Can we please get Bertie Carvel to play the Regent from C.S. Pacat's 'Captive Prince'? He would only need to grow a little longer hair and change into some fancy Veretian clothing, otherwise he might come as he is from the set of AKoTSK! A very mild and kindly evil!Baelor.
Why must you always defy me? I hate it when we are at odds, yet you force me to chastise you.
I imagined all the Regent's lines delivered by Bertie Carvel as I was reading the trilogy, and he would absolutely slay it. Probably my favourite character.
(These sketches are traced studies made from reference images, simply to explore how he might look as the Regent, rather than original freehand drawings).
10,500 Follower Celebration: Leather & Wax - The Lawyer x Reader (NSFW)
Summary: You and the Lawyer celebrate your wedding night with a blindfold, restraints and hot wax.
Companion piece to:
Deals With The Devil - After being sent on a strange errand by his employer Mr. Le Bail, The Lawyer realises the terms and conditions of his own contract may not be as cut and dry as they first seemed.
The Devil's Daughter - The Lawyer has some questions for you...
The Things That Make You Human - You discover more about The Lawyer's past after he invites you to stay at his home.
Performative - You begin to question The Lawyer's feelings for you.
Monsters - The Lawyer makes a discovery about your reading habits.
Six Days - You discover a certain clause in your contract.
A Goddamn Love Story (NSFW) - You become an absolute menace when The Lawyer works too late.
A Marriage of Convenience - You get a sharp reminder that your marriage is one of convenience, not love.
The Middle Ground - The Lawyer battles to make himself heard after the issue with his fuckbuddy.
The Toy (NSFW) - Make up sex has never felt so damn good.
Family Ties - The Lawyer discovers the true purpose behind your marriage.
In The Dark - You know something's wrong the moment you wake up in the darkness.
The Power of a Name - You confront your father, leading to a revelation that stuns Mr. Le Bail.
The Loophole (NSFW) - You exploit a loophole in The Lawyer's rules.
The Wedding - It's finally time for you to marry The Lawyer.
There's No God Here (NSFW) - The Lawyer finally worships his queen.
The bedroom is where The Lawyer chooses to claim you, the place where he intends to fuck you so good that you’ll never dream of leaving.
When he lays you down on the mattress, you look like the devil herself. Spread out on those sheets wearing nothing but that hedonistic little flower crown and a pair of fuck me heels. It takes everything in him not to ravage you. He wants to draw this out, to give you an experience that’ll make you forget any other man that came before him.
Still, you’re eager, very eager. Your hands rove over his chest, warm and teasing through the fabric of his shirt. You push the suit jacket down his shoulders and he shrugs out of it, allowing it to fall onto the carpet before he reclaims your mouth. Your kisses are filthy, bruising things. Intoxicating. Salacious. Tongue and just enough teeth to set his entire body light.
“Do you trust me?” He asks, his blue eyes are twin flames, burning like the fires of hell as his finger hooks in his tie, loosening the knot.
Your own widen with excitement, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as you nod vigorously. He pulls the tie from the confines of his collar, winding it around both fists before pulling it taut. “Thoughts on restrains?”
“They go both ways.” You muse, your eyebrows hitching with mischief. “You tie me up now. I get to tie you up later.”
“Lu, you are a filthy little minx.” He smiles, dipping his head to capture your mouth. “Get onto your hands and knees for me, won’t you, my love?”
You turn over onto your stomach, pushing yourself up onto all fours until that pert little ass beckons him. You give it a shake, vying his for attention and he sinks his teeth into that pert peach, making you moan, your fists twisting in the sheets. He pulls away to see this bitemark imprinted in your skin, a reminder that you’re his to play with, to love for the rest of his life.
He drapes himself over you, his heat pressing against your back through his shirt as he loops the tie over your eyes, tying a neat knot at the base of your skull. He removes the flower crown, placing it carefully on the nightstand in case you wish to memorialise it later.
His hand gropes for the top drawer, pulling it open, fingers seeking out the cool burgundy leather of the thigh and wrist straps. He wraps his slim fingers around one of the buckles, pulling them out with a clatter.
“Face down, ass up, darling.” His palm comes to rest on the back of your neck, pushing your face into the pillow. You turn your head so your cheek presses into it, that sinful smile crossing your lips underneath the blindfold.
