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The world breaks everyone, and afterwards, some are strong at the broken places  - Ernest Hemingway

And now whatever way our stories end I know you have rewritten mine By being my friend.

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The loneliest people are the kindest, the saddest people smile the brightest, the most damaged people are the wisest, all because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.

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Arya Fan Vid featuring her kills

please bring me this man to my bed rn

Request for Sandor reacting to praise in bed and just being overall weak for it. Obviously it would need to be an established relationship for him to show it but I just know he’s got a thing for praise once he’s comfortable with his partner.

(A/N): hello there, sweetie!

I'd like to first of all, apologize for how much this request took me to satisfy as I swear I started writing it last week but then I got sidetracked by some other stuff... so, I am sorry (even more because I tried to involve the whole 'praise' but I don't know if it turned out alright!).

also thank to @poisonsage808 who helped me brainstorm through the initial AU I got in mind for sweet doctor and Sandor (also this is inspired by a Grey's Anatomy scene).

as always, any feedback is welcomed and if you want to send a request, I'd love to although I am not the fastest at replying to it.

WARNINGS: modern! AU, you can't take wrestler/boxer! Sandor out of my claws, sexual harassment, violence (Sandor punches two dudes), awkward first dates, awkward confessions, handjobs, oral sex (male receiving), thigh-fucking, sarcasm (a whole lot of that).

if you are a minor, please don't read this as it is 18+

𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 (𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝓉𝑜)

from 'Grey's Anatomy' (12x02)

“Your patient is here”.

When you heard that, you were running through the aisles of the emergency room as you had only recently become a resident in the hospital you worked at.

This didn’t mean that you were any way out of the cycle of exploitation that came with the younger doctors.

“He isn’t my patient” you corrected the older nurse who had taken you underneath her wing, although without too much energy as you had been reeling from an awful shift around the hospital, glad that once you were finished with a few last checkups you’d get to go back home and shed the irritating scrubs for your fluffy pajama.

Still, you felt a bit cheered up by the news that Madga, the nurse, brought to you, although you tried to keep your face completely neutral as you had always insisted that Sandor Clegane wasn’t your patient, no matter the fact that he agreed only to be treated and checked by you and none of the other doctors.

The night that you had met Sandor, you had been reeling from a shift of hell and you hadn’t been able to clock out because the entire emergency room was in lockdown till, they got the guy who was bleeding profusely treated as he refused treatment insisting, he didn’t need it.

‘You are bleeding profusely’ you had shot back, without even looking the man in the face ‘… treatment is the least of your worries’.

‘It ain’t all mine’.

That should have made you run for the hills but in all truth, you were tired, overworked and damnably cranky enough that had this dude been a convicted serial killer, you’d have simply asked him to take you out and be done with him.

‘Alright, but some of it probably is’ you had shot back fixing him with a stubborn gaze ‘… gods, let’s just put it in this perspective: I have been up on my feet since last night and till I don’t medicate you, I can’t leave. So, be a good boy and let me handle you then you can rip off the bandage to act cool with your friends, but for now shut up and let me do my job’.

And strangely – according to everybody – the impressively muscly guy had let you to do your job, even in silence, which was much more than you were allowed to handle as often sweet old ladies would try to set you up with their unmarried children.

On the same day of the following week, Sandor – you had checked out his name in his records as you’d know at least who ended up kidnapping you, had he come after you for having told him off – had come back and this time it was mostly bruises to the point where you had asked him whether he was into some kind of fight club.

‘Haven’t you watched the movie?’ he had shot back, laughing while you had thought he’d straight up chew you up as you checked his bruises and his chest in search of broken ribs – a rather interesting task as this man was as big as a tank – ‘… first rule of the fight club we don’t talk about the fight club’.

‘It’s actually “you do not talk about fight club”’ you had shot back pettily ‘… I actually saw the movie’.

And that had gotten you an even barkier laugh and strangely this time you had joined in.

With time, you had understood that Sandor wasn’t masochist with a kink for bruises and blood, but he worked at a gym as he taught there boxing classes.

