#Judge Claude Frollo x reader

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Hello. Can you write yandere Frollo and female reader ? Thanks.

You are my salvation

yandere! Frollo x fem! reader

Warning: yandere behavior, obsession, exploiting religion, Frollo is his own warning, drink spiking

Summary: He was the judge and the savior at the same time, but how could he then be haunted by his demons? He was righteous... and yet he felt that he needed her to achieve his salvation. She had to become his whether she wanted to or not, she belonged to him and him alone.

info: Hello. Of course you can get this request, I hope you enjoy reading it. Thank you

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He was a judge, the city's judge.

Every day when the gavel struck and his voice echoed through the great hall, he was the one who administered justice over the inhabitants.

He was the one they had to look up to and beg for mercy with clasped hands; he was thus their god... In this earthly moment, he even stood above him, for he judged and not the power that lay in the crosses and churches.

He was simply God-given in those days, but when the sun went down and he wanted to lie down to sleep, it was his spirit that was haunted by those wretched demons.

I am free of guilt, I only judged the corrupt, he thought to himself as he tried to sooth his headaches with wine, reading the Bible that he knew by heart, tiring and almost burning down the fire in his fireplace.

But it was also on this night that the demons fled at the light of the dawn, she who also visited him, a beauty clothed in a divine white, calling to him, stretching out her arms... and he embraced her, tried to hold her close as his eyes opened at the sounds of the bustling city that woke him.

But there was one thing he knew for sure that morning: he knew who it was who had kept the demons away from him at night, whose hands had reached out to him and whose chest had nestled against his.

,,My lady, what an enlightened morning, illuminated by your presence. I hope your sleep was restful for this exhausting day?” he asked her pointedly as he passed the church orphanage as he did every morning.

He said a few prayers, left a handful of coins that were a fraction of what he earned, and let food be brought to the children. But above all, he was here for them.

The young, pretty nun of the Sisters of Notre Dame was a pretty young doe in a city of wolves.

But he, he was different, he was a judge, he would be the one to save them. ,,It was a pleasant judge Frollo...even if sleep seems to come later and later.

The poor children need me more and more,” she admitted her worries, and her gaze fell on the young boys and girls who were sitting at the table enjoying their meal.

What a helpless doe he thought as he reached out his hand, grasped hers, felt the warmth of his coldness, the same warmth as in his sleep when she had come to him.

When she had helped him, ,,Don't torment yourself too much, my dear. An angel like you shouldn't be troubled by such trifles. Please, I insist that we discuss this matter at my place,” he suggested, taking her hand more firmly and handing her a few more coins.

He saw how her gaze changed from uncertain to guilty.

A doe sees too late when the hunter approaches.

But how could she say no to the man who financed her life, whose influence protected the children of the city.

She could not resist his word that came from God, ,,Your kindness is heart-warming, if it's no trouble I would come to you today after the evening mass" she suggested and saw the nod of agreement before the robed man took his leave and walked quickly out of the home.

But she was too dazzled by his actions to ever question his gaze, his brief but hard touches.

He had often simply brought her into his prayers, they had walked around Notre Dame together.

Her knees on the wood of the bench while her gaze went up to him, waiting for the oblate he placed between her lips.

A man whose hand stroked her head every now and then during his prayer could not be a monster. He had to be a saint...a saint with the devil slumbering inside.

Frollo knew that one day she would see it, his devotion, she would see his feelings and accept him, she would submit to him.

His eyes left her form not even hours later in the early evening, to see how she spoke the commandments to the other but meaningless ones.

Responding to his words and inflicting her blood and body, he had to suppress the urge to touch her.

He would make her his soon enough, his wife, his dream, his holy Mary.

After the bells rang and the people were escorted out, it was Frollo who offered her his hand, helped her down the stairs and took her into his carriage with the words, ,,I insist, so we can get to our common cause faster".

Words of lies and truth, words she didn't know what he had in store for her.

She had no idea when she took a sip from the goblet that the sweetness of the wine was too unnatural for it to have been just the grapes.

But how could an innocent woman of sin recognise when the devil was upon her and one never accepted a wine that one had not seen being opened.

