#rickmaniac

You received the summons two days before your birthday.

It came folded neatly, but despite its neat appearance, you could feel the brutal hand that pressed down on the wrapping when preparing it. The seal was real, not some fake or fabricated joke sent by one of the sullen suitors you had refused. This message was painfully authentic, and it made your skin crawl to think of what you might find inside. Everyone avoided it at all costs to go through the judicial system, but the letter in your hand, you feared, gave you no choice. You sighed, opening it with shaky hands, nearly dropping it as you picked up the message inside.

The clerk who delivered the message did not linger. He did not raise his head.

"Are you Lady Y/N L/N?" He inquired, and upon receiving a positive answer, he passed you the summons and disappeared down the poorly illuminated streets. You had no time to ask anything else, and then it dawned on you what this meant for your reputation and safety. Neither did you want to ask any other questions, perhaps feeling it was better to discern the possible directions you could take on your own.

You retreated home and kept the terrible news to yourself, trying to come up with an idea that could save you. If only you'd know the matter, if only you had the vaguest idea of what the case should be about! But you had nothing of the kind, only the letter which said you should present yourself in two days at the Court for the first hearing.

On your very birthday.

That night, you did not sleep. How could you? Plagued by worries and concerns about what this was all about, all you did was shift and squirm in your bed until the sun appeared on the horizon, announcing another day. You looked terrible, the dark circles under your eyes proclaiming without the shadow of doubt the concerns which ailed you.

At last, what other choice did you have? The night had been a good time to ponder your options, and you found yourself deciding that in the morning, you would go and speak to the Judge. If there was a man who would know the cause of this, it had to be him. Equally so, if there was a man who could help you get out of this unscathed, it had to be Judge Turpin.

But how you feared him. You heard what a ruthless man he could be, how high the payment he asked for in exchange for his help and the prospect of what he might ask of you shook you to the core. But with no alternatives in sight, speaking to the Judge was the only plausible turn of events.

You knew where he lived, but then again, everyone did and tried to avoid it. But not you. You had to walk willingly into the trap that his home was. You had to be a mouse going for the cheese whilst knowing a cat was eyeing you.

At last, your steps brought you to his home. Your hand reached to knock, but before you could, the door fell open by itself and behind the wooden entry stood a man whose eyes became glued to you.

You gasped and took a step back, but the man's immediate reaction was to change his dangerous gaze into a theatrical one, warmer and more inviting, and to wave you inside.

"I apologise, I must have frightened you." Despite his kind words and his warm tone, you detected the malice behind them. But you had no way to prove his malignancy, and so all you could do was nod. "So then I have? My apologies. Please, miss. Come in and allow me to make up for my brashness."

You nodded quietly, walking past him and inside, gulping as he shut the door and locked it behind you. He guided you to his Sitting Room, then began to saunter around the room, his hand tracing over the smooth wooden surface of his shelves.

"Now then, I believe you coming to my home was no accident, would it be correct to assume that?"

"Yes, Judge Turpin. I came with a problem that I hoped, perhaps, you could aid me in fixing?"

The Judge forced the smirk on his face to remain restrained as he turned to glance at you. He knew what this was about already, but it was far more interesting to let you cry about your fears so that he could once again prove a gentleman and oblige you. For a price, of course.

"Speak, miss. I am listening."

You took out the summons with shaky hands and tried to offer it to him, but he raised a brow and dismissed it in ignorance. He did not need to see something he already knew. He wanted to hear you beg, not read the words he saw every day.

Not wanting to anger him, you hid the letter and cleared your throat. "Tomorrow I must present myself for a hearing. I don't even know what this is about! I don't understand, Judge. I have never done anything to disregard the laws, I have not angered or harmed anyone as far as I am aware!" You nearly broke down, causing the Judge to look down at you with a pity that engulfed his lust.

"Judge, I pray you help me. Enlighten me, I beg you, at least tell me what this is all about!"

The Judge sighed, feigning innocence and gentleness as he came over to you, sitting by your side. He was close, his thigh and knee pressed against yours on the small settee. You stared down at the point of contact between your thighs, but not wanting to anger him or change his compassionate attitude, you stayed hushed about this inelegant choice of his.

