#pretty princess Sandor

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Sandor 'Pretty Princess' Clegane confirmed 🎀

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Kinktober 2023 List

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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His Queen

Summary: I made this because of a tumblr post about Sandor being with Joffrey's wife and they get together and he's soft with her and she has his baby. I don't recall the name of the post but I wrote something like that but with my own twist. Enjoy.

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You were visiting King's Landing when Sandor met you. At first he thought nothing of it, many highborns came to visit King's Landing all the time. He followed you and Joffrey around since he was Joffrey's guard. Sandor wouldn't forget the day when you came to King's Landing. You wore a gown showing your curves, hair was brushed and braided. He kept staring at the yellow ribbon you had tied around your hair as he followed behind.  Sandor knew you were different from the rest who visited King's Landing. You were sweet to everyone, to the servants and to the people. He had even caught you visiting the orphanage and to the sept. 

Sandor had seen women throw themselves to the blonde king but for the first time Joffrey was throwing himself at you. Few days later, King Joffrey asked for your hand in marriage. His mother was overjoyed that her son was marrying you, the princess of a wealthy king from beyond west of Westeros. Sandor wondered if everyone from west of Westeros was nice like you. 

You gave everyone a smile, even to him. Sandor couldn't help but stare at you when Joffrey introduced you to him. 

 "He's my dog." Joffrey told you. Sandor saw your pretty face frown as you tilted your head to the side. 

 "What?" You asked, looking between Joffrey and Sandor. 

 "My princess, he's my dog. Sandor Clegane. My loyal dog." Joffrey said with a chuckle. You didn't chuckle or even laugh. 

  Joffrey was about to say something when Mery Trant came and asked for a moment with him. The king excused himself and walked away leaving Sandor with you alone. 

 Sandor watched as you looked over your shoulder at Joffrey then looked back at him with a smile. 

 "I do hope you'll be loyal to me as well, Sandor." You said, making him nod. 

 "Aye, you are to be my queen and I'll be your loyal dog." He told you emphasizing the word, dog just like Joffrey did. 

 "You know." You told him as you walked closer to him, looking up at him as you held your hands in front of you. 

 "I adore dogs but you, Sandor Clegane, aren't one." Sandor looked away from your gaze and stared down at the cobblestone. You looked at him with no fear or disgust. He didn't know how to feel about it. 

 "Shall we?" He heard Joffrey ask when he came back. Sandor looked ahead when you walked away leaving him behind. He saw you and Joffrey sharing a laugh as he offered you his arm to hold on. 

 It wasn't long before the wedding was held. It was the biggest wedding ever held in Westeros since the people of King's Landing liked their soon to be queen. Sandor had to admit you were a people person. You actually helped the people in your time in King's Landing. You reminded him of Margaery Tyrell, he hoped you didn't end up like her though. The girl was Joffrey's first wife but was poisoned on the day of their wedding feast. 

 They never found out who did it. It was a mystery to most, not to him though. Sandor knew who did it. Margaery got into Cersei, Joffrey's mother's bad side. 

 A month after the wedding, Joffrey had to leave King's Landing to deal with another house that required his presence. You had asked Joffrey to leave Sandor with you. You had batted your eyelashes at him and gave him a kiss when he accepted. 

 "Well, if my queen asks for the dog then so be it." Joffrey said. 

 Sandor was in disbelief when Joffrey had told him to stay behind and look after you. 

 "Keep a close eye on the queen, dog. I don't want anyone near her while I'm gone." Joffrey told him before leaving King's Landing. Sandor walked back inside the castle and was told you were in your room getting ready for supper. 

 Sandor made his way to your chambers. He can hear light chattering from the outside. He looked inside and saw you were standing in the middle of the room as your handmaidens surrounded you. You held your arms out as they did the last finishing touches of your dress and put on your accessories. With one hand you held a scroll, reading it silently as one of them slid the golden rings on your fingers on the other hand. 

 He didn't say anything, he didn't have to because you felt him staring. You looked towards the doorway and gave him a smile. He doesn't think he'll ever get over the sight of you smiling at him. It was a genuine smile you gave him, it had to be because no one ever smiled at him. 

 "I'll be having supper in the gardens today. Set a plate for Sandor. He'll be joining me." You told one of your maids as you walked away to put the scroll down. 

 "Leave us." You commanded the rest, Sandor moved out of the doorway for the flock of women leaving your chambers. He ignored the looks that the women gave him as they left him alone with you. 

 "Come in and shut the door." You told Sandor. He obeyed and walked inside, shutting the door behind him. He watched as you opened the door of the balcony. For the first time the smell of shit was gone and fresh air came breezing in the room. It was one of the things you got rid of, the waste. 

 "Joffrey was nicely enough to give you to me during his absence." You said walking to the small table of beverages. You grabbed a pitcher of wine and poured it into a goblet. 

 "Aye. I'm here to protect you. To look after you." He told you as you walked towards him with two goblets of wine. You passed him one. 

 "Why?" He asked, looking down at you. He wanted to know why Joffrey left him to care for you. He was Joffrey’s guard not yours. 

 "What do you mean? Why?" You asked, taking a sip of the wine. 

 When Sandor didn't respond, you gently pushed the goblet towards his mouth. "Drink." You told him and he did, he wasn't going to say no to fancy wine. 

 Later that day, Sandor sat across from you during supper. He had to admit, supper was good. You had told the cook to make chicken, roasted potatoes and vegetables. Bread was served along with different types of cheeses. Sandor ate his chicken as you ate different types of berries with cheese. Light conversations were made and while the wine was kept serving to him and you. Sandor was in a good mood. He even made a few jokes, earning a few hearty laughs from you. 

 "Was supper to your liking?" You asked Sandor. After supper, he was escorting you back to your chambers. You walked next to him instead of in front of him, Sandor had noticed it a while back. You never walked in front of him whenever he was with you alone. You liked being next to him. You had even grabbed onto his arm while walking at one point.  

 "Aye, never thought I would eat with the queen." Sandor said, making you chuckle. 

 "We should make it a regular thing when Joffrey isn't here." You told as you side-eye him. 

 "When he comes back, he will have you all to himself. I'll be sad because we won't spend time together." Sandor stops in mid step at your words. You had stopped as well when you noticed Sandor wasn't walking next to you. You turned around to see him staring at you. 

 "It's true. I only see my husband during the morning then when eating then late at night when he is done torturing his whores." Sandor felt his mouth go dry.  

 "I know about it." He let out a deep breath. "I'm not stupid, Sandor." He knows that now, you aren't dumb as Joffrey likes to think. 

 You walked closer to Sandor, you were so close to him that he could smell the light scent of lavender soap still lingering on your skin. He could see every beauty mark on your face, every eyelash around your pretty eyes.

 "Honestly, I don't give a shit. He can do whatever he wants. Joffrey has never hurt me like the whores but his words can be cruel." You told him as you looked at his white cloak hanging behind his back. 

 You saw the blood and dirt stains on the cloak, you reached forward to grab it. Feeling the fabric and the dried blood on it. You remember his words when he told you why he hadn't taken the knight's vows during supper. 

 "Be glad it's just words, my queen." Sandor told you softly. 

 Sandor knew what you meant. He never saw Joffrey lay a hand on you but he did hurt you with words. He would call you stupid for loving the ungrateful people of King's Landing. Joffrey would undermine you and intimidate you. Sandor can only imagine how Joffrey acts towards you when he wasn't there. 

 "Words can hurt, Sandor." You told him as you let go of his cloak and touched his chest, your fingers tracing the chest plate of his armor. 

 "Aye." Sandor agreed with you with a small nod. He knows all too well of it. He has grown immune to the cruel words said to him. Words like monster, ugly, evil, and dog. 

 "If I ask you something. Will you do it for me?" You asked him as you removed your hand from his chest. 

 "Anything." Sandor responded. "You won't tell anyone?" 

 "Not a soul." He said. 

 "Come to my chambers tonight. Don't let anyone see you." You told him. You didn't wait for his response. You turned around and continued to walk. Sandor watched as you walked down the hall then entered into your chambers. 

 It was late at night when Sandor released the knight guarding the hallway.  Making sure the knight was out of his sight, Sandor walked towards your chambers. Sandor thought it was a joke when you told him to meet you at night. Perhaps you were waiting for him to come and laugh at his face. 

 He saw the door was slightly open, he slowly pushed the door open trying to not make a sound and looked inside. He saw you there, sitting on an armchair near the balcony. Candles were lit around you, providing you light as you held a book in your hand. Your hair was down and slightly wavy from the braid you wore earlier. His eyes widened at the red and golden robe you wore, it wasn't fully closed. He can see the valley between your breasts, that’s where a gold necklace laid. 

 He cleared his throat loudly making you look up from your book. 

 "You came." You said shutting the book. 

 "I did." Sandor said, walking inside and closing the door. 

 "The lock." You pointed up at the metal lock above the door. Sandor locked the door, giving it a pull to make sure it was properly locked and looked back at you. 

 "Do you read, Sandor?" You asked him as you placed the book next to you. He shook his head. 

 "Can you read?" Sandor nodded at you. "Aye, I spent a lot of time reading when I was younger." 

 "Why did you stop?" You asked. 

 "After I was burned I didn't want to go outside. So I just read to pass the time. As I got older I didn't give a shit anymore of what people would say about my appearance." Sandor said. 

 "Did you trip when you were young? How did it happen?" You asked as you got up from the couch. When Sandor didn't say anything you were about to walk towards him and ask for forgiveness when he spoke. 

 "My brother pushed me. I was playing with one of his toys. He thought I was stealing it but I was just playing with it. He got angry and held me down as he pushed my face against the fire." You stood still at his words. You clenched your hands in rage at his brother. 

 "It took three men to take him off of me." Sandor said softly while shaking his head as he remembered. 

 You have seen ser Gregor Clegane before and understood why he was called The Mountain. He was taller than Sandor. He frightens you especially with the stories you heard about him but Sandor didn't frighten you at all.

 You walked closer to him looking up to his face as you stood in front of him.

 There it was again, Sandor thought. You looked at him with no fear. He didn't understand the look you gave him. You had a look in your eyes that he had never seen before. 

 "What do you want, my queen?" Sandor asked. He wanted to know why you were being so nice to him and why you had taken such interest in him. 

 "I want you." Sandor's eyes widened at your answer. He was about to step back when you grabbed his hand. He looked down at your hands. Your hands were so different from his. Yours were small and smooth while his were large and covered with scars along with calluses. 

 "Is this some fucking joke?!" He hissed at you pulling his hand away. 

 "Why do you think it's a joke?" You asked him. 

 "Look at me!" He told you as his gaze at you darken. 

 "I'm a dog. A nobody." You frowned at his words. 

 "I want you, Sandor." You told him firmly trying to get a hold of his hand again. 

 Sandor shook his head and turned around to unlock the door but you stopped him. You quickly leaned against the door, pushing yourself in front of him. 

 "It's not a lie." When Sandor didn't say anything you continued to speak. 

 "Do you really think Joffrey wanted you to stayed? I asked him for you. I wanted you here, I wanted some time alone with you." 

 Sandor let out a deep breath. "Why do you think I asked you to come here tonight? I have been here for almost two months and I haven't met anyone like you before. Everyone sees you as a mean person and a killer but I don't. You are so much more." 

 "You don't know what you're talking about. You have been drinking too much wine." Sandor told you, trying to find any excuse to go away.

 "Really?!" You yelled at him. 

 "You know, I have learned that a certain person has been donating to the orphanage." Sandor looked away from you. 

 "They told me it was you." You said as you grabbed his arm.

 "No knights have this before. Sandor is good but misunderstood." You repeated the words that the elderly keeper told you on your last visit to the orphanage. 

 "A few pieces of silver means nothing." Sandor mumbled to you.  