Oh such a pretty creation of heaven had no idea that under the dark robe the devil was just waiting for her to come into his arms.

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@smolchubbygoddess , @theelectricmind , @spamtonsjc

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Mea-culpa

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

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

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

Click, click, clack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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That's it... #Yolo

[frolloscumragxx78]

Frollo x Demoness Reader

Tw: Ovestimulation, lactation, begging.

(Reader is female)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

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

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

General behavior, positions, and anatomy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

kinks, turn-offs, and aftercare

Oh boy-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Foot fetish. No, I will not elaborate.

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

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

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

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Spotify Wrapped Prompts !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NewsiesAU!

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

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

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

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

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

66. Hades Prompt 🎶'Dressed to kill'🎶

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

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

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

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

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

He loves you.

How the hell did this happen!??-

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

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

No one expects a thing.

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

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

And he's all yours ^^

-But you cant tell a soul.

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

Thank you so much for participating! ^^

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In the dungeons

Judge Claude Frollo x fem!reader

Smut. I might got carried away.

You were standing in the hall of Palace of Justice, nervous and shivering. Not only it was cold there but also you never liked this place, it made you feel uneasy. Maybe it was the thought about all the people who were tortured and sentenced to cruel death in this building that caused your antipathy. In normal circumstances you would never come there but you needed to see your husband. He wasn't one of the poor prisoners - but who knows if it wouldn't be better for you. Your husband was no other than the infamous judge Claude Frollo.

Honestly, you wasn't worried when your parents decided that you should married him. Though his old age, in your opinion judge was still handsome and his authority and coldness somehow only made him more attractive to you. It was hard to decide whether you're friends were more frightened or disgusted when you told them about who's gonna be your husband but you always had a thing for older man. Well, maybe there was something wrong with you but at least you had fun.

I mean... for some time.

You shouldn't complain about your marriage. Frollo provided you safe, wealthy and comfortable life. You lived in grand mansion in Paris, without any duties, large group of servants helped you in everything and they were at your command. You could have almost anything, Claude was very lavish with you and he was willing to fulfil your every whim. He was smart, handsome, he cared about you and treated you with respect... your life was almost perfect. Except for one little detail. You felt lonely.

It sounded stupid but that's how it was. Your husband was very reserved and he rarely showed you any affection. He spent most of the time at work and when he came home, he was talking about his job. This... you could even understand. Due to the difference of age and passions between you, there was little amount of topic that interested both of you. But you talked with your friends. You always found yourself something interesting to do in your free time so you didn't need your husband to accompany you at the day. But at night - there was the problem. 

Claude didn't avoid his marital duties, he probably enjoyed them but you couldn't stand how boring and conservative your love life was. Sometimes you noticed a glimpse of desire in Frollo's eyes. You knew you were beautiful and your husband wasn't made of stone. But the bigot in him looked for sin in any pleasant activity and that's why sex between you always was so modest. And dull.

You were young and hungry for life - that's why you decided to visit your husband in work. You hoped that you'd be able to convince him to going home earlier than usual.

You knocked to the door of Frollo's office. Hearing cold "Come in", you entered the room with a bit of a worry and a bit of excitement mixed in your heart. He was sitting behind a desk, reading documents but when you came, he stopped working and looked at you surprised. 

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" Frollo asked with a note of irritation in his voice.

"I, uhmmm...." your throat became dry as you wondered what to say. Your husband had another disadvantage (though it was certainly very useful skill during interrogating prisoners): in his presence you always felt litlle and insecure, as if Claude was not your husband but an inquisitor arresting you.

(Fact that it was turning you on didn't help)

"I just wanted to see you" you finally said, immediately realizing how stupid it sounded.

Your husband raised an eyebrow.

"You saw me at morning and you would see me at evening when I come home. Is it not enough of my company for you?"

Oh God, it was bad idea. You tried frantically to find a good explanation for your visit.

"am I bothering you here?" You asked.

"No, not really" Claude steepled his hands "I simply thought you had an important reason to visit me"

You blushed. Well, this discussion was already awkward so you decided to be absolutely honest. What bad could happen? (Probably a lot of things but you didn't want to think about this now)

"So, I know this isn't the best moment to talk about this but I feel like I don't attract you"

(That wasn't actually true but it sounded better than "you're a goddamn prude and I want you to pound me as if your life depended on it")

"What?" Judge asked in a shocked tone.

