#Judge Claude Frollo x reader

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Could you do a NSFW Alphabet about Claude Frollo or any other Disney Villain you prefer?

Judge Claude Frollo NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Perhaps you wouldn't expect this but he gets very soft and cuddly. He's too tired and high on serotonine so for some time you don't see him scowling. Instead he just nuzzles his head in your chest and pulls you closer to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Claude doesn't pay that much attention to his look, he rather brags about his wisdom, power and righteousness but if he had to choose something, it would probably be his figure in general. The fact that he's tall and slender, yet still strong despite his age.

In your case, it would be your thighs. He likes to squeeze them, lay his head on them, have his head squeezed by them

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It isn't that important to him but if Frollo had to choose, he would decide to come inside of you. First, because he's catholic and it's one big breeding kink, second - because it makes him feel that he possesed you more.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You are his dirty secret. Other people probably don't suspect that Frollo has a lover and even if he makes it official, he wants everybody to thing that your the most proper christian couple, sleeping together only to make kids, in complete darkness, without any light, missionary and God forbid any additions to spice things up. If any of you have any marks from heated session, you must cover them and play a virgin in front of Paris.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I headcanon that before meeting you, Claude was a virgin or had maximum a few intercourses. In general, he was celibate in repressed, avoiding even thinking about carnal desires.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He doesn't have one, it depends on his mood. Sometimes he prefers missionary so he can be maximally close to you, sometimes he likes to take you from behind to dominate and overpower you, sometimes he likes you on top. There's no rule.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

To quote Cabaret: "You know this funny thing about Frollo? Yeah... there's nothing funny about Frollo". Maybe once now and then he says something funny, but it's usually morbid/dark/threatening. You know, his kind of humour.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't pay attention to it but he doesn't have much hair there anyway. They are small, delicate and gray.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Well, he's very passionate, that's for certain. He always fuck you as if it was his last day alive and he uses every opportunity to savour your body.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Remember when I said that Claude avoided even thinking about carnal desires? Well, that's not completely true. Sometimes when he was laying sleepless in bed, he gave into his urges and jacked off, wondering how would it be to break his vows and feel someone's warm touch. But he always had a great remorse later.

Now when you're together, he still jacks off but usually when you're away and he has no choice but to take care of himself. Other things that changed is that now he thinks about you; and he doesn't feel any guilt later.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

A lot. I already wrote many posts about his kinks so now I will just give a quick summary: Frollo is a switch. He likes to torture and dominate you, perhaps roleplay, but he's also a big sub with mommy kink. And he has a foot fetish.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He claims he's refined and picky, which is usually true but when it comes to sex, Frollo would take you wherever. Your bedroom, his office, dungeons of Palace of Justice, even his carriage. If he gets horny, he's not gonna wait until you come home.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I know it sounds cliche, but everything. Once you get into his bed, it goes like avalanche of repressed desires. Everything in you turns him on, you don't even need to tease him. Your look, your joke, the delicate touch of your hand. Oh, and also murder and torturing people but that's by the way.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Despite his tendecy to fuck in risky places, Frollo would rather avoid getting caught or let people know more details about your intimate life. He has reputation to uphold.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Claude loves it, no matter which way. He enjoys being waken up with a blow job but he also can spend hours just to give you pleasure.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the moment but he usually likes it rougher, no matter who is in control. Still, there are times when he just wants some sweet loving.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's all for quickies and nothing strange, considering how often he gets horny. No matter the place, he always can take you right here, right now.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As I said, when you break that first "oh no, it's a sin", Frollo is pretty much open to experiments as long as they stay a secret.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He isn't that young anymore but he still has some vitality in him. Anyway I would say that if he takes a little break after each round, he can last long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

How many toys existed in middle ages? Anyway, when it comes to basics like ropes and whips etc he's all for it but you would have to convince him to use a dildo for example. (It takes a bit convincing but it's not very hard)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't tease you (he likes to keep his image of stoic cold judge) but enjoys when you do it. He can't stand it for long tho and he quickly pulls you to the nearest private place.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He tries his best to stay quiet but he fails miserably. He only can hold back his moans a bit when you're in a more public place and Frollo has to avoid ruining his reputation (never stopped him from fucking you in the carriage tho)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It's a tough topic because it can as well be one of no's as one of the kinks. Perhaps both because forbidden fruit tastes better. In short: blasphemy kink and hierophilia. If you convince him to read scripture or wear a cassock during sex, he will be secretly really turned on.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

According to 1st law of dick, he's packin, but tbh i would adore his dick however it would look.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Bigger than you would thought in his age. He would probably like to fuck a few times everyday, start and end every day with your body (and enjoying it in breaks from his job).

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Rather fast. As much as he likes it, sex tires him, he isn't so young after all, so he needs a quick nap.

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Judge Claude Frollo - Piano lesson

warning : obsession, age gap, reader is in her early 20s/ Frollo is in his early 60s, some touching, Frollo is just well Frollo, naive reader

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The sound of the piano passed through the Judge's face as he ran his long thin fingers over the keys. The music in his room caught and the man fell into a melody, his thoughts stopped revolving around the eternal fight against injustice, sin and the gypsies and he could concentrate on his right and faith.

But whenever he played the higher notes, he could not help but let his thoughts go to her. This flower in the stone walls of a church. The church that protected her as the holy daughter of the Dean of Paris.

This sweet flower like from the prettiest dreams and poems did not let him go when he saw her for the first time. How she was wrapped in white and red cloth decorated with gold, lighting the candles on a dark morning in the church.

He watched her closely as her gentle hands held the long candle to light the other smaller ones. She stood on tiptoe to reach the higher ones and he saw her ankles peeking out from under her dress. He saw her hair around her neck and the small smile on her lips as she hummed a song. She was like the rebirth of Mary.

She was everything. Which is why he knew he had to have her, she had to be his. His lover, his wife, his own Mary. She had to be an angel, he had convinced himself by now. He had to have her for himself and he knew that he would use all his power to make this happen.

But before he could put his plans into action, he heard the knock on his door. This timid gentle knocking which he immediately recognized. He took his fingers from the piano, stood up, smoothed out his clothes and went to the door.

The wood of the stairs creaked and he knew that there were few chances that this worked. It was his power, influence and his will why she was here.

Would be taught by him and no one else. It was him. He was the reason. ,,My dear, come in, don't freeze to death," he said after opening the door. He saw the first drops of rain spreading over the city and the dark rain clouds gathering over the city.

A sign from God to warn him, but Frollo ignored it. Ignored everything when he was criticized because he was always right. ,,Thank you, my Lord," she said softly, her voice like a little bell on his ears before he entered and closed the door. Everything would be only a question until he got what he wanted.

,,Let me help you," he said calmly and his hands, obsessed with rings, were already on her clothes. He helped her to take off her coat and to his delight he saw the dress underneath. Not as thick as in the church itself, it was airier, looser and with a slight look at her body, it clung to her.

Around her neck the silver chain with the small sacred coin blessed by her father. An instance that would not and could not stop him. ,,What a pretty necklace, my lady," he murmured, sliding his index finger over it, knowing how she looked at him. How close he was to her breasts and she had not yet been touched.

This naivety and insecurity like a flower that showed its blossoms for the first time in the sun and not in the dark church. ,,A gift for my birth" she replied, even though he already knew it, he acted as if it fascinated him before leaving her and pointing upwards.

,,Please, after you" he insisted and let her go ahead for a few seconds. He saw her lift her dress slightly so she wouldn't get stuck climbing the stairs. She wore no stockings and he could easily see her ankles and legs.

How her body moved under the dress and he imagined how she would look under the fabric. Like a pretty innocent lamb she was in her cage. My pretty little bird came to his mind before he followed her up the stairs and led her into the music room.

,,Your father instructed me to improve your piano playing, he said it was the precision and grace that was missing" he briefly recounted the information he had received in the letter that had delighted him at the time. A letter that made the wolf lick his teeth. It was as good as his. He saw her nod as she sat down at the piano and carefully tapped it, her fingers hovering over the keys.

,,It's true, it's a little difficult to hit the keys perfectly, as good as I am at this piece of music," she admitted before she saw him instruct her to play a piece. He leaned slightly on the piece of music, his gaze always looking down at her as he watched the music go through the room again, which Meloldie seemed familiar to him.

He could easily see her decollete even if the fabric was high so he saw it from his position. Watching her move her fingers over the keys, he saw the mistakes she made and knew exactly what he had to do.

Wordlessly he went over to her, sat down next to her on the chair and began to play with her, feeling her initial confusion as she stopped short and a light touch of his fingers on hers told her to continue.

He wanted to touch more of her warm soft skin and a few moments after she started playing again he let his fingers slide over hers again. ,,You play well for your age, but you need practice, try to touch my fingers to the same keys" he knew and looked at her nodding knowing that in her unworldly way she trusted him and would do whatever he asked.

,,Thank you Frollo...for your honesty" she seemed to dare after a few more minutes, her gaze slipping from him after their eyes met back to the keys of the piano and he knew it would only take more flattery to have her.

They both continued to play for some time, her fingers repeatedly brushing against his and he let his fingers glide over hers.

For her a "normal" piano lesson but for him for the devil it was everything. The two played until the end of the day when the sun was already slowly threatening to go down and he playfully affected with a sigh detached from the piano.

He had done everything to delay this moment, he had even offered her a cup of wine to delay everything a little more. And he had to admit that the look on her face with red cheeks was very thrilling for him.

,,I think that's enough for today, it's time for you to return to your Lord Father" he said and offered her a hand to get up, which she accepted. Since she was not wearing gloves, they touched again and he felt how the hellfire seemed to blaze between them.

