#iwan rheon imagine

[axelsagewrites]

Ramsay Bolton*Catch You

Pairing: Ramsay x F!Reader

Summary: Ramsay gives the reader one last chance to escape before becoming his wife

Requested by @darkrose33

Warnings: Ramsay, swearing, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, f! receiving oral, humiliation, rough sex, degradation, chase kink 18+

Word count: 1894

A/N: Ramsay is a terrible terrible person who did terrible terrible things that I do not condone...however Iwan Rheon made him so attractive in a strange way so you cannot blame me for writing smut for him

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“You can run,” his voice bellowed through the forest as your feet crashed across the ground amongst the trees, “But you can’t hide,”

It was a cat and mouse game. Ramsay wanted you but you couldn’t marry a traitor even if secretly you wanted him too. Any other person would be scared when they heard his boots crunching on branches and leaves as he ran through the forest after you. a weird spark lit up in your stomach.

“If you can make it to the other side, you’ll be a free woman,” he said, candlelight illuminating the chamber that had become your cell. He’d never laid a hand on you, but gods did he want to.

“And if I don’t?” you asked.

Ramsay smirked, lightly holding your jaw in his hand despite your grimace, “Once I catch you, you won’t want anyone else,”

Leaves and twigs scrapped your face as you ran through the trees, jumping over logs, and twisting around roots. You could hear him getting closer and your heart pounding in your ears. Another log jumped another corner turned then suddenly you had to stop and catch yourself. A lake the width of two men’s heights stretched across you and freedom.

Not even a direwolf could clear the jump. Perhaps there’d be a narrower crossing point further up but how long did you have before he caught up? Your head spun as you tried to look for an option. You heard his laugh running through the wind. Without any other option you began to attempt to climb the nearest tree.

Your hand gripped the branch and you managed to only get a few feet off the ground when your hand began to slip. Trying to find another spot to grab, the branch holding your foot snapped beneath it, your body moved to cling to the tree, but you began to slip. You yelped when you felt yourself falling or perhaps it was from the hand that suddenly was on your hips.

“Caught you,” Ramsay smirked, not nearly as out of breath as you. His strong hands dug into your hips, “You can let go now,” he said.

There was no point trying to run. Ramsay guided you down the tree, hands still clung into your hips as your back was against him. With your feet now on the ground, Ramsay stepped forward pushing you into the tree and his front into your back. You gasped at the feeling of his hard on pressing into you. “What now?” you asked, refusing to look back.

“Now,” Ramsay said as he leaned his mouth down to your ear, his breath fanning over your skin, “I’m going to fuck your tight little hole right in this fucking forest,”

“Anyone could walk by,” your eyes widened despite the excited shiver that went down your spin.

Ramsay spun you around before pressing your back harshly into the bark, deliberately pressing his cock into you as he trapped you between his arms, “Good,” he said, his lips hoovering over yours, “That way they know what’s mine,”

With that his lips crashed onto yours in a deep and messy kiss. His hands moved to grope your chest over your dress. Ramsay groaned into the kiss when he felt your lips move back. You weren’t even sure why you felt a tingle in your stomach. This was so wrong. But gods did his lips feel good.

You gasped when he bit down harshly on your bottom lip, whimpering slightly as he moved his tongue in. his fingers trailed the edges of your neckline before gripping the fabric and pulling it down. You shivered as the cold forest air ran over your nipples that instantly hardened at the cold. Ramsay moaned when he felt your skin under his touch and grinned when he felt your hardened buds. Soft moans left your own lips as he began to twist them gently at first. Then when he pinched them suddenly you whined as a hollow feeling started in your stomach.

“Look at you already so desperate,” Ramsay’s breath was warm against your face in contrast with the forest chill, “So desperate for me,” there was a glint in his eyes as he stared you down, “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” Your face flushed and you tried to look away. Ramsay growled as he grabbed your jaw harshly, gripping it tightly in his fingers as he forced you to look him in the eye, “I asked you a question,” he said lowly, “Now answer me,” his fingers dug in deeper.

“Y-yes,” you stuttered out as you looked into his eyes which seemed to darken when you spoke.

“Yes what?” he said as he pressed himself even closer to you, no space left between you and him or the tree that dug into your spine.

You whined lightly at the feeling. Despite everything you wanted nothing more than what he was offering, “I want you to fuck me my lord,” you managed to say just above a whisper.

Ramsay smirked at your whimpering. He dropped your jaw from his grip only to begin hiking up your skirt, “All you had to do was ask,” he said as he dropped down to his knees, gazing up at your cunt, “Look how wet you are,” Ramsay said, letting your skirts fall to cover his body as he positioned himself by your cunt.

You stared off into the forest as his hot breath fanned against your wet pussy. You gasped when you felt his hands grab the flesh of your hips under your dress. His nose nudges against you and a whimper left your throat. “Please,” you whined without knowing if he could even hear you.

Finally, Ramsay gave in, and you were thankful for the tree to stabilise you as he licked up your folds. Ramsay did not pause for even a moment as his tongue began to lap up your juices. You didn’t want to moan. Anyone could come past. But when his tongue ran circles over your clit you couldn’t stop them. You felt hollow when he moved away from your clit but full as his tongue began to dive into you, licking you perfectly. Your hands were gripping bark trying to keep yourself standing as his nose nuzzled into your clit.

A knot was building in your stomach as Ramsay worked his wonders with his tongue. His hands squeezed and your hips, moving back to feel the soft flesh of your ass. His hands groping your body and his tongue licking your juices made the knot tighten. Suddenly you felt your whole-body tensing, your legs locking his head in place. “Fuck,” a long whine ripped from your throat as you felt a wave rush through your body. You couldn’t stop yourself moaning his name as you came around his tongue.

When he reappeared from between your legs his face was slick with your juices and a smirk on his lips, “I think you woke the whole forest with that one darling,” he said as his hand moved to grip your throat, “I think I should punish you for that,”

“Please,” you whimpered but the idea of him punishing you just made you ache for him.

“I think,” he said as one of his hands worked on his trousers, “I should fuck you right up against this tree,” he said as his cock sprung free. Without thinking you looked down at it and stared with awe as he held his cock in his hand, “What do you think?” he asked, turning his eyes back to yours.

You nodded but Ramsay squeezed your throat. You couldn’t just nod. “Please,” you whimpered, “Please do it. make me yours,” your hands moved to hold onto his arms, squeezing his hard biceps, “Fuck me, please I’ll be good,” you begged.

Ramsay’s eyes were filled with lust, “Such a good whore,” he said as he began to pull your skirts back up, lining himself up with your entrance, “That’s what you want right? To be my whore?”

“Yes,” you whined which turned into a gasp when you felt his tip began to push in.

Ramsay groaned as he slowly began to push his cock into you. once the head was in, he paused for a moment, and you felt yourself adjust to the burn as he stretched you out. However, he did not wait long before he suddenly began to thrust into you, his whole length diving into you and filling you up.

At first you gasped, a pain starting at first, but the pain ripped through your body like a wave of pleasure. Ramsay gripped your hips as he thrust into you and admired the tears falling from your eyes. “You look so pretty like this,” he growled sending shivers down your spine.

The pain was now wholly replaced by pleasure as he thrust into you, with each thrust your back hitting into the tree. Curse words fell from your lips in a mix of moans of whimpers. Ramsay groaned and growled as he fucked you, his lips falling onto the skin of your neck to suck dark hickeys into the delicate flesh. His hands moved from your hips to your still exposed chest. A wave of pleasure ran through you as he began to pinch and squeeze your nipples. Your walls clenched around him, cumming again for the second time around him. Your moans filling the forest like a symphony to Ramsay’s ears.

But it did not stop him. If anything, his thrusts got harder when he felt you squeezing around him, “Do it again,” Ramsay said, pressing his forehead against yours. whines of protest came out, but he did not care, “Do it again,” he growled, one of his hands moving to grip your throat as the other pinched hard on your nipple, “I wanna watch you cum over and over and over,” he said, thrusting with each word.

Even if you wanted to protest you couldn’t as the pressure built again. He let go of your throat if only to shove his fingers in your mouth, swirling them around your tongue before moving them to rub sloppy circles onto your clit. Your moans got muffled when he slammed his mouth onto yours. the way your moans vibrated into the kiss made his cock start to twitch.

