#fem!frollo imagine

[zafirosreverie]

A special interest (Fem!Frollo x F!Reader)

for: @frogs-and-arrows​

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You shifted uncomfortably in your seat for the fifth time in the half hour you'd been there. You didn't like going to church much, but it wasn't like you had much of a choice, not with your mother constantly watching and condemning your every action. Sometimes you thought her real intention was to see how long it would take for the priest to adopt you and make you a nun. As if.

You assumed that your punishments could be worse, your parents could beat you with a stick like many of your friends’ parents did, or publicly humiliate you in your neighborhood like poor Susan (the girl was only 13 years old, she didn’t deserve what they had done to her). But no, your mother had decided that it was better to send you to confess every time you did something “out of line”, as she called it. You were sure that she knew how nervous it made you to be in that place.

And it is that for several months now, you had begun to notice a strange sensation, a chill running down your spine as if you were not alone, as if someone was watching you. But whenever you turned to look for your companion, there was no one.

At first, you thought it was just your imagination, but the feeling became more and more intense until you could no longer ignore it. You tried to talk to the priest, but as soon as he heard you hint that there were spirits in his church, he gave you the look of a thousand devils and you were sure that he would have sent you to the gallows for witchcraft or possession if it weren't for judge Frollo.

The woman, although she was not exactly part of the church as such, commanded respect from everyone who came across her, including the priest and perhaps even the archbishop himself. You felt incredibly small when the woman stood next to you, even though she was only a few inches taller than you, and you couldn't help but blush deeply when she put a hand on your shoulder.

She told the priest that she had caught sight of some altar boys peeking out of the choir entrance and that she believed it was inappropriate for some men belonging to the honorable church to see a chaste and innocent young lady like you with such lustful eyes. You felt your pulse race as she subtly pulled you closer to her, in an almost protective way that woke up something quite dark in your gut.

In the end, the priest had no choice but to accept the explanation, and embarrassed he said that he was going to talk to the altar boys about such unacceptable behavior. It seemed that he, too, felt too small and scared under judge Frollo's piercing gaze. You couldn't blame him. The mere presence of the woman was enough to make your voice shake and just thinking about her made your knees weak. There was something about her that was simply fascinating, beyond her cold tone or her serious expression.

Perhaps it was the confidence with which she walked, knowing that she was in control of herself (something most ordinary women like you could only dream of), or the undoubted fact that this woman could destroy you with just a wave of her hand if she wanted to. You didn't know, but there was a sense of danger and at the same time a fire that threatened to burn you whenever you caught a glimpse of her.

More than once you had chided yourself for having such impious thoughts about the older woman. It wasn’t good and you knew it. If someone knew of the impure desires that the judge aroused in you...well, let's just say that you would be lucky if they ONLY sent you to the stake. You shook your head slightly, feeling your cheeks flush just thinking of her, and mentally berated yourself. You tried to control your breathing and focus on your surroundings. There it was again, the feeling of being watched.

Not caring much for manners, you looked directly around you, hoping to find your stalker, but again there was no one there. It was starting to get frustrating and frankly, scary. Your mother had said that you should be flattered that someone was interested in you, but all you wanted was to be left alone.

"I'm done" you whispered, although, in the empty temple, the echo amplified your voice a little "next time I'll go to the chapel of the neighboring town"

"A long and unnecessary journey for a young lady"

You jumped and spun around, swallowing hard as a pair of brown orbs plunged into yours, nearly scanning your entire soul. Your legs trembled and you didn't know whether or not to thank that you were alone with her.

"M-my lady" you said, getting up from the wooden bench to make a quick respectful bow "I-I didn't hear you coming, I apologize."

She just looked at you intensely for a few seconds, as if she was looking for something in you. Your cheeks flushed again and you had to use all your strength not to bite your lower lip. The effect that woman had on you with her mere presence was incredible.

Finally, she nodded, as if you had just passed a test that you had no idea about, but just the approving look from her allowed you to breathe with something close to normal again. You were at least a little proud that whatever she was seeing in you, she liked.

"Come with me, Miss Y/L/N" she said with a low but firm voice.

She didn't even wait for your response, simply turned on her heel and started walking, letting you fight your emotions as your feet shuffled behind her. You weren't sure what one of the most influential women in Paris could want with a clumsy little girl like you, but you weren't going to disrespect her by saying no.

You walked behind her in silence out of the temple, trying to ignore the way your heart seemed to want to jump out of your chest. Suddenly, you were all too aware of the sound of your heels against the cold marble of the floor and the need for air was too much, even though you were in the open.

You allowed yourself to look at her for a second. She seemed lost in her thoughts and you almost thought you saw the shadow of doubt and fear in her eyes, but you quickly dismissed the idea. Claudine Frollo was not afraid of anything, there were those who whispered that even death was afraid of her.

"You're of age, aren't you, miss Y/L/N?" she asked suddenly

You were surprised when she abruptly stopped in her footsteps and were grateful that you were a couple of steps behind her, allowing you to stop before you slammed into her. However, there was no way to stop your blush at her words and you looked at the ground, playing with the edge of your sleeve.

