#iwan rheon x reader

[axelsagewrites]

So I know you already did a lot of Ramsey x reader oneshots but honestly I just love how you write them so can I request a oneshot for Ramsey Bolton x fem reader where the reader is a servant (this has nothing to do with the previous servant oneshots) and Ramsey is attracted to her but doesn’t act on it and she accidentally stumbles upon him killing his father and she hides in the corner somewhere in the room and over hears him planning to kill his stepmother and brother so she tries to help them and get to them before Ramsey dose but she is unsuccessful and Ramsey discovers what she tried to do so she begs for forgiveness and he tells her he will consider it if she can prove to him why she deserves it so he takes her to the room where he flays people and has sex with her on the X-shaped cross ?

Ramsay Bolton*Little Mouse

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton x f!reader

Word count: 1950

Warnings: roose being murdered, dub con, p in v sex, nipple play, unprotected sex, biting, hickeys, spanking, bruises, X cross sex, teasing, degrading, orgasm denial, begging, bondage, choking, restraints, smut 18+

a/n: thank u sm for being so sweet anon

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Everyone hated Ramsay Bolton. Ever since his father took over Winterfell his name was brought up in hushed angry whispers amongst the servants. You hated him too. In theory at least.

You tried to hate him and partook in the gossips and whispers that surrounded him but perhaps it wasn’t in your nature to hate. Perhaps deep down he was not as bad as he seemed. The rumours after all were just gossip told to you from the few servants, they brought from the Dread fort.

Things had been grower tenser, if possible, recently with Sansa escaping and the possibility of Ramsay’s own replacement if this baby was a son. You were glad Sansa had escaped but even more grateful no one had found out you had smuggled her notes.

Roose Bolton didn’t even ask you to pour the wine, just tapped the rim of his cup. You topped it up as he, Ramsay, and another Lord discussed the Snow dilemma. “My lord,” you bowed your head as you walked away. the jug was empty, so you excused yourself to refill it.

You went as quickly as you could, not wishing to spark his temper which had been easier recently. However, as you crept through the open door you had to hold back a gasp when you saw Roose Bolton’s glassy eyes staring at you in shock as Ramsay plunged the knife into his stomach a second time before shoving his father to the ground.

Your eyes then turned to the Maester. His gaze met yours and the moment it did you stepped back, turning to place your back flush against the wall beside the door, praying the other two had not noticed you. “Send ravens to the houses of the north,” Ramsay began to instruct him, “Tell them he was poisoned by our enemies,”

The words began to ring hollow in your ear as your breathing grew rough. However, seven words snapped you out your daze, “Find my brother and make it swift,”

You felt your feet carry you away before you could stop yourself, still holding the flagon of wine. You had to find her but as you wandered the halls you found your mind clouding over, unable to recall what room she’d been moved to for the birth. As you began to rush to the servants’ quarters you felt a hand clamp over your mouth, another around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. The jug fell to the ground with a clatter as the finest wine in the north spilt on the dirty stone.

“Don’t scream little mouse,” Ramsay’s voice whispered in your ear. “It won’t do you any good,” he said, removing his hand slowly from your mouth.

“My lord. How can I- “

“You never came back with the wine,” he tutted, “I missed your pretty face,”

“I had to fetch a fresh barrel- “

“Liar,” he hissed in your ear, biting your lobe and making you gasp, “What did you see? and don’t lie to me this time,” he added when you went to speak.

You swallowed hard as his hand moved to hold your neck gently, but you had seen how tight his grip could be, “I say Roose Bolton die my lord. Poisoned by our enemies,”

His chuckled vibrated up his chest making the hair on your neck stand up. You gasped when his hand suddenly turned you to face him, your face just an inch from his, “I’m going to have some fun with you little mouse,”

-

“Where are we?” you asked in a shaky voice as Ramsay led you down a narrow set of stairs.

They led to a single wooden door which he creaked open with a smile, “Ladies first,” he said.

This was it. you were going to die. You walked into the room, and you felt your blood drain. “My lord please no,” you began to beg, “I’ll tell no one I swear. I know nothing, nothing at all. I am just some stupid servant my lord no one would believe me anyway,” you stuttered, your eyes locked on the X shaped cross.

You heard his laugh, but your eyes would not fall from the cross. “Your silly little girl,” he mumbled in your ear. His arms moved to wrap around your waist, your back pressed against his hard chest as he began to walk you over to the cross, “I do not wish to hurt you,” he said, gently spinning you to face him, “Unless you make me of course. but you won’t do that, will you?” he asked, brushing the stray hairs out your face.

“No, my lord,” you whispered, your eyes locked on his.

A small smirk appeared on his lips, “Good. Now strip,”

“What- “

“Did I stutter?” he asked, cutting you off as his head dipped down till his lips were brushing against yours with each word, “Take those rags off and behave. Or I may just have to reconsider my offer to let you live,” he said, leaning back so you could begin to pull at the strings of your dress, “It’d be a shame too. I always liked when it was you serving me. Even if you can be slow at times,” he said, suddenly grabbing the dress round the collar and ripping it.

You gasped as he tore the dress more, pulling it down your body till it pooled to the floor, “That’s better now, isn’t it?” he asked, his head hanging low as his eyes scanned your body. His hands moved to run up your waist, squeezing it gently before moving further up to graze your tits. He groaned as he squeezed them, and you gasped at the feeling, but you felt a weird sensation growing in your stomach.

This was wrong. Everything about it from the way he walked you back till your back hit the wooden cross to the way his eyes scanned your naked frame. It was wrong, dirty, and shameful, but you couldn’t help but moan as he twisted your nipples between his fingers.

Ramsay chuckled when you did so, his eyes lifting to meet yours making a flush form on your cheeks, “Perhaps you’re not as innocent as you looked little one,” he teased, his hands falling from your tits to gently run down your arms.

Suddenly he grabbed your wrist, slamming it against the wood making you whimper as he began to attach the first restraint. You watched his concentrated eyes as he did up the straps before moving to do the next one.

He began to sink to his knees, kissing down your chest then stomach and thighs as he went. He grabbed your ankle gently, kissing the top of your foot as he did the strap around your ankle. A chill ran down your spine at how exposed you suddenly felt as he did the final strap up.

Ramsay lifted his gaze before standing slowly with a smirk. You couldn’t even question it before you felt his fingers run up your slit making you gasp, “Now if I’m to keep you,” he began, speaking slowly as his nose ran up your neck till he could whisper in your ear, “You will need to prove yourself to me after your little stunt. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lord,”

“And if you disobey- “

“I won’t,” you cut him off this time. his head snapped to the side till his gaze was meeting yours, “I won’t disobey you, my lord. Never, not in a thousand years,”

“Really?” he said, leaning his body against yours as his fingers began to rub slow circles on your clit.

“Yes, my lord. I swear it,”

Ramsay’s lips skimmed along your neck before he began to suck dark marks along your neck, all while his fingers worked on your bundle of nerves making you want to clamp your legs together, but you couldn’t. “Already so worked up,” he tutted, his lips moving to your jaw, biting at the skin making you gasp, “So desperate for me,” he said, moving his fingers from your clit making you wine before pushing them in slowly.

He continued leaving bites along your skin as his fingers curled inside you, teasingly slow making you pull on your restraints more with each curl. You felt your cunt squeeze around his fingers and just as you felt your peak approaching, he ripped his fingers out. You couldn’t help but whine at the loss. A quick slap to your cunt swiftly followed making you gasp, “Don’t be greedy now,” Ramsay growled as his hand moved to untie the string of his trousers.

“Yes, my lord, sorry my lord,” you said your eyes moving to the ceiling to avoid his steely gaze, but his hand moved to grip your jaw.

He brought your eyes back down to his, “Look at me,” he said, meanwhile his hand moved to stroke his hardening cock. He smirked as your eyes stared into his, “Good girl,” he said, moving to press a kiss to your cheek.

The tenderness was interrupted by his tip pushing into your hole. A soft whimper fell from your lips making him groan, his head falling to the crook of your neck. He pushed in further, grunted as he did so, “So tight,” he mumbled against your skin as his cock began to stretch you out.

You gasped as he sunk himself all the way in, biting your lip as you tried to adjust but he wasted no time before his hips began to buck. His hands moved to grab your hips, his fingers sinking into your flesh so hard you wondered if it would bruise. You couldn’t bring yourself to care however when you felt a knot tightening in your stomach.

His hands moved to grab your tits, squeezing them harshly before pinching your nipples making you moan. “Yes,” he groaned, kissing up your neck, “Moan my name like the desperate girl you are,” “Ramsay,” you moaned, and you felt his hips speed up their pace. You moaned it louder when he began to roll your nipples between his fingers.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “such a good girl,” he praised as a hand slipped from your tit only to move to find your clit again.

He rubbed harsh quick circles on it which only made the knot tighten further. Your arms and legs pulled on the restraints, your body desperately wanting to tense at the growing sensation spreading through your stomach. Ramsay chuckled at your attempts, however.

Your cunt began to squeeze around his cock, your peak threatening to spill at any moment as his hips snapped against yours. you gasped as you felt your peak hit your body and couldn’t hold back the moan that left your lips as Ramsay continued to fuck you through it.

The feeling of you coming undone around him though only seemed to drive him crazier as his pace increased and his hand moved from your tit to hold your throat. He squeezed your neck, pushing your head up so he could kiss your jaw at the same time. it only took a few more thrusts before he finally spilled, unable to hold off any longer.

Ramsay practically collapsed against you, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he caught his breath. After a few moments he pulled back, pulling himself out at the same time. he pushed the hair out of your face, holding your jaw gently as his eyes scanned your bruised and bitten skin.

A smirk found its way on to his face, “Yes,” he murmured, his eyes finally meeting yours again, “I think I just might keep you little mouse,”

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Lord Bolton

"'Let's play a game. Which body part do you need the least?"

You groan and open your eyes, quickly realizing you are strapped to a wooden X. There is a man standing in front of you. His black curly hair drooped over his forehead. His eyes are icy, and his sharp teeth curl into a grin. In his hand, he holds a flaying knife.