"My dear miss," He took your hands in his, his eyes filled with a simulated empathy you nearly shuddered seeing. "You know I couldn't do that. It would not be fair of me to take the case and sway it in your favour." He couldn't care less about the case, he just wanted you to become desperate and promise to give him anything he asked for.

"Oh, I am done for..."

He squeezed your hands in his, too suggestive for comfort. "But seeing you in this state, and knowing your day of birth is nearing, oh, how unfortunate." You hadn't mentioned that your birthday was coming, so that put you on your guard quite a bit. "You sweet soul, if only I could overstep my duty and aid you, if only there were a way."

"Judge, please! There must be something you could do! At least tell me what this is all about!"

"I am afraid not, miss." The Judge sensed your growing desperation and, equally, the growing lust in his groin.

"Please! Do you desire- compensation?" You suggested, hand going to your pocket, but he stopped it in a rush.

"I am insulted that you might think money can buy my honesty, miss! I do not desire such insolent bribes." He rose to his feet dramatically, pretending to leave. But in the rush, you grabbed his arm, and he knew in that moment that he won.

"Please. Is there really nothing?"

There was a pause as he turned on his feet toward you, walking you back down on the settee, making you sit down on it again. He towered over you with a treacherous grin on his lips.

"Perhaps, there is something you can give me to help your case."

"No, this is not something I can offer you. There has to be another way."

"There is not, miss." The Judge hooked his hand in the collar of your dress, finger curled around the ribbon, tugging you closer by it. "You either give me what I want, or you run along, and I will see you tomorrow at the Court. And be sure that if you do not obey now, I will not be lenient tomorrow."

You stared at him in horror, following him to his bedroom chambers, almost dragged by the strong hold he had on your collar. You felt like a dog, pulled around and forced into servitude.

"You did not tell me you would be the one on my case!"

"I see no mention anywhere that I should give you such information. It is in my power to tell or withhold what might affect the case." He pushed you down on the bed, beginning to loosen his cravat and tossing it to the side. "Now, if I were you, I would think twice. Remember, your sentence is in my power, and I would not deny the Judge what he wants."

You fell back on his bed, pushing yourself away, against the headboard, while he loosened his clothes one by one, subjecting you to this twisted show.

"You, miss, have an easy choice," Turpin told, his calmness making you shudder. "You let me have my way with you. You cry about how much you like it, and I swear on my honour that you'll walk scot-free tomorrow." He neared the bed, dropping down on it and beginning to crawl your way with a smirk as he trapped you beneath him. "Or you could try to run away, but I won't promise that it will save you. In fact, you might end up giving me what I want while also ruining even your tiniest chance at a victory tomorrow. So? I believe you've never had an easier choice to make."

You knew he was right, and you couldn't argue. It was one thing to ask for his help due to his experience, but if he mandated your case, it was a different story. Knowing that his verdicts depended solely on his mood made you accept. You were reluctant, but agreed.

The Judge licked his lips and praised your clever thinking as he pushed his hands up, under your dress, lifting it enough to confer him a good position. He could slip between your thighs and hold you down. He loved to be rough. To be sadistic. The Judge thrived on having you captured and unable to do anything but take it. You let your head drop back on his pillows and watched as he struggled unceremoniously out of his trousers and yanked you closer by the thighs. His grip was rough and unforgiving, leaving your flesh bruised and sore, but you took it.

"I expect you to tell me how much you love it while I defile you. Have I made myself clear?"

Before you had the chance to agree, he was already forcing his way inside you, holding you down, and drilling his hips forcefully against yours, pounding at a hellish pace, enough to draw a loud moan from you. Was it pain? Was it pleasure? What was it you couldn't tell, and he didn't care. He needed to hear your sounds, whatever they might mean, to know he was conquering you, and you could only take it because he was in control.

He grasped your wrists when you tried to put your hands on him and pinned them down to the bed, driving them forcefully into the mattress, with the same virility with which he thrust his cock inside you. The Judge was enjoying his bribe thoroughly, claiming it without shame.

"I love it."

You cried in an attempt to please him further, and when he heard your words, so obedient and willing to satisfy him, he growled into your shoulder and released one of your hands only to choke you, hand squeezing your neck. Not enough to cut your air supply completely, but enough to make you lightheaded.

"Again."

