

“You wouldn’t screw your face up if it was nothing.”

“Don’t want to offend, my lady. Truly I don’t”

“You’re not interesting enough to be offensive.”

“The Lannisters want Lady Sansa. The Lannisters have money. People kill for money. I don’t think that we should be telling people about us trying to find Lady Sansa.”

“My lady, My Lord.” He got the attention of Pod and Brienne, “You seem like a proper lady, someone who can be trusted… I don’t know a Sansa Stark. But I know her sister, Arya.”

Brienne furrowed her brow, "No one's seen Arya Stark since her father was beheaded. She's presumed dead."

"She weren't when I last spoke to her...heading up north with the Night's Watch. She was all dressed up as a boy...going by the name Arry. "

Her interest peaked, "So what happened to her? The quick version."

"The Lannisters took us prisoner. We escaped. The Brotherhood took us prisoner. They 'sold' me to the innkeep. They were gonna sell Arya to her mother at Riverrun, along with another prisoner: big ugly fellow, foul mouth and a face like a half-burnt ham. Not friendly." He shook his head,

“Thank you,” Brienne said,

“You know it’s funny, It’s not everyday you meet a Lady in armor. And it’s not everyday you meet two in one day.” He said, Pod and Brienne losing interest quickly, “And this one was a lot like you too, My Lady. Not very friendly at first,” Brienne looked at him, “Meaning no offense. But once I found out she was a Mormont she was pleasant enough.” Podrick looked at him as if lighten had struck him, Brienne noticed and looked at him strangely,

“What’d she look like?” He asked, Brienne looking at him even stranger.

The boy described you, exactly, there was no mistake.

“Did she say where she was going?” Podrick continued to press him uncharacteristically

“No, my Lord. I asked and she wouldn’t say.” He said,

Podrick looked defeated and went back to reading the horse, but Brienne kept her eyes on him, curious as to what that meant to him.

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On your long journey you stumbled into a camp, but not any camp. You could tell just by looking at the boys that they were Knights Watch recruits.

This had to have been a sign from the Gods. Safer passage North and saver passage to your father. As you rode up you were eyeballed by all the new recruits, unfamiliar with who you were.

“Hello pretty girl,” A man said,

“Bring me, Yoren.” You spoke confidently and coldy.

“Now is that a sweet way to ask?” The same man asked a shorter man beside him.

“No, not sweet at all.” The short man said.

A younger man with short hair behind them spoke up, “She’s wearing Mormont armor.”

You sat up tall on your horse, “My father is Jeor Mormont. I am (Y/N) Mormont. Now bring me Yoren.” You reasserted,

“Yes, My Lady.” The short man said before rushing to find him.

Soon enough Yoren was with helding you and dismounting your horse. “Lady Mormont.” He said happily enough for such a grumpy old man. He had known you since you were born.

“Yoren.” You said with a smile,

“What can we offer ye?” His arms crossed and his eyes softened towards you,

You sighed knowing he’d not want what you were going to propose, “I want to go to the wall. To Castle Black.” You nodded.

“Well, I think you know better than anyone that a lady can not join the Knights watch.” He teased,

“I’m not looking to join it. I am looking for my father.”

His tone shifted slightly to a deeper one, “It’s unusual, and dangerous road, that's for sure.” He sighed and looked down, then back at you, “But your father would bury me deep in the ground if I didn’t.” He smirked,

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Weeks had passed. Pod and Brienne’s journey was taking a hard turn. Everything had gone wrong.

They’d found Arya like the boy at the Inn said, but when Brienne fought the Hound for Arya they’d lost her. She didn’t want the protection to begin with, the entire thing hurt and frustrated Brienne more than she knew to describe.

So naturally she took it out on Podrick.

“Will we head North at some point?” Podrick asked about setting up camp, “You said Sansa had a brother at Castle Black. We’re a few days' ride from the kings road. It’ll take us-”

“Us?” Brienne asked, her voice devoid of all emotion, “The only reason you’re here is because Jaime Lannister told me you weren’t safe in the Capital.” Podrick stood still, unsure of what to do or say, “You’re hundreds of miles from King’s Landing.” She said removing her armor. “No one knows what you look like, no one cares. You’re safe.”

“But I am your squire.” He couldn’t let his opportunity go, to prove himself to himself, and to you.

“Do you even know what a squire is?” She looked at him with a look of contempt.

“An attendant to a knight?” He looked confused,

“I’m not a knight, that means you’re not a squire.”

“Well where will I go?”

“I don’t care, I'm not your mother.” She practically spat her words at him,

“You swore to find the Stark girls.”

“I found Arya. She didn’t want my protection.”

“Sansa still might.” He attempted to calm her,

“Will you shut your mouth?” She snapped at him, “I didn’t ask for your advice. I don't want you to follow me because I’m not a leader. All I ever wanted was to fight for a lord I believed in. The ones are dead and the rest are monsters.” She scowled as she looked off into the distance and then looked back at Podrick, “And all your lords, they’ve all been so kind to you.” She stood and walked away, “All except me,” She took a breath and looked back at him, “I’m sorry you have to squire such a nasty person.”

“That girl he talked about in the Inn. I knew her well. She met you once, and couldn't stop talking about you.” He continued to set up camp, “I’m not sorry. You’re the best fighter I’ve ever seen. You beat the hound. I am proud to be your squire.”

She looked at him, “I’m sorry I am always snapping at you.”

“If you didn’t snap at me I wouldn’t learn anything.” He said with a strange optimism,

“You want to be a Knight, Pod?”

He looked at her, his eyes filled with excitement “Yes.”

She nodded and sat down, pointed to the armor she wanted him to take off of her, “Starting tomorrow, we’ll train with a sword twice a day. Before we ride in the morning and after you make camp in the evening. And I am going to show you how to ride properly.” He finished taking off her armor for her, “I can’t knight you, but I can teach you to fight.”

“I suppose that’s more important.” He smiled ear to ear. “You weren’t a knight, but you were a Kingsgaurd to Renly Baratheon, weren’t you?” He questioned, genuinely curious.

“I was.” She said,

“Lord Tyrion said he was a good man.”

“He was.” You could hear her grief,

“How did you end up serving Renly?” Podrick asked as he sat beside her.

Brienne hesitated for a moment but began her story, “When I was a girl my father held a ball. I was his only living child so he wanted to make a good match for me. I didn’t want to go but he dragged me. And I loved it.” Podrick smiled, she reminded him of you. “None of the boys noticed how mulish and tall I was. They shoved each other when they thought it was their turn to dance.” She smiled looking back at her own story, “I’d never been so happy.” Her smile faded, “Till I saw a few of the boys snickering.” Podricks smile faded as well, “And then they all started to laugh, and couldn't keep the game up any longer. Brienne the beauty they called me- great joke. And I realized I was the ugliest girl alive. A great lumbering beast.” You could feel her pain just in her words alone. “I tried to run away but Renly Baratheon took me into his arms. ‘Don’t let them see your tears,’ he told me ‘They’re nasty little shits, and nasty little shits aren’t worth crying over.’” Her smile returned again, “He danced with me and none of the boys could say a word. He was the King's brother after all.” Podrick smiled back,

“But wasn’t he… Lord Tyrion said that he was,” Podrick asked awkwardly,

“Yes Pod, he liked men. I am not an idiot. He didn’t love me. He didn’t want me. He danced with me because he was kind.” She explained.

She looked down, thinking back to the memories she had with him,“Nothings more hateful than failing to protect the one you love.”

Those words stuck with Podrick,

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Sugar & Violence

Podrick Payne x reader

+:✿ Chapter 6 ✿:+ : Dreamer

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CW: MDNI, afab reader, pining, NSFW themes, Threats of non-con, misogyny, Violence, mention of violence, mention of arranged marriages, mention of alcohol consumption, mention of NSFW themes.

A/N: I am dedicating this chapter to all the Podrick girls who have stuck with me through this incredibly long hiatus, and even supported some of my other works. I truly love you all so much, you know who you are.

Word Count: 4.7K

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You had been traveling north with the rest of the Knights watch for a few weeks now. Yoren was serving you well, keeping the men far from you and in line. Although not many of them were ignorant enough to say anything disrespectful to their Lord Commander's daughter.

That was until some man on a horse began to take offense that you weren’t working like the rest of the men.

As you practiced your aim with an arrow, your brain felt clouded, you kept having a thought of Lannister horses trotting in the night, coming closer and closer.

You tried to push it out of your head as you exhaled and shot the arrow hitting a tree, right on the mark you aimed for.

As you walked over to the tree to retrieve it you overheard two men, one in the river fetching water, and the other who sat on a horse.

“Why doesn’t she work like the rest of us?” The man on the horse said, louder than necessary. You ignored it as you pulled the arrow out from the tree bark, walking back to your mark to try again.

“She aint a Knights Watchman.” The man in the river said,

“Ain’t it a girl's duty to cook and fetch water?” The man on the horse paid no attention to the man in the river's remark, he stared at you as he said it.

The man in the river stood to his feet, “She’s a Mormont, you’d better mind your tongue.” He warned. Maybe out of actual respect for your name, or maybe out of fear of your father.

“A Mormont is she?” The man on the horse said, He smirked. You began to aim with your bow and arrow, you exhaled about to let your arrow fly when the man shouted, “Bear girl! How would you like to warm my tent tonight?” It was loud enough to get the attention of all the other men in the camp. It fell silent.

You dropped your bow and arrow. Finally looking over and acknowledging the man who had been bothering you.

You walked over, with a huff, and stood in front of the man on the horse. You petted the horse's snout with a smile as you ran your hand along the horse's neck, and along its body, until you were facing the side of the beast. You looked up as the man looked down upon you.

“Is that a yes?” The man smirked, you smirked back as you grabbed hold of the man's saddle and with haste pulled the horse off its balance, making it fall on its side and the man with it.

The horse's weight on the man's leg broke it. As the horse got back up the man stayed on the ground, holding his leg and wailed, “She broke my fucking leg!”

As you walked away, you said back much more calmly, “I didn't, your horse did.”

As you went to grab your bow and arrow that were on the ground, Yoren walked up to you, “We need men for the night's watch, not cripples.” Somewhat disapproving but also amused by your display.

“He’s got a clean break in the lower bit of his leg.” You said, aiming your bow and arrow, “A split and a crutch and he’ll be fine before we get there.” You said as you released the arrow, hitting in the exact spot you did before.

“How do you know that?” Yoren asked, his eyes were narrowed and his brows furrowed. He was suspicious at the same time he was curious.

“Mmm.” You shrugged, “The way he fell?” You said dismissively.

Yoren huffed, turning his attention back to the man wailing on the ground, “Get him up.” He said to the men surrounding him “And quit your whining!” He shouted to the man on the ground.

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Podrick was staying in an Inn just a few miles outside of Winterfell.

Neither of you were aware of just how close you both were to one another. However Podrick grew more and more on edge as time passed. He was thinking of you constantly. When he was training with a sword he thought of you, when he was eating he thought of you, when he was bathing he thought of you, when he lay down for the night he especially thought of you. He often stared at the scar on his palm, a constant reminder of you.

As he looked at the scar, he looked up to see Brienne staring at Winterfell. She knew Sansa was there, and in danger. She tormented herself with the thought.

“She’s far away from the Lannisters. This is her home. Maybe Lady Sansa is better off here.” He said, partially wanting to comfort Brienne while partially wanting to be done with this mission and get on with finding you.

Brienne turned to Podrick, “Safe with the Boltons? Who murdered her mother and brother? She is dangerous even if she doesn’t realize it.” She said with annoyance. As she did an old man came into their room, he placed new firewood beside their door. “Thank you. You live here a long time?” Brienne asked just before the man was about to leave.

“Aye.” The man nodded,

“Did you know about Lord Eddard?” Brienne questioned, Podrick looked at her with concern. He knew it was dangerous to discuss such things now.

The old man narrowed his eyes at Brienne, “I knew him. And his father before him. Starks are gone now-”

Brienne interrupted, “Not all of them. I know who's inside that caste.” she said with confidence.

The man scoffed, “Everyone knows. The Boltons.”

She shook her head, “I’m not talking about the Boltons.” Brienne walked closer to the man, “I need to get a message to her. Sansa Stark.” She was fearless, it reminded him of you, it was his only comfort now that you were gone.

“Who are you?” The man questioned,

“Someone who swore to keep her safe.” Brienne said with the same cold tone as the man had with her.

“Swore to who?” He practically spat at her,

“Her mother.” She said, again matching the hostility of the man, showing she was not afraid of him.

The man smirked, “Her mothers dead.”

“That doesn’t release me from an oath. I served Lady Catelyn. I still serve her. Who do you serve?” That took the air out of the room.

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That night, you and the rest of the night's watch slept in an old abandoned barn.

Your dreams as of late were stranger than normal. More real, but vague at the same time. And tonight it was worse. You felt the heat of fire, you could smell the smoke of the fire ripping through dry grass. You heard the horns of battle, heard the sounds of men grunting, the sounds of fighting. You saw fire, and two arrows released. You felt the pain of a knight cutting into your side. That's when you woke up.

You sat up with a loud gasp, your eyes were wild and wide. Yoren who slept beside you always was awake and immediately took you in his arms.

“Calm yourself, Lass!” He said as you panted,

“Fire, a sword, and arrows!” You said breathlessly clinging onto his coat,

“What?” He asked with narrowed eyes. Though before you could speak you and Yoren heard horns of battle ringing outside the barn you were all staying in, Yoren released you and stood “GET UP, YOU LAZY SONS OF WHORES!” He shouted waking the men up, “ARM YOURSELVES!” He continued to shout and wake up more of the men, He turned to you grabbing you by the shoulders, “You need to leave. You need to go far North.”

You shook your head, “You said my father would kill you if you didn’t take me with you. He’d kill me if I left you.” He looked at you as if you both knew that wasn’t true, you shrugged, “Well maybe not kill but he’d be ashamed and that's worse.” you conceded, “I can fight you know that.”

He huffed and shook his head, “I’m not fighting you. You’re staying out of sight and going North.” He said as he turned his attention back to the men “THOSE MEN OUT THERE WANT TO FUCK YOUR CORPSES– OUTSIDE NOW!”

As he and the rest of the knights watched, one of the men holding a torch accidentally set the dry grass aflame. You smelt the fire and knew it was the same smell from your dream.

“Where's the bastard?” A Lannister guard shouted,

“More than a few here. Who's asking.” Yoren asked gruffly.

You paid little attention to what they said. You were too busy attempting to stay out of sight of the Lannisters. If you were found the consequences would be worse for both you and the Knights Watch.

“Last chance. In the name of King Tommen. Bring us your bastards.” He said threateningly.

“No I don’t think I will.” Yoren said, confidently.

“So be it.” You finally looked over at that exact moment, to see Yoren shot with an arrow through the chest. You wanted to scream but you held it in.

