#sandor clegane drabble

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nsfw sandor hc's ;)

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sandor's dick size is intimidating, and he knows it. he doesn’t care if it’s a struggle for you to take all of him, he wants you to feel every inch. “c'mon, take it.” he growls, his voice low and commanding.

his pace is brutal. his hips snap into you with harsh force. he growls under his breath "keep up." as he watches you fall apart beneath him, pride gleaming in his eyes. every moment is punishing and he takes satisfaction in your struggle to keep up.

he isn’t gentle when it comes to holding you in place. he likes to restrain you, whether it’s pinning you down with his weight or tying you up to keep you still while he takes control.

sandor’s pet names in bed are blunt, rough, and possessive. he might call you “whore,” “brat,” or simply “mine.” using them to remind you of your place under him, but always with a tone of possession, not pure degradation. It’s about control, raw and unapologetic, but with a hint of twisted affection.

sandor’s hands WILL find your throat during sex. he enjoys the feeling of power that comes with it. his large hand wrapping around your throat, pounding into you hard, while your ankles dangle over his shoulders. the way you respond and struggle to his grip, HE LOVES IT.

he likes it when you can him sir, no explanation needed. 

sandor is the type to pull you by your hair, guiding your head to where he wants it. whether it's pulling you up to meet his lips or holding it to fuck into you deeper. TEEHEE

this man has a definite size kink. he loves seeing how you struggle to take all of him, feeling every inch as he pushes deep. the size difference excites him, he’s often rough about it, "gonna ruin this pretty cunt". while teasing your pussy with his dick 😊, growling with satisfaction when you take him fully.

foreplay? not his style. he’s a man who’s used to battle, and he approaches intimacy the same way, with an intense, single-minded focus. his hands roam roughly over your body, and his impatience shows as he growls, “quit squirming, i’m not stopping ‘til i’m done with you.”

sandor’s filthy mouth never shuts up, even when he’s got you gasping for air. “what, done already?” he growls, lips curling into a wicked smirk. “didn’t think you’d fold like some godsdamned weakling.” but he doesn’t stop, hell no. he keeps going, pushing you harder, dragging out every sound he can until you’re shaking and there’s nothing left to give.

sandor’s sex-drive is relentless, fueled by years of frustration, rage, and an almost obsessive need to feel in control. when his temper flares, his desire to fuck becomes almost primal. he’s not one for waiting around, "stay still," he doesn't care if you can keep up, he just needs to release the anger and he'll make you feel every bit of it

sandor’s aftercare is all about presence, not words. afterwards, he pulls you close with a firm, possessive grip, his hand brushing over the marks he’s left, bruises and scratches. his silence speaks louder than words, and he stays close, watching over you.

[luxbub]

sandor clegane x stark!reader pt.1

a/n: i actually hate this but i needed an escape from my writing slump, also ignore the fact that i frogot half of my vocabulary ( not proofread )

Sandor clegane whose face was the first one you saw when the king came to winterfall, his face— half covered by a helmet of a hound, with his teeth bared and scrunched up brows—burned from the left side made a grimace come over yours and yet when your eyes met you back shot up straight and a small smile graced your features.

Sandor clegane for who you circled the whole camp for while going to King’s Landing with your father. Even catching the smallest glimpse of his big frame and scowling face gave you enough satisfaction to go on about the day with a smile.

Sandor clegane who of course noticed the stark princess suddenly appearing everywhere he went. Stupid girl and her stupid smile was oblivious of the looks the troops gave her when her skirt swayed so deliciously as she trudged around the camp or when her corset was tightened more than usual and her cleavage looked ready to spill over the neckline of her dress.

Sandor clegane who never smiled before you and your backhanded comments to that cunt of a prince Joffrey appeared( it was never a big broad grin, only the right corner of his mouth lifted up just barely, but enough for you to notice).

Sandor clegane whose favourite place in whole of King’s Landing was a tavern far from the Red Keep, where he could drink his weight and more in wine.

Sandor clegane who you stumbled into one day while rushing through the halls of Red Keep. “My apologies, ser.” Not many women dared too look him in the eye; even the whores he payed, looked at their feet in his presence. Your eyes hypnotised him, the enthracing sound of your voice seemed to freeze him in his place before he answered. “I’m no ser, girl.” He grunted and stomped away, the clanking of his heavy armour being the only sound left echoing in the corridor.

Sandor clegane who had already drank two glasses when you walked through the door with a cloak and hood pulled up as if the filthy scum of flea bottom wouldn’t notice the shiny material of highborn clothes, weaving at your feet.

Sandor clegane who had noticed some of the dwellers visiting the tavern getting a little to close to you, so he stood up—the sound of his chair chirping the wooden floor, catching the attention of nearby drinkers—and marched up to your table, where you were giggling at a man whose hands were wandering too far south for sandor’s comfort. With each of his heavy steps towards you, your giggles seemed to get louder and louder and the man’s greasy hands go lower and lower.

Sandor clegane who stood there for a minute until you and that cunt noticed him. He could feel your stared burning a hole through his head, but dared not to look you in the eye and instead stared the filthy man down. In a matter of seconds he kneeled down and hauled you up on his shoulders, turning towards the exit. “What do you think you’re doing?” Your screeched with your head hanging upside down. From what Sandor remembers from your encounter your voice had not been as high as it was now, your head must have become pumped up with blood for the little time sandor has been having you hang over his shoulders. “What does it look like?” If you asked Sandor he wouldn’t be able to tell you why he did it, why his ears turned red the moment he noticed that you had found company, the moment the scum’s hands started wandering all over your body.

Sandor clegane who seemed to have painted a target on his back now with your little encounter in the tavern, from smiles he was now met with scowls and narrowed eyes. It all kept on going until your father was attacked in Flea Bottom, now it was you whose every move was watched and critiqued, it was you who had to be humiliated from the cunt Joffrey who became a King, it was you who had to see your father's head chopped off.

Sandor clegane who happened to be the only one you found comfort in, after he held you back from meeting the same fate as your father.

Sandor clegane who came to you first when he planned to run away from King’s Landing and it’s stupid King.

