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This man is the real MVP.

Hurting soul

Warning: swearing, abuse

Pair: Henry Bowers x Reader

Summary: After Henry gets beat by his dad, he comes to you.

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Henry Bowers was not the perfect boyfriend. Or the perfect person. He was manipulative, sexist, racist, rude, and cruel. Everyone questioned why you were even dating him. Sometimes you questioned yourself.

But you loved the guy. No matter what he did, you loved him in the end.

You knew about what his dad did to him. You wanted to help, but you knew you couldn’t. His dad didn’t even know you two were dating. Henry wanted it that way, and you respected his choice.

You had a test tomorrow for science, so you were up studying. Science was the worst class for you, but you needed a good grade to graduate. You were about to fall asleep when you heard knocking on your window.

Walking over to it, you looked outside to see what was happening. Henry was looking back at you, tears on his face. You quickly opened the window and let him in.

“What happened?” You asked, leading him to your bed. He sat down and put his head in his hands.

“My old man, he-he got drunk. And he.. Fuck.” Henry cried harder, leaning on your shoulder. You pushed him back onto the bed so you were both laying down. He cuddled up to you, still crying.

You waited for him to calm his breathing before asking him again what happened.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine.” You said, softly. It was quiet for a while.

“He got drunk.” Henry said lightly. “And of course, whenever the fuckup is drunk, he comes to me for a punching bag.” He sniffed.

“He beat me with his belt, which is normal. But, he brought up my mom. Which he’s never done before. Ever. And that, that broke me.” He stopped, but continued a while later.

“He said that I was the reason why she left. That I was the fuckup of the family. ‘The whore should’ve aborted you.’ Is what he said.” He started crying again. You held him closer.

“Does he know you’re here?” You asked. He shook his head no.

“After he left, I snuck out and came here.” You nodded your head. It was quiet again.

“Y/n?” He looked at you. His eyes were puffy and red, but he still managed to look amazing.

“Yeah?”

“Do you love me?” He asked, softly. You were confused as to why he would ask that. You told him you loved him all the time.

“Of course I do Henry. You’re an ass sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” You smiled at him.

He smiled back and kissed you, you obviously kissing back. You knew that he had to go home. Or else his dad would hurt him again. Neither of you wanted to leave each other.

Henry got up and walked towards your window, you following. He turned around and kissed you again.

“I love you.” He said, before crawling out of your window and walking towards the road.

You closed your window and layed back on your bed, falling asleep.

Faking it- part two

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Pretty Boy | Part 2

Sandor x reader

Part 1 here : https://taynuz.tumblr.com/post/184944147799/sandor-x-reader-t-vulgar-language-light

M (smut)

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The sensual tone in your voice sent Sandor over the edge. He kissed you again and ran his hand up your back and into your hair. He took you over to his bed and sat you on his lap. You could feel him become more excited beneath your smallclothes. The feeling of his stiffened member drove you mad. You had laid with men before but you could tell it was going to be different with Sandor. The way he handled you was different, almost like he was afraid to hurt you and run you away. You started to grind against him impatiently, the hold he had on your hair tightened and he let out a throaty growl.

“Gods, woman! One might confuse ya for a bitch in heat.” He laughed as he moved his hands under your dress and grasped your thighs. His calloused hands skimmed over your soft skin making you begin to drip. “I can damn near smell ya from here, lass.” He nuzzled his stubbled face into the crook of your neck pushing you past your breaking point.

“I need you to fuck me. Now.” You borderline moaned. You felt Sandor twitch beneath you and you knew you struck a chord. He grabbed your hips and flipped you over onto your back. In one swift movement, he threw the skirt of your dress up and kissed along the inside of your thigh. You had never imagined Sandor to be a tease but you weren’t complaining.

“Look at how wet I’ve made ya, little bear.” He said as he ran his finger over the soaked fabric. “I can’t wait ta taste ya.” He looked into your eyes as he looped his fingers around either side of your smallclothes and gently pulled them off. The second he looked into your core he let out a groan and began to kiss your nub. You felt all your nerves awaken as Sandor’s tongue flitted erratically over your clit. You couldn’t stop the sounds of pleasure escaping you which only made Sandor work even more to bring you to your climax. You finally released when he inserted a digit into you and pumped lovingly. An explosion of colors erupted behind your eyes as you came. Sandor laid a kiss on your folds before raising to stand. You were still panting in complete ecstasy as you watched him undress. You sat up and grabbed hold of his waistband. He grabbed your hands and put them on his cock.

“I’m not waitin’ ta have you any longa. Dress, off.” You did as he commanded and removed the wine soaked garment, exposing your breasts to the chill of his chamber caused your nipples to stand at attention. This caught Sandor’s eye and he couldn’t help himself from pouncing on you and taking the little pink bud into his mouth. The things that man could do with his tongue put you in a frenzy. His other hand shot down to undress the rest of his lower half. Once he had freed himself and moved his fingers back to your supple breast and toyed with your nipple.

“Fuck, Sandor! Why do you torture me so?” You gave an exasperated sigh and ran your hands along the outline of his shoulders.

“All in good time, little bear.” He kissed you again but this time it was much gentler, more loving, and almost as if he didn’t want to miss a moment. You could taste yourself on his lips as you ran your hands from his shoulders down either side of his body and back up to his chest.

“Sandor, please.” You were never one to beg but the anticipation was almost painful. He reached down and positioned himself at your opening. You propped your knees up by his sides welcoming the intrusion. His forehead met yours as he pushed into you lightly giving you a moment to adjust to his size. From the moment he entered, he hit all the right places inside making you feel dizzy. His slow rhythm began to pick up as you squirmed beneath him. You could tell he was trying to keep you comfortable and everything he was doing felt amazing, but you wanted the hot, feral fire that you knew was in him. You dragged your nails along his back sending a shiver down his spine. He started to pick up the pace.

