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queenofthrones2 · 26 days ago

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Trapped

Ramsay Bolton x Stark!WifeReader

Warnings: Ramsay, Torture (not to reader), fainting, obsession, possessive love, NSFW (consensual but dark), crying during intimacy, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, dub-con overtones.

The screams echo off the stone walls like hymns. You try not to look. You try not to listen. But Ramsay wants you to see. Wants you to understand. You hated it here, forced to wed to your enemy.

“This is loyalty,” he says, voice smooth as silk, splashed red by the blood flying across his face. “Pain teaches more than books ever could, my love.”

You want to scream. You want to run. But your feet are frozen to the floor, and your breath comes too fast. The man on the rack sobs, blood gushing from his missing fingers. His eye dangles loose. A dog whines in the shadows. You turn your face away. Ramsay doesn’t let you.

He grips your chin with fingers still slick from flesh. “You must see. This is the price of betrayal.

Something inside you crumples. The air twists. You don’t scream but the room fades away. Darkness rushes in you and you fall unconscious.

You’re in bed. Ramsay’s bed. Your lashes flutter open. He’s beside you, kneeling at the edge of the mattress. No blood on his face now.

“You fainted,” he says, voice hushed. “My poor little wolf.” He mocks

Your throat is dry. “I didn’t want to see that.”

“I know.” He leans in, brushing hair from your face with a tenderness that makes your stomach twist. “But you needed to. To what happens to those who betray me.

His thumb strokes your cheek. His gaze is cold. You cry before he touches you.

Not loud, not sobbing. Just a slow leak of pain from your eyes as your body lies still beneath the covers.

“Don’t cry, sweet thing,” he whispers.

You don’t respond. You can’t.

He climbs into the bed beside you, shirtless, blood washed away, skin warm and bare against your cold arms. His mouth finds your cheeks, kissing each tear in turn like blessings.

One hand glides down to your hip, pulling you close, his breath brushing your ear. “I hate it when you cry,” he says softly. “But I love it when I’m the one who gets to kiss it away.”

You tremble.

Ramsay kisses your neck first, inhaling your scent like you’re something sacred. His fingers trail over your body, coaxing sensation where your heart feels numb.

His lips move to your chest, tongue swirling around your nipple as he murmurs praise against your skin. “So soft. So sweet. All mine.”

Your breath hitches. He slides down, kissing the path to your navel, then lower. His hands press your thighs apart, reverent and greedy all at once.

He licks you like he’s starving, slow strokes of his tongue, hands gripping your legs when they try to close.

“You taste like snow,” he groans. “Like the first winter’s bite.”

When he finally slides inside you, it’s slow. Too slow. Stretching you open as if you’ll break if he moves too fast.

You do cry again, silent. But he notices.

“Don’t be sad,” he whispers, his cock deep inside you. “This is love, little wolf. My kind of love. And it’s forever.”

He moves then, grinding into you with possessive, desperate need. His hand tangles in your hair, mouth devouring your jawline as he thrusts. He doesn’t fuck you like a husband. He fucks you like you’re air. Like you’re the only thing that holds his soul in place.

Your body gives in before your heart does. Clenching around him, hips jerking, pleasure crashing over you like a winter storm. You hate how good it feels.

He follows with a groan, spilling inside you, burying his face in your neck as his body shakes.

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s0urw00lfsrants · 1 year ago

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Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.