“The two of us, we’re going to have a lot of fun together, aren’t we darling?” He murmurs as he laces the first restraint around your thigh, cinching it with the buckle before he takes your wrist guiding it into the attached cuff. He repeats the process with the other until you’re tied up unable to move, unable to see.
Your pussy glistens in the light, leaking, desperate for his cock. He sweeps his fingers through your wetness, pressing them to his mouth, smearing his lips with your taste. You’re tempting… too tempting. If he gets his tongue inside you, he’s going to fuck his fist, spill his release all over these sheets before he even gets to give you his cock.
“How does it feel?” He asks, pulling away unfastening the buttons of his shirt. It flutters to the floor as he strips it from his shoulders, much like your dress did on the stairs.
“Like I’m at your mercy.” He watches you test your restraints, twisting against them as he unzips his trousers, pushing his pants and underwear down his muscular thighs. It’s a beautiful sight, seeing you trussed up like the perfect gift.
“Darling, I’m going to be so good for you.” He promises as he walks to the nightstand and takes out one of his massage candles. He removes the match book from the sex club he visits occasionally, striking one of those delicate sticks on the pad before he lights the candle. The scent of woodsmoke and ylang ylang fills the air, he can taste it on his tongue as he blows out the match.
“Are you really creating ambience right now?” Your lips frame a sensual pout. His cock twitches at the sight of it, the thought of pressing the head against your lips, coating them with pre-cum.
But… he doesn’t want to take tonight.
He wants to give.
His heart, his soul, his body…
He wants you to have everything you’ve ever dreamed of, and all the things you haven’t imagined possible just yet.
“Only the best for my wife.” There’s a teasing lilt in his voice as he climbs onto the bed behind you, the weight of the mattress shifting as his bare thighs caress yours, his smooth hands resting on your waist, squeezing.
The head of his cock slides through your folds, kissing your clit before it glides back down your slit, catching at your entrance. The breath punches put of your chest but he doesn’t stop, he simply keeps up this maddening rhythm until your exhales are chased with whimpers, each one getting louder and louder until he notches at your entrance, those delicate petals parting around him.
He pushes in languidly, filling you inch by inch until you hug every ridge of his cock, until you’re gripping him so tight that he has no choice but to concede that this was always his destiny, that the devil’s daughter was always made for him.
Your hands curl into fists as he bottoms out, nails sinking into the leather as a ragged cry escapes your throat.
He reaches for the candle, gripping the heated glass in his hand as he pulls out, leaving just the tip of dick inside. He hoists the candle high, so the wax isn’t too hot, and he pours out the first few droplets. They spatter between your shoulder blades, royal purple blotches of paint on a blanket canvas. You inhale sharply, the first kiss of heat followed by a sudden sting and then the most exquisite ecstasy as The Lawyer pushes himself back in.
More droplets, more splashes of wax across your skin, following a trail mapped out by the curves of your body. The delicate slope down to the valley of your back, the incline of your ass, your rounded cheek.
Your pussy flutters around his cock as you hang perilously on the edge of nirvana, teeth biting into the pillow, trying to stifle the scream that rises up within you.
“No, no, no darling.” The Lawyer tuts, pausing to set the candle down before his hand threads through your hair, yanking at the roots. Your scalp lights up, sending a delicious thrill chasing through your nervous system that sets your entire body ablaze as he continues his ruthless pursuit of your pleasure. “I want to hear every single sound that comes out of your mouth.”
He tugs again, burying himself all the way to the hilt and you detonate like a star, bursting into existence.
The pleasure, it’s transcendent. Heaven and earth colliding through space and time as you tumble through the rapture. His hands rove over your skin. His voice, a quiet, soothing murmur as his palm slides down to the back of your neck, grounding you as you’re overwhelmed with pleasure.
“You did so well.” He tells you over the roaring of blood in your ears, his thumb tracing tiny gentile circles over your nape. You focus on the sensation as you start to come down, the soft reassurance in it and the cadence of his voice. “I think that’s enough for tonight-”
“No.” You whine, the chain clanking against the cuffs as you try to take more of his cock. “Please Benji, I want more.”
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