#i. theon stark — thread.

[steelfyre]

starter ›› @morewoe , @cursebrcken , @insooth , accepting 3 / 3 more replies.

wolf knew  his duty  and  had been raised to perform it well, but today it paled to the grief that still clung to his bones. the thought of swallowing it alongside icy rage at being summoned mere months after laying his sibling to rest in winterfell's crypts for the sake of making conversation with southerners made bile rise in his throat. no. theon was a statue sitting beneath highgarden's weirwood. the approaching footsteps were heard but the stark didn't even glance in their direction.

[royalreiqn]

with  vaelyx  velaryon    /    @stvvlblcde

        he'd made  a promise  to  himself  long before he'd entered the city that he would avoid the velaryons as much as possible, not for their sake but for his ( being here was difficult enough, he didn't wish to add to it, to tempt his fury ) but they wouldn't leave his family be. first, the queen revealing her black heart to ceria and now vaelyx . . . his blood burned. it was why when he entered the training grounds and spotted the pathetic prince himself, theon didn't turn on his heels. he should. ceria would tell him too, william as well, and arya too. but the storm's winds screamed louder. he stepped forward.        ❝  are you up for a real match?  ❞        once the same words would've been spoken in jest, accompanied by the mischievous smile theon was known for, but now there was only ice.        ❝  or do you only spar those who hold their swings and forget to block yours?  ❞

[steelfyre]

a sense  of  ease  washed  over  him as he stood beside his brother. wolves were strongest when together, a fact he reminded himself when his protectiveness made him wish his siblings hadn't been made to travel into the dragon's den.  ❝ subtly. we don't want to give the impression we don't have faith in her grace's protection. ❞   words were spoken quietly. theon didn't nor did he trust the vast majority of the southerners who schemed as easily as they breathed.  ❝ as do i . . . ❞   a pause, but then theon smiled.  ❝ insist? are you giving me an order, brother? ❞   as serious as he was known to be, he wasn't immune to teasing his siblings. ❝ i'm glad. adapting gets easier the more often you venture south. ❞   spoken from experience.  ❝ but i remain tolerant of it at best, and only for brief periods. ❞   far too much of the north filled his veins for it to be any other way. as it should be.  ❝ that's a good idea. ❞   anything to combat the warm weather, and if a little breeze ruffled the southerner's feathers then that was their problem.

green hues gleamed with mirth as he looked at his older brother. every stark was instilled with an innate sense of caution, and his was certainly not weakened by his time in the warmth of the south.

"you speak true. perhaps we should double our vigilance. for the sake of our house's reputation, if nothing else," alaric replied with a slight nod in agreement. "the godswood...it is a sad testament to the disparity between the north and the south. i confess that i long for the familiar embrace of our ancestral woods." he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, restoring his usual upbeat demeanor. "but until we return to winterfell, i insist on joining you in your excursions to the godswood here."

smiling warmly, alaric took a moment to study his brother's face. "i would like to think i have learned to adapt to these foreign climates," he mused, a note of pride creeping into his voice, "but i won't deny that i would welcome a chill here. perhaps i will request they open a few windows in our audience chamber. it might help keep those lords on their toes as well," he added. let them complain about their evening breezes, he thought.

[steelfyre]

closed starter ›› @insooth , @awhispcr

shadows  cloaked  the lord  stark,  altering the color of his attire, the lightest dark blue he had, to a more suitable shade yet true ease evaded him. the music was too loud, the walls felt too closer with the added greenery, and his patience for southerners and their antics nearing its end. jaw clenched when solitude was disturbed.  ❝ i have no interest in partaking in lady tyrell's little game. if you've come seeking a dance partner, look elsewhere, ❞   the stark deadpanned without turning his head in their direction.

