#rollo flamm smut

[cvlutos]

“Hell Fire”

| Repost: 01.12.23 | 1.5 K | Mature |

Rollo Flamm X GN!Reader x Malleus Draconia

| Dark Content | Spying [Voyuer] | Sexual Themes | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |

T.Manor.Notes: The idea was from my lovely, @elenamegan14

“Tell me, how does someone like you? End up in a place such as NRC?”

The flames of the fire flicker and wave as you sit in front of them. Watching the red and orange flames dance freely. He stands behind you, the shoes of his heels clicking against the stone flooring as he nears you. You ignore him, your fingertips messing with the sheer fabric of your masquerade outfit, your mask placed aside. Over the crack of fire, you can hear the orchestra play.

“I do not take kindly to being ignored.” His icy hands touch the flesh of your cheek, searing you so that you automatically flinch. Yet he doesn’t let you crawl away, pulling you into his chest, shushing you as if you were a wild animal. “Shhh… I’m not going to hurt you…” His voice is hot against the shell of your air, attempting to lure you into false safety.

“I truly just want an answer. What makes you so special?” His hands move, forcing your face forward, forcing you to stare into the flickering flames as if they spoke in hushed whispers. Before stilling completely at the sound of the heavy wooden door being knocked upon.

“Answer.” His voice is quiet and threatening. He shouldn’t be here and he knows that. Your lips quiver as you speak, your voice cracking.

“… Yes?”

“Prince Malleus asks for you.” The voice of a guard. His grip on your tightens, a low ill-intended chuckle vibrating through his throat. “Tell him you’re on your way.” His voice is filled with amusement, squeezing your cheeks painfully.

“… Oh.. Tell him I'll be on my way…”

“Alright.” The room falls silent as the sound of heavy steps moves away from the door. The man drops you, standing up on his feet, watching you lay helplessly. “I do hope we can speak again.” He leans down, sliding the thin blue sparkly sheer scarf from your form, wrapping it around his hand, and exiting the room just as silently as he came.

Your gazes move up to the flames, slowly sitting up, and exhaling. You bring yourself up to your feet, adjusting your clothing, your hands sliding over the place where your scarf once was. You simply have to make do without it. You grab your mask, placing it on your face, grabbing the water bucket, placed in the corner of the room.

Putting out the flames.

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The Masquerade ball is lively.

Malleus’ hand gripping yours intently, leading you through the crowd. “You seem worried.” His voice snaps you from your thoughts, turning your gaze towards him and not the various masked faces. “I’m fine.” Your voice is curt and you can tell he looks worried behind his mask, moving to where both his hands hold yours.

“You can tell me anything. If something worries—”

“I’m fine. Malleus. I promise.” You pat his hands, though you know he doesn’t believe you as his hold on your hands tightens. Malleus looks over you, before landing on your waist, his eyes slightly darkening, brows furrowing. “The blue scarf. It’s missing.” Your stomach drops as he locks eyes with you, taking a step closer.

“Malleus—”

“I do hope that I am not interrupting.” Turquoise grayish eyes stare at the scene before him, watching the way yours widen and Malleus’ eyes seem to almost glow in disdain. “Monsieur Flamm, not at all. [Name]’s scarf is simply missing.” Malleus speaks, and Rollo tilts his head. Mocking concern, glancing at you for a millisecond. “I could possibly be able to help. If you were to, perhaps describe it to me.”

You open your mouth, stepping forward in panic before Malleus pulls you back to his side. Snaking an arm around your waist. “Blue and sheer.” His words are curt and venomous. Raising goosebumps on your skin.

He thinks to himself, his eyes seeming to brighten up as he looks at you. Pulling from his pocket, he reveals the scarf. Though it’s different, not the one you wore before. Malleus without hesitation, before Rollo steps back. “Ah. Ah. Ah. A good deed shan’t go unrewarded. It’s unfair. And you are everything but.”

“It is a scarf—”

“A dance! Yes. Thank you, I’m just so clumsy. But a dance, is that okay?” You cut Malleus off with faux excitement, ripping from his grip and taking the scarf from the noble bell college student, wrapping it around your waist and tying it sloppily.

“A dance. It shall suffice.” Rollo takes your hands within his own, pulling you towards the ballroom floor, leaving Malleus standing stiff as a statue. Rollo pulls you into his embrace, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other holding your hand.

“So eager to dance.” He speaks slowly as the music starts and you both begin to dance.

“Why do you keep bothering me?”

“I simply wish to know you. Is that a crime?”

“If it includes you stealing, spying, breaking into my room, being a headache. I could go on.” Your voice is firm and agitated, squeezing his hand to show your resentment, which only brings an amused chuckle.

“Ce n’est que le début. Bien d’autres choses vous attendent. Be overjoyed that I haven’t done worse. Wouldn’t wish to make your dragon further upset. That’d be a big dilemma for you to alleviate.” His voice has a dangerous edge, silencing you as he pulls you impossibly close. You twirl and dance around the ballroom, silent as a mouse. Saying nothing to the man you dance with.

“Tell me. Have you figured out an answer to my question?” The music ends, and yet he doesn’t relinquish his grip. Speaking into your ear, his gaze locked onto a glowering dragon.

“I ended up at NRC. Like anyone else. The mirror called me.” Rollo seems satisfied, taking a step back, his gaze moving down to your scarf, tugging at the fabric, making it tighter around your waist. You hear thunder crackle.

“Do your best not to lose it repeatedly. Many would do well to not return it and instead keep it, for such—” He pauses, his hands rising to pinch your cheek, his eyes swirling with something lustful. “Unsavory acts.” He steps back, his amused grin replacing with something smaller, almost unnoticeable.

“Enjoy the rest of the night. If you so desire another dance, do find me.” He leaves with a curt bow. Before you can turn around, you sense Malleus’ towering stature. He undoes the scarf, holding it in his hands as he watches Rollo disappear before finally speaking.

“Stay away from him for the rest of the night.”

He scorches the scarf to ash.

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Rollo Flamm pities you.

Feeble you. Soiled by the impurities of Night Raven College, tarnished by dirty hands of the several unruly dorms. He leans against the velvet of the couch of his study, a glass wine glass in hand, swirling crimson red wine. The clothing from the masquerade stripped aside, dressed in something more comfortable.

The original scarf he had taken from you, hanging delicately off his desk armchair. He rises from his seat, humming a melody from long ago, reaching his desk. Papers scattered across, each were reports about you. Anything that he could get his hands on.

He glances from his desk and out the large windows of his study. The light of the room in which you were staying was on. Showing your outline, you were changing. A soft sigh rolls off his tongue, placing the glass down, and sliding into his chair, wrapping the scarf around his neck and over his nose. Slowly inhaling.

He watches you calmly. It was like you were dancing. As if you danced from him. He hums, tilting his head to the side, feeling drowsiness take over. Almost lulling him to sleep, with the dull buzz of wine. Until a noticeable figure joins you. The prince of Briar Valley. Pressing you against his form, your silhouette merging into one as he furiously kisses you.

Rollo’s eyes widen, his breath becoming trapped in his throat. He clenches the scarf in hand, watching the intense scene unfold before him. You don’t attempt to push him away but pull him closer. He can’t tear his eyes away, his pants growing tight. He runs a hand through his hair. Tugging at his waistband and swallowing thickly.

The fires crackle wildly and dangerously, speaking and mocking the man who sits at his desk. His eyes glued to the shadow scene before him, as if a magician had cast a spell. Cum soiling the sheer scarf, his cock twitching in the warm air. As the man leans back in his chair, watching the shifting and molding of your bodies making love, chest heaving.

He nearly jumps from his seat, as if emerald green eyes peered at him, fully capable of seeing him and the shameful actions he committed.

Taunting his treasure. Rollo Flamm makes a vow.

He will have you one day. A sinful man like him will pull and pick at every fiber of your being. And you will love him.

Mais si vous choisissez de le renier et de vous enfuir, il prendra une allumette et brûlera tout le NRC.

Until the day he captures you.

ⓒ 2023 love-thanatopsis — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[tigertale]

A/N: I… I need to write this… Before the Rollo fever is gone…

• F!Reader; Rollo

• 〔　！ 〕Smut; Yander-ish theme (Not sure it is, anyways idk how to write yandere); Slight non-con? Not sure it can be even considered so; Grammatical errors; Not proofread

• 3.1k words

"Will you be okay?" He flinched as he felt his fingers accidentally grazing hers when he went to grab another croissant, immediately recoiling back and trying to keep his detached persona up. She stared at him worryingly, tilting her head to the side, not thinking much about the slight and almost unnoticed touch she felt on her hand. But right now, he looked distressed as he coughed in his hands before he took his handkerchief and pressed it against his nose.

She saw him take a deep breath —probably to cool himself down, and with that supposition she went to grab her cup, a pinky up and her other hand under the decorated porcelain to support it as she brought it to her mouth. She should play his sudden awkwardness off, casually drinking her café au lait with closed eyes as she savored the warm drink, the one they always had together, as to allow him to pick himself back-up without the awkwardness of someone staring intensely at you.

After a while, she heard the sound of a cup being taken from its plate, signaling to her that he had taken his own beverage. "Sorry for this unsightly display." She hummed dismissively, pulling her cup down enough for her to shake her head. But her answer was not enough to dispel the shame overtaking him, she was dear to him after all, and he didn't want to risk blowing up the image he had tried so hard to build, the one he had worked hard on just for her. "As for your question… I do think that it'll be alright." Of course it'd be. It wasn't an event planned on the spur of the moment.

She breathed out with relief, putting her cup down and smiling at him with a fondness that he had grown to appreciate. Right, everything he had planned to do was all just for the two of them, even if she was unaware of the most important of his plans. But oh was she as sweet as the mercy Maria had offered him, and he knew that she would not hold any grudge towards him when she'd discover it — or perhaps was it his delusional wish whispering those sweet words in hopes that he wouldn't back down. "I'm glad to hear that. Although you seem a bit unsure, I trust you, Rollo." She pressed a hand against her chest, empathizing on the trust she had for him.

It was hard not to look up to him. For the Student Council President of the Noble Bell College to take her under his care despite her lack of magic, helping her with the consequent amount of school work given to them, and even allowing her to help him clean the gargoyles early in the morning before they would sit and enjoy the view with a cozy silence. Such kindness was rare, and she was grateful. This world may have been confusing for her, but with his presence, it was more than bearable, and she quickly got adjusted to it. If anything, she was glad that she ended up here instead of any other place.

She leaned her cheeks inside her palm as she closed her eyes with a dreamy smile. "Aah, I can't wait for that ball…" By the way she whispered the last word, it was clear that she looked up to the grand show he had planned and wanted to propose to the headmaster. "I've never been to one. You'll keep your first dance for me, right?" It was obviously a joke as she laughed and waved her hand dismissively right after, but Rollo couldn't help her proposition from lingering in his mind as he cut a piece of the croissant in his hands before eating it. While the ball was only a decoy for the much greater plan he had been working on for a while already, he only grew shy at the thought of dancing with her. Imagining her body cladded in the most beautiful gown as she would press her chest against him, the two of them partaking in that vile tradition under the gaze of those miscreants who would envy them.

"I'll take your request into consideration." Although he had already made up his mind. But she didn't know that and was only left with her mouth agape with surprise.

As if out of instincts, or more like he acted before thinking, he stretched out his hands and closed her mouth with a frown, which only made the two of them blush like teenagers experiencing their first love story. He didn't mean to do so, he just thought that her expression was unsightly, not fit for someone as merciful as her, and before he knew it one finger was under her chin and his thumb caressing her cheek. He quickly moved away, once again taking his handkerchief out and hiding the expression on his face. As for her, she timidly looked to the side, touching the spot where his thumb used to lay on her face. "Please, I'm sorry for this inappropriate gesture."

She turned back towards him, and he knew that the blood coloring his cheeks wouldn't go anytime soon as she nervously licked her bottom lips before biting on it. "It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong." She meant it innocently, honestly expressing that she didn't take the gesture in a bad way, but his mind couldn't help but reel into much ill-suited thoughts.

"Is that so? Then I humbly thank you for your leniency." He held a small smile, not letting through the depraved wishes growing inside him. He had been holding himself for so long, the affection he held for her these past three years, only growing and twisting to fit those new immoral needs only sinners indulge. And unaware of that, she smiled back at Frollo, rejoicing in his change of facial expression, only managing to feel proud for making him smile.

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The same day, the news that Rollo's idea had been accepted was in everyone's mouth. All talking excitedly about the ball and wondering if bigger and more influential schools would accept their invitation and partake in the party. It was exciting, for a gathering of this size to be held on the very ground of their school, and the pride that came with it made them work hard for the entire month. The preparations went smoothly, both students and teachers alike enjoying the jovial atmosphere, enjoying the harmony in which the school seemed to have fallen into.

And the night before the ball, the students made one last round to check if everything was put together and ready to be shown to the foreign students coming to their school, all under the supervision of Rollo who looked over them diligently. The decorations were all put up, ingredients for the meals prepared and meticulously counted, and the clothes for the guests neatly folded and placed in a small chest by the Student Council President's office.

Everyone let out a deep breath once Rollo concluded everything was alright, wishing a restful night to one another as they parted ways to their dorms. She was about to do so, removing the dust in her hands by clapping them soundlessly, but was stopped by her friend who had stepped closer to her when she was focusing on something else. "Are you busy right now?" She blinked a few times, surprised by the question, but when she saw how his skin creased between his eyebrows, she immediately answered back.