"I love it."

"Good."

He didn't care if you loved it or not, but he loved the power he had over you. The power to make you cry out that you wanted more like a whiny slut on his cock. It was his pleasure that counted, and he felt it thoroughly. He felt his cock twitch inside you with every thrust of his hips, with every roll of his body into yours, with every gasp for air as you tried to push his hand away from your neck.

He loved what he saw. The Judge felt a thrill that made him jolt with pure unbridled pleasure, and before long, his body matched the ecstasy of his mind, his impeding release turning so urgent that not even he could have controlled it had he wanted to. He didn't want to, though, and so he emptied himself inside you without remorse or a care about the consequences, which you would have to carry with you had his irresponsible gesture the potential to turn into far more daunting outcomes.

As for your pleasure? He didn't know if you had any orgasms, but it wasn't his job to care. You had given him what he wanted for his help, so after a while, he pulled away from you and lay by your side. He didn't hurry you away for now, his mind going over what he had to do next.

After a while, when you seemed to have recovered enough to stand on your feet, he instructed you to leave and to put the case out of your concerns because he would respect his end of the deal and aid you.

You walked away with the promise that you won't even have to come to the Court tomorrow. You felt overjoyed despite being profaned by him, yet how could you know?

How could you know the summons was a false one, a pretext for the Judge to claim a ripe fruit before anyone else could have a taste? He had eyed you for a long time, and your upcoming birthday worried him. What if an unskilled lad had the luck to get his hands on you before he could? No. That would not happen.

And so, he made sure of it.

Would you ever know? No. He had made sure.

“Where are we?” Your gaze flew over the billowing landscape drenched in sparkling snow beyond. “This isn’t—” “No, it isn’t. We are hours from—” “What the hell did I do?!” you shrieked, rising so fast your head hit the van’s roof and you winced a curse. “I robbed a bank. I robbed the bank!” you groan-screamed while leaning forward, rubbing at your head while red, yellow, pink and green dots flitted past your vision before orange and purple made them fade out to nothing. “I robbed a bloody bank! The bank I work at! Bloody hell…”

Panic surged as you stumble-jumped out of the van. Drawing deep breaths, you tried to shake your head to make it make sense, and then his steady hand took hold of yours with a warmth so arresting it had your breath stuttering for a second as you jerked and looked at him.

“Süße, tapfere kleine Süße,” he said in that deep drawl, and you found yourself squeezing his glove-clad hand. “You are a brave one—” he chuckled while reaching up to close your open mouth for you “—and I shall keep you, like a friend for the holiday. A friend who likes to play.” His voice was such a deep purr, it sent shivers down your spine. “A friend? That doesn’t quite sound like what I had in mind…” you whispered, smiling shyly yet boldly at the gorgeous man. He chuckled. “Is that so?” You nodded slowly. “Well, then perhaps we should clarify that the type of friend I have in mind, would be the kind with benefits, as it’s so lightly called.”

All of it was bizarre — obviously — but your body still tingled, your mind still blurred and a certain mischievous streak of fun wickedness surged in you at his closeness. Something about the man speaking with such a charming smile, such an enthralling accent, and such an inviting gorgeousness with that secret hint of being bad… it had you hooked.

He held up the candy cane again. “We’ll eat all the candy canes.” He smiled and handed it over to you. “We’ll have some fun, Süße. Take a trip down Candy Cane Lane with me?” You snorted a laugh, warmed and intrigued in a stupidly comical way. “I’ll be a friend who loves to play, and eat all the candy canes you offer. But only if you make sure I’ll have enough candy canes for a lifetime.” “A lifetime, hm?” he asked while snaking an arm around your waist before pulling you close. “Your teeth will deteriorate.” You burst out laughing. “Rot. My teeth will rot,” you chuckled while reaching up to lay your arms around his shoulders. “What name shall I make the dentist send the bill to?” “Gruber, Süße. Hans Gruber.” “Hans…” You tasted the name, liking it instantly as it suited him somehow perfectly.