"Well, well, well, look who is finally awake. And right on cue! Are you going to beg me to let you go?" He coos. His eyes scan your body, which is barely covered by a thin white cloth wrapped around your curves. You blink your eyes rapidly, trying to take in your surroundings. You are hit with a pang of fear, radiating through your gut and throat. "Where am I?" You ask, hoarsely. Your head starts rolling around, trying to find some sort of hint to where you are.

The man steps forward and grabs your chin, tilting your head to face him. He licks his lips before grinning again. "You're in my keep. Did you think you could escape me that easily? I have taken a special interest in you." He drags the blade of his knife gently across your bare shoulder, snaking the blade underneath the white cloth hanging from your other shoulder. He grazes your collarbones and the blade disappears under the fabric, gently kissing your chest.

You grind your teeth together, trying to turn away from his grasp. You are able to dart your eyes around the room and remember your surroundings. You were being held captive by the Boltons at the Dreadfort. You use context clues to determine that this must be Roose Bolton's bastard son, Ramsay. His eyes pierce into your soul as you bring your gaze back to him. "Leave me be. Let me go, Ramsay." You beg.

He shakes his head, his curls flop with his disappointed frown. He leans in close to you, his breath licking your cheek. "You are in no position to be making demands. The questions here are going to be asked by me, and the answers are going to be given by you. Now-" He takes a step back, holds his hands in front of him, and grins. He isn't far from you, but he has let go of your face. "Where were you going? You are mine, you know. I didn't say you could escape."

You spit. Your saliva hits him on the cheek, and he doesn't flinch as it slides down his face. He continues to grin, his eyes staring deep into you. "I'm not yours. I belong to no one." You hiss. His grin dies into a firm, gritted teeth scowl. His jaw muscles tense up as he uses the back of his hand to wipe your spit from his cheek. He steps forward and grabs your chin so hard that you yelp.

"Wrong answer." Escapes his clenched jaw. "Let's give that another try, shall we?" His grin appears again as he resumes his position, hands clasped in front of him. "Where. Were. You. Going?" He speaks to you as if you were a child, a slight coo in his voice.

His eyes dart back and forth from each of yours, his teeth grinding. His gaze is enough to force you to answer. "I don't know. I was running away. I don't want to be a prisoner." His eyes widen at your honesty. He cracks his knuckles before taking the step forward once again. His hand caresses your cheek, wiping away one of your tears.

"Well, you are a prisoner. I am your captor. A pretty thing like you belongs under the protection of a lord..." His eyes wander down your body, and you feel his gaze tracing down your midsection like fire. He leans in, and his fingertips make their way to your neck. He doesn't quite choke you, but his fingers dance around on your neckline. His lips are inches from your face as he whispers, "You're safe with me. Nobody will hurt you...except me of course!" His face rips into that sadistic grin, his eyes wide.

You turn your head, not wanting to look at his face. "I'd like to tie you up here instead, Ramsay." He is taken aback once again by your blunt statement. He chuckles as he examines you. "You're a brave girl. I know your type, you wildling whore. Except, you forgot one thing." He stepped even closer to you, his chest pressing against your body. His hand once again grabs your chin, and he forces you to meet his eyes. "I have the power here." He whispers. "You were captured and now, you are mine. The sooner you accept it, the sooner the pleasure begins. And you are to call me Lord Bolton" Without missing a beat, his lips crash into yours. His hand quickly makes its way to the nape of your neck where he grabs a fistful of your hair. Your head is now under his control, to swivel on his demand. He pulls your head to the side, giving him full access to your neck.

He begins kissing your neck, your exposed skin is so soft and gentle that he groans while sucking on it. He pulls your hair once again, making your head swivel back to face him. He begins kissing you passionately, pressing his chest into your body. You give in and begin kissing him back. His tongue slides into your mouth, and you can feel your body reacting to his passion. Your mind knows he is evil, but your body is enjoying his control.

You hate this feeling. The next moment, you bite down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. He pulls away from you, eyes wild. He spits the blood out onto the floor of the keep and looks back at you. "You're a feisty whore. Did you enjoy that kiss? I know you did."

He leans forward to kiss you again, but before his lips can meet yours, you scream. "Get off of me!" You begin thrashing around, lurching your body forward, trying to loosen the grip his chains have on you. Although you are being constrained on the wooden X, you do make quite the clatter from your struggle.

Ramsay laughs and pushes your back into the wood with both of his hands on your hips. Your lower back aching as it is slammed into the wood. "Terrible attempt! I am going to enjoy every moment of this." He forces another kiss on your lips. His mouth tastes like blood. Before you can turn away, his hand finds your neck. He wraps his hand around your throat and keeps your head steady. "You are going to learn to enjoy this." He groans into your mouth.

"If you want me to enjoy this, take me down from here. I can't stay up here." You had intended for it to come out as a demand, but it came out more like a whine since his hand was around your throat so tightly. He stops kissing you and leans back just enough to be able to look at you. His eyes are wide, full of wild energy.

"Are you trying to manipulate me? Pretty girl, you should know that your word doesn't matter in here. You do not give orders in my keep." He exhales a sigh as his free hand makes its way up your leg, traveling towards your inner thigh. His hand disappears under the fabric. You stare at him, trying to disguise your anger. Maybe if you play into his game, he will let you down. Your body was aching to be let loose. Plus... maybe if you were not in such an uncomfortable position, maybe you COULD enjoy what he was going to do to you. You knew it was going to happen regardless.

His hand reaches your inner thigh, just inches away from your sensitive parts. You feel yourself twitching for a touch, aching for his hand to find its way... What were you thinking?! This man was evil. You tried to control your thoughts. Ramsay is still so close to her face, his breathing is controlled and calm.

You stretch forward and initiate a kiss. Your lips slam into his. Ramsay inhales sharply through his nose. You are proud of yourself for catching him off guard. His breathing turns heavy as you kiss him. His hand starts inching up your thigh, so close to your crotch. You can tell that you are dripping wet from the warmth that is radiating from your pussy. You continue kissing him, releasing little moans into his mouth. Ramsay breaks off the kiss and whispers. "Perhaps I should give you a little taste of what will happen if I take you off of this X."

You nod slowly, not quite sure of what he means. He drops to his knees, and you inhale sharply. Oh. Gods. He looks up at you as he slowly leans forward, his mouth about to meet your folds. He is breathing slowly and carefully, you can feel his breath licking your inner thighs. You lean your head back and prepare yourself to feel his tongue on you.

You hear Ramsay shuffling in his cloak, and you open your eyes to see him standing in front of you. Your brow furrows as you realize you are not about to be licked like you had prepared for. "Disappointed?" He teases. "Please Ramsay-"

You didn't mean to answer him, but the pleading just escaped your mouth on its own. His eyes widened. "Ah." He grinned. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy my game. Call me Lord Bolton and I will keep playing." You shake your head. You don't want to recognize him as your Lord. He chuckles, enjoying their interaction. "Alright then." He spins on his heels and you realize he is about to leave the keep. Your eyes widen, realizing that your body is aching for him. You want him to stay. You want him to continue. "Wait!"

Your shout was louder than you expected, echoing in the cold room. Ramsay stops in his tracks. "Yes?" He coos, not even turning around. You know he is grinning without having to see his face. Your mind raced as you thought of what to say, how to keep him interested.

"Don't you want a real challenge?" You begin. "You only won because I am tied up here. Don't you want a real reward? It's no reward when I am like this...It makes it easy on you. Let me down and I can show you what a real challenge can feel like... A real reward for you."

Ramsay doesn't answer right away, and he just stands there for what feels like minutes. He slowly turns around and gives your body a scan from bottom to top. "Hmm." He cocks his head to the side. You feel your body tensing, begging for his touch to come back. "I like your attitude, girl." He begins stepping towards you. You feel relief as you realize that your plan worked. He starts to untie you.

Suddenly, you fall to the ground. You let out a scream as your body adjusts to being free again. Your knees ache from hitting the keep's floor, but you are thankful to have the ability to move around. You look up at Ramsay as he stands over you. He chuckles as he grabs your wrists and yanks you to your feet. You feel like you can't walk, your legs are weak from the X and...also from the begging feeling between them.

You stumble into Ramsay as you stand. His strong arms wrap around you. You look at him, his face gentle as soft, which is different. You decide to make your move. You run your fingers through his curly hair and give him a slight tug when you reach the nape of his neck. You hold the sides of his face and kiss him with passion. Ramsay kisses you back, his hands pulling at the fabric that is covering you.

"That's it. Take what you want." He kisses you harder, his mouth rough and demanding. His teeth nibble into your lower lip. He shoves his tongue deep into your mouth. You take a risk, one of your hands snakes around his chest and wraps around his throat. You gently choke Ramsay. He groans into your kisses, and his hands grip your hips. "You're feisty. I like that. I will have to teach you a lesson, you wildling whore."

You pull back from the kiss and smack him hard across the face. You're even stunned by this, but Ramsay's eyes are wild with pleasure. "Do not call me a whore. I am not A whore. I am YOUR whore." You try to recover why you just smacked him. His cheek was red, and he was grinning. "Do it again." He demands.

You smack him hard on the other cheek, his cheeks both stinging red. You've unlocked something in him, you can feel his erection as he pushes his body closer to yours again. "That felt good." He groaned between his teeth. "I want you to try to hurt me." He pushes his face into yours for a kiss. You bite his bottom lip immediately and twist it in your teeth. "Ah!" He yells.

"Now we're talking." He chuckles as blood drips down his chin. He groans in arousal as you start biting his neck. "You're good at this." He pulls your face to meet his and starts kissing you. You decide to continue playing his game. "I want to hurt you. I want to please you. Is there a difference?" You wrap both of your hands firmly around Ramsay's neck. His eyes widen as you squeeze.

You can sense the fierce desire in his eyes as he bites his own lip. He hisses from the pain of biting his own wounded lip, "There is no difference at all. I want you to surrender to your every dark desire with me." You take a step back from Ramsay. You look him up and down. His erection is pressing against his trousers, and you notice his breathing is heavy. "Take off your shirt." You demand.

Ramsay raises an eyebrow and does as he is asked. "If you want to play this game, I am ready." He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it on the floor. His pale, muscular body heaves with his breaths as he stares at you. His stare reminds you of the way a predator looks at their prey.

