#leechcd

[asongoftasandfire]

@leechcd

“You wanted to see me, my lord?” Jeyne asked. She was not feeling well, she was in heat, very deeply in heat, yet Ramsay had completely ignored it. It had been two days and she was certain she was radiating pheromones, but her sweet lord husband hadn’t even seemed to notice. She wrung her hands, nervously twisting her fingers together. 

[lordustin-a]

Maybe it’s instinct that forces him to shrink at Lord Bolton’s words; he forgets his position sometimes, realising that simply being a nephew isn’t enough to spare him from his harsh criticisms. Wyllas thinks himself stupid for assuming anything different.

❝ My apologies, my lord, ❞ He swallows, perhaps a little stunned, but in actuality, he knows he shouldn’t be surprised. They were playing a dangerous game in usurping the North, and although they were maintaining control over the region, the question was for how long. ❝ What is it, then, you will have me do...? ❞ 

@leechcd | cont.

[thencrtherngirls]

@leechcd replied to your post: SMOOCHES THE SALTWIFE ALL OVER

I WAS GONNA COMMENT WITH MORE LOVE BUT THEN REALIZED I’M ON ROOSE NOW FUCK

ROOSE BACK OFF. >:(

[boltxnbastard]

leechcd replied to your photo “leechcd replied to your post: Rammy I love you...”

i am not in the habit of lying.

❝ You’re right, father. Lying is beneath you. ❞ He    took a small sip of wine before going on.

❝ I wonder if Robb Stark and his dear mother would    agree if they were still alive today. Oh, what am I    talking about? Of course they would. ❞

[voxcomentumultis]

don't agitate your brother.

@leechcd @ascruelascunning

he started it by trying to kill me

[killthebxy-archive]

@leechcd // cont.’d

          it felt odd, very odd, to have another’s touch on him again. sense of the passing of time was all but undone for Jon, at this point, but, objectively speaking, it’d been weeks since last he’d been punched or kicked or just overall hit, yet a few deeper marks still remained --- bruises left to heal, the last stitches left to remove, and, of course, a near uncountable amount of scars scattered everywhere. to experience something so gentle, therefore, was both desperately welcome && thoroughly puzzling.

          being out of the dark, damp cell, as well as having his limbs free of shackles, was also a novelty; one he was still getting used to, as he was to again being allowed things as basic as eating a real meal or having a shower or sleeping without interruptions every hour. evidently, it did not come for free, especially when he’d been such a very tough nut to crack; one look at the glossy haze of his eyes would suffice to realize the young man’s veins were, currently, equal parts blood && tranquilizers. no way he’d ever be allowed time alone with Roose Bolton if they weren’t absolutely sure he posed no threat. head lazily lolling back at the gentle tug, he considered those words and offered the hint of a smile.

        ‘ yes. ‘ wait, that was not right. he saved you and you owe him respect, the voice was prompt in his head, as was the lingering ghost sensation of an electric jolt whenever he’d not answered properly, before. ‘ yes, sir. ‘

[boltxnbastard]

leechcd replied to your post: Rammy I love you with the scruff don’t shave xo

this is inappropriate behaviour.

❝ Just admit you're proud of me, father. ❞

[sweetbitterbitten]

@leechcd ll cont.

“I suppose L U S T is more to your liking.”