Even with an arrow in him, he was just as brave, “I always hated crossbows. It Takes too long to load.” Yoren said as he cut through the man with the crossbow. But he was no match against the rest of the Lannister guards. He was slaughtered before your own eyes.

You knew there was nothing more for you to do, so you ran, ran as fast as you could. Though a man intercepted your path. A balding man wearing Lannister colors. He smirked at you as you tried to run past him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The man said as he grabbed hold of you, his hand covering your mouth. You saw him pull out a dagger and shove it deep in your side. You cried out, and he laughed. But then you bit down as hard as you could. The man screamed as you bit his finger off, finally letting you go. The horrid taste in your mouth lingered as you ran.

Ran until your legs stung. The pain from your side only worsened as you ran. Becoming more and more intense and less and less easy to ignore.

You stopped for a moment beside a river. You kneeled down to take a drink from it. You knew it wouldn’t help, but your mind and body were slipping out of consciousness rapidly as the pain grew. Soon, it was all fuzzy. You had no balance, and no feeling, your hearing was leaving you as well but you heard one last thing before it did.

SPLASH

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You awoke in a warm bed beside a fire. You looked around at the room, it looked like an Inn though you’d no money.

You saw a woman in the corner of the room ringing out a wet cloth into a bowl, as she began to walk towards you, she smiled.

“Who are you?” You questioned, your eyes were hardly opened. You were so weak and clearly slightly frightened.

“Baelise.” She said sweetly as she dabbed your forehead with the damp cloth.

“Where am I?” You asked, trying to sit up, but the pain in your side was too horrid.

“A brothel. I found you in the river.” She said as she pushed you back into the bed,

“A brothel?” You asked with wide eyes,

She held a laugh, “Don’t worry, I own it.” You looked around the room, looking for any sign of a man who might have come in, “No one has touched you.” Baelise assured you, knowing what you were afraid of.

“I need to leave.” You said panting from the pain.

“You need to rest, and eat. Lay down.” She said as she put the damp cloth back onto your head, “What happened to you, sweetling? Did men do this to you?”

“Lannister guards attacked the knights watch.” You said pained.

“You were with them?” She questioned, it was odd for a woman to be accompanying the Knights watchmen.

“My father is their commander.” You said with a husky voice, “I dreamt of it,” You said, you weren’t sure why you said it but you did.

“Of what?” She stopped dabbing the cloth on your head, almost stunned by what you said.

“Death. An arrow, a sword, and fire.” You said, your eyes closed now, trying to block out the pain.

“Do you do that a lot?” She questioned,

You realized you’d said too much, “How long til I can leave.”

“Whenever that nasty cut heals.” She said with a huff, continuing to dab your forehead. You pulled down your covers, revealing your naked form. You saw the stitching she had done on your side. It was well done for a Brothel Madam, well done for anyone in fact. “I cleaned it, and sewed you up.” She said sweetly as she pulled the cover back over you.

You grabbed her wrist, “Milk of the poppy, please I need it.” You pleaded,

“I’ll give you what I can. One of my girls is expecting a child soon, we’ll need it.” She said soothingly as she stood to get it.

“She should give her essence of nightshade for that, not the milk.” You said with expertise,

Baelise looked back at you with a smile as she rummaged through her various remedies and elixirs. “You have dreams don’t you?”

“We all do.” You said almost frustrated that she remembered what you said before.

“You have dreams that come to fruition.” You looked back to her, as she approached with a spoon full of the milk, “You lose yourself in thought, when you do, your mind goes to the future. You hear them speaking, you see visions of what is to come. Only brief moments, but enough.”

“How do you know this?” You asked as you drank the milk in,

“I saw you coming, (Y/N).” She said removing the spoon from your mouth. “I saw you fall in that river. Saw your lifeless body drift up the stream towards my brothel. I stood outside waiting for you.”

You laid there, debating whether or not you could trust her. Whether or not you should tell her any more. Though you felt you could trust her. She knew your name, maybe her talent was much more powerful than your own, maybe you could learn from her, “It only started a few moons ago.” You said softly,

“It comes to us when we are ready. Like our moonblood.” Her tone was soft and gentle like a mother.

“I saw the attack before it happened. I think at least. How do I stop it before it happens?” You said pained although this time it wasn’t from the cut in your side.

“It is sometimes beyond us to stop such outcomes. You can try, but no one will listen. They’ll think you are mad.” She said as she continued to dab the damp cloth on your forehead.

“This is a curse.” You scoffed,

“Gifts are not good nor bad. They are given.” She smiled at you softly, “You’re a healer yourself aren’t you?”

“Yes.” You said, your voice soft and gentled from the milk.

“You always know how to treat a person's wounds do you not?”

“I studied for-”

She interrupted you, “The most knowledgeable masters make mistakes. Outlook symptoms. Prefer to take shortcuts. You do not. You can place someone's hand in yours, examine a cut with your eyes alone, even hear the way a bone breaks and just know exactly what needs to be done.” She said, and you nodded. “It’s part of your gift.” You felt your eyes grow heavy, from the poppy no doubt. As you felt yourself drift into sleep, Baelise, tucked your hair beside your ear and whispered, “Sleep.” Before leaving you.

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That night Podrick dreamt of you. Not unusual but this time it felt as if it were real.

He saw you in his chambers back in king's landing, wearing the dress you wore when you first laid together. “Podrick?” You asked softly, though Podrick tried, he couldn’t speak.

He tried to reach out to you, but each time he tried he felt further and further away from you.

“Podrick!” Brienne shouted, waking Podrick up from his deep sleep. He sat up disorientated, he held onto his head as he tried to come back to reality. “You sleep heavier now that we are sleeping in an inn. Perhaps we should return to the ditches.” Brienne said sneeringly.

“Just… Having strange dreams.” He grunted,

“As long as they do not affect our mission.” She said looking back to Winterfell.

He shook his head, “They won’t, My Lady.”

Brienne looked over to him. She felt badly for always being so short with him.

“What are they?” She asked reluctantly. Podrick looked at her confused, not knowing why she would want to know. Brienne sighed, “We have been cooped up in this inn waiting for a sign from Lady Sansa, with little to discuss. This might be something of interest.” She conceded,

“A woman.” He said, the longing very apparent in his tone.

“Never mind, I do not need to hear that.” Brienne said with disgust.

“Not like that.” Podrick shook his head, “I knew her from Kings Landing. She was Handmaiden to Margaery Tyrell. A Mormont who was held captive in the south.” She smiled as he recalled the memory of you, “She was a brave woman.” He nodded.

Brienne hesitated to add to what he said, “I remember her.” she said, thinking it might offer him some comfort.

“You do?” He asked, perking up like a starved dog who smelt food.

“Yes, she was practically connected to Margaery Tyrell’s hip.” Podrick sat closer as if he were a child listening to a story before bed, Brienne looked at him with furrowed brows but continued. “She did not speak much. Handmaidens rarely do. But she complimented my sword. Unusual for a Lady I thought.” She said looking out the window, thinking that was the end of it.

“She’s an unusual woman.” He said as a compliment with a smile on his face, he looked back up to her, “She told me about you.” Brienne looked down at Podrick with curiosity, “Said you were exactly what she wanted to be as a girl.”

“A very unusual woman indeed.” Brienne scoffed. “Do you think she poisoned Joffrey?” She asked, her curiosity taking over her, “Mormonts despise southern houses. Despise the Crown. She had the opportunity to do it-“

“No. My Lady.” He said in haste, “She would spit in Lord's drinks. Never poisoned them.” He shook his head.

“The armored girl the boy from the inn talked of. You think that was her?” She asked softer than normal.

“He said she was a Mormont. No other Mormonts are that far south.” His tone was slightly deeper

“I gave you chance after chance to leave. Why didn’t you go find her?” Brienne asked as she turned her attention back to him.

Podrick looked down, slightly disappointed in himself, “I don’t know where she is. Don’t even know how to try and look.”

“Once Lady Sansa is safe, I’ll help you.” Podrick smiled as was about to thank her before he noticed something behind her,

“My Lady!” Podrick shouted as he pointed towards the broken tower, where a candle was lit.

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Back in the brothel, Baelise continued to teach you more of your gift, as you tried to get your body out of bed.

“Did you dream of anything tonight?” Baelise asked as she watched you attempt to get out of bed.

“Just a brown horse, with a-” You grunted as you finally stood. “A white spot on its head.”

You finally were able to stand without assistance. Baelise knew that your time with her was coming to an end. She smiled at your progress but knew that she’d one last thing to teach you.

“Have you heard of the Lord of Light?” She asked softly,

“Ramblings of it, here and there.” You grunted as you got accustomed to limping around the room.

Baelise lit the fire, “The Lord might offer you further clarity.” She said as she fed the fire another log.

“My family served the old gods.” You said dismissively, trying to pay closer attention to your unsteady steps.

“And yet the Lord of Light might allow you vision through fire.” She said as she stood, dusting her hands clean from the wood, “Peer into it. Deeply.” She said as she took you by your shoulders and turned you towards the fire.

You huffed, “I see nothing.” You shook your head, “Perhaps the Lord of Light does not like me.” You said as a jest.

Baelise rolled her eyes, pushed you closer to it, “It does not happen in an instant. Keep looking.”

You did, as you did you could swear the fire morphed before your eyes.

“Wildlings cross the wall. Welcomed in by some man… pretty as a girl.” You blinked hard as you looked away. You struggled to stand on your own, Baelise helped you up. “My father is dead, or is going to be. I must leave here now.” You said as you hurriedly began to put your armor on.

“Are you certain?” Baelise asked as she helped you,

“You don’t know my father.” You said, finally finishing putting on your armor. As you rushed to the door you looked back to Baelise, “Thank you.” You said earnestly, she smiled and nodded as you made your way out.

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In Winterfell Podrick and Brienne were determined to find Lady Sansa.

They heard the sounds of men and hounds in the distance and followed. As they approached the men shouted “It’s a bloody woman!” As Brienne pulled her sword out, so did Podrick. Brienne kills most of the soldiers on horseback, then knocks one off his horse before slitting his throat.

Podrick, his fighting skills having improved under Brienne's teaching, fights and kills a Bolton soldier, but falls off his horse in the process. He then challenges another Bolton soldier, killing him as well. He thought you’d be proud of him for that.

Once all the soldiers are dead, Brienne steps towards Sansa. She laid her blade on the ground before her, kneeling, “Lady Sansa, I offer my services once again. I will shield your back and keep your counsel, and give my life for yours if need be. I swear by the old gods and the new.” She vowed,

Sansa began “And I vow… that you shall always have a place by my hearth- and…”

“Meat and mead at my table.” Podrick said, helping her along with her vows.

“Meat and mead at my table.” She stumbled, “And I pledge to ask for no service that might bring you dishonor. I swear by the old gods and the new. Arise.” Sansa vowed in return.

Podrick smiled, as what was Brienne’s only wish finally came true.

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You however, were in Winterfell's woods at the same time. Limping your way North, the pain in your side, still greatly disabling you.

“Who is this?” A Bolton Soldier said, “Not the redhead we're looking for.” Another Soldier said.

You paid them no mind, not even looking at them. You had your bow and arrow, and your sword. If anyone dared try and fight you, you were confident even now you would win.

“No, but she is a pretty thing-” The first soldier said, “Oi little girl!” He shouted,

“Fuck off.” You rasped,

The man scoffed, “You don't look like you're in much of a position to be a cunt.”

“I said fuck off.” You rasped even louder,

“Come on, birdy. We’ve been out here a while. Give us a little fun and we’ll get you a ride wherever you like!” The second solider said.

You finally looked over, and saw one of them was on a brown horse with a white spot. Just as you dreamed. You smirked,

“Yes you will.” You mumbled, “Alright then.” You said louder, voice still raspy from the pain.

The men laughed as they got off their horses, “That's a good lass.” The first solider said taking a step towards you,

The second solider however grabbed the first one, “You ain’t going first, I’m the one who convinced her-”

“I don’t want used cunt-” The first solider argued back,

You interrupted, “No need, I’ll take you both at once.” You said with a smirk.

They both chuckled as they undid their trousers, “You are a whore sent from the Gods aren’t you?” The first solider said, you stepped towards them.

“Perhaps.” You said before pulling your sword out and stabbing through the second soldier’s chest. Before the other could pull up his pants to get his own sword, you pull your blade out of the solider and cut through the other with just as much ease as the first.

You huffed, over exerting yourself in an already fragile state. Though you were more upset by the blood that had gotten on yourself.

You looked up at the horse with the brown coat and white spot, and smiled at it. “Come on,” You said it to as you mounted the horse, “We’re going North.”

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As Podrick and Brienne made their way into the Castle Black gates. He looked around for any sign of you. He knew that this was the place you would go if you had gotten away. And when he didn't see you, it worried him terribly.

As he watched Jon and Sansa reunite, he looked over to Brienne hoping this would comfort her in some way. And hoping she still meant what she said about helping him find you.

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Both you and your new horse which you’d given no name, were exhausted, and starved. But it would be worth it, as you approached the gates of Castle Black, two men stood above the gates wall, looking at you with confusion.

“Open the gate.” You rasped, your voice was weak and breaking.

“You a Bolton?” The man shouted back down at you.

You huffed, looking up at him though still hunched in pain, “Do I look like a fucking Bolton?” You said your voice husky, “I’m a Mormont! Open the fucking gate!” You shouted though your voice was still unable to carry very far.

“Open the gates!” The men shouted.

As they did you rode in on your horse, everyone starred at you. Three men rushed to your aid as soon as they saw the blood that coated your side.

The men helped you off of your horse, you almost cried out from the pain of it all.

“The horse needs to eat.” you said to some man who then dragged the horse off to the stables.

You looked around for a moment, hopping your father was still there, somewhere. But when you looked around you saw Wildlings, and you knew your father was dead. You didn’t hate them, you didn’t know them. But your father would rather die then see them beyond the wall. That much you knew. As you kept looking, you saw Jon Snow, and Sansa Stark, looking at you with confusion and surprise, you looked at them with the same look.

A sharp pain ripped through your side once more, you hunched over gripping at your side, wincing in pain.

As you did you felt familiar hands on you, as you looked you saw the same brown eyes you loved for so long.

“(Y/N)...” Podrick said softly, his eyes were wide and worried. He wanted to smile and embrace you but your state concerned him far greater.

Before you could say anything the pain overtook your senses. Your hearing and vision left you just as they did in the river and you fainted. Thankfully this time, in the arms of your lover.

“You’ve a way with women.” A tall wildling man with red hair who was standing near by said.

