idk if you take requests.. but i want you to give me your take on frollo and viagra and reader when they are like fucking/in a relationshipp..
(i was never here)
Modern AU! Minister of Justice Claude Frollo x Reader Headcanons.
NSFW with Religious Imaginary and Blasphemy. Minor DNI. sorry oomfs...
I self-ship/yume with Frollo and doubles are 100% fine. seriously, no gatekeeping here. You can read it as Frollo/Esmeralda too if thatβs more your thing.
The reader is loosely coded as a POC, but feel free to picture them however you want: queer, leftist, religious minority, immigrant, feminist. Basically Frolloβs worst nightmare and everything that gets under his skin.
Author's not catholic. I'm jewish/muslim depending on what you believe HAHA
Despite his endless lectures about moral purity, he gifts you expensive jewelry engraved with subtle religious symbols as "reminders of your place under divine authority." and yes, he'll give you a collar.
He becomes irrationally possessive whenever he sees you talking to anyone from your own community, accusing them of "corrupting" you further while ignoring that he's the one doing it.
Sex with Frollo is always framed as punishment. He'll recite scripture verses about lust while pinning your wrists and railing you hard enough to make the antique furniture creak.
He has a fixation on leaving visible marks on your thighs and neck that you have to hide, claiming they're "visible proof of your sinful nature" that only he gets to see.
His favorite position is bending you over his massive oak desk in the ministry office, pants/skirt off and panties yanked aside, muttering about cleansing you with every thrust.
He refuses to use condoms because "barriers are for the faithless," but he secretly gets tested obsessively while forbidding you from seeing anyone else.
He got breeding kink OK
When his age starts catching up to his stamina, he discreetly pops a Viagra before summoning you, then acts outraged that "your wicked presence" forces him to rely on "unnatural aids" to discipline you properly.
One night the Viagra hits way too hard and he ends up fucking you relentlessly for hours, growling that it's "your fault for awakening this unending fire" while you beg for a break he refuses to give.
He once took an extra dose by mistake before a late-night "interrogation" session, resulting in him pinning you against his office wall and pounding into you so aggressively that papers scattered everywhere. He later blamed "demonic influence" while still hard and going for round three.
Post-Viagra marathon sessions leave him unusually quiet and almost tender for about five minutes afterward, stroking your hair while whispering that you're both damned now, before the self-righteous mask snaps back on.
He keeps a small silver crucifix necklace looped around his wrist during sex so he can press the cold metal against your clit/cock while heβs buried deep, muttering that βeven your pleasure must kneel before higher judgment.β
After one too many Viagra, he starts carrying a discreet blue pill case engraved with βFor spiritual emergencies onlyβ he pops one right in front of you with zero shame, claiming your mere presence βtests the flesh beyond mortal endurance.β
Heβs obsessed with making you recite corrupted versions of prayers while he fucks you from behind. If you stumble over a line, he'll spanks you hard enough to leave handprints, saying βblasphemy demands correctionβ before driving in deeper.
He once took a double dose by βaccidentβ right before a planned βpurification session,β resulting in him bending and fucking you over the balcony railing of his private penthouse, he'll preach scripture about Sodom while he refuses to stop even after youβve come twice and can barely stand.
He has a ritual of wiping your thighs clean with his monogrammed handkerchief afterward, then folding it neatly and tucking it into his breast pocket like a trophy.
Later, you catch him inhaling the scent when heβs supposed to be praying.
When the Viagra keeps him painfully hard long after heβs spent, he forces you onto your knees under his desk and makes you βatone with your mouthβ while he pretends to review case files, occasionally gripping your hair and hissing that βthe fallen angel still serves the altar.β
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Since Disney's The Hunchback is turning 30, I figured Iβd combine my latest obsession with one of my old ones, because I absolutely love that movie. I thought these two would fit the roles pretty well.
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Since I've read Notre Dame de Paris aka Hunchback of Notre Dame, the characters have been dancing in my head like extras in a 1980s music video. The book was surprisingly bodice-rippery (Esmeralda's bodice is actually ripped at one point, exposing her heaving bosoms), so here, have a book canon Frollo and Esmeralda, in the style of a 1970s/80s romance cover. (@silver-whistle assisted in helping making sure the cassock was historically accurate)
Anyway, I'm fighting to get out of this art block, so expect more NDdP/HoND characters coming your way.
I was browsing for a movie to watch one light and on a lark I started watching some Disney movies, including Hunchback of Notre Dame. I saw the movie as a kid and it was one of the things that awakened my bad guy/good girl passion (although I didnt know what it was at the time, being a kid and all, lol) and watching it as an adult has made me appreciate it more. But damn if Frollo/Esmeralda isn't stuck in my head now and I've been binging on Fresme fanart and fanfics and now I'm working on a fic of my own.
Why am I such a simp for bad guys. Someone help me please.
I crossed into forbidden territory a long time ago and I'm still there. Cruel, toxic, and so wrong, mmm, my favorite. I know I'm cringe. Of course, I JUDGE myself (οΌβ£Μ_β£Μ) ahaha (no)
One of my favorite dark Disney cartoons, but not very popular, is "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" from 1996, which quite realistically depicted the injustice and cruelty of life. The cartoon is also full of beautiful music, wonderful visuals, a rich atmosphere, and colorful characters.