"Y-yes, my lady" you replied

"And still single as far as I know"

You swallowed and felt the shame quickly engulf you. You wondered how she knew so much about you but remembered that her position probably meant that she had to know a lot if she wanted to keep it. Still, it didn't make you feel any less nervous, because you knew what the next question was.

"Yes, my lady"

"Why? No suitor meets your expectations?"

"...more like I don't meet theirs" you whispered

"Pardon me?"

You sighed and forced back the tears that were beginning to pool at the corners of your eyes. You didn't know why, but you didn't want to appear weak in front of the judge as if it was a bigger sin than all the ones you were hiding because of her.

"I'm too wild" you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant "my father hasn't been able to find me a suitor"

"Wild?" she asked, almost sounding amused at the thought "what makes them think so?"

"I read, I know mathematics, a little medicine, I play chess and I don't usually follow the rules very much" you said

"So they are fools who are afraid of an intelligent and beautiful woman" she said with a smirk "nothing new"

Your breath caught in your throat as she smiled at you and something in your gut churned as you realized she had called you beautiful. For some reason, coming from her it felt like the highest compliment you could ever hope for.

"Still, you would do well to be careful" she added.

You looked at her and frowned curiously. Apart from constantly tripping over even your own dress, you really didn't have much to worry about…right? The older woman must have understood your doubt because she sighed softly and moved closer to you.

"My dear girl" she said "This world can be very cruel, and I assure you that there are men more than willing to sin and condemn you for your beauty, dowry or not"

You swallowed softly and really tried to focus on her words and the great truth they contained…but it was too hard with her so close, staring at you like you were the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Devils are always hunting little angels like you" she added, caressing your cheek.

It took all of your self-control not to close your eyes and lean into her touch. Her hands were a little rough, probably from riding so frequently in pursuit of criminals, but they still had a warmth that melted your soul.

"You said you played chess" she said, taking a step away as if she felt you were short of breath.

"Y-yes my lady" you stuttered, almost unable to hear her due to how hard your heart was beating

The woman looked at you for a moment, as if she was considering her next words, trying to make sure it was a safe move. Because Claudine Frollo never took false steps.

"I'll tell you what" she said after a moment "if you don't get a suitor by the end of the month, I'll take you on as an assistant"

Your eyes widened and you gasped silently, looking at her in disbelief. The judge had never, ever taken an assistant in all the time that... well, that you've lived. And now she was offering it to you, just like that.

"M-my lady, I would be honored but... what could I offer you? I'm just a clumsy girl" you said embarrassed 

"I doubt that" she replied seriously "besides, I'm curious to see if you can beat me at chess, Miss Y/L/N"

"I-...thank you for the honor, my lady" you replied, making a quick bow.

Your mind was working like crazy trying to catch up on that news. Assistant of Judge Claudine Frollo? It was better than any suitor your father found could offer you.

"I don't know if my parents will believe me" you whispered, but she heard you

"Don't worry about that, mon agneau" she said "I'll send a letter to your father with my seal"

"T-thank you my lady" you replied "although I don't know why you would go to such trouble with me"

As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted it. No one questioned Judge Frollo! Much less when she was giving you such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You were sure that you had spoiled everything, but she just looked at you with something almost close to tenderness (you weren't entirely sure if the woman was capable of feeling something like that) and again invaded your personal space to caress your cheek.

"I am a woman who always fulfills her duty" she said "and it is my duty to protect a jewel as precious as you, isn't it?"

You felt a fire ignite inside of you and your breathing quickened as she brought her face closer to yours. Her eyes never left yours, as if she was gauging your reaction, and you were sure that with how close she was, even she could feel your heart about to jump out of your chest.

You closed your eyes by inertia and her lips barely touched yours when she moved away as fast as she had come into your personal space. You immediately felt the cold of the day, your body missing her warmth. You opened your eyes, trying to recover, and were thankful that she didn't show signs of being as affected as you were.

"I'll see you later, Miss Y/L/N" she said with the same firm tone she used to address everyone.

You nodded gently and gave a quick curtsey that she returned with a nod, before turning on her heel and leaving you alone again. You took several breaths and closed your eyes to keep from getting dizzy. You no longer knew if it was better to keep trying to find a suitor or just wait for the end of the month.

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You were surprised at how quickly the letter arrived. Your parents were concerned when they saw the judge's seal, wondering what they could have done to deserve some punishment. However, their faces changed as soon as they read the first lines, and your father looked at you in amazement while your mother fell to the ground crying and thanking God for such a great blessing. You tried not to smile too much or blush as you read the letter your father gave you with trembling hands and one line caught your eye:

"I have developed a special interest in your daughter, who has shown extraordinary gifts of intelligence..."

Well, it looked like you'd have to practice chess for the rest of the month if you wanted to be a worthy rival to Claudine Frollo.

[muiitoloko]

A few days ago I remembered some videos/posts that talked about how Judge Turpin and Minister Frollo (The Hunchback of Notre-Dame) looked alike, well, imagine if our dear Turpin had a partner with a strong personality like Esmeralda has, who doesn't obey the judge's orders and one of her biggest hobbies is to irritate him (whether by doing silly things like pasting drawings on his things or even something like leaving the house when he had said no) but despite everything they get along well and love each other in their own way

You don't have to write about it, only if you want to of course, I just had to ramble about it with someone

(Isso tá remoendo minha cabeça desde o final de semana juro pra ti 😭)

Title: The Witch and the Judge.