When he felt your walls clamp around him again, he almost spilled right then. He pulled back from the kiss to watch your face contort in pleasure, the orgasm ripping through your body like a tsunami crashing. His thrusts got sloppy as he tried to ride it out but when you moaned his name, he couldn’t stop himself. Ramsay grunted as his seed began to spill, leaning onto the tree behind you to steady himself as he drained himself into you. his lips hovered over yours as he came, and you closed the gap for a needy light kiss.

When he pulled back, removing his cock from you, he used his hands to keep you steady. It was like trying to stand on ice for the first time as your legs ached from the orgasms. “You caught me,” you said, panting as you recovered from the ordeal.

Ramsay grinned down at you as he caught his own breath, “And don’t think im ever gonna let you run again,”

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[ridhistory21]

sorry but Iwan Rheon was too fine to be casted as Ramsay 😳😩

and I am not complaining bc he absolutely nailed it💯

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[oskea93]

Keep it to Yourself (1)

✶ Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx x OC ✶

Warning: This story will contain scenes of drug/alcohol use, sexual content, mentions of death, overdose, physical and emotional abuse. Please read at your own risk. I do not own rights to Motley Crue or any other famous person mentioned. Portions of this story will be pulled from Motley's book and film The Dirt as well as The Heroin Diaries. There will be parts that are complete fiction as well.

Taglist: @fancywasmyname1, @kaitieskidmore1, @xxisxxisxxis, @sparxx27,  @cruecifymesixx, @tempt-ress, @a-sia-san, @x-xinenas, @casualcomputerarbiter-blog​, @makaelahdelvalle

Author's note: Hello everybody! It's been a while since I thought about this story but now I want to bring it back to life. I think I rewatched The Dirt about 20 times in the past couple of days (Thanks snowstorm!) and i've been thinking about this story and all the other amazing Crue stories that are on Tumblr. So, with that being said - I have decided to rewrite Keep it to Yourself. I went back and read the original version and I want to revamp it in a way. I've changed a couple things and I hope to make it better than before. If you were tagged in the original version, I went ahead and just tagged you for this new update. If you would like to be removed, just let me know and I will take you off. If you aren't a part of the taglist and would like to be, just let me know and I will get you added. I hope you enjoy the new and improved Keep it to Yourself!

“Bryant –“ He paused. “I know I’m probably the last voice you wanna hear on your answering machine, but I desperately need your help right now.” A breathy sigh blew through the speaker. “I’m at my wits end and I have no idea what to do with him.”

I stared at the device – my hand curled against my mouth as his words flowed through my living room. “The drugs are constant – he’s high 24/7 – Half the time I don’t even know if he’s alive or dead when I get into his room. It’s not just him – they’re all fucked – but he’s the only one with one foot in the casket.”

How he got my number remained a mystery. They made him millions of dollars – more money than the man could even count – yet he was calling me about his issue. From the beginning, I told him that it would only get worse. The guy had issues way before he formed Motley – way before the money and fame came into the picture. Sure - he dabbled in drugs before hitting peak stardom, but the money was there, and he was a kid in a candy store.

“I know the two of you ended on such a sour note, but I feel like you’re the only one that can truly help him get out of this fucking mess. He needs you – I – we all need you, Bryant.” He went on to leave the number to the hotel they were staying at for the night. Begging one last time for my help. I must’ve played the damn message 10 times – each time making my anger rise. Doc was the one who let it get to this point – he fueled the fire when it should’ve been sprayed out years ago. He pushed the drugs in their direction – Nikki was always a step ahead though. He attracted the slime that had the harder, faster drugs. The drugs that would make him feel nothing when in reality his whole fucking world was crumbling down…

I continued to move the spoon around the cup, the sugar long dissolved by now. I was so lost in my own thought – Doc’s words swirling around in my brain.

“You’re thinking about going, aren’t you?” The brunette in front of me asked. “I know that look and that look tells me that you’re giving in.”

Hannah Hastings was the first person I met when I moved to South Carolina. She was an event planner – a free spirit in a Dynasty like world. She would spend hours on my couch, a bottle of wine being shared, as I spilled my entire life story into her lap. She knew all about my history with Nikki – how we met – our marriage – and the demise of our relationship.

I let out a sigh, “I don’t wanna go but something’s telling me that if I don’t –“ I paused. “If I don’t go, he’s gonna end up dead and then I’ll be blaming myself. At least if I go and say I tried and I don’t succeed, I won’t beat myself up if something does happen to him. Like – It’s not even a matter of if – it’s a matter of when.”  

“He was such an asshole though, Bryant. The man was toxic to you-“She reached across the table taking my hand in hers. “I don’t want to see you get hurt or worse. You know how drug addicts are – he could get violent and not even realize it until it’s too late.”

During the three years we were together, he never laid a hand on me. I was the one who had the heavy touch. Sure, we had awful arguments that pushed me to the point of slapping and pushing him away, but he always stormed off before touching me. The drugs at the time weren’t as hardcore as they are now though. I could walk in his house and come back out with a bullet hole this time. Hannah was right – drugs fucked with people’s brain – I’m sure Nikki was already there.

“Are you gonna tell Wyatt?”

I slumped back in my seat at the thought of telling my Uncle Wyatt. To say he hated Nikki would be an understatement. He warned me from the beginning that Nikki Sixx would be nothing but trouble, but I didn’t listen. He was used to guys like Nikki – being a kid from the wrong side of the tracks himself. He made a promise that he would do everything he could to protect me from men like Nikki. We only had each other and when Nikki came into the picture, the worst type of thoughts ran through his head. He knew what guys like Nikki did to girls like me – innocent until proven insane. It happened to my mother – her infatuation sending her straight to the grave.

“I figured I would just call him when I got to California-“Her eyes growing large. “You know so he can’t talk me out of it or worse come and get me.”

She shook her head in disbelief, “You know I love you and I’ll support you in any way –“I felt a “but” coming along. “But –“She smiled. “This is one decision I’m very wary about, Bryant.”

I felt the same way. I had multiple scenarios playing like film reels over and over in my head. Some pretty good while others resembled horror movies. Even I knew that Nikki’s reaction to seeing me would not be a good one. He broke my heart, and I broke his even worse. Besides the band, I was his only true constant. He barely had any family – his grandparents living states away – not even aware of their grandson’s antics. Sure, the art of touring and going to different states brought about groupies and so-called friends but he didn’t have anyone to call or return home to. I was that person for him.

“You and me both, sister…”

I waited for the line to connect – the operator being nice enough to connect me straight to his room. Doc and I didn’t really have a relationship. He was Motley’s manager and at the time I was just a wife. I was glad the guys had him at first – their success was growing like a wildfire but that was because of their drive for stardom – Doc was just there lending a helping hand. He was extremely pissed when I ended things with Nikki. His own mouth spewing curse words my way once Nikki was served with divorce papers.

It makes the band look bad when a member gets divorced.

Nikki refuses to get out of bed and it’s all your fucking fault.

Girls all over the world would stay with Nikki no matter what – cheating, drugs – Learn to turn a blind eye.

“Hello?” I sat straighter as Doc’s voice sounded – my thoughts suddenly escaping me. “Hello?”

“It’s me.” My voice cracking. “I – uh – I got your message.”

“Oh, thank God, Bryant.” He sounded relieved. “I was worried that I would miss your call –“He paused. “Or if you would even call at all.”

I stayed silent – not really up for conversation.

“Listen, I know this is a bit of a tall ask, but I really do need your help. Nikki – hell all the guys for that matter – are ticking fucking time bombs. Nikki’s clock is etching closer to midnight ever second the fucker breaths – and I pray every night that he’s still doing so. He’s high ever second of every day. He shoots up when he wakes and right before he passes out for the night. I have no idea what he’s even taking anymore. Shooting up, snorting, smoking – he’s the walking picture of Nancy Reagan’s campaign.”

My grip on the phone tightened as he spoke – realizing that he was more far gone than thought.

“I need you to come out here and help us deal with him. I think Doug and Fred can deal with the other three, but we can’t get through to Nikki. Fuck, it’s not even Nikki anymore that we’re dealing with. He’s so mean and terrible to be around. His moods go from zero to sixty – it’s even worse when he’s coming down. Poor Tommy’s getting married, and I can’t even imagine Nikki standing up there with him when he’s high off his ass. You’re the only one that I think can get through to him – he still loves you, Bryant.”

He still loves you, Bryant.

