#Comte de Reynaud

[eloisyw8]

Besides the Spider-Man movies (e.g. Spider-Man 2 & Spider-Man: No Way Home), what’s your favorite Alfred Molina movie? Draw your answer to proof it. 😊 I can’t wait to see it!

well besides spiderman movies, i haven't actually really watch much of his other movies, but i do know the characters. Stephen's probably gonna be my fav, alongside hugh. But i felt like drawing comte, so he's here ^^

[verysmolnerd]

You know what? Frik it!!! Some characters are getting booped!! By you!! 🐾🐾🐾

Otto Octavius:

He wasn’t expecting it one bit. He was hard at work and this attack came out of nowhere!

You had caught him overworking so many times, you’ve lost count at this point!

So, when it comes to dragging him away from the desk, you’ve gotten more creative.

There are times where you have lured him away by using your newlywed charm, and then there are times when it’s absolutely bonkers.

You’ve pulled him away with his spinny chair, you’ve even pulled it out from under him.

It gets a laugh out of him every time. Why? Because it shows him how much you care. When he loses track of time, you’re there to remind him.

He sometimes gets excited when he notices what time it is. Because it’s time for your mischief again.

You walked up to his chair and rested a hand on his broad shoulder.

“Hello, my dear. How are-“

You booped him right on his crooked nose. 🐾

What was once a look of adoration turned to one of shock. His eyes are wide and mouths agape; he couldn’t make heads or tails of it!

In fact, the piece of machinery that was in his hand fell to the table.

With the power of the boop, You powered off Otto. Cute and absolutely priceless.

Doc Ock:

How many times must he bolt the entrances down?! It seems like you’re always finding ways in here!!

He seems to close off one exit, and then he turns around to see you -his loving partner who’s more stubborn than they should be- arms open ready to embrace him.

You love him far too much, and he can’t take it at times. He’s no longer in control of his body, his free will is gone. He’s a slave to his own creation.

And yet.. you’re still there, for kisses, for comfort… it’s amazing, gobsmacking even. To have someone who will show him the light when he’s stuck in the darkest pits.

Regardless, he’s working nonstop: welding, wiring, or stealing; Doctor Octopus has been always working. Never resting.

He was placing another one of the components for his containment chamber when he heard a crashing noise.

He huffs when he sees that you had fallen out of the air vents. Scabs, dust, and dirt littered your face; but still a smile grazes your features.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you are quick to rise to your feet.

“For the last time. Get out-“

Boop attack!! 🐾🐾

The arms stop whatever they are doing and fall to the ground, limp.

They soon rise up and become docile for a brief moment. Chirping, nearing you.

And Otto? He’s in shock.

He looks at you with an aghast smile appearing on his face as you both discovered a way to fight the actuator’s influences.

The power of the boop. In the palm of your hand.

Maxim Horvath:

You were practicing alongside him. As per usual, he’s showing that tough love you’re so “ever” fond of.

It’s not like you hate training, it’s just that it gets tedious at times and there’s no banter between the two of you.

When you preform a spell correctly, you hear his huff of approval. Yep. That’s your indication.

When it’s time for a break you sit across from him in the fanciest chairs known to man. He has style, you’ll give him that.

He has a critical eye, reading a person is almost second nature to him. He’s been a live for a thousand years, after all.

Nothing seems to catch him off guard anymore, well, you don’t think anything ever did… until later in the evening.

It’s your turn to cook, despite his protests…. So when he took back the stove using magic, you weren’t surprised.

So, you had your own trick up your sleeve as you slowly approach him.

“Whatever you’re trying, I suggest you stop. It’s not going to work-“

Beep bap! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

You laugh at his shocked expression…. But then you start running when the furniture starts floating and is launched at you.

Snidley Whiplash:

With all the criminals piling into the bank, you would think that you’d be shaking in your boots… you’re not.

It’s Snidely and his hang you can see the top hat set atop his proud head as his incompetent criminals part like the sea.

