#bronn smut

[reevesdriver]

Spilled Wine (NSFW)

Word count: 2756

Character(s): Bronn of the Blackwater

Reader: Female Lannister reader

Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Eventual Smut / Age Gap (Reader is of age) / Oral Sex (M & F Receiving) / Drinking / Vulgar Language

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(AN: I literally cannot find that many Bronn fics so I decided fuck it I'll write my own. Also I can’t remember exactly how it all went when Tyrion made it back to kings landing, cause I watched that ages ago, so just ignore any mistakes in the plot 😂)

News of Tyrions arrival back at Kings Landing was music to your ears, you’d spent more than enough time trying to converse with your older sister Cersei but it wasn't the same. The banter you had with your younger brother Tyrion was far more interesting than whatever twisted drama Cersei had to offer.

You got on with Cersei yes but when you heard Tyrions voice passing by your door as your Handmaiden helped you get ready for a great feast at his return you couldn't help but grin and hold back your urge to rush just to go and see him. When you were dressed you dismissed your handmaiden and quickly headed to the hall with your assigned guard in toe to try and catch up to your brother before he was bombarded by the rest of your family and friends.

As you enter the room you see a small crowd of knights stood with your brother, along with a man you’d never seen before. Quickly approaching the youngest Lannister you clear your throat. “How rude of you to pass by my chambers without saying hello little brother.”

“Ah here she is, this beautiful creature is my older sister. Lady Y/N.” Tyrion says making you roll your eyes.

“Oh Tyrion how I’ve missed your compliments.” You say with a smile. 

“I’m sure you have sister. Let me introduce you to this handsome man. This is Bronn of the Blackwater, he is the one who helped me on my travels.” Tyrion says motioning to the dark haired man who was currently eyeing you up and down as though you were some rare creature.

“Well Bronn, I’d like to thank you for bringing my brother home safely. Though I'm sure his endless talking made you want to throw him out of a window.”

“Aye my Lady, it had its ups and downs. Though it’s nice to see his tales of your beauty are true.” He replies and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks turning them a nice shade of red.

“Well my brother may be a liar at times and spin a false tale or two but I’m glad to look as you expected.”

“If you two don’t mind.” Tyrion interrupts. “I am starving and in need of some food and wine to fill my belly.”

“Of course brother, will you be joining us Bronn?”

“Aye, I could do with a drink.”

Instead of sitting at the main table with you and the rest of his family Tyrion sat amongst the crowd of knights with Bronn at his side. The pair shared tales of their travel to anyone who would listen whilst drinking and eating though Bronns chatter seemed to falter here and there as though he was distracted.

Tyrion looked to his new friend when he drifted off mid reply to some trivial question and gave a knowing smirk at the sight of the Sellsword gazing over to you. He knew that after the countless stories he’d shared about his older siblings Bronn would most definitely be eager to see you in person.

“You like her.” Tyrion said nudging Bronn almost making him spill his wine.

“She’s nice.” Bronn replies quickly.

“Nice enough to bed?”

“She’s your sister.” Bronn replies sharply. “And a lady. Doesn't she have some rich lord waiting for her hand in marriage?”

“That normally wouldn't stop you.” Tyrion said with a laugh then continued. “She was intended to be wed, though her future husband was killed in a battle so now she waits until our father finds her a new suitor. I’m sure she won't mind having her bed warmed for the night by the man who brought her beloved little brother home safely.”

Bronn laughed nervously and downed his wine before signalling for the cup-bearer to fill it up again. Throughout the night Bronn watched from his seat next to Tyrion as you ate, drank and then stood and chatted to your Handmaiden and some of your friends at the back of the room.

“It’s getting late, why don’t you escort my sister back to her chambers? I’m sure she could do with being rescued from the other lords in the room.”

“If that’s what my lord wishes.” Bronn finishes his drink and stands from the table which he has to hold onto momentarily as all the wine he’d drank hits him. When Bronn walked towards you and your friends he looked around nervously when he saw the small group of women looking to him before they muttered something to you. “My lady-” Bronn began as he approached you but when you turned and your eyes met his you grinned and interrupted him.

“Oh Bronn, come dance with me. I’m tired of hideous lords wanting to spin me round the room.” You say and refuse to wait for an answer. Instead you take hold of one of Bronns calloused hands and drag him through the crowd to the centre of the room and pull him towards you as you hold his hand and rest your other on his ribs.

The rhythm is uplifting and you can’t help but giggle as Bronn fumbles to keep up with you. “My lady. Your brother has asked that I escort you back to your chambers.” Bronn says when he finally finds his footing and dances with you in time to the music. His hand is holding yours tightly whilst his other is resting on your waist.

“Is that so?” You ask with a slight slur and quickly shift your gaze to your little brother who smirks and winks at you before downing the rest of the wine in his mug.

“Yes m’lady, he said to rescue you from the stuck-up cunt lords trying to ask you to dance.” He says in annoyance making you laugh at his choice of words.

“I assume some of those are your own words and not my brothers.” You say and he shrugs. When the song finishes and switches to that of a slower rhythm you stop dancing. “Escort me back to my chambers then. If my brother commands it.”

Bronn immediately turns and releases your hand allowing you to slip your arm around his and hold his bicep as he walks you through the crowd of lords and ladies that littered the room. You slipped out of the room, managing to avoid the prying eyes of your sister and her children, and walk down the corridor away from the loud music and chattering.

You walked with Bronn in silence down the corridor and further away from the celebration. The night air hits you both as you pass by the open windows of the corridor. “You’re a quiet one aren't you.” You say breaking the silence as you near your chambers.

“I’m a better listener than a talker.”

“A good quality for a man, I can’t tell you the amount of times I've been approached by lords who can never shut the fuck up.” You say and Bronn laughs.

“I imagine it’s more times than you can remember.”

“Most likely yes. All part of being an unmarried woman I suppose.” You sigh as you reply though Bronn does not add a comment. Soon you were standing outside of your chambers and looking up to the taller man as you relate your arm from around his. “Would you like to come in for a drink, as a thank you for returning my brother back in one piece? I think you deserve to try a more expensive wine than that served at the feast.”

“If that would please you m’lady then I will share a drink with you.”

Opening your door you step inside and head over to your table where a fresh jug of wine sits in the centre along with some goblets and lit candles to decorate. Bronn sits down at the table opposite you and watches with intense eyes as you pour two cups of wine and slide one over to him before taking a sip from your own.

“What do you make of it?” You ask watching as Bronn takes sip after sip of the liquid.

He gulps down the rest of it and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before putting the cup down on the hard surface of the table. “It’s the best wine I've ever tasted.”

“I’m glad you like it. Care for some more?” You ask taking the jug into your hands as you re-fill your cup. Bronn nods and watches as you move around the table towards him, bending at the waist ever so slightly to pour the expensive liquid into his cup. Your breasts threaten to spill from the top of your dress and Bronn can feel his breaches growing tighter as he blatantly stares at your chest.

“See something you like?” You ask when you catch Bronn staring. His eyes don’t move from your chest as you expected that they would, if it had been anyone else they would be fighting to look anywhere but your exposed skin but Bronn continued to keep his gaze fixed on the area at the top of your dress.

“Aye, I see two things I like.” His eyes flick up to your face and he smirks before taking a sip from his cup.

You place the jug on the table and swallow down a mouthful of wine before putting your cup down and moving over to the Sellsword. Bronn watches with eager eyes as you lift your dress up to straddle his thighs and plant yourself on his lap with your chest directly in his face. His hands quickly move to your waist whilst your own wrap around the back of his neck. You can feel the twitch of his cock pressing through his trousers and against your pussy.

“You’re a bold lady aren't you?” He questions making you smirk as his blue eyes look up to catch yours.

“I’m a lady who knows what she wants.” You say and before he can reply you press your lips against his. Bronn grabs your ass and pulls you closer against his body as he stands and slams you down onto the table, the force causing the jug and cups to fall and shatter on the floor below. “That was expensive wine.” You complain after hearing the pottery breaking and rich wine spilling onto the concrete.

“Fuck the wine you can buy more, there’s something else I'd rather taste anyway.” Tugging your dress and under-garments up Bronn pushes you down onto the table and kisses the insides of your thighs that are now hooked over his shoulders before diving his tongue between your labia. The Sellsword works his tongue like magic, licking and sucking exactly how you like it which has you clawing and arching against the table as you cum.

Giving a rough tug to his hair you pull him away from your privates and jump off the edge of the table to kiss him, your juices were coating his lips and dampened his facial hair and the thought that your scent would be embedded in his moustache for days drove him mad. Bronn unsheathes one of his knives from his belt and turns you around so he can slice the intricate lacing on the back of your dress. The sharp blade cuts through the knots with ease and the tip of the blade delicately grazes your back until Bronn returns his knife to its holster.

Turning back around you kiss Bronn again and the pair of you fight to undress one another whilst crossing the room to your bed. You can hear the ripping of fabric as he tears the dress from your body before pulling his own shirt over his head whilst you unlace his breaches to free his cock. Pulling away from his lips you quickly drop to your knees despite Bronns grip trying to stop you. “A lady shouldn’t be kneeling for a Sellsword.” He says with panted breaths.

“A lady can kneel for whoever she pleases.” You reply with a smirk as you unlace his trousers and free his cock.

Bronn looks down at you as you take his cock into your hand and begin to stroke it until it’s standing fully erect. Gathering saliva in your mouth you wrap your lips around the tip and suck it making Bronn groan and push a hand through your hair. The girth of his cock makes your mouth ache as you stretch your lips around the shaft to accommodate him. 

“Never had a noble lady on her knees for me before. Think I can get used to this.” He sighs with a lazy smile as he watches you with hooded eyes whilst you suck his cock. When Bronn is close to cumming he begrudgingly drags you up from your kneeling position and throws you onto the bed against your pillows with little to no effort. You lay with closed legs watching him as he removes his boots and trousers to join you in the centre of the bed.

Bronn kisses one of your knees and slowly pushes his hands between your legs, opening them just enough so he can kiss his way up to your thighs until he reaches your pussy again. “Best cunt I've ever tasted, better than any wine I've ever tasted too.” He says between lapping deep strokes against your clit with his tongue.

You moan as he sucks your clit causing jolts of pleasure to hit you. “Come here.” You say grabbing at his sculpted arms and Bronn happily moves to kiss you once more as he hovers over you. His dick is thick and dripping with pre-cum as he grinds it between your folds and against your clit. “I take it you’re not a maiden.” He says taking ahold of his cock and tucking it at your entrance.

“Unfortunately no, though I hope that’s not off-putting.”

“Never, means I don’t have to be gentle with you.” He pushes into you, the stretch his cock gives makes you fight back a scream of pleasure. He continues pushing into you until his cock is fully sheathed in-between your sopping walls though before you have time to adjust he begins pounding into you.

“F-Fuck.” You stutter as you dig your nails into his back making him grunt. Bronn watches with pride at how your face contorts with pleasure while he hammers into you at a brutal pace. His hips slam against your body and he reaches a hand up to hold your face and kiss you whilst his other is braced at the side of your head to keep him from collapsing on you.

“You ever been fucked like this before?” He asks whilst pressing his forehead against yours.

“No, never.” You moan. “Best fuck I've ever had.” Your blissful smile makes Bronn smirk with confidence and soon he has you cumming around his cock. Your walls constrict around him and he knows he has to fight the urge to pump his cum in you. Instead Bronn opts to pull out and plaster your belly and tits with thick white ropes of his seed.

With a moan and a grunt Bronn jerks his cock until it’s drained. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to your lips where he eagerly kisses you as he had done before. “Let me get a cloth m’lady. Can’t be leaving you in this state can we.” He says and moves from on top of you to go to your attaches washroom and retrieve a damp cloth.

Bronn takes his time wiping his seed from your body as well as delicately cleaning between your legs before wiping himself and returning the cloth to the other room. When he re-enters he sees that you’ve turned onto your side and pulled the covers over your naked body. He crosses the room and leans over to kiss you once more. “Goodnight Bronn, thank you again for saving my brother.” You say softly, voice clearly full of exhaustion.

“Goodnight m’lady.” He smiles, revelling in the fact that he knows you’re going to be struggling to walk in the morning. Bronn dresses quickly and leaves your chambers after peering out of the room and checking that the hallways were clear from any prying eyes. Unbeknownst to him Tyrion had been passing the end of the corridor when he saw the Sellsword leaving your chambers, he smirked at the sight of his friend closing your door and taking off in the opposite direction.

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[catsteeth]

Sugar & Violence

Podrick Payne x reader 

+:✿ Chapter 2 ✿:+ : Beautiful Girl

previous chapter

Summary: You’re a Mormont being held hostage by House Lannister.  You are acting now as the Handmaiden for Margery Tyrell, whom you’ve grown quite close with. But it seems that a squire has caught your attention as you have caught his. 

CW: afab reader, SMUT, MDNI, Fingering, P in V sex, mention of alcohol consumption, mention of harassment, mention of NSFW themes.

Word Count: 5125 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

As you’d just finished getting Margery ready for the day she sat you down and began to ready you as well. It wasn’t custom for a Lady to dress and pretty her Hand Maiden but Margery had taken the responsibility voluntarily and happily. 

“Podrick was seen where?” You asked wide eyes, holding in a laugh.

“Little Finger’s brothel,” Margery replied with a smirk as she brushed your hair. 

You shook your head with a smile “I will not believe such rumors.” 

“I hear the whores did not receive a payment.” Her fingers twisting the front sections of your hair and braiding them together at the back of your head.

“You’re suggesting he didn’t pay them?” You asked with disbelief. He didn’t seem like the type of man to pay for a whore, much less the type of man to steal their time and effort. 

“I am suggesting they did not want a payment. I hear that he was so skilled, they wouldn’t accept his payment.” She said as she finished your hair and she sat in front of you, beginning to do your makeup. 

“Now that I can’t believe it.” You said holding back laughter,

“You never know for sure with men like him. Quiet, and sweet, they can be sensitive to a woman's needs.” She said putting 

“I’ve been pinned against enough trees on Bear Island by enough men to know, no tongue, fingers, cock, or even nose is good enough to turn down gold.” 

“Perhaps you’re right. But perhaps you’re wrong, there is only one way to find out.” 

“Oh please, he can hardly hold his gaze to mine.”

“Some would say that means he likes you, besides the poor boy gave you a flower. One of the sweetest, and pathetic things I have ever seen.” She jested.

“He doesn’t want me, not like that.” You always found it hard to believe that any man would be interested in you beyond bedding.

she rolled her eyes as she finished applying a rouge to your lips. She fixed your hair slightly and half a small compact mirror to your face.

“if i were a man i would ravish you.” she smiled as you looked at yourself in the mirror. 

Margery had done your makeup and hair countless times. Every morning after you’d done hers, but each time always made sure to tell you how beautiful you were. even if you didn’t believe it. 

“a man would ravish a horse if desperate enough.” you pushed the compact away, you got up and began to select the gowns you’d both wear to the celebratory feast tonight.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

That evening was a celebration of the victory of Tywin Lannister. Nothing for you to feel celebratory for, but it gave you an opportunity to dance and drink. 

Most of the night you and Margrey had danced with one another, made quite jokes about the other men there. But once the celebration began to wind down Margrey had found an excuse to speak to Joffrey, part of her plan to seduce him. So naturally you made yourself scarce. Finding a corner of the room to stand in while you drank.

It would have been perfect to end your night in peace if a tall man didn’t approach you. 

He could have been some noble man or a knight, kings guard, even city watch, you didn’t know and more importantly did not care. 

“My, who might you be, my Lady.” He asked, his voice was low and attempting to sound seductive. 

“(Y/N) Mormont.” You said as you drank from your cup, your eyes wandered the room, paying little attention to the attractive man in front of you. As your eyes searched the large room, they landed on a pair of eyes already looking at you, Podrick’s. He looked at you with the eyes of a sad dog. 

It caught you so off guard you didn’t hear whatever the man had just said, only the mumbling of words. You tore your eyes from his and looked at the man, “What?” burrowed furrowed in frustration. 

“I said, then you are not much of a Lady.” He said with a twisted grin

“Is that so?” You said emotionlessly, unwilling to show any kind of offense that might have been taken. Fearing it would give him too much power. Besides, you did not care about the opinions of southerners. 

“Hand Maidens are not Ladies of any land, are they not?” 

“Perhaps.” You said your eyes returned to scanning the room, trying to find Podrick again, but having no luck.

“I could make you feel like one for tonight.” He held out his hand to you,

You held your cup to your lips as you spoke, “I’ve no wish to dance with you, Ser”.

“I cannot dance with a handmaiden,” The man smirked, his hand snaking around your waist. “I can enjoy one though.” He whispered in your ear.

You smirked back, and then you leaned in, making him think you were about to kiss him when you kicked him in the shin. “Oh!” You fained shock as he grunted in pain “My apologies Ser, I have always been quite clumsy.” Your concerned and shock demeanor dropped as you began to walk away. He began to spit some curse your way when you stomped on his foot. “If you’ll excuse me, my Lord.” 

As you walked forward a few steps before the man grabbed ahold of your wrist.

“You northern who-” He was interrupted by Podrick’s voice. 

“My Lady, the Queen wishes to have a word with you.” He spoke louder than usual. His eyes were wide and looked almost angry. 

You ripped your hand away from the man's grasp and walked with Podrick out of the room. 

“What does she want?” You asked, rubbing your wrist. 

“Nothing, I made that up.” He said avoiding your gaze as you both walked down the hall. 

“You made that up?” You looked at him with wide eyes, he nodded still avoiding your gaze. “Well, thank you.” You said softly. 