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catsteeth · 6 months ago

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Hii, I love your writings❤️ Can you write Podrick Payne and the fem reader? The reader is a Jon's twin sister, the Queen in the North. And Podrick has been in love with her for years, from the moment he first saw her. The reader is aware of the situation from the beginning, and when they meet again in the North at the end of the road, she notices once again how Podrick looks at her, but the only difference is that he is not a child anymore.☆

Growing Pains🍎

A/N: Thank you sm angel baby! Now this is what I AM TALKING ABOUT!!! Girl hell yes I can… I love this concept but I am going to take some liberties with the timelines and when Podrick is introduced in the story but let's all just sit back and have fun. You didn’t specify if you wanted smut but girls just wanna have fun so I did it anyway (there will be a cut off so you know when it's coming if you wanna stop reading beforehand) Hope you enjoy it and thank you for the request!! CW: SMUT MDNI, fuff, pining, mention of prostitution, mention of alcohol, fingering, grinding,

You had a hard go of it in life.

Being the bastard of Ned Stark and the twin of Jon Snow. Having the last name of Snow swayed every person's opinion of you. Except for one, Podrick. A squire of little influence. When he and his Lord Tyrion visited the North with the rest of the Lannister and Baratheon family, he found himself enamored with you.

At first he thought it was because of your fair beauty. Your skin had a glow to it, your eyes as well.

As the Stark family lined up to greet the royal family you and Jon were standing behind them. An embarrassment to the family but an open embarrassment nonetheless.

As you stood there, you studied all the knights and kings guard that stood before you and your family. You thought some of them were handsome but none captured your interest really.

That was until your brother Jon nudged you.

“It would seem you’ve an admirer, dear sister.” He teased as you looked and saw a shorter boy with short brown hair. He was certainly a squire. As your eyes met his he looked away

nervously.

You looked back to Jon, “Merely a boy, Jon.”

“Aye, as you are merely a girl.” He said with a smirk. You nudged him harder and gave him a cold and hard scowl, making him struggle to hold in laughter.

As Lord Tyrion descended from his carriage he stood beside Podrick while he waited for Robert and Nedd to be done with their reunion. However when he looked behind Nedd he noticed Nedd’s bastards giggling like children until Lady Catelyn shot them a glare that shut them up quickly.

However he also noticed how Podricks gaze was fixated on you. His face reveals how pathetically enamored he was with you. Tyrion chuckled to himself and then tugged on Podrick’s sleeve a few times until his attention returned to his Lord.

“Yes, my Lord?” Podrick asked,

“You are appointed to serve me, not Ned Stark's bastard daughter.” Tyrion said to Podrick in a teasingly scornful tone. “Is that who that is?” He asked his eyes to stay put on you.

Tyrion nodded, “(Y/N) Snow…” Tyrion spoke your name and to Podrick it sounded like poetry. He looked back over to you as Podrick mouthed your name back to himself. “A beautiful girl,” Tyrion said matter of factly.

“Yes, yes she is.” Podrick nodded, still unable to tear his gaze away from you.

“You know what they say about Northern girls?” Tyrion smirked as he looked up at Podrick,

Podricks gaze finally looked back to Tyrion with a confused look, “No?”

“Perhaps you’ll find out.” He said with a raised brow, making Podrick swallow hard.

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Later that night during the feast you and Jon were turned away from the dining hall. It would be an insult to the royal family if you two were sitting in their field of vision. Gods forbid they were to see a bastard while they ate a meal that your family prepared for them.

You were content to go to your chambers and wait out the feast before you’d sneak into the kitchen and eat whatever was left. But the plum tree had recently bloomed and it was too tempting for you to wait until the feast was over.

Normally you’d convince Bran to climb the tree to pick you some but you were alone. So you did the next best thing, convince the next man you saw.

“Hello, kind ser. Could I trouble you for just a moment.” You said to a shadowed form nearby that was approaching. As it got closer you noticed it was the boy that was staring at you from the courtyard beside Lord Tyrion.

“Yes, yes, my Lady, no trouble at all.” He said, stammering nervously as he walked closer toward you.

“I recognize you… I saw you today. You’re not a Northerner.” You said with narrow eyes.

“N-no, my Lady I am a squire to Lord Tyrion Lannister.” He spoke softly and sweetly, but again, nervously.

“Huh, not a Ser then.” You furrowed your brows, examining the boy in front of you. Unsure if you could trust him or not.

He shook his head, “And you’re (Y/N)... Daughter of Nedd Stark.” He was careful not to use the last name of Snow.

“I am.” You said strongly.

“W-why are you not at the feast my lady?”

“Lady Catelyn thought it might insult the royal family for me and my brother to be seated in their midst.” You explained

“Why would she think that?” He asked genuinely, couldn’t understand you being hidden from anyone.

“I am.. unsightly.” You tried to find the right word,

“I don’t think that is the word to describe you-”

“A bastard… to put it simply.” You turned your mind back to the task at hand, unwilling to discuss the matter further. You looked up at the plums ripe on the tree behind you. “But nonetheless a bastard gets hungry just the same as anyone else.” You looked back at Podrick hoping he would get the hint. “Can't reach it though.”

“Yes of course,” He said quickly as soon as he understood what it was you needed from him.

You giggled to yourself as you watched him struggle to climb the tree. Just as he was about to pick the best one, his foot slipped and he fell out of the tree, with tons of plums following him. “Oof!” He grunted as he hit the ground and was covered in plums.

“Oh!” You shouted as you ran up to him. You couldn’t help but laugh as you kneeled beside him, “I am sorry, I do not mean to laugh!” You covered your mouth trying to conceal your amusement,

He looked up at you with stars in his eyes, that could have been the fall but he was sure that you looked like you were made by the Gods themselves. “That’s alright,” He said softly with a dimwitted smile on his face.

You kissed his cheek as a token of your appreciation, when you did he thought he might die. “I thank you.” You said as you grabbed a plum from his lap, making him blush,

“Of-Of course my Lady,” He stammered,

You bit into the juicy plum, “I’m no Lady.” You stood and walked away.

However, that wouldn’t be the last time the two of you crossed paths.

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When Jon left for the nights watch and was to leave for Kings Landing with your sisters, Lady Catelyn made it clear she wanted you gone. So you went with your sisters, however in KingsLanding you worked as a handmaiden.

But this did just give Podrick more of an opportunity to fawn over you.

When given the chance, the two of you enjoyed each other's company.

On one occasion you and Podrick got drunk off of his Lord Tyrion’s wine when you were alone. You threw cherries across a room while Podrick attempted to catch them in his mouth.

Tyrion walked in when he heard the commotion and drunk laughter from the hallway. He could see the love in the drunk Podricks eyes clear as day.

He felt slightly responsible for Podrick and offered him a gift of experience. He took Podrick to a pleasure house where he said “If you’re going to take that bastard girl's maidenhead, you might as well know how to do it well.”

“We are only friends, my Lord.” He stammered nervously,

“Unlikely it will stay that way.” He said as he left him alone with the three women.

That wouldn’t happen in Kings Landing however. After the execution of your father you traveled North to your Brother Jon.

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Years later however, after a long and hard battle, figuratively and literally, you were an adored and respected figure in the North. So much so that you were named Queen.

When you caught word that Podrick was on the grounds of Winterfell you felt an unexplainable urge to meet with him again.

You saw him sparring with a man on the training grounds. You watched as this once frail and inexperienced boy fought with honor and precision. It made you feel a tightening in your stomach. You felt yourself losing your trail of thought as you watched him, until he noticed you.

“(Y/N)” He said with wide eyes, and then bam! His sparring opponent knocked him down while he was off guard, “Oof!” He tapped out, “Enough for today.” He hopped off the ground and ran over towards you, smiling,

You smiled back, “You look different. Well, but different.”

“You look the same.” He said catching his breath

You narrowed your eyes slightly as you smirked, “I’ll take that as a compliment,” He nodded, “It is.” His smile was almost contagious.

“Who taught you?” You asked, trying to distract from the compliment. “Brienne of Tarth, I’ve come into her service after Lord Tyrion.”

“An improvement.” You nodded, “You fight well.”

He bowed his head slightly “Thank you, your Grace.”

“No need for such formality.” You waved your hand in dismissal,

“Your Grace-” Someone of little interest to you at that moment spoke. Rushing you off to your regal duties.

You couldn’t say your goodbyes before being rushed off. Just like last time.

The rest of the day you spent thinking of him. Of how different things were now, how different you and he were, how much a man he’d grown into.

It was only until that night when you had the opportunity to speak to him once more.

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As Tyrion, Jaime, and Brienne finished a drinking game, Tormund came in an attempt to court Brienne but of course was unsuccessful. As he faced the rest of the table in a defeated sorrowful look, Podrick smiled at him.

As the Giant man left the table, Podrick looked back and noticed you. Once he saw you, his smile grew into a bigger and genuine one.

“Walk with me?” You asked and he of course nodded. Leaving the table in haste, making Tyrion smirk.

The two of you walked around the grounds, that now with everyone in the tavern was empty.

As you walked around, he noticed the very same plum tree that he fell from all those years ago. The tree hadn’t bloomed yet but, he thought back on that memory so often he couldn’t have been mistaken.

“Last time we were here you were here because you weren’t allowed in the dining hall. Now you own it.” He smiled at you, proud of your accomplishments.

“And you were in the dirt covered in-” You said teasingly with a mischievous smile.

“Plums.” He said matter of factly

“You remember?” You asked genuinely surprised.

“Of course I do, I remember how you laughed at me.” He said teasingly as he chuckled.

“I apologized!” You giggled,

“It’s alright, I liked hearing you laugh. And seeing you smile.” He smiled at you in a way that caused a heat to spread throughout your whole body.

“You’ve grown.” You couldn’t believe how much more bold and confident he had become.

“You’ve grown as well.”

“People tend to do that.” You teased,

“That’s true, and yet after all that time I couldn’t ever get you out of my head.” He thought about his journey and how often he missed you, “On our journey we always heard murmuring about you. The things you were doing. The wars you and your brother won. The triumphs and lows of it all.” He looked down trying to contain himself, “I thought of you often.”

You felt a heat rush over your cheeks, “You were always a considerate friend.” You rationalized, and paused for a moment before you looked over at him, “I thought of you often…” you smiled “As well.”

“May I ask you something, and truly I don’t mean to offend-”

You raised an eyebrow. “Well this sounds interesting, go on.” You said smiling,

“What of any… suitors?” He asked awkwardly,

You huffed a laugh and then shook your head, “No.” You looked over at Podrick who was already looking at you with a dumbfounded look, “What?” You giggled. “I apologize, I just find it hard to believe that.”

“Well I’d not lie.” You smirked,

“No, of course not. It’s just that you are…” He looked at you, “Mesmerizing.” He studied you for a moment, and then felt content to do what he had been meaning to do for so long, “You’ve always been mesmerizing.” He took your hand,

“What?” Your eyes narrowed as he kneeled in front of you.

“Ever since I saw you, I’ve never been able to release myself from this feeling. The way your hair shines, the way your eyes glow.” He looked up at you, at how beautiful you looked under that plum tree, in the moonlight. “Ever since you kissed me, even though it was just-” He reminisced on the memory for a moment, “A peck on the cheek,” He shook his head, “I couldn’t feel satisfaction from anything else. And what's worse is that- I don’t want to, I don’t want to feel satisfaction from anything but the satisfaction you bring to me. And ever since I have been back here the feeling is so much worse.” His grip on your hand tightened as he searched your eyes for a hint of your own emotions.

You shook your head, “I’m sorry.” You said, not sorry for not feeling the same but for not understanding your own emotions.

“I-” He looked down, confident he was defeated, “Forgive me.”

“No,” You shook your head again, “Forgive me.” You held his face in your hands,

“For what?” He asked, his brows furrowed in confusion, and concern that he’d just ruined whatever relationship you two had had for good.

“For ignoring my own feelings for you.” You held his face closer to your own, “I’ve been doing it for so long…” Your eyes were filled with a pining that you didn’t know you had, “Far too long” He leaned in even further, your eyes drooping slowly but not losing contact with him. Your noses brushing against one another. Your lips finally meet softly, hardly even touching. his hand came to cup your jaw as yours carcassed the back of his head. As you closed your eyes your lips parted slightly allowing him to kiss you deeper.

nothing had ever felt so right. You knew then that you were born for him and he was born for you.

♥️

he gripped your waist, pressing you closer to his own body. He walked you back into the tree so he could lean into you even more.

“Gods” You whimpered into his lips, “You’ve gotten strong-“ your hands gripped at the muscles of his arms over his chainmail.

“Is this alright,” He asked to which you nodded and continued to kiss his lips.

The kiss somewhat restrained at first was now unhinged and desperate. His tongue met yours and you did not fight it, no you welcomed it.

His hand traveled down your jaw to your breast, gripping at it through your bodice with hunger. He groaned into your mouth but soon enough he couldn’t restrain himself and his mouth traveled from your lips to your neck, to your breasts. They’d been a weakness of his for too long. “Gods” He groaned

“Tell me to stop and I will,“ His hand traveled up your inner thigh. His fingers, now rougher than they were before, stopped just before they reached your silk small clothes. His eyes looked into yours waiting for your que.

You looked at him, you ran your hand through his hair once more. His eyes met yours, desperate and hungry, no starving. You nodded at him, which made him smile and breathe a sigh of relief as his face returned to your breasts and his fingers began to run up and down the sensitive slit of your clothed cunt.

“Mmphm,” You moaned into his ear as his lips traveled over your cleavage.

His middle finger pressed against your hot damp entrance while his thumb moved in circles around your sensitive clit.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you whimpered from the pleasure. A pleasure so new. You’d used your own fingers or relieved yourself on a pillow before but this was different, a different game entirely.

You felt him grinding his arousal on your thigh as he moved your small clothes away, pushing one finger inside of you, slowly. “Ah!” You jolted towards him, grabbing ahold of his back pressing him closer to you.

He inserted another finger, pressing them deeper and deeper until they met your maiden head. His eyes found yours, and once again you nodded.

He kissed you deeply as he sunk his fingers into you. You gripped onto his hair and moaned out. As you moaned he bit your bottom lip. You held onto him tighter as the pain flashed across your body but was replaced by pleasure. “Are you alright?” you nodded, unable to find the words when he was pumping him fingers in and out you, “You did so well,” His eyes filled with love and adornment for you. But soon his lips returned to your neck and your breasts.

“Podrick,” You said breathlessly, “Pod?” You had to pull his face away from your breasts, though his lips wants to immediately latch onto yours, “I can’t,” You whined,

He pulled his fingers out of you and your hand away immediately,

“Not here,” You shook your head still trying to catch your breath,

“You’re the Queen, you can do what you please.” He said, half serious, wanting to rid you of your skirts and prove his love and himself there and now.

You giggled holding his face as he restrained himself for kissing you, “I want you to bed me in my chambers. Not here.”

“As you wish it, my Queen.” He smiled at you, and kissed you once more before rushing you off to your chambers.

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Sugar & Violence

Podrick Payne x reader

+:✿ Chapter 8 ✿:+ : Bad Poetry

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CW: afab reader, Proposal, 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.