,,I thank you my Lord Frollo...for your hospitality and your help...you are a good man" he said and for the first time he saw her smile softly, the flower blossomed and he bowed slightly taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips.

A gesture that would be taboo for her father, a gesture of seduction and sin, but from him it was generosity. ,,You are an enchanting company, my dear flower, I expect to see you again in a few days," he replied, releasing her hand only when he saw the blush on her cheeks. How she lowered her eyes full of shame and flattery and could not help but smile a little more.

Before he helped her put on the matel again and take her to the waiting carriage outside. She hooked up with him for the few steps and he proudly led her beside him.

The wolf and his lamb. ,,May you rest well my lady and my music find you in your dreams" he said and charm flowed over his lips he knew she loved his voice she had listened to him for hours in church reading the bible even when no one was around and it was just the two of them. ,,I pray that I will dream of it my Lord" she said goodbye before the door of the carriage closed and she drove away from the wolf who was showing his teeth.

One bite and you're my little lamb he thought and the devilish grin settled on his lips as the infernal red of the evening sun fell on him and he went back to his hiding place. Greedily waiting for the next meeting, knowing that he would make her his.

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Mea-culpa

Warning, this is the first fanfiction I've written since 2021.... anyway!!

In this story, y/n is a not so innocent nun. She and the "beloved" Archdeacon of Paris are close. *Extremely* close.

Kinks ( innocence, degradation, sadism, masochist, size difference, breeding, orgasm control, age play )

Click, click, clack

The noise vibrated through the Cathedral as she walked. Pushing through the doors of the kitchen where Reverend mother Jaqueline was waiting.

"Those shoes of yours are absolutely far too loud, sister y/n." The stout woman replied as she walked over to younger girl.

"My apologies, Reverend mother..'' she spoke with a slight whimper at the end of her sentence. "They were given to me by my late sister. She passed of the pox." Y/n spoke with a shutter.

"I know child. You told me when you were in your novice training." The greying lady spoke. "I did?" Y/n shrugged. "I must've forgotten about it." The nun shrugged again.

"Archdeacon Frollo is requesting your presence in the hall of justice. Questions about the orphans singing at the Christmas mass." Reverend mother explained.

The Young nun sighed. "He couldn't call on sister Margaret?'' Y/n called out as she busied herself with pulling a cloth off rising sour dough. "He told me he'd like to talk to you in specific." Reverend mother explained.

"Alright. I suppose we did Have a rather interesting conversation at Thanksgiving mass." Y/n explained with a smile.

"Oh goodness. I suppose I should get going if Archdeacon Frollo would like to speak to me before the midnight bells begin to ring." Y/n laughed. "I'll see you in confession Reverend mother." The young girl smiled as she walked out of the kitchen.

The walk to The hall of justice was a cold one. Frost had accumulated around the windows of the Cathedral and as y/n threw her dark wool coat on. A ring of fur was around the collar of the coat. Another gift from Claudette. Y/n's late sister.

Y/n exited the Cathedral and the cold air of the parisian winter hit her in the face. The walk to The palace of justice was not a lengthy walk by any means.

But as y/n walked up the steps of the hall. Raising her hand to knock on the door. But before her fist could meet the door. A young soldier opened the door.

His blonde hair was rested against his head as a halo would rest against a angels head. "Hello, sister. I don't believe we know eacho-'' the young man was inturrupted ny the sister.

"Captian, we have met on several occasions. At Thanksgiving mass and at the children's benefit last week. Phoebus. Am I correct?'' Y/n said with a small smile spreading across her face. A light blush across her cheeks now.

"Oh- yes- your the one who I pulled under the stai-" the capitan cleared his throat as a hand was pressed to his shoulder. Spindly fingers that were adorned with rings and such.

"Ah, capitan Phoebus. Nice to see that you've found the woman of the hour." The Archdeacon snapped. "I've been waiting well over an hour for you. Sister." Claude clapped quickly. Escorting her up to his office.

The Archdeacon pressed the door of his office shut. Humming and handing y/n a paper. A large scroll of parchment with 3 unsigned signature marks. "Here.'' He said.

Pointing at the spot where the sister had to sign. "I need Reverend mothers signature as well." Claude explained as y/n dipped her quill in ink and Began to write her name.

"Of course, these things must be in order for the matron of the orphanage. She expects everything in pristine order. Although she is paying for none of it.'' Frollo laughed stiffly.

"Thats unfortunate. I suppose they don't have much money.'' Y/n shrugged as she handed the parchment back to Claude with a small smile.

"I do have to wonder. Sister. About something I over heard.." the Archdeacon started out. "With your novice training, you are not supposed to be having any sexual relations. And as I've seen on several occasions. You clearly aren't following any of your training." Claude smirked as he stalked towards the young lady.

"Excuse me? How dare to talk to me like that. This is highly inappropriate conduct." The sister shuttered. Had he seen captian Phoebus on his knees. Eating her out as the churchgoers got the holy communion.

"If you don't want you and your .. sun-god to be exposed to the entire church. I suppose you give me what." The older man smirked. Standing behind the sister.

"Your just like the rest of them aren't you? Men, you all want the same thing in the end.'' Y/n snapped.

Before the young woman could tell what was happening. Claudes arm had traveled up to y/n's face. His hand colliding with the nun's face. Earning a yelp from the sister.

Her face became quickly red. Her hand had sat upon her cheek. Whining softly. Y/n took her hand from her face. Putting them on Claude's chest. Resting against frollo with a whine.

Frollo took her face in his hand. Her chin in his forefinger and middle finger. His thumb resting against y/n's jaw. Bringing his lips to brush against the sisters own.

Frollos kiss was soon inturrupted as y/n bumped against his desk. She sat down and the Archdeacon yanked her skirt up. Kissing up her thigh. Nipping at the inside. Drawing blood.

Y/n let out a groan of pleasure as she pulled her habit off. Her hair sliding around to frame her face and shoulders. "Just- please fuck me already." The sister begged.

Claude brought his hand to cover the young woman's mouth. "Don't have such foul language in the house of justice.'' Claude said sternly. Standing up and undoing his robes. Black pants and a black shirt adorned his body.

Unbuttoned his pants quickly. Opening his hand. "Spit in it." He said quickly. Lathering his cock in y/n's spit. Groaning and taking her undergarments off quickly. Pushing into the girl as she put her hands on claudes shoulders.

Moving so y/n threw her head back. Moaning loudly and biting on Frollo's neck. "You certainly don't sound like a virgin.'' The Archdeacon taunted.

Y/n scoffed. "How many anatomy books have you looked at to know how sex works?" The sister taunted in response. Watching as claude growled lowly. Feeling his neck being bitten.

Claude let his hand move lower. Circling y/ns clit with tight and hard circles. Smirking as she bit down on her hand to draw blood.

The sister nearly came then and there. How was he so good at this? Was he a virgin. His movements inside of her said otherwise.

Frollos cock was large. Longer than it was girthier. Looking upon the girl as he felt her thighs began to shake. The soft flesh of her thighs shaking as she came around his cock. "F-fuck-'' the nun cried out.

"That was fast. Shall I cum inside you? On your ass? Your bosom?'' Claude called out.

"Inside of me- please?'' She begged. Claude was close himself. His age had been catching up with him snd he could tell he couldn't last as he used to.

Frollo came deep inside her. Spilling his seed all over her womb and kissing her as he did so...

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That's it... #Yolo

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Frollo x Demoness Reader

Tw: Ovestimulation, lactation, begging.

(Reader is female)

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Frollo breathed heavily, his throat was dry and sore. His spit dribbled down his chin and tears welled in his dark eyes. He admired you as you circled him, tracing with...with that sinful crop. He squirmed around, but the binds that you trapped him in confined him to the wooden chair he sat in.

"My love...please..." Frollo started breathlessly, "Have mercy on me..."

Frollo spine shivered when he heard you chuckle, he felt the heart of your long tail caresse his face, and his cheeks faded into a rosey pink. He watched as you got back onto your knees in front of him. You pushed Frollo's legs apart, just like you had countless times already, and you took his 7inches into you hands, and moved you hands up and down....up and down....up and down.

Frollo moaned in pain and pleasure, you had been at this for what felt like hours now...oh but he loved it. The feeling of your hands moving the thin skin of his cock upwards and back drove him crazy. But he wanted to touch you, he wanted to make you feel as amazing as you were him.

"My love...let me touch you, let me make you feel good.." Frollo moaned, he was a righteous man, he never gave into sinful feelings. But something about you was different, maybe it was the way your long black horns erupted from (y/h/c) hair, or the way you held him and kissed him any chance you got. But you made him feel different, special, you made him feel like a god, but also your pet.

"Hmm..." you cooed, "Have you been a good boy, good enough touch me?"

"Oh yes..yes I have!" Frollo moaned as you quickened you pace on his penis, "Oh please please my dear, let me pleasure- AhhHhh!!~...y-you now!"

You chuckled again, before stopping. Frollo looked up at you, somehow more drool slowly driving down his face. He grunted when you sat in his lap and pressed your breast in his face.

"You said you wanted to pleasure me, now you can."

Frollo gulped, his hands were tied behind his back, so he couldn't touch you, but he could use him mouth. So, his hooked up lips onto one of you hardened nipples, and began to suck it like a baby during breastfeeding. You moaned quietly but Frollo could hear you, and you sounded like Heaven's choirs to him. He quickened his sucking, which made you moaned a little faster. He felt droplets of you milk spill into his mouth, and he smiled to him knowing he had succeeded in pleasuring you. Maybe not in a major way, but he was doing it.

