#Evil Queen Grimhilde x Reader Drabble

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Evil Queen x Fem!AFAB!Reader ll Drabble

Plot: Your gentleman caller thinks you're being attacked by a goblin 🧝‍♂️ before his eyes. He doesn't know about you and your queen's escapades... not even the rumours.

*Inspired by Grumpy suggesting that she can turn herself invisible.

Warnings: This is VULGAR, guys. 'Ghost' sex, eating out, public sex, exhibitionism!!!, dubcon on your end (this is a whole surprise from her) and non con for your poor date. Horny lesbians this is for you.

You're out in the grounds on a walk with a possible suitor (one who obviously doesn't know about your dealings with the Queen. Not even the rumours. A foreign nobel), having stopped under a particularly pretty tree to talk - at a respectable distance from one another, -, when you feel it.

Soft lips on your neck. You're startled, eyes widening for a moment. What in the worl-

The lips, belonging to someone apparently invisible standing between you and the nobel talking on about grain to you, press another cool, lingering kiss on your neck before trailing more of them all the way up your neck- leaving heat all over your skin in their wake. Then theirs a hot breath on your ear and you're truy wondering whether possiblh a malevolent castle ghost, or a goblin or something equally devious and scary has taken interest in you- when Hilda's voice whispers ever so softly in your ear. So soft you almost mistake it for the wind.

"Don't react just yet, pet. Let him think everything is fine... "

The words make you nervous but excitement licks at your insides, too, like a flame; A very bad flame that you should put out. You should, you should, you will...

You can't. You've always been weak when it came to the wills of Grimhilde, your Queen. She could make you do anything far too easily, like some sort of siren. You let her teach you things, familiarise you with things... no Lady should know about.

Like how to kiss, and how to use ones lips and tongue on another lady under her skirts when its just the two of you, and the feeling of two wet 'pussies' gliding against eachother... not to mention that vulgar word... You can't help eagerly anticipating whatever she has in store for you right now. Even if it is a wholly innapropriate moment, and you feel terrified that this man will notice, or see something, and call you horrible names. Ruin your reputation. Ruin you.

As if the Queen hasn't already done that.

Except for your reputation, which is still intact by a loose string in this palace- if only because she handles the rumours. 'Gets rid of them'. How? You're not sure. And you're afraid to ask.

While Hilda continues to leave tantelising ghost kisses all over you, your jaw line and the little sensitive spot where your jaw ends just under your earlobe (There she sees it fit to glide her tongue gently, making you shiver when the breeze blows against the area), you try your best to listen to your date. He's talking about- what was he talking about again?? Oh god oh god!-

"Anyway- my apologies, I must be boring you. No one wants to talk about grain for an entire walk." Grain! Yes, it was grain! That was the topic! As Hilda moves over your chin and to the other side of your face and places a hand on your waist and you wonder shortly if her invisibility spell works on her clothes (or if she's naked right now), the nobel gives a lovely smile and nods. "What are you interested in? Do you read?"

Oh, he's kind. You feel bad for what's happening right now- but Hilda doesn't. Her hand starts to rub slowly up and down your side as she lathers you with kisses. "I do! U-um, recently I've been reading some old fables... a l-little childish, I realise, but they're in Portugese so I'm using them to, ah, learn."

"I think that's very admirable. What made you inclined to learn a foreign language?"

"I wish to travel. And, I figure, if I'm going to be there I should know how to communicate there." Hilda allows you to reply, before leaving a particularly sweet kiss to the corner of your lips. More then the corner. Almost half your mouth. You can't kiss back, though, even if you want to- that would surely be an odd sight.

"Very good." Your nobel date laughs, before going into another tangent- this time about Portugal. He's been there, apparently, and if you were listening you would be revited- but Hilda's kisses are straying down onto your throat. She sucks a little on her way down there before she gets to the neck of your dress, and you feel her smirk against your skin. If you didn't feel unbearably hot before, from the affections and the embarrassment, your skin would definitely boil now from the fluster. She's definitely doing this at least partly to torture you.