Summary: Despite everything, Judge Turpin loved his damned gypsy.

Pairing: Judge Turpin × Fem! Reader

Warnings: none

Author's Notes: Haha, can you imagine Judge Turpin dealing with a partner like that? It would be like trying to control a whirlwind with a mind of its own! 😄 But hey, who knows, maybe underneath all that irritation, they'd find a strange sort of harmony. Love can be weird like that!

Your life with Judge Richard Turpin is a complex dance of irritation and affection, a performance that seems to bewilder and entrap him in equal measure. Despite his stern demeanor and the cruel reputation that precedes him, his infatuation with you is a peculiar mix of fascination and frustration, which you wield with the deftness of a seasoned performer.

One crisp morning, you decide to step out into the bustling streets of London without his permission. Dressed in your colorful gypsy attire, you wander through the market square, the scent of fresh bread and spices filling the air. The whispers and stares of townsfolk follow you, a stark contrast to the grim respect they show Turpin. When you finally return, his expression is a storm of fury and relief.

"Where have you been?" he demands, his baritone voice echoing through the grand halls of the mansion. You merely smile, a knowing glint in your eye, and brush past him, leaving him to stew in his mixed emotions.

On another occasion, the mischievous glint in your eye turns towards his prized judicial robes. Waiting until he is preoccupied with one of his many cruel decrees, you sneak into his chambers and don the imposing black garb. The heavy fabric swirls around you as you stand before the mirror, mimicking his haughty stance and imperious glare.

When he finds you, he is momentarily struck silent by the absurdity of the sight. His stern mask cracks, revealing a flicker of amusement before the inevitable exasperation sets in. "You are impossible," he mutters, shaking his head. You laugh, a light and teasing sound that softens his scowl.

Perhaps the most audacious stunt you pull involves the elaborate wooden closet in his study. With a cunning and agility that both amazes and infuriates him, you manage to tie him up inside, gagging him with one of his own silk cravats. You then stride into his courtroom, his robes billowing around you, and take his place on the bench.

The courtroom murmurs in confusion, but none dare question the judge—your judge. You bang the gavel, summoning an authoritative tone. "Order in the court," you declare, relishing the power. The charade lasts only a few minutes before Beadle Bamford bursts in, eyes wide with shock and horror at the sight of you impersonating his master.

Beadle grabbed you firmly by the arm and led you out, his grip tight and his face a mask of concern. You allowed yourself to be guided, playing the part of the innocent and bewildered gypsy wife.

He whisked you into Judge Turpin's office, his steps quick and urgent. "Tell me where the Judge is, now!" Beadle demanded, his voice sharp with worry.

You tapped a finger against your cheek thoughtfully, pretending to ponder. "Oh, Judge Turpin? Hmm... I seem to recall now. I believe I left him somewhere."

Suddenly, a muffled buzzing noise filled the room, as if someone was screaming but gagged. Beadle's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "What have you done this time?"

With a flourish, you pointed towards the large wooden closet in the corner of the study. "Why don't you take a look inside, Beadle?"

Beadle hesitated for a moment, then approached the closet cautiously. With a swift motion, he opened the door and Judge Turpin tumbled out, bound and gagged, falling into Beadle's arms. Turpin's eyes blazed with anger and humiliation, but his words were muffled by the silk cravat gagging him.

"You! You treacherous witch!" Turpin's voice was muffled but filled with venom. "I'll have you hanged for this!"

Beadle swiftly removed the gag from Turpin's mouth, allowing him to spew threats and curses. Turpin squirmed in Beadle's grasp, struggling to free himself. "Beadle, you fool! Release me at once! This is insubordination!"

Beadle obeyed with a reluctant nod, releasing Judge Turpin who stumbled to his feet, his face contorted with rage and embarrassment. As Beadle swiftly exited the study, leaving you alone with the seething judge, you turned to face him, the smirk on your face only serving to further incense him.

Turpin lunged towards you, his baritone voice thundering, "You damn gypsy witch! What foul magic have you used on me this time?" His hooked nose twitched with disdain as he grabbed you by the shoulders, his grip tight and unyielding.

You met his furious gaze with a playful glint in your eyes, pretending to be both innocent and provocative at the same time. "Oh, my dear Judge," you cooed, your voice sweet and mocking, "I just wanted to remind you how it feels to be at my mercy."

Turpin's anger only seemed to grow, but beneath it, there was a familiar gleam of desire. "You are an infuriating creature," he growled, his face inches from yours. "You toy with me like a cat with a mouse. Do you take pleasure in humiliating me?"

You chuckled softly, not breaking eye contact. "Maybe a little," you admitted, your hands reaching up to gently touch his face, tracing the lines of his furrowed brow. "But you love it, don't you, Richard? Admit it."

Turpin's expression softened slightly, his sharp features relaxing under your touch. His voice was quieter now, filled with a mix of frustration and longing. "You bewitch me, woman," he muttered, his breath warm against your skin. "I should have you arrested for this insolence."

You leaned in closer, your lips almost brushing against his ear. "But you won't," you whispered, your voice a low murmur filled with promise. "Because deep down, you want me just as much as I want you."

