#Modern Sandor clegane x reader

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Modern! Sandor Clegane x Wife! Reader

Sum- Before you forget you give hound an early Christmas present. One that leads him to fucking you on the table.

Warnings

Breeding kink-Unprotected sex-P in V- rough sex- size kink- langerie-female parts- mention of oral sex (fem reciv.)- clit play- nipple play-married couple- military mention- modern!Hound.

NOT FULLY PROOF READ

THIS IS NOT INTENDED FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 READ WITH CAUTION AND HAPPY SMUTMAS.

Sitting on the couch a soft minky blanket thrown over your legs you watch the clock on the wall reading 9:34 pm.

“Here, love” he says, holding out a mug to you with a mountain of whipped cream on top. A smile is spread across your face as you take the cocoa mug into your hands instantly warming them. 

He sighs and sits down on the couch next to you, his arm resting on the back of the couch. The way you're sitting your legs against you and you facing him he moves his hand to bring it to your legs pulling them down to rest across his lap. His large hand rests on your thigh. 

“What time should we go to bed or do you wanna stay up and wait for santa!” you gasp sarcastically which makes him chuckle and shake his head. 

“No i think we should wait for the home intruder.” he says now your turn to laugh as you set your mug down on the coffee table. You take him out of his hand and put it next to yours before you shuffle closer to him snuggling into his arm frame he relaxes as you wrap your arms around him. 

His large muscular arms hold you close to him. He kisses the top of your head as you nuzzle into him. 

You gasp pulling away before he can get comfy and you spring up. 

“What's wrong?” He ask. 

“I almost forgot your christmas” you giggle and get up off the couch. 

“Love you can't give me a present now what Christmas day is tomorrow.” He says reaching out his hand for you to come back into his arms. 

“No no hold on it’ll just take a second i gotta wrap it.” You and smile hurrying out of the room to your shared bedroom where you hid the present for him far behind the closet. Stripping out of your clothes you begin to dress in the small lingerie you and Margarey had picked out. 

“Okay! Clothes your eyes!” You call from the room. You hear him chuckle assuming his eyes are closed. You walk back down the hall, your feet padding against the finished wood flooring. 

“Are your eyes closed Sandor?” You ask before coming into view. 

“Yes little bird, they're closed.” He says using the nickname he gave you when you two were just friends. 

You walk into the living room and you see him sitting on the couch, eyes closed. 

“Okay open.” You say smiling he opened his eyes blinking a bit adjusting them to the beautiful sight that is you wrapped perfecting in lace and thigh high.

“Fuck…” is all he says as you slowly spin around making sure he gets every angle of you into his veiw. 

“Do you like it? M-Margery helped me pick it out.” You shyly speak. 

The view of you. Wrapped so nicely goes straight to his dick as it strains against his pants already has he stands up. 

A blush creeps up onto your face as you see his bulge staring against his christmas themed swears pants. He walks up to you, his large tall figure towering over you, his hands gripping your waist pulling you into him with a gasp. 

“You realize i gotta take you into the bed room and fuck you silly now hm?” He says lifting your chin. Up to look him in the eyes. That blush is now burning against your ears. 

“O-or you could take me here.” You say a sudden burst of confidence rushing through you. 

He takes his bottom lip between his teeth before letting it go. He picks you up with no effort and hurries to the table on the side of the room pushing everything off it, some of the glass decorations falling onto the floor and breaking before your back in against the table, the soft tablecloth shielding you from the cold wood. 

His lips press against yours passionately in a rough needing kiss as you claw at his shirt before he pulls it off letting your hands explore down his toned chest feeling all his scars from being out in the field of military. 

Your legs wrap around his waist pull his hips into yours feeling his erection straining against his pants. 

“Ah- f-fuck Sandor.” You gasp out as he moves his lips to your neck and down to your breasts, his left hand gripping your break completely engulfing it giving it a squeeze drawing a moan out of you before he pulls the garment down your breasts bouncing nipples hardened at your arousal. 

His mouth immediately attaches to one swirling his tounge around your hoarded bud licking and suckling. His other hand moves between you both pushing your panties to the side, his fingers rubbing up and down brushing against your clit causing you to moan out his name. 

He groans into your nipple, the vibration causing a jolt through you. As you pull him off your breast and to your lips kissing your lips which he happily does. You feel him shuffle without breaking the kiss. He pulls away pulling back holding his large member in his hands pressing the tip to your entrance teasing you. 

“Wrapped up nice a pretty for me huh baby?” He asks you to nod your body blush with pleasure. 

“You know what the best part about a present is now don't you? Unwrapping it.” He says letting go of his cock and taking the panties in hand, ripping them apart from your bottom before doing the same to the bra. 

“These can stay on tho.” He says giving your thigh a squeeze gesturing to the thigh highs you wear. He takes a hold of himself again lining up at you before pushing in both of you moaning. 

“Fuck so good for always!” He exclaims his large hands on either side of your waist as he thrusts into you the visible bulge in your tummy. 

“Fuck baby look at that.” He says pressing his thumb against the bungle as it shifts down and back with each of his thrusts. The feeling of him filling you so perfectly has you gripping the tablecloth scrunching the expensive fabric under your touch. Youre mouth agape as he fucks up into you. 

“So fucking gorgeous.” He mutters moving his hand down his thumb pressing against your clit rubbing it causing you to clamp down around him. 

“F-fuuck little bird yeah. You like that huh?” He says but all you answer with is an exhaled moan. 

“S-s-Sandor ah, ahh. F-fu..” you babble on as he continues to fuck you so good. 

“Wh-what do you want? Argh gotta fuckign tell me.” He huffs leaning down to you kissing your chest marking you up some more. One hand rests on your breast now massaging it as his thumb flicks and grazes over your nipple and the other that was once on your clit pulling your leg up over his large broad shoulder. 

“C-cum in me. Ah p-p-please, cum in me.” You whine your word goes straight to his dick making him somehow harder than he already is. The feeling of your velvet walls wrapping around him perfectly squeezing him is better than any toy he used during college, or any other woman he’s ever had. Nothing compares to his wife’s cunt always ready and perfect for him and he sure as hell wouldn’t miss the opportunity to knock you up so everyone truly knows you're his. 

NO amount of hickies could seal the deal even with the giant rock of a wedding ring he got. You men still approach you but your belly swollen with HIS kid would surely keep you all to himself. Even though he already has you on your back,  babbling between wailing moans calling out his name. 

If he had it his way, if he didn’t fuck you so rough sometimes, he’d have you every night. Not to say you didn’t love yours and his rough sex you were a bit sore in the morning so he’d always help you with eating you out in the morning. The way his tongue skillfully swirls around your clit and the way he makes you cum in 30 seconds to 2 minutes flat depending on how much he wants to elongate your pleasure.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave as your back arches and legs begin to shake. Your beautifully twisted face only hitting Sandor with the same feeling as he roughly thrusts up into you spurting as much cum in you as he can you feel as he pushes against your Ervin the feeling of him cumming in you causing a second orgasm out of nowhere. 

Panting you catch your breath and carefully pulls out of you keeping your leg on his shoulder as he kisses your inner thigh. His semen dripped out of you only for him to push his semi hard dick back into you. 

“No love gotta keep that in you cant let anything go to waste now can we.” He chuckles leaning down to your fucked blushed out face you shake your head smiling. 

“Mm-mm '' you reply, pulling him to you, kissing his lips before he picks you up and walks out of the room  down the hall into the bedroom where he’s determined to make you squirt.

[justagirlwholikesadam]

Farmer! Sandor Clegane Headcanon

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Summary: Just a few headcanon of Sandor Clegane as a farmer.

A/N: Thinking about this man as a farmer has me down on my knees. Comment and like below, maybe I can do next farmer Sandor meeting reader. Enjoy-L || Border Credit: @cafekitsune

Warning: SFW, sad childhood, Sandor being himself, dog dad,

Farmer!Sandor always knew he wanted to be a farmer from a young age. He liked working with his hands and moving around. He never wanted a desk job, he couldn't imagine his 6 '6 self sitting on a small computer chair for nine hours a day, five days a week. He had low patience dealing with idiot people, so retail was out of the question, any job that required dealing with people was a no. So far the only thing talking back to him were the animals on the farm and he was content with that. 

Farmer!Sandor isn't much of a people person but he will sometimes invite Tormund, a worker from the market he goes to for groceries once in a while over to watch the game or just for a beer. Sandor only does it because Tormund doesn't shut up about coming over. After two six-packs, Tormund isn't so bad to be around and he doesn’t ask him about his scars. 

Farmer!Sandor gets up right before the rooster crow at dawn. He likes to watch the sunrise while drinking black coffee. He nibbles on some toast or some corn muffins. On Sunday, he makes a big breakfast meal since it's the only day he rest. Eggs, bacon sometimes with ham and grits. 

Farmer!Sandor wears a white beater shirt and his dark coarse chest hair peeks out. It shows off his broad shoulders and his muscular arms, it was all thanks to the hard manual labor he does. He ties his long hair with a black hair band, he keeps a spare around his wrist. He wears old blue jeans that hang low on his hips. Sometimes he wears a flannel shirt, when it gets too hot, he takes it off and wraps it around his hips. He wears these heavy size 12 boots with rubber outsoles on them. 

Farmer!Sandor sweats alot after a long day of work. He uses the flannel to wipe the sweat off his forehead, neck and tone arms. He showers immediately after walking into the house. He leaves the boots outside and goes into the shower to clean the dirt and sweat off of his body. He makes sure he cleans himself, rubbing the body wash thoroughly through his chest hair and his long hair. 

Farmer!Sandor walks out of the shower and looks at himself in the mirror. His burn scars are a bit red from being out in the sun all day. He reminds himself for tomorrow to wear his hat. He grabs face cream from the medicine cabinet to help with the redness. Some days Sandor can't stand the sight of him, that's why he liked being alone in his farmhouse. He dislikes the stares and pointing he got when going into town. 

Farmer!Sandor still has issues about his face, it has gotten much better after going to the doctors. He has even done surgery for his hair to grow a bit, he usually combs his hair over to cover the slightly bald spot. He applies oils on his beard regularly and it helped his beard grow a bit back. His right brow has grown a bit as well, but the burn scars on his cheek and ear are still very visible. 

Farmer!Sandor dresses comfy to get started on dinner. He walks into the kitchen and turns on the radio or sometimes the tv. He's listening to the news while cutting some veggies he has grown from his garden in the backyard. He usually grills his steak in the backyard when he's not tired. Opening a beer, he sits down and eats in silence. Sometimes he eats in front of the tv and watches whatever is playing. He's not picky on what to watch on tv. 

Farmer!Sandor was on the field the next day on the tractor when he heard barking. He turns it off and looks over his shoulders to see it was a dog a few feet away from him. There isn't usually strays around, he makes sure of it since he has some chickens and pigs. He walks towards the dog, its shaggy fur is white and gray. Its ears are floppy and its tongue is hanging out as it pants. 

“You alright, pup?” He asked, not really expecting it to answer but to his surprise. It barks at him, making him smile.

He carefully stretches his hand out when he notices it wasn't going to bite. He pats its head and even scratches behind its ears. Asking if it wants to eat, the dog’s tail starts wagging like crazy. Sandor decides he’ll have lunch early that day. He smiles once more when he notices it’s following him all the way to the house.  He sits outside on the porch swing as he eats his sandwich and drinks a cold glass of ice tea. He watches the dog eat the leftover steak from dinner last night. 

Farmer!Sandor decides to keep the dog after it kept following him everywhere for the past week. When he finds out it’s a girl, he decides to name it after his little sister, Ellie. The dog didn’t seem to mind, it followed him whenever he said it. He liked having company, it was less lonely when he wasn’t working. He lets Ellie sleep on the foot of his bed.

Farmer!Sandor doesn't smoke that much, he really only does it when he has a rough day. He’s sitting on the porch swing with a beer in one hand and the cigarette in the other. Since he’s alone, he does alot of thinking as he watches the sunset. He thinks about his life before he started to farm. He has been thinking about his little sister lately since the dog came around. His little sister was his best friend when he was younger. He had told her about his dream of having a farm. He smiles to himself as he remembers her telling him that he had to have horses for her to ride. He promised her that he would when he was a kid he had even promised her that he would have two horses so they could ride together. 

Farmer!Sandor didn't have a good childhood, his parents were never around and his older brother was a bully. His older brother was the one to burn him when he was a kid. While holding his face on the hot coals, his little sister tried to help him. She hit the older brother on the back with her tiny fist. Furious that she was hitting him, he had smacked her. He hit her so hard that she fell back and slammed her head on the coffee table. Ellie lost a lot of blood on the way to the hospital and did not survive. His older brother was 18 at the time and was sentenced to prison. Parents couldn't handle it and left Sandor, who was placed in foster care. 

