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catsteeth · 11 months ago

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The Caged Bird & The Leashed Dog

Sandor Clegane x reader

+:✿ Chapter - 9 ✿:+ Moon Tea.

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Summary: You are the daughter of Jon Arryn, you and your father travel to King's Landing with the intention of arranging a marriage for you. You catch a glimpse of The Hound during your first night in Kings Landing and it creates a mutual fascination even if he won't admit it.

CW: MDNI, NSFW themes, VIOLENCE, misogyny, angst, forced use of a contraceptive, emotional unavailability, emotional vulnerability, The Hound being abrasive, mention of death, blood, threats of violence, mentions of arranged marriage,

Word Count: 3851

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As the Hound lounged on the Hog farmers' stolen wagon as he ate a pig's foot. He looked over to the Stark girl who’d been peering over towards the Twins every five minutes.

The Hound huffed, “It’s not going anywhere.” He said as he took a large bite of a pig's foot.

“I know that,” Arya said, almost as if she were offended, still not taking her eyes away from the Twins.

“You keep looking back at it… like you’re afraid of it’s going to disappear.” He said going back to chewing on the fatty meat of the pigs feet.

“I’m not afraid.” She said, turning her pointed and angry attention towards him.

He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing, a knowing smirk slightly appearing. “Yes you are, I know the look. I’ve seen it a lot. The closer you get the worse the fear gets.” He spoke almost from experience.

Arya turned to face him completely, her eyes hateful “I know what you’re afraid of… You’re afraid of fire.” She stepped closer, “And I know why too, your brother pressed your face to the fire like it was a nice juicy mutton chop.” She smiled slightly, mockingly.

The hounds' cold demeanor buckled from under him. “Your cousin tell you that?”

“She never talked about you.” Her brows furrowed, confused by the question. His predisposed feelings of betrayal went away.

He shrugged, going back to the pigs feet in his hand, “That give you some ideas?” He asked in a gruff tone.

She turned away from him, “Might do.” she said stoically.

He scoffed, “Go ahead then. You might even make it there on your own. It’s just over the river. Closest you’ve been to family since Illyne Payne snipped your daddy’s neck.” He said mockingly, his best way of deflecting any kind of pain.

Arya turned back to him, stepping closer. “Someday I’m going to put a sword through your eye and out the back of your skull.” Her eyes emotionless, her voice cold.

The sudden, abrupt, and seemingly not empty threat made him halt his chewing. He stared at the girl with eyes of shock.

He could see you in this girl somewhat. Stubborn and willful. But with this one it was more annoying, and less forgiving of his shit attitude.

He huffed, and went back to eating as the girl went back to staring at the river that divided them and her family.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

You hadn’t seen or spoken to Petyr about the killing of your aunt.

That morning you felt sick, sicker than usual.

You had grown to appreciate the gesture of murdering someone who posed a threat to you. But with him it didn’t feel as unconditional as when your dog did it. When he did it, he did not want something in return. He did it because he wanted- no he needed you safe. With Petyr it felt as though it was something he would use, a new string tying to a limb of a puppet.

You spent most of your time avoiding him, in the high tower where the falconers keep their birds.

There were less birds than when you left. But your favorite was still there, Lenarea. The one your mother gave you.

“A hawk, a beautiful creature isn’t she? “ Your mother said, as she pointed to the flying creature, soaring above you.

“Yes, she is.” You said, somewhat disinterested, staring off at the falconers who were teaching their birds to hunt.

“A hawk is a forgiving animal. You could make mistake after mistake and she’d forgive you at the end of each day because she knows you’ve chicken feet in your pocket.” Your mother said, petting your hair. “A falcon however, doesn’t forgive so easily. She remembers what you did. and she’s not keen on letting you forget either. No matter how many chicken feet you try to shove at her.” She said as she poked at your nose, making you giggle. “So, what bird should you start with?”

“A hawk, but I want a falcon.” You said with no second guessing, you always knew what you wanted.

“You’ll have many birds, sweet dove. But your first should be one of a forgiving nature.”

“I won’t make a mistake.”

Your mother giggled, “You are a stubborn thing aren’t you? Alright then.” She said, just as she began to lead you to the high tower you were in now. There was a beautiful falcon whose chicks had just hatched. You pointed to the one you wanted.

As she placed the babe within your palms you caressed it, feeling its warmth as it chirped in your hands. Her feathers still fluffy, sparse, and white.

“Lenarea.” You named her quietly.

The memory soon faded from your mind.

Memory is merciless, ruthless. And this white prison evoked so much of it.

You put on that thick leather gauntlet, and you took Lenarea out of her cage. Her black eyes examined you fondly. You smiled at her. Until you saw the reflection of a short pale black haired sickly looking boy in her glassy eyes.

“Sister,” He said, his voice shaky.

“Hello Robin.” You said, turning to face him, “I am sorry about your mother. I was only a little older than you are now when mine died.” You said, you weren’t sorry for her, but for him.

“You hated mother,” He said, slightly confused.

“Even still, you shouldn’t feel pain. Too young for such pain.” You said, petting Lenarea’s shining feathers with your finger.

“My mother said, when you marry the baby man and I get old enough, I'll be lord of the vale.” He said childishly,

“I didn’t marry Lord Tyrion. I won’t be marrying him… ever.” You spoke to him with an intensity you wouldn’t normally speak to a child with.

“So, what will that mean?” He was confused, uncertain, as he was with most things now.

“Robin, you and I share blood. That means a great deal to me.” It did, somewhat… “I know you don’t care about what i am going to say but it would be wise for you to listen to it and remember it. I was born with this land as a promise. I was born with the titles of Lady of the Eyrie, Warden of the East, Defender of the Vale, Keeper of the Moon Door, and Head of House Arryn. I was born to it. And at certain moments of my life I would have given it to you. But I made a promise to my own mother. To keep this house safe.” It was somewhat a threat, but not quite.

“My mother said-” He began as Lenarea let out a short but sharp and shrill chirp.

“Your mother did not understand me well. I hope you do.” You said coldly, not proudly.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

As Sandor rode the cart up to the entrance of the Frey’s gates. The men surrounding drinked and shouted, He stopped a man walking passed.

“You, have the Starks arrived?” He asked gruffly, Arya looked at the man with hopeful eyes

“Oh yes they have,” The drunken man said, smirking and letting out a devious chuckle. The man began to walk passed when Sandor reached out and grabbed the man by the arm stopping him.

“What of any Arryns?” He asked, a bit more gruff than the last question. Arya raised a brow at the question.

The man looked at the Hound's hand on his arm, surprised by how large it was “No Arryns here, big fellow.” The drunk man said with a hiccup as the Hound let him go.

He rode on, further up to the gate's entrance. He and Arya were stopped by the Frey’s guardsmen.

“Hog meat for the feast.” The Hound said, tilting his head towards the cart behind him.

“Feasts over.” The Guard said,

Hound looked over to the men singing and celebrating, “Doesn’t sound over.” He said looking back

“It’s over when I say it is.” The man said gripping onto his swords handle,

The Hound huffed and looked back at Arya only to see she was gone.

By the time the Hound was able to abandon the cart, and finish unhitching Stranger from it the loudness of the bannermen grew.

It wasn’t celebratory, no this was victorious, and brutal. A battle, he knew it well.