 "It means something especially to those children that have nothing." You told him.

 Sandor didn't think anything of it. It is just a small amount that he donates. Sandor wasn't rich but he had money from being Joffrey's kingsguard. He didn't tell you that it was because of you that he donated. 

 He was there when you spoke to Joffrey and to the council about the orphanage. You didn't give up your cause even when Joffrey laughed at the thought of helping them but his council sided with you after your speech of helping them and giving them resources. 

 "Those children can grow up being something bigger. They can be knights, servants, blacksmiths, farmers and maesters." Sandor watched as you smiled when the council decided something will be done. 

 "I want you. The question is, do you want me as I want you?" Sandor finally looked at you. 

 He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say. For the first time in his life a woman wanted him but you weren't just any woman, you were the queen.  

 "Do you find me pretty?" You asked Sandor as dread filled your stomach perhaps he didn't find you attractive. He quickly nodded his head. 

 "Beautiful." Sandor told you as you grabbed his hand.

 "I think of your hands at night." You told Sandor, bringing his large hand up to your face. 

 "When I'm with him, all I think about is you." Sandor moved his hand to your face, cupping your cheek. 

 "Do you want me as I want you?" You asked him again. 

 "Only a fool will say no to you, my queen." Sandor responded. 

 "Call me Y/n." You told him as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek. You have been wondering for so long how his hands and mouth would feel on you. 

 "Y/n." He whispered your name. You pushed against him as you looked up at him. You smiled at him, it seems unreal. He was the first person in this kingdom to say your name. 

 "Kiss me." You told him. 

 Sandor leaned down to kiss you. He kissed with caution at first pressing his lips against yours. You wanted more, you pulled him down to wrap your arms around his neck to get him closer to you. He kissed you again and you whined when he held on to your hips, his large hands gripping the robe you wore tight as you opened your mouth to him. You teased his tongue with yours, feeling giddy inside when you heard him whine in your mouth. You pulled away from his lips giving him a smile. 

 "I have been wanting to do that for a while." You whispered to him. 

 "You're crazy for wanting me." He told you, shaking his head. 

 "Aye, absolutely crazy for you." You grinned at him, making him laugh out of disbelief. 

 You looked down at your robe, you slowly untied the belt from your robe. Sandor held his breath as you took your robe off. 

 You stood in front of him naked. "Join me in bed." You told him, leaving him by the door. He looked over his shoulder as he saw you walking to the large bed. He stared at your bare ass and bare legs. He quickly followed you as he started to remove his armor. 

 Sandor has had sex before, he was no virgin. He always paid for a fuck. It was always for his pleasure only not really caring for the other but now he was feeling nervous, he wanted to make you feel good. 

 Sandor knew he was a big man with a big body. Sometimes the whores will be too anxious to be with him. He was nervous that you would reject him once you saw him naked. 

 Unknown to Sandor, you were practically salivating at the sight of his bare chest and arms. Sandor was toned and his upper body was covered with thick dark hairs. His shoulders were broad. His arms flexed when he threw his tunic over his shoulder as he walked towards the bed. 

 As he got closer to you, you touched his chest. He was warm and his chest hair was soft. You can feel the scars on his chest and stomach.  You felt him tense up when you touched his stomach. Playing with the hair of his happy trail for a moment before your hands continue going down. 

 "You're so big." You told him as you felt him through his trousers. Sandor stared down at you as you cupped his cock.

 "Come here." He said before picking you up and dropping you on the bed. He pushed his pants off while getting on top of you. His lips attacked your neck, you let out a giggle as his beard tickled you. 

 "Sandor." You cried out as he kissed down to your chest. His large hand cupped your left breast squeezing it, his thumb rubbing your tit as he suckled on the right. 

 You spread your legs wider for his frame, Sandor was huge and you loved it. He hovered over you as he fondled your breasts. He gives a big lick on your hard nipple before looking at you. 

 You brought your hand to his face, tucking a strand of his brown hair over his ear. 

 "Let me taste this cunt?." He asks you as he brings his hand to your cunt. You nodded at him as his middle finger drags up and down your slit. He hums to himself when he notices you're wet dripping on sheets of the bed. 

 "Please." You cry to him when his finger hits your clit. Sandor was quick as he got further down to face your cunt.

 You smell so good to him. His tongue licks on your slit as his nose rubs against your clit. He parts your puffy lips so he can tongue your sloppy hole. 

 "Sandor! Fuck!" You cry out as he eats you out then start to finger you while sucking your clit. 

 "Fucking tight." Sandor tells you as he looks at you. You were watching him as he played with your cunt. Two thick fingers rubbing the spongy spot inside of you, his thumb rubbing your clit. No one has ever made you feel this way before.

 "He made you cum before?" You shook his head when you let out a moan when Sandor started to finger you quicker and faster. Joffrey hasn't even come close to it. He grins to himself when he feels your pussy tighten around his fingers. 

 He thinks he'll cum as well just by looking at your pretty cunt and the sound of your moans as you came on his fingers. He plays with your cunt softly knowing you're sensitive from your orgasm. He pulls his two fingers out of you, they are wet and coated with your cum, he greedily sucks them. Savoring your cum, it's better than ale, he tells himself. 

 "I'll make you cum again, Y/n. I'm gonna ruin you if I fuck you." He tells you, leaning down to kiss your mound. 

 "Ruin me." You beg him as you look at him. He gives your cunt another kiss before kissing your stomach then your chest again as he positions himself between your legs. 

 Sandor can't help himself but drag his cock against your wet slit. You moaned at the sight of his cock in his hand. His cock was thick, his head was red and fat. You watched as he softly nudged your lips apart with the head of his cock. The head of his cock gathers your wetness so he can slide into you with ease.

 He glances at you for a second looking for consent to continue. You nodded at him. You couldn't help but whine as he slid into you. You felt so full, Sandor can feel you clench around him.

 "Fuck me." You beg him. 

 Sandor moans as he slams into you. His arms shook as he gripped the edge of the bed holding himself up. His thrusts was rough, he kept staring as you threw your head back to moan. Your tits bouncing with every thrusts. 

 "Fuck." He groans out loud. Sandor felt his chest tighten at the sight of you. He can smell your cunt on his beard making him grunt like a wild man.

 He lets out a moan as he looks down between both of you. Cunt spread open on his cock, you were mewling as he pushed deeper into you. Sandor felt your hands on his shoulders, pulling him to get close to you. Sandor feels your breasts against his chest as he cages your head with his arms. 

 He calls you his pretty lady, his pretty queen as he fucks you. The slick sound of his fat cock dragging out and inside of your wet cunt can be heard.  You cried when you felt his lips on your cheek pressing wet kisses all the way down your neck as you held him. 

 "I'm going to cum, Y/n." Sandor whines to you as he was about to get up to cum outside of you but you held him closer. You wanted him to cum inside of you, deep inside of you. 

 "Cum in me. Please Sandor." You whispered to him. He let out a moan, he hides his face against your neck as he starts to fuck you harder. His harsh thrusts made you cry out as you felt him go deeper, you can feel him in your stomach. Sandor had to bite down on his bottom lip as he felt you cum around his cock. 

 Sandor grunted loudly as he cums inside of you. You welcomed him as he laid on you, enjoying the feeling of him on you, the warmth and the weight of his body. Your fingertips gliding up and down on his back. You felt him moan as he pushed himself up softly, looking down at you, he kissed him. Both of you knew at that moment, you wouldn't be able to stay away from each other. 

 Joffrey returned the following week, much to your dislike you couldn't speak to Sandor as much. You both knew the risks of someone finding out you were having an affair with him. That didn't stop both of you from giving each other looks and touches. 

 The only time you would have for each other was when occupying the library, the library was a large room in the basement of the castle. You spend your days there when you have finished with your duties. You usually were there reading while waiting for Sandor. He will come in an hour later after you. He was always looking out, making sure no one was around the library. He will get inside and quickly find you hiding in the back. Sweet and gentle kisses Sandor gave you every time, he was always gentle with you. His large hands cupped your face as he kissed you. Sandor will push you against the bookshelves and go down on his knees, he was always in need to taste you. You would moan when you feel him go under your gown, he puts a leg over his shoulder as he makes you cum on his tongue. 

 His low moans and whines can be heard when you are between his legs sucking his cock. He will groan when you start to gag on his cock while playing his balls. He can't help himself but cum inside your mouth, especially when he sees you staring up at him with doe eyes. Head bobbing up and down on his shaft, the golden crown on your head wouldn't even budge. 

 The small loveseat in the library would creak as you rode him. One of his hands held your hips while you placed your hands on his broad shoulders. Sandor and you would finish wrapped around each other and when he finally allowed you to kiss his burned cheek. You didn't pry when you saw him tearing up whenever you kissed his scared cheek. You whispered to him about wanting him, loving him and thanking the new and old gods for having him in your life.

 It was a few months when a tournament on King Joffrey's name day was being held. You sat next to Joffrey as he drank his wine and shouted profanity at the players. You were starting to feel unwell. You have been so nauseous lately. You were getting worried. Some days you would wake up throwing up and the heat wasn't helping. The tournament was held on the eastern wall of the Red Keep, you ignored the smell of the ocean. You looked away as the knights fought a few feet away from you. You didn't notice Sandor staring at you as he stood near Joffrey. He saw you placing a hand over your mouth and started to shift in your seat. 

 He looked away when Joffrey called for him; it was his turn to fight. He grabbed his helmet and walked to the floor. He wasn't nervous, he has done this many times before. As he hits his opponent with his sword, he can see you in the background getting up from your seat. He let out a grunt as the opponent hit back but Sandor was much stronger and quicker. He defended himself and pushed his opponent off the ledge of the building. 

 Joffrey leaped out of his seat in joy as he ran to the ledge to see the other men on the ground. After calling Sandor a good dog, Joffrey claps. Everyone joined as Sandor took his helmet off, he looked over at you but you weren't there. You were gone along with your handmaidens. Sandor kept looking but saw his older brother's piercing black eyes staring at him with a frown. Sandor looked away and walked back to his post, next to the King. 

 It was later that Sandor found out why you were gone. You came back when the feast for Joffrey's name day started. Joffrey got up from his seat and cleared his throat. 

 "I have an announcement to make. It brings great joy to tell you. Your queen, my wife is pregnant. She has provided me with an heir!" 

 Sandor looked over at you but you just kept staring up at Joffrey with a smile; it was a fake smile. Sandor knew you were faking it since your eyes were dull. He watched as Cersei gave you a hug and congratulated you as well as her children, Myrcella and Tommen. 

 Sandor stood in the middle of the garden at night watching his surroundings. He saw a single candlelight lit from your balcony. That was a sign from you, to meet you in the gardens. 

 He heard light footsteps coming near him. He turned around when he heard it getting closer. He saw you wearing a black hooded cape. 

 "Sandor!" You cried out running to him. Sandor hugged you tight. 

 "I'm with child." You sobbed into his chest as he rubbed your back. 

 "It's alright. It's alright." He repeats gently, calming you down. 

 "The maesters said I'm about a month or so." You told him, looking up at him. 

 "Sandor, I have to tell you something." He frowned when you started to look around for a moment. 

 "When Joffrey returned to King's Landing.  He became violent." Sandor grabbed your hand.

 "In bed, he started to get angry when I wouldn't moan or move. He started to get aggressive. I was so scared." You whispered.  

 "I started putting a few drops of milk of the poppy in his drink before he would get to bed. Whenever he wanted to have sex, he couldn't perform. He would fall right to sleep before anything can happen." 

 "Has he been suspicious?" Sandor asked. You shook your head. 

 "I've been sleeping naked with him. I would take his clothes off as well." Sandor nodded, you have thought of everything. 

 "Are you mad at me?" You asked. 