"N-No, I—... I was just planning on going to bed." While stuttering at first, she managed to breath and calm herself down enough for her to say her sentence. Unlike how he would usually answer, a simple nod and called it a day, he instead approached her, closer than usual but not quite to the point that it would be indecent.

"Then I need you for a moment. Please follow me." She blinked a few times but immediately followed him once she saw that he had already started to move towards his office. She didn't know what he possibly needed, but she couldn't say no to him when he so rarely asked things out of her. She could at least do so.

And so, cluelessly, she walked behind him until they reached the room the headmaster had bestowed upon him so he could diligently performed his duty as the President of the Student Council. Once they stepped inside the office, her attention immediacy switched to the decorations in the room. While few in quantity, it was still her friend who chose them, and she was fascinated to see just what he had done to make the room more comfortable for him. By doing so, she failed to see him still standing by the door with tight lips, she could neither hear the soft click as he locked the door. She could not run away now, her fate sealed by his very hands, and it did not fail to make his heart skip a beat with excitement. Hopefully she would understand him. And if she couldn't, well... He'd just force her to.

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Chest now pressed against the table, face flushed and drooling on the table, he admired the way she seemed just pitiful under his administration. If he had known that he only needed his fingers to render her into this stupid and thoughtless state, he would have done so much earlier. How pathetic she appeared before him, wet both up and down there with that dumb look stuck to her warm face as she breathed heavily from the numerous climaxes she had had. And while he should be disgusted by this sinful sight… It only prompted him to slam a hand against her ass once more, watching as a colorful show of purple and red bloomed on her skin due to his ring scratching her skin, enjoying the cry leaving her lips, too tired to properly voice her complaints like when he had first done it.

But it wasn't enough, not for him who felt anger coursing through his body at the mere thought of all those mages —sinners— who'd step foot inside his domain, knowing that those fools would most definitely try to taint the purest being he had been given to seen to this day. And he couldn't let them do so. She was his. His to worship and protect. And with the fire growing inside him, he bent down so his chest could touch her back, his lips hanging right above her neck, breath hot and heavy against her skin.

Another whine left her mouth, but he didn't stop to listen to it as he pressed his lips on her neck, enjoying the way she was shivering under him, unaware of what he wanted to do. The first few seconds passed slowly as he merely kissed her skin over and over again as if addicted, but when he reached a spot right on her jugular, his lips switched with his teeth. What was a soft and sensual moment quickly morphing to something else as pain coursed through her body. Instead of a pleasured moan, one could hear the confusion and pain in her voice as she hissed and tried to move out of his grasp, but his weight was pinning her down and he held her hands back with fingers as strong as steel. She was lost, not knowing why he decided to make such a painful hickey where everyone could see it, but it was exactly what he had planned. He wanted for those mecreants to see that she was owned, for them to think twice before entertaining the thought of getting close to her. And the mere idea of it, imagining them with conflicted face as they would see the mark on her neck, only reminded him of the painful ache between his legs. Right, he had forgotten about that.

He didn't want to defile her just yet, wanting her to stay pure —for his twisted mind filled his brain with dreams of her standing before the altar and waiting for him in a white gown that hugged her chest perfectly, or the two of them in a dark room with only the setting sun seeping through the window and emphasizing her shapes. Or even her greeting him back from work with only a thin nightgown that teased him shamelessly— but maybe that he could try something else before claiming her body both inside out. They had gotten this far, she was creaming his fingers so mindlessly, even bucking into his hands despite him having told her not to seconds before with how fucked and cloudy her mind was.

So when he drew back from her neck, allowing her to finally breath, she was lost in her thoughts and didn't feel the hand moving between her hips and his, not feeling the way his fingers were struggling with his dress, not even sensing how his hips would buck clumsily. It wasn't until he moved his dick between her thighs did she realise what was happening.

She tried to turn around to see just what was going on, but the hand he used to free himself went to her head, keeping her face to the side. She was confused, maybe even scared as she felt something unsetlling growing in the pit of her stomach, but when she heard his heavy breath as he started to lazily rub his cock between her walls, it quickly got replaced by that familiar feeling of arousal. Maybe that she was as twisted as him, or maybe that her mind was still not in the right place after all those times she had cummed on his fingers, but she couldn't help it.

His breath stuttered when he felt her hips rolling back to his, trying her best to angle him so be could penetrate her once and for all instead of playing around. But he had none of it, continuing to tease himself but never once switching for something more intimate (although it was quite intimate already.) He was a stubborn man after all, if he ever set his goal on something, it was hard for him to ever abandon it. That was why he had even planned this ball, it was the very execution of a life-long idea he held close to his heart.

She whined under him, writhing as his cock was not enough to please her. The few times he would bump against her clit not stimulating enough for her to come just yet. And his pride swelled under her cries, growing and mixing with the pleasure he felt, effectively driving his mind off. The only thing that mattered was the growing heat in his stomach and the voice desperately calling for him to fuck her, and it only blurred out his vision, forcing him to close his eyes to better feel the assault of feelings moving his body against his will. It felt good, the softness of her skin surrounding his hard cock and her warmth teasing him each time he thrusted closer to her, smacking his hips against her ass and numbing their tender skin.

The coil inside him, the sudden warmth spreading from his lower stomach and haphazardly spreading inside his body down to his toes, threatening to spring free at any given moment drove him closer to the edge of the hill that his insanity was. It would only be a matter of time before this unhealthy fixation he had on her for these past years would finally eat him whole. And it did make him ponder whether he should come inside her, taking her off guard and offering her a life by his side — or more like forcing upon her. But when he felt the spasms slowly growing in force, he threw this idea away, instead hugging her close to him as his cum painted her stomach, still thrusting, albeit with a more sluggish pace, between her fold.

The shuddering of his body transferred to hers, making her pant as she felt the hot white droplets burning her skin. She whined, her numerous climax had successfully made her mind muddy, and tried to gain more friction from the limp cock between her legs. But she couldn't get much as a bright red hand mark appeared on the flesh of her ass cheek, a pained cry leaving her lips after he had slapped her with a frown on his face. She was too greedy, he had already made her come multiple times already yet constantly asked for more. He sighed as he took the band panties still hanging around her ankles, and pulled it up for it to hug her waist, trapping the cum clinging around her folds with it, her mewling and tired voice continuing to beg him in hopes of changing his mind. But when he set the skirt of the dress back in place, hiding any of the sinful traces of their activities, she eventually stopped, knowing that there was no need to try anymore.

His arm wrapped around hers, pulling her body up by tugging on it, but a hand immediately went to catch her shoulder as she fell into his chest. Her brain was still not properly functioning and her legs were aching, stopping her from keeping herself upright. Much to his dismay, instead of trying to walk, she nuzzled her face against his clothes, hugging herself closer to him. Although he was delighted to see the way she clinged to him — after all these countless nights wishing for her to finally realize that he was the only one she needed in this life, how couldn't he? — he couldn't help but be annoyed that she refused to move from their spot when they needed to get some kind of rest before greeting their guests in the next few hours.

Taking a deep breath to call his nerves, he pulled her arm around his shoulder and with the other pulled her waist closer so their sides could be pressed flush against one another. "Come sleep with me." He tried to compromise with her as a resort to move her somewhere. Not only was his room the closest right now, but a part inside him also rejoiced in sleeping with her even if doing so meant tainting them two. She hummed joyfully and followed quietly as he began to walk out of the office.

The casual intimacy falling between them didn't fail to create new fantasies inside his mind. If anything, he hoped that this school year would end fast so that the two of them could walk down to the altar. He couldn't wait anymore for her to finally become his.

(The fact that I'm posting a Rollo fic after Malleus made me laugh ngl lol)

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

Shamefully Rollo is one of my favs, so I mean how about a prompt on Yandere!Rollo bring clingy to Yuu

Or

Rollo post-festival being friends with Yuu and it becomes something more(plus angst with yk him being very two faced w/ trauma and all 🤷‍♀️)

this one is more focused on the first prompt, but I also sorta did my own thing, but I’m proud of it!!! Enjoy, lovey!

{takes place after the Glorious masquerade event, and based on an idea from another writer where Rollos punishment is to attend NRC.}

warnings: yes, this is yandere content, I’m a yandere blog who just happens to write my characters soft. Thoughts of somnophillia, Rollo is a heavy worshipper, male masturbation, pathetic Rollo (no different from canon), Rollo makes out with you while you’re in a deep sleep caused by a potion he slipped into your food, creepy Rollo, small hint of yandere Azul, Riddle, and Malleus, pussystarved Rollo are any of my characters NOT pussy starved? A little bit of masochist Rollo.

Fragile.

Rollo loved you, that was for certain.

He loved the way you fidgeted with your writing utensils or your clothes when you were bored and occasionally distracted, the way the sun caught in your stunning (h/c) hair, the way your gorgeous, dreamer eyes constantly flitted about and took in your surroundings with never fading intrigue and liveliness.

He loved the way you were laid stretched out in front of him currently, sleeping and unaware of him creeping about your room.

Ever since you had stepped onto the property of Nobel Bell College with those damned NRC students, he had taken a special interest in you. You, who was magicless and surrounded by wolves who would tear you apart and taint you at a seconds notice out of their own selfishness. In his eyes, you needed protection from harm. After all, you appeared to be such a fragile thing, but…

Rollo could not have been more wrong.

After the whole Crimson Lotus fiasco, the reveal of his plans to rid twisted wonderland of magic, the knowledge of what happened to his brother, it was you, you, magicless, wonderful, compassionate you who held his delicate and crumbling self together in the aftermath. It was you who cradled him in your arms like he was fine china and used your own body to shield him from the smoldering glares of your friends, as your kindness pierced his very soul like a dagger made out of pure gold.

It was you and you alone who could fill his body with such heat it nearly suffocated him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. It was your name he whimpered and sobbed pathetically to himself when he was breaking down or desperately rutting into his fist, the thought of your touch the only thing he could focus on.

When the time came for you and the rest of the NRC students to leave, it took every bit of Rollos self restraint to keep from lashing out, especially when a certain Malleus Draconia, Azul Ashengrotto, and Riddle Rosehearts had all stood protectively in front of you when he tried to pull you aside to give you a personal farewell.

It would have been so easy to spirit you away to the bell tower or his room, if only he had been able to get you alone.

Rollo despised magic with all his being, and even more so he hated himself for being born with such a gift. However, as he watched you give him one last pitying look before finally departing, he was thankful for the small spell he murmured which transported a pair of your underwear from your packed clothes to underneath the fabric of his uniform. Now, Rollo was not a man who appreciated pity, and never saw himself as an individual who would accept such pathetic sentiments, but later that night as he held the fabric of your underwear to his face and frantically bucked his hips into his precum covered hand, he found himself thinking that he would accept any look from you that came his way as long as it was just that. That you were looking at him. Paying attention to him, even if it was delivered in the form of anger or the pity he seemed to despise so much.

Rollo had seldom gotten off before meeting you, and even then he never got off to anyone or anything, simply chasing his high with a blank mind for stress relief and always feeling revolted by himself afterwards. You had been the one to walk into his life and change that. Of course you had. Now Rollo struggled to go a day without cuming to the thought of you, imagining your gentle touch all over his aching body as you kissed him with as much love as he felt for you.

Enough love to harm someone for simply looking at you the wrong way.

Of course, Nobel bell college was not just going to ignore what he had done. Rollo knew better than that. It took the school a full week to decide upon a proper punishment, during which he only left his dorm for meals and to maintain the bell tower, which gave him plenty of time to think and fantasize about you. He wondered if you thought about him at all, about his thinly veiled fragile state that you had seen him in last.

Rollo was well aware that being transferred to NRC was supposed to be a punishment, that he would most likely be looked down upon and treated ruthlessly, but it took every ounce of self control to keep a giddy grin off of his face at the prospect of seeing you again. That being said, the shock that painted itself on his pale face again you opened the door to the Ramshackle dorm, the place he was now supposed to live, was near comical. Immediately, he had brought his purple handkerchief to his mouth, desperate to save face and regain his composure.

“Greetings, prefect.” Rollo had murmured hastily.

At seeing the normally cold former student president being so shy, a gentle smile had spread across your perfect, pretty lips. Lips that Rollo wanted to kiss him breathless, lips that Rollo had fantasized about covering the expanse of his flesh in bruising kisses and bites until he was so thoroughly marked up he couldn’t possibly hide them all.

Lips that Rollo was willing to kill for to keep all to himself.

“Hi, Rollo. How many times do I have to tell you that you can just call me (y/n)?” You had said, teasingly pulling his handkerchief away from his lips and flicking his nose before pulling him inside as he flushed crimson, bringing him to his current position.

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Rollo was standing over your bed, watching as you slept without any interruptions, curtesy of the sleeping potion he had brewed just mere hours earlier. The moonlight spilled from your open curtains, highlighting your beautiful form as deep breathes moved your frame. Kneeling down beside the bed, Rollo moved his face close to yours and moved his hand to cup your face, absentmindedly stroking your cheek and swiping his tongue over his lips. You looked so peaceful and serene, not to mention warm underneath your blankets, and Rollo couldn’t deny himself the overwhelming urge to crawl into bed with you and cuddle. He had already moved a drugged Grimm away into another room, so there was nothing that could interrupt his time alone with you.