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

Ok trying not to be horny on main but please.... write frollo as a sub. somebody ought to put his bitch ass in his place

Good lord, there’s so many of you! Not that I’m complaining. As promised, NSFW headcannons for Judge Claude Frollo.

General behavior, positions, and anatomy

Claude likes to play the part of pious judge when out in the eyes of the public, but as soon as he gets you alone, he turns into a raging sub and not in even the slightest vanilla way.

In terms of behavior, Claude likes to act like he’s better than you, and that he would never give into his carnal desires, but the minute you even slightly brush against him when you two are by yourselves, he’s begging you to fuck him into his next life.

you would think that his ego fueled righteousness would make him into a brat, but you would actually be wrong. He likes to be praised and told that he’s a good boy (even if he is in his early sixties).

I kid you not, you have to be almost completely covered or else he gets a boner. You can’t even have your feet exposed without thinking about how desperately he wants you to step on him. He also admires your hands. He thinks they would look beautiful wrapped around his throat while you used him to get off.

On that note, as you may have gathered, Claude is a masochist. He loves you being in control and for you to “judge him for his sins”, followed up with you whipping him or striking him with a riding crop. We’ll elaborate on this later.

Is definitely the type to steal personal belongings of yours and either touch himself directly with them, or just hold them close as he pleasures himself. Will also leave them laying around in hopes that you’ll find them and punish him, calling out his “sins”.

He likes it when you use him and call him “your personal toy”. Something about being used for your pleasure and you disregarding his own sexual needs really gets him hard and needy.

despite him being a masochist, he still wants you to hold him close and want’s everything to be as intimate as possible. He loves you, and he’ll actually start to become depressed is he thinks you’re being distant.

he can probably be convinced to let you peg him if you play your cards right! He’ll probably be a little ornery about it until the pleasure sets in, though. They didn’t really have strap ons back then, but they did have dildos, so it’s either you use your hands to fuck him with the toy, or you invent your own harness.

In the beginning of your relationship, he tried desperately to keep himself quiet, embarrassed to be vocal. As time goes on and with your encouragement, however, he becomes very loud! Usually you hear a lot of whimpers and moans above anything else.

He would love to have you sit at his desk while he eats you out from underneath it, your foot pressing and grinding against his cock to tease him while he whines between moans, only for you to shut him up by pressing him harder between your thighs as someone walks in.

As for anatomy, he’s about 6 to 6 1/2 inches hard with an average girth. When he’s hard, Claude’s tip will turn a dark red, especially the more you deny him your touch.

His favorite position is to have you ride him, with your hands around his throat, of course. If you decide you want him on top, even if you’re still in charge, he always chooses missionary.

kinks, turn-offs, and aftercare

Oh boy-

masochist! He loves most everything, except for the absence of your touch and love, of course.

He loves it when you whip or hit his thighs with a riding crop! On his days where he really needs that extra kick, he’ll ask that you slap his cock with your hand or gently hit it with your riding crop.

Chasity belts (idk what the male equivalent is called) are a must in Claude’s book. He loves that he has to beg you for you to make him cum and he can’t give into his temptation should you not be around!

he also is a fan of cock rings! I did research, and yes, they were around in 1400s France, they were just made very differently.

He loves it when you overstimulate him until he’s having dry orgasms! The exercise of your power over him makes him stay hard, no matter how desperately he wishes he wasn’t as you bring him to his second dry climax.

Choking, he needs it. He lives for the slightly fuzzy feeling as your hands wrap around his throat and gently squeeze.

He likes bondage, too! He would love nothing more than to be your good fucktoy as he’s bound in scarlet ropes, keeping him from squirming as you use him to cum.

Make him read his bible as you slowly jerk him off. Every time he makes a mistake as pleasure floods his senses, stop moving your hand and listen to him cry, desperate for his release.

Foot fetish. No, I will not elaborate.

He really doesn’t have many turn offs. I think one of the only things that would be unpleasant for him would be degradation.

In the original novel, both of Frollos parents died of plague, which if we bring that narrative to this one’s version, it means he has mommy issues! Which means he may have a mommy kink! I could see it, tbh.

His ideal aftercare is just falling asleep in your arms as you kiss his forehead and pet his white hair.

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Spotify Wrapped Prompts !

Sorry it took me a week!! 😅 But here they are, for those of you who requested in the comments section ^^ (Those of you who requested in the ask box, I will answer you individually cuz its just easier ^^ )

Some are much longer then others. Some are just sentences. Its just whatever came to mind regarding to song! And no, I'm not giving you the song XD Just a line or two. If you wanna do sleuthing that's your prerogative but its mostly country and I know that's not everyone's cuppa tea 😅😅😅 Without further ado- here we go!

Included down below; Professor Ratigan (3), Judge Claude Frollo (6+7), Bill Sykes (13), Percival C McLeach (14), Wheezy Weasel (39), Hades (66) and Jafar (77).

3. Professor Ratigan Prompt 🎶'If you go down, I'm goin' down too'🎶

"You are my husband. If you go down, I go down with you. There are no if's and's or but's about it."

"My dear... That's not going to happen."

"I know- I know." Do you? You should, because he's so smart and you trust him, but still there's a nagging itch in the back of your mind telling you that one of these days one of these things is gonna fail. Taking a deep breath, you squeeze his hands in yours. "I just... want you to know."

With one of those dark and sinister smirks on his face, Ratigan gives you a kiss on the forehead; speaking lowly only to you. "Then we'll go down together, hmm? Two burial plots side-by-side~ "

6. Judge Claude Frollo Prompt (Fem Reader) 🎶'Jezebel, you're bound for Hell.'🎶

You're a woman who murdered her father's lover (You couldn't bear for your mothers heart to be broken) and find yourself under the judgment of one Judge Claude Frollo.

Will he send you to the gallows for your crime? Maybe not, if you keep flirting with him from across the courtroom.

Bat your eyelashes, Smirk those pretty lips, Make sure he gets a good look at your legs when you shift in your chair, do all these things in order to survive. Maybe you're only doing it to survive, maybe you actually like it. The way he looks at you.

7. Judge Claude Frollo Prompt 🎶 'Don't lie, I know you think about it in the back of your mind' 🎶

You're just a secretary in the office and the judge has made it quite clear what he wants from you. You refused him steadfast, of course, because you have dignity. And you're saving yourself.

But you cant stop thinking about it. What it might be like to say yes.

You know perfectly well that you shouldn't but with every day that goes by, your resolve grows thinner and thinner.

13. Bill Sykes Prompt 🎶'Thirty-one, waiting tables. She has They have a voice of an angel. Out of money and power. She only sings in the shower'🎶

You were working a dead-end job, living a dead-end unloved life until Bill Sykes walked into the diner you wait at. He walked in at the stroke of 4 in the afternoon, when you were supposed to leave- so, you weren't happy about it that day but had to go help him.

It was a curse at the time but now he has you singing at beautiful clubs and you have a penthouse and you don't have to wait anymore. People love you.

And yes he scares you sometimes- but the terrible man can be undone by your voice.

14. Percival C McLeach Prompt 🎶'I like em unavailable; guess that's just me.'🎶

You have a long history of going for the Wrong Guy. They're wrong because they're always taken already, a fact you only discover after the fact.

Now here's this guy- a rugged Australian guy from the middle of the outback. He's older and kindof uneducated and kind of brash but he always takes his hat off when he talks to you and opens doors for you, and... you're developing feelings for him.

He's completely not your type- you don't think he's ever dated before, and he definitely wouldn't have the sense of subtlety to pull off cheating. He wants you to be his one and only.

He thinks you're amazing. He thinks you're smart, funny, interesting, and beautiful. You feel kind of... greedy... finally having someone who just wants you.

But you're gonna make the jump. Whatever happens, happens. But at least this one truly wants you.

39. Wheezy Weasel Prompt 🎶'It's genius It's gonna be awfully rough on those children'🎶 This one's a little different! You got a Newsies Song, The Bottom Line (My favourite) so I- obviously- had to do something sticking with that theme XD

NewsiesAU!

Imagine you're in the position of Joseph Pulitzer's secretary (Hannah's character). You only got this job to be a help to the Toon Patrol (Wheezy, especially ^^). In this position you could easily sway the writing in the papers in the patrols favour, striking out any bad press. Yes, they would still get a bad reputation via word of mouth but it would be unofficial. Good notoriety in the papers would at least offer them some mystique.

This is hard enough on you. You hate deceiving people. You hate what the Toon Patrol do! But you love Wheezy, and you have to help him.

When Joseph bumps up the price of the papers, making life so so much more difficult for the newsies- the poor children, - to do their jobs and earn enough money to even feed themselves- you go home overwhelmed and in tears.

Wheezy's there to gather you in his arms and glare at Smartass when he sighs at you (How silly you are (Its just business)). He never wanted you to do this job! He never wanted you to be apart of this crap.

And now here you are sobbing because you're so stressed out and so sad- and- he's gotta get you out of this. He will get you out of this.

66. Hades Prompt 🎶'Dressed to kill'🎶

Imagine being a indebted servant to Hades along with Meg except you don't do a whole lot of the... communications work, that Meg does. So you don't have to look as nice all the time. You're often in the underworld with Hades helping him strategize and doing paperwork-type stuffs. You're closer with Hades then Meg is but it has never been a flirty thing, with you two. Just friendly. He's grown to actually like you- he's happy when you're around- you can calm him down when he's starting to lose his temper.

And honestly you like him, too. Despite the indenture. Somehow.

One day by some miracle Hades is in such a good mood, he lets you and Meg go for the day. You can do whatever you like but be back by sunset or he'll be pissed.