 Sandor shook his head. "No but why didn't you tell me that fucking cunt was doing that?" 

 "You would have killed him." You told him. "Then they would kill you. I can't be without you. I can't raise our child without you." 

 Sandor hugged you tight, kissed your forehead and told you everything was going to be alright. He never thought he would have been a father, he honestly never wanted a child. Mostly because he never found a woman who wanted to be with him and have a family. 

 He was worried for you. He wouldn't always be there when Joffrey is with you. He hoped Joffrey wouldn't harm you since you're pregnant. 

 Pregnancy was something Sandor had never seen before first hand, he watched your body change completely and he loved it. He loved touching your swollen belly and breasts. He loved how sensitive you have gotten as well. Sandor thought you looked more beautiful. Your belly has grown so big during the months. Joffrey thought it was twins, the idea was rejected by the maesters. They told Joffrey they can only feel one baby, one very large baby. 

 You waddled everywhere you go. He wanted to carry you every time he saw you waddling around the castle. Whenever there was time to spend with you he would hold you, his large hands touching and rubbing your belly. His lips pressing against your bare shoulders. 

 "Sandor, if anything happens to me. Promise me you'll look after our child." 

 "What do you mean?" He asked you as he heard the tone of your voice change. 

 "If anything happens to me. Look after our child, teach them to be good. I know if Joffrey is in their life they would be cruel just like him" You told Sandor. You were between his legs, you back against his chest as his arms wrapped around you. 

 "Teach them to survive in this wicked world." You looked over your shoulder at Sandor. 

 "Don't let our child be like the rest of them." You cried out to him, Sandor was quick to comfort you. 

 "They won't be like them. I promise." He told you, feeling a tightness in his chest. He wouldn't let them be like his brother or Joffrey. 

 It was morning when he heard from a servant that you started to give birth. Sandor followed Joffrey down the hallway. He froze when he heard your screams. 

 Cersei was sitting outside the door with Myrcella. The young girl was in tears as she heard you crying and screaming while giving birth. Myrcella wanted to be there for you, she had come to love you very dearly since you became queen. You had become like an older sister to the young girl. 

 "All this screaming and crying. When will it be over?" Joffrey asked, looking irritated.

 "Joffrey! She's giving birth. It can be hours, sometimes days." Cersei said. Joffrey rolled his eyes at her. 

 Sandor paled at the thought of you being in pain for so long.  

 "Ridiculous." Joffrey hiss then banged on the door. 

 Sandor walked closer to Joffrey when the door opened and the maester came out. Myrcella was the first to gasp at the sight of the maesters' bloody hands. 

 "How long?" Joffrey asked, ignoring the cries from inside or the maesters' blood stained hands. 

 Sandor looked inside the room. You were in a white gown, the gown was clung to your skin wet from your sweat. Two handmaidens were on either side of you, holding your hands as you pushed. He can hear encouraging words from the ladies. 

 Before the maesters could respond the handmaiden had called out to him to come inside. The door slammed shut before Joffrey could say anything else and your screams continued. A few minutes later your cries had stopped and a loud, strong cry was heard. 

 Leonidas Baratheon

 Sandor watched as his son slept in his arms. The three of you were in the library together, Sandor was sitting on the loveseat as he held his son. You sat right next to him. 

 "He's so long." Sandor commented as he continued to look at his son. 

 "Aye, the maesters were right. He's going to be tall." You said as you watched Sandor with a smile. He hasn't taken his eyes off of him, it was Sandor first time meeting his son. After healing and everyone coming to see Leonidas, the heir to the iron throne. You finally had a chance to see Sandor again. His sweet praises filled you as he kissed you, "I'm proud of you. A boy, a son." 

 "I wish he would have had your last name." You told Sandor making him look up at you. He shook his head and looked back at his son with a sad face. 

 "No, it's a good thing he doesn't. Being a Clegane comes with a reputation." Sandor told you. He froze when Leonidas stretched his arms and dozed off again. 

 "I wish you wouldn't think like that. I would love to have your last name." You told him looking down at your lap. 

 "Look at me." Sandor said softly. You look over at him. 

 "You really are crazy, you know that." Sandor said jokingly, making you smile. 

 "Absolutely." You told him, leaning your head on his shoulder. 

 Sandor would have loved that as well for you to have his last name but Sandor knew in this world, you don't always get what you want. He consider himself lucky. He felt lucky that you wanted him, to share a bed with him, to share a kiss with him. If this is all he could get from you. It's enough for him. 

 Leonidas grew up just as everyone expected him to be. You always were nervous whenever someone commented on his height or his hair. No one mentioned he wasn't blonde like his father. Everyone had said the child was an exact replica of Joffrey's father, Robert Baratheon who was tall and with dark hair. 

 Joffrey had his son's trained with the best knights when he was able to hold a sword. Joffrey had his son trained with the Clegane brothers. Leonidas asked his father to train with them and hunt with them. At a young age, Leonidas has felt at ease with the two most dangerous fighters in Westeros. It did raise concerns with the council and many people of King's Landing but as Leonidas grew, people in King's Landing saw him as a good prince unlike his father when he was younger. Leonidas was adored by the people and was always seen with his mother when visiting the orphanage. 

 Cersei was walking to her room when she passed by the training area being held in the courtyard, she stopped when she saw her grandson training. She got closer to see Leonidas, age 15 holding a sword. The teenager huffed as he blocked Gregor's heavy attack. She looked over at Sandor who watched them both attentively in the sidelines. He held a hand up to his mouth as he watched Leonidas dodging the attacks. His eyes were dark as Gregor was gaining the upper hand but Leonidas was quicker. 

 Cersei knew Leonidas couldn't be her real grandson. She always wondered where he got his looks and physique from. Cersei was about to leave when she saw movement from the second floor of the castle. She was surprised when she saw you. You were supposed to be bedridden since you were almost close to giving birth to your third child.

 Cersei can see your smile widen as you place a hand on your stomach and look down. Cersei followed your gaze and frowned when she saw you smiling at Sandor. 

 Sandor has sensed your presence from above. He smiled up at you before looking back at his son. He let out a chuckle when Leonidas had pushed the sword of Gregor's hand. 

 "Well done." Gregor said before picking up his sword from the ground with a huff. 

 Gregor looked over his shoulder to see Leonidas had run up to Sandor. Gregor watched as Sandor gave a pat on Leonidas' back while telling him he did a good job. He saw Leonidas smile widely at Sandor's words. Gregor knew Sandor's praise meant everything to the young prince. 

 Gregor knew Leonidas wasn't Joffrey's son because every time he looked at the young prince all he saw was his younger brother, Sandor. No one knew what Sandor looked like when he was a boy before his face was burned but Gregor knew. Same brown eyes and hair along with the same smile. 

 Joanna Baratheon, was the second child of Joffrey and Y/n. Every time the young princess looked at Gregor. He saw the face of his dead little sister. Joanna is still young to know about him and what kind of person Gregor truly is. While others didn't even look at Gregor straight in the eyes, Joanna would give him a big smile whenever she saw him. Sometimes would wave at him whenever he was passing. 

 Gregor often would watch Leonidas and Joanna when they spent time together in the garden, Joanna would collect flowers while Leonidas would have a book on his lap, gifted by his uncle, Tyrion. Joanna would make flower crowns just like her aunt Marcella had shown her. Gregor would watch them for a few minutes behind the pillars of the castle. His dark eyes looked between the prince and the princess. Someday Gregor's eyes would play tricks on him and their faces would morph. Leonidas's left side of his face would be burned, Gregor can still recall the smell of burnt flesh after all these years. Joanna's small face will be pale as the snow, her brown eyes would be bulging out of her skull. Her neck will be black and blue, her small hands would be clawing at her neck. He would have to shut his eyes for a moment then when he opened the faces of his siblings were gone. The happy faces of his niece and nephew were back. He would always leave when his eyes got watery and a dreaded feeling in his chest started to rise. 

 Gregor knows he's filled with evil and hate. His thirst for blood and chaos is known but he doesn't know why when he looks at the prince and princess some unknown force calms him down for a second and he's filled with something else. He doesn't know what this feeling is, it's not hate and while he figures out that feeling  he wouldn't tell a living soul that Sandor is the real father of Leonidas, Joanna and the babe growing inside of you. Gregor had already slit the throats of the people that were calling Leonidas and Joanna a bastard and their mother, you a whore in hushed whispers.

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His Queen: Nameday Chapter two ->

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- 18+ words and themes overall, cussing, mention of death, mention of sandors death, happy angst, reuniting lovers. Lmk if i forgot anything.

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CHAPTER 24

“Fuck me its cold.” Gendryl huffs as he pulls the blanket closer to his body. 

“Is that all youre going to do this fucking trip?” hound asks, pushing his shoulder almost causing the blacksmith to trip up. 

“Do what?” Gendryl asks, turning a bit to look up at the larger man. 

“Winge. You've been doing it this entire time. It's worse than the thoros singing. Talking about a woman who strapped you down, stripped you naked, some fucking red witch-” 

“She was gonna kill me, could-would have If it was for davos who-”

“But she didn't, hmm. Did she? So what are you whining about?” Sandor cuts him off, tired of his bullshit. 

“I'm not Whining.” Gendryl barks back. 

Sandor chuckles. “Your lips are moving and you're complaining about something…this cunt has been killed six times you don't hear him bitching about it huh?” Sandor says pushing Gendryl to the side and continuing off infront of him. 

“Sandor.” Jon says, turning to him, calling him up. Beric follows, wanting to hear the plan Jon might have. 

“I wanted to congratulate you on your fatherhood.” he says. 

“What?” Sandor asks, confused for a second. 

“Her grace, y/n clegane. She bore you a son. They call him the little prince. I was there. He's healthy. Takes after you.'' John nods. 

“Oh. hmm. I'm planning to deter all other nonsense after this shit to sail to Volantis finally.'' Sandor huffs out fixing the pack around his shoulders. 

John stops walking to look at him. 

“Volantis? There was a plague that swept over it, heathers plague, from the heather plant being tainted. Her grace isn't in volantis, she's in winterfell with sansa. Her parents sent her there because the plague does not touch the cold. She thinks you're dead though.” John explains. 

Sandors breath hitches for a moment before glancing at beric who nods with a smile knowing that the ‘lord of light’ has willed him to be here. 

“Dont smile at me like that you fucking necromancer.” sandor says. 

“You have a son clegane, the little prince, be thankful. When this is all over you can head there to reunite.” beric continues. 

“Why does she think I'm dead?” Sandor asks as they continue the walk. 

“Brienne of Tarth is also within the walls of winterfell when y/n arrived brienne told her, she pushed you and you fell.” John says. 

“The big woman?” Tormound asks, his eyes wide with wonder. 

“Y-yes.. John answers uncomfortably.

“I will make sure you join us when we arrive back there. You've got a son to meet.” Jon says. 

“You've got to stay alive now that is eh? Don't want your pretty missus to keep thinking you're dead now then." Tormund says, putting his hand on sandors shoulder. As fast as it was placed sandor smacks it off him. 

“Fuck off.” he huffs. 

“You're the dog, they told you were mean. Were you born that way or were you hardened?” Tormund asks him, smiling a bit. 

Sandor slowly turns to the other man scowling at him as if he can't understand a word he's saying. 

“What is wrong with you? Genuinely.” Sandor asks, huffing out a puff of air that can be seen because of the frigid temperature. 

“Nothing. You see I don't think you’re actually mean. I’ve seen the princess and the fact that she fell for a brute look of you well..ptff. Youve got sad eyes i think she takes care of you, takes care of you well, enough to put a babe inside her, i think that under all your anger and hate your a soft man, you either love her completely….of she just fucks you so good you cant leav-” tormund is cut short with a punch to face before he lands in the snow.

