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Idk why, just wanna post this (tumblr is my safe place), may delete later

Love chatGPT

The chat started just because I wanted to understand the differences between "Judge" and "Minister of Justice" more (Im dump and English is not my first language) . And I got carried away...

My question:

ChatGPT's answer:

(I did not paint this. It's just an edit)

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We saw Silco throwing a Molotov cocktail in one scene of episode 5...

Credits: @piltov

What if he came across Felicia and her husband under attack by enforcers and, in a moment of panic, decided to intervene using the experimental cocktail he had been developing? Believing it would neutralize the enforcers, he threw it with hope but the blast was far stronger than expected. The explosion killed not only the Enforcers but also Felicia and her husband, leaving him horrified by the unintended devastation, until then Vander arrived, enraged about what he witnessed and mindlessly tried to kill Silco. Vander said no violence and because of this, Silco had to suffer the consequences.

Like Powder... He only wanted to help and accidentally killed who he considered close friends / family

Edit: Look at them, the way her eyes are open. It doesn’t seem like they were shot. To me, it looks like she was facing something unexpected, something that shocked her, like an explosion. And see the smoke around them? The entire bridge was burning and smoldering, yes, but there was smoke rising directly from their bodies. I’m almost certain Silco had meant to help them but, instead, ended up killing them.

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K: "Oh, look, little lord...some rats are watching us..."

F: *Looking at you like someone's about to die*

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Character: Frieza (Dragon Ball)

Oc: Karik (or Karikan Marilyn)

(I would call them Godalien, or something like that)

This is my second most favorite char/oc beside CxH, so I'm about to yap about them :>>

The one you see on the right is Karik. He is a god, literally a god. If you're wondering why is he in that form of SS4 then you're right, he is a saiyan, actually the first and the most ancient saiyan (He didn't know he created a race though, not until he visited Beerus at the seventh universe). I was convinced that SS4 was the form of ancient saiyans.

He is a close friend to Lord Zeno, like his brother or something. Yes, I did say brother. This one is 9 million-year olds, guys, literally the oldest I could think of (And also because I searched Zeno age and it popped up, hehe). He was there when the multiverse was created, just didn't remember a shit since he's old.

He was feared, and maybe respected (just maybe) by the other gods, not as much as Zeno though since Karik is much easier to read, and he doesn't destroy planets out of fun. His work is to protect and keep the multiverse in control, the balance, yes. If Zeno is powerful in the way he could manipulate the multiverse existence then Karik is physically powerful. See those rings around his neck and arms, they were to keep his power in control and not accidentally destroy any universe.

With that power, it's understandable that people rarely try to get on his nerve. Yet, when he first met Frieza, the little emperor didn't know Karik was a god. That was one of the rare times in his 9 millions-long life did Karik be treated like a lowly being (You know Frieza's snake tongue). He was intrigued.

Karik fell first. Frieza is...well, he is not the kind of...you know. It was one-sided all the time, but look at that fod face. Does he look like he care?

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So that's the start :>>

I love this cp so much. From the size (1m58 x 1m92) to the chemistry and all the stuffs they have (Their relationship is sensual as fvk, like they fvk all the time, whenever Karik is bored and you know the stamina of the strongest god)

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I dont know how to draw his shoe :]] anyway...

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And then he smiles

And that's what I'm after

The smile in his eyes

The sound of his laughter

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Frollo's Hands Appreciation Post

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Don't dress him...or both.

This man

This man is absolutely EDIBLE.

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Everything else disappears when my eyes have you ❤️

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(I finally done all the commissions so now I have time for this. Hope you enjoy :>>)

Tag: Claude Frollo x male!oc (Helzon Sullivan)

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Part 2

In this time when Helzon served as Claude's personal servant, he was treated like a literal king. Claude usually doesn't command him to do anything much, beside maybe sitting near so that Claude can look at him.

Helzon can cook very well, since he has been making foods by himself in his whole life. He is definitely able to do any housework Claude could possibly give, cooking, cleaning, washing clothes or stuffs. However, those works are pushed to the other servants while Helzon mainly is commanded to clean Claude's bedroom.

Sometimes, Claude would wear him a collar (that one of a dog) and walks him around the city to show that Helzon belongs to him. He pretty likes dressing his favorite servant up too, spending hours picking clothes that suit Helzon the most (anything would look good on him) even when he won't wear time twice. It's just nutrition for Claude's eyes.

