╰₊✧ he says it’s the last time he’ll see you, but it never is┊1k words
contains: more plot than smut!! sacrilege (broken vows of celibacy), sex work, age gap (unspecified but legal ofc he’s just ancient), guilt, unprotected piv, thomas is a guilt-ridden pathetic old man and i want to fuck him
➤ author's note: i was gonna post the benitez fic first but there’s gonna be a delay on that once because i still don’t really know what i’m doing so have this lawrence fic and then a tedesco one sometime next week i love these old men so much
thomas lawrence is trapped in a constant, grueling cycle of temporary pleasure in exchange for eternal shame. he doesn’t remember when it started, but it doesn’t really matter when he can’t see the end in sight. his main excuse is the stress he’s under, struggling with the faith that makes up his entire identity and considering retiring from his position as dean of the cardinals. although the holy father won’t allow him to. his words echoed in his mind, “some are chosen to be shepherds, and others are needed to manage the farm.”
he hesitates before picking up the phone to call you, knowing the exact sequence of events that will unfold once he does. he could end it right here, do the virtuous thing, and pray for closure rather than indulging in earthly desires as a temporary solution to his problems, but he never does, and his request to see you is whispered.
as he waits for you, he’s conscience-stricken over what’s to come, but there’s no one to blame but himself.
you’re gorgeous as always, an example of lust come to life with those sultry eyes and soft lips. most importantly though, you know how to keep quiet and respect the deals you make. you promised you would never say a word, and you’ve been honorable about it ever since. you don’t even charge him any more than you would for a usual customer. he’s certain that if he were unlucky, he would find himself being blackmailed by you, asking him to wire tens of thousands of dollars to your account in exchange for silence knowing he’d gegrudingly oblige since the church didn’t need any more sex scandals than it already had.
you kiss him first, you always do, gently with both hands cradling his face as you pull him towards you. if you leave him to make the first move, you would be waiting all night before eventually leaving without doing the job you were called to do.
he falters for a second, but soon melts into your touch. he so starved for affection from another, the poor thing. it’s almost embarrassing how much he needs you, yearning for a younger thing like you, but you truthfully don’t mind it. it’s almost cute actually.
feeling the warmth of your skin against his and the weight of your body crawling into his lap is enough to send him spiraling, throwing all of the morals he’s held his entire life out the window as his large hands grab the plush of your thighs. he holds onto you like you would disappear at any moment, almost as if he was scared you would escape from his grasp and reveal what was going on with a single whisper. he doesn’t trust you, yet he has no choice but to do so.
the layers between you slip off, and it always makes you sigh at all the clothing clergymen wear on the daily. do they not get hot? it’s fine, you have plenty of experience when it comes to removing the religious garments of men and women alike.
there’s a war going on in his mind when you lay yourself down for him, one between his vocation and his need for you. it’s his last chance to back out, but when his icy eyes met yours full of want, he caved like he always does. the closest thing to heaven he’ll ever feel is the embrace of your velvety walls around his cock, the sound of your gasp when he sinks into you, and the way you call out his name like a prayer, “thomas, thomas, thomas.”
he’s slow, careful, as if too much pleasure at once would break him. he’s not used to this, he doesn’t think he ever will be, not when he’s already at this age and trained to keep his mind above the carnal appetites of the body. he lost his first time with you in a desperate last-minute resort to alleviate all of the pressures on his shoulders, and his last time ever will also be with you if it ever comes soon. it’s wrong, so very wrong, but the constant push and pull that brings him makes him feel like it’s worth it at the moment.
when he finally snaps back to reality with your shared climax, he feels an overwhelming wave of guilt wash over him. he shouldn’t be doing this, he shouldn’t be behaving like an animal to relieve himself of his stress and succumbing to lust as if he had no restraint. restraint is all he knows, all he’s ever known, he’s the dean of cardinals for crying out loud. everyone knows thomas lawrence to be disciplined and reverent, an image of holiness and composure, and example for the rest of his peers as someone who was chosen by the pope himself to manage them. he could only imagine the scandal that would break out if it was discovered what he was doing in secret, how he’s no better than anyone else and just another sinner hiding within the walls of the church.
he runs a warm, wet towel across your skin to soothe any aches he might have left on your body, as if he even had it in him to treat you as roughly as another client, the tips of his fingers barely ghosting over your flesh as if he was scared to touch you unlike how he was mere minutes before. his regret hangs heavy in the air along with the sinful smell of sweat and sex.
