#Yandere Ramsay bolton x reader

[sugarprincessbitch]

Could I request yandere Ramsay x Theon’s sister who got captured with him?

WARNING: Mention of death, rape and physical abuse.

The night Ned Stark came for Theon to Pyke you were merely a baby suckling from your mother breast, and as you grew up you only heard stories of Theon that your mother told you about when pronouncing his name was not followed by a slap.

Due to being born far later than any of your siblings and in the last stages of fertility that was left in your mother womb, she didn’t let you out of her sight. Having lost two sons in war and another far away from home you were the miracle that the drown god granted her, to redeem herself from failing to protect her children.

Growing up secluded in an island with only your mother for company affected your relationship with your other family members (if you can form a relationship with THAT kind of family) and they were not very welcoming either. The only one treating you like a human being and not a breading cattle was your sister Ahsa, but the two of you didn’t have a lot in common being rather soft for her taste.

The first time that you went out of your reclusion was when your father called for all his brothers and remaining children back to the main island. The lost son was back to home, and he couldn’t come at a more opportune moment when your house was a mess because of the succession fight for your father’s throne.

The feast was a disaster, you were uncomfortable with the gross and brutish behavior of everyone as well as the rather awkward interactions with your uncle Euron, his interest were caught more at your breasts than your face when the two of you were talking. 

You wanted to talk with Theon, that was the main reason you decided to come, maybe the two of you will bond with feeling like strangers in their own family. Instead he seemed to not recognize you, ignoring you the rest of the night.

In the following days you will only catch glimpses of your brother in the castle, he was preparing to go away again to attack the coasts in the north, you were rather sad to not have even interact in any form with the brother you never met. Yet when days later your father summon you and your siblings to the main hall, the least you would have expected was your father commanding you to accompany your brother Theon in the plan of the North attack, Asha tried in a futile attempt to convince your father otherwise, you were not a prodigy in the art of fighting, less being in a looting.

You were supposed to only seize with Torrhen Citadel and wait for your sister and the rest of the men to come to help you except Theon had other plans in mind, turning course straight to the place where he was home for much of his youth, Winterfell.

In the short time you were in the presence of your brother you came to the realization that he was a rather ambitious man, a little reckless too. He didn’t plan for the future, therefore gettin' you and the rest of you in horrible fate, when he confided in a stranger, opening Winterfell to him and his army of mad men.

Ramsay, that was the strangers name, one who he made sure you learned well given the case that it was branded on your body with iron and fire as one would do with cattle.

Every night he would tie your hands and feet to the bed frame, ravaging you until your body became sore from the friction, making you bleed.

When morning came he would leave your share chambers, not without giving you chaste kisses along the expanse of your skin and murmuring empty apologies in a mocking tone.

During the day you will be prostrate to bed being too weakened to get up, nonetheless of your physical state Ramsay forbid you to went out, locking the door with key. 

The only human interaction that you would have was with the maids (if they will talk at all, being too scared of the consequences of their master fury) and the maester to tend your wounds, Ramsay was known to play rough with his toys, even the most precious ones. 

Only one time he let you out, it was during the first days of your imprisonment when you still resisted his advances.

He took you to the dungeons, a horrible place full of death and suffering. You entered to the most dirtiest and dark cell of the place, there you saw Theon or what was left of him, horrified by the deplorable state your brother was in you stumble against Ramsay’s chest and in a low macabre voice he said “If you continue to disobey me darling… you will end up in here along with the scum of your brother”.  That was the last time you rebel against him.

Days became weeks, every passing day you were losing hope for anyone rescuing you from the claws of Ramsay, except one morning when the commotion outside of your window startled you from slumber.

Dragging your body as fast as posible to the window you saw Ramsay men fighting with the Iron Island people, your people. Hope sparkle rapidly on your chest, burning you so brightly that it brought you into tears. 

Without notice someone kick your door open, startling you out of your emotions, it was the face of your sister covered in blood. Before she uttered a word, an arrow pierce the back of her head making her stumble and collapse to the ground making a snapping sound. A sharp cry came from your moth, your face contorted in terror at the scene in front of you and the wicked grin the executioner was making, that Ramsay was making.

His father came back in time Asha and her men were attacking the fortress, outnumbering them by vast majority.

From there everything became worse, your torture reach a far atrocious fate, being bound forever to your executioner by the prospect of a dreadful marriage. 

Until one of you gave your last breath, your soul and body will never be in peace on this earthly plane.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Mine Till Death

Pairing: Dark Ramsay Bolton x (female) Reader

SUMMARY: Ramsay won’t just stand and watch as you get promised to another. 

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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WARNINGS: Kidnapping; Implied future Forced Marriage.

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Your whimpers are drowned by the cloth stuffed on your mouth, the material so deeply shoved into your mouth that it was suffocating you.

“Such a delicate skin, indeed. How smooth.”

Ramsay purrs, eyes glinting with malicious intent as he drags the knife across your skin, the sharp edge pressed just hard enough to make you panic.

The strap of your gown easily falls, cut by the blade. The dress falls down a bit, dangerously exposing the curves of your left breast.

“Aren’t you a beauty? No wonder everyone gets so smitten by you.” his fingers trace down the skin and you squirm against the ropes as he cups your tit, giving it a hard squeeze.

He smiles, looking at you.

“You’ll make a beautiful wife, I can feel it.” your eyes widen with shock, making his grin wider.

“Ah yes, didn’t I inform you about the wedding? How sloppy of my part, I apologize.” the corner of his lips twitches and he inches closer, until his tongue meets your cheek.

He licks a long stride of your skin, humming with delight as you wince, disgust filling you upon his actions.

“Sadly, your family won’t be present at the ceremony, I’m afraid. Not after their pathetic attempt of marrying you off to some pigheaded lord.” he says, a hint of anger behind his jovial tone.

His hand clamps around the knife and you halt your breathing, fearing that for a moment he would drive the blade inside you.