His thoughts immediately went to you, but satisfied with that drunk man's answer to his question earlier his mind went to Arya.

He couldn’t let her die, not when he knew how much she’d meant to you. Also the money. And he could try to deny he didn’t care for her even a bit but he did… only a bit.

As he hit the guards man hard, partially to move him out of the way and partially for his tone earlier.

Once inside he saw Arya, about to run into the wedding, as if the little girl could do anything.

“It’s too late.” The Hound said harshly, grabbing the girl by her shoulder.

Arya tried once more to run inside, unwilling to let her take her chances in a room full of savage, drunk, stark hating men, he hit her. Hard enough to knock her unconscious. He picked the girl up, tossing her over his shoulder and carried her to Stranger.

The Hound grabbed the Freys Banner as he rode on, to better disguise him and the girl he carried. Soon the banner men’s war cries rang out throughout the courtyard, Sandor held the unconscious girl close to his chest. The cries grew louder and louder, until a crowd emerged from the Freys gates. As Sandor looked closer at what they were dragging out behind them he felt something he didn’t often feel.

Disgust.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

As your dreaming ended, you opened your eyes as a cloud passed your window bringing the sun, filling your room in its warm light. Its warmth cutting through the cold air of the mountains.

It shined in your eyes, you winced as you stretched your limbs and breathed in deeply.

You averted your eyes from the sun, directing them towards the dagger Sandor gave you. You kept it on a small table by your bed. Now that your bruises were beginning to fade it was the becoming the only thing you had to remind you of him aside for the memories that haunted your dreams.

You reached over and grabbed it. You held it in your hand, the handle had a weight to it. You ran your fingertip over the engravings on the handle. You kissed the tip of it, the way you would have if it were his cock.

You closed your eyes, and imagined as if it were. You imagined his groans that he’d let out. Deep and low, so low it’d rattle in his chest. And you imagined his teeth biting down on your sides, on your breasts, your neck.

You ran your fingers down to your cunt. You played with your clit the way he did, circling and rubbing your clit. You used two fingers, which was almost the equivalent of one of his.

You remembered the way his hands would grasp your thighs when he pushed inside you. How the heat felt pouring out of him and into you. You pressed two fingers inside you, using your palm to tease your clit. It was not nearly as satisfying or fulfilling as his cock but it was enough for now. You began to moan out, breathlessly. Wanting nothing more than to feel his hot breath against your neck, his beard against your skin. His tongue in your cunt.

You were closing in on your high, when suddenly-

“My lady-” Ser Cole said as he opened your chamber door, He saw you, with your hand in your small clothes. He turned his body away instantly, “My apologies.” He blurted out

You reasonably startled, removed your hand, sat up in your bed and covered yourself with your blanket, “Men should not sneak into a ladies' chambers!” You spat at him.

Still not looking at you, “Of course not, please, I beg you to forgive my rudeness. It is only I’ve a message of critical urgency.”

“Then tell it quickly!” You said, furious. Sandor would have taken this man's eyes, maybe hanged him by his guts as he liked to threaten often.

He began to turn back towards you, “Your aunt, Catelyn, and your cousin Robb. They were murdered last night.” His voice sorrowful

“What?” You asked softly, in disbelief.

His eyes finally fell on you, cautiously, “The Frey’s massacred them at the wedding of your Uncle.” He looked at you, waiting for a response “My Lady?”

“Leave me.” You said, stoically.

“My lady” He began

“I said leave me!” You commanded, and finally he left.

Alone, alone in your room, and alone in this world now finally. The last remaining bit of your family that weren’t political hostages were murdered. And your one chance at regaining your birthrights without an arranged marriage along with them.

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Later that morning, you hadn’t washed, or changed. You found little point in it.

You began to walk down the marble steps of the Eyrie as Ser Cole stopped you, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from the stairs.

Assuming he was going to beg for forgiveness for catching you with your fingers in your cunt you pushed away with a huff, “Please, I do not need any more apologies-” You began before he pulled you into a hallway and covered your mouth with his hand. You began to struggle when you heard a familiar voice coming from the throne room.

“My condolences. Lady Lysa was a woman of strong character.” Tyrion said, you could tell it was disingenuous. Your heart dropped to your stomach, and you felt yourself tense. Your eyes went wide, as Ser Cole pulled his hand away from your mouth.

“She was. My own condolences of your own lady.” Petyr said in response. You listened intensely.

“condolences are not needed.” Tyrion said, offendedly.

“Of course,” Petyr said, pretending to be sympathetic.

“She's not been found, is all.” Tyrion said, uncomfortably.

“It has been many nights.” Petyr began “You’re a smart man, you are aware of the terrible things that happen inside castle walls. Half her family was killed within them. Your walls and the Frey’s. And you know the kind of world that lies outside of castle walls. You know the terrible things that could happen to a girl-”

“(Y/N) Arryn is a woman of great intelligence, strong will, and a clever nature. I believe she’s alive, taken, but alive.” Tyrion stated, with confidence. The same confidence he always had.

“Another theory.” Petyr said, as if he were tired of hearing his constant wailing about you.

“She’s my betrothed. It is my duty to see to it that she is safe.” hearing him say those words made you feel sick. Or at least you thought it was those words that did it.

“It hasn’t crossed your mind she’s fled. Escaped upon her own free will?” Petyr said, why would he say that? You thought.

“It only crossed it for a moment. I’d be a fool not to consider it, but I would be a fool to consider it longer than a moment. She’s no reason to want to flee.” Tyrion was sweet to be so unaware of how disloyal you were to him.

“She didn’t?”

“She doesn’t.”

“Betrothed to the least desirable Lannister. A man accused of murdering her father-“

“Ah yes, and thank you for informing her of that.”

“You’d have rather kept her blinded to the truth?”

“There was no truth to the accusations. Only thing to come from such knowledge would be pain.” Tyrion stopped himself, taking a breath and reminding himself of what he came to the Eyrie for, “I want to ally our forces, The Knights of the Vale should be searching for her. She is their Lady-“

“They are looking for her. You act as though we want her gone.” Petyr acted like he was offended.

“You don’t? It would be convenient.” Tyrion's tone was pointed.

“I love my niece,” Petyr said and you felt vomit begin to rise in your throat.

“We all know that. You ceaselessly reminded her father of your affections when he rejected your proposals.”

“This is not about me, or you. I am willing to join our forces with one another. Though I believe it is wise for the both of us to anticipate… disappointment.” He talked about you like you were dead. It calmed you somewhat, “It has been how many days since she was seen alive?”

“I say that Dog took her.” A man's voice said, and you recognized it, the cut throat that Tyrion paid as his own bodyguard. Your body tensed, and you felt a wave of heat crash against you.

“Enough,” Tyrion said, tired of his words, as if he’d heard this theory before.

“I mean really, am I the only person with two eyes who could see how cunt struck that bloody dog was?” The cut throat said, it made the vomit rise even higher. You pressed two fingers to your lips to keep them shut.

“I said enough.”

“A theory you don’t like?” Petyr questioned.

“A theory not worth considering. It is blood and ash in my mouth. There is no reason for her to have left with him, no reason for her to have left me willingly.” Tyrion tried so hard to defend what he thought was your love for him. You felt the guilt in your stomach mix with the nausea.