“this must never happen again.” he speaks sternly and autocratically, allowing you to see a glimpse of the noble cardinal he is rather than the pathetically desperate man you usually see, although it seems like he’s talking more to himself than he is to you. his tone is so confident that you almost believe that he means it this time.
only for a second though, you know it’s far from the last time. it will only be a week or two before you’ll receive another phone call from him for another secret rendezvous. he’s only a human before he is a holy man, after all.
Hello!
Could we please get some more stuff with Ralph Fiennes? I need that, thanks
ft. ralph fiennes x f! reader — rpf
╰₊✧ don't bite the hand that fingers you (or whatever the saying is)┊0.6k words
contains: smut!! 18+) dom ralph & sub reader┊unspecifed age gap (legal obviously), bratting/brat-taming, fingering, edging/orgasm denial
➤ author's note: happy late birthday to my man, i swear a one-shot is coming for him
despite being in the prime of his acting career and being far more built than any man his age has any right to be, he’s still past his prime of prowess and a product of sixty years that have flown by like an unnoticeable breeze. perhaps if he were ten years younger, not even ten, maybe just five years, then he would be able to easily tolerate your childish attitudes of acting out when you feel like he isn’t giving you enough attention. you pout and bat your eyelashes at him, letting out little whines in hopes of distracting him from his work. sometimes you even flat out sit in his lap wearing cute little outfits, wrapping your arms around his neck while telling him that you’re bored and want to play.
he give a handful of warnings, giving nothing more than a few light scoldings as a little slap on the wrist. don’t you know that what he’s doing right now helps pay for all your little gifts from sanrio merchandise to frilly dresses to lacy lingerie? there’s only so much he can handle before actually getting distracted like you intended, rocking back and forth against him before sulking at his supposed disinterest. there are many things you know him for, and his disinterest in your feminine wiles wasn’t one of them.
so after about fifteen minutes of pestering him, making stupid noises while kissing and poking at his face with your index fingers, you let out an annoyed huff before attempting to get off of him, but before you could even get a foot on the ground, you yelped as he suddenly picked you up and laid you out on the bed. he had his hands on his hips while looking down at you, acting like he didn’t expect you to be acting out when he’s hardly noticed you all day. “are you just about finished?”
it’s so easy to forget how strong he is beneath those clothes with the face of a weak elderly man, but just because he’s too old to tolerate your behavior, doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to punish you for it. the second you start going from juvenile to outright rude is when his patience starts to wear thin, but he knows exactly how to manage your poor attitude when you decide to start being a brat for petty reasons.
it doesn’t take too long for you to start whining for different reasons, letting out pathetic mewls with his fingers buried inside of you. you were already so wet that you were practically soaking his digits and the fabric of your underwear, hearing the squelching with every thrust. while you were writhing in lust, he remained rather stone-faced, only letting out a mild chuckle whenever you arched your back and had tears forming in the corners of your eyes.
he often says most people will no longer find your immature behavior cute when you’re a grown-ass adult, but he must admit, it is a little cute when you’re so desperate for the attention of a man as old as he is.
it doesn’t take anything to put you in your place, just denying you of your orgasm is enough to have you begging for relief, but just as you refused to leave him alone earlier, he was going to do the same. you didn’t really think he was going to leave you hanging, did you? after all, weren’t you practically begging him for this ten minutes earlier? once he’s satisfied with the results of his ongoing punishment, then he’ll be sure to indulge you in everything you want, you just have to be patient.
hello! first time requesting something, kinda nervous :'>
anyways, first things first, if i misread anything, i am deeply sorry, it was not my intention, and if you don't want to write this, it's completely okrr, no pressure :]
so. would you be amenable to write some smut with ralph fiennes? with a fem!reader taller than him? smut in which he wants to worship the fuck outta reader? and maybe cry a little?
