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Feb 27, 2022

⁀➷Listen to Me // Sandor Clegane x F!Reader

Request: “The reader is a fighter an she almost gets killed in battle but sanders saves her once the battle is over he finds her in her room and they get into an argument that leads to rough smut with biting marking and dirty talk if you don’t mind”.

Requested by: @vikingstoner69 thank you for the request! x

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, rough sex, possessive, size kink, dirty talk, pet names, fingering, finger riding, oral (m receiving), multiple orgasms, manhandling, scratching, biting, disobeying orders

Word: 4.7k

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edited: 24/6/25

The sword held tightly in your hand swung with expert movements, slaying your enemies one by one as they tried to enter King’s Landing.

The sound of metal clashing, men shouting and roaring was like sweet music to your ears as one by one the enemies fell.

As you sidestepped another, your weapon buried deep into the chest of the unnamed man, shoving him to the floor and glancing around briefly to see the massive shadow a few bodies away, his gigantic sword swinging through multiple people at a time.

The hound was an impressive warrior and always seemed to catch your attention, but now was not the time, as another nameless person tried to attack you. However, your sword easily ploughed through his abdomen.

Trying to get your mind back into the action, you hadn’t realised how overwhelmed the area you’d run into had become, as enemies were easily able to surround you.

For a few moments, you were able to keep them back, but as your body ached from using so much energy at once, they stepped closer. And silently, you sent a prayer, knowing this could potentially be your last moment.

Turning on the spot, a sword was less than an inch from making contact with your face, but it simply hovered in the air while you stared, confused, at it, your breath caught in your throat from the slightest inkling of fear that had settled in the pit of your stomach.

The owner of the sword jolted, before being lifted into the air. Sandor was behind him, his long sword buried deep within the enemy's chest, and he was thrown effortlessly to the side.

“Listen to my words girl, if you go past our front line one more time, I’m not coming to save your fucking arse so get behind and stay, that is an order!”

Before you could respond, his hand firmly wrapped around your upper arm whilst he dragged you back to where you’d previously been stationed, anger boiling under your skin at being treated like a child, but the oncoming enemies distracted the two of you, returning you to the thick of it.

The battle continued for hours, and of course, you were the victors, but you didn’t stop to join in the celebrations, deciding to retire to your quarters.

As the adrenaline wore off from the battle, your muscles started to throb and ache from the overuse, especially as you started to unstrap all of your armour.

Lifting the goblet to your lips, the burn from the cheap wine helped the aches and pains pulsing through your body as you stared at your reflection, your other hand wiping away the blood, sweat and mud that caked your face.

Once it was clean, you were able to inspect the minor littering of scratches, thankful that these were the only injuries that you seemed to have.

However, your thoughts were cut off as heavy footsteps sounded from outside, and instantly, you knew who was about to storm through your door.

Right on cue, Sandor smashed opened your bedroom door, not having the courtesy to knock as his eyes zoned in on your sitting form, eyes briefly glancing down at the thin nightdress that you’d changed into, whilst you looked him up and down, seeing that he had changed out of his armour too, leaving him in his dark undershirt and trousers.

His eyes were bulging in anger, a wineskin gripped tightly in his fist as he seethed, “what the fuck did you think you were playing at out there?”

You didn’t answer straight away, letting the anger build in the room, even though Sandor was your superior in ranks, you always loved to rile him up, pushing back on his commands, notably being one of only a handful of female guards, you liked to see just how far you could push him.

“Me? I was handling it just fine out there before you got in my way.”

Standing up now, so you were facing him, he walked further into the room, slamming the door behind him. But you saw it coming, not trying to show any trepidation at his aggressive manner.

“So, having a sword nearly piercing your skull is ‘handling it’? You wouldn’t be standing here right now if I didn’t ‘get in your way’.”

With every word, he inched closer, and you couldn’t help the thrill that shot through you at how much he overshadowed your figure, always having found the man attractive.

Your neck ached slightly from looking up into his face, his wine-smelling breath fanning across your face as you retorted, “That’s the risk of battle, Sandor! People live and die!”

What you didn’t expect was his large hand to enclose around your neck, easily pushing you until your back hit the stone wall of your room.

“Are you really that thick? Do you expect me to watch you fucking die? Do you really wish to die that desperately?”