Maybe the old version of Nikki was still in love, but I can assure you the drugged-up version was only in love with his high. That was Doc’s way of trying to lure me in – telling me that Nikki still loved and cared about me. I still loved and cared for the guy too – the Nikki I met at a 7-Eleven almost 6 years ago. Pre-Motley Crue – before the fame, drugs, egos, and women.

“I’ll pay for your ticket out here and everything if you agree, Bryant.” He stressed. “I’m desperate – he’s gonna die if we don’t do something.”

I let out a sigh, closing my eyes, asking myself if I really wanted to do this. It was a constant battle with my head and my heart. My brain was yelling at me to tell Doc to fuck off, but my heart couldn’t deal with the thought of Nikki no longer being here. “You think seeing me will snap him out of this spiral?”

“I think seeing you will probably piss him off more but at least I know you’ll be there and have the chance to stop him.”

My brows furrowed at his comment, “You’re making it sound like I’m gonna be with him at all times?”

His silence confirming my question. “You can’t expect me to stay in the same house, hotel room, or wherever with Nikki –“

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do, Bryant.” He cut me off. “I need that man to have constant surveillance – can’t put a bodyguard in there with him. He needs to have someone that he’s familiar with – someone that’s gonna remain sober and not give into his advances.”

“Then why don’t you stay with him then?” My attitude starting to come out.

“I’d end up killing him and then all of this would be for nothing.”

I shook my head as I pulled the phone away from my ear. I could hear Doc’s voice as he continued to talk. “Listen-“ I spoke up, cutting his sentence off. “I will come out there but I’m only there for a week. Once that week is up, whether he’s getting help or not, I’m going back home.”

“That’s not gonna work, Bryant.” He huffed. “He gets more fucked up when he’s out on the road than he does at home. These fuckers waiting in back alleys and backstage – knowing that he’s looking to score – that’s where I need you the most.

I’d been on tour with Motley when they were first getting their feet wet. I watched as they performed their first gig at the Starwood and then when they were opening for bigger acts like Ozzy. Going on tour with four men – the four Motley men was not for the faint of heart. I saw more body parts than I cared to see. Drugs, alcohol, and women were being pushed in their direction – more so as their popularity grew than before. Nikki and I shared a bunk and even that got old after a while. Living with four men for months on end would cause any woman to eventually lose it. Nikki and I were constantly fighting. Hell, I was fighting with everyone, even Mick at times. This was their dream, and it was my absolute living hell.

“I don’t th-“

“What do I need to do so you will say yes? Walk on water – swallow arsenic? Please, Bryant. I have never been so desperate in all of my life.” His voice wavering. “You were in love with this man at one point – I believe you may still love him. Just remember the reason why you fell in love with Nikki and do it for that reason."

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[francis-writes]

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

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

Warnings: it's Ramsay, what do you expect

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can you prove that you deserve it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally his hand wandered between your legs.

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

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

You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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[nemonclature]

Has anyone done a fic where the Snow bastards character swap? Like Jon is born a psychopath, and Ramsay is blah blah boring Jon good person no one cares.

#yes i want to see Iwan Rheon do psycho Jon #but like. imagine him raised by honest Starks instead of shithead Boltons #also imagine Catelyn's justified hatred for this creepy little shit #imagine the fucked u remix of his relationship with Sansa #game of thrones #but more fucked up #as if thats even possible #ramsay snow #jon snow #jonsa #not really #ramsay x sansa

[daydreamtofiction]

Hi ddtf! So i was wondering.. if you could cast anyone to play the characters in your fics who would you choose? I have completely fancasted TSNC and the feature in my head and would love to see how close I am to what you envision

Love you and your writing 🩵

Oh I love this question and am 100% about to give way more info than anyone wants or asked for.

Thou

F. Ben - BC obviously. But specifically for me it’s Sherlock era Ben (s2 to get even more specific). But I know there’s readers who imagine him completely differently which is really interesting.

Ellis - Margaret Qualley is who I’ve been picturing a lot while writing. But I could also see someone like Laura Harrier, Victoria Pedretti or Marine Vecth. They all have Ellis vibes to me.

Mara - Kate Beckinsale. Or maybe Emily blunt, or Zawe Ashton. Oooh imagine Zawe Ashton and Laura Harrier playing sisters *chef’s kiss*

Alfie - James Norton

Gina - Suki Waterhouse, but with that rich party girl aesthetic of a 2012 Peaches Geldof

I haven’t really put much thought into any characters beyond these 5.

The feature

Ben - sexy QUEUE photoshoot Ben obv

Quinn - totally undecided, but I do find myself picturing Mara Lafontan a lot when writing Quinn (even though she’s not an actor). Only difference is I imagine Quinn having collarbone length hair with lots of layers, very 90s inspired.

Nick - Robert Sheehan

Lacey - Simone Ashley

Faye - Elizabeth Mitchell

Dan - Iwan Rheon

Ellen Ford - Helen Mirren

But honestly when it comes to the main characters in these fics (the reader), I purposely try to avoid physical descriptions as much as possible. Though I don’t doubt I probably haven’t done it perfectly, my main goal is for anyone to be able to read my stories and identify in some way or another with the reader, regardless of physical features, race, ethnicity, size, body type, hair colour/texture/style etc.

Whatever you picture my characters to look like, you’re correct. Lmao.

[kingsmoot]

lrt is especially funny because it's in the circlejerk sub. like you just want to vivdly imagine the intimate details of kit harrington and iwan rheon tongue kissing. but you are so ashamed of this you need to make post-ironic "parody" meme post. make an ao3 account my friend. you have nothing to lose but your chains.

[dollopheadsandclotpoles]

top 5 villains?

Ooh this is an awesome one. And really effing hard omg. Ok, in no particular order:

#1. Seo In Woo - Psychopath Diary

He's a sexy serial killer with massive gay vibes and he was both scary and kinda sexy and tbh that's the best kinda villain if you ask me

#2. Moriarty - BBC Sherlock

It's become cool or whatever to hate on this show, but I stand by the fact that seasons 1 and 2 were amazing and he was a fantastic villain

#3. Ramsay Bolton - Game of Thrones

I don't even find him sexy he's just fucking terrifying and I wanted him to die so badly. Iwan Rheon has played adorable af characters in the past and I wouldn't have imagined he could play someone so scary but genuinely he did such a good job??? Man was awful and horrible and just the kind of villain you'd want to see destroyed by the main characters

#4. Morgana - BBC Merlin

She did get a bit nuts towards the end but I still love her and her arc of going from the rebellious but empathetic ward of Uther to unhinged witch villainess of the series

#5. Lhong - Tharntype the series

Man was manipulative and massively fucked up which contributes to him being a genuinely threatening villain, while we also see WHY he behaves the way he does without excusing his actions... which is what I like in a villain. The plot twist of him being the villain was also so great

#thank you anon this was so fun #tharntype #thaibl #psychopath diary #seo in woo #bbc sherlock #sherlock #moriarty #got #game of thrones #ramsay bolton #morgana pendragon #bbc merlin #anonymous #ask

[midsummereve1993]

Imagine your mick mars youngest child and you elope with iwan rheon, how would you tell you dad that yall got married.

Well that is a hard one since mick is very private and dosn’t show much emotion so i wouldn’t know how to he would react, but if i had to i would just tell him I was eloping and have him there with me in-stand of just doing it without him knowing.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 746

530 - Words

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - @sydknee624 (I've been informed that the gif in fact belongs to.) @rikkisixx

Year posted - 2021

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Waking from a dead sleep (Y/n) groaned softly under her breath, the sudden urge to relieve herself becoming almost unbearable. But as she tried to crawl out from under her Lord husband's grasp around her hips, she unintentionally woke him from his sound sleep. "Where are you going?" Ramsay's voice rumbled deeply, drowsiness evident in his voice. "I have to pee." (Y/n) explained sighing when his grasp only tightened. "Don't go." He murmured burying his face into the back of her neck, spooning her from behind. "My love if you don't release me, I'm afraid I'll piss the bed." She reasoned with him, genuinely afraid she might. "I don't care." He muttered stubbornly. "Ramsay my love, please." (Y/n) whined softly, sighing in relief when he begrudgingly let go. "Thank you, I'll be quick." She turned to quickly peck his lips, before clambering out of bed as quickly as her pregnant body would allow. "I'm coming with." Ramsay murmured as he followed her closely, having an unexpected habit of being clingy with her. Especially after she informed him she was pregnant with their first child some months ago. "I can manage." (Y/n) reasoned making a beeline for the washroom. "I insist." Ramsay whispered softly as he grasped her from behind to steal a proper kiss, snickering into the kiss when she whined against his lips. After releasing her once more Ramsay continued to follow her closely, even going as far as to take a seat beside her as she relieved herself. His hand subconsciously rubbing her swollen belly, as sleep beckoned him back into its grasp.