Eagerly, Rollo pulled back the covers on your bed and ensnared himself between your arms, your foreheads pressed against each other as he nuzzled your nose with his own. As his gaze fell to your lips, a small smile pulled on his own as he slowly started to lean forward, desperate for even just a little bit of your love whether fabricated or not. The moment his lips locked with yours, a needy moan reverberated from his mouth to yours. The relief of finally being able to touch you was getting to Rollo as his thoughts became cloudy and his legs tangled with yours. The kiss was clumsy and shaky, like a fawn learning to stand for the first time, as Rollo wrapped his arms around you and pressed his body flush against yours, his skin burning with heat. If you had been awake, you might have likened the way he practically devoured your mouth to the way of a man getting his first taste of food in years.

Moving one of his hands to yours, he slowly brought your entwined fingers up to his hair, positioning your digits in the white locks as he used his own to tighten your grasp and lightly tug on the sensitive strands, moaning as he imagined you lightly tilting his head back so you could access his neck and dig your teeth into his skin. The thought of his blood on your teeth was an appealing one, the scarlet red contrasting against your beautiful skin. Rollo made another keening noise, free to be as loud as he wanted as no one else who could wake up was around, when he brought your hand from his hair down to his throat and forced your fingers to squeeze around the sides of his neck like a vice, his mind wandering to different scenarios where you decided to dish out your own punishment to him for trying to hurt those disgusting magic users you called friends. He imagined your hand wrapped around his throat as you pulled him in for bruising kisses, only to tie his hands above his head, unable to touch you more than what you would allow.

“Did you really think I had forgotten about what you tried to pull?” You would mock as your nails traced teasing lines over his thighs as you straddled him.

“Are you really so foolish to believe that I wouldn’t notice that you swiped my underwear when I left? Honestly, you’re such a perv.”

Oh, and how Rollo would whine and beg for your touch, he thought to himself. How he would agree and beg for you to give him your own special brand of justice.

“Did you think I would just let you get away with it? Hm? No, no, no, my love, I was simply waiting for the perfect time to punish you, and now-” you would lean over him and harshly pinch the tip of his cock, causing him to whine and squirm as he looked up at you with teary eyes. “-I have you right where I want you.”

“Please, please, please, please! I was a fool! I know I was! Punish me! Do anything you want to me! Just let me prove myself to be worthy of you!”

He would tug on his restraints, but other than that, Rollo would be more than content to be your little plaything for as long as he lived.

Using his thumb and forefinger on his other hand, he gently grasped your chin and moved your jaw down before wrapping his arms around you again, connecting his lips in another searing kiss as his tongue began to invade your mouth. Small whimpers were muffled by your mouth as Rollo became all too aware of how pitifully hard he was in his pajama pants, his hips rolling against yours in a desperate attempt to gain friction from your sleeping form. Tears ran down his face as he separated from you for the briefest moment to tug himself out from beneath his waistband, his reddened cock already leaking precum. Rollo turned back to face you and immediately wrapped his arms around you once more, rutting against you as more moans and choked sobs spilled from his puffy lips before they were swiftly connected to yours with fervor.

“Oh, please, please, (y/n)! I need you so bad, but I don’t deserve it! I’m just a disgusting pervert who doesn’t deserve to be near you, someone so pure. Mm~ mmmm~ but I want it, want you! Need you! Mm, mm, mm, ah!~ please!~”

Moving his hips faster, Rollo began to pant and bite his lip, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh and causing it to bleed. Moving his tongue to lick up the blood and keep it from staining anything on your bed, Rollo imagined using the wet appendage to please you. Imagined kneeling between your spread thighs and desperately drinking down all that you had to offer as you pet his hair and praised him, calling him a good boy. Just the mere thought of getting your cum on his tongue made his cock twitch and his hips stutter in his rhythm, not like he had much of one to begin with anyway. He was trying to hold himself back, trying to make the moment last as long as possible, trying to do his best to learn how to hold out for you so that when the real thing happened he wouldn’t embarrass himself by cumming pitifully early. Trying wasn’t enough. While he was grinding against you, your pajama shirt had slid up slightly without Rollo noticing, and all it took was for the head of his cock to lightly brush against the warm skin of your tummy for his lips to part in a near shout of your name before a thick white liquid coated the area and his abdomen.

Coming down from his high, Rollo pulled you as close as possible as the last twitches and jerks of his hips died down. Finally collecting himself slightly, Rollo pulled his pajama pants back up and shifted his face down to the sperm that coated your skin. He could practically hear you say, “clean up your mess, Rollo. Like a good boy.”, and that’s exactly what he planned to do. Carefully, Rollo began to lick up the mess he had made over your soft skin, his eyes half lidded as the exhaustion of staying up so late began to take its toll on him. Gulping down the last of his cum, Rollo quickly crawled back up to your face and pulled you in for a long, loving kiss. The potion would keep you asleep for a good few hours still, and he had enough faith in his internal alarm clock to wake up before you and go back to his own room, so for now he was going to cuddle you and sleep in bed with you until then.

“Goodnight, (y/n). I love you.”

After pulling you into his arms and checking you over to make sure you were completely alright and comfortable, Rollo finally allowed his fragile and damaged mind to drift off to sleep.

[kikyan]

Hellfire

Cw: Yandere content means Yandere content y’all, dub-con, stalking, obsessive behavior, abuse of power, Father/Priest! Rollo (AS IN PRIEST NOT INCEST), masturbation, body worship, oral (GN! Reader receiving), fingering, riding, religious themes, etc

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland 

Pairing: Rollo x GN! Reader 

Words: 9.5K 

A/N: Everyone look at your calendars and do you see how in reality it isn’t a New Year but rather Halloween and this Halloween special is coming out on the day it was meant to and not almost 3 months later? Fantastic, moving on. . .enjoy :)) 

A/N2: I want to preface this by saying that this fic does have religion/religious themes. This is not an accurate portrayal either, so please do not come for me-! I did grow up catholic but in my teen years became a full atheist so anything said in this fic is me recalling my childhood. Also, I googled bible verses because I don’t remember any and they were all in Spanish so, yeah. . .enjoy! :))

The bells rang throughout Fleur City, signaling the start of Sunday mass. The crowd gathered, rushing to find any available seats to sit down on. Those unfortunate would have to stand, as they did not dare miss the mass. Father Rollo was an exceptional man, his voice and words rang throughout the church and captivated everyone who was blessed to be in his presence. He handled himself professionally, standing with an upright posture and his head was always looking ahead. He was truly a man befitting to be god's messenger. Fleur City was fortunate to have Father Rollo, he was a man adored by his people and [Reader] was no different. They were locked on Father Rollo who strutted with confidence,

 “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you” 

His eyes locked with [Reader]. They broke away from his eyes but could still feel his piercing eyes on them. 

“I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” 

Cheers erupted from within the church the moment he finished his sentence. Mass was shortly concluded after the church staff asked for donations. Plenty of people offered whatever they could spare, but it was appreciated. The church was emptying but a few others stayed behind to have a few words with Father Rollo. [Reader] stayed seated but looked over at Father Rollo from the corner of their eye. He was attending to the people and their needs, he truly was a virtuous man. They averted their gaze when they saw Father Rollo turn to them. He bid goodbye to the troubled crowd. His heeled shoes echoed loudly through the emptying church, stopping in front of [Reader]. 

“[Reader], good morning. How have you been?” 

“Oh. . good morning, Father Rollo. I’ve been well, how about you?” 

“It has been a pleasant morning so far and I can only pray that it shall remain that way. Though I will say, it’s certainly comforting knowing you’re here. I did not see you anywhere last week.” 

“R-Right. . .my apologies. It certainly wasn’t my intention to miss last week’s mass, but I’m afraid I did end up catching a cold. It has since passed and I feel quite better.” 

“ You ought to take care of yourself, [Reader]. It would be a shame if something terrible happened to you. You are, after all, our number one devotee here at the Church. It would be rather quiet and lonely if you were to go.” 

“Ha ha, it was only a cold Father Rollo, not the plague. I assure you, I am fine. Besides, I’m pretty strong enough to handle an illness.” 

[Reader] returned a smile to Rollo, whose face remained expressionless, but his eyebrows furrowed upwards in un-amusement.  

“That you are, you have God’s protection as one of his children. Alas, I must be off. Till next we meet, [Reader].” 

Rollo turned around and left the main hall, leaving [Reader] alone. It was only for a split second, but he turned around to gaze at them again. 

~ 

[Reader] was in love with Rollo. Their greatest sin that would be known to the dead once they passed. They remember their first meeting, plain as day, unlike that stormy night where this story takes place. 

There was a storm and it was pouring. The kind that people were warned to stay indoors because of the severity, yet here [Reader] was running to the middle of the town where the church lay. Their face was coated in rainwater which made it almost impossible to keep their eyes open, they were struggling to breathe, and the cold that accompanied the storm did little to help. They were staggering over to the Church. 

“[READER!] GET BACK HERE NOW AND I MIGHT FORGIVE YOU!” 

Panic rose and they didn’t dare look back, for if they did, surely it would be their last. They didn’t dare scream for help, because they knew their cries would be drowned by the storm. They finally made it to the center, running up the stairs of the cathedral, and lunged to the door. No surprise that it was locked. 

“[READER]! STOP!”

“L-LEAVE ME ALONE! SANCTUARY, PLEASE GIVE ME SANCTUARY!” 

[Reader] pleaded and began to hit the doors with all their might. The person who was no doubt chasing after them continued their pursuit. They were approaching the steps and soon, close enough to reach out to [Reader]. Just in the nick of time, the door opened enough for [Reader] to throw themselves inside. They landed on the cold stone floors and used whatever strength they had to scramble away from the door. They looked up to see a skinny man with a pale face, green-blue eyes, dark bags under his eyes, and silver hair behind the door. He was adorned in an ankle-long robe and wore black-heeled loafers. His outfit certainly was nothing too fancy, then again it was the middle of the night. 

“S-Sanctuary! P-please, give me sanctuary!” 

“What seems to be the matter-!?” 

The man turned to them but was cut from the person chasing after [Reader]. 

“[Reader]! C’mere, now.” 

The anger in his voice disappeared but there was sternness laced in his request. The silver-haired man turned to the other person. The storm showered them, and the mud that they tracked in did not go unnoticed by the silver-haired man. 

“Forgive me. My name is Rollo Flamme, I am one of the priests here. May I ask what seems to be the issue? I certainly did not expect there to be anyone leisuring out in the streets with the storm raging outside.” 

The silver-haired man, now named ‘Rollo’, asked. Rollo turned to the person outside with an unamused expression. 

“Father Rollo, pardon the intrusion. You see, that person over there is named [Reader], they're my partner. My partner also suffers from an unstable state of mind. It would be best if we returned-!?” 

“Father Rollo, is everything alright?” 

They all turned to look at an elderly woman who no doubt worked for the church. Rollo shook his head and the woman took it as a sign to approach the door. 

“Everything is alright here, there is no need for the both of you to concern yourselves over our issues. Me and [Reader] would be taking our leave-!?” 

“I think not. It would be against everything we stand for if we turned away someone who came to this holy place and asked for sanctuary. I apologize, but I’ll be asking for you to leave. Madam, take this one,” 

Rollo turned to face [Reader], 

“This one inside. Run them a warm bath and please get them a fresh set of clothes. As for you, sir. . please leave.” 

[Reader’s] partner scoffed and stepped forward, 

“I wouldn’t recommend that.” 

He stopped after Rollo’s warning. Soon, others started to arrive within the church, including the guards. [Reader’s] partner glared at Rollo but decided against their actions. They just scoffed and went outside. The church’s door was shut and locked following his departure. 

[Reader] had been sitting on the floor, trying to steady their breathing. Rollo walked over to them and helped them off their feet. 

“You’re safe here in the house of God, he cannot hurt you any longer.” 

Rollo then walked away, moving people to their station leaving [Reader] alone with the Madam. 

“Come child, let’s get you out of those freezing clothes and into a warm bath.” 

That was the first time they met Rollo. 

Several weeks later, [Reader] was still within the church and assisting in any way they could. They would sometimes join the community in cleaning the church, making meals to provide during the holidays, and so forth. They were currently helping the volunteers make bread until Rollo arrived in the kitchen. 

“Good morning, Father Rollo! How may we assist you?” 

The elderly woman asked Rollo, who turned to face her. 

“Good morning, Madam. I see you’re all hard at work assisting the church so I won’t take up too much of your time. May I speak with [Reader]?” 

At the mention of their name, [Reader] perked up. The Madam turned to them and asked, 

“Of course, is that alright?” 

[Reader] nodded, dropping their task and washing their hands. They turned to look at Rollo who nodded, 

“This way, please.” 

Rollo led the way to his office and closed the door once they were both inside. He turned to them and offered the chair across from his. 

“Sit, please. Good morning, [Reader]. How are you this morning?” 

“Father Rollo. . .great. This morning has been great so far, busy but no complaints from me yet! How about yours?” 

“Fine, busy as well but such is life as God’s servant. Now, I wanted to discuss some things with you. The man that pursued you when you arrived at our doorsteps, I presume you would be content knowing that he has since left the town. He is no longer residing in Fleur City.” 

[Reader] let out a sigh of relief, since the day they arrived at the steps of the cathedral they have been residing within it. All housing was provided by the church as well as their meals. They weren’t expected to assist with the chores at the church, but they felt it was the least they could do. They would leave to go into town occasionally but always went with a guide or a guard in case anything happened. Rollo had made arrangements for them to avoid any further issues. They weren’t aware that their partner who had tormented them relentlessly had left the city or had any plans to. 