Sandor clegane who would not allow you to stay in the castle, so when you said that you couldn’t leave your sister alone, he proposed to take her with you. But when she declined, his knees felt ready to buckle. All this stress and all this torture, would be all for nothing if he couldn’t get you at least out of this hell. Your sister seemed to have noticed him and the absent distance between you two, and started begging you to leave, go without her, tell Robb about her, tell mother about her, but save yourself.

[rax-writes]

↬ in the middle of the night

Sandor Clegane x Reader

Warnings: None

Something awoke you from a deep slumber. Perhaps it was the Mother herself, you thought, because when you opened your eyes, they slowly focused on your husband, who was standing in the middle of the room, his silhouette illuminated by a couple of candles and the sliver of morning sunlight peeking over the horizon.

Sandor’s back was to you as he stared at the cradle at the foot of your shared bed, fully clothed in his leathers and his sword strapped to his waist. When he heard you stir, he spoke, but did not turn to face you.

“I should go with them. Go kill my brother,” he said with a humorless laugh. “Gods know I’m the only one who could end that evil bastard.”

You said nothing, so after a few moments, he continued – and you could swear you heard him sniffle faintly before speaking.

“But I just keep staring at this little fucker here, and… I can’t. I can’t bring myself to walk out that door – knowing I’d never see him, or you, again. Knowing I’d be condemning him to grow up without a father. Knowing that me walking out on him makes me no better than my father – who abandoned me to protect Gregor.”

A little noise from the dark-haired babe in the cradle prompted another, louder sniffle from Sandor this time. There was another pause, followed by an agitated, “Damn it all.”

The Hound then began hurriedly prying off his sword, outerwear, and boots, letting it all fall carelessly to the floor before climbing into bed with you. When he rested his head on your chest and wrapped his big arms around your torso, you noticed his face was wet, and he sniffled quietly a few more times. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, the feeling of the scarred flesh so familiar to you now.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what?” Sandor grumbled.

“For staying with us.”

He let out a heavy sigh, and although he did not respond, he gave you a squeeze in response. Sandor’s breathing slowed as you gently scratched your nails up and down his back, and when you heard a snore, you knew he was asleep. Soon after one last kiss to his forehead, you joined him in sleep.

[castieltrash1]

hiii since you're taking got requests and i saw sandor is one of your faves: there's this post that's like "submissive like a guard dog is submissive" (i hope this makes sense even if you don't know what i'm talking about) and it always makes me think of him bc he's. you know. the hound. so what i'm saying is anything sandor-related with a dom reader would be very appreciated since i've never really seen anyone write him like this before :] if that's not your thing, that's totally fine though !

oh dw anon u came to the right place <3

sandor clegane x gn!reader; smut, dom/sub dynamics, dog motif, the hound is ur beaten and battered guard dog <3 mentions of violence, strong language, etc.

it doesn’t matter how you meet. maybe he serves your family. maybe he’s kidnapped you. maybe you’re just some lowborn whore whose face he pushes into the mattress to avoid looking at when he’s fucking out his anger. at some point, regardless of the roots of your relationship, the hound begins to heel. it’s not always obvious -- especially if you’re not some little lady/lord he’d be beheaded for lifting a finger to -- but it’s there. he’s already spent most of his life like this, and being with you is no different. you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

once he (somewhat) lets you in, the dynamic shifts. you’re not just his liege, his captive, the prettiest face at littlefinger’s silk street brothel -- you’re his. and that makes him yours, he thinks. it means taking care of you, giving you as much comfort and safety that he can offer in this hellish life. it’s the least you deserve for picking him, since now he’ll never let you leave. you’ve resigned yourself to a cruel, cold, and crass beast; who cares if he has to behead a man or two to keep you fed or hold an entire inn hostage just so you can sleep on a featherbed for the night? he’ll never say please or thank you, but he’ll always stand in front of you. he’ll always lean against the door in case someone tries to break in.

he’s not gentle. he’ll growl when you tug his hair, a makeshift collar threaded between your fingers, urging him between your legs or bringing him back up to your mouth. he’ll bark about breaking you in, splitting you in half, vulgar words foaming at his mouth the longer it goes on. and when you lock eyes with him, he’ll always crumble under the weight of your gaze, lowering his head in some twisted form of obedience. he’ll eat out of your palm and you’ll know there are mutts in volantis better fed than him.

“sandor?”

you could hear the resulting sigh from a mile away, the sound of his armor clanking as he heeds your call. when your eyes lock on his figure, he rolls his shoulders back, masking the way he bows his head as if it were nothing more than loosening a crick in his neck. it’s hard to tell when he’s blushing, but you swear there’s a hint of flush blooming down his neck. you think if you asked him to kneel right now, he might even do it.

“i’m hungry,” you say instead, making your way toward him with a small, knowing smile. “let’s go eat.”

+ you’d be better off never mentioning it, but the similarities between sandor and your average dog aren’t too far off. he sleeps like one, always either curled into a ball or sprawled halfway out of bed; huffing and kicking with night terrors. he slurps out of bowls and licks his plates clean. he’s good at sniffing out enemies, even better at finding their scent on you, teeth bared as he asks where you’ve been and who with. he loves being pet and, if you catch him in a good mood, he'll sometimes nuzzle against your hand. and when he’s got you on all fours, clawing at the sheets or floor while you scream his name, it’s not hard to see he's always been more animal than man.

game of thrones weekend (reqs open!)

[mazza--mac]

Watched 101 Dalmations with the bèbè yesterday, and now I'm having feral thoughts about a modern Sansan AU where Stranger and Lady get Sandor and Sansa together

[justanoasisimagines]

Unsure

Summary; It is clear, Sandor has feelings for you. Tormund is determined to force Sandor into confession. Pairing; Sandor Clegane x Female Reader WordCount; 525 Warnings; Strong, language, mature themes. 1 sexual references, so 18+ MDNI! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

“Why don’t you go over there and speak to her?” 

“Fuck off.” Sandor shoved the wildling away from him. Tormund barely moved a couple of paces back. 

“Perhaps I should go over there-” 

“I’m not stopping you.” Sandor snarled, Tormund’s smirk widened. He pondered who he was trying to fool. Everyone could see it. A blind man could see it. Sandor held a flame for you, but too cowardly to approach you. A seasoned warrior scared of a fair lady. It was the best joke, Tormund ever heard. 