He was also a past champion in the competition field of boxing and he still fought regularly in a few tournaments.

‘Friends say that I am too old’ he had once commented as you checked a swollen wrist in a way that seemed like the closest that you’d ever come to hold his hand ‘… but screw it’.

‘Yeah, it isn’t that you are old, it is just that you suck’.

‘You wouldn’t say that if you saw me fight, doc’.

So, maybe you had taken into flirting with your patient, which was just just a line above disrupting your Hippocrates’ swearing.

Still, it didn’t mean anything as you were sure that it was just Sandor’s way of letting go of tension as he had once confessed to you that he didn’t particularly like hospital.

‘When I got the burn…’ and he had lightly turned to have you better see the ugly scar on his side of the face ‘… doctors were fucking useless if not to scream at me for being a reckless dumbass’.

‘We have improved a whole lot in the treatment of the patients’ you hadn’t been that close to ask more about that scar and neither the aftermath of it, so you had offered a soft laugh as Sandor shot you a conflicted look.

‘Did you – for any chance – fail the exam about “how to treat a patient”?’.

See… meaningless flirting on Sandor’s part, as had it come to you, you’d have climbed that tree of a man like a freaking monkey at the first occasion.

But it was clear he didn’t trust easily, and he was already making an act of faith by allowing you to check upon him, although many insisted that somehow this made you special to him.

Hence, he was your patient, although he technically wasn’t.

But whenever he came in, he didn’t allow anybody but you to treat him; you had had to once come in to treat a particularly nasty wound he had gotten from some fuckers thinking it’d be fun to hide iron pieces in his gloves – although it was illegal – since he refused anybody to check it out for him.

“Is he bleeding out or near death?” you asked as you needed to check the situation.

“Just being a huge pain in the ass with the risk of a broken wrist” Madga sufficed making you smirk “… I have gotten him to at least press ice on it, but I don’t think that he’d be patient much longer”.

“Alright, alright, I am coming but I need to do a small run up of the emergency room quick”.

One of the reasons why you were so stressed that night, was because a whole set of football fanatics had come in that night, as they had chosen to drink a bit too much and have all out fight to prove which was the best squad.

It was mostly broken noses, concussions and a few stabbing wounds but considering the high level of alcohol they needed to be checked.

“No worries, he is already waiting for you, there” and just like that Madga was off with a sweet smile on her face that got you to fluster and need a breath before you moved inside of the emergency room.

There were five guys, other than Sandor, two of which passed out and another – the stabbed one – was still in medical coma although he was out of danger.

The last two were up in their hospital beds, playing around with the buttons of it to have it raise over and over.

Sandor was lightly talking with a few of the friends that had forced him at the hospital, so he didn’t notice your presence till you came in front of those two idiots to ask them to stop playing around.

“… that is hospital furniture and not a game”.

Tou meant to be stern, but they didn’t look convinced although they shifted their attention away from the remote and onto you, and their combined stares gave you the chills but you tried your best to keep calm.

“If you are finished, I am going to need to check you up and then I’ll leave you alone”.

“Oh, but sweetie!” the older one commented as he reached out a hand to you “… we don’t want to be left alone after seeing such a pretty sight!”.

“I am your doctor and I’d prefer it if you’d address me like that”.

Although you were younger – and far sober than them – it didn’t mean that they needed to undermine you as you knew that the moment that such a thing happened, it’d have opened doors that you wished to keep closed.

“Oh, don’t be so serious, sweetheart!” oh gods, it was too late as the other one joined in “… don’t tell me that you are all work an no fun”.

“I am just doing my job” curt and short answers to avoid making it feel like you were encouraging them “… now, are you feeling pain anywhere?”.

“Oh, right here, sugar” and he brought his hand over his crotch making you unable to hold back a grimace “… I am sure that your pretty hands might get me feeling better!”.

“Sir, I’d ask you to be serious as this is a hospital” you tried to keep your tone calm although you were slowly growing more and more frustrated “… now I am going to ask it again: are you hurt anywhere that you need me to check?”.

“And he has already told you that he needs your pretty hands” his friend croaked making you want to puke honestly “… or maybe your mouth”.

