Welcome Home (Sandor x Reader, NSFW)
Pairing: Sandor Clegane x F!Reader
Summary:Ā It was requested I write a fic in an AU where Sandor survives Season 8 and is married to Sansa's seamstress, in which Sandor is reunited with his wife and things get..spicey.Ā
Wordcount:Ā 2435
Rating:Ā Explicit
Warnings: canon divergence, swearing, explicit language, Sandor being mildly sexually aggressive, Sandor fucking BITES and I do not take criticism on this, me not writing dialogue for Sandor very well, size kink, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, unprotected sex.Ā
A/N:Ā I suck at writing for Sandor but this is only my first attempt.Ā Be kind, and comment if you feel so inclined. (:
Also I'll be reblogging this later with the AO3 link.
You'd tossed and turned all night. Ā Every night without Sandor by your side was fitful.Ā A generous quantity of wine before bed helped, just not enough. You had spent so many years comforted by your husband's warmth and sheer size that it just didn't feel right trying to find slumber without Sandor's arms wrapped around you, his warm breath and soft snores in your ear.Ā The burly mastiff that the Clegane house had provided as a wedding gift those years ago huffed and curled up behind your knees, attempting to provide you with the company you were so sorely lacking.Ā The pressure of the massive dog leaning into you was all that encouraged you to somnolence, as you imagined a much more substantial hound was providing you the warmth needed for rest.
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The sharp clank of your door's lock shifting roused you instantly.Ā The mastiff sprang to its paws and a growl rose from deep in its chest, but a heavy gauntleted hand patted the creature's head and calmed it instantly.Ā "All right, you bloody mutt.Ā That's a good dog."Ā Ā
It felt like a dream, hearing that deep rasp.Ā It had been a dream on so many occasions since Sandor left to accompany Queen Sansa on her visit to consult Bran in the Crownlands.Ā You'd slept so little the entire time he had been absent that it felt like a vision, suddenly seeing your husband's towering visage before you.Ā
After shoeing your mastiff into the hall, Sandor sat down heavily before you on the bed, and discarded his gauntlets upon the floor.Ā The moment you sat up he captured your face in large, calloused hands and kissed you with a ferocity that took your breath away.Ā His kisses could be harsh but his lips were soft, save for the fur around his mouth that tickled you.Ā For a lingering moment you wondered if this perfect moment was indeed just another dream.
With a low rumble under his breath Sandor pulled away, planting the softest kiss upon your forehead, before wrapping huge arms around you and folding you against his chest.Ā If there were seven heavens then this was indubitably one of them, surrounded by your husband's warmth, the light musk of his skin, and his fingers absent-mindedly stroking your bed-befuddled hair.Ā Ā
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"I was wondering if you were ever coming back," you jested quietly, turning your face up to meet Sandor's gaze.Ā Your chiding words were immediately punished by sharp teeth nipping at your lips, followed by a tender kiss where he'd now left a light red mark.Ā You clutched his thickly furred jaw in both hands, thumbs occasionally ghosting over his cheekbones, almost trying to convince yourself he was real.Ā Ā
Sandor leaned back, suddenly looking lost.Ā He got like this sometimes, especially following any significant absence of you.Ā Originally you only saw this reaction out of him when you'd stroke or kiss the marred half of his face; you'd always loved pressing your lips to that downward-drooping brow.Ā It had bewildered Sandor for the longest, the fact that not only did you have no qualms about looking at him, you had no apprehensions about touching his melted skin.Ā An almost tranced expression overcame his face, his thumb stroking your cheek absent-mindedly as you moved closer to him.Ā Ā
"I missed you," Sandor rumbled hoarsely, his wolfish gaze of his good eye dropping to your lips.Ā Ā
"And I love you."