For your relief, after a tense moment he walks away from you, throwing the knife to the floor with a loud smash.The amusement vanishes from his face, replaced with blazing fury that twists his features into an ugly scowl.

“No, your father won’t even live to see you marry, I’ll personally make sure of that.” he spits, “He was a foolish man for thinking he could save you from me.

"No one can. You’re mine. The only way you can get away from me is over my dead body.”

Ramsay gives you a disturbing smile, one that freezes your heart.

“And yours.”

[yandere-toons]

Ramsay: Thank you for saving my life

Sorcerer reader: I'm literally and eldritch being

RAMSAY:

HOUSE LANNISTER:

OBERYN MARTELL:

SAMWELL TARLY (+ JON):

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere Ramsay Bolton Would Include:

Dating him as a yandere is… interesting. He is utterly devoted to you and obsessed with you, and he will not hesitate to hurt anyone who comes between you. His feelings for you are not just love, but an immense hunger, a hunger that will never be sated. You are his world, his obsession. He will do anything to protect and possess you, to keep you all to himself.

Dating him would be an experience like none other. Every moment with him would be a whirlwind of emotions, ranging from blissful happiness to intense obsession. You would constantly be torn between elation at his attentions and sheer terror at his harsh possessiveness. You would never have a dull moment, as his wild temperament would keep you on your toes at all times. Whether he's lavishing you with love and affection or flying into a fit of rage, you will never be bored.

Let me tell you, I am here to deliver. His possessive feelings for you run deep. He is not only jealous of other men in your life, he is also jealous of other women. He will not tolerate anyone intruding on his territory, whether they're male or female. Any time you talk to someone other than him, he will get possessive and jealous, and he will do anything to shut that person out of your life.

He will be very clingy, and he will not hesitate to be controlling and possessive of you. You will spend a lot of time together, whether you like it or not. And just in case you had any doubts about it, his feelings for you will never die down; his obsessive love will only grow stronger. Be prepared to have him in your life for a very long time… And I mean a very long time.

He can be very affectionate. He'll be all over you, showering you with kisses, cuddles, and hugs. He might even take things a little further, if you know what I mean. His love seems unconditional and boundless, but he also needs to make it clear to anyone who might think about interfering that you are his, and his alone.

He is not gentle, that's for sure. He likes to 'play' rough, and he's not afraid to use physical force if necessary. If you make him mad, or if he feels like you're not giving and doing enough, you better watch out because he might just get a little rough with you. But don't worry, he'll promise he won't hurt you too much. He can be very rough. And he doesn't like to play nice; He likes to be dominating and in control. He'll take what he wants when he wants it, and he will not hesitate to use force if necessary. So be prepared for some rough handling.

His obsessive love will surely bring some rewards. When he'll say that you are his world. He will do almost anything to make you happy. He will shower you with compliments and gifts, and he will make sure you always feel special. If you want something, he will do everything in his power to get it for you. And don't worry, whenever he gets jealous, he'll give you extra love and affection, just to make sure you know that you're never leaving.

There are definitely some punishments in store for you as well, this man is possessive, jealous and sadistic after all. Whenever you don't obey him, or you upset him, it's bound to happen. If you're not careful, he'll get angry and snap, and when that happens all bets are off. You may face some unpleasant consequences. As he could do something as "mild" as ignoring you for days or giving you the silent treatment, but if you're 'extra special' He'll indulge in something more extreme. He could punish you physically, break you mentally, he could humiliate you in front of others, or he could isolate you from the world as punishment.

You're in for a treat. You and him will spend a lot of time together, just the two of you. You'll have romantic dinners and picnic dates, go on lovely walks, and you'll make sure to have lots of fun together. But that's not all, he'll also surprise you with gifts or trips. And of course, you're going to have lots of alone time too, and your private dates may be… a little bit more intimate.

It's a tricky one. If you willingly agreed to marry him, he would never force you. But if you resisted for some reason, there might be a slight chance he might be a little 'persuasive'. But don't worry, dear, don't worry, that won't happen. I'm sure you're a sensible person, and you'll understand that his love is only a reflection of how much he cares for you. After all, he can't have you belonging to anyone else.

Oh, he wants children. The little things running around, the pesty things that he'll have to worry about every day for the rest of his life. The ones that will scream and cry until he hates them and wish they weren't even born, right? They are little beings who deserve a loving, attentive parent like you. They are his and they will belong to him.

It would be disappointing for him. He definitely had his heart set on having children with you. But love is flexible after all, and he would absolutely not let that get in the way of your relationship though he will shame and guilt you for it. No child could come between you, and your bond would be even stronger, and you would be his singular focus for the rest of our lives.

He would force others to carry his children, and he would do it, but he would make sure that you played a very active role in the children's upbringing. If you were not able to conceive naturally, there is a slight (large) chance that he will not view the children as his own, or that he might feel less emotionally attached to them.

It is important to understand that any relationship with him would be a passionate and intense one. He can be prone to extreme displays of both affection and jealousy, and his jealousy/mood swings may lead to violence if provoked. If you are not prepared for the possibility of facing extreme anger and violence from him, then it would be best to avoid entering into a relationship with him.

One moment he's a psychotic maniac out of some horrific nightmare, and the next moment he's an angel. Being with him is like walking a tightrope without a safety net and never knowing when you might slip. But it's that danger and uncertainty that makes it so exciting. He is such a complex individual, a true mystery that intrigues you to no end. The more you'll learn about him, the more you'll crave to know more. With each new discovery, you become more immersed in his intoxicating and captivating world.

He may have a slight small tendency to be emotionally manipulative, controlling, and possessive. He became extremely possessive, jealous, and obsessive to the point that he would harm you or others in the process of keeping you close when he first laid eyes on you. He easily develops obsessive and more psychotic behaviors that would cause him to act in more unstable, unpredictable, and violent ways. He also becomes dependent on you as an emotional crutch and becomes highly possessive and possessive of you, causing your relationship to become unhealthy and toxic.