Farmer!Sandor gets brought back to reality when he feels Ellie rubbing her head against his knee. He threw the cigarette out and placed the beer on the small table near him. He pats the seat next to him and makes sure that the swing doesn't move as Ellie jumps up next to him. He leans back as she rests her head on his lap. Sandor pats her head softly as he looks over across the field and stares at the half built stable he was building, he was going to get those horses and complete his promise to his sister. 

[megsironthrone]

Never Fake-Date Your Savior

Based on this request: : glad you’re back!!! i hope you and your hubby get to finish HotD soon! 👀👀 a while ago you wrote a sandor x reader drabble where he’s in the mafia/gang and protecting reader from the boltons by holding their hand? i was wondering if you’d be interested in doing a continuation where they’ve kept up fake dating to keep reader safe but on one of their dates, they both highkey admit they’ve grown to genuinely like the other? 👉👈 if not that’s totally ok, you can ignore this!!! 💌 hope you have a great day

Here you are lovelies!! This is the fic that the 1st place winner of Game of Characters chose to be posted next! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

This fic is a continuation of a drabble I wrote for my 2200 follower celebration

Warnings: Mentions of mob violence? Modern/Mob AU. Fake Dating Trope. Angsty-ish. Fluff.

Pairings/Characters: Sandor Clegane x reader

How did this happen? That was the question you’d been asking yourself for the last several weeks. Ever since you figured out who the man who’d saved you from Roose Bolton’s men was. You’d managed to trade one mob family for another. However, Sandor Clegane was nothing like Roose Bolton or his son. He had saved you the night you met him and had even given you his number so you could contact him as often as you felt unsafe. 

You told him exactly how you’d gotten on the Bolton’s radar and he called you stupid. It wasn’t said to hurt you, but rather to stress just how poor your decision making in your dealings with the Boltons was. You realized that when the Bolton’s men would not leave you alone. It got to the point where you were calling or texting Sandor every other day. It was getting tiresome, but luckily for you, Sandor came up with a brilliant idea.

“What?” you asked in disbelief as you stared at the scarred man. “As often as I see you, we might as well.” You merely stared at him as your brain processed his words. “Let me get this straight,” you managed to say after a few minutes, “You want to fake-date me and make it obvious until Roose and his cronies finally decide to leave me alone?” He nodded. 

“Look, they leave you alone whenever I’m with you. We might as well make sure that’s as often as possible without you having to pull me from work. And I don’t have to listen to your whinging every time you see them.” You glared at him. “I don’t whinge,” you muttered, but he heard you anyway and arched his brow. With a loud sigh, you said, “Fine. I know it’s the best idea we’ve got. So, let’s do it. What could possibly go wrong?”

*time skip*

Feelings. That’s what could go wrong. You developed feelings for Sandor faster than you ever thought possible. Spending so much time with him, day in and day out lead to you falling head over heels in love with him. And you were doomed. Sandor was not a man who expressed feelings easily and he certainly had a very bleak outlook on love. There was no way he would ever, ever return your feelings. 

You hid your growing adoration as best as you could. You stopped seeing him as often, which didn’t help the whole Bolton situation. You kept conversations shorter unless you were out in public together. Anything you could do to avoid confronting your feelings, you tried. Eventually, however, you couldn’t any longer. 

One evening, you and Sandor planned a dinner “date” and for some reason it made you even more nervous than usual. You couldn’t help feeling like something was going to happen. Good or bad, you didn’t know. Just something. You just knew that your life was about to change again. 

Dinner was a soft-spoken affair. That was typical. Sandor didn’t talk much and when he did, it was either quiet enough so only you could hear or loud enough the entire restaurant could hear. No in between. After dinner, you were still feeling a bit antsy, so you asked Sandor to walk with you through a nearby park. He agreed, but was even more quiet than usual. 

“What’s up?” you asked when you were finally away from a crowd of people. Sandor didn’t reply so you stopped walking and looked up at him. “Sandor…” He met your gaze and those deep brown eyes nearly had you drowning in them. “Are you okay?” He nodded, but you didn’t believe him and asked again. “Sandor, I know something’s bothering you. What is-”

“You.” You blinked and your jaw dropped open in surprise. “Oh,” was all you managed as you felt your heart twist in your chest. “I see,” you croaked out, willing the tears not to come. You would not let that man see you cry over him. 

“Why can’t I get you out of my head?” he asked, almost too quietly for you to hear, “You’re always there. I can’t take it anymore. WHY? Why do I always see you staring at me with those (e/c) of yours? You don’t look at me like everyone else does. Like I’m dangerous, which I am. My entire family is. You look at me like…like I mean something. ” 

At that, you felt the tears you wanted to stay away come to your eyes. “Sandor, you do mean something. You mean so much. I-I think I might…” you trailed off, unable to put your feelings into words. Instead, you stepped closer to him and placed a hand on his unscarred cheek. You gently guided him down so you could meet his lips, kissing him softly.

When you pulled away, Sandor was gazing down at you in surprise. He clearly had not been expecting that. While the two of you had shared small pecks, mostly on the cheek, to sell the idea that you were together, you’d never kissed on the lips before that moment. You gave him a soft smile. 

Then, as suddenly as your happy moment came, it ended. Sandor glanced up and a frown made its way to his lips. “Oh,” was all he said before backing away and heading in the opposite direction. You took off after him, confused until you looked over your shoulder. Bolton’s men. 

“Sandor,” you panted, “Wait!” He stopped and whirled on you, fire blazing in his dark eyes. He was furious. “What was that about?” you managed to ask. He gave you a look that said, “Are you kidding me?” 

“I knew we were pretending, but that was lower than I ever thought you capable of,” he growled. Your brows knit together in confusion. “What?” 

“Kissing me like that just because Bolton’s men saw us again. I know I’m no prize, but you didn’t have to…to-” he trailed off as you realized that he wasn’t angry. He was hurt thinking that you only kissed him because you were pretending. You had to remind yourself that the man standing before you hadn’t been shown real love in his entire adult life. “Sandor, I didn’t even know they were there. Honestly. I kissed you because I wanted to. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.” 

Sandor was silent, hanging on your every word. You continued, “When we started this, I was just grateful to be protected. But then I got to know you and spend time with you. I don’t know when or even how it happened, but I fell and I fell hard. I love you, Sandor and nothing else matters. Not what people think, not the dangers from any other “families”, not the Boltons, not even your brother. The only thing that matters at this moment is whether or not you love me too.” You answer came in the form of the giant man pulling you to him and kissing you breathlessly. 

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

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Drinks & Dates

Summary: Using the prompts “Can you come get me?” and “You’re not really dating him” 

You’ve recently broken up with your boyfriend but he doesn’t get the message. Maybe fake dating his coworker will finally make him realize that you're really over? That is, if your friend doesn’t get to him first. 

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x reader

Genre: Modern AU

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: none 

A/N: Meryn is not the creep he is in the books/show but he is what he’s always been: a loser

Part 1

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“You can’t keep doing this,” you sighed. You would’ve yelled if you weren’t so tired. This was what, the third or fourth time he’d done this?

“You said you were done with your dinner plans with your friend at 8:30,” Your ex Meryn said. “You also said we could hangout.”

You shook your head as you went to put on your shoes and grab a jacket. It was 8:25.

“No. I said I was leaving at 8:30 because I had plans for dinner with a friend,” Before he could argue, you added, “Reread my text.”

He did and “my bad” was all he could think to say.

You were exasperated. Did he really not see an issue with showing up at your apartment? You had told him that they could hang out anytime today but that you had plans at 8:30. 

“You have to leave,” You demanded

“What friend is it?”

“Does it matter?”

Before you could reply, there was a knock on the door. You rolled your eyes and went to get it. On the other side of the door was Rosa, your close friend. She wore a short, tight dress that made your halter top and very short shorts look conservative.

“Who is it?” Meryn asked.

Rosa walked in, saw your ex on the couch, and shook her head at you.

“I don’t want to hear it,” You said, knowing you’d both talk about it in the Uber. “I have to pee and then we can go.”

“Okay, I’ll order the Uber,” Rosa said as she began to make small talk with Meryn. When you walked out, finally ready to leave, Meryn tested your patience again.

“Do you want me to leave?”

What kind of question was that? Sensing your train of thought, he continued speaking.

“I’ve stayed here before. Even when you go out for girls' night.”

“No!” You half-yelled. The nerves on this man. “I have to set the alarm and you need to go.”

Meryn awkwardly shuffled to the door, trying to offer you a hug but the look on your face dissuaded him. Once he made his way to his car, you and Rosa stepped out of the apartment and you set the alarm. 

“Why was Meryn here?” Rosa asked on their walk to the Uber. 

Shaking your head and stepping in, you replied, “Where do I start?”

“Is this not the first time?”

“No, and I don’t know why-”

“What’s the code?” The Uber driver interrupted. He was an older man, in his early forties, if you had to guess.

“2358,” Rosa said with a smile. The man smiled back at her as the directions pulled up.

“You two are headed to Herry’s?” He asked rhetorically and Rosa smiled again, “It’s busy on a Saturday.”

“That’s why we’re going. We love the music and the dancing.”

“Hoping to have a good time?”

“Always,” She giggled a little. Her bubbly and flirtatious personality made it easy for her to talk to people, especially men. “Do you know of any other good spots to hit on a Saturday night?”

“Probably not places for young women to dance,” he admitted, looking over their outfits in the rearview mirror, “But if you get tired of the people and the crowds, you should head to Jeff’s. It’s got a live band and cheap beer and it’s a great place to wind down and end the night.”

“Really?”

“Yep. The crowd there is a bit older and a tad quieter, but as long as you don’t go in there making a scene, you should be fine.”

“Thank you,” Rosa said as the driver pulled to the curb in front of Herry’s. She leaned up before getting out and using an innocent tone added, “And just so you know, I never make a scene.”

You waited for your friend to stop flirting with the driver, eager to complain about Meryn and get a much-needed drink. 

The first thing you did while inside was make your way to the bar across the massive room. It was crowded, so Rosa grabbed your hand so as to not be separated in the sea of people. The music poured from the speakers and people were dancing in the center of the room. The two of you couldn’t wait to join. Ordering four shots, two for each of you, Rosa asked, “So what’s with you and Meryn?”

You took your first shot, “I honestly don’t know anymore.”

“I thought the two of you broke up. I thought you dumped him.”

“I did!” You said defensively.

“Then why was he at your apartment?” Rosa’s eyes widened, “Are you two hooking up?”

“What? No! I dumped him two weeks ago, and he keeps wanting to hang out and do things together. I don’t think he’s accepted that we’re over.”

Rosa nodded. The relationship had been over for you for a while and she knew it. You had talked to Rosa several times about dumping Meryn before. He never put in the effort you did, never texted first, and never cared about going to the farmers market with you, or on dates, or celebrating Valentines Day. The list got longer the longer you dated. But whenever you brought up the issues or told him that you would leave if things didn’t get better, he always made excuses and promised to get his act together. He never did.

This time was different though. You had the suspicion that Meryn was cheating on you. When you told Rosa, your friend suggested confronting him or catching him in the act, either by catfishing him or finding the other woman. You declined, finally deciding to end the relationship once and for all. 

“How did he take it when you told him?” Rosa asked, having been out of town for the past month.

“I thought he was mature about it. He didn’t really say anything, but he asked if we could still be friends.” “And you said yes?” You couldn’t tell if Rosa’s tone was curious or scolding.

“Well yeah, I figured we could still be friends.” You said in your defense, “But I thought that we’d hang out with some of our mutual friends or maybe catch up over pizza or something. I didn’t think he’d keep showing up to my apartment.”

“You should’ve told him no and gone no contact.”

“I see that now,” You said, taking your second shot and Rosa did the same.

“So why did he come over tonight? Didn’t you tell him that we had plans?”

“Of course I did. I told him I had plans with a friend at 8:30. I thought we might do something sooner— away from my apartment— but he never responded and then showed up ten minutes before you did.”

Rosa shook her head at your acceptance that Meryn could show up at your door rather than tell him off, but she chose to focus on something else.

“Did you say you were out with a friend or me?”

“Does it matter?”

Rosa gave you a look.

“I said a friend, but you are my friend.”

“Maybe,” Rosa smiled and ordered another round of shots to keep you waiting for her next words, “Meryn thought you were going on a date.”

“What?” you scoffed, not really believing that Meryn would believe that. 