Word Count: 5.7k

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After you and Podrick’s heated reunion in the snow behind the walls of Castle Black, you and Podrick attempt to resume your duties as normal. He attended his training, and you continued to pester the old Maester.

However you came together again in your chambers that night. Now that you were near, Podrick would waste no time. Any moment he had he gave it to you. So naturally he and you coupled again. But that night he told you of what happened in the RiverLands. The dead black fish you saw in your dream was not only a black fish but the BlackFish, Brynden Tully. And that was not the end of your dreams.

That night, you dreamt of an old friend. Margaery. You thought of her long hair, the pale auburn of her hair. Only in your dream, she looked far different than how you remembered. Her hair was uncurled, her clothes were modest and dull, and her crown hung heavy at the top of her head. Her smile was gone and left was an expression of anger.

And suddenly a flash of green, bright blinding green. And a siring, burning, all too vivid pain ripped through your skin. You saw the bricks of a great and tall building crumbling, and seven pointed stars falling with it. The green grew, and burnt through it all, through your skin, through your bone, until you finally broke free from your dream.

You woke up with your eyes still closed, screaming from the pain.

Your screaming naturally woke up your lover sleeping beside you. He instinctively wrapped his arm around you pulling you in closer. His other hand came to your face, holding it firmly, “(Y/N)!” He shouted waking you from your dream. As soon as your eyes opened, your screaming ceased. Your eyes wide, darted around the droll room until they finally settled on Podricks face. He looked at you with his sleepy, scared, and watery eyes “What is it?” He asked in a hush tone, “What’s wrong?” He asked as he brushed your cheek with his thumb.

“Green, green, green fire…” You whispered, muttering incoherently, you felt the remnants of the pain you felt in the dream. Your eyes began to water, and you began to pant and shake as your mind began to understand your dream.

He held you closer, your face nuzzled into his neck, “It’s alright, it’s alright…” He whispered as he ran his hand up and down your side soothing you.

As you catched your breath in his arms, your dreams' meaning came clear to you.

You knew that Margaery’s life was in danger, that she was going to die a terrible death. A terrible and undeserved death.

So you peeled yourself away from your lover's arms. Stumbling around the cold room, beginning to dress yourself.

“What’re you doing?” Podrick asked as you dressed in haste. “The sun is hardly out.”

“I have to leave here.” You said lacing your corset quickly.

Podrick sat up in your bed, looking at you suddenly wide awake “Leave where?”

You looked back at him as you quickly shoved your feet into a pair of boots, “Leave here, Castle Black.”

He threw the blankets off of himself and stood as you fastened your baldric holding your sword around your waist. “You can’t-“ He asserted.

“Podrick, I have to.” You asserted back, you felt rotten with guilt but you knew you’d no choice.

Podrick came close, putting his hand on the back of your neck, “What did you see?” He asked earnestly.

You took a breath, “Destruction. The Sept, in the Capitol. It erupted into a wildfire.” You said with fear in your eyes.

Podrick shook his head in confusion, “Why go then?” He wasn’t angry with you of course, but he couldn’t understand why you would put yourself in such danger.

“Margaery is there.” You said with a tilt of your head.

“You could die!” He said as you moved away from him, grabbing hold of your cloak and slinging it over your shoulders.

“She will! If I don’t go, she will.” You insisted desperately attempting for him to understand. Though of course a man would not understand the connection you and another woman would have. You continued to dress yourself, shoving your hands into your leather gloves.

Podrick, knowing he’d exhausted all his options, stood in front of the door. “I won’t let you.”

You shoved your hand into your leather gloves. You stopped and stared, completely still once he said those words, “What?” you asked with narrow eyes.

“I said I won’t let you.” He asserted with a false confidence.

You finished placing your hands into your gloves. Then stepped in front of Podrick, staring him down, “Say that one more time.” You said softly but intensely.

He swallowed hard, and attempted to puff out his chest, “I won’t let you leave. I refuse to allow you to try to kill yourself.” He shook his head. Attempting to dominate the situation.

“You won’t let me leave?” You asked with a raised brow.

He nodded, “That’s right.” As soon as he said those words you turned around and opened the window shutters of your chamber, beginning to climb out of it. He must have forgotten your chamber was on the ground level. “He-“ He began before rushing over to the window that you were jumping out of, “(Y/N)!” He shouted out the window as you landed on the ground.

“I’ll return!” You shouted back to him as he watched you run towards the stables.

Podrick, still half naked from waking up beside you, stumbled around the room attempting to dress himself quickly enough to catch you before you left the gates.

However by the time he was dressed and running outside, the gates were closed. And your brown horse is now gone.

Podrick stood there for a moment just staring at the gates. Unsure of what to do next. When he looked beside him, he noticed the tall lady knight he served. Brienne was entering the courtyard for Podricks training, as they did each morning. She looked upon his helpless expression with confusion.

“She’s gone.” He said breathless and defeated.

“Gone where?” She asked, irritated with a furrowed brow.

“Kings Landing.” Podrick said in a huff.

Brienne scrunched her face, “Hm, She seemed strange but not stupid.”

“She’s not stupid.” Podrick nearly snapped, which was very out of character, especially towards her. “She’s strong wielded.” He said more calmly.

“Then go.” Brienne said as if it were the obvious answer… which it was.

“What?” Podrick asked, he never thought of himself capable of it.

Brienne rolled her eyes, “Gods- Podrick, if you fear for her then help her.” She huffed, “Honestly you thinking you’d be able to stop her was pathetically idiotic.”

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Your journey south was pitifully uneventful. You knew now where to avoid in the roads and what Inns would throw out day-old food. It was getting into the capital that proved to be a challenge. And you knew that getting into the castle walls would be even harder. However it wasn’t long after arriving that you had heard enough murmurs among the smallfolk that Margaery was not in the walls of the castle at all, no she was in the Sept.

You knew then that your time was running thin. But at least in the sept there was a way in. You snuck in through the Septa’s quarters. Hiding your sword and cloak there. You dressed in the gray humble smock, and a matching gray headdress to conceal your hair.

Soon after stumbling through the sept long enough you found where they were keeping her.

As you looked in through the small crack in the door, you could see her curled up in a corner of the room.

“You there!” A voice called out,

You were startled, and jumped slightly as you looked over to the voice who called out. You saw it was a younger boy holding a tray of food.

“Are you giving the Queen her supper?” He asked innocently.

You nodded, and took the tray from the boy. “Can you open the door?” You asked, “I seemed to have forgotten my keys in my quarters."

The boy rolled his eyes in annoyance, but did as you asked.

As you entered the room you made sure that the boy closed the door behind him, and waited to hear his footsteps fade. Then you approached Margaery.

She was curled up in the corner of the room facing away from you. You walked closer to her, placing the tray of food by her feet.

She looked nothing like herself. Her feet were dirty, almost black, and she was dressed in a gray rag.

“Leave it and go.” She said defiantly. It was nothing like the Margaery you knew.

“Margaery-“ You whispered.

She turned to face you, recognizing your voice. She pulled your headdress down, looking at your hair as it fell out of it, “What are you doing here?” She asked terrified of you. You coming here was a dangerous choice. She knew the risk you were taking was great. Not only for you but for her as well.

“I’ve come to take you away from this pious shit.” You said quickly, knowing your time had run thin, and it was now or never for her to leave this place.

She looked at you with narrow eyes, “This pious shit is going to let me stay queen.”

You looked at her with confusion. Not understanding how she could possibly wish to remain prisoner. “It’s going to kill you. I saw it.” You grabbed her by her shoulders, “They’ll never listen to you and it will kill you.”

She shook her head, looking at you with the same confusion you looked at her with, “You don’t know that.” She stood,

You stood with her, “I do, I dreamt it.” You said with a nod.

She stifled a laugh, “You didn’t come all the way here for a dream I should have hoped for.”

“They come true.” You said pleading with her to understand, “I dreamt of a dead black fish and Podrick-“ You began explaining but were cut off but a scoff,

“Oh! Podrick, I am glad he indulges your fantasies. What a doting suitor he is.” Margaery said, rolling her eyes.

“I know you’re upset with me-“

“Upset?” She asked, her eyes welling up, “You left me.” She said quietly, “Left me, for someone you loved. Someone else.” She said walking across the room, frustrated.

You felt helpless, you couldn’t give her what she wanted, “Come with me.” You asked in a soft voice, she turned to you with heartbreak in her eyes, “Please.” You begged.

She breathed hitched as she breathed in. She held back her emotion, closing her eyes for a moment, then finally looking at you with her head held high, “I am the Queen.” She said with teary eyes, “A Queen does not abandon her people.”

“You are my friend.” You said softly.

“That’s the problem, that is what I am to you.” She said, lowering her head. “That is not all you are to me.”

You knew what she meant by it, and so did she. You always knew. And if Podrick had not come along, who knows perhaps you would have. But with him, there was only him.

You let out a sharp exhale, “Margaery-” You began stepping towards her,

“Go.” She said heartbroken once again, “Go with your dreams and your lover.” She said sitting back down.

You stood there in silence for a moment not knowing what to say, “That’s it then?” You said defeatedly, fighting back tears.

She huffed, angrily, “That’s it.” She whispered in a hiss.

Defeated, and now already mourning the friend you loved. You nodded, wiped your cheek, and headed for the door.

As your hand touched the handle of the door, Margaery stopped you. Grabbing hold of your hand. Startled you turned around to face her,

“Your hair.” She said as she handed you the gray headdress. Before you could take it from her hands she began putting it on herself. Tucking your hair into the headdress, you stared at her face. She was holding back tears as she smoothed out the fabric for you.

You couldn’t help it, you wrapped your arms around her, hugging her close. Her arms did not embrace you for a moment. Hesitant to give into your gesture. Until she heard your quiet sobs in her ear, she finally embraced you, closer and harder than you did to her.

You wanted to hold her forever, your dearest friend, who you knew would soon parish. But who you knew you had no sway over any longer, and you were unsure you ever did have any sway.

Before you could pull away, Margaery, while still embracing you, opened the door behind you and pushed you out of the room, closing the door behind you.

No goodbye.

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You managed to find your way back to the Septa’s chambers, gathering your things, and leaving the same way you snuck in.

As you walked through the streets of the capital, you couldn’t help it but let your tears fall down your face. Knowing that you’d failed and that your dearest friend would soon be dead. You felt even more guilty for leaving Podrick, and even more ashamed to face him again. You knew that you would be dreading it your whole journey back to Castle Black.

Only what you didn’t know is that you wouldn’t have to wait the whole journey to see him.

As you walked in the streets, a hand grabbed your arm from behind and pulled you into an alleyway. You yanked your arm loose, and pinned the man against the wall with your dagger.

With your dagger pressed against his throat, “It’s me!” Podrick said

As soon as you registered it was Podrick, you dropped the dagger. “Oh-“ You said shocked, you held his face, “I’m sorry-I’m so sorry- I was stupid-“

He grabbed your face, “You’re not stupid.” asserting.

You shook your head, “I’m sorry.” You said, beginning to cry again. Though he did not wish to hear apologies, because he did not need them. He pulled you in close and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was passionate, and desperate.

Your kiss was an apology, and a proclamation of devotion.

As you pulled away, you looked around and noticed that the crowds around you were paying more attention to you. “We’d better move.” Podrick said, taking your hand and pulling you along.

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You and Podrick we're now on the rode together for the first time. You aimed your bow and arrow at a rabbit, far into the woods.

“Sh- If you’re too loud you’ll scare it.” You said as Podrick kneeled beside you as you tried to get your aim perfect.

Podrick looked out into the woods, “Think we might be too far-” before he could continue, you let your arrow loose, and it flew across the woods. Piercing through the rabbit's skull, “How’d you get so good at that?” Podrick asked in astonishment.

You shrugged, “Time… Lots of it. Boredom.” You said standing and approaching the rabbit.

Podrick shuffled to stand, and followed you into the woods, “I had time, and lots of boredom. Never had anyone to teach me.”

“My father taught me some before he up and left and then my brother taught me some before he up and left too. Then my aunt.” You continued, holding your skirts as you walked further and further into the woods.

“Most girls get taught how to sew, needle point-”

You took his hand, “I can do some of that. Sewing up wounds and all that.” You said as you turned his palm over, showing him his scar of the wound you stitched up. Making him smile. You kept holding his hand as you continued, “My mother was a young bride. From what I hear she would have taught me to make dresses and embroider silks. But…I killed her when I came out of her.” Before Podrick could respond to what you had said, you got to the dead rabbit in the woods. You picked it up, holding it up by its legs, “Do you know how to skin a rabbit?”

That night, Podrick, somewhat in an attempt to impress you, built you a fire, and cooked you that rabbit. However much he had improved he was not much of a cook. Though you appreciated the gesture all the same.

As you ate it, you attempted not to grimace, “It’s not bad.” You said to Podrick, who knew you were being polite. “I like mine burnt anyway.” You shrugged and he smiled at you softly, “You don’t need to know how to cook to be a knight.”

“Suppose not.” He smiled, taking another bite of his burnt rabbit.

“You came for me?” You looked back at him.

He looked back to you, “Course I did.”

You placed the burnt rabbit down, and snuggled up closer to him. “I am sorry.” You placed a hand on top of his, “I should have listened to you.”

“People usually don’t.” He shrugged, genuinely not seeing the issue.

“I should.” You asserted, you leaned in closer to him “Your words mean a great deal to me.” You looked down in shame, “I don’t understand this thing. If I cannot change its course, then all it does is torment me.” You said somberly.

He took your hand, “I want to help you understand your gift. Whatever it may be.” He brought your knuckles to his lips.

You smiled at him as he kissed your hand, “And I want to help become a Knight.”

“You do?” He asked with a giddy smile.

You nodded, “Of course, as long as you’re not a KingsGuard. I can’t have you swearing to chastity. It’d be a great waste of your talents.” You jested.

“Talents?” He stifled a laugh,

“Your talents that are renowned around all the brothels in westeros.” You teased, and he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you on top of him, “Ah!” you giggled,

As you settled on top of him he looked up at you with adoration and warmth, “You’re the only woman I’ll ever touch.” He said earnestly.

You smiled and stifled a laugh as you ran your hand through his hair. “Well, I am sure all the whores in the realm will be quite disappointed.” He did not say anything, just continued to look up at you with loving eyes, “What?” you asked innocently.

His smile tugged on the corners of his mouth slightly, making him smile wider for a moment. “Would you take me as your husband?” He asked you, his grip around your waist tightening ever so slightly.

You smiled warmly, placed your hands on his cheeks, now covered in an unfamiliar stubble. “Of course, you imbecile.” You thought it was obvious. You abandoned him once, and now we’re determined never again. You pressed his forehead against your own, “You and me.” You whispered.

His hand that caressed your back, trailed up to hold the back of your neck. Pressing his lips against yours. You rocked your hips teasingly against him, and his hand tangled into your hair. Your hands roamed his chest, and his arms, admiring how strong they’d gotten. He did the same, his hand pawing at the neckline of your gown.