“You want to tear my head off. Who are you trying to fool?” 

“I thought I told you to fuck off!” Tormund shrugged, moving to stand directly in front of him. A mightly growl erupted from Sandor as he attempted to move away, but Tormund matched his sidestep. 

“Get out of my way!” 

“Not until you admit it, admit your holding a flame for her! Everyone can see it. The way you observe her every move. You draw your sword whenever someone fucks with her. Admit it! Admit how much of a coward you are being.” Steal slid against the scabbard as Sandor held it to Tormund’s throat. 

“Say it again and you’ll see how much of coward I am.” Tormund’s hand raised, although he wasn’t worried. A deep rowdy chuckle escaped his throat, with Sandor’s sword pressed to his neck. 

“You don’t deny your feelings for her. If you are not a coward, why not go speak to her!” 

“Look at me. Look at her. Why would she want someone like me?” Sandor slowly lowered his short returning it home, when Tormund moved a gingerly hand towards his shoulder. 

“A blind man has more sight than you. Can you not see the way her eyes light upon your arrival? Do you not see her stepping closer towards you whenever she feels threatened. Her eyes search for you-but perhaps you do see. Perhaps you are too scared to admit it- you don’t just hold a flame for her, you love her.” 

“What do you know about love?” 

“Not much. Can’t say I’ve felt it myself, but I can see it when you look at her. Your priorities have changed. You no longer fight for the hunt of the kill, you fight for her. Her safety, her life. Deny it all you want.” Sandor turned, not willing to give Tormund the satisfaction. His eyes found you, discussing something with Arya at great lengths. You looked upon her with a gentleness and a fondness. 

“If you do not tell her, then you’ll never know. Then you’ll never know what it is to call her yours. Then you’ll be the same miserable, grumpy shit you’ve always been.” Sandor almost smiled. He didn’t want to admit it, but perhaps Tormund was right.

Who new a Wildling could be wise? 

“I wouldn’t even know where to start.” Sandor mumbled under the breath. 

“You could tell her how much you intend to ravish her body. That’s always worked well for me.” Sandor cocked an eyebrow at him. 

He didn’t know what he was going to say, but it sure as shit wasn’t that.

[eyepatch69]

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[dipperscavern]

OOOOHHH CLEGANE 🤭😛

this in no way reflects my decency as a human being or my mental state, and i WHOLE-HEARTEDLY apologise. but for jon and sandor, the yeast infection would be worth it.

the way u put a warning 😭 but yeah.. unfortunately the uti would be a small price to pay i fear (sedate me)

[supernovadragoncat]

The Bridge

A little SanSan drabble inspired by Dolly Parton's "The Bridge"

I.

“You won’t tell my father,” Sansa says gently.

Sandor isn’t sure if it’s a question or a command. It has the texture of both and he can’t say how she intended to weave her words. She knows him well enough to know he’ll keep her secrets. He always has and he’s waited so long for her to ask him why.

The moonlight silvers her cheek and collects like a pool in her lap where she wrings her white lace gloves. She’s just had her eighteenth birthday. When he looks at her, he sees a woman where there once was a child. Her father, Sandor’s boss and the chief of police, would argue otherwise and had when Robert Baratheon’s boy turned his sights on Sansa. In the eyes of her father, she would always be too young for love.

Sandor doesn’t answer her. He taps the filter of his cigarette against the steering wheel and rolls down the window. Just ahead of them, beneath the tall stone bridge, the river water rushes along the rocky banks. Powerful and alluring, it’s always in turmoil.

“Joff intends to marry me,” Sansa tells him in one breathless go and lifts her right hand. “Look here.”

The ring is small and imperfect and on the wrong hand. Sandor doesn’t have the heart to tell her that he can peel back the veneer and see broken promises ahead. Her eyes drift about his face as she sees him truly for the first time. He doesn’t imagine it’s because there’s anything worth finding in the ruined flesh that used to frighten her. She wants his approval, to know that even the most hardened of hearts believes in fairytales.

Her full lips are still swollen from kisses and the edges of her lipstick smear outside the lines of her perfect mouth. She too is ruined and, dressed in such imperfection, has never looked so beautiful.

Sandor’s midnight patrols always end here at the bridge and tonight he recognized the taillights of Joffrey’s Bel Air glowing like demon eyes in the dark. He knew what he was going to find and still rapped at the fogged-up glass. Joffrey hadn’t the decency to drive her home, so she sat now in Sandor’s police cruiser not quite crushed but love-battered enough that every now and then she looks out the window at the trees dipping to meet the pristine waters below. She hides her pain well, even from him.

“I ain’t judging you, Miss Stark,” Sandor says and takes a drag off his cigarette.

It’s a lie and the sadness in her smile tells him she knows. She’s ashamed not for what she’s done but who she’s done it with. She should know better than to give her heart to a boy like that and the dream disintegrates in real time now. Sandor watches her knuckles turn white and the gloves twist tighter in her hands. He shifts the car into drive and navigates across the single-lane bridge.

“Next time, pick a better place to park,” he advises and keeps his eyes ahead. Painful memories are etched in the bridge’s stone barrier. If he looks, he’s lost. “The bridge is unforgiving,” he adds and leaves it at that.

He’s not looking for pity, but Sansa hangs her head and a fall of red hair frames her pretty face. He can’t untangle his growing affection for her from the unrelenting loneliness that’s eating him alive. He needs a median to separate the two. With each encounter, though, the paths overlap and switchback. And so, despite his best efforts, he’s lost and reeling too.

“I don’t know that I ever offered my condolences. I’m so sorry for your loss, Officer Clegane. She was so young.”

Sandor never knows what to do with the sentiment. He stuffs it in that cavern she left behind and hopes one day, with enough apologies, he’ll be whole again. His gaze flicks to the rearview mirror and the reflection there of the bridge where one love was lost and another just began.

“That was years ago,” he says and catches Sansa staring at his ring finger, the right one, the one that means something. Only recently did he discover the courage to let it go vacant. “I carry on,” he adds and means it too.

II.

