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hotpinkboots · 7 months

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Could you write A fic where reader comforts a sick Mrs Lovett please?☺️

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~Sick!𝓜𝓻𝓼. 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓽𝓽 x Reader Headcanons~

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MRS. LOVETT MY BELOVED. We really need to fish her out of the furnace. Maybe we can piece her back together...she's probably fine, right

Summary: So, it turns out that being around the deathly smell of corpses all day long isn't good for anyone, no matter how used to the smell they may be.

Note 1: This is 100% safe for people with emetophobia to read.

Note 2: For any violent fics I write (such as this one), I will be using warning tags so you can filter them out if needed.

Warning(s): Sickness, corpses, mentions of cannibalism, blood, mentions of death/murder, mentions of body horror, rotting, gore

~Enjoy~

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𝓜𝓻𝓼. 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓽𝓽

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~After getting used to the stomach churning smell of rotting, peeling flesh, lovely Mrs. Lovett had assumed she'd be fine.

~She worked with corpses all day, anyway, and nothing had happened to her. She hadn't fallen ill.

~Heaving the bodies up into the meat grinder. Using sharp knives that easily could bust a blood vessel with one slice to chop off fingers and toes. She was no longer disgusted by the iron scent of blood that occasionally splattered onto her dress when she was careless about work that day.

~But her body certainly didn't agree with it.

~She eventually found herself feeling rather ill and unwell, but of course, she had to keep going. It's not like she could stop now, when the bodies were piling up and people wanted to be fed.

~Her shop was finally doing well, thanks to the "secret ingredient". She was not only feeling ill, but was overworked, as well, people left and right to feed and serve.

~And one day, it eventually caught up with her. Lovett simply couldn't handle it anymore, and found herself sick. This was going terribly. How could she keep up? Sweeney couldn't do all the work himself.

~Ah, but she had one last resort. Her lovely, loyal friend, perhaps the only other person in the world she could trust with with a morbid secret.

~You, of course!

~You've come to help out in the shop when since she's down for the count.

~She appreciates the work you do around the shop for her while she's sick, and offers to pay you for doing it.

~Would like if you read to her for awhile to get her mind off of how ill she feels.

~Always reaches over to give your hand, arm, or knee a thankful little squeeze.

~Mrs. Lovett also insists that you don't spend TOO much time around her, though, worried that she'll get you sick as well.

~She think it to be sweet that you come to check on her every now and then.

~When she's better, she'll look at you fondly and kiss your forehead in thanks while she gives you a brief ruffle to the hair. She wants to make sure that you know she appreciates you taking care of her.

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jokeringcutio · 1 year

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Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

<3 Wow, since I've been writing fanfics for years, I have so many to choose from. But let me stick to my reader-insert-focused darker fics that I post on this account.

The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours – Fandom: Joker 2019, Pairing: Arthur Fleck/Joker x (Female) Reader. Explicit with lots of warnings. By far my proudest (and smuttiest?) work.

By far a number one position. Not only do you people seem to love it, I have received so many messages of readers going back to the story for the umpteenth time to reread it all. (And you have no diea how those little messages strengthened me when my health abandoned me). You devour it. And even I have been rereading my own tale several times and enjoyed it. So yes, I definitely want to write an ending to it. I also have plans to have the full story out before Joker 2 comes out.

Fun fact: The entire fic was inspired by the gif I added above)

Pine Cone Child – Fandom: Enola Holmes, Pairing: Enola Holmes/Linthorn (one-sided & Noncon), Enola Holmes & Sherlock Holmes. Explicit with lots of warnings.

I got a big thrill sending these chapters out into the world and found myself on a roll with this fic. The idea came with one scene, of a boy meeting his biological father, and realizing that he had a far more gritty past than he always had assumed. But to get to that chapter, I had to write many more. In the end, that chapter was never posted online. And the chapters I had finished about Enola and her mother visiting Linthorn’s grave and the chapter that was to follow after got lost when my laptop crashed. I was also too ill and too tired to write, so it never reached its end. I am not sure if I will ever finish this one. I think, it is pretty okay as it is. Even if I never got to the ending the whole idea sprouted from in the first placed. For now, it is on hold.

3. Removed Fics/Or old account fics:

The first multi-chapter fic became a success, many years ago. I will not name the title, the quality is shite compared to what I write now (still shite, but different shite). One of the first fandoms I wrote fanfiction in was Inu Yasha. The much-explored ‘Inu Yasha scampers off with Kikyo and Kagome finds comfort in Sesshoumaru’s arms’ was still new, there were about 20 fics or so about this pairing in English. The encouragement I received made me want to keep posting my work. I still receive reviews for these fics.