"When we're together you seem so distant and cold... I understand that you have a reputation to uphold but... even when we are in bedroom-" God, you could feel your cheeks getting redder and redder "you... you don't seem interested and sometimes I feel that if we didn't spend nights together, it wouldn't make you any difference"

You felt silent, waiting for answer. Probably your husband would scold you for talking about such things in his work.

Claude looked at you, full of thoughts and inner turmoil. To say he didn't desire you was a complete lie. Since the very first moment he saw you, he thought you were incredibly beautiful and he looked forward for your wedding night. And after it, his feelings only intensified but he tried to hold back his desires and restrict his love life to make sure that he doesn't commit sin of leacherousness but the sight of you standing in front of him, blushing, made him forget about his doubts. Suddenly he had a wicked idea. If you felt that he doesn't desire you.. maybe it was a good time to show you what he fantasised about?

"I think that I can fulfill your needs" he said, getting up. "Just come with me".

You followed him, titillation and impatience seething in you, especially that you went down the stairs to the floor where prison cells and torture chambers were located.

When you entered one of the dungeons, Claude hanged the torch on a wall and locked the door.

"Why-" you wanted to ask but he interrupted you.

"I'm making sure that no one will find us. I have a reputation to uphold"

His stern voice and a little smirk on his face when he looked at you, made you shiver. Though you weren't sure whether it was a caused by fear or by excitement.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to see what I dream about when I look at you?"

You replied without hesitation.

"Yes"

"Then take off your clothes " he ordered. You blushed as you always made love in darkened room, under the sheets, but you began to take off your dress. You weren't going to disobey your husband, especially not now.

When you were finally naked, Frollo stood there for a moment in silence, eyeing you up as if he wanted to note every inch of your body in his memory. He probably still tried to hold his mask of a pious judge, but his face, his eyes, were barely hiding his desire and long tamed lust.

Finally Claude came closer and grasped your hands, then handcuffed them above your head. Position was highly uncomfortable but you didn't make a sound, wondering what would happen next. You could see a lot of different torture devices around the room (honestly you didn't even have idea how some of them worked) that only increased your fear.

You weren't able to turn your head much and see what's happening behind you, you could only hear footsteps of your husband so first lash of the whip was unexpected. You screamed loudly as ineffable pain pierced your back. You still couldn't see Claude but you had an impression that you heard a pleased gasp.

"I want you to count strikes while I'll be punishing you". And after a moment of consideration, he added "ehm, if you feel that you can't take it anymore... and you want to already stop, just say 》red《. Nothing else will stop me. Crying, groaning, whining, begging for mercy will be ignored. You understand?"

"Yes" you whispered. Your back felt as if it was in fire and you had no energy to speak but somehow... You wanted more.

"Speak louder, I can't hear you. And call me 》Your honor《. Clear?"

"Yes, your honor"

Then another strike hit you.

"Two!" You shouted, tears streamed down your face. Your voice was shaking, your back was burning, your arms ached because now you were almost hanging on them.

Another strike.

"Three!"

Now you openly started sobbing and whimpering.

"I am s-s-so sorry, your honor... I beg you, have m-mercy on me... I will d-do whatever you w-want!"

Frollo put bat aside and embraced you, with no regard for your hurt back. His one hand caressed your skin, wandering from your thighs, belly and spending longer time between your breasts. He buried his face in you hair, enjoying the  moment. After a while he rested his head on yours, pressing cruelly his body to your suffering back.

"If you're begging so desperately... I will have mercy"

He stood in front of you and freed your hands. You fell on your knees, too sore to stand.

Frollo smiled, enjoying the feeling of power that punishing people was giving him. He took of his robe and pants. Standing naked in the light of the torch made him feel uncomfortable but thought of having sex in clothes was simply unappealing for him.

He put his hand in your hair, stroking it gently.

"I'm lucky to have such obedient wife" he murmured.

You raised your head and looked up at him, with tears streaming down your face.

