#Disney villain f/o

[arttrampbelle]

For frollo enjoyers

Made this for y'all.

[bones4thecats]

Having Children With Their Fem! S/O

Characters: Aku, Father, Vilgax and Lord Garmadon Inspired By: Random Thoughts A/N: I know that a couple of these characters either don't like kids or just feel basically nothing for them, but this is just something I had to write! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Operation Zero and the Lego Ninjago Series and mentions of abandonment and divorce ⚠️

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»»—————————————-　  Aku 　—————————————-««

👹 Aku prided himself on being a heartless being made of consistent darkness. But, when it came to you, his longtime wife who was created by a similar amount of energy, he was fairly fair

👹 He has always been focused on furthering his rule of the pathetic mortals in which he despised to the point where it led to him having seven girls with a woman called the High Priestess, though it was with his magic, he did not do anything disgusting in his opinion with her

👹 Despite knowing he felt nothing towards the woman and only viewed the girls as his personal soldiers, you couldn't help but feel inferior to the Priestess, she has done something that you possibly never could with Aku. Though, you did treat the girls as your own, since their mother seemingly could care less

👹 The one thing that made Aku think of having children with you was seeing you pick up a small group of baby aliens from a clan that wished to be relocated to Earth and begin to tickle them with one of your long claw-shaped fingers

👹 As the aliens left after hearing their conditions of living on his and your planet, Aku looked to you and motioned for you both to return to your personal chambers, which you did willingly and without fear

"My yang, I noticed how you looked at those young Vadaquians with a... warm and wholesome stare. That is completely unlike the lovingly evil woman I married and pledged loyalty too. So, if I may question, what is your issue?"

👹 You sighed and lowered your shoulders before shifting into a tortoise and hiding yourself inside of your shell before announcing it was dumb and he could just not bother himself with your issues

"Y/N, you're my wife of hundreds of years. I decided myself if I wanted to handle your thoughts and worries when I laid that shadow-bonding ring around your finger. Now, what is it your worried about?"

"It's just... you know the girls. I just... I want something like that."

"And that can be arranged with swift ease."

"Wait- really? You'd do that for me?"

"I would do anything for the woman who allows me to feel something other than hatred."

»--•--«

👹 And that he did. Just 9 months after the events of Samurai Jack's return and renewing the top-hunted foe to be the time-traveled man, you welcomed a young boy, whom Aku named Oni

👹 You smiled and lightly ran your hands against the baby's long trio set of horns that matched his fathers as his large pure-white eyes opened with tiny specks of white fire erupting from them. When it came to appearance, he took after his father, though your color scheme popped more than the Shogun of Sorrow's

"Ah, there is my little boy and woman!"

"And there is my stubborn husband."

"Hey now! Don't get me wrong, I wanted to be here for the special event, but I needed to get that Samurai fool out of my way again. He almost found the portal back to his time, and if he does..."

"Oni doesn't live..."

"Correct. This is all for him, and us, and I suppose his sisters and their mother."

👹 Chuckling as your baby began to shift his way to his father, the demonic being allow him to sit on his horns, giggling as he acted like the man he has observed for the past few weeks over the small portal that showed him and Jack's fight, but mainly him

"He will be the perfect next generational heir, don't you think?"

"Yes. I do, Aku."

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»»———————-　Benedict 'Father' Wigglestein　———————-««

🔥 It was no secret that your husband was far from a child-guy. He constantly provided evidence that he hated kids beyond any kind of recognition. He even hated the children that you two were forced to adopt

🔥 When Benedict married you, he laid it out plain as day that he never planned on having children, and you wholeheartedly accepted that

🔥 But, ever since the Delightful Children from Down the Lane joined your family and therefore home, you began to crave having an actual family. One not bounded by a Delightfulization-Chamber, but by blood and the love you two shared for one another

🔥 And while it was easy to think this all without saying it out-loud, even beginning to wonder about how he would reply was enough to make you want to curl up into a ball and stay there forever

🔥 Thankfully the sound of a five-way synchronized knock allowed you to be free of your thoughts. And you merely sat up from your desk and called to the children to come on inside

"Good afternoon, Mother. Father wishes your presence in his office."