Turpin's grip on your shoulders loosened, his resolve weakening. "You are a dangerous temptation," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I should resist you."

"But you won't," you repeated, a playful smile spreading across your face. "Because I'm the only one who truly understands you, Richard. The only one who can challenge you."

Turpin's hands slid from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. His voice was low and urgent. "You infuriate me to no end, woman," he breathed, his lips finding yours in a possessive kiss.

You melted into his embrace, knowing that despite his harsh words, you held a power over him that no one else could match. As his hands roamed over your body, you whispered against his lips, "Just admit it, Richard. You love me."

Turpin pulled away slightly, his dark eyes boring into yours. "Damn you," he muttered, his voice thick with desire and frustration. "I love you, you wretched gypsy."

You smirked, tracing a finger along the edge of his jawline. "And I love you, my Judge," you replied, your voice filled with equal parts affection and mischief.

Turpin's lips curved into a reluctant smile, a rare sight, as he watched you waltz away in his judge's robes. His eyes followed your figure, a mixture of frustration and reluctant admiration evident in his expression. He shook his head slightly, knowing that your antics would continue to both infuriate and intrigue him.

As you reached the doorway, ready to disappear around the corner, Turpin acted swiftly, stepping forward to close the distance between you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you firmly against his chest. His hooked nose buried in your hair, he inhaled deeply, the scent of your wildflowers and spice overwhelming his senses.

"Damn witch," Turpin murmured softly, his voice a mixture of exasperation and desire. "You've bewitched me from the moment I saw you."

You tilted your head back, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eyes. "Have I, Judge?" you teased, knowing full well the effect you had on him.

Turpin's grip tightened around you, his baritone voice low and urgent. "Yes, you have," he admitted gruffly. "And now, my dear, it's time for you to learn your place."

You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "And what place is that, Judge?" Your voice was teasing, but there was an underlying challenge in your tone.

His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, "Today, I'll be teaching you how to be a proper wife."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a mix of anticipation and curiosity washing over you. Turpin's intentions were clear, yet you couldn't help but smile mischievously.

Before he could act further, you danced out of his embrace, slipping away from his hold. With a flick of your wrist, you threw off the judge's robes, letting them fall to the floor. You turned to face him, standing there in your gypsy attire, a smirk playing on your lips.

Turpin's eyes followed your every move, a mixture of frustration and desire evident in his gaze. As you began to walk away, he couldn't resist any longer. He lunged forward, capturing you in his arms once again. This time, he didn't let you slip away.

"I warned you, you vexing woman," he growled, his lips finding yours in a fierce kiss. His hands moved possessively over your body, pulling you closer against him.

You melted into his embrace, knowing that despite his stern exterior, he was captivated by you in ways he couldn't resist. His kisses were demanding, his touch possessive, but there was a rawness in his desire that matched your own.

When he finally released you, Turpin rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "You are a maddening creature," he admitted, his voice low and husky. "But you're mine."

You smiled, tracing a finger along his jawline. "And you're mine, Richard," you replied softly, your voice filled with a warmth that surprised even you.

Turpin's eyes softened as he looked at you, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "Come," he said finally, taking your hand in his. "Let's put an end to these games for now."

You followed him willingly, knowing that while your playful antics had brought you closer together, there was much more to discover about the complex dance that had entwined your lives.

[suns-out-sleeps-in]

Rollo's got a Dirty Mind

I have no justification for this other than I think it's funny to make this bastard man so astronomically down bad for a fem!Yuu. If you want someone to blame, blame @mymainwastoocluttered and @marisakumi because I basically lifted this exact prompt from their post. Like y'all I literally got possessed to write this last night at like 930 wtf plus @adrianasunderworld I think you would like this too since we've been bullying Rollo

@mymainwastoocluttered I know I promised you hellfire scenarios and I swear I will give you them once the whole event is translated but I needed to get this out of my system. Also like wow I made this super depraved and Rollo is a big ol' yikes. 2.2k words of him being yikes plus plus implied Malleus x Yuu because I can.

tw: Rollo being Frollo, Delusions, Obsessive behavior, Yandere, Kissing, Tickling, Tickling used as foreplay, Malleus being a simp, Threesome MMFM, Dirty Talk, Praise, Cunnilingus (Fem receiving) Hickeys, Groping, Titty Sucking (please someone tell me if there is a better name for that), Strip Tease, Male Masturbation, Dacryphilia, Fingering (Fem receiving), Rough Sex (MxF), Degradation, Post Nut Delusions, Regret, Gang Bang, More Delusions. Basically, very NSFW so if it ain't your thing then scroll away.

🔞 NO ONE UNDER 18 CAN READ THIS 🔞

I forgot to add this the first time so I'm editing it in now but I do not care. If you are a minor go away this ain't for you.

None of the sexual stuff actually happens Rollo just has a fucked up imagination.

p.s. I wrote this as a fem!reader in mind so I only used words like (she/her/the girl) to describe the reader so...I don't know, you'll see what I mean and hopefully it isn't confusing but tell me if my grammar is off.

Also I didn't know about what happened in part 3 of the event because I wrote this the night before and just finished editing in the morning. Only to go on TikTok and see Rollo being 😬 y'know? So imagine my slight surprise at him being THAT crazy. But still I think this interpretation gives more possibilities even if it's not totally accurate to his character.

