#Judge Turpin x reader smut

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Day 16: Ways to Keep Warm

Pairing: Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader

Summary: In where Richard returns home, angry that the courthouse has been closed due to an impending blizzard, and [Y/n] finds a way to use that pent up energy.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Smut! (Oral fem receiving, allusions to female hysteria, penetrative sex), ownership of spouse (it was in the olden days lol), bold wife!, undue anger to servant, that's about it..?

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: Evil cackles, if you're were looking for when Turpin was going to appear well wait no more! Please enjoy some warmth with him on these cold (depending where you are) winter nights : D. On ward to the smut. Also sorry for any mistakes of course (is past one am when im editing LOL)

MDNI

"Curse this bloody weather!"

The thunderous shout of her husband's voice seemed to shake the house as [Y/n] padded to the top of the staircase to find what the commotion was about. She hadn't expected him home for lunch, so to see him taking his coat off so aggressively and throwing it at Alice, one of their housekeepers, had her intrigued and mildly confused.

"Richard, my heart welcome home!" She called, coming down the stairs. "I wasn't expecting you back from court so early. Is something the matter?"

"The only thing that is the matter is this wretched weather we have. I swear each year it gets worse," he complained harshly, sitting on the cushioned bench against the wall while pulling his snow-covered boots off. "The courthouse," he hissed, tossing the boot aside with anger, causing the women to jump at the loud thump it made. "Had to recess due to the beginnings of a blizzard. A blizzard, that caught me halfway on my trip back here."

Ah. That would explain the copious amount of snow that had been trekked in, and the many flurries that coated his clothing.

"I'm sorry love, I know how busy you are and I’m sure this isn’t quite the way you wish to spend the day," [Y/n] said sweetly in hopes her tone would assuage his irritation.

As she approached him, she eyed Alice, giving her a nod that meant for her to leave them be. She didn't want the poor girl to feel the wrath of her husband as he never did learn to keep his temper on a leash when things went awry with his schedule.

Curtsying quickly, Alice gave a grateful smile to [Y/n] as thanks before she silently departed to hang her lord's coat somewhere to dry. Going to hand the poor girl something else, when he looked up and saw she was gone, his nostrils flared in annoyance before he shouted,

"Where did that stupid girl go!"

"Richard enough," [Y/n] commanded sternly.

While she loved her husband and held him in reverence as many others did, she drew a line at the way he would talk about their servants. Angry or not. She would not put up with it, even from her husband who was the lord of the house and over her.

Had it been any other husband, they may have lashed out even more. Or worse yet, laid hands on her for being a disrespectful wife. But no, with Richard, he may seem cold with those icy eyes and stern demeanor, but when it came to her, he swore no harm would come to her by his hand or any.

So when she spoke sternly to him, he was neither offended nor angered. He only became silent as he tossed his other boot off with that large frown on his face. Honestly, for a man who seemed frightening to all, her husband very much hung on her words. Only showing his caring side towards her and only in their home.

"Now come, there is no need to for harsh words, I'll put the boots up," she said, picking them up and placing them neatly so no one would trip and maim themselves. "There is a fire waiting in the parlour where we can stay warm. Let us give it some company, and I shall have Alice draw you a warm bath to stave off the chill."

"I do not wish for a bath [Y/n]! I wish to be at court, sentencing those who believe their wrongdoings have no consequences."

A thought popped into her mind. Well if he couldn’t do his job and needed something to occupy him, well she had ideas.

"Well unfortunately, that will not be happening for the safety of you and the others but, if a bath is not what you wish for my lord, mayhap we can find a better occupation that can keep you from going mad?"

That seemed to catch his attention as he looked up at her with a glint in his eyes signaling he was at least pondering her words.

"And what would this occupation be?" He drawled in that rich baritone of his that would always set her body alight.

Smiling at him, she didn't answer, only walking past him and causing him to raise an inquisitive eyebrow as he followed her with his eyes. Once she was at the base of the staircase, she turned her head back to him, a smirk on her lips.

"It involves you following me to our bedroom, my Lord," she purred in the most enticing tone she could manage. "And making use of the energy that you have pent up from not being in court today. Unless you find this to also be not of your liking?"

That seemed to catch his attention, as he stood from the the bench and stalked across the hallway towards her. His strong thick body was quickly pressed up against [Y/n] who groaned sweetly at the feel of her husband behind her.

"Hmm, well if my sweet, and innocent wife is offering," he murmured, causing the hair on her neck to rise as his breath caressed her exposed skin. "I may be yet swayed from working while away from the court."

"Then come along," [Y/n] whispered, turning to face him as she placed her hand on his chest. "I shall endeavour to do my best, and to sway you from doing such a thing."

Her invitation was punctuated with her boldly pressing their lips in a kiss that was not at all chaste. Her tongue licked at the seam of his lips as if asking for permission, and if he was caught off guard by his wife who was usually shy and mild manner he didn't show it as he hungrily accepted her advances.

Their tongues immediately danced with each other as [Y/n]'s hand buried itself in his grey tresses, and a low groan rumbled from her husband's lips as he dominated the kiss.

Breaking away from each other out of breath, and already warmer than they just were, they shared a fleeting glance before they made their way up the stairs.

It was by some miracle, that he didn't take her on the stairwell for all of the servants to see with how many times they had to pause because one of them wanted their lips on the other. When they entered the room, he was already ripping at her clothes, desperate to have his wife's body bared and underneath him.

"Richard!" She gasped in surprise, as he pulled off her night dress that she had still been wearing, exposing her breast to the cold room and causing her nipples to pebble.

A whimper escaped her lips as he strolled behind her before cupping her chest with his large warm hands. Her back arched at his touch as he began to squeeze the mounds, massaging the delicate skin before pinching her nipples in between his thumb and index.

"Mhmm my lord," she whined breathlessly as she melted at his firm touches. It didn't take long before she was rubbing herself on his hardened member that she could feel straining for release in his trousers.

"Oh yes my pretty little wife," he praised, as he leaned down kissing her exposed neck that she granted him more access to by tilting her head to the side. "All bare and soft for me," he continued, sucking at her tender flesh causing her breath to hitch and higher-pitched moans to leave her. "So sweet and…"

He trailed off, one of his hands leaving her tit before travelling down to paw at her opening that was already soaking with desire for him. A loud, needy keen left her throat and he felt the sound go right to his cock that was straining for release.

"And wet for me just like a good wife should be," he crooned in her ear, as he pressed his thick fingers inside of her causing her to suddenly be on her tip toes as he entered her.

"Y-yes Richard my love ah all for you," she squealed as he began to thrust his fingers into her, stretching her wanting cunt. 

The squelching sound of her wetness filled the room as she moaned and whined blissfully as she took pleasure from her husband's skilled fingers. Two fingers became three as he readied her to take his manhood, and when he felt her body quaking against him and her cunt sucking at his fingers, he gave her one last thrust before pulling his digits out of her.

A tiny squeak fell from her lips as she was pushed towards the bed, causing her front to hit the edge of it before she climbed up and crawled towards the middle of it.

Flipping around, she let out a gasp as her husband was right on her heels, his undershirt and trousers already discarded with his pants leaving him naked with his cock standing at attention and weeping with his seed.

Heavens was the sight of her husband stalking over to her delicious. With the sparse smattering of grey chest hair on his broad chest, the slight belly he wore showing how healthy of an appetite he had, and the thick strong legs that she had more than once taken her pleasure on. The thoughts that swirled in her mind only made her body throb with want as she watched him get on the bed with her, towering over her with his stature.

He made her feel so safe, so loved, and with it came the need for her to submit to him, body, mind and soul and she was happy to do all of that.

"Take me, Richard," she wantonly begged bucking her hips in his direction as she offered herself to her husband. "Please fill me up I wish to be warm with your seed," she pleaded shamelessly to the only man who could make blood burn with such lust and want. The only man whose gaze burned her in the most pleasurable way whether he was angry or pleased.

"Greedy little harlot," he hissed, as he knelled in front of her spread thighs that glistened with her wetness and need for him.

A sudden thought filled the judge's brain at the sight of her dripping opening and the grin that grew on his features was predatory. His gaze shot a pang of excitement in her belly and before she knew it, he was pulling her towards him with such strength that she let out a clipped shriek.

Her legs were suddenly being put on his shoulder and her lower body was lifted up from the bed only to have her womanhood angled directly in front of his mouth.

"Richard!" She squeaked abashedly, never having been exposed like this to him but her surprise morphed into an incoherent noise as he began to nuzzle her swollen nub with his beautiful aquiline nose.

The sudden shock of pleasure had her legs going stiff and her hands gripping at the blanket as he alternated from nuzzling her clit to using his tongue to pleasure the swollen nub.

"Oh my- oh my lord Richard!" She croaked, his name falling from her lips in a broken cry as she began to grind her hips against his face while he feasted on her.

Tongue swirling around her nub, he used his fingers to open her dripping cunt before diving into her with his tongue, lapping at her sweet juices that drove him mad at the heady scent that came along with it.

High-pitched whimpers, along with his name, fell from her lips as if she were a woman hysterical. And she was, thanks to the pleasure that her husband showered upon her as she wiggled and moaned his name like a prayer. Her stomach clenched and unclenched uncontrollably at the assault of his tongue inside her, and the way his stubble would rub against her sensitive womanhood had her going insane. 

Her noises had him groaning, and his cock throbbing as it bobbed heavily against his stomach, straining towards his abdomen as it too was ready to taste the sweetness of her soaked cunt. It wouldn't need to wait long as Richard swirled his tongue in her opening once more before licking her slit to clit causing her to shiver.

"Exquisite," he groaned as he pulled away from her throbbing cunt that was swollen with need and shining with the mixture of spit and slick that dripped down her trembling thighs.

Grabbing her legs, and moving them so that they were around his waist, and her lower back was against the mattress now, Richard lined his manhood against his wife's opening before pushing the thick head past her entrance.

The burning stretch of him as he entered her body had tears pricking at her eyes and her lips parting in a silent cry. Inch by inch, he slid into her slowly, teasingly as she trembled beneath him.

She could never get used to how big he was. No matter how much he stretched her out, no matter if he brought her to her peak multiple times, her body would protest that she could not take such a thing when he entered her. Yet it always did.

"So bloody tight," he grunted, before he gave one last push that seemed to be the one that caused him to slip past the remaining resistant and into her velvety channel.

Panting loudly, she let out another watery moan that increased in volume as he finally pushed himself all the way inside her. Her cunt fluttered and squeezed around him as it got used to his size, and before she had time to calm her thumping heart, he pulled out before suddenly ramming back into her.

"Oh god!" [Y/n] sobbed, her back arched and her toes curled as a shock wave shot up her spine at how deep he had pushed himself into her. 

Arms going to wrap around his neck, she brought her husband closer as he began to thrust into her earnestly. Putting all his weight on her body as he moved his hips, he had trapped her beneath him as she writhed with pleasure easily finding the spot that had her insides trembling and her mind thinking of one thing.

"Richard," she pleaded, "yes yes yes, my love yes, please." Her words were incoherent and barely audible over the sound of his cock ravaging her aching cunt.

"Mmm, so warm, ugh, and tight," he growled near her ear causing her to whine and her insides to flutter around his cock. "So perfect for me do you know that my love," he praised as he pulled back to watch her with hooded eyes.

Their hips sat flush against one another each time he thrust in her with speed and force that a man who was twice his junior probably couldn't muster.

"Such a perfect wife thinking of how to keep her husband warm," he growled, as he watched her eyes roll in the back of her head, and listened to her whimpers become louder and louder as he felt her insides begin to spasm, signalling she was close. "Oh yes so perfect, ugh, with such a perfect body, and such a perfect cunt for her husband, " he praised even more, as he slipped a hand in between them to where they were joined just so that he could bask in the loud shriek that left her lips as he began to rub her clit.

She thrashed her head side to side like a woman mad, and her fingers gripped the sheets beneath her as he kept stroking her with both cock and fingers. The pleasure bloomed red hot in her veins and she felt that familiar tingle in her stomach that signaled she was close.

"That's it, there's my little wife," Richard growled, sensing her impending release and snapping his hips against hers relentlessly. His digits continued to rub messy circles against her at the same time causing incoherent noises and words to spill from her lips. "Come for your husband! Come for him so that he can spill his seed in your waiting womb. Be a good wife and let me put a babe in you [Y/n]!"

It was a mixture of his words, and thrusts that had her tumbling off the edge suddenly, and he followed with a loud grunt as her walls clamped down on him milking his aching cock for all its seed.

"Richard!" She sobbed, pulling him closer to her as she trembled from the shock of pleasure and feeling of his warmth spreading inside her.

His arms quickly went to wrap around his beloved as he grunted noisily in her ear while he filled her up. The soft pants and moans coming from him, caused her body to shiver at the deep sounds that buried itself into her bones as they laid spent from their activity.