Hands down would take any challenge towards his loved one extremely seriously. He would not hesitate to attack anyone who even dared to look at you the wrong way or say something hurtful. His reactions would be violent and brutal, without any regard for consequences. He would be relentless in pursuing his objective and nothing would deter him.

He would manipulate you into doing what he wants, and he would use emotional blackmail to keep things entertaining for himself. He would also be controlling in the sense of telling you what to wear, eat, etc. to keeping you dependent on him for his own sick and twisted enjoyment.

He would turn any situation on you and make you feel guilty for anything just to use it as a means to hurt you more. He would convince you that you need him in your life to be happy and that you won't find anyone else like him to care for and look after you.

Here's something he might say to you…"You belong to me. No one else can have you. No one else can take you away from me. I love you so much. You're mine, no one else's, forever. I'll never let anyone else have you."

His favorite kinks might include: Dominance and control, Obsession and possessiveness, Manipulation, and emotional abuse, Violence and aggression, Coercion and threats, Manipulation and gaslighting, Emotional blackmail, Obsession and possessiveness.

In addition, he likes exploring other elements of dominance and control, such as bondage and restraints. He enjoys tying you down, and he likes the feeling of being in complete control over your body and movements.

He enjoys exploring different types of domination, such as physical, emotional, mental, and sexual. He likes using different practices such as bondage, impact play, degradation, and humiliation to explore his harsh dominating abilities.

He likes finding out what you respond most to and using that to his advantage. He likes making you feel powerless and vulnerable. He likes getting you to trust him completely, and then using that trust to control you for his own pleasure.

He likes having you worship him and treat him like your master, and he likes exploring different forms of submission. He likes making you feel like you are his and he owns you, and exploring different forms of bondage and restraint. He also likes exploring the use of different objects during sex, such as toys and lingerie, to add variety and spice things up.

[alannybunnue]

Hey! Do you write for the Bolton's? If you do; ¿what do you think of Wife reader x Yandere Roose Bolton and Stepmom reader x Yandere platonic Ramsay? She is the mother of domeric and maybe for something she found about child Ramsay and how his father ( roose) ignore his existence so she decides to take him home and raise him as her child against the wishes of her husband. ¿How would things to play out for Ramsay? Because I think this will change a lot of things

Yes

I hate the Boltons in everyway, but yes.

I have the scenario in my mind of how it begins. We can continue developing this later.

->

"You will do no such thing"

You hear your husband not too far as you got on your horse to leave to the mill. The news of your husband's bastard tormented you enough.

Before you could leave, he stopped you for second - "Don't do this" - he said, even though he knew you wouldn't listen, just like in the day that your marriage to him was announced, you were stubborn.

You ran away.

Soon enough, you found yourself in the one place you never thought you would go, nor thought you would come for these circumstances.

The poor woman opens the door for you, she seemed shocked, with all reasons of course. Once inside, you immediately went to look for the child, stating your words clearly.

"I won't let Roose get away with this, you were put in this by his stupidity, you didn't deserve this." - as you find the baby, who at least 2 years younger then your son, Domeric, you pick him up to leave - "You will continue receiving money and supplies, but the child will be in my care."

The woman couldn't believe what was happening, but didn't stop you from taking the babe away.

Once you arrived at the Dreadfort, you didn't spare to look at Roose who waited for your return. While he almost begged you to return the child and leave it be, you only paid attention to the little one in your arms.

Soon you saw your own son, Domeric, as you knelt before him to show the babe.

"Dear, this is your little brother, Ramsay Bolton"

->

Now to how all of this dinamic works.

The reader in this is stubborn and that's exactly what made Roose fall for her, there are other reasons of course, but this is the main reason.

But after she took Ramsay as her son, their relationship deteriorated a bit on her side, because she feels humiliated by her husband's affair, not by raising a child that is not hers.

So...Ramsay will not grow with the frustration of being a bastard, but probably with the frustration of the second son.

So i don't think his personality will change much. He is a menace, but only when you are not around. Because when you are, he likes to act like the obedient poor younger son, clinging onto you for attention.

Roose and Domeric realized his scheme too soon and they almost hate him for it.

Also, Ramsay likes to pick on Domeric a lot.

[missglaskin]

In any description Domeric is basically relationship goals, boy is like the least fuck up grrm character. So imagine being betrothed to him, his bride doesn’t have to fear anything and quite looks forwards to the marriage, only for him to be killed by Ramsay. Now poor bride has a switch of grooms, to face having a marriage with Ramsay instead. (Girl went from heaven to hell really quickly)

Domeric is the best husband/yandere anyone would ask for. He would treat you with such gentleness, giving you the space and time you need to settle down. Moreover, Domeric loves to hear you speak and express yourself. He doesn’t want you to fear him or force you into this marriage. You find yourself looking forward to spending the rest of your life with him. Excited to exchange your vows in the sight of the goods. 

When your fiance hears of his father having a bastard. He goes to meet him, in Domeric’s eyes, he doesn’t see his family as anywhere of a threat. But after visiting his half-brother, you are met with the news of Domeric’s passing.

And instead of being sent back to your family home, you are passed down to his now legitimate bastard brother; Ramsay. From the way, Ramsay stares at you with that sly smirk of his. Hints a small taste of what will come in the future. 

[gulnarsultan]

》 Hunter and Rose 《

Your pregnancy and your son Ramsay's behavior only made matters worse.  Being born after two older brothers and two older sisters brought much disappointment to Ramsa.  Besides, knowing that you were going to have a new sibling made him very grumpy. In fact, if someone had told you years ago that you were going to marry Roose Bolton, you would have laughed in their face. You met Roose at a tournament. You somehow managed to get him into his obsession at the tournament. Even if you wondered how he persuaded your family, you chose not to learn because you knew his methods.  Talking to your husband about Ramsay's behavior was not an option. After all, you knew very well which methods to resort to.  You were trying to solve the problems of your children yourself as much as you could.  The green cloth you bought while walking around today made your husband very angry. This was because the color was the symbol of your family home.  Your marriage with him caused you to delete everything about your old life.  Since you knew what he was capable of, you had no choice but to follow this rule.