You were content on ridding him of his pants, and riding him, but you were interrupted by the sounds of twigs snapping under the weight of a person's feet.

You pulled away from him, looking out into the woods. “Sh-“ You hushed him before he could even speak.

“What?” He asked quietly.

“Footsteps.” You replied. You got off of him, and pulled him up to stand.

Soon the footsteps grew louder as they approached. And soon, a man appeared on a great black horse. A man in Bolton colors, with a Bolton sigil on his horse.

“Hello there.” The man said with a disingenuous smile.

It was silent for a moment. You were unwilling to respond, simply glaring at the man who spoke to you. Podrick however did, “Hello.” he said in an attempt to ease the tension.

The man, noticing your glare, smirked, “My Lady.” He said in greeting to you, once again.

“Can I help you?” Podrick asked, attempting to get some of the attention away from you.

The man still looking at you said, “She your lady?”

Podrick looked at you, noticing your hostile glare, he let out a small sigh before saying “Aye.”

“Not much of a talker is she?” The man’s eyes still did not leave you, you rolled your eyes at his comment.

Podrick looked back at the man, “She can choose when she speaks. Can I help you with something?” Podrick asked, trying to understand what the man wanted.

“No. But maybe, I could help you. Where are you traveling.” The man still holding up his pleasant facade.

“You can’t help us.” You interjected, knowing the man was “Will make our own way.”

“Not a polite birdie, are you?” The man asked, grinning at you.

“He asked what you wanted.” You said, your eyes hard and narrowed at the man.

The man bit his lip, and stifled a laugh. He shrugged, “I want to know what you’re doing here.” “Then we can’t help you. Now fuck off.” You said with a tilt of your head. Podrick felt a dread growing inside of him.

Your words riled up the man, he huffed and began to speak again “Listen-”

“Stop talking.” You commanded,

The man was thrown off by your words, it angered him, “I will not stop talking, woman. If I have something to say-”

You aimed your bow and arrow at the man, “I said stop talking. Leave.”

“You let your woman speak for you?” The man asked mockingly, looking at Podrick.

“He’s one of Bolton’s men.” You said to Podrick, in a low tone.

“And I take it you two aren’t?” The man said with a crooked grin.

“She told you to leave.” Podrick said, reaching for the hilt of his sword.

In return, the man pulled out his own sword, and pointed it towards Podrick.

Your eyes narrowed, “I don’t like men who don’t listen.” You just released your arrow. It flew and hit the man in his eye, killing him just like the rabbit you killed earlier that night.

You looked at Podrick, who looked at you in awe. Never having seen you kill another person. “We’d best keep going then.”

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By the time you had arrived back to Castle Black, tensions between the Starks and the Boltons had risen. As soon as you set foot within the walls of Castle Black Jon summoned you. He handed you a letter written by Ramsay Bolton. A letter threatening killing, pillaging, raping, burning, and varies forms of torture to all tratorus houses.

“Like bad poetry.” You said as you finished the letter.

“We’ve been threatened with war. If we are to take back Winterfell we will need an army, an army we don’t have.” Jon said with a brooding face.

“You want the Mormont army? You’ll find it to be lacking in numbers, no doubt. Though our men and women fight harder than any other army.” You said proudly.

“So you’ll give us the men?” Jon asked, you could sense the desperation in his voice.

You shook your head, “I have no sway. Lyanna is the Lady of Bear Island, not I.”

“You are the eldest living inherited Mormont, you have claim-”

“Out of the question.” You interrupted him, “Lyanna stepped into her role admirably in place of my aunt. She’s served the house well. I will not return just to take it from her. I do not want it.” You asserted adamantly.

“Convince her then.” Jon pleaded with you, “Lyanna Mormont has been unwilling to provide aid to anyone.” He said as he handed you another letter.

As you unscrolled the letter you read the words, “Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is Stark." In your cousin's writing.

You smiled at her writing, “She is just like her mother.” You rolled the scroll back up and handed it back to Job, “I’ll go. Though I am not sure it will help you. Mormont’s hold grudges, and I left them holding a rather large one.”

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And so you did. You got on a ship with Davos Seaworth, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, and of course her sworn sword Brienne, and her squire Podrick. Who was now your intended.

As your ship approached the docks of Bear Island, you looked out the front of the ship at the giant green island you were approaching. You felt uneasy, like your stomach aches. Nervous for what the people of the island would say. But you’d never let that show.

Podrick, who stood behind you, leaned forward to hold your hand, but was interrupted by Jon’s voice.

“Any… advice?” He asked, unsure if you would be able to help at all.

“Don’t rely on flattery or small talk. She might be young but being called pretty will not soften her judgment.” You spoke plainly as you looked at the green mountains of the island, “Infact do not attempt small talk with anyone on the Island. Be blunt, and harsh with your words. It is the only way to get their attention.”

“You suggest we walk in and demand their army?” He asked, displeased with your answer.

“Essentially, yes.” You nodded and looked back to Jon, “You remember how to handle my father?” You asked with a raised brow,

Jon scoffed, “You believe the girl of ten and three is as hard as he is?”

“Harder.” You asserted, looking back to the ship's port. You noticed someone as your ship docked. A man by the name of Dareon. Ser Dareon, a man who once loved you, who fucked you only once when you and he were both quite drunk. However you did not love him back. Since that day he and you shared a mutual disdain for one another. “Fuck…” You murmured under your breath.

Podrick, hearing what you said, leaned in close to you, “You know him?” You looked at him with an uncomfortable and concerned expression.

Unable to explain it to him, and he unable to prod you for more information, your ship docked into the port. As you stepped off the boat, you looked at the knight with irritation. Irritated simply by his presence. “Hello, Ser Dareon.”

“Fuck is she doing ‘ere?” Dareon asked Jon, angry that he had brought you.

“This is my home, Ser Dareon.” You said irritated.

“It’s your home when it suits you?” He said mockingly, he turned to some of the other men beside him, “Tell Lady Mormont, the deserter has returned.”

“I’ll see my cousin now.” You said, not willing to wait.

“Aye, she’ll see you. Not them.” A guard from the house said. Your arrival must have been announced already. “The Lady wishes to speak with her kin, then she’ll speak to the rest of you.” He said looking at Jon, Sansa, Davos, and Podrick.

“He comes with me.” You said linking your arm with Podrick’s. After all, if you were going to marry him, he would soon become her kin as well.

“Who the fucks he?” Ser Dareon spat, his tone oozed with thinly veiled jealousy.

“My betrothed, Podrick Payne.” You said with your head held high, it made Podrick smirk to himself. “Now get the fuck out of my way.” You said with venom dripping from your voice as you pushed past him with Podrick’s arm linked to yours.

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As you entered the great hall of your home. You looked around, the familiar interior seemingly offering you no comfort as you stood in front of your younger cousin, Lyanna. You bowed your head respectfully to her, as did Podrick.

“And who is this?” Lyanna asked, already exhausted by the situation. She sat at a large table in the great hall, the same chair your Father used to sit.

“Some westernmen by the name of Podrick Payne, My Lady.” Ser Dareon said, intentionally wanting to get under your skin.

“My Intended.” You added, proudly.

“Payne?” Your young cousin said, “Of House Payne?” Her voice dripped with disdain, “The same house which raised Illyn Payne? The same Illyn Payne that took Ned Stark's head?” She attacked with her words.

“His name isn’t Illyn, is it?” You defended. Podrick stood unsure of how or when to interject. This was your home, and he desperately wished to be accepted, even if you yourself hardly were.

Lyanna’s small, and beady eyes landed on you again, “You leave us to travel across the seven kingdoms, become the Queen’s handmaiden, and return with a westerman for a husband?” She questioned you hard.

Though her words were hard, you spoke softly. “I left, that's true. I left after I had nothing left here. I was kidnapped by the Lannisters and forced into their service. Once I was able to escape, I did.”

“Once my mother was killed.” She added.

“No.” You asserted emphatically.

“You want to be head of house now? Now that you’re the eldest Mormont. Eldest inherited Mormont.” She was accused.

You shook your head. “No. Truth is I would hate to be in your position.” You spoke plainly, “And you seem to be better suited to the role.” You said earnestly.

“She is.” Ser Dareon interjected,

“Enough out of you.” Lyanna snapped at Ser Dareon, and then turned her attention to Podrick once again, “Let’s hear from him then. What house do you fight for?”

“My Lady,” Podrick said respectfully, stepping forward, “I squire for Brienne of Tarth, the sworn sword to Lady Sansa Stark.”

“House Stark then?” Lyanna asked, attempting to get to the point.

“No, my Lady.” He shook his head, “I fight for (Y/N).” He looked at you, “My house is (Y/N).”

NOTE: I am so sorry this sucks lmao, I have the worst brain fog from covid it is insane.

Y/N: I don’t be giving no fucks. I say whatever I want I do whatever I want. I’m counting up-

Podrick: Money for fun! ☝️😜

Bambi

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Sugar & Violence

Podrick Payne x reader

+:✿ Chapter 3 ✿:+ : Waves Of Emotion

Chapters: 1 | 2 | _ | 4

CW: afab reader, SMUT, MDNI, Oral (Mutual), unprotected P in V sex, praise, insanely sweet fluff, mention of alcohol consumption, mention of NSFW themes.

Word Count: 5125

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

It had been some time since your night with Podrick.

Since then you and he rarely had a moment together alone longer than a few moments. On the walks back from Tyrion's chambers you would speak quietly. About anything. And when you arrived at your chamber if there were no one around you would kiss him. However, that was all.

Ever since Margery and Joffrey were engaged, your moments together had grown fewer and far between.

Tonight was the wedding of Lord Tyrion and Lady Sansa. One that you knew was not going to be a happy one. But with this wedding on the way it would seem Margerys was becoming closer. With her as queen you’d be free soon enough.

“What was it like?” Margery asked as she rummaged through her gowns in her wardrobe.

“He finished me first. No man has ever done that.” You said as laid on a lounge chair while you chewed on some grapes.

“If you were paid to do it, would you refuse the money?” She said not turning her attention away from the dresses in front of her.

“I never refuse money.” You said as you plucked another grape off its vine.

“Do you believe another would?” She asked looking back at you,

“Perhaps.” You looked at the grape vine you stripped clean. You realized you’d no interest in disclosing any intimate details about Podrick. As if it were a betrayal to him. You changed the subject as you threw the bare grape vine onto a tray next to you. “What was your evening with Joffrey like?”

She looked back at the dresses in front of her. “Enchanting as always.” She said sarcastically, “Let's change the subject shall we?” She spun around holding two dresses, “Black or Red?”

“We already dressed you.” You said with a raised eyebrow

“This one is for you.” She said with a smirk

“I have to come to that repulsive ceremony?” You whined

“You are my lady,”

“I am your handmaiden.” You corrected her,

“And I wish for you to be with me during such a repulsive ceremony.” She held the dresses up higher trying to direct your attention back to them.

“No green?” You pout your lips.

“It’s a Lannister wedding, you are fortunate I am not making you wear gold. Or perhaps one of those terrible wrapped gowns Cersei wears.” You continued to pout and she felt the need to convince you, “Joffrey already does not like all the green you wear.” She sighed

“Black.” You conceded, at least black was the second color of your house.

Margery buttoned and tied you into the gown. she turned you around and rested her chin on your shoulder as you looked into the mirror.

“You are going to need moon tea after that boy sees you tonight.”

“No need, he won’t finish in me. He says he does not want to “sully my body”” You said the last part in a mocking tone

“He said that?” Her eyes widened and you nodded, “I’d say he does love you.”

“No, he doesn’t” You shook your head.

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The ceremony was as droll as you imagined.

However it did once again give you an opportunity to dance and drink.

As the night went on you tried your best to get on with the things that brought you joy, like drinking and dancing however none of them were helping. You danced from man to man, all of them pleasant enough but none of them made you feel the way Podrick did.

You looked around the room that night and saw Podrick standing behind Tyrion’s wedding table. He was dressed somewhat nicer than normal, wearing a cape. He stood there with his arms crossed and a timid yet stoic expression. As soon as your eyes found him, his eyes met yours.

You took a break from dancing and grabbed a chalice of wine. You made your way over to Podrick, once he noticed this he stood up straighter.

“Podrick,” You said with a slight nod, greeting him.

“Lady (Y/N),” He looked flustered, “You look beautiful.” He said softly

“It’s Lady Margery's dress,” You said, running your hands over the fabric of the gown.

“No, I meant you.” He said softer, and your eyes went back to him. “I would like to ask you for a dance, really I would but I cannot leave my Lord.” He said, keeping his eyes low as if he were disappointed in himself.

“I see,” You said looking over to Tyrion, who was drowning himself in his cups. “He seems to be enjoying himself. In one way or another I suppose.” You said with a smirk, making Podrick smile “Besides, I have grown tired of dancing. Hardly seems appropriate.” You said into your chalice.

“How do you mean?” He asked

“Does this appear to be a happy or willing union?” You asked as your eyes wandered from the drunk older lord to the young to the miserable young lady.

“Well I-“ He began but was interrupted by the shouting of Joffrey.

“Come, everyone! Time for the bedding ceremony!” Joffrey shouted pulling Sansa along with him

“Bedding ceremony, a great joke.” You said sarcastically lower.

“There will be no bedding ceremony.” Tyrion said,

“Where is your respect for tradition, uncle? Come everyone pick her up and take her to her wedding bed, rid her of her gown she won't be needing it any longer.” Joffrey commanded Podrick however took a step backwards,

“Ladies attend to my uncle, he’s not heavy.” Joffrey said mockingly

“There will be no bedding ceremony.” Tyrion reaserted.

“There will be if I command it!” Joffrey Shouted back,

“Then you will be fucking your own bride with a wooden cock!” Tyrion shouted as he stabbed the table with his knife.

As the tension grew, Podrick slowly moved his arm in front of you and gently pushed you behind him. You were unsure of how he planned to protect you if anything did happen but the gesture made you feel a warmth growing in your belly.

You stood behind Podrick, standing closer to his back as you watched the exchange dwindle out. As Tywin was able to play Tyrion’s justified rage filled outburst as a joke and drunken foolishness.

Tyrion eventually got up and began to walk away with his new bride.

As the two of them walked off, you leaned toward over Podricks shoulder and whispered in his ear, “Not quite a happy union, would you say?”

You then walked past him and out of the feasting hall.

The scene that played out in front of you made you feel sick. How Joffrey's cruelty may lay dormant towards Margery for now it may not forever.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

You went for a walk outside. Walking along the stone walls that stand beside the ocean sea. You took in the sounds of the sea, how comforting it was to hear. It reminded you of the Island, how the ocean wrapped around it beautifully. You held yourself tightly as the cold air blew past.

“Are you running away?” Podrick’s voice beckoned uncharacteristically loud, it made you jump. You turned around and saw him standing there, like a scared puppy.