“I told you to shut the fuck up and i wont do it again. Talk about her like that once more and i’ll snap your ginger fucking neck!” Sandor barks out. 

“OI! Enough of that?! And keep moving!” Jon hollars out as the rest of the group is a bit of a ways ahead. 

—-----

You watch as the supply carts are unloaded, your men and the others pulling out and setting down crate after crate. The whine of a horse before two women in red cloaks ride into the gates. 

“Who's that?” you ask joss as he stands next to you. He shakes his head. They two are helped off their horses before looking around briefly and taking off their hoods. 

“Your grace. The red woman, Lady melisandre and her daughter Yin have arrived.” you turn to face lord baelish. 

“And who are they?” Sansa asks as she walks up behind you. 

“Sorcerers my lady, they are here to help decide the plan against the dead.” baelish answers. Sansa looks unamused as she looks at them. 

They look up to you before heading your way up the stairs onto the balcony platform where you stand. You turn your gaze over to where one of the guards are leading them twords you before they make their final destination. 

“My lady, your grace.” the one with brown hair says as they both curtsy. 

“Who sent it to you?” Sansa asks, frowning. 

“Your brother, the lord snow. I am Melisandre High priestess of the red women, and this is my daughter, Yin '' she speaks again. Introducing herself and your child yet they both look virtually the same age. 

“Why are you here?” you ask. 

“Lord Snow sent for us to assist in the fight of the dead.” Yin speaks. You notice that she, unlike her mother, has blonde hair and a fair complexion. Beautiful nonetheless and most likely powerful if her mother is the high priestess. 

“I brought you brother back to life after the members of castle black retaliated and took his life from him leaving him in the snow to die.” Melisandre says. 

“That was you?” Sansa says she nods. 

“My daughter healed the rest of his wounds. No fear can be fulfilled without scars but he is alive and walking.” the red woman replies. 

Sansa nods, taking a moment before speaking again. 

“I will have sleeping quarters set up for you then. Jon is not here, he is on the wall but he should be back within the week." Sansa replies looking to measter aaron before turning back to melisandre nods thankful for the hospitality as sudden as it may have been. 

“Your grace.” lucy speaks as she walks up to you your son in her arms. He immediately reaches out to you wanting you. 

A smile is plastered on your face as you bring him into your arms holding him close. Sansa immediately holds out her hand and joss take her finger in his hand wrapping his first around it babbling. 

“The little prince.” yin speaks. You look at her, focusing on her words. 

“He will make a great king when the illness has subsided and you are to return home.” she says. You nod to her. 

“Y-yes but i will not force him to his kingly role if he does not wish it.” you say. 

“Of course not.” yin speaks once more.

“My ladies, your rooms are prepped and ready.” mester aaron says prompting them to follow him. 

“My lady, your grace.” melisandre and yin both curtsy before following the mester away to their rooms to settle for the day. Sansa gives you a look of slight worry before a distant roar is heard. Everyone stops and looks around before a gust of wind and snow is blown up. 

Both you and sansa hurry to the edge and look up seeing not one but two dragons. Flying over head. Huge beautiful creatures. 

“Jon must be back!” sansa exclaims looking to you. 

“I guess she really in the dragon queen.” you giggle she smiles back to you. 

—-----

You watch as all the soldiers and other enter winter fell being greeted before the dragon ‘queen’ herself enters and is helped off the horse back. Sansa reluctantly says hello as they get to know each other. You watch from above as jon looks up you. He gives you a smile and you reply back with a saddened one. 

The distant grumble of the dragons that rest outside of winterfell behind you take your attention. You admire them before taking your leave from the balcony and walking down the stairs walking up to jon and the others. 

“Daenerys. This he Her Grace queen y/n clegane of house vixen.” jon says you smile at the other women her age the same as yours. 

“Your grace.” You say curtsying to her as she does to you. 

“Its relief and pleasure to meet another queen and one of rightful status.” she speaks to you. 

You nod before answering. 

“I hope you can find comfort and warmth here its the middle of winter so i hope the cold isnt too much for you.” you speak. She smiles and shakes her head. 

“The cold is refreshing.” she says happily. 

“y/n..i have someone for you.” jon says you frown wondering why he got you a present. 

“Youve got her a present?” sansa asks a bit jealous. Jon just chuckles and shakes his head at his sister jealousy. 

“Your grace.” you say curtsying to her as she once more does the same. You notice that jon give her a quick peck on the cheek before walking leading you to your supposed gift. 

“Are you together?” you ask him a slight bit of distan on your words. 

“Yes briefly, she saved us beyond the wall and sacrificed one of her children for us.” he says. Thats right jon had sent a letter saying that she had three and there was only two in the back courtyard.

“She had three.” you say as you both walk twords the gardens. He nods. 

“The night king took one down and i'm hoping that the others stay put. She loves them, they are her children.” he says. You see others bringing in supplies for making weapons to defeat the army of the dead. 

“What is my gift youre being so ominus about it.” you say changing the subject. 

“Not what. Who.” he says you frown in confusion as you both stop walking. More people gather into the courtyard chatting and unloading supplies but one person in particular comes into view and your breath stops and your heart falters. 

You glance back at jon in disbelief. Your husband dismounts the large horse as he rides giving the reins to someone before taking a brief look around only to spot you. He stops dead in his tracks, eyes not not wavering from your face as he makes much haste twords you. 

​​“Sandor?” You speak with tears welling up in your eyes.

Its really him. He lets out a pained breath before his body meets yours, lifting you in his arms hooding you closer than ever, not wanting to leave you alone ever again, not wanting to let you go. Setting you down you share a deep kiss a much needed passion you’ve both missed. 

He’s missed the relaxation your touch brings him. All those nights dreaming of you in his arms, all those day thought of his pure hope to get back to you. The pain of his loneliness melts away as soon as it hits. Despite his rough exterior tear manage to slip past wetting his cheeks as his grip against you tightens, silently praying that you are real and this is real that he’s really back into your arms.

“I never stopped trying to get back to you.” He says his eyes searching your face he pulls off his gloves his hands taking place on either side of your face feeling the soft skin of your cheeks. 

“Brienne told me she killed you.” You says sobbing as you clutch onto him.

“That big bitch, shes here?” He scoffs you nod a smile crossing your face missing his gruffness.

“I thought you were dead?” Your voice breaks. Settling his hard gaze to soften against you.

“No.” He says pulling you closer that you already are to him as you continue to cry. 

“No..no i'm right here. I promise.” he says. you place your hand on his cheek he leans into your touch.

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Game of Thrones Fic List

🖤= tw:dark content

🍑= smut

📚= series/multi-part

💌= requested

For Whom the Bell Tolls (Margaery Tyrell x Baratheon!Reader)

A glance and a sassy comment. The more time you two spent alone together, the less of a sister you became to one another. It wasn’t your intention to fall in love with the wife of your brother. You had never really felt bad about it when Maragery was married to Joffrey, but now that she was wed to your sweet Tommen. . . You couldn’t do that to your sweet lion.

Between Saints and Sinners (Sandor Clegane x Reader)

It had been years since you last saw Sandor Clegane. Years since you had last been in employment at Lord Baelish’s brothel.

A Stark Bride (Aegon Targaryen i x Stark!Reader)

Aegon Targaryen reduced your father, Torrhen Stark, to a mere lord. The Targaryen conqueror had taken the title of king for himself. You wanted to depise them, those beautiful Targaryens with their lavender eyes and silver tresses. But they were beautiful. Terrifying and beautiful just like their dragons.

Promises (Oberyn Martell x Reader) 🖤

Having witnessed the brutal murder of your family, your uncle Oberyn is the only one to fend off your nightmares and the only one you could ever feel an attachment to.

Shedding Skin (Arthur Dayne x Targaryen!Reader) 

You wouldn't let your brother Rhaegar humiliate you. No. Faking your own death, you travel to Dorne and there shed your dragon skin to become a new person. A happier person.

A Touch of Gold (Margaery Tyrell x Stark!Reader)

If Renly was to have a lover, then Margaery wanted one as well. And she decided that it just had to be the visiting (y/n) Stark.

Gold and Red (Jaime Lannister x Reader) 🍑

How could you bring yourself to have sex with your child husband? Jaime, however, was a full grown man.

Stupid, Pretty Little Things 🖤

She was the only gift Joffrey wanted for his name day. And Joffrey would be damned if anyone forbade him to what was his.

Targaryen Daughters 

After so long staying safely hidden in the privacy of a Sept, you discover your younger sister Daenerys is very well alive. Alive and with three dragons.

A Good, Mean Dog (Sandor Clegane x Baratheon!Reader) 📚

The Princess and the Hound. What a story that would be

Horns That Hold A Crown (Rhaegar Targaryen x Baratheon!Reader)

The only daughter of Steffon Baratheon, and to Aerys you were th eonly suitable bride for his son Rhaegar. Your previokus engagement to Ned Stark was broken. Now you found yourself the bride of a dragon instead that of a wolf.

Ruined Hallelujah (Margaery Tyrell x Baratheon!Reader)

You had expected such a move from Robert, maybe even Stannis, but never from your brother Renly. He was well aware of your affair with Margaery, even supported it. Yet he had married you off to Robb Stark, King in the North.

Misfit (Daenerys Targaryen x Greyjoy!Reader) 🖤

Nightmares, your nightmares were filled with the blazing symbol of a kraken. As you travel with your siblings to Meereen you hope Queen Daenerys would be willing to help you in defeating Euron.

One True Queen (Rhaegar Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader)📚

What he had done was the greatest insult to you. One that you thought he would never do. You knew he loved you with all his heart, that was certain. You were his sister and his wife. However, that all changed when he took Lyanna Stark as his second wife.

Knight in Blue and Red (Rhaegar Targaryen x Tully!Reader)

You wanted to be in charge of Riverrun when your father died, but because you were the third and youngest daughter of Hoster Tully that was highly impossible. You would show him. Show him that you would be a better successor than your brother Edmure.

Belladonna  (Young Robert Baratheon x Reader)

With the death of his father, Robert Baratheon found himself the young lord of Storm's End. A new lordship requires a wife.

Dragon (Daenerys Targaryen x Reader)📚

She had trusted her Unsullied with her life. That was why when one attacked her with a knife she doesn't have him killed. Instead Daenerys wants to get down to the problem. Only when she removes the Unsullied's helmet she is met with the face of a young girl.

A Lion’s Vow (Jaime Lannister x Stark!Reader)💌

This game the both of you played was your only real entertainment in the mess that was the Red Keep. Knowing it’s true nature, your father attempted to keep you close to his side. Reminding you not to trust anyone easily, especially those that belonged to the House of the Lion. 

A Mouse in a Lion’s Den (Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader)📚

A little mouse surrounded by ferocious lions? It didn't look to be a good situation, even if those lions happened to be your family.

Exiled (Arthur Dayne x Reader)💌

You run into Ser Arthur Dayne in Essos. Along with a dark haired, gray eyed child.

Glow (Daenerys Targaryen x Reader)

Why she had taken a liking to you among all the others she had freed, you would never know. You had been a personal whore for one of the masters and had gotten pregnant. There were many others like you. Your story was nothing special, but Dany had found you worthy enough to be her close companion. There were even times when you thought that maybe you could be more than her companion.

The Doe That Chases the Hound (Sandor Clegane x Baratheon!Reader)

Normally in a hunt it was a hound’s duty to chase down deer. You went against the natural order of things. This time it was the doe who sought after the hound.

Crimson Lady (Ramsay Bolton x Bolton!Reader, Sansa Stark x Bolton!Reader) 🖤

Sansa should have known better. Of course she'd be every part of a Bolton as her brother Ramsay was.