“Think about it, you you broke up two weeks go—”

“Two weeks isn’t a long time,”

“But you told him that you had lost feelings a while ago, didn’t you? Beides, he knows you’re a beautiful woman and how many arguments have the two of you gotten into because another man was flirting with you?”

You couldn’t find the words you wanted to respond with and Rosa continued.

“It makes perfect sense that Meryn thought you were on a date, got jealous, and wanted to break it up before it got started.”

You wanted to disagree but couldn’t. Meryn would do something like that. The conversation ended officially when the shots were set out. you and Rosa threw them back quickly.

“Shall we?” Rosa asked, stepping away from the bar and looking over her shoulder. you grinned and followed her to the dance floor.

The two of you danced for hours, but it felt like minutes. At one point, another pair of women joined you and they all danced together. When they left, two men replaced them, but they got too handsy, so you and Rosa left. It was about time anyway, nearing 1:00AM. 

“I’m starving,” Rosa said. You agreed. 

“Waffle House?” You asked. It was you and Rosa’s regular spot after a night out.

Rosa pursued her lips, considering a late night breakfast, but decided against it.

“Let’s go to Jeff’s,” She suggested, “I want to see what makes it so great.”

You nodded in agreement. Fries sounded much better than a waffle right now.

Rosa pulled up the directions on her almost dead phone. The bar was only a ten minute walk from the club, but with how much the two of you had been drinking, it would probably be a twenty minute stumble. Hand in hand, you and Rosa made your way to the Jeff’s.

The driver was right, the crowd was different from the one at the club. The club was full of young adults, mostly college students or recently graduated, like you and Rosa. Most of the people at Jeff’s were older, people anywhere from late twenties to late fifties. In your tight outfits, you and Rosa stood out. Luckily no one paid much attention to the two of you. They were more interested in chatting with each other and listening to the band, which was much quieter than the pounding music at the club.

Finding a table, the two of you picked up a menu. It was typical bar food, burgers, wings, mozzarella sticks. A Waitress swooped by to take an order.

“Hi, I’m Addy,” She introduced herself. “Just so you know, the kitchen closes in about ten minutes and the last call is at 1:45. What can I get you?”

“Can I get some fries and an order of mozzarella sticks, please?” you asked, “And two waters?”

“Of course,” Addy smiled, and you returned it, hoping you didn’t appear too drunk. The cool night air and walking had sobered you up some, but unfortunately, it did not do the same for Rosa.

The waters and food came out in minutes, or at least if felt like minutes but you really couldn’t tell. You looked around people watching, absent-mindedly eating fries and half of one of Rosa’s cheese sticks. She was busy swiping through men on tinder, and you didn’t have the energy to talk right now. Your eyes settled on a man at the bar. He was tall, with a full beard and long, dark hair. Only part of his face was visible. Rosa chose this moment to speak.

“See something you like?” She teased.

“Can you keep your voice down?” You replied, glancing around to see if anyone had heard. Rosa tended to be loud and got louder when she drank. She didn’t mind, but you did. Most of these people were probably regulars and knew each other.

Rosa leaned in and half-whispered, “See someone you like?”

“I think I know him,” You replied, trying not to stare and failing, “He looks so familiar.”

“Why don’t you go talk to him?”

“I don’t want to flirt with him.” That wasn’t completely true, but you would’ve liked to be more sober to talk to a man. Maybe if you’d come earlier in the night, you would’ve been up for it.

Rosa surveyed him through squinted eyes. He was sitting at the bar, but there was no doubt he’d tower over everyone there if he stood up. He had a nice beard, which she knew you’d love. And he was muscular. So much so, she told herself that if you didn’t make a move, she would. 

“I think you should flirt with him. He’d be more than a step above Meryn.” She was right. Meryn was a bit pudgy and a lot shorter.You wanted the conversation about the man at the bar to end. You loved Rosa, but you were also comfortable at where the night was ending.

Rosa hiccuped and swallowed, one of her tell-tale signs that she’ll throw up soon. You flagged down Addy for the check. You still had fries to eat, but you could grab something from the fridge at home. 

“Here you go,” Addy said as she tore the small paper off her notepad, “You pay at the bar,” she smiled and walked away.

Rosa snatched the yellow paper from your hands, “I’ll give this back, if you promise to talk to that hot ass man sitting next to the register.”

You hadn’t noticed where he was sitting, but if Rosa got up to try to pay, she’d probably spill her mozzarella sticks. You went  to take the ticket from her hand.

“Say you will. Or I’ll go talk to him.”

As much as you cared for Rosa, you hated when she got like this, threatening to take a man if you didn’t. And she made good on her threats.

“Fine,” You finally took the ticket, “I’ll talk to him. You call an Uber while I pay.”

You got up from the table and made your way to the register. You waited for someone to meet you and take your card. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the tall man nursing his last beer. It was dark, probably Guinness. You could feel Rosa’s eyes on you, and you wish you could find someone attractive or have a crush without being forced to act on it. 

“Can I help you?” The man asked, taking you by surprise. He didn't turn his head to talk to you, but he spoke with an accent your half-drunk brain couldn’t comprehend.

“Oh, no, not unless you work here,” You joked.

“Well then why do you keep looking at me?” He asked rudely. You couldn’t tell if he really wanted an answer. You paused for what seemed like a moment too long.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” You said half-truthfully. “I just feel like I’ve seen you before.”

“You’d remember if you’d seen me.” The words would’ve sounded cocky if it wasn’t for his somber tone. 

Before you could say anything, a small man appeared from a set of doors and held out his hand for your ticket. You handed it to him.

“I hope Sandor isn’t giving you a hard time,” He said, smiling at you. His nametag read “Terry.”

The man, Sandor, scoffed, earning another smile from Terry. You shook your head and someone yelled for Terry in the kitchen. As you took the receipt, scribbling the tip and your signature, you remembered where you had seen Sandor before.

As he took a swig of his beer, you asked, “You wouldn’t happen to be Sandor Clegane, would you?”

“How many more Sandors are there?” Okay, you knew that definitely was rhetorical.

“I’m sorry,” You found yourself apologizing, “I just realized where I knew you from. You work with my ex boyfriend, Meryn.”

“Meryn,” He repeated. Was that disgust in his voice? “Meryn Trant?”

He turned to face you when he repeated Meryn’s name, and you could see why he told you that you’d remember seeing him. A majority of the other side of his face was covered in a burn scar. You focused on his nice beard instead.

“Unfortunately.”

You gently set the bar’s copy of the receipt and the pen down on the counter. You hoped Sandor would say something else, but Rosa hugged you from behind. She noticed Sandor looking at you and stuck out her hand.

“I’m Rosa,” She said with a big smile. Sandor turned away with huff and eye roll, eliminating any chance of furthering the conversation.

She suppressed a smile as she gave you a who-does-this-guy-think-he-is look.You forced a smile in return. You grabbed her by the arm and gently pulled her away. The Uber was probably there.

You took a few steps before looking over your shoulder, “It was nice to officially meet you, Sandor.”

He looked over his shoulder as well, nodding. Outside, you poured Rosa into the Uber.

[poisonsage808]

♡ Seasons Greetings ♡

ModernAU!Sandor Clegane x Reader

• As soon as the temperature drops, calls start ending like;

“Don’t forget—“

“I won’t forget a jacket!”

• Yeah, you usually forget your jacket but Sandor somehow knew that you would so he keeps one on hand, even when he doesn’t know if he’ll see you. You wear it often and it makes him ridiculously happy to see you in his clothes, also warm

• Going out with friends to look at lights, walking stumbling around because you poured irish cream in your hot chocolate. Sandor brought his own flask of whiskey and poured WAY more into his coffee, he’s not even close to being tipsy. But he is having a nice time. Especially when you’re tucked under his arm a giggling disaster

• Now this started before winter but now it’s just important to do more often; if nights end at your house, you massage (unscented) lotion wherever he’ll let you

• “At least your hands,” you asked so sweetly but if Sandor falls asleep, and he usually does, before you’re finished you just keep rubbing his muscles.

• You take extra care to dab some on his scar because, yes, that still needs to be moisturized. All finished, you kiss him softly and cuddle up next your own personal heater

• Speaking of, Sandor grumbled once about being kissed with chapstick on your lips. Now he doesn’t, he subconsciously started licking his lips after you’ve kissed him goodbye

• Also carries chapstick in the console of his car because you’re always losing it. If you ask why he has it, he says it’s one that you’d lost. It’s not, he bought it, picked out the flavor and everything!

• Don’t you dare put on holiday music! “I’ll throw ya in the snow and you can eat that if ya don’t turn that shite off.” (This goes without saying, don’t open the door for carolers either)

• Sandor likes to cook and he’s really freaking good at it too! He invites you to dinner once and you expect takeout— NO! He was in the kitchen finishing up the most scrumdiddlyumptious meal you’ve ever had

• After eating you help him with the dishes then move to the couch to snuggle under the blanket and watch a movie

• If you have to drive at night or in heavy snow, Sandor asks you to let him know when you’ve reached wherever you’ve gone. If you’re at his house and planning to go home, he’ll convince you to stay the night

• Depending on where you are in the relationship, he might offer for you to leave some belongings and such there. It’s supposed to be a practical offer but he’s so bashful about it and you can’t stop smiling

• It makes you so incredibly sad the first holiday you spent together that Sandor didn’t expect you to get him a gift, his surprised expression made you frown

• You don’t even have to go overboard with presents, he’ll feel spoiled regardless. If you buy him something, make him something or even give him a card he’ll find a safe spot for it

• Gift him something sentimental and Sandor won’t say a word, he’ll just bring you into the softest kiss and rest his forehead on yours

• “Your turn,” He says, dropping a bag because this man does not know how to wrap boxes into your lap

• Sandor’s actually quite good at holiday shopping, he thinks of the person and four rules when buying; something they’ll want, need, wear and read

• Obviously not everyone in his life gets all four (or any) just you

• And Arya

• Ok and Sansa but that’s it!

18+ ONLY (suggestive themes ahead)

• Sandor furrows his brows the day you return his jacket to him, “Don’t want it anymore?”

• Shyly, you admit it doesn’t smell like him anymore. Before you can stammer out that you only wanted him to wash it with his soap or even ask to borrow another one, Sandor’s on you

“Like the way I smell, hm?”

“Don’t be mean—“ You blush and try to hide your face but he pins your hands down with ease

“I’m feeling rather givin’ actually,” He smirks against your neck, his beard tickling your skin, “Go on then and tell me what ya wanted.”

• You do leave his house the next morning with an extra jacket.. just also with red cheeks, bite marks and of course smelling like Sandor

♡ requests are open! ♡

[the-californicationist]

💚🔫 When you get this, name 2 fics you’ve written that you’re proud of right now. Send this to 5 people, keep the positivity train going🔫💚

thank you so much @syoddeye!! 🩷

Solomon's Seal (John Price/Reader shibari kink AU)

I did so much research for this, and I honestly gave it my best shot. I took my time on the scenes and the smut and the emotions. I look back at my fics from last year, and I can tell how much I've grown when I see this story by comparison.

Goldfish (Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark modern AU)

I'll never shut the fuck up about this story. And I'm so annoying about it. I know I am! But honestly. It's the best thing I've ever made, and I am grateful to the few people who have read it, but sometimes I feel as if I'm acting like the mother of an ugly duckling because I just think this is like my peak storytelling moment and no one wants to obsess about it with me lol. I'm fine. It's fine.

NPTs: @gemmahale // @fireya-x // @pricesugarwife // @deadbranch // @mikichko

[just-some-random-blogger]

👩‍🔧Fic Post Sched🚧

I'm publicly posting this hold myself accountable because the pressure of deadlines work on me HAHAH. you might want to check this if so if you've recently (and not so recently) requested smth*

07-02-24: Edge Of Ever After - sandor clegane x reader (safe keeping sequel ao3 cross post) [POSTED]

07-02-24: Less Dire Situations - peter parker x reader (ao3 cross post) [POSTED]

09-02-24: Accidental Targ p3 - daemon targaren x modern!reader [POSTED]

13-02-24: [request] cregan x martell!reader (yeti p2) [POSTED]

13-02-24: [request] matt smith x reader [POSTED]

26-03-24: [request] pedro pascal x lawyer!reader [POSTED]

27-03-24: [request] kylo ren x jedi!reader [POSTED]

*i feel like tumblr ate some of the things in my inbox so T_T yeah

[ladyinwriting18]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @thegreatwicked !