He’d walked you all the way to your chambers with no other words were exchanged between the two of you, other than the occasional glance at one another. You had reached your chambers door, you looked over at him as you began to open the door. 

He was ready to nod and walk away when you said, “Podrick,” To which his eyes went directly to yours. You didn’t say another word, just walked into your chambers leaving the door open. 

He hesitated for a moment, but walked in after you. 

He stood there, showing just how intimidated he was. 

As you kicked your shoes off, and removed the necklace Margery allowed you to barrow for the night, you looked over your shoulder to him “Close the door.” You said softly, and so he did. 

As you turned to him and began to walk towards him, his eyes subconsciously went from your eyes to your cleavage. Now more exposed now that you’d removed your necklace. He couldn’t help it really. Your corset and gown were truly putting them on display, and the candle light from your room made your skin glow beautifully. You smirked when you noticed, making him swallow hard and return his gaze to your eyes. He was going to apologize but you reached for his hand making him choke back any words he had. 

You held his hand, looking at his now healed cut, now formed scar across the palm of his hand. 

You trailed the scar with your finger tip. 

“You’re seducing me-” He finally found some courage to spit out some words.

“You feel seduced?” You still held his hand, still admiring your work on his hand.

“Yes- I mean, it is intentional isn’t it?” He stammered, somehow a little out of breath.

“Do you want it to be?” You looked at him with a grin and mischievous grin.

“I don’t want to offend you-” He said softly, looking away.

“So you don’t?” You let go of his hand,

“No- no,” His eyes went wide as he stammered, “I want you to, want to seduce me.” He winced at his own words, not knowing how to phrase it.

“Why would that offend me?” You smiled softly, holding back a giggle.

“I am just a squire, my Lady.” He shook his head looking down

“And here in King's Landing, I am just a handmaiden they send to patch up knights and Lords.” You said softly 

“You are Lady Mormont.” He said, it made you smile. No one had given such respect to your name in so long. 

“You’re sweet.” You brushed his short hair around his ear with your fingertips “Have you ever seduced a woman?” You asked sweetly, you knew the rumors of the whore house, but didn’t know if you could believe it.

“No, no, not really.” He said like we were being honest… maybe he was.

“Show me how you would.” You said looking up at him with sleepy eyes.

“What do you mean?” 

“How do you think I was seducing you?”

“You, made me… feel-” he stammered.

“Mhmm, so try to make me feel…” 

He stepped closer to you, meekly, his head lowered. He reached out and lightly ran his hand over your hair. Taking a strand of it and looking at it, admiring the color of it, and its texture. He looked into your eyes, his head still lowered. 

“You are beautiful.” His hand then went from your hair, to trailing his hand gently down your arm and grabbing your hand softly. He played with your fingers, again, gently. 

“I believe you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known.” He didn’t stammer, his voice was earnest, and gentle.

“This is wooing, not seducing.” You smiled and corrected him as if he were acting, genuinely thinking he were making it up. 

“I’m not trying to do either, my Lady.” Your smile dropped, “I just wish to be near you.��� 

“You shouldn’t.” You said pulling your hand away.  “How we first met, tell me that.” 

“Lord Slynt ordered you to pour him wine-”

“And I spit in it.”

“He deserved it.”

“I lied to him, and your lord.” 

“Not to me.”

Your hardened gaze softened “No, no not to you” You lowered your head avoiding his eyes. afraid you’d melt in his sweetness. found yourself feeling that warm feeling in your chest again. You reached for his fingers with your own. interlocking your index finger with his. 

“You are- different.” He stammered a bit “Special.” He corrected, thinking it sounded more flattering. 

“You really are sweet. I don’t believe I've met a man so sweet as you.” He smiled, and in turn you smiled back, “You are shy, more so normally than you are now.” 

He let out a small chuckle “I still feel shy.” He said as he looked down smiling

“Are you too shy for me to kiss you?”

Instead of responding to you he cupped your face in his hands. So gently it was as if you were made of the finest porcelain in the realm. He leaned in and kissed your lips. Soft and again, gentle. but also passionate and almost lustful. You were surprised how well he kissed. No, he didn’t kiss well, his kiss was intoxicating somehow. Maybe it was the wine on his lips or just skill. you couldn’t help but let out the smallest whimper into his mouth. It made him pull away and go wide eyed. 

“You’re quite good at that.” You said wide eyes, catching your breath a bit.

“I apologize-“ He said, still holding your head in his hands.

“For what?”

“I should have asked you first,”

“Too late for that now,” you said, slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss. Your lips fell into a perfect rhythm as his hands moved to your ribs, careful not to touch your breasts. his thumbs moved against your ribs slowly and gently. 

You’d never felt this way with a man before. Normally it was sweaty, sloppy, and you ended it burnt out and covered in spit. This was like a dance, like you and he had kissed in every life. 

You felt terrified. An emotion you rarely ever felt. 

What if he was like every other man. They whisper sweet things in your ears, promises, and compliments. Then once they lifted your skirts and humped into you a few times they’d leave. You felt hurt the first time, maybe the second time too. But after that it was expected. So you never let yourself become invested in a man again. You used them as they used you. 

But this was different, this wasn’t only lust, there was something more. But was this feeling only yours, or did you share it? You needed to test him, only you didn’t know quite how. 

“Stop” You whispered in his mouth as you kissed, it made him stop immediately, and he stepped away from you, breathless. 

“I- I’m sorry” He said about to go for the door before you stopped him grabbing his arm.

“No,” 

“But you said-” 

“I can’t bed you like this.” You said running your hands on the tight fabric of your gown.

“Bed me?” He asked as if he had choked, it made you smile.

“Will you wait here for me?” You asked, petting his cheek, and he nodded slightly confused.

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You had gone into the bathing room that was attached between your room and Margery’s. You bathed quickly, washed your hair, washed your face of its makeup, and slipped into your night dress. The only thing you wore to cover your nakedness. 

As you opened the door you saw Podrick lighting the fireplace in your room. He stood as he heard you open the door and looked in your direction as he said, “I thought you might be cold-” He was cut off by the sight of you. His eyes were enamored by the sight of you. 

You hadn’t shown him this side of you. Totally free of glamor and shine. “Thank you,” You said as you walked towards him. 

As you stood in front of him he still couldn’t let out any words. “Do you… not like it?” 

He shook his head quickly, “This is the most I have ever seen of you.” he placed a hand on your cheek. “You are truly the most beautiful woman I have ever known.” 

You searched his eyes for a hint of deceit and found none. You took the hand he placed on your cheek and sat down on the fur carpet that laid in front of the fireplace, pulling him down with you. You looked at the scar on his hand again, this time placing a kiss on the scar. 

“Thank you for what you did tonight.” He looked slightly confused, “The lie you told.” You explained.

“I didn’t want to interrupt, but then I saw how he grabbed you.” He looked down, now beginning to simmer, “No one should grab you like that.” He said in a lower tone. “If I’d a sword, I wouldn’t have to tell a lie.” He became angered thinking of it.

You moved closer to him, beginning to undo the clasps on the front of his top. He looked intimidated again suddenly, “A sword hm?” He nodded, “What would you have told him?” 

“To unhand you, or I’d remove his hand.” He said, with a darker tone of voice, it made you smile as you pulled his red leather top off, leaving him in his tunic. 

“One day you’re going to be the only honorable knight in all of Westeros.” You saw heat rush to his cheeks when you said those words. “A big strong shining warrior.” You said crawling closer to him. 

“You’re seducing me again.” He said staring at your lips, his eyes drifted downwards again to your cleavage again now further exposed by the thin fabric and the angle you were in from crawling to him. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked in a whisper,

He shook his head “No,” He said, grasping your face in his hands kissing you so deeply you let out a small moan into his lips, only making him kiss you deeper. 

His hands roamed your sides, as yours gripped the back of his neck and roamed his chest down to his stomach.

When your hand reached his stomach you felt his muscles twitch and he let out a small groan. The sound of his groan made you clench your thighs together. 

Mixed with the sounds of your breathless whimpers he felt himself stiffening, “Can I touch you?” He whispered in your ear, you nodded and he whispered back “Thank you,” As his hands cupped your breasts. He let out a moan into your mouth as he groped you, feeling the plumpness of your breasts. You couldn’t take it anymore and began to lift your night dress. You stopped yourself however, not wanting to push him, 

“Is this okay?” You asked, and he nodded frantically. To which you smiled and lifted the rest of it off. His hands gripped your breasts tighter, and his mouth moved from yours to your neck and shoulder. 

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered against your hot skin, repeating it over and over again. 

One of your hands petted his hair, while the other went over his stomach to his now tenting trousers. You heard him moan into your neck and his hands gripped you tighter, making you moan in return. 

“You sound beautiful too,” He whispered 

“Take this off” You said much less elegantly as you pulled at the fabric of his shirt. As he did you laid down on the fur carpet under you. Looking up at him as he removed his tunic. You smiled up at him, “You’re quite pretty too.” 

He shook his head in awe of you, “Not like you… You could be a painting,” He said, dropping to his knees. He leaned down and kissed your lips. Both your lips at this point were slightly swollen, but that didn’t stop either of you from continuing. Kissing with a new kind of passion. 

You felt, for a moment, this might be much more. And if it was, you didn’t want to hide from him at all. You pulled away from his lips as you blurted out, 

“I’ve been with men before you.” breathlessly, “I feel I should be honest with you.” You felt even more naked revealing that, you felt heat spread across your face.

“That’s alright.” He nodded, trying to reassure you. “And I- I have- I’ve been with women before you.” 

Your eyes went wide, you thought back to the rumors you’d heard. “You have?” You shook your head to yourself trying to shake those thoughts out of your head. “That’s alright.” You said looking back at him, you smiled softly “It is, it’s alright.” You felt a hint of excitement, pulling him back into your body and to your lips. 

You two kissed for a moment until his mouth ran down to your neck, covering your body in as many kisses as he could, making you giggle. Giggle until you feel his thumb run down the slit of your folds. Which made you gasp slightly and then smile at him, and he smiled back. 

He leaned down and began to kiss and suck on your breasts. 

You felt yourself becoming a wet and sticky mess and his thumb continued to roll up and down the slit of your folds, masterfully avoiding your clit, teasing you. 

Finally his index and middle finger parted you, while his thumb gently teased your clit. 

“Mmmmmm” you let out as you closed your eyes. 

“Do you like that?” he asked softly into your breasts, all you could do was nod as he applied more pressure. 

his teeth grazed your nipple with expertise. As though he knew just the right amount to use, how much you liked. 

He continued to kiss, suck on, and sometimes lightly bite your breasts. You felt yourself clenching around nothing as he moaned soft praises into your skin. while he kept circling your clit. 

It was beginning to be too much and not enough. “More,” you whined, “Your fingers.” you said. 

He nodded, “Show me, show me what you like.” 

you reached your hand below, rubbing your clit only a little, then you pushed a finger in. He watched as your eyes closed from the pleasure

He inserted his finger alongside yours, feeling how you moved your own finger inside you. 

The extra digit in you stretched you so nicely, you let out a small sigh as you smiled at him and he smiled back at you.

You inserted a second finger, and he followed suit. The stretch burned slightly, it had been a while since you had been with a man, and now already you’d four fingers inside you. Albeit two were smaller than the other two but still. You whined a little as you winced slightly. It made him lean down and kiss your lips. 

“You’re wonderful” he said as he kissed your jaw and your neck, pumping his fingers in you with your own guiding him. You then removed your fingers, content to let him take control. 

His fingers knew when to curl and when to relax, when to push against the soft spot in you, and knew just the right speed. No man had ever known how to draw out such pleasure from simply his fingers with you. 

“Podrick-“ you gasped at certain curl of his fingers, 

“My lady?” he said into your lips, 

“Call me my name,” you said into his, 

“(Y/N)…(Y/N)..(Y/N)…(Y/N)..” he repeated softly as he kissed your cheek, then your other cheek, then your forehead, then your eyelids, nose, and finally your lips. 

You took his face into your hands, as gently as he took yours in his. You kissed him sweetly, as you pulled away you whispered “I want to make you feel good,” 

He smiled and let out a small chuckle “I feel very good,” 

You shook your head and rubbed your palm onto his tenting trousers, making him close his eyes tightly, “I want you to feel even better.” 

Your touching continued until he was grunting and bucking into your hand, “I- I have to take these off.” He said with a bit of shame as he fumbled with the strings of his trousers. You gladly helped him with a smile on your flushed face. 

As he was freed from his pants, you took him in your hand, looking at his cock. It was bigger than you had expected, and by far the prettiest one you’d seen. Most were crooked, too thin, or too wide but his was perfect. 

“Pretty thing you’ve got there,” You said with a smile as you pulled him into another kiss. 

As you did you pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, slinging your leg over his body. 

He looked flustered with your boldness but pleased. “Thank you,” he responded. 

“You’re welcome,” You said as you lined his cock, slick with precum against your entrance. His hands gripped your hips as you lowered yourself, pushing him inside of you. 

You let out the prettiest of moans from your lips as did he. 

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as you grinded him into you, in and out. The way his cock twitched inside of you hit the soft spot in you so deliciously each time, making you moan even louder. 

You looked down at him, you ran your hand against his cheek as he looked back at you with a soft smile while moans left his lips.

The look in his eyes as he watched you squirm and whimper was a look you were not accustomed to.

All of the sudden, he pulled you down and rolled you onto your back. You were face to face, his arms wrapped around your body and yours around his. Your legs around his waist as he bucked into you, again and again. The way he did it, was as if he had done it a thousand times before. 

He moved his hands to hold your face, and his other to hold your hand. 

His thumb rubbed against your cheek, sweetly. Just before it left your cheek and trailed down your body to your cunt. Rubbing your clit in circles. 

He could feel you clenching around him, his speed picked up and his mouth returned to your nipples. But his hand never left yours. 

“I’m cuming, Podrick, I- mmhmm” You whined, only making him speed up even more. 

You felt your legs shake, your toes curl, and the pressure in your stomach snap and the warmth in your core spread around his cock. You let out the prettiest of moans as you came. You gripped his hand tightly. And he peppered your chest and your neck in kisses. “I want you to cum,” You whispered as he continued to fuck into you.

“So warm… so wet.” He whimpered against your neck, “Gods, I need you.” 

His thrusts in you became more and more erratic, you anticipated his cum filling you, you anticipated the heat that would fill you. You wanted it, badly. You smiled as you saw his face contort knowing it was coming, but he pulled out and came on the ground next to you. 

You whined a little, “I wanted it,” You said in a whisper. 

“You?-” He looked confused “You wanted it?” 

You nodded, pouting a little. 

“Why?” He asked, not being able to understand it, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to- to sully your body.” He said, sweet sentiment. 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈꒱꒱

After he cleaned it up, you had gotten in bed. 

He dressed himself back in his tunic and walked over to you where you pulled him into your bed. 

He held you against his body, and you held him back. He just stared into your eyes, as he pet your cheek. He admired the way you looked against the light of the fire. His eyes trailed down your body and he saw the bruises he left from his kisses on your breasts. His thumb grazed over them as he said “I’m sorry, I-’ 

“You did nothing wrong,” You said as you gripped his face and pulled him down to kiss his lips. “Do you think your Lord misses you?” You asked jokingly. 

“I think he is too drunk to notice.” He said smiling at you, “What about your Lady?” 

“I think she was too involved in Joffrey to notice.” You said with a giggle. 

“Sleep with me tonight?” You asked softly, 

He nodded and he wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his face into your neck.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

When you woke up, you were alone. 

You felt a little betrayed but you knew he had duties. 

Later that day you were ordered to check on Lord Tyrion’s injuries as the Maester was too busy to see to it himself. 

When you knocked on the door to Tyrion's chambers Bronn answered the door, he eyed you up and down, making you roll your eyes. 

“My Lord,” You said walking into Tyrion’s chambers, brushing past Bronn and avoiding his gaze. 

“Ah, the bear girl.” Tyrion said,

“(Y/N) Mormont, my Lord.” Podrick attempted to correct him, which made Bronn huff and roll his eyes. But you smiled at him, and he smiled back. 

“Yes, Podrick, I know her name. My family is holding her captive after all.” 

You smirked at his admission, ‘How’re you feeling?” You asked as you sat a leather bag of medicines and supplies on a table. 

“Oh quite pleasurable.” Tyrion said sarcastically,

You turned towards him, dropping your concerned demeanor “I need to know if it stings or itches, if it’s infected, it could spread to your eyes, you’ll go blind, it could spread to your sinuses which could make you go deaf, and if it spreads to your brain you’ll die."

“You’re a gentle flower aren’t you?” 

“Always have been. The Flower of Bear Island they called me.” You said sarcastically with crossed arms, making Tyrion huff a chuckle, “Yes and now they call me bear girl and whore, so if you could be so kind and cooperate I can see to it that you don’t die.” 

Podrick held back a smile at your strength.

“Alright, no burning, itching, or stinging. Satisfied?” Tyrion said as you sat beside him.

“Somewhat…” You said while examining the cut. 

Podricks eyes were entranced by the way your eyes darted around the Lord's scar, how you examined it with such expertise. How your eyebrows narrowed and your lips pouted slightly when you focused intensely on something. How when you wrapped a new bandage around the Lord's face you bit on your bottom lip. As he stared at your lips he thought of your first kiss, how warm and soft your lips were, he thought of your sweet taste. He wanted to grab your face and do it all over again. He was so deep into his fantasy he hadn’t even noticed Tyrion had called his name twice.  

Bronn smacked Podricks head, making him snap out of it as Tyrion repeated himself again. 

“Pod, see Lady Mormont to her chambers.” 