Helzon is an obedient one anyway. He wouldn't question Claude's orders, despite how ridiculous they are. Example like when Claude requests to join his bathtub, Helzon only gives one excuse "This is not a big bathtub" then let him in anyway. Or like when Claude sneaks into his bedroom because his own room is cold, Helzon hugs him to sleep.

That also created a bad habit for Claude Frollo. He knows he would get what he wants just by speaking softly, so he just...uses it. Once, he asks Helzon for a kiss, and he gets one. All the the shame or sense of guilt have left Claude Frollo that day when he sneaked up in a man's house, so now he has nothing to fear anymore.

However, Helzon is a hard one. To him, a kiss is just a mere physical contact, it could make him feel nothing. That irritated Claude sometimes, but does he care ? He just keeps doing, because he feels good doing so.

(This is sketch color and I'm suck at background)

Everything changes at that one night. It starts a few days before, when Helzon starts acting weird. He remains unfocused, and sometimes overreacted (To someone like him, it means he actually be surprised, or afraid or anything).

He asks for four days off duty. Claude refuses, but that doesn't last long when Helzon decides to use his charm. With some little begging and puppy eyes, he gives in.

The first day, Claude can still handle it. Helzon keeps himself in his room all day, not eating, not opening the door, as if he is sick or something.

The second day, Claude starts to get impatient. He starts to yell and bangs Helzon's door, calling if he is alright. It's just because he's worried (just maybe, it could be that he misses his possession). However, Helzon keeps saying he is fine.

The third day, Claude can't take it anymore. At night, he comes to Helzon's room and calls for him like usual, but this time Helzon doesn't answer (Why don't think that he's just sleeping? Idk either). Claude makes the decision... The door was locked, so he breaks it...

It was dark inside, and the atmosphere is unusually cold, and there is something weird moving in that room. And that is when, Claude finds himself beneath an enormous creature.

His skin was pure black, and his hair is longer, with silver color. The creature appears with four eyes, scales, fangs, and unusual heat. Most important, the creature has a long, giant snake tail... One like in legend said.

However, Claude can't never mistake those silver eyes with anyone else. This is Helzon's true form, his real body. He was in heat that moment, such animistic heat that he hardly control himself like usual, especially with such a prey beneath him.

But something beyond Helzon's expectations happen... Claude... Did not... Fear him. After hundred years of abandonment, of hatred, fear, Helzon never once hope he would find someone who look at his monstrous form with such endearing eyes.

That is the moment, Helzon fall for him.

(It's unnecessary to tell what he did to Claude that night. Know what they say about snake ? That they have two-)

After that, Helzon turns completely sweet to him. The calmness remains in him, but now there is sweetness in his every actions. He would touch and kiss Claude first, saying sweet nothing to him while keeping that face straight.

They sleep in the same bed more often, and Helzon would spend time massaging Claude's body, or reading books with him. They become much more affectionate, without tension, since Helzon can handle it pretty well in those kinds of situations.

Things are getting better...

(just a scenario in Cai)

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That's part 2. Sweet dream before storm. There will be more :>>>

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That won't last long...

*evil laugh*

Are u gay

“No...... Are you..?”

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(I'm gonna tell more about him, cause' I'm bored as shit. This is something that I wrote out of nowhere so the writing is...)

Tag: Claude Frollo x Helzon Sullivan (male!OC)

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Helzon Sullivan is a 130-year-old immortal monster, a nãga (those have human torso but serpent thick tail) that cursed by both demons and angels.

He was raised by his mother, who was a beautiful woman but work as a prostitute of the brothel. She met Helzon's father in workplace, who is a Greek demon in disguise. He bought her, took her to Greece and treated her like a goddess. However, when he found out she was pregnant, he kicked her out because he thought...human can't carry a devil's child.

Helzon's mother left him when he was ten. She jumped down into a river and let the water brought her to the love of her life...in hell. The poor child is left to live alone, suffering the devil blood in his veins.

Helzon can't die, or sleep properly. The only time he can experience sleep is when he turns back into his true form during the "heat period" every 100 days.

His normal form is a gorgeous tall man (1m89) with a pair of special silver eyes, taken from his devil father, and dark hair to shoulder level. However, this is just a "borrowed" body, his real form is very much different.