“You scared me!” You clenched your neck,

Podrick walked closer towards you, “I am sorry- are you leaving?” He reiterated his question,

“No, no I’m not.” You relaxed a bit, walking closer to him, “How’d you find me?” You questioned.

“I-I-” He stammered

“Were you following me?” You asked with narrow eyes.

“I wanted to be sure you got to your room safely.” He kept his eyes low

“I can ensure my own safety.” You said, still a little angry how he scared you.

“I know, I know you can, I’m sorry.” He said about to leave you,

“Podrick,” You said as you walked to him, grabbing ahold of his arm, “It’s alright, I’m sorry. I was only frightened.”

“I didn’t want to scare you,” He said as his hand found yours, “I just saw you out here and I-” He stammered again, “I thought you might be leaving.”

“I’m not. I needed to get away for a moment.” You pulled him along, walking along the water. “The water calms me.”

“Reminds you of home?” He asked softly.

You nodded, “I miss it terribly.”

“I’m glad you’re not leaving.” he pulled your arm closer, pulling you closer. “I’m sorry I did not dance with you tonight.” He looked at you, his eyes were deep and loving, it scared you.

“I didn’t ask you to,” You say, looking away from his gaze.

“No but I regret not doing it.”

“You had a duty.” You say lowering your head, before looking back at him “Besides, you still can.”

“Now?” He asked as he stopped walking.

“Why not?” You smiled softly,

“There's no music-” He began as you pulled him closer in front of you, wrapping one of your arms around his neck and the other taking his hand.

“There is, there is the sound of the ocean.” You said as you rested your head on his shoulder. His hand found your waist as you both swayed together. Using the sounds of the waves to keep your rhythm.

“I know nothing of your life.” You said sweet and soft into his ear.

“I told you, I squired for ser-”

“I know that but I don’t know about your life. Before all of that.”

“Not much to say I fear. I mean there is, but it's not interesting.” He stammered slightly as your hand trailed across his back, “I was born in the Westlands. My father died in Greyjoy’s Rebellion, my mother left when I was young. I was taken in by my cousin.”

“Was he kind to you?” You asked sweetly into his ear as you continued to sway back and forth.

“I suppose he gave me shelter. I did things for him, tended his horses, cleaned his mail-”

“You were his squire.”

He couldn’t argue with it, it was true.

“I had a dog, Hero.” His voice was softer than velvet.

“Was he one?”

“No, but he was a good dog.”

“Do you ever miss it? Your home?” You asked as you let go of his hand, wrapping both arms now around his neck.

“No. I didn’t really have one, I mean I did but… I didn’t.”

“You must think I’m silly for wanting to leave mine.” You lifted your head from his shoulder, now having the courage to look him in the eye.

“I wouldn’t think that. But I am curious as to why you did.”

“When you’re on the Island, they believe there is nothing outside of it. Nothing of value or beauty. Life there had become dull, but I miss it. The dull is comfortable.” You said with a sadness in your voice,

“What was it like?” He asked you, wanting to know more about you desperately.

“I’ve told you, cold and dark.” You smirked,

“No, not the Island, your life. What kind of clothes did you wear, what did you do everyday, what kind of foods did you eat, who did you know?” He asked you softly

“Well,” You sighed, “I wore much more than this,” You looked down at your dress. “Furs, leathers, armors,”

“I’d like to see you in that.” He said with a uncharacteristically confident smirk,

“Would you?” You said with a flirtatious smile.

“Mhm” He said, his hand coming up to brush some of your hair behind your ear, “Keep going,”

“What was next?”

“What did I do everyday?” “What did you do everyday?” You asked in unison, making you giggle,

“Mm lets see, riding, archery, and sword trainings. But I grew tired of that quickly, and turned my attention to healing.”

“You’re quite good at it.”

“Thank you,” You smiled, and he nodded at you wanting you to continue with his questions, “Right… Foods were less decadent as the foods here. Hardly ever any fruits. Kidney or liver pie, soup, really anything hot. And as for people, I knew everyone on that Island.”

“Any men?”

“Yes, many men.” You smiled holding back a giggle

“Did you love any of them?” He held you slightly tighter,

“No.” You shook your head, “I had been with men, not many. However none of them I loved, much less did they perform well enough to inspire any interest.”

“Do I do well enough?” He leaned in closer and spoke softly, just in case anyone was around to hear it.

“Very well,” You smiled, “but you already know that.” You said leaning your forehead against his, rubbing your nose against his. When you pulled away you asked softly, “Have you ever loved a woman?”

“No.” He responded quickly

“You’ve been with a woman before though,” You asked with a raised eyebrow

“Yes. But, it was… only.. Physical.” He seemed flustered by the question.

“Other handmaidens?” You teased

It only flustered him more, “No- no, no, they were…”

“Whores?”

“How did you-”

“Rumors spread quickly, though I suppose worse rumors have been told.”

“You do not judge me for it?”

“Every man has done it. Very little of them admit it. Even fewer of them would admit it to a woman, I’d not judge your honesty.” You smiled softly

“I won’t be doing it again.”

“You’d not enjoyed it?”

He shook his head “I wouldn’t anymore.” His eyes became desperate, and filled with longing “I’ve missed being near you.” His voice was lower, and his grip on you tighter. It didn’t feel like lust. It felt like something that scared you terribly.

“Stop that.” You said, almost a plea.

“I don’t believe you see how wonderful you are. I don’t know how you don’t, but you don’t.” His hands went from your waist to your face, cupping your jaw. “When you asked me if I had ever loved a woman. I said no, but that was a lie because the answer was yes and it was now. I love you.” His voice was desperate.

“Stop that I said-“ You said pulling his hands away from your face,

“I can’t, I can’t hold it inside any longer, I love you.” He said as you passed him, almost running away.

Spending so long being used for one thing, it didn’t make sense for someone to love you. And for you to love someone else.

How could you love someone when you were so close to leaving this place. As you walked down the halls, tears in your eyes. You realized you weren’t walking back to your own room but his. You realized that you did love him. And you realized that he loved you. If you were going home once Margery was queen and you’d never see him again. You wanted, no you needed to tell him at least.

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When you walked into his chamber you waited for him. It wasn’t long till he arrived.

Podrick walked into his chamber. He looked like he had cried. A he noticed you and you could see the relief wash over him.

“I thought I scared you off.” You said, breathing a sigh of relief as he approached you.

“It wasn’t you that scared me. But you were right, I am frightened.” You said as you wrapped your arms around him

“Tell me why?” He pleaded as you petted your hair.

“Once Margery is queen, she had promised me that she’d send me home. I was frightened of how much pain I’m going to be in when that happens.” You held his face in your hands, “But I could be content here. If you were with me.” You smiled softly, eyes still glassy from the tears.

“I can’t make you stay somewhere like this if you’ve a chance to leave it. A chance to be somewhere where you’d be treated as you deserve. Where your name has weight. Where you’d have power.” He said softly his eyes filled with a heavy sorrow

“You wouldn’t be making me.” You shook your head.

“(Y/N),” He began

“Stop,.. I admit I find it hard to find the language to describe this. Where I come from we don’t speak of such things. It’s silly and pathetic to us. But I find the urge to tell you this now.” You pleaded, “I’ve not felt this emotion toward another. Ever. It is greater than any ambition or desire I have. It makes me forget the things I miss because I know if I’m without you, I’ll miss you far greater than all that. I believe this to be what they say love is. Tell me, have you felt what you feel for me for anyone other than myself? If you have, say it now, plainly. And I will not burden you-“

Podrick took you by your face and kissed you deeply. Desperately.

He broke your kiss, he held his grasp on your cheeks.

“It’s a feeling that consumes me and my thoughts. I feel it surrounds me whenever I am near you, and I feel it’s absence when I am without you. Like a cold emptiness in my chest. Each night, when I lay alone I think of your face. No, no I have never felt this for another.” He brushed your cheek with his thumb, he looked into your eyes in awe. “This must be that companionship they talk about in songs and books, but it feels like we’re inventing something.” He said, a small smile pulling slightly at the corners of his mouth.

“Do all lovers feel that way?” You asked, breathlessly as you held him close.

“I only care for us, how we feel, how you feel.”

“I miss your lips on mine, kiss me again.” You said into his lips as he kissed you again.

This kiss was desperate, passionate, and loving. His lips were gentle but firm. Your lips left his as they kissed his jaw and his neck. Your hand roamed from his back to shoulder down to his stomach and then to his cock.

Breathlessly Podrick spoke again, “I watched you all night,” He said stifling a moan as you palmed his hardening cock through his breeches.

“Did you?” You whispered into his neck,

“I did,” He moaned softly, “I envied every man who danced with you-”

“Envied?” You whispered into his ear as you kissed and licked at his ear.

“Hated.” He corrected, his voice deeper than it was before.

“You’re the only man I want.” You said, breathlessly as you pulled the ties of his breeches loose

He shook his head, “You’re the only woman I have ever wanted.” He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, you kissed his thumb.

“I want you to feel good.” You said, almost in a moan.

“I feel very good-” He said but was catch off guard by you getting on your knees, he stammered slightly “You don’t have to”

“You don’t want me to?” You asked as you slowly released him from his breeches. You took him in your hand. Admiring just how pretty his cock was. It was girthy enough that you just about couldn’t close your fist around it.

“I- I do but I don’t want you to feel as if you need to.”

“Sweet boy, “ You kissed the head of it making him swallow hard as his cock twitched, “would it change how you think of me if I told you I want to do this.” You asked, looking up at him with doe like eyes.

He shook his head no, and was about to tell you how he would never think of you differently when he let out a moan as you licked up and down his shaft.

He grasped at your hair instinctively but released his grasp almost immediately not wanting to feel like he was forcing you. But his hand stayed on top of your head.

“Beautiful,” He cooed as he petted your hair

You pulled your tongue away from his tip,

“You like it?” you asked sweetly as you took his tip into your mouth.

“Ve-Very m-much” He stammered trying not to moan

You took him out of your mouth once more, “You can tell me,” you said before sinking him into your mouth completely.

“I don’t want to be vulgar to you- mmmm,” He gripped slightly harder onto the crown of your head as you sucked harder, working your tongue so skillfully up and down his shaft “but it’s so good. Gods!” He winced

“(Y/N), please, I need to- to-“ He stammered as he pulled himself out of your mouth. He dropped to his knees and kissed you deeply. “I wasn’t going to last long, I don’t want to finish yet,” He whispered into your mouth.

His mouth moved away from yours to kiss your cheek, and your jaw, then your neck. “I’ll be careful not to bruise you this time, I promise” He said sickeningly sweet.

“I don’t care if you do,” You said as he wrapped an arm around your lower back, he began moving closer and closer to you, slowly pushing you down onto the ground.

You smiled up at him as you laid on the ground. You pulled your skirts up exposing your dampened small clothes. Podrick took your hand, kissed the inside of your wrist, then your palm, then each of your fingers.

“I want you,” You said softly,

He kissed from your hand, to your wrist, down your arm, all the way to your shoulder, til finally he kissed your neck.

“Can I do… something.” He whispered into your neck, you nodded back in return.

He pulled your small clothes off, and kissed your inner thighs gently. “If we were wed,” He kissed your other thighs' delicate inner skin, “I’d never let them perform the bedding ceremony.” He bit your inner thigh delicately making you whimper and squirm, “I’d never let any man handle you that way.” He said into your weeping cunt, the vibration of his voice made you mewl. He began by simply kissing your clit. One of his hands ran up and down your inner thigh, while the other he used to run his thumb up and down your aching slit.

“More, please..” You mewled,

“Whatever you wish,” He said before he pushed a finger into your weeping core as he began to suck on your clit. You arched your back at the sensation, your eyes went to the back of your head as you whimpered out his name.

Then he pushed in a second finger, and curled his fingers upwards into that sweet spot in your cunt. Pulsing his two fingers against it, again and again. It made you moan out, “Podri-Mphm!” you curled your toes and gripped his hair tightly, making him moan into your cunt, the vibration against your clit only making the pleasure that more intense. “Aaawh!” You practically cried out.

You could believe someone would refuse payment for this.

You couldn’t help but buck and grind against his face, which he didn’t seem to mind telling by the way he moaned into your cunt.

But you didn’t want to come undone on his fingers and tongue, you wanted more, needed more.

“Podrick,” You said softly, and he immediately halted his actions and looked up at you.

Those big brown puppy eyes, so sweet and loving. You petted the top of his head, rubbing your thumb against his temple a few times. “I need you, all of you.”

He arose from between your thighs. Panting, and immediately pulling you into a kiss. You could taste the sweetness, the bitterness, the saltiness, it was intoxicating, and it was you.

“You taste so good, so good,” He whispered into your lips as he positioned his aching cock against your soaking entrance.

“I love you,” He said, and before you could say it back he was sliding inside of you, you moaned loudly and clenched around him making him bury his face into your neck and moan out your name so desperately.

You gripped at his back. With his face in your neck, you kissed into his ear between your own desperate moans. As he pumped himself in and out of you, his hand found your face, cupping your cheeks and looking into your eyes with awe and wonder. Love.

“Do- Mmmphm! Do I fe-feel good enough?” You asked breathlessly between moans. It made him smile and thrust even harder into you,

“Very,” He thrusted harder, “Very,” and harder, “Very” and harder again, “Very good.”

As his thrusts continued, faster, and harder, he trailed down your body and to your cunt again. Circling your clit, he somehow always knew just how much pressure to apply. You felt yourself tightening, and so could he.

You thrusted against him, the lewd sounds of your bodies colliding mixed with the sounds of your shared moans filled the room.

As you felt your peak reaching you grabbed ahold of his throat, tightening your grip only slightly. Enough for him to feel the pleasure of it.

“I want it this time, I want it in me.” You whimpered against his lips as you held him by his throat,

He nodded frantically in return as his thrusts became more and more erratic and you clenched down on his cock more and more. The heat is tightening in your stomach more and more.

Soon you finally felt his hot seed spill inside of you, you felt the heat spread inside of you. It was too much for you and you came alongside him.

He stayed in you for a moment. You both held one another panting, sometimes kissing one another before he pulled out of you.

Still panting he laid beside you, on the floor of your chamber, still in your disheveled clothing, your fingers entwined.

You looked over at him, still trying to catch your breath, “How did you get so good at that?” you asked softly.

“I hoped for so long I would find someone I loved. I imagined it all, countless times.” He looked over to you, “Waiting for you.”

“You dreamt of it?” You asked in a whisper,

“No, I thought of you.”

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NOTE:

If anyone gets the Portrait of a lady on fire reference I will kiss you on the mouth.

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catsteeth · 7 months ago

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Sugar & Violence

Podrick Payne x reader

+:✿ Chapter 4 ✿:+ : Loyalty

1-2-3-_-5

CW: afab reader, SMUT(ish), MDNI, teasing, grinding, minor character death, talk of pregnancy and contraceptives, insanely sweet fluff, mention of alcohol consumption, mention of NSFW themes.