How could this have happened?

Rollo Flamme was the prestigious student council president of Nobel Bell College. He was a man both men and women feared and respected as he met their eyes. Yet they dare not to stare into the abyss of his gaze lest they be pulled in.

So how? How could he feel so…undone by a single magicless girl?

His plan was perfect. He finally had THE Malleus Draconia in his grasp by imploringly debasing himself in a letter to that blundering headmage, Dire Crowley, that they simply must have Malleus attend the symposium. Even though he had thought they would send Malleus anyway if not for that blasted lottery system the headmage decided to employ and the fact that Malleus was apparently not even in attendance of the selection anyway. But no matter, he is not above having his assistant give out some meaningless flattery in a letter if it means his plan falls into motion.

Yet the moment the students arrived in the common area and he met her gaze, everything began falling apart.

A…girl? A girl was attending Night Raven? Not even one of Trein's daughters, no! She's simply a student paired with a feline familiar who can speak! Surrounded by all of these delinquent men, floundering for her attention AND she can't perform magic? What has Night Raven College become?! What is that headmage thinking?!

He cannot help how his gaze wanders toward her. She chats so casually with the first year known as Deuce Spade, the two of them are obviously very close. He lets his vice president and assistant speak for him as he imagines the freshman's love-struck gaze filled with longing and beginning to lean in to-

He nearly startles when Azul begins questioning him about the history of the college. He refocuses his mind as they begin the tour.

Why in the world did his mind wander like that? Men and women can be friends and not have feelings for one another. He knows this, and yet, he ponders. 

She is a quiet girl, no doubt. Taking in the scenery so unlike that of Night Raven as they continue the tour while her feline companion badgers with questions aplenty. Him and the sophomore known as Ruggie Bucchi seem to bond over food related inquiries as they question when they will receive sustenance, with the freshman known as Epel Felmier chiming in with more savory options.

Rollo's mind wanders again as he sees Ruggie pull the girl close to him by the waist. The contact is far from friendly yet he can see her relax in his grip as Ruggie whispers conspiratorially in her ear before attempting to tickle her with his clawed fingers. Epel was about to join in before a sharp cough from Trein and Riddle made the three pause and laugh guiltily.

Yet, Rollo sees something more salacious in those two. He sees them restraining her and assaulting her with tickles until she cries out for mercy. Would they grant it to her without question? Or would it come with a price? He takes out his handkerchief and breathes in the scent before he can question just what that price may be.

The worst event happens in the bell tower. His mind had already wandered when she became winded alongside Azul and Idia, with Jamil offering her some water to quench her thirst, but Rollo was quick to shake his head at the image of her grateful smile towards the Scarabia sophomore. But the seed of madness was planted with an offer from Malleus to carry the girl back down the tower lest she becomes unsteady and falls. An offer she was apparently happy to accept.

These two…were friends? Not only friends, but close enough to joke about such displays of skinship with each other?

No. There was no joke. That was love in the ancient fae's eyes.

Malleus Draconia is in love with her.

The very thought makes Rollo want to scream.

The freshman guardsmen known as Sebek Zigvolt tries to dissuade his liege by offering to carry her instead but is rebutted by his senior guardsmen Silver, stating that Malleus could carry her if he so chooses to.

The most lascivious and depraved image fills Rollo's mind as he pictures the three men all but clawing at her bare form. Her whimpers of pleasure are unbidden and raw as Malleus sits her in his lap, whispering words unknown yet passionate in the language of the fae as his two guardsmen drive her mind and body to the brink of ecstasy. Malleus guides the younger fae to lap at her core causing her to squirm in his grasp yet his grip is steady and true on her thighs as his comrade teases her body with softer touches. Silver mindlessly praises her for being able to handle them all at once as he parrots Malleus' words in human tongue. The sophomore litters her neck and collarbone in kisses and lovebites as the girl lets out squeaks and moans of pleasure. Malleus' hands slide across her body to grope her chest and play with the soft mounds of flesh in order to tempt the human into taking one into his mouth and sucking on it. Her hands are stuck in Sebek's hair as he begins to bring her to the brink of ecstasy. Her cries reach a fever pitch in his mind just as everyone decides to descend the tower.

And just as he fears, Malleus Draconia sweeps the girl off her feet as they begin their descent. Her laughter sounds even sweeter than the Bell of Salvation as she admonishes the fae for not giving her a warning first. He teases that it is his duty to playfully startle her when he can. He sees her loop her arms around the fae’s neck and pulls herself closer to him, close enough for him to whisper in her ear something that makes her voice titter with a laugh.

Rollo takes out his handkerchief once more from his pocket. His grip almost tearing the fabric in two. 

He simply must get a hold of himself. He is a man dedicated to fulfilling the duties of the Righteous Judge, for Seven's sake! He is above such debauchery and lust that simply being in a girl's presence would bring a lesser man. He feels himself begin to calm down once they exit the bell tower and return to the square where they gift everyone their festival wear.

"How do I look?" Oh no…

See, the plan was to give the Night Raven students ceremonial outfits to fit the theme of the festival. Knights, merchants, and performers were the inspiration yet how could he have known there was a girl in attendance at an all-male school? So they gave her a slightly altered costume.