Sansa stands at the edge of the bridge and stares down into the waters below. The wind has made a mess of her hair and her eyes are red from crying. Sandor’s driven across the bridge countless times since the accident but hasn’t stood here since that night. The ground feels unforgiving beneath his feet.

“Are you alright?” he asks as he approaches. The golden hour paints her face in rosy hues that suit her well.

“He’s…”

It’s all she can get out. She chokes on the rest and he swears he can hear her heart shattering in her chest and feel the heat radiating off her body. Her skin is splotchy and her breaths tattered.

“I know. I heard. I saw.”

Church bells filled the afternoon with merry song and pink rose petals showered the steps. Joffrey married the Tyrell girl. “A good match,” Ned Stark said and Sandor understood then the man knew nothing about his daughter. Sandor rushed to the bridge where he knew he’d find her.

“He swore he’d do the honorable thing.” Sansa instinctively cradles her belly and glances at the spot where Joffrey parked his car just a few months ago. “He promised me.”

She stares up at Sandor pleadingly and he doesn’t know for what. In another month, he won’t be able to keep her secret and neither will she. She needs him but doesn’t know how to ask and he doesn’t know for what. Sandor shoves his hands in his pockets and shifts closer to her. The breeze is fragranced with her jasmine perfume.

“I know it’s hard to believe now when you’re mired in heartache, but one day you’ll find a man who loves you right.” Sandor motions to her belly. “Both of you.”

He’s opened a fresh wound of doubt in her and she cries again, maybe for the fairytales she no longer believes in. Sandor realizes she needs him to renew her faith.

She wipes her nose with the back of her hand and, like him, tries not to look at the spot where the accident happened. It’s easy to find if you know what you’re looking for; shattered stones and a bit of blue paint from where the car collided.

“Your wife was lucky,” Sansa says with a smile and means it. Even in heartbreak, she’s sweet to him. She always has been, even when she couldn’t look him in the eye.

“So was I. And so was he.” Sandor’s heart thrums in his chest. He places his hand on top of hers. The ring, small and imperfect, isn’t there any longer. “Any man would be lucky to have you.”

“Could you?” Sansa asks but trains her eyes on their hands joined together.

“Could I what?”

“Love me.”

Sandor turns to her and wipes away the hair that’s stuck to her tear-stained cheeks. He cradles her face in his hands.

“What do you think?”

“I think you already do.”

“I think I do too,” he says and softly places his lips to hers in their first kiss.

III.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

The water is cold, deceptively so, icy even in early summer. It rushes around him, battering his knees that are already shaky and weak. Sandor’s shoes fill with water and small pebbles and slip against the slick rock underneath. His fingers are numb as he unhooks his utility belt and surrenders it to the river. It sinks with the weight of his gun. Sandor dunks beneath the water and swims to her.

He’s too bulky and the current too strong. He forces himself forward until his arms burn and his boots come loose. She’s pushed up against a rock, her pale arm clinging to it, but her face is white.

Why? Why?

He means to ask her, to scream at her once she’s safe. She left her shoes and her purse on the bridge. Surely, she only meant to swim. She’s a fool. A beautiful fool. He was ready to love her. Why wasn’t that enough?

He reaches the rock. She’s bleeding from her head, but her eyes are open. It’s a kindness that the current hasn’t carried her away.

“Sansa!”

His unfocused eyes search the shore, but his lungs fill with breath and he realizes it’s his voice, his panic, his disbelief, not someone else’s. He doesn’t remember how he gets her to shore or what thoughts blaze across his mind as he swims to safety. There must not have been any because if he thought too long, he would have known what he was about to find.

Sandor lays her down in the flattest part of the shore. She’s so cold, her skin pale. She’s always been pale but not like this. He lays on top of her to drive warmth into her body but he’s shaking too badly.

“Why?”

He doesn’t have the heart to yell it, so he whispers it against her cheek that’s like ice on his lips.

“Why?”

She doesn’t answer. He holds her anyhow.

IV.

At midnight, Sandor goes to the bridge to admit defeat. It’s taken two loves from him—the first a vibrant blossom and the second a nascent bloom. It seems fitting that he honor his hurt with the flowers he carries. If the bridge wants him too, Sandor decides it can take him. Like a cancer, it’s killing him slowly anyhow.

He’s not alone when he arrives and his feet shuffle to an abrupt stop as he steps onto the bridge. The moon shines like it did that night he found her so full of wild hope and dreams of love. She smiles at him and his feet move without accord to her. He wants to ask her why but isn’t sure he needs the answer anymore.

Sansa takes his hand and he’s more relieved than sad to find it warm. He’s been worried sick that she might still be cold. Sandor places the white roses on the ledge of the bridge.

She doesn’t notice the gesture but instead keeps her blue eyes on him. “I did.”

“Did what?”

“Love you.” She lifts his hand to her lips and her kiss there is warm too. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.” He kisses the top of her head and turns to leave. If he doesn’t go now, he’ll want to stay with her like this forever.

Sandor looks back only once. The flowers are gone and so is she.

[auxmodi]

after the chaos

my masterlist

summary: after a battle, there's blood everywhere, chaos all around. you and sandor somehow end up fucking behind a half-destroyed wall. it’s rough, fast, and messy, exactly what you need.

warnings: rough sex, battlefield setting, breeding kink kind of, aggressive/possessive behaviour, public sex, throat grabbing, fuckbuddies, swearing, dom!sandor, kinda cold (no romance).

word count: 1.8k

the battlefield stank of blood and sweat, the clamor of steel on steel fading as the last cries of the fallen were drowned by silence. you staggered back, the weight of exhaustion settling into your limbs.

your vision blurred for a moment, and you swiped a grimy hand across your face, smearing dirt and grime across your cheeks. somewhere behind you, the crows were already gathering, their harsh caws echoing in the eerie quiet that followed the carnage.

you barely had time to register the sound of boots crunching over the battlefield debris before a large, calloused hand clamped around your arm. “what the hell—?” you managed, your voice hoarse and weak.

sandor.

his grip was iron, dragging you behind the crumbling remnants of a stone wall before you could protest. “quiet,” he snapped, the command in his voice brooking no argument.

this wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. you weren’t lovers or friends. you were just two people, fucking when the need became too much to ignore. no promises, no softness, just brutal, uncomplicated release.

you yanked your arm free, glaring up at him. his face, streaked with dirt and blood, closer than you’d expected. his eyes, wild and sharp as a wolf’s, burned into yours, still alight with the fire of the fight.