[ourrootsgodeep]

demon on a leash.

(ramsay bolton x oakheart!reader)

a/n: listen i like evil men okay. i do not condone their actions i just think it’s kind of hot and silly and i don’t think that is a problem (it is a problem)

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I WILL HIT YOU WITH A CAR, ramsay bolton is a warning in and of himself, pre-season 4 of GOT, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), biting, breeding kink, murder, stray pickled eyeball, ramsay is a fucking creep, this could probably be described as yandere, the author is bad at writing smut, this author is bad at writing generally, vague mention of joffrey (disgusting), implied bisexual reader but let’s face it all my readers are bisexual, reader is NOT a virgin and ramsay appreciates it, ramsay is pussywhipped as hell

———

the ceremony had been beautiful, but it was so cold up there. she had expected her wedding to be warm and summery, but when her mother had betrothed her to the infamous “bastard of bolton,” all her fantasies were dashed.

y/n smoothed the creamy velvet dress as she stood before the fire. the jewels she was wearing caught the light beautifully, glowing amber in the dim atmosphere. ramsay would be there soon, she thought. he had seemed so odd during the ceremony: cold, and charming, and utterly attentive to her. disturbingly attentive, for someone of his reputation. he poured wine for her, cut her meat. his pale gaze never left her for even a second.

a floorboard creaked suddenly, and she whirled around. ramsay stood there, observing her in the firelight. “my beautiful wife,” he said, in his soft, rasping voice.

she curtsied. “husband.”

he crossed the room in three quick strides, taking her hand in his and directing her into one of two chairs at the fireside. margaery tyrell had one like him, she thought. if only she remembered how margaery had said she handled him.

ramsay hadn’t stopped staring at her for even a second. “forgive me, sweet girl, i had some unfinished business to take care of.”

“it’s quite alright,” she said softly, and hesitated before speaking again. “i am sure whatever it was must have been important. i do not begrudge you your time.”

ramsay’s mouth twitched in a faint, amused smile. “i am glad to hear it. incidentally, i have a gift for you.”

“oh?”

he nodded and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, ornately carved wooden box. y/n took it with murmured thanks and turned it over in her hands, inspecting it carefully. it was carved with oak leaves around the sides, and the flayed man of house bolton on top. as she turned it, she heard a faint thunk inside. she turned to ramsay, feigning delight, dreading what her instinct told her was within. “what is it, my love?”

he raised his eyebrows and smiled cheerfully, but said nothing, merely gesturing for her to open it.

when she undid the clasp and the lid sprang open, a bloody brown eye looked back up at her.

she froze, forcing her face into a faint, impassive smile, her thoughts running through all the people it could be. a friend? a cousin, dear gods, not-

she turned to ramsay, who was grinning delightedly. “whose is it, my love?”

he stood, coming over and leaning over her shoulder, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to her shoulder before replying. “one of walder frey’s bastards. he had the nerve to ask me when the bedding ceremony was.”

interesting. maybe she could work with this. “thank you for that, husband,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “i do not wish anyone to see my body, save you.” y/n took his hand from where it rested behind her and pressed his scarred knuckles to her lips, looking up at him and making her eyes large and soft.

he preened under the attention. “good girl.” his voice was low and raspy, pupils blown wide in his pale eyes.

alright, she thought. she could work with this.

———

king robert’s fiftieth birthday was held at winterfell, and almost everyone was in attendance, from the umbers of the last hearth to the ullers of hellholt and the redwynes of the arbor. even most of the bastards of the great houses had been invited, leaving ramsay standing in a corner while his father spoke with lord flint.

he had hoped to see lady oakheart and her daughter that night. he had heard of lady y/n’s beauty as she grew, remembering her from when they were children. he scanned the room, sneering at jon umber as he noticed him trying to flirt with margaery tyrell, scowling at rickard karstark’s drunken jokes.

he could see theon greyjoy standing off to the side, eying a woman in gold with robb stark. curious, he followed their gaze, and it led him back to her.

he inhaled sharply when he saw her, in soft silks draped carefully over her soft curves, with golden pins and jewels holding it delicately in place. he hadn’t seen her since they were thirteen years old, but in the five years since then, she was a woman.

he could see greyjoy walking over to her, which meant he had to act fast. he crossed the distance between them as quickly as possible, bowing before her as he reached her and noting greyjoy’s annoyance with delight. “sweet lady,” he said, looking back up at her after a moment.

her lips parted in a pretty smile. she looked like a goddess, in a halo of candlelight, resplendent in gold. “my lord,” she said with a slight chuckle.

he stared at her for a moment, his breath catching in his throat before he remembered himself. “would you dance with me?” he asked.

she raised her eyebrows, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. “i don’t even know your name.”

“ramsay.”

“y/n.” she took his arm gently, allowing him to lead her onto the dance floor.

he settled his hands onto her hips as the slow, elegant song began, delighted to feel the soft flesh so warm under the thin fabric. “how do you find the north so far?” he asked, looking down into her eyes.

“cold,” she replied. “i thought people were exaggerating the summer chill.”

he could see that. her hard nipples were poking through the dress. he wondered what her skin would taste like if he were to lick and suck at the pointed nubs. “i never particularly notice, myself. you get used to it the more you stay up here.”

“are you from here, then?”

“near the dreadfort.” he spun her carefully in his arms, watching her earrings catch the light. her perfume smelled like vanilla and sweet amber. “i’m in service to lord bolton.”

“oh really?” she was so close to him he could feel her breath. he silently thanked the old gods, or whichever gods were out there, for the crowds on the dance floor. “i was betrothed to his son, before he died. lord domeric.”