Oh, you’d pushed it far now, the arguments never having turned to him pushing up against the wall before, but adrenaline started to race through your veins as your heartbeat pounded in your chest, not being able to stop responding.

“Get off of me, Sandor! I’m as much of a warrior as you are, I slew just as many enemies today, but people die, I accepted that a long time ago!”

Your fingernails dug into his hand, which was increasingly adding pressure to your neck, his fingers nearly touching due to his great size.

Sandor only growled at your response and took a few steps back, pulling you with him before slamming your chest into his, keeping you close as he stared down at you with aggression.

If it were any other scenario, you would have cowered, but you were never one to back down.

Leaning down slightly, his grip still firmly around your throat, his voice was quieter but still just as deep, “I am you fucking leader in this army, when I say something you do it instantly without any of your fucking retorts. If I tell you to return to your position in battle, you do so. If I tell you to eat your food off the floor, you do it. If I tell you to get on your knees and suck my cock, you do it. Am I making myself clear?”

His vulgar words had your centre pulsing with images of being on your knees before him, driving you on to do something you’d never done before.

Still, the liquid courage from your goblet and your adrenaline spurred you on, “Is that what you want me to do? Warm your cock instead of going to battle? I bet you’re hard right now with your hand around my neck”.

Releasing your grip on his hand, your fingers dropped down, reaching for his clothed cock, finding it thick and hard.

Trying not to show your shock at actually being correct and the sheer size of it, not that you should have been surprised, you simply chuckled, trying to ignore the dampness between your thighs.

“You can’t control me all the time Sandor, if I want to go to battle and fight,” squeezing his cock harder, you saw his breath catch in his throat as he stared down at you with dark eyes, “I fucking will.”

It seemed you’d reach the limit with the Hound as he spun you around and forcefully pushed you down over the table next to the warm fire.

You couldn’t hold back your surprised gasp as your cheek pressed against the hardwood, his hand now pressing down on the back of your neck, keeping you in place.

His breath hit your face as he heavily leaned over the back of you, the table being so tall that you were struggling to keep the tips of your toes on the floor.

“Do you really believe that you have control and authority over all of this? Huh?”

You couldn’t answer, all of your thoughts going to the feeling of his large body, dwarfing your own and the way his hard cock was rubbing against your lower back.

So lost in your arousal that you hadn’t noticed the mewling noises you were producing, as you desperately wished to feel more of him.

Sandor snickered, seeing how pathetic you were becoming, noticing the slight sway of your hips as you wanted a harsher touch.

“Maybe it's not me who needs their cock warmed, is it dove? Look at you, I bet you’re fucking dripping, maybe I should keep you locked up in my room, out of trouble, as my own personal whore, I bet you’d fucking love that.”

Your skin became hot and flushed at his words, wanting nothing more than to be used for his pleasure, and even though you were stubborn, your arousal was slowly turning your brain to mush.

“Please, Sandor”, you tried to push your hips back, desperately rubbing against his groin, but he held you down firmly.

Both of your arms tried to reach for him as well; however, the awkward angle made it difficult, so you were only able to get behind your head and grip onto the hand holding you down, your nails once again digging into his skin, but he didn’t falter.

“Is that what you want? For me to sheath my cock deep inside your warm cunt?” he didn’t give you time to answer as he ground his clothed member hard into your centre, the friction was just what you wanted, causing you to moan filthily.

“Fuck, Sandor please,” you were becoming so overstimulated from the touches, the adrenaline, the alcohol you’d consumed and having been through the battle today, you were easily losing your cool.

Becoming frustrated with not being able to reach for him, you released your grip on his hand behind your neck and manoeuvred them to your hips, lifting them from the table as you tugged on your dress up, completely exposing your dropping pussy to him.

His weight shifted off of your back for a second as you could sense his gaze drifting to the apex of your thighs, seeing you present your cunt to him, wanting to feel more.

“You are my desperate little whore, is this what you want?”

He humped into your centre, his trousers rubbing roughly against your skin. It was Sandor’s moan that came out the loudest as he saw the wet patch that had darkened from the area that had rubbed against you, your juices now being left on him.

“Fuck”, he swore quietly to himself, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight.

“No, you aren’t just any whore, no whore that I’ve fucked has ever been this wet for cock before” his words had you whimpering in need, not caring how pathetic you looked to him.