So you take the opportunity to wear something prettier then usual! Why not??

... When Hades sees you both leaving, that's when the penny finally drops.

He loves you.

How the hell did this happen!??-

77. Jafar Prompt (Fem Reader) 🎶'He don't know it 'cause I sure don't show it. When I kiss him goodbye and I wish him good luck'🎶

You try so hard to hide it; pretend like you're the perfect wife and you have no secrets. When you kiss your husband goodbye before you separate for the day, him going to the kitchens to work and you to laundry rooms, you look like the perfect young couple.

No one expects a thing.

Except you're truly being courted by a tall, dark, devastatingly handsome man you cant tell a soul about. And your husband, likewise, has a gentleman of his own to hide.

At night Jafar will meet you in the gardens where no one but the princess and the Sultan are allowed to roam, except they're asleep when you slip by. You're all his then and, truly, you're all his all the other hours in a day.

And he's all yours ^^

-But you cant tell a soul.

These are all Free to Use if you want ^^ Please tag me if you do use them! I so so wanna read them! ^^

Thank you so much for participating! ^^

[seaslugfanclub]

Disneys Sleepiest Soldier

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The video essay on (Y/N)s phone becomes increasingly blurry as they take a slow bite of their sandwich, trying to keep their eyes open.

Holy shit, they were exhausted.

(Y/N) sat hunched over the break room table, their eyes feeling like lead sinkers and feet pulsing from walking miles around the park. (Y/N) had arrived to their shift already tired, construction work had been done throughout the evening below (Y/N)s apartment—so they didn’t get a lick of sleep the previous night.

And after being in the sun all day, up and walking around tending to both guest and entertainment, they felt like they were going to pass out.

Pausing the video essay, (Y/N) checked the time on their phone, their soul clenching when they saw that they had 5 hours remaining to their shift.

Finishing off their sandwich, they looked at the time again to see they had 20 more minutes left to their lunch break,

“I’ll just take a micro nap, 10 minutes tops…..no one will notice…” (Y/N) reasoned, setting a timer on their phone and resting their head in their arms, almost instantly falling asleep.

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Even though he technically didn’t have to eat or drink, Hades couldn’t resist having a secret martini around this time of day. He had all the ingredients prepped in his room; gin, glass, live worm, all he needed now were the olives that were kept in the employee break room fridge.

Appearing from a cloud of smoke right in front of the refrigerator, the Lord of the Dead retrieved the olives, about to vanish to his room when he noticed a slumped over form in the corner of his eye.

“Well, what do we have here?” Hades mused as he walked over to his favorite park attendant, who was passed out on the break room table.

He loomed above them for a few minutes just appreciating their sleeping form when he noticed how dark the rings under (Y/N)s eyes were, they also looked paler than he remembered.

Now (Y/N) could look like anything and Hades would still find them attractive (the old pervert) but even he hated to admit how corpse like they looked.

“Geez kid….they don’t make things easy for you do they? Poor schmuck.”

Sighing in resignation, Hades swished the olives in his had away with a wisp of smoke, pocketed (Y/N)s phone, and proceeded to lift their limp body into his arms, carrying them bridal style. Once he knew (Y/N) hadn’t waken up from being jostled, he teleporting out of the break room and into the Villains common area.

Being so used to living around dead people, the feeling of warm, living flesh against his cold body was a change that Hades didn’t know was so welcomed until now. It almost hurt to part from (Y/N) as he layed them down onto the sofa in the middle of the room. Hades stared at them for a moment longer, before turning around to leave the room. He needed a stronger drink…

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“Cripes—Silver!? Did you nab my blunderbuss again— oh..”

Hook trotted into the common area, hoping to find and berate Silver for his missing pistol, before cutting himself off when he spotted (Y/N)s sleeping form splayed out on the sofa.

It seems that their exhaustion overpowered Hooks shouting, (Y/N) not even stirring.

Hook slowly approached the couch, looking over His park attendants form with silent wonder. He had never seen (Y/N) asleep before, they were always up and running around the park, confident and energetic. Hook marveled in this rare vulnerability, (Y/N)s sleeping form reminded him of the old renaissance paintings he had plundered with his crew years ago. (Y/N)s face was absent of all emotion, their hair splayed around them—

Wait a minute….

Hook was brought out of his reverie when he noticed how awkward (Y/N)s head was resting against the arm of the sofa. How could his dear attendant sleep without proper pillow!?

“My poor poppet… I’ll set you straight right.”

Hook sped out of the lounge, only to return minutes later with a pillow from his own quarters. He didn’t mind the strange looks from the other villains who were stalking the halls, his only goal was to get back to the common area.

Making sure not to scrape (Y/N) with his hook, the old captain gently lifted (Y/N)s head to place his pillow underneath their neck.

Taking a step back he admired his work, (Y/N) looking much more comfortable lying against his down feathered pillow.

“Sleep well my dear~” he whispered has he stalked out of the room.

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Hans clenched and unclenched his fists, not liking the way his palms felt— being so unused to not wearing his gloves. He rarely takes them off, and of course the only time he does so he misplaced them. He tried to ask around to see if anyone had found his pair of cotton gloves, but like every other time in his life, Hans was ignored.

His last hope in his search was the lounge, praying to Mickey-fucking-Mouse that they had somehow made their way there.

Completely focused on finding his gloves, Hans entered the common area and immediately began rummaging around. He didn’t care if his trousers got dusty or his hair fussed up, he couldn’t bear the feeling of his hands making direct contact with everything.

“Kom igen… var är de?”

Hans’s frustration was finally overwhelming him, about to give up when he noticed a flash of white from underneath the couch.

“Aha! Oh, finally!!”

Hans kneeled to reach under the couch, finally grabbing his beloved gloves and wasted no time in slipping them back on his hands. Relief washing over him, Hans went to stand back up— only to be face to face with (Y/N)’s

He flinched back, stumbling to his feet. In his mad search for his gloves, he had completely overlooked the sleeping (Y/N).

He titled his head, confused on why 1: (Y/N) is passed out on the villains sofa when they’re in the middle of a shift, and 2: why their head is resting on a satin down pillow that probably costs more than their rent.

Hans was brought out of his thoughts when a noticed a shiver ran up (Y/N)s back, the park attendant squirming.

Huh, he never noticed how chilly the lounge was, probably because he was used to the cold, even the central AC being nothing but white noise to him. Looking at (Y/N) again, he felt a strange squirming in his stomach…

….eh, it’s probably pity.

Tugging on his gloves, he walked over to the common areas closet, where they kept all the cleaning supplies, lightbulbs, untouched board games, and blankets. Groping around until he found something that met his standards, Hans pulled out a knit throw blanket and walked back to the couch.

With a flick of his wrists, the blanket unfurled and fell onto (Y/N)s body, (Y/N) unconsciously burrowing their face into the knit wool. Hans was strangely reminded of the bakers in his castles kitchens, blanketing the tops pies with dough.

Shrugging off the memories, he gave (Y/N) a fleeting look before exiting the lounge, his fists clenching and unclenching.

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The overhead LED lights stung in Frollos eyes, making him wince and rub the bridge of his nose. He used to think Paris as a filthy city, but now what he wouldn’t give to be back in the 15th century.

Trudging down the hall, a pit of anxiety welled in the bottom of his chest, dreading having to go back out in the park and having to… eugh, interact with others.

His procession stopped as he passed the doorway of the common area, turning his head towards the sofa. Checking to make so no one else was near, Frollo approached the couch to look over (Y/N).

If it was anyone else, Frollo would’ve sneered and berated the person for their sloth. Such waste of time and insult to God.

And yet…

It was a rarity to see the park attendant so still, their resting body allowing Frollo to notice details he never saw before; The stray beauty mark on their cheek, a specific strand of hair the coiled around their face, cuts and scrapes that littered their hands…

Frollo huffed, allowing (Y/N) to continue their sleep, about to exit the room when he stopped.

Their (Y/N) laid, their form vulnerable and unprotected, resting amongst those with wicked tendencies. It would go against his “beliefs” to allow evil to take advantage of those unaware.

Reaching into his robe, he pulled out his personal Rosary, the old wooden beads clicking as they hind from his fingers. Delicately, Frollo hung his rosary from the edge of the couch, the cross resting right above (Y/N).

“Procul recedant somnia, Et noctium phantasmata; Hostemque nostrum comprime, Ne polluantur corpora.” Frollo muttered a prayer, signing the cross over (Y/N)s body.

Having so other excuse to stay, Frollo stalked out of the lounge

“dors bien et fais de beaux rêves..”

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Facilier was….well— he wasn’t sure what he was looking at.

(Y/N) sprawled out on the couch, head resting on a pillow that looked like it belonged in Big Daddy La Bouff’s mansion, worn knit blanket draped over their body, and a dingy rosary hanging above their head.

The shadow man stared down at (Y/N), his shadow trying to reach the couch, only to be shocked backwards. Probably the fault of the rosary.

“Ah forget it old sport— let the kid rest,” Facilier chastised his shadow.

The conman recalled seeing (Y/N) stumbling around the park earlier in the day, nodding off while standing. Poor sap must’ve surrendered to their bodies plea for rest.

Facilier’s been known to indulge in a nap once or twice, especially on the sticky summer days back in Orleans… but from personal experience, he always needed total darkness.

“I’ve got no idea how they can sleep with all this light… let’s do the poor Cher a solid. Shadow, cut the lights.”

With the command of his master, Faciliers shadow creeped towards the window on the neighboring wall, pulling down the blinds as Facilier walked over to the light switch, humming to himself.