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Currently 32! There will be more! Also some of the fics I've written are old. I'm talking 2013 old lol

2. What's your total A03 word count? .........237,027 Fuck that's a lot of words LOL

3. What fandoms do you write for? A LOT LOL Mainly Star Wars and other characters played by Adam Driver. But I've also written for Marvel, House of The Dragon, Game of Thrones and Once Upon A Time.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

A Place To Escape (NSFW Multi-Chapter Kylo x OC/Completed)

I Want Another (NSFW One Shot/ Aemond "One-Eye" TargaryenxYou

Missing The Taste Of You (NSFW One Shot/ Kylo x Reader)

The Gift (NSFW One Shot/ Sandor Clegane x Reader)

The Principal's Office (NSFW One Shot/ Modern Day Kylo x Reader) IDK WHY THIS HAS SO MANY KUDOS I DON"T THINK THIS ONE SHOT IS ANY GOOD LOL

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! I love talking to my readers and honestly every comment that gets left on one of my stories touches my heart!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uh.....I don't think I have any. Most of my fics are smutty one shots that end happy ;) lol

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I would say A Place To Escape because I worked the hardest writing that fic and Kylo and Evangeline go through A LOT before their happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really. I once had someone comment that I must be jealous of Rey cause I write KyloxReader fics but I'm also a Reylo sooooo. But I'm sure there are people out there that talk shit about me and my writing lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? YES. All of the smut all of the time.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Nope. Well.....once I wrote that Heath Ledger's Joker falls through a wormhole into the real world of NYC were me and my two best friends find him and taken him home......Don't ask....and no you can't find that fic anywhere LOL

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have! Not for awhile now but they're deff fun to do!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Jesus idk...there's so many.... Prob Sandor x Sansa cause I've loved them the longest.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Most likely Darkness Into Light. It's never been released but it's a multi-chapter Kylo x reader fic where reader is also an apprentice of Snoke's and Rey tempting Kylo back to the light causes all these problems. I've had the story planned out and semi-written for years now. I love my ideas for it but I don't think I'll ever have the time or energy to finish it/put it out there to the world.

16. What are your writing strengths? I feel like I'm mostly known for my smut writing abilities because I not only write smutty fics but also write smutty audios. Most of my followers call me "smut goblin" lol But I have been told that I'm good at writing about powerful emotions connected with SA. And that I'm good at the characterization of various characters.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I'm too hard on myself and I think I suck. I also think I'm awful at writing descriptors. Like describing what clothing looks like or a place or things like that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I've done it a little bit in A Place To Escape. I wanted Evangeline to have a native language that she used once or twice that Kylo wouldn't understand. But I ended up just using Italian words because.....reasons lol

19. First fandom you wrote for? Oh god....I'm not even sure now because I've been writing for so long. But when it comes to my Ao3 it would be Once Upon A Time (Rumbelle for life!)

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? Gonna have to say A Place To Escape because I put my heart and soul into that fic. And it's also the first ever multi-chapter thing I EVER finished.

No pressure tags! @simpremerat @weareallstoriesintheend @just-some-random-blogger @late-to-the-party-81 I feel like I'm forgetting people.....I'm so sorry my brain is legit trash at remembering people's usernames!

But if I tagged you, then I've read your stuff and I adore it! -Lady In Writing

[onecinder]

Fanfic request guidelines!

I'm now accepting fanfic requests because why not! My ao3 is here. Feel free to shoot me a request through my ask box - but please note the following things:

GENERAL:

It might take me varying periods of time depending on the prompt and how busy I am etc. Also on whether you're requesting a oneshot/drabble or a multi-chapter fic, the latter of which I might deny.

I may deny a request, especially if the person sending it is being unkind; otherwise, I'll try my best to do to all of them. (And aim to do them in the order they are sent. If people actually send me any lol)

FANDOMS I CAN WRITE FOR:

Currently, I'm most experienced with:

One-Punch Man (mainly Saigenos // non-ship fics about Saitama and/or Genos)

Brokeback Mountain

Genshin Impact (almost exclusively Haikaveh // non-ship fics about Kaveh and/or Alhaitham)

Telltale Batman Series (Juce but I also love John so much)

I'm in these fandoms, but don't have much experience writing for them:

ASOIAF / GoT (pretty much exclusively Sandor Clegane and Braime to a lesser extent)

TGCF (Hualian)

WHAT YOU CAN REQUEST:

Please request in the form of prompts (and don't be afraid to make it detailed if you like!)

Headcanons

Ficlets (below 1k words)

Oneshots (1k-5k words)

MAYBE multi-chapter fics if I am interested enough!

STUFF I WILL NOT WRITE:

NSFW. However, I may write suggestive content depending on what and how much, and I'm fine with kissing or fade-to-black scenes. (basically, I can write Gen, Teen, and occasionally Mature.)

Abusive or toxic relationships

Adult x minor

OC x Canon

Reader-insert

Gore/torture/intense violence etc

Cheating

Self-harm

Suicide

Flower shop AUs

Crossovers

Dubcon or noncon between the shipped characters.

STUFF I WILL WRITE:

Pretty much anything I didn't list in the above list. But, just to clarify:

I can write MENTIONED/IMPLIED SA, abusive relationships, self-harm, suicide, torture etc

Past abuse or tragic backstories

Any AUs (I especially love fantasy, modern, high school, or actor AUs)

Found family or non-ship fics, including introspection. I don't exclusively write ships!

Characters will mental illness (as long as it's not glorified)

Disabled characters

OTHER THINGS TO NOTE:

If you want me to respond to the ask privately, please let me know and I can do that. However, Tumblr won't let me do that with anonymous asks unless it's through DMs.

Likewise, I'd like to link the finish work in the response to the ask, but if you don't want me to, just let me know.

I will always crosspost to my ao3, and anything longer than a ficlet I will just post on ao3 and provide a link to it in the ask response.

I might need some more time or specificity in the prompt if I'm writing an AU where a character is neurodivergent - I myself have not been diagnosed as neurodivergent, so I don't want to misrepresent or accidentally disrespect the neurodivergent community. Same with disabled characters and mental disorders.

If you decide to send me a request, have fun!

[inkyquince]

i see those ships... i trust your taste... who else you shipping here on this god given day?

OKAY!

So, hannigram (hannibal nbc) obviously. will graham x hannibal. legitmately, i cant read any fanfiction that is x reader with nbc hannibal. i have read a few small things that are hannibal x reader, but eh. they're legitmately my favourite little gay people. kissing them.

shay cormac x haytham kenyway (assassin's creed). look. i played rogue. i saw haytham looking at shay. haytham IS DEEPLY comphet. like, ziio is beautiful, shay is hot as hell, and THAT MAN IS ME, THAT MAN IS QUEER. shay and liam definitely fucked nasty. and i still follow an artist who draws the BEST shaytham, dear gOD. one of my favourite comics is shay getting nonconned by thomas hickey and william whats his fuck johnson and then haytham comes in and takes over and my god. yes. also they're quite angsty, its great.

Sandor Clegane x Sansa (got). Like... Bookwise? Sandore really wanted to noncon Sansa at the revolt scene? And jesus christ, the fandom for them? there's so much good content, older man obsessing over a cute thing. even modern au's get it. sandor looking at sansa's IG and jerking it with his pocket pussy. when i need inspo for eden, i got into necro's server and look for the sandor things she puts up like fine art. mwah. i love the dynamic.

hanzo x cole cassidy (overwatch). idk man. it was brainrot for years when i used to play overwatch. they were just so fucking good. matt mercer fed us.

[first-edition]

Welcome to this year 2023 Smutmas!!!! Im currently working on as many works as i can but here the teaser for all of you since I started late lol. If you want to be added to the tags list please leave a dm or message me!! Thank you

DAY 1: Present (modern!Sandor Clegane x wife!reader)

DAY 2: Three Wise Men (Jake x Steven x Marc X reader)

DAY 3: Gingerbread (Steven Grant x baker!reader)

DAY 4: Toys (Bucky Barnes x reader)

DAY 5: Santa Baby (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Day 6: OH! Holy Night (Matthew Murdock x Virgin! Reader)

DAY 7: Gold (Spencer Reid x reader)

DAY 8: Frankincense (Geralt of Rivia x reader)

DAY 9: Myrrh (Hellboy x “monster”!reader)

DAY 10: Mistletoe (Arron Hotchner x Reader)

DAY 11: Peppermint (Sandor Clegane x Princess! Reader)

DAY 12: Sugar Plum Fairy (Henry cavil x Ballerina! Reader)

[justagirlwholikesadam]

Construction Worker! Sandor Clegane's Headcanon

Sandor Clegane x Reader : Modern AU

A/N: lmk if you guys like this. I'll start writing more headcanon.

Warning: SFW, NSFW, fluffy, husband Sandor, reader is a housewife

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

SFW

Construction Worker! Sandor works five days a week. He wakes up at 6:30am every Monday through Friday. Sandor wakes up with a big yawn and stretches his arms before looking to his side to see you still sleeping. He kisses your forehead before getting up to let the dogs out in the backyard.

Construction Worker! Sandor walks into the bedroom after his morning shower. He comes in with a towel around his waist and you can't help but watch his body with sleepy eyes as he picks up his clothes from the dresser you laid out for him the night before. You had the time because you are Sandor’s little housewife. You believe it’s the least thing you can do since he works hard all day long. Sandor loves the fact that you are his little housewife, cooking and cleaning. 

Construction Worker! Sandor always lets you know when he’s off to work. A gentle shake wakes you up.   “I’m off to work, babe.” You hear his deep voice and it wakes you up. He never leaves  without his goodbye kiss, something you made him get used to. At first he thought it was ridiculous to wake you up just for a kiss but after years being married to you. It's an essential for him now. He needs your kisses.

Construction Worker! Sandor grabs your chin when he notices you were about to kiss his cheek. He pressed his lips against yours.  You mumbled about morning breath but he doesn't care. The kiss was broken when both of you heard loud barking. Sandor rolled his eyes at the two very large Irish wolfhounds near the doorway of the bedroom. You let out a chuckle at the sight of your fur babies, they wagged their tails as they looked at both of you. “Aint doing nothin’ to your momma.” He tells them, making their head tilt to the side.  

Construction Worker! Sandor had rescued the two Irish wolfhounds from the shelter. Gregor and Ellie were siblings and Sandor didn't have the heart to break them apart. Gregor and Ellie grew large in the span of two years after Sandor adopted them.  Sandor kisses your cheek and walks away giving the dogs a pat on their heads and tells them to take care of their momma. The moment they hear their daddy walking down the stairs they are quick to jump on top of the bed making you squeal as they lick your face giving their own kisses to you. They go to their usual spot they always go when Sandor leaves to work. You laid back back down on the bed with them. Just like Sandor, they loved to cuddle up next to you.

Construction Worker! Sandor lets out a sigh when he hears the loud horn across the work site. It was time for lunch. He takes his hard hat off and pulls a bandanna out of his back pocket of his dark blue jeans to wipe the sweat off his forehead. He hears his coworker Bronn yelling at him to come over to sit with him. The guys on the job envy Sandor whenever he brings out his lunch. 

Construction Worker! Sandor would roll his eyes at them when he brings out the enormous lunch bag you pack for him everyday the night before. They were all curious what you packed for him and some were even filled with envy. There was a new guy on the job named Jon and his eyes widen when Sandor sat across from him. Now, Sandor is a big boy with a big appetite, he's 6'6. He needs to eat. You would pack him two sandwiches with a heavy amount of cold cuts, mayo and lettuce with pickles. No tomatoes, Sandor hates tomatoes. You pack him cookies and trail mix as well. Two large bottles of water along with cool blue Gatorade and a can of Dr. Pepper. That's just the snacks you pack for him to eat during his breaks. The main lunch would be leftovers or something you whip up for him. Today was white rice and ribs, you had placed the food in a heated lunch box that's battery powered. Sandor looks at the small container of salad you pack for him as well, Sandor isn't a fan of salads and has told you he isn't a rabbit but you told him greens are good for him. Either way he always eats what you pack him. You work hard to pack his lunches and he appreciates it very much. 

Construction Worker! Sandor watches as the new scrawny kid, Jon, eats string cheese and drinks a can of coke. Jon jumped when Sandor got up from his seat in front of him. Jon was told of Sandor beforehand. “Not a bad guy, keep to himself, hard worker but don't mess with him or his tools.” Jon realized then why everyone was a bit weary of the tall man. The right side of his face was burned, he can see the scars on his forehead to his cheek. Sandor's long brown hair covered most of it and his beard. Jon notices the large amount of tattoos of Sandor’s thick arms. Everyone on the table froze when Sandor leaned towards Jon, giving him one of his sandwiches and the zip lock bag of cookies. 

Construction Worker! Sandor nods when Jon thank him. Sandor just didn’t want to see the kid faint during mid shift. He didn't want to sit in another HR meeting about safety. “I’m Jon but my friend calls me Snow.” Sandor looks at him as he opens his water bottle. “Call me Clegane.” 