As you continued to mewl, Sandor shuffled behind, the sounds of material dragging your attention, but you couldn’t turn your head; still, his large hand held you down behind.

Sandor stared down at his twitching cock having pulled it free of the restraints of his trousers, the tip was red and angry, precum dripping down as he inched closer to rub it up and down your folds, both of you gasping at the sensations, “Is this what you wanted girl?”

You shouted in ecstasy, not sure if you were saying anything coherently as you loved the feeling of his tip rubbing up and down your centre before he pushed the slightest amount, and his tip teased your quivering hole.

However, the sheer size of him caused your hole to stretch greatly, burning intensely as he didn’t move any further, not even fully inserting his tip, and you knew he was too big.

The hand on the back of your neck disappeared as he moved to grip your hips, holding you still.

Turning to look over your shoulder, you saw his eyes closed as he stayed still at your entrance, becoming lost at the sensations of your tight cunt.

Not being able to help yourself, a laugh bubbled in your throat, “Maybe I’m not the only one desperate to be fucked, by the look on your face, I don’t think you’d be able to last more than two thrusts inside my warm, wet, tight cunt.”

You knew you shouldn’t be teasing him more, but seeing him so desperate with hardly any of his member inside of you was driving you insane.

In response to your blatant disrespect, his grip on your hips harden causing pain to shoot through your thighs as he ever so slightly moved his cock further into your entrance, still only the very tip, not even at his full girth yet but you knew you were currently at your limit, having it been a while since laying with a man. You knew he had the upper hand.

“I don’t think I’m going to fit dove, all this moaning for my cock and you can’t even fit the tip” he tsked disapprovingly but the way his cock twitched against your centre, you knew he was incredibly turned on.

He retracted his hips, your cunt relaxing at not having anything breach its walls for a second, before quickly being replaced by one of his fingers, pushing in all the way and your hole clenched harshly, the burn from being stretched was the perfect amount as your eyes rolled back.

His one finger made you feel so full already as he gave you a moment to adjust before rocking in and out, your hips following the actions of his thick digit, walls fluttering with every movement.

His looming presence seemed to disappear from over you as he dropped to his knees, his teeth nipping along the tops of your thighs, causing your hips to buck from the sharp pains, and his finger to slip further in, knocking against your cervix.

Sandor moved quickly, pumping his finger in and out as he stood up behind you, leaning over your back, nipping against the pulse point of your neck, enough to leave teeth indents before licking over it, soothing the pain.

“Did you truly believe you were in control, Dove? You never were -” his finger movements increased, and your moaning was a constant sound of desperation as your thighs shook at the punishing speed.

“Please, I’m so close”.

Instantly you regretted your words as Sandor pulled his finger out, walking backwards before collapsing into the chair next to the table, his cock still free and standing proudly in his lap.

“If you want more, you’re going to have to come and do the work”, he held his index and middle finger up, bending them in a “come here” sign before leaving them upright in his lap, one of them still wet from your juices.

Not caring with how desperate you looked, knowing what you wanted so, without wasting another breath, you stood and turned to him, your legs aching from being bent over but you didn’t pay it any attention whilst you looked him in the eye and pulled your dress over your head and discarding it to the floor.

His eyes instantly searched over your body, licking his lips as you approached, climbing up into his lap, straddling his hips, settling down before smirking.

As you leaned forward as if to kiss him, you simply hovered close to his mouth instead, “I know you think you’re in control here, Clegane, but you aren’t”.

Slowly, you reached between your legs to where his arm rested, his two fingers still standing to attention and moving them until they were at your entrance, “I’m going to get what I want, whilst you have to wait”.

He growled as you eased down onto two of his fingers, the stretch was just as intense, eyes rolling back at the full feeling, stretching even more around his thick fingers but he just sat and watched with dark eyes, mouth hanging open as you slowly fucked his fingers.

Your hands moved to rest on his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath whilst your hips rolled, his fingers moving in and out of your breached hole, your juices lubing you up and starting to drip down his wrist.

Sandor continued to allow you to fuck yourself on his fingers for a few moments, noticing the shift in your breathing and the way your hole was clenching more desperately around his fingers.

This was until he started to laugh, causing your eyes to snap to his, eyebrows furrowing at his response, “To answer your question, dove”, he spoke between laughs, “yes, I am in control here”.

As he finished his sentence, he crooked his two digits inside of you, grazing into the special spot on the inside of your cunt.