“..pale moon's shining on the fields below…. The folks are singing songs, soft and loooowww~”

flicking off the overhead lights, the lounge was plunged in darkness.

“Much better, c’mon old sport—” Facilier beckoned his shadow, who gave (Y/N) a longing glance before return to his master.

“You needn't tell me, ‘cause I know… When it's sleepy time down south~”

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(Y/N) sighed in their sleep, nestling into the blanket and pillow. Although they were still fast asleep, far from waking up— they could feel the peace that washed over them. Something only achieved when you’ve reach maximum comfort after strenuous activity.

There were moments in their sleep when they were uncomfortable; neck aching, cold, bad dreams, and bright light stinging behind their eyes. But each time they almost roused from sleep, the problem was always solved, sending them deeper and deeper into the REM cycle.

So there (Y/N) rested, swamped in strange warmth and set to not wake for a long while.

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Can you tell that my love language is acts of service?

I just wanted to write something fluffy, (also I kinda want to write more Hans stuff, an obsession is growing…)

Anyway, enjoy!

[maluustrawberry]

Undesirable encounter

(Claude Frollo X Female reader)

Synopsis: You were the new seamstress in Paris and Frollo suspects that you were harboring Romani in your shop. It looks like your first start was more tense than you expected...

A/n: I confess that I am in love with the Hunchback of Notre-Dame and I especially love the book. I hope you readers like it, and if you want to give me tips I accept (you can correct me too) If you want other Disney characters, you can ask me💕.

Part.2 (Final)

(Guys, I don't know if you know, but the word "gypsy" is a slur and should not be used, the correct one is "Roma" Or "Romani people" I put "Gypsy" only in Frollo's lines since you know the type of person he is.)

It was just another ordinary day in Paris, you had arrived in the city a few months ago and worked as a dressmaker. You immediately became known for the beautiful dresses you produced for the girls and the beautiful clothes for the boys too. You had an excellent aesthetic sense.

But what you had in the way of talent, you also had in the way of kindness. When you heard about the persecution of the Romani people, you felt touched by the situation and decided to help them. It was very risky, but you weren't going to stand by and let it happen like the other citizens of Paris were doing, letting themselves be manipulated by Frollo and his hate speeches. There was a basement in your house that you used to store fabric and sewing materials. You took advantage of that room to help some Romani hide in case of emergency if they were being chased by the guards and if there was no time to run to the court of miracles.

And so it went on, you were extremely careful not to leave any traces, until one day or another these "rumors" ended up reaching the judge.

You were sewing up the sleeves of a client's dress, which had been placed in the moulage to make it easier for you to work, and your attention now turned to the bell that rang as soon as the door was opened. Immediately, the atmosphere of the place changed when you saw who had entered. You knew those clothes, the face worn by age and you couldn't forget that look of superiority and pride, because himself thought he was important and better than everyone because of his opposition and faith. Looking behind those glass windows, you could also see some of his men at the front of the store:

“Bonjour, madame.” Frollo said sternly, snapping you out of your thoughts. That thick, authoritative voice gave you the creeps. “I'd like to know who owns this establishment. Your husband is here?”

“A-Ah! Good morning...” You forced a smile and stuck the needle into the moulage so you wouldn't lose it. “Your Honor, I'm the owner, and no, I don't have a husband.”

As you said this, the judge looked you up and down with contempt. Of course, in the 16th century, a young woman like you not being married was a disgrace to society, and on top of that, being able to read and owning your own business was even worse. You weren't tense or nervous with him in your store, on the contrary, you were so calm... After all, you cleaned out the basement and removed any evidence as soon as a family of Romani's moved out recently:

“I've received information that you've been harboring gypsies in your house and I'm here to find out the facts, have you been harboring gypsies?” He got straight to the point.

“No, sir.” You pretended to be as honest as possible, fortunately you were good at lying.

“You know that if you lie, the sentence for insubordination is death...” He moved closer in an attempt to intimidate her.

“My conscience is clear. You have permission to investigate my store, since my words don't apply to you.”

“If I wasn't allowed to, seamstress, I'd still make a point of searching this place from top to bottom, whether you agree or not.”

The older man signaled for some of his men to enter the store before you could protest or complain. Since you were the only one who seemed to have enough courage to go against the judge's ideas when you were right. They went in and started rummaging around for clues, looking everywhere, even under the skirts of the dresses on the mannequins.

Frollo looked you up and down in an nothing unobtrusive way, you didn't notice the glances, but as soon as you did, it gave you the creeps and you avoided looking back at him. He had never noticed you in the city before and he noticed your accent, deducing that you might be a foreigner. The judge couldn't take his eyes off you, you were a very beautiful woman and seemed so delicate, and it seems that some feeling awakened in him when he saw that you were without gloves and your dress showed your shoulders. He came out of his thoughts when a guard approached:

"Sir, we've looked everywhere and found nothing..." Being a clever woman, an idea came to your mind: perhaps it would be better if they looked at everything to leave you alone.

"Have you looked in my basement, gentlemen?" you asked, kicking the rug that hid the small door in the wooden floor of your store.

Frollo was suspicious, but sent his men in to search every corner of the small cellar. Fortunately, they didn't find anything either, just sewing materials and expensive fabrics. After looking around in vain, the men left the store, leaving you and the judge alone:

“I apologize for this inconvenience.” He said as you went to the moulage to finish the dress.

“You shouldn't believe every rumor out there, Your Honor, not all of them can be true.” You said politely. “but apologies accepted, I know it was for the good of Paris and you care a lot about the city.”

Returning to work, you thought he would leave after all that had happened and notice you "busy" sewing, but no, he stayed in the store while walking slowly around analyzing his surroundings:

“This basement...” He pointed to the carpet above the small door. “Why was it hidden?”

“I don't see the need to show everyone that I have a basement here.” You replied nonchalantly. “and besides, I think that old door would spoil the pretty look of my store.”

Frollo didn't seem to believe in that very much, but you shrugged and continued sewing. There were a few seconds of silence, you could only hear his footsteps coming towards you and could feel that man's gaze on you all the time, causing you a certain nervousness or fear. What did he want anyway?

“Do you want anything else?” you asked in an attempt to break the silence and take your mind off the discomfort of feeling his gaze on you, stopping your sewing and looking at him now.

“I just want you to know.” He said, standing close and looking at her with disgust. “I'll keep an eye on you, I won't trust a literate, single woman so easily... I know women of your kind.”

“I don't think who I am or what I do has anything to do with helping... Ouch!” You interrupted yourself with pain when you felt the needle pierce your finger. It was normal for this to happen when were working with sewing, but it had never been this deep, Maybe it happened because of the anger you was feeling at that moment.

Immediately you dropped the needle out of sheer instinct, and in a quick and daring moment Frollo grabbed your hand with a certain amount of force, bringing it in front of his face, which had a small smile of satisfaction on it. The judge was a sadomasochist, he enjoyed seeing someone in pain, especially when it was someone he thought deserved such a punishment. You were shocked by his attitude, you weren't expecting it and didn't know how to react. What was he doing? Frollo continued to hold your hand, watching the small drop of blood ooze from your pricked finger, but his attention wasn't just there, it was on your fingers, your soft skin and the sensation it brought when you touched it with the contact of the warm hand and his, which was a little cold:

“What are you doing?” You asked, with a bit of hatred for such a vulgar and daring attitude, and he laughed a little.

“What would the church think of a woman exposing her bare hands in front of a high-ranking man like me?” You had no reaction for fear. Gradually his fingers entwined in yours and you saw that his eyes went to your small cleavage and your bare shoulders. “And it's not just your hands that are exposed...”

You quickly pulled your hand free and he looked at you incredulously:

“My hands are only exposed because I can't wear gloves when I sew, and you still don't have the right to do that. It's in the Bible; If your eye or your hand causes you to sin, throw it away!” A small smile came to Frollo's face when he heard that.

“So bold... It's typical of women like you to turn away from guilt in order to confuse men's minds with pagan thoughts, but that doesn't matter any more...”

He walked away, heading for the door to leave, but first his attention turned to you:

“It was a nice chat, seamstress... I want you to make me a cloak and sew me a pair of gloves, I'll be expecting you to deliver them tomorrow night.”

After saying that, he left, leaving you with no reaction to what had just happened. You were angry, but at the same time relieved that he hadn't found out. As soon as he left, you stared at your hand, which he touched and intertwined with his large, thin fingers. You'd have to be more careful now, he'd be stalking you and the reason wouldn't just be because he suspected you of helping the Romani people, it would be because of something else and you know exactly what it was and what his intentions were...

End...

[montimer]

Claude Frollo x Knight!reader

Gn!reader, oneshot

Warning: smutty but i'll put a line where it starts

You were his loyal knight. He trusted you deeply. And you never disobeyed him or even hesitated about any of his request.

He loved you for your loyalty and how brave you were. There was just this one problem. He didn't just admire you for those quality's. He got lost in your eyes and the way you smiled at him rather often.

A smug smile always formed on his lips whenever you replied with a "Yes sir!"

And when your attention was on someone else, well it made him very upset. Especially if you looked happy talking to the person who wasn't him.

But he refused the idea of being in love. 'No there is just no way, i must be wrong' he told himself.

He found himself thinking about you at late nights. At first it was just him worrying. But soon he started to rewind memories. Memories about you talking to him, smiling at him, calling out to him.

'This is all their fault' he thought to himself. 'You're the reason i can't get any sleep' he complained.

Earlier in the afternoon he couldn't stop staring at you and when you pointed it out he said that you are falsely accusing him. Which you responded with a "Im sorry sir. It's just that you look tired, is everything alright?"

