#Judge Turpin

[muiitoloko]

Love?

Summary: Is there love in your marriage? You would say no, not when your husband is the cruel Judge Turpin. But in some moments, no matter how brief, you think there is love.

Pairing: Judge Turpin × Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, motion sickness, pregnant sex, possessive.

Author's Notes: In this particular scene, I decided to give Judge Turpin a break from his usual villainy and lighten him up a bit. After all, even evil characters deserve a day off for being too cruel, right? Let's sprinkle some love into the mix! But not so much of course, he is Judge Turpin after all.

First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth and Seventh part here.

The dim light of the bedroom cast shadows across the opulent furnishings as you shifted uncomfortably in bed, your swollen belly aching with the weight of your unborn child. Turpin lay beside you, his breathing steady and deep, oblivious to the discomfort plaguing you. You knew better than to disturb his rest unless absolutely necessary; the consequences of such an action would be severe.

It was late, far past the hour when you should have been sleeping, but your little one seemed determined to make their presence known. You couldn't help but marvel at their strength, even as their movements landed painful blows to your ribs.

But you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the little one growing inside you. Despite the hardships and uncertainties that lay ahead, you were determined to protect them, to shield them from the darkness that surrounded you both.

You stroked your belly gently, whispering soothing words to your unborn baby, urging them to calm down so you could get some much-needed rest, but despite your efforts, the kicks continued as if the little one was determined to make their presence known.

"Shh, my little one," you murmured, your voice a gentle murmur in the quiet of the room. "It's time to sleep now. Mommy needs her rest."

But still, the baby persisted, their movements causing you discomfort as you tried in vain to settle them. Frustration welled up within you, mingled with a sense of helplessness as you struggled to ease their restlessness.

Suddenly, you hesitated, glancing at your husband's hand resting on the pillow beside you. Turpin lay there, his breathing steady and deep, seemingly unaware of the turmoil raging within you and the unborn child. But something in his expression, the slight twitch of his lips, betrayed the facade of sleep.

With a hesitant breath, you reached out, gently taking his hand in yours and placing it on your swollen belly. "This is daddy's hand, little one," you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur. "Can you feel it? Daddy's here with us."

Turpin's eyes fluttered open, one eye half-closed as he feigned sleep, but a small smile played at the corners of his lips. He watched you, his gaze softened by the tenderness of the moment, a flicker of something resembling warmth in his otherwise stern countenance.

"Be quiet now," he murmured, his voice hoarse with sleep, yet filled with a surprising tenderness. "It's time to rest, both of you."

To your surprise, the unborn baby seemed to respond to Turpin's voice, their movements gradually subsiding until all was calm once more. Turpin kept his hand on your belly, his touch gentle yet possessive, as if silently claiming his place as father to the child growing within you.

You smiled, a sense of peace washing over you as you nestled closer to Turpin, his presence a comforting anchor in the darkness of the night. And as sleep finally claimed you, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope for the future, a future where perhaps, just perhaps, there was room for love and redemption amidst the shadows of the past.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, you awoke with a start, the remnants of your troubled dreams fading into the recesses of your mind. But as you attempted to push yourself up from the bed, a wave of nausea washed over you, forcing you back down with a groan.

Turpin, still clad in his judicial robes, glanced over at you briefly before turning his attention back to the task at hand. "I trust you'll be able to manage on your own this morning," he remarked, his tone devoid of any warmth or concern.

You nodded weakly, the bitter taste of disappointment lingering on your tongue. "Of course, Richard," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be fine."

With a dismissive nod, Turpin made his way towards the door, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the room. You watched him go, a sense of resentment bubbling up within you as he left you alone to contend with your illness.

But just as he reached the threshold, Turpin paused, his hand lingering on the doorknob as he turned to face you once more. "The maids have been instructed to take care of you," he stated matter-of-factly, his expression unreadable. "They will bring you some herbs to ease your nausea."

For a moment, hope flickered within you, the prospect of relief from your discomfort a welcome respite amidst the turmoil of your thoughts. "Thank you, Richard," you murmured, your voice tinged with gratitude.

But as Turpin met your gaze, his eyes cold and calculating, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. "Don't mistake this for kindness, my dear," he replied, his tone laced with thinly veiled contempt. "It's simply a matter of practicality. We can't have you falling ill at such a crucial time."

With that, he swept out of the room, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and the ever-present ache in your heart. As the maids bustled about, attending to your needs, you couldn't help but wonder why fate had chosen to bind you to such a ruthless and cruel man.

"Why did you have to marry such a man?" you whispered to yourself, your voice barely a breath in the silence of the room. "What did you do to deserve this?"

But as the maids offered you a comforting smile and a steaming cup of herbal tea, you pushed aside your doubts and fears, determined to endure whatever hardships lay ahead. For the sake of your family, you would weather this storm, clinging to the faint hope that someday, somehow, things would be different.

And as you sipped the tea, the warmth spreading through you like a comforting embrace, you allowed yourself to believe, if only for a moment, that perhaps there was still some goodness left in the world. Even if it resided in the smallest of gestures, like a cup of tea offered in a time of need.

As you finished your morning preparations and descended the grand staircase, the maids scurried about, attending to their tasks with practiced efficiency. You greeted them with a polite nod, acknowledging their presence with a small smile before turning your attention to your duties.

But just as you were about to make your way towards the kitchen, one of the maids approached you, her expression hesitant yet determined. "Excuse me, madam," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "The Professor has arrived. He's waiting for you in the study."

You blinked in surprise at the mention of the Professor, a faint glimmer of hope shining within you at the prospect of your classes resuming. Despite Turpin's initial reluctance, he eventually relented, agreeing to allow his classes to resume with the teacher he had hired to teach him how to read and write.

You were a humble peasant, plucked from obscurity by Judge Turpin himself, who had promised to help your family financially in exchange for your hand in marriage. Desperate to provide for your loved ones, you had accepted his offer without hesitation, willing to do whatever it took to secure a better future for them.

But as time passed, you began to realize the true nature of the man you had married—a cruel and insensitive tyrant who saw you as nothing more than a pawn in his quest for power and dominance. You couldn't understand why he had chosen you in the first place; you were not from high society, you had no dowry for marriage, and you lacked the education and refinement expected of a judge's wife.

Yet, despite your shortcomings, Turpin had seen fit to provide for you, hiring a Professor to teach you the skills you so desperately lacked. At first, you had viewed his gesture as a loving and kind one, a sign of his devotion to you.

But when Turpin had grunted in disdain at the thought of having a "stupid, illiterate wife" to educate his offspring, the illusion had shattered, leaving you feeling even more isolated and alone in your own home.

Pushing aside your thoughts, you nodded to the maid, a sense of determination rising within you. "Thank you," you murmured, your voice tinged with gratitude. "Please inform the Professor that I'll be with him shortly."

With that, you made your way towards the study, your heart pounding with anticipation as you prepared to resume your lessons. As you entered the room, the young professor rose from his seat, a warm smile lighting up his face at the sight of you.

"Good morning, madam," he greeted, his voice gentle and kind. "I trust you're ready to continue our studies?"

You returned his smile, taking a seat at the table as he began to unpack his materials. "Yes, Professor," you replied, your voice filled with determination. "I'm eager to learn."

And so, as the young professor began to teach you the ins and outs of reading and writing, you dove into the classes, determined to make the most of this opportunity. With every minute that passed, you made steady progress, and your confidence grew as you learned to decipher the letters and words in front of you.

As the Professor paused in his lesson, noticing the subtle movements of your belly, he couldn't help but inquire about your pregnancy. His curiosity was evident in his eyes as he glanced at your swollen belly, a mixture of awe and intrigue coloring his expression.

"Forgive me for asking, madam," he began hesitantly, "but I couldn't help but notice... Are you expecting?"

You nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of your lips as you placed a hand on your belly. "Well, that's a little obvious, but yes," you replied softly, your voice filled with a mixture of pride and anticipation. "I'm carrying Judge Turpin's child."

The Professor's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze shifting between you and your belly as if trying to comprehend the reality of the situation. "Congratulations," he murmured, his tone filled with genuine warmth. "That's truly wonderful news."

As he spoke, the young professor hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but... May I... touch your belly? Feel the baby?"

You hesitated for a moment, taken aback by his request, but ultimately, you saw no harm in it. With a nod, you allowed the Professor to place his hand on your belly, guiding his touch to where you felt the baby's kicks most strongly.

At first, the Professor's touch was tentative, his fingers grazing lightly over your swollen belly as if afraid to disturb the delicate balance within. But as he felt the gentle movements of the baby beneath his hand, a sense of wonder filled his expression, his eyes widening with awe.