“I’m not saying she went with the fucker smiling. Can’t imagine any lass especially one like her going with a man like that. That fucker never cared if anyone but the king lived or died. But the fucker went against his own king to save that girl from the riots.” The cut throat’s words only pushed you to gag slightly. You covered your mouth with your hand fully.

“There is a bounty on his head and people looking for him. But we are here to discuss (Y/N), finding her.” Tyrion said as a final and swift effort to shut the man up.

“We will ally our efforts to seek her out. They will work in tandem under the one objective of finding her.” Petyr said

With your hand covering your mouth you pushed Ser Cole away with your other hand, walking passed him. Lightly, making sure not to make a sound as you rushed towards the privy as you vomited.

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You hadn’t left your chamber all day. That night Petyr came in. He had a tray of dinner for you. And a tea.

“You’ve not dressed at all?” Petyr asked, concerned. You looked back at him with tear stained cheeks and annoyed eyes. “I am sorry. What the Frey have done…”

“I don’t wish to discuss it.” You said looking over at the food on the tray. You pulled it towards you and began to eat. Your stomach was empty from the sickness earlier.

“I believe we’ve matters of importance to discuss.” Petyr said softly as he watched you eat.

“The killing of my aunt?” You asked sardonically.

“Your aunt had made some worrying allegations against you, my dearest one. And the cut throat that accompanied your betrothed raised an interesting theory.” His eyes were filled with concern.

“You believe them?” You asked stoically

“I don’t know. That’s why I am bringing them to you. For your answers. I could bring you to a Maester and have you checked, but I don’t wish that for you. Nor can we afford the risk of any more people knowing you are here.”

“Lord Tyrion did not touch me. I’ve said it already-“ You began, sneeringly.

“I am not concerned with Lord Tyrion.” Petyr said, it made all the words you’d planned vanish. “Ser Cole might have found you alone but that doesn’t mean you were. It would take a great deal of protection to make it that far on your own.” His accusations were heavy but his voice was nurturing.

“I am intact.” You spoke like a mouse.

“Even still, I’ve prepared a tea… or rather a maester has upon my command.” He picked up the chalice and handed it to you.

“Tea?” You smelt it, it smelt bitter and ugly.

“Only to be sure. It will rid you of any unwanted consequences.” Petyr said as he petted your hair, it reminded you of your mothers touch, your eyes stayed on the tea and away from him. You pretended that it was.

“Moon tea. I know it.” You said, nodding. Your voice was raspy.

“If you are intact, as you say you are, there will be no effect. However, if you are not, and if you are with child, it shall save you the shame.” He continued to pet your hair,

“You don’t believe me?” You still didn’t look at him. You sniffled, your face heating up, eyes watering.

“It doesn’t matter what I believe, or what you say. What matters is that you drink this.”

You felt tears coming, you knew that feeling well… sorrow. “Will it hurt?” You felt submissive, that was new. Even when you had no power you knew a way to find your own power. But not here.

“Drink it, my dear.” He commanded softly.

“As you command it.” You said as you drank it. All of it, within one gulp. It was revolting.

“You are not as good of a liar as you might think, my dear.” Petyr said, he pulled you into a hug, you closed your eyes and pretended it was your mother, and hugged back. “Do not lie to me again, there is no need for it. I am your only ally now.” He threatened you sweetly, and softly. You hated that he was right.

He left you.

You thought about what Sandor would do. You thought about that often but right now you really wanted him. Not for his violence, but you wanted his touch. His arms around you. You wanted him to hold you.

But you didn’t have him, so you held onto your stomach, feeling the possibility of what could be slip away. You’d not know for certain if you were, or were not with child but now it was certain you were not. You day dreamed so often of what could have been. But now no more.

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Sandor had seen every kind of brutalization. There was little that ever shocked him, even littler things sickened him. But what he saw that night truly did.

The Frey’s are animals…

It was early morning as Sandor sat beside a dying fire with the Stark girl still sleeping, his thoughts only turned to you.

Where the fuck were you?

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NOTE:

Hey all you cool cats and kittens,

I’m sorry that this chapter took so long (again lol), but I aced my finals!

Also I wanted to tease that these two are probably going to be crossing paths again soon…

K love you, xoxo

Bambi

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butdaddyilovehim99 · 8 months ago

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but taylor swift is playing so i think i made the right decision for a stylist —> i didn’t think it was possible to love u & ur blog more but here we are?? clegan is so so taylor coded to me in so many ways. i cannot listen to her anymore without relating it to them in some way anymore esp with all the taylor x clegan edits on tiktok

umm hello hi yes i love you too 🥹 i stopped opening the tiktok app because the edits hit so hard… but also send them to me 👀

#also my stylist complimented my perfume and i got to tell her that it’s actually ysl’s myself 😈#i’m going to get everyone to buy it since it’s sooo good #i have so many songs that i listen to that are clegan coded #i have a gift to make any song about clegan or at least austin #anyways ily bb 🥰#but daddy i’m on my bullshit

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anachilles · 11 months ago

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it's hilarious how utterly unserious the clegan stalag 'fight' was. not one bit serious was the entire, like, 10 second ordeal.

the half-hearted, simultaneous leg grabbing. the scrambling. the scissoring. the "mommy and daddy haven't had enough Adult Privacy of recent days and daddy's going batshit insane" of it all. buck on his "let's not fight in front of the kids" shit.

it got fractionally more real with the punch buck ended up landing but bucky still walked away with a semi, only strengthened by the punch and the lingering psychosomatic imprint of buck's loosely curled fist, so the whole thing kind of like success. because at least buck finally fuckin' touched him. and was paying attention to him. at least that'd feel somewhat familiar or grounding in that hellhole.

#[shrug]#abbie.txt #clegan

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justagirlwholikesadam · 2 years ago

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Realm's Delight

Summary: You were the twin of the dark haired child Cersei had with Robert. While fever took your twin, you survived. You are known throughout the seven kingdom as the realm's delight. The years has passed and your younger brother Joffrey wants something you have. Sandor Clegane x Baratheon! Reader

A/n: Let me know if you enjoy this. Likes and comments are appreciated. Enjoy -L

Warning: NSFW, being the it girl, Joffrey being Joffrey, Robert is nice to us, manipulation at its finest, daddy's girl, princess wants princess gets, territorial!

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“It was a miracle.” Robert Baratheon, your father told you. You had survived the horrid fever that took your twin brother away. It was a secret that was kept among the Lannisters and only Robert. While Cersei was in mourning of the loss of her son, Robert’s was cut short. Cersei always resented him for that and that he gave you his undivided attention. Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knew how Robert adored you. Some had even said that he loves you more than his own wife, Cersei and as you grew, he practically gave you whatever your heart desired. Your father wasn’t the only one to give you gifts. Fur straight from House Stark, jewels and the finest dresses from House Martell. Seafood freshly caught by House Greyjoy. The list of gifts went on and on. You were named the realm’s delight among the people.

When Robert learned about the nickname that you have been given he feared that you will have the same fate as Lyanna Stark. Robert decided to do what was best, keep you protected at all times. Robert declared for Sandor Clegane to become your personal guard. Cersei had cried out to Robert about it. He is a monstrosity and hideous beast, she ranted. You heard of the Clegane’s brothers. Lord Baelish always been somewhat kind enough to keep you up to date about the accomplishments Ser Gregor had done along with Sandor’s.

“A flower like you shouldn’t be guarded by such an animal.” Lord Baelish exclaimed as his wandering eyes looked up and down that you. You grabbed a hold of his hands. Lord Baelish blushed from the sudden contact.