“I am going to call security if you don’t calm down” and just like that the switch was off.

“What the fuck, bitch?”.

Oh perfect, you almost preferred them disgustingly flirty and obnoxious.

“… what did you just say?”.

“Just that if you don’t calm down, I’ll be forc…”.

You were all too suddenly shoved back, and you almost risked of falling down hadn’t there been a curtain for privacy to stop you from getting down on your ass.

“… calm down, please!”.

“Calm you the fuck down, sweetheart!” his colleague went on as he quickly was in your face, and you backed off attentively searching for anybody’s attention, but all the nurses were petrified and obviously your fellow doctors were anywhere but there. 

At least you hoped they were calling the security.

“This bitch think that she can give us orders!” the younger one started as he banged his head against the few monitors around “… no one can fucking control us!”.

“We are untamable, brother!” his friend cheered him on “… and this bitch can’t tell us anything!”.

“Yeah, she can’t!”.

And again he was onto your face, all too close for your comfort but before he could raise a hand against you, said hand was grabbed away from you and the fucker flew on the other side, giving his accomplice just the time to realize it before he was hit in the face by a punch.

You had just the time to fucking blink before a rough hand – with a very swollen wrist – was offered to you and Sandor’s face was onto yours, checking attentively for any possible damage, before he gruffed out:

“Are you alright, doc?”.

“I take it back about the fact that you can’t fight”.

Oh gods, of course the first thing that you blurted out would be this one.

And he smiled, oh fuck, he did a cocky and bashful smile! 

Not a smirk, a full-on smile! 

Oh gods, oh gods, where was the defibrillator?

“You definitely hit your head on the way there to say this bullshit”.

Once your hand was in his own he didn’t simply help you up to your feet, he put you on your feet and then moved to adjust your lab coat right as the security jumped in, taking in the sight of what looked like a disastrous moment.

“Ahem… we were called” a guard commented taking in the situation to ascertain whether he had to act in as all he could see was you being helped up by a burly man as two were on the ground “… there was an aggression”.

“Keyword: was” Sandor muttered burly “… you are late”.

“Well, we…”.

You shut down any excuse:

“Can you please put the gentlemen back to bed and restrain them? I’d rather they don’t toy with the expensive medical furniture around”.

And they, at least, moved quickly to do such a thing as an applause erupted from the few people that had witnessed such a thing, making both you and Sandor quite bashful as the old man moved behind you and you huffed at the fact that he could handle violence but not thankfulness.

“By the way, I am pretty sure your wrist is broken” you thought it was the right moment to comment as you eyed the swelling that wouldn’t go down “… gotta treat that, since I am sure that you just worsened the situation by doing that”.

“If by doing that you mean ‘saving your ass’, you are welcome” oh back to the shit-eating grin, but at least he let you lead him to a hospital bed as you waved over one of the unlucky interns of the first year that had stayed behind “… thank the gods, I have you, doctor to check onto me”.

“Not tonight” and that’s where everything was decided “… Podrick will bandage you and give you further direction for a cast, alright?”.

To his honor, Podrick waved at Sandor, although he looked halfway through shitting himself.

“You can’t let me in the hands of that squirt” Sandor turned to you to check out whether you were joking “… listen, I am not even going to protest against the cast… just don’t let me in the hands of doctor Butterfinger over there, please!”.

“First of all: I think it’s the first time that you ever said ‘please’ while talking to him” you muttered calmly before blurting out the truth “… also I can’t examine you if I want to date you, so you’ll have to deal of Podrick under my supervision, alright caveman?”.

You didn’t think that you had ever seen the visual representation of error 404, till you looked at Sandor’s reaction at your intention to date him as his stare was completely blank although his eyes were set onto you as if he wasn’t sure whether it was real or not.

“… you… date…” oh gods, he’d need also a brain scan after this “… me?”.

“If you don’t have to punch anybody else after this” you tried to lighten the situation as you gestured Podrick forward “… we could go for a coffee since the hospital one is shit”.