"It's... incredible," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've never felt anything like it before."

You smiled, a sense of warmth spreading through you at the Professor's genuine awe and wonder. "It truly is," you agreed softly, your hand resting atop his as you felt the baby squirming beneath your skin.

But just as the moment stretched on, the door to the study swung open with a loud creak, and Judge Turpin entered, his expression darkening as he took in the scene before him. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the Professor, his voice dripping with thinly veiled anger.

"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, his baritone voice cutting through the tension in the room. "Why is this man touching what belongs to me?"

The Professor recoiled, his hand pulling away from your belly as if burned by Turpin's words. He stumbled to his feet, his eyes wide with fear as he backed away from the imposing figure of the judge.

"I-I-I'm sorry, Your Honor," he stammered, his voice trembling with fear. "I-I didn't mean any harm, I swear."

Turpin's gaze remained fixed on the younger man, his expression unreadable as he assessed the situation before him. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he gestured towards the door, his tone cold and commanding.

"Leave," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. "The lesson is over for today."

The Professor wasted no time in obeying, practically fleeing from the room as if afraid that Turpin's wrath might fall upon him at any moment. As the door swung shut behind him, Turpin turned his attention back to you, his eyes dark with anger.

"How dare you allow another man to touch you in such a familiar manner?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

You swallowed hard, the weight of Turpin's anger pressing down on you like a leaden weight. "I-I'm sorry, Richard," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to upset you."

Your husband approached you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. His fury is palpable, his eyes blazing with an unsettling mix of anger and suspicion.

"Cheating on me, are you?" He's voice is low and menacing, his baritone rumbling with barely contained rage as he grabs the arms of the chair you're still seated in, keeping you trapped there.

You shake your head frantically, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggle to find the right words to appease him. "N-no, Richard," you stammer, your voice trembling with fear. "I would never... I swear, I would never betray you."

But Turpin pays no heed to your protestations, his grip on the chair tightening as he leans in closer, his hooked nose almost touching yours. "Don't lie to me," he hisses, his breath hot against your skin. "I know what I saw."

You swallow hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak as Turpin's anger consumes him. "Please, Richard," you plead, tears welling up in your eyes. "I would never do anything to hurt you."

But Turpin's fury only seems to escalate, his grip on the chair tightening painfully as he pulls you out of it with a rough tug, causing you to cry out in pain. Ignoring your protests, he orders you to keep your hands on the wall and open your legs, his voice commanding and authoritative.

Trembling with fear, you obey his instructions, your hands shaking as you press them against the cold surface of the wall. Turpin steps closer, his gaze dark and predatory as he looms over you, his expression unreadable.

"Open your legs," he commands, his voice low and commanding. "Let me see if you've been sullied by that wretch."

With a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you comply, your heart hammering in your chest as Turpin pulls up your dress, exposing your trembling form to his scrutiny. His hand snakes inside your panties, his touch rough and invasive as he feels your skin, searching for any sign of betrayal.

But as his fingers probe your most intimate places, he finds nothing but dryness, a fact that seems to please him immensely. "So, the Professor didn't do anything for you," he murmurs, a twisted smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Good."

You bite back a cry of pain as Turpin lets go of your dress and grips your hair tightly, his fingers digging into your scalp with blunt force. “Remember who you belong to,” he growls, his voice full of possessiveness. "You are mine, and mine alone."

He lets go of your hair, ordering you to keep your dress up and you obediently do so, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation running through you. His body shakes with apprehension as Turpin unbuttons his own pants, his movements deliberate and controlled. He moves your panties to the side, his touch sending shivers down your spine as he slowly penetrates you.

You gasp as he enters you, the sensation familiar but painful. Despite being accustomed to his size, Turpin's girth still stretches you to the limit, causing you to wince as he pushes himself completely inside you. His hand rests on your belly, feeling the kicks of his unborn child beneath his palm.

"Quiet now," Turpin grunts, his voice low and commanding as he addresses the baby. "Daddy is teaching mommy a lesson."

His words send a thrill of fear and excitement through you, your body responding to his authoritative tone. Turpin's voice works wonders in your ear, its low, almost husky quality sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

"You belong to me," he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Remember that."

You nod frantically, your mind clouded with desire as Turpin's words wash over you. Despite the pain and discomfort, there's a part of you that revels in the intensity of the moment, the forbidden thrill of submitting to Turpin's desires.

As he moves inside you, with deliberate movements, you cling to him desperately, your nails digging into his arm on your stomach as you seek release. Turpin’s grip tightens on your hips, his thrusts getting harder and harder as he brings you both to the edge of pleasure.

"Say my name," he commands, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Say it."

"Richard," you gasp, the word falling from your lips like a prayer as ecstasy washes over you, consuming you completely.

Turpin smiles contentedly against your ear, his grip on your hips never faltering as he continues to move within you. "That's it, my dear," he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You're mine."

And as you surrender yourself to him completely, lost in the throes of passion, you can't help but wonder if perhaps, just perhaps, there's a twisted kind of love hidden amidst the darkness of your shared desires

You reach your climax, a wave of pleasure washing over you, sending you spiraling into ecstasy. You moan Turpin’s name, your body shaking with the intensity of your release. Your Husband follows soon after, your own climax echoing his as he holds your belly, the weight of your child a constant reminder of the life growing inside you.

As you both catch your breath, Turpin carefully guides you to the chair, his touch surprisingly gentle as he helps you settle into a comfortable position. You hesitate before questioning why he came home early, sensing a strange shift in his demeanor.

"Richard, why are you home so early?" you ask, your voice tentative as you search his face for any sign of explanation.

Turpin seems to hesitate for a moment, his gaze flickering away from yours as if avoiding your scrutiny. "It doesn't matter," he replies curtly, his tone clipped and dismissive.

The silence stretches between you, fraught with unspoken tension as you struggle to make sense of Turpin's sudden change in behavior. He seems different somehow, his usually stern countenance softened by a hint of shyness you've never seen before.

But you dare not speak such thoughts aloud, fearing Turpin's wrath if you were to question him further. Instead, you nod meekly, apologizing once again for allowing the Professor to touch your belly.

And Turpin's expression turns stoic again as he settles behind his desk, eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "What was the professor teaching you today?" he questions, his voice rough and demanding.

You push the book that was on the table towards him, explaining that you were practicing reading. Your husband nods once, telling you to go ahead and read it out loud, his tone leaving no room for argument.

But you hesitate, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over you as you try to focus on the words in front of you. And when you stumble across a particularly difficult passage, Turpin's patience runs out and he growls in frustration, urging you to read faster.

You obey, stumbling over the words as you struggle to make sense of them. And he watches you intently, his gaze unwavering as he admires your beauty and obedience.

Lost in thought, Turpin's gaze lingers on you, his mind drifting back to the first time he saw you, a mere peasant girl from a humble village. It was a chance encounter, the carriage wheel of his lavish carriage breaking down as he passed through your village.

And as he waited impatiently for his servants to fix the wheel, he caught sight of you, surrounded by your sisters, laughing and chatting as you made your way to the nearby lake to wash clothes. Even in your simple attire, you exuded a natural beauty and grace that captivated Turpin from the moment he laid eyes on you.

He watched you from afar, his heart stirring with emotions he couldn't quite comprehend. In that moment, amidst the chaos of the broken carriage and the bustling village, Turpin felt something he hadn't experienced in years—a spark of genuine affection and longing.

And now, as he watches you struggle with your reading lesson, the memory of that fateful day comes rushing back to him, filling him with a sense of nostalgia and longing. He scratches his beard absentmindedly, lost in thought as he considers the depth of his feelings for you.

"Richard?" your voice interrupts his reverie, pulling him back to the present moment. "Is everything all right?"

Turpin blinks, his gaze refocusing on you as he offers a tight-lipped smile. "Yes, everything is fine," he assures you, though his tone lacks its usual conviction. "I was merely lost in thought."

You nod, though a flicker of concern crosses your features. "If there's anything on your mind, Richard, you can always talk to me," you offer softly, your eyes searching his for any sign of vulnerability.

For a moment, he hesitates, his usual stoicism faltering as he considers confiding in you. But then, with a shake of his head, he pushes aside his doubts and fears, burying them beneath a mask of composure.

"There's nothing to discuss," he replies, his tone firm and authoritative. "Now, let us continue with your lesson. We have much ground to cover."

As you continue reading, the words flowing effortlessly from your lips, Turpin's eyes drift shut, enveloped in the soothing cadence of your voice. He listens intently, every word resonating within him like a melody, stirring emotions he's long tried to suppress.

