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pinkykats-place · 10 months

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GoT DILF(s) x reader insert fics

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Readers are mostly female.

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Alliance

Ned Stark x second wife! Reader

Four Part Series

Surviving || Series Masterlist

{Ned Stark x Reader}

Summary: It was a classic romance. You were barren, his wife had passed, and you’d met through your father. It was a wonder the minstrels weren’t already singing songs about you.

The Secret Wife

Ned Stark x Fem!Reader Imagine

A Quiet Morning

Tywin Lannister x Female Reader

Summary: You enjoy a quiet morning with your Lord Husband

Under his mane

Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader

Series Masterlist

Imagine Tywin Lannister visiting your chambers to fulfill his son’s duty at his place (smut)

Baby Lion

Tywin Lannister x pregnant!wife!Reader

Tywin Lannister being possessive and having jealous sex would include:

Longing

Pairing: Tywin Lannister x reader

Request: good fluffy smut with Tywin Lannister… maybe him realizing that his feelings for the reader is more than just a political marriage

Warnings: political marriage/arranged marriage, older man x younger woman, soft smut, unprotected sex

Repeat of History

Tywin Lannister x wife!Reader

Summary: when you go into labour, Tywin worries for your safety, remembering the death of his first wife

Trouble

Tywin x Wife!Reader

Summary: Tywin takes a second wife for a purely political alliance, and ends up with far more than he expected.

Series: Tywin x Reader

Summary: Imagine finding out you are marry Tywin Lannister after the deaths of your brother and Mother, Robb and Catelyn Stark.

The Lady Lion

Tywin x Wife!Reader

Fluffy Fic

In Time, the Lion Loves

Tywin Lannister x fem!Reader

Blessed with youth

Tywin Lannister x Tyrell!Reader

https://www.tumblr.com/gotpineapple/186244280214/blessed-with-youth-tywin-lannister-x-tyrellreader?source=share

Betrothed to the Wrong Brother

Stannis Baratheon x Reader

Based on this request: reader is supposed to be set up with Robert, but while at Storms End falls for Stannis instead?

Confession

Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader

Summary: Stannis finally confesses his love for his wife

Belonging

Stannis Baratheon x Wife!Reader

Summary: Takes place around the time Robert was crowned, when Stannis and the Reader are married for less than a year. Robert’s drunkenness results in some jealousy and misunderstandings (and making up).

Steady

Stannis x Wife!Reader

Setting: just a year or two after Robert was crowned

An Injustice

Stannis Baratheon x reader

Summary: A lil one shot from a visiting Davos’s pov after Robert’s Rebellion. There’s more but I like the characterisation in this the best.

Stannis x Arryn!Reader

Jealous kiss for our one true king, stannis

Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader

headcanons on the relationship between Shireen Baratheon and stepmother!reader & on how the Baratheon household would change if the Reader was to marry Stannis

Headcanons for Stannis x Reader’s children

Playground (modern au)

Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is sister to Sandor, and meets Stannis at a playground. The reader has a toddler daughter, but the father has passed away. Shireen and the daughter start playing together, so Stannis and the reader start talking too. Soon they plan a play date and the things escalate.

Imagine threatening to leave Roose and him letting it slip that he loves you (smut)

Roose being touch starved would include

A Northern Arrangement || Series

Roose Bolton x Reader

Imagine making a deal with Roose Bolton so he wont betray Robb and will actually warn Robb and everyone of the Frey’s impending betrayal.

Roose Bolton x Reader || Series

Roose being gentle with you:

Losing your virginity to Roose Bolton would include:

Imagine being in a pitch-black castle with Roose Bolton.

NSFW Alphabet with Roose Bolton

My Innocent Snowdrop

Oberyn Martell x Stark!Reader

Summary: The eldest Stark girl is forced to marry Oberyn Martell as a political alliance made by Cersei, but what she does not know is that the Prince of Dorne is a very loving man who easily falls in love with her and cherishes her deeply.

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a-libra-writes · 1 year

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so glad you're accepting some requests! i've loved your work for so long now. pls feel free to ignore if this doesn't strike your muse, i'll read basically anything you write.

i must ask for my fav ASOIAF boys: Stannis, Roose, Jorah, Jaime, and Sandor (you can pick and choose between this list, im definitely not expecting ALL of them 😭)

my prompt is awkward/untimely moments when they confess their love for the reader OR moments that make them soft for their lover (again, you can pick which interests you more....)

SORRY IF THIS IS A LOT, please feel free to pick and choose what you wanna do, if you wanna do any of them at all! thank you and have a nice night!

oh thank you!! Im glad you enjoy my silly blog so much. I thought the "moments that make them soft" was just super cute and made me think a lot, so I picked that one. Your chosen characters are at the front, and I added a few more for my own self indulgence

No warnings, Reader is implied to be married in most. Also, Roose is Roose.

Stannis - There are many things Stannis gets sentimental for, not that he could think of them on the spot. It's all things that happen in the moment.

When he's at a social function with you and someone's infuriating him, it grounds him when you gently touch his hand. You might say you aren't feeling well, and of course it's a husband's duty to take you away from the crowd and make sure you're alright... then he realizes you just feigned feeling faint for his sake.

Another time is when you defend him, especially against the criticisms of other lords. He can handle himself, and he always has, but there's something different about you coldly (and politely) telling them off. The harsher your words, the better.

Gentle touches on his jaw when he grinds his teeth, a touch on the shoulder when he's totally absorbed in something and isn't hearing your call, and wanting to take his arm when you both have to appear before the public. While he's averse to most touching, the fact you're considerate of that instead of criticizing means a lot.

Also, appreciating his attempts to please you, and saying so! Appreciation is not something Stannis gets a lot of, even when his best is put forth. Bringing up something sweet he did a while back will actually get a blush and grumble out of him.

And while it may not seem like a lot, generally just supporting him in court politics means more than he can say. You aren't just performing an expected wifely loyalty, you genuinely want the best for him and House Baratheon. Being on the same page and working in tandem brings such emotions - relief, gratitude, affection - it can be difficult for Stannis to express with words or actions, but he's absolutely soft for it.

Roose - This can be tricky for his partner to discern unless they're paying close attention or it's been a long time in the relationship. Roose does not wear his emotions, positive or negative, openly. The most obvious emotion one might see is pleased contempt for someone he's just intimidated or screwed over.

Any softness would first come from his wife willingly touching him, usually when she's doing something simple. Adjusting his cloak when it's a little askew, taking his arm when visiting other lords, touching his hand during a meal when you're trying to make a point. He's told himself he doesn't care what your feelings are, he just needs a wife to secure an alliance and an heir, but ... well, it is easier if you're fond of him ...

He's such a suspicious and careful person that overt affection may be seen as an act, so it's little things where you forget yourself that he thinks of most. When you lean into him as you both speak, or gasp in spite of yourself when he grasps you. The satisfaction of making you "forget" yourself is stronger than if you're doting at the start.

Sometimes, if Roose catches you being affectionate with any children you both share, he'll watch for a few moments. Again, he tells himself it's simply that he "won" over you and that's the only reason he's so pleased.

Jorah - Tbh it's easier to list what doesn't make him soft for you

The biggest one is when you're fussing over him! Jorah is always the one who puts your needs before his own, so you insisting on caring for him and spoiling him a bit just gets him weak in the knees. It's hard to say what he likes best, but making his favorite meal followed by tons of affection is enough to wash away any fatigue.

Showing him off and being obviously proud of being his partner is another thing that gets him fluttery. He already gazes at you adoringly on a regular basis, but now he looks like you hang the moon when you take his arm and happily introduce him as your's.