if writing this is alright with you, but you feel like i haven't provided enough... information about what i want, just go crazy with it, i'm sure i'll love it immensely :D
so, uh, yeah. thank you for reading this, hope i wasn't that much of a bother. (and sorry if i seemed like i was trying to guilt-trip you, because i don't want to)
and, if i could, could i become the 🐢 anon? only if possible, ofc <3
ft. ralph fiennes x f! reader — rpf
╰₊✧ i’m a dragon, you’re a whore (don’t even know what you’re good for)┊1k words
contains: smut!! 18+) dom reader & sub ralph┊receiving oral, unspecified age gap (legal obviously), body worship but it’s kinda all in his mind because he’s too busy eating pussy to really say anything, he’s so obessed tho, lust at first sight, semi public
➤ author's note: i don’t find him handsome in the slightest and he kinda looks like a labubu but i wanna fuck him soooo bad like it’s not even funny anymore (also i didn’t realized until i finished that i didn’t translate the reader’s height well enough i’m so sorry T-T)
he’s sure you hear it often as a model, probably so many times that it has lost its meaning and now makes you roll your eyes, but you’re truly stunning in such a way that he needed to put down his glass of wine to properly admire your beauty. some people were put on the earth to be worshipped and adored by those around them, and you’re one of them. elegant, magnetic, dangerous, and glamorous, he’s met many over the years who fell short with a single trait; no one quite like you who embodied all four so perfectly. it was as if the god who took the time to personally create you whispered those exact words before blowing life into you.
the second your sultry eyes met his, a mix of boredom at the event you both were attending and interest in getting out of there together as they flickered over to the exit, he knew he was done for. the next fifteen minutes were a blur, running off to take a smoke break and holding a casual conversation. and the way you spoke, regal and enigmatic, he would have fallen in love if he wasn’t careful, but who’s to say he didn’t? he’s heard of you before, from tabiods and friends of friends, but not even god could deny you anything you wanted with those eyes.
before either of you knew it, he was kneeling before you with his head buried between your thighs in some hidden hallway where the burnt out lights wouldn’t give you away, just as he’d been imagining from the moment he laid eyes on you, your dress bunched up in his hands up to your waist to allow easy access to his needy mouth that was desperate to give you pleasure. call him a whore all you want for already winding up in this situation with a woman he’s only known for an hour, because clearly, his charms have worked on you just as they have with so many others (besides, he isn’t fully against the nickname, he even finds it affectionate when you call him it with a moan).
you could feel your body going slack against the wall, allowing him to take more control over you as he moved your legs over his shoulders and gripped your waist in his strong hands, holding you upright with strength a man his age shouldn’t have. his experience was making itself known with the way you could already feel yourself starting to tremble with the way the tip of his talented tongue flicked against your clit after licking long stripes against your entrance.
it shouldn’t be possible to look as stunning as you do while getting eaten out. even in the dim light, with your hair falling out of place and your head thrown back, you still look like a pin-up he would see on the cover of playboy. maybe it’s for the best that your eyes were scrunched shut, because you would certainly be unsettled by his intense gaze that wouldn’t leave you for even a second. he felt like he couldn’t even if he wanted to, like it would be a crime to look away from a sight so beautiful that was (at least in this moment) for his eyes only.
“you’re fucking gorgeous, my dear.”
you scoffed at the sudden compliment he whispered, moving your hand to shove his head back in place so that his mouth was once again where you needed him most, “just keep at it, old man. you’re not going to get me anywhere if you keep gawking like that.”
so you have noticed his staring. the indifference in your voice was enough to send a surge of determination throughout his body, not because he wanted to prove you wrong, but because he wanted to prove himself to you. it’s not a feeling he feels often as a well-respected man in his field, and maybe it’s embarrassing for an older man like him to desire someone like you as he is, but it’s something he must achieve tonight or else he would never be able to live it down.
at the same time, you didn’t want him to get any big ideas about being in charge of you, much preferring to keep him at arm’s length. neither of you was the type to fall in love, but you’re both deviants with good physical chemistry, so there was going to be quite a bit of fun in the next few months of having him chase you around.