“Thank you. . . Father Rollo. I appreciate you informing me.” 

“ Of course, now that he has permanently left Fleur City we can arrange to get you a small place within the city. Don’t worry, if you still wish to assist the Church it will be nearby and the place will be within the guard's post. The area will be carefully monitored and maintained.” 

“Father Rollo. . that’s too much. I appreciate all you have done since that day, but asking for my living quarters would be too much-!” 

“Nonsense. You requested sanctuary from the church and since then, we have worked hard to provide that for you. It’s no trouble at all, you’re a precious child of God after all and he never abandons his children.” 

Rollo faced [Reader] who was deep in thought. A place to stay without the haunting memories of their partner who could care less about them. [Reader] turned their gaze to Rollo and smiled, 

“Thank you for your kindness, Father Rollo.” 

From then, [Reader] had been living in the house provided by the church. Their place was warm and cozy, but most importantly, theirs. As days went by, [Reader] continued to attend weekly mass and stayed behind to help the community with events. Though Rollo was a well-known priest, he certainly wasn’t the only one present in the cathedral. The community had gotten together to thank the priests and were thinking of how to repay each one. The madam took the request and decided to host a small celebration for them with food and games for the community. 

The entire town was invited to attend and they did, for there was no greater honor than celebrating their townsmen. Rollo stood in the center, overseeing the event rather than partaking in it like the other priests. He saw how his colleagues engaged with the town, his eyes were trained on them. They had no problem mingling with others and taking the front while Rollo chose to stay behind. 

“Are you not enjoying yourself, Father Rollo?” 

He turned to the voice, it was [Reader]. 

“I am, but conversing with others isn’t something I do quite well at. I leave that task, to the others. What about you, [Reader]?” 

“Oh, I am as well. I too, don’t tend to mingle with others, at least not in events like this. It’s still taking me a while to adjust to being in control of my own life.” 

Rollo spared a glance at [Reader] who sadly reminisced. Their partner would often take control of the conversation and not allow [Reader] to speak. They would often leave [Reader] in social gatherings to fend for themselves and never acknowledge their feelings. After a while and per their adored partner’s request, stopped leaving their shared home. This resulted in [Reader] self-isolating.  

“I see. Often, just being in the company of someone you trust is more than enough at events like these. However I do hope that moving forward, we can heal from the past.” 

Socializing wasn’t his strong suit; if he did, it was always formal and respectful. There was no time for jokes or silly banter, that is why Rollo helped Fleur City behind the scenes. He handled all formal matters while the others tended to the city with their words and charisma. Even now, his words of comfort were formal and didn’t properly convey his feelings. 

“One day, I will join the crowd again and this time, maybe I can take you with me, Father Rollo. Oh, by the way, I have something for you.” 

Rollo faced [Reader] who was looking into their pocket. 

“Here! I know it doesn’t mean much and it’s certainly a very cheap gift, but I want to express my gratitude. Thank you for all that you’ve done, Father Rollo. Without you, I don’t think I would be here with the Madam and the Town, so thank you.” 

He looked at his hands to see a wine-red handkerchief with purple embroidery on the outer edges, his name was woven into the corner. It was a simple gift really, but the difference with most gifts that he received was that this was hand-made. Handmade with love, love from the person that he cared the most about. Rollo stammered, 

“T-Thank you, I shall keep this with me at all times. It’s lovely, [Reader].” 

[Reader] turned to see his eyes gazing deeply at theirs. It was different, unlike a small expression of gratitude with professionalism laced Rollo’s eyes betrayed him. Behind his eyes, desire and love peeked through, even if it was for a split moment. 

“Of course. . .my pleasure, Father Rollo.” 

Rollo was called shortly after to attend to a matter within the cathedral, but before parting from [Reader], he promised he would return promptly. Rollo left and attended the matter fairly quickly, but before leaving to meet up with [Reader], he walked to his office. Locking the door, he took out the handkerchief and brought it up to his nose, inhaling the sweet scent from it. 

‘[Reader]’ 

Rollo recalled the memory of when he first laid eyes on them. It wasn’t anything too special, he was just in town when he stumbled upon them. Rollo has observed throughout his life all the filth from others and their actions. [Reader] had remained a pure innocent soul devoid of any sins. 

‘ Humans are sinful creatures and  that is why we exist. . .’ 

Rollo had engraved that concept into his mind. There are 7 sins within mankind - pride, wrath, envy, gluttony, sloth, greed, and lust. Humans will lie, cheat, steal, manipulate, and take advantage of others for personal greed. In reality, society has failed itself and remains to be a stain on this world. [Reader] was a positive chum, but was a sight to behold in a world of sin. 

Rollo was walking through town, which was a rare sight considering the only place you could glance at him would be in the cathedral. He noticed hidden behind a stall that there was a child, looking confused and scared. 

‘ No doubt lost.’ 

Rollo thought to himself but did not step forward just yet. He recalled a conversation he had with the Madam, a woman whom he respected as she was not like the others either. She had devoted herself to the church and helping others after the passing of her husband.  She would confess that no human was free of sin, but that didn’t mean that they were undeserving of God’s love and a place in his kingdom. It was silly, but he remembered what he told her after, 

“You’re right Madam, everyone is worthy of God’s love. Though do not underestimate humanity’s free will, some of them choose to sin and relish in their filth.”  

The madam shook her head and reminded Rollo that he should not be so quick to place judgment on others, but it was futile. 

He recalled that memory as he saw the scene displayed in front of him, a defenseless child turning to adults begging for help. Those same ‘adults’ had brushed the child off and some even as far to push the child away. 

“P-Please, I can’t find my mommy-” 

“Not interested.” 

“Stay clear of the road! Damn, brats. . .” 

‘Are these the same people who deserve God’s love, Madam?’

Rollo began walking to the child but stopped when he noticed another individual walk up to the child, 

“My name is [Reader], are you lost? Did you lose your parents?” 

The child nodded and [Reader] lightly brushed the tears that were forming away, 

“I see, well let me try to help you find them. When did you see them last?” 

“I saw my mommy over there. . .” 

The child pointed towards the growing crowd. In theory, this mother could be anywhere but if she was observant then no doubt she noticed her child missing. [Reader] nodded and held out their hand to the child, asking permission to hold their hand. The child allowed it, letting [Reader] lead them into the crowd. The child's grip tightened, afraid to lose their newfound savior. Rollo followed them, wanting to make sure that this child wasn’t going to be kidnapped. He saw how ‘[Reader]’ was holding onto the child and stopping in the area, asking the child if they saw their mother. When the child shook their head, [Reader] would begin calling out if someone lost their child. The town was busy and [Reader’s] cries were lost to the wind, but they did not lose their determination. After half an hour, Rollo heard a woman frantically calling out what was probably the child's name as the child perked up at the mention of it. [Reader] carefully maneuvered their way across the crowd to reunite the mother and child. Rollo witnessed the scene of the mother and child holding each other close, the mother turning to [Reader] and thanking them, and [Reader] reassuring them. Rollo scoffed, one person was not enough to persuade his mind that humanity was any different. It didn’t just stop there, weeks after the incident they had another run-in with them - at a distance, of course. 

[Reader] was in the market with the intent of buying groceries, but instead offered to help the people at the stands. It was a never-ending cycle, when they finished their task another person went to them asking for help. 

‘They’re a fool, they’re being taken advantage of by the others-’ 

“I’m sorry, I wouldn’t mind helping but I haven’t finished my shopping. When I finish and if you still need help I can come back.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry [Reader], I didn’t mean to take up your time! It’s fine if you can’t, but thank you anyway.” 

[Reader] politely excused themselves and finished their shopping. A couple of instances off the top of his head that Rollo remembered, [Reader] buying food for a beggar on the street, helping an elderly person cross the street, helping a cat out of their collar once they noticed it was choking from it, and when they helped stitch back up a child's toy once it was ruined. Rollo was getting irritated at this point, 

‘Madam, I swear it’s like you enjoy tormenting me. . .are you trying to prove a point?’ 

The scowl written on his face was unwavering as he continued to observe this happy-go-lucky person. He managed to overhear the conversation between [Reader] and another person. 

“You’re so nice [Reader], it’s so rare to find someone who cares about people the way you do!” 

“You think so? I don’t think I am doing anything too grand, I just do what comes normal to me.” 

“Yes! You have a heart of gold, I mean you offer to help when needed. You should be careful though, people out there would take advantage of that kindness.” 

“Hm, I guess. I mean, I just do what I can but if it’s too much or something I can’t do I’m not opposed to saying no. I think a lot of people just think I’m too nice because they’re just used to being treated with little kindness. I don’t want to be a bystander if I can do something. I hold the door for people if they’re close and I’m not going to shut the door on them, it’s not like it takes too much time.” 

“Aw, you’re so nice.” 

“I don’t think so, I mean would you shut the door on me if I was behind you?” 

“Well. . .” 

“Then you’re just too mean.” 

[Reader] and the person exchanged a laugh before parting ways. Rollo stood still and turned to see [Reader] back in the distance, leaving the marketplace. His resolve didn’t sway, humans were still corrupt and undeserving of salvation, the only difference now was that there was an exception. Rollo would be lying if he sometimes didn’t go into town to glance at [Reader] and if he was lucky enough, he would be there at the same time. Over months though, he began to see less and less of them. He started to worry a bit, for the first weeks he chalked it up to [Reader] wanting time away from town but was surprised to know that nobody had seen them in the market for a month. Rollo approached a vendor, starting small talk, 

“Good morning, Father Rollo. How do you do today?” 

“I’m quite fine, thank you for asking. How about yourself?”

“Aw well, same! Business has been booming but I haven’t seen my top customer in a while!” 

“Oh, and who is that?” 

“[Reader]! They’re a sweet thing but suddenly stopped coming into town. I won’t lie, I am a little worried about them.” 

“[Reader]? I don’t believe I’ve seen them at mass. . .” 

“]Reader] used to go if I remember correctly, but I’m not too sure. I know they used to into town daily, aside from their work they loved to walk around the city. I think they stopped coming out as much a year or two ago, sometimes though they’ll come daily but it’s so rare when they do! I’m not quite sure why-!” 

“It’s because of their partner!” 

Rollo and the vendor turned to another person, an elderly lady who had joined the conversation. 

“Their partner. . .?” 

Rollo questioned, 

“Yes! At first, it was sweet. They met at [Readers’s] work and instantly became close, I would sometimes frequent their workplace you see. Their partner treated them with so much kindness but after a while, it was plain as day, he was isolating them! I remember I was walking home when I overheard them get into an argument, he wanted [Reader] to quit their job. [Reader] refused and that was the end of it, I’m not sure how they managed to persuade him because all I could hear was his yelling. After a while, [Reader] didn’t come to work and I thought they did quit, but when they came back they weren’t the same. They were still kind as ever, but you could tell something was off. Whenever they do come into town, it’s because their partner isn’t in Fleur City. I heard he sometimes goes back to take care of his ill parents.” 

Rollo was conflicted, who was this woman to be spreading such personal information of theirs but he had to thank her, without her, he never would have come to realize what needed to be done. Rollo had to admit, over the time he spent observing [Reader] he did become enamored with them. One true nature is revealed in several ways, how one presents oneself, their thoughts and actions, and what one preaches. Their nature had long been revealed, [Reader] was the only person whom Rollo believed was deserving of God’s love and he would not let them become a martyr for those deserving the flames of hell. 

Rollo set his plan in motion. He carefully wrote a letter and paid someone who the town would never recognize to deliver it into the hands of [Reader’s] partner. Their partner read the contents and before they could react, the person who delivered it had vanished to report to Rollo. 

“It’s been done?” 

“Yes, Father Rollo. May I ask though, what do you plan-” 

“That’s enough, you needn't worry about the content of the letter. Your task was to deliver, which you have. You’re free to go.” 

The man excused himself, leaving Rollo at his desk with his elbows propped but his hands were close together. He was deep in thought, 

“He would be wise to appear later tonight if he truly cares for his parents.” 

Later that night, their partner had walked down to the waterways. There, they met a cloaked individual. 

“Are you the one who sent me that letter? Who the fuck do you think you are to threaten my family-!” 

“I wouldn’t if I were you.” 

The cloaked individual placed their hand out, to halt them from coming closer. They used that same hand to point upwards. When [Reader’s] partner looked up, they were met with several shadows who were not afraid to display their weapons. 

“What do you want?” 

Their partner scoffed out. The cloaked individual spoke out, 

“You have a partner by the name of [Reader]. Let’s just say that they owe me something, that being said it’s hard for us to come in contact with one another. This is where you come in, I need you to lure them into town. Do it on a rainy day, when there are fewer people to overhear, but I need you to lure them to the center of town. Make sure that nobody sees you two or asks about you, do you understand?” 

“What do they owe you-?!” 

“That’s none of your concern! Just, lure them into the center of the town. My men will be watching to make sure no one interferes but remember, if someone comes to find out about this plan. Well, you know what will happen to your family, understood?” 

Their partner gulped in fear and nodded, 

“You may go, and remember to not tell a single soul about this. I’ll always be listening.” 

They remained still for a brief moment, processing the words of the individual, before running out. Once they were out of sight, the person removed their cloak. Rollo stood in the center, looking at the moon and breathing out a sigh of relief. Those armed shadows turned to Rollo and asked, 

“Father Rollo, may I ask who that man is?” 

“Just someone this world would be better without. Keep me updated on his location and if he says anything. Remember, this is all to protect Fleur City.” 