And, he can't help but melt when you're sweet with kids. Wether you're helping a little one up after they fall or teaching how to do something, he just has to watch from a distance. Yes, he'd want children if you wished for them, but it's moreso he appreciates the compassion you show those smaller and weaker than you. It's sweet how children seem to rely on and cling to you, knowing you're someone safe - and obvs, if these were children you had or adopted together, it made him even more sentimental and emotional.

Jaime -First, it's tough to know when Jaime is having feelings because most of the time, he's hiding it. If he's caught gazing fondly at you, he'll brush it off with sarcasm.

The easiest way for him to catch feels is just you being honest with your intentions and feelings. When you tell him how much you adore him, or you appreciate something he did - especially after you both were intimate and you're cuddled up, and you just state how you feel with no manipulations or strings attached, it does something to him. He doesn't respond at first, just quietly contemplating your words long after you've fallen asleep.

Another time is when you see through his arrogance and bravado. When Jaime's trying to assure you he's fine and he's dealt with it, and he isn't bothered by what happened at all actually, and you just quietly listen. That bravado wavers just so, and it just takes a few well-placed questions before he finally just caves and tells you what's actually going on (how do you and Tyrion do that so well?). The fact you listen and don't judge or admonish him is something that occurs to him much later. He can go to you with a problem, and that's a rare vulnerability for the disgraced knight.

Sandor - He is far more affected by you than he wants to admit to himself, especially at the beginning, but after being years of being together, anyone with eyes could see it.

First of all, you're so damn gentle. You always talked to him with a kindness and politeness he wasn't used to, and while he initially brushed it off, the annoying thing is you were genuine. You'll even touch carefully or be considerate of things that may upset him, like he needs to be protected, the huge "knight" that everyone is terrified of. It completely affects Sandor and for a long time he didn't know what to do with himself. Now he just quietly accepts it, allowing himself to be vulnerable and cared for instead of immediately crushing those feelings.

On the same lines, it used to trouble Sandor how you'd hold him so tight. It didn't matter if it was after sex or just an embrace out of nowhere (the latter is a bit more startling), and it almost sent him into a fight-or-flight response the first few times you did it. He's far more comfortable with it than before, but now embraces tend to send him into something of a "reset". Any anger or darkness that was clouding him will fade just slightly, and he'll lean into you and let his guard down.

Brandon - Though he carries plenty of bravado and confidence, it's pretty easy for others to tell when he's being soft on you, especially his family members. The easiest way to get him feeling fluttery is to rely on him. Yes, even if you're clearly teasing or messing with him, you like to have him carry you over water or lift you up on your horse or "protect" you while you both go on a walk in the late hours. It's like he's a boy with a crush again, and he likes to show off his strength.

There's also the simple things that get him every time, like when you take his hand and entwine your fingers out of nowhere. You won't say anything, you'll just do it, and when you kiss his hand and knuckles it gets the big man oddly flustered.

Asha - While she's certainly felt all sorts of soft around you, it's not immediately obvious. As much as she loves you, she doesn't go on about grand gestures or proclamations. It's just not her style. So when you do something just so damn cute and charming - like rambling on about something you love or ranting about someone who pissed you off - she just smiles.

An outsider might think she's just amused, but those in the know have never seen such an expression of adoration on her. When you finish your tirade, she just teases you with a kiss and a pull of the cheek. You ought to stop being so damn cute. Another thing she likes is when you're frank with her. When you honestly tell her how much you love her, or how happy you are - even if she didn't have doubts, it's nice to hear it.

Victarion - First, he doesn't think he's capable of such "weak" feelings and vulnerability. If anyone brought it up, they'd be punched. If his family brings it up, he grumbles and scowls. If you do, he just frowns and turns away. It's not expected of an Ironborn, so obviously he doesn't have any softness toward you. None.

Not even when you've managed to get him in your arms and have him rest on your chest - not an easy feat, this is always after sex and usually when he's drunk - and he can feel your skin and heartbeat. You touch his rough, tangled hair, and his scarred face, and his even more scarred back, and the huge man is like putty. He's heavy, sure, but it feels warm and safe. Later when he's awake and sober and going about whatever he does during the day, he'll think back on that embrace, and odd feelings he can't describe just pick at him.

A smaller thing is when you approve of something he does, regardless if it's an action or words. Even just glancing at him and nodding - even if subtle, he notices. It's like a thrill going through him and Victarion wonders why for a solid minute. Maybe he should do that thing more, or say those words again? Why does he care about your reaction anyway, and why does he want it again? It's even worse when you leave without explaining what exactly it was that pleased you. Asha says he'll figure it out eventually.

#I KNOW i didnt include Ned but listen I got other Ned requests LOL and we know what this man likes #might do more later if it comes to me #stannis baratheon x reader #roose bolton x reader #jorah mormont x reader #jaime lannister x reader #sandor clegane x reader #brandon stark x reader #asha greyjoy x reader #victarion greyjoy x reader #libra headcanons #got x reader #game of thrones x reader

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axelsagewrites · 4 months

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I hope you feel a bit better now :)

If it's okay I'd like to request Roose Bolton with a new wife who can keep up with his cunning and teases him. If that's too vague let me know.

Roose Bolton*Not Yet

Pairing: roose bolton x f!reader

Word count: 1157

Warnings: roose being a cynic but nothing else I can think of

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a/n: thanks anon! i do and sorry this took so long :)

Roose Bolton thought love was a lie. Or at the very least completely stupid. When his last wife died, he didn’t care if his knew one was well read or charming or interesting. Just that she was from a good house and ideally wasn’t too ugly. He left everything else up to politics.

After negotiating with his new bride’s uncle, he sat and waited at the dread fort for your arrival. He needed an heir not a love affair. If he wanted that he’d turn to one of the nearby whore houses. However, he was pleasantly surprised when you stepped out of the carriage.

Your house was known for their money in the north, nothing to be mentioned about looks but even beneath the warm grey cloak you wore he could still tell he would be pleased. Even the passerby stopped to take an extra long glance at the mysterious woman climbing out her carriage. Roose didn’t know why it made him puff out his chest or stride over so quickly to meet you, but he didn’t like the feeling it created in him.

“My lady,” he greeted, extending his arm to help you down the final step.

“My lord,” you curtsied to him, but he could see your eyes scanning the courtyard, “I’m afraid we will have to start our meetings discussing business. You see my uncle brought your terms back to my father and them seems to be some confusion,”

“Straight to it then,” I like it, he thought to himself, “Tell me what was so wrong with my terms?” he hadn’t expected the chuckle that left your throat or how you gently shook your head at him.

“I’m afraid we have much to discuss lord Bolton. Perhaps somewhere more private than here?” you said, glancing to where the servants had tried to eavesdrop before quickly scattering.

He nodded and extended his arm for you to take, “Follow me my lady,”

Roose left the council room more confused than when he went in. he wasn’t even fully sure what it all was he had just agreed to just that you seemed pleased and that was weirdly enough, “I hope you enjoy your stay with us my lady,” he said as he walked you to your new room, “I’ve had the servants take extra care when preparing for your arrival,” he said and once more you chuckled, “Is something funny?” he asked in the tone that usually made everyone avert their eyes but you instead turned to look into his.

“My stay. As if I shall be leaving at some point. Don’t worry I’m sure this room will suffice,” you said as you opened the door yourself, something he’d planned on doing to act the proper gentleman, “Afterall I won’t be in it for too long I imagine,” you said with a teasing glint in your eye.