you were so slick with a sticky mixture of arousal and his spit that he was starting to drip from the corner of his lips, but he didn’t relent, continuing to bury his hot tongue into your cunt and nudging the sensitive pearl at the top with his nose, relishing the pretty sounds slipping from your throat. one of his hands moved down to press at his neglected erection which had stirred to life in his dress pants before he had even gotten onto his knees.
once you finally came, a hot wave of pleasure washed over your body as he tightened his grip on your body, preventing you from jolting too much at the electricity shooting up your spine. ralph placed a little kiss on your hip before taking out a handkerchief to help clean you up, pulling your dress down and ensuring you looked presentable. you were clearly flustered after the little escape when you both got back to your table, and he felt prideful to be the only one who knew why and to be the reason why.
the rendezvous was all either of you could think of for the remainder of the ceremony, tension thick enough in the air to be cut, and sparks with each interaction no matter how tiny. once you were all finally allowed to leave, he found himself following closely behind you until you suddenly turned around, a mischievous look flashing in your eyes, “do you wanna come back to my place? i think i should thank you for… helping me out earlier…”
scandalous is what it is. he couldn’t imagine what the media would say the next morning when they inevitably catch wind of the situation if they haven’t already, but he already had a reputation of a whore, and you a seductress, so what’s the worst that could possibly happen?
‧₊˚✧ ❛[ play 'em like guitars (only one of my toys) ]❜
━━━ .°˖✧ requested by🐢 anon ˚₊ ⊹
ft. ralph fiennes x f! reader — rpf
╰₊✧ a young ralph, fresh out of film school, falls head over heels for the leading lady and is desperate to be one of her toys, even if it’s just for one night┊3.3k words
contains: smut!! 18+) dom reader & sub ralph┊highkey parasocial relationships (he’s obsessed), age gap (reader is late 20s/early 30s, ralph is early 20s), seductress reader & loser ralph, receiving oral
➤ author's note: ralph remains the pussy eating champ because i couldn’t decide who would be on top during the actual act so i just left it on a cliffhanger
there were so many things ralph was nervous about when he entered the building where today’s shoot would be taking place, from the cameras scattered about to record his every minuscule expression to trying to act natural when performing when there was an entire crew a mere few feet away from him, all of which he needed to ignore for the sake of the film being fully immersible. he’s experienced these things on a smaller level to check his compatibility on the screen, but it all felt so overwhelming now that he was actually here and it was about to happen.
he’s only been taking roles in theatre in between acting classes up until now, and while he was always praised for his talents and was frequently told that he would go far, he was still worried it wouldn’t be enough for a hollywood debut. sure, his audition went the best it possibly could have, as he was accepted into the leading male role since the original backed out due to scheduling conflicts, something most who were starting out could only dream of, but there was a part of him that feared it was all a fluke and that he was going to screw everything up due to his inexperience.
once he entered the bustling room, he just stood there like an idiot, looking stupidly out of place for a couple of minutes instead of approaching the set until the director called him over to discuss the scene that would be playing out. he rushed over as though he was a little kid who was called over by his dad rather than an actual professional, and although no one seemed to notice or really care for that matter, he wouldn’t stop mulling over it as his ears were burning red from embarrassment.
as if that wasn’t bad enough, he was unable to pay attention to a single word coming out of the man’s mouth once he became aware of your bored eyes glazing over his body and possibly judging him in every manner, but he didn’t dare to look back and ask the man to repeat what he just said, instead choosing to pretend he knew exactly what he was talking about and hoping for the best.
of course, he obviously knew you would be here as the leading lady, but he didn’t expect to be so intensely aware of your presence. he’d be sheepish to admit that he’s seen all of your movies, even the early ones where you had roles so minor you were only seen for a few minutes, and even before he knew he would be starring in a movie with you, always addicted to how beautiful and magnetic you were on screen. you always played the part of a woman who was adored and desired by all who were around her, and although there was some criticism of how you should be playing a more diverse range of characters, no one could deny that the part of a femme fatale was the most perfect fit for you— especially considering it mirrors reality where you were a known temptress who could have any man or woman you wanted with a single look which spoke a thousand words before often taking them to bed.