“I agree on that” and by both your glares Podrick realized he needed to work in silence “… sorry, didn’t want to ruin the moment”.

“… you want to go out on a date…” Sandor went on as the younger doctor moved onto checking his wrist “… hey! Be careful! But you want to go on a date with me?”.

“Why not?” you shot back “… you are hot, just punched two dudes to protect me, enduring the humiliation of having a first-year work on you… no offense Podrick, by the way. You are going much better than I thought”.

“Thank you!” the boy piped up, not hearing the sarcasm in your voice.

“Alright, I’ll ignore the first reason, but you shouldn’t date people who punch others, sweetheart”.

“I didn’t say that you punched some rando. You punched somebody… to protect me”.

“That was impressive, I gotta admit”.

“Podrick!”.

“Alright, I am shushing it” he commented as he moved his hand to apologize and go back to check on Sandor before assuring that he’d need x-ray and probably a bandage because although the bone didn’t seem broken the situation there wasn’t ideal “… you might get out with just a bandage to your date”.

“First of all, squirt, none of your business” Sandor shot to the doctor and then turned to you “… and I haven’t agreed to anything. If I date you, does it seriously mean you can’t check me?”.

“I can check you out, but I don’t think that’s what you mean” you replied softly “… but no, it’d be a conflict of interest”.

“And I’d be stuck with Mr. I-Pissed-My-Pants for every checkup?”.

“Don’t be so awful to Pod” you chastised him before leaning closer to him under the pretense of checking Pod’s work “… also, I’d make it worth your time”.

And you did since the moment that you were back from the bar – after Sandor had gotten his wrist bandaged as it was a very bad sprain and he’d have to come again in a few days to see whether the thing had solved itself or not – you were pushed against the door of your ascetic apartment with Sandor’s lips onto your own.

“Told ya I’d make it worth your time” you muttered as you took in his face and smirked at the soft smile on his own as his arm brought you impossibly closer to him.

“I thought that the shitty doctor would break my wrist” he protested as you just pretended to sigh dramatically.

“Not on my watch” you promised as you pecked again his lips.

And again.

And maybe another more time for good measure, as you led him by his shirt towards your bedroom as you took a moment to realize whether Sandor would fit on it or not and you hoped that it wouldn’t just give out the moment that you started receiving the most mind-blowing sex ever, because you were sure that was what you were going to be given that night.

Aside another further realization that you were glad that he’d move from ‘your patient’ to possibly ‘your boyfriend’.

“… so, ahem… I… am not…”.

Still, it was Sandor who stopped halfway through the moment that he realized you had arrived at your bedroom.

“Not the type to go all out on the first date?” you sufficed with a soft smile but willing yourself to be comfortable “… I didn’t… I didn’t want you to feel forced, sorry I didn’t…”.

“Oh no, I want to”.

Well, wasn’t that flattering. 

Even more considering that you were in scrubs still and that was highly a turn on.

“… believe me I do”.

“Is it about me?” you dared to ask because as nice as your conversation with Sandor had been maybe it had been one-sided, and he was trying to be nice and not hurt your feelings…

“Definitely” he promised with a soft smile, plucking your forehead “… but also… you know how you tease me about being an old man…”.

“And you know that working in the hospital I can put my hands on certain… meds”.

“I am not that old!” he protested sending you a light glare “… I just meant that… tonight’s fight might have been… tough on me… so, I am… I don’t know… how satisfying I can be. I do… want to bend you and break the headboard of your bed but…”.

“Alright no expectations” because your mind had definitely switched off at the ‘break your headboard’ “… and be mindful of your wrist, I might have some ice around…”.

But before you could move then Sandor stopped you and you were again onto his lips again, wondering how you had ended up in your bed, on top of him and why was your top scrub off and most importantly why he had still his t-shirt on.

Although that was an easy manageable problem as you pawed at his shirt, till he got the hint, and he moved up his arms and here you were.

“Sandor, that cut isn’t definitely old”.

“Good thing, you aren’t my doctor anymore, sweetheart”.

