ramsay bolton fucking you outside his father's chambers
" Why here Ramsay? " You whined at the current place of your meeting. When he told you to meet him here, the idea of what was going to happen wasn't even remotely wild, as to what you were doing now.
He stood, body bare of clothing, holding your equally naked body above his own, somehow managing to rhytmically push his cock inside you. His nails bit into your cheeks, making scratches which mostly likely will soon start leaking with smears of blood.
" Because I want to fuck you here Y/n. " The position, new and unexperienced, already had your mind spinning, head bouncing off your neck, your hands trying to hold onto him.
“ Oh Ramsayyy…your father will… “ your breath was crashing, collapsing.
“ My father will what? “ His movements stopped, his right hand grabbing your face. “ What will he do? “
“ Hear. “ Your initially words were going to warn him how he might punish you, or may even him. Torture to shame. But you decided to be more decent than that.
Ramsay grinned at you, immediately starting to fuck you up the air, holding your legs on each side of him. Sweat dripped down your body, more because of a fear you will get caught then of the activity you were doing.
Then when he stopped you looked down, only to shut your eyes as your back hit the door of Lord Bolton’s chambers. His cock began fucking you with an immense hardness, as he could have firmer hold of you now. The door squeaked at the movements, in you rose both fear and orgasam.
“ No, Ramsay he might… “ You couldn’t even speak properly, something in you, besides Ramsay’s manhood, was telling you to shut up and enjoy.
“ Oh, he will hear, and you now what he will do? “ Your eyes met his, which were too calm for a man who is creating such a scene. “ He will do nothing. “
To you this seemed impossible. Roose Bolton would not let anyone offend him like this, not even his son, was he his heir or not.
“ He will stay in his please as should you. “ Your hips were in his hands, getting marking presses and squeezes. Groans floated out of him, merging at your chest as his teeth towered over your skin.
“ tsk…this is better than how he usually do it… “ he blissfully proclaims, watching your face melt at his treatment. “ Makes me wanna put a bastard in you. “ A shivering yelp stung your throat, marching through your voice, creating an opening which made you moan louder.
Ramsay’s amusement could probably rival the high of the Wall, in all its massiveness and ice. It was possible he might actually have you bear his child this time, but mostly importantly you hoped you would be done before anyone needed to interrupt Ramsay’s fun.
Warnings: Ramsay, Torture (not to reader), fainting, obsession, possessive love, NSFW (consensual but dark), crying during intimacy, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, dub-con overtones.
The screams echo off the stone walls like hymns. You try not to look. You try not to listen. But Ramsay wants you to see. Wants you to understand. You hated it here, forced to wed to your enemy.
“This is loyalty,” he says, voice smooth as silk, splashed red by the blood flying across his face. “Pain teaches more than books ever could, my love.”
You want to scream. You want to run. But your feet are frozen to the floor, and your breath comes too fast. The man on the rack sobs, blood gushing from his missing fingers. His eye dangles loose. A dog whines in the shadows. You turn your face away. Ramsay doesn’t let you.
He grips your chin with fingers still slick from flesh. “You must see. This is the price of betrayal.
Something inside you crumples. The air twists. You don’t scream but the room fades away. Darkness rushes in you and you fall unconscious.
You’re in bed. Ramsay’s bed. Your lashes flutter open. He’s beside you, kneeling at the edge of the mattress. No blood on his face now.
“You fainted,” he says, voice hushed. “My poor little wolf.” He mocks
Your throat is dry. “I didn’t want to see that.”
“I know.” He leans in, brushing hair from your face with a tenderness that makes your stomach twist. “But you needed to. To what what happens to those who betray me.
His thumb strokes your cheek. His gaze is cold. You cry before he touches you.
Not loud, not sobbing. Just a slow leak of pain from your eyes as your body lies still beneath the covers.
“Don’t cry, sweet thing,” he whispers.
You don’t respond. You can’t.
He climbs into the bed beside you, shirtless, blood washed away, skin warm and bare against your cold arms. His mouth finds your cheeks, kissing each tear in turn like blessings.
One hand glides down to your hip, pulling you close, his breath brushing your ear. “I hate it when you cry,” he says softly. “But I love it when I’m the one who gets to kiss it away.”
You tremble.
Ramsay kisses your neck first, inhaling your scent like you’re something sacred. His fingers trail over your body, coaxing sensation where your heart feels numb.
His lips move to your chest, tongue swirling around your nipple as he murmurs praise against your skin. “So soft. So sweet. All mine.”
Your breath hitches. He slides down, kissing the path to your navel, then lower. His hands press your thighs apart, reverent and greedy all at once.
He licks you like he’s starving, slow strokes of his tongue, hands gripping your legs when they try to close.
“You taste like snow,” he groans. “Like the first winter’s bite.”
When he finally slides inside you, it’s slow. Too slow. Stretching you open as if you’ll break if he moves too fast.
You do cry again, silent. But he notices.
“Don’t be sad,” he whispers, his cock deep inside you. “This is love, little wolf. My kind of love. And it’s forever.”
He moves then, grinding into you with possessive, desperate need. His hand tangles in your hair, mouth devouring your jawline as he thrusts. He doesn’t fuck you like a husband. He fucks you like you’re air. Like you’re the only thing that holds his soul in place.
Your body gives in before your heart does. Clenching around him, hips jerking, pleasure crashing over you like a winter storm. You hate how good it feels.
He follows with a groan, spilling inside you, burying his face in your neck as his body shakes.
yeah im literally fine w anything about ramsay especially if it involves the X cross thing and him being...not so nice 🙏🏻🙏🏻
ADORE UR WRITING BTW AND HAVE A GREAT DAY 💓
i didn't know how dark u wanted me to go so i tried to balance it out !!! :0 and TY!!!
ramsay bolton x gn!reader; smut, ambiguous relationship (can be read as cnc predator/prey or darker dub/noncon) bondage, mentions of scarring, hair-pulling, general roughness idk sorry <3
ramsay doesn’t like doing this, he reminds you. he’d rather not use the cross at all, preferring the way you fight against him, clawing at his skin like a feral cat and jamming your knee into his side. he likes knowing when you’ve finally given in, your stillness under him a result of submission and not the leather straps keeping you bound. the cross spoils the fun he gets from fucking you, but it’s a necessary evil. you like to test your limits with him -- it’s only natural. he knows there’s still a flickering ember deep inside you -- a remnant of the fiery spark that initially drew him in. thankfully, he finds it just intriguing enough to keep you alive, though your meaning of that word has changed since meeting him...
the ache hurts less each time, your limbs growing used to the awkward stretched pose. it almost feels better that way, though you’d never admit it. he keeps you there for hours at a time, pulling out whatever he wants, whatever punishment fits your disobedience: cries, screams, begs, orgasms, promises, drool, tears -- the list goes on. he takes and takes and takes, and you can feel it for days after, an ache that only grows more familiar as the cold months draw by.
your stomach churns at the sight of it, the haunting x-shaped shadow it casts as hot torches flicker overhead. his blunt nails dig into your scalp as he fists your hair, yanking you toward the contraption with an annoyed growl. when your eyes meet his, there’s nothing there. beady black pupils flicker over you, and then he’s shoving you against the wood, loose splinters poking your tender skin.
“one would start to think you like this kind of treatment,” ramsay dryly remarks, jaw twitching as you let him tighten the buckles around your hands with little more than a whimper. his breath is hot against your neck when he leans in, baring his teeth. “guess i’ll have to reach between your legs and find out.”
+ ramsay loves leaving scars on you. it doesn’t matter how, as long as the look and feel are there. he prefers overlapping lines, and isn’t above branding you with his name or sigil. it doesn’t matter if every person in the seven kingdoms already knows you’re his, he wants to shove it in their face until they squirm from the depravity of your devotion, staring at you with a mix of sympathy and disgust. even when he’s in a ‘nice’ mood, you’re not leaving his bedchambers without an assortment of hickeys, bite marks, and finger-shaped bruises littering your skin.
Content warning . Acts of manipulation, arranged marriage, Stockholme syndrome, nsfw. Reader is implied to be plus sized but perceive her however you want. 18+, MDNI !!
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Ramsay Bolton was never someone you intended to love, but it wasn’t long after your arranged marriage that you started to fall for him.
As much as you hated to say it, the man had a specific… softness for you. You knew deep down that it was probably a manipulation tactic to make you more vulnerable towards him, but it was working like a charm, no matter how hard you tried to stop it. When you were both asleep in your chambers— see, he had had a room specifically designed for you to both sleep in the same bed— you would curl up onto his chest, sleepily smacking your lips and muttering a “g’night, Ramsay,” as you drifted off into slumber.
A slumber that you always felt safe in, for some strange reason.
Ramsay would only hum, his grip around your waist almost possessive even as you both slept. If you got too uncomfortable when staying in that position for too long, you would flip over. Ramsay would soon follow suit, his arm slinging itself over your waist, mumbling something like, “keep still, pup,” as he pulled you close against his chest. That was your routine every night after the first month, curled up in each other’s embrace.
During the day he would go hunting. You didn’t dare ask what he hunted for, though you had a vague suspicion. You didn’t mind the handmaidens gossiping around you so you could learn more about your husband, and so far, it wasn’t anything good. Not that there was anything good that you heard to begin with—It was no secret what Ramsay Bolton did behind closed doors. When he would come back from a hunt, he would be giddy, proud, caked in blood and gore, an almost violent smile on his face. You would smile back at him, glancing up with sweet eyes as he pulled you into his arms. He would kiss you hard on the mouth, hands traveling down to the hem of your dress— “Shouldn’t I get a reward for my hard work, lady wife?”— and then he would bend you over the nearest surface and make you cum on his cock for hours, ridding you of any apprehension or thought.
You didn’t mind these things. You were married, after all, and Ramsay Bolton was definitely skilled in a lot of aspects. This included playing your body like a violin, rubbing and licking and pushing in ways that made you squirm. He loved to be in between your thighs and eat your cunt like a man starved, or thrust his fingers into your needy hole until you were releasing messily all over his mouth. He’d bend you in half instead of over on a lot of nights, putting all his weight on top of you so you couldn’t move away from him.
So you couldn’t escape him.
There were hardships sometimes. Ramsay would be in a very angry mood, and you would do something very minor and it would upset him— he’d yell at you, call you names and laugh in your face when you began to cry, or he’d scream some more if you decided to snap back at him. But it was all because he was a blind person when he was angry; you didn’t try and judge him too harshly for that. He had a long fuse when it came to you, compared to the others.
Regardless, he would always return to you the night of the argument, covered in blood once again, with apologies on his tongue and a gift on occasion. Like the wolf pup he had gifted you on your twentieth name day— “A protector for when I’m not around. You look so perfect when you smile, my beautiful girl.”— or his head between your thighs. Whichever worked, really.
When he asked you to accompany him on a hunt one day, your eyebrows had raised in surprise. What could he have awaiting in those woods for you to shoot down with a bow and arrow? You wondered about it, and honestly dreamed of the day when you as a lady would have the freedom to learn the ways of hunting. But when you got there, there was no prey to be found.
None except you, of course.
It wasn’t as scary as it sounds. Ramsay had left his weapons behind, which you noticed once you got a decent way into the woods. Such a ditzy little thing you were, always in your own world and too far gone to even notice. Ramsay had told you to run, that you were both playing tag. When you were It, he had shoved you down onto the forest floor and lifted up your skirts, a growl evident in his throat as he claimed you.
“Mine.”
You had came back to the castle, shy, your dress’ bodice ripped from Ramsay’s rough manhandling. No one said a thing, and Ramsay gave you the reward of keeping his cock warm while you slept.
When you bathed, he loved to watch you. You never understood why, but you assumed it may have been some weird sort of intimacy that only Ramsay Bolton would want with his partner. He would sit in a seat reserved just for him, and he would watch your body sink into the water, bare breasts supple and soaped. He would watch the curve of your ear as you pushed your wet hair out of your eyes and the Cupid’s bow above your lip. Sometimes he loved to admire the thatch of hair between your legs, covering the place he loved most, or the soft tummy you had grown to have because he fed you good, hearty food.
Other times, he would listen to the tinkling of your laugh as he told you something that was funny. He would pass on his information of Philosophy and the fine arts which Roose had forced him to learn, and he would adore how excited you got when he taught you these things. It seemed like everytime, eyes wide with fascination, you would bloom, like a pretty orchid or a wild rose.
Ramsay swooned when you presented your psyche to him this way, but you never knew that unless he told you such.
One night he had even helped you bathe. He had gathered a sponge and a bar of soap, had asked quietly if he could do the work for you. You had been exhausted from the previous day and had nodded your head, sighing in content when he begun to gently rub the sponge over your back. He had ran it over your shoulders, arms, thighs, every nook and cranny just to watch the contortions of your form. He had washed you off, and with a soft voice as sweet as honey, began to speak.
“Do you trust me?”
You didn’t know how to reply to him, though you knew answer already.
“Yes.”
He had tilted his head, something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place. He resumed his tasks, now moving on to massage your scalp with soft fingers. He had gently pushed your head under the water so he could rinse your hair, and his hands had held you under. Not forcefully, it seemed, but he wanted to.. keep you there. And you let him. Your body relaxed against the warmth of his hands and the waves, and it was then that you realized he could hurt you at any moment. Drown you, hold you under and water board you, beat your head against the tub until your brain splattered to mush.
But he didn’t. And as you stared at him, eyes wide through the water, watching his blue eyes staring back at you, you knew then that you were completely and utterly fucked.
You hated yourself for it, for this revelation that overcame you in that moment: You were basking in this man, in the complete darkness that was Ramsay Bolton. You didn’t know how or why it became this way, but you liked your husband, big and strong, there to keep you and hold you and gift you small trinkets and whisper sweet nothings. It was almost too much.
But that night, you curled up onto his chest anyway, like a kitten, purring in a soft lilt, “I love you, Ramsay.”
He had squeezed your hand tight, a small smile on his face. This is exactly what he wanted.
So I know you already did a lot of Ramsey x reader oneshots but honestly I just love how you write them so can I request a oneshot for Ramsey Bolton x fem reader where the reader is a servant (this has nothing to do with the previous servant oneshots) and Ramsey is attracted to her but doesn’t act on it and she accidentally stumbles upon him killing his father and she hides in the corner somewhere in the room and over hears him planning to kill his stepmother and brother so she tries to help them and get to them before Ramsey dose but she is unsuccessful and Ramsey discovers what she tried to do so she begs for forgiveness and he tells her he will consider it if she can prove to him why she deserves it so he takes her to the room where he flays people and has sex with her on the X-shaped cross ?