“Give us your money and all of your gold.”

You roll your eyes despite the shouting you’re getting from your boss.

“Or what? You’ll drop an anvil on me?”

An array of clicks could be heard from all the pistols.

“Or we’ll shoot you!”

You can’t even count how many gun muzzles are pointed directly at your head.

Snidely looms over the counter, while you swat away your boss. Silently urging them to call the police. They run away, covering the ulterior motive by saying, “You’re on your own!”

“Hoo hoo,” you almost laugh from his stupid cackle. So you decide to lean forward, challenging him instead.

Snidely starts to lean back, unsure of what you’re planning.

“You think you can oppose, Snidely k Whiplash. Well, thing agai-“

You’ve been hit by🐾🐾 you’ve been struck by🐾🐾a boop criminal!

A blush adorns his face, as does the blinding police sirens outside.

He has heart eyes locked on you while he’s being pushed inside the squad car.

Hugh Weldon:

He had taken you star gazing. A common date, but a lovely one nonetheless.

You happily sit on the blanket while he excitedly tells you everything about the constellations he could see.

You felt like you could be his best student if you weren’t dating. Seeing him smile feels like your lifelong mission… and who are you to deny him of such happiness?

He had draped his coat over your shoulders, smiling with how it essentially swallowed you.

But now, you find that his ways of showing affection are short and sweet while dates are long and romantic. Cute.

He kissed you right before he went to view the stars, leaving you wanting more. So you swore for revenge.

So when he sat next to you, the trap was set.

When he opened his mouth, you got ready to strike.

“I think I saw the Orion constellation-“

He just triggered a boop attack!! 🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾

He laughs and allows you to attack him with kisses as well.

You got him back, in the best way.

Comte de Reynaud:

The spring festival is in full swing, and you couldn’t help but notice that the Comte was watching from afar.

You don’t know why it s a shock to you considering that he’s there every single year after his wife left him.

He always looks so gloomy or cold and calculating. Always looking out for his people, never for himself.

Well, it’s about time someone looked out for him.

You made your way over to him, and you find that his demeanor is a tad bit different. He looks uplifting, like he had a sudden change of heart.

And you’re especially shocked when he asks, “May I have this dance?”

He’s not light on his feet, however, when the music slows…. That’s a different story.

He holds you like a man deeply in love and you couldn’t help, but wonder what caused this change.

When the songs softly decrescendo to an end, he pulls you closer.

“I believe that I-“ he stops himself.

Oh hell no! Boop for answers! 🐾🐾

His eyes flutter as he finishes his sentence, “I love you.”

That passionate look in his eyes was the last thing you saw before he claimed your lips…. And your heart.

Kostya:

The landowner makes frequent visits to your humble shop. You find that he does a lot of the manual work himself alongside others.

You know he likes you, by the way he gazes at you from across your shop. Some of the people who work here as well can see the adoration in his eyes. It’s as clear as day.

However, the shy landowner is famously known for holding his own words. Dying with his own verbal desires.

So, if you wanted anything to do with him, it would be on your own accord. You’d make the first move.

It seems like all the patrons are rooting for you as well, as you tap your fingers on your counter; thinking on what to do.

So when he enters the shop the same time he always does, you’re quick to accompany him; offering your help.

Rather than wanting anything, he takes the opportunity to talk to you. He’s very flustered when he admits it.

Honestly, he’s just a flustered mess to begin with.

“I’m sorry, I-“

Take that! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

His mouth is agape and it seems his flushed expression spread to you.

He quickly composes himself and asks you out on a date. That was his plan after all.

The boops brought him out of his shell.

Armand Gamache:

Reading together in the evenings is a common occurrence between you two.

You sit on his lap while he’s facing the fireplace. Three Pines is a cold and grueling place, but when you’re together, the freezing temperatures don’t appear to be all that bitter.

You’re cuddled right up next to him as he reads the page, pausing for you to read as well.