Loveless (Rhaegar Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader) 🖤💌

There was nothing Rhaegar could do about your sudden engagement. Try as he might, he couldn’t persuade Aerys to marry you to him. It didn’t matter that he proclaim his undying love for you. Didn’t matter how you got on your knees in front of the iron throne and begged him to reconsider. Instead of mercy, the Mad King simply laughed at you.

Just For You (Ramsay Bolton x Reader) 🍑💌

The cruel Ramsay Bolton has an unknown side to him. Not just for anyone though. Only for the maid whom he loves to taunt. 

From the Ashes (Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader)📚

A year has passed since (y/n) and her brother Jaime fled from King's Landing to the vast and foreign world of Essos.

Mine First, Mine Last, Mine Even in the Grave (Ramsay Bolton x Reader) 🍑

Even at such a young age, Ramsay was proving a difficult and willful child. He was somewhat twisted in nature that sometimes disturbed his mother. However once he laid eyes on the little baby, he immediately grew attached to her.

Birth of Dragons (Aegon i Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader) 📚

It wasn’t fair of him to choose a favorite between his sisters. Fearless Visenya, playful Rhaenys and loving (y/n). Above them all he secretly placed (y/n) close to his heart.

The Most Impossible Battle (Robert Baratheon x Targaryen!Reader) 🍑

Robert hated all Targaryens. Wise words from those close to him though make Robert Baratheon give in to the idea of taking (y/n) Targaryen as his bride.

Wrap Around (Oberyn Martell x Martell!Reader) 📚🖤

Oberyn was beside himself at the return of his baby sister (y/n). For a year she had been off in Essos, experiencing the rest of the world outside of the safety of Sunspear. Now she was returning to Dorne. Returning to Oberyn.

By Any Other Name (Margaery Tyrell x Reader)

Another Life (Rhaegar Targaryen x Stark!Reader)

Lyanna watches Jon from atop of the courtyard's parapet, her eyes crinkling with pride as she watches Jon best Theon Greyjoy at the dance of swords. Every victory Jon made resulted in him outgrowing the label of bastard. He was so much more than a bastard of Winterfell. Not even Catelyn saw him as such. Many were so shocked when the news came that Ned had brought back his bastard one day. In fact Cat had shown up at Winterfell by his side as he held the infant in his arms, for she was one of three that knew the truth about Jon Snow. 

What We Sow (Theon Greyjoy x Greyjoy!Reader) 🍑🖤💌

This was his home, a place where the salt of the sea and the cries of seagulls were a constant presence and where you were. Waiting so patiently as always. His queen, his sister, his wife. He'd been dreaming of the moment when he'd be reunited with you after so long. 

Omission (Theon Greyjoy x Stark!Reader)💌🍑

Robb wasn't being dramatic when he claimed your change toward Theon. From innocent children to teenagers, everything happened so fast that you weren't really able to comprehend what was going on with your own head. When Theon first arrived to your family, you were a small child. You and Robb grew attached to him immediately. For so long you saw him as a brother. Then it just stopped the moment you bled.

[writingsofwesteros]

Hello there! Love your works! And as you have been asked about Sandor Clegane, I would love to request Sandor Clegane with a Targaryen princess. He has been her protector for a long time but those hormones get the Princess desperate for her big man.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

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Gods, you did not know where these thoughts had come from but now they would not leave you alone. The dreams you had were restless and had you waking up in the middle of the night completely soaked. Like this evening. Her heart was pounding in her ears as the ship moved through the water.

Without thought; you wrapped the see through robe around your soft, bare body and moved to exit. Gods, were you really going to do this, you thought as you subtly walked the corridor towards his room. Nervously, you looked around. Thankfully, it seemed the guards were changing over.

Your mouth began to water as his scent came over you. Skillfully, you quietly opened and closed his door as you slipped inside. Your heart was racing in your ears as your bright eyes looked around the room. The candles burned only slightly as you clasped your hands behind your back and hoped to calm yourself.

The excitement easily bubbled inside you. There he was - all for you to stare at as the sheets had fallen from his bare, big body. The imprint of his fat cock that you had been dreaming about for moons now pressed against the sheet. A near whimper escaped you as you rubbed your thighs together.

Softly gulping, you slowly and quietly moved closer to his bed. His soft snores echoing around the room. Your heart skipped a beat with each step you took. His muscled chest was on full display as you slowly crawled onto the bed. A soft smirk was on your face as you moved in between his legs.

He was still soft but so big. You nearly whimpered as your mouth finally did water. Delicately your hands moved to tug the covers and there he was in all his glory. He was a god. Your God, you thought as you leaned in. Slowly, you licked up his length and softly gasped when his cock jolted.

You hummed as your desire for him only built so quickly. You could not stop yourself as you drooled over him. Your eyes began to flutter shut as you worked your mouth up and down before softly capturing his head. Sandor was already leaking and you greedily began to lap him up.

You were in your own world as you slowly bobbed your head. You couldn’t take him all, not even half as your mouth stretched and your drooling continued. “Should you not be sleeping?” His deep, familiar voice moved through the darkness and had your eyes flashing to meet his now opened ones.

Your cheeks blushed as he raised an eyebrow and you slowly moved to pull away. “No..” He growled and forced you back down. Your gagging noises echoed as you reached for his chest to push. “You came here…” Sandor whispered and his hips slowly began to rock; pushing his cock deeper by an inch.

You whimpered and hummed against him; the vibrations only had his hand slowly moving into your locks. “Such a silly Princess, coming in here.” He whispered his taunts whilst you were only becoming more wet. “What was your plan?” Sandor hummed as your slurping and gagging echoed around the room.

Your mouth was full and so, no answer was given to him but he still smirked. “Do you think you can take my cock?” Sandor purred and he wondered if this was all a dream. You nodded as best you could and slowly moved to take him deeper. “Oh, no…I mean can your pretty, little pussy take me?” He taunted.

Your clit throbbed at his words as you wiggled on the sheets. “Get up.” His order came quickly and he watched you still with grace move to straddle him. His hands greedily moved over your body. The thin night shift was ripped with ease and caused you to gasp out, much to his amusement.

“Sandor..” You whimpered out as the cold air brushed over you. Even the fire of a dragon couldn’t stop your sweet nipples from pebbling. Those dark eyes of his only moved over your body as his larger hands gently palmed at your breasts. You could only moan some more as you slowly rocked.

Your eyes fluttered as you softly gulped. Your soaked folds spread apart over his thick length that you were moving over. You could feel him throbbing against you as his hands slowly returned to your hips and began to guide you. His fat head hit your clit repeatedly, which had your wetness dripping.

“So big..” You whimpered out; gulping once more as you locked eyes with him. Your cheeks are blushing. “This is nothing.” Sandor purred; his smirk growing as he watched your pretty breasts bounce. “Please..take me…” You whined down to him as you leaned closer; your soft breasts now pushed against his chest.

Sandor only groaned; his larger hands moving down your back before he roughly began to palm your arse. Your heart began to race in your ears as you slowly looked down. You gulped at his fat head brushing your entrance. His hold on you tightened as you subtly tried to hide from him. Your wetness was dripping down his length.

Your legs shook as inch by inch you slowly took him inside you. “Oh–ah, I..” Your words were lost as your eyes widened. Sandor’s smirk only stayed in place as his larger hand moved towards your soaked pussy. His fingers brushed across your clit and watched as you squealed for him.

Your eyes rolled at the pleasure quickly made itself at home inside you. “Oh..” You gasped after he completely bottomed. You felt so full. Sandor groaned as his head fell back onto the pillow. Soon, the pleasure was too much and he wrapped his legs around you and began to jackhammer inside your weeping pussy like you were a ragdoll.

Your legs shook as you burrowed into his neck. “Yes, oh that…” You moaned loudly. His hand moved over your lips as his dark chuckle only echoed around the room. Your arse bounced on his thighs as he took you completely. His fat cock stretching and thrusting deep. His free hand moved to your bulging stomach.

“Such a little whore.” He purred into your ear. Your eyes were watering now with pleasure as you could only hiccup. “Yours…” You whined; eyelashes fluttering before your own eyes were rolling back. The hound watched as you fell apart. His cock throbbing as you nearly pushed him out with your squirting.

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[candies-and-sparkles]

Introductory Post:

Heya! Livvy Sonden here, The Black Swans Physician, and you may know me better as Physic, the mardi-gras eye mask-wearing physician. I use she/her pronouns. I've been asked by the Black Swan to join this app called "Tumblr", and apparently, other members are here too. Free candy for everyone! My tags are: #physicwho, #livvytalks, #livvy sonden Okay, here are the other people you should know about: The people who might as well be my kids:

precious moonlark: @therealsophieelizabethfoster only good sencen: @keefe--sencen hurlfest vacker: @fitzroy-avery-vacker and @fitz-avery-vacker the amazing vanisher im proud of: @sparkles-make-anything-better strong technopath: @dex-the-smart-one

Prentice's son: @flasher-boi-endal emo boy: @tam-shade-song and @tam-song-the-shade the girl who saved atlantis: @linh--song the arson girlboss: @shut-up-i-will-burn-you the girl who helped save the alicorns or smt idk: @im-just-cooler idk her but shes in this too now yay more danger: @the-only-maruca-chebota jensi the amazing guy: @jensi-babbles-lots Fiesty girl: @amy-rose-foster

The triplets I stan: @lexicle-the-third @rex-dizzneeeeeeee @bexisthecoolest My questionable fellow adults: my fellow physician: @elwin-at-your-service / @elwin-h3slege

Alden vacker: @alden-dedrick-vacker

my def-not-ex-husband quinlin: @quinlin-sonden

the fragile as a bomb beauty: @edaline--ruwen

the okay principle: @magnatetheleto

failed parent no.1: @thebestsencen

ORGANISATIONS:

The Council: @thecouncil-official

councillor moron: @bronte-the-inflictor

councillor rosy-cheeks: @oralie-pretty-in-pink councillor prosthetic leg: @councillor-terik

my favorite library: @eternalialibrary-official

the school not the glowing fungus: @foxfire-official

exillium: @exillium

the matchmaking office that gave me a failed relationship: @the-official-matchmaking-office

Black Swan: @black-swan-official

Squall: @the-prettiest-ice-cube

Mr.Forkle: @norwegian-trickster-god

Blur: @blurrieidentities

Neverseen: @neverseen-official

failed vacker: @alvar-not-vacker

failed parent no.2: @lady-gisela

psionipath i hate: @ruy-tonio-ignis

telepathic disgrace: @gethen-inar-ondsinn-neverseen

i have mixed opinions about her: @your-black-cloacked-bestie

council disgrace: @fintan-pyren

dead shade: @umber-the-dead-shade

Bodyguards and pets

Ogre-Girlboss: @hunkyhairs-backup

Sandor: @igowhereyougo

Silveny: @therarestprattlespin

Greyfell: @greyfell-the-horse

Lord iggy: @iggy-the-imp

Princess purryfins: @adorablevenom Feel free to message or tag me! my ask box are always open! :) let me know if i missed someone!

[maid-with-sunset-in-her-hair]

I've seen a lot of shippers argue that Sansa should end with the Hound because she's a privileged pretty princess and needs to fuck an ugly lowborn pedophile to unlearn classism 🙄 Ignoring the fact they're treating wokeness like a STD, I find it pretty interesting that I never saw them use this argument to justify why Sansa should end with Podrick, who is around her age, is as lowborn as Sandor and never tried to rape her at knifepoint 🙄

[crazyforsokeefe]

Kotlc Sleepover!

Biana: Time for makeovers!

Sophie: Dex, I brought Iggy, so we can change his color too!

Keefe: Hey, Foster! Did you bring Gigantor with you?

Sophie: Yea... I didn't have a choice.

Keefe: Great! We can give him a makeover too!

Ro: I personally vote to put some adorable pink microbes on that bald head of his!

Sandor: *huffs* Of all the goblins it could have been...