Ramsay Bolton*Little Mouse
Pairing: Ramsay Bolton x f!reader
Word count: 1950
Warnings: roose being murdered, dub con, p in v sex, nipple play, unprotected sex, biting, hickeys, spanking, bruises, X cross sex, teasing, degrading, orgasm denial, begging, bondage, choking, restraints, smut 18+
a/n: thank u sm for being so sweet anon
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Everyone hated Ramsay Bolton. Ever since his father took over Winterfell his name was brought up in hushed angry whispers amongst the servants. You hated him too. In theory at least.
You tried to hate him and partook in the gossips and whispers that surrounded him but perhaps it wasn’t in your nature to hate. Perhaps deep down he was not as bad as he seemed. The rumours after all were just gossip told to you from the few servants, they brought from the Dread fort.
Things had been grower tenser, if possible, recently with Sansa escaping and the possibility of Ramsay’s own replacement if this baby was a son. You were glad Sansa had escaped but even more grateful no one had found out you had smuggled her notes.
Roose Bolton didn’t even ask you to pour the wine, just tapped the rim of his cup. You topped it up as he, Ramsay, and another Lord discussed the Snow dilemma. “My lord,” you bowed your head as you walked away. the jug was empty, so you excused yourself to refill it.
You went as quickly as you could, not wishing to spark his temper which had been easier recently. However, as you crept through the open door you had to hold back a gasp when you saw Roose Bolton’s glassy eyes staring at you in shock as Ramsay plunged the knife into his stomach a second time before shoving his father to the ground.
Your eyes then turned to the Maester. His gaze met yours and the moment it did you stepped back, turning to place your back flush against the wall beside the door, praying the other two had not noticed you. “Send ravens to the houses of the north,” Ramsay began to instruct him, “Tell them he was poisoned by our enemies,”
The words began to ring hollow in your ear as your breathing grew rough. However, seven words snapped you out your daze, “Find my brother and make it swift,”
You felt your feet carry you away before you could stop yourself, still holding the flagon of wine. You had to find her but as you wandered the halls you found your mind clouding over, unable to recall what room she’d been moved to for the birth. As you began to rush to the servants’ quarters you felt a hand clamp over your mouth, another around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. The jug fell to the ground with a clatter as the finest wine in the north spilt on the dirty stone.
“Don’t scream little mouse,” Ramsay’s voice whispered in your ear. “It won’t do you any good,” he said, removing his hand slowly from your mouth.
“My lord. How can I- “
“You never came back with the wine,” he tutted, “I missed your pretty face,”
“I had to fetch a fresh barrel- “
“Liar,” he hissed in your ear, biting your lobe and making you gasp, “What did you see? and don’t lie to me this time,” he added when you went to speak.
You swallowed hard as his hand moved to hold your neck gently, but you had seen how tight his grip could be, “I say Roose Bolton die my lord. Poisoned by our enemies,”
His chuckled vibrated up his chest making the hair on your neck stand up. You gasped when his hand suddenly turned you to face him, your face just an inch from his, “I’m going to have some fun with you little mouse,”
-
“Where are we?” you asked in a shaky voice as Ramsay led you down a narrow set of stairs.
They led to a single wooden door which he creaked open with a smile, “Ladies first,” he said.
This was it. you were going to die. You walked into the room, and you felt your blood drain. “My lord please no,” you began to beg, “I’ll tell no one I swear. I know nothing, nothing at all. I am just some stupid servant my lord no one would believe me anyway,” you stuttered, your eyes locked on the X shaped cross.
You heard his laugh, but your eyes would not fall from the cross. “Your silly little girl,” he mumbled in your ear. His arms moved to wrap around your waist, your back pressed against his hard chest as he began to walk you over to the cross, “I do not wish to hurt you,” he said, gently spinning you to face him, “Unless you make me of course. but you won’t do that, will you?” he asked, brushing the stray hairs out your face.
“No, my lord,” you whispered, your eyes locked on his.
A small smirk appeared on his lips, “Good. Now strip,”
“What- “
“Did I stutter?” he asked, cutting you off as his head dipped down till his lips were brushing against yours with each word, “Take those rags off and behave. Or I may just have to reconsider my offer to let you live,” he said, leaning back so you could begin to pull at the strings of your dress, “It’d be a shame too. I always liked when it was you serving me. Even if you can be slow at times,” he said, suddenly grabbing the dress round the collar and ripping it.
You gasped as he tore the dress more, pulling it down your body till it pooled to the floor, “That’s better now, isn’t it?” he asked, his head hanging low as his eyes scanned your body. His hands moved to run up your waist, squeezing it gently before moving further up to graze your tits. He groaned as he squeezed them, and you gasped at the feeling, but you felt a weird sensation growing in your stomach.
This was wrong. Everything about it from the way he walked you back till your back hit the wooden cross to the way his eyes scanned your naked frame. It was wrong, dirty, and shameful, but you couldn’t help but moan as he twisted your nipples between his fingers.
Ramsay chuckled when you did so, his eyes lifting to meet yours making a flush form on your cheeks, “Perhaps you’re not as innocent as you looked little one,” he teased, his hands falling from your tits to gently run down your arms.
Suddenly he grabbed your wrist, slamming it against the wood making you whimper as he began to attach the first restraint. You watched his concentrated eyes as he did up the straps before moving to do the next one.
He began to sink to his knees, kissing down your chest then stomach and thighs as he went. He grabbed your ankle gently, kissing the top of your foot as he did the strap around your ankle. A chill ran down your spine at how exposed you suddenly felt as he did the final strap up.
Ramsay lifted his gaze before standing slowly with a smirk. You couldn’t even question it before you felt his fingers run up your slit making you gasp, “Now if I’m to keep you,” he began, speaking slowly as his nose ran up your neck till he could whisper in your ear, “You will need to prove yourself to me after your little stunt. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my lord,”
“And if you disobey- “
“I won’t,” you cut him off this time. his head snapped to the side till his gaze was meeting yours, “I won’t disobey you, my lord. Never, not in a thousand years,”
“Really?” he said, leaning his body against yours as his fingers began to rub slow circles on your clit.
“Yes, my lord. I swear it,”
Ramsay’s lips skimmed along your neck before he began to suck dark marks along your neck, all while his fingers worked on your bundle of nerves making you want to clamp your legs together, but you couldn’t. “Already so worked up,” he tutted, his lips moving to your jaw, biting at the skin making you gasp, “So desperate for me,” he said, moving his fingers from your clit making you wine before pushing them in slowly.
He continued leaving bites along your skin as his fingers curled inside you, teasingly slow making you pull on your restraints more with each curl. You felt your cunt squeeze around his fingers and just as you felt your peak approaching, he ripped his fingers out. You couldn’t help but whine at the loss. A quick slap to your cunt swiftly followed making you gasp, “Don’t be greedy now,” Ramsay growled as his hand moved to untie the string of his trousers.
“Yes, my lord, sorry my lord,” you said your eyes moving to the ceiling to avoid his steely gaze, but his hand moved to grip your jaw.
He brought your eyes back down to his, “Look at me,” he said, meanwhile his hand moved to stroke his hardening cock. He smirked as your eyes stared into his, “Good girl,” he said, moving to press a kiss to your cheek.
The tenderness was interrupted by his tip pushing into your hole. A soft whimper fell from your lips making him groan, his head falling to the crook of your neck. He pushed in further, grunted as he did so, “So tight,” he mumbled against your skin as his cock began to stretch you out.
You gasped as he sunk himself all the way in, biting your lip as you tried to adjust but he wasted no time before his hips began to buck. His hands moved to grab your hips, his fingers sinking into your flesh so hard you wondered if it would bruise. You couldn’t bring yourself to care however when you felt a knot tightening in your stomach.
His hands moved to grab your tits, squeezing them harshly before pinching your nipples making you moan. “Yes,” he groaned, kissing up your neck, “Moan my name like the desperate girl you are,”
“Ramsay,” you moaned, and you felt his hips speed up their pace. You moaned it louder when he began to roll your nipples between his fingers.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “such a good girl,” he praised as a hand slipped from your tit only to move to find your clit again.
He rubbed harsh quick circles on it which only made the knot tighten further. Your arms and legs pulled on the restraints, your body desperately wanting to tense at the growing sensation spreading through your stomach. Ramsay chuckled at your attempts, however.
Your cunt began to squeeze around his cock, your peak threatening to spill at any moment as his hips snapped against yours. you gasped as you felt your peak hit your body and couldn’t hold back the moan that left your lips as Ramsay continued to fuck you through it.
The feeling of you coming undone around him though only seemed to drive him crazier as his pace increased and his hand moved from your tit to hold your throat. He squeezed your neck, pushing your head up so he could kiss your jaw at the same time. it only took a few more thrusts before he finally spilled, unable to hold off any longer.
Ramsay practically collapsed against you, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he caught his breath. After a few moments he pulled back, pulling himself out at the same time. he pushed the hair out of your face, holding your jaw gently as his eyes scanned your bruised and bitten skin.
A smirk found its way on to his face, “Yes,” he murmured, his eyes finally meeting yours again, “I think I just might keep you little mouse,”
You tossed and turned in bed, your lower back aching and your stomach cramping. You had been serving the Bastard of the Dreadfort for 3 weeks now and time passed painfully slow. You had barely had time to mourn your previous life before Ramsay Snow began forcing you to do every minuscule duty for him. You drew his baths, folded his clothes, cleaned his leathers, washed his sheets, made his bed, and served him meals. Ramsay didn't care enough about you to even ever make eye contact with you while you served him. He had never spoke more to you than a demand. You were exhausted to say the least, but you didn't dare push back with your duties. You witnessed another servant girl try to argue with Ramsay in your first week. She was flayed and displayed outside your window; a reminder to obey your master.
You rolled over in your bed, trying desperately to get comfortable in the time you had left before you had to rise. It was very early and the sun was starting to peel back the fog; a threat in the form of another passing day. The sun never quite shone brightly though, it only lit up a grey sky full of clouds. Your stomach cramped as you sat up. When you sat up, you realized the reason for your pains. You felt the familiar sensation that you had completely forgotten that was bound to happen. You felt the warmth of blood trickle out of you and immediately stain your nightgown. You felt your heart race as you began to panic.
The thought hadn't even crossed your mind in the time you'd spent at the Dreadfort, but it was inevitable. You had started your period. You cursed at your body under your breath as you stood up and attempted to avoid staining your sheets. You felt the blood trickle down your thigh as you walked over to the door. You weren't allowed outside the main walls of the Dreadfort, but you had free roam inside. You had to have the ability to fetch things for Ramsay, so you were quite familiar with the hallways and rooms scattered about.
You creaked the door open and stuck your head out to look down the hallways. The only things you could see were the flickers from the torches casting dancing shadows on the stone floors and walls. You ducked out of your room and scurried to the largest washroom that Ramsay frequently used. You had drawn him many baths in this room. You knew there were a lot of extra cloths, blankets, and fabrics in the wooden chests stored in the corner. You rushed over and opened one of the chests, digging around for some loose fabric you could somehow tie around your waist.. Something. Anything. You were crouched on the floor as you dug elbows deep through the loose cloths desperately. Suddenly, you heard the door scrape shut behind you.
You craned your neck over your shoulder to see Ramsay standing in front of the door that he closed. "I thought I heard someone in here." He groaned, clearly having just woken up. His voice was raspy and tired, his eyes had a slight bag underneath them. His hair was messy and overgrown, gently curling underneath his ears to meet with his slight stubble. He wore a dusty grey long sleeve, knitted loosely and clearly worn frequently as the neck was stretched out and the sleeves were a bit too long. "What do you think you're doing, hm?" He asked in a cooing tone.
"I...I..." You stuttered over your thoughts. Ramsay's glare was so intense. He had never looked at you before, and you felt yourself shrinking under his gaze. "Speak up!" His voice boomed through the quiet room as you shifted your weight, still crouched by the chest. "I'm looking for something." It was all you could squeak out. His eyes were wide as he stared deep into you, almost beckoning you to say more. He stepped forward and you felt yourself shrink even more. "Perhaps I can help you. What are you looking for?" He crouched down on the ground next to you. You felt yourself hold your breath as his body was next to you. You had never been this close to Ramsay before. You quickly studied him.
His hair was tousled but not tangled. His facial hair was stubbly but not harsh. His eyes darted over at you, and he watched you study his face. His pale eyes widened when you looked into them, a grin slowly spreading across his closed lips. "Now, what can I help you find?" You looked down at your nightgown, it was wrapped under your legs so Ramsay couldn't see the stain. "I can find it myself, My Lord..." You whispered as you looked back inside the chest. You were embarrassed and didn't want him to notice the blood that was trickling down your thighs. You heard him snicker as he exhaled. "I think I know what you're looking for."
You felt your stomach twist with anxiety as he leaned backwards. You watched him lean and reach behind you, his index finger wiping against the stone a few inches behind your body. When he pulled his finger up, there was a drop of blood smeared across the tip of his finger. He held it up to show you and your face immediately grew hot. "Something to help with this?" You realized you had dripped before you crouched down. How did he see it?? He kept his finger held in the air before his thumb met his pointer finger, rubbing the blood between his fingers. You knew your face was red and flushed as you turned your attention back to the chest and shuffled your hands through the cloths inside.
"I'm right, aren't I?" Ramsay whispered, leaning in closer to you, his hands reached out and grabbed your shoulders. He turned you to face him. You balanced on your feet, your knees under your chin as you pivoted to face him. You hid your body with your nightgown, the stains were too obvious to hide at this angle. His eyes slowly moved down your crouched body and he saw the stains. "I was right." He reached out to touch your nightgown, gently pulling at the fabric. "Sit down on the floor." He pushed your shoulders slightly and caused you to fall backwards on your ass. You still held your knees close to your chest.
Ramsay sat on the floor directly across from you. His sat criss cross and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. He placed his chin in his hands as he hunched forwards. "Let me see." He cocked his head to the side, gently coaxing you with his gaze. You were frozen, unable and unwilling to lift your nightgown. Ramsay sighed and rolled his eyes before staring at you again. "This is a demand, you know." He lifted his chin and reached his arms out. His hands pried your knees apart, spreading your legs slightly. "Now, hike your dress up and show me." His words hung in the air as you hesitated, but you knew you had to listen to him. You had no choice.
You gently pulled your nightgown up and over your knees, allowing it to fall down your thighs and rest at your hips. You felt the cool air on your thighs as you exposed yourself to him. He reached out to your hips and pulled them closer to him, forcing you to slide down further into the floor. Your hips now turned upwards and facing him, he spread your legs apart with his hands on your knees. You stared at his face as he took in the sight of your bloody center and slick thighs. His eyes widened slightly as they skimmed over your flesh. His lips parted and he exhaled gently as he stared into your core. "I knew it." He breathed, his hands grabbing and kneading at the soft flesh of your thighs. The man who wouldn't even glance at you the past few weeks was now fixating on your bleeding cunt with hungry eyes. It made you squirm with discomfort.