“Yes, my Lord.” Podrick nodded

“Oh I'm sure the lad would love that.” Bronn said as you and Podrick left the room.

Once the door to Tyrion's chamber was closed you turned to Podrick with narrowed eyes. 

“You told them?” You asked with venom.

“No, no, no I wouldn’t.” He stammered, not wanting you to believe he would do such a thing to you, “I wouldn’t. I believe I am just not very good at concealing my… interest in you.” He said softly so no one would hear. 

It made you smile. 

“I am sorry I couldn’t stay, My Lady. This morning, I couldn’t stay, Lord Tyrion would have sent someone for me.” He said softly again.

“I told you, you can call me by my name.” You said not willing to say it was alright but not willing to say it wasn’t. “Did you forget it, Podrick?” You teased him

“No, no (Y/N)” He said your name with a smile.

“Good, I thought your interest in me had finally subsided.” 

“I don’t think it could.” 

It made you smile again, 'seven hells' you thought, falling for such things.

You looked around and saw no one in the hall, you pulled him into another kiss.

NOTE:sowwy this took so long, i wuv you!

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[ohmy-zabrak]

🌙 Have this part of my wip because we need more silly Hound content 🌙

"Oh, have a cock do you?" The Hound snorts.

"I do, it's massive. Bigger than your's even."

To Bronn and Tyrion's surprise...the Hound giggles. "Let's see it then."

The sound of rustling blankets through the wall.

"No, he's shy," Lady Alice says. "Knock it off, you're scaring him!" She giggles.

The sounds of wrestling.

"There's no cock here-"

Alice yelps but it turns into a moan.

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[mrsarnasdelicious]

Heya! Can I please request a fic with bronn? Where the reader teases him all day to try an make him let his control slip an it ends with rough smut like biting an dirty talk

Aight, here goes nothing, sorry if this sucks.

He sleeps in, like he always does. He is home, so he can exploit the calmth, you suppose. Yet somehow you don't think a kinght such as he should really let his guard down like this.

So you hatch a plan.

You tuck the sleeping furs away and find your sleeping knight hard below. You don't have to wonder what he is dreaming about. He rolls his hips in his sleep and groans softly. You smirk, crawling under the covers to kiss at his thighs and cock. Though you don't take him into his mouth. Bronn groans again, but does not seem to rouse. You huff and bite his thigh. Another sharp groan sounds from him, but still he does not stirr. "Very well, you asked for this." You hiss, giving his cock a firm likc and then huffing out of the bed chamber.

Bronn comes into your study only fifteen minutes later. And you can just feel he is supremely grumpy. "Good morning, my love." You get up and kiss his cheek. You cup his crotch for a good squeeze, though right after, you leave your study.

You keep this up, all day long. You give him a taste of your affection and then you leave. And eventually it turns into a game of cat and mouse. Every time Bronn has found you, you reward him with a little bit more.

Until Bronn has had enough.

Late in the afternoon, Bronn finds you in the Godswood.

"What are you playing at?" He growls. You feel the steel of his dagger against your throat. You shudder in delight. This is what you want from him. "What do you mean, my love?" You cooe. You are going to test his limits. And you know he will fight back. But that is what you like. His dagger cuts ever so carefully into your throat, drawing a few drops of blood. You moan and squirm a little, rubbing your arse against his crotch. Bronn groans loudly.

"Don't fuck with me." He growls in your ear. "Not, but how else are you supposed to get me with child?" You purr. A few more drops of blood dribble down your throat. You have Bronn well and pissed off now. Perfectly where you want him to.

He begins rucking up your skirts with one hand. The other still holds the dagger to your throat. You smirk and push back on him some more. Bronn swears under his breath. "My breeches." He barks. "Yes, my love." You cooe. You reach behind you and undo the fastenings of his breeches. "Get my cock." Bronn growls. "Yes, my love." You cooe again.

You fish his cock from breeches, slowly jerking him off, even though he is already full hard. Bronn groans darkly. His fingers easily find your clit and he rubs you, hard and fast. You whimper, it hurts a little, but the pleasure is greater.

"I need you wet." Bronn barks.

"Yes my love." You demure. You are already dripping. Bronn plunges two fingers in your wanting core. You can't help a loud moan. Bronn swears loudly. "You are already gushing, you little whore." He snarls. He lines himself up after having pulled out his fingers. You tense momentarily, anticipation drawing your muscles taut. Bronn cares little for the state of you. He just needs to fuck you.

And fuck you he does.

He lines his cock up with your dripping cunt and shoves forward. He pushes himself all the way home in one fell thrust. You cry out in pleasure. "Gods." Bronn grunts, slowly pulling back out, almost all the way.

And then he starts fucking you. There is no mercy about it. He is ploughing you with all the frustration he has got. And you can only moan. This is exactly why you do what you do. Your Lord husband is beyond all control and that is what you were aiming for. It is so good when he goes in no holds barred.

His fingers bunch in your skirts. He pulls the cloth so hard he almost tears it. And he fucks you so hard you can barely stand upright. Not to mention the noises are obscene. You moan from the top of your lungs. The servants will certainly know. But you don't care, this is exactly what you want.

This is precisely why you love pushing your husbands buttons.

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[vikingstoner69]

Bronn/Reader:Fuck Away The Pain

Fandom:Game of thonres

pairing:Bronn/Reader

Warning: This is noting but pure smut. Anal,Dirty talk, snaping, oral, V in P

Summery: Your lover cheats on you so you deal with the pain and Bronn is up for the task. 

P.S. I am making a speacle tag that will take you to all my fic. I have been working on some things for this blog. The tag is #VikingsArmy

You were Hurt and pissed off. How dare he cheat on you! How dare he lie and use you! After everything you had don. e for him and now this! You were done! With a smirk on your face you head to Bronn's room and knock on the door and you grin when it opens. 

"It's late love" he smirks down at you taking in everything about you. Bronn was your best friend but lately you found him attractive. And you knew he could help you get what you needed. You walk into the room and turn to look at him. 

“I know, Do you remember what you said the other night?” you ask your mind going back to the night when he said he would fuck you all you had to do was ask. 

Oh Aye love" he grins, closing the door and taking a step close to you. You open your robe and it falls to your feet leaving you standing naked in front of him. You watch as his eyes goes dark. You walk over to him  and grab the back of his neck and pull his face closer to yours. 

"Fuck me bronn, hard" you say against his lips before your lips crashed. His hands tangle in your hair and kisses down your neck. 

"What about 'what's his face'" he grins in your neck and you moan as he bites the soft spot behind your ear. 

"I don't want to talk about him, why are you still dressed?" You growl pulling at his shirt making him chuckle. Once he is fully naked you lick your lips and drop to your knees and grin up at him. 

"Not gonna lie I have thought about fucking you for years now" you grin as you grab his cock and give it a guick stroke before you suck the tip and moan around him. 

"Seven hells!" He groans and grabs your hair. Bronn tries to hold as still as he can and you pull off with a pop and look up at him. 

"Don't hold back, Fuck me, take control of me" You grin and lick his tip making him shiver he groans and grabs your hair and starts to thrust and you suck hard on his cock making him groan as he fucks your face. you moan and gag as he fucks your throat you could feel how wet you were. you pull off with a loud wet pop and grin as you stand up leaving his wet cock to bob up and down with each beat of his heart. 

"You best be getting on that bed love" he smirks and wraps his hand in your hair and pulls you in for a deep kiss and he nips at your lip making you gasp and he shoves his tounge in your mouth making you moan. you cling to him kissing him back just as hard and roughly as he was kissing you. You grab his fingers and place them on your clit and you moan and he groans when he feels how wet you are and he has bearlly touched you. He runs one hand down to your breast and rolls a nipple in his fingers making you break the kiss and cry out. Bronn pushes you and you fall on the bed naked but your legs were closed so he could not see your soaked center.

"Let me see that gorgeous cunt love" he growls and strokes his hard cock. You moan as you watch him and your legs fall open showing him everything making him groan. 

"Please bronn" you beg your hands starting to room your body. He gets to rhe end of the bed and grabs your ankle and starts to kiss and bite his way up your body. He finally made it to your soaked center and looks up at you from between your legs and you watch as he licks his lips. 

"All in good time love, but first i'm finally gonna eat your cunt like i have thought of doing for years" he says before spreeding your lower lips and sucking your clit into his mouth making your hips buck and you to cry out. Your hands go into his long hair holding him to you. 

"Oh! Fuck Bronn!" you cry out as he eats your cunt as if it was the best thing he had ever tasted. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge and when he shoved a finger in your cunt you were done for.

 You cum hard, your vision going white and you could hear a ringing as your body felt like it was floating. When you can finally see once again you grin up at bronn. You pull him down for a deep kiss and moan when you taste yourself on his tongue. You wrap your legs around his waist and flip you both till he is on body. His cock is trapped under you rubbing your cunt and your clit making you roll your hips and moan. 

"I want to ride you" you moan and roll your hips again his hands hold onto your hip and thigh his hold one shade being too tight. You knew there would be marks and bruises and you loved it. 

"I'm never one to deny a lady love" he smirks his hands going up to your breasts and you line yourself up and slowly sink down on his cock making you both moan at the feeling. 

"Oh fuck!" You moan your nails leaving marks on his chest behind. You roll your hips and start to bounce on his cock. You moan and cry out as he thrusts up with a grunt he flips you both back over on so you are now on the bottom. Bronn pulls out, making you whine at being empty. He flips you till you're on your hands and knees he could see all of you. Soaking wet, all for him. He thrusted back into you full force making the bed jerk and you cry out as he fucks you. 

"Go ahead love scream my fucking name" he growls smacking your ass and you cry out. 

"Bronn!" You cry out and thrust back, taking him deeper. He smacks your ass hard. 

"Louder, let everyone know who is fucking you this good" he growls pounding into you his hold on your hips borderline painful. You moan when you feel something wet at your tight unused hole. You whine and tighten around him making him growl. His finger slips in your ass and you scream his name as you cum hard. You tighten so hard around him you drag him over with you and he cums with a groan of your name. You plop face down on the bed and he moves after kissing your neck. You look over at him as you both pant. 

"We should have done that a long time ago" you laugh and strach and roll so you're cuddled to his side. 

"Aye we should, I'll be more than happy to do it any time anywhere" he smirks and you grin up at him. 

"Small nap then round two?" You ask and he pulls you so he is holding you. 

"Aye love" he grins and you close your eyes and listen to his heartbeat as you drift to sleep.

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[pinkykats-place]

Sandor Clegane x Reader Insert Fics

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Disclaimers!

Stories and Gif are NOT mine.

Some contain mature content.

Readers are mostly female.

Note: if you read and enjoy any of these stories - please like, leave a comment and/or reblog original post!

In the North

Summary: they had a relationship before they had to part ways and so they get reunited when reader is sent with Jorah by Daenarys to get a white walker, Beric and Thoros is in disbelief that Sandor can be able of loving someone

Love?

Sandor Clegane x Stark!Reader

Opposites Attract

Sandor Clegane x fem!reader

The Kennel Master’s Daughter

Sandor x female!Reader

Sandor Clegane x fem!nurse!reader

Warnings: none it's fluffy

Summary: Back at the time when Joffrey was king, the king's guard got into a fight with the people of flea bottom ending up with many of them injured including Sandor Clegane himself. What will happen when out of all the nurses only Y/N is brave enough to help him?

A Hound Will Die For You But Never Lie To You 

Trigger warnings: NSFW, swearing, all the usual Game Of Thrones warnings.

Rating: M (It jumps right in there so if that’s triggering for you I’d suggest skipping it)

Summary: Imagine being the one to gentle the rage inside Sandor Clegane.

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x Reader (gender neutral).

Everything

Summary: A little drabble about Sandor’s feelings for the reader.

Scarred

Summary: Request from anon: I have a request! Sandor/Reader where the reader is being really lovey with Sandor and kissing him everywhere and she kisses his scarred side and he pushes her away but eventually gives in because she’s persistent that she will kiss him there and that he doesn’t have to worry because she loves his face.

An unexpected scene

NSFW Fic

Angered Beasts

Request: Hi can I request a drabble where the reader is one of joffreys playthings, like sansa is, and she runs into the hound after a beating? Something a little fluffy, please x

Warning: Mentions of violence and slight blood, female reader

Bathing in a tub with Sandor - drabble

Last Night

Fem!Stark!Reader

Request: Are requests still open? If so, please could I request a Hound x Stark reader where they confess their feelings for each other before they fight the Night King?

Good Dog

Warnings: Spoiler!,Fluff, swearing

Summary: Reader is found in the snow 

Hounds and Gingers

Summary: a short, fluffy imagine

An Urgent Confession

(female reader)

Summary: A little story about the reader reminiscing of a moment between her and Sandor 

A Hound’s Jealousy

Just a short little jealous!Hound request

Warnings: jealous Sandor, handsy guy

A Good Punishment

Summary: a handmaid is given to the King’s dog

Another Drink

Summary: rough smut with Sandor after he’s sees you with Bronn

Meeting at Winterfell

Summary: Imagine being a Stark and meeting Sandor Clegane at Winterfell

Imagine Sandor realizing that Tormund has a crush on you

Jealous Sandor…

Sharing a Bed with the Hound

Awkward Fluff!

To Break the Spell

Summary: Beauty & the Beast au

Imagine it’s you who Sandor takes away from Kings Landing during the Battle of Blackwater Bay

Series: More Than Our Servitude

Sandor Clegane x Fem!Reader

Summary: You lived your life as one of the washerwomen of the Red Keep, only seeing the Hound in passing. Still, when the madness of the Battle of Blackwater erupted, he came for you. The Hound is weary from battle, but you try and soothe what little you can.

Our Family

Sandor x wife!Reader

Summary: Sandor enjoys spending the day with his wife and son

His Queen

Sandor x female Reader

Sandor is soft with joffery’s wife

Sandor’s Secret

Sandor x fem!Reader

Summary: Sandor has a secret hidden away from everyone.

Series: Fox and the Hound

Sandor x Reader

Summary: 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. 

Secret Wife (female reader)

Based on this request:  Can you do something with Sandor secretly having a wife. Maybe they met when he was serving king Robert and they met when she was hunting and eloped after a few years. She left before the battle of Blackwater because Sandor didn’t want her getting wrapped up in that so They meet again in Winterfell and no one can actually believe it.  

WITH THIS ADDED: Sandor and reader in a somewhat secret relationship. Tormund keeps hitting on reader in front of Sandor and finally his jealousy gets the better of him and he makes a loud declaration of their love. 

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[weemssapphic]

Hi! Thank you for writing my request last time (Lipstick stains) and I love it! I just love your writing and I couldn't stop myself from requesting another one...

I found this phrase on Pinterest and I thought this would be a perfect smut for either Larissa x Reader or Brienne x Reader...

"I could explain how horny you make me, but I'd rather have you stick your fingers inside me and feel for yourself."

Have fun writing! :3

hello! thank you so much 🥰 i've written quite a lot of larissa smut lately and there's so much more coming so i've chosen brienne this time, i hope you don't mind! it also took quite the different turn but the phrase is in there 😂 i hope you like it <3 as usual, ao3 link in title.

warnings/content: nsfw - pwp, thigh riding, fingering + cunnilingus (r receiving), hair-pulling, fluffy ending (oops ^^)

words: ~2k

Satisfied

Brienne of Tarth x fem!reader

You pace the length of your girlfriend’s chambers, waiting for her to get back from a late meeting with the Small Council. These meetings were often held at the local brothel, mostly at the insistence of Tyrion and Bronn, ending the night with wine and women aplenty. Once the official part of the meeting was done with, Brienne would return to her chambers, greeting you with a kiss and filling you in on everything that had been discussed - mostly letting off steam about the incessant lewdness she’d had to deal with throughout the evening.

You would kneel by her side in front of the hearth, nodding in sympathy and tracing soothing patterns along her skin until she’d calmed down enough to join you in bed, cuddling until the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was the purest form of bliss, having Brienne’s strong arms wrapped around your middle, feeling her warm breath tickling the skin of your neck, hearing her heavy, even breathing over the crackling of the fire. Intimacy in its sweetest, most domestic form.

Tonight, though, you had other plans. This morning, you’d woken up with a dull ache between your thighs. Brienne had been about to take care of you, fingers grazing your cunt, when you were interrupted by an urgent knock on the door - the Lord Commander’s presence was requested by King Bran. Of course it was. You’d let out a frustrated huff, watching your girlfriend as she dressed quickly in her armor and left you with a peck on the lips and an apologetic smile.

You’d tried to satisfy yourself after that, but nothing you did to yourself could hold a candle to the way Brienne could make you feel and your desperation had only grown as the day wore on. Your thoughts ran rampant all day with images of Brienne’s fingers inside of you, pumping and twisting, Brienne’s warm mouth on your pussy, licking and sucking, Brienne, Brienne, Brienne.

The door to her chambers opens and the Lord Commander herself walks in.

“Brienne.” You smile warmly, instinctively wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her down towards you for a kiss. It starts soft, it always does, but as you become aware, once again, of the heat spreading in your abdomen, you press your lips more insistently into hers.

You let out a low whine, tongue swiping at Brienne’s lower lip, begging her to let you into her mouth. She acquiesces, reciprocating your own urgency and bringing her hands roughly to your waist, pulling you flush against her.

You take a few steps back into the room, pulling her with you as you go, attached at the lips. Brienne is the first to pull away, taking a deep, steadying breath and pressing her forehead into your own.

“Not that I don’t enjoy a warm welcome, but…” Brienne arches an eyebrow in question.