Despite his best efforts to maintain his composure, Turpin can't shake the feeling of longing that grips him whenever he's near you. It's a sensation he can't quite understand—a mixture of desire, obsession, and perhaps, dare he admit it, love.

But love is a dangerous territory for a man like Judge Turpin, a man hardened by years of cruelty and betrayal. He knows the pain of vulnerability all too well, having been burned by it in the past. And so, he guards his heart fiercely, unwilling to let anyone get too close.

Yet, despite his resolve, he can't deny the pull you have on him, the way you seem to effortlessly chip away at the walls he's built around himself. Your kindness, your innocence—it's both infuriating and intoxicating, a potent combination that leaves he feeling more conflicted than ever.

As you stumble over a word, Turpin's eyes snap open, his keen gaze fixing on you with intensity. "That's not quite right," he interjects. "It's pronounced 'effervescent,' not 'efferversent.'"

You smile up at him, that same bright smile that captured his heart from the moment he first laid eyes on you, and something within Turpin stirs.

"Thank you, Richard," you say, your voice soft and earnest. "I couldn't do this without you."

Turpin's chest tightens at your words, a pang of guilt gnawing at him from within. He knows he should push you away, keep you at arm's length to protect himself from the vulnerability he so fears. But in that moment, all he wants is to pull you close, to hold you in his arms and never let you go.

Yet, he knows he can't. Not after what happened with Johanna—not after she ran away with that wretched sailor, leaving Turpin alone and betrayed. The memory of her betrayal still haunts him, a constant reminder of the dangers of trusting others.

So, he tightens his grip on the chair, steeling himself against the torrent of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He forces himself to focus on the task at hand, to bury his feelings beneath a mask of indifference.

But as you continue reading, your voice a soothing balm to his troubled soul, Turpin can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for redemption. If perhaps, in the warmth of your presence, he can find the courage to let go of the past and embrace the possibility of a brighter future.

But for now, he pushes those thoughts aside, choosing instead to lose himself in the comfort of your company, if only for a fleeting moment. And as you smile up at him, your eyes filled with trust and affection, Turpin allows himself to believe, if only for a moment, that maybe, just maybe, there's hope for him yet.

#judge turpin x reader #judge turpin #alan rickman #alan rickman x reader #sweeney todd

[smilingformoney]

every turpin moment ever (23/57)

#arickmanedit #filmedit #judgeturpinedit #sweeneytoddedit #sweeney todd #judge turpin #film #alan rickman #allturpin

[little-lovett]

yes i’m fine sorry i was just zoning out but right before sweeney kills lucy he says “the judge… i have no time!” and mrs. lovett represents the virtue of patience in the show and she had sang a whole song telling him to wait and take things slow and relax and think through his decisions.

the thing that destroys everyone in this show is impatience. if anthony had waited before intruding on sweeney and the judge, if sweeney had stopped obsessing when and where and how he could kill the beadle and judge, if sweeney hadn’t felt suffocated by the crushing, endless force of time and looked his own little girl and his wife in the eye and really thought and reached into the soul that was still in him, sweeney todd wouldn’t be the tragedy that it is. human nature bitches human nature

#i could go on and on #sweeney todd #broadway #josh groban #musical theatre #annaleigh ashford #sweeney todd revival #sondheim #sweeney todd broadway #benjamin barker #nellie lovett #sweeney todd fanart #sweeney todd musical #sweeney todd the demon barber of fleet street #anthony hope #tobias ragg #mrs lovett #johanna barker #judge turpin #broadway musicals #broadway memes #musical theater fanart #musical theater

[pr-olvdr]

alan rickman 💫

it's crazy what you can do with a marker and an insatiable love for a now deceased british film star

#alan rickman #snape fandom #snape #hans gruber #die hard #love actually #colonel brandon #sense and sensibility #robin hood prince of thieves #galaxy quest #sweeny todd #judge turpin #gambit #bottle shock #snow cake #dogma #an awfully big adventure #close my eyes #truly madly deeply #quigley down under #severus snape #professor snape #snape art #snape fanart #snapedom #snape community #snape love #snape content #pro severus snape #pro snape

[salmasnape]

Oh to be a Victorian lady banging Judge Turpin

#judge turpin #current mood #alan rickman #sweeney todd

[roseunspindle]

Alan Rickman: What I've Seen Him in

Die Hard - Hans Gruber

Quigley Down Under - Elliot Marston

Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves - Sheriff of Nottingham

Sense and Sensibility - Colonel Brandon

Galaxy Quest - Alexander Dane

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone - Severus Snape

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets - Sverus Snape

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - Severus Snape/Boggart

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Severus Snape

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Marvin the Paranoid Android

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Severus Snape

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street: Judge Turpin

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - Severus Snape

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 & 2

Alice in Wonderland - Absolem the Caterpillar

#Alan Rickman #Die Hard #Hans Gruber #quigley down under #Elliot Marston #robin hood: prince of thieves #sheriff of nottingham #Sense and Sensibility #colonel brandon #Galaxy Quest #Alexander Dane #Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone #Severus Snape #Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone #Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets #Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban #Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire #Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix #sweeney todd the demon barber of fleet street #Judge Turpin #Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince #Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows #Alice in Wonderland 2010 #Absolem the Caterpillar

[atimburtonfan]

On the set of Sweeney Todd.

#Sweeney Todd #Tim Burton #Johnny Depp #Alan Rickman #Judge Turpin

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 1

18+ minors and those without age in bio dni

tags: @illiana-mystery, @fangsandroses, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

prompt: chimney soot

AN: thank u @deepperplexity for coming up with the name Richard for judge Turpin! And letting me use it both last year and this year.

warnings: swearing

I stood against the wall watching the beedle attempt to clean the chimney floo. Richard stood next to me, eyebrow raised at the short man’s behind.

“why did we do this again?” I whispered to him as the beedle swore in pain.

“It’s free.” Richard whispered back. “Last time I take him up on his dumbass ideas simply because it’s free.” I nodded in agreement as the beedle emerged, covered in soot and smiling.

“it is clean my lord.” He said with a small bow, soot flitting down off his face.

“for your sake I should hope so.” Richard said, mouth curling into a sneer at the soot that was now covering our carpet. “Get out of here. And be careful where you find yourself. I see one speck of soot in my house and you’ll find yourself in the poor house.” The beedle nodded slowly, eyes wide and taking care where he deposited soot. Richard turned to me with a sign as the beedle left the room. He didn’t speak until the door had slammed shut. “Do we trust it?” I shrugged.

“he’s your assistant.” I said. “How much do you trust him?” Richard nodded before leaning over to kiss me.

“one chance. And then we call a chimney sweep.” He confirmed. I nodded and we went about our day as usual. That night, Richard and I were sitting in front of the fireplace, debating on lighting the fire.

“I’m just saying we should cover everything in sheets or something. Just in case.” I said as Richard leaned down to inspect the chimney. He gave me a look and I shrugged. “You may trust the beedle but I don’t.” I gave him a small smile as he sighed.

“you’re right.” He conceded. “Or better yet, let’s just get a chimney sweep in tomorrow to do the job properly.” I nodded and walked over to hug him.

“I think that’s the smartest thing you have said all day.” I teased as Richard went to call for a chimney sweep.

#Judge turpin #judge Turpin x reader #Judge Turpin fanfic #judge Turpin fanfiction #judge Turpin imagine #alan rickman #alan rickman fanfic #alan rickman fanfiction #alan rickman imagine #alan rickman x reader #Rickmas #rickmas 2023

[snowblossomreads]

Attention

Summary: In where [Y/n] is feeling a bit needy due to her husband paying his work more attention than her.

Pairing: Judge Turpin x FemReader

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Cockwarming, Penetrative Sex, Begging, Pet Names, some Dom/Sub vibes (it's Turpin of course)

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: HAHAH Thought you've seen the last of me didn't you?? This plot showed up at my door step and beat me up thanks to @slytherinsight221 💖💖💖. Turpin seems like the type to enjoy some cockwarming when doing work so here we are. Please enjoy and feel free to scream at me how it made u feel : )

Enjoy!

MDNI!

The great Judge Turpin of London was a very busy man. From the many trials he had to preside over, to the equally as many death sentences he had to dole out.

A very busy man indeed.

And a very cold man at that as all seemed to want to avoid him lest they face his wrath and be sentenced to hang on the gallows just like the many poor souls before them.

Yet there was one who saw beyond this. One who got to see the occasional gentleness in those eyes that seemed to always be stormy. One who got to listen to the soft roll of thunder that was his voice as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear before they retired to bed.