You clamped your legs shut once more, the humiliation making your skin hot. "No, no." Ramsay scolded you, quickly yanking your legs open for him. His hands were forceful, but you knew he was being gentle with you. He was capable of much more than what he was doing. His hands wandered up your thighs and made contact with the slick inners of your thighs, nearly brushing against your folds. You exhaled a moan of concern as his fingers began swirling circles in against the bloody slick of your upper thighs. His fingers teased at your folds by gently stroking up and down, collecting the wetness and the blood. You had never been touched like this.
Without warning, Ramsay slid two fingers inside your slit. The blood made it easy for him and you let out a whimper. Ramsay's eyes lifted again to look at your face. He clenched his jaw as he stared intensively at you. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" He asked through his gritted teeth. You gently nodded, the feeling of his fingers slowly sliding in and out of you made you feel a warmth in your core that you didn't recognize. You didn't want to speak. You were afraid if you opened your mouth, you would beg for more. "I can tell you are..." Ramsay whispered. He leaned forward on his knees and pressed his lips against yours into a needy kiss.
You felt his warm tongue slide into your mouth, his lips moving slowly on yours. You leaned back even further, allowing your body to rest on your elbows. Ramsay leaned over you, one hand still working at your bloody core and the other hand on the floor holding himself steady. He fluttered his fingers inside your swollen walls, causing you to inhale sharply. He grinned into the kiss as his mouth pushed onto yours even harder than before. Ramsay pulled away from the kiss and slid his fingers out of you, leaving you trickling blood and arousal. You arched your back softly, a gentle beg for him to not go. You didn't even mean to, but your body was aching for more. He grinned when he realized your body making attempts to keep his fingers inside you. "You quite liked that, didn't you?" He chuckled softly.
He sat back, pulling himself up to a standing position. Your blood was still covering his glistening fingers as he brought his hand to his own trousers. You could see that he was aroused, the trousers grew tight around his crotch. "Look what you're doing to me." He grinned as he pulled his trouser waistband down just barely, releasing his hard cock. He peered down at you, you felt like a pile of arousal, flesh, and blood crumpled on the floor. He took his hand that was still wet from your cunt and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. He squeezed it gently and wiped your blood off of his fingers and onto his veiny shaft. You watched as he stroked himself, gently exhaling a strong breath as he stared at you. "You can't leave me like this, you know." He gestured to his hard cock. "And I can't let you go to waste like that... bleeding and warm. I'll have to figure out what to do about this, won't I?" He teased, still stroking himself.
You were nervous and unsure of what his next move would be. He grinned as he yanked you to your feet by your arms. "Follow me." He demanded, tucking his hardness back into his trousers. You slunk behind him, ashamed and dripping. He led you out into the main hallway that was still empty and crawling with the early dawn. He grabbed your hand and pulled you down the hall to your chambers. "This one's yours?" He asked before shoving the door open. He pulled you inside and shut the door behind him. When he turned around, he had a grin spread across his face. His eyes flickered with a dark obsession as he faced you and spat out a demand. "Take off your clothes."
You slowly pulled your nightgown off of yourself. You wanted to resist him, you really did... but your body was excited for this. You hated yourself for it, but you were interested in seeing what was going to happen next. You let the nightgown fall to the floor and allowed yourself to stand naked in front of Ramsay. He inhaled deeply as he scanned you with his eyes. You felt the blood dripping from you still, well it was a mixture of blood and your own wetness. It was trickling down your thighs, nearly to your knees. Ramsay didn't stop staring at you as he pulled his shirt over his head. His hair lifted and fell as he tore it over himself and threw it on the floor, stepping closer to you. He pulled his trousers down and kicked them off so he could stand naked with you.
He was within arms reach, his pale and muscular chest rising and falling with his deep breaths as he admired your body. His eyes slid up and down your nakedness before he stepped closer, closing the gap between your bodies. His hands cupped your breasts. He harshly caressed them and squeezed them, causing you to let out a whine. They were quite sore, a symptom of your period. "Does that hurt?" Ramsay whispered, squeezing harder. You nodded softly and mumbled a response. "Yes, My Lord." He smiled, kneading and squeezing before he pinched your nipples between his fingers. You inhaled sharply, gasping at the feeling. "Good." He assured you, squeezing your nipples even harder. Your mouth opened with the pain and he nearly growled.
He spun you around and sank his face into your neck, biting and kissing your soft skin. His hands found your hips and he began pressing his erection against your ass. His hands were kneading at your hips and waist eagerly. "I cant believe I never paid any attention to you before." He whispered into your ear before biting your neck once more. "Now that I know what a whore you can be for me... you don't have to worry anymore, I'll have plenty of time for you." You whimpered as you gave in to the feeling, knowing that you were about to entirely belong to Ramsay Snow. His teeth grazed your ear as he sighed a moan, his cock pressing against your bare ass. He pushed on his cock with his hand, allowing it to slip between your legs. He wasn't fucking you yet, but he was sliding his cock between your legs and against your bloody cunt.
He rhythmically pressed his hips forward and back, allowing his cock to slide against your folds and your clit, making you crazy for him. You wanted him badly. You started moaning and it made Ramsay chuckle. "You're whining! You want me that bad, don't you?" He reached his hand up and wrapped it around your throat. He wasn't using much force, but your breathing was slightly altered. "Say you want it." He growled into your neck. You swallowed before you opened your soft lips. "I want you..." He tightened his grip on your throat, gently shaking you. "Louder." He groaned.
"I want you." You said a bit louder, your body arching and pressing against him, matching his rhythmic humping. "Louder!" He barked into your neck before biting down. "I want you!!" You cried out, reaching your own hand between your legs and feeling his cock, slick and coated in your blood. He pulled away from you and turned you around to face him. You couldn't resist as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Your tongue entered his mouth and your lips locked in a desperate kiss. You were floating with desire as you ran your fingers through his hair and down his shoulders. "Please..." You begged between kisses.
Ramsay shoved you backwards, forcing you to fall onto your clean bedsheets. You knew they would be stained and ruined but you didn't care. You only cared about what it would feel like when he pushed his cock inside you. He opened your legs and lowered himself, kneeling at the edge of the bed. He pulled your body closer, your ass hanging off the bed. Before you had any idea what was happening, you felt his tongue sliding between your dripping folds. You gasped as he began kissing your cunt, slowly sucking on your clit and kneading at your hips. He hummed with pleasure as you reacted, arching your back and digging your fingers into his shoulders. You looked down at him to see his eyes shut softly and his face buried in your thighs.
Ramsay swirled his tongue around your clit as he slid those same fingers inside you again. You felt electricity jolt up your body when he licked your clit, slowly sucking on the nub. His fingers swirled inside you, the slurping noises coming from your core were loud and would likely be embarrassing if you weren't so desperate for him. You stared at him with bliss as your lips parted and allowed for each and every whimper and moan to escape easily. His eyes flickered open and they stared up at you. His eyes were full of obsession. He was loving every moment of this, perhaps even more than you were. You pushed his head into your core as you gently began rocking your hips against his face.
You were feeling an overflowing need, a deep desire for more pressure inside you. You wanted to be filled by him. You gently tugged at his hair, trying to signal him to fuck you. He kept nuzzling his face into you, sucking and licking you perfectly. You groaned loudly, "Ramsay please..."
He pulled his face from between your thighs, his face covered in slick arousal and blood. He exhaled loudly and grinned at you before wiping his face on the bedsheets. "You filthy girl..." He groaned as he admired you lying on the bed, legs spread open and begging for his cock. He stood up and grabbed your hair, yanking you up the bed further. You squealed in pain as he did so, making him chuckle. He climbed on top of you and pressed his lips against yours. You could taste the metallic lingering on his tongue. You groaned into his mouth, pressing your hips up against his body. Ramsay's hands were exploring every inch of you. He was grabbing and pulling at your skin and his tongue was desperately swirling in your mouth. He couldn't get enough of you to satiate him.
He reached one of his hands down and grabbed his cock. He held it firmly as he pressed the head against your entrance. You moaned, steadying your hips for him. He grinned as he teased you, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your soaked cunt. He would push against your hole just to torture you. He wouldn't enter you yet. "I want you to really beg for me." He breathed as he slowly began stroking his cock, resting the tip at your entrance. "Make me need you."
You whined, your fingertips digging into his shoulders. "Please, Ramsay, I want you to fuck me." You were desperate. The only thing that mattered in the world was getting his cock to plunge inside you. "Mm..." He hummed with pleasure as he listened to you mewl. He stroked himself at your entrance. "More." He demanded. "I need you inside me... I want you to fuck me... please." His eyes widened for a moment as he listened to your pleading. "That's right. You need me." Ramsay smiled as he allowed his hips to finally give in, pushing his cock deep inside you.
He filled you snuggly, your walls stretching to fit him. You whined as he entered you, his eyes fluttered softly before flashing open again. "Does that feel good?" He asked as he began thrusting in and out of you with force. The way his hips moved made you crazy, the way his cock dipped in and out of your soaking cunt made you want to scream. "Fuck, yes!" You groaned as you allowed your body to fully swim in the pleasure that he was bringing you. "Do you love it when I fuck your bloody cunt?" Ramsay whispered as he bit your neck. "Yes, yes, I love it, please..." Your brain was floating. He kept his pace steady as he lifted himself with his arms. You watched him fuck you, his hair slightly bouncing with his thrusts, his eyes obsessed and focused on you, his muscular arms on either side of you.
Ramsay looked down at his cock, he was enjoying watching it pump in and out, disappearing in your soaking core. He growled as he watched, the sight making him even harder than he already was. "You feel so good, you tight virgin whore." He groaned, his eyes making their way back to your face. He could sense your pleasure as he studied your facial expressions. His eyes were glued to your face as he thrust hard, watching your eyes roll back into your head. He was breathing heavy out of his mouth and pulled his lips into a grin as he flashed his teeth. He was truly enjoying this.
You sensed a warmth rising in your center as he continued to fuck you at a constant pace. He must've noticed your face changing, as he exhaled between breaths. "You're going to come on my cock soon, aren't you?" He bit your bottom lip before you could answer, twisting the flesh between his teeth. You groaned as you felt the warmth rising higher and higher. "Do it." He whispered as he let go of your lower lip, your mouth filling with your blood from the open wound he just created. You were allowing your body to teeter over the edge. He took your bottom lip in his mouth again and sucked hard. The pain was mixed with complete ecstasy as you fell into the pool of pleasure, the waves crashing across your midsection as you orgasmed.
Ramsay didn't slow his pace while you came, he fucked you through it. Your lower lip still in his mouth, he started bucking his hips a little harder and a little broken in pattern. He let go of your lip as he groaned, blood trickling down his chin. He grit his teeth together and stared into your eyes as he bucked his hips for the final few strokes. You watched his face as his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes fluttered. You watched Ramsay cum, his mouth slightly open and blood dripping from his chin onto your breast and face. He was breathing heavy as he moaned, allowing a guttural release from his throat.
You felt his cock twitch inside you, filling you with warmth. His breath caught in his throat as he finished, gasping for air as he slowed himself. He quickly rolled over, his cock sliding out of you. You realized what a bloody mess you both had made. Ramsay caught his breath, his chest quickly heaving as he wiped his chin off with the back of his hand. He looked over at you. You were in orgasmic bliss, in pure awe of the creature beside you. You felt your body slowly sink into itself once more, back to reality. The room smelled of sweat and metallic. Ramsay reached over and kissed your forehead before standing up. "Well. That was lovely." He helped you stand up, your knees buckling underneath you. "Yes, you'll likely be shaky and sore." He nodded at your realization.
He handed you a dress and motioned at you to put it on. "You still have to draw me a bath this morning." He grinned. "Just because I fucked you doesn't mean you stop being my servant, pretty thing." He laughed as he pushed your hair behind your ears. "And don't think this will be a daily occurrence. I am a busy man, you know... But perhaps when you're bleeding, you can let me know so I can come and pleasure myself." He laughed as he walked towards the door, throwing cloth across his hips to hide his body. "Wipe yourself off and come draw my bath!" He left the room. You stood there, stunned. Ramsay only wanted to fuck you when you were on your period. You chuckled to yourself at the realization that you were now not only his servant, but his fuck toy that he would use when it pleased the dark creature that lived inside him... and somehow, you were okay with it.
"Welcome to the Dreadfort." You blinked her eyes hard, your vision still blurry. You fell to the ground, the men had dropped you. They were carrying you across the snow-coated ground. Your eyes focused on the man in front of you. Pale, light eyes, and dark curly hair that licked underneath his ears. He had a wide grin on his face, and he held out a hand to help you stand up.
You reached your hand out and allowed him to help prop you up. You felt insanely weak and fragile; like a newborn baby learning to walk. You took in your surroundings. Dark clouds were looming overhead producing a heavy snowfall. The man in front of you had snow gathering on his cloak's fur and on his hair. You saw stone buildings behind him, everything looked somewhat bleak.
"Who are you?" The man asked in an annoyed tone. His light eyes were wide as he stared at you, waiting for an answer. You shook your head gently. "I...I don't know. I can't remember." You put your hands on the sides of your head to ease the aching pain that buzzed around your skull. You noticed the dried blood on your hands and your clothing. You groan as you take your head in your hands.
"Oh..." The man looked you over, studying the dried blood. "You're hurt. Do you recall how?" He asked. You shook your head no, still holding onto your head. "I don't remember what happened. I just woke up alone in the blizzard and started walking until these men found me." You point to the two men dressed all in dark colors.
The man smiled and turned his head slightly. "Ah. Well, come in. Either way, I will get you some food and a place to rest." He motioned to the men standing by the door who had helped you. "Go fetch the maester. I want him to take a look at our new guest." The men nodded and turned towards one of the stone towers.
"Follow me." The man said to you. He turned and walked swiftly, his cloak floating behind him. You staggered behind him, following him inside the largest building. Your hair was stuck to your skin with dried blood. You looked up at the stone wall as you approached the entrance and saw some flags hanging off the edge of the top. Black. Red. Pink. Upside-down man. Your heart fluttered into your throat.
There was no doubt you were suffering from short-term memory loss, but you knew those flags from when you were a child and were taught about the different houses. The Boltons. The flayed man. You tried to conceal the lump that had formed in your throat.
The young Bolton man led you inside the Dreadfort, where you entered a large hall. After going through large oak doors, there was a long table and many chairs. The man pulled a chair out for you and you took a seat. He sat across from you, smiling. You struggled to keep eye contact with him. "What is your name?" He asked.