Helzon's real form is a giant nãga with pure black skin and long white hair (No detail yet) and he has tentacles (because I like them)

Helzon's nature is a calm, unbothered man. He can be kind when he want to, and cruel when it's necessary. He won't intervene when Claude catches the Gypsy "criminals" but will take an arrow for anyone who is near.

Helzon is sometimes very cold, but he is polite nonetheless. He would wish Claude a good day even when the judge just slaps him across his face and puches him.

He will respect people's admiration for him and treat them kindly, but won't give them hope. His usual excuses are "Being with me only brings you misery" "I am a boring man" "You won't say that after seeing the true me" and bla bla.

However, Helzon never broke his promises. He would help anyone if they asked him properly, and kill a person at the same time. Even in his human form, Helzon has such inhuman strength, and his wounds would leave no scar after he changed back to Nãga form.

Helzon has a soft spot for children, and the crying stuffs (which Claude did use to seduce him). He also has a high sense of sympathy, especially for the women in the brothel, because they remind him of his mother. He loves his mother.

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Helzon arrived at Paris as a free soldier, had a nice cozy home and a job that demanding him to leave home for long trips.

His life changed when he met that cruel judge Claude Frollo, who has had an obsession with Helzon since their first encounter on the streets.

He completely ignores Claude at first, despite the judge continuously stalking and cursing him. Helzon puts the words and actions out of his mind, and of course, that irritated Claude like hell burning along his veins.

People know Claude Frollo. If he wanted something, he would kill to get it. Eventually, Claude accused Helzon of a crime that he didn't commit and put him into jail.

However, Helzon never gave in to Claude's pleasure. He stayed in the jail, being beat and tortured by the soldiers, yet, never complaint.

Until one day, Claude decided that he would get Helzon out of his cell, only if Helzon agreed to be his servant, his dog. He wasn't asking though, Helzon obviously had no choice.

In this time, the two lived together in Claude's palace. They ate together, read together... And sometimes, Claude would have some tricks to get into Helzon's bathtub or his bed.

Yet, all of those attempts couldn't make Helzon give up his believes that Claude would leave him after viewing his true form. So, the man closes his heart even tighter despite all the judge's efforts....

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That's the part 1!

The story line is just the summarized one. There are many interesting and funny stories when Claude denied his own obsession and feelings, yet went after Helzon anyway :) Claude's harsh journey to find the happiness like the first picture is still long...

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~First sight~

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(This is a commission. Both I and the writer are not English speakers so there could be mistakes. However, this is the story I want to share, story about a devil in disguise and a devilish judge (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡)

Tag: Claude Frollo x male!oc

His name is Helzon, Helzon Sullivan.

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Even when he was crushing gypsies with the sole of his shoes like they were nothing but mere bugs, Claude Frollo still believed he was never in the wrong. If anything, he’d only have to worry about dirtying his outfit. But the archdeacon couldn’t possibly cloud his thoughts with such mundane matters. He had been tasked with jobs that overlooked the entire archdiocese of Paris. As one who belonged to God’s land, he’d wish the challenges he gave to humans could slightly stop being so tedious. Carrying himself properly along the streets of Paris, Claude held his head high in pride and dignity. Throughout the streets of this archdiocese, his presence was hailed like that of a ruler.

Humans, vile as they are, were born with their sins weighing on them. Only those who want to repent at God’s feet shall receive his salvation, and this of course did not apply to the Parisien who just caused a commotion in one of the most crowded places of this archdiocese. Claude had to be as careful as he could, so as not to stomp on any bystanders with Snowball the horse. He didn’t want blood on his hands anyway.

