okbutramsaybolton: Sweet SisterPairing: Ramsay Bolton/Reader, OC Ramsay/OC ReaderWarnings: Smut….

okbutramsaybolton:

Sweet Sister

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton/Reader, OC Ramsay/OC Reader

Warnings: Smut. Like, so much. Also incesty (half brother/half sister typa thing).

Summery: Ramsay comes to your room with not so clean intentions…

A/N: this is so so dirty. But, it’s Ramsay at the end of the day so…🤗 but anyway, enjoy! If you have ideas, pls send them to me/request stuff!

You were combing your hair before bed when you heard your door open. You glanced towards it through the reflection in your mirror, expecting one of your maidens to be scurrying around to prepare you for bed. Who you saw enter you did not expect in the slightest, but you stayed calm.
“Sweet sister” Ramsay said, smiling at you as he bore into your eyes through the reflection of the mirror you were sat at.
“Can I help you, Snow?” You ask, spite dropping from your words. You despised Ramsay. He was a bastard and your half brother, your mother being the late Lady of Dreadfort, Bethany Bolton. You had heard the rumours. Rumours that Ramsay had poisoned your late brother, Domeric, upon his return to the Dreadfort. You hated him. Ramsay’s smile didn’t falter. “I’ve heard many tales of your mother’s beauty, many paintings of her hang from the walls. You look just like her you know.” He said, slowly walking towards you, never looking away from you in the mirror.

“Don’t talk about my mother in my presence” you say, trying to stay calm. Your mother died when you and your beloved brother were young when a fever took her. “They say your mother was the beauty of the North, that father was lucky to have married such a jewel and produce an heir and a beautiful daughter from her”.
You knew what he was doing. He loved to push your buttons. He particularly loved to rub it in that you had been born with a cunt, meaning it will be him who will one day be lord of Dreadfort, even though it should have been you.
“With her raven hair, soft skin. I have heard she had the most perfect lips in Westeros by far” he said. He had finally approached you. He stood behind you and swept you long, raven hair over one shoulder and looked at you in the mirror. You wanted to slap him, but you knew father would hear of it and you didn’t want to anger him. He hated dealing with yours and Ramsay’s quarrels.

“Don’t touch me, bastard” you say, your fists clenching hard in you lap. You could feel your nails digging into the skin, no doubt drawing blood.
“Your hair is so soft sweet sister. You really are the spitting image of you beloved mother” he says.
You had had enough now. You get up swiftly, looking straight into his eyes. “If you dare speak one more word of my mother in front of me, I shall cut your tongue from your disgusting mouth and feed it to your vile dogs. And when they have shit it out again, I will make you eat it while the whole of the Dreadfort watches.” You spit, shocked, yet oddly proud of your sudden outburst.

Ramsay’s smile drops for the first time since entering your chambers and you begin to regret what you said. But a moment later, his smirk returns, but this time, his eyes having grown a darker shade of blue. “But if I had no tongue, sweet sister, how am I to do this?”
Suddenly, he grips the sides of your face and his lips are pressed against yours, leaving you to gasp as he does this, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. You want to scream, you try to hit him away, but he backs you against the wall, forcing your hands to your sides. He grinds himself against you and you can feel his bulge through his trousers.

You should be disgusted. Your brother, despite being half and a bastard, is pushing his cock against your cunt, while his tongue is exploring your mouth. But your not disgusted. You melt into the kiss and grind back against him. He pulls away and your eyebrows knit together, realising what just happened and your thoughts of it. “Get out” you say. He smirks. “You don’t want me to go though, do you my darling sister” He coos, his had snaking down towards your pooling heat, lightning rubbing your clit through your thin nightgown. You lightly moan against his touch, your back arching from the wall. “Please, Ramsay” you mummer. “Please what y/n? Tell me what you want” he purrs against your ear, tucking a stand of dark hair behind it and proceeding to place kisses against your jaw and neck. “Fuck me, Snow. Show me how a bastard fucks” you say, knowing this will anger him slightly, making him fuck you harder.