“I will grow to be the most beautiful flower because of that animal.” You whispered to Lord Baelish who honestly wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying.

You were so close to him, his mind was in the gutters. Rolling your eyes when you turn away to leave Lord Baelish, you wipe your hands on your dress while walking away from him. Men, they will always think with their cock. Cersei had told you after she had too many cups of wine. Your uncle, Jamie had laughed at her and tried to take her back to her chambers before she said anything else. That’s how you used Lord Baelish to tell you about the gossip going around. A praise, batting your eyelashes at him or giving him a smile was all needed for him to tell you what you wanted to know.

When Sandor was presented to you for the first time, you were surprised. He was the second tallest man you ever seen, his brother was the first. He had lowered his head as he entered the chambers so he wouldn’t hit the door frame. Robert had taken your hand and pulled you towards Sandor. You noticed Sandor had the most beautiful brown eyes you've ever seen. Brown, like the earth and as the light hit his eyes, they looked like honey. You got a closer look when he knelt in front of you and vowed to keep you safe. You knew about the story of his burn scars. It took you an afternoon with Lord Baelish, drinking tea to learn about it. You had taken a liking to Sandor when he became your guard. He was too silent for your liking but that meant you had to break his walls down.

Sandor stood and waited with you outside of your mother’s chambers. She was going to give birth to her second child. Sandor had mumbled to you to keep still since you kept walking back and forth, worried every time you heard your mother’s screams. You were about to say something when the screams stopped. Joffrey was born, and he was healthy. King Robert had his heir to the iron throne. Cersei had two other children after that and your relationship with her became unsteady. Sandor would cast a look at you whenever someone mentioned to you about Joffrey’s and your siblings' golden locks as they grew. You gave them a smile and answered. “They have been blessed with the Lannister’s golden hair.”

He knew you weren’t an idiot, he ignored when people said you were and sometimes when in a bad mood he slayed them whenever they expressed their opinions about it to him loudly. All beauty but nothing in your head. He wanted to tell them how wrong they were. He had spent hours with you in the dusty library of the castle. Seen you excelled in your studies. The winning smile you gave them disappears the moment they leave your sight.

“Something to say, my beloved Sandor?” The tips of Sandor’s ears grew hot by your affectionate words. You had a habit of calling him all sorts of names after both of you grew closer. You didn't want to admit it to Sandor but you like seeing him squirm after calling him those sweet names.

“No, princess.” He croaked out when you gave a cheeky smile. He immediately looked down at the ground.

“Do you think father will ever notice?” You ask Sandor and he looks back at you. You were being serious.

Sandor shook his head, no. “Maybe if he stops drinking and catches a break from his whores, I reckon he might see it. Unfortunately I can’t say anything. As much as father loves me more, I fear I will be punished if I say it.”

Sandor was right you weren’t the dumb princess everyone seems to think. As the time passed, Joffrey and the rest of your siblings grew; it's been nearly 16 years. You had finally managed to get out of a marriage proposal that your father mentioned to you. Sandor was waiting outside as he heard your voice behind your father’s chambers door. He couldn’t help but grin when he heard the hearty laughter from the King.

“Thank you, father. I knew you would be able to understand. That’s why you are the most wonderful King to ever live.” Sandor heard you say before walking out.

Sandor watched as you shut the door behind you and pointed at the staircase nearby. Sandor looked around his surroundings, making sure no one was in sight. He walked a few steps down and turned to see you walking towards him. He lets out a huff when you jump on him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Seven hells.” Sandor cursed when kissed his cheek, attacking him with kisses. Sandor moved to capture your lips with his.

“I take it. It went well.” Sandor said, pulling you close to him. You nodded with a grin.

“Father can be very kind when he’s drunk out of his mind.” You told him as he put you down on the steps. Both of you froze at the sound of Joffrey’s voice, he was coming up the steps. Sandor immediately took a few steps away from you.

“Oh look, it’s my dear sister.”

“Hello, my dear brother.” You greeted Joffrey in the same sarcastic tone. The blonde stood a few steps down from you with Ser Meryn Trant behind him.

“Dog.” Joffrey said. “My-.”

“You mean Sandor.” You cut Sandor off. Your harsh tone wiped the smirk off Joffrey's face. You crossed your arms over your chest. This was an ongoing thing. Joffrey would call Sandor a dog to get a rise out of you.

“His name is Sandor. Have you forgotten?” Joffrey can’t help but smile wickedly at you. It irritated you, Joffrey grew to be more ill and filled with a horrible attitude. He was a spoiled child, that’s all you had to say about your brother. His words and remarks were vile and you wouldn’t stand for it especially when it came to Sandor or to your servants.

“He’s a dog, my dear sister. There’s no changing that. He is The Hound.”

“You’re a dog as well. You even act like one and yet people still call you prince.” You answered back.

“You little-.” Meryn Trant stopped mid sentence when he saw Sandor walking down the steps to get next to you.

“Finish what you were saying. I fucking dare you.” Sandor threatens Meryn Trant and gives him a cold stare down. Sandor’s reputation grew as the years passed. Killer, monster, perhaps even worse than his brother, the names and the fear of fighting against him grew. They all knew no one is safe when he’s protecting you.

“You are so kind to the people below us.” Joffrey said, making your eyes roll. You wished for the day when Joffrey realized that he is a bastard. It was called a rumor but you knew the truth. Cersei has always been a bit sloppy when she was drunk. You had seen your mother and your uncle, Jamie getting cozy.

“I will be so heartbroken when you finally leave King’s Landing and join those filthy people from Drone.” You smile at your brother. Plans have been changed.

“I’m surprised that you know about my marriage proposal with Drone.” You said knowing him and your mother had conspired this marriage proposal.

“Let me be the one to deliver this good news to you, dear brother.” Joffrey frowned as you approached him closer.

“There is no need to be heartbroken, for I am staying. There is no proposal.” Joffrey's blonde brows rose up and his shocked expression turned into an angry one.

“It must be hard not being father’s favorite.” You whispered.

This dispute, the rivalry between you and brother began when he was able to see how Robert favored you more. He reached out for Robert but Robert was busy being King or being drunk. Joffrey was always envious of you, you had your father wrapped around your finger along with the entire realm while you got cheered and praised. He got concerned looks from the people of King's Landing.

“Shall we go, Sandor? Agatha said she was preparing chicken for prandium.” You looked over at Sandor who nodded at you.

“Yes, princess.” Passing by Joffrey, you ignored the look from Mery Trant. Sandor bowed his head to Joffrey and followed you. You can hear Sandor’s heavy footsteps behind you as you continue to hold your front. You wouldn’t let Joffrey know that his little plan to get rid of you didn’t work. Thanks to Lord Baelish and Lord Varys who gave you a heads up about it again, this wasn’t the first time. Joffrey wanted to get rid of you again and now he had even gotten your mother to play along.

Night came and you welcomed the warmth Sandor provided you. Even though the weather of King’s Landing was already warm you still preferred the heat from Sandor’s body.

“I heard something.” Sandor spoke after a moment of silence. You played with the soft hair on his chest while you laid your head on his arm, his arms tightening around you.

“Speak, Sandor.” You softly said, growing anxious every passing second.