He stared at you unblinking for a second (which kind of spooked you out). "I just- had a problem with the fireplace, yes yes thats it" he said it strangely but not enough for you to suspect anything. Plus you didn't wanted to question the judge anymore.

"I see, well if there's anything i can help with, you know where to find me" you said it smilingly with a wink. You didn't mean anything by it, just wanted to seem nice but he almost choked on the air.

He didn't said anything, and after coming back to reality he quickly gave you a nod.

'He probably didn't get much sleep' you thinked.

"Well im off! Hope ur majesty sleeps well tonight." And with that you jumped on your horse and he watched you until you disappeared.

Back to the present he was still wide awake. He wished he could just finally sleep and get a good rest.

After moving around for a couple of more seconds he found himself in a comforting position. And soon after finally fall asleep.

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In his dream, even there you couldn't leave his mind.

Plus you were laying so close to him. And your hands roamed around his body, complimenting him, asking him if it feels good.

"Oh Judge, you are the greatest" you said it seductively, stroking his ego (and his body)

He couldn't respond, only moans and whimpers came out of his mouth.

Your hands find their ways to his private area and he felt his heart skip a beat.

He was a blushing mess at this point.

Your voice, your hand, your beauty was making him go crazy. How could he not give in?

Your figure took his face in their hands and pulled him in for a kiss. When you pulled away he was trying to catch his breath. He never felt this good before. He never wanted to give in to lust, to sin. But here he is, letting you take control.

His hands moved to touch you but you grabbed them and pinned him down. Now on top of him.

"I saw the way you were staring at me, taking a like to me huh sir?"

He was not sure how long he can handle this for.

He didn't quite know what or how to but he wanted some sort of release from the pleasure.

You started kissing his neck and nibbling on it. He felt something rush trough him.

He woke up and sit up fast, still panting, his face all red.

He felt a strange feeling in his pants. Little did he know he just had a wet dream.

After that he felt very embarrassed but also interested. He couldn't look you in the eye that day. He just stared at you, turning away with a slight blush when you looked at him.

But now he knew, that no matter what. He has to make you his.

'They will be mine, even if it takes for me to act a sin. It's their fault anyways, they must knew what they were doing to me, with the way they talk,act, and smile my way' he told himself many times.

And the judge does not give up so easily. So it's all on you. Will you go the easy or the hard way?

[blueninjablade3]

Blueninjablade3’s Masterlist (So far)

Frollo

Affection Headcanons

Yandere Alphabet

How he reacts to you off handily calling him your husband

How they are with their S/O on their period

Frollo with a Badass Women

How Disney villain men react to you being jealous of someone close to them

How I think the Disney Villains celebrate Christmas!

Jafar

Affection Headcanons

Yandere Alphabet

How Jafar deals with his S/O being sad

How he reacts to you offhandedly calling him your husband

How they are with their S/O on their period

How Disney villain men react to you being jealous of someone close to them

Hades

Why don’t you trust me (angst) That’s part one -> click here for two

Yandere Alphabet

How he reacts to you off handily calling him your husband

How they are with their S/O on their period

How Disney villain men react to you being jealous of someone close to them

Hook

Affection Headcanons

Yandere Alphabet

How he reacts to you off handily calling him your husband

Romantic headcanons

How they are with their S/O on their period

How Disney villain men react to you being jealous of someone close to them

How I think the Disney Villains celebrate Christmas!

For Once I’ll Thank The Croc

Basil Of Baker St

Yandere Headcanons

Basil of Baker St wedding/ proposal headcanons

How they are with their S/O on their period

Ratigan

How he reacts to you off handily calling him your husband

How they are with their S/O on their period

How Disney villain men react to you being jealous of someone close to them

Clayton

How he reacts to you off handily calling him your husband

How they are with their S/O on their period

How Disney villain men react to you being jealous of someone close to them

McLeach

How they are with their S/O on their period

Alameda Slim

How they are with their S/O on their period

How I think Disney Villains celebrate Christmas!

Cruella Devil

How I think the Disney Villains celebrate Christmas!

[francis-writes]

Dom!Frollo w breeding kink (cause he’d want to have heirs)

A/N: sorry, it's a bit short and crappy but i have a writer's block and anything worth doing is worth doing poorly

You were standing by the window, admiring the landscape of Paris. All of sudden, strong hands grabbed you from behind and you felt a warm breath on your neck. "Do you know what day we have today, darling?" Frollo asked and bit your earlobe. You tried to hold back a quiet moan. "No, tell me what is it?" He kissed your neck. "Fourteenth day since you last started bleeding. Today I will make sure you will give me a son" His hand sneaked under your dress and squeezed your breast. You gasped. "Claude, Paris is looking-" you pointed at the open window. "Great" he took you in his arms and carried you to the bed "whole Paris shall see how much I love you" He put you on the soft bedding and climbed on top of you. "And they will see it again when I put my child in you" You started taking off your dress. In opinion of Claude it was taking you too long so he grabbed the fabric and pulled it over your head. He leaned over and stuck two fingers into your cunt. You gasped as he started massaging your clit with his thumb. After some time he pulled off his fingers covered in sticky juice and put them in your mouth. You knew what he wanted so you licked them clean. He smiled. "You're already dripping wet" Claude leaned closer and kissed you "And when I will be done with you, you will be dripping with my cum" He entered you and started thrusting. You had to admit that for his age, Frollo had impressive stamina and virility, especially in bedroom. You embraced his waist with your legs and pushed his hips a bit when he thrusted into you. "I c-can't wait-" he started speaking, struggling to form a proper sentence "-until you will be completely full with my seed. Until you will be swollen, bearing my child" He kissed you. "You will be completely mine then" His moves got faster, you could see he isn't gonna last much longer today. "Give it to me, Claude" you whispered. It was the only encouragement he needed. He finally came with a long moan and collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. You also tried to catch your breath, you were both hot and sweaty but definitely pleased. Claude leaned on his elbows and gave you a kiss. "We will need to repeat this" he smiled "just to be sure"

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hiiiiiii! I hope you're still writing about Claude Frollo😓

If so, then can I request some smut with sub!Frollo x an experienced!fem!reader? (This is the first time for Frollo)

thank you in advance. I love your works.💗

Teach me lust

Frollo x prostitute!reader

warning : +18, smut, dom/sub undertones, implied age gap, kissing, blindfold, drinking alcohol, rosary use, no use of Y/n

Summary : Even a religious man like him had indulged in lust at some point before he vowed abstinence. Younger, more lustful, longing for a desire that was not his own, not full of insecurity...he wanted something leading. A memory as clear as the experience of the coins he gave her ringing, the flickering of candles and the rustling of fabric as he saw a naked woman in front of him for the first time. It seemed as if he had the deadly sin in front of him personally and he simply had to give himself to her.

info : Thanks for the request anon and I'm very sorry for the months of waiting but I really had no motivation for Frollo and now I have time. Have fun reading and thanks again for the request :)

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Didn't every man have a need for love? A need for lust, for devotion, for sex? Questions that went on in the minds of normal inhabitants of the city of Paris, questions from uneducated people who didn't know that abstinence and finding God was so much better.

Because faith and the Bible were the only things a man needed, he surrendered to lust, he was absorbed in it and nothing more...well, that's what the aspiring young judge thought too, his dark hair always peeking out from between books and steps whenever he was seen in the library, in the teaching areas of the church and in conversations with the archbishop.

His pointed nose buried in the books, the scent of ink and old parchments surrounded him with a hint of wine when he came out of a mass and had tasted and drunk the body of Christ...but now, for some time now, he smelled something sweet.

He had to take a detour on his way back in the evening because of work in his quarter, not through the baker's quarter with its pleasant smell as usual, no, he had to go through the sweet quarter, the corrupt quarter, the quarter of sins where one pub and brothel followed the next.

,,Do not raise your eyes and the Lord will guide you safely” he had muttered to himself as he looked at the cobblestones at his feet and he hoped to get out of here quickly.

But it was this sweet smell, like a garden of pretty roses, like a wine he wanted to taste, like something he wanted to touch, he wanted to feel it and a whistle finally made him stop and he looked up.

From the dark floor past the entrances to a higher window in the glow of candles he saw her, a look half in shadow, a smile and above all a bare upper body for a moment, ,,Good evening my sweet!” she called down to him, winking and covering her body with a robe again, hoping he would come to her.

He almost dropped his bag of books before he pulled his hood back over his face and ran, ran with warm cheeks, a racing heart and a sweet tingling sensation running through his loins I could see her, her breasts he thought his inner voice playing that brief moment over and over again.

It wouldn't let him go as he hurried into his house and locked the door as he washed his face with cold water and slipped into his nightshirt.

It was that night, that encounter that wouldn't let him go, that longing he had for hours in the dark, not daring to touch, knowing he should do it but the thought insulted him, ,,Were you soft?" he finally asked the question, his hands trying to reach for her body in the void.

He imagined how she felt, how she moved, what sounds she made and his mind filled with all kinds of imaginings. Imaginations that were unholy, that resembled hell, that were flashc but made him feel so warm.

But at the same time the shame burned within him he was a man of god soon he would be judge Claude Frollo and would finally be able to pursue his destiny of justice and now? Was lust so bad?

Everyone should have tasted the cup of seduction once to realize that he wasn't missing anything, God would tell him when he went too far, right?

It was after this, when a young inexperienced Frollo, not yet disillusioned with the world, made a decision that would guide him for the rest of his life, that the next day he barely paid attention to the archbishop's teaching because his mind was only on one thing, on someone, on the one thing he would get.