Roose cleared his throat as he tried to keep his composer. Never not once had someone spoke to him like this. Well, the whores in the brothels would try and tease but his glares would usually silence them quickly. They only seemed to spur you on however, “You do plan on sharing my bed when we will be wed?” you asked, your lip quirked up into a smirk.

“Of course, my lady,” he stuttered out before sighing to compose himself, “I plan on performing all my husbandly duties and I expect the same from you in return,”

“I’ve been practicing being a wife but alright I suppose,” you quipped before reaching for the door handle as you slipped further into the room, “Goodbye Lord Bolton,”

“Good- “he tried to say however you’d already shut the door, “Bye,”

Over the next week he watched you. he watched as your face would light up into a warm smile when talking to his nobles then soon drop as soon as they turned their backs. He saw how you handled servants as if he’d already wed you and how you would gossip with the women then roll your eyes as they walked away.

One day he was sat at lunch in the hall when one of his more troublesome nobles approached him. You were sat on the opposite side of the hall, glancing over at the two before turning back to the other women. “My lord, a moment if you will,”

“Of course,” he said, dragging his eyes from you, “How can I assist you today?” he said through half gritted teeth.

“Well, I considered your proposal over my land,” he started and suddenly Roose was interesting again. He’d been trying to secure some of his land or rather his harvest since the dread fort was not the best place to grow crops, yet this idiot always seemed to have plenty to spare. “I must say your new offer is very tempting,”

“My new offer?”

“The one your lady wife delivered to me. She said you requested it,”

Roose forced a smile on his face as he nodded, “Oh yes of course. and you have considered it?”

He nodded, “Yes I have, and I think you will be very happy to know my answer,”

Roose Bolton wasn’t sure if he was impressed, angry, annoyed, or jealous at the fact you had secured a deal in less than a week he’d been working on for almost a year. And worst of all? You weren’t even asking for credit.

“How?” was the only thing he asked when he snuck up behind you in the corridors.

“Do I keep my skin so youthful? You see I- “you started with a smirk on those pretty lips, but he cut you off.

“The deal,”

You rolled your eyes at him but laughed as you did, “It was easy enough I just cut out the middleman,” you said making him tilt his head in confusion, “I went to his wife. Very pragmatic woman even if a bit dull,”

“You know we’re not married yet,” he said, pausing his walk and expecting you to copy but you kept on going forcing him to chase up to catch up with you, “You can’t just make decisions behind my back,”

“I’m sorry was me getting you a bargain an inconvenience?” you asked with a fake pout, “Perhaps if I found out the deal from you and not from idle gossip then I could’ve asked you first,”

“You’ve been here a week,”

“Nine days actually,” you grinned, “only seventeen till we are wed. I count them down you know?” you said as you arrived at your chamber door.

Roose tightened his jaw as your hand reached to unlock the door, “Why is that?”

You laughed lightly, your eyes scanning up and down his body in a way that made his cheeks heat up, “Goodnight Roose. Have the sweetest dreams. I know I will,” you said, shutting the door and leaving someone most in the north considered terrifying to be speechless.

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 6 months

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Imagine

Pairing: Dark Roose Bolton x (female) Reader

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

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WARNINGS: Threats; Toxic/Abusive Marriage.

Please, reblog and give me feedback.

Why did I write about Roose? I also don't have the answer 💀

Your husband's hold on your hand stiffens considerably and you’re barely able to hold back a whimper.

“Had I known my wife would be such a shameless whore, I wouldn’t have married you.”

His voice is a whisper, easily drowned by the crowd’s noises but it hits you like a slap.

You didn’t know a simple dance with a noble man would be considered such sin, but judging by your husband’s irked semblant it was.

“I apologize, my lord. It was just a dance and-.”

“Save your apologies for when I deal with you and your disobedient behavior. You have shamed me in front of all these people. The consequences won't be pleasant, I can assure you that.”

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gulnarsultan · 3 months

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Targaryen wife reader x Yandere Roose Bolton headcannons part 4

I wrote this request. Here is the link.

https://www.tumblr.com/gulnarsultan/714666719785959424/targaryen-wife-reader-x-yandere-roose-bolton?source=share

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I will write a script. I hope you like it.

You were sitting quietly in front of the makeup mirror. There's been a tradition ever since you and Roose got married. Roose would comb your hair at least once. This activity was like an unwritten agreement. As the door opens, you see through the mirror that your husband comes in.

"I hope I didn't keep my beautiful wife waiting."

"You didn't keep me waiting."

Roose picked up the comb made of Valyrian steel, which he had bought specially for a great deal of money. He slowly started combing my hair. Honestly, if I told anyone else that Roose was this kind, they wouldn't believe me. Lord Bolton's only weakness was his Targaryen wife.

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dragons-and-handcuffs · 3 months

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Imagine. You are the lady of a powerful and noble house. Moreover, you are married to the lord of a powerful house. You even have a few children. Somehow you cross paths with Roose. Maybe Roose is taking over you, willingly or by force. You become pregnant as a result of passionate and wild nights. Roose is taking precautions to make sure you don't get rid of the baby. Birth is painful. Moreover, having Roose in the room and humiliating you is even worse. You finally deliver the baby. The baby is just like a mini copy of Roose. Despite your objections, he puts the baby on her breast. He name the baby Derek. Baby Derek acts as if he's demanding that you pet him. It hurts when he sucks your breasts. He's pulling her hair out. You finally break down and accept your fate with tears in your eyes. Then you get pregnant two more times. You give birth to two more boys named Domeric and Ramsay. Among the three children, Domeric is the one who resembles you in character. However, all three children were hurting you when they were babies and children, demanding your love. Roose finds it very enjoyable to turn you into a submissive wife.

Imagine you are begging Roose to let you go after giving birth. You don't even want the baby. But he just dismisses your pleas and forces you to feed his son. If necessary he will tie you up.

Imagine immediately he is having the maester check how soon he can breed you again. If Roose wants you to feel more pain or something he will regularly make you drink some that makes you extra sensitive. Your son is a Bolton and very demanding. Every time he feeds he leaves you in tears

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tinfairies · 1 year

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Could I request some daddy kink with Roose and Otto please? If you feel inspired to go in a dead dove direction with Roose that's more than okay! (Reactions or hcs)

I just can't see Otto with a daddy kink sorry!

Otto Hightower

He doesn't really have much of a daddy kink. If his lover says it in bed, he'll ignore it and continue with what he was doing.

Makes it very clear that he's not into being called 'daddy'

Will subtly suggest his lover refer to him as 'sir'

Likes to make his lover nervous, and melts when they look up at him through their lashes and mutters 'sir'

Roose Bolton

Loves it, in and out of the bedroom.

He won't suggest it himself, but when his lover moans out "harder daddy" in the bedroom he loses it.

Has them call him Daddy outside of the bedroom, and starts to infantilize them.

"My sweet baby"

Likes to have them in his lap, and he's as gentle as can be. Loves to have them ride his thigh while he works. Coaxing an orgasm out of them while they moan into his neck.

In the bedroom however he's a mean Daddy. Especially if his little pet has been bratty.

Spanking, edging, spitting, and a few cuts with his knife should straighten their behavior right out.

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futuristicyouthvoid · 1 year

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They were devils to each other.

Alana knew Roose. But Roose didn't really know her.

The two of them had embarked on a dangerous road together. Both would suffer, but their ruthlessness and cunning drew them together.

In the end, Roose might regret compromising his hard heart. But he had found his equal, perhaps more sinister.

Depends on where you look at it.

When the world begins to fall into darkness, you must choose which way to go. There's always something lurking in the shadows.

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ramsayxme · 5 months

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Chapter One / Chapter Two / AO3 Link

Authors Note: TW- forced sex, forced oral sex, slight violence, Ramsay things, abandonment, etc etc.