He had chosen another book about escapism. You’ve read so many with him that you don’t remember the names of the books, just the plot.

You don’t mind at all, you wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. Because normally, it ends up being a de-stressor for the both of you.

However, you were feeling a bit of mischief tonight. You’re always antsy when you’re plotting a scheme, he knows it all too well.

“What are you planning?”

And it was at that moment… he got booped. 🐾

He arches a brow, not sure what to make of this at first.

But then he marks the page he left off in and tightened his embrace on you. Peppering you with kisses until you couldn’t breathe.

Then he boops you as well, making you burst out in laughter.

It seems he has a few tricks of his sleeve as well.

[bloodycotton]

Day eight and this has been ETERNAL. But im loving it.

Prompts by: @raven-cincaide-words

(English is NOT my first language.)

Day 8.- Farmers Market.

Comte de Reynaud (Chocolat 2000) x Fem!reader

Part 1 - Part 2

The farmers' market in the small French village was something Comte de Reynaud was proud of, the harvests were always beautiful and large, the bright colours of the vegetables, fruits and flowers always lifted his spirits. 

Today, however, he was not in a good mood, and it showed on his face, especially in his frown, as he walked among the stalls. 

The stalls were located in front of the church that the Comte frequented, and after his prayers he went for a stroll and came across the farmers' market. 

He passed many stalls, chatting with the people who served them, and in the distance he saw a new stall displaying fruit, colourful and bright, apples of various colours and oranges that he did not doubt were exceptionally sweet. 

So with long, but precise steps, he approached, the young woman tending the stall was handing a bag of oranges to an elderly woman with a big, bright smile, she was dressed lightly, befitting the warm weather that fell over the town.

The Comte took a deep breath, smelling the scent of oranges and apples, sweet and refreshing, his chocolate eyes never left her when she was busy making the transaction, observing her appearance, she was younger than him, a little shorter and more cheerful. 

And he could not deny himself, but suddenly the collar of his shirt became tighter than usual. 

The Comte de Reynaud could not help but be captivated by the friendly and welcoming smile of the young woman tending the stall, even if he denied it to himself, his hands sweated slightly at the sight of her.

But within seconds his serious, stoic expression returned, clearing his throat sonorously to get her attention.

The young woman's eyes lifted to meet his, and her smile didn't fade a bit as their gazes met. 

"Good morning, Comte" You greeted him, in a soft voice that felt like a balm on his soul and seemed to gently caress his ears, it was calm, as if he didn't have a care in the world. 

He knew her, she was the youngest daughter of a farmer on the outskirts of the village, who had a large orchard full of fruit trees, especially apples and oranges. 

"It's good to see you again, we never see you in church" He said in his usual preachy voice, deep and a little irritated, trying to hide the way his stomach churned at the sight of her, but unconsciously his shoulders relaxed, perhaps it was the mix of sweet smells and the temperature of the place. 

The young woman laughed lightly, the sound resembling the chimes of the village church, sweet and clear, and the Comte felt his pulse quicken slightly.

"I, too, am glad to see you again, not that I don't want to go to church Comte, but you know how things are, there is always a chore to be done." She replied, with that smile still on her face, a smile that in his opinion was far more beautiful and sacred than that of any saint.

Meanwhile, she took an orange and with a knife split it in half, offering one half to the man. 

Comte looked at the half orange she offered him. The softness of her smile tempted him to take a bite of the orange, but his sense of shame and reproach made him hesitate, feeling like a young man. 

"No need," he said, though a small part of him wanted to taste the half-orange she was so kindly offering him. 

The young woman laughed softly at his response, not letting herself be discouraged in her efforts to get him to take the orange, even lightly shaking the fruit in her hand, with a small hint of mischief.

"Come on, I know you want it." She said, her smile as tempting as sin itself.

Yes, he did want her.