"Will you..." you gulped, unused to talking openly about intimate things with your husband. Ironically, you talked  about it with your friends, especially before wedding, trying to guess how your married life's gonna look like - but never with the one person it concerned. "Will you take me now... your honor?"

He crouched and took your chin if his hand.

"I thing you deserved it" Claude leaned over and kissed you. He never did it so passionately, aggresively even, before. At some point he bit your lip. You pulled of, surprised with sudden pain. You touched your lip. After seeing blood on your fingers you looked at your husband who was observing you carefully, and smiled. God, honestly you used to think about Frollo punishing you and having sex in dungeons but it felt much better than you could ever imagine. You wrapped your hands around his slender waist and sank in his lips. His hands were roaming your body, causing a pleasant shiver. You could barely breathe but you didn't want to interrupt the moment. After a moment you tried to pull Claude on the floor but he stopped you.

"No" he said standing up and grabbing your hand "there's a better place"

He led you to a massive table - or rather a rack - in the corner. As far as you were concerned, prisoner's hands and ankles were fastened to rollers on devices ends and executioner was stretching victims body until it caused excruciating pain.

"Get on it" Frollo ordered and you obediently followed his command. He began tying your hands to the rack.

"Are you gonna use it on me?" You asked jokingly but with a bit of anxiety. After all, you didn't know how far Claude wanted to take this game. Well, he told you that you can stop whenever you want and you supposed you can trust him.

"Maybe another time" he replied in a serious tone and kissed your neck, sucking on a delicate skin. Then he crawled on the top of you and stroked his member a few times until it got hard. He didn't fasten your legs to the table so you wrapped them around his hips.

"Are you ready your honor?"

He nodded with cocky smile and entered you.

It wasn't painful like the first time. For a long time it was awaited moment and you loved feeling him inside you, thrusting, feeling his warm breath on your neck and hearing quiet moans, proving that as much as he doesn't like to show this, your husband enjoys what you're doing. Usually your hands were wandering along his back, sometimes scratching it, but this time you were restrained and you could only arch your back when pleasure was too overhelming.

Finally, Claude came and fell on your body, breathing heavily. You wanted to move hair from his wet forehead but with tied hands, you could only raise your head a bit and kiss his cheek. Frollo kissed your lips and smiled.

"I love you, y/n. You know it right?" He said and you felt surprised. Of course, he was your husband but Claude rather avoided talking about feelings so you had to guess if he has any affection for you. This confession made your heart warm.

"I know, Claude, I know" you smiled. "And by the way, we need to do it more often"

[seaslugfanclub]

Disneys Sleepiest Soldier

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

Holy shit, they were exhausted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait a minute….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kom igen… var är de?”

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

“Aha! Oh, finally!!”

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

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

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

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

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

….eh, it’s probably pity.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And yet…

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

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

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

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

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

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

“dors bien et fais de beaux rêves..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anyway, enjoy!

[maluustrawberry]

Undesirable encounter

(Claude Frollo X Female reader)

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

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

Part.2 (Final)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End...

[montimer]

Claude Frollo x Knight!reader

Gn!reader, oneshot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was a blushing mess at this point.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[svaints]

[blueninjablade3]

Blueninjablade3’s Masterlist (So far)

Frollo

Affection Headcanons

Yandere Alphabet

How he reacts to you off handily calling him your husband

How they are with their S/O on their period

Frollo with a Badass Women

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

How I think the Disney Villains celebrate Christmas!

How Do The Disney Men React to it being your birthday!

Jafar

Affection Headcanons

Yandere Alphabet

How Jafar deals with his S/O being sad

How he reacts to you offhandedly calling him your husband

How they are with their S/O on their period

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

How Do The Disney Men React to it being your birthday!

Hades

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

Yandere Alphabet

How he reacts to you off handily calling him your husband

How they are with their S/O on their period

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

How Do The Disney Men React to it being your birthday!

Hook

Affection Headcanons

Yandere Alphabet

How he reacts to you off handily calling him your husband

Romantic headcanons

How they are with their S/O on their period

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

How I think the Disney Villains celebrate Christmas!

For Once I’ll Thank The Croc

Not even time could heal it...