You giggled a bit at that as Sandor kissed you again and soon everything was forgotten as he smiled softly at you, his hand gently brushing against your cheek, and you leaned wholly onto him while his other hand went to unhook your bra and suddenly your upper body was bare to him.

You felt your cheeks warm up as you might have been bold enough to get there and to propose the date, but you felt like maybe you had lost all your self-confidence till your favorite patient decided that such a thing wouldn’t happen on his watch and all too soon hot and biting kisses were dragged down your body, from your neck to the valley of your chest as his beard created a pleasurable friction getting you to laugh.

“So… can I try to do my own check-up?”.

“Please don’t ever say it again” you shushed him as you tried to push him back by his hair but inevitably you relented as his mouth closed around one of your nipples getting you to moan softly at the sensation of his lips while his other hand gently palmed the nipple in soft slow circles as if it was a more message than teasing.

And it certainly calmed down any anxiety that you might have, as you fell into a lulling sensation, further digging your hands into Sandor’s hair to keep him there and only relented when he moved to switch sides, as his fingers went to pinch your nipple getting you to flinch a bit at the teasing sensation.

It was safe to say that when he detached himself, you were whiny and drenched down there.

You rutted against him, more out of instinct than anything else, feeling him half-hard as he pushed himself against you making you smirk softly at the sensation of being desperately wanted.

You parted for the time that it took you to divest from the little clothing that you still had and although you weren’t yet comfortable in your skin, it felt easier to reveal yourself to Sandor.

And you had to when you heard him hiss in pain, thinking the immediate worst of it.

Although maybe more than pain it might have been frustration as you found Sandor struggling to get out of his pants with one hand as the other was held out probably since he couldn’t bend it properly due to the pain and swelling.

You’d have laughed, hadn’t you been told that it was bad to laugh when a man had his dick out in front of you.

And you were a bit too impressed by the size of it.

“Need a hand, big guy?” you attracted his attention as you pressed yourself wholly against him, startling him as you gently reached around to shoo away his hand and help him unbutton his pants with your own “… raise please”.

And strangely he did raise himself without even protesting and allowed you to gently push down his pants and then boxers as he stepped away from them and then – one leg at the time – he got his socks off and he naked exactly as you.

He didn’t turn around immediately, after that and you let him take the time he needed, gently caressing his lower stomach, more comfortingly than sexually as you dusted a few kisses across his huge shoulders.

“We might have a problem, doc”.

“Uhm?”.

“So, you know how you call me a stubborn ass?” he muttered, and you nodded softly “… ahem… my wrist hurts a whole lot than I thought”.

“Do you want some painkillers?” Podrick – on your suggestion – had prescribed them to him, but Sandor had shot you down and he did again “… we can stop. Absolutely not pressure! I understand it! If anything, I am glad…”.

“Yeah, I don’t think that it’ll go down, soon”.

It took you a moment to realize what he meant with that but soon you understood and couldn’t help but feel yourself blush.

“… as much as it pains me, I am going to need your help putting on the box...”.

“No!”.

Oh, yeah that was a totally normal reaction to have.

“… ahem… I could give you a hand…?”.

Quite literally, actually.

And Sandor seemed to understand what you were meaning as he sent you a bashful look.

“You don’t need to” he promised “… I am an old man, and I won’t… I won’t take it to heart…”.

“Oh no, believe me I am not feeling like I have to” and you sneaked a small look at the red tip of his dick “… I’d like to… I mean if you’d allow me…”.

“Can you stop please treating it like I am having you meet my parents and touch my fucking cock?”.

That was enough to take off the edge and you gently, oh so gently lowered your hand down his body as you checked the reaction of Sandor’s body so that you could feel whether he was feeling any discomfort and you immediately stopped the moment that his hand joined your own halting you in your movements.

You had thought for a moment that he’d have stopped you, but instead he simply turned to you and the released your hand to gently bring his own to your chin and push it up.

“Are you sure it’s fine?”.

“It’s either that or I check on all those wounds you haven’t show me”.

“Then, sweetie…” oh fuck he smirked like that one more time and you wouldn’t have lasted long “… suit yourself”.