oh, and how he wished to be one of those people, even if it meant he would have his heart broken and discarded like trash afterwards, even if it was only for a single night. call him delusional, but the thought of a single chance with you was enough for him to send in his audition, and now that he was here, he doesn’t think he was quite as crazy as he initially thought. (it wasn’t the sole reason he signed up to be a part of this film in particular. he isn’t just some sex-crazed acting student looking to get laid by his celebrity crush, but he would reluctantly admit, it was certainly there on his list of deciding factors.)
normally, when it comes to filming a more erotic movie like this, there needed to be a test between the actors to make sure they could replicate the magic chemistry required to make the film believable, but because he was brought in as a replacement, there wasn’t any time for that to stay on schedule. however, you didn’t seem to mind in the least and were more than willing to make the two of you compatible for the sake of this movie, which has had its production pushed back far too many times to count.
as the two of you got in position for the first take after the director made his vision clear, all ralph could think about was how damn gorgeous you were now that you were locked in for the camera. his introductory scene didn’t call for much, just for some small talk to happen between the characters, but he was to play a disciplined man, supposedly incapable of being distracted by the prospects of human desires like lust and love, slipping over the edge and falling deep for you and your beauty, practically at first sight. when he told his friends about the role at first, they all basically laughed in his face. they all know him underneath his gentlemanly and well-spoken exterior, and they were supposed to believe he was going to play someone who had restraint when it came to beautiful women? the entire point of acting was to play someone you weren’t, but it seemed like a stretch to them, even if they were sure he had the talent to pull it off.
hell, he wasn’t sure himself if he could pull off looking disciplined when you were looking at him like that, the poster picture for sultry and seductive from the way your lashes fluttered to the way your glossy lips parted when you spoke. it all came to you so effortlessly that he nearly forgot that there were dozens of others in the room, making him say his lines a couple of seconds too late while accidentally stuttering the last few syllables. as he was sweating bullets at all his mistakes and barely managed to get through the scripted conversation, he could see a little smile forming at the corners of your mouth, finding the little mistakes he were making adorable. it was only the first take of his first scene, yet he was acting like the entire thing was being aired live on national television for millions to see. you’ve worked with younger rookies time and time again, most of whom have fallen for you to some extent, but none of them were quite as cute as him. why, you could practically see little hearts floating above his head whenever you drew too close, how adorable is that?
luckily for him, no one aside from you managed to notice how nervous he was and just attributed it to his acting skill, and since he became less shy and more comfortable with the camera zooming in on his face, they even managed to film some other future scenes in the same setting. even though he was only standing on the sidelines for most of them, he was just as invested as though he were in it himself, completely mesmerised by the movie magic being done to achieve the director’s vision and how you perfected what was expected of you. multiple takes didn’t even seem necessary when it came to your performance, coming to you so easily like it was nothing.
“okay, let’s take a break from here, we’ll reconvene in ten! good job, ‘ava!’”
ava was the name of your character, and although you smiled at the compliment, you didn’t seem to care for it or take it to heart. you leaned in to whisper in ralph’s ear, noting how he visibly became tense and warmed up at the proximity, “you know, you’re the one who did a good job today. are you sure you’ve never acted in a film before, not even a short one?”
“n-no, never… i don’t think what i did was all that special—”
“please, don’t be so self-critical! i’ve seen plenty of rookies who couldn’t act even half as well as you did on their first day, you’re going to go so far in this career, i can already tell.”
hearing from his friends was one thing, but hearing it from you was on an entirely different level of elation as he bashfully rubbed the nape of his neck. “right, but your performance was exceptional as well, especially the scene where you initiated the fight. going from zero to a hundred in anger must be quite difficult.”