“The servants overheard Joffrey asking Cersei about taking me as his own guard.” You raised your head off his arm and looked down at him.

“What?”

“He wants me as his guard.” Sandor answered you. You shook your head.

“That little cunt.” You whispered under your breath and you realized Sandor wasn’t even looking at you. He kept staring up at the ceiling of your chambers. His eyes had become dull and his face was emotionless. Pushing the sheets off your body, you moved to sit in his lap. Paying no attention to the soreness between your legs, you felt him hold on to your legs as you cupped his face with both hands.

“He won’t take you away from me.” Sandor let out a strain chuckle.

He knew what he had with you won’t last. He had made a promise to himself when he first met you. He wouldn't fall in love with you but he broke it. He was utterly in love with you after being your guard for many years. He had convinced himself in the beginning of your relationship that you guys can be together but reality was hitting him straight in the face, you were a princess and he was just a second born son. You would be married to someone else, someone better. You would leave him.

“I swear it.”

“Might be for the best if I do switch. It will be for the best.” Sandor said, making you frown.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to watch you marry some lord or a king and give him kids.” Sandor traced the skin of your legs as he spoke.

“Your father won’t decline the next marriage proposal. He did it for the last two but not the third one. He won’t, I know it. The realm wants to see you married and have children. If I keep guarding you and you get married, I’ll kill your husband.” Sandor said sincerely. You dropped your hands from his face and brought it down to his chest.

“Do you love me?” You asked.

Sandor’s jaw clenched and his eyes grew hard. “Yes or no?”

“You know I do. I have killed for you.” Sandor responded with no remorse. He had spilled blood for you and had lost count on how many people he killed to protect you and your honor.

“If you love me then never say those words again. Promise me?! Promise me that you won’t say that it’s best.”

Sandor said your name softly but you yelled at him. “Swear it to me! Please.”

Sandor nodded, raising his hand up to cup your cheek when he saw you on the verge of tears. He couldn’t bear seeing you cry. You grabbed on to his wrist, kissing his palm.

“I promise. I swear it.” He told you. You leaned down to kiss him. Enjoying the tender moment with him, there were a few times when Sandor showed his soft side with you. It was mostly in bed, both of you would be wrapped around each other and sometimes the aftermath of many orgasms.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He told you and you began to kiss him harder moving your hips, your cunt humping against his cock. Whining loudly when you felt him pull you to his chest and wrap an arm around you. His free hand touches your bare ass. Sandor takes a deep breath as he feels how warm and wet you are.

“I won't let Joffrey take you away from me. I have a plan.”

Sandor’s hand freezes on your ass and looks down at you.

“A plan?” You nodded as you pressed a kiss on his chest.

“Yes. You’re mine, Sandor. No one is going to take you away from me.” Your words were like a shot of adrenaline to him. He gripped your ass harder, he wanted to believe you.

He didn't want to ruin this moment with a fight. He wanted to remember this night with you incase this would be the last night he gets to spent with you. Naked and curled up together. He wanted to enjoy it, so he moved to his side, taking you with him. Facing each other now, Sandor drapes your leg over his waist, your right arm under his head while his arm goes under you. In a thirst position, he can hold you close to him. You bump his nose softly and kiss his scared cheek. He gripped your waist pulling you closer to him.

You shut your eyes and moan when his thick fingers touch your slit. Gather the reminiscence of your cum and his dripping from your hole and rub it on along the swollen lips of your cunt. The tip of his fingers gliding over your clit making you cry out, your cunt was sensitive from earlier. Your toes curled up and legs tensed up when you felt his finger inside of you.

“Fuck.” He groans as he holds you close to him. Moaning his name as you felt him finger you for a moment. He shifted and moved your legs higher so he had room.

“Sandor.” You cry out his name as he slips inside of you. You held on to his arms as he gripped your waist while pumping into you.

His face hidden between your neck and shoulder, you can feel his hand on your back, nails digging into your skin. You held on for dear life as you heard him growl against your skin.

“I’ll kill him, Y/n.” He moans to you as he fucks you, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt. His thrust was growing faster and harsher. The thought of you married with some prince made him angry. Even if people didn't know, you were his and he would keep it that way.

“You hear me?” He said with a moan. He moves his face towards you. You nod at him letting out a pitched whine when he hits that sweet spot.

“You belong with me. You’re mine.” You kissed him trying to mask your moans but nothing in the world would mask the squelching sound of your pussy being fucked.

Sandor held on to you as he moved his hips back and forward. He feels his balls tighten when he feels you cum on him, you’re trembling, skin slick with sweat. Sandor is grunting as he manhandles you. Your hands are on him, touching him, you can feel the muscles and his scars from his battles on his back and his arms.

Sandor cries your name and you shut your eyes as he presses his hips against you, slamming his cock deep inside of you. His hand on your hips goes down your ass, cups your cheek. He squeezes it as he cums deep inside of you. You whimper feeling stuff, your pussy keeps clenching and unclenching around him. He shifts his hips and you moan at the feeling of your clit being ticked by his pubic hair.

You feel his lips on your cheek, pressing soft kisses as he huffs out of breath.

“Sandor.” You whispered as you nuzzled against his face. You didn’t mind the feeling of the scars against your face, you kept close to him enjoying the aftermath of your orgasm.

You didn’t want this to end, you wouldn’t allow it. Sandor was yours first, Sandor belongs to you just as much you belong to him. You weren’t going to give him up without a fight.

Morning came and you were woken by your ladies in waiting. The flock of ladies knocked and waited for you outside to respond. You rose up, finding yourself alone. You wrapped yourself in a blanket and invited them inside. One by one they walked inside, picking up the sheets from the floor, one went to your closet to get your clothes for the day and one opened the doors to the balcony.

“Here, my princess.” The eldest came by you after you covered yourself with your robe. You thanked her for the tea and waited patiently while one warmed your bath water.

One of the ladies was brushing your hair after your bath. They stopped when there was a knock on the door, opening the door. Sandor came walking in, he had a concerning look on his face.

“Good morrow, princess. The king demands your presence in his chambers at once.”

You walked to your father’s chambers with Sandor behind you. He sensed how nervous you were. Before going around the hall, you felt Sandor grab your arm. He gently pulled you back. You were pushed softly against the wall. Sandor stood in front of you, towers over you as he looked down at you.

“Worried?” You whispered to him. You feel one of his hands cup your face.

Sandor doesn’t reply, he simply presses his lips against yours. “Go on.” He tells you and steps away from you.

Sandor has a habit of never expressing his feelings out loud. Sandor followed you quietly. He wasn’t worried at all, he was scared and he hasn’t felt this way since he was a child when Gregor disfigured him.

You walked down the hall and came to a halt when you saw Ser Meryn Trant standing outside of your father’s chamber. It meant that Joffrey was inside. You felt bile rise up. Clearing your throat, you took a deep breath to calm your nervousness.

Meryn Trant saw you and opened your father’s chamber door for you. You looked over your shoulder and gave Sandor a look of nervousness. You took one last look of his brown eyes. It calms you for a moment and you’re able to walk inside your father’s chamber. You noticed Joffrey sitting down along with your mother while your father sat behind his desk. The door shut behind you as you walked towards your father.

“Mother. Brother.” You greeted them and walked next to your father. You leaned down to kiss one of his pudgy cheeks. Robert gave you a smile and greeted you. You can smell the wine coming off your father.