"I... I can't remember that either." You confessed. You truly couldn't remember much of yourself. "I see..." The man hummed, observing your reaction. He clearly was suspicious of you as his eyes wandered all over your body. He gestured to the servants. "Get her cleaned up. Find her a room. Bring her to me after." He stood up quickly, his chair tipping backwards.
"Aye, Lord Ramsay." One of the men said as they walked over to bring you down the hall. He was Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton's legitimized Bastard son. You shuddered internally, knowing how retched this man was. Ramsay stood there grinning as you were taken away. You weren't sure whether to be terrified or to remain calm.
The servant men took you to a dim room in the middle of the hallway. It had a small bed, a tiny fireplace, and a single wooden bathtub that was steaming. There was a Bolton cloak laced up on the bed along with a few shabby nightgowns. Hot water sounded like heaven to you. "See to it that you clean yourself up. Ramsay will be coming back for you shortly." One of the servants said as they shut the door and latched it shut.
You immediately dropped your clothing, threw the layers off your body, and allowed yourself to sink into the bath water. The heat felt amazing as the dried blood disintegrated from your skin. It smelled metallic and sour. You dipped your entire body under the water, covering your face and hair. It stung as your head went underwater, clearly your trauma being licked by the heat.
You relaxed in the bath, realizing that Ramsay wouldn't hurt you. He wouldn't go to all of this trouble just to flay you... right?
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The water began to chill, matching the temperature of the room. You arose and dried your body off, the water shining a deep red as you let your hair drip onto the floor. You squeezed the excess water in your hair into the tub as you finished drying off. With no notice, the door swung open, exposing your completely naked body to Ramsay as he strode into the room. "Ah, don't you look lovely?" He smirked. He was wearing a looser shirt with his trousers, likely his night wear.
You immediately covered yourself with your hands and ran to the bed, throwing on one of the nightgowns that was left for you. "I am so sorry, My Lord, I-" You started to apologize. "Ah, ah ah!" Ramsay interrupted you. "No need to say sorry, I liked what I saw. In fact, I wonder if you wanted me to see that?" He raised his eyebrow. You shook your head no, feeling ashamed that you were so exposed to him. You could tell he was still seeing the naked version of you in his head.
Ramsay didn't take his eyes off of you as he made his way to the fireplace in your chambers. "Well, lets just talk then." He grinned and sat on the floor. You didn't move but he started tapping the floor next to him, beckoning you. You reluctantly went over to his side and slid down, a humiliated hunch on the floor. You brought your knees to your chest and hugged them tightly as you stared into the fire. You could feel Ramsay's eyes on you.
You peered over at him. You were correct. His eyes were very stern as he stared at your face. He was illuminated by the fire, a glowing ember shade. His features were softer in this light. Your eyes swam over his jawbone and his soft lips. You couldn't help but notice! They weren't rough, they just looked soft. You two just stared for what felt like an hour.
"So," Ramsay broke the silence with a grin. "You can't remember where you come from." He stated. "Do you remember if you were a lady of an esteemed house? A servant? A whore?" His lips lingered on the word whore as his eyes shifted to your chest. You squeezed your legs closer together, feeling uncomfortable.
"I don't remember anything," You whispered. "But, I don't think I was a lady. I wouldn't have been left in the blizzard if I were a lady..." Ramsay hummed in agreement as he moved his glare to the fire, his side profile flickering at you within the glow. "You don't talk like a Lady. You don't hold yourself like a Lady." He nodded his head as he explained this to you. "I doubt you were highborn. From the looks of your cloak, I would say you were..." His lips frowned as he furrowed his brows, thinking. "Perhaps a hunter... or a gatherer of some sort, I don't know what your people eat!" He chuckled.
You nodded. That sounded right. You had no idea, but you could envision yourself doing that. You didn't like Ramsay playing a guessing game with your past, so you decided to stick with something. "That's right." You nodded softly. "I was a gatherer... sometimes hunted too." He turned to you, smiling softly. "You remember?"
You gently nodded, hoping he couldn't see through your lying eyes. "Barely...My Lord." Your voice was just more than a whisper. "Do you remember anything else?" He asked, his hand touching your shoulder. You shook your head, tears swelling in your eyes. "Oh, don't cry, dear." Ramsay cooed as he cocked his head and wiped a tear from your cheek as it fell.
"You were a lowly hunter. A pathetic gatherer. You had no honor." He said this so gently, it sounded like a threat. "And you can be whatever I want you to be now." You looked up at him, slightly confused. You saw he had a wild grin on his face, his eyes wider than before. He leaned towards you and kissed you on the cheek. You didn't know how to respond.
Ramsay stood up and held his hand out to you. "Come," He said. You looked up as you took his hand. "I'm going to make you a Lady." Your eyes widened as he led you to the bed. "I will wed you. You will become Lady Bolton and give me an heir." He chuckled excitedly. "You have a new start! You will be Lady of the Dreadfort! Come, act excited won't you?" He nodded at you. You forced a smile across your lips. "I don't know, I am gracious you would think of me to be your wife, Ramsay, but I-" He cuts you off with his hand around your throat. You suddenly can't breathe as he chokes you. His grin has turned to a snarl as he grips your neck.
"You don't have any say in this. I thought that was clear." He hissed through his teeth. "A girl shows up at my doorstep, looking for a purpose?! Of course, this is fate waiting to happen. You will be happy. You will." He threatened. You were clawing your fingers at his hands, begging him to release your neck. He finally did, and tossed you backward causing you to flop onto the bed.
In a moment, Ramsay tore his loose shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. "You're mine now." The words came through his clenched teeth as he dragged his nose across your cheek. He reached your ear and he whispered, "You're not going anywhere."
You were feeling blurry. Your eyes focused on Ramsay as he hiked up your nightgown around your hips. This can't be happening. You close your eyes as you hear him pull the laces on his trousers. You look down and see his cock out. He is already hard and needy. He pulls your outer thighs down so you rest directly underneath him. "You want this, don't you?" He asked as he pressed the head of his cock on your folds. All you could do was groan. You didn't want it... but your body did. You couldn't fool him.
As he pressed the tip of his cock onto you, he became aware of how soaked you were. "Oh, naughty girl!" He laughed as he pressed inside you. He pressed past any argument your body pushed back with. You squealed in pain as he filled you up. He started thrusting into you hard and fast and between breaths, he whispered "I told you, I'll make you a Lady."
Can I request a Ramsey x servant reader were the reader is a servant and is kind of scared of Ramsey and doesn’t like him and the two of them don’t get along and as time goes on she starts to feel attracted to him and have sexual dreams and nightmares about him which causes her to verbally fight with him even more and one night she decides to try to stop the dreams and goes to his chambers in the middle of the night and confess everything to him including the dreams she’s been having and nervously implies that she thinks the only way to make the dreams go away is sleeping with and she is so embarrassed about her confession that she tries to leave the room but Ramsey stops her and tells her he is interested ?
Can there be smut?
He was pinning you to the wall, you could hear howling of the dogs in their cages. You tried to run away, but the escape failed. You didn't want to even think about what Ramsay's gonna do to you for this disobedience. He pushed you on the ground and pressed you to the floor with his knee on your chest. He ripped open your shirt, reavealing bare skin. It could be exciting in other circumstances but now you barely could catch a breath, frozen with fear. Ramsay pulled off a hunting knife and ran the blade through your skin. You screamed in pain.
Fortunately, before anything worse happened, you woke up drenched in sweat. These dreams tormented you for a quite long time already. Scenarios were different but main character always the same: Ramsay. Ramsay tying you to the X-shaped cross. Ramsay carving letters in your skin. Ramsay hunting you with his hounds. But also Ramsay kissing you, caressing your naked body. Ramsay pinning you to the bed, not to torment, but to possess you.
It seemed that you desired your lord as much as you feared him. That inner turmoil only made you hate him more, or at least that's what you were telling yourself.
If there was only a way to control your mind, to stop these dreams. Why was your body betraying you? Ramsay was a cruel man, a personified evil if it existed. You hated him with your whole soul yet it seemed that between these feelings of contempt and disgust, there was a hidden desires. Images of passion and two naked bodies entagled together mixed with gore and torture in your fever dreams.
Suddenly you stood up and left your room, determined to end it here and now. In worst case, it would lead to your death but even that seemed like a good escape from visions haunting you at night.
You wandered through the halls of the castle. Few servants that still weren't asleep let you pass freely, without paying attention to your night walks. You were a familiar face and nobody would suspect you about any immoral intention.
You found the door to Ramsay's chamber and knocked, now much less bold about your plan than before.
"Who's there?" You heard his slightly annoyed voice.
"Y/n. I... have something to tell you my lord"
You heard steps and Ramsay opened the door. He was only in a loose shirt, everything under it perfectly visible. Not that he ever cared about such things. If anything, he liked to bother others with the sight of his junk. Which was impressive, but you tried your best to avoid looking at it.
"What's the matter?". He seemed surprised. Nothing strange, you never liked him and you liked to show it. Of course, not so ostentatiously to get you punished but it was clear from the way you talked to him and from your face when he was near, that you would enjoy seeing him impaled.
You stepped inside the chamber, growing nervous about what awaited you. But it was too late to turn back so you looked at Ramsay.
"I must admit, my lord, that I never liked you much but recently there are dreams that haunt me every night"
"And what are these dreams about?" He asked, seeming slightly amused that he someway found a way to your dreams.
"Some of them are scary, when I dream that you hunt and torture me. But in others.... you take me in your bed and we make love. And those dreams are way scarier"
"I don't see anything scary in that" Ramsay stepped closer and put a hand on your shoulder, smiling. "At least for me. But why do you tell me this?"
"I-" you bit your lip, wondering how to put this "I thought that maybe fullfiling some of these dreams and sleeping with you, my lord, would make them go away. But now I see it's a stupid idea. Forgive for taking your time, my lord"
You wanted to leave but Ramsay grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to himself. You looked at his face, your heart beating faster - and you weren't even sure whether it was from fear or excitement.
"Wait" he said "I think your idea is worth a try"
Without further thought, almost instinctively, you kissed him. He pulled your nightgown over your head and threw it on the floor. The touch of his warm strong hands made you realize that it is what you desired for so long, yet you weren't ready to admit it. As much as you wanted to hate him, Ramsay had in him a brutal charm that made you long for him like a moth longs for the flame of the candle.
He pressed you to the wall, his hands roaming across your skin. You tangled your fingers in his soft curls as he was sucking on your neck. You gasped, feeling his teeth digging into your flesh. It was certain that he was going to leave many marks on you but for now you didn't worry about how you're gonna cover them.
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You laid together in bed, utterly exhausted.
"Now go to sleep" he said, caressing your naked body "and in the morning you will tell if these dreams still haunt you. And then we can try again to get rid of them"
"'Let's play a game. Which body part do you need the least?"
You groan and open your eyes, quickly realizing you are strapped to a wooden X. There is a man standing in front of you. His black curly hair drooped over his forehead. His eyes are icy, and his sharp teeth curl into a grin. In his hand, he holds a flaying knife.
"Well, well, well, look who is finally awake. And right on cue! Are you going to beg me to let you go?" He coos. His eyes scan your body, which is barely covered by a thin white cloth wrapped around your curves. You blink your eyes rapidly, trying to take in your surroundings. You are hit with a pang of fear, radiating through your gut and throat. "Where am I?" You ask, hoarsely. Your head starts rolling around, trying to find some sort of hint to where you are.
The man steps forward and grabs your chin, tilting your head to face him. He licks his lips before grinning again. "You're in my keep. Did you think you could escape me that easily? I have taken a special interest in you." He drags the blade of his knife gently across your bare shoulder, snaking the blade underneath the white cloth hanging from your other shoulder. He grazes your collarbones and the blade disappears under the fabric, gently kissing your chest.
You grind your teeth together, trying to turn away from his grasp. You are able to dart your eyes around the room and remember your surroundings. You were being held captive by the Boltons at the Dreadfort. You use context clues to determine that this must be Roose Bolton's bastard son, Ramsay. His eyes pierce into your soul as you bring your gaze back to him. "Leave me be. Let me go, Ramsay." You beg.
He shakes his head, his curls flop with his disappointed frown. He leans in close to you, his breath licking your cheek. "You are in no position to be making demands. The questions here are going to be asked by me, and the answers are going to be given by you. Now-" He takes a step back, holds his hands in front of him, and grins. He isn't far from you, but he has let go of your face. "Where were you going? You are mine, you know. I didn't say you could escape."
You spit. Your saliva hits him on the cheek, and he doesn't flinch as it slides down his face. He continues to grin, his eyes staring deep into you. "I'm not yours. I belong to no one." You hiss. His grin dies into a firm, gritted teeth scowl. His jaw muscles tense up as he uses the back of his hand to wipe your spit from his cheek. He steps forward and grabs your chin so hard that you yelp.
"Wrong answer." Escapes his clenched jaw. "Let's give that another try, shall we?" His grin appears again as he resumes his position, hands clasped in front of him. "Where. Were. You. Going?" He speaks to you as if you were a child, a slight coo in his voice.
His eyes dart back and forth from each of yours, his teeth grinding. His gaze is enough to force you to answer. "I don't know. I was running away. I don't want to be a prisoner." His eyes widen at your honesty. He cracks his knuckles before taking the step forward once again. His hand caresses your cheek, wiping away one of your tears.
"Well, you are a prisoner. I am your captor. A pretty thing like you belongs under the protection of a lord..." His eyes wander down your body, and you feel his gaze tracing down your midsection like fire. He leans in, and his fingertips make their way to your neck. He doesn't quite choke you, but his fingers dance around on your neckline. His lips are inches from your face as he whispers, "You're safe with me. Nobody will hurt you...except me of course!" His face rips into that sadistic grin, his eyes wide.
You turn your head, not wanting to look at his face. "I'd like to tie you up here instead, Ramsay." He is taken aback once again by your blunt statement. He chuckles as he examines you. "You're a brave girl. I know your type, you wildling whore. Except, you forgot one thing." He stepped even closer to you, his chest pressing against your body. His hand once again grabs your chin, and he forces you to meet his eyes. "I have the power here." He whispers. "You were captured and now, you are mine. The sooner you accept it, the sooner the pleasure begins. And you are to call me Lord Bolton" Without missing a beat, his lips crash into yours. His hand quickly makes its way to the nape of your neck where he grabs a fistful of your hair. Your head is now under his control, to swivel on his demand. He pulls your head to the side, giving him full access to your neck.