“well, i suppose i must be a hypocrite, but i don’t really consider what i do to be acting. it’s not all that difficult to me, and most of my roles overlap with each other, so i feel like i’m just paid to look good on camera and to be myself. although… i guess your role must not be too difficult for you either, considering you’re also mirroring the reality of holding yourself back, right? i wonder if you’re going to give in before or after your character does…”
you let out a little giggle before heading back to the makeup room for some touchups, causing his mind to race with all sorts of questions and cursing. you’ve barely known him for a day, yet you already knew about his crippling attraction to you? god, it might not even be simply attraction at this point, maybe he was fully blown in love with you, how stupid is that? it is true, he guesses, that an irrational, sudden love could make one think they are going batshit insane and make them act like anyone other than themself.
and you know all about his feelings towards you, maybe you even understand them better than he does himself, and he was so embarrassed about it. what kind of actor can’t hide something as simple as blooming romantic and sexual feelings? still, as humiliated as he feels over the entire ordeal, unable to think of anything else throughout the entire day, it also meant that you had some interest in him and were interested in moving forward with that. after thinking nonstop about your words and the short conversation you had, he deduced that you were only waiting for him to make the first move.
aren’t you so lucky that he’s a smart one and knows exactly what he has to do? after most everyone had left the building in the early evening of the next day. you heard a hesitant knock on your door, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who it was as you hummed a tune on your way to opening it.
you didn’t even bother pretending you were surprised by his sudden arrival, you simply allowed him inside and discreetly locked the door behind him, knowing exactly what was to come. the excuse he prepared was wanting to review the script together because he wasn’t positive on the way he wished to perform them and was seeking advice from someone more experienced like you. simple, but effective, and after he was seated on the velvet ottoman next to your vanity with his papers in hand, you couldn’t help but find the most fun in subtly teasing him.
when he stood at your door, you weren’t wearing anything but a matching undergarment set covered by a loosely-tied silk bathrobe, and his eyes were quick to betray him for a second before he tried to play it off like it didn’t have any effect on him. you were highly enjoying flaunting around the room, pretending you were doing things just so that he would get progressively flustered when he could see the heart-shape of your ass under the flowing silk. he starts stuttering and stumbling over his words, fumbling with the stapled script as he progressively gets more distracted.
it was taking him forever to muster up the courage to start what he came here for, but when you drew close behind him, your hand tracing his shoulders as your shadow covered him whole, it was impossible for him to resist pulling your hand into his and kissing the palm. he seemed to melt into your touch, letting out a soft sigh.
“come on, tell me the real reason you came to see me today. i know you didn’t just want to read your lines.”
“i-i wanted to see you…”
“see me for what reason? it’s okay, you can be honest with me.”
your voice is feather light, gently coaxing him into confessing his deepest thoughts and desires, “i… i can’t stop thinking about you.”
“is that so? what have you been thinking about?”
the better question is, what hasn’t he thought about? he feels like he could go on and on about the things he wanted you to do to him, things that made him hard just thinking about them as flashes in his mind. the fact that you were leaning in closer to him wasn’t helping his case either as he instinctively tried to cross his legs and hide the bulge starting to grow in his pants, but you wouldn’t let him when you suddenly pulled him back from his seat, allowing him to look you in the eyes from an upside-down angle.
“just tell me what you want, and i’ll give it to you.”
he was trying so hard to maintain his dignity before, but now, when you’re holding him like this in the privacy of your personal dressing room, he was ready to throw that out the window if it meant you would give him a taste. when he falls to his knees and holds your hands in his, he thinks back to the other few times he had to stoop so low for he wanted, but he doesn’t think he’s ever been so earnest when he looks up at you with those puppy-like blue eyes of his and begs you to fuck him on the spot. there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that this was something you both wanted, and when he saw you smiling at his desperation, he knew he was ready for the night of a lifetime.
as a quick test of his obedience, you moved to sit on the bed pushed up against the wall of the room. even personal dressing rooms don’t usually have beds, but you often find yourself exhausted from long hours maintaining your perfect persona, so you made a special request, which was quickly granted for fifteen-minute power naps. tapping your leg, you watched him obediently crawl over as a dog would, stopping in between your feet before sitting back on his haunches, waiting for your next command.
he’s so perfect, perhaps you should keep him around for a little longer than the others. as long as he doesn’t become too attached, of course.