🔥 You smiled at the kids and gave them each a pat on their heads before allowing them to walk to their rooms and get ready for bed. Once each of their doors closed you grabbed your husband's notebook, suspecting that was what he needed

🔥 He has a bad habit of leaving stuff in your room. Honestly he needs a better sleep schedule (not me scolding him when I barely sleep😐)

🔥 While the door to his office opened, you took a deep breath and readied yourself, hoping that his day wasn't filled with a ton of disappointments. You may be his wife, but his anger was something not even you could escape

🔥 You noticed that there was a lack of anything on fire, so, you took the chance to make some small chit-chat while your husband worked away on some papers and beckoned with his hand for you to hand him his notes

"My dear, I've been wondering how your day's been."

"It's been decent, better than normal thankfully."

"Well... there is one thing I've been meaning to speak to you about, if you don't mind-"

"If the children have done something, I swear to-"

"No! No, no! The children have done perfectly well since the last incident. It's just... oh nevermind, it's nothing that important."

🔥 Benedict went from staring intently at his paperwork to looking at your seemingly guilt-ridden face and his yellow eyes narrowed, which was prominent from the darkness of his suit

"Y/N, everything you say is important to me. Well, as long as it has nothing to do with random cravings, because those have been getting worse and worse over the past few days."

"Yeah, about that..."

"I mean, you're acting like how Monty would call and describe his wife when she was pregnant with his boy."

🔥 Oh this was pointless. Reaching into the pocket of your black hoodie that Ben gifted you for your birthday just days prior, you pulled out a small box and laid it down in front of him

"What's this for?"

"Just- open it, please."

"Is this a... pregnancy test? Oh sweet sasperilla, you're pregnant?! But I- we..."

"I understand that you aren't fond of children, so we don't have to have them if you don't want to."

"Do... you want the child?"

"I would prefer to give them a shot at life than to not."

"Then... okay. We can have the child... if you want too. This shouldn't only be my choice, it should also be yours. I may hate children to a degree but, I cannot hate you and your choices."

"Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah. Now, if it's a boy, can we name it Benedict Wigglestein III?"

"No."

»--•--«

🔥 The sound of the collected family in the hospital's main room rung freely as the members of the Uno Family and the Wigglestein Family all wondered how you were doing in the delivery room. Ever since your screams stopped, Monty couldn't help but fear you were hurt to the point of possible surgery

🔥 All of a sudden, his brother walked out of the doors with a mixture of both traumatized and happiness written on his face, though it was mainly in his eyes

"Ben? How's Y/N and the baby?"

"I... I have twins..."

"Wait- twins?! Aw! A boy and a girl?"

🔥 Monty smiled at his wife before ushering his brother back into your room and patting his shoulder in assurance. And he couldn't help but chuckle as his brother walked into the room where you and your children no doubt were

🔥 He couldn't be anymore proud of him

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»»—————————————-　Vilgax　—————————————-««

🐙 While living for many years as a Warlord was something that many only viewed your husband as being, it was his closest allies and people that saw who he was outside of his work; a loyal and caring husband

🐙 As a member of the Chimera Sui Generis species, training for battle was a big part of your childhood. And when you first met your future spouse by training to be top-servers of your planet, he was smitten

🐙 Overtime you witnessed the destruction and new colonization of planets. And since you serves as his right-hand, Vilgax and you would see many types of families, the most common being fathers, mothers and their children

🐙 And seeing the male and female members of the army grow and expand with their families adding more members, you couldn't help but wonder; would this ever happen for you and Vilgax?

🐙 Normally he was busy with his work, so getting a decent time to speak one-on-one with your husband was hard. Nonetheless trying to talk about something so important to both you and your lives together

🐙 You were beginning to lose faith in actually talking to him, but when one of Vilgax's best men came inside of the control room you turned around and recognized him to be the one who always guarded the emergency medic and doctor's zone of the ship

"What is it you need, Soldier Axiomar?"

"Doctor Xiliv has requested her for a quick check-up, since she has been complaining of some stomach issues as of late."

"Alright. Would you like me to accompany you, Y/N?"

"I think I'll be alright... really."

🐙 Giving you a kiss on the forehead, Vilgax focused back on the coordinates of their way to Earth. You just nodded to Axiomar as he lead you to the medical room where Xiliv was waiting

🐙 Deep inside as you sat on the frequently cleaned chair, you knew what the Doctor and Medic were going to say

"Your highness, it appears that you- well."

"I know."

"Do you want us to tell Lord Vilgax or not?"

"He'll find out either way, but I'll tell him, it just makes it easier for me."

"Understood."

🐙 As the large alien walked through the halls to his and your shared quarters, he wondered why you had been acting far more nervous and weary throughout the rest of the day. Maybe you had some kind of illness?