He begins kissing your neck, your exposed skin is so soft and gentle that he groans while sucking on it. He pulls your hair once again, making your head swivel back to face him. He begins kissing you passionately, pressing his chest into your body. You give in and begin kissing him back. His tongue slides into your mouth, and you can feel your body reacting to his passion. Your mind knows he is evil, but your body is enjoying his control.
You hate this feeling. The next moment, you bite down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. He pulls away from you, eyes wild. He spits the blood out onto the floor of the keep and looks back at you. "You're a feisty whore. Did you enjoy that kiss? I know you did."
He leans forward to kiss you again, but before his lips can meet yours, you scream. "Get off of me!" You begin thrashing around, lurching your body forward, trying to loosen the grip his chains have on you. Although you are being constrained on the wooden X, you do make quite the clatter from your struggle.
Ramsay laughs and pushes your back into the wood with both of his hands on your hips. Your lower back aching as it is slammed into the wood. "Terrible attempt! I am going to enjoy every moment of this." He forces another kiss on your lips. His mouth tastes like blood. Before you can turn away, his hand finds your neck. He wraps his hand around your throat and keeps your head steady. "You are going to learn to enjoy this." He groans into your mouth.
"If you want me to enjoy this, take me down from here. I can't stay up here." You had intended for it to come out as a demand, but it came out more like a whine since his hand was around your throat so tightly. He stops kissing you and leans back just enough to be able to look at you. His eyes are wide, full of wild energy.
"Are you trying to manipulate me? Pretty girl, you should know that your word doesn't matter in here. You do not give orders in my keep." He exhales a sigh as his free hand makes its way up your leg, traveling towards your inner thigh. His hand disappears under the fabric. You stare at him, trying to disguise your anger. Maybe if you play into his game, he will let you down. Your body was aching to be let loose. Plus... maybe if you were not in such an uncomfortable position, maybe you COULD enjoy what he was going to do to you. You knew it was going to happen regardless.
His hand reaches your inner thigh, just inches away from your sensitive parts. You feel yourself twitching for a touch, aching for his hand to find its way... What were you thinking?! This man was evil. You tried to control your thoughts. Ramsay is still so close to her face, his breathing is controlled and calm.
You stretch forward and initiate a kiss. Your lips slam into his. Ramsay inhales sharply through his nose. You are proud of yourself for catching him off guard. His breathing turns heavy as you kiss him. His hand starts inching up your thigh, so close to your crotch. You can tell that you are dripping wet from the warmth that is radiating from your pussy. You continue kissing him, releasing little moans into his mouth. Ramsay breaks off the kiss and whispers. "Perhaps I should give you a little taste of what will happen if I take you off of this X."
You nod slowly, not quite sure of what he means. He drops to his knees, and you inhale sharply. Oh. Gods. He looks up at you as he slowly leans forward, his mouth about to meet your folds. He is breathing slowly and carefully, you can feel his breath licking your inner thighs. You lean your head back and prepare yourself to feel his tongue on you.
You hear Ramsay shuffling in his cloak, and you open your eyes to see him standing in front of you. Your brow furrows as you realize you are not about to be licked like you had prepared for. "Disappointed?" He teases. "Please Ramsay-"
You didn't mean to answer him, but the pleading just escaped your mouth on its own. His eyes widened. "Ah." He grinned. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy my game. Call me Lord Bolton and I will keep playing." You shake your head. You don't want to recognize him as your Lord. He chuckles, enjoying their interaction. "Alright then." He spins on his heels and you realize he is about to leave the keep. Your eyes widen, realizing that your body is aching for him. You want him to stay. You want him to continue. "Wait!"
Your shout was louder than you expected, echoing in the cold room. Ramsay stops in his tracks. "Yes?" He coos, not even turning around. You know he is grinning without having to see his face. Your mind raced as you thought of what to say, how to keep him interested.
"Don't you want a real challenge?" You begin. "You only won because I am tied up here. Don't you want a real reward? It's no reward when I am like this...It makes it easy on you. Let me down and I can show you what a real challenge can feel like... A real reward for you."
Ramsay doesn't answer right away, and he just stands there for what feels like minutes. He slowly turns around and gives your body a scan from bottom to top. "Hmm." He cocks his head to the side. You feel your body tensing, begging for his touch to come back. "I like your attitude, girl." He begins stepping towards you. You feel relief as you realize that your plan worked. He starts to untie you.
Suddenly, you fall to the ground. You let out a scream as your body adjusts to being free again. Your knees ache from hitting the keep's floor, but you are thankful to have the ability to move around. You look up at Ramsay as he stands over you. He chuckles as he grabs your wrists and yanks you to your feet. You feel like you can't walk, your legs are weak from the X and...also from the begging feeling between them.
You stumble into Ramsay as you stand. His strong arms wrap around you. You look at him, his face gentle as soft, which is different. You decide to make your move. You run your fingers through his curly hair and give him a slight tug when you reach the nape of his neck. You hold the sides of his face and kiss him with passion. Ramsay kisses you back, his hands pulling at the fabric that is covering you.
"That's it. Take what you want." He kisses you harder, his mouth rough and demanding. His teeth nibble into your lower lip. He shoves his tongue deep into your mouth. You take a risk, one of your hands snakes around his chest and wraps around his throat. You gently choke Ramsay. He groans into your kisses, and his hands grip your hips. "You're feisty. I like that. I will have to teach you a lesson, you wildling whore."
You pull back from the kiss and smack him hard across the face. You're even stunned by this, but Ramsay's eyes are wild with pleasure. "Do not call me a whore. I am not A whore. I am YOUR whore." You try to recover why you just smacked him. His cheek was red, and he was grinning. "Do it again." He demands.
You smack him hard on the other cheek, his cheeks both stinging red. You've unlocked something in him, you can feel his erection as he pushes his body closer to yours again. "That felt good." He groaned between his teeth. "I want you to try to hurt me." He pushes his face into yours for a kiss. You bite his bottom lip immediately and twist it in your teeth. "Ah!" He yells.
"Now we're talking." He chuckles as blood drips down his chin. He groans in arousal as you start biting his neck. "You're good at this." He pulls your face to meet his and starts kissing you. You decide to continue playing his game. "I want to hurt you. I want to please you. Is there a difference?" You wrap both of your hands firmly around Ramsay's neck. His eyes widen as you squeeze.
You can sense the fierce desire in his eyes as he bites his own lip. He hisses from the pain of biting his own wounded lip, "There is no difference at all. I want you to surrender to your every dark desire with me." You take a step back from Ramsay. You look him up and down. His erection is pressing against his trousers, and you notice his breathing is heavy. "Take off your shirt." You demand.
Ramsay raises an eyebrow and does as he is asked. "If you want to play this game, I am ready." He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it on the floor. His pale, muscular body heaves with his breaths as he stares at you. His stare reminds you of the way a predator looks at their prey.
You step forward, running your fingers down his chest. You start to untie his trousers. "You want me to hurt you, My Lord? I will hurt you." He stares down at your hands undoing his laced pants, his cock pressing against the laces. "I like where this is headed." Ramsay groans. He looked back up at you with fierce eyes. He pushes you into the corner of the keep. There is a corner hidden away with pelts on the floor. He pushes you down, on your knees. He quickly finishes undoing his trousers and letting them drop to the floor with a clang. His knives fall to the floor with them.
His naked body now stands looming over you, his cock hard and begging to be touched. You reach your hand forward to wrap it around his throbbing cock, but he stops you with his hand grabbing your wrist. "Ah, ah, ah." He shakes his head. "Not so fast. I don't want you using your hands. Do you think you can please me with just your mouth?" He asks.
You feel a surge of adrenaline shoot through your body, eager to prove your worth. You finally push the fabric off your body, allowing it to pool at your knees, releasing your bare chest. You lean in forward, mouth open, ready to take in his cock. Your face is stopped by his hand grabbing your jaw. You peer up towards him, his face angry. "I asked you a question." He snarled. "Will you be able to please me with just your mouth? Or will I have to find someone better?"
You nodded, your mouth watering. You've never wanted to please someone so badly. You craved his cock in your throat. His grip on your jaw tightened. "Be a good talker for me. Answer me with words." You realized that a simple nod wouldn't be good enough. "Yes. Yes, My Lord. Let me please you." You whined. The desperation in your voice made Ramsay's cock twitch.
He let go of your jaw and put his hands behind his back. "Well then, let's see you try." He smiled and gently pushed his hips forward, bringing his hard cock to your lips. You eagerly began kissing the head, sloppy and wet. He moaned as you began flicking your tongue on the tip during the kisses. "Show me what a good girl you can be for me."
You were thrilled to be pleasing him, especially at your own pace. You began gently taking him in your mouth, slowly and passionately. You could hear him breathing heavily and grinding his teeth. You stopped to look up at him and tease him. You ran your teeth over his tip. You rubbed your puckered lips over the head of his cock, watching him look down at you. You expected him to moan and lurch his hips towards your face. Instead, his eyes turned wild and he grabbed your hair in his fists. "I'm growing impatient."
Ramsay pushes your head, shoving his whole cock into your mouth. It slides into your throat with ease, filling your mouth. You immediately gag and try to pull back, but his hands have a firm grip on your hair, forcing you to stay exactly where he wants. He lets out a loud groan as he manipulates your movements, making your head bob up and down on his entire length. Your body is rejecting such a sudden change, causing you to gag and sputter. He pulls out, his cock dripping with saliva. You gasp for air and drool all over yourself. He moves your hair out of the way and slaps his cock on your cheek.
He has a crazed expression in his eyes as he slowly lowers himself to the pelts, on his knees with you. He pulls the fabric that was once covering you into his hands. He wipes your face off, almost lovingly. "Take some deep breaths." He nods and smiles as he continues to wipe the wetness off your face, almost kindly. You feel like there is no way this is the same man that was just slamming his cock into your throat. You don't argue with him as you regain your breathing.
Ramsay puts one of his arms behind your back and slowly lowers you to lie down flat on your back. The pelts are surprisingly thick, cushioning you both from the cold floor of the keep. You feel hidden away with Ramsay, like you are in your secret world with him. The only light is from the flickering of the fire nearby. You take a moment to look at him. He is so handsome, his muscular arms are now on either side of your face, and you realize his body is between your legs. His curls fall perfectly as he looks down at you. His eyes are serious, but not looking evil at the moment. "I want to take your breath away once again, but in a different way." He whispers.
He balls up the fabric he was wiping your face with and places it underneath your hips, allowing your pussy to be just slightly raised, perfect for him to prepare to bury his face in. Your heart starts pounding as you prepare for him to finally please you. You feel like you've been waiting forever. You shut your eyes and you hear him chuckle. You can tell he is lying down on the pelts just below you, and he places his hands on your outer thighs. His curls tickle the skin on your inner thighs and you can feel his breath on your folds.
He starts kissing your inner thighs, immediately making you inhale sharply. "Gods, you are so wet and I haven't even touched you yet." He groans from between your legs. You're slightly embarrassed but can't help yourself. You can feel that you're soaked and warm. Your body has never ached for someone like this. His arms snake around your outer thighs, and his hands settle on your lower stomach, right above your crotch. He is holding you down firmly.
His tongue finally licks your pussy, gently and slowly. He starts burying his face in you. He is licking and sucking you perfectly and Gods does it feel good. His rhythm is steady as he moans into you. The vibrations from his moan cause you to tremble. His curls still tickling your inner thighs. He moves one hand away from your midsection and pulls your leg, opening your legs for him. You hadn't noticed you were already clenching your legs closed around his head. "Sorry, my lord." You groaned.
He didn't answer as he was swirling his tongue around you. You were moaning and arching your back. It's a good thing his other hand was holding you down or else you may have floated to the ceiling. The hand that was holding your leg moved to your pussy and he inserted two fingers into you. They slid in with ease, but they filled you up. Your body was aching for more. You sighed as he curled his fingers, finding your pleasure. You started grinding on his fingers as he sucked on your clit. You felt like you were on the brink of a climax already, your body had been aching for this. "Ramsay-" You moaned.
He pulled his face away from you and left you aching. He slid his fingers out and you groaned at the empty aching they left in you. He pulled the fabric out from under you and wiped his face off with it before throwing it aside. "Did you like that?" He coos as he lays next to you on the pelt. His cock is still hard and wet from your lips. You only nod and complain with whines. "Now, don't worry, I am not finished with you." He reads your mind.
He motions with his hand for you to come here. You carefully roll over, and sit on top of him. He is flat on his back and bends his knees, giving your back a bit of support. "Now that I know how badly you want me, I want you to fuck me." He says as he reaches up and caresses your breasts. "I'll allow you to take control here." He nods at you, giving you approval to start.
You start sliding your pussy over his hard cock, just gliding and teasing. It feels so good as it hits your clit and you can tell he wants you to put it inside. His hands find your hips and he squeezes your love handles. You whisper to him, "I am going to make you mine."
He softly smiles. "Happily, my lady." You reach down and guide his head into your pussy. Once it is past your lips, you know you can let go and let your body do the rest. You gently slide down onto his cock, and his jaw relaxes as he exhales "Fuck."
You let his cock fill you completely and you stay still, letting your body get used to the burning sensation from being stretched. "Kiss me," Ramsay demands, his eyes cloudy with pleasure. You lean forward and start kissing him passionately. Ramsay's tongue is in your mouth almost immediately, he is desperate for more. His hands move from your hips to your ass as he spreads you open, and starts thrusting his cock in and out of you. You bite his lip hard and pull away from the kiss. "I thought I was in charge, what are you doing?" You question him. You get a surge from being dominant over a man who is known to be in charge. He whines as he stops his thrusts. He wraps his arms around your hips and pulls you down on him. "I can't help myself."
You lock lips once again in a deep, passionate kiss. You sink your nails into his shoulder and he groans. He presses his lips against yours even more intensely. You begin the slow motions with your hips, letting his cock almost slide entirely out of you before plunging deeply back inside. Ramsay is in heaven. You feel wildly powerful.
His breathing becomes deeper as you pick up the pace, but still moving fairly slowly. You sit tall on his cock, and you reach your hands to his throat. You wrap both of your hands around his throat and push down, choking him into the pelt. His eyes shoot open and he smiles as you choke him. "Harder" He groans. You choke him harder as you start riding him even faster. You feel a wave of power come over you and you slap him across the face with one of your hands before returning it to his neck. His eyes are glazed over with pleasure. "Harder!" He barks.
You slap him again and start bouncing up and down on his cock. You are staring deep into his eyes. He wets his lips with his tongue and groans as you change the motion, now rocking back and forth on him. He digs his fingertips into your hips. "More! I am nearly there."