They stayed in each other's arms, as Richard kissed her neck lazily, and she drew little circles against his neck. A sweet giggle would leave her lips from time to time when his stubble would rub her sensitive skin.

It wasn't until what felt like hours later, even though it was a few minutes, did someone speak.

"So," [Y/n] whispered as she raked her hand through her husband's grey locks. His usually stormy eyes, which were now clear, were trained on her as he raised an eyebrow at her. "Is my husband appeased with the activity that was suggested?"

"Mmm, I am very pleased," he purred, leaning down and kissing her lips passionately. She let out a noisy moan at his possessiveness and was breathless when he pulled away. "But," he started rolling his hips against hers causing her to moan as his cock dragged against her sensitive insides. "I fear my wife has made a mistake in thinking that spilling my seed once in her would rid my energy. No, I think we perhaps need to try it a few more times if you truly wish for me to relax darling."

"Oh no," she moaned as he began to thrust slowly biting her bottom lip. "I intend to make sure ah my husband has had his fill mmm and is thoroughly sated. What kind of wife would I be if I didn't?"

His eyes twinkled at her words before he slowly picked up the pace in what would be a long and pleasurable way to keep them warm as a blizzard began to rage outside.

A/N: hehe well i sure hope that warmed everyone up! Turpin is always a good choice for smut bc he is well..a horny man LOL.

Tag: @deepperplexity it's ur beloved Turpin!!

[smilingformoney]

Sins of the Flesh

I. Innocence Lost

Summary: Sweeney Todd | Turpin/Reader | Judge Turpin is not a man known for his mercy, but his mercy is exactly what you need. How far are you willing to go to get it?

Warnings: Rape/non-con, sexual coercion, prostitution, sex for favours, power imbalance, breeding kink, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

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[deepperplexity]

Prompt: 4. Biting Cold

Pairing: Turpin x Fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: A carriage in the woods

A/N: So, let’s get a little smutty on this fourth day of RICKMAS, shall we? 🤭😉 As always, Turpin’s first name is Richard whenever I write about him, and you will find some characters from the Death’s Judge trilogy of mine in this too but you do not have to have read it - it’s just a little bonus for all of those who miss that story, as I do. ♥

Tags/TW’s: Smut [Kissing, Finger Fucking, Orgasm, Teeth Nipping, Slight Dirty Talk], Fluff, Devotion, Road Accident

Word Count: 2k+

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The carriage swayed, the runners slid atop the icy road while snow swirled beyond the foggy windows. Richard read a book while you looked out at the white landscape with the black trunks of trees dusted with the swirling snow slowly building layers atop the coarse bark. It was a winter wonderland, but the English winter was cold and biting.

“It’s quite rugged out there, angel,” you said quietly and Richard hummed his agreement. You glanced towards him, dressed in his finest red velvet set with intricate patterns stitched into the lapels of the coat and along all the edges with black silken thread. He matched your red dress and the black coat with an identical pattern but in a red thread instead.

It always warmed you when he procured clothes in matching sets for the two of you, close to shouting in the streets that you belonged together. This latest ensemble had been a First December gift, as he was too aware how you positively adored Christmas and all the little delights of December, of winter when there was joy in the air.

“How much further—” The carriage swerved, your hands surged out to find something to grip, your entire body tensing as the carriage seemed near to toppling. “Love,” Richard growled and reached out. His hand grasped yours just as a gasp slipped through your lips and the carriage ended up half askew — throwing you into him with its sudden halt.

You crashed into his stiff body, his arms enclosing you and tugging you down a mere second before you would have collided face-first with the carriage’s wall behind his head. You gripped at his shoulders, your body bent uncomfortably at the small of your back but cushioned by the many layers of fabric to your dress.

“Love, are you alright?” he gritted out as he grasped your chin and tilted your head, looking over your face. “I’m-, I’m well, love,” you replied as your eyes got hooked in each other and he exhaled before his features twisted into something of fury.

He sat you up with a firm grip around your corset-clad waist. “My lord,” came the hurried voice of your young butler, Mr Braham Stokes, who had been driving the carriage towards the estate where you would be celebrating Christmas with many of the wealthy, established families of London.

The door was pulled open at the other end of the carriage, the one raised up towards the sky at the slanted state of the carriage. “Are you harmed, my Lord? My Lady?” the usually happy man asked and your husband snarled at him. “We are fine, Braham,” you said as you grabbed Richard’s hand, staying him — saving Braham from any further of his rising anger.

Braham nodded with relief. “The dowel snapped at the strain, my Lady, but the carriage is stuck securely so it will not topple,” he said and you felt yourself pale at his words. Not even having thought of that. “How far do we have left?” you asked but the butler shook his head. “No, my Lady, you cannot walk there,” he said as if he had read your thoughts, “we need a replacement dowel or sled, my Lady.” Hell and damnation, we’ll be late, Richard hates being late.

What shall we do, angel?” you asked and looked towards your stoic husband who seemed to be keeping his anger caged at the turn of events, or perhaps at the idea that you could have been harmed. “Mr Stokes,” he said in a harsh tone, “you shall take one of the horses and ride ahead, find a stable and get a new carriage here. Quickly," he finished with and the butler, who you saw as more of a friend than an employee, straightened and nodded before he bowed and closed the door.

“What do we do now?” you asked as you heard him gallop away a mere minute later. “Here, love,” Richard rumbled out and lifted his arm while holding away the fur that had covered his legs. Your own lay on the floor from when you had been thrown forward so abruptly.

You moved over to his side of the carriage, cuddling in close against his side as he draped the fur over your legs and his arms around your shoulder — holding you tightly. It was already cold, despite all the clothes you were wearing and the slightly warmer air inside the carriage than the windy outdoors.

Richard’s lips graced the side of your head while the wind howled outside, slamming its force against the carriage. “Are you truly alright, love?” he asked gently while his thumb stroked up and down along your coat-covered arm. You nodded while you looked up at his harsh features that softened when there was only you and him. “You took the brunt of the force, angel,” you whispered as you laid your hand against his chest, twisting ever so slightly to rest your head atop his shoulder. The velvet of his thick coat was soft against your cheek.

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Time moved slower and slower as the temperature dropped when the clock crept past four, given the darkness beyond the carriage’s windows. You were shivering despite the many layers of fabric, the furs, and Richard’s closeness. His hand was toasty warm when he stroked your chilly cheek though. It made you hum.

“You’re cold, love,” he whispered as he kissed the top of your head. “I’m fairing,” you managed to push out and he huffed. Clearly seeing the lie in your words instantly. “You never did learn to lie, my sweet little darling.” “I never had to learn,” you whispered while you clenched your jaw to keep your teeth from clicking against themselves. You tried not to think about how his words were affecting you, that he was heating you up by merely being close and speaking in such terms with that baritone voice of thunder that was heard clearly no matter how low he spoke.

You pressed yourself closer. “Love?” he asked and you peered up at him through your lashes. “You make me warmer,” you said gently, sheepishly, shyly. Still not quite secure enough in your own sensual thoughts, and sexual wants, to speak the words you were truly thinking.

“Something you want, little love?” he seemed to nearly purr as your eyes were far too open for him to read. You swallowed harshly, your breathing turning shallower. “Angel, please, do not…” “Do not, what? All you need to do is ask, my love.”

Your cheeks burst with heat, your stomach tightened, your thighs clenching together at the offer — the heat in his dark voice that tempted the carnal side of you. “We can’t, not here, not now,” you breathed and lowered your gaze in an effort to hide how badly you wished for him to touch you, warm you, alleviate some of the tension in your body that had been building the last hour being stuck in the still carriage.

“There is nowhere I will not have you.” “Richard,” you exhaled as your core tightened further. You wanted him, wanted his touch and the warmth you knew he could build within your body. The way he could ignite the furnace within your soul, burn the blood in your veins.

He turned halfway around and leaned forward, bending his back and turning his face up towards yours as his hand found the many hems of your multi-layered dress. You stiffened as his hand slid up along your stocking-clad legs until the sliver of bared skin was reached, where your garters held them up. He rose along with the motion of his hand and shimmied his fingers inside your underwear while the huge dress forced his arm to be bent at an awkward angle but neither of you cared.

Your skin burned at his touch, your heart sped up while your pulse rushed in your ears. Goosebumps from the exposure to colder air slid over your skin and raised the fine hairs all over your body. But the chill mattered far less than the heat his fingers elicited.

“Richard,” you panted out as his fingers found your slick opening and his thumb graced your clit before he began to circle the sensitive nub. You moaned and melted into him and the carriage’s seat. “You are exquisite, love,” he murmured by your ear, perfectly aligned with your head from the bent angle. “Angel, please,” you said with need in your voice that he, and only he, elicited each and every time he touched you with such sweet adoration — with worship in his eyes and voice.

He gently, slowly, measuredly slid his thick finger inside of your heat. Your back arched, your legs spread further to welcome him. “That’s it, little sweetness of mine,” he growled by your ear as he thrust his finger in and out while circling your clit perfectly. “Ooh—” “So sweet, so warm,” he murmured before his mouth claimed yours, swallowing the moan bursting from your throat.

He picked up the pace and slid a second digit within you, pumping in and out while his thumb worked wonders on the most sensitive spot on your body. You were panting, moaning and struggling to breathe from the pleasure he offered while your tongues danced and the windows fogged up further.

“Let go,” he growled against your swollen lips and altered the rotation of his thumb, forcing a shuddering gasp out of you as you saw stars from the sudden tensing of every nerve and muscle in your body. “Richard, please, please, yes—” A shiver raked your body and you convulsed around him, the orgasm hitting you so hard you could do nothing but hold on to his rigid thigh by your side. Your nails dug into the smooth fabric and he snarled a semblance of your name as he slowed his hand and kissed your exposed throat, slanting his lips up and down along the pulse point while you writhed from the pleasure. The biting cold had nothing on the nipping of his teeth. It sent shivers of pleasure through every limb of yours.

“Love, you are beautiful like this. Dishevelled and all rosy,” he said and the way his dark voice vibrated through you nearly set you off anew as his fingers thrust lazily in and out of you as the last of your trembles subsided and left you in a warm bliss of satisfaction.

Your hand slipped up as you tried to straighten only to draw a growl from him, your fingers touching the rigid bulge beneath his pants. He was hard beyond belief. “Feel what you have done to me,” he whispered darkly while your fingers tentatively laid themselves over the outline of his cock. The hitched breath he drew sent a shiver along your back. “All you, love,” he snarled with need and you stroked him outside of his pants while he released your dress and straightened up. He raised his hand to his mouth and sucked off his fingers, causing your eyes to widen but you were unable to look away from the glorious sight he was, licking off your slick from those thick fingers that had been inside you a mere moment ago.

“Let us not make a mess of the carriage,” he said gently while he placed the hand he had just pleasured you with atop the hand you were stroking him with. “But you haven’t—” “Oh, I will. Tonight, when they are dancing and laughing, I shall hear you cry my name as I take what is mine.”

Your heart banged against your ribs, your core heating once more at the carnal lust in those words — in his voice. “Until then, I shall enjoy the lingering taste of you on my tongue, little sweet love of mine.” “Richard,” you sighed as he draped the furs over you anew just as the sound of hooves and chiming bells reached you a moment before the door was pulled open and Braham appeared with his usual smile, announcing a new carriage had been procured.

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[Dec:2022]

[slashingdisneypasta]

Judge Turpin x Reader || Excerpt

Plot: The Judge finds you waiting for him in his 🛏🛏🛏 and he helps you to go to sleep ^^ xx

Warnings: Reader is horny, Judge Turpin is horny- there is no smut but there are definitely intentions 😅😅😅

You kind of liked it when the Judge would work late, because then you could pull antics like this on him- and his reaction was always truly one to see. The man loved to find you bare in his bed except for his sheets and that becoming smirk on your face; that coy grin.

Man of sophisticated desires and refined tastes that he was; he ate it up, and you knew that fact perfectly well. In fact you liked to take advantage of it, a little. Sometimes.

... Alright, as often as you could actually. Its just the way his eyes seemed to devour you when you did, and how his hands always searched all over your body for hours- more attentive then any other lover you'd had- it just drove you mad and made you ache. Left you with a sweet and satisfied fluttering sensation deep inside that made you dream about it and then come back over, and over, and over again.

It didn't hurt, neither, that his bedding was so lovely on your bare skin; soft and expensive, cool to the touch though it definitely gets hotter the later the hour. The longer he's in it with you, between your thighs.

So when the Judge finishes work this night you are already sorted, undressed and sat carefully under the covers so nothing untoward was showing just yet, eagerly awaiting the handsome older man to come to his room. When he does, looking tired and unshaven (The stubble on his face making him all the more dashing to you, though), untying his cravat from his neck with thick fingers, and he sees you- the change is immediate.