The Lady [Y/n] Turpin.

The judge's young wife who at first had been as afraid of the man as so many others when the betrothal to him was offered. Though offered was not really the correct word as it made it sound like she had a choice in it.

No, it was more of a transaction, her hand in marriage and in return her family would be spared poverty and shame after it was found that [Y/n]'s father had been running a scheme and using the family's business as a cover-up to sell counterfeit goods to the members of London's high society.

A done deal the moment it was offered and she was married off to the man and whisked to his home merely weeks after the arrangement.

Frightened she had been of him at first, scared and nervous from all the terrible things she had heard whispered about him.

‘A cruel man that one. Who puts children to death for petty things like taking a piece of bread?’

‘Mhmm and did you hear about his ward?’

‘No, what about her?’

‘Heard she run off with some poor bloke from the docks. When the authorities found both of them and brought them back, he sent the poor lad to the gallows and the ward to live at some convent!’

Learning that he had sent his former ward’s lover to a penal camp and her to a convent just for running away had her stomach in knots.

And once they were legally wed, the fear in her seemed to grow as all her things were loaded up into a carriage that same day and brought to his- their home.

To say she was terrified was an understatement as she knew that as his wife, it was her duty to be subordinate to him. That night and every night from thereafter. But especially on the night of their marriage.

Yet when it was time to consummate the union she had been taken aback that he did not force himself on her. No the very opposite, instead a chaste kiss was placed on her hesitant lips, and in that deep rumbling voice of his he had stated that,

‘Not until you are ready shall I know all of you and you all of me. I am not ignorant of my reputation and I will not let them stain our marriage bed.’

That night they went to bed, with her still untouched yet her heart beating wildly as she lay awake. He would not touch her until she was ready. Something about what he said made her heart beat a little faster and not because she was frightened.

And he kept true to his word. Only chaste kisses on her forehead, her lips, or cheek, or the back of her hand whenever he felt like it.

It was not a wonder that it only took a matter of weeks before she submitted herself to him with the patience and gentleness he showed her. And dear lord she asked herself almost every day afterward why she had hesitated.

Even if he had been her first, she knew that no other man could measure up to the pleasure that he had brought her over and over. He made her make noises that she didn't think she could.

Touched her deeper than her fingers ever could when she was curious at night in her own bed when she was in her parent's home.

And his gravely baritone voice next to her ear with his groans and moans as he filled her both with his cock and seed made her wonder how she had lived without him for so long.

Night after night they would make love when he wasn't tired from the draining duties of his profession. Slow, fast, hard, soft, he took her many ways yet all of them were as pleasurable as the time before.

She had even confessed her love to him when they were in the throes of passion and she had never been so sore the day after. Pretty bruises littered her hips where he had held her tightly and her cunt ached from the pounding it had endured.

From that day on she allowed herself to be spoiled by him. To be loved by him and to love on him whenever they could and whenever he had time.

But again, time was what he had so little of these days due to the increase in cases the court was hearing. And along with that came the smidgen of neglect [Y/n] felt when all they seemed to have time to do was give each other morning kisses and good night kisses.

He wasn't the type of man to pass up pleasure now, but there hardly seemed to be time for it now with how quickly he would fall asleep the moment he laid his head down on his pillow.

How dare that man withhold the pleasure of their marriage bed from her though! It was an irrational thought and it wasn't at all his fault with how busy he was but she was needy and she needed him.

And that is how she found herself standing on the other side of the library which was also his office in their home with little more than a chemise that she had slept in. It was a Saturday morning and while he didn't need to go into court it seemed that he had brought his work home. 

Again.

But this time she would have none of it she thought as she knocked on the mahogany door. Once he saw her wearing almost nothing and wandering the house for all to see, she was sure he would teach her one of his 'famous' lessons.

"I thought I instructed that I be left alone?"

His harsh words filled the air as [Y/n] opened the door to find him sitting at his desk, papers scattered about the tabletop. Though when he looked up to see who it was, the harsh lines on his face relaxed when he realized it was her. Yet when his eyes raked over her form, she could see him become tense again as he eyed her with a sharp inhale.

"Ah, but I see it is my sweet little wife who has come to visit," he hummed, a twinkle coming alive in his eyes as [Y/n] approached his desk, going around the corner to stand by him.

"Indeed, and I hope you would make an exception for my interruption," she replied back to him before leaning down to press a kiss against his cheek.

One that was a bit prickly. Though she did love how it tickled against her face when they were near and she couldn't help but giggle at the feeling of the scratchiness.

"Always my dear, you are quite more interesting to look at than all these cases," he spoke while motioning his hand towards all the papers splayed about, "and it puts me at ease knowing you are safe and where you belong."

That had her raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, and where is it that I belong?" [Y/n] teased, a little simper playing on her face as she watched his expression morph into something devious.

There was a glint in his eyes as he looked up at her, his thick fingers wrapping around her wrist and pulling her closer to him. His other hand going to stroke her side causing a shiver to run up her spine as he scooted away from his desk just enough that [Y/n] wormed her way between those strong thighs of his. Thighs she quite enjoyed being able to sit on whenever she had the chance.

"Where else do you think you belong other than by my side," he purred, fingers brushing against her, causing her dress to hitch up a little.

"There are quite a few other places I think I belong, sir," she answered back, a coy look on her face as her body reacted positively to his touch as goosebumps danced across her skin. "Yet I fear that you have not had enough time recently to indulge in such activities."

This had him smirking as his hand left her wrist and joined the other in holding her waist, turning her around to face the desk before pulling her down to sit on his lap.

Even with the layer of clothing she wore she could still feel the excitement growing in his trousers and she couldn't help the moan that left her lips as she pushed herself back on him.

"Now if I did not know better, I would ask where my sweet innocent wife has gone," he said, gripping her waist a little harder to keep her from moving around as he felt himself grow more excited. "Yet it seems we aren't so innocent."

Of course she wasn't, not with him as her husband. She had lost her innocence to him both physically and in thinking long ago and she would gladly let him take it again but that was beside the point. 

The point was she needed him, and preferably in the next few moments or she feared she would explode with the desire that was rampaging around in her.

"Richard please," his name left her lips in a whimper as she twisted her body slightly just to see his face. A smirk on those thin lips of his that were so kissable. Damn, this man!

"I've missed you, you haven't touched me in weeks. Each night I go to bed dreaming of you my love. Thinking of how you feel on me, in me," she confessed, the urge to bury her face against his shoulders strong but not as strong as the thrumming in her stomach that yearned for him "Please I need you my love."

Her last sentence came out as a desperate plea as she leaned back against his chest.

"Hmm, well I do consider myself to be a fair man," Richard purred, leaning up and nipping at [Y/n]'s ear lobe as his hands trailed up to squeeze her breasts causing her to whine and shudder. ”A deal then. Shall we my love?“

"Mmm yes anything, anything Richard please," [Y/n] sighed as he pinched and squeezed her pebbled nipples through her gown sending a tingle down her spine and right through her core that was burning with need for him.

"There is some work yet to be done and I cannot delay it any longer so the deal my sweet, if you can sit still in my lap until I finish I'll be yours to do with for the rest of the day and tomorrow."

That was all? Surely that couldn't be all-

"I see the wheels working in your head little one and yes that is not all," he purred in her ears. He knew her too well. "Not only will you stay still on my lap, but as punishment for interrupting my work, you shall do it while keeping me warm."

"Warm? Richard I-," her question was interrupted by her squeaking as her husband pushed her forward just a bit making room for him to undo his trousers.  

The sound of buttons popping caused her to look back, hands gripping the desk to keep her steady as she watched him free his cock from its confines.

The thick organ strained against the cloth before it was freed to lay heavy on his stomach as he pushed the waist of his trousers down just past his hips.

Ah, warm him. So that's what he wanted.

"R-Richard my love, darling, you know what you do to me," she mewled out as she felt the bottom of her dress be lifted to expose her and her hips dragged back towards her husband's lap. "I do not think I will be able to sit still if you are inside me."

"Really," he drawled huskily as he gripped his cock and began to slide the head of it against her exposed slit that had already begun to wet itself at the mere thought of her husband. 

A little moan passed through her lips as her legs automatically widened for him causing the tip of him to slip just past her folds. "You would deny your husband the pleasure he so deserves because you simply cannot sit still? Is this what you are saying to me?"

"No!" She squeaked out head shaking left to right as he began to pull her down to take her seat upon his strained arousal. "No never my love I would never deny you I just-!"

"Good, then I believe we have our deal."

No sooner had he said that did he fully pull [Y/n] down on his waiting cock that slid into her with almost no resistance.