Rollo disappeared within the waterways. 

Rollo approached the fireplace in his office and looked down at the handkerchief once more before tenderly caressing it into his face. 

“[Reader], I’ll repeat your name over and over like a prayer, I’d never tire of it. . .if only you knew of all things I did for you to be by my side. . .” 

The memory rolled over in his head, 

“There is a storm coming, we should make preparations in case of anything.” 

“Oh, you’re always so diligent and a step ahead, Father Rollo.” 

“Madam, one can never be too prepared.” 

The madam shook her head at Rollo’s comments but carried out his request. He had stood in preparation for anything. If what was revealed was true, then [Reader] was certainly being isolated by their partner. Their abusive partner would take advantage of another. That being said, he planned to make it so that they lured [Reader] out into the center of town, where the cathedral lay. Their partner may not know it as he was certain he had never seen him before but [Reader] should. They would request sanctuary from the church and there, He would be by the door, awaiting his beloved with open arms. 

Before he knew it, he could hear the shouts and screams outside the door. 

“Sanctuary, give me sanctuary!” 

Before long, Rollo had opened the door and with a perfect facade, displayed concern. He could tell the way their partner trembled that he had feared for his family, he was caught by the church. Their partner had no choice but to flee the scene with their tail between his legs. After Rollo instructed the Madam to watch over [Reader], Rollo had the guards chase after their partner. In the meantime, Rollo had placed his cloak on and made his way to the outskirts of town where he was being held. 

“L-Let me go! Damn it, it wasn’t my fault-!” 

“Didn’t I tell you not to let anyone interfere?” 

“I-it wasn’t my fault! The church and that stupid priest got in the way! P-please leave my f-family alone-!” 

Rollo removed his cloak and presented himself to their ex-partner. 

“Y-you!?” 

“Don’t worry, your family won’t suffer. Though I will admit, I didn’t think you would go through with sacrificing them.” 

“Y-You threatened my family, w-why wouldn’t I?” 

“I suppose there is some logic to that reason. Tell me, did you even love them?” 

“W-what? I-I suppose I did?” 

“You suppose? You’re not certain?” 

Rollo questioned them further, 

“I mean yes! Yes, I did love them! W-what does this have to do with anything, you said they owed you something no-?” 

“ No, they don’t. I did this more to see what you would do and you played right into it. Once again, I was proved right. Humanity is undeserving of God’s love and salvation, you’re all just scum that turn against each other at any moment it’s convenient. You disgust me.” 

“Y-You did this to prove a point!? Y-You think I won’t reveal to the townspeople who their beloved priest is?” 

“Not very intelligent either, are you? I’m not worried, because this is where judgment shall be passed onto you. This goes a little deeper than what you think, but no matter. I hereby declare you, guilty, and your sentence, punished by death. Dispose of him.” 

Rollo turned around, ignoring the pleas of that man. He did turn around to see their execution, before turning back. 

“We shall burn his body, but in the meantime place him somewhere no one will find out. Oh and, arrange for someone to take care of his parents. Hire a doctor to live with them.” 

The others nodded and carried out the order. Rollo headed back to town with a clear conscious. 

His attention remained on the flames. They had burned his body and afterward, devised a plan to break the news to his parents.  As far as they were concerned, he had passed away from a natural cause but because he was such a good member of the church, he was able to have a doctor stay with them full-time. He placed a chaste kiss on the handkerchief, 

‘This burning desire is turning me to sin. . .’ 

~ 

Rollo was sitting at the Confessional and while he was a man of God, he was also human. Like humans, he was running short of his patience. Father Rollo was a devoted man to his occupation, but of course, even messengers of God need time of their own. He was covering for another priest, Father Phoebus, who unexpectedly became ill. Rollo’s face turned into one of annoyance and anger, he was certain that the priest wasn’t ill but rather skipping out on his duties. 

‘ No matter, confession ends in about 10 minutes. . .I just need to hold out till then.’ 

Rollo’s optimistic outlook was shattered the moment he heard someone else sit on the other side of the confessional. He rolled his eyes before turning to the wooden lattice opening but stiffened when he saw it was [Reader]. Luckily, this confessional was designed so that the priest would be hidden away and the penitent was visible. 

“I do apologize for coming in so late, Father Phoebus. . but I would like to confess my sins.” 

Rollo cleared his throat, 

“Of course, please, confess to me what ails you.” 

He placed his gaze at [Reader], who remained unaware that instead of Father Phoebus, it was Rollo. 

“Right, to be honest, I’m not quite sure where to begin. All I know is, I’m committing a grave sin. I ... . .in love with a man that I cannot have. He is married to a vow.” 

Rollo’s breath hitched, turned to stare at [Reader] who looked down in regret and disappointment.

“M-married? May I ask, which vow this man is married to?” 

[Reader] stiffened at the question, 

“Father Phoebus. . .it's Father Rollo who I am enamored with. He is God's messenger and as such, I know my feelings will never be reciprocated yet! Yet, I can’t help but still love him.” 

Rollo knew that Reader required guidance and genuine support, but he couldn’t help the need or desire after hearing that the one he loved also felt the same. He pulled out the wine-red handkerchief with the beautiful purple embroidery that outlined the cloth and spelled his name on the corner. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help it as his dick hardened at the idea of [Reader]. 

“T-tell me, how much you love him?” 

Rollo swallowed the lump in his throat. 

“O-Oh w-well. . .” 

It was an awkward question no doubt so there was some resistance from [Reader]. Rollo pressed on, 

“I would like to know how deep your admiration goes so that I c-can properly guide you.” 

“R-right. . well, I love him. At first, I thought it was just admiration because he helped me get back on my feet. When I gave him his handkerchief, I saw more than a simple thanks on his face, but a face of genuine gratitude, which made me fall deeper. I know he’s only being kind to me because it’s the right thing to do and not because of any special treatment, but I can’t help but-” 

Rollo continued to listen to their feelings, but he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t thinking about stroking his cock to their voice. Rollo had never experienced such feelings towards anyone before, but after meeting [Reader] he became a victim of the sin of greed and lust. 

“Though I will admit, maybe the reason I love him is because I feel safe and secure with him. With my past partner, I didn’t feel the same sense of security. I did at first, but after a while, they became the aggressor. I’m not sure why I didn’t leave immediately after and I kept beating myself up about but Father Rollo, assured me that it was not my fault. He was so kind and understanding, it was different from the others who told me something similar. It was sincere from both sides, but with him it was. . it was different.” 

When they finished confessing, Rollo spoke, 

“I don’t think you should be ashamed of your feelings. It’s a natural human thing to feel, love that is. You’re right, Father Rollo is a man tied to an oath by the Church. Under the eyes of God, he may not reciprocate your feelings but that doesn’t mean he would see you any less different. Your sins are forgiven, my child.” 

[Reader] nodded and bid farewell to ‘Father Phoebus’. Rollo watched their figure retreat and let out a breath of relief. Though he could not stop the pounding in his heart nor the tent in his pants. 

~ 

“F-Fuck! [R-Reader]-!” 

Rollo had retreated to his office once confessions were over, there he had his handkerchief wrapped around his dick, jerking himself off. The one that he loved felt the same for him but he was sure their love was not the same as his obsession with them. Such a pure and innocent crush on him whereas he shamefully was stroking his cock to the idea of touching them. 

“Ha. . ha. . wanna t-touch you, fuck-!” 

He threw his head back at the pleasure, how would [Reader] react to seeing their beloved Father Rollo fuck the handkerchief that they had gifted him. His orgasm was approaching and his whines were getting louder, he leaned over his table and spilled his seed onto the wine-red cloth, sweat adorning his face. He let out a sigh of relief and sat down on his chair. He thought of [Reader] and this new found confession. Rollo’s mind was made up. 

~ 

“I think we’re all good to go, [Reader] we’re heading out now!” 

“Have a good night!” 

[Reader] bid the other church volunteers farewell before giving the church one last good look. They were about to grab their things to depart as well before the doors opened. They turned to look at Father Rollo, who emerged from his office. 

“F-Father Rollo. . .what brings you out here so late?” 

“I’m just giving the Church one final look, but I did hope to catch you before you left.” 

“Me?” 

“Yes, come [Reader], take a walk with me.” 

[Reader] approached Rollo and their walk began. He was taking them across the Cathedral to put out the candles. 

“I know it’s been a while, but how have you been enjoying yourself in Fleur City?” 

“Oh, just fine! Thank you again, for all that you’ve done of course. It certainly feels amazing being able to freely leave and return without being shackled down. Not to mention, it’s a lot more eventful than I remember.” 

“I see, Father Pheobus has attempted to get more events hosted by the church. He would like the city to get together once in a while. It’s something new that he has been doing, but it seems that the townspeople enjoy it.” 

“That they do, may I ask, Father Rollo? Do you not like to get involved in events like these?” 

The main hall of the Cathedral was darkening with each step, 

“I wouldn’t say I dislike it. Socializing with others isn’t my strong suit, I tend to other matters that I excel at rather than mistakenly saying something I don’t mean.” 

[Reader] had noticed that Rollo tended to stay in the shadows and only speak when something needed to be said. If someone approached him and tried conversing, Rollo would maintain the utmost professionalism. He wasn’t one for idle chatter but never turned someone down if they wanted to have a word with him. Rollo continued his task, with [Reader] following close behind. 

“That’s fair. Sometimes not saying anything is the proper response, but I can see how that may stress you out. After all, you are a priest and everyone’s eyes are on you. Sorry, don’t mean to add to the pressure either.” 

As the candles were extinguished one by one, Rollo’s heels added to the ominous vibe that the Cathedral was giving. 

“You’re right, [Reader]. As a priest, all their eyes are on me waiting to hear what I  say but as such, my eyes are also on them. Despite what I preach, I believe that not everyone is capable of salvation. Humans are not devoid of sin, that is the truth. Though we are created in God’s image, we certainly are not perfect. There are those where their sins are mistakes and nothing more. Then some’s sins are perfectly under their control yet still choose to see nothing wrong in their actions. You can have that outlier where one of those wishes to repent and truly feel regret, but then some parade around shamelessly into God’s house asking for forgiveness. It’s laughable.” 

[Reader] remained silent. There was nothing they could say because ultimately, Father Rollo was right to some degree. Though they would be lying if they weren’t off-put by his sudden change. 

“ Did you know that the baker is having an affair? Ongoing for four years actually, yet he never fails to bring his wife and kids into mass every Sunday morning, thanking God for allowing them to live the way they do. They recently had their marriage anniversary, married for 10 years to be exact. I remember I was the one who renewed their vows. His words still ring in my head,”

“I will love you forever and until the end. You’re the pillar that provides me with the strength to keep going. I would never want another partner other than you, the woman I chose to be the mother of my children. I thank God for this blessing that is you, my love.” 

“How romantic, don’t you think? That same night he went back to his other partner, claiming that they had a big order for an event and he needed to be one step ahead of the game. How could I forget the previous head of the Orphanage, asking for food to provide for the children? The church and townspeople helped with what they could, but every time those children would come into mass they remained as thin as ever but the head remained full and content. It wasn’t until I stepped in and of course, led an investigation to find out that he was starving the kids and eating all the food. Now the orphanage is under the care of the Church, to be more specific, under my direct care. Don’t you see how happy those children are every time you come to mass? I even remember when Madam first came to the church, she told us the story of her husband's passing. She and her beloved husband were walking back home when an armed assailant was waiting for them, upon asking for their valuables he stabbed her husband over 27 times before fleeing. When the man was caught, he was just a petty thief who confessed to the crime. Their reasoning was they had no need to steal but got a kick out of watching the fear in the eyes of the defenseless manifest and to make matters worse, this was his first time killing since he never dared to do it before. What could an elderly man do to him had he chosen to fight back, nothing. That same thief pleaded with God before his execution that I had carried out, to spare him.” 

By the time Rollo had gotten to his part in his talk, almost all the candles were out except for four in the front of the altar. There Rollo turned around, facing [Reader] who stood in the middle closest to the altar. He was closest to the church doors but that area had been pitch black. He continued his speech and though he did not pose a threat to [Reader], yet, They couldn’t help the goosebumps that were forming on their skin and the sudden draft within the Cathedral. 

“Of course, the world is not black and white. There is no right or wrong, for if there was I too would have been punished. It’s not practical for me to base my distaste of humanity on a few bad apples, Madam, even after everything she went through still says that everyone deserves salvation but it’s like you said, [Reader]. We’re all so used to this world the way it is that a simple act of kindness, normalcy if you will, is considered a rarity.” 

[Reader] had recalled when they told that vendor that, those were their words and they still stood by it. The only thing was, they told that to the vendor, not Rollo. They shakily took a step back but kept their eyes trained on Rollo. He noticed their expression as well as their stance, but it was no use. The door to the church was locked and only Rollo had the key. He took a step forward, emerging from the darkness and [Reader] took a step back. 

“F-Father Rollo. . is this what you wanted to talk to me about? Sorry. . I just don’t know how this relates to me. . .” 

He let out a chuckle, 

“ You asked why I don’t like to get involved, right? That is my answer. It’s hard to get involved when I am surrounded by the same people I wish I could condemn. However, you are different. I’ll let you in on a little secret, I too have been keeping an eye on you long before we officially met.  You treated everyone with kindness even those that did not deserve it. You remained as human as possible, someone who could voice their feelings and care for everyone equally, even yourself. It was a sight for sore eyes, like an angel in a sea of devils. You tried your best and worked hard, but you knew what you could and couldn’t do. You were even starting to make me regain hope in this world but I quickly noticed that warm light inside of you start to flicker. It was all because of him, [Partner’s Name]. He had slowly started to dim that warm light inside of you and I couldn’t do anything, or so I thought. Your partner driving you out of your home was not accidental,  I can assure you. I had him lure you here, into the Church. There, I was able to save you from him.” 