He relaxes, switching from exhausted and frustrated old gentleman ready to put a long work day behind him with a heavy nightcap and another nights restless sleep- to a hungry predator, and its clear in his dark eyes. The candle light in the room may not let you see the colour very well, every single shade there is in his eyes like you could if you were a couple in the daylight, but you can clearly see the desire he feels at seeing you waiting for him. The need he has to have you yet again. It makes you wonder what he imagines when you're not here.

Does he close his eyes and curse his own hand for not being yours? Does he wonder what you're doing to yourself all alone in bed in your home?

"... well well, Y/N, I didn't expect a... visit, from you, this evening."

Keeping the blankets held carefully over your chest with an arm folded over them, you give him a little smile. "Should I have sent word? Have a messenger tell you that I'll be waiting in the buff for you to come home and ravage me? I imagine that might have been embarrassing for you- not to mention everyone at work would have been a tad distracted."

That makes him smile himself, almost releasing a laugh at your cheek. "My dear, you do have a point. Besides,.. " Your heartbeat picks up in speed as he prowls slowly over to the bed and sits beside your legs; his hands dipping into the blankets and the mattress on either side of your hips as he leans into your face so you can feel his warm breath on your lips. His eyes flicker from your eyes alight with mischief, to your lips more then once- but forces himself to keep it together just a little bit. Even though you truly wish he wouldn't. "Its a welcome surprise... "

"Thought you might appreciate it," You mutter, your eyes unabashedly on his mouth. You cant help thinking about the places his mouth has been before... the parts of you that he has kissed, that you can still feel right now that you're in his familiar bed again- like he branded you somehow with his lips and his tongue. "... I heard you had a frustrating day,.. I wanted to help."

"That was... very... " He just brushes his lips against yours; not nearly enough to sate you, but just enough to drive you insane. Make you want to dig your fingers into his shirt and drag him in for a real kiss. "... thoughtful."

"I try."

"Hmmm... " Pulling back a few centimetres, the Judge looks down at your state, feasting his eyes on your form; the bedding wrapped around your clearly naked body. You can very clearly see how he aches to just rip it off you, but again- restrains himself.

... Agh!

"... What are you waiting for, sir?" You ask, after a moment, tilting your head down to catch his eyes once again with yours. For, you do love to have his hungry, greedy stare on you but you also need is touch. He flashes you a tiny smirk at this, one of those miniscule expressions of his that drive you insane.

"Eager are we, dove?"

With a gentle sigh at his teasing, not really frustrated with him but eager like he said, you let go of the bedding around your chest in favour of running your hands up his arms from knuckles to shoulders. The bedding stays put, but only just, and by the time your finger tips are grazing his neck - that cravat hanging loose and his perfect, crisp white collar open and making him look dangerously attractive, - , his eyes are absolutely on fire. "... well, yes- "

You barely get to admit your desires for him before his mouth is on yours, kissing the life out of you.

[chaos-caffeinated]

Intricacies of sex Chapter 6

A/N: I almost forgot to post it, and if it weren't for my friends teasing me about lying two of the worst depictions of Alan Rickman's character I wouldn't be here, so here you go!!

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Another day was passing in the Manor of Turpin, and Richard could not help but stare at the bed as he buttoned up his vest. He stared at the empty bed with hope and want in his eyes. You would soon be present with his arms wrapped around you. To see your naked body covered by his duvet, your delicate and soft skin covered by his markings while you marked on his own skin made by your sensual lips. He couldn't help but smirk lightly at the image, but another thought came to him as he heard a pair of feet: Johanna. What was he going to do with her, she was of age to find a suitor as well. He didn't want to think of that, right now he wanted to think what he could do to make his home yours too. Nothing was of yours as you weren't present yet, but now he wanted to think of you, remove some useless items and artifacts that he had no use for, only to be preoccupied by your items.

Wearing a golden-embroided vest with a dark grey vest and his brown leather tailcoat, he went to the kitchen to make his coffee.

He imagined you eating breakfast with him, or on the more easier days, a day of you just caring for him, knowing each other intimately as his focus would just be you and you only.

"Good Morning, Lord Turpin." Johanna greeted him at the table, eating her breakfast.

"Good Morning, Johanna." He reciprocated before sitting down, and beginning to eat his breakfast. This would be the first time in years that he hasn't attempted to force a small talk between them, but how when his thoughts were just engulfed by you.

It took him by surprised to hear Johanna ask a question.

"Hm? Pardon my rudeness, can you repeat that?"

"Of course, my lord. Is it true...that I would be granted a mother?" She asked curiously and he quirked an eyebrow, curious, "And do tell, who is the one that mentioned it?"

"The Beadle, my sir."

"Hm, well, yes. That is true, I shall wed in a few weeks, preparations are almost over."

"And she will be living here?" Her tone was getting happier and happier, as she was relieved that another woman would be living in the manor. He quickly noticed the change of her attitude and he responded, "What question is that, girl, of course she will be living here."

She smiled timidly and she nodded, but the smile was not unnoticed. Richard couldn't help but arch an eyebrow at her, curiously, and he asked, "Johanna, a few days ago there was a sailor in front of the manor, do you know him?"

Johana thought for a bit, and she shook her head, "All he did was wave his hand towards me, my lord. From what I remember, he walked off."

"So he had no intention to interact with you, just acknowledged your presence?"

She nodded in confirmation, "Yes, my lord."

Richard nodded before turning his hand up for her to continue her breakfast, he wouldn't interrupt her anymore.

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You on the other hand, you were so caught up in your thoughts that your mother would constantly call your name to get your attention. You apologized many times, but your thoughts were just consumed by him. What was with the sudden change? How can he be so perverted, yet so charming at the same time? How can he have the audacity to place his lips on the back of your hand as if you two experienced the most wonderful moment of your lives. He was irritating, perverted, disrespectful, and that smirk of his. How much you wanted to get rid of by any means, even if it meant kissing him-

"There she goes again, she's back to her wonders."

Your father chuckles, "She's either entranced by the recent travels, or she is developing the enamourous feeling for her future husband." He grinned and that caught you off guard. You felt your cheeks heat up  and you mildly glare at your father while you pulled your stitching-hoop closer to your lap, and just holding it in your hand brought a familiar memory. Johana, that's right, Johana! Was she to become your daughter after wedding with Judge Turpin?

You decied to ask, "Father, I do have a question. Say you were to wed, but you had a ward, how is that situation handled?"

Your father was confused from the question and he tried to answer with the best of his ability, "Well...if she's a ward, it would make sense that ward would also be appointed to you, but the decisions still fall under the guardian, why do you ask, (Y/N)?"

Crap, you knew Johana BEFORE you were meeting with Richard in the gardens, another tug at your heart was felt as you explained with practiced ease, "Richard told me he has a ward...I've never had experience with children before, and it will eventually be a will when I will conceive...I thought she would also be my daughter." You smiled lightly.

"He...didn't disclose that he had a ward..." Your father became suspicious already from hiding that part.

"Oh there wouldn't be a problem, father, she's also of age to be suited. He's...Don't tell him, but..."

And your parents leaned in as if they weren't in their own home to receive the news, but excited to be nosy.

"He's asked me to help with the masquerade ball to help Johana find her suitor, isn't that great?" You smiled.

"A masquerade ball? And he's asked you for help?" Your mother inquired and you nodded, "Yes...I'm sure you'd understand, she is like his daughter."

Your father was quiet, processing the information, "He took in a girl and raised her as his own, but why didn't he disclose that? I would've accepted that part of information like any other."

"Well, remember father, we are... unorthodox. Richard was probably pressured to keep it hidden since it would not be long before she finds her suitor?..." Including his perversion towards women, you internally wanted to hold off from rolling your eyes, and you watched your father consider that almost instantaneously, "That's a perfect point. Well, enough about that, what about you, sweetheart? Are you getting more excited? Just a few more weeks!" He grinned and you gave him a sympathizing smile, "Just a few weeks..." You forced a smile in agreement, but you were soul-crushing nervous.

So, the weeks before your special was supposed to be special, it felt nothing like it. You felt artificial on the one true day that happiness should have reigned. The way you returned Richard's kiss at the alter was chasted, you hadn't felt any regard for your newly perverted husband. You were constantly thinking about the agreement, about the blackmail, and it pressured you so much that by the end of the day, when you entered the manor for the first time in a month...you immediately asked where the bedroom was. Not to please Richard, as he had teased you in the moment, but you were so exhausted from the events, from the stress, and from pretending you were having fun. The teasing of Richard didn't stop, and you couldn't hold it in anymore. You felt yourself blink, but at the contact of your closed eyes, you didn't wake up.

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Hello again Lily dear! Lexi here 😀 What would you say to a Sweeney Todd smut?? Where he saves me (his new wife) from Judge Turpin and then "comforts" me 😉😁

Hey Lexi!!! Its been added to the list my love, I hope you are okay with x reader, its just so much more in my comfort zone

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Prompt: 17. Bells Of Christmas [C5]

Pairing: Turpin x Fem!Wife!Reader

POV: Second, Reader & Third, Turpin

Setting: Turpin’s house

Continuation of: Prompt 4. Sharing, Prompt 6. Out Of Care, Prompt 13. Shimmering Icicles, Prompt 15. Cards And Coals

A/N: !IMPORTANT! Before anything else, I did warn that this story would turn darker and we have now arrived at that part but it has a very happy ending (this part and the fic in its entirety) - I promise you! The Dub Con tag applies to most of the fic but before that part starts you get the incline Y/n is already leaning in the direction Richard is going — she’s just inexperienced and hasn’t had a chance to explore that side of herself yet. Not gonna spoil anything but I did want to take a second to talk a bit about it here so there are no surprises and those who are wondering about that tag get a bit more of an explanation. It is Dub Con, nearly None Con if you look at it from Richard’s perspective in the beginning even if he takes Y/n quite literally at her word (last fic, saying she should have been a whore rather than his sweet wife), but it turns into full on consent and no real harm comes to anyone. Richard may be a dark and vicious man but no matter what Y/n is in his heart and he wouldn’t be able to handle truly hurting her and he listens to her body cues.

Now, with that out of the way, this was a frikkin journey to write, kay… I’ve not really gone dark like this with Turpin before and I must confess it was harder than I thought it would be - since I’m so partial for him being soft for his special someone, you know - even if he is a brutal character in cannon 🙈😂 I loved writing this though, fiction is such a free space and with all the warnings and tags and everything I know everyone has a chance to just not read if it’s triggering/upsetting/not to ones liking and that’s always a good thing (but I rather enjoyed exploring this side a bit more of our dear Judge) 🥰

So, this is a long frikkin note but I felt it necessary. Now, if you’re still here, know that this is NOT the final part of this fic, there will be at least one more - two if I can fit it in with the prompts but I’m not sure. But yeah, enjoy the smut darlings - I stayed up until 2am writing this while the rest of the house was asleep. Thank gosh mom took our daughter up for breakfast this morning so I could sleep in a little 😂😂😂

Tags/TW’s: SMUT! Dub Con, Derogatory Speech, Physical Harshness, Dominance/Ownership, Slight Restraining, Conflicting Emotions, Force Kink Blooming/Exploring, Full Love Confession, Desperation, Needy/Wanting, Slight Jealousy,

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 2.9k+

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⩤• Turpin •⩥

He watched you run away, the sounds of your crying grabbing his heart and twisting it. Your words, the manner in which you spoke, had him drawing a blank. Never had he imagined such words to leave your mouth in such a callous tone. They were nonsensical as well, about whores and cards and one’s value — it made little sense to him. Had he not exclaimed you to be perfect just a few moments ago? Had he not treated you with tender care and consideration?

He glanced down toward the hearth, two of the cards you threw were gone — turned to ash — but one remained. Laying in wait on the carpet, out of reach for the glowing coal. He picked it up, recognizing the terrible penmanship instantly without ever having seen the name signed at the bottom. He knew it was Delilah, the pretty brunette he had played often with before you became his wife. Now, he hadn’t taken a whore in a long time, since a week before the wedding to be precise even if you had given him no chance at pleasure — partly due to him taking things so infernally slow, giving you the power to decide when.

He looked toward the door you had vanished through, why would you wish to be a whore when you are my wife? “I would not treat you as I have treated them, none should ever treat my wife as a mere whore.” His voice had turned cold and harsh, a dark sound of fury slipping between his lips from the mere thought of you being treated how he had treated those women bought by the hour. Sure, he had thought it to be simpler had you been one of the women he had bought by the hour several times — but none could compare to you in his mind.

Richard opened the card further, reading the words that had you so upset. The spelling made his mouth thin, the insecure swirls of the penmanship a slight to his eyes. Yet he read it through, for the first time ever. Christmas cards had begun arriving four or five years ago, always from the same three women — sisters — yet he had not once read anything but the names at the bottom before burning them.