“Sit, we have been waiting. Joffrey and your mother wish to discuss something with us.”

You sat on the empty seat next to your mother. “Joffrey has told me that he would like Sandor as his personal guard.” Your mother said.

So this was about Sandor. “What's wrong with Ser Meryn Trant?” You asked Joffrey.

Joffrey wasn't expecting for you to say something. He thought you would obey instantly. You stare at Joffrey, you weren't going to let Sandor slip away from you. You were going to fight for him.

Joffrey looked over at his father who was also staring at him. “Well, since Y/n is going off in Dorne. I want Sandor.”

“I'm not going to Dorne. I told you.” Joffrey clenched his jaw.

“You had refused your last marriage proposal. Father, are you going to accept this?” Joffrey asked Robert.

“She isn't going to Dorne.” Robert said, making Cersei sit up. “Why not?” She asked him.

“You dare to question me, woman.” Robert eyed Cersei.

“Our daughter has not been wed, people will talk.”

“You think I care what people say about her. She is my daughter. My word is law and final. She won't be shipped to Dorne.”

You dislike how sometimes your father would speak to your mother. Robert was a down right misogynist but when it came to you he was different. You knew it had to do with Lyanna Stark, everyone told you how there was a resemblance between you and her. It was confirmed when Ned Stark and his family came to King's Landing to celebrate your name day. Ned couldn't take his eyes off of you and had even stuttered his sister's name after drinking with your father.

You felt bad for Ned after so many years the death of his sister still had a hold over him just like Robert. He had begged forgiveness to you the next day. “Nonsense. No need to forgive, Lord Stark.”

“He’s a good man.” Sandor told you after Ned left. You had finished a walk with Ned in the garden after you told him if it would be alright to share some stories about Lyanna. He gave you a smile and accepted. You learned a lot about her and intend to use this information.

“He is.” You replied to him.

“It will get him killed one of these days.” Sandor’s words made you sad. You didn't want to see the Lord of Winterfell dead. Unlike Joffrey and your mother, you enjoy their presence and have grown fond of his wife, Catelyn.

“Our daughter should have been married and had babies by now. We can use her as an advantage, a leverage.” Cersei stood up from her seat and walked to the corner of the room where the cart of wines and cups were at.

“I believe it has to be that atrocious dog always behind her. His face scares off any suitors. She will be married soon and doesn’t need him anymore.”

“He protects me, mother.” You said folding your hands on your lap. Cersei looked over her shoulder at you. You looked over at your father because at the end of the day, he has the last day.

“Father, remember the riot. Those men would have killed me. Sandor was there and killed them all. He killed those men.” Robert nodded remembering all too well about that horrible riot that broke out.

You stood up from your seat and walked towards the desk. You kneel down near your father ignoring the tsk sound from Joffrey. You decided if Joffrey and your mother wanted to play dirty. So will you.

“I do not wish the same fate as the lovely Lyanna Stark. May she be at peace.” Your father’s eyes shifted at the mention of Lyanna.

“I know. I have refused two marriage proposals now but I must tell you the truth, Sandor didn’t trust them. He had seen him, heard them speak ill behind my back.” You knew the words you were about to say will be a low blow to your mother and it will create a shift between you two but you had to do it. You didn’t want Joffrey to have Sandor. Sandor Clegane is yours.

“You might think this is ridiculous, father.” You grabbed your father’s hand.

“I want to be loved. The type of love you and Lyanna shared. Ned told me stories about your love with her and it warmed my heart. I crave for that love you both shared.” You flinched at the sound of Cersei throwing her cup of wine to the ground and walked out of the room. No one said anything for a moment. You just watched as the red wine from Drone stained the carpeted rug. This was your chance, your moment to seal it. Joffrey won’t take Sandor away from you.

Sandor stood straight up when he saw the queen running out of the room. The door was opened and he looked ahead. He saw you kneeling by your father, looking up at him.

“Don't take Sandor away from me. Don't let me have the same fate as the woman you loved.”

Robert smiled down at you and cupped your face. “No need to worry. Clegane will stay by your side.”

Robert looks towards Joffrey. “Stay with Ser Mery Trant. If you wish for a more depraved guard. Perhaps we can ask The Mountain to fill in.” Joffrey quickly shook his head. He sent a glare at you before standing up and walking out of the room. Sandor moved away from the door when he saw Joffrey with a pout on his face. Ser Mery Trant followed the prince.

Sandor looked back at the doorway. Robert had helped you get up on your feet and gave you a hug. Sandor gave you a small smile when he saw you staring back at him with your own smile as you hugged your father. It worked.

Sandor knew he would have to beg forgiveness for not believing in you. Your plan worked. Shame on him for ever doubting you, Princess Y/n Baratheon, the realm's delight.

Chapter 2 ->

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In the Dog House

Short story

Title: In the Dog House

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Characters (Pairings but mentions of other characters): Sandor Clegane (The Hound) and Reader

Notes: Yeah, so. Yeah, reader is the daughter of a wealthy jewler and she spends a lot of time at the palace and junk and she's been doing a lot of naughty stuff with the scary watch dog (Sandor). Enjoysies!

The night you had been dreading for days was finally upon you. A “celebration” for Sansa and Joffrey’s wedding and you and your father were expected to be there as your father was a very prolific jewelry designer and friend of the Queen. The dress that was made for you was squeezing too snug against your skin and the fabric itched under your armpits as you stared out from the table with distaste. Your father sat next to you, chatting away with a lady and her husband, likely networking as he called it. On your other side, sat your friend who had been babbling about her recent endeavors with a knight she’d been seducing. You listened, absentmindedly but soon your attention was quickly drawn to the double door that swung open and revealed the young couple. And there, sauntering in behind them, was the Hound. Your heart quickened at the sight of him, armour clinging tightly to his broad chest. Those wide shoulders that make excellent resting places for your thighs seemed to span forever. He caught you staring and fought back a smirk as his eyes trailed over you.

You felt heat pool in your stomach but looked away before your father could notice your skin reddening all over. He stood behind the couple, looming over them menacingly, his big arms crossed in front of him as he gazed out over the room full of people but his eyes would always return to you, watching you giggle with your friend.

The night continued far longer than you wanted it to but the drinks kept you pleasantly numb to the snobbery. Your father seemed to have made a few friends as he approached you.

“Dearest, I’m making a trip back to the shop for the night with our new friends so I won’t be in my- HIC-” He chuckled drunkenly and continued. “I won’t be in my chambers this evening. You’ll be okay without me, right?”

“Yes, Father. I’ll be perfectly fine. A quiet night will be nice after this evening.” You lied expertly. “Wonderful, my dear! See you tomorrow!” He kissed your cheeks and stumbled off to join his new friends. Several more wealthy patrons began to exit the banquet hall, drunk and laughing and you longed to join them. You were beginning to grow sick from all the ladies showering you with questions and backhanded compliments. “And how old are you, dear? You should be marrying soon!” And “Oh such a pretty face! You’ll have such beautiful children someday soon!” You wanted to tell them where they could fuck off to but you kept a smile plastered on your face until you could finally excuse yourself. Stepping outside into the courtyard, you took a deep breath, cherishing the cool air.

“Hello, pretty girl. What are you doing out here all by yourself, hm?” A familiar gravely voice spoke from the shadows. A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth and you turned toward it. “I was hoping you’d still be around.” You replied confidently.