Chapter Three: Your Reward

You finished your bath alone. A servant came in to add wood to the fire, allowing you to have promised warmth for the night. The water grew cold as you soaked, hoping and praying to the Gods that the water would cleanse you of his touch. When the water was finally as cold as the air, you pulled yourself out and slumped in front of the fire, pulling your knees to your chest. You hadn't been given another nightgown. You wrapped a pelt around your shivering and damp body as you allowed yourself to air dry in front of the fire.

Once you dried, you padded naked to the door. You knocked aggressively. "Can I get some clothes?" You yelled. A man was on the other side, keeping watch of your door, and he hollered back to you in a gruff voice. "Lord Ramsay has not delivered any clothes for his prisoner." You huffed, slightly annoyed. You walked over to your bed and laid down, covering yourself with the blankets. It was nearly impossible to tell what time of day it was here, your tiny window only ever showed overcast snowy skies.

You closed your eyes, exhausted from the last 48 hours, and wanted to attempt to get some sleep while Ramsay was likely on a hunt or doing whatever it was that evil Lord's did during the day. You closed your eyes, and drifted to sleep.

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You stirred, waking up. Your room was nearly pitch dark, the fire completely dead. The only light you could focus on was the lit candles on your small table. You jumped, realizing that Ramsay was sitting at the chair next to your table, staring at you as you woke up. He had a wine cup in front of him, no doubt full to the brim. He had no expression on his face as he stared at you. You closed your eyes again, hoping that he wasn't really there and you were imagining things.

"I brought you the clothes you asked for." Ramsay's voice echoed in your room, breaking the silence. You groaned, your body was aching. You opened your eyes to look at Ramsay. "Thank you...M'lord." You whispered as you sat up in bed, making sure the blankets stayed over your naked skin. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" He asked you. You gingerly rubbed your face, softly allowing your brain to turn on again. "No, Rams- My Lord. I don't know." He chuckled. "You slept all day and all night. You poor, tired thing." He suddenly stood up, the chair scooting loudly.

You believed him. You had been so exhausted, you could imagine yourself sleeping that long. "I'm sorry, My Lord, I was very tired." You watched him intently as he walked over to your bed, sitting on the foot of it. "It's quite alright. I forgive you." He smiled, his eyes strangely calm. You didn't understand his dynamic, one minute he was angry at you and the next, loving and soft. He leaned forward towards you, and whispered, "I missed you yesterday. I came by last night but I saw how deeply you were sleeping. I didn't want to..." his eyes rolled around their sockets, searching for the right words. "...disturb you."

You forced a gentle smile. "Well, thank you for that. I needed the rest. That was... very kind of you." Ramsay chuckled, placing his hand on top of your leg over the blankets. "Kindness is what I am known for, My Lady." You weren't sure what to do, so you just softly smiled at him. He stood up and walked to the window, staring outside. "You deserve a reward, you see." He began.

"Last night after I visited and then left, the servant who was in charge of locking the door seemed to have forgotten his duties. Your door went unlocked all night long as you slept!" He exclaimed. Your heart sank. You could've escaped. You mentally scolded yourself for not being more vigilant. "But! Don't you worry, I took care of him. He won't be guarding your door any longer... come and see!" He beckoned you with his hand. You slid off the bed, dragging the blankets on the floor behind you, still covering your body.

You reached the window and Ramsay draped his arm over your shoulders, pressing his cheek against yours. "Look, there." He pointed outside. Your eyes followed the imaginary line until you saw it. Hanging on a wooden platform, there was the bloody and fully exposed muscular system of what was once a man. You gasped and looked away, burying your face into Ramsay's shoulder. He chuckled. "Aww, you are so innocent. That was the man that failed to lock the door, you see? I could've done that to you when you tried to run away. But, I showed you mercy." He cooed into your ear, his free hand playing with your hair.

"Are you ready for your reward?" He asked, using his index finger to tilt your chin up to look at him. "Are you going to flay me?" You asked, lower lip trembling. Ramsay smiled empathetically and cradled your face with his hand. "No of course not. Your reward isn't being flayed, silly girl. Your reward is pleasure." You stiffened, unsure of what he was alluding to. "Go, lay on the bed." He pointed towards your bed. You reluctantly made your way and laid down, burrowing under the covers. Ramsay began unlacing his shirt as he approached you. You prepared yourself to be used once again by him, and a knot formed in your stomach.

You closed your eyes, listening to Ramsay's leather fall to the floor along with his trousers and the clatter of his knives. You felt the weight on the bed as he climbed on top of you. You opened your eyes, expecting his face to be in front of you, but it wasn't. You saw him lifting the covers at the foot of the bed, and crawling head first in. "Let me please you." You heard him say under the blankets. Your body stiffened as you felt his shoulders between your ankles, and then up to your thighs.

He pushed your knees up, resting your thighs on his shoulders. You clamped your legs together, but Ramsay softly spread them. You felt your stomach churn, but this time, it wasn't with anxiety. You felt your core warm up as he began kissing your inner thighs softly, gently sucking as his lips grazed your skin. You held your breath as his hands traveled up, squeezing your breast softly, rubbing his thumb over your nipples. You whined, your body at war with itself. Ramsay was coaxing you gently with kisses, begging you to relax as he kissed as high as he could on your thighs.

You exhaled a moan as his lips met your wet cunt, kissing and sucking gently. He hummed with delight as he felt you were already wet for him. He gripped your thighs with his hands as he pulled your legs apart, allowing him full access to your most sensitive area. "Ramsay I-" You tried to say, but were cut off by your own gasping as he swirled his tongue around your clit. He was very good at this, which was making your body go into a pleasure induced swim even if you didn't want it to.

He continued to kiss your folds, his tongue snaking inside you as his nose pressed against you perfectly. You allowed your eyes to close as you sank deeper into his trance. You reached under the blankets and started swirling your fingers in his curls, gently gripping at his hair. He groaned as you did so, causing vibrations to gently tickle you as he licked. Your grip on his hair tightened as he licked faster and more passionately. "Doesn't that feel good?" He groaned, his lips grazing your clit. You moaned in response because unfortunately, it did.

You had never been eaten out before, but Ramsay definitely knew what he was doing. Your body was shivering under his touch, a flick of the tongue was enough to send a rolling wave of lust over you. You wanted him badly. You tugged at his hair and lifted the covers. "Ramsay, I want-" He reached up and covered your mouth with his hand. You whined into his hand as he silenced you, his other hand made its way down to your core.

"I know what you want." He whispered while pushing two of his fingers deep inside you. You lifted your hips, begging for more. He slowly slid his fingers in and out of you, the slow pace driving you crazy. Your hips began grinding on his fingers as he kept kissing your clit. You felt yourself climbing towards orgasm, and Ramsay could tell. He read it on your face. He pulled himself up, and his fingers slid out of you completely. Ramsay lie down next to you on the bed and he put one of his toned arms behind his head.

He grinned at you, his face slick with your arousal as he grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked you down to his waist. You immediately took his hard cock in your mouth. "That's right, good girl." He groaned as you began allowing his cock to fill your throat. You bobbed your head slowly up and down on his length, you couldn't quite fit all of it in your throat without gagging. Ramsay seemed to enjoy the gagging, though. You felt his hands on the back of your head as he applied pressure, pushing your face down on his cock.

You groaned, gagging on him. He exhaled loudly as you gagged around him, your throat contracting on his twitching cock. "Ahh, that feels so good..." His voice was raspy and low. You wanted him inside you. At this moment, you didn't care that he had flayed a man earlier today just for fun. You didn't care that he would probably hurt you within the next hour. You didn't care that he was Ramsay Bolton.