The sun would soon set and he paced nervously in his home, the small leather bundle in which he had coins rang whenever he counted the coins, telling himself that there were enough, ,,Is that right? Of course not...but if I get over it I will be reborn as a purified man” he mumbled, looking at the wooden image of Mary who assured him that he was doing the right thing.

That when he closed the door to his house and the sun had set, he pulled his hood over his face and set off in the direction of the quarter, it was the first time he used his own words of faith, that he twisted the holy word, that he used what he thought was right when his gaze was not on the ground of abstinence but on the sins of lust and gluttony.

The wine and beer seemed to flow from the bars, the moans and screams could be heard coming from the brothels and his eyes looked up to see her smile at him again, almost knowing he would come in to her as he walked into the brothel.

Inside, still reminiscent of a bar, there was less of the atmosphere of alcohol and instead it was the laughter of women snuggling up to men, he swallowed as he saw the dresses, the wide necklines, the skirts pulled up and the ankles exposed, Nothing but sin his inner voice still trying to stop him just turning back around and praying for his soul.

But when he looked up from the lower floor to the stairs he saw her, even in the crowd he could see her winking at him, a movement with her fingers making her move automatically.

He had to touch himself, he simply had to have her.... he had to feel her, he had to be free from the sin of temptation through her.

Frollo walked up the stairs, hood still on, following her past the doors behind which he heard the sounds of lust, sounds he dreamed at most, imagined when he wanted to touch himself just to pray for hours until he stopped having such thoughts.

The end of the corridor where her room was he crossed the threshold and closed the door, the sinful noises stopped and he took off his hood, his decision made with his thoughts, ,,So I see you've decided to come to me,” she said and smiled as he nodded for the moment, his voice still rooted to the spot.

He looked as lost as he felt and she poured cheap wine into two cups, ,,What do you call it...oh yes the blood of Christ” she laughed at him as she seemed to recognize him, his gaze falling down to him to notice that she could see the beads of his rosary.

He was truly unprepared, like an unbeliever who had yet to find faith, ,,Do you know me?” he dared to ask, his reputation was not yet known everywhere but here in the neighborhoods he was known quite well, to commit himself to the path of sin now could mean his end.

But she just grinned again, took another sip of the wine and gave him a cup herself, looking at him through eyes made up in such a way that he swallowed, his dry throat longing for something as he tasted the wine, ,,I know each of my customers as well as a mother knows her child,” she continued, walking slowly towards him.

The dark-haired man almost choked on the wine and tensed as he saw her hand run over her dress, which was tied tighter than necessary, the fabric exposing much more than it should and the blush rising to his cheeks as he looked at her bust.

She saw his gaze, knew this inexperience, but a man of god had her here before it made it more interesting, ,,You don't need to be ashamed, it shows us what we want even if god tells us no.” She tried to lean into his face and brushed a dark strand from his face as he leaned away, not wanting her touch to go that far.

She felt his heated skin, his rapid heartbeat and the look that tried not to linger on her, ,,Will it be enough?” he asked instead, suddenly pushing past her into the room, unconsciously or consciously blocking his way out and holding out a handful of coins to her.

Golden coins, it was so many that he could stay here with her for a whole week, God wasn't interested in her, in the trade of women who had no choice, so it wouldn't interest him to take anything more than necessary from the theologian.

Taking the coins elegantly but quickly, she let them disappear into the box before turning to her client, ,,You're all mine, my pretty angel," she purred, fingers swiftly undoing the laces of her dress with each step towards him, the fabric loosening and her naked body illuminated by the candles.

Downing the last of the wine in one gulp, he hesitantly reached out for her, making a surprised sound as he touched her hips, ,,Soft,” he uttered the word, making her laugh, a pretty laugh, a laugh he wanted to hear more often and a laugh that stopped when he suddenly felt her lips on his.

Her own hands running over his robe, gently pulling the dark fabric from his body as she engaged him in one of his first kisses, inexperience meeting experience, Frollo wanting to please her, wanting that feeling and gasping in surprise as he felt her bite his lip.

It was the first time he had mixed this pain with lust, the first time it burned into him, the possession, the pain, the lust, ,,Truly immaculate as the virgin herself” she whispered gently kissing her way down his neck and guiding him slowly towards the bed.

The pillows and blankets supported his fall and he gazed into her hair-framed face as she practically sat between his legs, ,,And...you?” he dared to ask, not knowing if he was insulting her and already feeling bad about it, but she was a prostitute not a saint.

A question that made her smile again and she grabbed his hand, kissed his fine fingers and finally placed them on her breast, ,,I am immaculate, stained, old, young, holy, unholy, a guiding voice or a yielding one...I am everything you want” she gave him the options and Frollo's fingers groped her breasts as if he was afraid of hurting her.

Still unsure at first, he added his other hand shortly afterwards and she let him grope her body; she hadn't had such an inexperienced client for a long time.

But he was sweet, he was holy, still in full bloom, not ruined by the man, a thought that made her sigh and his gaze went up to her, ,,Is it good?” he asked and she nodded closing her eyes trying to push her body slightly towards his and her fingers gripped his tighter, showing him that it was okay to squeeze harder.

He seemed almost more sickly than the children in the alleys, thin, hardly any real muscle on him, more like a statue, ,,A saint in my bed truly beautiful" she admitted again seeing his gaze avoid hers, his hands come away from her and she put them back against herself and pulled him into another kiss.

She felt him gradually relax at last and she reached for the piece of fabric tied to the bedpost, ,,Close your eyes,” she told him, almost immediately, and his quick relenting was cute, someone who was so up in society down here they were all the same.

Tying the piece of cloth tightly around his head, she gave him one last kiss on the tip of his nose before he lost his sight, lying beneath her, shivering and gasping with every slightest movement, not knowing if she was leaving him here or not.

Normally she would, she would leave her regular customers here and envy him but now, he was too sweet too sacred to deform like this, ,,Relax my angel” she ordered him nodding and looking at the younger man for a moment.

Pink cheeks, a rapidly rising chest, a heart that seemed to jump out of his chest and an excitement that slowly demanded attention, ,,You will soon feel faith in a completely different way,” she said as she reached for his rosary and took it from him.

The small silver cross hung in front of her, a brief moment of thinking wanted to take over her mind, she had hardly been able to decide for this life, but a customer was a customer no matter if holy or poor.

Concentrating back on her work, she took the cross in her hand and ran it carefully over his heated skin, ,,Does that feel good?” she asked whenever she saw him pressing against her, his hips trying to get some excitement, his point of shame slowly slipping away.

Stroking the cross over his heated skin, she let her hand stroke his cock again and again, always enough to elicit a whimper from the younger man, to show him how good the pleasure could feel, ,,Ple-Please...more” he finally conceded and she rewarded him with a kiss and let the cross move a little more firmly over his body.

The little red strands she kissed and ran over him turned him on more, the pain and lust now had him firmly in their grip and she stroked another strand of hair from his face, ,,Such a good boy” her praise made him moan and a smile crept onto her lips.

Such a simple praise with such a big effect, it was exactly this power that she loved, his hasty nod was rewarded with more touches and kisses and she smeared the first drops of pleasure on his belly

After a few moments, she put the rosary back on him, took the blindfold off, he blinked several times until he met her gaze.

He probably wanted to say something but only a whimper came out as he held on to her, she understood very well what he wanted, the dilated pupils and his hasty breathing she knew what he was asking for.

Stroking his cheek, she reached for the small bottle of oil, dabbed her fingers lightly with it and felt him press lightly against her again, ,,Shh, don't get impatient now,” she warned gently, but she saw him look at her apologetically, his hands clutching the blanket and he leaned his head back into the pillow.

He thought they would turn around and he would be on top as he knew it, but when she slid down on him after a moment he just said, ,,Relax," he moaned out loud as he felt her around him for the first time and thought he had completely fallen into sin, it felt so good.

A feeling that was so different than just pleasure, so much more than just divinity, ,,Mhhh good isn't it?” she asked him, moving just a little as his whole body seemed to shudder beneath her.

Rarely had she seen such an extreme reaction, but he was still handsome, still so handsome, and she slowly let her own pleasure take over, her gasps and whimpers slowly beginning to mingle with his moans.

Her hip movements gradually began to quicken she believed he would come at any moment if she rode him fully, grabbing at his hands which clutched convulsively at the blanket and pillows she placed them against her breasts again.

This time he instinctively grasped harder, wanted to feel her, got to feel her and she gave him more pleasure, gave him more to hear, gave him more praise which made him want to swing in rhythm with her, he had finally let go of the divinity and was completely addicted to her.

The rosary moved over his skin whenever the two bodies moved, the cool silver was pleasantly cool on his heated skin, a light film of sweat lay on the two bodies, candles made the shadows of the two tremble.

She moaned as he unintentionally nipped her nipple and she just murmured, ,,Good so sweet” to him as her own understanding became more and more lost in lust, but the thought between them that she was only allowing him all this only turned him on more.

But his thrusts slowly became faster, out of sync with her and she pushed his hands back onto the bed, not allowing him to touch her again and his whimpers were punished with a scratch as she traced the red stripes of the cross, his moans almost becoming a yelp as she leaned against him.

His plea barely intelligible came out in an unanswerable whimper and babble she only answered with a “come for me” she only knew to hold onto him one last time and bury his cry in a kiss.

The trembling of both bodies stopped after a few final movements, her own climax almost better than the money she got for such pleasure.

Savoring the moment, she slowly rose from him, heard his whimper as he lost her warmth and could only grin, ,,Now you're stained my pretty one,” she murmured to him and stroked a strand of hair from his face, seeing that he could almost not open his eyes but the small smile on his lips that he gave her said everything she needed to know.