Basil Of Baker St

Yandere Headcanons

Basil of Baker St wedding/ proposal headcanons

How they are with their S/O on their period

Ratigan

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

Ratigan helping his S/O sleep

Clayton

How he reacts to you off handily calling him your husband

How they are with their S/O on their period

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

How Do The Disney Men React to it being your birthday!

McLeach

How they are with their S/O on their period

Alameda Slim

How they are with their S/O on their period

How I think Disney Villains celebrate Christmas

How Do The Disney Men React to it being your birthday!

Cruella Devil

How I think the Disney Villains celebrate Christmas!

[frolloscumragxx78]

Frollo smut headcanons <3

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

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

He has a mommy/daddy/master kink

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

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

Spit on him and he'll lose his mind.

He likes being fondled with in public.

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

He isn't big on masterbaution

Hair pulling >>>

[knoepfl]

~The Devil's Jester~

Characters: Clopin Trouillefou, Reader (Evil Jester), Judge Claude Frollo 

Trigger Warnings: Emotional manipulation, distrust, morally gray dynamics. 

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Summary:

As Topsy Turvy Day unfolds, Reader—Frollo’s obedient and enigmatic jester—meets Clopin Trouillefou. Suspicion, intrigue, and dangerous sparks fly between the two, leaving Reader questioning her role as Frollo’s most loyal pawn. 

Words: 1157

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The raucous streets of Paris were a blur of color, music, and laughter, a stark contrast to the weight you carried under your jester’s motley. Bells jingled with every step you took, not to signal merriment but to warn others of your presence. Everyone knew what you were—Judge Frollo’s jester, bound to his will, more an agent of order than joy. 

Your painted smile betrayed none of the wariness you felt as you moved through the festival. The scent of roasting meat and spiced wine filled the air, and the drunken crowd danced around you like waves crashing on a shore. But amidst the noise and laughter, whispers followed wherever you went. You heard the murmurs:  “There goes Frollo’s little puppet.”  “Watch her. She’s trouble.” 

You ignored them, as you always did. You weren’t here for fun; you were here because Frollo commanded it. His orders were simple—watch the festivities, observe the gypsies, and report back. But simple tasks had a way of becoming complicated, especially during Topsy Turvy Day. 

Your gaze drifted toward the center of the square, where performers juggled fire and acrobats flipped through the air. And there, among the swirling chaos, stood the man you were supposed to be watching: Clopin Trouillefou. 

He was unmistakable, his vibrant costume as loud as his laughter, a mask perched jauntily over his face. He conducted the festivities as if he were both king and court fool, his voice carrying over the crowd with ease. For a moment, you forgot yourself, mesmerized by the way he moved, the way he commanded attention without effort. 

He saw you before you could slip back into the crowd. His sharp gaze locked onto yours, and a grin spread across his face—a grin that was both charming and dangerous. He made his way toward you with the easy grace of someone who feared nothing. 

“Well, well,” he said, stopping just close enough that you could smell the faint scent of wine on his breath. “Look who decided to join the festivities. Frollo’s jester, out of her cage. Tell me, little puppet, are you here to dance, or are you here to spy?”

You tilted your head, letting your painted smile stretch a little wider. “Can’t I do both?” 

Clopin’s laugh was warm, but there was something sharp beneath it, like a knife hidden in silk. “Ah, a multitasker. How delightful.” He leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Tell me, does Frollo know you’re here? Or are you out causing trouble on your own?”

Your heart quickened—not from fear, but from the strange thrill of being seen, truly seen, by someone like Clopin. No one ever looked at you like that, not even Frollo. To him, you were a tool, a weapon to be used and discarded. But Clopin’s gaze was different. It was playful, yes, but also curious, as if he were trying to solve a puzzle only he could see.

“I don’t cause trouble,” you said softly, your voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd. “I follow orders.”

Clopin’s grin faltered for just a moment, replaced by something like pity. “And what a dull life that must be,” he murmured. 

For a moment, you considered telling him the truth—that your life wasn’t dull, but safe. Frollo’s commands gave you structure, purpose. Without them, you were... lost. But you didn’t say any of that. Instead, you shrugged, the bells on your costume jingling with the movement. “It’s not so bad.”