You pushed yourself up, Ramsay staring at you wide eyed. You quickly straddled him, his cock soaking wet with your spit. He chuckled as he saw the desperation in your eyes. "You want me badly, don't you?" He reached out, squeezing your hips. You nodded, whining as you rocked back and forth on his lap, his cock nudging at your entrance. "Take me then. After all, this is your reward."

Ramsay kept kneading at your hips and thighs as you guided his cock inside you. Your body was sent into a euphoric state as he filled you, moaning loudly as your walls stretched to accommodate him. Ramsay was watching you intently as you filled with pleasure, his eyes wide and tracking your face as you slid up and down. Sweat began forming on his forehead and on you as well. Your legs were already so sore from everything you had been through and he noticed you struggling to keep a decent pace.

Ramsay smiled, flipping you over so he was on top. "I'll take care of you, you just enjoy your reward..." he began thrusting into you. Your eyes rolled back as you allowed him to fuck you at his own pace. You didn't realize how badly you wanted him until now. You dug your fingernails into his back as he thrusted, groaning while you dug them in deep. You felt the warmth of your orgasm approaching as he continued to keep the pace. You started to tip over the edge, spilling over and flooding with pleasure. Ramsay didn't slow as he fucked you through your orgasm.

You were panting, aching, and trembling as Ramsay pulled out of you and threw you to the floor by your hair. You slammed onto the ground hard and looked up at him, your body and mind spinning from being so full of pleasure to suddenly thrown on the floor. Ramsay stepped forward, his cock dripping from being inside you. He grabbed your hair and lifted you to your knees, forcing his cock into your mouth. You didn't have the strength or energy to fight back as he fucked your face.

You barely had caught your breath before his cock was in your throat and you were gagging on him again. He groaned words to you, but you were in such a haze that you didn't understand them. He let go of your hair and you fell to the floor, leaving his cock unattended. He growled angrily as he lifted you up and threw you on the bed face first. He slammed his hand down, smacking your ass cheek so hard you let out a shriek. "I said bend over!" He barked. You must've not heard him the first time, as you positioned yourself on the edge of the bed.

His hands grabbed your hips and he fucked you from behind, slamming your thighs into the side of the mattress. He kept smacking your ass, leaving you whining like a pathetic whore. You could tell Ramsay was close to finishing as he got more erratic with his thrusts. He flipped you over to your back, and he straddled your stomach. One of his hands immediately went around your throat while his other hand began stroking his cock which was twitching and ready to release.

He began choking you as he jerked himself off, he was completely sweaty and his face was very serious. You couldn't help but swoon at the sight in front of you. You almost felt lucky to see him like this. Suddenly, the hand choking you pulled back and landed swiftly across your cheek, sending a ringing through your ears. He smacked you across the face. You cried out and Ramsay came, his warm cum hitting you in the face where he slapped you and sliding down to pool in your neck. He held a fist full of your hair from the top of your head as he finished cumming.

His breathing was heavy as he stood up, leaving you on the bed covered in his seed. He smiled at you as he threw you a cloth off the floor. "Keep doing good things and I will reward you more often." He grinned as he pulled his clothes back on. You laid there, wiping his cum from your face and neck. "You do look lovely like this..." He chuckled as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Now, be a good girl and clean up this room. I'll be back for you tomorrow." Ramsay swiftly left the room without another word.

You finished wiping yourself off and sat in silence, allowing your body and mind to process what just happened. On one hand, you were humiliated and hated him for using 'your reward' as a chance to just get what he wanted... but on the other hand, you were pleased to be the lady who he used for his pleasure. You were confused and ashamed as you splashed the cold water from your last bath on your face, washing yourself up. You argued with yourself as part of you wished he would come back for more.

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sugarprincessbitch · 1 year

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Yandere Ramsay Bolton x Half-Sister! Reader

Warning ⚠️ Incest/R*pe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#ramsay bolton #ramsay bolton x reader #yandere game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #yandere x reader #fanfic #game of thrones universe #yandere ramsay x reader #roose bolton #house bolton

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rippanasworld · 1 month

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Being in a relationship with Roose Bolton🥀

AU:This is my first time writing about rose Bolton. I hope you guys enjoy.

Being in a relationship with Roose Bolton is an experience like no other. From the moment his piercing gaze meets yours, you know that you've captured his attention – and his unwavering loyalty. With Roose, love isn't about grand gestures or flowery words – it's about a quiet strength, a steadfast presence, and a bond forged in the face of adversity.

Roose Bolton is a man of few words, but when he speaks, his voice carries weight. He chooses his words carefully, each one a building block in the fortress of his affection. With Roose, you learn to savor the moments of connection, even if they're fleeting. A shared glance across a crowded room, a gentle squeeze of the hand – these are the currency of his love, and they're worth more than any extravagant display.

But for all his stoicism, Roose also has a tender side. Beneath the hardened exterior lies a heart that's been broken and mended, a past that still haunts him. In those rare moments when he lets his guard down, you'll catch a glimpse of the vulnerability that lies beneath – a flicker of uncertainty, a hint of pain. It's in these moments that you'll feel the true depth of his love, a love that's as much about protecting you as it is about cherishing you.

Being with Roose Bolton is a journey into the unknown. His path has been marked by loss and pain, but also by resilience and unwavering commitment. He's a man who knows the cost of love, and he's willing to pay it again and again. With Roose, you learn that true love isn't about easy days and sunshine – it's about standing side by side in the face of the storm, offering a hand of support, and reminding him that you'll never leave his side.

Above all, being with Roose Bolton is about finding a partner in crime, a confidant, and a rock. With Roose, there's no need for games or pretense – he sees you for who you are, flaws and all, and loves you unconditionally. He'll be your steadfast companion, your silent supporter, and your unwavering anchor in a world that can sometimes feel like it's spinning out of control. And in the quiet moments, when the weight of the world seems too much to bear, you'll find solace in the knowledge that Roose is there, always, offering a shoulder to cry on and a hand to hold.

#fanfiction #y/n #got x reader #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones #roose bolton

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alannybunnue · 1 year

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Ok, A Tale for our Story: Their Betrothal

So...i have been gaining many ideas in my head, in which i wouldn't write about if you guys didn't asked for it.

But since this story hasn't been gaining the attention it deserves, i decided to do this idea that i had a long time ago.

Another day, another time for a good and long hunt for Lady Karstark, the youngest daughter of the late Lord Karstark, who was known to be rebellious and not "ladylike".

Never enjoyed to peaceful lifestyle that common ladies had, and she made a vow to never live such boredom.

And that bothered many, especially her older brother, Rickard Karstark, current Lord of Karhold and the only one responsible for her.

Who was waiting impatiently for his sister's return.

"My dear brother, waiting for my arrival? Alright, what do you want from me?" - She questioned, as the lady got off of her horse, to face Rickard.

"You know pretty well, it has been 3 days" - Rickard reminded her - "And ever since i announced that you were betrothed, you began to run away pretending to go hunt."

The lady sighed immediately - 'not this again' - She thought to herself, as she turns around to walk away from her brother - "I thought my betrothed would have give up on waiting by now, after waiting 3 days for his bride to arrive."

"Well, he hasn't" - Declared her brother - "In fact, he will arrive today."

Lady Karstark immediately stopped at Rickard's word. Looking back at her brother, she didn't noticed the two guards coming closer.