You step forward, running your fingers down his chest. You start to untie his trousers. "You want me to hurt you, My Lord? I will hurt you." He stares down at your hands undoing his laced pants, his cock pressing against the laces. "I like where this is headed." Ramsay groans. He looked back up at you with fierce eyes. He pushes you into the corner of the keep. There is a corner hidden away with pelts on the floor. He pushes you down, on your knees. He quickly finishes undoing his trousers and letting them drop to the floor with a clang. His knives fall to the floor with them.

His naked body now stands looming over you, his cock hard and begging to be touched. You reach your hand forward to wrap it around his throbbing cock, but he stops you with his hand grabbing your wrist. "Ah, ah, ah." He shakes his head. "Not so fast. I don't want you using your hands. Do you think you can please me with just your mouth?" He asks.

You feel a surge of adrenaline shoot through your body, eager to prove your worth. You finally push the fabric off your body, allowing it to pool at your knees, releasing your bare chest. You lean in forward, mouth open, ready to take in his cock. Your face is stopped by his hand grabbing your jaw. You peer up towards him, his face angry. "I asked you a question." He snarled. "Will you be able to please me with just your mouth? Or will I have to find someone better?"

You nodded, your mouth watering. You've never wanted to please someone so badly. You craved his cock in your throat. His grip on your jaw tightened. "Be a good talker for me. Answer me with words." You realized that a simple nod wouldn't be good enough. "Yes. Yes, My Lord. Let me please you." You whined. The desperation in your voice made Ramsay's cock twitch.

He let go of your jaw and put his hands behind his back. "Well then, let's see you try." He smiled and gently pushed his hips forward, bringing his hard cock to your lips. You eagerly began kissing the head, sloppy and wet. He moaned as you began flicking your tongue on the tip during the kisses. "Show me what a good girl you can be for me."

You were thrilled to be pleasing him, especially at your own pace. You began gently taking him in your mouth, slowly and passionately. You could hear him breathing heavily and grinding his teeth. You stopped to look up at him and tease him. You ran your teeth over his tip. You rubbed your puckered lips over the head of his cock, watching him look down at you. You expected him to moan and lurch his hips towards your face. Instead, his eyes turned wild and he grabbed your hair in his fists. "I'm growing impatient."

Ramsay pushes your head, shoving his whole cock into your mouth. It slides into your throat with ease, filling your mouth. You immediately gag and try to pull back, but his hands have a firm grip on your hair, forcing you to stay exactly where he wants. He lets out a loud groan as he manipulates your movements, making your head bob up and down on his entire length. Your body is rejecting such a sudden change, causing you to gag and sputter. He pulls out, his cock dripping with saliva. You gasp for air and drool all over yourself. He moves your hair out of the way and slaps his cock on your cheek.

He has a crazed expression in his eyes as he slowly lowers himself to the pelts, on his knees with you. He pulls the fabric that was once covering you into his hands. He wipes your face off, almost lovingly. "Take some deep breaths." He nods and smiles as he continues to wipe the wetness off your face, almost kindly. You feel like there is no way this is the same man that was just slamming his cock into your throat. You don't argue with him as you regain your breathing.

Ramsay puts one of his arms behind your back and slowly lowers you to lie down flat on your back. The pelts are surprisingly thick, cushioning you both from the cold floor of the keep. You feel hidden away with Ramsay, like you are in your secret world with him. The only light is from the flickering of the fire nearby. You take a moment to look at him. He is so handsome, his muscular arms are now on either side of your face, and you realize his body is between your legs. His curls fall perfectly as he looks down at you. His eyes are serious, but not looking evil at the moment. "I want to take your breath away once again, but in a different way." He whispers.

He balls up the fabric he was wiping your face with and places it underneath your hips, allowing your pussy to be just slightly raised, perfect for him to prepare to bury his face in. Your heart starts pounding as you prepare for him to finally please you. You feel like you've been waiting forever. You shut your eyes and you hear him chuckle. You can tell he is lying down on the pelts just below you, and he places his hands on your outer thighs. His curls tickle the skin on your inner thighs and you can feel his breath on your folds.

He starts kissing your inner thighs, immediately making you inhale sharply. "Gods, you are so wet and I haven't even touched you yet." He groans from between your legs. You're slightly embarrassed but can't help yourself. You can feel that you're soaked and warm. Your body has never ached for someone like this. His arms snake around your outer thighs, and his hands settle on your lower stomach, right above your crotch. He is holding you down firmly.

His tongue finally licks your pussy, gently and slowly. He starts burying his face in you. He is licking and sucking you perfectly and Gods does it feel good. His rhythm is steady as he moans into you. The vibrations from his moan cause you to tremble. His curls still tickling your inner thighs. He moves one hand away from your midsection and pulls your leg, opening your legs for him. You hadn't noticed you were already clenching your legs closed around his head. "Sorry, my lord." You groaned.

He didn't answer as he was swirling his tongue around you. You were moaning and arching your back. It's a good thing his other hand was holding you down or else you may have floated to the ceiling. The hand that was holding your leg moved to your pussy and he inserted two fingers into you. They slid in with ease, but they filled you up. Your body was aching for more. You sighed as he curled his fingers, finding your pleasure. You started grinding on his fingers as he sucked on your clit. You felt like you were on the brink of a climax already, your body had been aching for this. "Ramsay-" You moaned.

He pulled his face away from you and left you aching. He slid his fingers out and you groaned at the empty aching they left in you. He pulled the fabric out from under you and wiped his face off with it before throwing it aside. "Did you like that?" He coos as he lays next to you on the pelt. His cock is still hard and wet from your lips. You only nod and complain with whines. "Now, don't worry, I am not finished with you." He reads your mind.

He motions with his hand for you to come here. You carefully roll over, and sit on top of him. He is flat on his back and bends his knees, giving your back a bit of support. "Now that I know how badly you want me, I want you to fuck me." He says as he reaches up and caresses your breasts. "I'll allow you to take control here." He nods at you, giving you approval to start.

You start sliding your pussy over his hard cock, just gliding and teasing. It feels so good as it hits your clit and you can tell he wants you to put it inside. His hands find your hips and he squeezes your love handles. You whisper to him, "I am going to make you mine."

He softly smiles. "Happily, my lady." You reach down and guide his head into your pussy. Once it is past your lips, you know you can let go and let your body do the rest. You gently slide down onto his cock, and his jaw relaxes as he exhales "Fuck."

You let his cock fill you completely and you stay still, letting your body get used to the burning sensation from being stretched. "Kiss me," Ramsay demands, his eyes cloudy with pleasure. You lean forward and start kissing him passionately. Ramsay's tongue is in your mouth almost immediately, he is desperate for more. His hands move from your hips to your ass as he spreads you open, and starts thrusting his cock in and out of you. You bite his lip hard and pull away from the kiss. "I thought I was in charge, what are you doing?" You question him. You get a surge from being dominant over a man who is known to be in charge. He whines as he stops his thrusts. He wraps his arms around your hips and pulls you down on him. "I can't help myself."

You lock lips once again in a deep, passionate kiss. You sink your nails into his shoulder and he groans. He presses his lips against yours even more intensely. You begin the slow motions with your hips, letting his cock almost slide entirely out of you before plunging deeply back inside. Ramsay is in heaven. You feel wildly powerful.

His breathing becomes deeper as you pick up the pace, but still moving fairly slowly. You sit tall on his cock, and you reach your hands to his throat. You wrap both of your hands around his throat and push down, choking him into the pelt. His eyes shoot open and he smiles as you choke him. "Harder" He groans. You choke him harder as you start riding him even faster. You feel a wave of power come over you and you slap him across the face with one of your hands before returning it to his neck. His eyes are glazed over with pleasure. "Harder!" He barks.

You slap him again and start bouncing up and down on his cock. You are staring deep into his eyes. He wets his lips with his tongue and groans as you change the motion, now rocking back and forth on him. He digs his fingertips into your hips. "More! I am nearly there."

You are sweaty and growing tired. Your sore body can only take so much. He notices you slow and catch your breath. Ramsay chuckles and pulls you forward with his hands on your hips. "Don't you dare stop pleasing me. Please. Use your teeth while you catch your breath." He leans his head to the side, exposing his neck to you. "It feels so good." He looks at you and raises his eyebrows, wanting you to bite the skin where his neck and shoulder meet.

You lean forward and bite down on Ramsay's skin and you don't let go. You are drooling on his neck and he moans. He lifts you a bit with his arms, giving him the space so he can fuck you while you rest. He starts pumping in and out of you, but he can't thrust his full length from this position. You release your bite and start to roll, he follows and switches so he is on top of you. "Oh, you look so pretty like this." He coos as he watches your cheeks flush.

He uses his hands to hold himself up and he starts fucking you. It feels amazing. His cock fills you up perfectly, and you submit underneath him. He pumps hard and fast, but his eye contact does not break. "I could fuck you all day." He groans. You can feel your body approaching a climax.

"You're getting closer." He points it out. He can read your pleasure on your face. He keeps the pace and lowers his face, burying himself in your neck. He starts kissing your ear and you can hear his breath catch in his throat. "I want you to cum for me...but not yet" He whispers, his lips grazing over your ear. You feel the knot begin to tighten in your body. You are aching to release your orgasm. "Ramsay, please..." You begin to beg until he stops fucking you. His cock deep inside you, you cry out from the sudden lack of friction.

"Lord Bolton." He whispers. "Call me Lord Bolton and I will continue fucking you." You cry out, desperate for more. You start moving your hips underneath him in an attempt to keep the pleasure going. He slips out of you, unhappy with your reaction. "Do I have to ask a second time?" He asks through gritted teeth. The evil wickedness is back in his voice. You look at him, his eyes wildly scanning your face. "I hate asking a second time."

You desperately claw at his chest. "Lord Bolton! Lord Bolton!" He grins at your defeat. "Lord Bolton what?" He teases you with the head of his cock, slowly inserting it inside you. You growl at his cruel games.

"Lord Bolton, keep fucking me, ple-" He cuts you off by shoving his cock back inside you, it feels even better than before. You scream as he immediately starts fucking you so hard and fast. Your climax is about to spill over, and he knows it. He yanks your hair, causing your head to fall to the side. "You're mine." He breathes into your neck. You can't hold it back any longer. You begin to cum. Ramsay fucks you through your orgasm, his pace not changing despite your cries and moans. "I am nearly there." He groans. A few more pumps in and out and Ramsay's pace gets erratic. He moans as he shoves his cock into you deeply. He cums deep inside you, his hips bucking as he fills you up. His face is buried in your neck as he groans and catches his breath.