(They attack sandor with makeup)

Keefe: Don't Worry, Gigantor. You look like a pretty princess!

Sandor: Now that you've had your fun, will you please go to sleep?

Sophie: Yea, there's a problem with that...

Dex: Don't you say it...

Sophie: I forgot-

Biana: How to sleep. We know.

Sophie: No! I was going to say that I forgot-

Keefe: To bring E.L. Fudges? We've noticed.

Sophie: That doesn't even make sense. Anyways, I forgot-

Dex: to dye Iggy! and so you won't be able to sleep because you'll just keep thinking about it!

Sophie: No! Listen! I was just going to say that I forgot-

Forkle: (appears out of no where) That you kids have work to do tomorrow?

Sophie: No! I forgot Ella!

Dex/Biana/Forkle/Keefe/Ro/Sandor: Oh my gosh.

Sorry guys! I was bored!

[depends-on-the-sellsword]

hi! i was wondering if you could do an imagine for sandor clegane? idk where it would take place but let’s pretend he and reader or y/n have a secret relationship going on. he sees them get uncomfortable or straight up leave and goes to comfort them? IDK HAHA i tried not to make it too detailed

i didn’t see if you had any specific characters you wrote for, i’m sorry if i missed it!

comfort enough | sandor clegane

"I'd kill for you."

"I know."

your lover calms your temper, and you have a moment together. takes place pre-canon.

this takes a ton of inspiration from one of the absolute best sandor fics out there, Pretty Words For A Drunk Poet (which also has a sequel!) by my friend @poisonsage808 ! You don't have to know it to read this, but I highly reccomend checking it out. Its a literal masterpiece ok. sorry this is a bit shorter than usual! i really struggled with it lol

masterlist

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It churned through your body like nothing else could. From the center of your chest cavity, through your aching shoulders and to the very tips of your fingers. It was in your ribs, in your lungs, in your beating heart. It was living, breathing. The urge to destroy, to writhe, to kill. Your hound was right; they were all killers here. Why should you be any different?

Your feet hit the ground again and again, hot skin on cool tile, the usual elegance in your movements nowhere to be found. A fox, your lover always called you, a beautiful and clever animal. But while the hot blood poured through your veins, the fox that was sly and graceful had burned, and only the wild animal remained.

All the same, you couldn't very well sink your teeth into Meryn Trant and rip him to shreds, no matter how much your body screamed to. So you danced. It was all you could do. You danced for no one but yourself, for the first time in a long time, alone in your studio. It was not practice. It was not choreography for yourself or for the princess. It was a release, and nothing else.

You allowed yourself to be sloppy, imprecise. You were not beautiful now, and you didn't want to be. For once, the long dancing ribbons lay discarded in the corner. They only would've gotten in the way right now. You let your feet pound freely on the ground, your head snap whatever way it wanted, your arms lash out in any direction.

It was a long time before you stopped, and only then because your lungs started to burn.

"What's got you all worked up?"

Startled by the noise, you whipped around to face it, then relaxed. Sandor. Out of his armor, sitting against the wall. His mouth twitched upwards. "Just me, little fox."

You sighed. "How long have you been here?"

"Long enough."

With another sigh, you padded over and sat down next to him. A strong arm engulfed your shoulders, and you let him pull you to his side with a gentle force. It helped. Just a little, but it helped.

"What happened?"

"Trant."

Sandor's grip tightened, and you rested your head against him. The worn cotton of his shirt and his scent familiar. His warm hand grazed your chin, tilting your head just enough for him to look you in the eyes. "Did he hurt you?"

"No, just a slap. Didn't leave a mark."

Sandor nodded, letting go of your chin, though he still frowned. "One day, I'm gonna shove my sword through that cunt."

"Not if I do it first," you snorted.

Sandor matched your laugh. "You don't even own a sword, little fox."

"Then I'll steal one," you said with playful finality, pressing yourself yet further into his side. Your rage slowly drained with his touch, as if he'd drawn it from your body and put contentment, however temporary, in its place.

Through the open wall of your studio, the setting sun painted you and your lover in rays of gold. You stayed like that for a time-- comfortable silence, warmth from Sandor's body, the feeling of security that was so rare for you both these days. A brief oasis.

Sandor's thumb drew circles on your arm. He sighed. "Really, though. Tell me what happened." His tone was casual in that somber kind of way, but as usual, he was terrible at fully masking the concern underneath. So reserved, he was, yet so very open all the same.

You told him, although more for his sake than yours. "I wasn't looking where I was..." you started, then backpedaled. There was no need to be respectful about Meryn fucking Trant around Sandor. "No, actually, Trant wasn't looking where he was going, and he ran into me, and since he's an absolute piece of shit--"

"Let me guess, blamed it on you?"

"Yes! He blamed it on me!" You waved your arms, "and it was clearly his fault. I'm certain he knew that he'd done it, too. He just likes slapping people around."

"Aye, that he does," Sandor agreed. He was silent for a few moments, as if trying to find the right words. You gave him time. You'd always give him time. Words didn't come to him like they did to you, but you held onto everything he said all the more for it. Your lover turned to look you in the eyes.

"If I could, I'd give that shit right back to 'im for hurting you, little fox. I'd kill 'im for it."

How tired he looked in that moment. The glowing sunset couldn't hide the drooping in his eyes, the lines of his furrowed brow. It all struck you with an urge to hold him, despite his size. To offer him the comfort he so readily offered you. Your hand found his face. His cheek was rough with stubble underneath your fingers, but you didn't mind, even when it pressed against your palm as he leaned into your touch. "I know," You whispered. "I know you would."

You left the 'I'd kill for you, too,'  unspoken, but you knew he understood as he pulled you back to his chest, where you belonged. After all, where else could you fit so perfectly? Not even in the sands of your home was there a place so comfortable as the pocket of his arm. 

Sandor was the reason you suffered this city, and he was the reason you survived it. He offered you care, and let you care for him in return, even as the world turned an uphill battle for the both of you.

Drawing idle circles on your lover's back, you let your worries go for now. You couldn't fix the world for each other. But you could sit together a while, and watch the sun leave the sky, and that could be comfort enough.

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the sellsword's taglist: @poisonsage808

sandor clegane's taglist: no one here yet!

(ask to be added to taglists! 'the sellsword's' is for all of my works on this account. Each character ive written for also has their own separate taglist, if you'd only like to be notified for certain characters.)

[oralie-pretty-in-pink]

Hey, it’s Oralie~

I created this account because I believe Tumblr is a platform that allows people, both human, elf or any other species to express themselves, share their thoughts, and connect with others who share similar interests. My account can serve as a platform to share knowledge, insights, and engage in discussions, mostly surrounding problems in the Lost Cities today.

If you would like to visit my other page, please check out @royally-sea-green

My tag is #oralie-pretty-in-pink :)

Official Accounts:

Black Swan: @black-swan-official

Foxfire: @foxfire-official

The Neverseen: @neverseen-official

The Council: @thecouncil-official

Exillium: @exillium

Eternalia’s Library: @eternalialibrary-official

Black Swan:

Blur: @blurrieidentities

Forkle: @norwegian-trickster-god

Granite:

Squall: @the-prettiest-ice-cube

Neverseen (current and former members:

Alvar: @alvar-not-vacker

Brant: @brant—redacted

Fintan: @fintan-pyren

Gisela: @lady-gisela

Ruy: @ruy-tonio-ignis

Trix: @trix-up-my-sleeve

Umber: @umberthebettershade

Vespera: @vespera-neci-folend

Councillors:

Councillor Bronte: @bronte-the-inflictor

Councillor Terik: @terik-the-councillor

Kenric: @councillor-kenric-fathdon

Adults:

Alden: @alden-dendrick-vacker

Calla: @callas-panakes-tree

Edaline: @edaline--ruwen

Elwin: @elwin-at-your-service + @elwin-h3slege

Kelser: @keslerdizznee

Livvy: @candies-and-sparkles

Magnate Leto: @magnatetheleto

Quinlin: @quinlin-sonden

Grady: @not-a-fan-of-that-boy

Cassius: @thebestsencen

Children:

Amy: @amy-rose-foster

Biana: @sparkles-make-anything-better

Dex: @dex-the-smart-one

Fitz: @fitz-avery-vacker

Jensi: @jensi-babbles-lots

Keefe: @keefe--sencen

Linh: @linh--song

Marella: @shut-up-i-will-burn-you

Maruca: @the-only-maruca-chebota

Sophie: @therealsophieelizabethfoster

Stina: @im-just-cooler

Tam: @tam-shade-song

Wylie: @flasher-boi-endal

Animals:

Silveny: @therarestprattlespin

Iggy: @iggy-the-imp

Other

Kong Dimitar: @king-dimitar

Princess Purryfins: @adorablevenom

Sandor: @igowhereyougo

Ro: @hunkyhairs-backup

I hope I didn’t miss anyone, dm me if I did 🩷

~Oralie

[linh--song]

introductory post!

hello to all! it’s your favorite hydrokinetic, linh!

i use she/her pronouns and am bi.

please do not hesitate to ask me anything in my ask box.

if you support discrimination of any kind, this blog is not for you. please kindly see yourself out.

below you will find some of my friends’ blogs! please do give them a follow.

sophie - @therealsophieelizabethfoster

sandor @igowhereyougo ella @elephantinahawaiianshirt

dex - @dex-the-smart-one

keefe - @keefe--sencen

ro @hunkyhairs-backup

fitz - @fitz-avery-vacker

tam - @tam-shade-song

tam but straight - @tam-song-the-shade

biana - @sparkles-make-anything-better

marella - @shut-up-i-will-burn-you

maruca - @the-only-maruca-chebota

stina - @im-just-cooler

wylie - @flasher-boi-endal

jensi - @jensi-babbles-lots

and here are some other characters:

amy - @amy-rose-foster

the triplets!

rex - @rex-dizzneeeeeeee bex - @bexisthecoolest lex - @lexicle-the-third

della - @yourfavoritevanisher

alden - @alden-dendrick-vacker

quinlin - @quinlin-sonden

livvy - @candies-and-sparkles

elwin - @elwin-at-your-service

edaline - @edaline--ruwen

jolie - @jolie-lucine-ruewen

lady cadence - @lady-candence-talle

black swan:

forkle - @norwegian-trickster-god (who is obviously not magnate leto @magnatetheleto) squall - @the-prettiest-ice-cube (see @julinekdizznee-off) blur - @blurrieidentities tinker - @constantly-tinkering

animals??? who somehow have an account???

silveny - @therarestprattlespin

greyfell - @greyfell-the-horse

iggy - @the-official-iggy-the-imp

MY FAVORITE <;3 PRINCESS PURRYFINS - @adorablevenom

calla - @callas-panakes-tree

organizations:

foxfire - @foxfire-official

sanctuary - @sanctuary-official

black swan - @black-swan-official

matchmakers - @thematchmakingoffice and @the-official-matchmaking-office

the council - @thecouncil-official

councillor oralie - @oralie-pretty-in-pink councillor terik - @terik-the-councillor councillor emery - @emery-is-a-king councillor kenric (rip) - @councillor-kenric-fathdon former councillor fallon vacker - @fall-on-this-widows-peak

library - @eternalialibrary-official

the evils:

neverseen - @neverseen-official

rayni - @your-black-cloaked-bestie fintan - @fintan-pyren lady gisela - @lady-gisela alvar - @alvar-not-vacker gethen - @gethen-inar-ondsinn trix - @trix-up-my-sleeve umber - @umberthebettershade

cassius - @thebestsencen

vespera- @vespera-neci-foland

king dimitar - @king-dimitar

pfp creds to @spiriitu

[drymushroomfics]

Fraye Hill of House Lannister

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Chapter Twenty Nine

Fraye takes in a breath, her anxiety worsening by the second. She has no idea where they're talking her and Sandor. She reaches for him, wrapping her hand around his arm for comfort. She feels Sandor's body shift and he leans into her, reciprocating. When the wagon comes to a stop, her and Sandor are pulled out of the wagon and lead inside a deep cave. Fraye can't see anything through the sack on her head but she can see light. The light darkens dramatically when she steps into the unknown destination they've brung them to. Fraye blinks as they lift her hood once more. "What is the place?", Fraye hears the taller boy that stands next to Arya ask. "Somewhere neither the wolves nor lions come prowling.", Thoros tells him.