Delilah spoke of caresses, loving touches, exhilarating words, and being on her knees for him for all time. “…even if a wife is under your care, I won’t speak a word of your caring love or any opportunity you give for me to be lavished upon by you again, my lord.” The words were confusing at first, none of them rang true given the treatment he actually lavished upon the three sisters with great variety between the three. They enjoy it… Had he read the previous card he might have known that, they had asked if he had received them and he had confirmed but never had the question regarding him reading them aroused.

The card got scrunched in his hand, fury blasted through his veins as he thought of how you must have perceived the words. He knew you had read them, yet he could not find it in himself to feel rage at that. No, no what he felt rage about was how you thought him to treat whores better than he ever treated you. Perhaps I ought to show my sweet wife what she has asked of me. Purity is no longer an obstacle… Yes, perhaps I fucking should. His mind turned dark, and his eagerness to be patient dwindled swiftly at the anger you had spat at him.

He stalked out of the room, the last card burning up in the hearth as he marched toward his office, set on collecting some coins to show you just how he had lavished them after they had earned it. His heart pounded, his anger a flame in his gut, the feel of slight and betrayal after having been so patiently tender with you was a sour taste in his dry mouth. He fought his own mind, to not do what he was planning, yet he pressed on, marching toward the bedroom with thudding steps while your sobbing reached him through the closed door.

⩤• You •⩥

Your shoulders shook with the sobs that raked through your tense body. You had become so angry, so hurtfully angry you’d said things you didn’t fully mean. Your husband’s treatment of you hurt though, it hurt so badly and no matter what you tried to tell yourself you couldn’t shake the incessant need to be close to him, to be held by him, to have him contradict the words you’d so angrily spat at him despite so recently having feared he’d leave you for the entirety of Christmas. “What’s wrong with me?” you whimpered while you curled up on the floor, your back hunched away from the side of the bed while you hugged your knees to your chest.

Your head spun with thoughts, all of him, and none of them helpful. You were trapped, deeply in love with a cruel man who pushed you away when you needed him to hold you close, who remained silent when you needed answers, who disregarded your lack of experience when you needed his care and attention. Yet still, you loved him, wanted him — even if you wished you didn’t. Will my life be this painful for all time to come?

The door opened swiftly, your eyes jerked up at the swooshing sound only to find the man himself standing in the doorway. Your tears wouldn’t stop, your ragged breathing loud in the otherwise silent room, yet your heart bloomed at his arrival. Had he come to find you? Comfort you? Talk it all out?

He stalked forward, each step an ominous thud that had your heart in a twist while the feral look of his eyes stirred something else entirely within you. His darkness called to something within you, perhaps that was why you had come to love him despite everything.

“Richard,” you whispered and his knuckles turned white from the force with which he held the doorknob. “I don’t know what—”

“You insult my patience with you,” he interrupted and your breath stuttered. His gaze was cold yet burning.

“W-what?”

“I have been patient, gentle with you, and you say you ought to have been a whore rather than my sweet wife.” His words were so cold, so seethingly dark. Your entire body stiffened as he stepped into the room and closed the door with a harsh push.

Your heart turned erratic, your knees shook and your thighs clenched as he tugged you closer — forcing your body against his while he straightened to tower over you in all his harsh, stoic glory. His grip on your arm was tight, but not too tight. The glare in his eyes was dark, but not too dark. The harshness of his features was terrifying, but not in a fully fear-inducing way. To any other, perhaps it was all those things. To you, however, it called to something sleeping within you. Something that warmed you under his deadly eyes, his ravaging features, his thin lips held in a mere line.

He bent down, grabbed your upper arm, and jerked you to your feet. You hissed and clamped your free hand atop his while your widened eyes met his narrowed ones. His face was so close you could feel his breath against your moist cheeks.

“You wish to be a whore, hmm?” he asked. “My little whore, not my sweet wife, is that it, love ?” he continued in a purr that should in no way be mistaken for a sweet sound despite the hum to it.

He chucked you backwards, releasing your arm as you fell on the bed behind you, your head falling over the other edge of it at the impact. He was on you before you could sit yourself up. Your heart leapt to your throat, your hands shot out to push him off but he didn’t budge. He kissed your neck and bit your earlobe, graced his teeth along your jaw while you tried to lean your head away.

You whimpered while your body churned, heated, softened in places it had no business softening when he treated you so callously, so domineeringly sinful.

“Answer,” he said. “Are you to be my little whore, wife of mine ?”

“N-no,” you stuttered while you tried to push at his hand, confused as to why your core was once again warming and pulsing when he was so cruel to you.

“Oh, I think you ought to learn a lesson. Words, they have consequences. You said you should be a whore, not my wife, so my whore you will be,” he snarled and clamped his hand harder around your upper arm. “I will teach you what my whores speak of when they talk of me lavishing upon them, of my caring caresses and words. You will see what a patient and gentle man I have been to you, Y/n. In due time.”

Your breaths turned shallow and swift, your chest too tight and your body in a twist of dread and need. You felt so lost, so hurt, so broken and ashamed — you wanted him to stop, to be kind, to care for you, and release his hold of you. At the same time, your trust in him, your love for him, made you feel inexplicably safe despite the threat he was in that moment. He’d never done anything to cause you to fear him before, quite the opposite.

“Richard-, Richard stop, please, stop,” you pleaded as he planted his legs between your thighs and pried your legs apart with ease, sending fear and an unsettling churning of need through you.

“Now now, little whore, play nice,” he admonished while grabbing your wrists with one hand and shoving the other under your back. He hoisted you up and twisted the both of you so you’d lay the right way on the bed in one swift move.

Your needy, betraying cunt pulsed as he spread your legs wider with force and a ripple of desperate yearning crawled through you as he roughly ripped your dress apart with only one hand, the other holding your wrists above your head. Tales of horrors from other women rang in your head, words of force and rape, of pain and unwillingness — screaming for help but nobody coming to end it — yet you didn’t feel that, exactly.

“Let’s see what this pretty cunt can take, hm?” he hummed but it was a dark sound of depravity. You shook and jerked beneath him, crying and sobbing yet a thrill shot through you. His eyes were harsh but goading, consuming and feral. Your insides clenched as you found yourself drowning in those stormy eyes of his, solely focused on you while you tensed beneath him as his hand literally grabbed your cunt, the palm of his hand folding over the mound and squeezing.

Richard’s hand tightened around your wrists, forcing a whine from you while your tears kept streaming. “Stop,” you whimpered meekly. “You said you’d stop.”

“Hush, little one,” he said and grabbed your thigh with his free hand. “You will enjoy being my little whore, as you wished for. I only give you what you want, love ,” he hissed as his fingers slid up toward your core. You kicked and thrashed but he was sturdy between your trembling legs.

“Such a greedy thing you are,” he said as his finger bent and he pushed it inside of you harshly. “Little whore,” he continued and your head was thrown back with a hiss at the sudden intrusion between your sore walls. You wanted to scream, and purr. What-, what’s wrong with me? You cried in your head as his finger began thrusting harshly, moving you up and down by the force of his hand.

“You are my little whore, are you not? Soaked and warm, pulsing around my finger like a greedy slut…”

“P-please,” you whimpered as you kicked your legs — why, you weren’t sure. It felt good what he did to you, warmth flooded your veins and burned your skin as he took what he wanted while holding you in place. He was all about you in that moment, his focus on you, his eyes and hands, his body touching yours, and every word dedicated to you. No matter how foul they were, how harsh and filthy. Why does my body-, I like this?

“You are going to be so fucking good to me,” he snarled as he leaned closer, the tip of his nose stroking along your exposed neck before he bit your earlobe again, sucking it with a tug before releasing. “I shall show you what you have asked of me, little whore of mine, my sweet wife,” he purred with a bite to his voice. “Oh, we like that, do we?” he asked with a hint of surprise in his voice as your walls clenched around his pumping finger and your legs squeezed around him involuntarily.

“N-no,” you whimpered but your breathy voice betrayed your pleasure. Was it his touch, the situation, or the fact he was so utterly focused on you that had you enthralled in painful, frightening pleasure? All of it perhaps.

You watched, enthralled, while he undid the lacing of his pants and tugged his shirt free only to shove it aside. Your throat cinched itself tight as his angry-looking cook, thick and veined, came into view. No, no I’m too sore! But you hadn’t a second to speak before he grabbed himself, lined up, and pushed himself inside you in one swift thrust.

“Oh, you are a little slut, love,” he whispered before kissing your cheek and straightening. The pressure on your wrists turned harsher while he ripped his hand free of your soaked cunt. You cried out and thrashed beneath him. His wet hand grabbed your jaw, squeezing tightly before glaring at you. You stopped moving, hooked by his fierce eyes and shocked by the smell of yourself.

“Be a good whore and take what I give,” he demanded before releasing you with a jerk of his hand, pushing your head into the mattress for a second while you gasped.

Yet, through it all, you couldn’t help but feel warmth from him. Yes, he was harsh but he didn’t deliberately fully hurt you. Yes, he used you as he wished yet he licked and kissed to soften it all. Yes, he ignored your words for him to stop but his actions and words were those following your body’s cues.

You cried out, a garbled scream at the searing pain of his un-lubed cock forcing itself all the way into you, his balls slapping against you as he bottomed out to the sound of your cry getting cut off as you ran out of air.

“Oh, such a — fuck — good cunt you have,” he moaned while doing his first full thrust and you blubbered an incoherent plea. “My sweet—” thrust “—wife—” thrust “ —of a—” thrust “—whore—” thrust “—for me ,” he snarled as he set a gruelling pace before you were fully adjusted to him. But your body quickly came to terms with his movements, the pain turned into a building pleasure and you felt such shame as he hissed filth in your ear and you found yourself moaning and whimpering beneath him while he took you as if you were nothing but a worthless hussy.

He looked down at you, the two of you a sordid mess of tears, sweat, and panted breaths. Your cheeks burned with shame, he’d pulled the word out of you as if it were your instinct. Your true want. The cards, the infernal cards with those infernal words, came to mind and you realised you had felt jealous. Had known the words they’d written were false in a sense, prettified so to speak, and you felt such shame for wanting him to ravage you — to take what he wanted from you, to be fully with you as the dark and depraved man you had known he was when you first met him.

“My filthy — haa — little slut,” he moaned.

“Richard, please— Ohh-, oh please, ” you whimpered while he pummelled you into the mattress, the entire bed rocking and your hands were released as he grabbed your shoulders before sliding them down to your breasts. He grabbed the dress, the thin material ripped as he tugged and your hands were trapped in the sleeves dragged halfway down.

“Such a pretty sight,” he hummed before he pinched your nipples. “I cannot use such a sweet wife as a whore,” he murmured while he kept thrusting into you, playing with your nipples until pleasure seemed to burn through them.

“Do…” you whispered, shocked at your own plea, and he stopped moving.

…To Be Continued…

Richard blinked, his finger stroked away the lingering tears from your burning cheeks and he kissed you. He kissed you passionately, lovingly, harshly. His cock jerked inside you and you whimpered while your fingers dug into the sheets below.

“I want you to want me,” you whispered. “I-, I need you to be fully with me,” you confessed. “I love you…”

“Love…”

“Please.”

“My slut of a wife shall have what she wishes for, as sure as the bells of Christmas chime every year, I shall always endeavour to be all you need as you are all I will ever need.”

“Richard,” you cried quietly as he kissed the tip of your nose before a devilish smile stretched his lips.

“I love you, sweet wife.”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this darlings 👀🤭🙈 Gosh, I was really nervous pressing POST on this one as it's very different from my usual smut but I really had such a good time exploring this side of our dear judge. Feels a liiiiiittle odd that I wrote it while mom is here tbh but, like, everyone was asleep so I just lost myself in my writing - I hope you were able to lose yourself a little while reading too ❤ Now, as soon as I can, I'll dive in to write tomorrows fic - psst, it's the continuation of this one 😘

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Rickmas 2023 Masterlist

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Day 1 Chimney Soot - Chimney Full of Soot (David Friedman x Fem!Reader) 🌸

Day 2 Restless Waiting (Hans Gruber x Fem!Reader)

Day 3 Snowball -The Snowball Effect (Eli Michaelson x StudentFem!Reader)-🌸

Day 4 Sharing (Severus Snape x Fem!Reader)

Day 7 Stormy Reunion - Persona Non Grata (Sinclair Bryant x Fem!Reader)

Day 10 Snow Prints (Colonel Brandon x Wife!Reader)

Day 12 Giver of Gifts + Day 9 Missing Star - A Missing Gift (Sinclair Bryant x Amiee Huang [OC])

Day 14 A Light In The Night (Colonel Brandon x Wife!Reader)

Day 16 Keep Warm - Ways to Keep Warm (Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader)🌸

Day 18 Blankets and Snuggles (Sinclair Bryant x Fem!Reader)

Day 20 Returning Home (Hans Gruber x Fem!Reader)

Day 22 String of Lights (Sinclair Bryant x Amiee Huang [OC])🌸

Day 23 Under the Tree (Severus Snape x Fem!Reader)

Day 24 Christmas Party (David Friedman x Fem!Reader)🌸

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Rickmas 2022 Stories

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Prompt 1 Home For Christmas - No Place Like Home (Severus Snape x (OC) Celestine Faye)

Prompt 5 Mistletoes & Secrets - Mistletoe Miracle (Colonel Brandon x FemReader)

Prompt 7 and 10 Hot Drinks & Sweet Treats + Gingerbread & Peppermints - Treat Me Tenderly (Sinclair Bryant x FemReader)

Prompt 14 Icy Roads - Icy Roads and Broken Bones (David Friedman x Detective!FemReader)

Prompt 18 Snowstorm - Snowed In (Sinclar Bryant x FemReader)🌸

Prompt 23 Cherishing Joy - To Find Joy (Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader)

Bonus Story - New Year New Boo (David Friedman x Detective!FemReader)

[chaos-caffeinated]

Intricacies of Sex Chapter 7

👀👉🏼👈🏼 Surprise!~~~

You felt a dim light on your face, indicating it was morning. You took a deep breath before releasing it through your nose, cuddling further into the pillow under you and you tensed up. You felt a large arm wrapped around your middle and your body being pulled to a warmer body. You froze in place as you felt a slight breeze tickling your neck, making the small hairs on the back of your neck stand in alert.