He regains his composure and pulls himself out of you. He flops down beside you and chuckles. "Gods, that was good." He is glistening with sweat and his chest heaves. You can't help but stare at him. His tongue wetting his lips, his Adam's apple lurchs when he swallows. His curls are wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead. His eyes stare at the ceiling, icy blue and returning to reality. He looks at you.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asks, his voice almost sweet, as if he truly cares to know. "Yes, Rams...Yes, Lord Bolton." You look at him, his lips curl into a grin when you call him that. "Good. You learn fast."

[motleycrueobsessed]

Masterlist (revamped!)

Who i will write for!

-Tommy Lee

-Nikki Sixx

-Mick Mars

-Vince Neil

-Joan Jett

-Kurt Cobain

-Jason Dean

-Veronica Sawyer

-Heather Chandler

-Heather Duke

(I wont write for mcnamara because i dont know her well!!)

-Douglas booth! Sixx

-MGK! Lee

-Daniel Webber! Neil

-Iwan Rheon! Mars

-Kristian Stewert! Jett

-Slash

-Axl Rose

+ If you want to request someone whos not on here, just send me an ask and ill see what i can do!! 🖤

Kinks / Weird shit i wont write for

Watersports. (Piss/scat kinks)

Pedophilia.

No stepcest.

Noncon.

Heavy on the noncon.

If your unsure of something, just ask! If im uncomfortable with writing it, i wont write it.

Tommy lee:

None

Nikki sixx:

None

Mick mars:

None

Vince Neil:

None

Joan Jett:

Kurt Cobain:

None

Jason Dean:

None

Veronica Sawyer:

None

Heather C:

None

Heather D:

None

DB! Sixx:

None

MGK! Lee:

None

DW!Neil:

None

IR!Mars:

None

KS!Jett:

None

Slash :

None

Axl Rose:

None

I have like no motivation, so please be patient with my posts!

also pls send me asks i will probably write so much more if i get asks

Anon family!!

-🥁

-🫨

[littlecrow-rogue]

Trough the Lens: A Mötley Crüe fanfiction - Chapter One

Hi!

So the other day I made a post aboute writing a Mötley Crüe Nikki Sixx x OC fanfiction.

I did it!

I am bit nerves posting it cause english is not my first language so this was a bit hard, and even tho I asked some help from Google and transolaters to fix my grammer mistakes probobly there are still some mistakes left or wrong usage of words. But I hope it's still enjoyable.

If you read this have fun and let me know if you think and if you'd like a second chapter for it.

XoX - V

Chapter 1: "The Beginning"

The band members of Mötley Crüe sat huddled around a cluttered table in Nikki's flat, the air thick with anticipation and the remnants of their brainstorming session. Empty beer bottles mingled with scattered papers, evidence of their search for the perfect promotional plan and a testament to the chaos of their creative minds.

Tommy tapped his fingers impatiently against the table, his dark eyes darting restlessly around the room in search for inspiration. The weight of their first gig hung heavy in the air, a silent reminder of the task at hand.

Suddenly, Nikki's voice shattered the silence, cutting through the haze of uncertainty that had settled over them.

"Alright, guys, time to get down to business," he declared, his tone commanding attention.

Vince lounged back with a smirk, tossing out a suggestion that earned a mixture of amusement and disdain

"A little spray-painted graffiti on the side of Sunset Boulevard could drum up some serious buzz”

Nikki shook his head with a wry smile.

"As much as I appreciate the guerrilla marketing approach, we need something more polished," he said, running a hand through his tousled hair as he leaned forward, his gaze fixed on his bandmates.

Mick nodded in agreement.

Nikki arched an eyebrow, his gaze locking onto Tommy’s with a curious intensity.

"Do you have any ideas, Tommy?"

A mischievous grin spread across Tommy's face as he leaned back in his chair, confidence radiating from every pore.

"Actually, I do," he declared, capturing the attention of his bandmates.

"My sister, Katie, she's a photographer. She could help us make some flyres with some killer shoots."

The mention of Tommy's sister piqued the band's interest. They had heard stories about Katie Lee, Tommy mentioned her a lot, but none of them had ever met her.

Mick, ever the pragmatist, cut to the heart of the matter with a single question.

"Is she any good?" he asked, his skepticism evident in his gravelly voice.

Tommy's response was immediate.

"She's incredible," he declared, his voice brimming with pride.

"She's been working as a photographer in downtown LA for the past two years, but she has been obsessed with photography since we were kids. Trust me, guys, she's the real deal. "

Vince grinned.

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go pay Katie a visit and see if she can work her magic for us."

As their car glided to a halt in front of SutterLux Studios, the first thing that caught their eyes was the imposing sign, polished to a mirror like perfection, a testament to the studio's prestige as it boldly announced its name to the world. It stood as a beacon of elegance amidst the bustling cityscape, its modern architecture a symphony of clean lines and sleek facades that mesmerized passersbys. Every detail, from the smooth curvature of the walls to the precise symmetry of the windows, spoke of craftsmanship and artistry that left an indelible impression on all who saw it. Surrounding the entrance, a meticulously curated garden, a lush oasis of greenery, provided a tranquility to the building's exterior.

As they stepped out of their car, the band's rock and roll style clashed brilliantly with the polished surroundings. Leather jackets, ripped jeans, and a smattering of tattoos made for a striking contrast against the backdrop of elegance.

Stepping into the studio, they were greeted by a receptionist girl seated at a marble-topped desk, her workspace packed with notepads and notebooks in neat order wich spoke volumes about her attention to detail. With a shy smile playing on her lips, she chirped a warm welcome, while her eyes scaned the group of men before her.

"Welcome to SutterLux! What can I help you?” her voice was light and airy.

Tommy leaned casually against the desk, flashing his trademark grin as he addressed her.

"Hey there, we're here to see Katie Lee. Is she available?" he inquired, his voice laced with confidence.

The receptionist's bashfulness only added to her charm as she inquired about their appointment, her eyes flitting towards the calendar as she searched for any openings.

"I'm her brother, and I just want to talk to her if she's free," Tommy explained with a nonchalant shrug, his charm evident in every word.

Recognition flickerd on the receptionist's face as she realized who Tommy was

"Oh, you're Katie's brother Tommy? She's mentioned you," she remarked, her shy tone melting into a warm, friendly demeanor.

"Let me see if she's available. Please take a seat. I'll be right back."

With a graceful gesture towards the plush black sofas on the other side, she disappeared into the depths of the studio, leaving the band members alone in the lobby. The air crackled with anticipation as Vince, Mick, and Nikki exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to expect when they finally met Katie Lee.

As the receptionist girl reappeared with Katie by her side, the room seemed to brighten with her presence. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall of flames, framing her face with an aura of vibrant energy. Her eyes twinkled with a mischievous sparkle, and every step she took radiated confidence.

"Tommy!" Katie exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine delight as she enveloped her brother in a tight hug.

"What are you doing here?"

Tommy returned the hug with equal enthusiasm, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

"We came to see you, sis," he replied, pulling back to gaze at her with fondness.

"Who’s we?” she asked couriously as her gaze shifted to the other men standing behind Tommy, her smile widening at the sight of them.

"Nikki, Vince, and Mick," Tommy introduced, gesturing to each member of the band in turn. "Guys, this is my sister, Katie."

The band members exchanged greetings with Katie, their admiration for her evident in their eyes. Her easygoing demeanor and magnetic charm left an impression on each of them, drawing them in with her infectious energy.

"Do you have a little time to spare for us sis?” Tommy asked eagerly.

"I hope so.” Katie replied with a grin.

"Sam, when's my next client scheduled to arrive?" Katie turned to the receptionist girl, who quickly returned to her desk.

Sam scanned the schedule and checked the clock on the wall before responding,

"You've got about an hour and twenty minutes until your next appointment."

Katie nodded thoughtfully.

"Great. In that case, why don't we head over to that coffee shop down the street? We can grab a table and chat," she suggested, turning back to the band with a warm smile.

"Sounds like a plan," Tommy cheered, his excitement matching hers as they left the building.

As Katie and the band strolled down the bustling streets of downtown LA, the city pulsed with an electrifying vitality and amidst the vibrant chaos, they sought refuge at a quaint corner table in a cozy café, where the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them like a warm embrace.

After placing their orders, Nikki leaned forward, his piercing blue eyes fixed on Katie.

"So, Katie, Tommy's been singing your praises as a kickass photographer," his voice as smooth as silk. "We're on the hunt for someone with your skills to help us make a splash with our upcoming gig."

Katie nodded, her interest piqued.

"I'm all ears," she replied, leaning back in her chair.

Tommy, unable to contain his excitement, leaned forward eagerly.

"We've headlining at the Starwood Club next month," he announced, a grin spreading across his face. "But we're not just looking to play; we want to rock the joint!"

"And to light up that stage, we need some badass posters, flyers, and all that jazz, something that draws  a lot of people in" Vince chimed in, his voice hyped.

Katie soaked up their vibe, a glint of excitement dancing in her eyes.

"Consider it done" she declared, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"But first could guys maybe show some of your music for me? Just to get a better image of Mötley Crüe.”

The band exchanged looks, a smirk playing on their lips.

"We'll crank up the amps and give you a taste," Tommy promised, a grin spreading across his face.

"You just got a backstage pass to our sonic circus," Nikki added, a playful twinkle in his eye.

"Why don't we invite you to my place? We've got a rehearsal space set up there, so you can experience what we're all about."

Katie's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"That sounds perfect," she exclaimed, a radiant smile gracing her lips.

"Then it's settled," Mick declared with a decisive nod. "We'll make our way to Nikki's place once we're done here."

With the first part of their plan solidified, the band and Katie lingered over their drinks, their conversation flowing with easy.

As the time drew near for Katie's next appointment, the group decided to escort her back to work. Upon the arrival, Katie vanished into the studio to finish her job for the day.

As the band settled into the reception hall, time seemed to stretch out before them, each minute feeling like an eternity as they waited with for Katie's return.