NSFW 

Construction Worker! Sandor comes home around 6:30pm. He parks his black pickup truck in the driveway and he can hear the dogs barking from inside the house. They knew their daddy was back. The moment he opens the door of the house, his stomach growls when he smells your cooking. He kneels down after removing his jacket and placing his hard hat on the table near the doorway to give Gregor and Ellie kisses and scratches behind their ears.

 Construction Worker! Sandor makes his way to the kitchen and smiles at the sight of you. He gets turned on when he sees you wearing a sundress. You’re barefoot and he can see your white paint toes. Your cheeks look flush, no doubt from cooking over a hot stove. “Did you have a good day today?” You ask as you get a beer from the fridge for him. Before you can open it for him, he gets in front of you and leans down to kiss you. Sandor’s large hands cups your face. “Is that yes?” You asked, smiling up at him. 

Construction Worker! Sandor nods and answers with a yes. You melt under his touch, the feeling of his rough hands on your cheeks. You can smell the sun on him along with sand dust. His cologne is faint, you place the beer on the counter and touch his chest as his hands go down to your hips. You look up at his face, being married to him for so long you knew what he wanted just by staring at those brown eyes. His breathing was getting heavy as his hands started to go down to cup your ass. “Check under.” You whispered to him, giving him a smirk. His breathing stutters when he feels your bare ass. He gives your ass a quick squeeze pulling you close to him. Your face near his chest and your hands go down to cup his hard on. “You’re so hard, honey. Want me to help you?” You tell him. Sandor doesn't respond to you, he gives a hum and you squeal at the sudden movement. Sandor had lifted you up to drape you over his broad shoulder. “Sandor! Wait! The oven! It’s on!” You shouted as you draped over his shoulder. You had smacked his behind and he quickly turned around to turn off the stove. 

Construction Worker! Sandor makes his way up the stairs to the bedroom. Ellie and Gregor are now barking and following him. “Stay!” Sandor firmly tells them and they quickly obey. After making his way up the stairs to the bedroom, he shuts the door behind him. Dropping you on the bed, you tugged on the collar of his shirt pulling him close to you. “I’m dirty.” He mumbles against your lips. “Don't care.” You tell him as you start to unbuckle the black belt around his waist. He asks you how you wanted it and you immediately roll to your stomach. You let out a squeal when he pushes the dress up to your waist, he smacks your bare ass when you get into position. 

Construction Worker! Sandor has many favorite positions but one of his most favorites is having you in doggy style. Your puffy cunt is on display, your little puckered asshole is all for him to do what he pleases. He’s tugging on the dress over your hip as he grabs a pillow for you to use it. “Good girl.” He tells you when you put the pillow under your hips. Sandor’s fingers are so thick and large you moan when you feel him playing with your pussy. He hums behind you as he plays with the fat of your ass, pulling your cheeks apart so he can see all your holes. “Baby.” Your cries were muffed. You wanted him in you so bad. Sandor had a habit of making you beg. 

Construction Worker! Sandor doesn’t even remove his clothes. He unzips his jeans while you go more towards him urging him to hurry up and fuck you. You let out a grunt when he gets into position, he brings one of his large heavy hands to your shoulder pushing you further down to the bed. Your chest is squished against the mattress as your ass is high up in the air.  “Please.” You begged him. You bite your bottom lip when you hear him spit. It was warm when it hit your ass, he rubbed your cunt with his spit even though you were wet, he didn't want to hurt you. Sandor wants to make sure your pussy is ready for him. 

Construction Worker! Sandor loves when you whine every time he slides inside of your pussy. It doesn't take him long to start thrusting, especially when you begin to push yourself on his cock, taking all of it. Sandor loves that his cute housewife is such a greedy slut for his cock. Sandor doesn't go hard until you tell him too, you beg him and cry out for him. Of course, he's gonna listen to his wife. He grabs one of your arms and pins it behind your back before he starts pounding you like crazy. Sandor groans as he looks down to see you creaming on his cock, he whines when he sees a white ring around his fat cock. 

[justforfunfic]

Drinks & Dates Pt 2

Summary: Using the prompts “Can you come get me?” and “You’re not really dating him” 

You’ve recently broken up with your boyfriend but he doesn’t get the message. Maybe fake dating his coworker will finally make him realize that you're really over? That is, if your friend doesn’t get to him first. 

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x reader

Genre: Modern AU

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: none A/N: Meryn is not the creep he is in the books/show but he is what he’s always been: a loser. Also sorry if this feels rushed.

Part 2

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You’re not proud to admit it, but you’ve been back to Jeff’s twice since the night out with Rosa. You told yourself (and Rosa) that it was because you like the atmosphere, which was partially true, but with no one to share it with, you found it rather awkward. You really went with the hope to see Sandor again.

After holding Rosa’s hair back in the bathroom and then tucking her in on your couch, you pondered about how you knew Sandor. You had heard Meryn talk about him before and he didn’t like him. You thought back to those heated rants, now adding the face to the name.

“He's such a dick!”  Meryn yelled, slamming the fridge door after grabbing a beer. You had gone over to his flat on a Friday afternoon, hoping to finish a paper before seeing a movie later.

“Are you listening to me?” He asked accusingly when he heard the clicking of keys. 

“Mhm,” You hummed back, “I’m just working on my last paragraph and then I’ll be done.”

Meryn huffed, and you asked, “Who was this again?”

“Clegane, which you’d know if you paid attention,” He said.

“Which one?” 

He glared at you before answering. “Sandor!”

“And you’re mad because he won’t work with you?” You furiously hit the backspace key.

“He thinks he’s too good to work with me! The Lannister’s hired the both of us for a reason,” Meryn was getting red in the face. It was difficult enough for veterans to find jobs, but when Tywin Lannister, one of the richests men in the country, offered him a job as a bodyguard for his oldest grandson, he jumped at it. It paid extremely well and soon became the only thing Meryn talked about, but you had lost interest in hearing about the grandson of a powerful politician two weeks after he started. You thought the conversations about Jeoffry were dwindling, but they were replaced with rants about his coworker, Sandor Clegane.

“We’re both supposed to accompany Jeoffry, but he refuses to let me go anywhere with them. How am I supposed to do my job if he blocks me at every step?”

You submitted your paper and realized he was waiting for a response. “I don’t know.”

“That’s because I can’t!”

“Well,” You said calmly as you closed your laptop, “Didn’t the Lanister’s hire you to be there when one of the Cleganes isn’t?”

Meryn glared at you. You weren’t wrong. Joffrey was a demanding teenager to say the least, and while Gegor or Sandor Clegane were with him during the day, Joffrey often sent them out on errands or other tasks. Joffrey’s mother Cersi insisted on hiring someone else to pick up the slack— Meryn. He remained by Jeoffry’s side while the Clegane brothers were away. So even though Sandor and Meryn worked together, they didn’t work together. Meryn didn’t like this technicality.

“That’s not the point! We’re scheduled at the same time, so there’s a lot of overlap. He shouldn’t have a problem with me being there.”

“Maybe he thinks you’re trying to take his job,” You offered.

“I am!” He yelled and you gave him a look as if to say ‘well there you go then.’ “It’s not my fault he isn’t always available.”

“People are allowed to have free time.” Meryn wasn’t having any of your logic and huffed.

You couldn’t think of anything to say about the matter. You didn’t know why Clegane didn’t like him and you didn’t know why it was so important to Meryn for him to like him, especially if he wanted his job.

You changed the subject, “I’m done with my paper if you’re ready to go.”

“Let me finish my beer and I’ll be ready.”

That was the memory that stood out most. There were others, but they often included other people and you couldn’t remember anything about Sandor specifically other than a general hatred. You reviewed the argument in your head again on the way to Jeff’s for the third time in three weeks.

It was the first Saturday you hadn’t had plans with Rosa. She had plans with some of her coworkers, which was an unexpected relief. You would have invited her to go with you out of obligation, but she had a habit of acting differently around men and it wasn’t uncommon for her to throw you under the bus if it meant getting a number. It wasn’t as bad as it sounded. You didn’t usually didn’t know the guy too well but at the same time you never got the chance. It didn’t normally bother you, but the thought of her flirting with Sandor made your stomach drop. 

It was almost ten and Jeff’s was busier than you expected. Maybe because it wasn’t a weekday or nearly 2am saturday night/sunday morning. People poured in and out of the door as you squeezed in. It was loud inside with the laughter of old friends, the shouting of drink orders to the bartenders, and the band playing off to one side. You squeezed your way to the bar, glancing for Sandor on the way while trying not to step on anyone. 

He wasn’t there, a familiar disappointment settling in your chest. You waited for the bartender to look at you to order a drink, too sober to decide what to do next. You didn’t feel like drinking alone but you also didn’t want to go through the trouble of making small talk as you finished your drink or ordered more to wait for Sandor. 

You finally caught the attention of the bartender, leaning on the bar and shouting  your drink order over the dozens of other people trying to flag her down. As you leaned back, you accidentally elbowed the man next to you. You begin to apologize, but he laughed and waved you off. He had already had a few beers and it showed.

“It’s my fault,” he said. “ I didn’t see you there.”

You laughed and half faked a smile, trying not to stare at his eye patch. 

The man on the other side of him gave him a slap on the shoulder and they shook hands as he departed into the sea of people, leaving you and the man with one eye. As the other man left, the smile on his face dropped and he sighed.

“Not a fan?” You asked

“Wouldn’t leave quick enough.” This was your chance to kill time.

“I’m guessing you’re not friends then?”

He scoffed but his merry returned. “Complete strangers actually.” He glanced around. “I don’t know how you feel about the Lannisters, but I don't like them.”

“Neither do I.” No one did, or at least since Joffrey began his reign of terror a few years ago. It was sickening how much he got away with because of his family’s money. A few months ago, there was a peaceful protest for the ongoing war, one which the Lannisters were funding, and Joffery had kicked one of the protesters who spat on the ground in front of him. Chaos and violence ensued with the Lannisters “defending” their helpless Joffrey and people defending themselves from police and the Lannister’s bodyguards. It wasn’t Jeofferys latest scandal and much to the public’s suffering, it wouldn’t be the last. “Not that I go around talking about it.” It was unwise to do so.

The man laughed. “Normally, I don't either. Until Lannister apologists come prancing around spending Lannister money.”

You smiled, it wasn’t a pleasant conversation topic and you didn’t have any real opinions on it other than a general dislike but it was better than drinking alone. The one-eyed man continued his drunken rant and you listened intently, nodding encouragement to him. You were halfway through your third drink with no end in sight. The conversation drifted but always came back to the Lannisters— their money, their influence, their corruption. 

He began on another tangent when your eyes cut to the man he was speaking with before, who unknowingly started this conversation by bragging about the work he did for that awful family. He was finishing what was probably his fifth or six beer surrounded by a group of men laughing and yelling at each other. On one side you could see a mess of dark brown hair and a shirt that looked too familiar. With the turn of his head, your stomach dropped. It was Meryn. You looked away quickly, scared he would feel your eyes on him. 

You tried to focus on the one-eyed man’s words and tried not to think of your ex a few tables away. It was no use, the only thing you could hear was your pounding heart in your ears.

“— and that’s why I’ll never believe a word out of Jamie Lannister's mouth, or anyone who works under him. They’re all liars. Can’t trust ‘em, not a single one.” 

You forced a smile but before you could respond, someone else spoke up in a loud gruff voice. “Not a single one.”

You looked over the man’s shoulder to see who you’d been hoping to see for the past three weeks. Sandor. 

People squeezed out of his way as he got closer to the bar. You didn’t realize how massive he was when he was sitting at the bar a few Saturdays ago but now that he was standing, he had to be the largest man in the room. He wore dark clothes and part of his hair was combed over the burned side of his face. When Sandor reached the bar, the bartender was already placing a dark beer on the counter for him. 

The one-eyed man laughed again. “Not a single one,” he repeated, “They’re all dogs.”

Sandor didn’t smile, but his demeanor was relaxed and you realized that they must be friends.

“Am I wrong?”

Sandor shook his head. “No. Especially not after Joffery’s date with Margery.”

The man raised his eyebrows but before he could ask, Sandor shook his head again. Their date had been covered by multiple media outlets and all over your instagram feed. “I didn’t come here to listen to you complain about the Lannisters, Beric. Everyone knows you don’t like them.”

“Neither do you,” The one-eyed man, Beric, pointed out. It seemed that it was a common argument between the two. 

Rather than indulge his friend’s rant, Sandor looked at you, noticing you for the first time. You desperately raked your brain for something to say but between your nerves and Meryn’s presence, your mind was frustratingly blank. He opened his mouth slightly but closed it again.