“were you now?”

“mhm. it was such a tragedy. i did not know him well, but he seemed a very kind man.”

kind indeed. he remembered the slight look of disdain she had had for him when they met. how lucky that she was now available to marry ramsay. “are you betrothed now?” he asked.

“not yet. i’ve had an offer made to me by theon greyjoy’s father, but nothing is settled.”

he clenched his teeth, but kept a straight face. “the greyjoys are an old and proud house. you could do well there.”

“mm, perhaps. too proud for my taste, though. and it’s so dreary there. i would miss my home.” ramsay looked down at her face, eyeing her lips, painted with red ochre. in the candlelight, it looked like she had been drinking blood. “besides, if i were to marry anyone, it would have to be someone like you.”

he had to do a double take to be sure he wasn’t imagining things. he’d been dreaming of that for so long. “you’d what?”

she chuckled, her cheeks flushed. “well, not you specifically. but someone who isn’t the heir of a great house like the starks or the greyjoys, who wouldn’t get in the way of me inheriting my own lands..-.”

she was still talking, but he wasn’t listening. all he could think of was her words. she would have to marry someone like him.

———

the fire was still crackling in the hearth, but ramsay was uncomfortably silent.

y/n could still feel his pale eyes on her as she stared at the frey man’s eye. he was working at undoing the elaborate braided hairstyle she had been married in, carefully plucking out the pins and placing them on the vanity next to them. “i should go down to the maester tomorrow and get a good jar of vinegar for this,” she remarked, trying to break the silence.

she could see his eyebrows crease through the mirror. “what for?”

“it’ll preserve it,” y/n replied. she tilted her head back and smiled up at him as the last lock of her hair came undone. “so i can keep your sweet gift forever, my dear husband.”

he smiled broadly and kissed the top of her head. “you are the sweet one, little wife.” at least she now knew what seemed to please him.

she stood up, pulling the thick locks of her hair over her shoulder, exposing the laces of her dress to him. “will you undress your wife?” she asked softly.

he let out a noise that was half chuckle, half groan and stepped closer to her. he pressed a lazy kiss to the junction of her shoulder, grazing the soft and delicate skin with his teeth. “i will.”

———

she saw the power she had over him, he knew that, but ramsay couldn’t bring himself to care. he finally had her, and everything was coming together.

he undid the strings holding her dress carefully, feeling the smooth velvet on his hands. he had been concerned, sometimes, when he was fucking his fist or myranda late at night, that they would be too rough for his pretty darling. he’d heard she liked the pretty boys down south. pretty boys and pretty girls both. his spies had at least been helpful in that regard. but she hadn’t seemed to mind his hands much when he was undoing her hair. he had noticed that she was wearing the same vanilla and amber perfume as at that ball two years ago. the scent permeated her hair, and since he had touched her neck he could smell it on his hands.

she was turning to him now, the firelight catching in her hair and turning it to a halo again. her dress hadn’t yet fallen down.

he noticed her lips moving and blinked, fixing his mouth into a winning smile. “pardon me, love, i wasn’t paying attention. what was that?”

she smiled back at him prettily. “i asked whether you’d like me to undress you, husband.”

he shook his head. “not yet. take off your clothes.”

she inhaled sharply through her nose and let the dress fall.

———

ramsay looked down at domeric, watching him writhe in his bed.

domeric’s eyes cracked open, watching him approach. “you did this,” he croaked. “you poisoned me.”

“mm. yes, i did.” ramsay shoved his hands in his pockets, taking a seat in the chair at the side of the bed.

domeric coughed. “why? i was always kind to you. you were my brother.”

ramsay laughed harshly. “your bastard brother, as you reminded me every day.” he leaned closer. “you stole my father, my birthright. you tried to steal the woman i love. i stopped you.”

“woman?” domeric frowned. “you love y/n? ha!” he coughed again, glaring up at ramsay with a red-rimmed eye. “you don’t love anyone.”

ramsay smiled at him coldly. “certainly not you.” he picked up a pillow idly, pretending to inspect it closely before standing up and smiling cheerfully at domeric. “happy dreams, dear brother.”

the pillow descended over domeric’s face.

———

y/n didn’t want to admit it, but ramsay’s words had gotten to her. perhaps it was something to do with the way he said it, in that low rasp, or the way his eyes looked at her so hungrily. the dress slipped down her body, leaving her in her under clothes. she heard him inhale sharply when he saw the sheer, delicate lace chemise hugging her breasts, pushed up beautifully in the corset. she undid the clasps holding it up, heat rising in her belly when he groaned as her breasts fell free.

“on the bed,” he ordered, and she complied, quickly sitting on the edge and waiting for him.

instead of pushing her back and undoing his trousers as she thought he would, he knelt in front of her. she watched his hands closely, watched them pull her legs apart, begin to pull down the delicate lace stockings. she shivered in the new cold against her legs, then shivered again when he pressed a kiss to her thigh, just above her knee. he grinned at her reaction to him, then pounced forward quickly and but down harshly at the tender skin of her inner thigh.

y/n cried out at the feeling of his teeth sinking into her, and ramsay looked up and hushed her gently. “quiet, sweetling. you’re mine now. i get to mark you as i please. i will not hurt you too badly.”

her chest rose and fell in quickened breaths, and she looked down at him with eyes that she knew were blown wide with lust. “i did not say it was a bad pain.”

ramsay laughed darkly, looking up at her like a starving man. “i believe i must be the luckiest man in the world.”

he reached upwards and tore through her smallclothes, ignoring her protests and diving into her core, lapping at it like a man dying of thirst. he nipped slightly at her swollen bud and she moaned his name loudly, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of his hair. he groaned at the mix of pain and pleasure and reached down, using one hand to hold her legs apart and the other to fist his cock. y/n could barely hear it over the rush of blood in her ears, but as she came over his face and tongue she could hear him muttering things like, “so beautiful… wanted you for so long… no one else deserved you.”