At long last, the door creaked open, and Katie emerged with a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"Sorry for the wait, guys," Katie apologized, her voice carrying a note of excitement as she joined the band.

"I'm ready to roll now."

With a renewed sense of anticipation, Katie and the band made their way to Nikki's car, the excitement practically crackling in the air around them. As they headed to the Sunset Strip, Katie couldn't suppress the thrill bubbling within her, eager to delve deeper into the realm of rock 'n' roll.

Arriving at Nikki's apartment building, Katie was greeted by a surge of excitement at the thought finally getting to know the band wich her brother was part of.

As Mötley Crüe and Katie entered Nikki's flat, they were greeted by a space that perfectly encapsulated the rock 'n' roll lifestyle. Posters of iconi musicans adorned the walls, while instruments were scattered haphazardly around the room. Amplifiers hummed softly in the background, hinting at the music that was created within these walls.

The furniture was a mix of vintage pieces and modern comforts, giving the space a lived-in yet stylish vibe. A plush couch sat against one wall, its cushions worn from years of use, while a sleek bar area beckoned from the corner, stocked with an impressive array of spirits.

Nikki led the group into the room with a grin, gesturing for them to make themselves at home. "Welcome to my humble abode, where the magic happens" he said, a twinkle in his eye turning to Katie

"Make yourself comfortable."

As Katie and the rest of the band settled in, Nikki made his way to the fridge, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Alright, folks, what'll it be?" he called out, opening the fridge door to reveal an assortment of beverages.

"Beer, wine, whiskey? You name it, I've got it."

The band members exchanged glances, a collective smirk crossing their faces.

"Surprise us, Nikki," Vince replied, a playful edge to his voice.

Nikki chuckled as he retrieved a selection of drinks from the fridge, passing them out to the group with a flourish. As the band settled in with their drinks, Nikki turned to Katie with a grin.

"Are you ready for your private show, Katie?" he asked, his eyes alight with anticipation.

Katie's face broke into a wide smile.

"Absolutely," she replied, excitement coursing through her veins as she leand back comfortably in the couch, drink in hand. With a casual ease, she propped her legs up on the coffee table, fixing her gaze on the band with eager anticipation.

With that the band took their place on the stage, wich was the other side of Nikki’s living room, and launched into their first song. The music was filling the room with its raw energy. Katie's eyes danced with delight as she listened, completely captivated by the electrifying performance unfolding before her.

Song after song, Mötley Crüe poured their hearts and souls into their music, each note resonating with passion and intensity. Katie couldn't help but be swept away by the sheer talent and charisma of the band, her appreciation for their music growing with each passing moment.

As the final chords faded into silence, Tommy and Nikki took their seats on either side of Katie, their faces flushed with exhilaration. Vince and Mick settled into the armchairs surrounding the coffee table, their expressions mirroring the sense of accomplishment that filled the room.

"So, Katie, what did you think?" Nikki asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Katie's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she took a sip of her drink, considering her response.

"I loved it," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

"Each song had its own unique energy"

With the mood buoyed by Katie's praise, she launched into her ideas for the flyers and posters, drawing inspiration from the music she had just heard.

The band members listened intently, nodding in agreement as Katie outlined her vision for the promotional materials.

"I love it," Vince exclaimed, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.

"It sounds like you really understand our vibe and what we're all about."

Katie smiled, feeling a surge of pride at the band's reaction.

 "I'm glad you think so," she replied.

"I can't wait to get started and see what we can create together."

As the excitement of their collaboration filled the room, Katie and the band members of Mötley Crüe quickly settled on a date for the photoshoot.

"How about Saturday, two days from now?" Katie suggested, her eyes alight with enthusiasm.

The band members exchanged eager nods, they couldn’t wait to see Katie's vision come to life. "Sounds good to us," Nikki replied, a grin spreading across his face.

"We'll make sure we're ready to rock and roll."

With the date set and plans in motion, the group toasted to their upcoming photoshoot, excitement buzzing in the air. As they continued to chat and laugh late into the evening, Katie couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the creative journey that lay ahead.

As the evening wore on and the excitement of their collaboration began to wind down, the band members of Mötley Crüe started to make their exit.

Vince, with a mischievous glint in his eye, rose from his seat, his voice laced with playful banter.

"Alright folks, see you on Saturday. I'm off to see my girl" he declared, his announcement met with teasing cheers from the rest of the group.

Shortly there after, Mick followed suit, offering a nod of farewell before vanishing into the nocturnal embrace of the city.

Tommy glanced at his watch, realizing it was time to pick up his new flame.

"I better get going, my date is waiting" he said, flashing a grin at the others.

"New girl?” Katie asked quirosly.

"We will see” he answered with a huge smile still plaster on his face

"But before I head out, Nikki, do you mind taking Katie home?"

 "I'd be happy to make sure she gets home safely." Nikki nodded in agreement, a warm smile on his face.

Katie smiled gratefully

"Thank you, Nikki," she said

"I appreciate it."

With goodbyes exchanged Tommy dissapiered and soon after Nikki and Katie made their way down from the flat to Nikki's car, the cool night air greating them as they stepped out side. They exchanged casual banter as they walked, their laughter echoing off the surrounding buildings.

 "So, Nikki, where did you and my brother crossed paths?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Nikki's gaze drifted to the road ahead, a nostalgic smile gracing his lips as he recounted the story.

"Well, it was after I had a falling out with my former band's singer and decided to quit London," he began, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

"I was feeling pretty lost and unsure of what to do next."

He paused for a moment, lost in thought, before continuing.

"I found myself sitting in a diner, flipping through the ads of musicians looking to join a band," he explained.

"That's when Tommy walked up to me out of the blue."

A smile tugged at the corners of Nikki's lips as he recalled the memory.

"He was this cocky guy with wild hair and an even wilder personality," he said.

 "I remember him saying he had my poster on his bedroom wall” he laughed and Katie started giggeling next to him.

"And then he just seated himself infront of me and started twireling his drum sticks and as they say the rest is histroy”

Katie glanced over at Nikki, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"It's amazing how things just seem to fall into place sometimes," she remarked, her voice filled with admiration.

"It's like the universe has a way of bringing people together when they need it."

Nikki nodded in agreement, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Yeah, it's funny how life works out like that," he replied, his voice tinged with reflection. "Sometimes the most unexpected encounters can change the course of your life in ways you never imagined."

They fell into a comfortable rhythm of conversation, sharing stories and laughter as they made their way through the city streets. Before they knew it, they had arrived at Katie's apartment building, the glow of the streetlights casting a warm halo around them.

As Nikki pulled up to the curb, he turned to Katie with a smile.

"Well, here we are," he said, his tone lighthearted.

"Thanks for the company, Katie. I had a great time tonight."

Katie returned his smile, a sense of warmth and gratitude filling her chest.

"Thank you for the ride, Nikki," she replied, her voice sincere.

With a final wave goodbye, Katie stepped out of the car and watched as Nikki drove off into the night. As she made her way up to her apartment, a sense of contentment washed over her, grateful for the unexpected connection she had formed with Nikki and the band.

[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.

Taglist: @clairacassidy @valeskafics @nyotamalfoy

[francis-writes]

Can I request a oneshot for Ramsey Bolton x fem reader where the reader is a servant and Ramsey is attracted to her but doesn’t act on it and she accidentally stumbles upon him killing his father and she hides in the corner somewhere in the room and over hears him planning to kill his stepmother and brother so she tries to help them and get to them before Ramsey dose but she is unsuccessful and Ramsey discovers what she tried to do so she begs for forgiveness and he tells her he will consider it if she can prove to him why she deserves it so he takes her to the room where he flays people and has sex with her on the X-shaped cross ?

A/N: it isn't really good but in my defense, I wrote like half of it while still high on acid so...

Warnings: it's Ramsay, what do you expect

You were watching from behind the corner, praying to all the Gods so your presence would remain hidden and unnoticed. Otherwise you would end up in worse situation that those people you tried to protect.

Your were barely breathing, listening to the screams of Fat Walda. You weren't even able to look at it, just a few moments after dogs attacked her, you turned away your gaze, feeling nauseous. You would love to be wherever else, as far as possible from this place but right now there were no escape from hearing the gut-wrenching screams of agony as woman and her child were ripped apart by the hounds.

You closed your eyes, distancing yourself from overhelming reality but soon you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" Ramsay asked. His voice wasn't angry but it didn't matter. You saw him flaying people with a calm mundane voice so you never knew what's awaiting you in his presence.

"I was just walking to the kitchen-" you tried to quickly make up and excuse but Ramsay only slapped your face. You touched tour burning cheek.

"Don't lie. I heard what you were talking about with my stepmother. You came here to warn them"

You simply nodded. Whatever the punishment will be, better not make it any worse.

"Forgive me, my lord, I made a mistake... Please, show me mercy" you pleaded, avoiding looking right into his cold eyes.

Ramsay observed you with mixed feelings. Your betrayal ignited his anger, and you should pay for your lack of loyalty. But at the other hand, seeing you terrified, cowering like a beaten dog... that was a gorgeus sight.

You were on his mind for quite some time but he didn't show it before. He was only observing you wander through the halls and do your chores while he fantasized about taking you on a hunt or pulling you to the nearest bedroom. Even during the feasts, while you were serving him, he only looked, holding himself back from pulling you on his lap and sliding a hand under your dress.

"Can you prove that you deserve it?"

"Hm?" That wasn't the smartest answer. It wasn't even mediocre sensible. But you didn't expect your pleads to bring any sort of answer, except for slow and cruel death.

"If you prove that you're worth of my forgiveness, you'll receive it"

You felt on your knees, ignoring the mud staining your clothes and freezing your knees.

"Thank you my lord, I will do anything, just tell me how I can prove myself-"

Ramsay cut your monologue, pulling you from the ground and leading you inside the castle. You felt disgusted by how much you had to humiliate yourself but it was still better from tortures. Just in case it saved you from any because Ramsay went into the dungeons.

Your anxiety has increased when you entered one of the cells and you saw X-shaped cross standing in the middle. You knew well what happened to people who ended up here.

"Will you flay me?" You asked, just to make sure and spare yourself the torture of uncertainty.