He knows the question isn't directed at him. Gods above he knows it. But he can't help the way his mind races at the image before him. Her costume fits perfectly in all of the right ways and Rollo feels his face burn as she smoothes the fabric around her waist, accentuating her figure as she parades around to her friends, playfully tipping her hat towards the upperclassmen in respect. The junior known as Rook Hunt all but bursts into song about her beauty and Rollo can't help but agree with the blonde. Now he pictures himself dressing her down until she-

The students turn themselves out into groups before they head out into the city. Trein takes responsibility for the girl and her cat as Rollo gives the excuse of needing to attend to other duties before he can join them. His Vice and Assistant get no chance to question his off behavior before he retreats to his private dormitory.

As soon as the lock is turned, Rollo flies towards the bathroom. He nearly rips the clothes off his upper body before he pulls his belt loose enough to pull down his pants. He hesitates for barely a second, there is no going back once he begins his sin, but he is far too pent up and his heart is racing too fast to stop before releasing his cock from the confines of his boxers and beginning to stroke to the thought of her.

His pace is rough and fast as he pumps himself to her visage. What she would look like if she went to Nobel Bell instead of Night Raven. Seeing her in their traditional garments. What she would look like in his garments? He groans in arousal at the thought and hisses at the burn of his cock in his hand.

"See you later, Rollo!" Her sweet voice as she waved to him before she left. Her cute smile as she walked off with Trein and Grim. How he wished he could guide her through the city alone, free of that cat monster and the old man. He would show her the sights, taking in her awe-struck expression and her curious nature as he tells her of the history of the city. 

Cute. Cute. Everything about her was cute as Rollo's mind revisited his visions from before, this time with him as the one longing for love. He pictures her gazing at him as he leans in for a kiss. How sweet would her lips taste as he swallows her moans of his name? He would give anything to know.

He pictures himself tickling her as her laughter fills his mind until she's all he hears. How adorable would she look with tears in her eyes as she cries for him? Perhaps he should invite his Vice or his Assistant to keep her pinned as he pushes her to her limits and makes her cry out for mercy. But he has no mercy to give for one so sinfully cute.

He can feel his cock nearing to burst with his final vision. He can see himself spearing the girl on his cock, one hand groping at her chest with practiced precision while the other plays with her core like a violin. Her skin is so smooth, he thinks, as she keens under his touch and she begs for him to take her properly. Would his whispered words be praises for a job well done, or would he admonish her with filthy rebukes for tempting a pious man with her sinfully seductive body? Either way, she screams with pleasure for more. More of what, he did not know, but he would satisfy her until she was painted in his lust.

Painted. His mind clears from the haze of sin as he realizes he has painted his toilet with his semen. He takes a moment just staring at himself, covered in his own fluids and struggling to breathe.

"What have I done?!" Rollo panics and washes himself off as quickly as possible to get rid of any evidence of his perverse desires for the girl from Night Raven College. 

Perverse. Never did he think he would use that word on himself. Just what manner of curse did that girl put on him to make him obsess like this? She must secretly be a witch, he reasons. He has barely known her for half a day and already he wishes to have her for his own. At first, all he wanted was Malleus Draconia. Now, he couldn't care less about the fae prince and only desires the girl. He finishes cleaning himself off and goes to sit on his bed. He hangs his head in shame at what depravity he has committed in such a short time span.

The problem is, the images don't leave his mind. His lust turns to anger at the persistent reminder of his sin as his thoughts replace him with the other students once more. Now it's Riddle Rosehearts kissing her so sweetly, Rook Hunt and Jamil Viper teasing her with sweet words and playful touches, and Azul Ashengrotto alongside Idia Shroud as the two of them debauched her. He imagines her taking all of it with such an innocent smile on her face, the trust she has in those heathens unwavering as she sighs in bliss. His mind then conjures more scenarios, The freshmen kiss her in faux sweetness before the sophomores dirty her with their grubby mitts. All to prep for the juniors to sully any purity she might have had left. Different individuals mix in new lewd and licentious combinations and she takes it all. She fuels their lust with her own with a smile as she encourages their lecherous behavior.

Rollo can feel the blood burn through his veins as he becomes hard once more, thus starting another cycle of lust. He feels like a voyeur in his own mind and growls as his mind spirals.

None of them deserve her. She is a pure light of innocence and beauty and those hedonistic brutes would only tarnish her.

If only he could show her that none of those men would be able to love her like he could. He would devote himself night and day to her, treat her like the goddess she is, worship her with every breath in his body and spill the blood of any who would try to take her from him.

Wait, love? Is that what he feels towards her? Is this insatiable, burning feeling actually love?

It burns like hellfire. But if he must burn, then so shall she.

She must choose to love him and join Nobel Bell College as his goddess or burn at the pyre like the witch she is.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Oh God, now that we've got a horror villain list abd a creepy pasta list for the propose meme, we need Disney villains to complete the trinity XD (only if you want)

The ones I can think off of the top of my head are Zeus, Y/N, and Hades ("Is this even a question!?")

Zeus, ANYONE, and ANYONE WITH SENSE (sorry I know Zeus is technically the protagonist in the Disney film... but we all know his real life mythology XD)

Hades, Y/N, and Jafar

Captain Hook, Y/N, and Grimhilda (Evil Queen)

of COURSE!!