Your whole body jolted at the movement, eyes widening at the sudden burst of pleasure, but not faltering in your riding.

His fingers bent again, causing you to gasp loudly, but were soon cut off as he pulled the back of your head down harshly to smash your lips together.

No longer were you riding his fingers, he was most definitely in control as he kept them both inside and curled them into your spongy sweet spot that sent tingles through your cunt and down your thighs as he took your breath away with his lips and tongue, dancing with your own.

It didn’t take you long before you were clawing at his arms, trying to scream into his mouth as your orgasm ripped through you, your body shaking as waves of pleasure poured through you.

As you came down from your high, Sandor bite into your lip and then let it snap back before resting his head against yours, his cock begging for attention between the two of you.

Dropping your hands down to the wrist that was between your legs, you eased out his fingers, your juices causing sucking noises as he moved until you felt empty and then you were off his lap, climbing onto your knees on the floor.

Neither of you said anything as you moved either of his legs to the side, giving better access for your mouth to wrap around his thick tip, finally.

Immediately, salty precum coated your tongue as you swirled it around his red, angry tip as one hand gripped the base, keeping it still whilst the other eased his trousers down further to pull his heavy balls free.

Looking up at Sandor, you kept eye contact with him as you let your spit dribble down onto his cock, smothering it down his member with your hand that could hardly wrap fully around him before sucking his tip into your mouth, your lips sealing around him as you tried to take him as deep as you could.

Still, he soon reached the back of your throat.

Sanders' hands rested on the back of your head as you moved your mouth up and down his length, using your lips, tongue and hand to caress and stimulate his member, feeling the veins throb with his heartbeat.

Every time his cock hit the back of your throat, he would apply the smallest amounts of pressure, trying to see just how far he could push you, until his fingers were held tightly to your skull and he was thrusting up to meet your movements.

You played with his balls at the same time, feeling them clench as he thrust up causing you to gag as his cock hit the back of your throat once more, your jaw was starting to ache from keeping it open so wide but you didn’t stop, determined to make him cum in your mouth.

A sharp tug on the back of your head however had your lips being pulled off of his member, Sandor was staring down at you, face flushed and breathing heavy and by the way his cock and balls were twitching you knew he was close to finishing, “not in your mouth girl, I’m finishing in that cunt of yours”.

Moaning at his words, you moved up to kiss him fiercely, knees aching from being on them on the stone floor but you didn't stop as you climbed into his lap once more but Sandor had other ideas, as he easily stood, holding you beneath both thighs before throwing you into the middle of your bed.

He discarded his clothes easily, and you were finally able to see the naked body of the beautiful giant, his muscles seemingly never-ending as he climbed into bed.

Reaching out for him, your hands rested on his cheeks, pulling his face down to stick your tongue into his mouth, moaning as you felt the difference between the scarred and unmarked sides of his face, something that was uniquely his.

You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together, now that you were finally here, about to be fucked by Sandor.

His heavy chest leaned over yours whilst your legs wrapped around his waist, hips bucking when you felt his stiff cock brushing into your thigh.

Tugging on his bottom lip, you eased your hand between your bodies, positioning his cock at your entrance, silently hoping that his two large fingers had stretched you enough for him to enter you.

Becoming impatient, you wiggled your hips further down the bed, but Sandor continued to hold back, never pushing any further as his lips trailed down your throat until he sat up, looking down at you whilst his hand encircled your jaw.

He stared down at you with such fierceness it left you squirming in his grip, “now listen here little dove, I’m going to bury my cock deep inside of you, and you are going to take it, do you understand? This cunt is mine now, you hear? Only mine.”

You didn’t think you could become more aroused as he suddenly became possessive, but the way you subconsciously clenched your hole around nothing, you knew you would do anything this man asked you to.

His tip was at your entrance once more, his eyes locked on yours as he eased his way inside slowly, and instantly you could feel less of a burn from the first attempt, but as the bulbous tip widened your hole, you were sure that you couldn’t stretch anymore.

However, you did, as both of you swore under your breaths as he filled you up further, moving until he brushed against your cervix and couldn’t enter anymore, looking down, you saw that you’d been able to fit just over half of him inside.

The animalistic moan that groaned from your throat had Sandor snapping out of his slow, caring pace. His hand reached up and started to tug on your pebbled nipples as he pulled out, your cunt feeling incredibly empty before sheathing back in quickly.