“Oh, you were?” The man stepped out of the shadows and into the light, his large stature lumbering towards you, menacingly. “And why’s that, lass?”

“I’m bored and tired of everyone. There are better things to do out here.” You replied, causing Sandor to chuckle and glance around for any potential eavesdroppers.

“I see. Where’s Daddy tonight?” He stepped just a little closer to you, enough that you could smell the wine on his breath. You wanted a taste.

“He’s preoccupied. All. Night. Long.” You closed the gap between the two of you, running your hands up the broad planes of his chest plate.

“Is that so?” He took your chin between his thumb and index finger and roughly tilted your head up.

“Yes.” You practically moaned. His dark eyes watched your lips as he spoke his next words.

“And what does my pretty girl have in mind, hmm?” He rumbled, his hand dropping to your throat and moving his other hand to wrap around your waist. “Speak up.” He ordered.

“I want you to fuck me.” You whined as you held onto his massive forearm with both hands. You could feel your own wetness start to dribble down your thighs.

“Mmmmm.” He hummed as he pushed you back behind a large column, safe from onlookers. You had to stop yourself from making any more noise as he roughly pressed his thigh against your cunt. His hand remained snug around your throat, fingers squeezing just enough to make you squirm.

“Tell me again, princess. Tell me what you want.” You loved it when he was like this. True, he was definitely drunk but Gods, it drives you crazy when he wants you this bad. He’s usually a non-verbal lover but when he drank, he told you what he wanted, how he wanted it and praised your every move. It was, for lack of better terms, fucking hot. “I want your big cock to fuck me absolutely senseless.” You whispered, grinding yourself against his thigh. With little time to even think, he crashed his lips on yours. It was feral, all tongue and teeth and claw. Your hips moved on their own against his muscular thigh, seeking desperately for friction. It was short-lived as he drew back with your lip between his teeth and released it, making a popping sound into your mouth. “Get your perfect ass down to my quarters. Right now and wait for me. I’ll give you what you need, little one.” He growled against your lips. He released your body from the wall he had you pinned against, and you adjusted your dress. You knew what he meant and your pussy throbbed. He was the King’s Guard so he couldn’t just up and leave. There were things that had to be done first. But when those things were done, he would come to his chamber and fuck you like the hound that he was. Rough and feverish. Not like the other boys who treated you like some fragile little doll. Sandor left bruises, marked you, made you bleed sometimes but you loved the ache that lasted for days. It made you think of him when he wasn’t there and reminded you of the dirty things you do together. You had to wear dresses with high necklines nowadays but it was worth it. “Do hurry.” You whispered, reaching out and touching his fingers at his side. He used to jerk away from you when you were affectionate like this but this time, he allowed your soft, little fingers to graze against the rough calloused pads of his massive hand. He surprised you by gingerly grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. A smirk spread over his face as he watched the blush heat up your cheeks once again. “Get moving.” He turned you around and popped you on the ass, causing you to yelp. He chuckled and made his way back into the banquet hall. You were very fortunate to find that you didn’t run into a single person on your way, which was always preferred for Sandor. Your father was not a fan of the Hound and you were certain he wouldn’t approve of his cock inside of his daughter. But that clearly was a small bump in your path as you quietly pulled the large door open to his room. It was small but the bed was big enough to fit his giant frame. A small shelf next to the door held a variety of things. Books that you gave him to read together, a couple daggers of varying sizes and a large bottle of wine sat on top.

You had little time to continue looking around as the door opened and Sandor ducked inside. He had already removed his gloves and shoulder guards and proceeded to toss them down on the floor somewhere in the corner. His cold gaze fixed on you as he continued unlacing more of his armor.

“Take that off.” He ordered, gesturing to your dress. You obeyed him eagerly, tugging at the ties and pulling the fabric off of your body. “Seven hells.” He growled as you revealed your entirely naked form with your dress pooled around your ankles. “You were walking around all night with your pretty little cunt bare as a babe just to fucking do this to me?” He pulled off his thigh guards which allowed you to catch a glimpse of the outline of his cock, hard and aching in his pants.

“Yes.” You answered, your mouth watering at the sight of him as he shed the last scraps of metal. “Naughty girl.” He rasped, taking off his belt and tossing it in the other direction. He reached over and took the wine off of the shelf and opened the corked bottle with his teeth. “Come here.” He said, after spitting out the cork and taking a huge swig of the alcohol. You shivered with a mixture of anticipation and the cool air that was raising goosebumps on your skin, but you kicked off your shoes and obeyed his command. Swaying your hips as you approached him innocently, you ran your hand down the length of his muscular thigh. He took in a sharp breath through his nose and pressed the rim of the bottle against your lips. He tilted the bottle up so you could sip some of the liquid while your hand trailed underneath his shirt to feel his strong stomach. He pulled the bottle away from your lips after you had taken what you wanted and attacked your mouth, his tongue tasting yours. You wrapped your arms around his thick neck, trying to keep your balance while he nipped and teased. He pulled back and trickled the dark liquid over your chest. Bending at the torso, he roughly sucked your nipple into his mouth. You panted desperately, holding his head to your chest, watching closely as he sloppily licked the liquid off of your breasts.

His lips began to travel up to your collarbones, nipping and biting until he reached your ear. His tongue trailed heavily over the shell of it, “On your knees.” He commanded, an edge in his voice that had you down on the floor faster than he could get the last word out. Finally, he opened his pants and pulled out his mighty cock. You marveled at it for a moment, but Sandor’s low chuckle brought you back to reality.

“My pretty princess loves this cock, hmm?” He reached down and took the entire bottom half of your face in his massive hand. You felt your pussy drip onto the floor and you whined impatiently.

“I know you do, pretty girl. Go on, take it.” He squeezed your jaw and pulled you forward. With a muffled moan, you gratefully took as much of his cock into your mouth as you could. Your hands trailed up to drag his pants down to his ankles so you could feel his strong, fury thighs.

“Fuck, good girl.” He groaned. He quickly repositioned his hands to comb your hair to the back of your head, keeping it out of your face. Now he was able to guide your head, pushing and pulling you in a steady rhythm. You adjusted quickly and without warning, he began to fuck your face. “Been waiting for this all night… FUCK missed your sweet mouth, pretty girl.” The words were falling from his lips as his hips bucked into your mouth. You clawed at his thighs, leaving crescent shaped cuts but he didn’t seem to notice. Tears started streaming down your face and stringy saliva dribbled down your chin while you held your throat open for him. Your head was swimming from the wine and the lack of oxygen as he held you down to the hilt for a couple seconds. ‘MMMmmmmm good girl.” He growled and released you right as your vision began to blur and you heaved in a deep breath. He pulled you up by your hair, making you moan then he shoved two fingers into your mouth. “Suck.” Came his command. Your lips stretched around the large digits and worked your tongue between them, slurping and sucking lewdly. With his lips parted, he watched you intently. You couldn’t help but buck your hips impatiently and moan. He cursed and wrapped his arm around you, lifting you up and hooking your legs around his waist with his free hand. You could feel his length against your wet pussy just beckoning for you to slip it inside. But he carried you over to his bed and flopped you down roughly onto the blankets. You almost protested but stopped yourself as you watched him drop to his knees and settle quickly between your thighs. His wet fingers easily slid into your drenched pussy, curling up and sending delicious sparks up and down your spine. He sucked and bit the soft flesh of your thighs while his fingers worked inside of you, pulling sobs and yelps from your lips and causing your body to jerk and squirm. “Please, Sandor…” You begged, desperately fisting the blanket beneath you.