You swallowed down and then set your mind at ease on the matter at hand, although it did – indeed – feel like you were just about to meet Sandor’s parents.

Well, you were meeting a big part of his life.

Emphasis on big.

“Sandor…” you muttered, and his eyes were immediately onto your own, as he searched for a single moment of hesitation “… has anybody ever told you that you are so fucking handsome?”.

“Not really” he seemed confused “… nobody definitely has said that, while they looked at my dick”.

“Well, it isn’t my fault, it’s very pretty” and at his flustered reaction, you felt a bit more confident, enough to actually wrap fully your hands around his cock and although your grip was loose, he hissed at the contact of your warm hand “… like the rest of you”.

“Have never been described as pretty” Sandor shot back, his breathing itching in his throat although you hadn’t done anything yet but letting him stay in your hand, holding him as you got used to the heavy weight before gently brushing your thumb against the tip, right against the slit “… fuck… I…”.

“It’s a pity”.

You felt spurred on his reaction as you retreated your thumb from his tip and instead, tightened your hold onto him not enough to be painful but wanting to test his limits, feeling it wholly twitch as your fingers met a particular vein underneath his head.

“… you should be told often”.

“I’d prefer if you just got me off, sweetheart” he felt somehow threatened “… instead of teasing like a little shit”.

“But pretty things need to be appreciated” you shot back almost hurt by his language and denial as you released his dick from your hold, getting poor Sandor to look at you with wide-open eyes.

Still, nothing could prepare him as you dropped down onto your knees right at the same level of where he stood now, fully hard.

“… you should take your time with appreciation. Even more when somebody has never felt it”.

You were sure that Sandor would say something or try to stop you but thankfully he looked too taken by your gestures to even comment anything and you were thankful for it, because you had so much to say as you brought both your hands around his cock, right at the same, squeezing with enough pressure to get the big burly man in front of you to moan, before you brought your fists forward in a tentative stroke.

“… surprised that I am on my knees, big boy?” you asked to him as he hadn’t uttered a word since you had ended right between his legs “… how else would I express my gratitude for what you have done back then?”.

“No need for… no…” he stammered, and you just brought another stroke on his cock, being sure to lightly twist your wrist at the head for maximum stimulation as you felt like you just were starting to learn his pressure points “… no need”.

“Let me decide that” and to further convey the meaning of this, you dared a small lick at the vein that you had noticed got him further flustered and again another moan erupted from his mouth “… fuck, your moans sound so pretty”.

And much to your satisfaction, Sandor made another as you gently enveloped your mouth around the tip of his cock, as you tried to cover the rest of his length with your hands, with the tips of your fingers around his length barely touching.

You sucked softly, tonguing his slit to add further stimulation and again Sandor’s breath itched in his throat before the thick bead of pre-cum was deposited on your tongue and you used it swiftly to try to give a long lick onto all that you could cover on his length further helping yourself to spread it with your hands.

You don’t know what got into you, but you made eye-contact with Sandor swiftly and just pushed out your tongue to show him the slight substance of his pre-cum mixed with your saliva and you secretly hoped he had your same disinterest towards bodily fluids.

Which he probably did as all too suddenly you were brought up again onto your feet by his working arms and all too suddenly you were being kissed like Sandor’s life depended onto chasing the taste of himself on your tongue and you had to admit that you enjoyed the sloppiness and the intensity of it as his cock instead gently rutted against your stomach.

“Fuck, you need to stop talking or I’ll blow it like a young boy”.

It was meant to be a threat, but it just spurred you on as you spit the mix of your fluids into your hand and brought it to his own cock again, letting him smear further precum on your naked stomach, while you tried to meet his sloppy thrusts.

“… I… can’t… don’t…”.

“But I want to see you blow” you almost pouted at that “… I think that you’d look fucking amazing letting all that bad tension on your shoulder go”.

Your hand was brought to further direct him as you adjusted so that he could rut right beneath your thighs, making you whimper lightly as he hit your own spot, making you moan lightly at the pleasurable sensation.

