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IWAN RHEON photographed for the Sept/Oct 2024 Issue of Cliche Magazine

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Those About To Die Cala & Tenax (part I)

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Iwan Rheon in Those About to Die

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THOSE ABOUT TO DIE ↳ Season 1 ↳ Episode 5 ↳ Betrayal

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IWAN RHEON as TENAX THOSE ABOUT TO DIE (streaming on Peacock July 18th)

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Those About to Die as Text Posts 1/?

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Iwan Rheon for Cliche Magazine (3/4)

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I feel like people are unfairly harsh on Those About To Die. Not the best historical drama ever, HBO Rome exists after all lol, but it's entertaining to me. I like the diversity and also the fact that it does include quite a bit of actual history for a tv show. More than most tbh. Also, Sara Martins (Cala) is stunningly beautiful and her character is cool

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THOSE ABOUT TO DIE (2024-)

S1E2 — Trust None

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Day 26 - Power

[Be careful of the man who has the power to take away your name...]

I was so eager to draw this prompt hehehe I love this mf so much, plus he's so fun to draw 😼

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So I know you already did a lot of Ramsey x reader oneshots but honestly I just love how you write them so can I request a oneshot for Ramsey Bolton x fem reader where the reader is a servant (this has nothing to do with the previous servant oneshots) 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 ?

Ramsay Bolton*Little Mouse

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton x f!reader

Word count: 1950

Warnings: roose being murdered, dub con, p in v sex, nipple play, unprotected sex, biting, hickeys, spanking, bruises, X cross sex, teasing, degrading, orgasm denial, begging, bondage, choking, restraints, smut 18+

a/n: thank u sm for being so sweet anon

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Everyone hated Ramsay Bolton. Ever since his father took over Winterfell his name was brought up in hushed angry whispers amongst the servants. You hated him too. In theory at least.

You tried to hate him and partook in the gossips and whispers that surrounded him but perhaps it wasn’t in your nature to hate. Perhaps deep down he was not as bad as he seemed. The rumours after all were just gossip told to you from the few servants, they brought from the Dread fort.

Things had been grower tenser, if possible, recently with Sansa escaping and the possibility of Ramsay’s own replacement if this baby was a son. You were glad Sansa had escaped but even more grateful no one had found out you had smuggled her notes.

Roose Bolton didn’t even ask you to pour the wine, just tapped the rim of his cup. You topped it up as he, Ramsay, and another Lord discussed the Snow dilemma. “My lord,” you bowed your head as you walked away. the jug was empty, so you excused yourself to refill it.

You went as quickly as you could, not wishing to spark his temper which had been easier recently. However, as you crept through the open door you had to hold back a gasp when you saw Roose Bolton’s glassy eyes staring at you in shock as Ramsay plunged the knife into his stomach a second time before shoving his father to the ground.

Your eyes then turned to the Maester. His gaze met yours and the moment it did you stepped back, turning to place your back flush against the wall beside the door, praying the other two had not noticed you. “Send ravens to the houses of the north,” Ramsay began to instruct him, “Tell them he was poisoned by our enemies,”

The words began to ring hollow in your ear as your breathing grew rough. However, seven words snapped you out your daze, “Find my brother and make it swift,”

You felt your feet carry you away before you could stop yourself, still holding the flagon of wine. You had to find her but as you wandered the halls you found your mind clouding over, unable to recall what room she’d been moved to for the birth. As you began to rush to the servants’ quarters you felt a hand clamp over your mouth, another around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. The jug fell to the ground with a clatter as the finest wine in the north spilt on the dirty stone.

“Don’t scream little mouse,” Ramsay’s voice whispered in your ear. “It won’t do you any good,” he said, removing his hand slowly from your mouth.

“My lord. How can I- “

“You never came back with the wine,” he tutted, “I missed your pretty face,”

“I had to fetch a fresh barrel- “

“Liar,” he hissed in your ear, biting your lobe and making you gasp, “What did you see? and don’t lie to me this time,” he added when you went to speak.

You swallowed hard as his hand moved to hold your neck gently, but you had seen how tight his grip could be, “I say Roose Bolton die my lord. Poisoned by our enemies,”

His chuckled vibrated up his chest making the hair on your neck stand up. You gasped when his hand suddenly turned you to face him, your face just an inch from his, “I’m going to have some fun with you little mouse,”

-

“Where are we?” you asked in a shaky voice as Ramsay led you down a narrow set of stairs.

They led to a single wooden door which he creaked open with a smile, “Ladies first,” he said.

This was it. you were going to die. You walked into the room, and you felt your blood drain. “My lord please no,” you began to beg, “I’ll tell no one I swear. I know nothing, nothing at all. I am just some stupid servant my lord no one would believe me anyway,” you stuttered, your eyes locked on the X shaped cross.

You heard his laugh, but your eyes would not fall from the cross. “Your silly little girl,” he mumbled in your ear. His arms moved to wrap around your waist, your back pressed against his hard chest as he began to walk you over to the cross, “I do not wish to hurt you,” he said, gently spinning you to face him, “Unless you make me of course. but you won’t do that, will you?” he asked, brushing the stray hairs out your face.

“No, my lord,” you whispered, your eyes locked on his.

A small smirk appeared on his lips, “Good. Now strip,”

“What- “

“Did I stutter?” he asked, cutting you off as his head dipped down till his lips were brushing against yours with each word, “Take those rags off and behave. Or I may just have to reconsider my offer to let you live,” he said, leaning back so you could begin to pull at the strings of your dress, “It’d be a shame too. I always liked when it was you serving me. Even if you can be slow at times,” he said, suddenly grabbing the dress round the collar and ripping it.