It's one of her favourite games.

When she starts kissing down your body, over the swell of your chest and down your corset area, your heart truly starts to beat hard in your chest. Like the wings of a bird fighting to stay in the air.

What is she doing!??

Your skirt is long, brushing against the beautiful green grass of the Queen's gardens (matching the gorgeous, magnificent trees you're under), so she can't possibly go any further!! The man with you would definitely notice!

Absolutely not. She wouldn't. That's too-

You feel breeze on your ankles that wasn't there before and the presence of a hand slpping up between your legs. Fingers rubbing one of your thighs.

The nobelman notices the slight lifting of your skirt, despite the lack of wind and the fact that your hands are far from your skirts, and raises a curious brow. "- I'm sorry, my lady, but there seems to be uh- some malfunction occuring with your dress... "

"Oh, um, I'm not sure- " How to lie about this.

The feeling of Hildas hand rubbing your thigh, along with all the kisses before (and, you'd hate to ever be made to admit it- but the danger of the situation as well) are making you feel familiar tingles in your lower area. A greasy slick is beginning to drench your thighs, and you can't take it!! A dark part of you wants her to continue whatever she's doing.

Make you come, right there.

In front of this man. Out in the open. You know it would be the biggest orgasm you'd ever experienced so far, the most pleasure she had shown you so far, even though you know you would be

Mortified.

And the damage to your reputation, by way of this nobleman, would be irreparable.

- Yet, you feel it in your soul, and between your thighs, that you want it.

... that doesn't mean you have to be slave to those feelings, though. You can stop this, you know it. You should.

Hilda can't possibly make you go through with this, can she?

Even though her fingers are now starting to stroke your dripping wet folds, your skirts raising up higher as they probably glide up her shoulder. You just know that she must look devious. Evil, as they call her in the villages.

... you're about to speak up again, suggest you both (you and your date) go back to the castle- but then something happens that makes your stomach completely flip. The nobleman's eyes blow open wide and he looks horrified.

"G- goblin! A goblin has you!!"

The nobleman grabs for his sword after Hilda pushes your skirts all the way up to reveal you to the outside world, but he's quickly shot with a spark of some kind of magic; sparks of fire erupting from the handle of his blade and causing him to drop it instead kf valiantly 'rescue' you. He goes to grab it again, hurried and clumsy, but another shot of magic makes him still.

"H- " You try to say Hilda, and the nobleman (fully conscious with his wide eyes stuck on you- or more specifically your glistening folds) probably thinks you were going to say help. But it doesn't matter either way, as that is the moment Hilda starts to play with your clit. A choked moan forces its way up through your throat, the sensation of her soft, dexterous fingers rubbing prompt circles in the middle of your folds- spreading your wetness all over your lips. Oh god!- oh fuck!

Your thighs beg to part more widely, give your Queen more room to rub you and finger you, make you cum, but you refuse them. No, no. This can't be happening. Fine, you will allow the man watching to think you're being attacked by an evil forest creature- but you won't spread yourself out before him and give yourself over. Even if it feels magical. No. You can't. You have to at least look like you're in distress! You must!

Hilda starts rubbing her finger in a line through your lips, stroking skilfully against your clit as if it were her own she were pleasuring. It's not, though. It's not her. Its you. She's using yours.

Before you can even think anymore, you feel her juicy wet tongue slide against your pussy, a hot flat stroke all over. A sigh slips out of you, your hips twitching.

Oh fuck- your eyes snap up to the noblemans as Hilda continues to lick you, taste you, take away your fucking sanity.

He's still watching, he saw your face change from horror to pleasure. His brows are furrowed in horror, concern and... confusion. Are you liking this!?? Being taken by a damn fae creature!?

You're so close to just giving in now, because how much worse can it really get with this guy, when Hilda's tongue dips between your delicious folds and her lips touch your delicate private skin. Her tongue is just as adept as her fingers, scooping into you and playing with your clit like a filthy whore would in a brothel (you would never tell her such a thing, but she's aware), and you completely give in.