[royalreiqn]

closed starter    /    theon stark. where:   the training grounds. who:   @stvvlblcde, @scigne, @drwnedsun, @exfabularum, @disfunctie + open to 1 - 2 more replies

        knowing  that  he  couldn't  leave  the  city even if he wanted to made the walls feel closer. for the past years, he'd grown accustomed to the openness of the north; here, however, walls surrounded him in all directions. he couldn't help but wander if joss had felt similarly before the call for his arrest was made - had he felt the doom drawing nearer? or had been caught unaware, blinded by his faith that the one he loved would never let harm befall him as she should have? but the velaryons put their crown first, even above those they called family. theon slashed at the training dummy with greater force. at least they hadn't be stripped of their weapons. he surely would've gone mad without being able to train. another slash was followed by another. his chest heaved with each breath as he stepped back for a moment, and only then did he realize someone was watching.       ❝  were you looking to train too? or do you need something?  ❞        he asked, turning toward them.

[steelfyre]

open starter ›› ft. theon stark status: accepting 4 / 5 replies.

a  rare  smile on  his  lips, theon picked up his daughter so she could reach the apple hanging in the tree. he waited until the fruit was picked before he spun her around in a circle, making lyanna giggle, before placing her back down. a mistake he realized a second too late; his daughter took off through the orchid. catching up with her wasn't difficult but not before his daughter had crossed paths, or possibly run into, another noble.  ❝ lyanna, you know that you can't go running off. ❞   he picked her up again before looking at the noble.  ❝ my apologies, my liege. ❞

[steelfyre]

❝  the  smallfolk  allowed  into  the  castle have broken the guest right and launched an attack. ❞   words carried a certain detachment, mind focused upon action, the next moves that must be made so the pack remained safe and whole. history would not repeat. theon was right on her heels when they entered their children's room. lyanna hurried over to his side, covering her ears as more screams rang out.  ❝  we can't, ❞   he confirmed. didn't need to step into the halls to know it would resemble a battleground.  ❝  i'm not going anywhere until i know you and the children are safe. but i must help our people too. ❞

"  darling  ,  "  shirei  mumbled  ,  stirring  awake  from  her  slumber  ,  eyes  widening  at  the  sight  of  theon  standing  over  her  ,  sword  in  hand  .  "  what  do  you  mean  we  are  under  attack  ?  "  fully  awake  now  ,  she  slipped  hurriedly  from  their  bed  .  "  the  children  ,  "  she  repeated  ,  maternal  instinct  taking  over  as  she  rushed  to  the  adjoining  room  where  they  lay  sleeping  .  she  carefully  nudged  their  eldest  awake  before  lifting  benjen  gently  into  her  arms  .  "  where  .  .  .  how  .  .  .  we  can't  leave  ,  "  the  realization  crept  in  as  her  gaze  darted  to  the  door  ,  knowing  anywhere  outside  their  chambers  could  be  even  more  dangerous  .  "  where  are  you  going  ?!  "

[royalreiqn]

closed starter    /    theon stark. where:   the baratheon apartments. who:   @oftitles, @nubivgant

        the  day  was  one  he'd  lived  through before - a velaryon poisoned while the baratheons filled the court. if one more person whispered feverently to their companions when he entered a room then he might not be able to hold his tongue anymore. but theon knew that would only draw more eyes not only to him but his siblings. so his feet carried him away from the busiest areas of court and toward the chambers he once would've stayed in. the familiar black and gold colors welcomed him as if no time had passed; he was still in possession of a baratheon's fury, his had only grown colder in the north, transforming from a thunderstorm into a blizzard, but in the quiet of the sitting room it calmed. he looked up at the sound of the door opening and one of his sisters entered. a smile emerged.        ❝  before you ask, yes, i've extended my condolences to the velaryons and expressed my wishes for the princess' fast recovery,  ❞        he said, his tone light. around his siblings, he hadn't bothered hiding his neutrality toward the royal family, but that didn't make him heartless.

[steelfyre]

closed starter ›› martyn stark , @divinemischiefhq

the  pack's  loss had  only  made the eldest more protective of his kin, and the return south only gave him more reason to remain vigilant. he'd forever known in his veins that northerners weren't meant for the south but death had been the cruelest reminder. gaze initially passed over martyn only to then return. the puffiness of his brother's eyes stood out most of all yet nothing about his demeanor, save the speed he was eating his meal, was normal. weaving through the crowd, theon made his way over.  ❝ what's wrong? ❞   he asked quietly, attention entirely unwanted.

