#ramsay smut

[nastygot]

#114

[aeralux]

hiii i saw that u write for game of thrones :-p would you be willing to write a noncon fic on ramsay? for the spirit of kinktober i would suggest watersports, emetophilia and bloodplay lmaooooo😭 i actually have three fics of him in the drafts w these kinks but i cannot be the only one writing him he need more attention!!!

You're so real cause once I saw an edit of him, I was sold 😩

If literally insane and a horrible person, why sexy?

But I can't with emetophilia and bloodplay cause I HAVE A PHOBIA OF BOTH OF THEM. I literally passed out while on a date in the cinema cause the main character got beaten up...

[ramsayxme]

I'll Make You A Lady

"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."

[kee-writestrashh]

It’s a Beautiful Thing

Ramsay Bolton x Reader

ao3

words: 2285

warnings: smut, drugs, alcohol, blood, whipping, choking

summary:  Shameless modern!ramsay one shot. I don't make the rules. (Based very loosely off a master/pet anon prompt request )

There were many women that came and went. But you were his favorite. From the moment he had laid eyes on you, you belonged to him. Only him. Where he would share his 'leftovers' with the Boys, you were never an item on that menu. Only he got to use you. The collar around your neck said so.

Ramsay Bolton was disgusting and horrendous. And he was your god. He gave you everything, and all you had to do was keep him happy. It was easy really. You enjoyed his sexual desires. The leather whip on your ass. The way he grabbed your hair. The way he watched you fuck another women he had brought into bed for you both to share.

You would be lying if you said you weren't just as disgusting and horrendous as your master. Because you were. To keep yourself alive. Ramsay was unforgiving, as you learned quickly. To make up for it, he bought you things. Gave you baths himself. Tended to any broken skin he left on you.

You were the bastard's bitch. And you loved every second of it.

It was an ordinary night. Ramsay had come home, covered in blood, as usual. And damn did it look good. You half rose from the couch but he had held up a hand to stop you. You were always supposed to be sitting on the couch, waiting for him. You had no life unless he gave you that life. Yesterday he had been angry, and you were the one punished for it. He took away all your 'privileges', leaving you with nothing to do but sit around all day and wait for him.

One of your friends said it was not normal. The abuse and manipulation. But, you were safe. Mostly. That's what you told yourself anyway.

"Does my daddy need something?" You purred, holding out your hands to him.

He fixed you with a long look before taking to your invite. You could smell the blood on him as he came to a halt at the edge of the couch. You nuzzled the side of your face against his hip, arms wrapping around his thighs.

He brought a hand to cup the other side of your face as he stroked your hair gently with his other hand. You chanced a glance up, seeing him gaze down at you, a dark shadow behind those pale eyes. "I had a bad day, kitten." He sighed.

"Does daddy wanna talk about it? It surely can't have been all bad, you're all covered in blood." You hummed, looking up at him innocently.

"Go put on that new dress. And then bring me your collar. Be a good girl for daddy, mkay?" He said almost dismissively, pulling away from you.

You gave him a small, almost grateful smile. It only meant good things for you when he told you to put on a new dress. This one was hardly a dress at all. If anyone dared look to hard they would be able to see all of you. Ramsay liked these dresses best. He liked to parade you around in front of his friends. And it made you feel incredibly sexy.

You changed slowly, taking time at examining yourself in the mirror. Fading bruises and fresh ones adorning your skin. Many of them a result from bite marks. He could be an animal when it suited him. You picked up the leather collar from the dresser and left the room.

It wasn't hard to find Ramsay. The noise from the basement was enough. You slowly walked down the steps, the smell of alcohol,  cigarette smoke, and marijuana smoke hitting you full force. There was laughing and shouting. The Boys must have shown up while you were changing.

You stood at Ramsay's side, waiting on him to take notice of you as he finished telling his story, a mid gales of laughter around the room. The table littered with beer bottles, liquor bottles, cigarettes, marijuana paraphernalia, as well as a white powdery substance you knew to be cocaine. Ramsay made you lick it up, a lot.

You stared at the small baggie on his other side for a few moments before Ramsay caught you attention by taking the collar from your hands. You snapped your eyes to him as he stood up. He pulled you closer to him, pressing his body flush to your back.

"Do you want some?" He purred against your ear as he fastened the collar.

"If it would please my master." You said slowly. Once the collar was on, you were only allowed to call him master.

"If you're a good little pet, I will let you have some." He whispered, running the tip of his tongue along your ear, making you shiver.

He sat down, pulling you into his lap. You gave a glance around the table. Alyn already fucking a group favorite. You weren't sure where she came from or who she usually came with, but your fingers had been in her cunt many times. You liked the way she kissed you. You licked your lips slightly, watching her backside as she ground her body against Alyn's lap.

Ramsay raised his brows at you, following your eyes. "Thirsty, bitch?" He half growled, fingers digging into your thigh.