Fraye looks around realizing her and Sandor are surrounded by dozens of men inside a dark cave. She wonders why they'd bring them to a cave. "You look like a bunch of swineherds.", she hears Sandor spit at them, ropes still wrapped around him. "Some of us were swineherds. And some of us tanners and masons. That was before.", Anguy replies. "You're still swineherds and tanners and masons. You think carrying a crooked spear makes you a soldier?" "No. Fighting in a war makes you a soldier.", an unknown voice says from behind a small cluster of men. They move out of the way to reveal a shorter man, still taller than Fraye, wearing an eye patch on over his left eye. "Beric. Dondarrion? You've seen better days.", Sandor says, surprise in his voice. Fraye watches the man closely, getting a bad feeling. "And I won't see them again.", Beric replies to his comment, walking closer. Sandor looks around, "Stark deserters. Baratheon derserters. You lot aren't fighting in a war. You're running from it." "Last I heard, you were King Joffrey's guard dog. And here you are a thousand miles from home with a pretty Lady on your arm. Which of us is running?" "Untie these ropes and we'll find out. What are you doing leading a mob of peasants?" "Ned Stark ordered me to execute your brother in King Robert's name." Fraye's eyes widen at the mention of Gregor. She hates the sinister feeling that ghosts across her skin at the mention of him. "Ned Stark is dead… King Robert is dead… My cunt brother's alive." Sandor spits at him in disgust, "You're fighting for ghosts." "That's what we are; Ghosts waiting for you in the dark. You can't see us, but we see you. No matter whose cloak you wear- Lannister, Stark, Baratheon- You prey on the weak, The Brotherhood Without Banners will hunt you down." Fraye feels chills run through her. None of them know that her house name was Lannister. "You found god? Is that it?", Sandor asks, irritation growing. "Aye. I've been reborn in the light of the one true god. As we all have. As would any man who's seen the things we've seen.", Beric explains. "If you mean to murder me, the bloody well get on with it. Just let her leave safely." "You'll die soon enough, dog. But it won't be murder, only justice. As for your Lady, I'm sure she'd be relieved to be away from any Clegane.", Thoros says. "Watch your tongue when you speak to him!", Fraye chimes in, anger on her face. "Do you think I'll leave here and let someone harm you?!", Fraye adds, looking at Sandor. "I'm not a selfish cunt! I will always make sure you're safe first." "Do you have any idea what Clegane's do?", Anguy asks Fraye. Fraye takes in a breath, her anger only growing. "You'll get a kinder fate than you deserve, dog. Lions you call yourselves. At the Mummer's Ford, girls of seven years were raped and babes still on the breast were cut in two while theiy mother's watched!" "I wasn't at the Mummer's Ford! Dump your dead children at some other door!", Sandor growls, his anger rising even more than Fraye's. "House Clegane was built upon dead children. I saw them lay Princess Aegon and Princess Rhaenys before the Iron Throne.", Thoros adds in. "Do you take me for my brother? Is being born a Clegane a crime?!", Sandor almost pleads, as he turns around looking at everyone. "Murder is a crime."

"I never touched the Targaryen babes! I never saw them, never smelled them, never heard them bawling! You want to cut my throat, get on with it! But don't call me a murderer and pretend that you're not!" Out of nowhere Arya steps forward, her eyes fixed on Sandor. "You murdered Mycah! The butcher's boy! My friend! He was twelve years old! He was unarmed. And you rode him down! You slung him over your horse like he was some deer!", she yells. Fraye has always known Sandor was never a saint and he enjoys killing but she could never imagine him killing a child in cold blood. "Aye, he was a bleeder.", Sandor says to her. "You don't deny killing this boy?", Beric asks. Fraye looks to Sandor. He doesn't look back, avoiding her gaze. He doesn't want to know what she thinks of what he did. "I was Joffrey's sworn shield. The boy attacked the prince.", Sandor explains. "That's a lie! I hit Joffrey! Mycah just ran away!", Arya yells. "Then I should have killed you! Not my place to question princes." "Sandor!", Fraye yells at him. He looks at Fraye, feeling her anger not only at him but at every person in the room. "You stand accused of murder. But no one here knows the truth of the charge, so it is not for us to judge you. Only the Lord of Light may do that now. I sentence you to trial by combat.", Beric declare, looking at the both of them. Fraye's eyes widen. "You have no authority to declare anything! Just because you're a man of god does not give you any grounds! Sandor only did what he was told as was his duty. At least he's loyal and and trust worthy. I'm sure it is more than I can say for anyone else in this room!", Fraye spats at Beric, wanting to move in front of Sandor. Sandor nudges you behind him with his left leg. "I am sorry My Lady but it is the right way.", Beric replies to her, moving back a little. "So who will it be? Should we find out if your fire god really loves you, priest? Or you, archer? What are you worth with a sword in your hand? Or is the little girl the bravest here?" "Aye. She might be. But it's me you'll fight."

[cresent2003]

Sandor Clegane x Princess! Reader (Yelena)

Smut warning.

Unedited.

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Moonlight illuminated the clearing Arya found after Sandor fought off bloodthirsty thieves that truly tore him apart when they all started to fight together.

Yelena had never seen anything so vicious yet after travelling with her betrothed's old guard for many moons.

She once was a pretty little thing who was around to please the king and now she fought for Sandor and Arya when they couldn't do it themselves.

There were good days and bad days yet she never ran or called for the king's guard.

She could hear the fire crackling as she washed and cleaned the many wounds Sandor had collected.

"Stay still," she said as she tried to get a little rock from the deep gash on his shoulder.

"Hurry it up and I might," he said.

"Is he going to be ok?" Arya asked.

"I believe he has survived worse than this.

At least that is what he says" Yelena said.

He growled as she dug out the rock.

"There.

Now I just need to do a second clean before stitching them" she said.

"Aye," he said as the cold wind blew through his knotted hair.

"Then can I help you?" Arya asked as she pointed at the cut on Yelena's side.

"I already burned it.

This dress is just dirty from it" she said.

"Oh come on.

I am a great Maester" Arya said.

Yelena smiled.

"It's not my fault only you are allowed to touch him," Arya said.

"Because she's bloody gentle girl," Sandor said.

"Arya it's been a long day.

Rest now" Yelena said.

"You know you're not my mother," Arya said.

Yelena looked at her.

"What?" she asked.

"You heard me," Arya said.

"Well, then I guess I will just chain you up like he would.

Be a little harsher" Yelena said before lunging at Arya playfully.

"I have a sword," Arya said.

"Yet you are still slow," Yelena said before picking Arya up.

"No.

You will not defeat me that quickly" Arya said.

Sandor watched them before smiling.

Yelena put Arya down.

"Will you rest now?" Yelena asked.

"Never," Arya said.

"Then I will just have to feed you milk from the poppy.

Knock you out" Yelena said softly.

"Fine," Arya said before walking to the tent Yelena made.

"You both are stupid," Sandor said.

Yelena walked to him.

"You are no better," she said before caressing his face.

She then started his stitches causing him to groan.

"You're upset," he said.

"I'm just tired.

Nothing to be alarmed about" she said.

"I've known you long enough to know you're a lying bitch" he said.

She smiled and shook her head.

"I guess I just let myself fall into a mindset that wasn't real," she said.

"Arya didn't mean to hurt you.

She's an annoying twat but a loyal one" he said.

"Her saying an obvious truth hit me harder than I expected.

Maybe it's the beliefs Joffrey filled me with or it's because it's what was expected from me before the whole kingdom wanted me dead" she said.

He turned around.

"You're not trying to say you want a damn babe.

Out here are you mad?" he said.

"Did I ask you for one?

I'm telling you what you wanted to hear" she said as she looked into his pretty brown eyes that held all his hidden pain.

"You want a babe?" he asked.

"I don't know honestly.

I now know trying to be a mother to Arya will only send her into a spiral" she said.

He took her hand.

"She's still getting over losing half her family.

She adores you sweet girl" he said.

She placed her head on his and shut her eyes.

She looked at her hand as his encapsulated it completely.

"How much longer must we do this?

Seeing you hurt kills me.

Seeing her upset kills me and I fear everyone outside us wants me dead" she said.

"A little longer.

Once we find a place empty and nowhere near any of the fucking royals we will stop running.

I promise you, sweet girl.

Now and always" he said.

Yelena looked at him before seeing something in his eyes that she hadn't seen before.

She took a soft breath in before looking at him with big bright eyes.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she forgot Arya was only a meter away still awake.

"You know you might be the hound to everyone else but to me you are Sandor.

My Sandor" she said.

"Don't" he said.

She kissed his cheek before gasping as his lips quickly slammed into hers.

She rushed to cling to him as she tasted the wine from earlier on his lips.

He was rough as his beard scratched her skin.

She then broke away so she could take in the fresh cold air around them.

"Arya is over there.

She will hear if we go further" she said.

"Fine.

You should get some rest.

I'll stay up first and switch with you in a few hours" he said.

She looked at him as her cunt throbbed.

She wanted to be careful so that Arya didn't have to hear something so intimate.

She placed her head on his shoulder before looking up at him.

He looked down at her.

"Fuck it," she said before kissing him.

She looked at him before straddling him.

"Still worried Arya will hear?" he asked while squeezing her waist feeling her soft curves underneath her blood-stained gown.

"Yes.

Just keep me quiet" she said before kissing his neck causing him the groan at the new sensation.

He had fucked his fair share of whores but it was always get in and get out.

No passion, no love.

He wanted to please her more than he had ever wanted to please those whores.

Yelena kissed him again as his rough hands wandered under her gown touching her soft skin.

"When's the last time you've been touched by a man?" he asked.

"Was Joffrey a man?" she asked.

"Never was," he said.

"Then no," she said.

He lifted her up easily before placing her on the ground softly before grabbing a blanket.

He placed in on the ground before placing her onto it.

"I'll be gentle," he said as he took off his armour leaving him in his trousers and tunic.

She took off her gown leaving her naked on the blanket.

The cold winds caused her nipples to harden as he looked at her as if she was the most beautiful creature to ever exist.

He climbed over her before taking off his tunic revealing his strong hairy chest.

Yelena dragged her hands down his chest as he kissed her neck forgetting his injuries.

She gasped as he bit and sucked her neck leaving dark marks that showed exactly who she belonged to.

She felt his back before grasping his bicep as he dragged his clothed cock against her dripping cunt.

He groaned at the feeling before ripping off his trousers leaving them both bare.

"Sandor," she said as she became breathless.

"I know sweet girl," he said before grasping her left breast.

He then kissed down to her pelvis before ripping her legs open.

"You're mine.

You've always been mine" he said.

"All yours.

I'm all yours Sandor" she said.

He latched onto her clit causing her to cry out in pleasure.

Joffrey Had always bedded her for his own pleasure and his own need for heirs.

This was new to her and she never wanted it to stop.

She let out a soft moan as he held her hips harshly threatening to leave bruises.

Sandor looked at her as the moonlight illuminated her body causing her to look like a goddess.

"So beautiful," he said before putting a finger inside her feeling her warm walls.

He groaned as his cock throbbed.

He wanted nothing more than to be inside her but he couldn't bear to harm her.

Sandor kept simulating her bundle of nerves in any way he could while adding a second finger and then a third a few moments after leaving her screaming out.