"No, as long as you behave. So if you want to keep your skin, take off your clothes"

You obeyed him, though still frozen with fear. Your dress landed on the floor and you were standing in front of him completely bare. Ramsay took your hand and lead you to the cross, then he started fastening your arms to the cross with a strong rope. You could feel it pressing and scraping your skin but you gritted your teeth, trying not to make a sound.

When he finished his job, Ramsay took a knife from the table. You thought that he lied and it's gonna be your end but he started carving letters on your chest. You moaned quietly as pain pierced your body. You looked down and noticed that under blood runnig down your body, Ramsay was carving his name in your skin.

"No one will doubt now, whom I belong to" you said, not sure why but after all experienced anxiety and fear, your mind get rid of every barrier and sensible plans. You were one foot in a grave and nothing mattered anymore.

When he finished his art, Ramsay leaned over and licked your wounds. You arched your back, in mix of pain and pleasure. His warm tongue caressing your broken skin brought you some twisted form of excitement. The same one you always felt looking at Ramsay. You knew about his depravities and what he could do to you, but you couldn't help desiring him. He was alluring in a way of forest fire, that brings death and destruction, but you can't stop looking at it. You dreamed about his touch for many years but you never expect it would happen in such circumstances.

Ramsay crouched and started kissing your naked legs, going up and getting closer to your crotch. Then, out of sudden, he bit your inner thigh and you gave out a quiet scream. You didn't look at him but you were more than sure that he smiled hearing this.

He stood up, his warm calloused hands wandered across your body, caressing your belly, breast, hips and squeezing your butt.

Finally his hand wandered between your legs.

"Your already wet" he noticed with smugness in his voice "So that's what you like? Pain? Being on my mercy?"

You wanted to deny, to don't give him that knowledge. But you knew he wouldn't believe you and he would torture you until you admit it; though some of these tortures would probably turn you on.

You nodded.

He lifted your legs,  so you could embrace your hips with them. He pulled out his dick, and entered you without any preparation. Fortunately, you were already wet enough so it went smoothly. He pressed his body to you and stared thrusting. Ramsay nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and you felt his hot breath of your skin. Occasionaly, he bit your neck and shoulders. Now it was more exciting than painful, though you knew you were going to wear bruises for a long time.

He had to be very turned on because after few minutes of fucking you, he gasped and feeled you to the brim with his seed. He pulled out and you could feel his cum running down your legs.

"So... will you free me now, my lord? You asked while he was pulling on his trousers. Ramsay chuckled and walked to the table with his tools.

"If you think it's an end, you haven't been paying attention . We're gonna spend a lot of time together "

[fanficdoggo]

If I wrote smut with a sub Ramsay, would anyone be interested because I feel like he’s a dom leaning switch but if you get him in a sub mood, it would be something to genuinely behold.

[storiesforallfandoms]

handsy date ~ mick mars;the dirt

word count: 1288

request?: yes!

“Mick Mars x female reader. The reader is Nikki twin sister and he, Tommy and Vince always try to set her up with guys but shes dating mick in secret, one night she vents to mick about how she gets tired of being set up by the others but she doesn’t want Nikki to find out. So one night Mötley Crüe goes somewhere to eat but Nikki sister is on a date (Nikki, Tommy and Vince choose that place to eat so they could spy on her and her date) but her date try’s to make a move on her and before she can punch him micks telling him to back off of her and then mick and her reveal to the others that they are dating.”

description: in which they keep their relationship a secret from her brother and his bandmates, but must tell everyone after a set up becomes a little too handsy

pairing: mick mars x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

She kicked open the door dramatically and entered Mick’s hotel room. Her rock star boyfriend was laying in bed with his arms over his chest and his eyes closed. He barley acknowledged her presence until she sat on the bed next to him.

“I too have that reaction after spending long periods of time with your brother.”

“He’s becoming very uncreative with his attempts to hook me up with guys,” (Y/N) said. “There was a group of drunk guys outside the hotel and he just shoved me into the group and yelled ‘My sister is single, someone fuck her!’.”

“Here’s an idea: why don’t you tell him you’re seeing someone? You don’t have to tell him specifically that it’s me.”

“We both know all three of the guys would hound me constantly if I told them I was in a relationship. They’d never even believe me until they met the guy, and I can’t exactly just flat out tell them we’re dating.”

Mick finally opened his eyes and looked up at his girlfriend. He could see the exhaustion in her face over her brother’s constant attempts to get her laid. For someone who was so protective over (Y/N), Nikki really pushed for her to find someone to date or hook up with.

He extended his arms to (Y/N), who immediately crawled into his embrace and laid her head on his chest.

“I’m sorry Nikki and the guys are bothering you,” he said.

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about, Mick. You’ve tried to talk them out of this numerous times.”

“You realize we’ll have to tell them about us eventually.”

(Y/N) sighed but didn’t say anything. She knew Mick was right - they were going to have to tell the guys, especially Nikki, about their relationship. Even though they were still in the early phases of the relationship, (Y/N) could see herself being with Mick for a long time. While the secret rendezvous and the stolen kisses made the relationship so special, (Y/N) knew she couldn’t keep it a secret forever.

She cuddled her head more into Mick’s chest. He gave her a slight squeeze, understanding what her silence meant. Mick knew that Nikki loved and protected (Y/N) no matter what. Despite this kick he was on to get (Y/N) laid, Mick understood the possible reaction from Nikki when he found out about the two of them. Mick didn’t mind whatever the outcome would be, but he wouldn’t push (Y/N) when she wasn’t ready.

That’s how Mick came to find himself sat at a table across the room from his girlfriend and some guy Nikki had set her up with. He tried not to be so obvious, but he couldn’t help but glare every time the guy would lean in close to a very obviously uncomfortable (Y/N).

“Where did you find this guy again?” Vince asked Nikki.

“We used to party together,” Nikki responded. “He’s a really cool guy. I think he could be the one for (Y/N).”

Mick wondered if Nikki saw what he was seeing, because across the restaurant (Y/N) was cringing away from her date.

She tried not to glance over her shoulder where she knew her brother and his bandmates were sat. She wanted to just get up and leave this loser, but she didn’t want to see rude.

He was filling his wine glass yet again while (Y/N)’s was still half full. He almost drained the entire glass in one gulp.

“Wow, you can really drink,” (Y/N) commented.

“I can handle my booze, which is a blessing and a curse because it takes so long for me to get drunk.”

Great, (Y/N) thought, another party boy.

(Y/N) took a sip from her glass, desperately waiting for their waiter to return with dessert so the night could be over.

Her eyes widened when she felt the warmth of his hand on her thigh. She shoved it off, only for him to put it back.

“Fuck off,” she hissed, shoving his hand off again.

“Come on baby, let’s ditch dessert and go somewhere.” His hand was back on her thigh and now he was leaning forward as if to kiss her.

(Y/N)’s hand was curled into a fist and she was ready to swing, only to be interrupted by Mick shoving the douchebag away from her.

“What the fuck man?” (Y/N)’s date snapped.

“Get the fuck off her, man, she’s obviously not into it,” Mick said.

“Who the fuck are you to says what she is and isn’t into?”

“For starters, I’m a person with eyes who can see her pushing you off of her. Most importantly though, I’m her fucking boyfriend.”

Her date looked between the two of them in shock. “But...but Nikki said you were single.”

“Well my brother doesn’t know everything, does he?” (Y/N) said. “Get the fuck out before I kick your ass creep.”

Her date left, muttering explicates about both (Y/N) and Mick as he walked away. The waiter arrived at that moment, looking between (Y/N) and the empty seat in front of her in confusion.

“Just put the dessert down, I have a feeling three other guys are about to join me,” she told him.

On cue, Nikki, Tommy, and Vince dragged the chairs from their table over to (Y/N)’s while Mick sat in the abandoned chair across from her. Tommy started to dig into the dessert before anyone else could even look at it.

“So,” Nikki said first, looking between Mick and (Y/N), “was there any truth in what Mick said or was he just trying to get that guy away from you?”

(Y/N) and Mick shared a look before (Y/N) said, “It’s completely true. Mick and I have been dating since the beginning of the tour actually.”

“Why didn’t you tell any of us?” Vince asked.

(Y/N) gave him a look. “I think we all know why I didn’t tell any of you, especially since you two are basically glued to Nikki all the time and are drunk and high constantly. I don’t trust you two to keep the littlest of secrets when you’re sober.”

“Why didn’t you tell us you were seeing someone at least so we wouldn’t keep trying to set you up on these dates?” Tommy asked.

“I didn’t think you guys would believe me without meeting the guy, and obviously if we were keeping this relationship a secret I couldn’t have you guys ‘meet’ him.”

Nikki looked over at Mick again. “Who’s idea was this secret relationship?”

“It was mine, Nikki,” (Y/N) cut Mick off. “And you can’t be shocked when you scared my last boyfriend off.”

“It wasn’t my fault - ”

“You threatened to gut him like a fish just for holding my hand! And he was just a random guy I had met, Mick is your literal bandmate. You can’t just threaten him and he runs for the hills without completely fucking over the band.”

Nikki was silent. Mick was watching (Y/N) with a slight smile on his face. He was proud of his girlfriend for finally speaking up to Nikki, for standing up to him. And he was definitely glad that the relationship was no longer a secret.

Nikki looked over at Mick again finally, leaning forward and pointing a finger at Mick. “You hurt my sister, I kill you.”

“Understood,” Mick said with a nod.

“And you,” Nikki added, turning his attention and his pointed finger to (Y/N). “If you hurt my bandmate, I will kill you too. This goes both ways.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Understood.”

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 755

Picture NOT mine.

Year posted - 2021

*If someone writes this, please tag me. I'd love to read it! 💚 (Hell I might try writing a little something something myself!) 😅

[darkheartmaker]

Im watching Misfits again and my love for him is suddenly back... Fuck.

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Iwan Rheon getting ready to propose.

His friends were all cheering him on. Ever since they first saw him approach you at the bar, they had a feeling that things would end up this way, or at least they hoped. No one had ever made Iwan this happy before - not a single person, not even a role that he took on. If you said yes to his proposal, that would be a thousand times better than when he found out he got a role on Game of Thrones.