"Mm. Daft as always," Sandor grunted, with his tiny quirk of a smile, before kissing you once more with fervor.Ā Ā Ā Ā
"I was going to offer you wine but you already taste like it," you chuckled against his mouth.Ā You had long since begun to associate the deep sugary flavor of red wine with Sandor's coarsely furred lips, and you were perfectly fine with that.Ā Ā
"What the fuck else am I supposed to do on that ride back?Ā Besides.Ā The Broken King can afford Dornish red."Ā
"Don't call him that."Ā You gave Sandor the same puppy eyes you did when he casually insulted any of your acquaintances in the Stark family.Ā Ā
Sandor snorted and suddenly you were being pushed back onto the bed.Ā "Quit your talking," he rasped.Ā "We've got lost time to make up for."Ā Ā Ā
You weren't about to argue with the huge man as his lips found your neck and he deftly undid the lacing of your dress until it loosened from your shoulders, revealing your chest and stomach to him.Ā Looking you up and down, Sandor absent-mindedly drew his lower lip between his teeth.Ā He looked hungry, not unlike the way he appeared when he was itching for a fight to start.Ā Ā
More lacings came undone and more harsh kisses and bites ensued.Ā Sandor worked his way down your body, nipping at your collarbone then showing delicacy to your nipples - swirling his tongue around them until you shivered and tightened your fingers' grip in his hair.Ā You loved the fact that his hands were more than large enough to entirely encompass each of your breasts in his palms, and that his mouth was deft in his exploration of your body.Ā
It was not long before Sandor was wriggling your dress over your hips and discarding it upon the floor, before taking a moment to admire the form of his wife, drinking in your visage.Ā He had this way of smiling at you that didn't quite reach his mouth but the crinkles around his eyes betrayed that he was pleased.Ā He ran one large, rough hand down your side and over the sharp curve of your hip, before taking your knee and spreading you open before him.Ā Ā
He kissed your inner thighs delicately, starting near your knees and moving closer and closer to your core.Ā His beard tickled you here and there but that was soon forgotten when his warm mouth reached your nub, his large tongue languidly lapping up and down your folds.Ā One calloused hand gripped the junction where your thigh met your hip, while the other tentatively stroked your entrance, gauging how ready you were.Ā Ā
"Sandor, please," you breathed, and that was all he needed.Ā Two long, thick fingers slid into you, before curving upward in a come-hither motion, stroking the spot inside you that made your eyes roll back immediately.Ā His talented tongue swirling around your nub had you shuddering uncontrollably and tightening around his fingers, making Sandor sigh against you in satisfaction - a low noise that reverberated through your core and had your thighs quivering on either side of his head.Ā Ā
Your fingers twisted in his hair, attempting to gather long locks away from his face the way he would for you when your mouth was full of his cock.Ā Gasps and mutters of his name fell from your lips as you felt shocks snaking up through your body.Ā His fingers quickened their pace, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, as he suckled at your nub like his life depended on it.Ā Ā
For a moment you looked down at the tantalizing man between your legs, overcome with the fact that it was him you had managed to marry and that was pleasuring you, the Hound, that was exploring you so intimately.Ā Years of being together had never dulled this exhilaration; had never lessened the inherent excitement of being ravished by this notoriously huge, powerful man.Ā For a moment his "good" eye met your gaze; the other eye was too weighed down by his maimed, melted brow to see you at such an angle.Ā
"Sandor, I'm -"Ā Your voice cut off suddenly, unable to process the amount of sensation coursing through you.Ā
In response he slipped a third finger into you, at which point you were certain he was not simply enjoying playing with you, he was getting you ready.Ā "Go ahead."Ā His rasping voice rumbling against you, and the sudden crook of his fingers inside you against that special spot was all you needed.Ā You tightened your grip in Sandor's hair and cried out as stars burst behind your eyelids, your back arching up off the bed.Ā Ā
A fewmioments and Sandor sat up as you lay quivering and spent, wiping your moisture from his lips and beard.Ā His eyes were dark with lust, and he was breathing nearly as hard as you were.Ā Ā
As you slowly came down from the high that his ministrations provided, you had the pleasure of watching Sandor stand and shed his layers.Ā He was quite adept at undoing his own armor, the result of having never accepted a squire, swiftly leaving him in the loose small-clothes that were your honor to remove.Ā You sat up, still remarkably shaky in the legs, and took the hem of his tunic in your hands.Ā You laid a kiss upon each section of your husband's flesh that you revealed, savoring the soft tickle of the dark hair that covered the expanse of his broad chest and abdomen.Ā Ā
Tunic removed, you graduated down to the buttons of his trousers, teasingly avoiding the swelling you encountered.Ā Your husband's arousal was no small thing to avoid - to your original intrigue and dismay, you had discovered Sandor was exactly as well-endowed as one would assume a man of his stature might be. You kissed the deep brown fur from his collarbone to his navel, while your hands worked on freeing him from the confines of his trousers.Ā Ā
Cloth slipped over his hips and Sandor sighed in relief, his stiffened length no longer uncomfortably restrained.Ā You began laying adoring kisses on your husband's stomach, following the thick trail of brown curls from his navel to his root.Ā A low rumble worked its way out of the huge man as you placed more kisses on either side of his cock, his warm shaft just barely grazing your cheek.Ā Ā
"Enough," Sandor growled, taking a handful of your hair, and once again you found yourself being gripped by the shoulder and pushed back onto the bed, though with more fervor this time.Ā He crawled onto the bed after you, a hungry, predatory gleam in his eyes as he moved atop you.Ā Ā
Sandor clutched your face in both large hands, resting his forehead against yours.Ā His breath was hot on your face and hisĀ warm member slid back and forth over your entrance, his leaking length heavy and rubbing against your nub.Ā You squirmed a little in anticipation beneath Sandor as his tip sought your entrance.