Clopin studied you for a long moment, his gaze flickering over your face as if trying to peel back the layers of paint and pretense. “You’re lying,” he said, not unkindly. “But that’s all right. We all lie to ourselves, now and then.”

Before you could respond, he reached out and tapped the tip of your nose with a gloved finger, the gesture light and playful. “Come, little jester. Let’s see if we can teach you how to dance.”

He spun away, beckoning you to follow, and without thinking, you did. The crowd closed in around you as Clopin led you through the festival, weaving between dancers and acrobats with practiced ease. He twirled you once, twice, and though you stumbled, he caught you with a laugh that felt like sunshine breaking through a storm.

For the first time in years, you let yourself laugh too—really laugh, not the forced, hollow sound Frollo demanded. It was strange and exhilarating, like taking a breath after being underwater for too long.

“See?” Clopin said, his grin wide and infectious. “Not so bad, is it?”

You shook your head, breathless. “No... it’s not.”

The night wore on, and the festival became a blur of music and color. You danced with Clopin until your feet ached, forgetting, for a little while, who you were and what you were supposed to be. But as the bells of Notre Dame tolled midnight, reality crept back in, cold and unforgiving.

Clopin seemed to sense the shift in you. His expression sobered, though his eyes still sparkled with mischief. “So, what will it be, little jester?” he asked quietly. “Will you run back to your master and tell him everything? Or will you stay and dance with us?”

It was a simple question, but the answer felt impossible. You wanted to stay—God, how you wanted to. But you knew that staying meant more than just dancing. It meant defying Frollo, breaking free of the chains he had wrapped around your soul. 

“I can’t,” you whispered, the words tasting like ash on your tongue. 

Clopin’s gaze softened, and for the first time, his smile was sad. “There’s always a choice,” he said gently. “You just have to be brave enough to make it.”

You wanted to believe him. But the weight of Frollo’s control was too heavy, and the fear of what would happen if you disobeyed too great. You shook your head, stepping back, the bells on your costume jingling softly in the night air.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. 

Clopin gave you a long, searching look, as if trying to memorize every detail of your face. Then he smiled—a quiet, understanding smile that made your heart ache. “Maybe next time,” he said softly.

And with that, he turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing alone in the square as the festival began to fade.

You watched him go, a strange mix of regret and longing swirling in your chest. You knew you would return to Frollo, just as you always did. But for the first time, the thought of obeying him felt like a prison sentence.

As you made your way back to Frollo’s chambers, the bells of Notre Dame tolled once more, their somber notes echoing through the empty streets. And with every step you took, Clopin’s words followed you, haunting you like a whisper in the dark.

There’s always a choice. You just have to be brave enough to take it.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! If you have feedback, want a second part or requests for future fanfics, feel free to tell me!

[blehblehhhhhh]

50 likes is close enough

I hear there’s this thing called a digital footprint…

[dreamy-emi]

My snail pace of yandere young Frollo x female reader teaser fic~!

(wheres young Frollo gif at???)

You tried to look for work…except you got rejected. Again.

You sighed in defeat. How are you going to survive here, in this new life?

You slumped down onto nearby steps, feeling defeated when someone approaches you. You look up to see the judge looking down on you.

“Dear girl, you look like you haven’t eaten properly. Do you have some money?” he asked. You shake your head slowly.

“I understand how you feel. Running away from home can be hard.” he spoke as he knelt down to your level. “Unlike a certain someone, who has everything fed to him by hand.” Claude rolled his eyes when his mind showed his dumb little brother, Jehan grinning at him and he took his bag of coins, hands it over to you. “Here, buy yourself some bread.”

You blinked your eyes a few times before you spoke. “Umm…is this too much?” you hesitated to accept his bag. You remembered how rude he was to you the other day he saved you. Of course you’re going to feel uneasy at his offer.

“No, I am a righteous man. My purpose in this world was to help the weak and helpless people like you, dear (Y/n).” He gestures to you to accept it and you take it with a forced smile. “It’s my duty to lead anyone to the path of God and save you from commiting a sin.” He added, his eyes slowly averted on your breasts.