Word Count: 2868

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As you and Margery walked, we discussed the night of passion you and Podrick had shared.

“Sounds like I was right about the tea.” She teased, she leaned into you and held onto your arm tighter “I’d say you love him.”

“I’d say I do, enough to stay here.” You said coldy, but gave her a small smile.

“Don’t be so selfless. You are giving him your life you know? You didn’t even give me that.” Margery did not understand how or why you would allow yourself to love a man so much that you’d allow yourself to remain captive. And she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a bit jealous.

“I know that well.” You nodded, you didn’t understand it yourself. But you knew you loved him enough to stay.

“He has some gift if it makes whores refuse money and you refuse freedom.” She jested, making you smile,

“I guess he does.” You held back a laugh.

“I am happy to have you stay.” She said as she rubbed your arm with her palm.

“I am happy to be with you.” You said, smiling back at her.

“Has he proposed to you?”

You shook your head, and looked down “No, but he has talked about… being…”

“Oh please, you can talk about bedding him but not wedding him?”

“Seems more intimate than fucking.” You said wincing slightly

“You’d be a good match.” She said warmly

“You’ve never heard us speak together,”

“No but if a man as common as he is has inspired such idiotic selflessness from one of the most willful women I know he must be good to you. In more ways than one.” You and her smiled at one another, you held her arm closer to you. “Come now, my grandmother wants us to pick a necklace for the wedding.”

“You haven’t picked one yet?” You raised an eyebrow,

“I have, she hasn’t.” You both giggled,

Walking off you and Margery met Olena who was still unimpressed with the necklaces presented.

However she was impressed with the Lady who came to talk with Margery. And you would be lying if you said you were not also.

A large and strong woman, Brienne of Tarth.

You’d heard stories and murmurs about her strength. She was able to best Loras, knocking him to the dirt.

You were so taken with admiration you couldn’t wait to tell your most adored companion about it that night.

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You walked into Podricks chambers late that night, just to be sure that he’d be there and not attending to his lord.

He was sitting on his bed, only in his breeches and tunic, taking off his last boot.

As you entered, you closed the door, leaning back against it.

“Hello, there Ser Podrick Payne.” You said in a half serious seductive voice.

“Hello Lady Mormont,” He smiled at you, and you began to walk up to him, smiling ear to ear. “You look happy.” He said, reaching his hands out to you. You took his hands, intertwining your fingers together as you stood between his thighs.

“I’ve just met the most extraordinary knight-“ You began but saw his face change from delight to jealousy, “Oh don’t look like that it was a woman,” You said as you started wrapping his arms around you

“A woman knight?” He said confused,

You wrapped your own arms around his neck, “okay maybe she wasn’t a knight but she was everything but.”

“you seem quite taken by her.” He smiled up at you, his hands traveling up and down your back.

“You should see her. Nearly seven feet tall I would wager, I hear she fights better than all the men in this shit city. Stronger too… Maybe not as strong as the hound or the mountain but… strong.” You spoke about her as if you’d just witnessed a wonder. You climbed on top of his lap, your legs on either side of him. “When I was a girl, I would have wanted to be like just her.”

“And what about now? What do you want to be like now?” He asked as you pushed him down onto his bed, still smiling.

“Like this… I like my position now.” You smiled, running your fingers down his chest. “It’s quite comfortable.” You said leaning down kissing his lips.

“I like seeing you like this.”

“On top of you?” You teased, raising an eyebrow

“Happy.” He smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear. “But yes, that too.” He kissed you once more, “What was this lady knight's name?”

“Why? I’ve spoken so highly of her, you wish to run away with her?” You jested as you kissed his neck.

He let out a small groan at the sensation, but held it in as you continued. “I wish to know the name of the ser lady who’s brought my lady such happiness.” He petted your hair as you continued to kiss his neck.

You stopped for a moment, looking at him lovingly, ‘my lady’... you thought. But unwilling to draw any attention to it, you answered him. “Brienne of Tarth.”

“If she’s brought you such joy then she is worth every bit of praise.” He said kissing your neck and collarbone.

His hands roamed your body, caressing the sweet spots that he’d learned fairly quickly were your weaknesses as you learned his was his neck.

You let out a sweet breathless whimper as you caressed his face, pulling it away from your chest, and placing a kiss on his lips before you spoke “We mustn’t. But your hands are… as always quite inviting.” You smiled weakly

“I haven’t held you in some time.”

“Not since your Lord's wedding night.” You lips teasingly grazed his own,

“How have you felt… since that night. I mean, you’ve not had any uhm-“ He stammered, but you knew what he meant.

“Margery gave me moon tea and I’ve had my blood. You don’t need to worry about unpleasantness.” You knew your quick answer and tone would have signaled that you were angry or annoyed but it was just how you spoke. Direct and to the point.

“I didn’t mean to- I am sorry I just wanted to be sure. If we did it… create.. one it would be a-“ He stammered again,

“A bastard. I know this. Exactly the reason I drank the tea.” You tried to soften your tone this time as you ran your fingertips through his hair.

“But if we were- perhaps in different circumstances- we could have seen what would have come?” He said sweetly, you caressed his cheek before kissing him.

“Sweet boy.” You said into his lips, kissing him deeper, “Mmm” you moaned out as his tongue found yours. You ran your fingernails against his neck, dragging them slightly making him groan. “I can’t, I’ve a wedding to ready Margery for.” You said sitting up, as you did you felt his stiffened cock pressing against your inner thigh, “Oh,” You looked down and saw the bulge straining against his breeches, “I’m sorry-” You squeeked

He held your hand, “It’s alright, I enjoyed it. Truly, I missed you.” He said softly with a smile.

“Sweetest boy.” You said pressing a kiss into his hand.

“I shall see you at the wedding?”

“Naturally. You going to dance with me?” You asked teasingly, you took his hand and bit on his finger lightly.

He smiled at your bite, “I’ll beg my Lord to let me if I must. Are you going to dance with any other men?” He asked somewhat in jest but also wanting to know.

“I’ll spit in their drinks if they even ask.” You assured him,

“You will?” He let out a dry chuckle,

“I will say that I am promised to a great and honorable knight.” You smiled, but he looked confused, “You, Podrick.” You clarified.

He shook his head, “I’m not a knight,”

“You are.” You said earnestly, kissing his hand once more.

He smiled up at you, longingly “Are you sure you cannot stay longer?”

“Oh you wish for me to stay?” You teased. Podrick nodded with the same smile as before, “I can’t stay long.”

“I don’t need long.” He said strangely confidently.

“Oh? And what would you do?” You asked, kissing his neck, you could feel him twitch under you.

“Many things.” He grunted out,

“Like what, Podrick?” You loved teasing him like this, and he liked it too. “Anything you wanted.”

“You want me to tell you?” You asked sweetly and he nodded, “I want,” You kissed his lips softly, “your tongue,” you grazed his bottom lip with your own tongue, “Between my thighs.” you whispered into his lips. He groaned. “I want you to lick me while you fuck me with your fingers.” His hands roamed your sweet spots again, gripping them tighter. “I want to bite your neck right… here” You licked and bit at his neck, he bucked up into you involuntarily from the sensation. He moaned sweetly, “While I grind my cunt against your cock.” You began to roll your hips against his cock, “I want your hands to grip onto my breasts harshly when I finally push you inside me.” You sucked at the skin of his neck while you continued to roll your hips, “I want you to feel so good, you stop being so fucking sweet, and you pull my hair.” you bit at his neck slightly harder this time, “I want to feel your heat in my body when you finally melt.” You finally moved away from his neck and kissed his lips once more before pulling away. “You like it when I talk like that?” you asked softly and sweetly.

“Y-yes,” He stammered, his cock was so hard it almost hurt.

“Good,” You said, hopping off of him, “Cause that’s all you're getting until this horrid wedding is over with.” You began walking towards the door,

“What?” Podrick asked as he sat up on his shoulders.

You looked back him, “I like teasing you, makes you fuck harder.” You smiled mischievously, “I don’t enjoy your pain however,” You hiked up your skirts, pulling your small clothes down with it. “Here.” You handed him your dampened, small clothes, “Until tomorrow.” You said with a final kiss before leaving the room.

“Gods…” He said into your small clothes, slumping back into the bed and shoving his hand into his breeches.

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The day was taxing.

Margery’s hair, makeup, and dressing was a five woman job. The doll that you had the duty of dressing was no longer yours.

You hoped that this marriage would be easy on her, hopefully Joffrey truly loved her enough not to harm her. You couldn’t guarantee that if he did you wouldn’t kill him.

The only thing that relieved the stress was the guarantee that you’d be good and fucked by the end of the night.

The entire wedding was extravagant… and exhausting.

You stood behind Margaery and Joffrey as you held a pitcher of wine during the entire feast. That was until you noticed Podrick standing beside Lord Tyrion. He was staring at you with an adoring smile, which involuntarily evoked the same smile on your own face. Margaery looked back at you and noticed. She then dismissed you of your duties, allowing you to set down the wine on the table and walk to the side of the wedding floor.

Podrick whispered something to Lord Tyrion who then dismissed him as well.

When Podrick approached you, you smiled.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help with your headache last night. My Lady demands much of my time, and my healing duties sometimes suffer for that.” You spoke in code just in case anyone near heard you.

“Your gift helped.” He smirked at you, he leaned in a bit closer and whispered to you “You think this will be a happy union?” Looking over to Margaery and Joffrey.

You nodded, “The King Joffrey inspires great emotion.” You said, sneeringly making Podrick hold back a laugh.

“There has been far too much amusement,” Joffrey suddenly shouted, “A Royal wedding is not for amusement, but history. It is time we remember it! I give you the war of the five kings!” He said as a group of five dwarfs ran onto the wedding floor dressed as the five kings.

“Gods…” You mumbled as you rubbed your temples.

“My Lord says to pay them well afterwards.” Podrick whispered to you,

“A decent compensation for humiliation.” You whispered back sarcastically.

As you continued to watch you felt an overwhelming sense of anger. If there was one thing that stayed with you from your upbringing as a Mormont it was loyalty. Loyalty to the North. You’d forgotten this wound, but seeing the Lannisters making a joke of it only opened it again. As you looked at the dwarf who played Robb you felt disgust when you realized what was on his head. “Is that… a direwolve’s head?” Podrick looked at you with sympathy. “My aunt died in that war… I can’t watch this.” You said as you walked off, unable to bring yourself to continue it.

As you walked on, you felt a hand grip your arm, as you turned around you realized it was not Podrick by a Guard, “Get your hand off me,” you spat at him

“You handled the wine tonight did you not?” He questioned,

You tried to rip your arm away to no avail, “I served the Queen Margery. If she wished for wine she got it.” You said with venom,

“No Queen anymore, Bear Bitch.” He said before dragging you off to be questioned for the poisoning of King Joffrey.

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It had been a day since you were confound to the confines of your chambers. Unable to be let out but you couldn’t complain. Tyrion was in the dungeon and you in your chamber. Margaery assured you, no one believed you had done it. However a Mormont holding the wine of a poisoned Lannister was not unnoticed. They needed you for questioning and if Tyrion somehow was able to prove his innocence, you would be called upon next.

You laid on your bed, angry. You’d kicked away all the food they tried to give you. And spit in the face of every Guard that came into your chambers.

When you heard your chamber door beginning to open you sat up and were about to shout at them to let you out when you noticed who it was.

“Podrick,” “(Y/N)” You both said in unison as you both rushed to one another's arms.

“Are you alright?” He asked as he held your face examining you for any signs of harm “No one touched you did they?” His eyes piercing into yours

“No, no,” You lied, but he couldn’t do anything about it so why upset him? “Margery says they’ll let me go soon enough. They seem content with it being Tyrion.” You said, trying to calm him, ”Was it?”

“No.” He shook his head, then looked down as if he were disappointed in himself for what he was about to say next, “Some man, I didn’t know his face, offered to knight me. Under the condition that I testify against Lord Tyrion.” He looked back at you

“Tell him you’ll do it.” You responded swiftly. You wanted him to take any chance he got to get out of this situation.

“I already gave an answer, I said no.” He said, softly.

“Podrick, they’ve begun an investigation on Bronn have they not? They’ll find a reason to arrest him. They’ll do the same to you.” You held onto his face, you spoke directly trying to get him to see reason.

“Lord Tyrion commanded me to leave the city.”

You nodded, “You should leave.”

“But you-” He began but you interrupted him.

“That isn’t a suggestion.” You shook your head, “This is goodbye.” You began to tear up but fought it hard. “See to your duties whatever was commanded of you, then leave. Go far, far north.”

“Leave with me-” He asked desperately as he still held onto you,

“They won’t let me go, Podrick. I never wanted to be here. I’m a hostage, and now a prisoner. I can’t have the same for you.” You said softly, shaking your head.

He began to tear up as well, a single tear pushing its way through and falling down his cheek, “What if the moon tea didn’t work, what if you need me-”

“Podrick, you’re running out of time. Leave.” You commanded him as your own tears began to fall.

“I wanted to marry you.” He whispered,

“Podrick…” You held him closer, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, “I’ll find a way out soon enough, but first you go.”

He kissed you once more deeply before he whispered, “I’ll find you.” He promised it. He embraced you tightly once more as he ran his nose down your neck, breathing in your scent one last time before he did as you commanded.

As the chamber door closed, you slumped to the floor, and cried.

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NOTE:

I be blue balling yall. sowwy.

Xoxo,

Bambi

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coryosbaby · 3 months ago

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New: Medieval Fantasies?

(Aka, all of my Game of Thrones & House of the Dragon works)

**read content warnings !

Game Of Thrones

Fics:

Oneshots:

Ramsay Bolton + arranged marriage

Blurbs:

Podrick Payne x plus size! Wife! Reader

House of The Dragon

Fics:

How to Disappear : Aegon x aemond’s wife! Reader // pt. 1

I told myself this is the last time: Davos “Benjicot” Blackwood x fem! Reader // pt. 1

Oneshots:

Blurbs:

#bunny’s masterlist *˚:✧｡#house of the dragon #game of thrones #got #hotd #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd fanfic #game of thrones fanfic #got fanfic #Ramsay Bolton x reader #Davos Blackwood x reader #benjicot Blackwood x reader #aemond Targaryen x reader #Aegon Targaryen x reader #masterlist

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beautifultypewriter · 5 years ago

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Stark Girl ~ Podrick Payne ~ Part Three

Requested: Yes / by @cracraforfandoms

Warnings: Allusions to sex (but no actual sex), very brief mentions of violence and blood

Word Count: 1264

Pairing: Podrick Payne x fem!stark!reader

Summary: In the wake of the Battle of the Bastards, Reader awaits Podrick’s return. Upon seeing him again, she wishes to give him a tour of her home, starting with her bedchamber.