"This is the best for you, sister, forgive me" - He said as the guards dragged her away

Locked in her chambers, she looked around to find a beautiful gown and a note 'Dress yourself' , the lady ignored everything. With no other option, she spent her time preparing for a plan, the good side was that her room gave her a clear view of Karhold's gates, so she would know when her betrothed would arrive.

While waiting, she started tying up any cloth she would find, sheets, curtains. So when the time came, she could escape from her window while everyone else was busy.

Soon, the gates were open, and the men that entered were holding flags with the sigil of House Bolton, that only indulged her even more, there's no way she would marry a Bolton.

While in the other side of the Castle, Rickard welcomed Lord Roose Bolton, knowing that his days of stress where coming to an end.

"Although, i was expecting to see Lady Karstark" - Expressed Lord Bolton, sounding bit disappointed, in which Rickard answered - "Ah yes, the guards are already bringing her-"

The Lord of Karhold was interrupted by his guards running around, as one approached him with words that keep coming back everytime.

"Lady Karstark has left her chambers!"

While Lord Karstark looked tired of his sister's escapades, Roose smiled amused.

This was going to be fun.

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A/N: No words...just love Lady Karstark/Bolton

#a song of ice and fire #yandere concept #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #game of thrones #house bolton #roose bolton #house karstark #rickard karstark #kastark!reader #bolton!reader

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a-libra-writes · 11 months

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as I wallow in my fever filled misery I binge your blog for most of the day and i absolutely love it, i hope it's okay if i ask for whoever you want from ASOIAF with their sick s/o love you

Im sorry this is hittin so late anon! I hope you recovered well~ Here's a couple peeps for ya.

Brandon - He's terrible at noticing when he's getting sick himself, and actually sitting and resting ... so while Brandon will notice when your energy is low or you don't feel well, he doesn't worry until you finally collapse. Then he feels terrible while he carries you back and you're set up in a spare room (he wouldn't mind sharing the bed, but he's already been lectured to death by the maester about what a bad idea that is. He doesn't care he probably sneaks into the spare room anyway.

Because Brandon is restless on a good day, so when you're feeling ill and awful, he's distracted. He keeps thinking about you throughout the day, and checks on you often. If you're not improving, he's doggedly following the maester around and hovering and trying to be useful and just ends up getting kicked out. Everyone's relieved when you finally improve, and yes, he gets sick because he couldn't stay away but it barely knocks the guy out. Not fair.

Ned - Ned would be the one who notices your energy dropping and the loss of appetite in combination with the change in weather. It's especially uncanny if you're someone who doesn't get sick often, and he still figures it out. He's also the type who offers you warm food and rest early on, in hopes you'd shake off the cold early. It's all fun and games to tease Ned about being a mother hen until your sickness gets worse and you're stuck in bed. Great. He won't say "I told you so", buuut he still laughs a little when you complain about being stuck in bed all day.

Ned feels bad about you having to be holed up in a spare room, though, but at least you're in one of the heated ones. He visits at least three times throughout the day, bringing whatever you need and keeping you company if you'd like it. If you're the sort who wants to be totally alone when you're sick, he respects it, but he's gotta stop by to at least say goodnight. Also, it's just Ned's luck that he gets sick just days after you do, every. single. time. It's usually worse, too.

Benjen - He does what he can with what's available at the Wall. While he keeps his usual jovial self up around you, wanting to encourage you, he privately worries about your health. Benjen sneaks in extra furs and extra food - If anyone catches him, all he has to do is drop the smile and glare them down. It's surprisingly effective. He'd like to stay by your side all day and night, but he can't risk getting ill himself and there's work to do.

So Benjen comes in in the morning and late evening, starting by giving you a kiss on the brow, then making sure you're comfortable, then showing off whatever he snuck out of the kitchens. He's got a nautral and relaxed bedside manner, but can be surprisingly stern if you try to get up before you're ready. Maybe if this was the South, but the Wall isn't the place to risk it. Oh and he gets sniffles and sick later bc he kept up with the kissing.

Stannis - What a surprise, Stannis matter of factly states you're in no condition to go about your usual business, and you ought to set up in the spare room. Maester is called, food brought, medicine taken, done and done, right? Back to work. The thing is, if you often ask for him and you're clearly not feeling well, he has a difficult time getting back to his duties. He tells you many times to call a servant, but the guilt actually starts to bother him, especially if you get worse before you get better. Stannis sits on the very edge of the bed (his bedside manner is hilariously bad, don't worry,) and keeps asking you to go back to sleep and stop chattering.

His own health actually isn't that bad, especially considering the seige, but guess what. That one time you got out of bed to get something yourself, he caught you and irritably carried you back? That's what gets him. Stannis still doesn't get as sick as you do, but he's definitely bellyaching about it while you take care of him.

Oberyn - He's the sort of man whose either a godsend when you're sick, or driving you up a wall. It depends! If you want constant attention and fussing, Oberyn will indulge in your neediness all you want. He rather likes it, feeling like he's helping even if you don't immediately improve. If you want to be left alone to puke and snot in peace, well ... he has a hard time staying away. Oberyn wants to be the one bringing your medicine and food, whatever you need, and he wants to stay and linger. Even if it's just to chat, or run his hand down your back.

And yes, he’ll still want to share the bed unless you’re in an absolutely awful state. You'll have to kick Oberyn out eventually, or just move to one of the guest rooms yourself, otherwise he’ll get sick - except he never does, the jerk. Must be all the citrus.

Ashara - She's also the sort of person who would pick up on the weather changing and the change in your attitude, and point out you're probably getting sick. She says it so suddenly, and it's so early, you wouldn't believe her ... aaand two or three days later, you're laid out in bed. Just great. Once the maester is done with his business, Ashara likes to visit if it's just a cold. She's smart about being careful where she touches you, not getting too close, avoiding your cough, she even brings a citrus fruit basket and implores you to eat some. Her bedside manner is lovely too, and she brought your favorite book? Alright, this isn't so bad.

She will stay away if you start getting worse, and it just makes her worry more. In that case she's making sure the maester is bringing in gifts, even if you feel too poorly to enjoy a book or a bouquet of flowers - it's about knowing that someone cares and is worried about you.

Asha - It's straight to the spare room with you. Nope, no whining, no ifs or buts, no kisses no matter how much you whine about it. Asha loves you but she is not about to have you snotting and coughing all over the bed. At least she's not about to let you be totally miserable, Asha's pretty good about barking at you to eat more and drink water. There's not a lot in the way of medicine on the Iron Islands, but Asha's recovered from some pretty nasty spells before. She figures you'll do the same.

... There's some worrying when it takes a while. If you try to be stubborn and suffer through what's probably pneumonia, then Asha will drag a maester over from the greenlands by his ankles. Hiding weakness like a proper Ironborn is all well and good until you're coughing blood, then she calls you a fool and fusses endlessly.

Roose - He'll tell you that you're getting sick, and mention you ought to do something about it. His suggestions are pretty terrible, though - no, Roose, you aren't drinking that weird wine or doing leeching or bleeding or whatever. You're fine. Except when the flu finally hits, and you're fighting off his damn maester with a stick. Weird treatments aside, Roose seems like his aloof self, though you're also too addled by fever and congestion to pay attention to his comings and goings. He's actually keeping a close eye on your progress and more or less threatening the maester and servants that he expects you to improve within a fortnight, as if they can directly control it. Well, they better figure something out.

Getting worse means Roose actually ending your sickroom, as if there's something others have missed that only he can see. He spends a lot of time ... watching, and while his face is impassive, there's worry. A lot of worry. He might start disposing of the help and this maester if you don't get better. A lot of the irrational, explosive bloodlust anger that he's spend years burying down is starting to bubble up and there's not a lot of outlets for it. Once your condition turns around, it calms itself, if only for a while. He still won't forget his servant's incompetence.