“And I bet that you’d taste also good” you added, and Sandor looked like he was just about to give himself a concussion with the way he threw back his head against your wall, as you had backed him up against one “… fucking salty but also clean. Never thought I’d get to swallow something that felt so good, so why don’t you give it to me? Don’t be a meanie”.

“You are a pervert” it didn’t deter you from gently squeezing your thighs around him to add further pressure “… you want me to fucking come, don’t you”.

“I thought it was the whole point” you shot back “… and I don’t want to simply see you come. I want to see you fucking pretty in those throes of passion. I want to fucking have you release and I want that fucking between my thighs, so you won’t fucking hurt your wrist and I’ll get to fucking make you lick it off once you feel better”.

Sandor looked at you shocked as the rhythm between your thighs became much stronger and you couldn’t help but shiver lightly at the thought of how it’d feel if he just angled himself a bit higher and he’d drive it home, inside of you.

“I know that you’d just pound me hard enough to seriously break my fucking headboard”.

You don’t know what spurred him on, more - your talk or the mental image of it – you just knew that his breath was now shallow.

“… I know that you could fucking leave me sore and with pretty bruises. And I’d thank you for it”.

“You are playing with fire girl” again a threat that wasn’t fully a threat “… don’t make me…”.

“I don’t think that you make requests” you shot back with a soft smile, before moving to lightly mouth against his neck “… not when you are fucking rutting against me like a brute. My fucking brute. Should have seen yourself knocking those two fuckers onto their asses…”.

Sandor’s heart hammered against your own and it wasn’t only by his thrusts that you could tell he was close, and you wanted him desperately.

Again, you tightened your thighs.

“… I thought immediately that I fucking wanted to ride that man” you went on, whispering the words right next to his ear “… think about it. How good you’d be beneath me, aching to push it further into me while I bounce on top of you. Once that wrist gets checked you are fucking me in every way you know”.

You heard him moan again and suddenly his hands were onto your hips to make you sit still so that he could fuck further his cock beneath your thighs.

“And some more”.

Maybe it was the promise of what would happen after or maybe it was the mental image.

Maybe it was the pressure of your thighs against his sensitive head or maybe it was the overwhelming praise you had sufficed him for the entirety of the session, but Sandor painted your thighs white much to your utter surprise and his own, although he didn’t let you move away as he fucked the aftershocks till he became all too sensitive and just one final – teasing – squeeze of your thighs was enough to get him to whine.

You both moved away from the other to breath, although you could tell that Sandor’s eyes were onto you, as you, instead, looked at the mess on your thighs and although it should have made you feel gross, you couldn’t help but wish to further spread it up, and inside of yourself.

Maybe once Sandor…

“Your tongue is fucking deadly” he breathed through sobs through the intensity of his orgasm “… never thought I…”.

“You are welcome” you shot back sarcastically, realizing only then just how labored was your breath as well “… by the way, how is your wrist? I didn’t think about it but…”.

“Oh sweetie…” his dark eyes didn’t promise anything good, but you weren’t scared “… I think that the best painkiller after all was an orgasm”.

Revenge of the Hound, by Michael Hardwick, is a very good pastiche.

GAME OF THRONES 2.06, The Old Gods and The New

I beg pardon, Ser.

Okay this won't happen but if it comes to a fight between the Hound and Robert Strong/the Mountain just imagine

Sandor losing, getting kicked to the ground, his brother ready to throw down the sword for the final strike

And then a black shape jumps from the ceiling and lands on the Mountain's face, meowing and scratching and blinding him enough for the Hound to get back on his feet

How amazing would it be for Balerion the cat to turn the tide of the battle. For the sweet princess' grumpy, old, grudge-holding cat to be the one to avenge her after all these years. I would give anything to see it

💀 My Hound piece for @rwbyprism ! 💀

This is entirely too long, but I'm obsessed! 🖤

Drawing questionable characters is cathartic.

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An unequal marriage in Westeros.

I had been planning to make this little tribute to Pukirev with Sansa and Joffrey since January, and since then I have been thinking from time to time about which characters to include in the background and where to put them.