"That's it.

Good girl.

Let everyone nearby hear you" he said as he curled his fingers.

"Sandor I feel strange.

Oh fuck" she said softly.

"You about to cum?" he asked.

She nodded before moaning loudly.

"Do it" he said as her cunt squeezed his fingers.

She felt her abdomen grow uncomfortably tight before feeling it snap leaving her a moaning mess as she threw her head back.

"That's it.

Good girl" he praised her as he helped her through her high before removing his fingers.

She laid on the blanket as her hole clenched around nothing.

He placed his arms on either side of her head before kissing her.

She moaned as she tasted her arousal on his tongue.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes.

Please do not tease me" she said.

He lined his cock up to her entrance collecting her arousal on his tip before pushing in causing her to whimper.

It burned as she held his arm.

He kisses her jaw as she cried out softly.

"It'll only hurt for a second," he said as he looked into her eyes.

She placed her hand on his face feeling the burnt skin.

Yelena then moaned as their hips met.

She had never felt so full.

It was as if they were made for each other as he shoved his face into the crook of her neck.

She was tight and perfect.

Sandor kissed her neck before lifting up.

"You feel incredible," he said.

"You do too," she said before moaning as he began to softly thrust.

"Sandor.

Oh god," she said.

He sped up slightly causing her head to spin.

She no longer cared what Arya heard or saw.

All she could care about was Sandor.

She felt each vein on his cock as her walls squeezed around him.

"Dont do that.

Unless you want me to last a few seconds love" he said.

She let out a shaky breath as the tip of his cock kisses her cervix with each thrust.

"You still want a babe?" he asked before groaning.

"Why?" she said.

"I'll give you one.

If you want one sweet girl" he said.

"I do.

Just promise not to leave me when you get bored" she said.

"I will never be bored of you," he said before kissing her.

The kiss was more loving than before as he continued to roll his hips.

She moaned against his lips as she felt the similar tightness.

She let out a breathy moan as the pleasure got stronger and more intense.

He sped up as his thrusts became wild and out of rhythm.

"With me," she said.

He growled as she came around his cock triggering his release.

He gripped the ground beneath Yelena as he slammed into her as his cum shot deep inside her.

He lifted her hips as he stayed still.

She looked at him before pulling him down.

She kissed him before looking into her eyes.

He then pulled out of her before carrying her into the second tent.

He laid with her before holding her close as animal fur covered them.

The next morning Yelena sat in front of a freshly lit fire as she cooked a few fish from the river nearby.

Sandor walked out of the tent in his amour again before walking to her.

"When did you catch them?" he asked.

"I woke up early to surprise you and Arya," she said.

He kissed the top of her head before walking to the horses.

She looked at him before smiling.

She had never been so happy.

Yelena continued to cook it fish before calling Arya.

Arya walked out before looking at Sandot and Yelena.

"Good morning," Yelena said.

"I know you fucked" Arya said before grabbing the last fish cooking over the fire.

Yelena froze.

"I went out to get some water and saw him on top of you.

You weren't exactly quiet either" Arya said.

"Oh god," Yelena said before covering her face.

"There was water in your bloody tent," Sandor said.

"Oh.

Sorry," Arya said.

"It's fine.

If im with child you would know anyway" Yelena said.

"You realize we are on the run?

Why would you have a babe while we're on the run?" Arya said.

Yelena looked at Arya.

"Well, when a man and a woman are in love they make children.

Should I go into more detail or are you ok with that" Yelena said.

"I know that.

I'm not stupid" Arya said.

"Then why would you bring this up?

If you knew all these things you wouldn't.

People don't talk about that.

Men do but only certain men" Yelena said.

"He's one of them," Arya said.

"Fuck off," Sandor said.

"Moving on.

Arya, I will buy you something so you don't hear alright" Yelena said.

"Fine," Arya said.

They all continued eating as Arya looked at Sandor.

"When will we know if you're with child?" Arya said.

"I'll tell you when I know.

For now, eat and leave the subject be.

You didn't even notice that I hunted so you wouldn't have to" Yelena said.

"I would have preferred pig," Arya said.

Yelena threw her fish's spine at Arya.

"Shut it and eat," Yelena said.

Arya chuckled.

No matter their upbringing or social ranks they were a family and hopefully they would be inviting one more into their chaotic clan.

[rainhalydia]

3, 6,12 and 19 :3

Can't believe I finally got to sit down and answer :') today is sure a day

3. Favorite sigil/house words

I like the Harlaw sigil the most. It's extremely gothic of them to have a scythe over black on it, even if Westeros doesn't seem to have a figure like the Reaper in its culture.

For words, I think the Tully's is a classic. Perfectly clear and to the point. I find their priorities relatable.

6. Which book or character did you not like at first but eventually grew on you?

I wasn't Arianne's biggest fan on first read. If I was a princess, I'd love to leave all the politiking to my family and for my only responsibility to be to throw parties. Even marrying an older guy on death's door, especially if my bff was a poison expert, would not be a deal breaker for me. I completely get her now, and she's valid, but she was not that relatable to me on first read.

Also can not understand her crush on Darkstar for the life of me. I judge her there.

12. Who are you traveling the ravaged Riverlands with?

I want people both extremely capable and loyal, because I'd be dead weight for sure. The crew already in the Riverlands sounds pretty good to me. Sandor pre-injury if he'll let me be his therapist and thus be in his good graces, or post-injury if he can fight again. Brienne, Pod, choosen members of the Brotherhood without Banners, namely Beric and Thoros, and Tom o'sevens in case I need to trip someone to escape wolves or something. Edmure and also Arya.

19. A theory you’ve adopted as canon

Not sure where I've read it, but I want to believe that Euron is going to sacrifice ironborn and reachmen alike to summon cthulhu. I'm also hoping he gets his ass kicked by 10yo Bran.

[writingsofwesteros]

i saw that you had you requests open :)

first of all i love your account you are amazing <33

could I request the hound x reader (cersei and roberts daughter) maybe he is her guard

nsfw the rest is up to you

love you take care of yourself <3

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AN: Hi, I hope you like it. Thank you so much, hope you are well <3

NSFW

The soft moans escaping you echoed around the beautiful chambers of a Princess. Your delicate hands resting on the wooden door in front of you; your face pushed on as you looked to the side. The silk dress ripped to pieces and on the marble floor; leaving you completely bare. “Sandor….” You whimpered out breathlessly. 

The large guard of yours was behind you. His hand moving to rest on top of yours as his fat, thick cock inch by inch deliciously filled you and not for the first time. “Fucking dirty Princess, what would they think of you?” He purred into your ear. A bright, warm blush made its way over your cheeks as you whimpered his name once more.

Those thick locks of yours were grabbed by his free hand as he brought your head back. Those big eyes of yours locking onto him. Soon, he leaned in and passionately captured your soft lips. His thick tongue finding your own. The kiss soon became messy as you drooled; the knight sucking on your tongue some more.

His larger hand is slowly moving to your throat now.  The feel of him only had you fluttering around his cock some more. Something the hound noticed with a growing smirk coming across his face. The wet sounds of your bodies slapping against each other echoed around the room as sweet hiccups of pleasure left you.

His free hand moved up and down your sides now before greedily reaching to palm your bouncing, ample breast. His fingers brushing over your pebbled nipple before pinching it. Your wetness gushing down his length as he did. “Good girl…so good.” Sandor whispered sweet nothings as his thrusts continued to quicken.

He rested his head on your shoulder with his dark eyes looking down; the erotic sight in front of him had the hound moaning. A ring of cream formed around his fat cock as he slammed in and out of your soaked pussy. Gods, you were still so tight even after he’d ruined you over and over again. You were perfect, he thought to himself. 

Not that he would tell you this - not yet, maybe not ever. It was not going to end well; he was not stupid but the temptation was too addictive especially when the pretty Princess begged for it. The moment was harshly interrupted with a knock on the door he had you pressed against. “Y/N …are you awake?” The sound of your mother’s voice had your eyes widening; a whimper nearly escaping you as you locked eyes with Sandor.

The amusement in his dark eyes were as clear as anything; his fingers tugged your hair once more causing you to gasp. “Are you well?” Cersei continued. “I think you should answer her.” Sandor purred; his hand slowly moving south. His thick fingers brushed against your soaked pussy; touching your sensitive clit without care.

“I am bathing….” You gasped out; better than you thought you could speak as his movements only quickened. “Oh…I…” Her mother stumbled; so unlike the Lioness, you thought to yourself as you squeezed your eyes shut. His knuckles captured your sensitive clit and had you crying out before you could stop yourself.

“Y/N…” Your name was called again; concern creeping into her tone. Sandor could only darkly chuckle in your ears. “It’s all good…just nearly slipped..” The words fumbled from your mouth as he pushed deeper than before. Gods, you were so full. “All good…” You practically purred out; eyes rolling back in pleasure once more.

His hips slammed; thrusting hard and taking your breath away. “I will see you in the morning.” The Queen’s voice moved through the door once more. Your hand reached to settle on the door as his thrusts continued. “I do not think you would have stopped even if she had come in.” Sandor teased; leaning in to mark at your soft neck.

Your body shivered against him as his free hand moved to tug your locks. Your head falling back once more. His thick fingers still drummed against your weeping pussy; the wet sounds echoing around the room. A choked moan escaped you as his fat head pressed against your spongy spot with each thrust he gave.

Your stomach was tightening in pleasure as you moaned up at him; Sandor’s name falling sweetly from your lips. Your soft, ample breasts continued to bounce as the hound kept you impossibly close against his chest. “Fuck, that’s it…” Sandor groaned; hardly containing himself now as the movements only quickened. 

He harshly began to rub at your sensitive clit; your legs shaking as he did and thankfully for his strong hold around you or you would have fallen. The hand in your hair slowly moved towards your opened mouth; his thick fingers slipping inside had you moaning. Softly, you began to suck on them as your heart pounded in your ears.

He pushed down on your tongue and watched the drool begin to fall from your mouth. His fingers became soaked on both of his hands. He could feel your pretty pussy clamping around his throbbing cock and the hound only harshly fucked you some more. “You will feel this in the morning,” Sandor threatened so deliciously.

You believed him - you always did feel him the next day. Thankfully, you had learnt to stop blushing when your eyes met. Your moans were muffled by his thrusting fingers as your orgasm was ripping through you without warning. You were squirting around his fat cock before the both of you knew it, which only had Sandor groaning in your ear.

“Fuck, such a dirty Princess.” He whispered; taunting you as you fell against the wall. Your mind softened as his pounding only continued. His hands reached for your hips and kept a harsh hold on them. His head bowed to watch once more. His fat cock spread you apart with ease as your legs continued to shake for him.

“Do you remember when you struggled to take me?” Sandor purred; his dark grin back on his face as he groaned in pleasure. “Hmm, when you squirt just from taking my head.” You whined at his words falling from his lips. Your cheeks flushing red as you slowly looked at him. “Sandor…” You were breathless now as his thrusts were becoming sloppy.

Your soaked pussy continued to flutter around him; already milking his fat cock as his greedy hands began to grope your body. His thrusts were deep and slow; the sound of his body slapping against your own echoed around the room. Another orgasm ripped through you before his cum was flooding deep inside you. 

Your whole body was shaking now as you whined; your head falling back onto his chest. His whispers of praises continued as he gently pulled himself from you. His larger hands slowly moved up and down your body as you finally turned around. You were a mess, and he enjoyed it more than he should as your hazy eyes met him.

A soft gasp escaped you when Sandor leaned in; passionately capturing your soft lips as his tongue slowly brushed against your bottom lip. Your tongues met and danced so messily as he brought you against him; your soft, bare body against his dressed one. “Same time tomorrow?” He purred into your ear with a wicked grin.