Sandor's lips found yours again before he leaned into you, the weight of his body driving his cock home.Ā You gasped sharply, all of you tensing as he filled you suddenly and nearly to the hilt, your fingers tangling frantically in your husband's llong hair. You couldn't blame him - he was desperate, he needed to be one with his wife after all this time, but that didn't change the fact that in his urgency Sandor was forgetting you might need some extra time to adjust to him after all these moons of his absence.Ā Ā
Sandor drew back, his lips exploring from your jaw to your ear. Your nails dug into his shoulders and you yelped as he bottomed out in you with the next thrust; he still wasn't even buried to the hilt.Ā With a few insistent strokes the burn of him stretching you began to fade, or it became easier to ignore when Sandor filling you to the brim was sending shocks resonating through your core.Ā Ā
If you really needed convincing to ignore the short-lived pain of his entrance, Sandor sank his teeth into the side of your neck, distracting you with a sensation he knew you responded well to.Ā The bite was sharp but sent a delicious, dull ache resonating through you as he held on, like a dog mounting its bitch.Ā You were fully aware that this would be a blue or purple bruise tomorrow, the way his teeth were baring into you, but you didn't care.Ā In fact the prospect excited you particularly.Ā Few things satisfied you as much as visible reminders that you belonged to the Hound - it was your honor to wear the marks of the Clegane dog claiming you, branded in your own misplaced blood.Ā Perhaps one day that honor would be worn as a swollen belly full of Sandor's pups.Ā Ā
You wrapped your legs snugly around his midsection, allowing a less overwhelming angle as his pace began to pick up rapidly.Ā What had been relatively methodical strokes were now frantic and restless, eliciting gasps and shrill moans from you every time Sandor's cock came up against that wall deep inside you, sending tendrils of sharp pleasure up through you.Ā Your eyes rolled back in your head and the rest of the world began to drop away, nothing existing in that moment but your union with Sandor; the musk of his skin surrounding you, the tickle of his dark helical strands falling around your face, the breath-taking sensation of him filling you relentlessly.Ā He was absolutely intoxicating.Ā Ā
The force of his rutting eventually sent you over the edge again, and you cried out frantically enough that you stuffed your own fist into your mouth with celerity.Ā Sandor immediately grasped your wrist, holding your hand captive above your head.Ā "No," he snarled, gripping the hair of the back of your head, "let them hear what I'm doing to you."Ā Undoubtedly referring to adjacent rooms in the castle.Ā You whimpered against Sandor's furred lips, unable to control your body tightening around him convulsively, drawing from him his own climax.Ā Sandor took your throat between his teeth with a low snarl as he suddenly spilled into you, his warm seed filling you to the point of overflowing.Ā Ā
You kept your legs tightened around your husband's waist as he loosened his teeth on your flesh and rested his damp forehead against the swoop of your shoulder. You were unwilling to experience the absence of him within your body just yet.Ā Sandor's cock still pulsed and twitched, his breath ragged on your neck, as your insides milked the last few drops out of him.Ā
A small whine escaped you as Sandor withdrew slowly, settling beside you on the bed and collecting you to his chest.Ā You nuzzled against the soft curls of his collarbone and gently entwined your legs with his.Ā "I love you," Sandor rumbled sleepily, resting his chin atop your head.Ā Ā
"Welcome home, love."Ā You laid a languid series of tender kisses beneath his jaw, though Sandor was already snoring softly, arms still clasped solidly around you.Ā You smiled against his chest, and it wasn't long until you fell into the only peaceful sleep you'd found in fortnights.Ā Ā






