Your fingers clawed into his back, hard enough to leave marks as his face moved beneath your jaw, leaving open mouth kisses before sucking on your pulse point, sending hot sparks to your breasts.

His thrusts started to increase in speed as you relaxed to his size, taking him easier as you both clung desperately to each other, your hips were moving in time with his, creating sapping sounds.

His cock brushed against every single nerve that had you reeling in pleasure, your eyes rolling backwards as you both rocked together.

“Sandor, that feel’s so good”, you moaned as he squeezed one of your breasts, your whole body jolting up the bed after a mighty thrust that had your cunt tingling as your second orgasm was on the very edge of tipping over.

“Please” he heard you plead, body slipping into yours ruthlessly until you couldn't hold it, screaming his name out, not caring who heard as your orgasm caused your cunt to clench so tightly Sandor had to pull out.

“Fuck you are so tight dove,” he whispered against your neck, holding you close to his chest as your legs spasmed, with the feeling pulsing through you until finally, you took a deep breath, head feeling fuzzy from feeling so good.

Sandor leaned down and passionately kissed you once more, his rough lips moving against your soft ones, tongue slipping within for a brief second before he sat up, causing you to whine at the loss of his warmth.

Still, his large hands were rolling your body over, and you instantly caught on to his plan.

Now lying on your chest, you moved to knees, arching your chest until it was led against the bed, leaving your cunt exposed for him.

His large hands wandered over your hips and arse cheeks, caressing them as he looked over your body in hunger and lust.

Finally, he gripped the base of his cock. He manoeuvred it to your pulsing entrance and started pushing it within, your hips naturally falling back to meet his thrust until he was nuzzled in deeply, falling further within in the new position and once again leaving you feeling full to the brim.

“Fuck” he muttered, loving the sight of you on your knees, taking his thick cock so well.

Your hands were tightly gripped onto the sheets below as he started to pound away, his hands holding onto your hips were bound to leave bruises behind as he grunted with each thrust.

Looking over your shoulder, you nearly came again just at seeing how he was looking at you with pure lust, sweat dripping down his hairy chest as his cock brushed into your cervix.

Leaning heavily on your neck, you reached behind, aiming to pull his hips closer but Sandor quickly gripped your wrist, reaching down to gather the other and pinned both hands behind your back, giving him a better advantage to fuck into you, holding you still.

Your throat was starting to ache from all of the screaming and moaning, every thrust sent sparks of pleasure throughout your entire body, and you knew you could last much longer as your hole twitched around him.

The way his grunts were increasing, you knew he would be joining you in blissfulness soon.

“I want you to cum deep inside of me Sandor, ahhh-” your orgasm took over you quickly, eyes rolling back, thighs shaking as you tried to hold off, wanting to cum at the same time but it only caused the intensity to grow.

“Your cunt is clenching so tightly, fuckkk” he gruffed moaned and with two harsh thrusts, your shoulders aching as he tugged them back to meet his hips, he was overcome with pleasure.

Shouting your name, his grip on you was bruising as his cock pulsed and his hot seed started spurting over your walls, his balls brushing against your clit and you finally allowed your body to join him fully by succumbing to the orgasm that you’d been edged too.

The two of you moaned and spasmed as euphoria seeped through your entire existences, every muscle locked up before relaxing as waves rolled throughout the both of you until finally, he released your arms and you collapsed face-first into the mattress, Sandor falling behind you, his cock still buried deep inside, his arm thrown over your chest.

You nearly fell asleep as you caught your breath.

The day's battle and the night's activities had worn you out thoroughly, but Sandor's rough facial hair brushed against your neck as he gently pulled your back to his front, keeping you close.

Turning your head, his lips met yours in a soft kiss, his knuckles brushing up and down your naked torso as he kept you warm before he leant his forehead against yours.

“I might not be able to stop you dying in battle, but I feel sorry for the cunt that succeeds” he tried to joke and you smiled at his words but you knew he was trying to tell you something more so you reached over your shoulder, touching your fingers to his cheek and stroking your thumb in a circle.

The two of you fell asleep like that, sleeping through the entirety of the next day, consumed by the warmth and touches that you both gave to one another, both dreading if they were ever to attend a battle together, knowing their attentions would be elsewhere.

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