You gasped as he tore the dress more, pulling it down your body till it pooled to the floor, “That’s better now, isn’t it?” he asked, his head hanging low as his eyes scanned your body. His hands moved to run up your waist, squeezing it gently before moving further up to graze your tits. He groaned as he squeezed them, and you gasped at the feeling, but you felt a weird sensation growing in your stomach.

This was wrong. Everything about it from the way he walked you back till your back hit the wooden cross to the way his eyes scanned your naked frame. It was wrong, dirty, and shameful, but you couldn’t help but moan as he twisted your nipples between his fingers.

Ramsay chuckled when you did so, his eyes lifting to meet yours making a flush form on your cheeks, “Perhaps you’re not as innocent as you looked little one,” he teased, his hands falling from your tits to gently run down your arms.

Suddenly he grabbed your wrist, slamming it against the wood making you whimper as he began to attach the first restraint. You watched his concentrated eyes as he did up the straps before moving to do the next one.

He began to sink to his knees, kissing down your chest then stomach and thighs as he went. He grabbed your ankle gently, kissing the top of your foot as he did the strap around your ankle. A chill ran down your spine at how exposed you suddenly felt as he did the final strap up.

Ramsay lifted his gaze before standing slowly with a smirk. You couldn’t even question it before you felt his fingers run up your slit making you gasp, “Now if I’m to keep you,” he began, speaking slowly as his nose ran up your neck till he could whisper in your ear, “You will need to prove yourself to me after your little stunt. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lord,”

“And if you disobey- “

“I won’t,” you cut him off this time. his head snapped to the side till his gaze was meeting yours, “I won’t disobey you, my lord. Never, not in a thousand years,”

“Really?” he said, leaning his body against yours as his fingers began to rub slow circles on your clit.

“Yes, my lord. I swear it,”

Ramsay’s lips skimmed along your neck before he began to suck dark marks along your neck, all while his fingers worked on your bundle of nerves making you want to clamp your legs together, but you couldn’t. “Already so worked up,” he tutted, his lips moving to your jaw, biting at the skin making you gasp, “So desperate for me,” he said, moving his fingers from your clit making you wine before pushing them in slowly.

He continued leaving bites along your skin as his fingers curled inside you, teasingly slow making you pull on your restraints more with each curl. You felt your cunt squeeze around his fingers and just as you felt your peak approaching, he ripped his fingers out. You couldn’t help but whine at the loss. A quick slap to your cunt swiftly followed making you gasp, “Don’t be greedy now,” Ramsay growled as his hand moved to untie the string of his trousers.

“Yes, my lord, sorry my lord,” you said your eyes moving to the ceiling to avoid his steely gaze, but his hand moved to grip your jaw.

He brought your eyes back down to his, “Look at me,” he said, meanwhile his hand moved to stroke his hardening cock. He smirked as your eyes stared into his, “Good girl,” he said, moving to press a kiss to your cheek.

The tenderness was interrupted by his tip pushing into your hole. A soft whimper fell from your lips making him groan, his head falling to the crook of your neck. He pushed in further, grunted as he did so, “So tight,” he mumbled against your skin as his cock began to stretch you out.

You gasped as he sunk himself all the way in, biting your lip as you tried to adjust but he wasted no time before his hips began to buck. His hands moved to grab your hips, his fingers sinking into your flesh so hard you wondered if it would bruise. You couldn’t bring yourself to care however when you felt a knot tightening in your stomach.

His hands moved to grab your tits, squeezing them harshly before pinching your nipples making you moan. “Yes,” he groaned, kissing up your neck, “Moan my name like the desperate girl you are,” “Ramsay,” you moaned, and you felt his hips speed up their pace. You moaned it louder when he began to roll your nipples between his fingers.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “such a good girl,” he praised as a hand slipped from your tit only to move to find your clit again.

He rubbed harsh quick circles on it which only made the knot tighten further. Your arms and legs pulled on the restraints, your body desperately wanting to tense at the growing sensation spreading through your stomach. Ramsay chuckled at your attempts, however.

Your cunt began to squeeze around his cock, your peak threatening to spill at any moment as his hips snapped against yours. you gasped as you felt your peak hit your body and couldn’t hold back the moan that left your lips as Ramsay continued to fuck you through it.

The feeling of you coming undone around him though only seemed to drive him crazier as his pace increased and his hand moved from your tit to hold your throat. He squeezed your neck, pushing your head up so he could kiss your jaw at the same time. it only took a few more thrusts before he finally spilled, unable to hold off any longer.

Ramsay practically collapsed against you, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he caught his breath. After a few moments he pulled back, pulling himself out at the same time. he pushed the hair out of your face, holding your jaw gently as his eyes scanned your bruised and bitten skin.

A smirk found its way on to his face, “Yes,” he murmured, his eyes finally meeting yours again, “I think I just might keep you little mouse,”

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Those About To Die 1x10 Let The Games Begin "I betrayed you. But did I ever lie to you? You are from the gutter. Your money, your betting, your allies, all your allegiances, your very being all reek of the sewer. But you live on the Esquiline Hill now! You need someone honest to manage what you leave behind. Without an endless flow of money, all this will fall apart, and the senators will roar with laughter as they kick you back to the gutter."

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film scene: the dirt (2019) [netfilx] / real photo: May 10, 1986

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THOSE ABOUT TO DIE ↳ Season 1 ↳ Episode 07 ↳ Death's Bed

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this is my vendetta.