Today, the uproar was caused by a lowly thief, who was said to be an orphan who lived in the slums among the dirtiest waste. Claude’s nose could barely contain the foul smell of peasants, but it was his duty to reprimand the thief. Chasing the criminal throughout the streets of Paris with the guards going before him, Claude silently cursed his luck. Fortunately, it didn’t take long for the men of the church to capture their prey. The boy, who dared to lay his filthy hands on a piece of white bread, was cornered by Claude’s stern and calculating eyes. Injustice, he thought. The poor are always the cause of misdeeds in this city. No matter how many charities and donations are made for them, they would go back to their roots as lazy, unapologetic men who will not work a day as long as they can still play under the sun. More than once, have they been late with the payment of their taxes; being an establishment for worshiping God, the church literally had no means of income, and they had to rely on taxes. The nobles were too busy partying, and Claude had no interest in bothering those bluffing, blithering idiots. As he was busy chasing down and correcting those who called themselves God’s children undeservingly, an unexpected presence appeared in the corner of his eyes. He was standing in the way of Snowball, so Claude had to try his best to calm the horse down, so as not to stomp on him and cause an unwanted casualty. Even though everyone around him was scurrying around the busy marketplace, the man with cold silver eyes remained in his place. Calm but deep, his gaze was like the Seine flowing throughout Paris, but it was somehow piercing at the same time. As if his air was taken from him, Claude Frollo had to steady his breath, but that didn’t help much as the other figure towered over him. Determined to make himself look like he could stand a chance against the much bigger man, Claude frowned, his brows furrowed deep. With his cold and unforgiving voice, he demanded:

“Speak, brute. What makes you think you have the right to stand here? You’re in the way.”

The bloke, however, didn’t budge. His eyes intently stared, as if his gaze could match a thousand blades piercing through anyone who dared to look directly at him. It was a different kind of look from anything Claude had gotten used to. He seemed to be far from the other low-life Parisiens, but in the end the man could be anything but different from the crowd that Claude had so much disdain for. A sonorous voice, deep as the ocean, commanding like the voice of a god, grumbled from the man’s stomach. One may even think he was not used to speaking. Only a few precise, meticulous words came out from him, that Claude could have sworn they sounded like “monsieur de Paris”.

A gentleman of Paris, was what he called himself. A foreign-looking man, who did not fear the gaze of Judge Claude Frollo, who stood tall in the presence of the authorities. Oh how Claude despised this defying bloke who thought of himself to be greater than others! Arrogance was one of the greater sins for men to bear, and yet this person who didn’t even want to speak of his name was full of it. With a cane in his hand, Claude lifted his chin up. But his cane slipped, hitting him in the face. It appeared as though the man’s eyes narrowed in a heartbeat, but it was probably just Claude’s illusion. Somehow, it terrified him, even though his gesture towards Claude showed no malevolent intention. Quickly, he left, leaving Claude speechless with his henchman trying to get him back to his senses.

“I want to know… who that vile bloke is. Who does he even think he is, daring to oppose me like that.”

Back in the chapel of the Notre Dame, Claude tried to keep his composure as he ordered his underling to do his deeds. The trusted henchman scurried away with his orders. Alone in the chapel, Claude walked around impatiently. He could’ve sworn he borne nothing but disdain towards the bastard, but something different had sparked in him.

“My Lord, I have returned.”

“Then tell me, boy… what do you know about him?”

“From what I’ve managed to gather, his name is Helzon Sullivan.”

“That sounds quite foreign. Do you know where he came from? Corsica, is it?”

“Sir… It doesn’t seem to be Corsica. I asked all over, there was little to no information about him.”

“Really? What is he doing in Paris?”

“It remains a mystery still, sir. He does not seem to disclose his personal life to anyone, nor does he get close to any citizen. Oh but, it is quite likely that he is a soldier, who had made himself a frequent customer at the grand tavern.”

Indulgence, Claude thought. A grave sin of men. He specifically sought God’s light of guidance because he did not want to fall under the sinful ways most men indulge themselves in. Women, alcohol, money,… all temptations are earthly bonds that imprison one’s spiritual being to the earth, bringing them closer to hell than to God’s kingdom.

“So he… is a drunkard, you say?”

“On the contrary, sir. He could control himself very well, and he is… popular with the ladies. Though, it seemed like he only frequented such places for some drinking activities, not for the purpose of… coitus.”

“That, I did not need to hear. You are dismissed.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

Claude did not realize he was taking his first steps into his own hell. Instead of ignoring the peculiar man, Claude found himself drawn to him. Nothing but fate’s cruel grand scheme bound them together. Just as the archdeacon thought he had escaped his silvery eyes’ grasp, he happened to see the brute again.