[plush4bunny]

⚠️cw: flashing lights (transition), blood

“Y/n, I’m happy to inform you that Roux confessed to assaulting you all those months ago,” he says calmly but with Hell’s fire burning in his eyes “This rat dared to hide, but I found him,” he informs you as his hand comes to smack the bleeding man over his head, making a painfilled groan escape the lithe male.

“Paul…” you approach him slowly “What will you do with him?”

He smirks and pulls out from his black-as-night jacket a gun “He shall smite the wicked and plunge them into the fiery pit,” he practically purrs as he looks at you.

- scene from @chrism02’s suspenseful Comte De Reynaud x reader fanfic called “Heaven’s Light”

➡️ illustrations used in the video edit:

[writingkitten]

Hi there, asking as anon cuz I'm shy😔

Buttttt, do you know that Comte de Reynaud (the mayor) is actually the parish priest👀 in the original novel.

...imagine Alfred Molina's Comte but instead of the mayor, he's a priest 🙇

I mean, I'm quite disappointed with the movie ONLY because I thought he could pull off (or it's better) if the character was retained and hes Father✨ Reynaud🫣

WHAT

WHAT

WHAT

YOU MEAN TO TELL ME WE COULDVE HAD ANOTHER MOLINA!RELIGIOUS FIGURE?????

Oh this changes everything. Comte giving in to his lust, licking offf melted chocolate from the reader while wearing the whole outfit, quoting scripture while he punishes the reader for being a “sinner”

Fuck me

[my0favorite0art]

CurbItKirby Masterlist A.2

Masterlist A.1

Masterlist B (OCs w Molina face-claim)

A masterlist of @curbitkirby's Alfred Molina character fics. The masterlist had to be split into parts due to tumblr's link limit. The lists are sorted alphabetically by character, if you can't find what you're looking for check the other lists!

Note: up to date as of May 28, 2024

Konstantin “Kostya” Dmitrievich Levin

Sexworker!Reader bathing soft 

Former!Sexworker!Reader rough sex thigh riding choking biting kink 

angst p.1 

angst p.2 

jealousy light angst drabble 

Dom!Reader human furniture collars angst 

Former!Sexworker!Reader honeymoon sex 

Dom!Reader crossdressing object insertion 

slut shaming jealousy angst 

Virgin!Kostya Dom!Reader orgasm denial begging 

Reader gives Kitty to Kostya dubcon bondage

femdom dom-drop drabble

femdom mistress!reader

Rose!Kostya x Jack!Reader Titanic AU p.1

Chandler Manning

chandler dubcon drabble

Ricardo Morales

sub/dom workplace sex

jealous workplace sex

Reader convincing Ricardo to take a break 

lingerie kink sex anal play  

Undercover!Morales and Biker!Reader 

I don't think this is proper police procedure

Ricardo gives you a stamp of approval

Ricardo punishes reader drabble

Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

breeding kink

hate fucking

Otto brings Reader apology flowers 

Super!Reader choking dirty-talk 

Super!Reader groping dirty-talk angst 

Reader titfucking Otto drabble 

gentle Otto comforts Reader not ready for sex 

Otto eating out Reader overstimulation 

Otto fucking Reader overstimulation 

Comte De Reynaud

hate sex slut shaming face slapping 

slut shaming face riding choking kink face slapping angst 

Housewife!Reader loving sex 

Comte hungry for pussy 

Boss!Comte eats Reader out workplace sex 

knife kink argument 

Pregnant!Housewife!Reader angst falling out 

Comte lusting Reader drabble

Jekyll-Hyde!Comte dubcon sadism

Comte Caroline angst

Edy Rodriguez

edging belt leather kink 

santa kink object insertion 

Thief!Edy dubcon drabble 

Thief!Edy dubcon somnophilia

That's not the real santa Tiny!Reader Thief!Edy

Hank Spallone

Janitor!Hank x Teacher!Reader p.1

Janitor!Hank x Teacher!Reader p.2

Janitor!Hank x Teacher!Reader p.3

Janitor!Hank x Teacher!Reader p.4

Hugh Weldon

Dom!Reader face slapping crossdressing masturbation

non-discussed somnophilia wake-up blowjob 

breeding kink 

Dom!Reader pegging 

Dom!Reader puppy play edging 

exhibitionism watching a meteor shower fluff 

Paul Weller

tender sex throat fucking size kink 

College!reader light angst

[yezzbub]

Picture of angy comte de reynaud for attention???!!