“sandor, what are you doing?” you hissed, trying to keep your voice steady. “this isn’t—”

“it’s exactly the time,” he cut in. before you could protest again, his lips crashed against yours. it wasn’t gentle, sandor clegane didn’t do gentle. his kiss was rough, teeth scraping, lips demanding, like he was trying to devour you whole. you gasped, your hands flying up instinctively to push him away, but they betrayed you, tangling in the filthy fabric of his tunic instead.

“sandor—” his name left your lips in a broken gasp as his mouth moved to your jaw, your neck, teeth grazing your skin. his stubble scratched at you, a delicious roughness that sent shivers down your spine.

“you’re alive,” he growled, his voice muffled against your neck. “i’m alive. that’s all that matters right now.”

his hands roamed lower, tugging at your belt with an urgency that made your pulse skyrocket. your protests were half-hearted at best, dissolving into soft, breathless moans as his fingers worked deftly, shoving your trousers down just enough to bare you to him.

“sandor, we’re, we can’t,” your words caught as his hand found you, rough fingers sliding through your slick heat. the battle had left you raw, vulnerable, and somehow that only made the sensation more overwhelming.

the chaos around you, the distant cries of the wounded, the flutter of crows’ wings, faded into nothingness. there was only him, unyielding and unstoppable.

“we’re in the middle of a battlefield,” you managed to say, though your breath hitched when his fingers brushed bare skin.

"let them fucking look,” he growled against your lips, his voice was low and rough, filled with that primal edge that never failed to stir something deep inside you. “doesn't matter, no one’s stopping me.”

you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you, though it was quickly cut off when he kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue teasing your lower lip. your knees felt weak, but sandor’s large hands steadied you, pulling you even closer. his hands slid lower, fingers teasing your pussy with a possessive urgency.

“you’re so godsdamned warm,” he muttered, his breath hot against your ear. his fingers moved with precision, stroking you in a way that made your legs tremble.

you bit your lip, the sound threatening to escape you too loud for the ruins around you. his touch was relentless, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you steady as your body betrayed you, arching into his palm.

“turn around,” he ordered, voice low and commanding, his grip tight on your arm as he spun you with ease, forcing your chest to press against the rough stone of the wall. you didn’t argue, you never did.

the first press of him against you stole your breath. hard, thick and demanding. he didn’t waste any time, grabbing your ass with both hands as he pushed himself into you.

the sensation was overwhelming, “shit,” you hissed, the sting of him filling you in a way that was raw, almost too much, but you didn’t want him to stop.

sandor wasn’t as quiet. his low, guttural groan in your ear made your toes curl. “fuck,” he rasped, his voice guttural, like he was barely holding himself together. he slid in deeper, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew you’d have bruises come morning. “so tight, gods.”

“sandor,” you whined, your voice breaking as he set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against yours.

“shut it,” he muttered, his mouth brushing against your ear. “you’ll give us away with all that moanin’.”

his hands gripped your hips with bruising force, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. each movement was rougher than the last, driven by an aggression that made you feel like you were barely holding on, the sting of his thrusts cutting through you with every stroke. but the pleasure, the way his body fit so perfectly against yours, had you moaning into the stone, your body instinctively rocking back into his.

“you like it when i fuck you like this?” he growled between gritted teeth, his thrusts deep, relentless. he groaned, his hand reaching around to grip your throat, pulling you up against his chest so you could feel every inch of him. his thrusts didn’t slow, they grew faster, harder, more relentless, as though the force of the battle had somehow transferred into him, and now all he could do was take.

you were dizzy from it, the roughness, the power of his body, the overwhelming pleasure that made everything else disappear. “don’t stop,” you managed to gasp, your voice breaking.

“wasn’t plannin’ to,” he rasped, his breath hot against your face. his teeth grazed your skin again, and the sting of his bite pushed you closer to the edge.

you could hear the faint sounds of soldiers moving through the camp, the clattering of armor, the distant calls of commands. anyone could come around the corner at any moment, and the thought of being caught, of someone seeing you like this, sent a shiver down your spine. it made the heat between your legs burn even hotter.

you knew what this was a quick, filthy encounter, no strings attached, but the sense of risk, the idea of being caught, made it feel like everything was on the line.

"you take me so fucking well," sandor grunted, his pace rough and fast, his thrusts hard and punishing.

your body responded instinctively, moving with his, desperate for the release that was building inside you, a pressure that tightened with each powerful thrust. “sandor,” you gasped, your voice hoarse, “please…”

he let out a dark chuckle, the sound almost menacing. “please what, girl? tell me what you want.” the way he said it, the way he pulled your body into his, was possessive, like you were his to take.

you were so close, the pressure mounting, and all you could think about was the risk, how easily it could all be interrupted. how close you were to being found out, caught in the middle of this mess, exposed in the most primal way possible.

you couldn’t stop it, couldn’t hold back anymore. “sandor, i’m—” you gasped, your words faltering as the tension coiled within you, tight and unrelenting.

his hands moved down to your waist, pulling you even closer as he set a punishing rhythm. “come on then, don’t hold back,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. you couldn’t answer, couldn’t form the words, only whine uncontrollably, the sound slipping from your throat as your body jerked with every thrust.

your fingers scraped against the stone wall, trying to steady yourself as the pressure inside you grew. each thrust pushed you closer, faster, it wasn’t gentle, nothing about this was, but it was everything your body craved. his cock filled you completely, and the friction between you made it impossible to think, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

"gods" he growled, his grip tightening. "i can feel how fucking tight you are, squeezing around me." his voice was rough, almost like he was savoring every inch of you, the way you responded to him, the way your body reacted to the force of his movements.

and then, just like that, you shattered. the pressure inside you broke, and you came with a cry, your body jerking in his grip as you clenched around him. sandor didn’t stop, his thrusts unrelenting, his own climax building, the pace never easing. “such a good fucking cunt,” he growled.

you could barely hear him, lost in the aftermath of your own release, but his words cut through the fog. it was all raw and real, no sugar-coated feelings, just the brutal truth of what you were to each other.

as your body still trembled, sandor’s pace didn’t slow. he was relentless, focused entirely on his own need now. “i’m not done with you,” he muttered, the force of each thrust making it clear that he still had something to prove. you could feel him nearing, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. “take it,” he growled, his breath coming in hot bursts against your ear. “take all of it.”

with a guttural groan, sandor came, his body shuddering as he spilled inside you, his grip on you tightening as he held you through it. “fucking hell,” he breathed, pulling you against him with one final thrust before pulling out, his hands still gripping you tightly.