🐙 The sound of the doors opening and closing behind your form made you spin around quick. And Vilgax merely chuckled, from calm and composed to having their guard-up in no time. You really were a soldier by heart

"Y/N. What is it you needed to speak about? It better not be something I cannot fix. Because that would be near impossible. I would destroy the galaxy for you."

"It's no illness. Unless you consider a child an illness."

"Pardon, a what?"

»--•--«

🐙 Despite his initial hesitation in being a father and raising a young Chimera Sui Generis, but after gaining advice from some of his closest allies, some would say friends, he gained the extra bravery to face the next step in life with you

🐙 He stood beside your bed as you chuckled at the sight of your baby girl. Long tentacles in the shape of elongated human hair, a small, pink wrap being around her as her tiny red eyes blinked while giggles rang through the room

"She's beautiful."

"Just like you, love."

"What should we name her?" Doctor Xiliv asked.

"How about Shaviv? It means ray of life."

"It's perfect."

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»»——————————-　 Lord Garmadon 　——————————-««

🌋 This guy has never seen himself as an ideal parent. I mean, he literally was bitten by a serpent that made him an evil tyrant in the end and he didn't take a part in his son growing up due to his unfortunate incident

🌋 And while he praises himself on not being the man he once was before, there was always a lingering bit in his heart that stayed away from being corrupted. A piece of the old Garmadon in there. Hidden away

🌋 Over time he switched from evil to good, and that was how he met you

🌋 You were the sister of Ray, the previous Master of Fire before Kai took up the mantle. Growing up with Ray meant you were also trained in the art of being a ninja, though it was with the element of light that you controlled and not fire

🌋 Over the time of them being missing, you raised your niece, Nya, and nephew, Kai, and helped Garmadon's brother, Wu, train them and their friends. And as the serpent-bitten male grew into darker habits, you remained a beckon that he couldn't help but admire

🌋 Once he redeemed himself and helped fight against many enemies alongside you and the kids, he began to get close to both you and your old friend/next-door neighbor, Vinny Folson. And let's just say that the closeness evolved beyond simple friendship

🌋 While Misako was reluctant to accept Garmadon had another lover, she noticed just how caring you were and she began to bond with you with her ex-husband and son. In fact, she was the one to ask if you two were planning on taking the next step from just marriage to having children, much to you and his fluster

🌋 After the incident of the question with Misako. Garmadon told Vinny that you two would be out for a few days and that if he needed something, he could call. And as you two began to travel to a remote and well-taken-care-of cabin just outside of Ninjago, he began to let out a small amount of chit-chat

"Hey, Y/N... I have a question."

"What is it?"

"With what Misako said yesterday... at dinner. I was wondering if- you know."

"If I wanted kids?"

"Yeah... and I understand if you wouldn't! I'm not the best guy to have children with, just ask my ex-wife."

"Garmadon!"

🌋 Spinning his head to look at you, Garmadon watched you with observant eyes as you smiled gently and held his hand with one of yours and his face with the other. And he smiled as you nodded, small tears pricking his eyes as you laid your forehead upon one another's

»--•--«

🌋 The sound of cries erupting from a woman's hands made the people sitting in the waiting room look up in surprise and slight glee. Seven of the large group looked at the nurse and she took them all back, warning them that you would probably need some space

"Is that..."

"It is. Everyone, meet Nisshoku."

"Aw! I have a nephew now! Let's go!"

"Shut it, Ray."

[seaslugfanclub]

It’s cold as hell in the stable house, a far cry from what Hans is used to. It’s a good thing Neptunes there to keep him warm…

Tried my hand at comic making! The Hand brainrot is real.

[pastelpousay]

Pov: time to use this a promo cuz this damn near killed me

Uhh Idk hot to do promo so uhh yea 💀😭

🖇My names pumpkin!! And I just love love love Hades 😻 (my blog is basically a Hades shrine)

🖇this blog is basically just art of Hercules Hades and my s/i Rina but I do f/o other disney characters I’ll need to get the list together but rn Hades is my main so 😽 gotta focus on my man for rn

🖇 I WOULD LOVE TO MAKE MORE FRIENDS ON HERE N STUFF ^_^!! So if you wanna reach out go ahead!! Just don’t be weird please!!

(Check to see more on my pinned!!)

Pro/comship dni!!

[lieutenantselnia]

Imagine having a slow, sweet make out session with the Horned King ... maybe you're sitting on his throne together, late at night when no one is around anymore, or you're already in the solitude of his private rooms.