"Yes." You replied automatically, knowing better than to lie to him by now.

His grip loosened slightly as he grabbed the nearest bottle of alcohol and handed it to you.

That was all your sober mind remembered.

It felt like hours since then. The mess on the table grew. More alcohol. More drugs. Guns. Money. Cards. Knives. You were pretty sure there had been a finger with a large gold ring at one point.

"Take it." Ramsay hissed at you, forcing the joint upon you again.

Your fuzzy mind and heavy hand took the item and you took a deep hit, passing it off to whoever was still sitting beside you.

Ramsay grabbed your face in his hand, forcing your head to the side and mashing his lips to yours. Ducking the smoke from your mouth. Like a demon devouring a soul.

His lips on yours made you needy. Grinding your ass into his lap. You had been horny for awhile now. The alcohol and marijuana did little to stem the buildup of sticky wetness between your legs as Ramsay would trail his fingers against the hem of your dress and place light bites against your neck as he listened to the others talk or examined his hand of cards idly.

You gave a small whimper when he pulled his lips away from yours. He narrowed his eyes and exhaled the remaining smoke from his nose on a harsh exhale.

Without warning, you found your ass on the edge of the table before you, Ramsay getting on his knees and forcing your legs apart as wide as he could. Your instability making you lean further back, catching your weight with your arms, planting your hands on the table behind you. A deep moan leaving you as you felt his tongue grace your slit, toying at your throbbing clit.

You closed your eyes hard, forgetting that anyone else was here. That you were on the table, legs spread wide, before everyone. Your mind moving in and out of focus as you felt your dress being pulled from you. Lips on yours. A dick against your lips. Down your throat. A mouth toying with your nipples. Your soaking pussy having a hard, foreign object shoved into it. Making your back arch. It seemed to go forever. How good everything felt.

Opening your eyes to find Ramsay standing to the side of the table, slowly preparing a line of coke on a small tray as he let his friends fuck you and touch you. Your mind too hazy to care. All that mattered was the way your body felt. Letting your body be used, finding the woman on top of you next.

Her tongue lightly tracing your lips before she shoved it in your mouth. You closed your eyes again, letting her explore your mouth and steal your breath as she moaned against your mouth. Realizing someone was fucking her from behind, almost jealous that no one was fucking you.

When suddenly, everything stopped and you were pulled up to sitting. Your eyes opening again to find Ramsay and his tray between your legs. He held the tray up to your face.

"Lick it up, kitten. Be a good girl. All of it." He cooed.

Slowly you placed your tongue to the cold, metal tray. The bitter taste of the powder touching your tongue almost at once.

"That's my good girl. Were my boys good to you?" He said, stroking your cheek and passing the tray off to the first set of hands he found.

"Yes, master." You panted, feeling a rush through your body.

"Good. Good." He hummed, slowly undoing his belt and sliding it from his pants.

Eyes heavy, you watched him. You knew where that belt was going. Sure enough he motioned for you to slide off the table and turn around.

With a stumble you did as requested. Your ass exposed to him. Feeling his fingertips run lightly across your skin before the leather strap came down hard, without warning.

You yelped at the pain, shifting your body.

"No." Ramsay tutted, shaking his head. "Hold her."

You couldn't move, only cry out as your ass became raw and tender. He would surely break the skin completely soon.

But he had stopped. The tip of his warm tongue running against the welts he had left on your skin. Light nips, followed by harsh bites to the most tender areas. Your whole body shaking uncontrollably as all the extra weight left your body.

"Very good girl." He praised, grabbing your hips and pulling you away from the table. Without the support of the table you fell to your knees. "Even better." He chuckled darkly, walking around to your front and shoving the table out of his way.

He quickly undid he pants and pushed them down. "Open up. It's my turn, you nasty slut."

You hardly had your mouth open when you found him shoving his dick in your mouth and grabbing your hair. Forcing you up and down on him as you struggled to breathe and kept gagging unwilling. The choking making tiny black lights flash before your eyes. On the verge of passing out.

He only laughed at your struggle and the color rising in your cheeks. Finally, he pulled away from you, allowing you to gasp for air like a diver coming to the surface of the water for air. Deep, cold lung fulls.

Ramsay released your hair and pushed you backward by the shoulder. Too intoxicated to register the movement, too late to catch yourself, you fell back onto the hard floor. Feeling your head hit the ground, but there was no immediate pain.

And nothing mattered anymore now that his body was pressed flush to yours. Shoving himself inside of you. Every thrust forceful and unrelenting. Harsh pants and grunts leaving him every time he jarred his body into yours.

Your hands finding his back and digging your nails into his skin, trying to pull him closer. Wanting him to break you, as he fucked almost screams from you.

"Who do you belong to?" He growled, his thrusting and shoving becoming more erratic and spontaneous.