she collapsed back on the bed, chest heaving and cheeks flushed. ramsay chuckled softly. “not yet, pet. let me see you.” he pulled her up and took her lace chemise off of her body carefully, setting it aside. finally, he lay her back on the bed, admiring the many bruises and bites that now littered her thighs and shoulders. “are you a virgin?” he murmured hoarsely. at her hesitation, he added, “do not worry, sweet girl, i won’t be angry. you didn’t know yet.”

didn’t know what? she wanted to ask, but refrained. instead, she slowly shook her head. “i am not, no.” he didn’t seem like a person to lie to.

his lips parted in a wide and utterly unexpected grin. “thank the gods.”

he flipped her over onto her belly, manhandling her into the position he wanted on the bed. he raised her hips into the air and climbed up behind her, undoing his trousers and letting his cock spring free. it fell against her center, and he rutted against her a few times, soaking his painfully hard length with her slick and then plunging into her, setting a rough, almost punishing pace from the start. y/n mewled, her hands curling into the sheets and fisting the soft material. he would bruise her hips, she was sure, with how hard he was gripping them, muttering between his grunts of pleasure about how pretty she would look round and swollen with his heir. he reached up and palmed her tits, pulling her backward into his chest and pinching her hardened nipples. “you see these?” he panted, making her whine as the rough pads of his thumbs brushed over her sore flesh. “these will feed my son in a few months, pretty wife.”

y/n’s head tilted back, falling onto his shoulder, exposing her soft neck to him. he bit down at the tender place just under her jaw as he finished, reaching down to rub harshly at the pearl between her legs and making her tremble and squeeze around him as she came, leaving her limp-boned in his arms. he panted harshly for a few moments, letting her collapse back onto him, before carefully pulling out and laying her down on the bed, chest still rising and falling quickly. y/n saw him get up through half-lidded eyes, admiring the muscles of his back as he moved. he rifled through his desk for a moment as she caught her breath before turning back and walking to her, holding something small in his hands.

he looked down at her spread legs, where a few drops of his seed had leaked out of her swollen, puffy cunt. “careful now, sweetling,” he murmured. he used his free hand to push the sticky white spend back inside her, grinning at the whine she let out at the intrusion into her sensitive core. “have to make sure there’s a baby in you by next month.”

y/n nodded sleepily, eyes half shut. she gestured towards the small thing in his hand. “what’s that?” she murmured.

“oh, this?” he held it up. “it’s a collar.” the jewelry was rich, fine gold, studded with rubies and emblazoned with the sigil of house bolton. “do you know what collars are for?”

y/n blinked up at him sleepily, dreading what he was going to say.

“they tell you who owns the bitch, sweet wife.” he caressed her face gently, then pulled her up into a sitting position and fastened the collar around her neck. it sat prettily at the base of her throat, the rubies gleaming like fresh blood. “now, whose bitch are you, my love?”

y/n’s voice was hoarse and quiet from moans and cries and no small amount of fear. “yours, husband.”

“i didn’t quite hear you.” he tugged her head forward until her lips were close enough to kiss. he spoke slowly, emphasizing every word. “who. do you. belong to?” the collar was digging into the bruises on her neck, but y/n looked up at him and cleared her throat. her mind was whirling with fear, with escape plans, with the question of how she was going to survive this. “answer me, my love,” he said again, gripping the collar tighter. y/n’s eyes seemed to clear as a realization came over her, a new plan for survival. she looked up at him with hazy, false, lovesick eyes, and answered him.

“you. i belong to you.”

[houseofyanderes]

                            CHARACTER LIST/RULES

WHAT I’LL WRITE: 

nsfw and sfw

any (insert race/ethnicity/particular thing) for reader

any gender pronouns/identity

that wonderful polyamory stuff

yandere/darker material 

WHAT I WON’T WRITE:

pedophilia

rape

scat/watersport/spitting

character match-ups

HOTD CHARACTERS:

alicent hightower

daemon targaryen

aemond targaryen

rhaenyra targaryen

+ feel free to request new characters but be patient because i have to get a feel for them first | also be nice if i outright say no

GOT CHARACTERS: 

tyrion lannister

daenerys targaryen

jon snow

jamie lannister

the hound

petyr baelish

cersei lannister

robb stark

+ feel free to request new characters but be patient because i have to get a feel for them first | also be nice if i outright say no

I DO NOT WRITE FOR:

lucerys velaryon

jacaerys velaryon

aegon II targaryen

otto hightower

viserys I targaryen

roose bolton

ramsay bolton

theon greyjoy

tywin lannister

+ please don't ask for these characters or make me say why i'm saying no to these characters, no is a full sentence :)

i do headcanons, drabbles and scenarios. specify which you’d like when you send your request or i’ll wind up picking for you. for headcanons you can request up to FOUR characters per ask. you can, of course, send the same request for a different character.  vague requests are EXTREMELY LOW priority and i probably won’t answer/write them at all  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (example: aemond targaryen x gender neutral reader). more detailed requests encouraged (example: jon snow x reader and how they make up after a fight) my name is BEE, 25, black, she/her, and i'm crazy enough to want to have a fun/peaceful time writing house of the dragon and game of thrones imagines. please pray for me as i enter THE discourse fandoms of the eon.

[sugarprincessbitch]

Yandere Ramsay Bolton x Half-Sister! Reader

Warning ⚠️ Incest/R*pe

You are the second child of Roose Bolton and Bethany Ryswell, The little sister of Domeric.

The relationship between you and your brother is a close one, with your mother too because of you being her only girl and also your passive nature was a great company for her sweet one.

Your father was absent through out your childhood, him believing that your mother and the septas were enough to raise you didn't help with the situation.

He paid more attention to your brother because of him being the heir and all, but beside of that, he wasn't very affectionate with him too.

