#daddy clegane

[wildfirefruitjars]

Guess I wasn't completely done with family portraits, for here is house Clegane! Though this time I made it more difficult for myself and didn't just draw siblings, but also parents, and because I hate myself I also drew said siblings as kids... I had fun, tho! It was fun playing around with how much or little I wanted them to look like each other, and it was of course quite the challenge to "babify" the characters!

Oh well, first of course have Daddy and Mommy Clegane! We know very little about either, but I like to imagine they hate each other <3

Gregor I took great pleasure in giving freckles as freckles are adorable and Gregor is anything but! Also I wanted him to look around twelve as a kid, but he looks older... but that's fine, we know he was a huge preteen anyways!

The Piss-puppy himself, Sandor. I've drawn his scar on his right instead of his left as I usually do, as somebody (Sansa) is very confusing/inconsistent about what side it is! -_- Also babby Sandor is supposed to be around seven (again, looks too old, but Cleganes just grow quick, ok!) I was just gonna draw him post-burn, but then I was struck by the powerful urge to give him a bowl cut, which just wouldn't work well when bald on one side!

And then we have the sister, whose tooth was definitely knocked out by Gregor! She is supposed to be around five as a kid.

The sister is actually the reason I drew them as children as well as adults. All we know about the sister is that she died young under queer circumstances, which is rumored to be Gregor's fault. We don't even know where she lays age wise in the sibling order! But by dying young, I assume she probably died while under ten, but I originally didn't wanna draw kids, as I wanted to draw facial features and young children are just round-faced, button nosed blobs, so I just drew her as an adult! But then I decided I ought to challenge myself, and I drew babies!

If anybody somehow was bored enough to read my whole ramble, I'm sorry... as a bonus you can get to hear my headcanon names for the unnamed Cleganes!

I like to call daddy Clegane for Rolder and his father for Caspor (whom I might draw one day) Mommy Clegane I've decides to name Tanda and for the sister I've chosen Lynora :P

[wayrad]

good afternoon today im thinking about gale and john fighting. and not that scissoring they did in the stalag, i mean a real fight. i mean the fighting gale always watched his daddy do in those hot basements, when he couldn’t get out of work (ie bare-knuckle boxing). i mean skin and teeth and blood. i mean john’s head getting so loud he doesn’t back down when gale gives him that look, that warning bite of his name just under his breath. cause it’s not enough. only pain can bring satiation, and gale believes this too- though he’s much better at hiding it. cause his daddy was a bad man but he was a real man, and fighting is the realest show of manhood, and johns got something to prove but so does gale. john getting all up in his face and begging for it; one good hit, right to his beak- and gale doesn’t hit him cause he feels bad or cause john asked so nicely. he needs it just as bad as john does. but maybe that’s just me idk

[swifty-fox]

[arch your back for me] for little beasts john/gale? i miss themmm

I MISS THEM TOOO I feel like ive been having a hard time getting into that john's unhinged monologue lately

sorry this became reverse daddy kink idk

"That's it," John croons, hand smoothing up Gale's spine to press between his shoulder blades with one broad hand.

He can feel his fingers, spanning from wingtip to wingtip, fingers hot and calloused, rings points of cool contact. Gale opens his mouth and moans, feels his ribs compress with heady discomfort at the pressure.

"Arch your back for me, Father."

Mouth dry, skin buzzing, Gale sinks down into John's bed, spreads his knees just a little bit wider and John sinks back into him with a hiss.

One hand anchored on the top of Gale's thigh, the other still holding him down by his back, thumb swiping across the nape of his neck, John bends down to press a kiss to the shell of Gale's ear. It serves to sink him in to the root, hips pressing against Gale's ass until he feels his spine compress. He moans louder, body going liquid and eyes rolling.

John chuckles, rolls his hips forward, "hear how wet you are for me?"

It's lube, Gale knows it is. But his eyes are closed and the warm liquid is dripping down his balls and joining the drooling mess at the head of his cock to soak the sheets in a thick string, feels an awful lot like something come from his own body. The sound of it fills the room as John fucks him to a slow bed-creaking fullness with every thrust. A hand settles by his head, releases his thigh to slide up his stomach and press down.

"Hear how wet you are for me, Daddy?"

Gale's cock jumps violently against his stomach and he chokes out a shocked sob. He feels John's teeth against his ear as he grins, breathes out a smug chuckle.

"You're so twisted, Buck, you know that?"

Making to rise onto his elbows, John's hand moves from his stomach back to the center of his back, pressing him down with a grunt.

"There's something wrong with you John," Gale snaps, goes down easy and moans as John snaps his hips forward sharply.