"Richa- oh my lord!"  She cried breathlessly as he breached passed her lips that sucked him in hungrily as she sunk completely down onto his lap.

An absolute cunt stretcher* he was and she was more than happy to have it stretching her open as she took him to the hilt moaning at how full she felt with him inside of her.

Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as her fingers grasped at his thighs. Her head fell back on his shoulder as she felt him wrap one arm around her waist. His thick fingers stroked her belly lovingly causing her body to shutter and her hungry opening to squeeze at the thickness that filled her completely.

"O-oh oh Richard, my love," [Y/n] panted out as her cunt rippled around his cock that held her open as he shifted in his seat making himself more comfortable while he reached to grab one of the papers that were haphazardly sitting on his desk.

"Mmm that's it my little love, stay just like this for me," he hummed, his baritone voice thundering in her veins as he rocked teasingly against her causing her to whimper and tense at the pleasure that licked at her insides. "Such a good little wife for me. So obedient," he purred as she trembled in his arms while her body ached and begged for more. Yet he held her still on his cock, whispering sweet and lewd things to her ever so often as he looked through some case findings she presumed.

"Mmm, so very warm, and tight just as one should be for their lord husband."

"Ah, ah no moving my little love, what did I tell you about that."

"Oh did you like me touching you right there my sweet? Your little bud has always been so sensitive when you have me settled inside you."

Oh god this man, her husband, he was so filthy. The words he spoke were absolutely lust-inducing as she sat as still as possible on his lap trying to control the spasms inside her each time he uttered those words into her ear.

She was sure his lap was drenched by now as her insides clenched around him. Rapid breaths of air left her lips as she tried to calm her racing heart as he shifted again to grab another piece of paper on his desk.

This torture, this delicious torture seemed to go on forever as he went about his work ignoring her need that was dripping out of her at some point.

Sometimes he went as far as leaning over her body to write something down on a piece of parchment and causing his cock to slide deeper in between her drenched folds. Leaving her moaning and whimpering as her body demanded that it be allowed more of him.

"Oh Richard please, please," she begged softly, tears filling her eyes at the burning in her stomach that protested at the pleasure that was being withheld from it.

Trying to turn her head to at least gaze at him hoping her wet eyes would convince him to give her more, she was only met with him grabbing the sides of her jaw and gently turning her face forward.

"Eyes front sweet one," he purred, in command of her as usual, though she could hear from the husk of his voice that all of this abstaining was also affecting him as he shifted once again in his seat causing him to brush against a sensitive spot in her core. "Almost done and then I can indulge you till your heart's content. Be a patient wife for me just a little longer."

She was trying to be patient, she was. But it was impossible when her sex was impaled on him and aching to milk him of his seed and to release her own desire onto him.  But she would be patient as he asked her to be. As it was her duty as his wife to obey him in all things as their vows had stated.

So she sat. Her thoughts ebbing and flowing trying to find something else to focus on other than him inside her.

She tried to take interest in the many books that were shelved in the library, but her mind quickly wandered to the vulgar and graphic content that many of them displayed. Pictures of men and women writhing against each other in the throes of pleasure. Stories of orgies and debauchery in the middle age. The fantasies of men and women alike in many of those books

All things and more were stored on the shelves, some she had even read herself at the behest of her husband. Some he had read to her as they indulged in the pleasures that the book instructed them on.

It only made her needier, made her body softer as she relaxed into her husband's hold. Her fingers played with the large hand on her belly as an inaudible sigh left the man behind her. His member twitching in interest and leaking as he felt her velvet inside begin to flutter at the thoughts in her mind.

"Thinking of something pleasant little one?" He groaned, feeling his body slowly losing its grip on the control he had as he placed the paper he had down.

He had long ago stopped focusing on the many piles of papers on his desk, too busy being enamored by her wet heat that suckled on him. In honesty, he couldn't help that he enjoyed how she submitted to his more sadistic nature and teasing tendencies when it came to her. The control she allowed him over her was something he craved and enjoyed as in life you were either doing the controlling or being controlled and he quite preferred the former.

"Mmm you Richard, always you my love. My darling husband, my protector, my everything." Her words came out as a dreamy slur as her brain became hazy from the prolonged waves of pleasure that had not yet been allowed to reach its peak.

"My what a good and patient little wife you've been for me," he whispered, moving his hips a little and causing her to keen softly at the simulation of her insides that fully reawakened in an instant. "Keeping me warm, and thinking of me the entire time. How sweet you are. So sweet that I believe you are owed a reward. Would you like that my love?"

"Yes please sir," she begged sweetly, turning her upper body and looking at his cloudy eyes with her own lust filled eyes, "please I've been good and still for you my darling please."

A gentle smirk grew on his thin lips as he leaned down and pressed them against her own, his hands going to dig their fingers into her side causing her to whine into the kiss at the electricity that shot up her spine.

"Indeed you have been very good," he hummed, pulling away from her face, "and I shall give you your reward."

No sooner had the words left his lips, [Y/n] found her hips being guided off of his cock only for him to pull her back down on his lap with such force that her entire body tensed and a loud shout was forced past her lips as his cock slammed deep inside her.

"Yes oh Richard my love yes!" She sobbed loudly as he guided her up and down his slick shaft. 

His prick was wet with both of their arousals as the wet sounds of their flesh smacking against each other echoed around the room without resistance.

"Such a wonderful little wife I have," Turpin groaned into her ear as he lifted his hips up to meet her as she slid down his cock causing him to hit that spot deep inside her over and over. "So good for me, so obedient for me."

Her body writhe in pleasure as her mouth went slack and her upper body fell forward grabbing onto the edge of the desk as she allowed herself to be opened and explored by her husband. A guttural growl rumbled through his chest at her display and his hips stuttered only for a second before he was getting out of his seat and pressing her against his desk, his body laying on top of her as he began to piston himself inside of her.

Wails and sobs left her lips and it was music to his ears as his cock pulsed and began to leak seed into her. The feeling of having his thick body laid upon her and rewarding her sent her into a tizzy as she pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts each time.

Having him cage her in made her feel safe, and loved. Cared for, desired and it sent a rush of warmth into her belly that she couldn't stop as she began to gush around him.

"Oh Ri-Richard!" She breathlessly squeaked out as her body began to spasm uncontrollably. 

The sloshing of her cunt increased in volume as he began to pound into her faster, feeling his own release approaching as her insides squeezed him over and over until,

"Darling," he hissed out, hips stuttering as cock began to spill inside of her. Hot pulses of his seed spurted out and drowned her cunt with his release.

The warm feeling of him emptying himself into her and burying himself deep was all [Y/n] needed as she herself felt her body go absolutely limp as she released the arousal that had been building up inside of her.

Her fingers gripped the desk and her legs shook as she spilled around her husband moaning an elongated and breathless,

"Sir~." As her upper body lay smushed against the desk with the weight of the man on top of her.

It was oddly comfortable, well to her it was having him and his spend inside her while he covered her body with those strong thick limbs of his. Yet it was taken away much too soon for her liking as her husband slipped out of her with a slick noise. A little moan left her as the thick shaft stimulated her sensitive folds on its way out.

A kiss was placed on her damp neck as she lay bent over, the sound of fabric being straightened before Richard was helping her upright herself.  She couldn't help the dazed smile that was on her lips as he turned her to him. His gray locks were messy and along with his disheveled clothes there would be no guessing what had just happened between the two if any of the housekeepers were to walk in.

Yet she didn't care about that as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder and pulled him down so that their lips could meet once more and she could taste the salt on them.

No, all she could care about was the satisfaction running through her veins as he indulged her in a deep kiss, their tongues lazily dancing with each other as his arms came around her waist to hold her close.

A/N: I wrote this in like a span of two days I think which might not be a lot of some but it is for me haha! And also about the lil '*' if anyone saw that haha. Apparently cunt stretcher was a word back in the day and i was like oh yeah Turpin would use that / i'm sure it would accurate to describe him like that so I did :)

Anyways I hope that was a good time for you all please do leave words of thirst if you enjoyed it haha!

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Alan Rickman as Judge Turpin 🤍

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Your sentence

Summary: Turpin and his wife deal with their pregnancy, and have some quality time together, before he pronounces her sentence.

Pairing: Judge Turpin × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, pregnant sex, smut, nausea and self-criticism.

Author's Notes: Greetings, esteemed audience! Welcome back to the latest escapades of Turpin and his bun-in-the-oven wife. Believe it or not, I actually managed to pen this chapter in the ungodly hours of dawn, and wait for it... I even gave it a makeover! *Busts out into an impromptu victory dance* Now, here's the million-dollar question: Is Turpin still recognizable, or have I accidentally turned him into a unicorn-loving, tea-sipping ninja? Your feedback is as precious as gold, so spill the beans.