Jaime - For seasonal colds and a yearly flu, Jaime is gonna avoid you like the plague because a) he hates getting sick and b), all the snotting and vomitting is gross. ... And Jaime's actually not good at dealing with a loved one whose ill, both in the sense it's difficult to see them that way, and he has no idea what to do. You think his father gave a damn when he was ill, or let that be an excuse to stop training? You think his siblings had any idea what a good bedside manner was?

It's easy for him to tease once you're recovering and able to leave the sickroom, though his barbs aren't as pointed. It isn't easy when you aren't recovering quickly, or when you get worse. He doesn't know what to do with himself, so Jaime acts out in a way, threatening the maester, being in an irritable mood, having no way to help because this isn't his area of expertise.

#i feel like i did something similar but i have no ideaaaaa #anyhoo!#game of thrones x reader #got x reader #brandon stark x reader #ned stark x reader #benjen stark x reader #stannis baratheon x reader #oberyn martell x reader #asha greyjoy x reader #roose bolton x reader #jaime lannister x reader #ashara dayne x reader

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axelsagewrites · 1 year

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Heyy hii I've been wanting to read something about Roose Bolton lately, oddly enough, but there aren't many people writing it. The Reader is the female version of Roose. They're having a diplomatic marriage, but Roose is starting to really have feelings for the reader. I hope you have time. Have a nice daysss

Roose Bolton*Perhaps

Pairing: Roose Bolton x F!Umber!Reader

Summary: When Roose meets his potential next wife he realises their is more to her than he originally expected.

Word count: 1292

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You had known from a young age love and marriage did not mix. You could try and love your future husband sure. Maybe love would grow. But after watching marriage after marriage and try after try from all your friends and family in their own arrangements you realised it was pointless. Deep down of course you wanted love but the risk of it was too great.

When you became of age talks of marriage began as expected for any lady of any semi known house in Westeros. Being from House Umber was no exception. While you agreed to be married you demanded to know who to. You practically laughed in your families face when they suggested a boy from House Poole. “Surely I’m at least worth a Hornswood betrothal if not better,” you protested. “If I must be sold off at least get my money’s worth,”

Your demand to play the long game and wait for a better marriage seemingly was about to pay off when your family got word that Lord Bolton was looking for a new wife. You had heard about the Flayed Lord before and his unique family to put it lightly. It was you who pushed your father to secure the match. If you had to be married what better than the second most powerful house in the north? The Starks only had three sons and they were all children, and you had no desire to wait that long. so the match was secured and suddenly you found yourself in a carriage crossing the North to the Dreadfort to meet him.

On paper Roose was happy with all your attributes. A good house and what he had heard a decent enough looker. it was also refreshing to him that he had yet to hear your name in any scandals, something other potential wives did not have in common. He thought he didn’t care about any of the specifics or personality of his wife. He wanted a wife not a lover after all. Then when your carriage pulled up and he opened the door to help you step out he realised how wrong he had been.

The first thing he noticed was how your gloved hand gently gripped his as you gracefully climbed out the carriage. You wore a polite smile that seemed to enchant the usually logical man. He hadn’t expected you to be so beautiful. He had never cared what style women wore their hair in before, but he couldn’t help but admire the way it framed your face perfectly. “Lady Umber,” he greeted, managing to keep a smile away from his face.

“Lord Bolton,” the way your mouth moved as you said his name almost made him shiver. You pulled your hand back from his, Roose realising he had not taken it back when you did so, “It is an honour to meet such a great man,” The phrase flattery will get you everywhere had never rung so true, “However after such a long journey Im afraid me and my men are tired. If you wouldn’t mind awfully, could we perhaps join you and your men for some refreshments while we chat,”

Roose held back his chuckle as he realised what you were asking. Even the Boltons could not get away with defying guest rights, “Of course my lady,” he said as he wondered what other tricks you had up your sleeve, “It would be an honour to dine with you. I shall have my people set up the hall,”

He couldn’t help but be sadden when you left his company to join the ladies that had travelled with you, and he held back his grimace as he talked with your father. As much as he wished to join your company again when he entered the hall, he noticed you had already been sat with your own company. He decided to admire from afar while your father continued his relentless chatter.

For the three days you had been visiting he had yet to secure a moment alone with you. Roose did his best to savour even the shared time he got with you, appreciating your conversation. He admired how much you could say with so little words and how up to date you seemed to be. You were perfect. He had to have you, not just as a wife. Something about you drew him closer each day.

When your father began discussing terms of marriage, he soon agreed to them all, even accepting a slightly smaller dowery than he would have liked. He wouldn’t usually concern himself with a strangers feeling but he felt the need to know yours on the matter. “Lady Umber,” he greeted as he approached where you were stood talking to your ladies, “Would you care to join me on a walk of the castle?”

“You are so kind Lord Bolton,” you smiled as you took his arm, linking yours with his and nodding goodbye to your ladies, “Perhaps it is best that I get to know the Dreadfort better. After all, from what my father tells me I will expect to see far more of it,” you said as he began to walk you through the halls.

Roose chuckled lightly, “So you already know,”

You nodded, biting back a smirk, “In all honesty Lord Bolton it was my idea,” this however did surprise him.

“Please call me Roose,” he said, glancing down at your face which looked so beautiful in the candlelight, “May I ask why?”

“You may,” you said as you began to walk up the staircase, he had led you to, “The Boltons are a very fine house with a strong reputation. The dreadfort is also known for its security and proximity to the sea which enables for trade. I fail to see a reason against this marriage,”

“You are not sad it is not a marriage of love?” he asked as you approached the top of the stairs. He had led you to the top of the dreadfort to overview the banks of the Weeping Waters. It was one of the few beautiful sights at the dreadfort. “Is that not what most girls concern themselves with? Love, pretty dresses, and tales of knights?”

“Have you met many women Roose?” you asked with a raised eyebrow that caused him to tilt his head in curiosity, “Maybe as girls we fantasise of the story book tales. However, I am not a girl Lord Bolton,” you said as you walked up to the half wall to get a better view of the water crashing along the banks, “We listen far more than the men. That’s how we know so much,”

“Whenever I see women together you are all just exchanging frivolous gossip,” he quipped before joining you watching the waters.

The way your lips curved into a smirk sent shivers down his spine. “Frivolous gossip?” you asked, “Maybe when you’re in earshot I suppose but trust me on one thing Lord Bolton. I know far more than you think,” you said before turning your eyes to the man.

You held his gaze with no fear or hesitation unlike so many men he had met. “Perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye lady umber,” he said, keeping your gaze.

You chuckled lightly, the sound like an angel’s choir to his ear, “Perhaps there is,” you said with unwavering gaze.

“Perhaps I’d like to learn about it,” Roose stepped closer to you, his chest just a foot away from your own. He looked down at you with curious eyes. There was so much he wanted to know.

You looked up at him, equally wondering if this marriage would be more than the diplomatic relationship you had expected, “Perhaps you will,”

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Chapter Four : DreadFort

Dreadfort (Domeric is 10, Ramsay is 13) this chapter was written with little help from ProtonCoccus

The air around the Dreadfort was colder than neighboring Winterfell. For a raven to survive such cold, it must have a special bloodline. Communication using those birds ranged from two to three days to a whole moon. Sending missives to the Boltons took around five days at best, and a week at worst.

Roose Bolton sat inside his solar, freshly leeched and pale as always. It was rare for the Lord Paramount to suddenly send him a letter, detailing the potential betrothal of his son Domeric and Sansa Stark. Perhaps, the Quiet Wolf finally broke free of the Trout Wife's control, that was what he hoped.