“you’re fucking lucky i don’t make you carry my seed around,” he muttered, his voice still thick with lust.

“shit,” you muttered, your knees wobbling, trying to regain your balance. you could feel the aftershocks of the encounter running through your body, your limbs trembling with the intensity.

sandor’s hand shot out, gripping your arm to steady you. “easy,” he murmured, his gaze sweeping over you, his eyes flicking to your unsteady form as though making sure you weren’t about to collapse.

once you found your footing, he took a step back, his usual gruffness returning. he grunted, pulling his pants up with a swift motion, buckling them with practiced ease.

“you’re lucky,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, “that no one came looking.” he grumbled, his rough voice low and still carrying that raw edge. "next time, don’t make it so fucking obvious."

you raised an eyebrow, still breathless from the encounter. “i’ll try to keep that in mind,” you replied, your voice dry, but still tinged with lingering heat.

without sparing another glance, sandor adjusted his pants and turned away. his boots thudded against the dirt, heavy and deliberate, as he walked back into the chaos of the battlefield. he joined his men without a second thought, blending in with them as if nothing had happened, his presence as imposing as ever.

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sweet torture.

sandor clegane x fem!reader

disclaimer: [ SMUT ] fingering, dirty talk

a/n: just a lil drabble. art credits: bubug on deviantart

0.5k words

“Mm–!”

Your hand flung to your mouth to muffle the moan that just slipped out, embarrassment tinging your cheeks pink.

“Nah”, Sandor rasped into your ear, before he swiftly pulled your hand away. “I wanna hear it.”

In your desperation, you entwined your nimble fingers with his and against your expectations, he let you. His rough hand squeezed once, or it could have very well been your imagination – It was hard to tell when your entire body was overstimulated and your mind foggy with want.

Meanwhile his other hand has been buried in your underclothes for what felt like an hour now.

After many failed attempts of trying to persuade the man, you had finally succeeded.

Earlier today, Sandor had pulled you into his chambers without another word. For exploring your bodily desires, he and you have settled onto his bed. He leaned against the headboard with outstretched legs and had you pressed tightly to his broad front.

One of his thick fingers was sliding in and out of you in an agonizingly slow motion, making you twitch and buck against his hand. Every time his knuckle hit your entrance, he curled it up and pushed against your slick walls from inside. When you dared to glance downwards, you were met with the sight of his slick palm, which pulled another sweet whimper out of you.

You did this.

It was arousing in a way you could not understand. It was filthy and messy and definitely not becoming of a lady, but you could not care less in this very moment.

A few strands of hair stuck to your flushed face, which would irritate you usually. Not now, though. You were much too occupied with the overwhelming sparks he sent through your entire body, by only using one hand.

You were surrounded by him — his body, his musky smell, his breath. You felt suffocated in the most heavenly way one could think of.

Overwhelming. It was so, so overwhelming.

Just as his finger grazed your insides, you suddenly shut your legs in one swift movement, trapping his hand in-between.

“I— I can’t!”, you cried out, one stray tear rolling down your cheek. With a trembling hand, you tightly grabbed his hairy wrist. This sent another pulse to your heat as you glanced down – the hair on his arm looked so… manly. He was manly. And you clenched onto his hand, which was still trapped between your shaking legs, even tighter.

“You can��, he growled into your ear and made you shudder. So manly.

Without any effort, he shoved your legs apart again, but this time trapped them under his own. You mewled.

“Sandor—“, you choked out. He ignored how the simple sound of his name from your lips made him twitch in his pants. He clenched his jaw. Not yet, he thought to himself.

Without another word, you felt him thumbing on the outside of your lady parts, while his middle finger was still inside you. A sudden wave of pleasure stole the air from your lungs and made your eyes roll back into your head. In an instinct, your legs tried to shut once again, but his own made this impossible.

He had you, trapped and at his mercy. If this counted as torture, you wanted to get tortured all the time.

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SUPERNATURAL ;

- Dean Winchester

perv dean . . .

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dean smut drabble . . .

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older reader x dean smut drabble pt2 . . .

jealous silly dean . . .

passionate car sex with a pathetic dean . . .

dadbod!dean winchester headcanons . . .

fucking dean dumb after a looong week . . .

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even more hateful sex with dean . . .

dean’s a bit too big for you . . .

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dean winchester x male reader drabble . . .

dean thought you were dead . . .

sam being a total sub . . .

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sam with a biter bf . . .

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fucking crowley on his throne . . .

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HOUSE MD ;

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frotting with house . . .

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male reader x lisa cuddy drabble . . .

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denying the accusations whilst taking it up the ass (smut) . . .

soft sex with chase after a long day . . .

- Eric Foreman

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- Rick Grimes

- Carl Grimes

- Michonne

- Negan Smith

- Daryl Dixon

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- Eugene Porter

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- Dwight

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- Percival

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- Leon

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- Mike Wheeler

- Nancy Wheeler

- Will Byers

- Jonathan Byers

- Joyce Byers

- Jim Hopper

- Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

- Lucas Sinclair

- Dustin Henderson

- Steve Harrington

- Eddie Munson

- Robin Buckley

- Maxine Mayfield

- Billy Hargrove

- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov

ALL; stranger things headcanons . . .