"You master!" You whined, feeling as though you couldn't catch your breath again. All you could do was moan and whine under his dominance. Your nails clawing as hard as you could. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, face screwing up into pleasure as those tight coils sound tighter by the second, ready to snap at any moment.

He dropped his head, panting harshly at your ear. Teeth sinking into the skin of your neck. The sensation sent you over the edge as you felt your orgasm hit you like a blow to the gut. A sharp gasp and a shaky cry, arching your body further into him.

A rare, guttural moan leaving him as he felt your high hit him. Your walls clinging and pulsing against him as he ploughed into you over and over again. Every muscle in his body taught. Every breath he drew hitching. Until finally he reached his high. Another loud moan rumbling his chest as he pushed all his weight into you. Feeling his throbbing dick pump you full of his thick, hot cum.

You both laid motionless for many long minutes before he pulled away from you completely. He scooped you up and carried you to the empty couch, laying with you and pulling you close to him.

You cuddled into his warm skin as he wrapped his arm around you. Melting into his protection, feeling his heart hammer in his rib cage against your cheek. Your own heart still trying to remember how to beat normally.

Shifting to adjust his arm under your head, he played with strands of your hair between his fingers as his other hand rubbed up and down your back. He placed light kisses to your forehead until you shifted your head and brought your lips to his.

Gentle kisses. A rare treat for you. He even let you nuzzle closer into him. "You were such a good little pet. I enjoyed watching them take their turns with my baby girl. You look like a goddess when you get fucked. Made me ruin my pants. Did you like it?" He whispered.

Eyes closed lightly, you let a small smile from, "if my master wants me to like it."

[nastygot]

#326

[nastygot]

#23

[nastygot]

#112

[kee-writestrashh]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 63/? Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Ramsay Bolton/Reader, More to be added - Relationship Characters: Ramsay Bolton, Ramsay Bolton’s Dogs, Theon Greyjoy, Robb Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark, Damon Dance-for-Me, Yellow Dick (ASoIaF), Sour Alyn (ASoIaF), Ben Bones, Joffrey Baratheon, Margaery Tyrell, Jon Snow, Roose Bolton, Fat Walda Frey, Cersei Lannister, Tywin Lannister, Petyr Baelish, Walder Frey, Ned Stark, Loras Tyrell, Stannis Baratheon, Renly Baratheon, Robert Baratheon (mentioned), Domeric Bolton (mentioned), Original Characters, Olyvar (Game of Thrones), Tyene Sand, Sand Snakes (ASoIaF), more to be added Additional Tags: Ramsay is his own warning, Kink, Smut, Shameless Smut, Light BDSM, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, mafia, Organized Crime, Violence, Torture, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Kissing, Anal Sex, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, What Have I Done, This is the bad, Drug Use, Recreational Drug Use, Drugs, Obsession, Alcohol, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Reader-Insert, This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things, maybe I’ll add more tags later Summary:

You are the wife to the Heir of the Red Kings, Ramsay Bolton. living the undercover life of a mob wife has its perks, and you love your husband. But you find out something that seems to unfold a series of unwanted events…

Enjoy. ;)

Ramsay Bolton; 27; alcoholic; ex fighter; accounting degree; mafia boss

No expense is too much

Calls her his baby girl

Delightfully sassy

Dominate but likes when she takes charge

Has a thing for old muscle cars

Takes his dogs out to run every morning

Graduated college with honors

Been diagnosed with every PD in Cluster B

Goes out of his way for her

Works at a bank because he enjoys making people beg for loans

Jack Daniels

Marlboro menthols

Best poker hustler

Clean freak

Owns a garage

Has a thing for Star Wars; mostly Sith Lords

Heir to the largest weapons manufacturing business in the world

Hated his older brother, he thinks?

Obsessed with her

She is his god

Tattoos

‘Bloodbath Psycho’

Used to box in his younger days, went by the name Mad Dog

Has a weak spot for her and only her

Wrap sheet longer than Santa’s nice/naughty list

Picks off victims at bars

Rude as shit

Jokes too much

Has a weakness for gummy candy

Hates fudge, even the word makes him throw up a bit in his mouth

Fucking genius with numbers

Favorite days are heist days

Makes the BEST breakfast foods

Wears a Kylo Ren helmet to commit crimes

Has a very awkward relationship with his father

Excited to be a father; but don’t tell anyone that

Loves when she calls him Daddy

Sex god

Nail biter

Has a bucket list of places to fuck her

Always makes sure she orgasms

Jealous (again, tell no one)

Enjoys watching her struggle

Buys (or steals) presents for her all the time

Metal head

Charming

Not sure if serious or…?

Multimillionaire 

Knows everything about her

Needs her, but won’t ever openly admit it

Enjoys singing in the shower

Sometimes comes home without shoes on

will decimate you at beer pong

sometimes ya just need a joint

can’t keep his hands to himself