"You are like a cat sometimes." (Y/n) mused having finished her business, and pulling Ramsay back to his feet gently. "Oh am I?" Ramsay smirked at her as he walked her backwards towards their bed. "Mhm." (Y/n) hummed with a loving smile adorning her face, giggling when Ramsay nuzzled his face into her neck. "I adore you." He muttered softly against her neck, before licking at her skin teasingly, chuckling when she squealed with a giggle. "Come let's go back to bed." (Y/n) rest her forehead against her husband's, gazing lovingly into his blue eyes. "Indeed." Ramsay's eyes gleamed as he knelt before her, focusing solely on her belly, and his unborn child within. "Now behave little one, your mother and I need our rest, for we have much to do with each passing day, in preparation for your arrival." Ramsay cooed softly before fondly kissing her belly, smiling up at (Y/n) before he rose to his feet. "Lady's first." Ramsay held his arm out, watching closely as his darling wife crawled into bed. "I love you Ramsay, even if you are like a cat sometimes." (Y/n) teased with a grin as he joined her in bed, only proving her point when he nuzzled into her neck again. "I love you too, my sweet wife." He murmured quietly against her neck, deeply inhaling her scent, committing it to memory, as if she wouldn't be by his side come morning.

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*Ramsay is supper OOC but that's the best part about fanfics, I can write him however I please.

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[storiesforallfandoms]

handsy date ~ mick mars;the dirt

word count: 1288

request?: yes!

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

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

pairing: mick mars x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It wasn’t my fault - ”

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

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

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

“Understood,” Mick said with a nod.

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

(Y/N) smiled. “Understood.”

#mick mars #mick mars imagine #mick mars x reader #iwan rheon #iwan rheon imagine #iwan rheon x reader #the dirt #the dirt imagine #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[axelsagewrites]

Ramsay Bolton*My Father Would Kill Me

Pairing: Ramsay x F!Reader

Summary: The reader decides to try convince Ramsay to help her family in less honrouble ways.

Requested by @darkrose33

Warnings: Ramsay, swearing, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering, humiliation, spanking, rough sex 18+

Word count: 3411

A/N: Ramsay is a terrible terrible person who did terrible terrible things that I do not condone...however Iwan Rheon made him so attractive in a strange way so you cannot blame me for writing smut for him

Masterlist Here

Ever since Ned Stark had died and Robb rode off into war the north had fallen into what you honestly thought was madness. The trade between Winterfell and the rest of the North had basically been cut off then randomly started again then slowed down then stopped then picked up again. Crime was all over the place since there was no Stark to fear.

Lords began to try snatch more power after Robb was murdered and the fights. Good gods the fights between houses and lords and ladies were endless. Petty fights turned into alliance breaking feuds. Up until recently your family had been relatively okay. until wilding attacks began more frequent in the surrounding villages. Before the Starks deaths they used to send men patrolling around the villages and outskirts for criminals and wildings, but the Boltons had no continued this. They didn’t care how the rest of the north was as long as they had Winterfell.

“We can’t continue like this,” you overheard your father tell your mother, “I must go to the Boltons and plead for their help,”

“What use is that? Roose hated you before he took the castle. You think he’ll help us now?”

But then the news came. Roose Bolton was dead. many said it was his bastard son had killed him and was the new Lord Bolton of Winterfell. Everyone knew before her death Catelyn Stark was terrified that a bastard would take Winterfell from Robb. How could she know that the bastard would turn out to be Ramsay Bolton?

Despite the news making your stomach churn it gave your family a brief glimmer of hope. The enemy of my enemy is my friend after all. Your father insisted this was your only hope and bundled you into your finest furs to go to Winterfell alongside him.

Now you were sat in Winterfell with your father waiting for its new lord to come and speak to you. It was hard not to grow nervous the longer you were forced to wait for Ramsay’s arrival. You had met him once years ago as a child. He had picked you a daffodil from the gardens to give to you, he must have been no older than seven. You had found it sweet at seven but when the other children noticed they teased him for presenting a lady with a weed. Ramsay pushed over the boy who had started the teasing however unfortunately for him that had been ten-year-old Theon Greyjoy who tattled on him, and Ramsay was dragged away by his father.

However, the Ramsey that entered the courtyard where you waited with your father looked far different from before. He no longer had noodle arms and knobbly knees. He walked with confidence oozing off him and a strange look on his face you could not quite place. His hair was no longer an overgrown bird nest on his head but a curly mop of locks that fit his face. If it weren’t for the rumours, you had heard about him on first glance you would have assumed he was a respectable lord of a noble house.

When Ramsay approached you noticed almost a twinkle in his eye. He ignored your fathers outstretched hand to take your hand into his. His hands were rough, but you noticed how soft his lips were when he placed a kiss to the back of your hand, “My lady,” he greeted, “How lovely it is to see you again,”

You tried not to blush as you bowed your head and gave a slight curtsey, “As it is to see you Ramsay- “your father shot you a shocked look at your slip up, “I mean my lord,” you tried to correct but Ramsay just chuckled at your embarrassment.

“Its all right My Lady. Old habits are hard to break,” his eyes lingered on you before going to your father. “How may I be of assistance my lord?”

Your father tried to explain the situation as best he could, but you could see Ramsay bore as each word carelessly fell from your father’s mouth in a half-jumbled mess. “As you can imagine lord Bolton it can be quite the struggle. It means so much to my family-to my daughter,” he said as he grabbed your arm desperately trying to keep his interest, “If you could spare even a few men- “

“I’ll have to take some time to consider it,” Ramsay cut your father off with a fake smile that made your stomach churn, “In the meantime you’re free to roam around Winterfell. I’ll tell them to set each of you up a chamber,” Your father’s disappointment was written across his face. He hadn’t expected this whole thing to last more than a couple of hours, but Ramsay clearly enjoyed having the upper hand, “If you’ll excuse me my lord, my lady,” Ramsay bowed his head, eyes focused on you before walking away with his hands clasped behind his back.

“When Ned Stark was in charge,” your father whispered in your ear, but you gave a sharp elbow to his side, “What?” he spat.

“Give him a chance,” you shot back in a whisper, nodding your head to where the guards stood obviously trying to listen into your conversation. “Lets just wait and see,”

Once you were in a private chamber your father began his long and incessant vent. While you could understand the frustration you also just wanted him to shut up. “I have half a mind to march up to him and- “

“Let’s not be hasty,” you cut him off, practically pushing him into a chair, “Why don’t I go enquire about food and we can figure out what to do after supper? We’re clearly not going home till tomorrow anyway,” he grumbled but finally agreed.

After you had requested for the kitchen to send your father some food, hoping a full belly would calm his temper, you suddenly found yourself walking to Ramsay’s chambers where the maids told you he’d be. You knew if you left it for your father to do it would not go so well. You paused in front of the door, unsure of what to say when you went in or if he would even let you speak. It was so out of the norm for you to be in a lord’s room especially alone. Perhaps this was a mistake.

Then the door swung open. A maid with a full basket of washing stood in front of you with a shocked expression. “What is it?” you heard Ramsay call from inside.

“You have a visitor milord,” she said, her eyes darting away from you. “The lady (Y/N),”

“Send her in,” Ramsay said but you could hear the smirk in his voice.

The lady gave you a sad smile before hurrying past you. you took a deep breath before entering the room, closing the door partially behind you, “My lord,” you greeted with a curtsey.

Ramsay was stood in his trousers and undershirt, and you blushed at the sight. Without the tunic and cloak, you could see he was far more muscular than you had expected. “What happened to Ramsay?” he enquired with a raised eyebrow as he crossed the room to where you stood by the door.

He was less than a foot away from you now and you could smell the sweet musky scent off him, “It would be improper my lord,” a smirk crept on his face.

Ramsay leaned in closer, one hand moving to shut the door behind you. his ears were by your lips, and you could feel his breathing on your skin, “More improper than visiting my chambers unattended?” he said before pulling back to where he stood before.