Your feet step apart in order to make more room for your majesty between your wet thighs so she can kiss and fondle your hole even more with her tongue. She smirks once again into your skin and you hear a devious giggle; her fingers coming up between your thighs again and holding open your folds for her to abhse your hole more directly with her dirty, hungry tongue.

For the gentleman to see better, of course. You know thats what she meant, that's what she would say. At this point you're completely hers. She could make you do anything with her tongue deep in your hole like this, your pussy absolutely loving the feel of her fucking you with it in the open air, clear for this man to watch and see. You notice he has a bulge in his nice pants as well a damp spot, and you look away; closing your eyes.

He deserves a bit of respect. What you can give him, at least. Even if that's just pretending to not notice his arousal at your situation.

Before too long a finger slips into your hole instead of her tongue, digging in deep and stretching your walls so much better then her tongue could. You start moaning more frequently, rocking your hips onto her hand. She adds another finger, ripping you open so good, and then one more, and all 3 begin to thrust firmly in and out of your tiny squishy hole. Your moaning is unabashed now and you know the nobleman is seeing you stretched open in front of him but you can't bring yourself to care at all anymore. In fact- it might be making it feel better, that you're being watched- and wanted.

Your hips roll in the air and one of your hands dissapears into your hair; tugging at the strands and begging Hilda. Pleasepleaseplease. Makememakememakeme. Ijusywannacomeijustwannacome!

When her tongue comes back to you as well as her fingers, licking at your hard clit, you open your eyes a crack and see the man once more before you're sure Hilda will 'get rid of him' like she does all the rumours about you. He looks a terrible mess, caught between horror and lust, and it sends you over the edge.

One more hard thrust from Hilda, her curling her fingers inside you to rub viciously at your tight meaty walls squeezing her, hitting your sweet spot so beyond perfectly, and you come harsher than you ever have before.

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Evil Queen x Fem!AFAB!Reader ll Drabble

Plot: 💋💋💋 Hilda in the 🛁🛁🛁 at 🌓🌓🌓. Also some 💕💕💕.

Warnings: Graphic makin' out naked in the tub. That's it.

Tagging: @disney-android-foundation , @marinerainbow , @ryantryan6969 and @spookiifi . Hey guys! I hope y'all like it and have a wonderful day ^^ 😅💜💜💜

Water sloshed out the sides but you barely even noticed, settling down in your fair queen's lap and connecting your lips. Your legs hang over her hips and interlock at the ankles around her back, and you feel encompassed by soft soft skin- you think if God truly thinks that there is something wrong with this, then you and the Devil may get along after all.

Hilda's sharp fingernails graze up your body, leaving gentle trails of water and her touch along your skin until she finds your hair clip. After slipping it out of your hair, letting it loose from the tight bun it was in so it falls softly over your shoulders and your back, just the tips becoming wet from the water, she discards the thing over the side of the bath. It makes a light clatter on the stone floor but you're far too preoccupied to think about it. To care.

The warm water envelopes you, filling in all the empty places, and her lips are so soft. You're barely kissing yet, just brushing against each other, but you know your lady; And this wont be enough for her, not for long.

"Its been a long week, pet... I don't have the patience to offer for your teasing that I usually do... "

From under heavy eyelids, Hilda gives you a heated look that's needful and threatening in equal measure and her fingers that have made their way back down under the depths- squeeze and scrape against your sides, drawing you into her. A gasp slips out of you from the pain (Or did you fake it? Give her an opportunity?), and she finally seals her lips with yours and slips her tongue into your mouth.

No pretenses. Hilda doesn't hold anything back, ever. And you are in no position to deny her, the heat in the pit of your belly growing so much hotter and the knot tightening exponentially as you feel her taste you; Tilting your head and parting your lips further for her. You moan and you try to fight her, taste her back, make her just as much a mess as she so damn effortlessly makes you. But she just takes, and takes. Whatever you give, she swallows down, tasting every part of your mouth that she can find. Her tongue isn't nearly as purposeful as the rest of her, it runs completely on instinct, but that's all-the-more endearing to you. She knows what she wants (You, its always you) and she's fervent in stealing it. Making you give it. After all, she's a queen... if she wants it, it already belongs to her.