You felt like you were about to unravel when you leaned up and whispered in his ear. “Fuck me harder.” He grabbed the back of your hair again and pulled, his other hand reaching down to grab your ass. You knew he had more in him that he was afraid to let out. You tried to stay somewhat quiet but your cries of satisfaction kept raising and you finally crumbled. His rhythmic pounds throwing you deeper into pure euphoria. He slowed his pumps as you came down, all the while kissing your neck and cheek.

“What do ya want now, little bear?” You loved that he was at your every command and you wanted him to be complete with you.

“I want more.” Sandor gave out a hearty laugh.

“Ya think ya can handle more, lass?”

“I want you to release.”

“An’ how exactly do ya want that?” He whispered into your ear.

“Flip ‘round.” Sandor wrapped his one arm around your back as he used the other to turn you both over. You sat straight up, letting him inspect every inch of your body. His grip on your thighs was strong and you could tell he was holding back. You started rocking back and forth, feeling his cock rubbing your spot and reigniting the fire inside of you. Sandor ran his hands through his hair and through his head back, groaning.

“Seven Hells, woman. Where did ya learn that?” He grabbed your thighs again as he watched you bounce on his hips. He took hold of one of your breasts and began to play with your nipple making you gasp and moan. You could tell he was enjoying himself, the noises he made were becoming more feral by the second. He sat up and placed a firm grip on your ass. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and kissed him with no control. He began humping in unison with you and you could feel your release coming quickly. Your tongues danced as he let out a sigh and thrusted into you with all his length causing you to whimper in orgasm as he spilled his seed into you. You stayed that way for a while, panting and kissing, a web of sweat and lust. You placed your head on Sandor’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around your back and his hands ran up and down the length of your spine.

“Stay.” He tried to whisper but you still jumped. You pulled back to look at him. The sadness that you saw in his eyes earlier was gone. Replaced with longing and what you only thought could be, love. You had never been asked that before, your heart ached at his request.

“Of course.” He grabbed your face and planted one last kiss on your lips before laying you both down for the night.

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You awoke the next morning almost hanging off the bed. Sandor was sprawled out next to you, his arm still caught beneath you. The sun was just starting to rise prompting you to get up and get to work. You put your wine stained dress back on before turning back to Sandor to tell him goodbye, only to find him already wake and watching you.

“Mornin’.” He grumbled as he gave you a once over, biting his lip.

“Good morning.” You smiled back at him. He reached for your hand, which you gave him, and pulled you back into his bed. Immediately, you began kissing him, thanking the gods last night wasn’t just a drunken exchange. “I need to get ready for work.” You began to get up when Sandor’s hands found your hips and pulled you back into his warm embrace.

“I’ll come find ya tonight.” You loved his assertiveness.

“You better.” You said snarkily as you gave him a farewell kiss and made for your chambers to change.

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The day had been going as usual. After you were changed, you had a bit of food to start the day. You headed out to the courtyard to begin your gardening duties when you were stopped by a pair of knights requesting your attendance in the Great Hall. You knew the wrath of Joffrey would come down eventually. Thankfully, King Robert was a merciful king and was never one to obey orders from his children.

“Lady L/N.” King Robert was always the respectful type toward women in the Keep, calling them Lady whether they earned the title or not.

“Your Grace.” You curtsied before him politely.

“It has been brought to my attention that you have disgraced a tournament victor. Been told you wouldn’t dance. Is this true?” He was still a little drunk from last night’s feast, you hoped that would be to your advantage. You glanced to the king’s left and noticed the bruised knight that tried to court you. He was standing beside Joffrey’s seat, smirking down at you.

“It is true, my lord.” You stood strong, you had not committed any crimes.

“And it’s also true, you wouldn’t let him fuck you?” King Robert rolled his eyes.

“I would not, my lord. He had been cruel to me, he broke the Knights Code of Arms.” You looked right into Ser Eyan’s eyes as you added the last part. King Robert snapped his head towards the knight angrily.

“Does this woman speak truth, Ser Waynwood?” The knight was about to open his mouth when he was interrupted.

“Aye, ya Grace. He laid ‘ands on the girl, spilled wine on ‘er, called ‘er daft.” You tried not to smile at Sandor’s confirmation of the events from the night. In that moment, you had fallen for the Hound.

“Eyan of House Waynwood. I renounce your title of Knight of the Seven Kingdoms and exile you from King’s Landing! Everyone begone now! I need sleep!” King Robert bellowed.

“But Father! She disrespected a knight and champion in front of the entire feast! She deserves punishment!” Joffrey’s face was redder than you had ever seen. You did your best not to chuckle at his tantrum. King Robert’s head was in his hands, likely trying to release his gnawing headache.

“Quiet, Joffrey!” The hall fell silent. “You are relieved of your gardening duties and will be appointed chambermaid to Princess Myrcella.” Again, you fought back the urge to smile, Myrcella was a delightful girl and you knew it would be no difficult task to be her chambermaid. Before Joffrey could whine again, King Robert dismissed everyone officially from the hall. Eyan Wyanwood’s stance diminished as he talked in hushed tones to Joffrey, likely requesting a pardon for his actions. Joffrey stormed out of the hall without giving the ex-knight an answer. Jamie Lannister approached Waynwood, took him by the arm and escorted him out of the Keep.

“Clegane, L/N.” You and Sandor turned to face the king. “We leave for Winterfell by the week’s end. Make sure the prince and princess are prepared.” With a nod, King Robert left. You and Sandor left the Great Hall, laughing to yourselves.

A/N: I will be doing a part 3 to this! I am super invested in this relationship now and can’t wait to show you guys its depths!  Thank you to those that requested a part 2, much appreciated!! 

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