Okay bow that I have your attention, here's my question:

Is there any Alfred Molina character that you think can plead an insanity claim in court??? If u can and want, u can also give me a brief answer as to why you thought so😆

[illiana-mystery]

Oui oui, Comte.

[cipherhunter]

#the blissfully frenzied unraveling of reynaud's sanctimonious worldview as soon as that speck of chocolate hit his lips #liberating himself from his self-imposed shackles... such an iconic scene #whenever i indulge in too much chocolate i think of him 💖 #morally righteous characters who come face to face with what they perceive to be a corrupting force #where the more they try to oppose it #the more it reels them in; slowly but surely; until they finally yield #letting the catharsis of it all consume them in one fell swoop #gotta be one of my favourite genres

Alfred Molina as Comte de Reynaud in Chocolat (2000) bonus:

[mimiscappinisideblog]

Stuff

[elwolfen]

Alfred Molinathon Day 22

Chocolat (2000)

Comte de Reynaud

His Role: TBAdded

The Rest of the Movie: TBAdded

I'm going to be leaving them blank for right now and edit to add more later! It's a bit difficult for me to watch and then write something every day! Doesn't help that I'm behind... so sorry! I wouldn't reblog these until there's something more palatable...

[heythereimashley]

More from behind the scenes of Chocolat

[verysmolnerd]

Meeting Comte de Reynaud on holiday

Although he is the mayor of lansquenet, he was urged to take a break by Caroline. He was so wound up for so long that it would be ideal for him to travel and loosen up.

Visiting Bruges was on your bucket list for so long. It was one of the best places to visit in Belgium.

You ended up walking into someone when visiting the Basilica of the Holy Blood. Little did you know that it was the Comte.

You apologize and it ends up turning into small talk. Mainly about the weather and the location, but his smile urged you to stay.

So you ended up accompanying him around the touristy part of Bruges.

Sampling chocolates, viewing churches, and admiring the scenery. It's nice and comfortable.

After a while the conversations get more personal and you start to talk about your goals land how your life is currently going.

You find that the Comte leads a long legacy that he was meant to bear his title with pride and also continue it.

However, by how restrained he talked about his duties. he's essentially being buried alive by upholding the expectations and the heavy workload.

Not to mention, his previous wife had left him to experience the fruits and labor of the world by herself.

Which in turn makes the Comte overwhelmed and the worst kind go chaotic blend of being sexually repressed and frustrated.

You on the other hand, have been roaming world without knowing who you want to be. You've been burned badly by your past partners and you feedlots.

A match made in heaven. (or hell depending on how you feel about it)

Regardless, the feeling are there and very strong. It's mutual too, The Comte -whom you soon come to find out prefers you to call him Paul- is a lot softer towards you and more gentle.

However, he always carries an air of professionalism. As if the very people that are in his town are there, silently watching and waiting for him to subdue to comfort.

You both know that a fling with harm yourselves more than what you want, and giving in to each other is far too great of a risk despite what your hearts yearn for.

So, you both start to put the relationship you both have to a test. You spend the rest of your time with Paul, and it's lovely, as expected.

The man is a huge gentleman and sweetheart. It makes you wonder why his first wife had left him so easily.

The trip comes and goes and you exchange addresses to be pen pals over the coming months. He had a life to return to and you still have to find yours.

As time does, it passes on and you start to pick up the shards of your shattered life with the guidance of Paul.

Then you both soon find you that he and you are two sides of the same coin. Lost, looking for someone when the lives you both uphold are complicated. As all lives are.