You were waiting inside of the restaurant, sitting at a table, playing with the rose that was in a vase on the center. Two tables away, one of Iwan’s good friends was silently filming with his phone, getting ready for the big moment. Iwan wanted it captured so that he could keep your reaction forever, granted that it was a good one.

He stood outside of the restaurant, all grins despite the nerves that were going through his body. He bounced on his feet, small box in his hands, mentally preparing himself - and then he was in. He smiled at the hostess, and walked past her to get to you, his eyes on the back of your head the entire thirteen step journey. Thirteen, that was a bad omen, you were going to say no, weren’t you? Should he stop, should he put the plan aside for another day-

“Are you just going to stand there?” You asked, sweetly. He had been frozen behind you for a whole minute, not even noticing that you had turned your head to look at him. When he said nothing you vacated your chair and put your hands on his cheeks to get your attention. “Iwan?”

“Marry me?” He spluttered. That wasn’t how he had meant for it to come out, but it did, like vomit. He thrust the box into your hands, shaking. You gasped and opened the box, taking in the sight of the ring. It was exactly how you had pictured it as a child. Not too simple, not too elegant, just - very you. “Please?” He asked when you didn’t immediately say yes.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try that again?” You teased, slipping the ring onto your own finger. “Of course I’ll marry you, I’ve only been waiting for you to ask for months now.”

[swiss-cheeze]

Black and White || Mick Mars

A/N: I thought of Mick from The Dirt but it goes for whatever Mick you want really.

Soulmate au where you can only see black and white.

———

Micks life had always been black and white. When he first met Nikki and the rest of the band he was definitely happy to have something to call home and to have friends that actually cared about him; but his life was still black and white. While the rest of the group was out at a strip club, Mick was always behind, back in the hotel room by himself; he would always lay on his back and watch the ceiling and create patterns with his eyes, trying to imagine what colour the ceiling was. Was it that famous red? Was it a pale blue? But he always got side tracked in the end; what was the colour of Vince’s shirt that he was wearing today? Could the rest of the boys see the colour of the girls eyes or did they just make something up on the spot? The bright lights in the clubs and bars; what colour were they when they ran over Mick and the dancing mob of people in the middle of the floor; green? Red? Pink? He hated this part; this was the part he cried. The overwhelming sensation of having black and white eyesight for most of his life had always taken a toll on him as well as his back, it was the fact that the other kids (the band) where out having fun while their old man hung back; and cried in the middle of the night alone. Mick would always be fast asleep by the time the others got back to their rooms and they never knew Micks nightly rituals; and they never would. Well. They would sure find out soon enough.

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Tommy groaned as he was the last one to hop out of the tour bus bunks and stumbled to the bathroom for a morning shower; he could already hear everyone else in the front room laughing between themselves.

“Tommy woke up finally” Nikki said with a cheeky grin as he heard the bathroom door close as he looked to Vince.

“Only five hours later” the singer shrugged, “what was the bet?” he asked as he took a swig of water.

“Uhhh, twenty he wouldn't get up until half past and fifty if he got up at 2” Nikki said as he looked to the clock, “its 12:31” Nikki said with a grin. Vince grumbled as he handed Nikki and crumbled 20 dollar note, Mick scoffed.

“Is this all you two do in the mornings when no one else is awake?” Mick asked, his arms crossed over his chest as he laid back on one of the leather couches; slouching as he watched his two friends. They both shrugged.

“Keeps us entertained” Nikki said with a grin as Vince brought a hand up and they clapped them together before pounding their fists together and smiling. Mick sighed softly as he watched the black and white trees and sky run past the bus in a flurry; that was until the bus started slowing down. The three looked at each other with confused looks as they tried to figure out what was happening.

“Uh, hey Decklin?” Vince called out to their bus driver, “Why are we slowing down? We cant be at the next venue yet” the singer called as he stood up and started walking to the front and moved aside the curtain to look out the front windshield. Nikki followed behind as Mick sat back and opened the half bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Sorry Vinny, there was a girl wanting to hitchhike to the city” Decklin said as the bus pulled over on the side, “I was always told to give people a chance” the boy said a little shyly; thinking he was going to be in trouble. Vince simply smiled and patted the man on the back.

“That's okay! Let’s see what she wants” the singer said as Decklin opened the bus doors and the three of them waited a few moments to let you run after the bus; seeing as it stopped a few meters in front of you.

“What's taking so long?!” Mick yelled as he heard a female voice talking flurrily and Vince and Nikki trying to talk at the same time. Finally the boys walked in with you coming in the back just as Tommy came in; a towel wrapped around his waist and a toothbrush hanging from his mouth. Nikki stood still for a moment with a deadpan face as Vince chuckled softly.

“Sorry darling, you might not want to look at what's up ahead,” the singer said with a cheeky grin. Mick heard a scoff before you pushed aside Nikki and Vince and stopped dead in your tracks as you looked to Tommy; who was rooting around in the clothes pile.

“T-bone” Nikki said, “we have a guest” the bassist said with a shit eating grin. Tommy stopped for a moment as he pulled out some underwear and jeans before finally looking to you. A grin spread over his mouth.

“Hello!” Tommy said as he extended his hand out to you, you smiled brightly as you shook the drummers hand, “the name’s Tommy, not Tom and only T-bone” the drummer said with a grin as he walked backwards, threw a wink to you and went back to the back of the bus where the bunks where and closed the door. The bus started up again and Vince, Nikki and you stumbled a little from the unexpected movement; you chuckled softly and turned around to look at Nikki and Vince. This was the moment Mick finally looked at you. And dear lord where you the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Mick dragged his eyes from your sandal clad feet, to your flared and discoloured jeans, you stomach poked out from the small gap in your tank top as the tassels dangled with beads which swayed and hit each other as the bus and you moved. Mick saw the tye dye bra you where wearing underneath and was tempted to smirk as his eyes moved up to your glitter covered collarbone and neck before finally resting on your nude painted lips; puffed out just enough, full, pink but not too pink, bitten with anxiety but not too much. The guitarists eyes glazed up again to your red covered nose and rosy cheeks, the freckles mounted over your nose that looked almost unnoticeable and finally your eyes; the most beautiful thing Mick had ever seen, wide open and filled with pure joy, there was no hesitation that you had for anything you did but you were ready for whatever the world threw at you. Joy sparked through the air as you smiled and talked to Vince and Nikki, the air cleared its way and felt breathable again as Nikki moved a hand over in Micks direction to show you there was one final person on the bus; and that's when Micks world filled itself with colour.

“Oh” a small gasp went through your mouth as vivid colours filled your vision, blues and browns and purple and black; and the most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen, literally.

“We’ll uh, we’ll leave you two alone” Nikki muttered as he pushed Vince to the back of the tour bus and quickly shut the door. The bus stayed silent for a moment as Mick stood up and walked towards you slowly, like you were an injured animal he didn't want to spook. He didn't know what to say.

“I…” you paused, “I know you've probably waited a long while for this” you whispered softly, “b-but my family already has me courted to someone else” you said softly as you stepped back from Mick, eyes cloudy and words thick.

“What?” Mick whispered.

“I-I didn't want too” you said softly, “m-my parents don't believe-in soulmates and made me get courted” you looked at the ground as you let Mick stand in front of you, his hands cupped your face and made you looked up at him, “w-well” you paused with a watery smile, “that was until i ran away” you whispered.

“Ran away?” Mick repeated as he looked at you, holding you like a porcelain doll. You nodded.

“Two years ago, and now I can finally dress and be the way i want, and love who I want” you said with a smile.

“Does this mean you’re giving me a chance to love you?” Mick asked, it was almost inaudible but you smiled softly.

“I’d give you as many chances as you wanted” you said softly, “as long as you love me like this” you said motioning down to your clothing. This made Mick chuckle softly.

“Opposites attract?” Mick asked more as a question with a smile, causing you to giggle too.

“Something like that, yeah” you said with a grin and a nod of the head.

[myheadisinvaded]

Hello! How are you?

So I have this super weird fic idea in my head. It’d be a modern, like today kind of fic. Mötley Crüe, The dirt cast, and being one of the guys’ daughter. Like one of the Mötley Crüe’s daughter. Does that make sense? Idk. But I kinda really want to write it I just don’t know if anyone would be interested in reading it? I’d probably start it once I’m close to finishing On With The Show. Thoughts?

[kitsukitty]

Iwan Rheon fluff drabble

You must have fallen asleep. One minute you were listening to Iwan perfect his latest song, it was beautiful as was his voice, and the next thing you knew you felt a blanket being draped over you. Humming some you let out a sleepy sigh as you looked up at him. It was darker now and the only light on was the one in the living room.

"Stay" You mumble sleepily, reaching for his hand. "I have to leave tomorrow for filming" His response was sad, reluctant. Whining a little you sit up and pull him closer. There was no hesitation as he moved to sit on the edge of your bed.

"Stay" you say again before he moves in to kiss you. His lips were soft, despite the stubble on his face. You let out a soft moan which only deepened as his kiss deepened. His hands cupped your face and you leaned back in bed, his frame following you.

"Okay you win" He says softly before shrugging off his jacket and crawling in bed with you.

[axelsagewrites]

Hey, so I really enjoyed the Ramsey x servant reader and was wondering if you could do a part 2 ? :)

Ramsay Bolton*Bath

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton x f!servant!reader

Word count: 1277

Warnings: teasing, power imbalance technically, dom ramsay, bath sex, grinding, nipple play, biting, hickies, marking, use of a knife but not featured, orgasm, smut 18+

Part two of How Far Would You Go but can be read alone

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“You can go,” Ramsay said, flicking his hand for you to leave after you had finished drawing his bath.

“No,” you said simply, moving instead to sit on his plush armchair in front of the roaring firing. A few weeks ago, the idea of telling your lord no would have seemed far riskier but this was just the game. Yes, the game you and Ramsay Bolton had been playing for the past few weeks. Sometimes you listened to him, fetched his water and shined his boots. Other times turned into a cat and mouse game.

“That was an order,” Ramsay said, turning on his heels with a lifted eyebrow.

You noticed his gaze from the corner of your eye but made no move to turn, “That’s a shame,” you said, letting yourself enjoy the heat from the flames, “Oh well you’ll just have to make do,”

Ramsay was silent, walking over to you till he stood directly in front of you. this had scared you before but now you knew it was all an act. Even the way he roughly grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up to face him, it was all an act. “I am your lord,” he said cooly.