This wouldn’t be your first time getting fucked. You had had many admirers flock to the Dreadfort to try and win your affections, but only the best made it to your bed. You knew what you were doing with Ramsay. You knew what he liked and disliked, and you knew he wanted you for a long time. Since he arrived at the Dreadfort he had been giving you looks a brother should not be giving his sister. It disgusted you at first, but then it started to make you feel things in your core, and this this made you hate Ramsay even more.

He flips you around so your warm face is against the cool wall, one hand holding you face against it and the other sliding up your body to play with your breasts. “I am to be a Lord one day. I am to be your Lord! And you shall be my whore sister. I shall fuck you whenever I want you to. Tonight I will show you how your Lord will fuck you” he breathes against your ear. You can feel your cunt throbbing, begging for his touch. “Please, m’Lord! Please fuck me!” You beg, knowing this will please him. You knew how Ramsay liked to be in charge of all situations, and this was clearly no exception. “Good, my darling sister. You shall make a good whore for me”.

The next thing you knew, you were stripped bare and standing at the foot of your bare. Ramsay was wearing just a thin shirt and his trousers, his vest and coat being thrown off. He circled you, examining your body, cupping your ass and breasts as he came to them. “You truly are beautiful, sweet y/n. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen” he says. This almost tender moment was quickly over when Ramsay pushes you onto the bed, hovering above you, passionately kissing you again, his hands toying with your nipples. You can feel his hard cock against your thigh, making you moan loudly as you grow wetter and causing you to buck your hips up to press you core against him, begging him to do something. You can feel him smirk against your lips at this, delighted at the fact he’s the one making you feel this way, seeing you begging him to fuck you.

You can barely take it anymore, so you slip a hand between the two of you and rub your clit, circling it slowly. Ramsay clearly notices this as you moan loudly into the kiss and pulls away from your lips quickly, and grabs your hand. Next thing you know, Ramsay is bare as well and you hand is wrapped around his rock hard cock. You cunt throbs harder at this, the thought that you are the one making Ramsay this hard. You’re the one he wants to fuck. “Yes y/n” he hisses as you slowly pump his cock, looking into his eyes as you do. “My little whore sister knows just what to do to her Lord brother” he groans as he shoves your head down to his dick to replace your hand there. You kitten lick his tip, collecting the pre cum, making him growl.

You don’t know how long you can take this. Your pussy is practically dripping by this point, begging to be fucked. You suddenly take him in your mouth, bobbing your head against him quickly, looking up at him as his eyes are clenched shut, his hands lost in your long hair. “Stop” he says suddenly and you know what’s about to happen. “If you keep going I won’t get to cum in your sweet little pussy” he says. His words turn you on even more, if that was even possible by then. He pushes you back, your head falling against your soft pillows. “Look at you, my little whore sister practically dripping for her brother” he growls, causing you to moan as he collects up some of the wetness from your pussy on his fingers and sucks them dry. “You look so beautiful like this” he says. You can’t take this anymore. You grab his dick, making him moan loudly, and rub it against your glistening folds, wordlessly begging him to fuck you.

He clearly gets the hint, as he shoves his dick into you, making you scream his name, and he yours. “Fuck Ramsay! Faster! Please!” You pant. “Y/n! Fuck, you’re so tight!” He says, ploughing into you, watching your tits bounce as he thrusts in and out of your clenching pussy, his fingers toying with your clit.
“I’m…so close…Ramsay!” you say, barely able to form a comprehendible sentence due to wave you feel is about to wash over you. “Cum for me, y/n. Cum over your big brothers cock” he purrs against your ear, pushing you over the edge and you feel your pussy clench once more and Ramsay’s big cock twitch inside you, as he spills his seed just after your orgasm washes over you. You feel yours and Ramsay’s juices mix as they drip out of your cunt and down your thighs.

Ramsay pulls out a few moments later, after you have both recovered from your highs. “Ramsay…” you finally manage to stutter, utterly wiped out after that. Ramsay is already dressed and places a light kiss on your head. “Sleep well, my best beloved. I shall see you tomorrow.” He whispers, before pulling your sheets over you, and quietly slipping out of your room, leaving you to sleep soundly.

Gonna save this for when I can actually enjoy it properly 👍🏻