You blushed under his gaze, “My lord I came to- “

“Ramsay,” he corrected.

“Ramsay,” you smiled, the blush now spreading to your ears, “I came to plead for you to- “Ramsay sighed as he stepped back and walked to a table that held a jug of wine and two goblets. He poured two as you repeated practically the same speal your father had. He held one out to you and you took it without instruction to which he smiled at, “So it would mean so much to me if- “

“What do I get out of this arrangement?” he asked cutting you off. You were stunned for a second as you began to stammer for a response, “I’m a reasonable person my lady. I like to think at least. Its not crazy of me to expect to be compensated for my losses,”

“Of course, my lord,” you said, “It’s just that- “

“That your father has nothing to offer?” he asked, and you nodded sheepishly, “Perhaps then we should consider other options. Perhaps you have something to offer for instance,”

“My lord im afraid I have no more than my father,”

Ramsay laughed as he finished his wine, “I promise you my lady you are very,” Ramsay began to close the gap between you, now towering over you, his eyes gazing down into yours, “very mistaken,”

A flush spread across your cheeks at the look in his eyes and your gaze fell to the floor to avoid it, “I don’t understand what you mean my lord,”

Ramsay’s fingers went to your chin which he gently pulled up to force you to meet his eyes again, “I think you do though,” he said, his voice low, “I think you wouldn’t have come to my chambers if the thought hadn’t crossed your mind,”

You swallowed and stuttered under his gaze. While you had found him incredibly handsome you were a lady. To sleep with someone before you were wed could be catastrophic, “I cannot jeopardize my virtue,”

“Who would have to know?” his head dropped so that his lips were beside your ear again.

You shivered as his hot breath kissed your skin, “Its wrong,” you stuttered, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Can it be wrong if it feels so good?” he whispered before placing a kiss behind your ear.

You gasped slightly at the gesture and felt his smirk against your skin, “My father would kill me,”

Ramsay pulled back from your neck and took your face into one of his hands, his thumb stroking across your cheek bone, “As if I would let him to such a thing to such a pretty little thing,” it was hard not to lean into his touch.

“I’ve heard of the things that you do,” you stuttered, and it only caused his smirk to grow.

“A good girl doesn’t listen to the hens clucking,” he tutted, “All I have ever done to you has been kind,”

The memory of the daffodil brought a sad smile to your face, “Ramsay I- “

“If you can look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t want this, I’ll let you leave,” he said as his hand fell from your face.

His eyes never left yours however and you squirmed under his gaze, “I- “

“I’ll know if you lie,” he added as he stepped closer to you leaving no space between your bodies. His hands went to rest on your hips, “Tell me sweet girl,” he leaned closer, so his forehead was pressed onto yours, his lips an inch from your own. The words were caught in your throat as you tried to answer. “No one has to know,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours.

Without thinking your hands crashed onto his however while you intended a quick kiss Ramsay’s hand quickly went behind your back, pulling you closer to him and deepening the kiss. They felt like velvet against yours and you felt yourself get lost in the kiss. You had forgot about the goblet of wine you held until it fell to the floor with a clatter, the wine splashing on his fur rug. “Ramsay im so sorry,” you stammered as the kiss broke when you noticed the stain seeping into the carpet.

“Its okay,” he said taking your jaw in his hand and forcing you to face him. “You can make it up to me,” his lips dived back in for another kiss but this time his lips were far more desperate. He bit down on your bottom lip causing you to gasp into the kiss. You felt him smirk before he slid his tongue in. you moaned into the kiss at the feeling of his tongue mixing with yours.

You had kissed a couple lords before but none like this. No ones hold felt as strong as Ramsay as he pulled you as close as possible to his body. Your hands rested on his chest which felt so strong under your fingertips. Your hands crept up to his wide and muscular shoulders that were barely covered by the thin undershirt. Ramsay’s hand slid from your back to your arse that he dug his fingers in over your dress. You gasped when he suddenly spanked it and Ramsay just chuckled in response. With his hand lower down and pulling you in you could now feel his hard member pressing against you.

Without much warning Ramsay broke the kiss to harshly turn you around as he hastily began to unlace your dress. It came off quickly along with your shift. The air felt cold against your skin despite the fireplace in the corner and you flushed under his hungry eyes, “Much better than any of my dreams,” he grinned from behind you, his hands going to hold your breasts as he pressed himself to your back.

You gasped when he began to squeeze your breasts, his lips falling to press hard kisses along your neck. You felt his hard on pressing and grinding into your ass as his hands massaged and squeezed your chest. His kisses turned into sucking hickeys into your skin. “We shouldn’t,” you said but it came out as moans.

Ramsay chuckled as he let go of you before turning you to face him, “Then why are you moaning at my touch darling?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. His hand trailed down your body and your breath caught in your throat as his finger ran across your folds, “You’re so wet,” he chuckled causing your skin to turn hot, “And you’re blushing,” he laughed, “You really are desperate, aren’t you?”

His lips captured yours again this time your hands holding onto his arms to steady yourself as his finger teased you, running up and down your fold but never going in. you whined into the kiss as his finger ghosted your clit. “Please,” you whined against his lips at how tortuously gentle he was going.

 Ramsay let out a dark chuckle as two of his fingers quickly dove inside of you. the burn of him filling you up made you gasp but Ramsay didn’t stop as his fingers began to massage inside if you, “Is this what you want darling?” his other hand grabbed your jaw as he forced you to look into his eyes. “You want me to fuck you with my fingers?” The way he began to curl his fingers made you moan but you didn’t answer, “Answer me,” Ramsay gripped your jaw tighter.

“Yes, my lord,” you said.

“Im beginning to like the sound of that,” Ramsay smirked as he repositioned his hand, so his thumb was now rubbing your clit. Your fingers dug into his strong biceps as you tried to steady yourself as your legs began to feel less stable and a knot was growing in your stomach. He clashed his lips back onto yours in a messy desperate kiss. His spare hand went to your ass. He placed a hard spank on your ass before rubbing his hand over the read mark. He enjoyed your gasps and moans each time he spanked it and praised the growing red mark.

Suddenly Ramsay pulled his fingers out of you causing you to whine as the growing knot suddenly disappeared. Ramsay spanked your ass at your protest before shoving his fingers that were wet with your juices into your mouth. “Suck,” he commands, and you greedily complied. Ramsay moaned at the sight of your soft lips around his fingers, “I’m going to ruin you,” he said before he pulled his fingers back.

Without warning Ramsay almost threw you onto the bed that was thankfully soft. He didn’t waste time in crawling over your body, leaving dark hickeys across your skin as he did. You moaned at the feeling of his lips sucking your skin, your fingers in his hair pulling it gently. “You look good enough to eat,” Ramsay said, and you shivered at the suggestion. His mouth wrapped around your nipple which he began to suck on the hard bud. His hand went down to your soaking cunt, rubbing sloppy circles on your clit. This plus the way his teeth grazed your nipple caused a series of moans to fall from your lips.

Ramsay let go of your nipple before he quickly flipped you onto your front. As you lay on the bed, face in the pillow, you heard Ramsay shuffling behind you and soon he was back behind you, lifting your hips up to be against his now naked length. Ramsey began to tease his cock up and down your slit causing you to whine. “I suggest you hold onto something darling,” Ramsay said as he lined his tip up with your hole before pushing into you. you gasped as it filled you up far more than his fingers had. Your hands curled into the sheets beneath them, your knuckles turning white at how strong your grip was, “I’m not very good at being gentle,”

And with that Ramsay began his thrusts. They were deep and precise as he filled you up completely causing a mix of gasps, moans, and curses to fall from your lips. You could hear his own grunts and moans as he thrust into you. his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips which you figured would leave deep marks by the time you were done. Ramsay sped up his past, his thrusts slightly sloppier but still just as deep.

“God your amazing,” Ramsay grunted as his thrusts grew quicker. “You take me so fucking well,” he said as one of his hands moved to rub circles on your clit. Your moans only grew and to try hide muffle them your face buried into the soft pillow. Ramsay’s hand shot to grab your hair, pulling your head up and out of the pillow as he pounded into you harder, “I want to hear you,” he grunted as he relentlessly pounded into you causing loud moans to tear through your throat, “That’s it,” he said, “Moan my name,”

“Ramsay,” you moaned, your voice shaky from the pleasure building within you. Ramsay’s hand dropped your head but this time you did not try concealing the moans he caused. He slapped your ass yet again before grabbing your hips tightly. His fingers sped up their circles and your moans grew louder, “Fuck. Please Ramsay. Please don’t stop,” you begged.