[royalreiqn]

with ceria baratheon    /    @nubivgant where:   the great hall.​

        ❝  i  see that her  grace  has finally  granted you a moment of freedom,  ❞        he teased as he approached his sister, two cups of wine in his hand and his signature grin on his lips. he'd seen her throughout the night but the queen always appeared nearby, and theon had no real desire to speak with her unless he had to. anger still burned quietly in his veins for how quickly she'd turned on his brother. though he held his tongue. he was no traitor, but he also wasn't vaella velaryon's family or friend anymore either. she was nothing more than his sovereign and he her subject. theon was aware that his siblings felt differently so he quickly altered the subject.        ❝  how have you been? have you been safe here?  ��         as fond as he'd grown of winterfell, it was still difficult knowing he was so far away in case something bad happened.        

[steelfyre]

❝  and  how  long  would  that  have  lasted? ❞   he asked, the mask hiding the slight raise of his brow. the starks hailed from winter itself, and while theon was the creeping cold, still and silent, arnolf reminded him of a blizzard. suitable for the north but not southerners who's nose scrunched up at the slightest unpleasant word. the moon sighed.   ❝ no. not until the decision was all but official. ❞

" i was being decent . " arnolf responds but is considerate enough to follow along elder brother without a fuss . the gods knew now ruling lord theon had more than enough on his plate already. mood is soured still , though and somewhere along the way younger stark cannot help but bring up reason of said sourness . " did you know ? of mother's plans . "

[steelfyre]

open starter ›› ft. theon stark status: accepting replies

❝ me?  ❞ a  reasonable inquiry,  but  were it not for the ice constantly coating the stark's demeanor, he might've laughed. head shook.  ❝ i have no intentions of putting my name forward. my place is in the north. ❞   there was only one dragon that might one day convince him otherwise.

[royalreiqn]

with  aryanna  stark    /    @ichorforged

        ❝  there  you  are.  ❞        his  smile  not  only rivaled the sun but filled his voice as he approached his wife. the longer he was in king's landing, the heavier his shoulders felt, the more he found himself looking over his shoulder for his eldest brother, expecting him to be there, and the harder it was to sink his teeth into his tongue so his fury didn't manifest into words. at least the velaryons were keeping their distance, too occupied given recent events. however, arya's mere presence elevated some of the weight. she consumed not only his vision but all his thoughts. the moment they were within reached, he pulled them close and kissed her.        ❝  how are you and the children? i hope you haven't gotten into any trouble without me.  ❞        it would be quite mean to not wait for him first before embarking on an adventure.

[axelsagewrites]

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.

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[steelfyre]

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with  a  final  swing  of  his sword, the attack crumpled to the ground, never to move again similar to many who dared stand in northerner's path. luna's growls all that prevented silence from descending. master and beast accustomed to hunting in the shadows, favoring it even - another weapon at their disposal after learning how darkness could be utilized. taking a deep breath, theon glanced over his shoulder at his companion.  ❝  that's the last of them in this hall. ❞   more battles awaited. thrill of the fight called to him but bloodlust wasn't the strongest pull when northerners still remained missing.

[royalreiqn]

with erena flint    /    @widowatched where:   a balcony off the great hall.​

        perhaps  he was becoming  too  northern - the  city felt far warmer than it had on his last visit and with the great hall so crowded the room quickly turned a little too suffocating. or perhaps he was simply feeling reckless. it had been a while since he'd been at one of these events. feasts at winterfell were normally less formal, more boisterous. either way, he excused himself from his current conversation and made his way to one of the balconies, only to find that he wasn't the only one seeking a breath of fresh air.        ❝  my lady, my apologies. i didn't realize someone was out here. i can leave if you were looking for some solitude.  ❞