Including you; You belong to her. You're fine with that.

Continuing to feel her lips and lick her tongue, you cant help yourself from reaching between you both to cup your hands around her chest; Perfectly round handfuls, and you feel obscene- but you just want to feel them. So heavy, you love to squeeze them and rub her soft nipples with your thumbs.

That makes her even more rabid for you, too. She raises her neck off the lip of the tub in order to crash her lips even more firmly against you, the feeling of your self-indulgent hands on her tits spurring her on. She wants you. She so, completely, unadulteratedly wants you.

And god, god, god (Satan, satan, satan)- you need her, damnit. With her breasts in your palms for you to kneed and feel and gently squeeze, and her core sitting tantalisingly against yours (wet in more ways then just the one), and the whole room lit up by candles around you both... you feel starving. Desperate. Aching for something apparently unholy, that only she can provide.

And she has to provide it right now. You need it as soon as possible. The little demon in you is impatient and crude and insatiable.

... But you'll force it quiet, mash it down, curb its screeching. You want this to last.

This is the best feeling in your twenty summers and you wont see it off so quick as that little bastard deep inside you wants to feed.

Your kisses have become languid, now, boiling hot and all-tongue. You're a moaning mess in her mouth and the knot feels like it is completely ablaze inside you. Meanwhile Hilda has the situation completely under control; She has you by the tongue and by the skin of your thighs under her misleadingly dainty-looking, strong fingers (Little-known fact about your fair lady; Years of piano have made her fingers tough like rope. You love to hold them when you're alone... when she's not gripping you, like this), and she's taking,.. taking,.. taking.

You're a weak, moaning creature draped over her lap and she loves it. She begins to smirk against your mouth, when suddenly- one of those hands snaps around your throat and you stop kissing.

It takes you a moment to come back from heaven (Or was it hell? You're all turned around. Is Hilda an angel or a devil?), but when you do (Eyes cracking open again hesitantly, to see her vibrant green ones glaring at you- you don't think she knows how to look at someone in another way. You don't mind it; You like it.) you feel a rush of heat race straight to your core. The water in this bath has to be at least part you, at this point.

The look on her face is completely sinful (So she's a devil, then. ... You find you don't care nearly as much as you should. Or, at all), contemplative and mischievous. Its the look she takes when she's gazing over her maps, taking in her land; And deciding what to do with it. How to manipulate it for her gain.

"Mm... yes... "With a thoughtful look in her poisonous green eyes, Hilda raises her chin. "That should have done it... "

Blinking, still half-lost, you look at her in confusion. "... What?"

"I'm sure you're fully ready for me now, is all my pet." She smirks, and as her hand under the water slides against your hard slit your eyes light up immediately with realisation; Your hips buck the tiniest bit, too. "Of course, I was right... little whore... "

As her fingers sink slowly, deep into your heat, your mouth falls open and she watches your reactions like a snake; A predator underneath all those lotions and lip tints.

A very fair predator, that you're totally in love with.

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The Evil Queen x Lover!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Pretty boring 😅 Just a moment alone with Hilda. Oh and you've been listening to too much English politics.

Warnings: Cheating (The King is alive here), and talk of real historic people and events (Tudors).

The sounds of the door creaking open and the rustling of a dress wake you up from your dozing rest. Luckily you weren't fully asleep; you were still above the covers. You had been reading a few books late into the night, those pages still open around you on the blankets although your candle went out sometime after your eyelids fell closed.

Hilda closes your creaking door shut again behind her her own candle burning bright beside her face, before moving over to the bed and sitting down beside you. Her soft lips find yours in a warm, soft kiss that wakes you up the rest of the way; her tongue drawing out a soft, sleepy moan from you.

When her lips separated from yours, you followed her and sat up; picking up her hand that wasnt still holding up the candle, in both yours. "... What are you doing still awake?" You ask, stroking your thumb over her knuckles.

