wait a UFC AND GOT girlie?!?! WE HAVE BEEN BLESSED💞
can you please do the FWB sort of hcs you did for Khamzat but for Sandor hehe
(like imagine reader is a spoiled princess from abroad that is staying at the Red Keep and starts cracking Sandor and he falls for her)😩
Sandor Clegane FWB headcannons ⋆˚꩜｡
fwb!Sandor Clegane x handmaiden!Reader 🫧⭐️🪷
Warnings: Heavy smut! MDNI please!
Context: Sandor is the sworn shield of Prince Joffrey. You are Queen Cersei's handmaiden. Set in Kings Landing but a bit before ASOIAF starts.
a/n: Omg a UFC and a GOT fan! Anon you are most dear to me <3 I've actually been itching to write something for Sandor so thank you for requesting this. I changed the narrative from a princess to a handmaiden just because I thought the dynamic would be more suitable. I really hope you like it still! Let me know what you think anon!
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fwb!Sandor who began his service to House Lannister around the same time as you. Both of you were forced to grow accustomed to each other's presence seeing how much time Cersei and Joffrey spent together. And it didn't take long for this silent, lecherous agreement between the two of you to bloom.
fwb!Sandor who fucked you in a haze that first time — you had both drank too much during a festival, and while the Lords and Ladies were busy, Sandor dragged you into a quiet hallway, hiked your dress up, bent you over and fucked you raw. His enormous hand was plastered over your mouth as he thrust into you from behind, muffling your screams of pleasure. You'd never been fucked like that in your life and it left your knees weak for days.
fwb!Sandor who just thought he lucked out that night by scoring some pussy without spending a dime. But he couldn't get you out of his head from that day forth. Your soft supple skin, your long auburn hair that he could so easily tug, the way you whimpered as he pushed into you... And now everytime he walked past you in the Red Keep, there was an ache in his groin he couldn't ignore.
fwb!Sandor who catches you staring at him from across the room during dinners and meetings after that one fateful night. At first he thought you were looking at his scars; that's what most people did anyways, and it infuriated him. But he slowly realised there was something else behind those big brown eyes of yours. Something dangerous. Something lustful.
fwb!Sandor who stalked you into your maids quarters one night, bolting the door behind him. He expected you to be scared at first, but you were a defiant little thing, and you pounced on him the second he turned to face you. And from that night onwards, you two couldn't keep your hands off each other.
fwb!Sandor who will find any excuse to bang you. In the stairwell while Cersei and Joffrey are busy with their own affairs. In the servants quarters when you're supposed to be stitching Cersei's dress. In the stables when you're both supposed to be preparing the horses for a ride. The list is endless.
fwb!Sandor who has the most insane size kink with you. All his life Sandor has been mocked for his enormity — a beast amongst men. And while it provides some advantages in his line of work, he’s never felt proud of this 'defect'. But with you. With you, everything changes. He’s watching the way his body engulfs you entirely, the way you’re practically crushed under his weight as he pounds into you, how his one hand can effortlessly fit around your throat, how your legs are stretched so wide whenever you straddle him you’re basically doing the splits. It drives him feral.
fwb!Sandor who treats oral like prayer. He doesn't believe in the gods; but when he goes down on you, hands gripping your thighs, tongue pressed into your slit like he's digging for gold, your juices dripping into his beard... It's the closest he thinks he'll ever come to experiencing divinity.
fwb!Sandor who has always been a simple man with little needs. But ever since the two of you started fucking, something changed inside him. He craved you. He needed you like he needed water. Even more than water, he thinks. He'd gone weeks contently living off mead and ale, but even going days without your cunt drove him mad. If he's ever deprived of you for more than five days, you can bet that he's fisting his cock furiously in bed just thinking of you.
fwb!Sandor who came to your quarters one night with wounds from a recent jousting tourney that the King had forced him to do. He was only there for the sex — it had become a ritual now — but you wouldn't let him onto your bed until you'd tended to his cuts. Sandor, ever the oafish brute, protested and grumbled the entire time. "I don't need any tending to, woman." "Sandor Clegane, you sit still and let me bandage this cut, or so help me god, I will never let you back into my chambers again." That was enough to shut him up.
fwb!Sandor who never lets anyone else touch his face but you. There are times where, after your nightly fuck, Sandor will linger in your bed for a while. You two rarely speak in those moments, but there's a mutual appreciation for each other's company. He doesn't protest when you comb your fingers through his hair, or when you gently touch the scars on his face. It's all very new to him; he's never been comfortable with anyone else feeling his scars — hell, he doesn't even like it when people look at his scars. But it's different with you. He doesn't know why. He doesn't want to know why. And when you lean a little closer and place the gentlest of kisses on that side of his face, Sandor feels a pain in his chest that he's never felt before.
fwb!Sandor who has never been more proud to be called a dog than when it's coming out of your pretty lips. You'd think the man would always be a dominant, controlling barbarian in bed. And he can be —there's no doubt the man loves to wreck you. But when you've had a particularly bad day after Cersei was barking orders at you nonstop, you take it out on him, and god he loves it. "Now be a good dog and kneel for me, Clegane." You swear you've never seen a man get on his knees quicker.
fwb!Sandor who lowkey has a praise kink, he just doesn't know it yet. He's so driven by your validation; He wants to make you feel good and to think of him as your only source of pleasure. He'll kill you if you ever tell anyone, but Sandor is just constantly begging for your approval in bed. "Does that feel good?" "You like that?" "Tell me. Tell me how good my cock fucks."
fwb!Sandor who always stands behind you during ceremonies or feasts. And when the Lords and Ladies start dancing, or get a little too drunk to bother their lingering servants, you’ll slowly step back. Inch by inch you press your body up against him; Linen against steel. Your wandering hands expertly weave themselves past his armour and chainmail until you touch the flesh of his inner thigh. You can always hear the jolt of air that Sandor sucks in everytime you touch him there. It drives you mad to see how weak he is for you.
fwb!Sandor who is forced to shove down his anger whenever Joffrey or Robert makes offhanded remarks sexualising your body or your service. He knows he has no right to feel possessive over you, after all, you are both just servants to the House. But there's a rage that fills him as he watches you try to suppress your shame and embarrassment after every comment. Sandor will grip the handle of his sword so tight his knuckles turn pale. It makes him sick that he can't do anything to protect you.
fwb!Sandor who, when he chooses to stay the night, will pull you into his chest, hands wrapped around your waist, his face nuzzled into the top of your head. That night he'll dream of a life so unlike the one you two share at that moment; A life where maybe he's a farmer, or a simple traveller, or even a merchant. A life where he'd wed you and father your children. A life where he'd happily go gray by your side. But alas, they are just dreams. And when he wakes in the morning, long before the rooster crows, he'll slip away without a word and with a heavy heart, knowing that you two are bound to a duty that will keep you apart forever.