You are sweaty and growing tired. Your sore body can only take so much. He notices you slow and catch your breath. Ramsay chuckles and pulls you forward with his hands on your hips. "Don't you dare stop pleasing me. Please. Use your teeth while you catch your breath." He leans his head to the side, exposing his neck to you. "It feels so good." He looks at you and raises his eyebrows, wanting you to bite the skin where his neck and shoulder meet.
You lean forward and bite down on Ramsay's skin and you don't let go. You are drooling on his neck and he moans. He lifts you a bit with his arms, giving him the space so he can fuck you while you rest. He starts pumping in and out of you, but he can't thrust his full length from this position. You release your bite and start to roll, he follows and switches so he is on top of you. "Oh, you look so pretty like this." He coos as he watches your cheeks flush.
He uses his hands to hold himself up and he starts fucking you. It feels amazing. His cock fills you up perfectly, and you submit underneath him. He pumps hard and fast, but his eye contact does not break. "I could fuck you all day." He groans. You can feel your body approaching a climax.
"You're getting closer." He points it out. He can read your pleasure on your face. He keeps the pace and lowers his face, burying himself in your neck. He starts kissing your ear and you can hear his breath catch in his throat. "I want you to cum for me...but not yet" He whispers, his lips grazing over your ear. You feel the knot begin to tighten in your body. You are aching to release your orgasm. "Ramsay, please..." You begin to beg until he stops fucking you. His cock deep inside you, you cry out from the sudden lack of friction.
"Lord Bolton." He whispers. "Call me Lord Bolton and I will continue fucking you." You cry out, desperate for more. You start moving your hips underneath him in an attempt to keep the pleasure going. He slips out of you, unhappy with your reaction. "Do I have to ask a second time?" He asks through gritted teeth. The evil wickedness is back in his voice. You look at him, his eyes wildly scanning your face. "I hate asking a second time."
You desperately claw at his chest. "Lord Bolton! Lord Bolton!" He grins at your defeat. "Lord Bolton what?" He teases you with the head of his cock, slowly inserting it inside you. You growl at his cruel games.
"Lord Bolton, keep fucking me, ple-" He cuts you off by shoving his cock back inside you, it feels even better than before. You scream as he immediately starts fucking you so hard and fast. Your climax is about to spill over, and he knows it. He yanks your hair, causing your head to fall to the side. "You're mine." He breathes into your neck. You can't hold it back any longer. You begin to cum. Ramsay fucks you through your orgasm, his pace not changing despite your cries and moans. "I am nearly there." He groans. A few more pumps in and out and Ramsay's pace gets erratic. He moans as he shoves his cock into you deeply. He cums deep inside you, his hips bucking as he fills you up. His face is buried in your neck as he groans and catches his breath.
He regains his composure and pulls himself out of you. He flops down beside you and chuckles. "Gods, that was good." He is glistening with sweat and his chest heaves. You can't help but stare at him. His tongue wetting his lips, his Adam's apple lurchs when he swallows. His curls are wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead. His eyes stare at the ceiling, icy blue and returning to reality. He looks at you.
"Did you enjoy that?" He asks, his voice almost sweet, as if he truly cares to know. "Yes, Rams...Yes, Lord Bolton." You look at him, his lips curl into a grin when you call him that. "Good. You learn fast."
Based on this request: may i request a ramsay bolton x targaryen! reader? they are opposites since she is fire and he is ice and she is kind while he is well.. ramsay. he comes to essos to request her help in conquering the north (much like yara came to daenerys) and they end up ruling side by side, and ramsay doesn’t anticipate it but he actually loves her more than the throne?
Here you are! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*
Warnings: None??
Pairings/Characters: Ramsay Bolton x fem!Targaryen reader
Ramsay stared up at you as you sat on your throne. For a queen of fire, you regarded him with such an icy expression it almost made him shiver. "I have heard of you, Lord Bolton. Of your betrayal of the Starks and the Greyjoys. I have heard of the murder of your father by your hand. Word of your horrible deeds has spread far and wide. I see no reason to trust you, especially not enough to form an alliance."
Ramsay knew he had to say something and quickly before you had his head. He was nothing if not quick-witted. "Queen Y/N, I too have heard of you. Tales of your kindness and compassion have reached far across the Great Sea to Westeros. I know my reputation. Even if I should gain the Iron Throne, the people would not accept me. I would be assassinated the moment the crown was on my head." You arched a brow.
"You aren't exactly helping your case, Lord Bolton. Flattery may work on my sister and most definitely would have worked on my brother, but I am not them. Why should I not let you return to Westeros for your, most likely, inevitable assassination then cross the sea to take the throne for myself?"
"Because then the people of Westeros would believe that you too are cruel. What sort of queen allows a potential ally to run to his death when she could stop it? That is what the people would say. Together, we could rule side-by-side. You would be returned to your rightful home as the true heir to the Iron Throne and the people would love you. And you can sway them in my favor as well. If the kind Targaryen queen could love the ruthless, mad dog Lord Bolton, there must be some good in him. They would accept and follow us both as their rulers. But I cannot-" Ramsay cut himself off for a moment. He hated sounding so weak, but he needed to do this. "I cannot do this alone. I need someone like you by my side."
You let out a huff. "Prostrating yourself before me does not suit the 'Mad Dog', Lord Bolton. Once again, your words of flattery mean nothing to me." Ramsay felt himself growing frustrated. You were supposed to be swayed by him, but you weren't. You showed nothing toward him except amusement.
It grew quiet in the hall as your Hand whispered in your ear. You hummed and nodded slightly. For a few moments, you watched him as Ramsay grew more and more irate. It was becoming difficult to keep his temper in check. After a while, you hummed again. "You've amused me, Lord Bolton. That's not an easy feat. I will consider your proposition and inform you of my decision in the morning. You are free to explore Essos, with an escort, of course. Or you may choose to retire to the chambers I keep for visiting nobility. Until morning." With that, you stood and swept from the room, leaving Ramsay utterly confused and, maybe a little bit impressed.
The next morning, Ramsay entered the dining hall to find you already waiting for him. He bowed to you and you smiled at him. "Lord Bolton," you greeted with a warmth that had been missing the day before. Once again, Ramsay was utterly confounded by you. You sipped your drink before speaking again as Ramsay sat down. "Though your proposal was…ridiculous, to say the least, I accept." Ramsay blinked stupidly for a moment.
"What?"
"I will sail to Westeros with you and rule, as equals, by your side." Ramsay began to smile, but you continued, "Know this, however. If you betray me in any way, I will destroy you. Bear in mind that my sister is not the only Targaryen with dragons. My reputation may be one of kindness and compassion, but I will answer betrayal and harm with ruin." This time, Ramsay did smile.
*time skip*
Ramsay glanced at you across the table as you broke your fast together one morning. The stress of ruling over Westeros had done nothing but enhance your beauty. If possible, you had grown more confident, stronger, and intelligent since coming over from Essos. You lead the people compassionately and held Ramsay's temper back whenever possible. People respected you and feared him and the dragons. It worked well for you and Ramsay, to his surprise, found himself caring more for you than for the throne he'd fought for.
"You're staring, Husband," you stated, hardly looking up from the scroll in front of you. "Am I not allowed to look at my wife? My queen?" You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless. "I am only your wife and queen because you wanted the throne and knew there was no other way to get it. So either you're forming some devious plan, or you've come to the realization that you've fallen in love with me."
Ramsay blinked in surprise. The man had prided himself on keeping any and all emotions under wraps. Did he love you? He had his throne, but would he give it up for you? Yes. In a heartbeat, he would. Did that mean he, for the first time in his life, was actually in love?
A soft laugh from you broke Ramsay from his thoughts. He looked at you again. "Did you think you were hiding? Ramsay, my darling, you forget that I have been able to see right through you from the moment we met." You pushed your chair back and rose to your feet. As you passed by Ramsay, you placed a hand on his shoulder. "There is nothing wrong with admitting that you're in love, Ramsay." You squeezed him lightly before moving to leave the room. Ramsay stood and turned to watch you leave. "Oh, and Ramsay?" you called over your shoulder, "I love you too." Ramsay stood still for a moment as his brain processed what you'd said. Once he snapped out of it, he was instantly running after you, intent on spending the rest of the day getting you to ignore your duties and spend time with him.
Can I request a oneshot for Ramsey Bolton x fem reader where the reader is a servant and Ramsey is attracted to her but doesn’t act on it and she accidentally stumbles upon him killing his father and she hides in the corner somewhere in the room and over hears him planning to kill his stepmother and brother so she tries to help them and get to them before Ramsey dose but she is unsuccessful and Ramsey discovers what she tried to do so she begs for forgiveness and he tells her he will consider it if she can prove to him why she deserves it so he takes her to the room where he flays people and has sex with her on the X-shaped cross ?
A/N: it isn't really good but in my defense, I wrote like half of it while still high on acid so...
Warnings: it's Ramsay, what do you expect
You were watching from behind the corner, praying to all the Gods so your presence would remain hidden and unnoticed. Otherwise you would end up in worse situation that those people you tried to protect.
Your were barely breathing, listening to the screams of Fat Walda. You weren't even able to look at it, just a few moments after dogs attacked her, you turned away your gaze, feeling nauseous. You would love to be wherever else, as far as possible from this place but right now there were no escape from hearing the gut-wrenching screams of agony as woman and her child were ripped apart by the hounds.
You closed your eyes, distancing yourself from overhelming reality but soon you felt a hand on your shoulder.
"What are you doing here?" Ramsay asked. His voice wasn't angry but it didn't matter. You saw him flaying people with a calm mundane voice so you never knew what's awaiting you in his presence.
"I was just walking to the kitchen-" you tried to quickly make up and excuse but Ramsay only slapped your face. You touched tour burning cheek.
"Don't lie. I heard what you were talking about with my stepmother. You came here to warn them"
You simply nodded. Whatever the punishment will be, better not make it any worse.
"Forgive me, my lord, I made a mistake... Please, show me mercy" you pleaded, avoiding looking right into his cold eyes.
Ramsay observed you with mixed feelings. Your betrayal ignited his anger, and you should pay for your lack of loyalty. But at the other hand, seeing you terrified, cowering like a beaten dog... that was a gorgeus sight.
You were on his mind for quite some time but he didn't show it before. He was only observing you wander through the halls and do your chores while he fantasized about taking you on a hunt or pulling you to the nearest bedroom. Even during the feasts, while you were serving him, he only looked, holding himself back from pulling you on his lap and sliding a hand under your dress.
"Can you prove that you deserve it?"
"Hm?" That wasn't the smartest answer. It wasn't even mediocre sensible. But you didn't expect your pleads to bring any sort of answer, except for slow and cruel death.
"If you prove that you're worth of my forgiveness, you'll receive it"
You felt on your knees, ignoring the mud staining your clothes and freezing your knees.
"Thank you my lord, I will do anything, just tell me how I can prove myself-"
Ramsay cut your monologue, pulling you from the ground and leading you inside the castle. You felt disgusted by how much you had to humiliate yourself but it was still better from tortures. Just in case it saved you from any because Ramsay went into the dungeons.
Your anxiety has increased when you entered one of the cells and you saw X-shaped cross standing in the middle. You knew well what happened to people who ended up here.
"Will you flay me?" You asked, just to make sure and spare yourself the torture of uncertainty.
"No, as long as you behave. So if you want to keep your skin, take off your clothes"
You obeyed him, though still frozen with fear. Your dress landed on the floor and you were standing in front of him completely bare. Ramsay took your hand and lead you to the cross, then he started fastening your arms to the cross with a strong rope. You could feel it pressing and scraping your skin but you gritted your teeth, trying not to make a sound.
When he finished his job, Ramsay took a knife from the table. You thought that he lied and it's gonna be your end but he started carving letters on your chest. You moaned quietly as pain pierced your body. You looked down and noticed that under blood runnig down your body, Ramsay was carving his name in your skin.
"No one will doubt now, whom I belong to" you said, not sure why but after all experienced anxiety and fear, your mind get rid of every barrier and sensible plans. You were one foot in a grave and nothing mattered anymore.
When he finished his art, Ramsay leaned over and licked your wounds. You arched your back, in mix of pain and pleasure. His warm tongue caressing your broken skin brought you some twisted form of excitement. The same one you always felt looking at Ramsay. You knew about his depravities and what he could do to you, but you couldn't help desiring him. He was alluring in a way of forest fire, that brings death and destruction, but you can't stop looking at it. You dreamed about his touch for many years but you never expect it would happen in such circumstances.
Ramsay crouched and started kissing your naked legs, going up and getting closer to your crotch. Then, out of sudden, he bit your inner thigh and you gave out a quiet scream. You didn't look at him but you were more than sure that he smiled hearing this.
He stood up, his warm calloused hands wandered across your body, caressing your belly, breast, hips and squeezing your butt.
Finally his hand wandered between your legs.
"Your already wet" he noticed with smugness in his voice "So that's what you like? Pain? Being on my mercy?"
You wanted to deny, to don't give him that knowledge. But you knew he wouldn't believe you and he would torture you until you admit it; though some of these tortures would probably turn you on.
You nodded.
He lifted your legs, so you could embrace your hips with them. He pulled out his dick, and entered you without any preparation. Fortunately, you were already wet enough so it went smoothly. He pressed his body to you and stared thrusting. Ramsay nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and you felt his hot breath of your skin. Occasionaly, he bit your neck and shoulders. Now it was more exciting than painful, though you knew you were going to wear bruises for a long time.
He had to be very turned on because after few minutes of fucking you, he gasped and feeled you to the brim with his seed. He pulled out and you could feel his cum running down your legs.
"So... will you free me now, my lord? You asked while he was pulling on his trousers. Ramsay chuckled and walked to the table with his tools.
"If you think it's an end, you haven't been paying attention . We're gonna spend a lot of time together "
Imagine Ramsay coming back to you after a long battle
prompt number one requested by anonymous
PROMPT REQUESTS ARE OPEN
You sat on the end of your bed, picking at your fingernails absentmindedly. Ramsay hates it when you do that, you thought to yourself. But you always picked at your nails when you were nervous, and this was a time as any to be nervous. A raven had sent a message from the commander of the Bolton army. They had lost the battle harshly and those who remained would be returning home. There was no mention of your lover Ramsay in the message, and you had prayed to all the gods you knew to bring him home safely. Then you heard one of your handmaidens peeked through the door, “My lady, Ramsay has returned.”
You ran as fast as you could to the atrium, your eyes combing the crowd for Ramsay. But he saw you before you saw him, and without warning he pulled you into a long, hard kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, overjoyed of his return. Then the two of you broke apart and you stared into Ramsay’s eyes, trying to find words.
“Ramsay, I–”
“Shh, shh…” he said, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m here now.”