“Do you two know each other?” Beric asked. You didn't miss the raised eyebrow he gave Sandor.

“Um, yes,” You said a little too quickly. “Well sort of.”

Beric raised an eyebrow.

“We briefly met a few weeks ago,” you said steadily. 

“She’s Meryn Trant’s girlfriend,” Sandor said.

You were quick to correct. “Ex-girlfriend.” 

“Oh,” Beric said, “so all that rambling about the Lannisters—”

“— I completely agree with. It’s hard to like them with their political policies and impossible when you find out what goes on behind closed doors.”

“Trant told you?” Sandor asked, crushing any hope Beric had of you telling him.

“Yes,” you said cautiously. His tone was serious. “Should he not have?”

“No.”

“Oh,” was all you could think to say. “I didn’t know that I wasn’t supposed to know.”

“It’s in his contract.”

You nodded and before you forced yourself to think of something else to talk to Sandor about, Beric cut in. “What happened?”

It took you a moment to realize he was talking about your former relationship and not the Lannisters.

“We realized we weren’t right for eachother,” You said with a thin smile. As much as you wanted to tell your new friend about the woes of your relationship with Meryn, this wasn’t the time or place. Sandor raised an eyebrow at your response and how you nervously avoided eye contact and knew there was more that you weren’t sharing. He hated working with Trant. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to date him.

Soon the Lannisters were abandoned in favor of the new girlfriend of Beric’s close friend. You paid enough attention and laughed when appropriate, but it wasn’t until Beric mentioned a dog that your eyes brightened.

“You have a dog?” you asked Sandor as Beric excused himself to go to the bathroom.

“Stranger,” he replied, the most interested you’d seen him in a conversation yet, “He’s a hound. A great big one.”

“I had a greyhound when I was little. His name was Sarge. He was so large, or maybe I was just so young, that I had fully convinced myself that he was the largest dog to exist and borderline the size of a horse.”

Sandor’s eyes lit up and you could’ve sworn he was smiling a little. “A horse?”

“I was, like, four, okay?”

He nodded, "What color?”

“Brindle. I wish I had a picture.” There was one in your room somewhere. “What about Stranger?”

“He’s black. I got him at the shelter on Fourth.”

“That’s where my friend Rosa got her cat!” You said enthusiastically and a bit too loudly. You clung to your empty glass and smiled.

“She’s the girl you were with a few weeks ago?”

Your smile became strained as you nodded, immediately regretting bringing her up. Before a thousand thoughts and memories of Rosa came crashing down on your confidence, Sandor, upon noticing the ice melting in your glass, drained his own drink and offered to get another round. You hastily accept, pushing Rosa out of your mind.

After a few moments waiting in the crowd, the bartender made eye contact with Sandor and nodded in your direction while pouring a drink. Sandor leaned across from you, put his hand on the bartop for balance. You blushed at the proximity and tried to look anywhere but his face

Your gaze wandered as you studied the faces of everyone else in the bar but the one that was right in front of you. Until your eyes landed on the one person you were hoping wouldn’t notice you. Meryn was staring directly at you. You froze. You could see the gears turning in his head and see how he saw you: with Sandor’s arm around you as he ordered another round of drinks for you. You could hear the thought in his head. She’s with him. 

You watched the shock turn to hurt and the hurt turn to anger. And then you looked away. You didn’t want to see what he was thinking anymore. You turned your attention to Sandor, a mistake in hindsight.

“What did you order?”

“Whatever you had before.” You wished he’d say more to distract you from your borderline violent ex. Surely he wouldn’t make a scene with Sandor here. He was his coworker and almost a head taller than him. 

“Sorry about Beric,” Sandor said, back to facing you.

“What about him?”

“He doesn’t know when to shut up when he’s drunk. Or sober for that matter.”

“I don’t mind.” Rosa’s the same way, you wanted to add, but instead you said, “I’m used to it, and frankly I enjoy listening to him.”

“That makes one of us.”

“Why do you go out drinking with him if you don’t like him?”

“He’s not so bad.” You almost missed Sandor’s eyes crinkling and realized that must be his way of smiling. “He can be a bit insensitive about some things. Doesn’t mean anything by it though.”

Was he talking about the Lannisters or Meryn? Part of you wished it was your ex so that you could tell Sandor about him to avoid Meryn causing a scene. The other part of you hoped he wasn’t talking about Meryn so that you could keep pretending that he didn’t exist. Unfortunately, Meryn wasn’t going to let the latter be an option.

“I’m not bothered by it. I’m glad I didn’t have to drink alone.”

“I’m glad too,” Sandor said, looking over at the bar. He had already finished his beer. “I don’t have to endure his blabbering alone.”

You laughed. He looked at you with a half-smile and was about to say something else when you caught a movement in your peripheral vision. Before you had time to register what was happening, Meryn was already there.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Clegane?” Meryan spat.

“Drinking,” Sandor replied, disinterested. Any walls that had been lowered during the last few hours were up again in seconds.

“No shit. What are you doing with my girl?”

Sandor looked at you, staring wide-eyed with shock and embarrassment, and back to Trant.

“I thought you two had broken up.”

“Doesn’t matter. She’s mine.”

“Not anymore apparently,” Beirc said, appearing from the crowd and ready to give Meryn the fight he was craving. You could only stare. Everything was happening so fast and yet moved in slow motion.

“Fuck off, old man” said the Lannister apologist from earlier.

“How could you do this to me?” Meryn threw the question at you. His brows knit together with anger. “How could you see another man behind my back?”

All eyes in the building were on you. Your face burned. Mortified was the only word to describe how you felt. “We’re not together anymore.” Your voice came out shaky.

“So you decide to fuck my coworker?” His face was red, but something in you snapped.

“You cheated on me.” Finding a small bit of courage, you added, “It doesn’t matter who I’m with now because you cheated on me.”

Sandor’s eyes widened. He should’ve been ashamed, but Meryn dug his heels in. “You thought I cheated. And now you’re fucking my coworker.”

“She left, Trant. Get over it.” You thought Sandor would add that you weren’t seeing each other, but instead she stood to his full height and took a step toward your ex. That was all it took for the manager to step in.

“That’s enough! Pay your tabs and get out!” Terry yelled. He turned to Sandor and Beric and in a quieter but no less threatening tone said, “Sit down or I’ll kick you out too.”

“Not until you answer me,” Meryn hissed at you, his friends egging him on. Even if you wanted to tell him why he was dumped in further detail, Terry didn’t give you the time. He waved to his left and a large man came out of the kitchen.

Meryn couldn’t decide what insults to hurl at you, so he used any and all that came to mind, ranging from bitch to slut to sloppy seconds but that last one was also directed toward Sandor as he was dragged out by security.

Some patrons watched the door as if they were expecting Meryn to barge back in, but others got back to talking and drinking. You were still processing what had just unfolded.

“I’m so sorry,” you stammered. Beric laughed.

“Don’t be. I take great joy in watching Lannister men getting what they deserve.”

“A fraction of what they deserve in Trant’s case,” Sandor mumbled. You couldn’t read his face, but it didn’t matter. Their words didn’t make you feel any better. You excused yourself to the bathroom.

“Poor girl. I feel bad for laughing. That must’ve been hard for her.” Beric said.

Sandor nodded. “At least she doesn’t have to work with him.”

“That’s true.”

“He thinks I’m dating her.” Sandor thought of all the disgusting things Trant would say and the rumors he would spread. They wouldn’t mean much to him, but he still didn’t want to deal with it. 

“Maybe that’s not such a bad idea,” Beric said, nudging his friend’s arm.

[poisonsage808]

ModernAU!Sandor Clegane x Reader (III)

trigger warnings: references to sex, drinking, swearing, gregor and gregor involved trauma, mentions of car crash, mentions of therapy, angst

• Sandor asks if you have allergies just to be extra sure you don’t die on his watch

• You may or may not be joking when you tell him sesame seeds because you send laughing emojis afterwards

• He’s not risking it, the seasoning is sealed into a plastic bag and put in the very back of the highest shelf of his kitchen

• Ends up glad he did, you’re very allergic to sesame seeds you just find the story behind it hilarious

• “I’m eating pasta and suddenly- hives! Mytongue was so swollen I couldn’t talk. The doctor does like three blood tests and can’t figure it out. Mom’s livid, she leaves and comes back with every ingredient for her pasta and has me eat it. Everyone was freaking out the whole time, my dad kept saying ‘who in the seven hell's allergic to that?’. I eat that tiny seed and blow up like a balloon again. When we got home I looked at my dad and said ‘who the fuck’s allergic to sesame seeds?’. First time ever he let me swear.”

• Sandor actually finds the story entertaining but he goes home and decides to throw out the seeds. Just to be extra, extra safe.

• It’s really cute how nervous you both are over the fact it’s a “date” and not a “hangout”. An actual for real life date!

• You’ve had exactly two serious partners before but something or the other led to a breakup. Then there wasn’t much time for dating in college, the one person you were into then didn’t want more from you than to “scratch an itch”

• Which is more what Sandor’s used to. One night stands, “friends” with benefits (benefits part was accurate at least) was his comfort zone but Sandor’s been on dates before! He can count them on one hand but hey, it’s more than he ever expected to receive

• You have a cheek hurting smile on your face when he opens the door and one reusable bag in each hand. Sandor steps back to let you inside, closing the door afterwards and following you into the kitchen.

• “Tell me ya didn’t carry all that with you on the bus.”

• (He’s offered to drive you around if he was able. He really hates knowing you rely on the bus at night, especially when you joke that you’re 99% confident you’re sitting next to a murderer. It’s the only time he doesn’t appreciate those jokes)

• “I didn’t,” You reassure him while placing the bags on the counter, “My roommate dropped me off.”

• Sandor grunts and steps directly behind you, his chest almost brushing against your back, so he can peer into the bags you’re unpacking. He can clearly see the red dusting your cheeks but doesn’t comment on it, which you’re grateful for. On his counter is two six packs of beer, a northern brand you’ve seen him drink before as well as a bottle of fruity, southern wine.

“You tryin’ to get me drunk?”

You scoff out a laugh, “Please, this isn’t even enough to get you tipsy.”

Finally you start to pull out a neatly wrapped box with a bow on top, shiny blue and greens.

“What’s this?” Sandor reaches for it and barks out in surprise when you smack his hand away.

“Your present— don’t you dare open it until I say so!” You demand while pointing a finger at him.

Now, Sandor didn’t like being told what to do… but he really liked when you were bold like that around him... so he rolls his eyes and surrenders his hands while he stalks further into the kitchen

• He lived in a single story house. Three closed doors, the one that was open was obviously a bathroom. The living room was adjacent to the kitchen, a black leather couch sat across from a fair sized tv. There was no dining table but the countertop had two barstools on the other side

• It was clean and very Sandor but very.. spacious. Empty. There were hardly any pictures or personal touches and that made your heart ache for inexplicable reasons

• The kitchen seems the most used out of everything else you’ve seen so you slink over to Sandor’s side.

• On the stove is a large pot that steams as he stirs its containments. Soup from what you can see, it’s colorful and smells amazing! You tell him so

• You occupy Sandor’s right side, he immediately knows that expression on your face means you want to ask him a question,

“Get no more than ten, make ‘em count.”

“How long have you been cooking?”

He hums, glancing at you then the clock on the oven, “An hour? Maybe.”

Your smile returns with a small giggle, “I meant, like, over your whole life.”

Sandor gives you a look that makes you feel smaller than you already are next to him, “No ya didn’t.”

You giggle and feign innocence. It doesn’t work so with a roll of your eyes and always that grin you admit, “No, I didn’t, but now I’m curious.”

“Always been good at it. Father said it was women’s work but,” The man talks as he carefully maneuvers around you, pulling open a drawer you stood in front of and plucking a metal spoon from it, “At the academy, there’s no women to cook. The boys take turns making meals.”

• (Sandor mentioned this before, the military academy he lived in from 14-18 years old, however it was the first time he’s ever brought up his father. He had to have one of course but sometimes you wondered if Sandor Clegane just appeared one day, he’s literally not once brought up his family!)

• You want to ask more but the minute you open your mouth, Sandor holds a spoonful of soup in front of your face. His palm hovers under your chin, to catch any drops but you’re painfully aware how he’s deliberately not touching you

“S’not poison,” He smirks, “Taste it.”

• You hate the way your knees go weak. Quickly you accept the sample and invite yourself to sit on the counter as he moves away

“Too spicy? Yer face is pretty red, killer.” Sandor chuckles and it makes your blush worsen.

