trash boat

Roose Bolton x Reader,

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4.

it’s only been 84 years since i posted part 1

I hope you guys like this, I’m planning on doing at least 2 more parts :)

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It had been a couple days since the night of the wedding. And though most of the houses had returned home, Roose Bolton had remained in the walls of your castle.

It was difficult not to think of the man since hearing him talk about your needs. But seeing him every time you had a different thought wasn’t helping.

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You walked down to the baths—large pools of hot water, something you found necessary to survival in the north. It was quite late and the room was empty. You quickly undressed and stepped into the hot water, relishing the feeling opposed to the cold stone floors and winds outside.

“My lady.” A deep voice erupted from the doorway. You gasped and covered yourself, looking with your back turned to the door.

Roose Bolton stood confidently in the room.

“My lord,” you sighed in confusion. “May I please have some privacy?” You asked, annoyed at his blatant rudeness. Though you were frightened by his confidence. He knew what he was doing and you knew what he was capable of.

“I’m afraid privacy won’t be something you’ll be afforded after tomorrow.” He rumbled eloquently through the room. His voice alone sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to shake it off in the water.

Clothing shuffled with an occasional ding of metal. You looked back at him in fear. His chest was exposed, showing the grey and brown hairs that littered his chest.

You looked back to the walls of the bath in shock. “What are you doing?” You asked in a panic. “And what do you mean after tomorrow?”

“I am finding relief from the cold.” He said, while gliding into the pool. “And you will only have so many answers to your questions.” He warned. “Ask wisely.”

“Why would I have no privacy?” You asked after a moment.

Ripples of water came toward you. You sunk lower into the pool so that your breasts were covered by the water.

“You will soon be Lady Bolton.” He said gruffly.

Chills ran through your body as you inhaled sharply. You swung your head back to him, ignoring his bared chest.

“What?” You asked with furrow brows.

“This doesn’t please you?” He asked skeptically.

You turned away as he came closer, almost a foot away now. You thought on his question.

“No,” you pause, “I don’t understand.”

You thought over the reasons why this man would want to marry you. No reason seemed blaringly obvious.

Suddenly his wet hand laid heavily on your neck, and you stiffen, holding your arms together tighter. He continued, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, massaging down. Your chest rose and fell deeply.

“Any more questions?” He spoke softly.

You were silent as his other hand rose to your arm. His grip was firm yet tender. Roose came in closer, moving his right hand down the side of your arm to your hip. His left hand continued massaging your shoulder, causing you to slowly fall back into his embrace. Your head rested in the crook of his neck, while his hand slid up the length of your side. Your arms loosened, but still remained locked to your chest.

Roose breathes heavily along your exposed neck until he kissed it gently. Again and again until his kisses were hot and needy. A small moan left your lips as his hands groped up your sides to your ribs, looking for an entrance.

He brought his mouth the the other side, guiding your neck with his right hand. His left traveled along your hip and ribs, snaking in between your arms. His rough palm engulfed your small breast and groped with passion. You loosened your grip on yourself and replaced it on his own arms and hands.

“Well?” he asked breathily. “You’re time to ask is now.”

His deep voice pulled you from your pleasure. For a moment more you were silent.

“Why do you flay men?” You spoke softly.

In an instant the man pulled you around in a tight grip. Your chest pressed against his, sending shivers through your body. Your arms snuck around his neck as his hands claimed your back, sneaking down to your butt. You gasped as he leaned in, pressing himself against you, while his lips came inches away from yours. Roose stopped, his eyes narrowing while he peers into your own. You looked up at him with hooded eyes.

“A naked man has few secrets.” He whispered gruffly.

His eyes raked down your body and back to your gaze. You stared at him, lips parted, as your chest slowly rose and fell.

“What about a naked woman?”

A grin formed mischievously on his lips. He leaned in closer so that his mouth was inches from yours.

“I don’t need to see you naked to know your secrets.” He spoke smoothly.

You pulled back slightly, hands on his upper chest. His words painted a scowl on your face.

At this he chuckled,

“I could see your desires the moment you came through the gates in the rain.” He cooed, inching closer to your mouth.

He stilled when you spoke, “And why do you think I want you? I know why you flay men.” You said harshly. His gaze darkened and mouth fell into a straight line, urging you to reconsider. You stopped abruptly, waiting for him to attack.

“Why.” He commanded—taunted, you to go on.

Your chest heaved within his grasp. You returned his dark gaze, “For power,” you said softly, “control.”

He makes no moves or changes in his expression.

“For the way killing a man makes your blood turn hot.” You whispered hotly toward him.

At this his eyes widened slightly, barely noticeably. You must’ve surprised him with your courage.

“Do not anger me when my blood runs hot.” He warned. His gaze grew darker.

“Why.” You slightly mocked him. That was a mistake.