ANON REQUEST: hey could you write a ramsay x reader imagine where he falls in love with you after finding you around winterfell and you don’t mind his brutal behavior cause you really love him? +smut and typical ramsay stuff
The smoke made your eyes tear and you coughed all the way as you walked the grounds. Winterfell was burnt down, the stony castles withstood the fires but almost every wood was burnt, the people were all dead and the stench of the rotting dead made you cry. You remembered all of it, every night it haunts you in your sleep. They were your people, you thought.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
It was dark, yet you could imagine the angry look on Ramsay’s face. You have been with him for months, serving him his needs every night. “Yes, my lord.”
You felt him shift closer, and you shivered when you felt his hand on your stomach. You turned to face him, and his hand kept going down as he found your sex. His fingers slowly slid its way inside, and you shudder when he paced his fingers to get you wet. He nibbled on your ear, as he whispered things. You moaned at his touch, and he wasted no time to finish you. He positioned himself atop of you, his hands guiding your legs to open wide for him.
He slowly entered you, his hand cupping your chin, as he thrusted. His pace quicken as your moans got louder, and you whimpered at every thrust he made. He grunted as he went, and he fondled with your breasts as he did. He grabbed you by the back to lift you up to sit on his lap as you wrapped your legs around him. Fast and hard, he moaned as you kissed his neck. He slowed down, when he felt his close and you felt him spill.
He slowly laid you back on the bed, and he softly smiled at you. “Everything about you makes me like you.”
You smiled, blushing. You entwined your hands on his neck, slowly pulling him down to meet your lips. You mumbled incoherently, tired from all the vigorous events. You placed a kiss on his lips, and you pinned him down. “I have to go, my lord.”
“Ramsay,” he said as he grinned at your naked body.
You nodded, and you quickly got dressed in the dark and you made your way to your little place in the castle, walking by the burnt bodies and the flayed bloody people. You pulled your hood up, covering your face to erase all the images of the dead people.
“People will realise I’m gone,” you tried to sound tough, but your voice came out more like a whimper. “They’ll come looking for me,” you cried out as the hooded man paced the room.
You weren’t sure where you were just that this chamber was cold and that the rusty cuffs around your wrist were keeping you from leaving the bed. There were only three candles and the longer you waited, heart pounding and a chill beginning to set in, you wondered if they would burn out before you could escape.
“I wouldn’t be so sure darling,” the man said, stopping his paces to sit in the sole 231q
across from the bed. It was almost as if he’d made his cloak too big so that his hood covered all but his lower face but still you could see a smirk on his lips, “I’ve been watching you for a while now. You didn’t even notice did you?” he asked and you shook your head no, afraid to even speak, “No and why would you? after all you’re used to no one watching you,” he paused for a moment before leaning in, resting his elbows on his knees, “No one appreciating you,”
His words sent shivers down your spine, “What do you want from me?”
“All I want,” he said slowly, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, “is you. your touch,” he said, his hand reaching out to slowly stroke up your arm. You tried to jerk away only to be met with the sounds of metal clinking at the mystery man’s chuckle, “your affection even. After all us bastards have to stick together,”
“Who are you?” you asked, your eyebrows knitting together as you wondered if you’d heard that voice before. He paused for a moment before his hand went to his hood, pulling the fabric off his head, “Ramsay?” you asked, your voice a whisper as you stared at him in shock.
“In the flesh,” he said, standing from his chair to sit on the edge of your bed, “What a pretty little thing you are. You know at first, I thought your beauty was impossible. Perhaps only so sightly from a distance but now,” he said, his fingers stroking your cheek making you flinch, “I realise the men around simply have no taste,”
You hated the way your skin grew hot. They were not sweet words. They were twisted and dark and tainted with his faint smirk but still they made it hard to look away from him. “Where am I?” you whispered.
“Somewhere no one can hurt you,” he whispered back, almost smiling you notice but not quite. Still his words made it hard not to laugh when the cold metal around your wrists brought you to reality. Ramsay leaned down, his warm breath fanning over your cold cheeks as he pushed the hair out of your face, “Don’t be afraid sweetheart,” he assured, voice dripping with tenderness, “I treat my pets very well,”
“I’m not a pet,” you tried to argue, to be defiant, not to fall for his tricks.
Ramsay’s eyes darkened, his hand grabbing a fistful of hair making you gasp, “Did I say you could speak?” he barked before his lips suddenly crashed onto yours. you gasped into the kiss which only allowed him to deepen it.
Your wrists tugged on the restraints, metal clanking as Ramsay removed his cloak, tossing it to the side without breaking his kiss. His fist tightened around your hair making you wince however once you felt yourself kissing back his grip released.
His lips left yours only to trail harsh marks and bites down your neck to the neckline of your dress. Without warning his hands took hold of the fabric, tearing it in two. You gasped, the cold air washing over your body making your nipples harden.
His hands took hold of your breasts, squeezing them as he moved to rest his legs over yours, his hard cock evident through his trousers. You gasped when he pinched your sensitive buds, rolling them between your fingers.
You mentally cursed the wetness growing in between your legs, your thighs instinctively clamping together. this however made Ramsay smirk, “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” he asked, a glimmer in his eye.
“No,” you said meekly but when his hand wrapped around your throat you found yourself stuttering for words.
“Never,” he cut your stammers off, speaking slow as if chastising a child, “lie to me again. I will always know,” he scolded, and you nodded quickly. You whimpered as you felt his hand trail up your thighs, “Open them,” Ramsay ordered and after a second and a telling look on his face you complied.
You shivered when you felt his finger run up your slit, “What a little liar,” Ramsay laughed, “Look how wet you are,” he mocked as his finger teased your hole making you whine, “and desperate too,” he said, his lips returning back to your neck as he slipped his fingers in. he curled them with precision and you hated the way your hip bucked and chills went up your spine as he moved his thumb over your clit.
His lips found your nipples, sucking them harshly before grazing them with his teeth making you gasp. Your arms tugged at your restraints, desperate to touch him or push him away you weren’t sure, but you could feel your cunt tightening around his fingers as your orgasm threatened to spill.
It didn’t take much more, another curl of his fingers and another bite to your sensitive bud and you felt your body tighten, your arms tugging on the restraints till the metal bruised your wrists as your peak washed over you. “Such a pretty little thing,” Ramsay cooed as he pulled himself away from you only to stroke his hand over your cheek once more before standing.
“Where are you going?” you asked, breathless as you gazed across the room at him, still bare from where he had torn your dress.
“I have other matters to attend to,” he said as he walked to a chest and unlocked it, “but I will be back, don’t you worry sweetheart,” he said as he threw a grin over his shoulder your way and suddenly self-consciousness began to wash over you as he pulled something out of the chest. He tossed the furs over your body as he walked to the side of the bed, undoing your wrist chains so now only your ankles kept you connected to the bed.
“What are you going to do with me?” you asked again, this time less fear in your voice but you were still nervous to meet his gaze as he cupped your cheek.
“Oh, I think you know sweetheart,” he grinned, that twinkle returning to his eyes, “Don’t worry, I won’t go far. Neither will you,”
Can I request a another Ramsey x Freader we’re the reader is a servant and hates Ramsey and the two of them don’t get along and verbally fight with each other until one day Ramsey comes up with a solution by letting her have a brief moment of control over him or so she thinks and then he suddenly turns the tables on her and takes all the control back ?
and as usual can there be smut? :)
Ramsay Bolton*Servant
Pairing: Ramsay x f!reader
Word count: 3531
Warnings: teasing, Ramsay being Ramsay, f!recieving oral, face sitting/riding, soft dom reader, hard dom ramsay, marking, p in v sex, nipple play, light choking think that’s everything angst smut 18+
Masterlist here
You hated him and who could blame you? Before the Boltons took Winterfell you had met Ramsay on a couple of occasions when his father would bring him. You were a mere baker’s daughter, and he was just a bastard. Ramsay was ignored by most of the true born children and even the starks bastard did not take kindly to his fellow snow. The few times he came to Winterfell he sulked off to the kitchens, swiping food off the counter resulting in you chasing him around the castle, demanding he give the bread back.
While you scawbled at times you never hated the boy. He was only a year older than you and there was even a point you wondered if he could be more than a friend however the last time you saw him you had got in a fight. He had lashed out at you and now you couldn’t even remember why. All you remembered was when you yelled back Roose Boltons hard hand came down across your cheek, accosting your father to train you better. That was the last time you saw Ramsay.
Or so you thought until his father strode in Winterfell on horseback with Lannister soldiers riding behind him. It had already hard enough being a servant under the Greyjoy’s especially since not long before Theon left with Robb you had harshly rejected his drunken advances. However, Rooses presence did not settle you any less than his sons.
When Ramsay finally arrived at Winterfell he barely glanced towards his new squad of servants unless to bully and berate them. Lordship did not suit him well you thought. You resented him and everything he stood for. How could someone who could barely hold a wooden stick last time you saw him be in charge of the house you had called home since before you were born?
While all your fellow servants were just trying to survive you had given up. There was no stark nor snow to protect you or loyalty for anyone anymore. You did your jobs when asked and left when told. Despite Ramsay never greeting you or even using your name he had selected you as one of his main four to tend to his chambers and needs.
“you missed a spot,” Ramsay drawled as you went to pick up the mop bucket to leave. He never even looked up from his book to say it.
“where?” You asked, your expression blank as the idea of dinner was the only one on your mind. Ramsay looked up from his book for only a moment with a surprised look on his face before he pointed to a spot beside the fireplace.
You rolled your eyes, quickly moving to the spot and dumping the mop down on it before bringing it back into the bucket you had to carry down all the stairs before you could even think of eating. “happy my lord?” You asked.
“it’s still wet,” Ramsay said as he sat his book down, a scowl marked on his face.
“the fire is hot my lord,”
“I know the fire is hot,”
“then you know it will dry,”
“I want it dry now,”
“then wait a few minutes,” you said, narrowing your eyes, “goodnight my lord. I shall see you in the morrow,” you said before stalking off to leave his chambers, not bother to mop the splashes from the bucket that spilt in your haste. Ramsay stared after you as the chamber door clunked shut, shaking his head lightly but there was a vague smile on his lips.
You wished this had been a onetime occurrence but as the days and weeks went by Ramsay made it his mission to point out any missed spot, lose thread, untucked sheet that he could find. The longer he continued the harsher your snap backs became.
As you finished drawing his bath your head snapped up at the sound of fabric hitting the ground. You turned to see Ramsay stripping out of his tunic and tossing it to just beside where his dirty sheets were waiting for you to collect. “what do you think you’re doing?” You asked, venom dripping off your tongue.
“getting ready to bathe?” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “unless you would rather assist me,” he said making you roll your eyes as you finished setting his bath.
“not even in your dreams,” you said as you stood up straight, hands on hips. “that’s not my job,”
“your job,” Ramsay said as he stripped off his under shirt, tossing it right at you. You didn’t even attempt to catch it, letting it fall into the hot water. “is whatever I say it is. Whether that be to change my sheets, undress me, or bathe me in that bath you just lovingly drew,” he said with his sweetest smile he could muster. “understood?”
While you were secretly enjoying the view of a shirtless, and surprisingly toned Ramsay, you wanted to punch that pretty face. You looked down at the ground for a moment, praying for strength not to drown this man as you walked out from behind the bath, slowly walking up to him. “if you dare take your breeches off while I am in this room,” you said as you noticed his fingers on his laces, “or try make me bathe you I will cut your cock off,” you said, less than a foot from the new lord, “and make you choke on it. Understood?” You spoke.
Ramsay let you both stew in the silence for a moment but when you saw his eyes glance down at your heavy chest you scoffed and strode off to his chamber door, “I take my leave my lord,”
“I did not dismiss you,” Ramsay called after you, loving the sight of you walking away as your hips swayed.
You ignored the washing you were supposed to collect and ripped open the chamber door, “I did not ask to be dismissed,” you scoffed before slamming the door behind you. Or as much as you could that is. Ramsay chuckled as the door closed. He had plans for you yet.
You were sat in the servants’ quarters eating your morning meal as you gossiped with one of your friends sara when Layla approached the table making your whisper hush, “his lordships sent for you,” Layla said as she dropped in the seat beside you with her own meal.
“no,” you groaned, flinging your head back, “I don’t do him in the mornings remember that’s you and Amy’s time,”
Layla rolled her eyes as she began eating her meal, “be that as it may I showed up and he practically told me to fuck off and fetch you. So, fetch,”
“I’m not a dog,” you said as you shoved the last of your food down before standing.
Sara smirked at you as she took your leftovers, “then don’t act like a bitch,” you hummed in annoyance at her, knowing if she didn’t have the best dirt in the castle you’d never speak to her again.
When you arrived at Ramsay’s chambers you opened the door without knocking, a hand still on the handle as you waited instruction, “what is it my lord?”
Ramsay was sitting in a chair by his window overlooking the courtyards. His eyes lazily turned to you as you noticed he’d yet to finish getting ready. If he was going to try make you shave his stubble you wondered if you’d slip and nick his throat, “not a morning person, are we?” He chuckled as he beckoned you to come in, “close the door love, I’m getting a chill,”
“don’t call me that,” you said as you shut the chamber door behind you.
“I can call you whatever I want,” Ramsay said as he stood from his chair, “and there’s nothing you can do about it. You hate that don’t you?” Ramsay smirked as he slowly began to cross the room, “that here I am, just some bastard son who now practically runs this place,”
“you’re not lord of Winterfell,” you scoffed at the Ramsay who still wore that cocky smirk. He hadn’t been so cocky before you remembered.
“yet,” Ramsay said, now only inches from you, “and here you are. Still just some servant girl- “
“im more than just a servant,”
“are you?” He asked, brushing your hair over your shoulder, leaning his head down to have his breath fan across your chest, “I could do anything I want to you right now and no one would even try stop me,”
“I would,” you said, standing as proud as you could as you glared at the man despite the weird lightness in your stomach. Gods what was wrong with you, you wondered. “you shouldn’t underestimate me,”
“underestimate you?” Ramsay laughed, finally stepping back and slowly pacing the room, “no, no love that’s where you’re wrong. I think you’re the bravest person in this castle. You’re the only one left with any fire,” he said, a spark tinkling in his eye.
“there is no fire in my blood. Only ice,” you said, watching as he slowly began circling you like a lion and his prey.