First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth and Seventh part here.

As you sat in the bathtub, the warm water soothing your tired muscles, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relaxation wash over you. The maid's gentle ministrations as she rubbed your back only added to the blissful sensation, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to fully indulge in the moment.

However, your peaceful reverie was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening, and you tensed as you heard Turpin's stoic voice. You glanced over your shoulder to see him standing there, his expression impassive as he observed the scene before him.

"Taking quite a long time with your bath, aren't you?" he remarked, his tone cool and detached.

You felt a pang of guilt at his words, knowing that you had been indulging in the luxury of the bath for longer than usual. "I-I'm sorry, Richard," you stammered, quickly attempting to apologize. "I'll be finished soon, I promise."

But Turpin ignored your apology, waving the maid to leave. The maid quickly excused herself and left the room, leaving you alone with your husband. His intense gaze bore into you, and you felt yourself becoming nervous under his scrutiny. Instinctively, you wanted to hide from him, but you knew that Turpin didn't like it when you hid.

As he walked closer, you couldn't help but notice the slight limp in his step, a reminder of the pain he was still experiencing from the previous night. You bit your lip, feeling a surge of guilt at the sight of his discomfort.

"What are you doing?" you asked, unable to stop yourself from voicing your curiosity as Turpin began to undress.

Turpin sighed lightly, a hint of exasperation in his tone. "Taking a shower," he replied matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "It'll be quicker if we both shower together."

You blinked in surprise at his suggestion, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks. "Oh," you mumbled, feeling foolish for not realizing his intentions sooner.

Turpin chuckled softly at your reaction, though there was a warmth in his eyes that you hadn't seen before. "You always did have a knack for asking obvious questions," he teased gently, his voice lacking its usual edge of cruelty.

You nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief at Turpin's lighter demeanor. As he finished undressing, revealing his half-hard cock, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with nervousness at the prospect of showering together.

Turpin noticed your hesitation and stepped closer, his gaze softening as he reached out to cup your cheek tenderly. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice gentle and caring. "I know things have been difficult between us, but I want you to know that I'm trying. I really am."

Touched by his sincerity, you leaned into his touch, feeling a sense of warmth spreading through your chest. "I know, Richard," you replied softly, meeting his gaze with an earnest expression. "And I appreciate it more than you know."

With a small smile, Turpin settled into the bathtub across from you and you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that the tub was spacious enough for both of you. The warm water enveloped you both, soothing away the tensions of the day and allowing you to relax in each other's company.

"Is your hip still bothering you?" you asked softly, your voice filled with genuine concern as you reached out to gently touch Turpin's thigh.

Turpin nodded slightly, his expression thoughtful. "A little," he admitted reluctantly. "But it's much better after the healing ointment. Thank you for that."

You smiled warmly at his gratitude, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having been able to provide him with some measure of relief. As Turpin leaned back in the bathtub, he motioned for you to come closer, his gaze softening as he met your eyes.

"Come here," he murmured, his voice gentle and inviting. "I want you to bathe me."

Your heart fluttered at his request, a mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through your veins. Swallowing back your apprehension, you obeyed, getting on your knees in the bathtub and inching closer to Turpin until you were within arm's reach.

As you reached out to cup water in your hands and pour it over Turpin's chest, you couldn't help but notice the gray strands mingling with the black hair that covered his chest. Despite his imposing demeanor, there was a vulnerability in the way he allowed you to care for him, a vulnerability that touched something deep within you.

Turpin watched you intently as you bathed him, his gaze lingering on your breasts, which seemed fuller today than they had yesterday. A flicker of desire flashed in his eyes, and you felt a flush of heat spreading across your cheeks at the realization that he was observing you so closely.

With steady hands, you continued to bathe Turpin, washing away the day's grime and tension as you worked. His skin was warm and smooth beneath your touch, a stark contrast to the rough exterior he often presented to the world.

As you reached up to wash his face, Turpin leaned into your touch, his eyes closing in contentment. You couldn't help but marvel at the intimacy of the moment, the simple act of caring for each other forging a connection between you that felt stronger than any words could convey.

However, your peaceful moment was shattered when you suddenly felt something warm trickling down your chest. Startled, you looked down, your eyes widening in disbelief as you realized that you were leaking breast milk again. Gasping at the unexpected sensation, you quickly withdrew your hands from Turpin's body, feeling a surge of embarrassment washing over you.

Turpin, noticing your sudden movement, opened his eyes to look at you, his expression shifting from relaxation to curiosity. His gaze fell upon your leaking breasts, and a flicker of surprise crossed his features before a pleased smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It was almost as if he found the sight of you leaking milk to be divine, stirring something primal within him.

As you attempted to excuse yourself from the bathtub, flustered and embarrassed by the situation, Turpin reached out to stop you, his voice low and commanding. "No," he insisted, his tone firm. "Stay."

You hesitated, unsure of what to do, but Turpin's unwavering gaze held you in place. With a reluctant sigh, you acquiesced, settling back into the warm water as Turpin's eyes lingered on your leaking breasts.

Feeling self-conscious under his intense scrutiny, you tried to divert his attention away from your embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, Richard," you stammered, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I don't know why this keeps happening."

Turpin's expression softened as he reached out to gently caress your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his usual demeanor. "There's nothing to apologize for," he reassured you, his voice soothing. "It's a natural part of pregnancy and childbirth. Besides, I find it... intriguing."

You blinked in surprise at his admission, unsure of how to respond to his unexpected reaction. Turpin, noticing your uncertainty, leaned in closer, his gaze darkening with desire as he reached out to cup your leaking breast in his hand.

The sensation of his touch sent a shiver of arousal coursing through you, and you couldn't help but gasp at the intimate contact. Turpin's eyes gleamed with hunger as he watched the milk dribble from your nipple, his own arousal evident as his gaze flickered down to the growing bulge between his legs.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Turpin leaned forward, his lips capturing your leaking nipple in a hungry kiss. You gasped at the sudden contact, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body as Turpin began to suckle greedily at your breast.

His rough, yet surprisingly skilled ministrations left you breathless, your hands instinctively tangling in his hair as you arched your back, offering yourself up to him completely. Turpin groaned around your nipple, his own arousal evident as his cock throbbed against your thigh, desperate for release.

As Turpin continued to suckle at your breast, his movements growing more urgent and desperate with each passing moment, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The combination of his touch and the warmth of the water surrounding you sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, threatening to consume you entirely.

With a primal growl, Turpin released your nipple from his mouth, his eyes dark with desire as he met your gaze. "I need you," he whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with raw need. "Now."

You nodded eagerly, your own desire burning hot and fierce within you as you reached out to guide Turpin's throbbing cock towards your aching core. With a shared gasp of pleasure, he entered you in one smooth thrust, filling you completely as he claimed you as his own.

The sensation of being joined with him in such an intimate way was overwhelming, and you cried out in ecstasy as he began to move within you, his movements strong and sure as he drove you both towards the edge of oblivion.

Lost in the throes of ecstasy, you began to move with him, your hips rising and falling in rhythm with his thrusts. Each movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body, driving you closer and closer to the edge of blissful release.

Turpin wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he continued to suckle at your breast, his other hand trailing teasingly down your spine. You gasped at the intimate contact, the warmth of his touch igniting a fire within you that burned hotter and brighter with each passing moment.

You continued bouncing on your husband's cock, enjoying the wave of pleasure building inside you, as Turpin released your nipple and buried his nose between your breasts, inhaling deeply as if he was trying to imprint your scent into his memory. The sensation sent shivers of pleasure throughout your body, and you couldn't help but whimper in response, desperate for more of his touch.

Turpin held your hips tightly, his movements growing slower and more deliberate as he fought to prolong the exquisite torture of your shared pleasure. He knew he couldn't last much longer at his age, and he was determined to savor every moment of your intimacy together.

You whimpered in frustration, craving the release that seemed just out of reach. But Turpin held you firmly in place, his grip unyielding as he slowed his movements to a tantalizing pace. The ache between your legs grew more intense with each passing second, driving you to the brink of madness as you begged for mercy.

As you felt the familiar coil of pleasure building within you, you couldn't help but plead with Turpin, desperate for him not to deny you your orgasm once again. "Please, Richard," you whimpered, your voice thick with need. "Don't stop. I need to cum. Please."

Turpin's expression softened slightly at your plea, his baritone voice low and husky as he complied with your request. Without a word, he pressed his thumb against your swollen clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles as he continued to thrust into you.