You turn your head as much as you can until your chin reached to your shoulder. It strained your eyes, but your cheeks warmed up too quick.

He was sleeping, with you, on the same bed. Short flashbacks of the wedding came back and you felt only sheer embarrassment to be hugged from behind. As best as you could, you turn in his arms without waking him up. His eyes were closed, his lips parted slightly and his hair tousled around from moving around in his sleep. He looked so peaceful in bed. His long shirt had enough space between his sternum to his chin, noticing small gray hair sticking out just slightly. It was the most skin you've seen.

This was too intimate for you, your fascination to this sleeping man was getting to you, admiring the facial features. His eyes seemed clearer to you, and it would make sense since that was due to the lighting outside. His prominent nose looked ever so handsome on him, and those soft, sensual lips he had part-

(Y/N)!!! STOP!!!LOOKING!!!AT!!HIM!!

Oh but you couldn't, you simply couldn't look away. He was a completely different person in bed, so peaceful and so vulnerable, and so intimate.

You subconsciously leaned closer, closing the gap between you and him, slowly and slowly until Richard scooted closer, unknowingly closing the gap between the both of you, lips pressed against each other. Richard twitched from the contact, but your cheeks warmed up, your fists clenched against your own chest. Your eyes were closed, and you were awkward in the kiss until you tilted your head. Deepening the kiss, you felt different than the last few kisses he gave you. While you felt embarrassed for your own actions, you felt empowered that he was the one receiving it. His head was begining to tilt back as well, and he woke up slowly and dazed to something pressed against him.

His blurred vision noticed a shape on him, but the more time he let his eyes adjust, he noticed it was you. Your eyes were closed, and the way you were kissing him sparked him internally. You were having your way on him, and while it was normal for the man to do that, having you initiate the kiss was something he was neither objecting or pushing off. He welcomed it, even let you take it out on him as his knees weaken. Your bodies turned ever so slowly, his back on the mattress and you nearly on top of him. He wanted to moan in the kiss, to the urge and want for you to hear how excited he was as unbearable to the boner that was beginning to form. Your lips were so perfect on him, pressed hard on his, and the aggressiveness with it. His hands tighten at your middle subconsciously and you stiffened. He'd fucked up.

He felt you pull away and he tried following you but you opened your beautiful (e/c) eyes which only widen in shock.

He smirked, "Good Morning, shall I receive this as my wedding gift?" He tried not to smirk, but your face was priceless and adorable, he'd caught you on the act, the act of you wanting him.

The next thing he noticed was the covers over his face and he pulling them down only to watch you enter your new bathroom.

"Did you change me, you pervert?!" And he couldn't help but smirk in thought, "If I did, I personally wouldn't have give it the effort to dress you back up." He mumbled, "No, Johana did!" And he removed his side of the covers to get up, making himself to the bathroom doors, "Also, darling, are you faring well now that you rested?"

"What do you mean?" You nearly snarled at him when he responded in a serious tone, "You fainted last night before you even got the chance to enter manor fully. What I lack to understand is what caused it."

You had fainted, that makes sense why you didn't remember the events, but the way he his tone changed because of the events last night threw you off. He cared? You didn't answer him right away, instead focused on yourself in the mirror. You didn't see any marks on you of any sort, nor were the laces untied. Only the ladies knew the specific knot to the nightgown, and you were surprised to learn that the man behind the door -the man you married and the man that flaunted his sexual prowess- did not dare touch you inappropriately. Then you came to realize, how long had he been awake in your kiss?!

You were beyond pissed at him for you feel such a fool. You wash your face before using the towel to pat the water away, "I am...thank you, for that."

"No need to thank me, love, I'm just relieved you're okay...so I ask again, was the kiss a thank-you, or a wedding gift?"

You opened the door to the bathroom and the amount of control was incredible considering the fact that you notice how much he towered over you. His eyes were darker, but the gentleness was felt just for you. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed across his chest and his leg crossed over the other. He was tall, and he looked more...domesticated considering you've only seen him in dark-shaded clothing, not an ivory white nightgown. It was a complete turn-around.

"...None, it was a kiss for me, not for you." You declared as you walked ahead. You heard a chuckle, and you gently held your biceps as you try not to react to the low rumble from his his stubbled throat.

"Well in that case, feel free to always take a kiss from me." And he walked inside the bathroom before closing the door.

You hated the man, you despised the man. All you wanted to do was take the laces from your nightgown and used them on him, that's all, one reason would take it for you to do it.

You sigh in defeat before dressing yourself.

It was tough to put on the dress yourself when Richard was inside the bathroom, you needed the extra set of hands, and you wondered... how in the world was he living in this manor without help?

~

You looked around the manor, admiring the details when you checked each room to familiarize yourself. Upon finding the kitchen, you found Johana. Ah, yes, Johana. You've seen her last night at the wedding. Your introduction to her was brief and short as the party started, but now that you lived in teh same manor, you can easily make conversation with her, "Good Morning." You smiled small, lowering your guard as she was a sweet girl.

Johana smiled, brightly that it took you for surprise. She's so beautiful! Her smile would radiate London if she could. You sat down in the empty chair next to her before preparing your drink, "How are you, Lady Turpin?"

You almost reacted negatively, almost. The urge to grunt in annoyance was there in the tip of the tongue before you caught yourself, "OH you don't need to call me that, (Y/N) is fine, dear." You found it quite intriguing that between you and johana were gapped between a few years, while you and Richard were gapped for over 20 years. His older stature added more to his charm, and you quickly made that thought vanish, denying his attractiveness.

"(Y/N)...you have a lovely name." Johana couldn't stop smiling, and watching her smile was contagious enough that you just kept your smile on, "And you have a lovely smile, Johanna. Don't let anyone that take light from you." and her smile couldn't have brighten up your day more.

"Thank you, I am just rather excited for you to be here. No other woman was here, or man, unless you count the Beadle."

You almost shudder at the name. You saw him at the wedding and his arrogance disgusted you.

"Lord Turpin didn't have anyone else but you in the manor?" You asked again to make sure you weren't mistaken and she nodded.

"That's...so...extreme..." You are immediately saddened at the thought of being alone. To be completely removed from the face of society without ever seeing the light of the sun was something you learned is normal, but it was not how you were raised. There was learning to control impulses, learning to be patient, but still being able to do the things you want to do. You married the opposite man apparently, and you were scared he was going to keep you locked in like Johana.

Give me a few months, sweetheart. I want to help you see the outside, even if it's for a few minutes.

"I'm used to it." accepted Johana and you placed your hand on hers gently, your eyes holding back tears, "One of these days we are going out, just the two of us, how does that sound? A troll around the city, and a delicious place to eat pastry. I just hope it is still there." You commented, but you maintained your eye contact with the gentle blue ones.

"R-really?!" She asked, surprised, but hushed as quick, "Won't Lord Turpin be upset?"

"If he is, good. He should've given more time and dedication to knowing who the type of person he married." You smiled proudly at yourself, but even prouder to take the girl out.

"But we can't go out...not without a man."

"Hm..." Then you got an idea, "I will tell you what, my girl, I'll try to convince my husband for us to go with the Beadle, or with him personally, whichever you prefer." You gave her options, and before she could answer you both hear boots clicking clearly on the floor, indicating who was making their way to the table. You see Judge Turpin in a lighter shade suit this time. His pants, hugging his thighs were beige while the vest was a golden leaf-embroided that gave his face more color and life. In that instance, you were breathless, he reminded you of the time in bed. His soft features, his parted sensual lips, the kiss.

"Good Morning." He announced before sitting down. He noticed your hand on Johana's hand and he glanced at the both of you, "I'm please you two are getting acquainted." He raised the cup of coffee to his lips before taking a silent sip.

You nodded with a soft smile, "Indeed, my lord."

You noticed the slight flinch of his body before his hazel -hazel!- eyes met yours. They were stern, but so comforting to be glanced at, always look at me, and you clear your throat softly before lifting your cup.

Breakfast was silent, and it was killing you. Breakfast with your family was rowdy and loud, you and your sisters were the messiest eaters, and your father couldn't not join in the conversation. Mother did have that side very strict as it was unladylike to be messy at the table.

"Johana, if you don't mind me asking, do you have any hobbies?" You ask with a soft voice, interested to know her.

She was gentle like previous, but her smile was unlike anything. It was contagious and freeing, but in the wrong place.

"I do like practicing the piano in the master room, and I like dedicaing my time to cross-stitching."

Your eyes widen slightly out of surprise, "I love those hobbies. I remember one time as a child, I'd beg mother to let me cross-stitch. It hurt," and you showed her the small scars on your fingertips where you nipped yourself with the needle, "But it was worth it."

Johana stifled a laugh, covering her mouth with her cloth, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh."

"Well why else would I admit to such mistakes, you have such a lovely laugh."

Richard was stunned. Just a few minutes in and you were smiling and laughing, making Johana laugh no less. He couldn't help but mildly smile. You two became so inverse in your storytelling, the soft laughter in the manor the much-needed color in here, and Richard glanced up at you. Your eyes were closed, your grin as bright as sunshine and his heart sped up, it's unlike anything he seen...even...even her.

You glanced back at Richard, smiling small and your cheeks warmed up at the sight. His smile did not mean any change in your body, but one that you started falling for. How I yearn to hear a moaning coming out of those lips of yours... and you cleared your throat, getting his attention.

"Dear, I had a proposition..."

He straightened his back, and let you talk.

"How about on one your days off we explore the city? With Johana?" You smiled small.

Johana turned her head towards him, with silent pleading eyes.

Richard stiffened at the idea, but he answered, "I'll think about it."

"Please dear..." and you reached forward, your hand gently caressing his hand and he quickly glanced at it before going back to your eyes.

Minx... He thought to himself, "As I said, I will think about it."

Your smile remained, and you nodded as you removed your hand from his, "Thank you,"

Richard hesitated to receive that smile, not knowing your intentional smile, but he finished his breakfast.

"Are you all finished with breakfast?" You asked, standing up ready to take their plates.

"Yes, oh but I will take care of it." Intervened Johana before you shook your head and grabbed the plates and with the other hand the empty cup's handles, "Nonsense, I'll do it."

"Okay, but I'd like to join you." She stood up and followed you.

"That's fine, Johana." You walked over to the sink.

Richard watched the two of you in silence, and he can see, for some reason, your genuine side. The kind, caring one, the smile so elegantly beautiful in the moment. He shook his head lightly before realizing he needed to go to work. He stood up, "I'll be on my way to work."

"Okay honey, have a good day." You announced towards him before you felt a hand on your waist, the pressure of his fingers pressing against you so good, "Thank you." and he kissed your cheek. You turned your head towards him, and in that moment alone, you felt shock as he kissed you with a slight firmness. When he separated from you, he walked off, and in that moment... That single, bloody moment, you wanted to screw him until he was moaning mess.

[chaos-caffeinated]

Intricacies of Sex (Judge Turpin x Reader) Chapter 5

You and Lord Turpin were sitting next to each other as your parents sat across you two in the dining table eating dinner. It was quiet before your father commenced, "So you two got along, you say?"

Lord Turpin smiled softly as he wiped his mouth with the cloth and glanced at you. You barely sat down the cloth and you turned to him with a smile, one now he recognizes as a facade before he turned to your father and nodded, "We have, Lord Kenward. She is a beautiful and well-mannered lady. Her interest in adventure must have been inspired from literature, is it not?"