“That’s right,” he said, his thrusts becoming sloppier, “Who’s making you feel this way?”

���You are,” the knot from before was back and the pressure built even quicker than before, “I think im gonna- “you tried to warn as you felt your walls start to clench around him. Ramsay had moved your hips slightly causing him to hit a new spot that sent the pressure over the edge. You were practically shaking around him as the organs ripped through your body causing your lips to almost give out.

Ramseys arm went under your hips to hold you up. His thrusts were even faster as you rode out your orgasm but the way you had began to clench around him made his own come even quicker. “Fuck!” Ramsay groaned when he suddenly spilled inside of you. his grip on you was tighter as his orgasm took his breath away.

You crashed onto the bed when Ramsay’s arm fell away from you. he soon fell beside you on the bed sweaty and naked and panting. You forced yourself to roll over and stared up at the ceiling as you realised what you had done, “My father’s gonna kill me,”

Ramsay rolled over to place a kiss to your lips, “You’re far too valuable now to let him do that love,”

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[crue-sixx]

Nightmare (Mick Mars Imagine)

This was requested.

I’ve been writing Headcanons, but here’s an actual imagine!

Trigger Warning: Mentions of anxiety and depression. If you’re dealing with any of this, stay strong! I know it’s hard, but you got this!

The part in italics is the nightmare.

As you and your boyfriend, Mick, were laying in bed together in the dark, you talked about how both of your days had been.

“My day was literal shit,” Mick mumbled out against the back of your neck. You were spooning, him being the big spoon of course, and he had his face buried in the back of your neck. “The guys were goofing off the whole recording session.”

“I’m sorry, babe,” you said and reached your hand back to rub his head.

“It’s not your fault,” he responded and moved his head back a bit, resting it on the pillow as he closed his eyes. “How was your day?”

“Mine was okay I guess,” you answered him simply. “A bit stressful. Today was one of my tougher days.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

You dealt with anxiety and depression, which was something Mick already knew about. You’d confide in him a lot when you were having a bad day, but sometimes you just didn’t feel like talking about it and he could understand that. It was a struggle to deal with, but Mick never once complained. He was always there for you. You often feared that your anxiety and depression would become too much for Mick and he would leave you. You never told him this. Instead, you kept it to yourself.

You turned in his arms so that you were facing him and cuddled back into him as his arms wrapped around you, comfortingly.

“No,” you finally told him with a sigh. “I just feel like going to sleep.”

“We can do that,” he responded and moved so that he was laying on his back with your head resting against his bare chest. He kissed your head as he rubbed your back. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, Mick.”

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Mick’s hand rubbing your back gently. It willed your mind to concentrate on the comforting gesture. You eventually fell asleep before Mick ever stopped.

You were stood in the doorway of the bedroom you shared with Mick, tears falling from your eyes in heavy streams. You watched as your boyfriend of almost three years packed a bag full of his stuff.

“Mick, please don’t do this,” you whispered softly, but loud enough for him to hear. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” he said as he shook his head, not even pausing with his packing. “It’s too fucking much.”

“I can be better, Mick,” you replied with a sob as you went over to him.

“You’ve already told me this, but it hasn’t gotten better has it?” He retorted as he zipped up the bag and threw it over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you sob out, desperately. “I can’t help that I’m like this! You told me you’d always be here for me!”

Mick stepped away from you and went over to his guitar case, picking it up to take with him wherever he was going.

“I tried, Y/N, but you’re just too damaged.”

With that, Mick walked out of the bedroom as you cried even harder. You quickly went to follow him, screaming out for him and trying to stop him.

“Mick, please don’t leave me! Please don’t go, Mick! I’ll try to be better! Mick!

Your eyes suddenly popped open and you sat up quickly as you took a big gasp of air in. You looked around to take in your surroundings and found Mick right beside you with the most concerned look you’d ever seen on him. His hands were still on your shoulders from where he had had to shake you awake. He was there though. He was still with you.

“Mick?”

“Y/N/, baby, are you okay?” Mick questioned as he looked you over, using one of his hands to move the hair that stuck to your forehead from the cold sweat you had broke out in.

“Wh-What happened?” You asked him, ignoring his question.

“You were screaming in your sleep,” he answered you. “Screaming and thrashing around. Fuck, you had me so worried. I couldn’t get you awake at first. You just kept screaming my name and telling me not to leave. Y/N, what happened?”

You took in a shaky breath and closed your eyes, focusing on the hand that Mick was using to cup your cheek. His touch was so warm and comforting. You could get lost in it.

“I had a nightmare. You...you were leaving me. My anxiety and depression became too much for you so you packed your things and left. I was trying to stop you, but you just-“

You stopped talking when you broke out into a sob. Mick pulled you close to him, holding you as he kissed your head. You buried your face into his chest as you wrapped your arms around him, not daring to let go in case this was actually a dream and he disappeared.

“Sweetheart, you know I’m not fucking leaving you,” Mick spoke softly as he continued holding you. It was as if he could sense that holding you close was what you really needed more than anything. “I love you so much, Y/N...all of you. Anxiety and depression sucks, but it’s a part of you. I’m always going to be here to help you through it. I promise. Don’t let that pretty little mind of yours make you think otherwise. I’m here and I’m not fucking going anywhere. Not without you with me at least.

You cried more at this, but out of relief. You could tell Mick was telling you nothing but the truth. Your head and mind were just playing tricks on you and making you think otherwise. You held Mick tighter.

You finally calmed down after some time and Mick took it as a sign to finally pull away, but not much. He looked at you and smiled sadly, wiping the stray tears from your cheeks before he cupped your face and leaned in to give you a sweet kiss.

“Feeling better?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m sorry, Mick.”

“Hey, don’t apologize to me, darling,” he said quickly and pecked your lips. “You’re amazing.”

You smiled and put your hand around his wrist. “Thank you, Mick. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Y/N,” he replied. “Would you like try to go back to sleep. You must be exhausted.”

You nodded before you both settled back into bed. Mick was behind you and holding you close to him.

“Go to sleep, baby. I’m going to be right here...always.”

With that, you fell asleep with no more nightmares that night.

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[oskea93]

Keep it to Yourself (3 - Part one)

✶ DouglasBooth!Nikki Sixx x OC ✶

Warning: Cursing, physical violence A/N: Hey guys! So, this is kind of just a filler chapter that goes along with the last chapter. I promise things are gonna kick up soon and you'll get to see how everything goes down once Bryant is with Nikki 24/7. I just want to also say thank you to everyone that has been reading! You guys are amazing and I appreciate the love so much!!

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“Okay, well thanks for checking.”

I watched as Doc hung up the phone, his hand moving down his face in exhaustion. That was the fourth person he had called and there was still no sign of Nikki. “Haven’t seen him.” He muttered as he started to pace. “I don’t know who else to call or even know where to look. He could be halfway out of California right now for all I know.”

The party quickly died out after Nikki and I’s explosive reunion. Nobody was really in the mood to party anymore after having to dodge glass bottles and whatever else Nikki could get his hands on.

“I doubt he went very far –“ I started. “He’s high off his ass, Doc. He probably went back to his house to get even more loaded.” Doc shook his head. “You knew this was going to happen – You and I both knew he wouldn’t react well to seeing me.”

“Well, I thought he would have a change of heart.” He rushed. “The bastard hasn’t seen you in a few years – he was fucking infatuated with you – he fucking loved you.”

“She left his ass standing on the stoop outside of his house, Doc.” Vince interjected. “Would you be happy to see the woman that left you the way she left him? He was a fucking wreck because of Bryant – You think this time is going to be any different?”

I turned to look at the blonde, “Everyone forgets the fact that he’d been cheating for months.” Our eyes locked. “But yet I’m the asshole because I stood up for myself and left. I guess I should’ve been like the whores you get with that’ll stay no matter how many women you’re fucking.”

He puckered his lips, earning a laugh from the bimbo attached to his side.

Vince and I never had the type of friendship that I had with Mick and Tommy. We tolerated each other and that was it. I was there the day he showed up to Nikki’s apartment.  His girlfriend led the way into the living room – the arrogance flowing from her like a cheap perfume. She was your typical rich girl from the Valley, who was basically just with Vince to piss off her parents. She bought that son of a bitch anything he wanted – spending thousands of her parent’s money on the man. I guess the coke they spent so much time snorting damaged not only her brain cells but also her judgement.

