Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Bad girl - Ramsay x Reader

(Y/n) hated him......no she loathed him; but more than that, she despised herself for needing him......wanting the animal that lay in bed next to her. He was a monster; everyone would agree on that. A purely evil being wrapped in the skin of a man; a creature that felt no remorse for his actions. Who enjoyed, reveled in the pain that he inflicted upon others. A being able to commit the worst of atrocities and smile as if they were nothing. The childlike delight that he would get, as he flayed people alive; guaranteed to send a shiver down the spines of any god fearing, sane person. And in the beginning, that was what she had felt, nothing but disgust......nothing but fear. Yet now.......

Ramsay had not been what she had wanted to find herself betrothed to; the furthest thing from it in fact. It not that he wasn't handsome, it just that she had heard of his ghastly reputation, long before she had even got to the Dreadfort. And when they had finally met, there had been something about his smile that had made her uneasy; something in his eyes that made her feel as though he was already planning on how to hurt her......how to kill her in the worst way possible. Yet despite her fears, he had not harmed a hair on her head. Yes, the day that they had been wed, he had taken her; he had fucked her hard. Done with her exactly as he wished; a smile on his lips when she had cried out, when tears came to her eyes as he took her maidenhood. But despite the initial pain, she had to admit that she had come to enjoy his roughness; the hurt quickly being replaced by something wonderful, as he thrust himself into her over and over again, while pinning her arms by her sides. She loving his hand wrapped around her throat; she needing to feel his fingers dig into her hips, his palm slapping her backside until it felt as though it were on fire. The dirty, depraved things that he whispered into her ear, as he continued to enjoy her body, the most sinful things that she had ever heard. But with each word, she had come to want him more. She had wanted him to fulfil his promises; (Y/n) getting wetter and wetter at the notion of him filling every part of her. Of him not only fucking her womanhood, but her mouth and backside too; of him spilling his seed down her throat, over her breast and stomach. Ramsay chuckling as her teeth bit harshly into the muscles of his shoulders. He groaning, telling her that she was a bad girl, that she was his bad girl and nothing and no one would take her from him. That he would kill anyone that tried to come between them. And even though she had wondered about that, he had proved that it was true, when he had killed his former bedwarmer, Myranda. The daughter of the Dreadfort's kennelmaster, having come to kill her when she believed that Ramsay was not around. The servant screaming at her, telling her that Ramsay would always be hers, before lunging towards her, and cutting (Y/n)'s cheek with the dagger that she held tightly in her hand. Ramsay's sudden roar of anger, as the door to the chambers was thrown open, causing both women to look at him. The heir to the Dreadfort seeing red, as he looked at the cut, the blood that was trickling down his wife's face. And even though he had taken Myranda into his arms, as she had run to him and tried to convince him, that it had been the lady that had attacked her, he had not been fooled by his former lover. Ramsay smiling as he wrapped his hands around the servant girls throat and began to squeeze. He not loosening his grip until the light had left her eyes. The lord throwing her to one side, then making his way to (Y/n); pulling her close and resting his hand, a hand that had just killed a woman in front of her eyes, delicately on her cheek. Ramsay wanting to know if she was alright, if Myranda had hurt her anywhere else; the feared bastard ordering his men to throw the girl's body to his dogs, as he held (Y/n) close, reiterating the promise that he would not let anyone hurt her.

"I hate you.........." Both she and Ramsay smiling as she spoke.

"Good..........." He simply replied, before placing his hand on her cheek.

"But you still want me to fuck you, don't you. You still want my cock slamming into your hot, wet, tight cunt, don't you. You still want my hand around your throat; to taste my seed as it spills down your throat. Still want to be a bad girl for me; to let me explore all of you.........." He continued. His smile growing as he cupped her womanhood and felt her arousal soak his fingers. An animalistic growl coming from deep inside him, as he pushed two of his fingers inside her, and (Y/n) moaned lewdly at his touch. Ramsay unable to hold himself back; knowing that despite the fact he wanted nothing more than to tease her until she was a whimpering mess that was begging him to take her, he just couldn't. He needed her, and he had to have her. The Bolton heir pushing her onto her back; Ramsay forcing her legs apart so that he could move between me. Taking his cock in his hand and brushing it between her soft folds until he was coated in her juices, then pushing himself inside her. Ramsay gritting his teeth as her body gripped him tightly, and her fingers pulled at his hair. (Y/n) already begging him, already pleading with him to do all the dark things that he had promised. His eyes growing black with pure lust as he looked down at his beautiful bride who writhed in pleasure beneath him. Ramsay knowing that even if she did really hate him, it only added to the desire he had for her. The desire to keep her with him. To make sure that he was the only one that would ever know what a bad girl (Y/n) could really be.