Hans purred a chuckle. “Who will the bill be from?” His eyes flitted down to your parted lips. “I shall make you visit the dentist often to keep those pretty teeth." “That is the weirdest declaration… erh, compliment, I’ve ever heard.” You laughed and felt a strange sort of liberation unfurl within your gut. “But it’s Y/n Y/l/n. But I prefer whatever it is you’re calling me already.” “Süße?” he asked, arching a brow while smirking. “It means cutie. For you are. Quite the cutie.” “Cutie? Hm, alright, handsome.” “Oh? Handsome, hm?” You nodded, grabbing the lapels of his coat. “Handsome as hell,” you declared.

The cold wind of December swept by your legs. “I might really be under some winter wizard’s spell, because I just robbed a bank for you and am now on the run from the law. I’ve doomed myself forever, and it’s all your fault, Mr Handsome-German-Robber.” “Not your average day, I presume?” “Ha! Definitely not.” “Could it become it?” “An average day to rob a bank?” Your eyes bulged for a second before you blinked rapidly at Hans — who seemed absolutely serious. “Why not? Everything is possible.” “True, Christmas is the time of miracles, and it would truly be one if the one who arrested me so instantly, is now arrested by me as harshly.” “Arrested? Pun intended or..?” He smirked as you chuckled at him. “I think I hit my head— HEY! Who hit me over the head?!” you barked while drawing your brows together as the memory surged.

Snow crunched, and you both turned to find a tall, broad-shouldered, huge blonde man standing by the front of the van. Hans chuckled dryly, holding out his hand openly toward the man. “That would be Karl. He’s not the smartest, but he’s strong and usually follows instructions well.” “Why’d he hit me over the head?” “Precaution. Knocking people out is the standard when transporting. He meant no offence, Süße.” Hans stepped closer, Karl glared without really glaring at all at you — he seemed a bit off, really. “I’d like to hit him over the head, smash a gingerbread house over that blonde hair,” you grumbled, still feeling the pulsing in your temple.

You sighed after a moment, Karl didn’t appear to understand what you were saying. “But I bet it wouldn’t phase him.” “Probably not, Süße. You are free to do it, though. If it makes you feel better.” “Nah, he looks like he doesn’t know any better.” How rude of me! The bloody people at the bank have infected me with rudeness. Oh— “Is that an automatic?” You pointed toward the large weapon hanging off the man’s shoulder, visible as the wind picked up and flapped his long coat out of the way. “Semi. Not afraid?” Hans asked, his accent thickening as he looked down at you with a certain sparkle in his grey eyes.

You tilted your head, pondering for a moment as you’d never seen any weapon up close until that very day. “I might have a concussion,” you declared with a laugh — but that wasn’t it at all. It just felt like you were free and living all of a sudden, as if robbing the bank and crashing out so irrefutably had you forced to just go with whatever was happening. Kinda freeing, kinda insane, I might have completely lost my senses but by the spirit of Christmas, I feel so bloody free.

Hans grabbed your waist anew, pushing a candy cane into your mouth so it hung out like an unlit smoke. “We’ll eat candy canes on our way to Switzerland, perhaps rob a bank or two?” “Sw-its-aland?” you asked with the candy cane in your mouth. He smiled, leaning you backwards while getting so close his breath fanned over your face. “Süße, you’ll come with me around the whole world.” Your eyes widened at that, a warmth tingled within you, and his thin lips planted the smallest of teasing kisses atop the tip of your cold nose.

“The whole world, tapfere kleine Süße.” You yanked out the candy cane with one hand while the other grabbed at his neck, holding on to keep your weight up as he nearly dipped you. “Meaning?” “Brave little cutie, more or less,” he said gently, a smile so charmingly disarming sent in your direction. “I might be going insane, but perhaps I can be that…” you whispered, leaning up slightly. “And if I can’t—” “There’s no can’t’s,” Hans interrupted quietly, his face a mere finger’s width from yours. “Everything is possible, Süße.” “Like taking a trip down Candy Cane Lane with a thief who might fall in love with a bank clerk turned robber?” Your eyes fluttered between his and those thin lips framed by such a lush beard; you swore to yourself you'd drag your fingers through it sooner rather than later. “Präzise,” he purred deeply, and then his lips were pressed against yours. A flurry of warmth and sparkles shot through your limbs, and the cold wind of December, prancing like a proud reindeer all around you, didn’t stand a chance at chilling you when he made you burst with warmth as he deepened the kiss with a groaned hum of want.

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