You noticed his glance and quickly brought your left hand to cover yourself. “Thank you, Your Honor. I…appreciate your help.” You can feel your face reddened and quickly get up to your feet, which he does the same. “Err…I will…buy some b–bread and…you know…” you stuttered as you tried to walk away from his gaze.

“Ah!” you yelped in surprise as he suddenly gripped one of your arms and dragged you to the nearest dark alley, so nobody could see you both.

“W–What are you doing?!” you yelped as Claude hugged you from the back, trapping you. “Frollo, I swear to God–!!”

Your words cut short as you felt his warm breath fanning against your neck. He grabbed both of your arms and your face was red as he spoke. “You look so beautiful, my dear.” Claude trailed off as he slid one of his arms to hold you closer. “You’re different from everyone around here, as if…you were not from this world.” You felt your heart stop for a moment when he did the unthinkable.

He sniffs your neck.

‘It smells nice…’, he thought to himself as he kissed it a few times. You shuddered in disgust and struggled to let go. “S–Stop…” you weakly said as you’re trying to pry his arms away. “Frollo, please…no…” Claude ignored your pleas, “You took my money, so I should have something in return, no?” He muttered as he kept inhaling your scent, caressing your stomach and whispering to your ear, “If you’re my wife, I’ll make sure you’re well-fed…figuratively.”

…Did I mention he was sexually repressed? So much of being celibate.

Your stomach churned, “Your Honor, please…” you begged as you furrowed your brows, hoping he would listen. “People might see us…” you tried to pry yourself away from him again. Claude groaned in annoyance before he rolled his eyes, lightly nibbling your earlobe before letting you go. You immediately backed away a few distances from him.

He crossed his arms with a frown, “Playing hard, I suppose.” The judge pointed out as he walked, circling around you. “Look at you, a beauty that’s so rare to see here. Can’t you blame me?” Claude stopped his tracks, smirking slightly as he stared at your breasts, humming on how beautiful it looks. He thoughts that those ample bosom will look so delicious if has milk—

“Your Honor, please...” You rubbed your neck, feeling uncomfortable. The audacity of this man… “I come here to find work to support myself.” you replied with the most confident look you could muster. “And my eyes up here.” You noticed he was staring at your chest.

Claude clicked his tongue as his eyes met yours. “Harlot. Such a bewitching form.” He called you names and scoffed as he clasped his hands together. “How can a girl like you find a job here, let alone survive on these streets? How naïve of you, dear (Y/n).” He came closer to you and grabbed your chin, lifting your head up to meet him. “I could offer you one, but I’m not sure if you want it…” His eyes were hooded with a devilish smile, waiting for your answer.

If you were a big fan of his, you would melt down to your knees because his voice is deep and hypnotizing. Not to mention how tall he is, towering everyone in this city. But he was an intimidating figure and massive creep in the movies, you grab his hand, yanking it away. “I’m not interested. I’m sure it might have something to do with that action of yours just now.” You narrowed your eyes in anger and Claude was slightly livid.

“You look so pretty, of course I couldn’t resist! You dirty whore!” He shouted as you began to walk away from him. “I hope that the Lord will give you the misfortune that you deserve!” Claude snarled and clenched his hands into fists.

“Then, I will give this back to you! I’d rather starve!” You turned around, fished the bag out of your pocket and threw it at him, landing at his feet. “I don’t want a creep like you helping me anymore!” you yelled and ran off.

He gasped in disappointment when he saw you throwing away his bag and he gritted his teeth in anger. “Just you wait, woman! You’ll be mine in no time…!” he promised to himself, collecting his bag and storming back to his place, fuming.

I will put a link at here if I manage to finish it!

[seaslugfanclub]

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

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

Hook: May I try to “rizz you up”?

(Y/N): Sure?

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

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

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

Clayton: I’m trying to.

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

Clayton: WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP—

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

Gaston: Red. No, Green.

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

Gaston: I fucked up it’s yellow

*Frollo freaking out for no reason*

(Y/N): Daddy chill

Frollo:….What the hell is even that!?

Hans: I have done nothing wrong, ever.

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

Rourke: *explaining the horrors he witnessed in WWI*

(Y/N): Today I saw a balloon