“Brienne, I need you,” you mewl pathetically, cupping her cheek and nipping at her lips. “You left me hanging this morning, and I have been able to think of nothing else all day.” There’s a desperation in your voice that isn’t lost on the knight, and the blood rushes to her cheeks as your words register in her head.

“Perhaps we should take care of that,” she murmurs into your lips, pulling you back towards the bed.

Her boldness makes you grin, a wetness pooling between the apex of your thighs. Brienne had been so shy at the beginning of your relationship, and was still sometimes hesitant to take the lead in the bedroom. But she was always eager to do whatever it took to please you, and you were enthralled with how she was, slowly but surely, beginning to open up sexually.

You move to straddle the expanse of one of her thighs, busying your hands with the laces at the front of your dress. Brienne’s eyes drift down to your cleavage, drinking in the expanse of your exposed skin, breathing quickening. 

As your hands move to explore your girlfriend’s armor and eventually find purchase on her waist, you begin to roll your hips, grinding your cunt into Brienne’s thigh. You feel her flex her muscle almost instinctively and a breathy moan escapes your lips. You’re already so wet for her, your juices staining your underwear and, beyond that, surely, Brienne’s pants.

Her face is flushed, pupils blown wide, mouth slightly agape. Her hands rest gingerly on the bed and you catch her fingers twitching. You imagine for the umpteenth time that day those long, slender fingers inside you, pumping and twisting, hitting your sweet spot. The thought alone draws another sinful moan from your throat.

You take Brienne’s hands in yours, still rhythmically grinding your pelvis onto her thigh, placing her hands on your hips just under the skirt of your dress as you pick up your pace. Her palms are warm on your skin and goosebumps ripple out from underneath them. Her touch starts out featherlight but as your moans grow louder, her grip tightens, fingers flexing against your hips, nails digging little half-moons into your flesh.

“C-can you…” you begin, a whine from your own throat cutting off your question.

“Can I?” Brienne’s own voice comes out a breathy mess, you can tell she’s trying to remain composed and you wonder how long she’ll be able to keep up the charade. She’s watching you with rapt attention, absolutely mesmerized by how you’re coming undone.

“C-can you flex again?” You grind down harder, trying desperately to find enough friction to send yourself over the edge, nearly seeing stars but not quite there yet. She flexes her thigh again, the muscle stretching taut against your sensitive bud and you find the extra friction you’re looking for.

You rut against her, allowing your head to fall into the crook of her neck. Brienne’s breath fans over your hair, her palms pushing you firmly down onto her lap as you float into your orgasm, thighs closing tightly around Brienne’s leg.

Brienne holds you steady as your breathing evens out. When you look up at her, there’s sweat on her brow and she’s gazing down at you with a hunger that sets you ablaze all over again.

She swallows thickly as you watch her. “Was that alright?”

Endearing.

"My dear Lord Commander,” you tease her with the use of her title, smirking at the woman and sliding off her lap to lean back onto the bed. “I could explain how horny you make me, but I'd rather have you stick your fingers inside me and feel for yourself."

Brienne’s eyes widen and she hesitates for a moment before crawling forward, nearly growling in frustration as her armor gets in the way. You laugh, leaning forward to cover Brienne’s fingers with your own as you help her with the straps of her armor, removing her shoulder plates and her chest plate, stripping her of the pieces one by one until she’s left in only her tunic and pants.

Your fingers come to the laces of your own dress, finishing what you’d earlier started and undoing them completely, watching the blood rush to Brienne’s face as you strip yourself bare. You lean back and allow your legs to fall open, rolling one of your nipples into a hardened peak between your fingertips as your other hand dips between your thighs to gather up the juices leaking out of your core.

You bring your fingers to your mouth, tasting your own arousal on your tongue, amused at the way Brienne is staring at you, stuck in some sort of limbo. Then, suddenly, she sets into motion, her lips crashing into yours in a bruising kiss, tongue fighting yours for dominance, a guttural moan forcing its way past her lips at your taste.

“You taste so good,” she moans as strong hands come to rest on your waist, fingertips pressing so hard you’re sure - you hope - they’ll leave bruises. 

“Touch me, Brienne,” you whisper against the taller woman’s lips.

Her fingers travel down your torso, brushing over the soft curls on your mound until they find your slick. She gasps when she feels how wet you are and you mewl in return. Her fingers start to explore your folds, running up the length of your slit, teasing your entrance before finding your clit and drawing tantalizing circles around the throbbing bud.

“Inside, please,” you gasp, wantonly bucking up your hips to chase her fingers. She slides a digit into your dripping entrance, waiting for a moment for you to get used to the sensation before adding a second and beginning to pump them slowly in and out.

Brienne settles between your legs so that she can latch her lips around your clit, sucking as if her life depends on it as her fingers continue to pump and curl inside of you, grazing at that sweet, spongy spot that has you writhing beneath her.

“That’s it, right there,” you groan, and Brienne hums in acknowledgement, the vibration against your pussy causing you to clench around her fingers. 

You weave your fingers into her golden tresses, nails digging into her scalp, pulling sharply at her hair, just like you know she likes it. “You like that?” You ask, giving her hair another tug. She whines, tonguing at your core with renewed fervor, fingers curling as you meet them with the thrusts of your hips.

“I want you to look at me when I come, Brienne,” you husk. Wide pools of sapphires gaze up at you, hazy with desire. Seeing the normally commanding knight a submissive, blushing mess, drinking from your core is enough to send you over the edge.

Your thighs begin to twitch as you reach your high, Brienne eagerly lapping up the juices that flow from your cunt. You press her face into your center, screwing your eyes shut and arching your back as everything around you begins to grow hazy, the coil behind your navel begins to unspool.

Brienne’s warm tongue soothes over your clit, your folds, the insides of your thighs, cleaning you up. She presses soft kisses to the tender flesh of your thighs, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin, then moving up to settle next to you.

Her lips are swollen, chin glistening with your arousal, hands roaming over your torso and pulling you into her. You soothe your tongue over her chin, her lips, humming at the taste of yourself on her.

She tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, fingertips lingering at your jaw. “Satisfied?” Blonde eyelashes flutter against pink cheekbones, a hint of a smirk tugs at her lips.

You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around your girlfriend, tugging her closer as you pepper her face with kisses. “Satisfied,” you confirm, tugging the furs on the bed around the both of you, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth.

“Let me hold you tonight?” You murmur in her ear. Brienne scoffs, a smart remark already on the tip of her tongue, but you arch your eyebrow and jut your chin out in defiance and she clamps her mouth shut. She knows better than to argue with you when you’ve got your mind set on something. Her eyes flicker between yours, searching, waiting for you to take back your words, but you hold firm and she nods. 

You reach out your arms and Brienne settles against you, shimmying into position until her back is pressed firmly against your front. You drape your arm over her waist, hand splayed across her stomach, burying your head in the crook of her neck and breathing in her scent. 

“Are you comfortable?” You whisper, breath fanning over her shoulder.

A beat.

A contented sigh.

“Yes.” Brienne’s voice is low and content. It’s the only reply you’ll get, but it feels like a victory nonetheless.

Silence, save for the crackling of the fire.

“Brienne?” Her breathing has begun to even out, so much so that you aren’t sure if she has fallen asleep.

“Yes?” Her voice is heavy with sleep.

“I love you, you know.”

You can hear the smile in her voice when she replies, her own hand coming to cover yours. “I love you, too, you know.”

x

major thank you as usual to @afeatherformills for beta reading! ily!

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𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 ✧

Dominik Mysterio x Carmelo Hayes x Fem!Black!Reader

Summary: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘬. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺- 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Word Count: 7,150 words A/N: I had to write for my 2 husbands, cause they are too fine! This took so long, hope ya'll enjoy! Warnings: Wrestling related violence, allusions to smut but no actual smut written, unwanted advances.

You wore a smirk on your face as you made your way into the arena, your NXT Women's championship shining brightly around your waist.

You reveled in the attention and turning of heads as you strutted to to a secluded corner. Your mini black dress showed off your curves, the long locks of your curly red wig adorned with golden hoops framing your beautiful face. You looked damn good and you knew it.

It wasn’t the attention from the people you wanted, though. But you’d get that soon enough.

You continued walking until you were in front of the locker room, knocking on the door. “Ilja, you in there? Everyone decent?” You didn’t want a repeat of last time.

A deep accented voice yelled back in response, “Come in love!” You pushed the door open and stepped inside, finding your best friend Ilija sitting on one of the benches, lacing up his boots. He looked up at you and gave you a warm smile that turned into a playful grin as he took in your attire.

"You look stunning, love. All this just to be by ringside for my match?" 

You giggled and gave Ilja a playful punch on the arm. "What can I say? You're a very lucky man."

Ilja chuckled, motioning to the empty spot next to him, and you slid onto the bench beside him. "That I am. And I'm gonna need some luck tonight against Bronn." 

You pursed your lips, a concerned look on your face. "You sure you want to do this? I don't want you to getting hurt for me." 

Ilja placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, his eyes meeting yours. "Don’t worry about me love. Bronn crossed a line with you, and it's time someone kicked his ass. And taking my pick for either the NXT or NXT North American Championships makes it all the more sweeter."

Ilja wasn’t lying, Bronn had taking a lying to you the past few weeks.

Whether it was because he was messing with Ilja and wanted to get under his skin by bothering you, you didn’t know. But what you did know was that you were sick and tired of him breathing down your neck constantly, not taking no for an answer and trying to corner you everywhere and get the two of you alone.

And trust me, you said no plenty of times.

You nodded in agreement, giving Ilja a grateful smile. "I'm glad I get a front row seat to his ass kicking."

"You sure you want to be that close? Especially with Melo and Dominik standing by? I don't want them trying to hurt you.”

You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile at the mention of them. So maybe your intentions with helping your friend weren't entirely innocent, so what! Two of the hottest men in NXT were interested in you, and you weren't about to pass up the opportunity to enjoy some eye candy while watching Ilja make Bronn regret every decision he made.

It all started a few weeks ago after you had a grueling match with Roxanne Perez. You were sweating and making your way to the back, wanting nothing more than to wash all of the pain away.

You were so out of it, not realizing you were walking on autopilot until you bumped into a hard chest. Your body collided with a solid wall, and a strong pair of arms reached out to steady you. Startled, you looked up to see Carmelo, his dark eyes locked onto yours, a faint hint of a smile on his lips.

"Whoa there, sweetheart. You okay?" he asked with genuine concern in his deep voice. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you stammered out a rare embarrassed apology.

"I, uh, I didn't see where I was going. My bad, Melo."

He chuckled, his gaze never leaving yours. "No need to apologize, sweetheart. We all saw the match you had. You killed it, by the way."

You chuckled and smiled at the praise. "Just champ stuff, you know how it is, you're the A champ after all." You pointed towards the shining NXT championship resting on his shoulder. "And trust me, you're a very good champion." you complimented with a playful wink.

Carmelo's grin widened at your flirty tone as he adjusted the title on his shoulder. "You think so, huh? Well, you know game recognizes game."

You raised an eyebrow and played along. "I see that. And what's the game plan here?"

Carmelo leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "The game plan, sweetheart, is to get to know you better." His eyes skimmed over your face, lingering on your lips, sending a shiver down your spine. His hungry gaze sent all the air out of your body, leaving you breathless.

But you weren't going to back down, especially this soon. You leaned in closer, your lips tantalizingly close to his ear.

"Is that right?" Your breath tickled his ear, and you could feel his body tense at your proximity.

Carmelo swallowed hard, his gaze never wavering from your lips. "That's right, sweetheart," he replied in a low, seductive voice. "And I think you want the same thing."

Your heart raced as his words sent a thrilling chill down through your body. "Maybe I do." you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper. Your lips brushed against his earlobe, making him shiver in response. "But you're gonna have to work for it."

Carmelo's hand gently cupped your cheek, and his dark eyes locked onto yours, "I can work with that." he murmured, stepping closer to you, closing the already minimal gap between the two of you. You gave him a sultry smile in response, but before you could speak, a voice echoed through the hallway.

"Look what we have here.” Carmelo rolled his eyes, dropping his hand from your cheek as the both of you pulled away from each other and turned to the cocky voice to see Dominik with a smirk on his face, making his way to you and Carmelo.

"What do you want, Dominik?" Carmelo groaned, giving him a dirty look that made him smirk wider, his eyes scanning over your body before finally meeting your eyes.

"Whoa whoa, calm down." Dominik held up his hands in mock surrender, smirk never leaving his face. "I just overheard this beauty talking about the A championship, so naturally I assumed you were talking about me."

He pointed to his championship belt sitting perfectly around his waist before turning his eyes back to you, extending a hand to you. "Finally nice to meet you, beautiful. And from one amazing champion to another, if you wanna hang out with the true champion instead of a phony, you know where to find me."

Carmelo's nostril's flared as you gave him an amused smile that made Dominik's heart beat out of his chest before accepting his hand. "A charmer. I like it." You held onto his hand a bit longer than necessary, a playful glint in your eye. "It's cute. But not as cute as the two of you fighting over who's the true champion when I'm the one holding it around my waist."

You let go of Dominik's hand and playfully patted the NXT Women's championship that adorned your waist. "But I like the confidence."

Instead of being offended like you thought he'd be, Dominik grinned widely, a heated look in his eyes as he gazed at you. "You're a feisty one, hermosa. I like you."

"And she doesn't like you, so how 'bout you go back to your 'Mami' and leave us alone." Carmelo cut in before you could respond, glaring at Dominik. Dominik glared right back, stepping closer to him.

"What, you jealous she likes me more than you?" Dominik taunted him, getting in his face. Carmelo clenched his jaw, squaring up to him, their faces inches apart.

"You wish. She's just being nice to you."

"Can't handle a little competition?" Dominik couldn't resist pushing Carmelo's buttons even further, a smirk on his face when Carmelo clenched his jaw, giving him a death glare.

"Boys, boys, calm down." You stepped in between them, giving them a seductive gaze when they turned to you. "As entertaining as this has been, and trust me, it's been really entertaining, I have places to be. But if you want to talk to me, just remember; I only like winners."

You left them with a wink before strutting away, the both of them mesmerized by your confident grin and the sway of your hips as you left. The two gave each other one final glare- a promise that the better man would win- before going their separate ways.

And ever since then, the two of them have been flirting with you non-stop and trying to one-up each other.

Whether that was Dominik giving you a bottle of water and leading you his private TJD locker room so you didn't have to wait for a shower, Carmelo offering to give you a ride home before Dominik could because your car broke down with a sly grin on his face as the both of you passed Dominik to the exit, or the both of them never failing to find you no matter where you were and showering you with compliments. And you always fed into them with a smirk on your face before being whisked away by one of your friends or crew before things could go further.

But you wanted things to go further. And you wanted it to happen tonight, and you always got what you want.

You snapped out of your thoughts when Ilja gently touched your shoulder, bringing you back to the conversation. "You okay, love? You don't have to go out with me if you don't want to."

You shook your head, focusing back on him and giving him a reassuring smile. "I'm good, Ilja. And trust me, I want to be out there with you tonight. And Melo and Dominik don't scare me, Carmelo is like a puppy and the only scary thing about Dominik is Rhea. I'll be fine, okay?"

Ilja chuckled and stood up, finished with lacing up his boots. “Okay, then let’s go kick some ass.”

Your heels clacked as you walked to the ring with Ilja, blowing kisses to the fans while Ilja jumped on the ramp, soaking in the cheers from the fans. Carmelo and Dominik were already sitting on commentary, giving each other dirty looks that could kill.

You blew kisses at them as you jumped on the ramp with Ilja, giving them a playful wink when they tore their gazes away from each other and onto you, which didn't go unnoticed by Vic and Booker T.

"Looks like the NXT Champions are more focused on our guest tonight than on the match," Vic teased them, earning a glare from both of them.

"Shut up Vic!" They both said in unison, staring back at each other in surprise. Booker chuckled at them, "Well, who can blame 'em, Vic? When you have a champion like that at ringside, it's hard not to be distracted."

And distracting you were as you leaned against the ring ropes, looking as beautiful as ever, a sly smile playing on your lips. You gave Ilja a side hug and leaned closer to him, your voice a soft, encouraging whisper in his ear. "You got this." He nodded and you gave him one last smile and a fist bump before sliding out of the ring when Bronn's music hit, giving Carmelo and Dom a seductive smile as you sat in between them.

"And joining us is the NXT Women's champion herself, here to support her best friend. Do you think Ilja has what it takes to beat Bronn?"

You smirked at Vic's question, feeling Carmelo and Dom's gazes burning a hole through your skin. "Vic, I wouldn't be out here with these lovely men if I didn't have 100% faith in him in the fact that he is the better him. Plus, I am not friends with losers."

"So what I'm hearing is you'll drop him after he loses his match with me, if he even wins? Cause we all know he's not good enough to beat me."

Dom's smile was devilish as you turned to him, matching his devilish smile with one of your own. "That depends if he even chooses you. I mean, why would he want to challenge for the B championship in the first place?"

Dominik grin widened as he looked at you-he loved it when you got all mean. "Oh, I'm hurt, babe. I thought I was your number one choice."

"You're not even the number one guy here, what makes you think you'd be her number one choice?" Carmelo shot at him, giving you a charming smile that made your skin tingle as Bronn came out the back, making his entrance.

"Sweetheart, don't let this fool bother you." He put his hand on the back of your chair, leaning slightly closer to you with that sexy smile of his, enjoying you batting your eyelashes at him and leaning into him. "You deserve someone who treats you like the lady you are."

"Oh, and that's supposed to be you? Someone who can barely take care of himself? Talk to me when you actually win a match without your little sidekick Trick in your corner." Dominik hissed at him, immediately making Carmelo’s smile shift into a glare as his words hit a nerve.