Suddenly you were ripped from the pool and brought to the edge, stomach pressed firmly on the cold stone, with your ass hanging off the edge and legs left in the water. Roose held you there with his hands pressed firmly on your back. Still gasping for air at the sudden movement you felt a sharp smack on your ass.

You yelped in pain. You let out a deep breath, and continued breathing ragadly.

After a moment of silence the smack came again, not overly painful but not holding back either. You squeaked out a grunt.

His hand came again—and again.

By this point you gave in completely, lying tiredly on the stone floor.

His hands found your ass again. But this time his hand remained. Roose slid his wet fingers along your folds, up and down, enticing your small moans.

Roose continued stroking along and between your folds with calloused fingers as you moaned louder. The echoes of your own moaning flooded the pool room and stiffened your nipples on the stone. You arched and writhed under his touch.

Suddenly his hand was gone and you laid on the stone floor feebly. Clothing and metal shuffled again as the man dressed himself.

You slide back into the water, exhausted, looking to Roose for an explanation.

“You are not a Bolton yet.” He said in his deep voice, “but I will make you Lady Bolton within the day.”

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Part 2: Sandor Clegane

You rushed through the halls and coridors searching for the gruff man. It had been half an hour of searching and you found no sign of him. You passed an archway leading to the outside wall of Winterfell when you caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a big angry man. You backed up to the archway and peeked around. You smiled, triumphant that you had found him. He sat on the cold stone drinking his life away.

You replaced your giddy smile with a more serious look. You stepped onto the stone pathway and marched toward him with false confidence. It was only for the fear of dying at any moment when the bells rang that fueled your feet.

He looked up when you were standing beside him.

“(Y/N),” he stated gruffly. “What do you want..” He questioned.

You gestured toward his liquor. He hesistently handed it over. “Came for my liq-” You threw it to the side. “Hey!” He growled.

Quickly you sat yourself on his lap before he could protest more. You gripped his shoulders and waited for his response.

“The f*** do you think you’re doing?” He growled again.

You looked into his eyes, gripping tighter. “I want you to take me... before death does.”

He stilled, still confused. You placed his hands onto your hips and arched into him, grinding into his crotch. Your breathing became heavy as you leaned into his neck and ran your hands up his shoulders, around his neck.

“Please” you whispered inches from his mouth.

You tilted your head, angling your lips toward his, pulling in and away with each grind into his lap.

“For f***’s sake.” He growled, grabbing your hips with force and pulling your aching crotch into his.

*men that i want to write because that’s what i wanna do

Part 1: Tormund

You burst through the doors to the hall searching with a bit of panic. Tonight you would probably die-and you didn’t want to die before expressing your feelings. Or experiencing the touch of a man.

The only men you found were Jaime, Tyrion, Davos, and Brienne drinking by the fire. You sighed desperately while approaching the group.

“Will you join us in a drink (Y/N)?” Tyrion asked.

“No I can’t” you started, looking toward the door. “Have you seen the wildling man?”

The faces around you seemed a bit surprised. Tyrion answered, “No I haven’t..”

You sighed, sadness filling your thoughts that he wasn’t here-or off with another woman.

“Maybe I will have a drink.” You sighed.

You took the empty seat next to Brienne and sipped the wine. You watched them drink and talk but paid no real attention to the conversation. Your thoughts were overrun with the big bearded man.

Lost in your pout, you didn’t hear the door behind you opening. You only noticed the large man as he came close to your side, taking the seat beside you. Your eyes flashed wide quickly when you realized Tormund was here.

Your eyes locked with his as he sat silently. It took every ounce of control not to jump on him.

He eyed you curiously, awaiting your words he could sense were coming.

You leaned in, and he did the same. “I was looking for you.” You spoke lowly.

His eyebrow quirked up, “Why?” He questioned gruffly with a smile.

You leaned in even closer, a few inches away from his ear. “Tonight could be our last night alive..” You tried to control your breathing, from nerves and fear. “I’d like to spend it with you.” You said softly, placing a small shaky hand on his knee.

A warm hand immediately covered yours. You leaned back to look for his answer. His eyes were dark and serious. He grabbed your hand and pulled it to his shoulder, sending your body onto his as he gripped your hips. You let out a late gasp, surprised by his actions in front of everyone. A bright blush covered your cheeks and his expression darkened with amusement and lust.

“If we survive this night, I want to spend every night after with you.” He spoke gruffly.

Suddenly Tormund took advantage of your parted lips. You moaned into his mouth and rocked on his lap, searching for contact. His large hands roamed over your hips and sides, groping and massaging.

You gasped as he kissed down your neck as you arched your head back. Sudden fear hit you as you realized you never left the roomful of people. You looked around to see the seats were empty and the room was silent except for the crackling of the fire. A sigh of relief left your lips. Tormund paused watching your realization.