“they tell us northerners are stubborn,” Ramsay said, his eyes raking your body, “I wonder which one of us will win out,” he said before stopping behind you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, and you shrugged them off only for him to wrap them around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest as you tried to shove off his arms. His archery had done wonders for his muscles but that was not what you were supposed to be thinking of right now, “I have a proposition for you,”
“you said it yourself,” you said, groaning when you couldn’t shove his arms off, “I have no choice but to serve,”
Ramsay laughed, his chuckle vibrating against your spine, “normally I would agree but this time I will give you a choice. For once I will let you lead the charge, make the decisions,” he said, his nose nuzzling your ear, “in these chambers I will let you do whatever you want to me, to use me how you please,”
“you may not walk out here alive my lord,” you spat despite sudden ideas rushing to your head.
Ramsay chuckled again, wrapping his arms around you tighter, “there is a catch love,” he said, kissing behind your ear gently, “you cannot harm me. Cannot raise a weapon to me. Cannot kill me. But you can use me to satisfy any of your other needs,”
“please,” you scoffed, mocking offence to his suggestion, “you would be so lucky for me to use you,”
You gasped when Ramsay suddenly flipped you around, your chest now pressed into his and his hot breath fanning your face, his lips only an inch away, “don’t you want to feel in control for once? To order me around for once? Maybe this way you won’t be so defiant if you weren’t so tense,”
“you think fucking me will make me listen to you?” You spat your words at him, but Ramsay did not flinch at your venom as he held you close by your wrists, “who says I even want to sleep with you?”
Ramsay leant his head down closer, his lips brushing against yours, “now that I just don’t believe darling,” he said as if scolding a child, “it is wrong to lie to your lord,”
“no wronger for me to sleep with a man I have not wed,” you countered as Ramsay moved one of his hands to the small of your back, “besides I know you won’t listen to what I tell you to do,”
“I will,” he lied, “promise,” he never planned to keep it. You knew it, he knew it, the birds knew it, but that smirk on his face was making you had drunk on the idea.
“get on your knees,” you said, testing out his word. Ramsay dropped to his knees slowly, allowing his face to brush against your breasts before finally sinking to his knees, his hands resting on the backs of your knees.
“now what my lady?” He asked, kissing your knee over the fabric of your dress.
You paused for a moment; your breathing heavy as you considered your options. Ramsay’s hands slipped under your dress, slowly tracing up your calves to your lower thighs when you suddenly reached out, grabbing his hair by your hand. “I didn’t say touch me,” you said, stepping back from him slightly, “lay on the bed,”
“yes, my lady,” Ramsay said, standing as slowly as he had gone down this time his eyes glued to yours. Once he was finally stood, he lingered a moment his lips brushing yours before he turned away and stalked off to the bed. He fell into the middle of it, raising his torso up as he leaned on his elbows to look at you, “now what?”
“take off your breeches,” you said as you slowly approached the bed, leaning against the poster post to watch as he rid himself of fabric, “you listen better than I expected,” you said, a slight smirk on your lips.
“I can be good,” Ramsay said, laying back down after he tossed his last layer away leaving him bare in front of you, “when I want to,” he finished as he looked at you. You took a moment of silence to scan his frame. His stomach was toned, the ghost of abs pocking through. His arms even not flex you could tell were strong. Your eyes grazed down his body, landing on the sight of his cock. It was already hard, waiting for instruction, and red at the tip as if it was waiting for you.
You moved to sit on the edge of the bed, running your hand gently down his chest to his abs, down to his pelvis and finally trailing a finger up his manhood. You smiled when you saw him shudder at your touch. You took his cock in your hand, pumping it painfully slowly as you moved to kneel above his legs. Ramsay groaned when your hand fell away but his eyes lit up as he watched you slowly unlace your dress, discarding your own clothing one piece slowly at a time. He couldn’t rush you, not yet at least.
“anything I say?” You asked, leaning down till you could place a soft kiss to his chest.
Ramsay took the moment to appreciate the view of your ass before answering, “anything you say,”
You leant up, placing your hand on his chest as you moved up his body. For a moment Ramsay’s cock twitched, thinking in its excitement he would already receive your cunt, but he was not disappointed when you continued up his body till your already wet cunt was hovering his face. “You gonna be good for me?” You asked, reaching down to stroke his hair.
“yes, my lady,” Ramsay said, the warmth of his breath on your cunt making you shiver, “let me be good,” he said as his hands moved to gently hold your thighs, lowering you closer to his face.
Your hands took a hold of the headboard, lowering your body down the final inch till you felt Ramsay’s tongue gently lick up your folds. Ramsay held your thighs tightly, his fingers digging into flesh, as his tongue began to lap up your juices making you moan above him which only seemed to spear him on. You gasped when you felt his nose begin to nuzzle your clit.
You allowed yourself to be free as Ramsay’s tongue worked its wonders like a hungry dog. Your moans fell freely as you felt your body begin to tighten. Your hands reached up to play with your nipples over your shift, already being heard from the cold air. You could feel Ramsay’s smirk, his chuckle vibrating up your core as your body began to tense but you did not care as the pleasure bubbled and you began to ride his face, his nose perfectly rubbing your clit. You felt your legs turn to water as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue but did your best to remain steady as you dismounted him, moving back down to kneel over him just below his cock.
“someone looks happy,” Ramsay smirked as you caught your breath.
“shut up,” you snapped, taking his cock suddenly in your hand. Even Ramsay did not wish to test you when you held something so dear to him, “or you won’t like the outcome,” you said, slowly pumping his cock.
You shifted your body up, your cunt now above his cock. You slowly rubbed his tip up and down your folds making Ramsay groan, “be patient,” you are scolding with a smirk, “after all this was your idea,” you said, slowly sinking down onto his tip making Ramsay’s eyes screw shut in pleasure, “look at you,” you smirked down at him, “so desperate for me. Bet this is all you’ve been thinking of,” you said as you finally sunk all the way down, his cock now stretching you out to the fullest.
You placed your arms on his chest to steady yourself as you slowly began to grind your hips. Ramsay’s hips began to buck, desperate to speed the pace. You just tutted as your hand moved to hold his hip down, “nuh uh,” you scolded as you began to get lost in the pleasure as your own movements sped up but still not to his liking.
Ramsay growled and before you could stop him, he had grabbed your wrists, flipping you onto your back with your wrists pinned above your head with one hand, his cock still sheathed inside. Your eyes were wide as you stared up at him at a loss for words, “c’mon love,” Ramsay said as he slowly began to pull out, “you couldn’t possibly think you’re in charge,” he said before suddenly thrusting back in making you gasp, “how could you expect me to resist this,” he said, his deep slow thrusts continuing, knocking the wind out of you each time.
“such a pretty girl,” he said as he thrust in again, enjoying watching how your tits bounced, “shame you’ve got such a filthy mouth,” Ramsay said as he grabbed your jaw, sticking his thumb in your mouth to keep it open, “I think I need to teach you a lesson you see,” Ramsay said as his thrusts began to increase, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust, “that im the one in charge. Who’s in charge?” He asked, his lips moving to suck harsh hickeys onto your neck, moving his thumb to allow you to speak.
“you are,” you said but it came out as more of a moan. You hated him, you knew you did, you knew this was wrong, but gods how can something so wrong feel so good? “you are my lord,” you said as you wrapped your legs around his hips, allowing him to go deeper and making Ramsay groan and curse under his breath.
Ramsay let go of your jaw but only to hold your throat, squeezing the sides gently at first as you began to go lightheaded from a mixture of pleasure and pain as he left bites along your collarbone. This new position also allowed his pelvis to rub against your clit which only made your cunt tighten around his cock even more. “this is what happens when you talk back,” Ramsay grunted, his hand moving from your throat to squeeze at your breasts, pinching your nipples harshly.
“then I shall talk back more often,” you said but it was mixed with gasps and moans. You moaned even louder when your words seemed to speed up Ramsay’s pace. You couldn’t stop yourself from enjoying it even less so when you felt your body tightening, another wave of pleasure rushing over you, but Ramsay was not done yet.
You felt your body twitching, your legs staring to slip from his waist as you came down from your high, “not yet,” Ramsay grunted, shoving your legs back around his waist, “im not done with you yet,” he groaned, his head falling into the crook of your neck while his hand slipped between your body to rub sloppy circles on your sensitive clit.
You could feel Ramsay’s cock twitching inside you, but he was determined for one more show out of you and it was not hard for him to get it as he bit down on your skin one last time. Your moan was louder than all the rest as you came for the third time and finally Ramsay could no longer control himself as he grabbed the headboard to steady himself before fucking you full of his seed.
Ramsay was panting as he fell in bed beside you, both of you staring at the ceiling in silence as you caught your breath. You did not know where to go from here, but you knew one thing; you were defiantly a morning person now.
Hey, so I really enjoyed the Ramsey x servant reader and was wondering if you could do a part 2 ? :)
Ramsay Bolton*Bath
Pairing: Ramsay Bolton x f!servant!reader
Word count: 1277
Warnings: teasing, power imbalance technically, dom ramsay, bath sex, grinding, nipple play, biting, hickies, marking, use of a knife but not featured, orgasm, smut 18+
Part two of How Far Would You Go but can be read alone
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“You can go,” Ramsay said, flicking his hand for you to leave after you had finished drawing his bath.
“No,” you said simply, moving instead to sit on his plush armchair in front of the roaring firing. A few weeks ago, the idea of telling your lord no would have seemed far riskier but this was just the game. Yes, the game you and Ramsay Bolton had been playing for the past few weeks. Sometimes you listened to him, fetched his water and shined his boots. Other times turned into a cat and mouse game.
“That was an order,” Ramsay said, turning on his heels with a lifted eyebrow.
You noticed his gaze from the corner of your eye but made no move to turn, “That’s a shame,” you said, letting yourself enjoy the heat from the flames, “Oh well you’ll just have to make do,”
Ramsay was silent, walking over to you till he stood directly in front of you. this had scared you before but now you knew it was all an act. Even the way he roughly grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up to face him, it was all an act. “I am your lord,” he said cooly.
“And you’re blocking my view,” you added calmly, moving your head back to sink back into the soft fabric, “My lord,” you added with a sweet smile. “Feel free to bathe my lord. It may ease your mind,”
Ramsay’s eyes were locked on yours but after a few seconds of no hesitation in your eyes he walked away silently. You did your best to keep your eyes on the flames, occasionally stealing a glance of Ramsay as he slowly began to shed his layers. You almost laughed at the way he deliberately threw his clothing all around the room, knowing it would make your job just a tad harder.
You heard the sound of bath water splashing, hitting the floor gently as Ramsay sighed. You glanced over to see him in the steamy water, eyes closed as his shoulders began to relax. A few moments of comfortable silenced past before you decided to stand.
Ramsay only allowed his eyes to look at you briefly as you moved to sit behind his bath on a chair you’d taken from his desk. As you sat you noticed the only thing, he had left on the table beside his bath was a glass of wine and a single dagger. His eyes had fluttered closed by the time he felt your hands slip over his shoulders. You leaned forward, placing a soft lingering kiss to his temple as you began to rub his tense shoulders.
You could tell from his soft groans he was enjoying this meanwhile this gave you the perfect view of his toned arms and shoulders that your nails had dug into on so many nights. “You are a terrible servant,” Ramsay groaned as you worked out a knot in his shoulder.
“I know,” you smirked, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “But we both know you like it this way,”
Before you could come up with a witty remark or another tease Ramsay’s head had snapped to the side, his lips crashing onto yours while his hand went to hold the back of your head. You gasped into the kiss, feeling water splash you as Ramsay’s tongue slipped in at the first opportunity. The kiss was messy, but gods did it feel so good. So good you didn’t notice how his arms shifted till you gasped as your body got pulled into the water.
You only wore a light dress, part of the reason you’d been so inclined to stay by the fire, so when your body submerged into the water the fabric clung to your curves like a second skin. “What are you doing!” you half shrieked but Ramsay’s hands were already on your waist pulling you to straddle his lap in the tub.
“we both know you like it,” Ramsay smirked as he mimicked your words. His strong hands pulled you in, pressing your chest against his bare one as your lips met again. He let his hands wander from your waist till they reached your neckline.
Fabric tearing rang through the room and you gasped as you looked down at your now exposed chest. Before you could chastise your lord, his lips were already sucking on your nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud making you moan. his hand found your free breast, squeezing it harshly before he began his assault on the other perked bud.
Your hips began to buck, grinding into Ramsay’s lap as you noticed his hard cock beneath you. moans and splashing water were the only sounds in the room as you gripped onto Ramsay’s hair, tugging at the strands making him groan. The vibrations shot up your body sending chills down your spine. You could feel yourself growing wetter as you rubbed yourself against his cock, your clit rubbing against it perfectly.
Your hands tried to pull the skirts of your dress, but the fabric clung to your skin. Before you could even as Ramsay’s hand dropped your breast and instead grabbed the dagger. You gasped when you felt the tip of the blade graze your skin as he cut the dress from your figure, tossing it out of the bath. “You ruined my dress,” you gasped, looking at the sopping mess on the floor.
“Good,” Ramsay smirked, tossing the dagger to the floor with a loud clatter. His hands found your ass, pulling you back into his lap properly, “You’re much better without it anyhow,” he muttered as his lips began sucking dark marks into your neck.
His hands grabbed your hips tight, pulling them to made you grind down on his length which you soon took over allowing his attention to move from your ass to your nipples. You gasped as he pinched the buds, moaning as he began to roll them between his fingers.
“Such a good little whore,” Ramsay cooed against your skin.
“’M not a whore,” you tried to say but it came out as more of a moan.
Ramsay tutted, kissing the hollow of your throat, “Those pretty noises say differently sweetheart,” he teased, kissing up your neck till he landed back on your lips.
You whined into the kiss as you felt a burning feeling spread in your belly, your hips faltering as you tried to keep a good pace. One of his hands moved to your hip, gripping it tightly as he helped you keep the momentum going. His lips trailed kisses back down your jaw, to your neck, leaving a few scattered bites over your skin till he finally took your nipple in his mouth again.
you could already feel your orgasm approaching when Ramsay bit your nipple gently, sending shock waves down your spine as you felt your peak arrive. Your fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, drawing slight blood as your nails sank into his flesh. It only made Ramsay more determined to keep you as he watched you fall apart on top of him. “Look at you,” he said, pushing the hair from your face as you started to come down from your high, “Such a mess already and I’ve barely even started with you,”
you were panting, eyes glazed as you glanced to the floor. Your eyes widened at the mess surrounding the bath, “I am not cleaning this,” you stated firmly, eyes finally moving back to meet his.
His eyes had grown dark, a twinkle in the back of his gaze, “Oh no dear. I have far more important tasks for you tonight,”
You sat next to him at the dinner table. His hand petted your knee. The slightest touch of his fingers made your hairs raise. Roose spoke to his colleagues and Ramsay, your older brother, about Stannis’ advancements. You paid no mind. Your father wouldn’t let Stannis Baratheon take your home from you.