Your father hesitated for a few seconds before he nodded, "Yes, sir, half of my study is just dedicated to books my daughters would enjoy, she has not given that up."

They both chuckle and your smile deepen, "Well perhaps Lord Turpin can teach me new things now, and able to travel with him like I have hoped."

Your father smiled calmly and nodded, "You're correct, dear. However, that is all based on Lord Turpin's lifestyle. He is a judge after all, he is incredibly busy."

Your smile nearly faltered and the reminder of his occupation made you realize the surrealism of this relationship. You love your father, and you wouldn't want to risk anything to get him in trouble, that is why you didn't openly refuse the marriage, but you did disclose your refusal to him. This made things a lot worse as you now feared getting closed off, from everything you've enjoyed doing, even not being able to show yourself among your family.

You had to be on your absolute best if you wanted to get rid of the risk, even learn to tolerate him at least, so you leaned close to Lord Turpin, grabbing him gently by his bicep and smiled at your parents, "I promise you, I won't do anything without my fiance."

Lord Turpin pulled on the façade very well as he smiled lightly and placed his hand over yours, patting lightly in agreement, "What a wonderful daughter you both managed." He complimented at your parents.

But the tension between you two were high above the Grey skies of London.

~

A few hours had gone by, and the wedding would be in a month to get it as perfect for you two as possible. Invitations, decorations, the dress. As soon as you three watched his carriage get further and further away, you sigh in relief, "I better get prepared, mama and papa. Papa, may I use your razor?" You inquired and your father nodded, "Of course dear, it's in my washroom...may I ask why?"

You raised your eyebrows slightly in surprise before glancing at your mother. It took a few seconds for her to understand and she gasped lightly, "Oh, dear...the travels..."

You smiled small, awkwardly as you nodded, "At least I kept the men from doubting that I was not a man..." You mumbled and headed upstairs.

Your father was confused, but your mother was laughing heartedly at the comment, denying every chance to explain what was so funny to her husband.

~

You had your father's shaving kit in the room as you shaved the parts of the body that were deemed unladylike if you possess the hair, and you fumed in there by yourself.

"If he thinks I am going to-..."

You remembered his words with his seductive-laced tone as he admitted to wanting you to submit yourself to him.

"He has another thing coming!" So you dedicate yourself to shaving your parts before taking the time to come up with a plan to get him begging.

Another week passed by and Judge Turpin visited your home once more, and you put on a warm smile to your fiance, ever so loving and respectful to him in front of your parents, but when he walked you outside the garden you walked ahead of him. Turpin smirked, he was not going to lie, but teasing you has been the most entertaining part of his day - even week- , "My, my, if it wasn't for my observation skills, I would say the sailor life is still with you in your...waddle."

You stopped walking and even leaned forward slightly and you turn your head over your shoulder as you side-eyed, "Sir, you must be in need for some spectacles. I'm merely but a lady" and you smirked at him before continuing to the back of the garden to get your alone time together over with, you still needed to make sure your plan worked, but first you needed to...talk to him.

You waited for him, and he purposely slowed down his strolling before going behind you and pull back the chair for you, "My lady." He mumbled by your ear and the tone of his voice set your body once again, but you refused to let that happened.

"Thank you." You sat down and the chair was pushed in before Judge Turpin sat on the other side. This time you had more time to look at his suit, wearing a black coat with a purple and gold vest, adorning his lean body. You glanced away which was noticed by your fiance before he cleared he throat, "Would you speak politics?" He teased and you scoffed lightly, "That's highly improper, Lord Turpin."

He sucked in his sensual lips just a bit before he licked them lightly to hydrate them before responding, "It would, but I assume Zachariah would enjoy the conversation." He opened his hands upwards before shrugging lightly, "Would he not?" He smirked once again and you were so close to-

"Perhaps his interests would be of...the ways of the world." And you feigned innocence in your words as your drew small circles on the armchair.

That piqued his interest, of course it did, "Oh? Is that so?" He arched an eyebrow momentarily.

"I do believe it was getting rather interesting...before you refused to let me view the ways in those beautiful drawings..."

"Those drawings are far too explicit for your delightful eyes..."

"These eyes you speak of have seen much more, and seeing as the novelty comes with time, I assume more now than my sir..." You smirked lightly before it turned into a small smile.

He stopped smiling, "I'd be careful what you wish to see, my lady. Otherwise those eyes would not be able to handle it..."

"Do enlighten me, sir... How about... a series of questions? Does not need to be explicit, it's time spent well, do you not think so?"

Intrigued, he followed along, "You're truly...one-of-a-kind, my lady. Please ask away-"

The doors to the manor opened and walked out a servant with a tray for tea, "Pardon my intrusion, my lord, my lady, it is time for Tea."

You smiled warmly at the maid, "Thank you, Miranda. You can leave it as is, I'll prepare his tea."

"Yes, my lady." and she went back to inside. Since the walk to the manor was rather long, you took the time to prepare his tea, even asking him how he likes it. For once, he didn't answer with a cheeky response, he was neutral. It felt nice.

"One teaspoon of sugar with a bit of milk please."

You prepared it with ease as you presented to him and he thanked you. You didn't know if it was because of Miranda, or if he was genuinely thanking you.

"She's been gone for a while, so I am thanking you for preparing my tea." He picked up the cup before taking a sip. He sighed contently, "You prepare it so beautifully too. Now then, your question?"

"Let's start off easy, where was your first encounter?" You asked.

"Hm, let's see..." Pondering, he lifted his head up to the bushes and you started noticing the details of his face. His prominent nose defined, his lips slightly parted and a stubble beginning to appear. His hair was interesting the way it was, the front half being white while the back was still dark grey. It was an interesting mixture, and you found it oddly satisfying-

Stop thinking about it! Do NOT think about him!

"Ah yes, I was 23 and in it was in Japan."

"Japan? You didn't go to France, Germany, any of those close by?" You tilted your head and he took another drink before he could respond, "There was shipment due, so Japan had to be first. Now my lady. Since you asked two questions..." He smirked and you sighed in defeat, "...What is your favorite country to go to, and why?"

Now you thought, you really thought about that as you did love going to the different countries.

Now he watched you, your soft hand placed on your chin, your thumb stabilizing it as your forefinger was softly placed on your lip. He watched as your lips open and close slightly, muttering to yourself as he watched you put your thoughts into place before watching your colored eyes shifting to each side, so pensive and so...alluring. Your eyebrows were furrowed in deep thought, but his thoughts were becoming more spoiled as he imagined your face making contortions of pleasure. He immediately looked down and took another sip from his tea to remove the image from his head, or well use it later tonight when he was alone.

"I would have to say...Greece, though it's a shame it couldn't thrive as the arts...ruled by a tryannical ruler from the Ottoman Empire."

"And he was?..." He questioned, not for his interest, but he wanted to know how much you knew. You raised your cup up to your lips, took a small, silent sip before your eyes met his shaded ones.

"Hadji Ali Haseki."

His eyebrow arched just as quick as he smirked softly, impressed by your answer, "Impressive, my lady. You have been traveling and knowing...some ways of the world."

"Precisely, and I took advantage of the places I've been...forced to go." You took another drink and he eyed you, cautiously, "Do elaborate my dear."

"My question to you is, what is your favorite part of the visit with the geisha?"

You saw the quick smirk and you immediately knew what he was going to answer with.

"They're very.." and he purposely stroked the rim of the cup with his middle finger as he tried not to be succumbed to the memories of the past, "Sensual, and..." he lifted his shoulders in a half shrug as he lifted his eyebrows, "Professional." He ended it with broadness and you decided to call out on his disrespect by pouring the tea in your hand from the left side to the right side of the table before placing the cup upside down. The only bad thing was that you couldn't leave him, as you risk humiliating your family. He immediately stumbled back from the mess on the table, "What was that for?!"

"You're disrespect towards the culture of Geisha is repulsive." You stared at him with a stoic expression, "They hold traditions down, providing the beautiful dances that represent their history, their delicate fingers passionately playing the koto and shamisen. Hours dedicated to their beauty, the costumes and makeup and you see perversion in their tradition. How can I be proud of a husband who has no respect for the beauty in the world and the work of a woman who wishes to share their history." You stood and got closer to him, yet he still towered over you.

Your anger towards him fueled him, despite you calling him out on his perversion. He couldn't stop admiring your defense towards the geisha and the Japanese culture.

"The oiran closed off just a few years ago, and I am privileged and honored to have captured the view before it was forever enclosed, forgotten to nothing. However, I couldn't stop to look over at the men.." you smirked lightly, "holding off the week's worth of money to simply bed her and disrespectfully wave off this 'nuisance' of dancing and stringing of the instruments to get their hands on her. You waited, and waited before paying her...you among other wealthy men...weakened...and yet so desperate like the stray dogs begging for the scraps of a once beautiful meat that was perfected with seasonings and time...so my second question is, are men truly dominant in their supposed area, or did women perfect to make these men submit to them."

He was speechless after that assault, defeating him with such call-outs and the nerve that you had to call him weak. As you turn around to clean the tea you rudely poured over the table, you felt two strong arms wrapped around your middle from behind.

He dipped his head by your ear, jaw tensing up and gulping silently as anger brewed over.

"Men, my dear, were destined to control where his eyes lay...anything and everything will be his...no matter what it takes." His jaw tensed once more as he whispered.

You looked up, inside you felt a sudden fear, but your years of emotional concealment processed his words slowly as he kept so close. Your head rested against his shoulders, knowing he had to hunch over and you stared into the skies above you two, "As a law enforcer, and one that takes God by your side to defend the wrongs and the right of the world, you dare speak of men that are capable of hurting God's creation for selfish needs, is that what I hear you say, Judge Turpin?" You replied with such a softness in your voice and you felt his body tense up for a few minutes, "Let me try again...you dare say that I hold no power when my screams have every right to forever taint the reputation you molded for years, just as you so hardly assume you can destroy my father with?" Now your jaw tensed up and Turpin couldn't help but bite the inside of his cheek as he took a deep breath. He let you go slowly, already missing your ferociousness. His interest increased ever so highly as you spoke so highly, and he wanted much and much more, "Geisha are entertainers, but also their theatrics show the history and passionate love for their culture, is that what you're indicating?"

You turned around, your smile ever so quiet as you nodded subtly, "Yes, sir."

You went back to your previous state, and he was ever so amazed by your character.

"If that is the case, I will not forget."

The tension was still so high, even higher if you both show it outwardly. You turned to the table, taking the cloth from the tray as you were about to wipe off the tea when you felt a hand on yours. You turn to see Turpin glancing at you. His eyes show no fear, no anger, nor guilt or shame. You both shared the connection, faces so close, for a few seconds before he commenced, "You have nothing to clean as I was the one that provoked you, let me." He offered and you took back your hand only for him to retrieve the cup and placed it back on the tray and wiped off the tear. The liquid was absorbed into the cloth and he took it to the plants, wringing the cloth with such strength of his arms. You watched silently, his grip on the cloth expressed his aggressiveness and he came back with a dry cloth, "I must say, Lady Kenward..." and he turned to you as he folded the cloth slowly, "Having you as my company has been nothing but pleasant, never in my years would I expect for a lady to be so..." and he inspected you almost before finishing off, "ardent...". and he placed the folded cloth back in its place on the tray, "You amaze me, and it's shocking...as much as I hate being proven wrong, my soul aches for more of these fiery arguments.." and he closed off the gap between you.

You weren't expecting vulnerability already and it certainly threw you off that he admitted to liking and disliking your characteristics. His sides and your sides clashed, yet the tolerance continued forward.

You tried to say something witty, but you just couldn't think of anything.

He smirked as he grabbed your hand, weakened this time by his words as he kissed your knuckles, the ferocity of deja vu enveloping you. Once again, he stunned you, and once again you felt your cheeks heat up.

"Did the stray dog snatched your tongue, darling?" He smirked while arching his eyebrows and you stammered, "He has not." You responded quickly, refusing to let that happen again, "I'm more impressed with your capabilities to control your anger." You pointed out, "It's....new."

"New, you say? Is it not of your liking then?"

"I never said that..." You smiled your perfected smile.

"A teaser we have here, hm?-" He looked up at the skies, darker compared the time you two arrived at the table, "Time has passed too swiftly. Shame, I would've enjoyed more historical stories."

"There are plenty sir, all waiting -begging- to reach into your ears."

Turpin's smirk appeared yet again, a smirk you were beginning to realize then you wouldn't mind continuing to see that same smirk on that face- STOP THAT THIS INSTANT, "Perhaps we should get back inside."

"Please, after you." and he positioned his arm for you to take before you leading ahead.

This felt weird, how did it suddenly change. How did he change from his arrogance sense of please to now being such a gentleman- was he performing the change on you like you were trained for years? Was he just saying those words to get you to shut up. Your mind twisted truths and lies and you ended up not knowing at all, doubting your efforts.