A/N: I knew this was going to happen. Oh well. Also, guess what? While trying to think of what plot to write for this one, I struggled between two ideas, so now there’s going to be a part four. Also I just want to reiterate, there is no smut in this.

It felt odd to be back in your bed after all those years being gone from home. You hadn’t realized it until you were laying in your furs and staring at the ceiling of your childhood that you had missed Winterfell more than could be described with words. Even though you were safe in your bed with your family in control of what was rightfully yours, you couldn’t sleep. Every time you closed your eyes you were back on that hill with Sansa, watching the Knights of the Vale ride in to save your army at the last minute or you were walking behind your sister through Winterfell’s gates to see Jon, covered in blood, fighting Ramsay Bolton. You wanted nothing more than to close your eyes and see nothing, but at this moment in time, it didn’t seem possible. Rolling over, you wished you would see Podrick, but all you saw was an expanse of fur and then the stone wall of your bedchamber. He still hadn’t returned from his mission with Brienne. Your heart sank. You knew that if he had been here then he would have held you and told you stories until you were able to sleep. He would have comforted you in the same way he had been doing when you were traveling the King’s Road with him and Brienne. Sighing, you rolled over again, opting to stare into the flames dancing in your fireplace. You found some comfort in it and you were eventually able to fall into a restful sleep.

The days passed rather quickly as you had a lot to keep you busy. Jon may have been named King in the North, but he still needed yours and Sansa’s help at rebuilding everything and preparing for the next fight. The sun was beginning to set, and you were making your way back to your room as you didn’t feel like dining with everyone this night. As you rounded the corner, you nearly bumped into your younger sister. With a steadying hand on her arm, you smiled, “My apologies. Are you alright, Sansa?”

She brushed off your apology and took your hand in hers, “They’ve returned.” Your eyes widened and she smiled as you released her hand and hurried down the corridor towards the entry to the courtyard. Sansa was right behind you, her hurried footsteps an indication of her trying to match your pace. She could see how much Podrick meant to you even if you and the squire had tried to keep it a secret. She was happy for you, so she was just as excited for the return of Brienne and Podrick. You burst through the door into the chilled air just as the gate opened and two horses rode in. Brienne was in front, Podrick not far behind her. She dismounted quickly and nodded to you and your sister. Sansa nodded back and approached Brienne to speak with her about the mission, but you stood still in your spot, watching Podrick as he dismounted his horse. He smiled over at you and you smiled back, stepping closer to him. You made sure to maintain a respectable distance as there were a dozen or so people in the courtyard with you, but all you wanted to do was throw your arms around him. Keeping your hands to yourself didn’t seem to be your problem only. As you moved closer you could see Podrick struggling not to pull you into his arms and hold you close. Instead you two stood a foot apart and smiled at each other, until you spoke up, “You’re back.”

Pod chuckled, “Yes, my lady, I am.”

You looked around before turning back to Pod, “It pleases me to see that you are well.”

He nodded and opened his mouth to respond, but he was cut off by Sansa speaking, “You both must be tired from the journey. Come inside and get out of the cold.” Podrick smiled at her and followed her and Brienne into the castle. You walked behind the trio, hoping that the corridors would be empty so that you may be alone with Podrick. Once inside, Sansa motioned for Brienne to follow her and gave you a sly smile while nodding to Podrick, “I’ll show you where you’ll be staying, Lady Brienne.” The blonde nodded and followed Sansa down the empty corridor. Empty corridor.

You turned to Podrick and grinned at him, “Come with me. I want to show you something.” You took his hand and pulled him in the opposite direction that your sister had taken. As you two moved further into the castle, your pace sped up and your grip on Podrick’s hand tightened.

You could hear the smile in his voice, “Where are you taking me?” You only shook your head as you rounded the last corner and stopped in front of a heavy wooden door.

Turning to Podrick, you took both of his hands in yours, “I want to show you Winterfell. I want you to see everything.” He smiled at you as you started to feel the nerves creeping up, “And I want to start here.” You motioned to the door.

Podrick looked at it and then back to you, “What’s here?”

You took a deep breath, “My bedchamber.” Podrick’s eyes widened slightly, but he nodded. Feeling some confidence surge through you, you opened the door. Turning back to your love, you grabbed his hands again and moved backwards, pulling him with you. The door fell shut behind the two of you and you stood in silence, staring at each other. It didn’t take long for Podrick to make a move. He swiftly leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You pressed yourself into him, letting your hands run through his hair. He groaned at the contact and you pulled back. His eyes were wide as he watched you step back towards your bed. You beckoned him towards you, and he took shaky steps forward.

He visibly swallowed, “My lady, I don’t know if we should. It’s not proper.”

You stared at him, “Do you want to, Podrick?”

Swallowing again, he nodded, “Yes.”

You hesitantly placed your hands on his arms and looked down, “So do I.” You looked up at him, “I don’t care about proper. I love you and I want you to be my first.”

He sighed and pressed his forehead against yours, “I love you too, but are you sure this is what you want, Y/N?”

Your eyes slipped shut as you nodded, “Yes.” Podrick didn’t need to hear anything else. He gently laid you down, following closely, hovering over you. You smiled up at him and he grinned back at you, leaning down to once again press his lips to yours as yours hands moved to his tunic.

Sunlight streamed through the window, pulling you from your slumber. You stirred, but Podrick stayed where he was, his eyes still closed and his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. A smile formed on your lips as you pushed his hair off his forehead and snuggled closer to him. Placing a kiss on his chest, you pulled the furs up to cover more of your bare skin. Waking up in Podrick’s arm caused you to feel more content than you could ever remember feeling in your entire life. Reaching up, you ran a delicate finger over his cheek, “I wish it could be like this always.” As you brought your hand down and closed your eyes again, you didn’t see the smile forming on Podrick’s lips.

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beautifultypewriter · 6 years ago

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Stark Girl ~ Podrick Payne

Requested: yes / by @wikii555

Warnings: Mentions of death, spoilers for season 1 and the red wedding

Word Count:1968

Pairing: Podrick Payne x fem!stark!reader

Summary: After escaping from King’s Landing, reader is left on her own, trying to find her family again. While traveling the King’s Road, she meets Brienne of Tarth and her squire, Podrick Payne, and learns of the vow Brienne swore to her mother, Lady Catelyn. Reader is more than willing to join Brienne and Podrick as they travel to find the other Stark girls. She wasn’t counting on being drawn to the young squire though.

A/N: I really need to stop giving time frames for when things are going to be published. I am so sorry that this is later than I said it was going to be. I hope you enjoy it though.

Things had not been easy for you since your escape from King’s Landing. After Joffrey had chopped off your father’s head, you fell further into the crowd, trying to stay out of view of any soldiers or guards. You remember catching sight of Arya and following her out of the city. Unfortunately, you had lost your little sister and you were left alone. After searching for her and coming up empty, you thought about returning to the Red Keep to be with Sansa, but you had ultimately decided to try to find your brother, knowing that Sansa’s best hope was Robb. That’s what you had continued to tell yourself as you traveled along the King’s Road until one night when you overheard some men in a tavern. The Freys had betrayed your brother and now he and your mother were gone. That was the first night since your father had died that you let yourself cry. You cried for your brother, for your mother and your sisters, but you cried for yourself too because now you had no idea what you were going to do. Things were difficult enough as it was, but now you had no goal in mind and no one who could help you.

That’s how you found yourself curled up in the corner of a tavern, trying to get warm by the fire while also trying to stay hidden. You weren’t sure how long you had been on your own or even how long it’s been since you learned of your mother and brother’s deaths. The whispers of the Red Wedding had died down though and they were replaced with new whispers. Whispers about Joffrey Baratheon being poisoned at his own wedding. Whispers about how his uncle had killed him and about how your sister had been involved with his murder. You weren’t sure what to believe, but you hoped that the whispers of her escape were true. You knew that you should search for her. You didn’t know where to begin, but you knew that you needed to find her, so you grabbed what little you had been able to gather during your travels and set out. Sansa would probably be looking for home if she was in control of her route, so you decided to head North.

Your journey brought you to another tavern, this one not too crowded, and you told yourself that you would stop for an hour at the most, just to rest your legs. You felt as if you had made very little progress in your journey to find your sister and it was beginning to frustrate you. You didn’t even know if you were heading in the right direction or if this was all for nothing. You slumped into your chair and fell forward, letting your head rest on the wooden table in front of you.

“Yes, what can I get for you?” You lifted your head, ready to ask the barmaid for water, but you realized that she was addressing the people at the table next to yours. You watched what was probably the largest woman you’ve ever seen, and a young man ask for ale. Once the barmaid had left them, they leaned in to whisper quietly to each other. You moved closer, wondering what was so secretive that they felt the need to whisper, and strained your ears to hear them. You caught a few words, but the ones that stood out to you were Sansa and Lady Catelyn. You froze as your eyes widened, your mind running into overdrive. Why would these people be discussing your family? You looked closer at their faces, trying to see if you recognized them, but you had never seen them before.

The woman leaned back, defeat clear on her face, “What are we doing?” The man only stared at her as she continued, “Neither Sansa nor Arya wanted my help and we haven’t even found Y/N.” You sunk lower in your chair. How did she know you and your sisters? Had she seen them? Were they alive? Your attention snapped back to her as she sighed, “Perhaps Lady Catelyn should have never put her trust in me to protect her daughters.” You couldn’t stand to hear anymore. This woman knew your mother and was supposed to be protecting you, though you had never seen her before. The chair you sat in squeaked as you pushed it back and got to your feet. You knew that what you were about to do was very risky, but you didn’t know how much longer you would make it on your own and if they were sent to kill you then so be it.

You stepped over to their table, “Excuse me.” They looked up at you and you took the chance to study them further. The woman looked tired and you could see the wariness in her eyes undoubtedly caused by your sudden appearance. The young man looked at you curiously and when your eyes met you found it difficult to pull your attention away. The air was getting thicker and you quickly cleared your throat, turning back to the woman, “May I ask your name?” The two exchanged a look before turning back to you.

The woman spoke, “Who is asking?” You gulped. It was now or never. You hoped that everything you had overheard was the truth and they were looking to help you.

You looked around quickly, making sure no other prying ears were listening, “I am Y/N Stark.” In an instant the woman was kneeled before you, her head bowed.

She spoke softly, “My lady, before your mother died, I was her sworn sword and I made a vow to her that I would find you and your sisters and protect you. My name is Brienne of Tarth.” She opened her mouth again and you knew she was going to recite vows, but you had no interest in hearing them. You wanted to know about your sisters.

“You’ve seen my sisters? You’ve seen Arya and Sansa?” The woman looked up, startled and a little confused. You laid your hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her to her feet, “My sisters? You know where they are?” She nodded and told you about how she had found Arya, but lost her when the Hound tried to kill her and then how she had found Sansa with Littlefinger.

“We’re following Sansa now.” Brienne looked down before meeting your eyes again, “We don’t believe she is safe with him.”

You nodded, “Then I will go with you.” Brienne would have smiled if she thought it becoming of her vows, but you were just glad to have someone to help you find Sansa. “When will we be ready to leave?”

Brienne looked to the young man behind her, “Podrick, ready the horses.” He nodded and left the tavern. Brienne turned back to you, “Shouldn’t be too long.”

You, Brienne, and Podrick had been following Sansa and Littlefinger for almost a week now and it was becoming clear that they were heading to Winterfell. You weren’t sure why though, as last you heard the Boltons had control of your home and Littlefinger held no allegiance to them. You tightened your grip on the reins and looked down to Podrick, who was walking beside your horse. Brienne rode in front of the two of you, keeping a watchful eye out. Podrick must have felt your stare because he turned to look at you. You smiled at him and he smiled back quickly before turning away, the tips of his ears turning red. You giggled quietly to yourself. That happened almost every time you showed him any kind of attention and it never ceased to amuse you. Though you did wonder if it was because of your status as a lady of Westeros or if it was because he found you as attractive as you found him. You had hoped it was the latter, but you tried not to get too carried away in those thoughts. Though he did often stare at you. It was getting to the point where Brienne had noticed too and would scold him when she caught him. You never minded because you would stare at him too. “Podrick!” You looked forward to see that Brienne had stopped and turned to face you and her squire. She tilted her head towards him, “Ready a fire.” He nodded and went about his business, his ears burning brightly still. Brienne looked to you, “We’ll rest here for a bit, Lady Y/N.”

You nodded, “Of course. Thank you, Lady Brienne.” She gave you a tightlipped smile and you shook your head, “Sorry…Brienne.”

She shook her head back at you, “No need to apologize.” She looked more relaxed as she went about her duties. As you started to dismount your horse, you felt Podrick stand next to you and hold the horse still.

When you were on the ground, you smiled at him, “Thank you, Podrick.”

He smiled back, “Of course, my lady.”

Brienne watched you two before clearing her throat, “I’m going to scout the area. Will you be alright here?”

You nodded, “Of course.” You looked over at Podrick, “I have Pod here to protect me.” His whole face went red and he ducked to avoid any further attention, tending to your horse. Brienne nodded, but she didn’t say anything as she walked along the path and down into the trees. When you were sure that she wasn’t within earshot, you turned to the young man, “Do I embarrass you, Podrick?”

He glanced at you for a moment, shaking his head, “No, my lady.”

“Then why do you blush when we speak?”

He gulped, “I don’t know what you mean.” You looked at him with raised eyebrows, but he refused to meet your gaze.

“I quite like you, Podrick.”

His head snapped up and he stared at you before speaking slowly, “I like you too, my lady.”

“Do you?” Licking his lips, he nodded. You chose your next words carefully, “Would you want to kiss me, Podrick?” You moved closer to him and he stiffened, so you backed off a bit. He noticed your retreat, so he released some of the tension in his shoulders.

He nodded again, “Yes, my lady.” Your breath caught in your throat and though he took a step closer to you, he shook his head, “But I shouldn’t.” He stepped back again, but you weren’t going to just drop the subject.

“And why not?”

Sighing, he motioned to you, “Because you’re… and,” he motioned to himself then, “I’m…” He shook his head again and went to walk away, but you laid your hand on his shoulder.

He turned to you and you smiled, “I’m the fugitive daughter of a traitor to the crown and you are a noble squire.” You saw the tips of his ears going red again and you smiled, tilting your head to catch his eyes.

Instead, he looked at your hand, which was still on his shoulder, “Forgive me, but you’re wrong. That’s not what you are.”

You spoke in a whisper, “What am I then?”

His eyes moved to your face, taking in every detail before stopping on your own eyes, “You are my lady.”

You sighed, your eyes slipping shut for only a moment before you were staring into Pod’s brown eyes again, “And will you give your lady a kiss?” His arm moved around your waist and he hesitantly pulled you closer, staring into your eyes the entire time. He glanced at your lips quickly and you smiled at him, noticing that for the first time since you met him, his ears didn’t change color. He only smiled back before leaning down and placing his lips over your own.

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