• When you get control of yourself, you do tell him that it tastes amazing. He reaches over the counter with ease placing two full bowls beside each other then soon after a loaf of bread joins them

“Y’know it’s cheating if you bought the bread.”

Sandor sounds equally smug, “Didn’t cheat then.”

• He made bread. For you. Do you know how long it takes to do that!? Sandor Clegane baked bread for your date!

• You take pictures of the food before digging in. Sandor gives you a funny look about it and says, “Gettin’ that proof of your last meal, killer?”

Your grin widens at the nickname, “Hate to disappoint, but it looks really good and I wanted a picture— thank you, by the way.”

He shrugs like it wasn’t a big deal, “I take it you’re not a cook.”

“I’ll have you know I’m a pro at turning on my oven! Wait, that sounded dirty…” Sandor chuckles and shakes his head, “I just don’t have the time so I usually eat at work. Free bagels for breakfast and I’m at a job site with Dan, he caters for whoever’s there.”

“If you wanna keep that cafe job, y’might wanna stop stealin’,” He chides with a smirk, “Your boss already has it out for you.”

You laugh and cover your mouth to hide the fact you almost choked on the soup he made, “He won’t fire me, he probably won’t even let me quit! I’ll be chained up in the back and only let out to work morning shifts, slipping you notes to rescue me.”

Sandor snorts as he stands up and moves into the kitchen to get seconds and a drink. While on the other side of the counter, he opens the wine you brought but only pours one glass, setting it in front of you.

You exaggerate a gasp and cover your mouth to feign shock, “How the tables have turned!”

“Oh shut it.” He rolls his eyes and turns to his fridge so you can’t see his smirk.

• Sandor finds himself time and time again relieved that you understand his personality. There’s moments where his bark borderlines on an actual growl but you haven’t been deterred. Not yet anyways. It’s.. an odd but a welcome change.. kind of like you

• Dishes in the sink, two glasses of wine and four beers later, your questions have surpassed the limit of ten. Sandor unintentionally turned it into a drinking game, claiming it was the only way to tolerate your curiosity. It’s drink or answer and as suspected he’s much more sober than you at this point. You’re holding your alcohol well, calling yourself an open book and nibbling on bread to keep up.

You sat on opposite ends of his couch. You on the right, crossed legged, holding the cup with two hands to be extra cautious while Sandor leaned back in his spot, one long arm draped along the back of the couch and his other hand occupied by a full beer can.

Suddenly you gasp, “Lemme see an old picture of you!”

“That’s not a question,” Sandor muses, “and no.”

“Can I see one? Look, I’ll find one of me and it’ll be a fair trade!”

He wants to say no. He could say no. He’s never had trouble saying the fucking word before! Sandor hadn’t willingly taken a picture in years, the most recent one he had was taken at the DMV because it was mandatory. He knows you wouldn’t battle him or whine if he flat out declined but he doesn’t know why he can’t

“I’d.. have to look.” He scratches the scruff of his beard.

You had your phone out, scrolling deep through your camera roll when you noticed the energy in the room shift. You made him uncomfortable. Your grin faltered but you were determined to save the moment, dropping your phone to the space between you and waving your hand around. “Wait, I wanna change my question! What did you wanna be when you were younger?”

Sandor grimaces and takes a swig from the bottle he held. Another sore subject, nice going genius. Fuck. You chew the inside of your cheeks trying to think of how to fix this but Sandor interrupts your thoughts,

“Y’know, ya ask me a million questions a day and not once have you asked me about it.”

You don’t need elaboration to know he’s talking about his scar. Your brows pinch together and any traces of a smile officially disappear, “I figured you’d tell me if you wanted to.”

“‘n if I never wanted to?” His tone is bitter but not angry, “We’d just go on pretending it wasn’t there?”

You tap a finger against the glass before reaching for your phone, “I guess.. I kinda know what it feels like,” it takes less than a second to find the photo you were searching for and you hand it over to Sandor, “When people see you and make assumptions.”

He frowns at your reply but takes your phone and looks down at the picture you wanted him to see. The only familiar face is you, holding the handles of a wheelchair directly in front of you and sitting in it is a man.

“That’s my dad,” You point out. Sandor assumes and the woman standing to your right must be your mother, “I won’t pretend it’s the same at all but everyone would look at us like.. oh, poor (Y/L/N)’s. It.. sucked and I wasn’t even the one..” You sigh deeply and struggle to meet his eyes, “It sucked and I didn’t want to make you feel that way. I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to pretend your scar wasn’t there. I was hoping you would tell me if you ever decided to, I wanted to know you on your terms.”

You purse your lips to the side when Sandor hands your phone back to you. He breaks the silence by standing, “Wait here.” he commands softly. Something about his voice made you wonder if he thought you would leave.

Sandor takes his time in his room debating if he really wants to go through with this as he reaches into a tightly sealed plastic box. The night sure as hell couldn’t get any worse, why the fuck not he decides. So the man returns with a picture frame and offers it to you hesitantly, still standing. Young Sandor Clegane, 16 if you had to guess, in a perfectly pressed uniform and side cap, standing with his hands behind his back. The oldest in the picture, you assume is his dad, is on his left with a girl in a pale yellow dress. She’s the only one that's smiling, it’s weak but there. On Sandor’s right with a hand clasped on his shoulder is a man taller than everyone else.

He watches the way the corner of your lip quirks up as you study the picture. Sandor sits in the middle of the couch, still giving you a fair amount of space between you, and ghosts a finger above each person in the picture.

“My sister ‘n our father,” He hovers his index over the largest man and the name that comes is uttered with such hatred it freezes your blood, “That’s Gregor.”

From his other hand Sandor surrenders a faded polaroid, tinged with orange. The faces in it aren’t clear but you can make out the same people from above, this time everyone’s younger and a woman stands beside his father.

“Is that your mom?” You ask with a widening grin, “You look just like her.”

“Aye, that’s what everyone else said too. Gregor and Eleanor took after our father.”

Each blink you look between the pictures and your smile fades. In the older one, Sandor has no scar and a mother and in the other is the opposite.

“Mum knew somethin’ wasn’t right with him.” He sighs, “She tried tellin’ father but he wouldn’t listen, tried to take me and Eleanor one night but he stopped her. She left anyways.”

“I was six. I wanted to be a firefighter then, like Gregor did. He said we couldn’t both be.. said I didn’t have what it takes. One night Gregor waited ‘till our father and sister went to sleep, woke me up ‘n brought me into the yard. He lit a fire and just.. watched me try to put it out. When I realized I couldn’t, I went to get father and he grabbed me. Pushed me down and held my face in the fire ‘till father heard me screamin’.”

You stack the pictures over each other and slowly lean your head on Sandor’s shoulder. He turns his head slightly, looking down at you and somehow finds it easier to continue talking, “Father put it out and took me to the hospital. Told everyone I was playin’ with matches, started the fire got what I deserved. I hated my mum for leavin’ when she did but I took the first chance I got to do the same.”

You hear him tapping on the picture frame before your eyes fall to his hand, “This was the last time I saw my sister. Eleanor went missin’ then father died and left everything to Gregor... Just him and I now.”

“Sandor...” Your voice was so… soft and hesitant.

Anxious he’s heard you, irritated, flirtatious but gentle? Never before has Sandor Clegane felt the way he did when he felt your body shift beside him. Hovering over his lap now, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest and ringing in his ears, the lump in his throat that threatens to choke him and the unfamiliar sting in his eyes that he hasn’t felt in… Gods, when was the last time he cried?

“I’m so sorry they didn’t protect you, Sandor.” You whispered, chin on his shoulder.

Sandor’s breath hitches. He doesn’t know what to say or do but he doesn’t want you to go so he rests a hand on your back, “‘s fine.”

“It’s not but I know you’re only saying that ‘cause you’re done talking about it.”

You’ve been hanging around him too much if you know that. It’s uncomfortable talking about his past, his family and suddenly he feels immensely guilty for dumping it all onto you.

“Crappy first date, huh?”

“Shut up.” But your arms tighten around him and he can hear the weak smile in your voice.

Slowly yet all too soon you pull away to sit back on the couch, only this time with your thighs touching Sandor’s.

“Thank you for telling me. Have you told anyone else about that?” You ask carefully, unsure of how much more he would allow you to pry.

“My shrink,” he admits with another nervous scritch at his beard.

“Oh, that’s great—!” You slap a hand over your mouth, “Sorry, I just meant it’s great you have a therapist. Y’know because a lot of… I had one! I-I’ll just stop talking.”

Sandor eases your tension with a playful eye roll, “Don’t start now, I just got used to your yappin’.”

There’s an awkward but light chuckle shared between the two of you. Slowly you rest your head back against Sandor’s arm, “It’s not a crappy date, by the way. Well? I don’t think so. We never did small talk, it’s about time we told each other our tragic backstories.”

The man hums before lifting his arm to tuck you into his side, silently elated when you fold your legs under your butt and turn your body to lay your head on his chest, “Your turn then?”

“Mine is a lot shorter, it happened when I was still in highschool. Dad told me for weeks to take my car into the shop and I didn’t. It’s stupid looking back, I wish I listened and just did it the first time. Anyways, we argued, finally I said I’d go but he took the keys and said he'd do it himself.. and the brakes gave out on the way. A truck hit him and totaled the car. Mom and I waited in the hospital for hours until he was out of surgery. The doctor said he wouldn’t walk again and I, ugh, I vomited. The whole way up to see dad I was so sure he would say it’s all my fault, or I told you so… He said he was so glad it wasn’t me.”

You didn’t realize you’d been picking at your nails until Sandor’s spare hand came to stop it, gently engulfing your fingers into the warmth of his palm.

“Now you’re scared to drive.”

“Now I’m scared to drive. The whole thing fucked me up. I had a therapist too for a couple years but when I moved here I felt fine enough to stop calling.”

Sandor scoffs out a laugh, “Isn’t that their job to tell ya if you’re fine or not?”

Luckily you’re unphased by his possible insensitivity but do feign annoyance, “I see your point but I got a bunch of tools and exercises for my anxiety, I dealt with my guilt, I just don’t wanna drive. Plus, it’s not like I can never go back or change my mind.” Your eyes dart to where Sandor holds both your hands in one of his, “What about you?”

He shrugs, “I’ll quit when he tells me I’m cured.”

The giggle that bubbles from you is tired but genuine. Isn’t it funny how drained someone can get just from talking?

Sandor smiles though you can’t see, “Alright, killer. Can we get back to your game now?”

“You mean you still want to play after I just ruined our date with it? I thought you would’ve kicked me out by now.”

“Didn’t ruin it,” he squeezes your hands reassuringly.

• After that hiccup, the tension in the air evaporated as your night together went on. Cuddled up on Sandor’s couch, conversation flowed as naturally as it did between you two, what with you doing most of the chatting or asking questions. Occasionally there was a choppy tangent of another intimate detail from one of you but nothing quite as heavy as before

• Odd, Sandor kept thinking to himself. Odd but not so uncomfortable that he wished the couch would swallow him whole so he could get away from the topic. Not just yet was it a welcomed change but he’ll admit it was easier than it ever has been. Still he was careful not to overshare

• Around 9pm your roommate texted and said they were on the way to pick you up. Sandor helped you gather your things and swore for a second time that he wouldn’t open the gift you brought him. He walked you to the door when you spun on your heel to stop him from opening it. He knew that damn expression so well, he groans while you grin like a madman.

“Last question, I promise! What are my odds of getting a second date?”

“Depends… Do ya count a work party as a date?”

You grin, knowing exactly where this is going, “Absolutely I do. Especially if it involves softball and especially, especially if we’re on opposite teams.”

♡ [I], [II], [III]

[floral-and-fine]

Curious Misfortune part 1

Modern AU

Sandor Clegane x female reader

Warnings: part with guys acting like jerks/creeps

Summary: During the holiday season, the reader finds herself in a small town after she breaks up with her boyfriend.

A/n: The whole inspiration for me starting this fic is the idea of Sandor in flannel. Thank you @luna-xial​ @ewokiee and @liamakorn for the help

“Damn,” you muttered to yourself, as you passed another sign on the highway. None of the small town names looked familiar, and it was far too dark out for you to recognize any landmarks.

You clutched the wheel tightly, angry, and upset over the whole situation you found yourself in. Your damn phone didn’t get any reception out here, wherever you were, and you were hungry, tired, but mostly pissed.

In fact, you wouldn’t have been driving at all tonight on this unfamiliar highway if it hadn’t been for your now ex-boyfriend.

You had come out all this way to spend a nice Thanksgiving with his family, but when you and him arrived, his family had been nothing but rude to you. They nitpicked about everything, your outfit, your job, your education, nothing was good enough for them.