She rolls her eyes, the irritation in every muscle of a her body clear now that you were fully awake. "The King's killing me."

That startles you, and your eyes widen. "-what???"

Another venemous green eyeroll, and a huff. "He's so stupid, so doting on that airheaded child of his, I cant take it."

Oh thank god, you think, relaxing again. Doesn't she know you're on edge these days, what with all that's happening in England with that crazy Tudor King right now??? She must know. She must say these things to scare you. Shaking your head, you give your royal lover a bemused grin. "Do you know what you just did to me??"

A smirk quirks at the corner of lips, but only for just a second before she shakes her head and makes it dissapear. "Nevertheless- I can't sleep in that bed with him."

"Well you can't sleep here, love." You say, incredulously. "I would love you to- but how do you think servants will react when they see their beautiful, dishevelled queen slipping out of her ladies room in the morning?? Imagine the rumours, Hilda."

"Oh, that I'm a filthy witch queen who kisses women?" Another amused smirk slips across her red lips, and this one stays put. The candle lights her face up in soft orange and the pretty, comforting crackling sound fills your ears.

"Yes, which is true, which is the most damning kindof rumour. Just look at England right now." Your voice raises a few decibells, filling with worry. "Anne Bolyn was beheaded, because some people said she had an extra finger we both know, Hilda, that she didn't have- "

"Yes, Y/N, but my husband is a weakling."

"-and then he divorced poor Anne of Cleves because she wasn't as pretty! And she's beautiful. Are you hearing me Hilda?? These King's are crazy- "

"English politics are truly bothering you, aren't they."

Embarrassed and sputtering, you try to deny that, but can't, and close your mouth. Hilda gives a chuckle at this. "Thats it, no more English politics for you, dear."

"What? But- "

"No."

You sigh, lowering your face and looking to Hilda's hand in your lap. Not a wrinkle or age spot to be seen despite passing her 30's years ago, thanks to her creams and tonics.

"... and I will be staying here." She tells you, a no-arguments-thank you kind of tone in her voice. The softer sister to the dangerous, stern tone she uses in court with everyone there. Carefully she leans past you and sets her candle on your side-table, atop a few more books on topics such as dangerous flowers, teas all over the world, and ancient histories. Then she hooks a cold finger under your chin and raises your face to look up at her; speaks in a low whisper. "Isn't it your job to keep your Mistress happy?"

"... " Finally you give a sigh; giving in to her. To hell with the rumours that might spread. You want her here; you want her to stay. "Well yes, your majesty. Thats true."

After another kiss, the Queen quietly starts going through the books strewn about on your bed. You began reading again, occasionally showing Hilda something interesting. Half an hour passed this peacefully, until Hilda says something supposedly 'off-hand' that causes you to thrust your book down back onto the bed.

"... oh, and I probably shouldn't tell you now that the newest English queen has been imprisoned for adultery, should I- "

"The c h i l d?? Oh for gods sake. Should we be d o i n g something about this??"

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So, you're feeling gay, huh? 😏

Imagine that while you're with your Evil Queen, you two have to keep things secret (for now, she reassures you) because being gay back then was considered unholy. So as far as the historians in the future court knows, you two are just good friends... As such, one of the men felt like they had every right to walk up to you and ask you to walk with him around the castle gardens. You can see in his eyes that he's not interested in the stroll or the garden, and all you can think about is how enraged Grimhilde must be right now. (I know that since she has all the power, Grimhilde could have probably very easily been gay with you in public. I just like the forbidden secrecy that comes with historic gay lovers.)

Imagine with Cruella, you two got into an argument that day. Not too bad, but you two are still angry at each other. And you just so happen to be a spiteful bitch; Cruella says you can't do better than her? Let's see how she'd like you flirting with another model or designer at some formal event you guys had to attend (bonus points if the one you were flirting with particularly gets on Cruella's nerves. Whether that be because they're an oaf or they're a rival designer).