It was Lent when their next encounter happened. This time, he was donning a military uniform, standing alongside other brutes. That was just like the information that the judge received from his henchman. But as Claude was watching him on the way down from the belltower of Notre Dame, he seemed to be in a hurry. It was probably orders from the higher-ups that forced his presence to be at the archdiocese, guarding the church for this occasion. All the while, the archdeacon went on about his day, as usual. Or that was how he made it seem. Claude played his role perfectly, but that was his job. The people of God cannot rest well if they knew their leader was unwell. In the confines of the glass windows, he stood to catch a glimpse of the silver-eyed man. The way his wavy black hair draped over his shoulder was bewitching, and although Claude called him “brute”, the way he moved was far from that. His elegance reminded him of a noble, and he was sure that eye color was also very uncommon for vermin to have. Sure, he’d seen his fair share of dirty grey eyes like a mouse’s coat, but this was pure silver.

The brute, whose surname Claude remembered to be “Sullivan”, stayed guarding Notre Dame for about a week until Lent was over.

Claude did not realize he was deliberately looking for the man at every turn of the corner. But he did, no matter how much he wanted to deny it. The hellfire was scorching through his veins, burning away every last bit of his being. Alas! For a man of God to bear such thoughts with another man, he was to be punished. Going against God’s will was unthinkable for him. He should not lay with another man, per the holy words of the bible. His mind was once pure, unclouded by lustful thoughts. But in the shadows of this wretched man, he was obsessed. As he took a peek into his own reflection in the mirror, Claude was horrified to find himself changed beyond his imagination. His ashy gray hair framing his face, sunken eyes of a clergyman who’d devoted all his life to serve God that he even neglected his health. At least, he didn’t neglect the task of grooming. But Claude was conscious that he had become unrecognizable from the image of himself that he’d drawn in his head, every morning as he opened his eyes and led the way for Catholic Parisians like a bunch of loyal dogs who tremble in fear in his presence. He was not loved, but feared. Right. That ugly, wretched, poor Quasimodo probably feared him as well.

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But the man with those silvery, mercury-like eyes that could pierce through one’s heart was… different. He did not fear him. That alone had made him stand out from the rest of the crowd, apart from his astonishing height of course. He was immovable, like the pillars that held the establishment Claude was standing on. Hecouldn’t forget about him, even if he tried to. He’d imagined the devil residing in a gypsy’s heart, and in the hearts of sinners, unsightly preposterous sinners. The man he’d seen carried himself with an air of poise and grace so rare that Claude could swear he’d only seen a handful of those people throughout his miserable life. No one had ever dared to oppose Claude, let alone planting the seeds of eros in him. How could I be led astray by that tramp, Claude thought to himself.

Unless, that was his salvation, sent by God?

Claude couldn’t do anything but pray. He prayed and prayed, asking God for peace of mind. At a point where this self-righteous man had found himself to be shaken by the thoughts of another man, he felt as if the ground under his feet could crumble at any time. Claude had never thought of serving or devoting himself to anyone other than God, ever since he was a young pastor, an inquisitor, a church boy. His life had been all for the Bible studies, for his acts of service for God and Mother Mary, who looked at him from high up above. He had never had a taste of love and affection with another person of his peers. Climbing his way up the hierarchy of the grand church was an unforgiving process that allowed him no friends. Allies, yes, probably, but everyone aimed for their own good in this world. He was used to being alone, fighting his battles by himself.

But it was precisely his loneliness that triggered the downfall in Claude’s image of the perfect man, one that he crafted for him to aim for. The imaginary hands on his shoulders of Helzon Sullivan were warmer than anything he’d ever felt. It made Claude’s entire body shivered in a sense of unwanted joy and shameful yearning. He did not want to yield himself to desires - Claude Frollo was known to have a mind of steel. But just with these thoughts, he was already deeper in this painful yearning more than he ever wished to.

Alone in the chapel of Notre Dame, Claude stared outside, dreading. The clouds have pulled themselves down like dark, thickened cobwebs covering the sky. A storm was coming, and it was coming his way.

(me too lazy to color or draw a new one so I'm gonna an old one)

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Morning bath

Too lazy to color...

Helzon enjoys taking bath in the morning.

Actually, he would take a bath whenever he could, but it has to be in his house.

See the small bathtub? Yet, someone always asks to step in with him. Of course, he can't refuse.

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Judge Cat Frollo

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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 >>>

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More sketches

I introduce you....

Helzon Sullivan

(this is old, so the style is a bit different)

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Literally

Love it.

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.