The sensation was electrifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. With each stroke of Turpin's thumb, you felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you, driving you closer and closer to the brink of release.

And then, finally, it happened. With a shuddering gasp, you felt the wave of orgasm wash over you, your entire body convulsing with pleasure as you clung to Turpin desperately. He watched you intently, his gaze filled with satisfaction as he held you close, reveling in the sight of your surrender.

As you collapsed against him, panting and exhausted from the intensity of your climax, Turpin waited patiently for you to catch your breath. With a gentle hand, he encouraged you to climb out of him, and you did so reluctantly, watching him curiously as he stood up from the tub, you standing up as well, confused.

But before you could react, Turpin grabbed your shoulder and pushed you down, forcing you to your knees. Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked up at him, a mixture of apprehension and arousal coursing through you. Turpin instructed you to keep your breasts together, his voice low and commanding as he expressed his desire to cum on them.

You obeyed without hesitation, though a part of you found the request to be somewhat dirty. But Turpin seemed to revel in the idea, his eyes dark with desire as he grabbed his penis with his fist and began to touch himself.

The sight of your pregnant wife on her knees in front of him, holding her beautiful breasts together for him, was enough to send Turpin over the edge. With a primal growl, he released himself, his hot seed spurting out in thick, white ribbons as it landed on your waiting chest.

You gasped at the sensation, feeling the warm liquid coating your skin as Turpin continued to stroke himself, milking every last drop of pleasure from his release. He watched you intently, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he took in the sight of you covered in his cum.

As the last of his orgasm faded, Turpin finally released his grip on his cock, letting it fall limp against his thigh. With a satisfied sigh, he reached out to help you out of the tub, his touch surprisingly gentle as he guided you to your feet.

Despite the lingering sense of dirtiness that lingered in the air, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having pleased Turpin. And as you stood there, chest heaving and skin glistening with his cum, you couldn't help but wonder what other pleasures lay in store for you both.

Days later, the atmosphere between you and Turpin remained charged with tension, yet there was a subtle shift in his demeanor towards you. While he still maintained his authoritarian and cruel facade, there were moments of unexpected kindness and gentleness that he reserved exclusively for you.

Today was one of those rare days when Turpin seemed determined to be good to you, despite his usual impatience and short temper. You were feeling particularly unwell due to the pregnancy, the mere smell of food making you nauseous, and your emotions were on edge, causing you to cry at the slightest provocation.

And Turpin had been surprisingly patient with your mood swings, but as the day wore on, even his patience began to wear thin. The sound of your constant crying grated on his nerves, testing the limits of his resolve to be kind to you.

That night, as you sat in the opulent dining room of your mansion, eating the food with little appetite, Turpin's patience was finally reaching its limit. He listened impatiently as you sobbed uncontrollably, your tears flowing freely as you lamented feeling fat and unattractive.

Despite his efforts to remain calm, Turpin couldn't help but feel frustrated by your outburst. He had tried his best to be understanding and supportive, but your constant emotional turmoil was starting to fray the last of his patience. But Turpin controlled himself not to say anything, his jaw clenched as he continued eating. His patience had worn thin, worn threadbare by the relentless stream of tears and self-deprecating remarks that seemed to flow endlessly from you. Every sob felt like a dagger to his already frayed nerves, but he held his tongue, unwilling to lash out in anger.

But later, when the two of you retreated to the privacy of your bedroom, your tears continued to flow unabated. You sat on the edge of the bed, your shoulders shaking with each sob as you lamented feeling fat and unattractive. The weight of your pregnancy seemed to hang heavily on you, and Turpin could see the toll it was taking on your self-esteem.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Turpin rose from his seat on the bed, his expression dark and brooding. He crossed the room with purposeful strides, his baritone voice low and menacing as he approached you.

With a firm hand, Turpin pulled you out of bed and forced you to look in the mirror, your head throbbing from the strength of his grip on your hair. As you whimpered in pain, your eyes met his in the reflection, searching for some semblance of mercy in his dark, brooding gaze.

"You are mine," Turpin growled, his voice a low rumble of suppressed anger. "And no one insults something that is mine. Do you fucking understand? I'm tired of hearing your damn cries!"

You nodded meekly, unable to muster the courage to speak as Turpin's harsh words echoed in your ears. His cruelty was a reminder of the power he held over you, a power that both terrified and fascinated you in equal measure.

But then, to your surprise, Turpin's demeanor softened slightly as he released his grip on your hair, his hand moving to cup your chin. Through the mirror, you met his gaze, confusion and apprehension swirling in your eyes.

Instead of berating you further, Turpin spoke with unexpected tenderness. "Look at yourself," he instructed, his voice gentle yet firm. "You're not fat. You're pregnant, carrying my child. You should be proud, not criticizing yourself."

You swallowed back the lump in your throat, your eyes misting with unshed tears at his unexpected kindness. Turpin's words struck a chord deep within you, reminding you of the precious life growing inside you and the love you shared with him, despite the complexities of your relationship.

Turpin's hand lingered on your chin, his thumb brushing gently against your cheek as he continued to speak. "You look beautiful pregnant," he murmured, his voice tinged with genuine admiration. "You don't know how much it turns me on. You drive me crazy, damn woman."

A blush spread across your cheeks at his words, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal flooding through you. Turpin's desire for you was both thrilling and intimidating, awakening a hunger within you that you didn't fully understand.

Before you could stop yourself, you hesitated, biting your lip nervously before voicing a hesitant request. "Richard," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "Could... could you... fuck me in front of this mirror?"

Turpin's eyes darkened with desire at your request, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You want to see yourself, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky with anticipation. "Well, who am I to refuse such a request?"

With that, Turpin moved away from you and began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate as he watched you through the mirror. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him, the sight of his muscular frame and thick, gray-streaked chest hair sending a shiver of excitement down your spine.

Emboldened by his response, you obeyed his unspoken command and began to undress as well, your hands trembling slightly as you shed your clothes. Turpin watched you intently, his gaze filled with hunger as he waited for you to join him.

When you were both naked, Turpin caught you from behind in front of the full-length mirror, his hands gripping your hips possessively as he positioned you to his liking. You held onto the frame of the mirror for support, your heart racing with anticipation as you prepared yourself for penetration.

But Turpin surprised you, dropping to his knees behind you and burying his face between your thighs. You leaned forward, gasping in surprise as his tongue delved between your thighs, exploring your folds with fervent determination. Your grip on the mirror frame tightened as waves of pleasure washed over you, your moans echoing in the spacious room.

Turpin's hands spread your ass cheeks apart, granting him better access to your dripping slit. His tongue worked wonders, licking and kissing every inch of your sensitive flesh, coaxing delicious sounds of pleasure from your lips. You couldn't help but arch your back, pushing your hips back against him, craving more of his tantalizing touch.

"R-richard," you moaned his name, the sound coming out as a breathless plea for more. His response was a deep growl of approval, his ministrations growing more fervent as he teased and taunted your throbbing clit.

Lost in the throes of ecstasy, you closed your eyes, surrendering to the pleasure coursing through your veins. But Turpin's voice cut through the haze of pleasure, commanding you to keep your eyes open if you wanted to see yourself.

With a gasp, you obeyed his directive, forcing your eyes open to gaze upon your reflection in the mirror. The sight of yourself, flushed and panting with desire, only served to heighten the intensity of the moment, sending a shiver of arousal coursing through you.

Turpin stood up behind you, his erect penis glistening with your juices as he spread them along his length. He commented on how hard you made him, his voice thick with desire as he confessed the dirty thoughts that plagued his mind.

"You torment me, you know," he murmured huskily, his breath hot against your ear. "Every moment I spend with you, I ache to possess you completely. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me to walk around with an erection, knowing that you're the cause of it?"

His words sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you, igniting a fire deep within your core. Turpin's desire for you was intoxicating, drawing you further into the depths of passion with each passing moment.

With a primal growl, Turpin positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he prepared to claim you as his own. You braced yourself for the inevitable onslaught of pleasure, knowing that with Turpin, there was no escaping the overwhelming intensity of his desire.

Turpin entered you slowly, his thick, hard cock sliding into your wetness with deliberate intent. You moaned softly at the sensation of being filled by him, your walls clenching around him eagerly. But when Turpin noticed your eyes closed, he reached out and tugged on your hair, pulling you back with a growl.

"Keep your eyes in the mirror," he commanded, his voice low and demanding. "I want you to watch as I fuck you, every thrust, every moan."