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- Ned Stark

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- Catelyn Stark

- Robb Stark

- Jon Snow

- Theon Greyjoy

- Sansa Stark

- Arya Stark

- Tywin Lannister

- Jaime Lannister

- Cersei Lannister

- Tyrion Lannister

- Tommen Baratheon

- Joffrey Baratheon

- Daenerys Targaryen

- Sandor Clegane

- Margaery Tyrell

- Brienne of Tarth

- Jaqen H'ghar

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- Rachel Greene

- Phoebe Buffay

- Monica Geller

- Ross Geller

- Chandler Bing

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- Harry James Potter

- Hermione Granger

- Ron Weasley

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Draco Malfoy

- Luna Lovegood

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- Severus Snape

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

FANTASTIC BEASTS ;

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IT ;

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- Beverly Marsh

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- Mike Hanlon

DEAD POET'S SOCIETY ;

- Neil Perry

- Todd Anderson

- Charlie Dalton

- John Keating

SHAMELESS ;

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- Philip Gallagher

- Ian Gallagher

- Debbie Gallagher

- Carl Gallagher

- Liam Gallagher

- Mickey Milkovich

- Mandy Milkovich

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- Peter Parker (A. Garfield)

- Peter Parker (T. Maguire)

- Peter B. Parker

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

- Miguel O'Hara

- Hobie Brown

THE BOYS ;

- John ‘Homelander’ Gillman

- Benjamin ‘Soldier Boy’ Hargrove

- Annie ‘Starlight’ January

- William ‘Billy’ Butcher

- Hughie Campbell

- Serge ‘Frenchie’

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request of Sandor smut with a chubby!fem reader?? pls pls🥹

The Maiden

Sandor Clegane x reader

+:✿ Drabble���:+ 

CW: MDNI, SMUT, P in V Sex, Plus Size Afab reader, mention of breast play, mention of insecurity, major body worshiping.   A/N: Girl yes the fuck you can-Yes the fuck you cannnn!!! I would like to make it known that in my personal head canon Y/N in both the Sandor and Podrick series is chubby. so sue me, 🫣SO LOCK ME UP!

Word Count: 420 (lol)

Sandor took his duty as your husband seriously. He needed you well fed. Three meals each day. He loved the thickness of your thighs, your belly, your hips, your ass, and of course your breasts. He ogled you since the first time he saw you working in a tavern in Winterfell. When you bent over to fill his cup, you caught him staring at your breasts. And before you knew it he had his cock between them.

And even now, he still ogled you just as he did before. He loved your softness, your plumpness, and your scars. 

He loved it best when you let him watch you bathe. His cock twitched in his trousers as his eyes ran over your naked body covered in oils, soaps, and bubbles. He loved how the fat of your belly slightly rolled in on itself as you sat up in the bath. It was as if you were a manifestation of the maiden herself right in front of him. Not a bit of you was masculine, you were a true symbol of femininity in his eyes. 

He couldn’t help it but pull his length out and stroke it as he watched you run your expensive perfumed oils over your body. The oil caught the light of the moon so perfectly, it only highlighted every curve of your body and the dip of your hips.

And if you ever dare complain about your body, he would teach you to love it. One brutal thrust of his hips at a time. The water spilling out the sides of the tub mixed well with the sounds you make as his cock pulsed inside of your aching cunt. 

But of course he’d punish you for thinking such terrible things about the love of his life. 

So naturally he’d make you ride him. He’d be unable to help himself from bucking his hips into you harder, making your breasts bounce, your belly shake, and your ass jiggle, all while you held onto his shoulders for support. The slight is enough to make him fill you quickly with his release. 

As the heat of it engulfs your body, you remember how beautiful you are. How much 

power you hold. 

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Hello! Could I have a head canon or drabble (which ever you feel more inspired to do/makes sense) for Sandor x Stark!fem!reader for what things might have been like if she’d gone with him when he was leaving during the Battle of the Blackwater? Thank you friend, I appreciate it! 💛🙏

(yes of course! I feel like both work so this is headcanons plus a bonus drabble x I love Sandor so always got to do the most for him! enjoy!)

(also it's been forever since I watched this show so this is definitely not accurate events for the Battle of Blackwater episode lol)

(Sandor Clegane x fem Stark reader - warnings for typical Game of Thrones stuff, slight angst but mostly fluff)

King's Landing had always been dangerous, especially for people like you and Sandor. You knew it better than anyone after the things your family had gone through at the hands of the king.

Sandor had also tasted the cruelty that Joffrey was capable of, and neither of you were keen to exacerbate it.

Which is why you'd spent months dancing around feelings for each other.

You were lucky that Joffrey had set his sights on Sansa rather than yourself, but as a Stark it was too much of a risk to openly court Sandor. No matter how badly you wanted to.

You also wouldn't dare risk causing him harm in that way. You knew any associates of yours would sooner or later be targeted by the Lannisters.

Sandor was usually your escort in the Red Keep. No doubt the king found it amusing to have his dog guarding the wolf. He was quiet and brooding, but seemed to enjoy your presence at least a little, though you couldn't be sure whether you had imagined the tension between you. Aside from that, you weren't certain of his feelings until the Battle of the Blackwater.

You were far too stubborn to allow yourself to be corralled into a safehold with the women and children.

Fortunately, Cersei didn't much care about your fate should you be caught in the consequences of the battle, so you remained in your room in the keep.

Truthfully, you were waiting for Sandor. You didn't know whether he would return or not, but you couldn't sit around and do nothing while he fought.

You busied yourself with gathering your essential belongings, in case of needing to flee in an emergency, until a blaze lit up the horizon through your window.

You just prayed that he was alright...

Your nervous pacing was enough to occupy yourself until you heard thundering footsteps from the hall. Fuck. You had no way to defend yourself if someone should come to take you, and it was far too late to hide now, and-

The door burst open.

And it was him.

He looked a little worse for wear, but mostly unharmed, and you practically threw yourself at him knowing he was alive.

Not quite registering how he froze up in surprise for a moment, you wrapped your arms around him tightly, just needing to feel him there despite the armour that stood between you. His hand moved to your shoulder as you pulled away, much gentler than you'd expected him to be.

"I'm leaving."

Your heart dropped.

"...Oh."

You blinked back the tears that were threatening to form and swallowed your pain as best you could. "Where will you go?"

"Anywhere. Anywhere's better than this fuckin' city."

You nodded and looked down, not knowing what else to say without betraying your feelings.

"Little wolf." His fingers hooked under your chin to make you look up at him, with eyes clouded by tears. "You'd miss an old dog that much?"

Your voice seemed to shrink as a tear rolled down your cheek. "I just... I don't want you to go..."