The only character who had a guaranteed spot from the beginning was Sandor, and it was where Pukirev had portrayed himself, precisely because of the rumors around him and what he felt for the bride in his painting, and also because there he is watching Sansa's back, as he somehow said he would do in the TV adaptation. I mentioned the rumor about Pukirev on my Twitter. I'm glad other people noticed it.

So, even though the ones who are marrying are Sansa and Joffrey, this is kind of a Sansan fanart, somehow

An unequal marriage in Westeros.

the universal experience of trying to figure out why the Hound is being so gentle to that one girl

“I could keep you safe. They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.” - Sansa Stark, ACoK

Game of Thrones by Matias Bergara

Oath || Sandor Clegane × Original Female Character

Alerie Arryn Lore

After her mother dies giving birth to another stillborn child to Jon Arryn, she grows up under the care and affection of Horace Hightower, the sworn shield of the Lord of the Vale. Keeping the promise he made to his beloved, Horace raises his biological daughter almost in secret, taking her around the woods and teaching her the value of the sword and knowledge, far from the turmoil of the rebellion. When Jon Arryn is appointed Hand of the King, he decides to bring Alerie, who is now a young woman, with him to the warm capital, she will do everything to oppose him but will join him only two years later, when the lifeless body of her father Horace is found in the woods.

Born: 290 AC circa

Parents: Lara Florent and Jon Arryn (former) / The Fox Horace Hightower (real father)

Siblings: Robin Arryn (stepbrother) Darrik Arryn (stillborn) Alfered Arryn (stillborn) Bryce Arryn (stillborn) Annarel Arryn (stillborn)

Love interest: Sandor Clegane (husband)

From the beginning, the girl's indomitable nature clashes with the harsh reality that inhabits the Red Keep, for this reason she manages to attract the silent attention of a pair of dark and stern eyes. After the death of Jon Arryn, Alerie manages to obtain the protection of King Robert from the harassment of the lions of house Lannister. Comforted by the arrival of the Starks, she immediately forms a close friendship with Sansa and months after the execution of Ned Stark she dedicates herself entirely to the protection of the girl who she considers as her blood cousin, this will lead her into a forced marriage with Joffrey's dog Sandor Clegane. The Hound is known as the most ferocious and bloodthirsty being in all the seven kingdoms, the only man who according to that blonde cunt with the crown, will be able to break her and make her eat her tongue. In reality, it will be Alerie herself who will tame the restless and stone-cold heart of her gruff husband, managing to wrap him around her little finger.

Children: Katherine Clegane, Elynor Clegane, Laina Clegane and Horace Clegane

Titles: The Fierce Rose of the Vale, The Fox's cub, Little Dove, Lady of Clegane's Keep.

Weapon(s): Knives/blades, bow and arrow

btw It's a story I've been thinking about for weeks and I don't know how to cope.

I'm so sorry for my bad english lmao :)

Alright just a little theory...

Do you ever notice how similar Esmeralda and Sansa storyline? Just listen "Belle" from Notre Dame de Paris and that. just.

1. The "Trio" of men:

Joffrey - Feb, whom she in love with, and who knowing it uses her. Also Margery being his Fleur de Lis

Petyr - Frollo, older men who is madly obsessed with her, but can't have her not in the last place because of his social status.

Hound - Quasimodo, scarred and hideous, but actually the only one out of them who's love for her is, well, love.

2. How Petyr takes hand in Joffrey's murder aka Frollo stabbing Feb and with that not just removes a competition but place Sansa in situation where she's unable to do anything but stay in his power aka Frollo asking Esmeralda to run away with him before her execution (which is his fault in the first place)

3. And that whole plot happening while Sansa stay in unwanted marriage with Tyrion - Esmeralda and Gringoire marriage, but, ironically former not saving unwanted sutior from charges, but manage to do opposite.

And last but not the least - I saw a weird dream where Hound, Littefinger and Joffrey sung "Belle". I connected the dots. Yeah.

Oh, and I also would love the scene where Hound grabs Littefinger and throws him into the Moon Door.

(sorry for my English - it's kinda rusty and all)