“Like you don't have 'Mami' by your side all the time. Talk to me when you don't need her to win a match." Carmelo bit back, making them dissolve into another argument. You ignored them in favor for Bronn advancing towards the commentary table, his eyes never leaving yours.

You glared at him as he got closer to you, a smug grin on his face. "After I take that title opportunity from him, I'm gonna take his girl too!" He yelled at you, slamming his hands on the table. That got the attention of the boys, making them pause to see Bronn towering over you, the both of you locked in a stare down.

"You couldn't have me even if you wanted to. Have fun losing, and we all know I don't like losers." You spat back, not backing down from him. He chuckled, the smug grin on his face growing wider.

"We'll see about that, sweetheart." You stood up at the nickname, glaring at him harder before a borage of arms gently pushed you back, and Melo and Dom stepped forward next to you, and if looks could kill Bronn would be lying in his grave right now.

"We got a problem?" Carmelo growled at him, Dominik mirroring his deadly glare as he gently pushed you back into your seat.

"Nah, man. No problem here." Bronn backed away, his grin still wide on his face.

"That's what I thought." Dominik muttered as Bronn left, eyes never leaving his until he went inside the ring.

"Are you all right, sweetheart?" Carmelo asked you, his voice laced with concern as he sat back down next to you.

"Want me to kill him?" Dominik sat on the other side of you, and from anyone else the concern would have felt suffocating. But not with them.

"I'm fine, really. I could've handled him, but I appreciate it." You gave them an appreciative smile that made them relax and share a relieved look with each other before it turned into disdain now that you were alright. You turned your attention back to the match, enjoying Ilja smacking and punching Bronn around. You cheered for every hit Ilja gave Bronn, and your heart pounded with every near fall.

You waved mockingly at Bronn when he got knocked face-first to the floor right in front of the three of you by Ilja. "How did that feel, Bronn?" Dominik mocked him with you, Carmelo trying to hide his smirk as the two of you laughed at his pain. 

"Okay, Ilja!" Carmelo praised when Ilja jumped out the ring and perfectly landed on Bronn, giving him chop after chop, having the upper-hand in the match. That wouldn't last for long though, as Bronn managed to duck from a chop and speared him onto the cold-unforgiving floor. 

You winced at the impact, looking at him worriedly as Bronn gave him punch after punch after punch. You wanted to go and help him, but you knew Ilja had to do this himself. You drew a line though when Bronn grabbed the steel steps, remembering the last time used it with Von Wagner and the pain and utter destruction Bronn caused him. 

You jumped out of your seat, ignoring Melo and Dom trying to pull you back, and rushed towards them, running to Bronn and tried to grab the steel steps from him, your eyes blazing with anger.

"Bronn, enough!" You shouted at him, trying to pull it away from him. He didn't let go, cackling as he looked down at you.

"You have to protect him, how pathetic!" He sneered at you, trying to rip the steel steps out of your grasp. But you refused to let go, and the two of you were in a tug of war over it.

"The only thing pathetic here is you, you can't even take a hint! I. will. never. like. you. Deal with it!" Bronn's smirk faltered at your words and you felt someone suddenly behind you, strong arms pulling you away from the tug of war.

It was Carmelo, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you back and away from Bronn and the steel steps. You struggled in his grip, still seething with anger, but you knew he was doing it to protect you.

“Don't let him get to you get to you, babe. He's not worth it.” Carmelo whispered, trying to calm you down.

You gritted your teeth, trying to pull away from his grip. The ref was out of the ring, coming to the two of you. “Everyone out!” He yelled, ejecting everyone from ringside.

“Are you kidding me?!” You yelled back, breaking out of Carmelo’s grip and storming to the ref. “It was his fault! Reprehend him instead of us and do your job properly!!”

It was pure chaos. Ilja was down, you and the ref were getting into a screaming match with Carmelo trying to calm the both of you down, and Bronn watched on with a smile on his face. He laughed while turning away, dropping the steel steps and running right into a smirking Dominik, who was sneaking up on him from behind and tried to hit punch him in the face to cost him the match.

But Bronn grabbed his fist easily before it could hit his face, enjoying the way Dominik's smirk dropped as he panicked.

“Man, you really are stupid, aren’t you?" Bronn taunted, tightening his grip on Dominik's fist. Dominik tried to pull away but Bronn dragged him back and let go of his hand and in one swift move- grabbed his throat and lifted him in the air, putting him in a chokeslam and slamming him onto the ground.

You saw the movement out of the corner of your eye, but didn’t pay it any mind and continued to yell at the ref until you heard yelling and saw Dom on the floor in pain and Bronn carrying the steel steps again, ready to slam it down on him. You pushed past Melo and the ref, running to him and shoving Dom away.

It felt like slow motion when the steel hit your body, the pain overwhelming all your senses, then everything went black. You felt like you were floating, your body weightless despite the heavy pain. You could barely hear anything except the ringing of your ears and the muffled yelling coming around you. You didn't come to until you heard the bell ring hurting your ears and someone lift you up.

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt someone tapping your face, trying to bring you back to consciousness. Your vision was blurred, but you were able to make out Carmelo's voice.

"Oh thank god." Carmelo sighed with relief, but concern still seeped through his voice as he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you up to a standing position. "Talk to me sweetheart. How do you feel?"

You groaned in pain, your ribs aching with each breath. "I feel like I got hit by steel, how do you think I feel?"

Carmelo let out a nervous chuckle, relieved to hear your voice. "Your being sarcastic, so that's a good sign."

You winced as you tried to stand on your own, feeling the dull throb of pain in your ribs. The arena lights were too bright, and the sounds around you were still muffled.

"Stay down sweetheart, you're hurt." Carmelo urged, his arms still around you. You pushed away your pride and leaned on him for support. Your hearing became less muffled, and you could now clearly hear the yelling going on. You turned your head towards it, your vision slowly coming into focus.

Dominik was in the ring on top of Bronn who was a bloody pulp, punching him over and over again until his face was bruised and the mat was seeping with his blood. Ilja was being held back by security who tried to control the situation, cursing at them until he saw you awake and standing. Ilja broke free from the security and rushed to your side, concern etched on his face as he gently snatched you away from Carmelo.

"Stay away from her, this is your fault!" Ilja snapped at Carmelo as he pulled you into his arms to check on you, his red eyes darkening even more with anger.

"My fault? Bro, are you kidding me?" Carmelo shouted, eyes wide with anger. "I was trying to protect her!"

"She would't need protecting if the two of you didn't come out! I knew you guys would cause nothing but trouble." Ilja shouted back, his grip gentle yet firm as he gave you a once-over to make sure you were alright.

"She only stepped in cause you couldn't handle your business." Carmelo shot back, running a hand across his forehead in frustration. It was then you noticed his hands were bruised, and your mind flashed back to the yelling you heard while you were down. He must've joined Dom in beating Bronn's face in. You heart raced from their protectiveness, but you also felt a pang of guilt. You also felt your head ache from all the arguing going on.

"Calm down, all of you!" you cried out, your voice cutting through their anger, finally making them stop. You gently eased out of Ilja's arms and stood between the two of them.

"Ilja, it wasn't his fault, he tried to stop me. So if you're gonna be mad at anyone, be mad at me." You gave him a soft but serious look, his red eyes softening at your words. You then turned to Carmelo.

"Carmelo, stop Dom before he get's suspended. And no fighting with him. Ilja, take me to medical. I can barely walk on my own. Anyone object?" The two men were silent, serious looks on their faces as they nodded.

"Let's get you taken care of, love," Ilja spoke, wrapping his arm around you. You let him and leaned on him as support you as the both of you walked to the medic, each step shooting pain throughout your body.

Ilja helped you up onto the examination table and sat next to you, and you winced as you settled into the cold metal surface, the medic walking into the room and gave you a concerned look as he looked over you, poking and prodding at your injuries, making you bite your lip in pain. One particular prod had you hissing in pain, Ilja quickly standing up and glaring at the doctor.

"Are you hurting or helping her?" He growled, making the medic freeze up in fear. You placed a gentle hand on Iljas arm, giving him a pointed look .

"Ilja, calm down." Your eyes flitted from him to his seat, and he reluctantly sat back down. "You can continue, sorry about him." The medic nodded nervously, Ilja's glare did nothing to soothe his nerves. He quickly hurried up the examination, taking note of your injuries.

"Alright, luckily it looks like you have some bruised ribs and a mild sprain on your ankle. Nothing appears to be fractured, but I can't clear you until you are fully healed up. Just rest up with some ice and you'll be fine."

You nodded, thankful that was all it was. The medic handed you some ice and gave you a small smile before leaving the two of you alone to your own devices. Ilja was mumbling angrily under his breath as soon as the door shut, and you sighed and glared at him.

"Ilja, I told you calm down."

"Yeah, let me just shut off all my emotions and calm down after those three hooligans caused you to get hurt." He scoffed. "For Dom out of all people, you know he doesn't care about anyone but himself!"

You sighed and leaned back on the examination table, wincing at the coldness of the ice on your skin. "This was probably his plan in the first place, take my championship opportunity and taunt me by hurting you in the process? I can't believe you'd get hurt for him!"

You winced, this time not just from the cold of the ice but also from Ilja's anger.

"Okay, he might be an asshole but he's not that much of an asshole! And I didn't want to tell you because I didn't know how you'd react, but Dominik and I have been talking, trying to get to know each other. He's not what you think, Ilja. He's…" You searched for the right words, "complicated. But he's not evil. He’s actually really sweet. And Carmelo has been looking out for me too. They both have. I know it's… complicated, but please try to understand."

You could always tell the way Ilja was feeling through his eyes. They were expressive in an away that was simply him. And right now, his fiery red eyes were a mixture of anger, concern, most of all, hurt. You let the silence play out until the was ready to speak. Finally, he let out a long, heavy sigh.

"I…them? Out of all people? Since when?”

You paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Since a few weeks ago, after my match with Roxanne. We bumped into each other, and things just sort of... happened. I didn't plan for it, Ilja. It just did. And I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t want to hurt you. But that ended up happening anyways.”

You turned away from him, looking at the wall instead of his intense gaze that made you feel vulnerable and exposed, like he knew every single one of your thoughts. He reached out, gently turning your face back toward him.

"You didn't hurt me, and I don't care about the title opportunity, I care about you. And seeing you laying there, hurt because of them, it tore me apart. It took everything in me not to lose my mind." His voice was softer now, more raw, and it tugged at your heartstrings.

You set the ice down and reached out to him, placing a hand on his cheek, your thumb gently stroking his skin.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, and for costing you the match. But I'm not sorry for what I did. He would have done the exact same for me, and I know you would have too." You stroked his cheek, your eyes boring into his. "And I'm not asking you to trust them, I'm asking you to trust me."

Ilja was lost in his thoughts for a moment, his hand covering yours, holding it against his cheek. "You're right, I would've done the same thing in a heartbeat. And I trust you more than anyone, you know that. And as much as I'd hate to see you get hurt again, if you trust them, then I support you. But promise me you'll be careful. I don't want to see you hurt like this again."

You nodded, a grin spreading across your face as his words washed over you. "I promise. And if anything happens, I'll let you beat them up."

Ilja let out a soft chuckle and caressed your hand against his cheek. "Deal. And no take backs, so if you see me beating up Dominik you can't get mad."

You giggled, the sound filling up the room and making the tension dissipate. "Deal, but only if he really deserves it." Ilja smiled at your giggling form before pulling you into a hug. You relaxed into his arms, feeling his arms tighten around you as you guys nestled into each other for what felt like hours.

You finally pulled away when he was fully relaxed, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at you. "Now go shower and get my stuff, you stink!" You teased and gave him a playful shove.

Ilja laughed heartily at your comment. "Alright, alright. I'll go freshen up. Jesus, you're injured and you're still beating me up."

You giggled again and pushed him towards the door as best as you could. He rolled his eyes and gave you a warm smile before leaving. Once he left, you hobbled back onto the table and placed the ice back on, shutting your eyes and trying to relax.

Time seemed to blur as you finally let yourself relax after everything that happened, and at one point you must've fallen asleep, cause you were woken up by loud knocking on the door.

"Come in." you called, your voice hoarse. The door creaked open, and in walked in a guilty looking Dominik and a concerned Carmelo trudging behind him. Their eyes softened when they looked at you, going over to you, and Dominik got to you first, his eyes pleasing and red as he reached out to you.

"Mi amor… fuck… I'm so sorry for this, for you getting hurt, for everything. This is all my fault." His hands hovered uncertainly around you, as if he didn't know whether he was allowed to touch. You made the first move, taking his hand and squeezing it.

"Dominik, it's not your fault. I chose to step in, remember? You smiled reassuringly, your voice gentle as you looked into his eyes, seeing the unshed tears in them. "And you're not the one who hurt me. So, stop blaming yourself."

"But I should've handled Bronn myself, mi amor. I shouldn't have let you step in. I should've protected you!" Dominik insisted, his voice heavy with guilt.

"Dom…" You tried to interrupt, but he cut you off with an angry huff.

"No, don't do that. Don't act like it's okay. It's not okay! You got hurt because of me!" Dominik voice got louder with anger, and frustration. He pulled his hand away and ran a hand through his disheveled hair, pacing back and forth in the dimly lit room.

"Dom-"

"This happened because of me-"

"She said it's not your fault!" Carmelo shouted, the room going silent at his outburst. Dominik stopped pacing and looked at him with shock in his eyes at his words that were surprisingly supportive.

You watched as Carmelo walked towards Dominik, a stern look on his face. "I know we don't like each other and you prolly won't listen to me, but listen to her." Carmelo gestured to you, sitting on the table trying not to grimace as you sat up. "She made her choice, and we can't change that. She forgave you, and if she says it's not your fault, then it's not. Blaming yourself won't make yourself feel better. Trust me, dude."

They stared at each other, a tense silence filling the room as Dominik glared at him, a look in your eyes you couldn't place. You couldn't tell if he wanted to beat Carmelo's face in too or comfort you, probably both.

After what felt like hours, Dominik finally let out a heavy sigh and his shoulders slumped. "You're actually right for once."

Carmelo raised an eyebrow, Dominik wasn't actually insulting him for once?

"I am always right."

"Don't push it." And there it is, the classic banter between them. It brought a small smile to your face, despite the pain coursing through your body.

"He is right, Dom." You chimed in, your voice gentle but firm. You gestured for both of them to come to you, and they did, standing in front of you, their expressions still filled with guilt. You reached out, taking one of Dominik's hands and one of Carmelo's, intertwining your fingers with theirs.

"This is nobody's fault except Bronn's. You both tried to protect me, and I appreciate it. And I want no more blaming each other or yourselves for what happened. You can't protect me all the time, and I'm a big girl, I can handle myself, okay? Your voice was soft yet serious as you spoke, giving them a look that meant business.

"And no more fighting. I get that you don't like each other, but I like both of you, and I want you both in my life. I'm not saying be besties, but please don't be at each other's throats every hour of every day. Can we agree on that?"

You didn't know what you were expecting, maybe another argument to come out of this? You held your breath as they shared a look, a silent understanding between them before they turned back to you.

"If it makes you happy, we'll do anything for you. " Carmelo said sincerely, squeezing your hand.

Dominik nodded in agreement, his grip on your hand just as tight. "Even if I don't like it-" He gave Carmelo the side eye before turning back to you. "I'll do it for you."

You gave them a geniune smile, your eyes beaming with happiness. "That's all I ask." You sat up fully and kissed each of their cheeks, before standing up, using the table for support.

"Whoa, whoa, where are you going, mi corazon?" Dominik asked, the both of them quick to support you.

"Ilja was supposed to be back with my stuff, but he's taking forever, so I'm gonna go check on him."

"No need to, we ran into him in the hallway on our way here. We kinda had a talk, and got your stuff." Carmelo confessed, nervously scratching at the back of his head. He gestured towards a bag on the nearby chair. "It's all there."

You gave them an appreciative smile before your furrowed your brows in surprise, a talk with Ilja could range from peaceful to murder. Considering none of them looked like they got into a fight, you figured it went as well as it could.

"What kind of talk? Please tell me he didn't say anything embarrassing, I'll kill him."

They both chuckled, amusement in their eyes. You leaned against both men, leaning your head on Carmelo's shoulder and letting Dominik wrap an arm around you, a teasing smile on his lips. "Don't worry hermosa, he was on his best behavior."

"But it went… well, actually." Carmelo continued, a thoughtful expression on his face. "We had a… heated exchange at first, but he seemed genuinely concerned about you, and, uh, he made it very very clear that we better take care of you right, or there'd be consequences." Carmelo added, his expression turning serious for a moment. "He was kinda intimadting, not gonna lie."

"Intimdating to you. He's not scary to me." Dominik voiced, a proud smirk on his face until you gave him a sharp glare that made him backtrack and tell you the truth.

"Okay, maybe he's a little intimidating," Dominik admitted with a sheepish grin, giving you a quick peck on the forehead. "But only a little. And I can still kick his ass."

"Yeah, in your dreams." Carmelo said with a chuckle. Dominik gave him another glare, but this time it didn't seem as deadly as before. "I totally could! Mi corazon, back me up!" He looked at you with wide eyes, mentally telling you to agree with him.

"Mhm, I'm sure you could." You replied with a playful grin, you and Carmelo laughing at the offended look Dominik gave you.

"Okay, as much as I would love for you to tell me all the ways you can beat up Ilja Dom." you said, still grinning, "I feel like total shit, and all I want to do is sleep this pain away. And I can barely walk, let alone drive. So if you really want to make it up to me, you can drive me back to the hotel."

Dominik's expression softened immediately. "Of course, mi amor. I'll carry you if I have to."