She had seduced him on the path of lust, made him commit a mortal sin, had a new follower, she would become his saint but above all she had corrupted the future judge Claude Frollo into a whimpering, pleading pretty boy.

She had taught him lust and from now on she would do it whenever he came to see her.

Lust was so much stronger than faith...

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[yinyangyandere]

💔 Gone, But Not Forgotten ll Disney Villain HCs💔

Synopsis; 'How Scar, Frollo, Jafar, Hades, Hook, and Ursula would react to their s/o losing someone close to them'

ll Caution: Discussions of death, somewhat of a vent

A.N.; Man, first post on this blog and it's something sad. What a way to start this whole thing. In any case, I wanted to make a small "vent-imagine" as my own grandmother passed away today. I won't get into too much detail, but I find solace in thinking about my favorite characters helping me during all of this. Sorry if anything's OOC; I'm not the best at writing, and even if these are just headcanons, I still apologize if there's some mischaracterization I accidentally did. But, I hope you enjoy. Have a great day!

ll SCAR ll

Admittedly, he’d be rather standoffish about the subject at first. He’ll still be there beside you as you grieve, but he’s more at a loss of words than anything.

Scar disliked his father, so he didn’t feel too much grief when King Ahadi died protecting the Pride Lands. If anything, he felt more resentment towards him since, with his dying breath, Ahadi had given the title of king towards Mufasa.

However, even if they were distant at times, his affinity towards his mother, Queen Uru, was more apparent. They were more close together, and while he’d never actually say it out loud, her eventual death of old age tore through him. So, in that aspect, he does somewhat understand your pain.

He’ll be more quiet as you process everything, but he’d still offer some words of understanding to you.

If you cry in the attention of others, he won’t do close PDA; he’ll wrap his tail around you and sit close to you though. But if you two are alone, he’ll wrap a paw around you and gently bring you over to do the lion version of a hug.

If you’re okay with it, Scar will give you several licks and allow you to weep in his mane. Even if he may dislike the prospect of dirtying his special source of pride, he’ll allow it for you alone.

“Life is often unfair, but we must keep pushing on. If not for your sake, then let it be for their’s.”

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ll FROLLO ll

Out of all the villains, Frollo probably handles what you're going through the best.

Thanks to it being around the 1400s, people passing away were definitely more common, so he was used to any grief you display and assure you that it's alright to cry.

Due to his job of being a figurehead of the Church, he is accustomed to death in general and, while he doesn't officiate the funerals of every single citizen of Notre Dame, he'll gladly do your loved ones.

In fact, he'd probably find a way to be the priest for the funeral even if you were hesitant. Frollo is both persuasive and assertive at once.

It would be a standard, if not slightly more sophisticated, Catholic funeral. Knowing him it would be a burial rather than something like cremation. Otherwise he would probably say some shit like "And send them down to brimstone and fire?! No, they shall be buried and that's final."

Of course, his stony expression doesn't waver before and after the funeral. Though, deep down, he's worried for you. He knows that, after losing someone close to you, you are capable of spiraling down into depression and…the chance of losing you.

He’ll be clingy for a little while, subtle enough for you to not catch attention but enough to make others raise a slight eyebrow.

“My Lord, please watch over my love, for they are currently weak and vulnerable. Allow me to protect them no matter the cost.”

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ll JAFAR ll

Jafar’s much like Frollo in how he approaches the situation. On the inside, while he’s truthfully more grateful about the prospect of your attention being more on him in the future, he’s still concerned for your well-being and does wish to help you in any way he can.

He may be a bit overprotective of others coming near you during all of this. God forbid someone, peasant or otherwise, makes fun of you for any reason. It doesn’t matter if they taunt you over you weeping or anything else, he will have their head. Not even to aid him in any magic or sacrifices he tries to do. He’d probably just feed their body to pigs or something.

In normal circumstances, Jafar adores teasing you. However, he’s sensible enough to know not to do so with the problem at hand. While he misses the comebacks you would snap back at him, Jafar would rather not potentially hurt your feelings. He’ll be glad to wait until you feel better.

Remember what I said before about him being grateful for the possibility of your attention being focused more on him from now on? If he notices you’re upset after a while, he decides to shove his pride a bit to make you happy. He asks if, when he’s able to become Sultan, you would be alright with the idea of him actually resurrecting your loved one.

If you say yes, he’ll actually be honest about it. After the Genie grants him his first two wishes, especially the sorcerer one, it will be done post-haste for your sake. If Genie tries to dissuade him from it, Jafar’ll make “the blueberry-pasted moron” zip his trap.

Whether you say yes or no, you’ll ask him how he could do that. After all, despite still being able to do some sorcery, subjects like necromancy are still foreign to him. In response, he’ll grin and say back to you:

“For you, I would remake the world to suit your vision with no qualms. For you, dearest flower; I would do anything for you.”

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ll HADES ll

When you tell him the news, crying all the while, Hades would look confused at you for a second.

“Uh, doll? You know who you’re talking to, right?” Oh.

If you ask him if that’s even allowed or not, Hades would laugh and give you a wide smile. Like he cares about “rules” or what not. It’s his Underworld to reign over, not anyone else’s.

He’ll fish out their soul and allows you to see them. It’s a heartfelt reunion, and as both of you cry in happiness, Hades would be standing off to the side like 🧍. 

If both of you agree to it, he’ll also allow your loved one to come back to life as well. If they were old when they died, he’ll make them younger and healthier as a bonus.

He can’t stand mushy-stuff, but he refuses to see you in sadness or in pain. A tad bit of jealousy aside, Hades knows this will make you fall further in love with him. As if you weren’t already head-over-heels for the smug bastard before…

“C’mon, babe. No need to thank me. Go have fun or whatever; just don’t tell Zeus. Guy’s a killjoy!”

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ll CAPTAIN HOOK ll

Not going to lie, if you tell him about the situation and start crying, he would join in with you. He may be a pirate but he’s not completely heartless.

While you grieve, Hook would be there for you every step of the way. And if he’s there for you, so is the rest of the crew. You’d be pampered and spoiled, anything to show he’s here to help whenever you ask for it.

He’d probably be the type to try and get your mind off of it. Looking out at sunsets, going through collected treasure, sharing stories (especially ones that he knows you would laugh at), that sort of thing. 

Even if he’s in front of his crew, Hook will give you the best comforting hugs. If you’re feeling sad, just resting your head on his shoulder with his soft, fluffy hair would be enough to soothe you.

When you two are alone, he’ll quietly sing gentle songs to you, far different from the usual sea shanty he’d parade about. If you begin to cry, he’ll wipe away the tears falling down your face (of course making sure his hook doesn’t cut you) and urge you closer to him.

Definitely the sweetest out of all the villains.

“Look up at the stars, love. See how many there are? Know that, one of them, is your loved one. They’ll always be there to guide you on the darkest nights, even if you are alone.”

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ll URSULA ll

As you go through the stages of grief, like with all of the villains listed here, Ursula would do her best to stay by your side and help when need be.

She’d be very touchy with you, offering hugs, kisses, hand-holding, all the works. She knows all too well the feeling of being alone in the world, and Ursula is determined to make sure you don’t feel like you’re going through all of this alone.

I hope you’re okay with her embraces being a bit “slimy” feeling; though, if you’re dating her, I’d say you’d be used to it by now.

Thanks to her deal-making skills, she always knows just what to say in this situation. Except, while she was often dishonest with the deals she made, she’s 100% genuine here. 

All-in-all, definitely second-best when it comes to being the sweetest to you in this time of your life.

Not related to Ursula herself, but Flotsam and Jetsam would be all-over you. You know how dogs can sometimes tell when their owner is feeling sad, and they comfort you by just laying their head on you? That’s them. Despite Ursula sometimes being overwhelmed by the two’s shenanigans, deep down, she’s thankful that they help cheer you up.

“Oh, angelfish, there, there. You were good to them, and I’m sure that they’ll always watch over you from now on. Just like me.”

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Thanks for reading! 💛

[frolloscumragxx78]

Frollo smut headcanons <3

Frollo is 100% a power bottom. As much as he loves control, he also likes being controlled.

He has a big thing for being slapped/spanked and NO ONE can convince me otheriwse

He has a mommy/daddy/master kink

He hates humiliation and sees it as a punishment for whatever you see as "disobedient"

Doesn't enjoy being nude constantly, he enjoys getting pounded in his robes 🤭

Spit on him and he'll lose his mind.

He likes being fondled with in public.

He can only go on for like 20 minutes cuz he's old as shit.

He isn't big on masterbaution

Hair pulling >>>

[svaints]

[seaslugfanclub]

Queen of the Southern Isles: If you’re saying I play favorites, you’re wrong. I love all my children equally.

*The queen, earlier that day*: I don’t care for Hans…

Hook: May I try to “rizz you up”?

(Y/N): Sure?

Hook *clinging to (Y/N)s leg*: PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE—-

*(Y/N) having a sleepover with Clayton*

(Y/N):… Psst— Clayton, are you asleep?

Clayton: I’m trying to.

(Y/N):….Tarzans first wet dream didn’t involve a Human.

Clayton: WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP—

(Y/N): What’s your favorite color Gaston?

Gaston: Red. No, Green.

(Y/N): Awesome! I love learning about you :)

Gaston: I fucked up it’s yellow

*Frollo freaking out for no reason*

(Y/N): Daddy chill

Frollo:….What the hell is even that!?

Hans: I have done nothing wrong, ever.

(Y/N): I know this and I love you

Rourke: *explaining the horrors he witnessed in WWI*

(Y/N): Today I saw a balloon