I rolled my eyes in disgust before removing myself from the couch. Doc had retreated to the backyard, a portable phone pressed against his ear as he walked along the pools edge. I decided that this was my que to leave – taking matters into my own hands. I knew of some places that Nikki frequented when we were together. If he wasn’t at his house, then I would try those places. Unlucky for Doc, he was notorious for leaving his car keys in the ignition – easy access for anyone that wanted to take it. I threw my purse into the passenger seat before climbing in and starting the engine. I tore out of Vince’s driveway – speeding onto the freeway as the warm, night air whipped through my hair.

“You think this is okay – You look like you’re ten seconds away from the fucking grim reaper coming for your ass!” He rolled his eyes as he paced the kitchen – his fists balled up at his sides. “Doc called me and ask-“

“You fucking called her?” His eyes wild as he stared Doc down. “You fucking called her!”

“I had no other choice, Nikki.” Doc was terrified. “You’re getting worse every day and you won’t listen to anyone at this point. I had no other person to turn too - She’s your wife, Nikki.”

“Ex-wife.” Nikki and I spoke at the same time.

Doc let out a sigh, “Wife, ex-wife – It’s all the fucking same. You two were married – you were madly in love with each other. Yeah, it ended badly but I know for a fucking fact that Bryant still cares enough about you to not want to see you like this.”

I kept my eyes on Nikki, “If he wants to kill himself with a needle then that’s his fucking choice.”

“What!?” I winced as Doc grabbed onto my arm. “What’re you saying, Bryant?”

Nikki and I stared at each other – he was still fucked up, but I could see the hatred and emotion coursing through his green eyes. “Nikki’s a grown man, Doc. A grown man that’s acting like a little bitch because of all the trauma that’s fucked up his life. He thinks that a needle filled with a feel-good drug is gonna help his pathetic ass – then let him think that. Who am I to say anything – It’s not like I wasn’t there when the real creative juices were flowing – when Motley was at the top of their game. Nikki’s choice is to be a junky – a fucking junky who’s never gonna reach the top – just the bottom of a 6-foot hole and his name added to the overdose roster..."

I parked behind one of the cars that was here earlier – quickly getting out and running towards the stairs. The door was still unlocked, and the house was still a disaster. I didn’t bother calling out of for him – choosing to run up the stairs and into the bedroom. It was a shock to see the once bright room was now painted a dark red – Tiffany lamps with scarves over them casted a low light across the room. The state of the room matched that of downstairs – the only difference being the random dime bags and needles scattered around. The TV that sat in the corner displayed a shattered screen – looking as if a bullet had gone right through it. Doc had mentioned that Nikki would hallucinate, the drugs telling him that his house was being invaded.

“Where are you?” I whispered as I moved towards the notorious closet.

This was his spot – his safe space to do dangerous things. I took a deep breath before slowly pushing the wooden door – the sight causing my stomach to drop. A collection of used syringes and a revolver laid on the burnt carpet. Bullet holes that matched the one that was put in his TV were displayed on the walls around the small area. This was the room that possessed Nikki – lured him in like a siren out in the ocean. The closet was like a mistress – their relationship buried behind the heavy cathedral doors.

“Nikki!”

 My head shot up at the sound of the shrill voice. The female’s heavy heels slapped against the marble floor as she continued to scream his name out. I removed myself from the closet, walking out of his room as I looked over the banister. She was petite blonde girl – late teens – possibly early 20s. Her clothing was typical of those that hung out on the strip – black leather, short skirts, and tits out for the world to see.

“Nikki, please baby –“She wined as she searched. “I need you right now, baby.”

“He’s not here.”  

She stopped dead in here tracks, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. It was evident that she was one of his junky whores. She not only got to fuck around with Nikki – but she also got to indulge in the glamorous drugs that his fame brought in.  

Her face twisted into disgust, “Who the fuck are you?” Typical valley girl. “And how the fuck did you get in my boyfriend’s house?”

I couldn’t help but smirk as her feathers ruffled. It was cute that she thought Nikki cared about her. I pushed myself from the frame, slowly walking down the stairs. I kept my eyes on her as I took each step – her body twitching as the last of the drugs wore off.

My slightly taller frame stood over her, “I think the better questions is who are you?”

She shifted away – her mind trying to tell her to act normal but her body betraying her. “I’m Colette – Nikki’s girlfriend.” She spoke so surely. “Now – “ She cocked her hip to the side. “Tell me who the fuck you are and why are you in my fucking boyfriend’s house.”

I took a second, just looking at her and thinking what a shame it was that she was in the position she was in. Colette was a very pretty girl – probably came from a good family – actually graduated from high school and had a bright future ahead before she met Satan on the strip.

“How old are you?” I dodged her question.

She looked confused for a second, “19.”

Nikki – you fucking bastard.

“Why are you hanging around a 27-year-old man who’s addicted to ever drug known to man? You should be hanging out with your friends – going to college – not sleazing around on the strip looking for a fuck and a bump.”

“Nikki loves me-“

I let out a laugh, “You honestly think Nikki Sixx – big rockstar for Motley Crue – loves and cares about some little chick he met at a bar? Honey-“ I stepped closer. “The only thing that man loves right now is melted and injected into whatever vein he can find. You’re just a piece of ass to him – an easy fuck that he’s just gonna forget about when the drugs start to wear off. You and I both know you deserve way better than that – Don’t be one of those girls that are just hanging around and getting fucked up just to brag that you bagged Nikki Sixx.”

Maybe telling someone the cold truth wasn’t best when they’re coming down from drugs. Colette instantly broke down in tears – literally falling onto the floor as loud sobs left her body. I couldn’t help but just stand there for a second – to stunned to even do anything right away. I wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction – I was honestly waiting for her to start throwing punches or to cuss me out.

“Oh my God –“ I muttered as I pulled her off the floor. “I didn’t say those things to make you cry.” Mascara streaked down her face. “I was just trying to get you to understand that Nikki isn’t all he’s cracked up to be.” She was still crying – her eyes puffy and lipstick smeared as she wiped away the tears.

“Why do you even care?” Her voice cracking.

I took a deep breath, “ I was married to Nikki.” Her eyes connecting with mine. “We got together way before he formed Motley – back when things were less hazy. I was in your shoes at one point. I was that little girl that hung around the strip, and I let Nikki talk me into a lot of things that I should’ve never done, but he sucks you in with those green eyes and that smile.” Colette stayed silent as I spoke. “I guess what I’m trying to say is just stay away from Nikki or any guy with long hair on the strip for that matter. You’re too pretty to get strung out and have your life ruined by these guys.”

Just like a typical addict, her demeanor instantly changed and the girl that I first met reared back around. She pushed away from me, smoothing out her leather outfit as she rolled her eyes. “You’re a fucking liar.” She sniffed back the remaining tears. “You’re probably some psycho stalker that’s in love with Nikki and you’re just trying to push me away. I love Nikki and he loves me, and I won’t let you or anyone else for that matter get in my way, you stupid bitch!”

Before I had time to reply or react for that matter, her ring clad fist connected with my nose. Searing pain and the sound of bones crunching rang through my brain as I stumbled back. Not giving me the chance to recover, she lurched towards me once again, my red hair balled in her fist as she brought me to the ground. I’m usually scrappy, but the bitch was still high, making her have the strength that she typically would never have. If I didn’t think fast there was a chance that she could cause more damage or even kill me. Before she could send another blow to my face, I brought my knee up, practically stabbing it into her stomach, causing her to fall beside me on the ground. She moaned out in pain, giving me the chance to bring her equal payback...

I never liked fighting, but I could never stop once I started. I would go into another world – blacking everything out as my fist did the damage.

Colette was a bruised, bloody mess by the time Doc arrived, pulling me off her scrawny body. I didn’t even know it was him until his voice finally broke through the fog I was in. Pretty sure I hit him to as I flailed around as he tried to get me under control.

“God dammit, Bryant!” Doc yelled as he threw me onto the couch.

I heard another voice as I crashed back to reality – the site of jet-black hair kneeling beside Colette catching my eye. Nikki carefully picked up the young girl, carrying her bridal style up the staircase to his heroin den.