[Reader’s] breath hitched. They had always assumed that all the events that led up to now were a mere coincidence, life just being its usual confusing self. It was not unusual for their partner to enter their shared home and demand things, bossing them around. They had assumed that it was the usual same old story. This didn’t change how they saw their partner and their relief that he was no longer in their life, but it changed their perception of Rollo. Had Rollo orchestrated their whole thing? Since when? For how long? Most importantly, for what? 

“Since we are in a church, I might as well confess. I have kept my eye on every single Fleur citizen since I became a priest, but I have kept my eye on you for months now. It’s hard for me to communicate with everyone, but not you [Reader]. Since I’ve been admiring you from a distance, I’ve come to love you. I love your person and your way of being. Your kindness, your truth, your struggles, everything about you I have come to love.” 

By now, [Reader] was up against the altar with Rollo standing in front of them. Both were illuminated by the remaining candles, his hand reached out to caress their cheek. 

“I’ve come to love everything about you, [Reader], even the parts that you aren’t aware of. I’ll remain to love them as well, for there is no one else.” 

“F-Father R-Rollo, I-!” 

He leaned closer to them, his piercing blue-green eyes staring into [Readers] fearful and confused ones. He placed a kiss on their lips, tilting their head back to get a better angle. Seconds passed before he lifted his lips from them, 

“. .And if you were to fall into sin, let it be by my hands.” 

Conflicted could not begin to describe it. The person they loved reciprocated their feelings, so much that they kissed at this very moment. Though logically speaking, Rollo had just admitted to orchestrating the whole thing. Who knew what was the truth and what was a lie? Did their partner move? Was it willingly? Most importantly, did it matter? Sure, maybe there was a time when logic was sound but that time wasn’t right now. Thinking with their heart, [Reader] kissed back. They shared a deep and sensual kiss that neither one dared to break. Rollo pushed his body up against [Reader], grinding into them. The altar luckily wasn’t too high, but there were small steps on either side that allowed them to effortlessly get on the altar. Rollo managed to push their back flat against the cold marbled table, 

“F-Father R-Rollo, are you sure? Y-you’re a man with a vow and-” 

“[Reader], I love you.” 

Their eyes widened once more at the confession and looking up, they weren’t meant with the Rollo they knew. He was no longer stoic and professional, this Rollo was vulnerable. His cheeks were flushed pink as he straddled [Reader’s] hips. His body loomed over theirs and his hands went to open their top. His eyes were glossed over with love and desire. [Reader’s] top was opened to expose their chest and his hands lightly touched their skin. His cold fingers trailed from their neck, chest, and lastly their nipples. Rollo let out a shaky sigh, 

“I love you. Let me worship you, with God as my witness let me prove my devotion to you. .” 

Rollo’s lips neared [Reader’s] and they exchanged a kiss. He lightly bit on their bottom lip, asking for permission to further taste them. A moan escaped [Reader] but they opened their mouth to allow his tongue inside. Rollo pressed himself further into [Reader], afraid to let go. Needing air, [Reader] placed their hands on his clothed chest, pushing against it. Releasing their lips, Rollo straightened but released a breathy moan. [Reader] could see the warmth spreading across his pale skin, but could also feel his growing bulge. Rollo began to lean back down but stopped when [Reader] went to open his top. He allowed them to strip him of his shirt, allowing his pale chest to be exposed. 

“I want to see you too, R-Rollo. . .” 

The tip of his ears turned pink at the comment. He leaned down to their neck, licking up and down. Nibbling and biting down to create hickeys. His lips trailed down, kissing the skin around the newly formed hickey and down to their chest. Moans spilled from both Rollo and [Reader], the pleasure shared between the two. His tongue swirled around their nipple, lightly biting and sucking on them. [Reader] tenderly held Rollo’s head as he worked on their chest. Shaky breaths echoed throughout the Cathedral. 

“F-Fuck. . R-Rollo-!” 

Rollo lifted himself from their chest and saw the bright pink/red circular marks all across their chest. 

“Not enough. . .it’s not e-enough. . “ 

Rollo leaned back down, kissing down to their navel area. His hands played with their bottoms, opening them agonizingly slow. He pulled them down their legs and he shifted back, making sure he could properly remove them. 

“F-Fuck, y-your sex. . .” 

Rollo’s shaky moans slipped out, he stared in awe at [Reader’s] aroused sex. He shifted back before nearing their sex and inhaling their scent. Rollo’s fingers carefully touched around, going to their most sensitive spot and circling his finger around. 

“R-Rollo…right there…feels good….” 

Rollo nodded, continuing to circle his finger. After a while he leaned down, placing his tongue on their sensitive spot. He licked around, replacing the movement of his finger, and began to lick up and down. [Reader] let out soft moans and breaths as he continued pleasuring them. He began to kiss, suck, lick, pinch, and stroke their sensitive bits. Rollo took a break to lick his fingers and pushed them against [Reader’s] hole. Lightly inserting a finger inside, feeling them clench around it. 

“Do you lust for me. . the same way I lust for you?” 

“ I-I’ve a-always wanted you-ngh!” 

Though Rollo wasn’t attending to their sex with his mouth, he was still reaching inside them with his fingers. Slipping a second finger to curl up against that soft spot inside them, pumping rhythmically. Rollo leaned back down, placing his mouth back on their sex. Rollo himself wasn’t too experienced, but based on their sounds, he knew more or so where to touch. His long slender fingers managed to reach thoroughly and the stimulation with his tongue was overwhelming.

“F-Fuck Rollo, g-gonna cum-!” 

Rollo continued to abuse their sex, giving them that final push needed to orgasm. Rollo’s face was drenched with drool and cum, but still managed to swallow everything that they released. He unbuttoned his pants, releasing his cock that was already leaking pre-cum. He wrapped his hands around it, stroking himself. 

“Can I-fuck! P-put it inside you. . .?” 

Rollo’s half-lidded eyes pleaded with [Reader’s], begging to fuck them.  [Reader] propped themself up with their elbow, sat up, and kissed him. Rollo leaned forward to reciprocate. They placed their hands on his cheeks and lightly caressed, 

“You may. . .but can I. .be on top?” 

Rollo softly nodded, letting [Reader] guide him to lie down on the altar instead. [Reader] went to stimulate his already hard dick, but wrapped their hands around it and jerk him, smearing his pre-cum around. They licked their fingers and trailed them down to their hole, lightly fingering themselves to adjust to his size. They scissored themself and when they were ready, hovered over his cock. They lowered themselves onto Rollo’s cock, clenching down on his dick. 

“F-Fuck you’re tight-!” 

Rollo threw his head back at the sensation and his hands reached to hold [Reader’s] hip. [Reader] stayed still to adjust to his size but after a while, began to move. Riding his cock, [Reader] threw their head back as breaths left them, their back slowly arching. Rollo thrust, matching their pace as well. One of his hands moved to their sex, stimulating it at the same pace. 

Aside from the candles, the moonlight entered the Cathedral through the stained glass. The hue of the deep blues and purples reflected off their skin, creating an almost angelic glow. Their moans and whines echoed throughout the church, Rollo’s back was on the altar and his body coated in sweat. His eyes glossed over with tears, looking over at [Reader] who fared the same. Their body was sweaty and warm, their movements were slowing with time. Rollo’s thrust became more erratic, reaching deeper into [Reader]. 

“I-I’m close-! F-Fuck, f-feels s-so good-! Rollo!” 

Mewls spilled out of [Reader]’s mouth. 

“M-Me too-! I-I love you! L-Love you so much! God, I love you so much, [Reader]!” 

“I l-love you too, R-Rollo-!” 

With their final declaration of love, [Reader] came all over Rollo and he came deep inside of them. Their deep breaths were heard throughout the cathedral. [Reader] slumped on top of Rollo with his cock still inside them. They nuzzled into Rollo’s neck, peppering light kisses. 

“Love you s’much, Rollo.” 

“I love you too. . .[Reader].” 

His arms wrapped around them, pressing them closer into him. They stayed like that for a while, before [Reader] perked up, looking at his face. 

“I-I do have a question though. . .did you know that I liked you?” 

Rollo looked down to see their curious gaze, he adverted his eyes with a blush staining his cheeks. 

“It. . .it wasn’t Father Pheobus in the Confessional. It. . .it was me. . .” 

[Readers] face fell, 

“S-SO I CONFESSED TO YOU?” 

[Reader] buried their face in his neck, Rollo let out a soft smile at their antics. 

“That you did. Though I am glad, without you confessing to me, this never would have happened.” 

Still buried in his neck, they mumbled a couple of words. 

“I love you. . .” 

Rollo, of course, said it back. He could hear their soft snores, they had passed out from exhaustion. Only one thought lay in his mind, there was no one else other than him that could preserve the purity within [Reader]. 

‘If hellfire must consume me, so be it. I will never let anyone else take you away from me. Your purity is for me to preserve and to taint, no one else.’ 

This was only the beginning of the tragic tell that would come about to Twisted Wonderland. The story of the righteous priest and judge who burned down Fleur City, all because of their desire for someone they could never truly have. 

A/N: So that was a long one. . .how we feeling? I don’t think I will ever write a part 2, sorry :(( UNLESS I get inspiration but I do want to write headcanons for him so maybe? That being said I will be posting another post that will talk about the future of this blog (I AM NOT LEAVING DW)! That being said, I want to thank my friends for helping me with this fic! Special mention to my friend who helped me confirm his personality for me (I love you Nova) and my other friend, who got horny thoughts when they went to church! :3 

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#542 Tempation

Rollo*On his knees praying, eyes closed with a stern yet monotone voice*I am a pious man, No temptation can stray me from the path of god

He failed to notice You came into the chapel and heard him...

Yuu*Leans towards his ear in a sultry voice, grabbing his chin to make him look up at you*Hey Kitty~

Rollo*Has an out-of-control body high pitch gasp with a reddening face*!?!?!

[michelletsw]

requests you say? 😏 since the masquerade event is put, I haven’t been able to get this idea out of my head. where MC purposefully shows off skin and teases rollo until he basically breaks and they both get dragged into a room where rollo takes out all his pent up sexual frustration on MC. (I want to corrupt this man so bad 😭)

I'm ganna to with a fem mc for this but if you wanted mask dm me and I'll make another one for you.

Nsfw and 18+ below the cut she/her pronouns used pr♡n no plot

Walking around the school, going to classes, going to meetings. Everytime rollo saw you something was shown off. Sometimes it was a short skirt or maybe a low cut top. During breakfast you showed up with a backless sleep shirt and shorts that where so low cut your pantie line showed.. it drove him Insane. Seeing you show off your skin so much shamelessly it frustrated him to no end but what irritated him more was his attraction for it..

The final straw was at the masquerade dance. You showed up wearing a black strapless dress with high slits on both sides showing off your legs. When everyone was dancing and distracted he grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the ball room. "My office now" His voice is strict and firm but you see hunger in his eyes.

He closes his door and locks it, you take a seat in one of the chair crossing your legs and looking up at him with a braty smile. "Whats wrong rollo you seem frustrated" you put emphasis on the word frustrated knowing what your doing, wanting a reaction out of him.

He clicks his tounge in annoyance grabing your face his fingers slightly squishing your cheeks from his hold, there's a sneer on his face "you walk around with no shame maybe I should give you some." His voice is thick with obsession and malice. He kiss you deep right away biting at your lips his hand grabs your waist making you stand up, he pushes you on to his desk a few papers and pens falling off onto the ground. He stands between your thighs his left hand on your waist holding it tightly, his right dangerously close to your throat but still holding your face.

He nips at your lip and his tounge slips into your mouth tangling with yours he let's your hands wonder and take off the outer layer of his clothing leaving him in his white button up and black jeans. His hand slides down your waist to your hip.

He parts the kiss letting go of your chin both his hands on your hips, before you can say anything he pulls your hips forward making you fall back on the desk he moves the dress to the side lifting your legs up. staring down at you like a starved man his fingers linger on your thighs running up your inner thighs he leans down his chest pressed against yours. His head is in the crook of your neck, you can feel his warm breath against your skin as he kisses your neck bitting down on. Rollo grinds up against you, your slick soaking through your panties "be a good girl and stay still" he whispers in your ear reaching down and tracing around your panties with his fingers making a shiver go up your spine, his hand snakes down under them and you feel his thumb press against your clit making you moan out in pleasure, he slips two fingers inside you at a painfully slow pace. He kisses your neck nipping at it while continuing his pace, his free hand goes down and undoes his pants. You feel a knot forming in your gut as you get close to climaxing, he removes his fingers denying you your release, You whine at the lack of friction but it's quickly replaced by rollo bottoming out inside you easily. He chokes back a groan while ramming into you, he grabs under your knee and pins your legs up the tip of his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust he presses himself against you bitting at your ear "showing yourself off- like that every day" his breath hitches mid sentence. You feel the knot in you gut again forming fast you whimper out his name cumming around his dick he laughing mockingly at you continuing his brutal pace tears forming in your eyes from the overstimulation your face growing red and your voice getting louder his trusted getting sloppy as he gets closer to climaxing.