"Like she'll let you, miss independent." Carmelo teased, and you gave him a faux pout.

"Now that you said that, you are absolutely carrying me." You teased back, earning a playful groan from him.

Carmelo rolled his eyes but gave you a smirk. "Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets."

"How come I don't get to carry you?" Dominik whined, making you giggle at him. "You can grab my stuff, sweetie."

"Ya snooze, ya lose, dude." Carmelo smirked at him, laughing when you made grabby hands at him, and he scooped you up in his arms, surprising you with how effortlessly he carried you.

"Wow, someone's been hitting the gym." you teased, playfully poking his bicep. "Very hot."

"You think so?" Carmelo shot you a smug grin. You chuckled and winked at him. "Definitely."

"Alright, show off," Dominik grumbled as he grabbed your bag and followed behind you and Carmelo, but the smile he had on showed you he wasn't actually mad. You wrapped your arms around Carmelo's neck and settled into his arms, feeling safe and comfortable despite the pain, closing your eyes and letting him carry you out of the arena.

You let yourself fall into slumber, ignoring everything else around you until you felt yourself being laid in the car.

"Go back to sleep, mi corazon. We'll be here when you wake up."

You nodded drowsily, seeing a blur of Carmelo and feeling a kiss on your cheek before you drifted back to a deep sleep.

The next time you stirred, it was to the soft murmur of voice and then you felt yourself being pulled from the cozy seat of the car, the chilly air making you curl up into whoever was holding you. You blinked sleepily, your vision slowly clearing as you realized you werein front of the hotel. . Dominik had you in his arms this time, and he looked down at you with a soft smile.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty," Dominik said with a warm smile as he gazed down at you. "We're back at the hotel. Ready to go inside and get some rest?"

You mustered up a sleepy grin, curling up even more into him. He didn't seem to mind, giving you an amused smile and a gentle squeeze. "Yes, please," you mumbled softly, your voice heavy with fatigue.

He carefully carried you inside the hotel, Carmelo trailing behind with all your stuff. It was quiet, soothing music from the speakers making you even more tired. Once you made it up to your floor, Carmelo opened the door, to your room, holding it open for Dominik to carry you inside. You sighed in content as Dominik placed you onto the bed, soft blankets enveloping you in warmth.

"Your clothes are in here, we figured you didn't want to sleep in that dress." Carmelo explained, placing your bag next to the bed. "The bathroom is all yours. Do you need help changing?"

You let out a small chuckle at Carmelo's question. "I think I can manage, but trust me, both of you are more than welcome to join me in the bathroom. You're sweet for asking."

Carmelo's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a playful glint in his eyes as Dominik smirked at the thought. "Trust me, neither of us are opposed to that. But I don't want to hurt you even more.'

"I'll be gentle." Dominik winked at you, making you give him a seductive smile as you slowly made your way to the bathroom."I am gonna shower, relax, wash all this off me, and if you guys really wanna make it up to me, you'll take good care of me and help me take my mind off of this pain. Right?"

Dominik and Carmelo shared a mischievous glance before nodding in agreement.

"Absolutely, mi amor," Dominik said with a grin. "We're gonna be at your service."

Carmelo looked you up and down, his heated gaze making you shiver in anticipation. "Trust me, we'll take good care of you." His voice was low and sexy, making you bite your lip and want him to take you right then and there.

You winked at them before stepping into the bathroom, stripping off your clothes and stepping under the warm water, the heat soothing your body and your pain. You wrapped yourself in a robe once you were done, fixing up your face before stepping out and making your way to the bedroom.

Dominik and Carmelo were sitting on the bed on their phones, but as soon as you entered the room their eyes snapped to you, putting their phones down and looking at you with desire in their eyes.

"Damn, mi amor, you clean up nice.” Dominik praised, patting the spot on the bed between them.

You approached them, the robe lightly falling off your shoulder, a sultry smile playing on your lips. "Are you guys ready to take care of me?”

Carmelo's eyes darkened with lust as he reached out to pull you closer, and you settled between them on the bed. "Oh, we will, baby. We'll take very good care of you."

Carmelo kissed you first, his lips warm and inviting. The softness of his mouth against yours made you hungry with need, his tongue teasing as it prodded into your mouth, and every touch, every kiss sent shivers of pleasure through your body.

Dominik came up from behind you, pulling on your robe until it fell to the floor, revealing the curves of your body. His hands traced the lines of your skin, caressing and kneading the soft skin and leaving a trail of heat on your skin as he kissed your neck, both men bringing you down onto the bed.

Let's just say, they made it up to you, very very well.

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The Hound and the Lioness

Sandor Clegane x fem!reader - Smut -

Part One!

Summary - Gianna Lannister is the youngest daughter of Tywin Lannister from his second wife Lynnette Stark. When Gia rushes in to help Sansa Stark, after her nephew humiliates her, the king suddenly has a 'brilliant' idea... or so he says.

A/N - This is only the second time I've done something like this... so bare with me please.

WARNINGS - If you are UNDER 18 then DO NOT read! Forced marriage, loss of virginity, blow job, blood, PIV, maybe breeding kink and size kink, literally has no plot just doing this coz I had an idea! If I've missed anything that should be added as a warning then please let me know!

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Gianna watched from the crowd that had gathered in the throne room, as Joffrey terrorised poor Sansa Stark, again.

"You're here to answer for your brother's latest crimes. What do you have to say?" Joffrey aimed his armed crossbow at the Stark girl as she kneeled before him.

"Your Grace, whatever my traitor brother has done, I had no part in it!" The poor girl began to sob, "You know this, Your Grace. I beg-" Joffrey had cut her off before she could finish, Ser Lancel, tell her what her brother has done!" Demanded Joffrey.

As Ser Lancel stepped forwards, so did Gianna. She always knew something wasn't right with her eldest nephew. He was evil, one of the evilest beings she's ever come across. Gia was appalled with his actions and about the fact that no one could make him stop, not even his mother.

"Using some vile sorcery your brother fell on Stafford Lannister with an army of wolves." Lancel announced. Gianna couldn't understand how people actually believe this stuff. So she rolled her eyes and mentally face palmed herself, ridiculous fools, she thought to herself.

"Thousands of good men were slaughtered, after the butchering, the Northmen feasted on the meat of the slain." This made the crowd surrounding them gasp and whisper in horror. War was a dreadful thing, Gianna knew that, but she really couldn't see that happening. At least not on Robb Stark's orders or his mothers. When she first met them, when she went with her older sister Cersei and her family to Winterfell, she'd gotten on well with the Starks.

"Killing you would, mayhaps, send your traitor brother a message." Gianna snapped out of her thoughts at that, surely he's not really contemplating that? The poor Stark girl began to weep, "But my mother insists on keeping you alive, unfortunately. Stand." Sansa stood at the king's orders, ever the obedient Lady Stark. Gianna's pity for the girl grew day by day. She didn't deserve this, no one did.

"So, we'll just have to send your brother a message some other way." Gianna took another step forward, just so she stood slightly out of the crowd, as if she might run towards young Lady Stark, she was family after all, distant but still family. "Meryn." The unspoken order was spoken and Joffrey's favoured Kingsguard stepped towards Sansa, "Leave her face, I like her pretty." And with that Sansa was punched to the stomach.

Gianna gasped and tried to step forwards, but before anyone could truly notice, her handmaid Dalia grabbed her arm, "No, my Lady. I do not think it wise to step in." Gia didn't take her eyes off Sansa. Meryn took out his sword and struck the backs of her legs, so she fell to the floor.

"Meryn, my dear lady's over-dressed. Unburden her." The Knight stood behind poor Sansa and ripped the back of her dress open, "If you want Robb Stark to hear us, we're going to have to speak louder!" Ser Meryn took out his sword again, swinging it over his head, "What is the meaning of this?"

The crowd split to allow Gianna's brother, Tyrion Lannister, to make his way through along with his man Bronn. "What kind of Knight beats a helpless girl!" Snaps Tyrion. "The kind who serves his king, Imp!" Meryn Snapped back. Gianna hated that man, he was just as vile and cruel as her nephew. "Careful now, we wouldn't want to get blood all over your pretty white cloak." Bronn, even though he irritated Gia sometimes with his crude words, managed to shut the Knight up.

"Would someone get the girl something to cover herself with." Gianna and Sandor 'The Hound' stepped forward towards Sansa. "It's alright sweet girl, Tyrion will handle Joffrey." Whispered the young Lannister Lady as the Hound grabbed his White Cloak over her shoulders.

"She's to be your queen. Do you have no regard towards her honour?" Questioned Tyrion, "I'm punishing her!" Tyrion gaped, "For what crimes? She's not fighting her brother battles you half wit!" Gianna helped Sansa stand, wrapping the girl in her arms.

"Your behaviour is despicable, Nephew! She's done nothing wrong!" Gia shouted. The Stark girl shook in the Lannister Lady's arms. "Neither of you can speak to me like that! The king can do as he likes!" Again Lady Lannister rolled her eyes, "The Mad King did as he liked! Look where that got him! Killed by his own guard, his people rebelled against him. Is that what you want to be done to you? For people a hundred years from now to remember you as the king who beat helpless Ladies?" Snapped Gianna, turning to her brother, "Perhaps they'll title him 'The Half-wit King', brother?" The people in the room sniggered and gasped. Gia swore she heard The Hound huff amusingly behind her.

"No one threatens his Grace in the presence of the kingsguard!" Meryn rushed towards Gianna, threateningly. "I'm not threatening him, Ser. I'm merely giving my nephew some... advice." Gianna didn't bother to look at Ser Meryn. "Bronn the next time Ser Meryn speaks, kill him." Tyrion said in a bored manner, turing to Ser Meryn, "Now that was a threat... see the difference?!" Gia chuckled at her older brother, they'd always been close, even since she was a little girl.

Tyrion walked towards his little sister and Sansa, leading them away. "I apologise for my nephew's behaviour. Tell me the truth, do you want this wedding to happen?" Spoke Tyrion softly, "We could try to get the engagement broken, if you'd like?" Gia rubbed the girls shoulders and they walked, "I am loyal to king Joffrey-" Stated Sansa, pulling out of Gianna's arms, "He is my one true love." With that she walked ahead of them, her ladies maids following her.

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Gianna was summoned back to the throne room, a couple hours later. As she walked in she realised that the crowd had only gotten bigger. At the throne sat her nephew, on both sides of him were his mother, Gianna's only and older sister, and the hand, who was Gianna's father. At the bottom of the stairs to the throne stood the kingsguard.

"You summoned me, Your Grace." Gianna stood before her family. She had changed into a more comfortable dress, since she was planning to go horse riding after. "Yes, I did." Signed Joffrey. "Tell me, Dear Aunt. Do you think the way you spoke to me earlier was appropriate? Especially of a Lady." Questioned the king.

Gianna looked towards her father at that moment, his face was emotionless. So she looked towards her kingsguard brother, he looked nervous for her. "I said what I thought to be true, Your Grace." She wouldn't lie. He needed to be told. Cersei scoffed, "You're king deserves more respect from you." Gianna rolled her eyes, "DO NOT ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!" Screeched Cersei. "My apologise, sister."

"You know, I'll have to punish you." Gia's heart began to race. Surely her father wouldn't allow that. She was his daughter, and she knew he favoured her out of all his children. Looking towards him again she saw that his face was still, emotionless.

"You see, I've had a few hours to... come up with your punishment. Mother helped me." They both chuckled. "You're young, unmarried, pretty. What better punishment is there than to marry you to a... hound." The crowd gasped at their king's words. Joffrey laughed hysterically. "Mother's always calling you a bitch, so it seems quite fitting! Don't you think?!" I glanced towards 'The Hound' . He stood tall, but you could tell he was angry.

"Your Grace I don't think that's-" Tywin tried to reason with his grandson, he didn't want to drag his house through the mud again. "Silence!'' shouted Joffrey. "Hound stand by your bride to be!" Sandor reluctantly moved to stand beside Gianna. "The Hound and his bitch. He's so massive I'm sure he'll split her open when he takes her maidenhead!" Gianna looked down in shame at being spoken about in such a way.  

“Your wedding will be the day after tomorrow.” With that Joffrey excused everyone. Gianna quickly left the throne room, rushing to her chambers. Tears were dripping down her face as threw herself on her bed; her head buried in her arms. 

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21+. She/Her. Looking for some various fandom roleplays. I'm only interested in canon x canon pairings. I have a strong preference for MxM ships, but I'm willing to do some FxF and MxF too. I like canon/canon divergent plots and write on Discord (third person, past tense, 200-400 words on average). I'm a sucker for romantic relationships and don't mind/encourage writing smut but with a healthy does of plot. I'll be sharing my strongest muses (the name on the left) for each and my greatest ship desires for them (the names on the right). I do have other muses, and I'm willing to discuss other ships. But, if you want me at my most enthusiastic, what I have listed is what I'm most interested in.

Doctor Who:

Eleventh Doctor - Jack, Rory, Clara

Fifth Doctor - Turlough, Ainley!Master

Fourteenth Doctor - Jack

Sixth Doctor - Ainley!Master

Tenth Doctor - Jack, Simm!Master

Fantastic Beasts Franchise:

Albus Dumbledore - Grindelwald, Theseus, Newt, Jacob

Theseus Scamander - Dumbledore, Grindelwald

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon:

Beric Dondarrion - Thoros

Daemon Targaryen - Laenor, Criston, Otto, Rhaenyra (preferably before the 10-year time jump), Laena

Daenerys Targaryen - Margaery, Jaime, Jorah

Jaime Lannister - Bronn, Dany, Sansa

Margaery Tyrell - Dany, Sansa, Stannis, Joffrey

Petyr Baelish - Renly, Sansa

Roose Bolton - Stannis, Tywin, Sansa

Stannis Baratheon - Roose, Davos

Thoros - Beric

Tywin Lannister - Roose, Aerys II

Marvel:

Benjamin Poindexter - Ray, Matt, Karen

Bruce Banner - Tony, Natasha

Bucky Barnes - Zemo, Tony

Carol Danvers - Valkyrie

Eddie Brock - Venom, Wade, Andrew!Peter, Dan

Loki Laufeyson - Thor, Mobius, Grandmaster

Nathan Summers - Wade

Andrew!Peter Parker - Dane!Harry, Matt, Wade, Eddie, Tobey!Peter, Gwen

Ray Nadeem - Dex, Matt

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i bet on losing dogs

A Sansan fanfic that you can also read on AO3

Rating: Explicit Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Relationships: Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark Characters: Sandor Clegane, Sansa Stark, Bronn, Margaery Tyrell (mentioned) Additional Tags: Boxer Sandor Clegane, Stranger is a dog, Smut Length: 4966 words

Sansa gets lost in the seedier part of town and stumbles across a cagefighting ring.

Sansa wasn't entirely sure where she was. She somehow found herself in a dark alleyway, desperately hoping she'd eventually find her way back to the parking lot where she'd left her car. 

She had no business being in that alleyway; she was a high society girl with "good breeding," as her parents always said. She had no business being in that part of town at all, but the bar her friend wanted to go to was there. "They have the best margaritas," Margaery had said, but she didn't end up ordering one. Margaery didn't get a drink at all, instead disappearing into the bathroom for about ten minutes then re-emerging with a red nose and extra energy.

At the table, Margaery announced she'd been dating Sansa's shitty ex, and an argument began. Sansa stormed out, but quickly realized she had no clue where her car was, and now she was strolling the streets in her nice pink dress. 

This is ridiculous, thought Sansa. I've lived in this city my whole life. Where the fuck is that parking lot?

Of course, Sansa could have called one of her brothers to come rescue her. She could have sent them her location. But then they'd know she was in that part of town, and soon her parents would know she was in that part of town. She didn't think they'd believe her if she told them going there was Margaery’s idea, even though it was. She could practically hear her mother's voice already: But Margaery is such a good girl!

Not good enough to not date my ex, thought Sansa. She shook her head as she walked. Whatever. She can have him. That'll be good karma for dragging me out here. 

Sansa walked past an open door, and as she did, she heard a cacophony from within. It sounded like a crowd of people cheering and yelling. For a moment Sansa wondered if there was some sort of concert going on inside the cement building, but then realized she would have heard music too. All she heard was chanting, and her curiosity overtook her. 

She stepped through the red door and into the building. It was dark, but there was a small light ahead, which she followed. This light was coming from the other side of a door, which was cracked open ever so slightly. She hesitantly opened the door.

Sansa came face to face with the roaring crowd she had heard all the way outside. The chanting and cheering was louder than ever before, and she could barely understand what everyone was saying. Then, she looked up toward the center of the large room and saw a boxing ring. On the square blue platform were two muscular men, brawling with each other like their lives depended on it. One man was significantly taller than the other, and he tossed the other around like a ragdoll.

Startled by the sight before her, Sansa immediately backed away, only to bump into a brawny man who growled, "Watch it, bitch." 

Sansa turned around and began to stutter out an apology. The man only smirked and said, "What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?"

"I'm– I'm lost. "

"I coulda told you that one for free." The man laughed. He had sparkling blue eyes and dark hair. "I'm about to go up there, doll. How about you meet me after I win and I'll help you get home?'

Sansa glanced back at the ring, where the tall man had knocked the other to the ground and was declared the winner. "Are you sure you'll win?"

"Oh yeah. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve." The man smirked again and pushed past Sansa, making his way to the ring. Sansa watched him go, and saw a glint of something reflective in his back pocket.

Sansa was a bit charmed by the man’s confidence, but found herself more enchanted by the champion in the ring. He was tall, towering over everyone else, and built like a lumberjack, with muscles that were made for strength, not for show. The most enrapturing thing about him, though, was the scar across the side of his face; it looked as if he had been burned. 