Judge Turpin could not help but repeat the scene over and over of your raised voice, your furrowed eyebrows, your aggressiveness in your voice as you taught him about the Geisha and their importance. It did not excuse the the purchase of the girls at such an early age, but for the purpose of entertaining foreigners, oh his heart fluttered hearing you so bold. No one has ever been so bold before him, and he hoped he would not get used to it. He wanted to feel this way every time you tried to make a point.

At the end, a thought among many others in his head was for you to be a judge as well, enforcing him.

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The intricacies of sex (Judge Turpin x reader)

A/N: I like have an introduction, and yes I did spend some time to look into the history of human sexuality (bonus because I've been interested for years now) and didn't know India was the first to speak about sex for science (I'd like to learn more about that). I try to be as accurate as possible in terms of historical information within the human sexuality than the storyline, but at least witjh the intro I do have a small plot. THIS IS A SMUTBOOK, so it's just a ride to the....intricacies of sex as he puts it (has he said that, I feel like he has for some reason or else I would not have come up with this title).

Anyways, enjoy as I do. There's not a lot of Judge Turpin :,(

Published: 9/29/2021

It had been about an hour after coming back from a trip around the world, one you were at first forbidden to go because of the body you were born in, one associated with submissiveness, family, nurturing. You were bound to the chains of the patriarchy, and it certainly pissed you off completely. Your father, thankfully, was one good societal manipulator. He made others believe he followed the rules, but oh how much he broke them. He would teach you and your sisters the forbidden topics that men were taught in school: Grammar, Linguistics, Logic, Rhetoric, Geometry, Music, Astronomy, Politics, etc. He would also either cook for the family, or even cook with your mother as you all learned how to cook out of survival and delicious foods, but most importantly he taught you how to lie to society. In public, your family is known to be the standard family, but in private it is a different world. You and your sisters would brawl in your undergarments as your father taught you form and conditioning, and your mother would teach you how to care for a man in case it would be required. Your father was indeed a good father because out of necessity to dress and behave more masculine, your father did it. He taught you all how to survive and thrive in the patriarchy society without losing any value, lying to the face of it all.

You loved and cherish that about your parents, and at 17 you wanted set out to learn more beyond your household. That, for them, seemed too much for a couple months. Your father was hesitant to let you go before he watched you, at 18, managing to speak with some men dressed in your masculine clothing. You were seen as fragile, weak physically and you proved your intelligence to them, surprising them. That was all it took for your father to be convinced. He saved up a separate box for your travels, and he was stricter as time went on to make sure you didn't mess up. Any tiny mistake and you were scolded at, and it was a fair punishment as life was going to be much too cruel.

Your boots thumped with each step on the dock as you got out of the ship and you scanned the area. Now at age 24, you had surprisingly managed to do it, to travel the worlds, the learn new things, but it took a price. You held your bag on your back as you walked by people, men of higher societies, women holding onto their husbands, sailors running and walking and screaming to other sailors.

You wanted to get out of there so badly, spotting an alleyway and you escaped there.

"So many...bloody people." You sighed in relieved as you kept going, deeper and deeper into London where your family was now.

~

Your feet were exhausted as you rested your bag on a bench in front of a manor and you sat down to catch your breath before proceeding. You took a deep breath and tilted your hat forward to avoid anyone recognizing your facial features.

"What a... mess." You whispered, closing your eyes for a moment.

Every country was beautiful in its architecture, culture, the appreciation of life through festivities, food, and dance. Your mind went to the beautiful parts of India, Japan, China, and Russia. It wasn't until the men saw this appreciation as a weakness, making you go to brothels, hired prostitutes for you where the travelling was beginning to sour itself. You see women dancing on the stage and you immediately see what men hire them to do at night. While it was disgusting how the men did it, you also found it intriguing and interesting. In India especially, the harlots you were forced to go in you just decided to talk to the women and learn about their history about sex. The young lady, confused for a slight moment as she thought her culture was going to be mocked and disrespected told you about the benefits of sex, how a ruling man can have many women partners and some places in the Northern India, more specifically in Paharis in the Jaunsarbawar region be obligated to carry the tradition of polyandry, or a woman having multiple male partners. When you asked why, it surprised her heavily, but she told you it was because of the Pachi Pandvas descendant, where the King's daughter was married to five brothers. You were fascinated to learn about that, and that was the only reason to keep interested as you were forced into brothels until you joined them happily and you would have a small group of women talking their history.

You opened your eyes and sighed softly as you fixed your hat, your eyes landing on a window with a girl sewing. You two locked eyes before you waved your hand at her, being friendly. She waved at you back and she smiled, only for you to reciprocate. You stood up, grabbed your bag and continued on your walk. You crossed the street to the other side of the sidewalk to continue on your way when you heard a door open. You glanced at the person, surprised as he noticed you and he smiled small. He wore a long, leather tail-coat with an elegant vest of golden embroidery and golden-like, tight, trousers. His boots were knee-high and you glanced at his face as you saw him invite you in, raising his hand to wave his hand towards him behind lowering it. You stepped forward a few, cautious steps. His expression switched from a calm expression to a friendly one as he walked out with a grin, his hips swaying slightly and he stood by the door, "Come in, lad, come in." He gestured towards the inside of the manor and you cautiously walked in. You had fooled another man, but now you were curious as to what he was going to do.

When you walked in you heard him close the door, "It may be rude of me, but it looked like you were lost."

"I am sir, yes, I'm looking for the Kenward Manor Estate," You held out your hand, "Zachariah Kenward, sir." You tried being friendly with him and you watched him glance at your hand -noting how his eyebrow arched quickly before it vanished- and his big hand wrapping your smaller one into a handshake before firmly shaking it, "Lord Richard Turpin, follow me, you must be so disoriented- I'll fetch you something to drink." And he led you down the hallway. You couldn't help but glance at your surroundings, noting the statues of women's heads and some down to their torso with beautiful wallpaper in the back. When you looked back at Lord Turpin you noticed him making an entrance into a room, it looked like his study.

"You were looking for the Kenward Manor Estate, you say?"

"Yes, it's been a couple years since I've last been here, and it seems like London grew with time..." You walked in after and glanced around at his books. The books he carried weren't of any kind either, you recognized as law books. A lawyer perhaps? You turn to see him standing beside a small table with two empty glasses and a whiskey glass next to it. Lord Turpin raised his hand towards the chair and tilted his head towards it as well before dropping his hand to his side, "Sit down, lad, sit down."

You made your way to the chair and slid off your bag from your shoulder as you commented, "It's embarrassing for a sailor to lose his bearings, but uhm.." You were embarrassed, to not remember where your family was located. You sat down and watched him fill a glass halfway, his hospitality showing up. When you heard a creak behind you, you turn to see someone in the doorway, long, slick dirty blonde hair and short compared to the owner of the manor.

When you turn your face back to Lord Turpin you noticed him glancing at the man in the doorway before he pointed at you with revelation, "A sailor." and he pursed his lips before looking down and grabbing the glass to hand to you. You reflectively raised your hands to hold it with care, "Yes, sir." and you gave him the name of the ship you travelled on and Lord Turpin nodded.

"A sailor must know the ways...of the world, yes?"

Now you were internally confused.

"Must be...practiced, in the ways of the world...would you say you practiced, boy?"

Lord Turpin turned to his right side to the other bookshelf you were just glancing at before he got closer to the far end where three books where stacked on top of each other.

"Sir?..."

"Ohh, yes..."

His voice lowered, vibrated even and you were surprised to how your body nearly reacted to that if it weren't for the fact the person behind you was still present.

"Such...practices..." he whispered, barely audible.

"The Geishas of Japan, the concubines of Siam, the catamines of Greece, the harlots of India..."

You watched him raise his fingers to caress the spine of the book as he slid his fingers across the books on the shelf ahead of him before turning to you, and you were slightly frightened, gulping nervously.

"I have them all here...drawings of them...everything you ever dreamed of doing...with a woman."

That's what he meant by practices, Does he know I'm a woman?! You hid the fear in your body, but not your eyes. I'm fucked now.

Chapter 2

[chaos-caffeinated]

Intricacies of sex Chapter 3 (Judge Turpin x reader)

Chapter 3 on AO3

You leaned against the cobbled stone wall, desperately gasping for air. You ran nonstop and didn't stop until your chest felt like it froze. It took a few minutes to recover, and you looked around the surroundings before you walked closer to the lighted parts of the square, sensing the familiarity to it, "Here...my family..." You tried so hard to remember, but you just scanned the area before noticing a stain and giggled in remembrance, "I remember this, accidentally spilled Father's ink." You smiled nostalgically and continued with your stroll, following your familiarity through the alleyways until there, you saw it. A tall building with black gates and two lion statues on top of the pillars. You smiled softly, sighing in relief, "I'm home..."

You stepped forward and you knocked on the door only for a maid to respond. She gasped, "Lady Kenward! It is such a wonder to see you again, please do come in." and she stepped aside. You smiled warmly at her before entering your home, "Thank you...Flora?" You tested out and she nodded with a smile.

You sighed in relief, "You may have to remind me who is who again...it has been a couple years."

She bowed her head slightly, "I understand my lady, I'll show you to your room."

You nodded, following her up the stairs when you asked, "Where are my sisters and my parents?"

"Your parents are in a current meeting with a Lord, and your sisters are currently in their married homes."

Oh yeah, they were of age to marry a lord, and that only meant...

"By the way, my lady, sorry to be so rude, but have you found anyone in your travels?"

"My travels have been...soured, so I had no chance to even look, I'm sure my father has a few in mind though in an upcoming ball."

"Yes, of course, my lady. His lordship has certainly missed you, my lady. He's been worried since you left."

You saddened at the thought, but you were at least happy to have returned, "It is unfortunate, but I was very curious...oh, Flora, would you mind helping me with my hair please? A couple weeks ago I had to cut it, but I was in the ship and it ended...badly."

Your hair was of medium length, the tips curled from the unwashing. Flora nodded as she smiled, "Certainly my lady, would you need help with the bath as well?" She opened the door to your room and letting you in first.

When you stepped into your room, you can feel the memories surge in of you and your sisters chasing one after the other, laughing and giggling and you couldn't help but smile in thought, "Lillian, Violet..." you shook your head to pay attention to Flora, "Sorry, Flora, no that's alright. However, I will need help with the dressing." and she nodded, "Yes, my lady. I shall return in a moment." And she closed the door.

You caught yourself in the mirror's reflection and gawk at yourself, "I look this awful!" and you raised your arms, the sleeves dirtied with dust, "What a horrid thing..." you sigh in an irritated manner before walking over to your washroom, preparing the bath.

~

You soaked in the water for a while, scrubbing your skin until you felt clean, and washed your hair. You had to massage your scalp deeply, feeling the oils in the hair vanish as the lather from the soap did its work. The bath was felt so nice compared to the days you had to wait for an individual wash without the sailors. You had to constantly argue back for some privacy, and men being men, you had to force yourself to wait.

Feeling much cleaner than before, you chose a dress, and seeing as Flora told you there was company, you wore your afternoon dress. It was a red afternoon dress with a buckle in the waist. The trimmings were lavished, with a low neckline. The corset was something you hadn't worn in years, and putting it on was hellish as Flora was adjusting it to her customs, but you were having a hard time breathing, "Flora...I can't breathe...." You motioned to her and she gasped, helping undo it just enough to allow you to breathe. You thanked her and next was your hair. Because of the rough cut, your hairstyles were now limited. Flora pinned your hair up with a ribbon. Finished, you inspected yourself in the mirror before nodding in confirmation, "Thank you, Flora. I do believe I have to greet the lord." and Flora nodded, "Yes, my lady. Right this way to your father's study."

You followed her downstairs and being so close to your father's study. The door open before Flora had the chance to knock, and she immediately bowed her head to receive the lord. You glanced at her and raised your view only to stiffen in sight. He was here, he was bloody here!

Lord Turpin smirked at you softly and when he stepped ahead to allow your parents to walk, they noticed you with a surprised grin. Your mother first, "Sweetie, welcome home, I'm so happy to see your return." She walked forward to hug you, holding in her excitement. Even worse was your father, he would have shouted your name and twirl you in his arms if he could, but Lord Turpin was present, and your father had to be subtle, "I'm so relieved you are here, sweetie." He smiled wholeheartedly, "How was your Aunt Gilda? Is she doing okay?"

A lie, father....father you run your risks with that lie...

But you smiled and nodded, "Yes, she's doing okay now."

And now you forced yourself to Lord Turpin and you slightly lifted your dress by the sides and curtsied, "Good afternoon, my lord."

Lord Turpin smirked lightly and bowed lightly, "Good afternoon, my lady."

"My lord, you wouldn't mind giving me a moment with my daughter?" Your father asked, masking the excitement of his daughter's return.