Remember that Jane the Killer x bisexual!Reader drabble you wrote? Imagine that for your guys' anniversary, you have your own 'prom night' with her since you didn't get to go with her that night. Maybe you guys decorate your house or a small part of the Slender forest, you get a mix tape or a playlist ready, your guys' best attire for the night on, and just dance together. Just the two of you enjoying each other's company with the luxury of privacy.

Imagine providing Reba the big break from people she needs. You bring by some of your guys favorite alcohol so you don't have to go out to the bar (or just any drink of your choosing. Reba can't drink on work nights anyway), grab one or two of your guys' favorite dumb movies to watch, order some takeout, and just relax with your tired milf girlfriend ^^

This one is a bit more self-indulgent on my end and kind of more like an idea for a fanfic (I like coming up with plots for mult-chapter X reader stuff, even though I know I'll never get down to writing them xD). Imagine that you were intended to be one of the annual Halloween victims of the Firefly family, but Baby took a liking to you. And you quickly took a liking to her. She was so much more fun and lively than your let-down of a boyfriend. During her Halloween show, and Baby gets to the part where she flirts with the boys in the crowd, she instead goes to you.

That's all I got right now. Soft stuff for the horror icons, and drama/kinda darker stuff for the Disney gals XD (idk why but it's easier for me to imagine mainly darker stuff for Disney, and mainly fluffy stuff for horror). I hope this provided the homo-serotonin you needed ^^

Oh my god these were a blessing to wake up to!!!

Evil Queen: Oh my goodness. Imagine this happens in court; Like, the throne room. And there's Hilda on her throne, sitting regal and bored and ready to poison someone, and there's you at her side looking as if you're asking her if she needs anything but really you two are just chatting- when Antony, this Nobel dude, strolls over and (First of all greets the queen. Then- ) asks you for a walk right in front of Hilda. Right in front of her two eyeballs. Less then a foot from her feet. Disgusting; How dare.

You immediately go to accept, for appearances like she's always talking about, but she immediately demands (Bluntly, and rudely, just as you're reaching for Antony's hand) for you to go fetch her a mug of ale.

Antony and you look at her (Him like 'Oh no, oh damn, the queen needs something. I better piss off, bye bye- ' and you like 'Are you serious??') and Hilda just gives a dainty shrug, like 'I'm very parched'.

Cruella De Vil: This is amazing XDD I love reader being a spiteful bitch with Cruella XDD Imagine you flirt with ALONZO to get on her nerves XD Like, he is so pathetic- and so easy- and Cruella hates him so much for being such a gross sycophant with her.

Plus, this means that instead of schmoozing other brands like you're there to do, you are hanging out in a corner with the 'help', which really pisses Cruella off. She tries to demand (/threaten) you go talk with some CEO's at the drink table, but you just give her a dainty shrug and an evil smile. You absolutely love pissing this woman off. She's terrifying and mean and its addictive. "I'm actually having a great time with Alonzo! Did you know he breeds chickens at home?" "Ugly, pathetic creatures are chickens." "Well, I want to learn more about it. But please!- be free to go talk to those men over there on your own ^^ You have my permission ^^ "

Jane The Killer: Yes I remember this!! I was genuinely quite proud of that one ^^ And ohhhh, this is so so sweet <3

(Note, I'm running out of time as I respond to this- I have to go to work XD So it's not that I like these ones less, it's that I don't have time to write a whole lot in responce!!! )

Reba: REBAA reba reba. We need to talk about her so much more, she is so cool <3<3<3 AND THIS SOUNDS SO GOOD XD I need this, haha XD Imagine sitting with her, your legs Twisted up with eachother onto of the coffee table and you're making fun of a beloved dumb movie together <3<3<3 Ahhh I love this so much ^^

Baby Firefly: Like I've said before, self indulgence is very very welcome here!! ^^ And I love this idea! And you would be so in her trap because like- just look at her, Baby is so so pretty and so sweet (Sometimes XD) ^^ <3 <3 <3 If she treated me how she treated that guy from the Office, I would be soooo very dead XD 😅😅😅