Walking down the hallway with your thighs pressed together trying to make it to your room without someone seeing you in such a messy state you did your best to fix your hair but your face was still red and teary. You could feel rollos cum dripping out of you with every step and down your inner thighs you could feel someone of it at your knee, your panties long gone because rollo took them at some point during sex. Maybe you'll start dressing less provocative on purpose but probably not.

[aliens8n]

Nsfw ABCs [ Rollo Flamm ]

Hello! This is my first blog and writing so bare with me but I feel the primal urge to create such things! For now I’ll be taking requests for headcanons and Drabble only Twst only!  Anyway, time to feed the Rollo simps!

NSFW| Rollo Flamm x GN reader |

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

Rollo is a proper gentleman and believes that follow ups like after care should be common sense for anyone. If you have sex with someone, you’re supposed to clean up your bodies as he would consider it filthy if not. Though he would rather you be self-sufficient enough to do it yourself, he will clean you up nice and gently if you’re too drained; though expect some minor insults to slip out as he wipes you down with a warm rag. Rollo wouldn’t admit it but he does take pride in a way when you’re too much of a mess to do it yourself. After all he does believe that one should clean up the mess THEY caused. On a small side note since he would be relatively new to pleasure another, the aftercare part he was always more one of since he found it the easier thing to do in a sexual relationship.

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

He would absolutely love your hands. Oh how soft and comforting they were to hold. He loved the way they loved when they squeezed around the sheets on the bed as he kept his pace nice and steady as your hole squeezed around him. Rollo would have the tendency to slowly slide his hands down your arms only to then intertwine his fingers with yours and give em a nice firm squeeze. Even out of the bedroom he would randomly take your hand when he could and give them a soft kiss along each finger if he has time.

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

Due to not liking filthy things he usually pulls out and cums into a napkin or cloth he had placed out beforehand. Though on a very rare occasion he might cum right onto your back or stomach depending on the position. His cum would usually be thicker than the average person’s due to not really masterbaiting or having sex too often in general.

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

Rollo secretly likes temperature play though he wouldn’t act upon this liking all too much. On special occasions when he does want to drabble in his weird sexual interest it would consist of you blindfold to raise your other senses as he holds a candle to your body and just inches the flame closer. Your reaction to the threatening flame would have him pretty rock hard. Don’t worry he wouldn’t let it burn you, the worst he would do  letting a few drops of wax drip on you.

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

Absolutely not. He would of  been a happy virgin for as long as he lived if he hadn’t met you. He had a low libido though it would have raised up a bit once with you. You would need to guide him through it the first few times until he got how to please your body the way you like it. Rollo might have crossed some erotic scenes in his books but he would be keeping notes. What he knows is what is taught in sex ed so that is about it! At least he would be aware of the clit and the purpose of it, but don't expect him to blow your socks off the first few times.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Basic missionary is all he requires and likes. It is a simple position that allows him to see most of you and get the job done. He wouldn’t be too reluctant if you asked for a different one as long as it wasn’t too much of a hassle to do. The only other position he enjoys is doggy style, once again, it is simple and gets the job done.

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

Rollo is a serious man and wouldn’t understand why anyone would goof off during sex. If you were to try to make a joke during an erotic moment he would go soft and lose interest almost immediately and probably give you a cringed out look too.

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

He would keep himself very well kept! Anything you expected from his normal appearance would be the same down below, nice and tame. And he would expect the same of you as well. 

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

The first time would be more like you’re a teacher so it would go quite slow as he wants to make sure he is doing it right of course, as well as study your reaction to certain things he does if he goes off script. After a while once he feels confident in his ability,  the pace would be about the same as he wants you to feel every little thing he does to you. Rollo wouldn’t admit this openly, but  he cherishes your body and the fact that  YOU are allowing him, of all people, to do such things to you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rollo doesn’t have the time nor feel the need to jack off. If he feels pent up he will come directly onto you or have you sent to his office to fix the problem head on.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As mentioned in another letter,  he would enjoy temperature play and some very soft bondage. He isn't a very kinky man but he might discover he likes orgasm denial if you manage to get punished by him. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

 His office or bedroom. He will NOT do it any other place, and if you try to get frisky with him outside of those two places, he will end up ignoring you for the rest of the day and even cover his mouth with his handkerchief to hide his disgust. Thankfully, you are his lover so he wouldn’t be mad at you for too long- but definitely never try it again.

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

The simple things; such as the way your hips move as you walk, or how serious your expressions get when you’re determined or focused. What he finds most attractive is how you stand up to him and speak your mind; like you are the same level or better than him. Oh he can’t wait until he is alone with you to remind you of your place.

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

There’s a lot of no’s coming from this man. No heavy pda such as making out; a small kiss and hand holding for a bit is okay but any more than that going to get you shunned. No spitting or anything dirty. Rollo absolutely wouldn’t tolerate being degraded at any point during sexy time. 

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

Rollo prefers to give as he finds it less dirty than to have his own dick sucked. Since he was previously an inexperienced virgin, it would take him a bit to get the hang of it and he would have an inconsistent tempo, BUT once he gets some practice you will be cumming- or get real close to an organism. Now, returning to the receiving end: you would have to practically beg him if you want to give him head. Though he does find it a bit gross…HE WOULDN’T SAY HE HATES IT!

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

He is in between both fast and rough and slow and sensual. His speed is a moderate one. He wouldn’t be dreadfully slow, but he wouldn’t be  ramming in and out either. Rollo’s main goal would be to please you,  so he wouldn’t be in a rush to finish. 

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

Quickies are a waste of time. He doesn’t have time for them and if he did he would fill that time with something he deemed more productive. Rollo believes that  if he feels horny,  he will save that feeling for a time when he can have a full session with you. 

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

Nope! Safety first! He would always be sure to have condoms, and if you don't like that then that's fine since sex would only be in the safety of his office or bedroom- nowhere else; and during times he has NOTHING but you scheduled.

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

As many times needed until both parties have cummed at least once. Rollo has a decent stamina due to the lack of masterbaiting, and the use of his energy in general.

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

No toys for this strict, used to be a mega virgin,  man. Toys are of no use as he has you if he wants pleasure. Now he wouldn’t say no if you brought one and requested him to use it on you. Of course, after you explain how and show him how it works, but he would never seek them out himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

At first, he would barely tease as these were learning sessions. Once comfortable, he will get a bit more adventurous and branch off from following your lead; he likes the foreplay more than the actual action of the deed. Rollo will plunge his fingers in and out of you until you beg him to just fuck you,  but you better be good at begging because a simple please and a few tears won’t satisfy him enough to actually fuck you. There will even be times when all he will use is his hands and possibly a toy if you request it. 

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

For the most part he is trying to keep his normal poker face, but if you get lucky enough you might look up to see a small scowl with his cheeks a light flush of pink. As for noise, he keeps it all in but you can catch a groan or two slip  as he thrusts in and out.

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

Though he may not say it, it would be clear that after a while you will notice he seems to like power play as long as he gets to be the one in charge. Even during the first few times when you are teaching him, he would act  as if he was the one demanding you to show him- as if you were no more than a mere little puzzle for him to toy with.

[eel-sedate]

First Time ft. Rollo Flamm

Rollo Flamm x amab!Yuu

cw: soft smut, sloppy kisses, male orgasms, Yuu is reader, cursing, handjob, jealousy, established relationship, nipple play, aftercare

Rollo finds that the magic less prefect from NRC has been getting a bit too close to the prince of Briar Valley. He'll make sure to remind them thoroughly on who they belong to.

Rollo was on his usual routine before he heard a gist of gossip nearby, "Have you heard? The Prince of Briar Valley really has taken a liking to the magic less prefect!" he raised his eyebrow at the claim. "How foolish. It is only mere gossip, I shan't need to spend any more time in listening to it." Rollo quickly turned his head and walked away, an arrogant look on his face.

You were walking with Malleus, listening to his childish rambles about gargoyles and whatnot. Time passes way slower when you're bored, but he is your friend after all. You can't be mad at him for wanting to express his interests. You checked your watch before excusing yourself, you needed to make preparations because tonight.. Your boyfriend will be visiting you.

Of course, you and Rollo were in a closeted relationship. You had respected Rollo's request to keep this a secret between you and him, he didn't want his reputation to be tarnished. But still, you loved him so. You had met Rollo during a chess tournament between the two colleges, he was quite a hard shell to crack but once you got to know him better, you fell right under his spell.

You had cleaned the dorm and your bedroom, leaving the place to look neat and tidy before your boyfriend came along. Malleus came by because he claimed that he was just walking pass to the forest behind the Ramshackle dorm, he stopped for some idle chit-chat and tea before he waved you off. Little did you know, Rollo had been watching you for quite awhile.

Rollo was seething with jealousy as he saw how you were getting all touchy and close with that absolute heretic, it made him absolutely angry. How could he ever possibly let them tarnish his lover's pure magic less soul with the sin that is magic? He felt disgusted. He certainly had even more sinister ideas on how he could punish you for being too close with the heir of Briar Valley.

It was already dark out, nobody else would know what was going on between the prefect and the man. Once you let him in, Rollo covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief. It certainly made you think that there was something that was out of place, a worried expression over on your face. Rollo's eyes stared at you before putting down the handkerchief, "Was there somebody else here before me?"

It certainly left you speechless, as you were trying to collect your words to make up an excuse, Rollo already had his mouth full of you, kissing you through the doorway. Although, the kiss felt more like as if you were getting eaten. Rollo's tongue explored your mouth, passionately eating you up.

When he finally parted away from you, it left you breathless. You were gasping for air, face red and flushed. "Huh-? Rollo? What's-ha.. What's gotten into hff you?" you put your hands on Rollo's chest to distance him from you. You felt embarrassed and flustered, your fingers lingered over your slightly reddish lips. Rollo's eyes were dark as they lingered over you, a displeased look on his features. Clearly he was jealous, jealous that you were getting too close with other people. People who weren't him.

Rollo's hand firmly gripped one of your wrist and dragged you back to your bedroom, it's not the first time he's been here. But it's certainly the first time he's ever going to initiate things, once you both arrived, Rollo softly pushed you onto your bed, kissing you softly. His hands were roaming all over, touching and leaving his mark at what was his lover. "Darling.. May I take this a step further?" his nose was sniffing up your scent, the smell that never failed to rile him up.

You softly caress his face with a meek smile, eyes softening while remaining contact with his. "Well- Erm.. Just.. Just be gentle.." You were certainly left wordless. Rollo now started to gently undo your clothing, taking time to give you fluttering kisses over your collarbone. Once you were now only left with your underwear, Rollo had started to undo his clothing also.

He gently fiddled with your nipples, pinching them slightly and squeezing them. He caught idea of latching unto one of them, licking and suckling on your chest. The feeling was foreign, sure, you had tried to play with your nipples before but feeling them being touched by someone else was different. You were breathing pretty heavily, your hands making way to grip on Rollo's hair instinctively.

Rollo's hand slowly made way under your underwear, stroking your now hard cock. It elicited a soft groan from you, having someone hear your voice while you were vulnerable like this was embarrassing. You were holding in your voice, Rollo noticed how you seemed a bit more tense, he wondered what he was doing wrong.

"Am I doing something wrong? Do you want to stop? We can just do this another time when you're ready.." Rollo's voice expressed concern, his hand stopped midway, making you let out the breath you've been holding. "N-No..! It feels good, d-don't stop!" "Are you sure?" "Oh god- Yes!" Rollo had a deep crimson blush on his face while he smiled, he got closer to give you a sloppy kiss while stroking you.

You moaned into the kiss, his long fingers slightly squeezing you, making you squirm in pleasure. It wasn't long until you started buckling your hips into his fingers, Rollo's tongue was tasting yours, drool dripping down your chin. You pushed Rollo from the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you both. "Haah-! S-Stop! 'm close!" Rollo gently bit his bottom lip before stroking your length faster. It wasn't long until you came undone, soiling your underwear and Rollo's hand. You got up from your trance and helped Rollo clean up his hands, the aftermath was awkward since it was both of your first times. "Um.. Thank you Rollo.." "You're welcome.." Rollo helped you clean your underwear before you both took a nice shower, gently embracing eachother's warmth. It was better to stay quiet now, the ghosts probably heard your rendezvous with Rollo.

A/N: Thank you for reading my fic!! There wasn't much Rollo Flamm content out there so I just had to.

[yuuzushi]

Yandere!Twisted wonderland boys with MC/Yuu/reader who has big boobs!

Riddle Rosehearts

Ok he literally didn't notice at first-

He noticed it after his overblot.

OK HOW CAN HE NOT LOOK-

He sometimes fantasizes about the boobas...

He also had a scenario in his head where he accidentally fell onto them.!

He was at first ashamed of it but his fantasies became much more wild and the desire to actually make these fantasies come true is much more wild.....he doesn't regret it tho¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Azul Ashengrotto

Unlike riddle,He took note of it first.

He learnt from idia that big boobas was something humans found attractive in human females👽

Oh he certainly does tooಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

After his overblot he couldn't help but think o your boobas during his dirty dreams,yes he does dream dirty...ಠ⁠∀⁠ಠ

After he abducted you he would do alot more than that thoರ⁠_⁠ರ

Rollo flamm

Must stay focused-

No, literally that's his motto when he is around you ಠ⁠_⁠ʖ⁠ಠ

He can't help but just STARE 🫣

He got called out by other council members for it but he brushed them off like a pro 🌚

After the events of glorious masquerade.