"Yeah," John breathes, "Yeah there is, but you're the one dripping all over my cock like the good daddy you are."

Gale keens again, eyes rolling and body nearly pitching forward, "-'m not-"

"What? Not good? Not my Father, not my Daddy? Not soaking my sheets when it should all be going down my throat?"

John leans forward and Gale moans through a bitten lip at how full he suddenly feels.

"You been eating a lot of pineapple right, Daddy?" John whispers

Gale gasps out a laugh, ends it on another wrecked sound as John shifts his full weight to the hand on his back, presses against Gale's stomach again and lifts him up to meet his stinging thrusts.

"Oh - f-John-" Gale's incoherent for how full he feels, pressing roughly back against John's hips.

It feels like there's not an ounce of spare space, it feels like John's somewhere up behind his bellybutton.

He wonders if John can feel his own thrusts against his hand.

"You take it so fucking good for me Daddy, you take it so well baby."

Gales eyes are somewhere permanently back under his eyelids, mouth dry for how long he's been choking out noise after noise. John's glancing off his prostate with every thrust, burying agonizingly deep inside him and groaning with every movement.

"God, Daddy, you feel nice for me? You gonna come for me?"

John's pressing harder, Gale's held up by his hand and little else, thighs trembling with every hit of John's hips to them. He's hot and then icy cold and tingling, pure sound rushing through his ears. He's talking without hearing it, blushing at his own thoughts.

"-'m your Daddy, making it so good for me please- John- fuck-" Every breath from him is a ragged shivering gasp, John's movements so rough that his knees are dragging through the pool of slick now - or it's gotten that widespread.

"Making your daddy so wet, John." He gasps out.

John laughs, loud and delighted and presses kiss after wild kiss to Gale's shoulders, fucks him like he's chasing his own pleasure right alongside Gale, "Yeah, yeah I am, baby."

Gale's crashing over the ledge, John diving happily right at his heels

[alienoresimagines]

Bucky : *Singing "Blue Skies" out of tune*

Veal : I just wanted one evening in peace. ONE.

Kidd : *watches Buck*

Kidd : This is all your fault.

Buck : *Tries to hide his fondness but still watches heart-eyed as Bucky serenades him, still out of tune*

Kidd, exasperated : Really ? This is what gets you going ?

Kidd : My disappointment is endless and my faith in humanity is in hell.

[luckydeuce]

Last Line Tag

Thank you @amiserableseriesofevents for tagging me in this, the last chapter is coming together (somehow. slowly. frustratingly.)!

It could have been the sheer size of him, the vastness of his chest and arms that made Gale feel like nothing but a boy, a weakling, really, helpless in the face of John’s immense obstinacy, the kind that always accompanied addiction. Raging against it. So horrified of the possibility of losing him that it made him want to kill him. (It wasn’t a new feeling.) (It didn’t even start with John.)

You know the drill - share the last line(s) you've written!

Tagging @c-goldthorn and @whirlpool-blogs if they want to <3

[pinksiames]

Bucky/Buck/Curt but Curt and Bucky spoil Gale to the ends of the world

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Bucky: (while staring at Buck) Marco

Buck: (while staring right back) Polo

Jack from the next table over: WOULD YOU TWO JUST FUCK ALREADY

[benvenutio]

actually should i write the clegan inception au or is that too niche for everyone

[adarkandmagicalforest]

where does sandor clegane get off at being really big and angry and sad, and having those dark grey eyes and a scruffy beard and a big, scarred hairy chest and big biceps and huge, strong hands ??

[butdaddyilovehim99]

somebody bully me into reading one of the TWENTY books i’ve bought over the last three months

[anachilles]

can i just say your tags on the john-reflects-buck's-father post about buck/bucky daddy kink were absolutely inspired and if you're not already a writer, you for sure should be!!

awwwww!! thank you so much, friend!!

i would in fact consider myself a writer (most of the time) lol.

i'm working on something less horny atm for my first MoTA fic, just to sort of purge the Emotional Feelings build-up (but the risk of ambient horny in anything i write is never totally zero, so).

but for what it's worth, i am also totally planning on following those tags through into a lil one shot 🫡

[prttylilkittn]

Why was The Mountain so hot in this scene help?!?!?!?! 🥵😭

[butdaddyilovehim99]

god he’s a big bitch

that smitten little smile is everything 💕

[butdaddyilovehim99]

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 👀

[anachilles]

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.

[daysofxavierspast]

Curt: *beaming* Sir, you do realize what you just said?

Bucky: Anyone seen my top?

Kidd, half awake: Buck's in the kitchen.