"Of course not, Lord Kenward, it's important to be reunited with family." He smiled at him, the same way he smiled at you back at his manor.

"Excellent, my dear come along now, Flora please prepare a glass of our finest whiskey to our lord." and your father invited you in his study. You entered without hesitation and your mother followed right after. Until it felt safe, you stared at your parents as you heard his boots click on the wooden floor fading away and away. When you no longer heard his boots, your father let out a loud laugh as he ran up to you, his arms wide as he enveloped you close, lifting you up slightly to twirl you. You laughed, for the first time in a few years as you hug your father held you close tightly, tearing up in the process.

When he sat you down, you can see that teary-eye look. You raised your hand to his face as you wiped off the tears from his face, "I am pleased to see your safe return, my dear." He gently got a hold of your face before pulling you into a forehead kiss.

"I'm just as happy to see you two as well, father. It's been so long."

Your father nodded.

"Your father prayed for your safety return every night." Your mother walked up to his side and placed her hand on your cheek, "We never once doubted you, but we wanted no chances."

Now it was your turn to tear up, but you couldn't comfortably cry, not when he was here, "Father, Mother...who is the man in our house?" You asked, it was ironic really. The lies you used for society was used on your parents, you've never felt so guilty before.

"Oh yes, Lord Turpin, he's currently the judge and he's come here for a proposal." Your father explained, smiling warmly.

"A proposal? A judge with a Tea Parlour businessman?..." You asked confused, not understanding the situation.

Your father chuckled, "No sweetheart, he's asked to propose you."

Your throat immediately dried up.

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Intricacies of sex Chapter 4 (Judge Turpin x reader)

Ao3 Chapter 4

You were currently in the backyard garden, it was specifically made to hide you and your sisters from the outside world, from spotting you chasing each other and being rough with one another. Safe from anyone discovering of your unorthodox lifestyle.

The garden was tall and heavy, with many flowers and bushes to hide someone indeed, and you and Lord Turpin stood in the back of the garden. You were quiet, still, and your head was lowered.

"Lord Turpin has asked me to allow the marriage between you, and seeing as he is a highly-respected man, I agreed." You repeated your conversation with your father.

Oh father, oh father if only you knew...

"You are quite the character, Lady Kenward." Lord Turpin started, "From a sailor...to a lovely thing right now in a matter of.." He raised his hand momentarily and arched his eyebrow, "an hour, I suppose?" He smirked, "Quite impressive."

Your gaze was still lowered and you felt the side of his finger underneath your chin before your head was lifted up to his gaze, "Cut the tom-foolery, sailor and show me who you are."

You were irritated, and you were going to bite back now more than ever, maybe then he would leave you be, "I'd first like you to beg like you promised." Your jaw tensed as he grabbed your chin, "You're feisty, unlike the girls that are raised to be submissive to their suitors." He pulled you in, stumbling a step further. Your faces were close enough to kiss, and as much as he wanted to, he had to resist, "You intrigue me, Lady Kenward. Or should I call you Zachariah?"

Your jaw continued to tense, "I wouldn't mind dressing up as a sailor for you if that is what you are into."

His eyes lit up in mischief as he smiled slowly, " You have such a bite to your persona...I don't like it-"

And you internally smirked, Then leave m-

"But I would love to try to have you submit to me."

Your rage sparked and your hand twitched, his eyes quickly glanced down to your eyes, smirking, "Father's taught you well, yes? Too well, to have live a life of a woman...and a man."

You gasped, all your ferocity, your rage vanished in a mere seconds and you jawline released the tension. Your eyes widen in shock and he couldn't help but smirk victoriously, "Now...how would people react when they find out that your father, the number two Tea Parlour of Kenwardian Tea allowed his dear daughter out and about travelling in the world?"

He would... he would die... You thought to yourself as you try to not even think about it to avoid the tears.

He released your chin and your head was getting weaker, lowering once more, "..." Your thoughts were spiraling as you envisioned your father having the worst experience, shamed, and humiliated by his peers and society itself. Your mother would be included with him, and your sisters too. Everyone would be shaming them for their lifestyle, your chosen lifestyle. Had you not gone around the world, you would have not risked your family so highly.

You teared up as you encountered thoughts of your father not handling it well and your thoughts were interrupted by his deep, smooth voice.

"I won't say anything, of course, if you don't give me a reason to do so..."

"...That's why...that's why you asked my father to marry me, is it not?..."

"Your father taught you too well, intelligence isn't too fond for ladies, but lucky for you I am. You know too much about me, and I know about you. I think we are suited for each other after all." And he gently grabbed the hand you were going to lift at him, it was limp and weak from the discovery and he kissed your knuckles gently, "When you become my wife, I would be delighted to know more about yourself...and your travels around the world."

His books!...

"And your ward..." You lowly said, bringing up what started the tension to distract yourself, and he seemed taken aback that you remembered about her, "You seemed highly offended that a sailor greeted them."

"I do not want my ward to be associated with low-class scum..." He tried to defend himself, but you smirked lightly, "I believe..." and you couldn't help but step forward to poke his chest, "You were jealous."

Next thing you felt was a hand grabbed at your chin, angling up towards his face as he looked unamused, "I, never, get, jealous." He said every word articulately, his soothing tone making it all creepy as shivers went down your spine.

Getting to his nerves was ever so satisfying you couldn't help but lift the corner of your lip softly, "Temper, temper, dear. You're the one that situated me here. I'm only trying to get to know my fiance."

He didn't appreciate your sassy tone, he should have slapped you, reminded you of your place. Anger was building up and he expressed it in one way.

Your eyes widen just as quickly as he pulled you in a kiss, in a deep kiss. His grip on your chin tightened as you tried to move away and he only wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer as you place your hands on his chest to attempt pushing you away, but the grip on you was tight. You muffled against the kiss, but the hand that had you from the chin immediately went to the back of your neck.

Second by second would pass by and your resistance was becoming less and less, to his surprise he felt your hands going into his tail coat and dragging your nails against his vested ribs. You needed a way to entrap him instead of the way around, and you used your knowledge to do so. You reciprocated the kiss, now turning into a hot, passionate one in an immediate sense. Though your first kiss, and one you were not happy to receive, you have seen countless people kiss. You tilt your head to the side and push your chest up against him only to hear him groan-

No that was not supposed to happen, your body is NOT supposed to react that way, but your stubbornness remained. He would be the one stepping down. You thought the older man was just subjected to using force, but he had surprised you by taking a nip at your lip and you involuntarily mewled against him, your cheeks heating up from embarrassment. Now it was your turn, and you sticked out your tongue, licking his top lip. He granted you permission, opening his mouth and taking out his tongue in contact with yours.

Your eyebrows twitched as your cheeks warmed up as you two engaged in the heat tongue battle. You felt his hands loosen up, instead cupping the nape of your neck as the hand on your waist raised to your ribs. You needed to breathe, you needed to breathe so badly, but you refused to leave him first. You also wanted to push him, but you were afraid he would take that as a win, and you got even closer, chest firmly pressed against and hands wrapped around his waist and you moaned against the kiss. He immediately backed away with a blush tinting his usually paled cheeks, panting heavily as his eyes widened in surprise.

You panted heavily as well, but your smirk and your eyes let him know the kiss just now was not an act of love, but a victorious battle, a battle of sexes. Lord Turpin raised his hand to wipe the saliva from each other's assault and he smirked, "I thought you hated me."

"I do-" you bit back when he smirked deeper, "The infectious kiss said otherwise." He mumbled, and your eyes widen slightly as you frowned and you grabbed his lapels from the tailcoat and you pulled him around only to push him against the bush behind you, "You started it first, you perverted- Mark me-!" You growled and the next words of his choice made you want to slap him so hard.

"I would love to." Lord Turpin and he placed his hands on your waist and you immediately let him go, scoffed, and made your way back to the manor, "I'm done today!"

"Darling, we have to tell your father that it ended well...or perhaps his peers won't like to continue business with him."

You fumed, and you stood still as you leaned your head as you took a deep breath before going back to him and you waited by his side, holding out your arm for him to take.

He chuckled as he took your arm before wrapping it around his, your hand over his arm and rested against his chest before walking inside the manor. Once you stepped inside into the kitchen, you put on a warm smile that almost knocked him off guard from the instantaneous shift as you lowered your graze a bit and back straight. It was unbelievable to see how quickly it was, and it only questioned the kiss earlier. She faked it?! He also had to control his emotions, but he did admit to himself that he was disappointed in the moment. He had need to put his practice back in, and he was certainly surprised that it hadn't had work, he had done it in the past--

She travelled the world as a man... she clearly has the experience just recently.

He was going to figure it out, every single thing you knew. He'd only wish to see you so submissive to him, and him only.

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The Intricacies of sex Ch. 2 (Judge Turpin x reader)

A/N: I posted this story on AO3 as well just in case, but I also wanted to open requests for anyone who is looking for anything specific with Lord Daddy Turpin, either what you want from him...or what YOU would like to do to him. Hopefully I can do justice and I will do research if it is something unknown to me. Either leave a comment here, leave it in our inbox, or tell me in anon in my personal @thethotthatbreathes . I have a few ideas, but I'm telling you, if you want something specific let me know. Enjoy this next chapter!

Last Chapter: Chapter 1

Your thoughts were interrupted as he asked you a question, "Would you like to see?" And he pulled one down from the top without ever taking your eyes off.

Naturally, you were curious, but at the same time you were incredibly confused as you now realized this has nothing to do with finding your family.

"I think...there's been some kind of mistake-" you scooted closer to the edge of your seat.

"I think, not." He said assertively before pushing the book back in its place, just like how you envisioned him putting the women that pleasure men back "into place", and that only fueled your anger at the patriarchy taken place.

He took a step forward, his hand placed on the shelf once again as he pointed at you with his other hand, "You gandered at my ward, Johanna. You gandered at her." emphasis on the second "gandered".

Your eyes widened in shock as you leaned forward to refute. The lady in her room, sewing. The simple friendly gesture, he is mistaken!

When you tried to refute he only spoke before you quickly, "YES, sir, you gandered!"

"I meant no harm!"

"Your meaning is immaterial-" and he launched off from the bookshelf to you, placing his hands on the arm chairs and cornering you in the chair.

This man looked like he went more to hell than he did traveling the world, did he talk to the girls too, or...?

"Mark me-"

You thought of an instantaneous idea that you learned from the men, and one that you were surprised even to hear your own words, "I would love to." You responded and he immediately stopped talking, his eyebrows furrowed deeply as he processed your words, and repulsed by the idea he immediately backed away, "I beg your Pardon?"

"I wouldn't mind you begging, sir." and instinctively you stood up to grab your bag only to notice the man in the doorway, pulling out his cane -a small-looking one too- and you coward slightly as you tried to find a way to escape. You felt two arms wrapped around your body from behind and you stiffen in shock. You immediately started thrashing around, shaking your head as you attempted to headbutt but you felt a refreshing air going through your hair which only halted you as you saw the man in front of you look shocked. Your hair flow freely, cut roughly into layers, but cut roughly.

Richard watched Bamford's expression change immediately which only made him turn you, grabbing you by the shoulders. Your jawline was soft, your skin delicate and beautiful, eyes bright and healthy, a woman.

"A woman..." He whispered in shock.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you knew the face too well which only triggered to spit at his face. He shouted, letting you go in the process as he wiped off the spit from his face. You turned around, grabbed your bag again and made your way to the doorway. Heading towards the man, you launched yourself with the bag in front of you and pushed him away enough to get some space between him and the door. You dropped the bag in the launch and ran to the entrance. Cursing at the weight of the clothes and dropping your coat from your shoulders, your arms were now free in your collared blouse, permitting you to run faster, the trousers also providing ease. The blonde man managed to go outside and Judge Turpin was right after, "Find out where she is going, Kenward Manor." He sneered, going back inside, "A woman, a pesky woman-"

Kenward, Kenward is the family known to the Tea Parlour Business, the number two behind Victorille. How was she associated with the family and then he remembered, "The bag." He mumbled and he hurriedly made his way back to the study to investigate. Dropping the bag on the table he heard a soft clink and he dropped the bag to search for the item until he saw it: a pocket watch. He saw the crest of Kenward and opened it to reveal a folded paper. And that folded paper revealed all, it was a drawing of the Kenward family. Andrew Kenward; his wife, Rose Kenward, and the three daughters...Lillian, Violet...and (Y/N). You were dressed with such finery, he couldn't believe you, of all beautiful women to wear such old, disgusting clothes, "A sailor..." he said, "A woman as a sailor?..." His mind long and hard for that connection until he came to conclusion that you were taught these things, allowed to be out and about without the accompaniment of a man. Your father allowed this, of all things, and risking himself as the number 2 businessman to raise such foolery. He placed the drawing in his pocket before going out to his carriage, all he needed to do now was go over tot he manor itself and pay a visit to his old friend.