The blue-eyed man Sansa had spoken with climbed up onto the platform and into the ring, exchanging a few words with the announcer, who nodded. Then the announcer bellowed into the microphone, “And now, in one corner, our reigning champion the Hound, and in the other corner, Bronn the Bastard!” 

The Bastard? thought Sansa. That’s not a good name. The Hound, on the other hand, did indeed resemble a hound, with eyes that looked like they had seen some sorrow. 

Blue-eyed Bronn strode into the center of the ring with confidence, as if he was unaware of the beast he was up against. He didn’t look like much of a boxer or fighter, as he wore a long-sleeve shirt and didn’t seem particularly strong. The Hound, on the other hand, didn't seem to care, simply wiping the other competitor’s blood off his knuckles, then re-wrapping them. That was remarkable to Sansa, that this man could beat others to a pulp and not give even half a shit. But her wonder was short-lived; when she looked back over to Bronn, she saw him sneak the shiny thing she’d seen in his back pocket into his sleeve, and she realized what it was.

“He’s got a knife! He’s got a pocket knife!” cried Sansa, but the bell rang and the crowd roared. No one could hear her. 

She tried to push her way to the front, but the tall men before her wouldn’t let her in, nor would they listen to her pleas. How is no one noticing that he’s hiding a knife in his hand? she thought. The Hound began to pummel Bronn, who took it in stride, dealing out quick jabs toward his opponent. Sansa knew it was only a matter of time before one of those jabs hit and the Hound would be cut, or worse. She tried waving her arms and screaming, but it was no use. 

Less than a minute into the fight, Bronn managed to get a punch in, hitting the Hound in the ribs. The Hound let out a small gasp, and Sansa knew he’d been stabbed. But he kept fighting, and it almost looked as if he would still win. But another punch from Bronn, this time to the stomach, seemed to knock the wind out of him. 

Oddly enough, Bronn was still in the worst shape of the two of them, with an already split lip that was gushing blood. It was obvious his entire face would bruise up later, but he kept going. All he needed was a few more jabs – and stabs – and he would be the victor. He took a few more punches to the face before elbowing the Hound in his, and swiping at him with his knife-holding hand. Sansa was still amazed that no one seemed to notice Bronn’s odd movements, the way his long shirt sleeve was pulled over his hand. Bronn managed to cut the Hound on his torso again, before kicking him in the knee, sending him to the ground. 

The crowd was in shock. It was clear to Sansa that nobody actually expected anyone to beat the Hound, they just enjoyed watching people try. 

“He didn’t fight fair!” Sansa cried out. “He has a knife!” 

But still no one heard her. The announcer walked over and held up Bronn’s hand in victory. He had clearly managed to sneak the knife back into his pocket. Sansa was outraged at the injustice, and her anger only worsened when Bronn locked eyes with her and winked.

Sansa watched as the Hound stood up and slinked off the ring, holding his ribs with his right hand. She pushed through the crowd with a determination like never before, and made her way to him. 

“Are you all right?” she said as she rushed over to him, in a slightly less dense part of the crowd. 

“I’ll be fine, girl,” he replied. His voice was deliciously low, with just a hint of a rasp to it. 

“He had a knife, I saw it–”

The Hound cut her off. “I know he had a bloody knife, girl, I know better than anyone.” 

“Let me help you.”

“The wounds aren’t deep. I've had worse.” He walked away from the ring, and Sansa followed.

“I tried to tell them he had a knife, you need to show the announcer–”

“It doesn’t fucking matter. I’m just ready to get home for the night. Now fuck off and quit chirping at me.”

“I have a first aid kit in my car! I mean, I don’t know where my car is, but I can try to find it and help you!”

“Or you can fuck off like I said and let me go home and I’ll deal with it myself.”

Sansa was frustrated by the man’s unwillingness to receive help, but she did almost understand it; his pride was probably hurt by the fact that he lost. But Sansa felt guilty that no one listened to her and that she was unable to save him from the pain and shame, so she felt obligated to help. “I’ll go home with you.”

The Hound stopped walking and looked her over, before laughing. “I’ve never heard such a pretty thing like you say that to me.”

Sansa blushed. “I just want to help.”

“You’ve made that abundantly clear.” 

“Let me patch you up and I’ll get out of your hair. It’ll make it easier.”

The Hound thought for a moment. “You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”

“Nope.” 

“Fine. Follow me.” He continued shuffling on, and Sansa dutifully followed.

The Hound pushed past the crowd towards the entrance Sansa had come through. She followed him down the sidewalk and around a few corners, then through another alley to a small building, which was also made of concrete like the others. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked a metal door, holding it open for Sansa to go through. Only when both of them were inside and the door shut did Sansa realize how stupid she was. 

Oh my god, Sans, she silently chided herself. Not only are you in the seediest part of the city, but you’re in a strange house with a strange man and oh my god oh my god oh my god–

Sansa was broken from her thoughts by the feeling of something licking her leg. She let out a scream, but when the Hound turned on the light in the house, she saw an actual hound, a black Great Dane, standing in front of her.

“Hmm,” said the Hound as he sat on a couch. “Stranger normally doesn’t like people he doesn’t know.”

“He’s a beautiful dog,” said Sansa. 

“He’s a piece of shit, is what he is. Complete devil.”

Sansa wasn’t sure if she should laugh, but she forced out a small chuckle anyway. She was frozen in fear, the dog and the man both staring at her.

“So, Doctor, you going to help me or not?” asked the Hound. 

“Oh, um, yes.” Sansa darted over to the small kitchen and grabbed a roll of paper towels, the entire time thinking, Man’s house. I’m in a man’s house. Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my–

“There are bandages in the drawer by the sink, Doc,” called the Hound, as his dog laid down at his feet. 

Sansa checked the drawer and found everything she needed: bandages, alcohol wipes, the whole nine. She picked up as much as she could and went to the couch, plopping down next to the man.

Without a word, the Hound lifted up his shirt to reveal the gashes in his ribs and stomach. They obviously weren’t deep, but still nasty, and blood seeped out of them. Sansa immediately set to work, applying pressure to the wounds before cleaning and bandaging them. As she finished, the Hound asked, “So, whose bitch are you?”

Sansa’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”

“Pretty little flowers like you don’t show up to a fighting match unless they’re there to root for their man. Are you Bronn’s girl?”

“Definitely not,” said Sansa. 

“I saw him talking to you in the crowd. When I first saw you, I had to do a double take. Your dress is so light I thought you were naked.”

Sansa blushed again. That was the problem with this pale pink dress: it matched her skin tone a little too well. “Going to watch fighters while naked would probably be a bad idea.”

“It's a bad idea for you to be there anyway,” said the Hound. 

“I didn’t intend to be there. My friend dragged me to this bar called Sudsy’s and I left and I couldn’t remember where I parked my car and I just kind of stumbled across you guys.”

“Sudsy’s? That place is more drug den than bar.” 

Sansa shrugged.

“You don’t belong on this side of town, do you?” 

“Not at all.”

“Of course not. You look like your parents still love each other, or some shit. You look like you’ve never even gotten a speeding ticket.”

“I've gotten a parking ticket,” Sansa offered.

“Not the same.” 

Sansa rolled her eyes. “Okay, Mr. Tough Guy. But it’s a good thing I ended up where I ended up, so I could help you.”

“Like I said, I don’t need any help. You insisted.”

“It was the right thing to do.”

“The right thing for you to do would be scurry on home. It’s not safe for someone like you to be here after dark, and the sun’s about to set.”

“But I have no idea where my car is.”

“Can’t you call someone?”

“And have them find out I was in this part of town?” Sansa waved her hands around frantically. “At some sort of fight club, no less?”

“It’s not a fight club. It’s like cage-fighting without the cage.”

“So a fight club.”

“There’s no club.” The Hound groaned. “You need to get home. But I can’t have you going out there, looking like that.”

“Like what?” 

“Young and fuckable.” 

“Fuckable?”

The Hound laughed. “Oh, I’m sorry, what do you rich folk say? Attractive? Beautiful? Toothsome?”

“I’ll take beautiful.” Sansa almost felt as if this man was flirting with her. Perhaps he was this brazen with everyone. If he was flirting with her, Sansa wasn’t sure how to respond. He was a frightening fellow, with dead grey eyes that scanned over her like he was going to eat her, and the huge burn across his face was painful to look at. But there was something about him that was enchanting; maybe it was his muscles, maybe it was the banter, maybe it was the way he so boldly complimented her. Nobody had spoken to her like this, ever. She almost liked it.

“Fine, a beautiful little thing like you can’t be walking the streets.” 

“So what do I do?”

The Hound shrugged. “It’ll be safer in the morning. You can camp out here until then. I owe you one, I guess.”

Sansa didn’t want to agree, but the light that came in from the windows was growing dimmer and dimmer, and she knew there was no way for her to find her car before it was pitch black outside. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“I'll let you have the bed, I’ll sleep here. I’ve bled everywhere, anyway.”

“Thank you. But if I’m going to spend the night here, there is something I should probably ask you first.”

“Yeah?”

“Your name?”

“Oh. It’s Sandor. Sandor Clegane.”

“Nice to make your acquaintance, Mr. Clegane. I’m Sansa Stark.”

“None of the Mr. Clegane shit. It’s Sandor, or Hound.”

Sansa smiled. “It’s an interesting nickname, where did you get it?”

“Military. Or Prison. Take your pick.”

Whether it was intended or not, Sandor’s words shut Sansa right up. She hoped it was the former option, so that she wasn’t staying in the home of an ex-con. Oh, Sansa, she thought. What have you gotten yourself into?

The anxiety must have been obvious on Sansa’s face, because Sandor continued, “Relax, girl. You’re lucky you ran into the one guy with any sense of chivalry on this side of town.” 

“Chivalry?” laughed Sansa. “You act like you’re a knight.”

“I fight other men in a tournament on a weekly basis, doesn’t that make me a knight?”

Sansa chuckled. “I think there’s more to it than that. You have to be kind and gentle and honorable.”

“I can be honorable.”

“But not kind or gentle?”

“This isn’t a kind and gentle world.”

“Not with that attitude.”

Sandor shook his head sadly. “The world isn’t so nice when you’re an ugly fucker from a shitty home on the shitty side of town. I bet it’s all peaches and cream on your side.”

“It’s not perfect. I can’t say I’ve truly struggled, not like others have, but my life hasn’t always been easy. Some people have everything handed to them and they still want more, you know?”

“You sound like you’ve met a few of these people.”

“More than a few. A whole family.” Sansa rolled her eyes at the thought of her ex’s family. “But enough about me.”

“Oh, no, not enough about you. My life hasn’t been this entertaining in quite a while.”

“Entertaining?”

“A pretty thing in a fancy pink dress sitting on my couch. That’s a fucking rarity.”

“So now I’m back to being a pretty thing, instead of young and fuckable?”

Sandor chuckled, and leaned in slightly. “You’re definitely still fuckable.”

A shiver ran up Sansa’s spine, but somehow, it wasn’t a shiver of fear. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but she made a decision right then, that if Sandor was going to flirt with her, she was going to flirt right back. Unfortunately, all she could squeak out was, “You’re not too bad yourself.”

Sandor tossed his head back in a laugh. Sansa could feel her cheeks turn red. “You’re such an innocent little bird, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“I’m certainly not young, and certainly not fuckable.”

“That’s a matter of opinion, though, isn’t it? The fuckable part.”

“I guess it is, when it comes to me,” said Sandor. “But you, you’re objectively fuckable. Any reasonable man would tear you apart, given half the chance.”

“Well, are you?”

“Am I what?”

“A reasonable man.”

A look of realization crept across Sandor’s face, then a smirk. "You don't know what you're asking for." 

Sansa bit her lip awkwardly and looked away from him for a moment, only for Sandor to gently grab her chin and force her to meet his gaze again. His hand was incredibly large and had dried blood on it, some his and some Bronn’s, and Sansa had never felt so petite in her life. For a second, it looked like Sandor was going to speak again, but instead he simply leaned in and kissed her softly. Despite his claims that he wasn't gentle, he was. 

Sansa kissed him back fervently, and he deepened the kiss, leaning in closer and placing his other bruised and bloodied hand on her knee. His hand slid up her thigh, under her pastel pink dress, stopping just before he reached the part of her that now ached for him. He opened his mouth slightly, and when Sansa did too, she felt him nibble her bottom lip before sliding his tongue in her mouth. Despite having had a boyfriend before, she had never been kissed like this, and she felt herself growing desperate for Sandor.

Sansa wrapped her arms around Sandor’s neck, pulling him closer to her. A minute or so later, he suddenly broke away from her and stood up. Before Sansa could question him, he bent down and picked her up with ease.

"Careful!" said Sansa as he carried her bridal style to a bedroom. "Don't hurt yourself."

Sandor only chuckled and playfully tossed her onto the bed. He crawled on top of her, planting kisses along her body through her dress as he went. She shivered slightly with each of his movements. Soon they were face-to-face once again, and Sansa couldn’t help but look into his grey eyes, wrap her hand around his head, and pull him in for another kiss. Despite having only just met, she felt right at home underneath him. 

Then, Sansa felt something between her legs. It took her a moment to realise it was Sandor’s fingers, gently rubbing her through her underwear. She squirmed and bucked her hips against his hand, only for him to pull away from their kiss. 

Sandor leaned close to Sansa’s ear and growled, “You’re perfectly fucking wet for me, aren't you, gorgeous?”

The sound of his voice made her nipples harder than ever before, and her need for him only worsened when he took off his shirt to reveal the muscles she’d been imagining since she’d first laid her eyes on him, as well as dark hair across his broad chest. She sat up slightly, propping herself up with one hand, while her other hand tried desperately to reach round to the back of her dress and unzip it. Luckily, once Sandor’s shirt was on the floor, he reached around and unzipped the dress, pulling the sleeves and bra down to reveal her breasts. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, the tops of her breasts, eventually taking one of her nipples into his mouth as she fell back on the bed. He helped her shimmy out of her dress and he unhooked her bra with one hand, and soon she was free of the majority of her clothing. Sandor positioned himself on top of her again and kissed her deeply, giving her bottom lip another bite for good measure.

Sansa opened her legs for him and he manoeuvred between them, and through his jeans she could feel his large erection. Sandor was a gigantic man, and she had no doubt that his cock was going to fill her entirely. The thought of it made her shiver with excitement again, and Sandor stopped kissing her to ask, “Are you sure about this?”

Too flabbergasted– and horny– for words, Sansa nodded and kissed him again, as she snaked her hand down his body and towards his jeans. Sandor took his own hand and gently helped slide off Sansa’s underwear, and now she was bare beneath him. He stopped kissing her in order to unzip his pants and pull them down, before kicking them along with his underwear onto the floor. In the dimly lit room, Sansa couldn’t entirely see his erection, but she felt it as it pressed up against her folds, as he gently rocked his hips against her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, then looked in his eyes and said, “Fuck me.”

“Gods, girl, you don’t have to tell me twice,” moaned Sandor. 

With a quick shifting of their bodies, Sandor pushed inside of her, causing a painful pleasure to ripple through Sansa's body. When he entered her, he let out a deep moan. He began to thrust, filling her up completely, a sensation she wasn’t used to but welcomed all the same. His large hands traced over her body as he kissed and nibbled her neck.

A few minutes later, just when Sansa thought they'd found a rhythm together, Sandor shifted them again, moving to stand beside the bed and pulling her legs so that he could enter her again. Now, her legs in the air and her ass against his thighs, he started pounding into her again, and he was deeper than ever, deeper than she'd thought possible. This position meant that not only was he pounding her pussy but also her clit, and she whimpered and moaned with each thrust, which only seemed to excite him more. His pace gradually quickened, and she felt as if she was bursting at the seams. 

Then, sooner than she expected, Sansa’s back arched and she felt her climax rippling all through her body. She saw stars behind her eyes as well as a smirk on Sandor's face. One of his hands now pinned Sansa’s wrist to the bed and she couldn't help but grind against him. Eventually, with one final thrust, he emptied himself into her, causing the both of them to moan, before falling limply over on the bed. 

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To her surprise, Sansa woke up before Sandor. For a moment upon waking, she panicked, having forgotten that she’d fallen asleep in a stranger’s bed instead of her own. Sandor’s arm was draped over her and he was snoring softly, looking oddly peaceful for a man covered in bruises, cuts, and scars. Sansa now had the opportunity to look this man over as he slept next to her, to see just exactly what she’d gotten herself into. 

Gods, if my parents could see me now, they'd lose their minds, she thought. She’d been living on her own for a year now, but her parents were still incredibly protective, regularly checking in on her to make sure she was all right. If they found out their precious daughter had spent the night with a strange man who frequented underground fighting rings… Sansa shuddered to think. Sansa wasn’t normally one to be living on the edge, but if this was what it felt like, she thought she could get used to it easily. 

Still asleep, Sandor rolled over slightly, and now his stomach was facing up. His cock peeked out from underneath the blanket, and it gave Sansa a terrible idea. She sat up, then crawled across the bed to position herself between his legs. She gave the tip of his cock a small lick, and he stirred a little bit, but not enough to wake. His cock, however, did seem to be waking up. She put the head in her mouth and rolled her tongue around it, and Sandor opened his eyes. 

“Good morning to you, too,” he said groggily.

“I’ve been told that men like this sort of thing,” joked Sansa.

Instead of replying, Sandor grabbed Sansa by the back of her head and shoved her mouth onto his now-hard cock. It was more than a mouthful, and she gagged, which only made him chuckle and release her. 