if he kept looking at you the way he was, you weren’t sure yourself if you would have been able to stop yourself from pouncing on him just as he wanted, but you still managed to maintain your calm and cool composure as you leaned forward to kiss him. it was clear he wanted to pull you closer, take a little bit of control and overpower you, but he also knew that you could easily leave him high and hanging if you didn’t like his behavior.
besides, he loved being able to shut off his brain and let you do as you please, watching how you undid your rope and had it slipping off your shoulders, revealing your barely-covered form in the most erotic way possible. uncrossing your legs, you allowed them to spread while leaning back on your elbows, sensually taking off your underwear and noticing the absolutely mesmerized look in his eyes. you don’t think he’s a virgin, but he’s certainly inexperienced, and that just excites you even more. “are you sure you’re alright with this? i certainly don’t want to force you into anything.”
“i’ve never wanted anything more,” he confessed, leaning in to kiss you on your delicate clit, inhaling your scent before letting his tongue dart out to taste you. almost immediately, he moaned at the mere taste of you, holding onto your thighs and lapping up your arousal.
ralph could feel his head spinning, unable to fully believe what was going on right now. there’s still a part of him that wonders if all of this was just some hyper-realistic lucid dream he never wanted to wake up from, but when he hears the way you softly sigh and relax at his touch, his heart beats so fast that he fears it would burst. although, he couldn’t think of a better way to die than in between your thighs and making you feel good.
“that’s it… right there…”
your voice was becoming more strained by the second, a subtle sign of how good a job he was doing. you were too proud to completely fall apart and assume a more submissive role for him to take charge, similar to the attitude you take with the majority of your lovers, yet you were treading the line. he was acting all meek and shy in front of you, making you think that he was a blushing virgin who didn’t have the foggiest idea how to please a woman, but he’s certainly one of the fastest learners you’ve ever met. he takes to it like he does with his acting, careful and meticulous, and quickly learning what works and what doesn’t by analyzing your behavior. he seems innocuous, but he’s watching your every move, from the way your eyes flutter shut, to the way your lips part, to how your muscles tense before slacking.
still, he’s needy, looking up at you like you hung the stars in the night sky, moving away momentarily to seek validation, “am i… am i doing a good job?”
it almost made you laugh, “hm, i’m not sure yet… keep going at it, and i’ll think about it.”
you didn’t need to push his head down to get him back to work, feeling him suck at your clit and swirl his tongue around it. he feels like he would dig a hole in the dirt and crawl into it never to come out, if he wasn’t pleasuring you properly after these lengths he’s taken, so he’s quite passionate in his endeavors as he quietly groans into your heat. looking past his idolization, you’re just another human underneath it all, yet his mind cannot help but think of you as royalty, or maybe even a divine being, someone who was so far above him that it seems like charity work for you to throw a bone to a nobody like him.
perhaps that’s why he felt so elated when he felt your thigh muscles clench around his head as you let out an uncharacteristically loud gasp, your hands grabbing onto the bedsheets as you climaxed. you didn’t push him away, nor did you pull him closer, so he remained in place, licking up every last drop as if it were the most precious nectar on the earth.
when you regained control of yourself, you looked down at him, noticing how his ears were tinted pink and the little wet spot he had in his pants. the evidence of his own orgasm made you chuckle, reaching out to pinch his face in between your fingers, not needing to force him to look you in the eyes when it was all he was looking at in the first place, “aw, did you cum already, baby? just from eating me out? what a darling young man you are, but don’t think it’s over yet. the studio doesn’t fully close up for another two hours. that’s plenty of time to have some more fun, isn’t it?”