(Oh absolutely with Zeus, I'm reading a book called 'Zeus is a Dick' at the moment and its deeply amusing but also deeply... disturbing XD)

Oh Jafar, Hilda! You jerks! Haha XD

I had this finished at the start of the day, but then our internet went out for the day so I had to wait to post XD Sorry!

Aladdin, Jasmine, Jafar

(Anyone), (Anyone), Bill Cipher (Marriage is a curse!!)

Sally, Lightning, Chick Hicks (Chick is already pissed that Sally made Lightning a... eugh, 'good person'... AND NOW SHE'S GONNA MAKE HIM A HUSBAND? NO WAY.)

Chick Hicks, Reader, the whole Racing community

Roger, Anita, Cruella De Vil (THAT one?? Anita no- )

(Any of the Hunters Group except Clayton), Reader, Clayton (You could do better then these imbeciles)

Beast, Belle, Gaston

Gaston, Reader, Belle

Random Guy, Reader, (Disney/Pixar Villain of your choosing. It works for any of them)

Greasy, Reader, Smartass and/or Wheezy

Pain, Panic, Hades

Jafar, Reader, Hades (Had to go the opposite way to yours as well! XD Hades thinks Jafar's a loon and Jafar thinks Hades is uncultured- I cant decide which way I like better XDD )

Hercules, Meg, Hades

Kristoff, Anna, Hans

Hans, Anna, KRISTOFF (You're going to marry a man you only just met that DAY???)

Molt, Reader, Hopper

Honestly, Gaston, (Anyone / Y/N), (Any Disney Villain) (Don't do that to yourself Y/N)

Also!! Frollo, (Anyone / Y/N), (Any Disney Villain)

(Any Weasel), Y/N, Judge Doom (Because' he's a JERK- )

the Baker, Anastasia, Lady Tremaine (Anastasia, no, I did not raise you to be this way! Marrying commoners- )

Scroop, Reader, Silver

(Anyone), Helga, Rourke (Again, because he's a JERK and wants unhappiness for people)

Underling #1, Underling #2, Maleficent (She is disgusted. Love? In her castle of doom? Absolutely not- )

Cruella and/or Yzma and/or Mother Gothel, Reader, (All the other Fem Disney Villains) (Like do you know how high maintenence those 3 are??? Trust us- you don't want that.)

Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothel (NooooOOOOOOOOOooooooo!!)

Darkwing Duck, Reader and/or Launchpad, Negaduck

Prince John, Reader, King Richard

. Hit character limit. New block

(Any Disney Villain), Reader, Ratigan (He thinks he's way better then the rest XD )

Psycho, Reader, Smartass (Ehhhhh, you sure about this Y/N???)

Mike, Celia, Randall

Sully, Reader, Randall

Randall, Reader, Mike and/or Sully

Mufasa, Sarabi and/or Y/N, Scar

Jafar, Reader, Scar (I have a feeling Scar would think Jafar a screwball)

I would do one for Shan Yu, but let’s be honest, Shan Yu would just pluck you up and swing off into the distance with you, like Tarzan.

Kaa, Reader, Shere Khan

Patchy, Reader, Sideburns

Sideburns, Reader, Patchy

Smartass, Reader, Toon Patrol (They’re about to get their noses broke but they thought it was funny, so- )

Steelbeak, Reader, Black Heron

Fagin, Reader, Sykes (Can you just imagine Sykes driving by slowly with the sign taped to the side window??? I can’t stop laughing about it)

Syndrome, Reader, Mr Incredible (Y/N you could do so much better, save yourself.)

Syndrome, Reader, Mirage (Y/N trust her on this, she’s been there, don’t do this to yourself!)

King Candy, Reader, Turbo (SOMEhow… Look, it makes sense in my mind)

Ursul- *cough* Vanessa, Eric, Ariel (She’s holding the sign and waving it around and making faces and just doing the MOST- )

Wheezy, Reader, Greasy (*Sigh* I just like the odea of being in that particular love triangle… let me have this)

Kronk, Reader, Yzma

the Horror Villain list.

the Creepypasta list.

[kusagrasskusa]

Masterlist~

Italic = Drafted

Underlined/Bold = Done (with link)

Normal = Soon to be started

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Little Nightmares - 2/2

The unwanted answer

Mono X Six - “Roles Reversed”

Naruto - 5/10

Kabuto X Shy! Reader - "Oppsites Attract"

Orochimaru X Innocent! Reader - "Flower Crown"

Kabuto and Child! Reader - "Shihaikigo"

Sasuke X Reader - "Sorry, Sakura"

Gaara X Innocent! Reader - "Hellfire"

Kakashi X Uchiha! Reader - "Just like Itachi"

Shikamaru X Tired! Reader - "You're worse than me"

Reader as friends with Oro and Kabuto headcannons

Yandere Itachi X Reader

Orochimaru X Reader “A Little piece of Heaven” Imagine

My Hero Academia - 5

Aizawa X Villain! Reader - "Oof"

Villain! Aizawa X Reader - "Mega Oof"

Present Mic X Reader - "I'm dying inside"