Before Sansa could say anything else, Sandor lifted himself up and flipped her over, so he was on top of her once again. "Men do like that sort of thing," he grumbled, his breath warm on her ear. "But it typically leads to other sorts of things." 

"And what might that be?" teased Sansa.

Sandor shrugged. "Me fucking you into the mattress."

"I think you've already done that." 

"And I bet I can make you want me to do it again."

I already do, thought Sansa, but she wanted to see where he was going with this. She bit her lip and said, "Oh, really?" 

Without another word, Sandor began to shuffle down the bed, leaving kisses across Sansa's nude body as he went. Then, he knelt on the floor next to the bed, and just as he did the night before, grabbed her by her hips and pulled her toward him. He kissed her inner thigh softly, eliciting a small gasp from her. 

"Sandor…" whispered Sansa.

"Already wet for me," stated Sandor, before gently kissing her outer lips. "You're a good girl, aren't you?" 

Sansa let out a small, whimpered, "Oh!"

"And you like it when I call you a good girl, don't you?" His tongue flicked across her clit.

Sansa could only nod in response.

Sandor chuckled and lightly pushed his tongue into her. She instinctively grabbed his dark hair with her hand and bucked her hips against him, as his tongue explored her. Whimpers and moans escaped her lips, but she was enjoying herself too much to care how loud she was. She had never felt that damn good in her life, and she couldn’t help but think through the jolts of pleasure that she wanted to get lost in this part of the city more often. 

Sansa began to shudder, but before her orgasm could take her over, Sandor stopped and jumped on the bed. Soon he was inside her, with one hand bracing himself on the headboard and the other holding Sansa’s ass as he thrust into her. He leaned toward her ear and growled, “Are you gonna come on my cock again, good girl?”

Those words were all it took for Sansa to lose control and do as he’d asked. Sandor followed suit, moaning Sansa’s name as he came into her. He kissed her neck and whispered, "Gods, if losing a fight brings me this good of a pussy, I might just have to get stabbed more often.”

Sansa laughed. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

“What, you want me to get stabbed?” teased Sandor.

“No, I was thinking that I should spend more time in this part of town.”

Sandor rolled off of her, then pulled her toward him so that her head was on his brawny chest. “No, you shouldn’t. It’s still not safe for a pretty little bird like you around here.” 

“Bird?”

“Yeah,” Sandor replied with a shrug. “Because of the way you sang for me.”

Sansa felt her cheeks turn hot, which was soon alleviated by Sandor kissing her on her forehead. He then lowered his voice as if someone would hear, and murmured into her hair, “But I could always visit your birdcage from time to time, if you want.”

Sansa smiled. “Definitely."

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Gendry's Son | Male Reader X Harem

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by Hollunk

After a 30 year reign, Y/n Baratheon has fallen on the field of battle. Facing the final Blackfyre Rebellion. Taking the final Blackfyre down with him. But he refuses to give in to death, and is reborn in the body of the supposed second son of Robert Baratheon, Orys Baratheon.

Words: 3623, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sansa Stark, Arianne Martell, Elia Sand, Daenerys Targaryen, Margaery Tyrell, Myrcella Baratheon, Original Female Character(s), Reader, Ashara Dayne, Jeyne Westerling Stark, Cersei Lannister, Robert Baratheon, Joffrey Baratheon, Tommen Baratheon, Ned Stark, Tywin Lannister, Catelyn Tully Stark, Brandon Stark, Bran Stark, Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Gendry (A Song of Ice and Fire), Arya Stark, Benjen Stark, Jon Arryn, Varys (A Song of Ice and Fire), Petyr Baelish, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Olenna Tyrell, Bronn (A Song of Ice and Fire), Sandor Clegane, Brienne of Tarth, Thoros of Myr (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Relationships: Sansa Stark/Original Male Character(s), Arianne Martell/Original Male Character(s), Elia Sand/Original Male Character(s), Daenerys Targaryen/Original Male Character(s), Margaery Tyrell/Original Male Character(s), Myrcella Baratheon/Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Ashara Dayne/Original Male Character(s), Jeyne Westerling/Original Male Character(s), Catelyn Tully Stark/Original Male Character(s), Cersei Lannister/Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Aunt/Nephew Incest, Sibling Incest, Shameless Smut, Older Man/Younger Woman, Older Woman/Younger Man, Westeros (A Song of Ice and Fire), Essos (A Song of Ice and Fire), Greyjoy Rebellion | Balon Greyjoy's Rebellion Against the Iron Throne, Parent/Child Incest

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[broken-ghost]

Inbox is Open for Requests! 

I typically write female reader out of habit so if you would prefer gender neutral or male reader please specify and you got it !

Fluff, Angst, Smut, I’m open for anything.

All requests welcome but if you are looking for prompts here’s the Latest Prompt List: First Kiss Prompts

Masterlist

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Fandoms/Characters I write for:

Stranger Things: Jim Hopper, Dmitri Antonov, Joyce Byers, Murray Bauman, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, Alexei Smirnoff

Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit: Thorin, Thranduil, Legolas, Elrond, Boromir, Kili, Fili, Bofur, Aragorn, Celeborn, Bilbo, Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, Eowyn, Arwen

Obey Me!: Lucifer, Diavolo, Mammon, Beelzabub

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul: Hank Schrader, Lalo Salamanca, Nacho Vargo, Jesse Pinkman, Howard Hamlin, Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman

Game of Thrones: Jamie Lannister, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Jorah Mormont, Sandor Clegane, Tormund Giantsbane, Stannis Baratheon, Bronn of the Blackwater, Gendry Baratheon, Jaqen H'ghar (This is the only fandom I’m open to writing character x character pairings in so feel free to send those as well)

The Boys: Homelander, Queen Maeve, Billy Butcher, Soldier Boy, Mother’s Milk, Frenchie

Squid Game: Seong Gi-hun, Cho Sang-woo, Hwang Jun-ho, Sae-byeok, Jang Deok-su, Salesman, Front Man

The Hollows/Rachel Morgan Series: Trent Kalamack, Rachel Morgan, Ivy Tamwood, Algaliarept “Al”, Rynn Cormel, Stanley Saladan, Kisten Felps, David Hue

#fan fiction #stranger things fanfiction #the lord of the rings fanfiction #the hobbit fanfiction #Tolkein FanFiction #obey me fanfiction #better call Saul FanFiction #breaking bad fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction #the boys fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #the hollows FanFiction #the hollows reader insert #squid game FanFiction #squid game reader insert

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Bronn Praising You

"Fuck, you are good at that. " The Sellsword growls. You look up at him and smirk. "Go on, carry on. " He murmurs. You lean back in to nip at his thigh, inching ever closer to his cock. His erection is twitching in your face. "Suck it. " His fingers tangle in your hair. You open your mouth lewdly. He chuckles horsely, slapping his cock onto your face. You moan softly, although more for his benefit.

"You are so fucking hungry, aren't you, sweetling." Bronn murmurs.

You flick your tongue at his glans. He inhales sharply. "Like that. " He hisses. You repeat the ministration and he groans. "A little more." It is an order. You take the head of his cock into your mouth. Bronn groans loudly. "Fuck yeah, good girl." He tangles his fingers into your hair. He gives a soft pull.

He fucks your mouth, groaning upon every thrust. You feel him almost trigger your gag reflex every time. But you breathe through your nose and stay composed.

"You take it so fucking well." Bronn rasps. He pulls your hair again, so you are forced backwards. Only his glans remains in your mouth. You work at it with your tongue. "Fuck yes, so good. Just like that, yes. Very very good." The sellsword groans. You taste his precum and suck down on his glans. "Fuck! Good girl." Bronn grunts. He is throbbing in your mouth. His fingers troke your face and you tongue his slit. He swears under his breath.

"Good girl, you are doing so well for me." Bronn growls. He angles his hips and begins to fuck your mouth. Each time he thrusts into your throat till the very hilt. Your nose presses against his pelvic bone. "You are taking me so good." Bronn growls. He twists your hair around his fingers and holds your head upright while he thrusts fiercely. You do your best not to gag. "Good girl." Bronn smirks down on you.

You continue to suck, saliva dribbling down your chin. Bronn whispers how well you are doing for him, his blunt nails scratching at your scalp, growing more and more feeble.

"Fuck! Turn around." He all but barks. You are swift to oblige, letting him slip from your mouth. Bronn swears at the loss. You turn your arse to him. "Good girl." He grunts. He gives you a good slap on the rear and then lines himself up.

He plunged into you. "Fuck, such a good fucking bitch." He hisses.

#Bronn #Bronn x Reader #Jerome Flynn #Game of Thrones #got #smut under the cut

[vikingstoner69]

Bronn/Reader: swim (Smut)

fandom:Game of thones 

Pairng:Bronn/Reader

I hope this is good I know i said it would be posted yesrday but i was super tried so here it is. I am thinking of doing something like this with Sandor. 

      You sigh and groan at the heat of the midday sun. Bronn and you were in the middle of nowhere going who knows where. Bronn was a few years older than you but you made quite the pair. You both were dangerous. 

"It's too hot!" You groan and plop down under a tree and remove one of your tops. Bronn looks down at you, his eyes going right to your heaving chest. 

"Ya know it's not right to tease a man" he smirks down at you leaning against a tree and grabbing the water. 

"Oh please it's not like you haven't seen me in a top before" you grin and stand up he watches your every move. You and Bronn had been best friends for years and have always been flirty but nothing ever came of it, even if you wanted it so badly.

"Let's get on the move" he groans and stands back up. You sigh and stand up and follow beside him. You don't know how long you both walked for but by the time you got to the side of the mountain you were tired. You grin and look at bronn when you hear the roaring sound of water.

"You hear that?" You ask with a big smile and head for the water Bronn right behind you. Going deeper into the cave you found fresh flowing water and what looked like a small lake with a waterfall. 

"See, told you I wasn't lost I knew we would find water" he grins and walks to the edge you roll your eyes and start to strip. 

"Seven hells! Do you think you're doing! Get dressed before I have to kill someone!" He growls his eyes never leaving your body

 "Or you could get naked with me and cool off" you grin and step into the cool water making you moan softly as the feeling. Once you got to over your breasts you stop and turn to him and watch to see what he would do. 

"If I get in that water with you, you're mine" he says bluntly you watch him as he removes his shirt, his leather pants riding low on his hips and you licked your lips. 

"Let's see if you can back that up" you grin and just like that he gets into the water and makes his way over to you his hands going to your hips and he pulls you flush to him. One of his hands wrapping in your hair and he pulls your head to his lips crashing in a burning hot kiss.

He bites your lips and you moan your hands holding to him tightly while his other hand grabs a handful of your ass. 

"I don't even know how many times I have gotten off on the thoughts of you" he says into your neck and you whine at his touch. He has barely touched yet and you were already soaked. 

"I want you" you moan your body rubbing his and you reach under the water and grab his hard cock and he groans as you stroke him. 

"Shit!" He groans and you kiss and nip his neck and chest. 

"Your cock is bigger then I imagined it" you nip his ear lobe and you swipe the tip and his hips buck. 

"Let's get out of this water" he says, grabbing your hand and pulling you on the bank with him. He sets you down on your laid out clothes. You put your hand on his chest and turn him so he's the one sitting down. 

"I want your cock in my mouth" you say, grabbing his long hard cock and giving him a few pumps. He groans and his head falls back from your touch. 

"Whatever the lady wants" he teases you, you lean down and lick from balls to tip before swirling your tongue around the tip. You look up at him and take him down your throat. And moan at the taste. His hand going into your hair. You suck hard and pull off with a pop. You grab his spit covered cock and stroke him.

"You know I have thought about sucking your cock so memy times" you say before taking him back down your throat and sucking hard. He groans and thrusts his hips, you moan and relax your throat. Bronn fucks your throat he grunts and cums down your throat  making you moan as he fills your mouth. You pull off and sallow what he gives you with a smirk on your swollen lips. He looks at you breathing heavily. He grabs your throat and kisses you deeply making you moan. His other hand grabs your breasts and he groans at the feeling of them. You watch as he drops to his knees his mouth latching onto a nipple making you cry out he sucks and bites leaving a dark mark behind. 

"Get your ass down here" you laugh lightly as he pulls you down onto him and before you know it you're on your back,Bronn leaning over you he felt so good between your legs. You moan and thrust your hips up and moan when his cock rubs your soaked cunt. 

"Please Bronn" you beg as your cunt throbs you hear him chuckle and you whine. 

"I don't see what the rush is my lady" he grins his hand going to your cunt and you both groan.

"I wanna feel you deep inside of me!" You beg and your hips thrusts up, he grins and pins your hips down. He bites your hip bone and you gasp.

"I'll fuck you when I'm ready" he grins and licks through your folds you moan loudly your hands going into his hair.

"Fuck!" You moan your head falling back as bronn ate you out like a man starved. You grind your hips up moaning and crying out as you get closer to the edge. Bronn nips your clit and shoves his finger in you and you're shoved over the edge. You cum hard your body shaking as he licks and sucks what you give him. He kisses up your body to your neck and bites and starts to rub your clit slowly dipping his fingers in your cunt making you moan. 

"Your so tight wrapped around my finger, so wet and hot" he groans, pulling his hand away before smacking your cunt making you cry out. He did it three more times before rubbing your clit. 

"Fuck me, good and hard, leave marks all over me" you grin up at him he grabs your throat and grabs his cock and rubs it through your folds making you buck and whine. 

"Your soaked for me love" he groans his cock head at your entrance. You bite your lip and whine at the feeling. Bronn thrust foaerd and goes balls deep making you cry out an latch onto him tightly. 

"Fuck! So fucking good!" You moan as he pounds into you he fucks you into the cave floor the sound of skin slaping skin echos through the cave along with your heavy breathing and moan of pleasure. 

"You fit so tight!" He groans with a hard thrust making you cry out and cling to him. Your nails leave little marks behind. 

"So good, bronn please" you moan feeling the rush you were close and so was he. Bronn pounded into you hard and fast never losing his thurst as he rubs your clit and you are shoved over the edge taking him with you his hot cum covering your walls. Bronn lays his head on your shoulder catching his breath. 

"I think you broke me" you grin your body numb in the best of ways. You hear him chuckle and kiss your shoulder. 

"Ay, rest love" he says, your eyes feeling too heavy to hold open and you drift to sleep in his arms. 

#smut #requests are still open btw #reader #game of thrones #please request #bronn of the blackwater #bronn/reader #bronn of the blackwater smut

[darkrpfinder]

Please be 21+ to interact!!!

21+. She/Her. Looking for some various fandom roleplays. I'm only interested in canon x canon pairings. I have a strong preference for MxM ships, but I'm willing to do some FxF and MxF too. I like canon/canon divergent plots and write on Discord (third person, past tense, 200-400 words on average). I'm a sucker for romantic relationships and don't mind/encourage writing smut but with a healthy does of plot. I'll be sharing my strongest muses (the name on the left) for each and my greatest ship desires for them (the names on the right). I do have other muses, and I'm willing to discuss other ships. But, if you want me at my most enthusiastic, what I have listed is what I'm most interested in.

Doctor Who:

Eleventh Doctor - Jack, Rory, Clara

Fifth Doctor - Turlough, Ainley!Master

Fourteenth Doctor - Jack

Sixth Doctor - Ainley!Master

Tenth Doctor - Jack, Simm!Master

Fantastic Beasts Franchise:

Albus Dumbledore - Grindelwald, Theseus, Newt, Jacob

Theseus Scamander - Dumbledore, Grindelwald

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon:

Beric Dondarrion - Thoros

Daemon Targaryen - Laenor, Criston, Otto, Rhaenyra (preferably before the 10-year time jump), Laena

Daenerys Targaryen - Margaery, Jaime, Jorah

Jaime Lannister - Bronn, Dany, Sansa

Margaery Tyrell - Dany, Sansa, Stannis, Joffrey

Petyr Baelish - Renly, Sansa

Roose Bolton - Stannis, Tywin, Sansa

Stannis Baratheon - Roose, Davos

Thoros - Beric

Tywin Lannister - Roose, Aerys II

Marvel:

Benjamin Poindexter - Ray, Matt, Karen

Bruce Banner - Tony, Natasha

Bucky Barnes - Zemo, Tony

Carol Danvers - Valkyrie

Eddie Brock - Venom, Wade, Andrew!Peter, Dan

Loki Laufeyson - Thor, Mobius, Grandmaster

Nathan Summers - Wade

Andrew!Peter Parker - Dane!Harry, Matt, Wade, Eddie, Tobey!Peter, Gwen

Ray Nadeem - Dex, Matt

Tony Stark - Bucky, Dr. Strange, Tom!Peter, Bruce

Wade Wilson - Eddie, Cable, Andrew!Peter, Comics!Peter, Dopinder, Colossus, Wolverine

Supernatural:

Arthur Ketch - Dean, Mick

Azazel - Sam, John

Chuck Shurley - Sam, Dean

Crowley - Dean, Bobby, Cas

Dean Winchester - Ketch, Crowley, Chuck, Benny, Lucifer, Garth

Lucifer - Dean, Sam, Nick

Mick Davies - Ketch, Sam

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Franchise:

Drayton Sawyer - Open to discussing whatever

Johnny Sawyer - Leland, Sonny, Julie

Nubbins Sawyer - Danny, Maria

Tex Sawyer - Open to discussing whatever

If you'd like to work something out, please message me (HIGHLY preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

In either case, in your first message, please tell me about your writing style, what fandom(s) you were interested, and what ships you might be interested in or characters you were interested in writing against. I WILL NOT be responding to simple "I was interested in your ad" messages and other ones of that nature. 99% of the people who don't say much tend to eventually ghost me.

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