The two of you met during one of Domeric's visits to his mother will mill, it took a lot of convincing from your brother to take you there to visit your suppose "bastard brother", you weren't very fond of the idea of going against your father back, you were very scared of him.

When Ramsay first saw you he didn't felt resentment or was annoyed by you, like he surely felt about your brother. No, he was mesmerized by you, and curious about the beautiful girl that Domeric claims to be his new sister.

In the other hand, Ramsay deeply disturbed you. The way he look at you with those colorless eyes appear hungry with something at the time you didn't know.

As the days passed and the visits became more frequent (you weren't always present in all visits, you couldn't be always there because of your embroidery classes with the septa), the looks turn into physical advances, like invading your personal space.

Also, Ramsay would touch you when your brother wasn't looking, you didn't stop him at first believing they were innocent and without malicious intentions.

When your father found about where you were going with your brother he strongly reprimanded the two of you, specially you, because a lady from a noble house doesn't do such things.

Knowing that his son would continue to visit Ramsay anyway he couldn't stop him, but instead prohibited him to take you with him. From that day on you didn't visit Ramsay anymore.

Each passing day you were not there to visit him, he grew more and more annoyed. The explanation from his brother about your whereabouts didn't calm him down a bit, instead he become angry.

He wanted to be with you, not with the pitiful thing you call your brother. That's was the reason to pressure Domeric in taking him to the castle, in were he could pester you all day long as he pleases.

In the weeks your brother brought him against your mother and father pleadings, he died from an "illness", but everyone knew Ramsay poison him out of jealousy.

Destroy by your brother and mother sudden passing (she took her life out of grief days after Domeric died) you found solace in Ramsay, for his gratification.

He was the only one that open his arms for you instead of ignoring you like your father did. That is were he became more and more possessive with you, isolating you from everyone, specially any man that wasn't him (if one of them were that stupid to come near you, the next day a new body was found unrecognizable near the forest).

Everything became worse when he was legitimized by the king. That is when his touches became more than the affection a brother and sister show.

Scared by his threats of what he would do to you if you denied him, you let him kiss you and touch your chest or back as he pleases against your modesty as a lady.

One night he entered your chambers and tried to force you into something more, alarmed you forced your way out and ran to your father's study. He slap you after hearing your accusations, telling you to never say such things to anyone.

That same night was the one where your life as you knew ended, Ramsay rape you as a form of punishment of conspiring against him and told you that he was going to take great care of the bastard he will put in your belly.

Months after, your father was killed by him. Now everything was his, even you, no one could stop to get what he wanted.

For his joy, the baby you had with him was a boy, your little Claude.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Imagine...

Pairing: Dark Ramsay Bolton x (female) Stark!Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

WARNINGS: Threats.

Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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“Now, Jon Snow, how about you be a good brother-in-law and fetch my dear wife for me.” Ramsay says, voice strained as he glares at man.

Jon shakes his head. 

“She’s not returning, Ramsay. If I were you I’d drop your hopes.”

Ramsay’s hands tighten around his sword, his left eye twitching at that as his patient vanishes. 

“Listen to me, bastard, she’s going to come back, willingly or unwillingly, I don’t really care which way. I’ll leave that at her judgment.” he declares, eyes darkening.

“But if she does not return to Winterfell till the end of the day, I promise you that my men will rip apart and slaughter every man, woman and child that is under your protection.”

“And then I’ll personally drag your sister by her hair back to where she belongs. Which is in my bed.”

[yandere-toons]

The relationship between thee sorcerer!reader and Ramsay is giving me kind of Mary on a Cross by Ghost-vibes I love it!! Can't wait for more!!

Oh my, this song is perfect for that dumpster fire! I'd heard the name, but now I have more sketches in front of me than my poor hand-eye coordination can handle.

Sorcerer!Reader: I could kill you easily.

Ramsay Bolton:

[neoncrowpen]

Current Requests in my Inbox (February 25th)

Phew! My week was BIZ-ZAY. I do apologize for not posting on Wednesday. That was a Bad Bird Moment. You see, I did not prioritize sleep like I should have...and I ended up sleeping right after work. Whoops. Anyhoo! On to business!

Oldest to newest. Italicized text indicates what I’m working on. Bold text indicates what’s in the Struggle Bus.

- Thomas Shelby x Male!Reader. (Angst Oneshot) About the complicated relationship between Thomas Shelby and his younger brother (Reader).

- Thomas Shelby x Male!Reader. (Dark, NSFW Oneshot) Love story between Thomas Shelby and his servant. Servant’s rise to power and Thomas’ growing love for him.

- Spiderman x Male!Reader. (Dark) Peter becomes obsessed with Reader after they save each other.

- Daredevil x Male!Reader. (Dark) Matt becomes possessive with Reader after dinner one evening.

- Dark!Thomas Shelby x Mute!Reader. (NSFW/Yandere) Reader wants nothing to do with Thomas, but he has other plans.

- Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader. (NSFW) Paul walks in on Reader touching herself.

- Alfie Solomons x Reader. (Dark) Thomas Shelby, your boss, offers you up to Alfie as wife material to butter him up for a deal.

- Ramsay Bolton x Tyrell!Reader. (Dark) PART TWO OF THIS SERIES (i just knewww someone was going to ask for this. And yes, you read that right. Series. I plan for more than two parts.)

- Paul Atreides x Noble!Reader. (Comfort/Fluff) After Reader bares a son for the empire, she feels her purpose is only to be a brooding mare.

- Joe Goldberg x Therapist!Reader. (Dark) Joe Goldberg confesses his feelings to you, his therapist.

- Cahir x Reader. (Angst/Fluff) Being kind to Cahir while he’s imprisoned in Aretuza.

- Geralt x Reader. (Dark) Part Two of this imagine.

- Shelby Family x Reader. (Yandere) After rescuing one of their own, the Shelby family develops an obsession for their newest member.

- Geralt x Reader. (Yandere) Reader narrowly escapes Geralt.