Sandor brushed it away with his thumb and smiled, almost imperceptibly, but it was there. "Do you really think I'd leave you to the lions? You're coming with me."

In that moment, Sandor felt he could live in the way your eyes brightened.

"You really mean that?"

"Get your things. I'm not staying here long enough for them to find us."

You grabbed your bag of essentials that was already lying on your bed, breathing out a laugh and shrugging when Sandor raised an eyebrow at your preparedness.

"Maybe I was hoping you'd come back for me."

"Always will, little wolf."

The gentle feeling of your lips against his cheek sent warmth through his body, and Sandor was determined to not let you out of his sight again if this was the reward.

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Kinktober 2023 List

Welcome to my first ever kinktober, a month long of smutty drabbles and one shots. Hope you all enjoy and if you want added to a charecter/fandom tag list so you dont miss anything let me know <3

NSFW under cut

Masterlist Here

Day one: discrete fun with Robb Stark – deciding to take his teasing to a new level Robb decides to take the sex toys out of the bedroom

Day two: marking with Jace Velaryon – jealous is an understatement for what Jace is feeling so he decides to fix his problems by showing everyone who you belong to

Day three: phone sex with Jamie Tartt – even though he loved to play the long nights away from you were almost impossible to bare so he often found himself hitting call at late hours of the night

Day four: body worship with Podrick Payne – Podrick feels honoured just to be able to touch your body and wants you to hear his praises

Day five: role reversal with James Potter – James is used to being in charge, but things change when one night you decide to give him a taste of his own teasing medicine

Day six: over stimulation with Jon Snow – Jon is eager to please but even more eager to make you a mumbling mess who doesn’t know their own name by the end

Day seven: stepcest/cam girl au with Daemon Targaryen – after Daemons new stepdaughter moves in daemon finds out her naughty little secret

Day eight: dubcon kidnap au with Ramsay Bolton – Ramsay can’t stand the idea of such a pretty creature going unappreciated any longer

Day nine: edging/orgasm denial with Rhanerya Targaryen – since you’re used to get everything you want Rhaenyra decides to show you good things come to those who wait

Day ten: throne/semi public sex with Danerys Targaryen – being the queen is a stressful job and it is your job to help your queen relax even if that means risking getting caught

Day eleven: knife play with Ivar the Boneless – people whisper and wonder how someone so sweet could marry someone so angry, but they don’t see what Ivar does when you’re underneath him

Day twelve: exhibitionism with Tormund – while wildlings talk freely about sex Tormund enjoys watching your blush at even the mention of it making it even more fun to tease you when you come to tend to his wounds

Day thirteen: primal play with Remus Lupin – usually when Remus runs around the forest its not by choice but tonight, he is chasing his favourite prey

Day fourteen: sex toys and teasing with Sansa Stark – after finding a sleek pink vibrator in her top drawer you decide to see what it can really do

Day fifteen: voyeurism with Aegon Targaryen – while you are visiting his family Aegon discovers a secret passage and what he accidentally sees through the cracks makes him want you instantly

Day sixteen: caught in the act with Roy Kent – when Roy came home all he wanted to do was curl up in bed with you but when he heard a buzzing from under the sheets his plans took a very different turn

Day seventeen: mommy kink with Cersei Lannister – while she may be rough and callous to most others Cersei finds herself dotting on her sweet girl in her chambers each night

Day eighteen: corruption kink with Alicent Hightower – a new septa arrive at court but none of the thoughts on Alicent’s minds are holy

Day nineteen: choking with Bjorn Ironside – you may have been captured by the enemies, but the punishment Bjorn gives you is starting to feel like a reward

Day twenty: bondage/wax play with Margaery Tyrell: people may whisper about her brother’s bedroom habits but none of them see the things she gets up to with her ladies’ maid

Day twenty-one: face fucking with Cregan Stark: to gain his loyalty Cregan demands that you earn it, and he enjoys watching the tears streak down your face as you do

Day twenty-two: daddy kink with Sirius Black – the word just slipped out one time but now it’s all Sirius wants to hear from your lips

Day twenty-three: brat taming with Sandor Clegane – after growing sick of a princess’s bratty attitude Sandor decides to teach her how to behave

Day twenty-four: thigh riding/dry humping with Ragnar Lothbrok – after taking a Christian girl prisoner he decides to show you the pleasure a heathen can feel

Day twenty-five: breeding kink with Ned Stark – there is a reason why Ned has so many children and it’s not as noble as many assume

Day twenty-six: collaring with Aemond Targaryen – not wanting to share Aemond decides to invest in something to show that you’ll always be his and only his

Day twenty-seven: double penetration with Jamie Tartt and Roy Kent: they both like you and when they came to settle it once and for all neither of them expected this out come

Day twenty-eight: mutual masturbation with Oberyn Martell – you always heard that the dornish were more sex positive than most, but you hadn’t expected Oberyn Martell of all people to show you just how good it could feel

Day twenty-nine: face riding with Heleana Targaryen – while Heleana appeared shy outside of your chambers when you, her maid, came to tend to her at night she was anything but shy

Day thirty: teacher student au with Jamie Lannister – he knew it was wrong to ask you to stay after class but after one too many short, short skirts he could no longer keep his thoughts at bay

Day thirty-one: orgy/group sex with Aegon, Aemond, Jace, Daemon, and Rhaenyra since after all sharing is caring

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Daemon Targaryen (hotd)

Aemond Targaryen (hotd)

Aegon Targaryen (hotd)

Helaena Targaryen (hotd)

Sansa Stark (GoT)

Daenerys Targaryen (GoT)

Sandor Clegane (GoT)

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid (Cm)

Aaron Hotchner (Cm)

Call of Duty MW:

Poly 141 (141)

John Price (141)

What i write:

-Headcanons

-Blurbs

-Oneshots

*when something written on the masterlist before a link to it appears, its a w.i.p (work in progress) or is a planned idea for something to be started shortly

Requests: open

Drabbles with multiple characters will be listed here:

The Targaryens With... ->drabble series including Rhaenyra, Daemon, Aegon, Aemon, and Helaena

-A Stark Woman

-A Lannister Lady

-A vampire wife (vamp au)

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