“Guess they’re going to miss the show.” He smiled widely.

“Good.” you replied quickly, wrapping your small hands around his wrists, pulling his hands to your body. “Touch me everywhere.” You commanded - out of breath.

“As my Lady commands.” He wiggled his eyebrows with a smile as he grabbed your waist.

mmhmmhmhmhmhmhmhmh here we are again. I took the Spencer gutting scene and put it in here with Simon cause I have a Simon and blood kink. yeet yah. :))))))

Plot: Reader’s group is captured by Negan and Simon does a little something that gets ya hot and bothered so Negan finds a place for you with him. 

yet another thanos fic lol

Its gonna get spicy don’t worry fams. This is just the short beginning. 

Plot: (backstory to be reveal probably later) You’re aboard Thanos’ ship with Gamora before the movies and you both want to find a way to escape. You’re disguised as her personal servant, butttt things get a little complicated when Thanos finds out about her new little friend.

Deep short breaths rise and fall from my chest as I stand in the dimly lit room. It’ll be okay, I try to calm myself. 

Gamora returned to my shaking body with a concerned expression. “It’s fine I’ll get you out of here. We just need to wait for our opportunity.” She assured me. “Until then. You lay low.” 

I nodded, somewhat unsure of her plan to disguise me as her servant. Though I suppose it was a job fit for a human. None of these aliens will question it. 

She handed me a white tunic, It was surprisingly soft, linen maybe. 

“You’ll sleep here.” She gestured towards a small room off of hers. It was quaint. A servants room—though a more agreeable option than death. I took a seat on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. Gamora stood in the doorway with a small grin. 

“I’ll leave you for a little while. I’ll be back with more information later.” 

With that she was gone and the room was peacefully empty. 

I took the opportunity to change into the tunic. It was snug, but comfortably so—like a good dress should fit. I laid on the bed waiting for Gamora’s return and sleep quickly took over. 

The first few days went by without any notice from the others on board the enormous ship. I felt much more confident in this plan as the days passed. Until him. The mention of his name was enough to ignite my fear and my worst nightmare of facing him was brought upon me one evening. 

I walked down the large hallway hurriedly attempting to reach the safety of Gamora’s room. Just around the corner and I’ll be—

Suddenly there was a wall where there wasn’t before. My body fell from the collision. It took a moment for me to focus. As I looked up to inspect the new wall my eyes grew wide and I felt the fear run through my blood. Thanos. The large man did not look at me, yet. 

“Graceless stupidity isn’t tolerated on this ship.” He spoke quickly in a low tone. 

“I’m sorry.” I said breathlessly as I rose to my feet. I hurried out of his path.  

At my response Thanos finally looked over my small body standing below him. I didn’t dare look back. 

“Who are you?” He commanded. 

“I serve Gamora.” His posture softened. I thought I heard a chuckle leave his lips, though it was too low to be sure. 

“Really.” He quipped, amused at the prospect. “My favorite daughter has always been drawn to your kind.” My calm exterior was fading, tears starting to form in my eyes. My death would come inevitably soon. 

The man took a step closer and my chest rose and fell deeply. I stood still, staring forward, hoping he would leave me if I didn’t react. A large knuckle came closer to my jaw, now inches away I drew my chin up to avoid any contact. “Hm.” He hummed with a small sigh. 

“Your kind...” He murmured. 

He moved his hand to the opposite side and connected his finger to my jawline, guiding my face toward his. “So weak.” He cooed. My eyes finally met his. The intensity of his dark gaze pushed my fearful tears closer to the edge. My eyelids fought to stay open. “Fragile.” He breathed. 

Footsteps approached, Gamora came around the corner and stopped abruptly, assessing the situation. “There you are.” She directed to me. She quickly stepped toward me and grabbed me away from the man. 

Thanos grinned, “This one is far from home.” He spoke. “Where did you find her?” 

“A slave trader.” She lied. Thanos studied her face. “I killed him.” She added. 

“A likely story.” He agreed, though perhaps suspicious of her. 

Part 2 of the Rejoice Series

I tried first person for this😌 This is short, just a bit of spice to get me into the coming smuttiness. 

Part 1: Rejoice 

tags: @nonamesland @chaotic--goth @angelbaerbo

“I—“ a heavy breath escapes my lips, “I can’t.”

His grip is present but not restraining. I stumble back and off of the man. 

Thanos quickly moves over me before I can run. He leans over my body on his side. His arms come to rest on either side of me and his fingers then land on my neck—stroking gently. I lay limp beneath him—sharing his intense gaze.

His eyes darken with desire as he looks over my bared neck and chest. Heat rises to my cheeks. Thanos inches closer—his breath sneaking into the crook of my neck. The tips of his fingers brush lightly across my collar bone and I moan slightly. Shit.