- CROW’s CHOICE: Fluff Edition

- Dark!Jaskier x Reader. (Dark/Noncon) Jaskier takes advantage of Reader when drunk.

- Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader. (Dark) Paul Atreides demands to marry Reader, but Reader decides to run away.

- Thomas Shelby x Reader. Part Two of Grace’s sister.

- Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader. (Dark, NSFW) Reader is having an affair and gets caught. Paul decides to punish her in his own way.

- Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader. (Noncon, NSFW) Paul is determined to make an heir on their wedding night.

- The Shelby Men x Male!Reader. (Dark, NSFW) Thomas, Arthur, Michael, and John all become obsessed with Ada’s new baker friend.

- Patrick Hockstetter x Reader. (Fluff) Cute arcade date.

- Thomas Shelby x Reader. (Dark). This is @smellyzcat’s dream, so I’m keeping these plot details secret to me until I fully figured out what I’m going to do with it.

- Luca Changretta x Reader. (Dark). Luca steals you away from your husband. (Very excited for this one, friends.)

- Thomas Shelby x Male!Reader. (Dark, NSFW) Reader is the leader of a new rival gang going up against the Peaky Blinders. After underestimating him, Thomas discovers this ring leader is not everything he seems to be.

- CROW’S CHOICE: Dark Edition

- Protective!Paul Atreides x Reader. (Dark) No plot details yet. TBD.

- Yandere!Thomas Shelby x Reader. (Yandere) Reader falls ill with something serious. This forces Thomas to do something he never thought he would ever do.

- Paul Atreides x Reader. (Fluff) Paul witnesses the birth of his child.

- Paul Atreides x Reader x Chani. (Dark) Paul and Chani confess their love to you, and they're not taking no for an answer.

- Finn Shelby x Reader (Dark) Part Two to this request. (Which is suupppper interesting!! I never thought someone would ask for this!)

31 Requests! And off we go to the writing cave. See you next week, friends.

- Crow

[alannybunnue]

Since the topic of Ramsay and his stepmother is the product of my brilliant mind, I would like to help you further. Let's say you found Ramsa and brought him back when Roose and the reader already had two sons. She gave birth to one or two more daughters after Ramsay. Defends and protects Ramsay. The reader is ready to act as a shield when Roose wants to mistreat or hit her. Roose leaves Ramsa alone in order not to harm his wife as he is obsessed with her. I don't think Ramsay would have killed his half-brothers. In the end, his mother was very upset. And I think she's going to call her mom. Whoever tells him that you are his stepchild will kill them. Maybe the Ramsay reader and the obsessive Roose are his real children. After all, it seems to me that if Roose is so obsessed with his wife, he shouldn't touch anyone else.

Thank you for the idea btw 😚💖

But since the first time i wrote down that they only had Domeric at the time, let's keep that way. But the idea of them having more 2 kids later is quite interesting.

The stepmama taught the children (especially the younger ones) that Ramsay is their actual sibling to spite Roose. Because he knows the truth.

But that doesn't stop him and Domeric to feel jealous over the menace brought to the Dreadfort.

Ramsay believes truthfully that the reader is his mother and doesn't like anyone who disagrees or tries to give him a reality check. They all got stabbed for this.

[missglaskin]

MTL from asoiaf to kill someone on your behalf (say if you get injured or attacked)? i do love a good overprotective yandere ;)

Note-this is regards to an assassination attempt

So the characters that come to mind: Maegor I, Ramsay, Daemon Targaryen, Cersei

If an assassination attempt is made on your life, Maegor will definitely go on the killing spree. A lot of the servants and guards will be lined up, and either beheaded (courtesy of him) or hanged. Maegor may even go so far as to suspect certain lords and ladies or even one of his wives. It may take the court to pin it on someone to stop him from committing a massacre.

Ramsay will also line up those he suspects to have made an attempt on his darling’s life. They will be sent to his dungeons, where they will be flayed and tortured for hours to extract any type of confession. In case they prove to be useless, he will display their bodies for everyone to see. 

Daemon may not go on a full-blown massacre, but he will keep an eye out for anyone he suspects and bring them before him. He has means of making someone confess. Daemon may even behead those who simply stood by or failed to protect his darling. It was Viserys who intervened to stop the violent pursuit. 

Cersei is a very paranoid person, as evidenced by her reaction to your assassination attempt. She'll assume that this is how the preparator intends to get back at her. Along with her guards, many of her servants were accused of being spies. She had them sent to the dungeons where they were tortured to force a confession out of them. She also makes sure to have someone taste your food and wine before you do.

[gulnarsultan]

targaryen wife reader x yandere roose bolton, (I also think that roose wouldn't cheat on reader so I keep the idea that ramsay is reader's son) how do you think roose would react if reader will claim him for ramsay's acts and for what he did to him made theon and sansa (theon can be male or you can change it to female)

You are right. Ramsay is the son of the reader. The reader is horrified after learning of what Ramsay did. She leaves the castle of terror in tears. Roose finds his wife crying under a tree. When reason finds out, he gets very angry. Because of Ramsay, his wife disobeys Roose for the first time. His wife blames Roose for hiding the truth. Roose promises to fix this problem. He accompanies his wife to her rooms. Roose ensures that Ramsay does not do such a thing again, or that measures are taken to ensure that the reader does not find out. Ramsay will stay in the dungeon for a while.sini gözyaşları içinde terk eder. Roose, karısını bir ağacın altında ağlarken bulur. Sebep öğrendiğinde çok sinirlenir. Ramsay yüzünden ilk itaatsizlik eden karısı Roose oldu. Karısı gerçeği sakladığı için Roose'u suçlar. Roose bu sorunu çözeceğine söz verir. Karısına odalarına kadar eşlik eder. Roose, Ramsay'in bir daha böyle bir şey yapmamasını ya da okuyucunun öğrenmemesi için önlemler alınmasını sağlar. Ramsay bir süre zindanda kalacak.