"You called for me, Father?" inquired Domeric, having just entered the room.

"Yes. I received a letter from Lord Stark. We are to depart for Winterfell in three days' time."

"To what do we owe this visit?"

"That my son, you will discover. You have always been curious about the Northern Ruby."

His father 's words struck Domeric. He was to meet Sansa Stark, a true jewel amidst the cold climate of the land. He had hoped to one day marry her; the Flayed Men could use some Direwolf pelts.

" Will Ramsey be coming with us " Domeric asked in a low tone hoping he wasn't Ramsey was a rough playmate to play with he was cruel and harsh especially to animals.

" Yes, unfortunately " Lord Bolton mumbled knowing he couldn't leave Ramsay alone God knows what the boy would do.

" When do we depart " Domeric inquired.

" In a few days, Domeric listen to me carefully this visit must go well you must be on your best behavior " Roose firmly told his son.

" I promise but I can't say the same about Ramsay " Domeric mumbled.

" Leave your half brother to me " Roose said knowing he would have a sternly talking with that boy.

His father soon dismissed him and Domeric made his way back to his chambers with a smile on his face as he was walking back he bump into someone on the way.

Domeric looked up and noticed it was only his cruel half brother, " Ramsay "

" Brother, why are you in a rush don't tell me father realizes what a disappointment you are and has cast you aside in favor of me " Ramsay smirked.

" No, father was just telling me we leave for Winterfell in a few days " Domeric answered.

" The Starks, I hear you're married to the red wolf a beauty but her eldest sister Lyarra is considered the most beautiful lady in the north I wonder why father didn't bethroed you to her " Ramsay exclaimed.

" Father says he tried to but Lord Stark refused the betrothal " Domeric muttered.

" I could see why you aren't good enough for a beautiful lady like that, Sansa Stark is perfect for you brother " Ramsay said.

" I should pack " Domeric said and tried to walk away but Ramsay blocked his path.

" Don't walk away from me little brother " Ramsay snarled yanking his chin up harshly.

" Ramsay, stop it " Domeric whimpered.

" Make me " Ramsay challenged with a smirk as he continued to torment the little bolton.

" What's going on here " Septa Ella said making his way towards the two brother, Ramsay cursed under his breath and released his weak little brother from his hold.

"Septa Ella " Ramsay greeted with a smile.

" Are you alright Domeric " Septa Ella asked checking on the little lord.

" I'm fine " Domeric whimpered.

" We were just playing " Ramsay said.

" I don't believe that's how brother should play " Septa Ella scolded.

" I will be informing your father of this " Septa Ella informed him much to Ramsay worry knowing his father would give him another beating for acting out.

" Septa Ella but " Ramsay trailed off.

" Come along Domeric " Septa Ella said grabbing the little lord's hands with hers bringing him back to his chamber not realizing the piercing stares Ramsay sent her.

Meanwhile In Winterfell

As Lyarra was in the crypts down below staring at the statues of her lost family members the statute that really interest her was her Uncle Brandon.

Her father didn't talk much about Uncle Brandon only that he was brave and head stronger.

Lyarra eyes soon turned to the statute beside her uncle, Shaena Targaryen her uncle had married a Targaryen from what she heard two were in love and very happy with one another.

But the young dragon princess had die in childbirth giving birth to stillborn child, as the young she-wolf continued to stare at the statue for some reason she felt a connection to the woman herself.

Footsteps began to approach, Lyarra turned her head and saw her father walking towards her with a smile.

" Lya, what are you doing down here your mother been looking everywhere for you " Ned said.

" I'm sorry papa I was just curious about the crypts " Lyarra mumbled.

Ned stared at the statues of his lost brother and sister signing he missed them each passing day.

" Can you tell me more of Shaena Targaryen " Lyarra blurted out causing Ned to look at her with a sad smile on his face.

His niece was staring to look like her mother more and more each passing day which worried him, it was no doubt that Lyarra was Shaena's daughter through and through the way she would sing and play the harp like Shaena and Rhaegar would in the capital.

Through she had his brother eyes, smile and spirit, she truly was both parts of her parents a stark and a Targaryen.

" Shaena Targaryen was the princess of dragonstone the younger twin sister of Prince Rhaegar, she was fierce and kind in many ways and cared deeply about the people's welfare she loved to sword fight with her brother Rhaegar and sing and play the harp " Ned states.

" She sounds like an amazing person " Lyarra smiled.

" She was " Ned muttered looking at his sister-in-law statute with sadness in his eyes.

" Did Uncle Brandon love her " Lyarra. questioned.

" Very much your uncle adored her the two ruled Winterfell and Dragonstone for a time being "

" Mother says she was a thief that stole things that didn't belong to her, why does mother hate Aunt Shaena so much " .

" That's a story for another time now come along you'll be late to your sew lessons your mother will be furious if you miss it " Ned said ushering the curious little ice-she wolf out of the crypts.

King's Landing

As Jaime was making his way to his sister's chambers he heard moaning and grunts coming from outside.

His eyes widen in alarm and tugged at the doorknob only to realize it was locked.

Jaime knock on the door with a bang angry beginning to fill in his body.

Inside, Cersei was on her hands and knees being pounded from behind by one of her many lovers Ser Kettleblack.

She would often taking him in his bed a few times when Jaime was away on King's guard business.

" That's it pleasure your queen " Cersei moaned as the knight thrusting into her harder and fast her boobs began to bounce up and down.

" Fuck, my queen " The knight grunted as tried to hold back from spilling his seed into the Queen.

A loud knock on the door causes them to pause for a moment, " Who is it " Cersei asked with a wearily voice.

" Sweet sister may I come inside " Jaime asked from outside her chamber door.

" Not now Jaime " Cersei snarled.

Cersei eyes widened, " Should I go, my queen? " The knight asked looking at her.

" No keep fucking me " Cersei commanding some part of her wanted to let her brother in but another part of her wanted to teach him lesson for forgetting about her.

Her brother had been busy the last couples of weeks guarding her fat oaf of a husband, leaving her bed cold forcing her to find pleasure elsewhere.

The knight nodded and began to thrust back into her at a faster race, the lioness trying her best to cover her moans up.

" Who's in there with you " Jaime snarled and began to pound his fists on the door loudly.

" No one brother now go before I have you personally removed " Cersei moaned lowly.

Jaime cursed under his breath and walked away from his sister's chambers wondering if his sister was being unfaithful to him.

No she couldn't be they had made a promise "I will only love you and take you into my bed Jaime no men can make me feel the way I do about you " Cersei promised him on their sixteen nameday the first time they made love to one another.

He had made a vow too that day claiming he would relinquish his right to Casterly rock and join the king's guard so he'll never have to marry or have children.

He never wanted to wed or have a family of his own with another other woman but Cersei he had once dreamed of marrying Cersei he had brought up running away one time to Cersei but she had just laughed at him and said be practical.

Cersei carved power without it she would be nothing, she obsessed with Joffrey one day ruling the seven kingdoms and she as acting regent.

Robert wouldn't live for long not the way he was living he would soon perish one day and Joffrey would become king.

God help the seven kingdoms when that day would come knowing Joffrey as King would be a nightmare.

" Quite the nightmare. " Jaime thought

Jaime let out a sign he knew he would have to repair things with his sister hopefully she would forgive him for being distance towards him but in the end she would always forgive him.

Hopefully she would forgive him again this time around.

Author Note

So a little more glimpse into the bolton family, Domeric and Ramsay

Jaime first references in the chapter don't worry he'll grow throughout the story

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