So, you take the greatest risk of all. Moving to the little French town and start a life there. A life potentially with Paul.

And when he found out, he knew it was time.

Time to stop hiding in his past. Time to stop living under his legacy's shadow.

You both came into the light of your own lives and bask within its warm rays.

You hold hands in the town square as you talk to him about your future together.

[bloodycotton]

Day ten and I'm collapsing, but hell's kitchen and Gordon Ramsay yelling "Fucking donkey" is making me keeping it together

Prompts by: @raven-cincaide-words

(English is NOT my first language)

Day 10.- Little Touches

Comte de Reynaud (Chocolat, 2000) x Fem!reader

Part 1 - Part 2

He wanted her, he couldn't deny it, even if he did it every day. 

The Comte fought with himself to take that half-orange from your hands, he thought of how juicy, sweet and refreshing she could be on his lips, but the very thought made him recoil. 

Of course, he wanted her, he wanted that smile, he wanted more of that soft voice, he wanted all her sweetness. But he was a man of the Church, he had responsibilities, responsibilities that the young woman in front of him seemed to question every time she opened her mouth.

You shook the fruit again at her refusal. "Don't deny yourself the pleasure of a good fruit, eating is not a sin."

Slowly, without even realizing it, he took the half orange carefully, his fingers lightly touched the young woman's hand, her skin warm from the work. 

The Comte's skin tingled every time he touched yours, it made him feel like a young boy again, and he was always nervous in her presence, his shoulders stiff and his back straight.

You never lost your smile not even for a second, looking at him with sharp, almost piercing eyes that bared his soul, he felt he was vulnerable under those eyes that seemed to see right through him, feeling naked and exposed. 

Each of your gazes felt like a touch, sliding over his skin like a slow caress, and with each one he was tempted to abandon everything, his morals, his reputation, even his faith. 

When the Comte hesitantly took the fruit into his mouth, his teeth sank into the orange pulp and the juice filled his mouth with an acidic sweetness that awakened his senses in a way he had been denying and depriving himself for a long time. 

He hadn't even realised when he had closed his eyes, but when he finally opened them, he found himself looking at you, your smile lighting up your face. It was as if you had been enjoying that moment too, silently sharing his joy. 

But as the pleasure of the sweet taste of the fruit faded, guilt washed over him, each bite feeling like an act of betrayal, a sin that took him away from the righteous life he had lived.

That night, as the moon lit up the village, the Comte found himself in the church, the candles flickering in the gloom, barely illuminating the statue of Christ to which he prayed. He knelt, his hands clasped in supplication. "God," he murmured, his voice trembling, looking up, "Give me the strength to resist these temptations. She... She makes me weak."

He closed his eyes, fighting the desire you had unleashed in him. In his mind, the image of your face and your laughter intertwined with the sweetness of the fruit, and he felt like he was losing control he so diligently worked for. "Help me to stand firm," he pleaded, "not to be seduced by what I can't have."

He couldn't let himself be carried away by her, by her sweetness, or by her little touches that made him lose his way. 

[plush4bunny]

The sun is warming his skin as it shines through the window. He doesn’t pay any mind to the breathtaking view offered by the top floor of the building. He is solely focused on his rosary, fingering the beads as he prays but his thoughts don’t become restful as they did before

- scene from @chrism02's 1st chapter in their gripping Comte De Reynaud x reader fanfic called "Heaven's Light"

[writingkitten]

Because I'm always curious about the repressed tall croissant 😀

TBD (Comte)

REPRESSED CROISSANT IM DYING LMAOOOO

‘Comte couldn’t blame you, no. You had no clue what you were doing to him. You barely even knew him, only having moved to this town a month prior. And yet your presence, the joy you radiated, your smile… it all hooked him in from the moment he met you. You were so well-mannered, leaving Comte to imagine what your sweet little self looked like under his tongue-

No, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut as his prayers became louder.’