He found himself dreaming about your boobas and *cough* dirty things- *cough*

He plans on kidnapping you next-

[lair-of-asmodeus]

“Alas, you have found my secret lair of indecency and lust... What do you think will happen next~? Oh, I know~! Allow me to tell you a tale~ It goes like this...”

Cynthia || 18 || Minors + ageless blogs + proship DNI || will block you on sight if you do interact.

“There are some tales that I will and will not tell you, my dear~”

What I will NOT write:

💔 Dub-con

💔 Non-con

💔 Yandere

💔 Character x character (unless it’s character x reader x character 🫢)

💔 And anything that makes me feel uncomfortable.

I won’t write anything for minor characters — a.k.a first and second years. I will write for characters that are eighteen and above, meaning I will write for staff, third years, Rollo and Che’nya.

Request Status: Closed 🔒

OC Request Status: Open 👐🏻

Tag Guide:

#the valley of sinners – Writings from yours truly 😉

#cyn’s answers – Anything that you can ask me :) (I use the same tag on my main writing blog!)

#desires from the sinners – Your thirst posts 🫢

#chatting with the devil – The interactions you viewers have with the succubus that haunts this blog, Lilina. You can interact with her if you want! But be careful, because she can be a little... out of hand sometimes. 😔

Last Updated: February 1st 💜

[glo0b]

Brain please stop

My brain just keeps on thinking about Jealous Rollo railing my Yuu and it wont stop please I love this man so much ;-;

[hideousvoid]

Requesting Rollo simply preying upon the reader. He just guilt-tripping them for having lustful thoughts and the only way that the reader can be cleansed is to well, admit of their sins and *insert nsfw*. Can the reader be male or gn, up to you

Prey of desire

"you can't hide no more your sins, accept your faith and let me purify your disgraceful mind"

reader: gender male

warnings: guilt-tripping, degrading, smut, obsession, stalking and more.

・゜゜・┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

You were there in front of the cause of your problems, same ones that didn't let you think without feeling dirty. Rollo's gaze was strong but tired on yours, was he aware of your thoughts? The way you couldn't help but touch yourself at night while imaginating about him? Every little move he did always made your fantasy go wild, his hands even when Rollo was holding the napkin. His soft lips with the hot breath coming out of it, too many things had an effect on you. Still wondering if he was doing it on purpose or not, the third-year was obsessed by purity and faith, those were the only things that were stopping you from doubting.

You were supposed to admit your actions to the grey-haired man so calling him to your room was a great option, at night when no one could interrupt you two and find out about the secrets. Too much time passed since the silence was dominating the room, broken by the voice of the other man. "So? Are you going to tell me what you did or not? I won't wait any longer." Rollo was right, so you took a big breath and finally talked " I've been dreaming about you recently, not only at night but even all day, it's not easy to explain. Not any type of fantasy, a lustful one that makes me feel dirty to the bone. I'm sorry for what my mind makes me imagine, I want your forgiveness and a help"

This time he was the one that went silent, oh poor little (y/n), you didn't expect him to know the whole thing, did you? The flames told him everything, let him see any move you did in the room while you were in the dark. Almost a night routine, you sitting on the bed only wearing your underwear as your dominant hand was around your cock stroking it, the other one touching your chest or in your mouth to cover the noises. His name coming out of your mouth as a wave of pleasure hit you, your back arching while cumming. Why didn't you admit that part huh? Too scared of his reaction?

"I didn't expect you to be a whore, didn't you learn anything? Look at you, drooling over me as I do nothing wrong, don't you feel a disgusting pervert? Get on your knees and beg for forgiveness, I want to see if you are truly sorry for your actions" his voice was severe and harsh, you did as he ordered and kneeled in front of him. A blush covered your face as you tried to get him right, a smirk appearing on Rollo's lips as you started to stammer. Too close, you could see that he was hard or maybe it was your imagination, too difficult to get what was real and not. Hopefully the tall man interrupted you with a nice option "I forgive you this time, though we have to fix this problem of yours. What if it becomes real? I think it will disappear once it gets fulfilled. I decided, get up and do as your wish for tonight, let me see what you dreamt about."

After saying that Rollo opened his legs and put his hands slightly between his back, leaving you free access to his body. You jumped on him like his body was a full meal, licking his neck while rapidly taking off all his clothes. Leaving dark hickies on that pale skin, your hands exploring his bare chest with greed, your cold skin on his boiling one. Slowly your lips slided to his nipples, licking and biting as your hands grabbed firmly his thighs squeezing them between your fingers. A heavy and desperate breath coming out of his trembling mouth, pulling your hair while asking for more like a little slut. Wetting two fingers you started to tease his hole, slowly inserting them and taking them out, just to hear him ask for more. Too desperate to wait more you took your pants off and immediately started to devour him, fucking him without any shame, your hands around his throat while slamming in him. Who was in control? Rollo as he was 'purifying' you or you swallowing his whole 'purity'? It wasn't the time for thinking, to keep your voice down you repeatedly bited his neck to let go off some adrenaline. Cumming in him with a deep moan, the third-year almost screaming as pleasure hit him hard as a rock, he loved every drop of it. Wrapping himself around your body tight enough to prevent you from moving away from him, now you were only Rollo's property. After many seconds he let out his last words before deciding to rest.

"if you ever need to confess your sins again, come immediately to me and we'll solve it together."

[michelletsw]

How the actual fuck do his clothes work??????

Like is it some type of button up long sleeve shirt and the belt makes it look like a dress and that's just a skirt or is it just a dress and how is the bell thing attached???? Im so confused

I figured it out my friend helped me with this drawing lol

[mymainwastoocluttered]

I hope you r enjoying the sheer amount of Rollo-san fanart and now angst comics. Also hope u saw his evil smiles, he looks so happy I forget about his ugly bowcut UDJJSSKSJEJSID (im joking here, it might be ugly but i like it...)

I fear looking at his tag cuz I know part of the Fandom hates him (which is valid), but if it's as good as you say.... 👀👀👀

I simp for Rook, I'm immune to bowl cuts sksksjjsjskajsshjs but, yeah, I saw his sprites, his evil little smile, he looks like he'd make a "nyuhuhu" noise

(Also, for the people who don't like Rollo, any posts with him will have the tag "tw for rollo flamm", to make it easier to avoid the content by blocking that tag. Mostly just another layer to make sure we're all safe)

[alastor-simp]

Masterlist

This is my first time making a masterlist and I'm not much of a writer, but I will try my best. I do not accept requests rn

Started 08/28/23

Twisted Wonderland

Twisted Wonderland Zodiac Book (from my wattpad):

#1 - What Dorm Are You Staying At?

#2 - Who Becomes Your Best Friend?

#3 - Your Unique Magic?

#4 - Who Do You Have A Crush On?

#5 - Who Has A Crush On You?

#6 - Who Becomes Your Boyfriend?

#7 - What Part Of Your Body Does Your Boyfriend Love To Kiss

#8 - Which Dorm Do You Spend Halloween With?

#9 - Who Helps You Study For Exams?

Twisted Wonderland Would You Rather?

Would You Rather #1

Would You Rather #2

Would You Rather #3

Would You Rather #4

Would You Rather #5

Apologizing to Them Series:

Jamil Viper

Lilia Vanrouge

Silver

Floyd Leech

Epel Felmier

Riddle Roseheart

Kalim Al-Asim

Azul Ashengrotto

Leona Kingscholar

Them Apologizing to you Series:

Riddle Roseheart - Part 1 , Part 2

Vil Schoenheit

Ace Trapolla - Part 1 , Part 2

Azul Ashengrotto - Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

Headcannons:

Dorm leaders with a reader who sings like "Ado"

Vice dorm leaders with a reader who sings like "Ado"

Azul Ashengrotto with a reader like "Uma" from Descendants

Leona comforting a crying reader

Calling Dorm leaders (minus Vil) Beautiful

Ruggie, Jade, Floyd and Lilia Reacting To The Reader Calling Them Beautiful

Lilia Vanrouge Catches Reader Cosplaying As Them

Watching a Horror Movie with Riddle, Leona, and Azul

Watching a Horror Movie with Kalim and Vil

Watching a Horror Movie With Idia and Malleus

Watching a Horror Movie with Floyd

First Years with a reader who sings like "Ado"

Cater, Ortho, Silver, Neige, Chenya, and Rollo Flamme with a reader who sings like "Ado"

Black Butler

Headcannons

Ciel and Sebastian react to reader who sings like “Ado"

Smash, Hug Or Pass

#1

#2

𝗛𝗮𝘇𝗯𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗹

Sleeping on his Lap- Alastor x Reader

"Ticklish My Dear?" - Alastor x Reader

Dressing Up As Him - Alastor x Reader

Soothing Sounds📻🌧 - Alastor x Reader

Alastor with selectively mute reader series - Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 Finale

Horror Movie Night - Alastor x Reader

La Vie En Rose - Alastor x Reader

Caught In The Fluff - Angel Dust x Reader

Poison - Angel Dust x Powerful Female Overlord Reader : Part 1 , Part 2 , Epilogue (R-18 Smut Warning)

Sensitive Soul😔 - Alastor x Reader

Special Guest🎙 - Alastor x Singer Reader

Masquerade Ball🎭 - Alastor x Reader

Hugging Them Out of Nowhere - Hazbin Hotel Gang

I See No Fear In Your Eyes - Alastor x Reader

My My, Aren’t You Adorable - Alastor with Nezuko Kamado Reader

Burnt Out😞 - Alastor x Burnt Out Reader

Pocky Kiss Game😘 - Hazbin Hotel Gang x Reader

Such a Tease - Angel Dust x Fem Human Reader: Part 1

A What Now? - Alastor with Non-Binary Reader 💛🤍💜🖤

Bon Appétit! - Alastor x Fem Chef Reader

Hugging Them Out of Nowhere - Lucifer Morningstar, Cherri Bomb, Vox, and Valentino

Sickly Deer - Sick Alastor x Fem Reader

Female Demon Who Sings Like Japanese Singer "Ado" - Hazbin Hotel Gang : Part 1

Why? - Alastor x Powerful Female Overlord Reader : Part 1

Birthday Boy🥳 - Angel Dust x Female Reader Birthday Smut - Part 1

Enchanting Lullaby🧜‍♀️ - Insomniac Alastor x Sea Siren Reader

Caught in Her Web🕸 - Angel Dust x Zestial Daughter

[rainbowsillz]

˗ˏˋ I'm Etihw from Thailand, nice to meet you! This account will brainrot yandere fics and I make reader inserts. ´ˎ˗

My other writing side acc is @mewpangxin . . ! Anyway, my pronouns are she/her if you're wondering about it.

About me. | Tag system. | mutuals + anons (tba).

WALKING THROUGH THE FIELDS OF ROSES, you stumbled upon an unfamiliar venue, you ought to be careful, gorgeous.

The Red Queen doesn't take kindly for a guest showing up uninvited after all, I hope you brought a letter to his party, yes?

⤷ Shh, listen closely.. the monarch.. he is observing you.

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-> Masterlist for Twisted Wonderland. <-

✦ — The Doll Maker || TWST HC. — ✦

Yan! Overblot Riddle X GN! Reader.

Yan! Overblot Malleus X GN! Reader.

“That guy is my pookie, so stop touching him—!” - Pairings: Multiple Characters X GN! Reader.

Rollo Flamme. | Character interaction | Genre: Fluff?

Floyd Leech. | Character interaction | Genre: Fluff?

TWST SQUAD BEING A FATHER + WITH A BABY.

✦ — THEM WITH AN AFFECTIONATE S/O.✦ —

“ Dating? As if they would let this continue on.. ”

Their voicelines about you.

Mysterious disappearance 🦢✨

Azul Ashengrotto. | Interaction | Genre: Dark?

How they react with someone mocking you.

How they react with a marriage proposal.

The dorm leaders x GN! Reader that plays with their hair • (Multiple Characters).

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X. Masterlist for Kimetsu No Yaiba. X

𖤐 A MODERN READER THAT CAN'T TALK IN JAPANESE 𖤐 (FT. Yandere Douma X GN! Reader).

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BYI AND FOLLOW ME; ˖✶

I don't write explicit smut or nsfw. Not that that I don't wish to, it's due to my lack of inability.

Asking to be moots are alright through DMs. Or in my inboxes, don't worry about it.

I do not support any fandom drama, this will be sfw and where you can be cozy and warm :)

I love ocs and yume inserts, so you can share.

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★⋆RULES ★⋆

I will not accept anything about gore, incest, pedophilia, vore, age play, and etc.

I don't romanticize yandere irl, it's for fictions so if anyone do it, please contact a therapist because that's not normal and it's not alright.

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat is a big nope because I'm admittedly not that dark T-T of a person.

I don't do requests currently 🩷 Okay I lied, I can haha but only for characters that I'm familiar with- most dorm leaders are fine for me.

Please don't send anon hate or mean things.

Genres which I do? Yandere, fluff, mature, a bit spice? Oh, maybe crack.. and that's about it.

Readers are gender neutral, however if it's for male and female readers, I'll tag on for such.

I will reblog dark contents, so be careful.

 Character x Character and Character x OC? I have no problems to chat about them except if it's incest (Naur —that's a no.) but I doubt my characterization on them will be decent.

There are characters that I don't write for, NRC staff + teachers, Ortho and RSA students.

Sebek, Jack and Silver probably not yet too.

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© I don't agree if anyone is going to repost, translate or modify my fics without permission.

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