“What is it, princess?” He grinned almost evilly. “Please… give me your mouth…” You almost sobbed as your pussy contracted and pulsed around his fingers, which slowed inside of you. “Mmmm” He hummed, his lips against your left upper thigh, so close but still so far. “Is this not enough of my mouth, little one?” He teased. You could feel your clit throbbing, begging for stimulation and you sobbed harder. “Pleeease please, I want your mouth on my pussy, please! I want your tongue to- FUCK” He cut you off by sucking your clit roughly and pumping his fingers steadily in and out of your greedy cunt. Stars swirled behind your squeezed eyelids, while your hands fisted the back of his head as he feasted on you. “Please don’t stop!” You sobbed out loudly, your thighs quaking around his head. He quickened the pace, filling the room with lewd squelching sounds and your combined groaning. His tongue flicked and rolled over your clit frantically, in perfect sync with his thick fingers bumping the sweet spot inside of you. “Cum for me, princess.” He ordered against your flesh. The next pump of his hand and the slurping of his lips against your clit sent you hurtling over the edge and your first orgasm of the night washed over your body. Your hips lifted off of the bed, but Sandors strong arms roughly held your pelvis to his face as he ravenously licked and sucked at your cunt. Your lungs released the breath you didn’t know you were holding as you shook and moaned, riding out your high on the older man's face. He pulled away with an animalistic growl, “That’s my good girl. You taste so fucking good, princess.” All you could do was gulp in air and shake uncontrollably. He moved above you, removing his shirt and tossing it aside. “Does my pretty girl want me to fuck her now?” He asked, bending at the torso to drag his teeth over your hips and stomach. “Yes! Please fuck me now!” You sobbed, pulled out of your orgasm haze by a sharp nip to the skin just below your breast. “Gods, I love it when you beg for me!” He snarled and straightened at the waist to spread your legs wider for him. Without warning, he plunged his cock inside of you to the hilt. You screamed but it was immediately muffled by the large palm of his hand. You held onto his forearm with both hands, relishing the rough contact. “Shhh princess, you don’t want your daddy to come looking for you in the dog’s house.” He grunted above you. But his hips began to roll, steady and deep, filling you up every time. It felt like you were being cracked in half as you whimpered, pain and pleasure jolting across your nerve endings causing your eyes to roll back in their sockets. “Mmmm I know, pretty girl. Fuck, you feel so fucking good too. Such a perfect little pussy for me.” The praises kept spilling from his mouth and you moaned under his heavy hand, basking in his words while your pussy began to drip around his cock. The hand clamped over your mouth slid down to wrap around your throat while the other gripped your thigh so hard you knew there would be bruises. You choked on another scream as he brutally fucked you, hips slapping loudly against the backs of your thighs.

“YES yes yes yes!” You croaked as you held onto his forearm.

“My pretty princess loves taking cock from her big scary dog doesn’t she?!” He rumbled and attacked your neck, sucking deep red and purple marks into your skin.

“YES!!! Yes! Gods I love it! I love it!“ You sobbed, back arching into him as he bit down just above your collarbone, then licked the area lovingly. “That’s right… Ughh fuck. Fucking turn around.” He ordered, backing up and allowing you to move on all fours. You looked back at him over your shoulder and wiggled your ass. He slapped both hands on the globes of your cheeks and cursed when you let out a sharp gasp. “This perfect little ass…” He smoothed his hands over it, soothing the sting. He cracked his hand over one cheek and then the other. “I love that shade of red on this perfect little ass.” He chuckled maniacally, as your moaning got louder the harder he slapped your now burning bum. Just as the tears began to stream down your face and you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore, he plunged his heated cock back inside your soaking wet cunt. Your ass was throbbing from the beating and the wiry hairs adorning his abdomen and pubic area were scraping roughly against your stinging flesh. He began fucking you steady and rough, using your wide hips as handles while you pushed back to meet his thrusts. “Tell me who owns this sweet little cunt?” He grunted, reaching out to grab a fistful of your hair and pulled you up against his chest so he could keep talking in your ear. “Yours.. It’s yours! Fuck, Sandor! Please don’t stop!” You knew you sounded like a mewling whore but you didn’t care at that moment. This felt different to you. More desperate and passionate than usual and you wanted so much more of it. “Yes, that’s right. My good girl. Mine. All mine.” He wrapped his hand around your neck and squeezed, your moaning now a silent O accompanied by pitiful whimpering. But this allowed you to rest your head on his shoulder while his other hand slid down and began rubbing rough circles against your clit.

“Only I make you feel this fucking good, sweet girl.” He rasped in your ear. “You want the Hound to make you cum, pretty girl? Tell me.” He moaned and you knew he was close too.

“Yes! Please give it to me! Please make me cum on your cock, Sandor!!” You sobbed as best you could with his hand cutting off your air.

He snarled and shoved your head into the bed, his fingers digging deliciously into your scalp. The next crack of his hips against your ass nearly made you shriek but you bit your lip as he began pistoning in and out of you. “Good girl, take it so good. My little princess loves getting fucked by her mean old dog, hmm? You gonna cum on this cock, princess?” He panted. Gods, you loved it when he got desperate for you.“Uuuughh Fuck Sandor!! Yes YES YES fuck YES!! I love your cock so much!! Fucking cum inside me!! Fill me up!!” You screamed and sobbed into the room as he reached under you again to rub your clit.

“Yes, fucking take all of it. Yes, GOD’S-“ He bit down on your shoulder hard and you felt the warmth of his seed filling you up right before your vision blurred and your pussy contracted around him. You couldn’t even hear for several moments as you sobbed underneath him.

“Yeeesss, I know, good girl. You did so good for me, princess.” He panted against your skin where he bit you. Then, he started raining kisses all over your shoulders and upper back. His sudden display of softness startled you but you didn’t dare say anything. This was new but much welcomed treatment from the stoney man. He stood up and pulled his softening length from inside you with a grunt, leaving you feeling empty. “Sandor?” Your voice sounded smaller than you intended as you turned to him.

He picked up his dirty shirt from the corner to wipe himself off and returned to you with the article. “Hm?” He helped you to clean up as well, dragging the fabric over your oversensitive pussy to collect the mixture of fluids dribbling out of you. “Please let me stay here with you tonight?” You tried. He didn’t look up from his task. “We talked about this, pretty girl. You don’t want to get caught with me.” He finished up and tossed the article back down on the floor.

“Please? Just this once…” You begged. You felt like you sounded like a little kid and winced as he shook his head and looked away from you.

"I don’t want anyone to treat you differently. You’re a la-”

“Don’t you call me that.” You stopped him before he could call you a lady. “You are no Ser and I am no Lady. You are the Hound and I am your Princess. I don’t fucking care anymore about what people think of that. I will fuck whoever I damn well please.”

He chuckled low in his throat and pinned you back down to the bed and kissed your forehead, then your nose. “Such a feisty little one.”

“Sandor…” You called his name again. His eyes searched your face, as if looking for the answer to his predicament. “I want to be with you…” You attempted one last time.

He took a defeated breath in through his nose and lowered his face into the crook of your neck. “Alright, princess.”

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