AOT AU, Reader X...: Aizawa, Bakubro, Kirishima, Denki, etc

Denki X Deaf! Blind! Reader

One Punch Man - 1/6

Saitama X Demon! Reader - "One Punch"

Saitama X Hero! Reader

Saitama X Sonic's sister! Reader

Genos X Cyborg! Reader

Genos X Saitama's sister! Reader - "If you hurt her, I'll kill you owo"

Saitama X Reader - "Hero"

Death Note - 3/3

Light X Reader - Betrayal: Part 1, Part 2

Light Comforting Reader

Hunter X Hunter - 1

Hisoka X Numb! Reader - "No fun :("

Disney - 4

Young! Claude Frollo X Reader - "Hellfire"

Humanoid! Scar X Reader - "Be Prepared"

Jafar X Reader

Shan Yu X Hun! Reader

Mortal Kombat - 17/23

Kano X Reader - "Unfaithful"

Hanzo Hisashi X Reader Imagines

Subzero and Child Reader, X Innocent Reader

Hanzo Hisashi X Innocent! Reader

Shang Tsung X Goddess! Reader - “Offering”

Quan Chi X Reader - “His Daughter’s Diary”

Fujin X Reader

MK Villain Imagines- Part 1, Part 2

Kabal X Reader

White Lotus X Angel Child! Reader

Reptile X Reader Angst

Kronika X GN Reader headcannons

Shitty Erron Black X Innocent! Reader headcannons

Kung Lao X Reader Prompt 23

Kitana X Reader Prompt 23

Baraka X Innocent! Reader

Quan Chi X Reader - Shitty Headcannons

Mortal Kombat Villians hearing/fighting their kid, opening scenes- Part 1,

Part 2 ^

Erron Black X Reader - “You’re gonna be a daddy”

Reptile X Reader

D’Vorah X Fem! Reader Headcannons

Raiden with S/O who died… :(

Quan Chi X Reader Imagine

Creepypasta/Marble Hornets - 2/4

Ticci Toby X Reader

Masky X Reader - "Suffocated"

Jeff the Killer X Reader - "Snowing"

Eye for an Eye, ‘Til the World goes Blind - Intro, Cha1, Cha 2, Cha 3, Cha 4, Cha 5, Cha

Slashers - 2/8

Michael Myers X Short! Reader: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Michael Myers X Nurse! Reader - "Addition"

Michael Myers X Murderer! Reader - "Card of Death": Part 1, Part 2

Michael Myers and Child Reader ANGST - Remastered

Jason X Child! Reader X Michael Myers - Remaster of PT1, Pt2

Predator reacting to his ooman with dyed hair and normal ripped clothes

Billy Loomis X Reader

Brahms X Reader

Happy Tree Friends - 2

Human! Flippy X Reader - "Wholesome Vibes"

Human! Fliqpy X Reader - "Not-so Wholesome Vibes"

Undertale - 2/8

Ink X Reader - "Another Unfinished Project"

Error X Reader - "Another Waste of Space"

Dust X Reader - "Defensive Fighting only"

Underfell Sans X Tired! Reader - "Boss is gonna kill me-"

Frisk X Genocidal! Reader - "Just as Bad"

Chara X Neutral! Reader - "Not so Bad"

Ariel X Genocidal! Reader - "I'm not your best friend"

Underfell Sans X Reader - "Brompton Cocktail"

Yandere Simulator - 4

Kaga X Reader

Umeji X Reader - "Two Sides of the Same Coin"

Gema X Weeb! Reader - "Why are you interupting me!"

Budo Masuta X Delinquent! Reader

Obey Me! - 3

Mammon X Reader

Asmodues X Reader

Beezelbub X Reader

Potential Series' - 4

AU where Itachi and Sasuke switch roles, and Sasuke abandons Sarada for Itachi to raise as he's going blind

Kabuto, Reader, and Orochimaru as friends going on multiple fights

Reader is thrown into a cliche fanfiction about her favorite anime and only speaks English, so she has to learn Japanese while trying to survive basically on her own

My OCs X CCs...Shang Tsung, Kabuto, and Aizawa are best bois....

Oneshots that don't fit into a category (or isn't an X Reader) - 4

L u n a X S o m b r a

Golden Freddy X Marionette

Foxy X Toy Chica (fight me)

Shadow Freddy X Marionette

[zafirosreverie]

Other characters

Victoria Rivera

Imagine her finding out you have a crush on Imelda

Catelyn Tully

Imagine Catelyn comforting you

Victoria Everglot

Victoria and Emily making you feel better about your body

Little moony, little sunny

Alma Peregrine

You're my pillow

An especial case

Queen Elinor

Maid

The queen's favorite

Control

Beast within

Queen Teca

You took everything from me

Lily Munster

Imagine Lily scolding you

Wednesday Addams

Imagine meeting Wednesday for the first time

Devil likes pastel colors

Andrea hobbs

Imagine having a coffee with Andrea

Imagine Andrea and Sharon fighting for you

Maleficent (1959)

Not supposed to happen

Mary Sanderson

You were supposed to be mine

Ursula Callistis

You're not her

Queen Grimhilde/Evil queen

My queen

You should have love when I told you

Claudine Frollo (Fem!Frollo)

A special interest