You whimpered at his words, a shiver of arousal coursing through you as Turpin used your hair as leverage, pulling you against his cock. "Yes, Judge Turpin," you gasped, your voice filled with need. "I'll keep my eyes on you, Your Honor."

Turpin's grip tightened on your hair, his fingers threading through the strands as he began to pound into you with increasing intensity. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, driving you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"You're so beautiful," Turpin murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Absolutely beautiful. How could you ever think you were anything less than that?"

You moaned at his words, the sensation of his cock filling you completely overwhelming your senses. Turpin's hands roamed over your body possessively, tracing the curves of your hips and waist as he claimed you as his own.

With each thrust, Turpin's cock hit that sweet spot deep within you, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. You couldn't help but moan his name, the sound filling the room as you surrendered yourself to the pleasure he provided.

"Judge Turpin," you cried out, your voice filled with longing. "Your Honor, please... fuck me harder."

Turpin's growl of approval echoed in the room as he complied with your request, his thrusts becoming even more intense as he pounded into you relentlessly. You lost yourself in the rhythm of his movements, the pleasure building within you until you felt like you were on the brink of madness.

As Turpin's cock continued to pound into you, you felt the coil of pleasure tightening within you, threatening to consume you entirely. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock throbbing as he released himself in a powerful climax.

You cried out in ecstasy as you felt his hot seed spilling inside you, filling you with a sense of completion and satisfaction. Turpin held you tightly against him, his grip unyielding as he continued to thrust into you, prolonging the exquisite torture of your shared pleasure.

"Your Honor," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm yours, completely yours."

Turpin's only response was a satisfied growl as he continued to claim you as his own, each thrust driving you both further into the depths of passion and desire. In that moment, you knew that despite the complexities of your relationship, there was a connection between you and Turpin that transcended everything else.

As Turpin calmed himself inside you, his movements slowing and becoming more tender, he reached down to rub your clit gently, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from your lips. You arched your back, pressing closer to him as he watched your expression of pure ecstasy through the mirror, his eyes filled with admiration and desire.

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful," Turpin murmured, his voice filled with genuine affection as he held you close. With one hand supporting your belly where the baby was growing, he continued to soothe you through your orgasm, his touch gentle and reassuring.

In that moment, Turpin couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt wash over him. He knew he didn't deserve you, didn't deserve the love and devotion you showed him every day. But he was selfish, a bastard who couldn't bear the thought of being without you. You were his, his beautiful and incomparable woman, who saw past his flaws and loved him despite everything.

As Turpin led you to the bed, laying you down gently before retrieving a damp cloth from the suite bathroom, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight of you. You sighed happily as he cleaned you, your eyes filled with love and adoration as you gazed up at him.

Once you were cleaned, Turpin set the cloth aside and went to the front of the wardrobe, intending to change into his sleeping pajamas. But as he glanced inside, his eyes fell upon his judge's wig, neatly arranged on the shelf. A smile tugged at his lips as he reached for it, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Returning to the bed, Turpin ordered you to sit down, and you obeyed without question. With a playful laugh, he placed the judge's wig on your head, watching with amusement as it practically swallowed you whole. You looked ridiculous in his judge wig, and you couldn't help but laugh too as you caught sight of yourself in the full-length mirror.

"It suits you, my dear," Turpin chuckled, his voice filled with warmth as he watched you. "Though perhaps a bit too big for your head."

You were surprised that he put the wig on you, when some time ago he scolded you for wearing the wig that he said was not a toy, but you ignored that, knowing that your husband was complicated and unpredictable, changing his mind and mood quickly.

Turpin leaned in closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he spoke. "Perhaps we should keep this little game between ourselves," he suggested, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "I wouldn't want anyone else to see my esteemed judge looking so... absurd."

You couldn't help but play along, adopting a stern expression as you tried to imitate his husky voice. "Richard William Turpin," you proclaimed, your voice low and authoritative, "you are hereby sentenced to spend the rest of your days locked up."

Turpin raised an eyebrow in mock surprise, his lips twitching with amusement. "And what are the charges against me, Your Honor?" he inquired, his tone dripping with feigned innocence.

You poked his chest with your finger, trying to maintain your composure despite the playful glint in his eyes. "Your crimes," you declared, "are of causing sinful pleasures in maidens, seducing innocent maidens with your perverse charms."

Turpin's lips curved into a smirk at your words, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "And what is my punishment, Judge?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

"You will spend the rest of your life locked in with me," you replied, trying to sound stern despite the laughter bubbling up inside you. "That is your sentence."

Turpin's smirk widened into a grin as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "I must say, Your Honor," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, "that sounds like a punishment I could learn to enjoy."

You couldn't help but laugh at his response, the tension of earlier melting away as you enjoyed the playful banter with your husband. With a playful glint in your eye, you reached up and removed the judge's wig from your head, placing it on Turpin's instead.

"Your turn," you challenged him, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "Let's see if you can do better."

Turpin straightened up, adjusting the wig on his head with a smirk. As he adopted a more serious expression, his voice took on a low, authoritative tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

"In the case of Mrs. Turpin," he began, his voice filled with gravitas, "I find you guilty of stealing my heart and disrupting the peace of my mind."

You couldn't help but hold your breath as Turpin continued, his voice unwavering as he delivered your sentence. "Your punishment, my dear, is to serve me for the rest of your life. You will keep me satisfied, attend to my every need, and be by my side until the end of time. You are stuck with me forever, even when I draw my last breath. You shall not have another man in your life; you are mine, and you will always be, just like I am yours."

You were taken aback by the intensity with which Turpin spoke, the gravity of his words sinking in as you realized the depth of his desire and possessiveness. Instinctively, you reached out and cupped his cheek, searching his eyes for some semblance of understanding.

"Richard," you murmured softly, your voice filled with a mixture of awe and uncertainty. "Do you truly mean what you say? Do you truly believe that I belong to you, and you to me? Are you my Richard?"

Turpin's expression softened at your touch, a flicker of vulnerability shining through the mask of cruelty he often wore. He leaned into your hand, pressing a tender kiss to your palm as he spoke.

"Yes, my dear," he replied, his voice gentle and sincere. "I am already yours. I was sentenced as yours the moment I saw you for the first time. You captured my heart, and I have been yours ever since."

You couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion at his confession, the realization that despite his flaws and shortcomings, Turpin truly cared for you in his own twisted way. As he leaned in to kiss you, you melted into his embrace, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, bound by an unbreakable bond of love and devotion.

#judge turpin #judge turpin x reader #alan rickman #sweeney todd #alan rickman x reader

[smilingformoney]

every turpin moment ever (44/57)

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Imagine;

Making the Judges acquaintance and he is i m m e d I a t e l y taken with you. Turpin is a man full of desire, that's no secret, and you've awoken a new burning need in him.

After requesting your hand, he brushes his lips gently across your knuckles slow, and purposeful, looking you directly in the eye with all his want. When you think that he's going to let you go again he doesn't, he moves to place a second kiss- slightly closer to the tips of your fingers.

Then his large hand is turning yours over and he kisses each finger tip, one, two, three, four- and then the flat of your thumb where he lingers. This is so innapropriate, you think, eyes widening. Every kiss he gives your skin sends a pack of tingles all the way down and you want to scream.

Or moan.

Finally the Judge takes your hand to his face entirely and kisses the middle of your palm. You can feel the stubble on his face under your finger tips, and your lips actually part.

"I... "

"Shall I continue?"

#I NEED T H I S #oh lorddd #Judge Turpin #Judge Turpin x Reader #Judge Turpin x Reader Imagine #Imagine

[little-lovett]

wait from sweeney todd is so beautiful and special to me because it actually shows the connection between sweeney and nell. he’s anxious, impatient, and heartbroken. so she sooths him, singing to him slowly and touching him gently until he’s a little less tense. and nellie lovett is able to lullaby and comfort him through the blackest rage and deepest sorrow a human could go through. call her evil, but mrs. lovett undeniably has a nurturing presence and a lovely femininity about her that makes her character so hard to hate. she has the soul of a mother and the mind of a vixen.

#i love her with my whole heart #sweeney todd #broadway #josh groban #annaleigh ashford #musical theatre #sweeney todd revival #sondheim #sweeney todd broadway #benjamin barker #nellie lovett #sweenett #sweeney todd the demon barber of fleet street #anthony hope #tobias ragg #johanna barker #judge turpin

[its-to-the-death]

Villain Song Showdown Bracket A Round 2

Pretty Women (Sweeney Todd) - Villains: Judge Turpin and Sweeney Todd

Sweet Transvestite (Rocky Horror Picture Show) - Villain: Dr. Frank-N-Furter

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