4. A deleted Sweeney Todd Smut fic, featuring Sweeney Todd x Lovett’s daughter. I might reupload this one day, perhaps as a reader insert.

But because I want to tag a tale: Have you tried reading my dark romance (aka, Reader let yourself be kidnapped by a slasher guy) The Chance to Make A Change. Fandom: The Black Phone. Pairing: Albert Shaw ( The Grabber ) x (f) Reader. Explicit. Loads of warnings.

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His – Fandom: Moon Knight, Pairing: Dr. Arthur Harrow x (f) Reader. Mature with warnings.

I am surprised by how much feedback and likes I received on this, even if the numbers of hits and kudos on AO3 are low. But for the short tale it is, I like it. Because it shows a budding relationship over time, cut into short chapters, and has a little evil twist at the end of it. Also, I could totally live with this happening to me, if I were the reader.

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No Family Man – Fandom: Joker 2019, Pairing: Arthur Fleck/Joker x (afab) Reader. Mature with warnings.

Another one of my fics I love to return to, and that was generally received well. It started as two imagines which I then combined. It has lots of personal experience elements in it that to me, make it all the more special. What they are, I will leave for you to guess.

I would love to finish the Princess and the Clown - Joker 2019 fanfic of Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader I once started. Perhaps rewrite it a little. Same for my Benvolio x Mercutio Hanahaki Story (you Shakespearean lovers might know me of my many Tybalt x Mercutio and Mercutio x basically anyone fics).

I have a few Star Wars Reader Inserts that were never finished but tickle my fancy. Mostly Reader x Kylo Ren or Reader x Hux (or both lol).

By far most of my proudest fanfics have been personal gifts to friends. It is how I started writing when in High School, and I still gift fics for people's birthdays. I especially like the Sherlock Holmes range I did for several friends, in which my friends always ended up being the evil masterminds who outsmarted Sherlock and Watson. But also, because I had illustrations to go along with these fics. <3

But first, I need to finish a whole list of unfinished works: starting with a Crimson Peak inspired modern reader au that has been pending for over 2 years, as well as the Joker fic mentioned on number one. Then there's a summery romantic Arthur Harrow x Reader tale I want to gift to someone on here, and a Harrow Patient x Reader fic that wants to be written in between.

ARGH!

Not to mention the many Arthur Fleck x Reader prompts I have pending. I LOVE YOU, KEEP SENDING ME STUFF <3

#personal note #Arthur Fleck #Arthur Harrow #Albert Shaw #Enola Holmes #Sweeney Todd #Inu Yasha #Sesshoumaru x Kagome #Reader inserts #Fanfiction rec

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modularvisuals · 2 years

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Art for Chrissy and Eddie’s Infinite Mixtape written by @little-scribblers-heart

#minor spoilers for fic but this is what I pictured for what Eddie doodled on Chrissy’s cast #fanart of fanfiction #Chrissy and Eddie’s infinite mixtape #I drew this as a tiled picture so it does actually wrap horizontally #messy the hampster is my favorite part of this #eddie x chrissy #hellcheer #eddissy #stranger things fanfiction #my background noise for this was Sweeney Todd 2014 at Avery Fisher Hall #and I realized I really should stop fussing with this drawing when I noticed the bows were happening #it only bothers my perfectionist brain a little bit that the proportions of this drawing wouldn’t actually fit a cast #I’m still looking for a better rough inking brush for krita #fics y’all should read #I can tell where on this drawing it got past my bedtime #I realized I missed the ‘86 after posting and so yes this post was edited about 24 hrs after originally putting it up #it was going to BOTHER me okay?

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imyourbratzdoll · 7 months

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𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ft werewolf logan howlett x omega reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆- 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 ft bigfoot kraven kravinoff x clueless reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓 ft demon jefferson x huntress reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔, 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 ft grim reaper morticia addams x naive reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 ft death ichabod crane x innocent reader.

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𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 ft scarecrow sweeney todd x oblivious reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 ft devil klaus mikaelson x purely sinful reader.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒂- 𝒐𝒉, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚 ft ghost captain jack sparrow x lost reader.

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𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅 ft black widow spider jane smith x clumsy reader.

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𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 ft ogre curtis everett x dumb reader.

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𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 ft minotaur sam wilson x astray reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕- 𝒐𝒉, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 ft clown damon salvatore x birthday girl reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 ft frankenstein bucky barnes, frankenstein’s monster edward scissorhands x indecisive reader.

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𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒓 ft wizard maxwell sheffield x student reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 ft witch santana lopez x victim reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚 ft siren rosalie hale x entranced reader.

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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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