“And you’re blocking my view,” you added calmly, moving your head back to sink back into the soft fabric, “My lord,” you added with a sweet smile. “Feel free to bathe my lord. It may ease your mind,”

Ramsay’s eyes were locked on yours but after a few seconds of no hesitation in your eyes he walked away silently. You did your best to keep your eyes on the flames, occasionally stealing a glance of Ramsay as he slowly began to shed his layers. You almost laughed at the way he deliberately threw his clothing all around the room, knowing it would make your job just a tad harder.

You heard the sound of bath water splashing, hitting the floor gently as Ramsay sighed. You glanced over to see him in the steamy water, eyes closed as his shoulders began to relax. A few moments of comfortable silenced past before you decided to stand.

Ramsay only allowed his eyes to look at you briefly as you moved to sit behind his bath on a chair you’d taken from his desk. As you sat you noticed the only thing, he had left on the table beside his bath was a glass of wine and a single dagger. His eyes had fluttered closed by the time he felt your hands slip over his shoulders. You leaned forward, placing a soft lingering kiss to his temple as you began to rub his tense shoulders.

You could tell from his soft groans he was enjoying this meanwhile this gave you the perfect view of his toned arms and shoulders that your nails had dug into on so many nights. “You are a terrible servant,” Ramsay groaned as you worked out a knot in his shoulder.

“I know,” you smirked, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “But we both know you like it this way,”

Before you could come up with a witty remark or another tease Ramsay’s head had snapped to the side, his lips crashing onto yours while his hand went to hold the back of your head. You gasped into the kiss, feeling water splash you as Ramsay’s tongue slipped in at the first opportunity. The kiss was messy, but gods did it feel so good. So good you didn’t notice how his arms shifted till you gasped as your body got pulled into the water.

You only wore a light dress, part of the reason you’d been so inclined to stay by the fire, so when your body submerged into the water the fabric clung to your curves like a second skin. “What are you doing!” you half shrieked but Ramsay’s hands were already on your waist pulling you to straddle his lap in the tub.

“we both know you like it,” Ramsay smirked as he mimicked your words. His strong hands pulled you in, pressing your chest against his bare one as your lips met again. He let his hands wander from your waist till they reached your neckline.

Fabric tearing rang through the room and you gasped as you looked down at your now exposed chest. Before you could chastise your lord, his lips were already sucking on your nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud making you moan. his hand found your free breast, squeezing it harshly before he began his assault on the other perked bud.

Your hips began to buck, grinding into Ramsay’s lap as you noticed his hard cock beneath you. moans and splashing water were the only sounds in the room as you gripped onto Ramsay’s hair, tugging at the strands making him groan. The vibrations shot up your body sending chills down your spine. You could feel yourself growing wetter as you rubbed yourself against his cock, your clit rubbing against it perfectly.

Your hands tried to pull the skirts of your dress, but the fabric clung to your skin. Before you could even as Ramsay’s hand dropped your breast and instead grabbed the dagger. You gasped when you felt the tip of the blade graze your skin as he cut the dress from your figure, tossing it out of the bath. “You ruined my dress,” you gasped, looking at the sopping mess on the floor.

“Good,” Ramsay smirked, tossing the dagger to the floor with a loud clatter. His hands found your ass, pulling you back into his lap properly, “You’re much better without it anyhow,” he muttered as his lips began sucking dark marks into your neck.

His hands grabbed your hips tight, pulling them to made you grind down on his length which you soon took over allowing his attention to move from your ass to your nipples. You gasped as he pinched the buds, moaning as he began to roll them between his fingers.

“Such a good little whore,” Ramsay cooed against your skin.

“’M not a whore,” you tried to say but it came out as more of a moan.

Ramsay tutted, kissing the hollow of your throat, “Those pretty noises say differently sweetheart,” he teased, kissing up your neck till he landed back on your lips.

You whined into the kiss as you felt a burning feeling spread in your belly, your hips faltering as you tried to keep a good pace. One of his hands moved to your hip, gripping it tightly as he helped you keep the momentum going. His lips trailed kisses back down your jaw, to your neck, leaving a few scattered bites over your skin till he finally took your nipple in his mouth again.

you could already feel your orgasm approaching when Ramsay bit your nipple gently, sending shock waves down your spine as you felt your peak arrive. Your fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, drawing slight blood as your nails sank into his flesh. It only made Ramsay more determined to keep you as he watched you fall apart on top of him. “Look at you,” he said, pushing the hair from your face as you started to come down from your high, “Such a mess already and I’ve barely even started with you,”

you were panting, eyes glazed as you glanced to the floor. Your eyes widened at the mess surrounding the bath, “I am not cleaning this,” you stated firmly, eyes finally moving back to meet his.

His eyes had grown dark, a twinkle in the back of his gaze, “Oh no dear. I have far more important tasks for you tonight,”

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[multi-fandom-fanfiction]

I love you

You stood to the right of your mother and father and to the left of your younger siblings as a group of men on there horses rode in. A man with brown hair and blue eyes dismounted from his horse and walked to your father. “lord y/l/n Which one is she,” The man asked voice laced with boredom. You looked down and took a big breath. “y/n darling step forward please,” Your father’s voice boomed. You looked up plastering on a fake smile before stepping forward. The man walked over to you looking you up and down like a beast looks at there prey. You curtsied saying, “My lord.” When you stood straight again he took your hand in his said, “My lady,” and kissed your knuckle. “Why don’t you show me to where I will be staying,” He said with a smirk. “Of course my lord,” You say voice laced in fake happiness. The hair on your back stood up to say you were not scared of this man would be a lie. He offered you his arm which you accepted and led him in the castle towards his chambers. “My lady since we are to be wed titles seem to formal don’t you agree,” Your betrothed asked looking at you. “Oh yes my lord,” You grit through your teeth. “Good then call me Ramsay,” Ramsay says. “Please call me y/n,” You say. You arrived at his chambers shortly after. “y/n it does not seem like you want this marriage,” Roose Bolton’s bastard son says. “I am sorry Ramsay it is not you I just would have liked to be able to marry for love my silly dreams I suppose,” You only half lie. You did want to marry for love but you heard the stories about your fiance and it scared you. “I know you have heard the stories everyone has and there true all of them but you as my wife should be fine as long as you give me sons and are a compliant wife I shall have no reason to punish you but if you overstep your bounds I shall punish you and if you do not give me an heir I won’t have a need for you well other than maybe dog food,” Roose Bolton’s heir said with a sick smile before going in his chambers and leaving you in the hall. You gulped as you let the fear for your life finally show through. You married a few days later and had a surprisingly pleasant wedding night before leaving a few days after that to the dreadfort. Now six moons later you walked back to your chambers with a smile on your face you could not wait to tell your husband the news of your pregnancy. Of course you had the fear of what he would do if it was a girl but knew he would be happy to know you could be carrying his heir. Your husband was not in your chambers which surprised you since he typically told you if he was going on a hunt or would be pre-occupied that day. If you were being honest with yourself your marriage with Ramsay wasn’t a terrible marriage yes it could have been better but from what you knew Ramsay was capable of you truly could not complain. “Hello Richard and Stephen (Random names) Have you seen Lord Bolton,” You ask the two guards that were sitting outside your door. “Lord Bolton is in his chambers,” The guard said confused. “Where is my husband,” You ask? “My lady your husband went on a hunt with Miranda,” The guard answered voice laced with pitty. “That is fine if you see him can you tell him I have news to share with him,” You say walking away. You sat at the weirwood tree by the Dreadfort. You heard a branch a branch crunch from behind you. You jump up and turn around. You saw a heavy bald man creeping towards you. You heard another snap behind you. You turn to the side to see a lengthy bone-thin man. Your fear grew when you heard leafs crunch from in front and behind you. Your head snapped around to see A tall young overweight man and a short thin man. You were surrounded and they all kept inching closer. “What do you want,” you stuttered in fear. “To pay back that bastard for what he has done to our family,” The heavy bald man to your left explains. “Killing me won’t bother him I am merely his wife he does not love me,” You say as tears prickle from your eyes as the fear takes over. You automatically wrap an arm around your slightly swollen belly. “He might not care if we kill you but he will care if we kill his baby,” The lengthy bone-thin man from your right says with a smirk. “He doesn’t know no one does,” You cry before trying one last attempt and, “My father will pay a huge amount to have his daughter and grandchild Ramsay will remarry and put an heir in heir like I never existed like my baby never existed so take me to my father he will pay but Ramsay will merely kill you for the slight inconvenience and move on.” They just shook there heads before walking towards you again. (A/n May trigger some) The tall heavy man behind you grabbed you and through you to the ground before flipping you over to face them. You screamed for Ramsay or anyone to help you until The short thin man muffled your screams with his palm. You sobbed as you fought from the mans grasp. The heavy young man untied his trousers and slid them to the ground before pulling your dress up to your waist. He dropped to the ground you closed your eyes preparing for your fate but instead, you heard the barking of dogs and the whizz of an arrow. You opened your eyes to see the dogs eating three of your attackers and guards pulling the other off you and towards the Dreadfort. The father of your child offered you his hand you took it as he pulled you into him. “I was so scared,” He whispered in your ear. “Why,” You ask? “Why you are my wife and those things tried to touch you they tried to touch something that was mine,” Ramsay growled. “That doesn’t answer why you were scared,” You say. “Do you truly need me to say it,” He asked angrily. “Say what,” You asked? “I love you y/n dammit I am in love with you,” The blue-eyed man says. “I love you too,” You say just realizing you had fallen in love with the psychopath you married. He grips your face in his hands and smashes his lips on yours. Six moons later you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. You were afraid Ramsay would be angry but, he swore he wasn’t. “Ramsay are you sure your not mad about our daughter,” You asked for the millionth time. “I love you and I love our daughter,” The brown-eyed lord said. “We love you too,” You say walking towards your bed. “plus she wont be our only child,” Ramsay says pulling you down on the bed. He kissed you tenderly before kissing down your neck. He wasn’t wrong y/d/n (Your daughter’s name) Will not be your only child. Ramsay loved you and You two will have plenty of sons and daughters.