You had hoped that Jaime would’ve done something about it, stick up for you, defend you, however, he pretended not to notice. When you finally couldn’t take it any longer, and you brought it up to him, he acted like an ass and tried to convince you that you were overreacting.

God, you wanted to smack him across the face. You really were better off without him.

You groaned as you glanced at the time, you should be somewhere warm right now, eating pumpkin pie covered with whip cream, but instead, you were...lost, most likely.

Yet to be perfectly honest with yourself, you weren’t in a rush to get back home, because being there meant you’d have to face the aftermath of your failed relationship. Who would move out? Who gets to keep what? If only it could all resolve itself on its own.

You passed a sign, this one indicating that the next town was a mile away. You really ought to stop somewhere, get something to eat at least, that is if anything was still open, it was a holiday after all.

Taking the exit, it led you to a small community, a simple kind of place with small homes and just the basics. As you drove down the main road, you noted that most of the businesses including small diners and restaurants were closed.

It figured the best you could probably do now would be to get a bag of chips or something from the gas station. Just as you were about to give up your search, the blinking red light of an open sign caught your attention. The establishment was just some local bar with just a couple of beat-up old trucks parked out front.

As you got out of your car, you hoped they served food, or at least something besides peanuts, noticing that you were hungrier than you had originally thought.

Opening the door, the few patrons inside turned their heads. You could tell they weren’t used to unfamiliar faces stopping by. There were only a handful of people, a small group of guys by the pool table, a large man in a flannel shirt at the bar, and an old bartender.

You smiled shyly as they watched you walk up to the bar, finally returning to whatever they were doing before once you sat down.

You sat on a stool that was a couple of seats away from the stranger, he didn’t seem to want any company or make any small talk.

“What can I get ya?” The bartender asked, approaching you.  

“Are you still serving food?” You asked hopefully.

“Yep,” he nodded, reaching down and then handing you a menu.

“That’s the best news I’ve heard all day,” you said practically giddy. Quickly, you looked over the options and gave him your order.

As you waited for your food, your eyes wandered over to the man at the other end of the bar. He had dark brown hair and a thick beard, even with him sitting you could tell he was easily over 6’. He sat there quietly, eyes focused on the TV above as he drank his beer. There was something about his posture and intense gaze on the screen that made you feel as though he was avoiding turning his head to look at you.

As you wondered why you almost jumped out of your seat when the bartender placed a plate in front of you. You grinned looking at the spread, before picking up your fork and digging in.

Distracted by the food, you didn’t notice the man taking a quick glance in your direction. He’d never say anything out loud, but you were rather pretty and awfully sweet it seemed.

He couldn’t help but overhear you tell the bartender all about your woes. You talked about your damn ex and his stuck up family and how you had no idea where the hell you were.

Seems like your Thanksgiving was worse than his.

Just as you were about halfway through a slice of pie, the group of boys by the pool table were starting to get rowdy. They were so drunk that they were practically spilling beer on each other and the floor and yelling about stupid bullshit.

The man tsked, annoyed with their behavior, as you tried your best to ignore them and focused on finishing your pie.

“Alright fellas,” the bartender started. “I’m cutting you all off for tonight.”

“C'mon old man,” one of the guys started, most likely the leader of the group. “We’re just having some fun.”

It was obvious they were all looking for trouble, from the smirks on their faces to the way they were holding the pool cues. They slowly closed in on you and the bartender like prey.

“I ain’t gonna repeat myself,” my bartender stuttered. “Get out.”

“Why don’t you make us,“ the leader sneered looking down at the old bartender.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat as they crowded around you. Clasping your hands on top of your lap, you looked down anxious over what might unfold. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end as one of the boys gazed at you like a piece of meat.

“Hey,” he whispered, leaning in so close, that you could feel his breath on the side of your face. “That pie looks pretty sweet,” he purred before he swiped some whipped cream off your plate and licked his finger.

You clenched your eyes shut, feeling sick to your stomach, as he then proceeded to touch your hair.

However it didn’t last long, the man at the end of the bar roughly yanked the boy away from you and practically threw him across the room, before addressing the group.

“Listen you little fucks, unless you’d like me to drag each one of ya out by your hair, you better fuck off,” he snarled.

Swallowing thickly, they scurried to exit, looking absolutely terrified.

You took a few deep breaths to calm your nerves and opened your eyes, quickly wiping away a couple of tears.

Turning around, you looked over to the stranger to thank him, but your mouth hung open for a moment as you noticed the burn scars on the side of his face. They were all over his cheek, forehead, and part of his jaw.

Immediately, he turned away, taking his wallet from his back pocket and leaving some cash on the counter.

The bartender shook his head, grabbing the money and handing it back to the man, “Keep it, Sandor, it’s the least I can do.”

“It was nothing,” Sandor replied, heading towards the door.

Quickly, you got up from your seat and made your way over to him, you couldn’t let him leave without thanking him properly.

Gently you reached out grabbing his hand to stop him. “Thank you,” you said, giving his hand a light squeeze.

He glanced down at you, keeping the scarred side of his turned away from you. “Don’t worry about it.”

You shook your head and smiled up at him, “I was really freaked out, I’m glad you intervened.”

Sandor flushed a little under your gaze, making you smile more. He really seemed like a sweet man underneath it all, maybe a little rough around the edges, but still sweet.

Standing on your tiptoes, you kissed his cheek. “Good night.”

“Night,” he mumbled, the blush on his cheeks had now spread to his ears.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and took out his keys, giving you a nod before pushing the door open. Sandor paused letting out an exasperated sigh when he saw the condition of your car outside.

“Those fucking cunts,” he muttered under his breath. They had smashed the windshields, busted the headlights, and slashed all the tires.

“Girl,” he started, turning back around and looking at you.

“Yes?”

He rubbed the back of his head, “looks like you won’t be getting anywhere tonight.”

“What?” You squeezed past Sandor to get a good look. Your eyes went wide over the state of your car. This fucking day had to have been the worst one in your entire life. Not being able to hold back any longer, you started to cry.

Sandor stood there awkwardly, watching as sobbed into your hands.

It was getting late now, almost midnight, the bar would be closing soon, and he already knew none of the local mechanics were open.

“C’mon, I’ll give you a ride,” he said, placing a large hand on the small of your back. “We’ll get this all figured out in the morning.”

You peeked up at him, lowering your hands slightly. “What?” You hiccuped.

“You can stay at a motel for the night,” he explained. Sandor wouldn’t blame you if you said no, figured you might be cautious accepting a ride from him, but the least he could do was offer. He wasn’t sure what other options you had.

Wiping your tears with the back of your hand, you nodded, “Alright, thank you.”

“My trucks this way,” he said, guiding you towards it with his hand still on your back.

“Oh,” you perked up. “I need to grab my bag.”

You grimaced looking at the state of your car up close. Those jerks, hopefully, your insurance would cover the damage.

Popping open the trunk, your face fell when you found it empty. In your rush to leave that dreadful house, you must have left your luggage with your ex and his horrible family.

“Fuck,” you huffed, startling Sandor.

He watched in amusement as you stomped around yelling, cursing up a storm, and waving your arms around. You even kicked your car a few times.

Finally, getting it all out of your system, your attention turned to him. “Could we please stop at a convenience store or something on the way,” you said in a defeated voice.

“Get in the truck,” he nodded, opening the passenger side door.

The drive was a quiet one, giving you a chance to admire the small town’s charm. Besides the assholes from the bar, it seemed like a decent place. You were fortunate that Sandor was around to help you, who knows how this night may have unfolded without him.

“Sandor,” you started, curiosity getting the best of you. “Why aren’t you with your family for Thanksgiving?”

His eyes stayed focused on the road ahead as he answered you dryly. “Don’t really have one. I’ve got a brother but I’d rather eat shit than spend a minute with him.”

“I see,” you muttered. “I’m not close to mine either.”

He pulled up in front of a small store, the sign indicating it was 24 hours.

You were pleasantly surprised that Sandor joined you inside to shop, he followed behind you as you browsed, his hands tucked into his pockets as shuffled along. You told him that he could’ve waited in the truck, but he shook his head, muttering that it was fine.

It didn't take long, you only needed a few things to get you through until tomorrow, toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant.

You placed the shopping basket on the counter, the cashier gave you a polite smile, but it faded when she noticed Sandor standing beside you. She intentionally avoided making any eye contact with him.

Before you could get your wallet out from your purse, Sandor had already handed the cashier some cash. Before you could protest, he grabbed the plastic bags and headed for the exit.

“I appreciate it, but you didn’t have to do that,” you said, once both of you were back in the truck.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ve had a rough day,” Sandor interjected.

As he drove, you took a moment to admire him like you had done back at the bar. He was an intense person to be around, but what caught you off guard the most was his thoughtful and considerate behavior.

Arriving at the motel, Sandor sighed, “I know it doesn’t look like the nicest place, but the staff are decent people.”

You smiled, “Thank you again, tonight probably would’ve been a lot worse without you.”

As you were climbing out of the truck, Sandor stopped you.

“Here,” he grabbed something from the back and thrust it at you. “You can wear that instead of having to sleep in your dress.”

You looked at the flannel shirt in your hands, your eyes crinkling as you grinned, “Good night, Sandor.”

He nodded, “I’ll be back in the morning.”

He watched from the truck as you went into the lobby, wanting to be sure everything was alright before putting the truck in reverse and leaving.

[cleganegirl]

Soundtrack - MODERN Sandor Clegane/Reader

A modern Sandor x Fem reader. Maybe its pouring rain outside and him and the reader have a movie night and order pizza and its all fluffy

Rain poured, soaking the Earth, replenishing the ponds and lakes, cooling the summer air, soaking the pavements, the people, without any care as to whether or not it was wanted, it poured with abundance, tapping on the windows and the roofs of the buildings, creating a lazy, soothing sound. Some people were out in it involuntarily, others were wrapped up at home, under duvets watching movies with their loved ones, eating snacks, drinking tea. To you, that was what rainy days were about, why they were necessary, and why you loved them. You snuggled further under the duvet, legs rubbing themselves against each other as you got comfortable. "Ya not a cricket, Y/N." Sandors voice was barely audible, his eyes trained on the movie in front of you, his arm hung around your shoulders. You looked up into his face, the full beard, the partially scarred side of his face just visible from where you lay on his chest. "I'm sorry, I just get comfy and then I have to move." He chuckled lowly, his hand squeezing your shoulder, "you're a fidget is what ya are." You huffed, puffing out your lower lip. "I'm not!" You frowned, your eyebrows knitted together. "Oh, baby, are you pouting, is my little bird pouting?!" He turned himself in the bed to face you, his mocking laugh made you pout more, his fingers smoothed your hair and the worry lines from your forehead away. "How about we order pizza, would that cheer you up?" You nodded, sitting up happily, "you always know how to make me smile, San." "Aye, that I do, it's either food or a good fucking." He chuckled. You playfully slapped his arm as he used his phone to order a couple of pizzas for you both, he didn't need to ask your choice, he knew it off by heart by now. The pizza arrived within half an hour, it was devoured in less, both of you silent for that time as you stuffed your faces, Sandor offered you a slice of yours like he did every time you ordered pizza and you offered him yours. You lay in his arms, stroking his chest as you nursed a full belly of food, you didn't regret the calories or how quickly you had eaten it, you enjoyed every second of being with him and that included the food you both consumed. Your hand crawled up his chest towards his chin, fingers twirling his beard between them, giving slight tugs every now and then. "Are you being an irritating cunt on purpose?" His eyes never wandered from the TV, but the smile upon his lips told you he wasn't mad. "I'm sorry, I just miss you," you said more to his chest than to his face. "How the fuck can you miss me when you've been attached to my side all day?" He chuckled, his hand reaching down to stroke your hair. "I just do is all." You didn't have to have a reason, if you missed him then you missed him, simple. He kissed your forehead, his eyes going back to the TV his hand still stroking your hair, "I love you, San, I really do." You snuggled further into his chest, your legs wrapped around his as his hand still played with your hair, the beating of his heart creating the background music along with the pattering rain outside, your full belly and the warmth of your love sent you off to sleep, as you were drifting away, your breathing becoming heavier, Sandor looked down at you, his heavy gaze lifting, his eyes memorising every part of your face, from your lips and how they rested whilst you slept, to your eyes and how they closed gently on your face. He was in awe with how perfect you are, and how you seemed to idolise him. "I love you too, little bird." His voice carried off into your dream state, reverberating around your mind, repeating itself over and over like a backing chorus. I LOVE YOU TOO LITTLE BIRD, I LOVE YOU TOO LITTLE BIRD, I LOVE YOU TOO LITTLE BIRD.