hello :D🐢 anon here, i come bearing another request, still for our dear ralph fiennes. picture this. young ralph, fresh outta acting college, meets reader, who is around hia age (maybe some years older), and he can't help but fallin love with her. hard and fast. and it gets to the point where he corners her and just begs her to fuck him. no pressure if you don't want to write this. though, if you do, go bananas. make him cry, make him beg and whine, make him act like a fucking dog (obviously if you want to, no pressure, queen) anyways, i wish you have a good day/night. and, again, it's perfectly fine if you decide to not write this <3
Hi!! I saw that you had open requests for conclave, so I wanted to ask if you could make more Thomas Lawrence x fem reader smut? Maybe a needy Thomas or something, people don't write about him enough 😞
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🎨 anon- since now:)
ft. thomas lawrence x f! reader — conclave
╰₊✧ the spirit is weak and the flesh is willing┊0.8k words
contains: smut!! dom reader & sub lawrence┊slighttt dubcon, succubus reader, mention of erectile dysfunction & references to his age, blowjobs, all happening in a dream, snowballing
➤ author's note: hii new nonnie!! something short for now since i’m getting ready to write all of those conclave fics in the poll plus all my squid game requests, but i look forward to seeing you in my inbox more often to thirst for this loser mwahhh (also this is kinda similar to the previous fic i wrote but oh my god i love torturing him)
as most people do, thomas has a few rituals he performs before going to bed: cleaning any clutter that may be in his room, showering and brushing his teeth, reading scripture and saying his prayers (specifically reciting psalms 91, he always makes a point to remember)— all typical things clergymen do before resting. however, there are a few other things he does that seem strange, even for a man like him.
he makes sure everything is in place, checking obsessively before taking a breather. his home is anointed with holy oil, a mixture of olive and other essential oils which were blessed and smeared in little crosses over all the surfaces of his home. there’s a crucifix hung in every room, maybe even two if it’s more spacious. salt lines his doors and windows wherever there may be a crack.
he does everything he can to keep demons away while he’s in his most vulnerable state, but he still fiddles with his rosary before hesitantly drifting off to sleep, feeling like a child who is scared of the monsters in the dark. in all honesty, the monsters with sharp fangs and glowing red eyes in storybooks would be better than what he’s dealing with. at least then, he would feel less guilt and wake up feeling something other than shame for what has been happening in his dreams.
for the past four and a half months, you’ve been showing up in his dreams a few times per week, a winged creature with little horns on the top of her head and a pointed tail. a succubus who was looking to feed and chose a man who had dedicated his life to the church, which was against all you stood for. it wasn’t a coincidence, no, you chose him because you thought it was funny to taunt a man who was required to stay celibate for some sick, sadistic reason. you’ve even called him cute on multiple occasions, finding it adorable all the things this old man will say and do in an attempt to ward you off at first.
sometimes you wear lace, other times you wear latex. it’s always scandalous and leaves little to the imagination, but that always gets him more flustered than if you wore nothing at all. you tease him, caressing his face with the back of your hand, telling him all the things you want to do to him, asking him if he was having more fun serving god during the day rather than spending time with you at night, but you never force him to do anything he doesn’t want to do.
no, the best part is when he finds himself backed up in a corner, his hardened cock stirring in his trousers in ways that he thought were no longer possible, and the scent of your perfume making him dizzy with lust. the best part is when he cracks like glass, whispering a few pleas before outright begging for you when you pretend you can’t hear him.
it’s the most satisfying sound really, the sound of a man giving in to his most carnal desires and pathetically allowing stings of “please” to slip past his throat as you give him what he wants. it’s almost like he forgets what he’s made his entire life’s purpose the moment your mouth is on him, running your tongue along his length and teasing his tip while alternating between long and kitten licks. despite his age, he finds himself acting like a teenage boy again due to his inexperience, cumming in your mouth after barely two minutes like a loser.
he takes several deep breaths before opening his eyes, wincing at the slight overstimulation when you slowly loosen your jaw and let go of him with a ‘pop,’ the little string of drool connecting your swollen lips to his tip makes you smile before abruptly standing up and kissing him with aggression, so much so that he wakes up with a start with sunlight leaking into his bedroom.
thomas can still taste you, your sweet spit mixed with the saltiness of himself. the recollection of the nightmare makes him feel feverish, pulling the sheets off only to find his underwear sticky with evidence of his release. he takes a cold hard shower and prays before leaving his house, making a mental note to figure out another way to keep you away from him at all costs possible.
you can’t tell if he’s more stupid than he looks or is simply in deep denial. he can do all he wants to his house and say all the prayers he wants, but his mind is like an open portal for you to waltz into. despite everything he says and does, he’s just as weak as any other man to temptation, and his secretly perverted mind is more than willing to let you enter no matter how much he would deny it.