“She did a number on you, didn’t she?” Doc muttered as he started cleaning my face.

“Fuck you.” I spat as I stormed off the couch. My face was pounding – blood still falling onto my shirt as I walked out the front door. I knew my nose was broken – her rings wreaking havoc on my face with each punch but how fucking dare Nikki tend to her first! I could feel tears welling up as I paced the yard.

“Bryant, you need to get back in the house.” Doc spoke from the stairs.

“Fuck you!” I yelled. “Fuck you! Fuck Nikki! And fuck that stupid fucking cunt, Colette!”

Good thing Nikki didn’t have neighbors or else they would be getting a free show right now.

Doc trudged down the staircase, grabbing my arm off guard, dragging me back into the home Nikki and I once shared. “Sit your ass down.” He firmly placed me into the dining room chair, placing a rag full of ice on the bridge of my nose.

“Fuck me.” I winced as the weight and coldness of the ice balanced on my face.

Doc let out a sigh, “I was going to kick your ass myself for stealing my car, but I’ll give you a break this time.” I rolled my eyes. “Now, you gonna tell me what happened between you two?” 

I glanced up at him, “Isn’t it obvious.”

“It’s obvious you let her get the first punch in.” He smirked. “But I wanna know why it all started?”

“Well, he’s 6’1 and a fucking asshole.”

Doc looked towards the ceiling, “You’re fighting a fucking groupie over Nikki? I thought we got past that point back in 1982?”

“I told her that she doesn’t need to be hanging around a guy like Nikki. She’s too young to be strung out and hanging on the streets of Hollywood trying to get the attention of junky rockstars.”

“Brya-“The sounds of sires caught our attention as the cars pulled behind Nikki’s corvette. I walked closely behind Doc as he walked back to the front door, the officers halfway up the stairs. “Evening officers –“He was sweating. “What seems to be the problem?”

The officer looked over Doc’s shoulder, his eyes connecting with mine. “Got a call about an assault on a young woman.” He placed his hands on his belt. “Are you Bryant Mitchell?”

Doc spoke up first, “Listen officer, this is all just a misunderstanding.”

The officer wasn’t having it, “Doesn’t sound like a misunderstanding, sir.” His hands going for the handcuffs. “Now, are you Bryant Mitchell?”

He let her call the fucking cops on me. “Yes, sir.” My voice low.

The man nodded his head, pushing Doc out of the way as he reached moved behind me, grabbing onto my arms as he placed the cuffs around my wrists. “Bryant Mitchell, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say could be used against you in the court of law…”

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[celestica-1988]

Sunday Morning

TheDirt!MickMarsXFemaleReader

Requested: Yes, by @lilypetite88 who asked something fluffy and cute.

November was a hard month for Mick, you knew it damn well.

It was a humid month and this worsened his back disease, you could just watch him being in pain, but you never caught him complaining. He was a strong man and deserved some love, so this Sunday you woke up before him. You wanted to treat him well to show him how you cared about him and how much you loved him. You decided that the first thing would be bringing the breakfast in bed for him, so he could stay relaxed.

You put up the moka pot for his morning coffee, you squeezed an orange to have some fresh orange juice and you started to cook blueberry pancakes when a pair of arms hugged you.

You gasped, but calmed down when he gently planted a kiss on your neck.

“What are you doing, princess?” “Well. I wanted to surprised you with breakfast in bed, but you are already here.” You smiled softly to him.

“I woke up and you weren’t there, then I smelled the coffee…” “Yea, you love coffee, eh Mick?”

He chuckled.

“Yes, I love coffee as much as I love my girl.

What did I do to have breakfast in bed?”

“Nothing in particular. I know November is a difficult month for you and I want to give you some love.” You blushed, you usually weren’t so direct with words.

“Do you pity me?” “NO! I admire you very deeply! You are always in pain but never complain so I just wanted to… I don’t know do something nice for you.” He smiled.

“The only fact you are still there and didn’t leave this old man is enough for me.”

“Why should I leave you?

You are the person I love, the person that make me wanna be a better person.

You are caring, protective, sweet, nice, you respect me and encourage me in everything I wanna do.

There aren’t so many men like you out there!

The thing I don’t understand is why you are stuck with me. I’m not beautiful or smart, I’m just your average girl.” “You underestimate yourself and I’m happy that you had a so sweet thought for me, I can’t wait to eat the breakfast you made.” You smiled and finished to prepare the pancakes.

“Do you wanna muffins too?” “No, pancakes are fine. Can I have honey, butter and some maple syrup?”

“Sure.”

Mick loved to rub on butter on bread and add some honey on it and he loved maple syrup.

You loved them too, Mick made you love them.

You two started to eat in a relaxed silence, you could tell that Mick was enjoying your little gift.

He took his time and when he finished he kissed your hand.

“Wonderful breakfast, honey. Thank you.” “You are welcome. Is there something you wanna do?” “A repetition of tonight?”

You were about to say yes when his face contorted in pain.

“No, I think I’m not able to. Can you give me my medication?” He was sad now.

“Would you like to watch a film while cuddling? I know it’s not like what we did tonight but we can have it later.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You cupped his face with your hands, then you kissed him passionately.

“Don’t be sorry, I understand and I’m not disappointed by you in any way or form.

I love you, Mick, I really fucking love you.” “I love you too.”

“So, what film do you wanna watch?” “A random horror is okay for me.” You nodded and picked the first horror cassette you found.

You put it on the video recorder and play on, then you made yourself conformable in Mick’s arms.

He also seemed more relaxed, you noticed, maybe the painkiller he took some minutes before was starting to kick in. Mick wasn’t very open about his disease and you admired him also for this, because he was able to suffer in silence to not worry you. Sometimes it was a bit frustrating because you genuinely wanted to help him, but you always respected his decision to be private. He didn’t want anyone’s compassion and you understood it.

He was one of the best man you ever met in your life.

“A penny for your thoughts?” He asked playfully.

“I was just thinking I’m very lucky to be your girlfriends cause you are one of the most wonderful man I have ever met in my life.” He smiled shyly.

“You’re way too good with me.” “I’m sure I’m not.” “I’m a fucking cripple.” “A sexy cripple.”

He smiled again.

“I don’t know why but when I’m with you I felt like a normal person.” “Well, you are a normal person.” “A cripple rockstar can’t be called normal.” “I disagree.” He wanted to reply to you, but suddenly his face contorted in pain again.

“Baby, what’s up?”

“This bitch of a back! It started to hurt from out of the blue.” “Do you want me to massage you?” “Yes, please.” There were some kind of defeat in his eyes, he was surely sad to be not able to enjoy life like his band mates.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.” “Mick, I want you to understand a thing. I didn’t learn how to massage you out of compassion of pity, I did it because I don’t want you to be alone in this. You make me happy like no one ever did so I want to help you as much as I can. It’s not a burden, it’s just that I cared about you so much. Do you know that, right?”

You said while you were gently massage his back, you could feel the tension went away from his body.

“You are the best to massage me and I know you wanna help me, but I also think you deserve someone who is not ill.” “I decide what I deserve and I want you.” You felt him smiling even though you couldn’t see him.

“Ah, what would I do without you?”

“I don’t know.” “Well, I tell you. I’ll be miserable at my best.” You kept massaging him till you felt that everything was kind alright.

“Do you feel better, baby?” “I do. Thank you so much Y/N.” “You’re welcome.”

You got up and Mick did the same.

He stretched his arms and smiled.

“I feel so much better thanks to you.

Can you please bring me my guitar, Y/N?”

“Sure.” You took the acoustic guitar there was in a corner of the living room and gave it to Mick. He started to play a sweet melody that leave you speechless, it was so beautiful you made you wanna cry.

You listened to it in silence, holding back the tears. When he finished you clapped at him.

“Mick, that was awesome!”

“Thank you. I wrote it thinking about you, you make me wanna be a better man and musician.” Tears started to fall but you dried them immediately.

“Thank you, that was the best thing that someone ever told to me.”

You crawled toward him and took his face in your hands.

“I know I told it a lot but I love you.”

“It’s never too much.” You kissed him with passion.

He wasn’t perfect for the world, but he was for you and it was enough.

Sometimes was enough just to find the missing piece of yourself in another person to feel complete, that’s what happened to you and you hoped it happened the same to Mick.

He deserved all the love in the world.

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Au Meme : Iwan Rheon talks about the relationship you have with his son.

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