You're curled up in his lap, and his bony, but still strong arms are safely wrapped around your back as he pulls you closer. His lack of lips makes things feel a bit ... unique, but that doesn't hold you back from pressing soft kisses on his teeth and all around his mouth.

Your eyes are closed as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel the fabric of his hood under your fingers - he rarely ever likes to take it off - as you let them wander up his nape and the back of his head. Finally, your hands find the bases of his horns and gently wrap around them, eliciting a small gasp from him. He flinches ever so slightly, but not in a bad way, it's much rather an expression of appreciative surprise. It shows him you don't merely tolerate the monstrous parts of him, instead you embrace them without hesitation and it makes his heart melt. You feel the texture of the old, weathered horn under your fingertips as you use your grip to angle his head closer to you. The king lets out a quiet sigh, giving in to your guidance without resistance.

"Do you even know how beautiful I find you just the way you are?", you mumble to him, planting a row of kisses on his cheek bone.

"You must have an estranged sense of beauty then, my dearest."

His voice is quiet as he speaks, but it doesn't fail to carry the love he's feeling for you. He leans in and presses his forehead against yours as he feels you running one of your hands up his horn. Your fingers follow the curvature, first finding the smaller fork that's growing out on one side, before continuing up to the tip. You lightly touch it with one finger, feeling that it's a little pointy, but not so much that touching it like this would hurt.

"Maybe I do."

You lightly caress his horn as you speak, your heart swelling as you feel him lean in to your touch even more. "But I wouldn't change a thing about it."

[jelly-drop-buttons]

EPIC FIND at the local Walgreens today!

If there two things I love collecting it’s lighters and playing cards, and this was one I just couldn’t ignore! And, of course, Hades was a very big contributing factor to that, which btw his card looks great!

[victorckk]

Got addicted to the Black Cauldron after watching it for a second time. The first time I watched it, I made the mistake of watching it at 1-3 AM in a dark ass room and it nearly blinded the heck out of me.

So I’m not doing that ever again

Also I don’t know shiz about the Chronicles of Prydain books. So it’s Black Cauldron AU time. Might read the books someday in the future whenever I get the chance

This was.. inevitable. While the Horned King is great (and I love him no matter what) I really like this concept design specifically of Arawn a lot

I am a huge sucker for robed non-human villains,, have I made it obvious yet 😭

Also some OC info??

His backstory isn’t entirely figured out yet, but the taller fellow’s name is Zsigmond.

Some OC / AU ideas I have :

Sun x Moon dynamic. Perhaps. Maybe

Zsigmond is either the creator of the Cauldron, or was the guardian of it at one point. He is very familiar with the Cauldron’s power and has tried to keep it away from humanity (despite Arawn getting his hands on it eventually)

Arawn is the master of dad jokes. Just casually saying goofy dad things while monologuing to the protagonists, or to Zsigmond even

Zsigmond is a deity that Arawn made a deal with for power and (unfortunately for him) ended up being stuck with for pretty much the rest of his life. He says he hates it, but it’s obvious that Zsigmond’s presence relaxes him

[marinerainbow]

Oooh, adding on to @wheezystan 's (excellent!) question- would your F/O's be dressing up for Halloween? ^^

Ohhhh I love this!

It's hard to say, honestly. They all could go as themselves, honestly! Except maybe Jerry since he's the most normal looking out of them all, unless he gets in a frenzy. I can definitely see Tiffany getting dressed up, and doing Halloween things with the twins ^^ though before they were involved she'd probably go out to a bar, or with Chucky. And after the twins moved out, Tiffany maybe threw halloween parties as Jennifer Tilly? But she's still at home. And maybe sometimes she'd prefer a quiet night at home. And Audrey... Well, they can't really go anywhere as a giant plant. Neither can Scroop, not that he wants to go anywhere XD so Tiffany, Scroop, and Audrey can be the 'at home celebrators' of my F/O's. (Just like how I like to celebrate XD)

Russ and Jerry are definitely the ones that want to go out to clubs. They both can better blend in with the spooky atmosphere! I can see Russ absolutely taking over the stage just like the Sanderson Sisters did in Hocus Pocus, while Jerry is scoping for his/their new victim. Maybe they can convince Harper to come along and really make it a party? (The only party I want to be in the middle of. Ok bye-)

The Hessian is not with either group though. He's stalking the whole city, enjoying the night air with his horse ^^ and if he's missing his head, he'd still blend in with the crowd! Though hopefully nobody tries to bother him while he's out. (ohhhhh another great way to celebrate Halloween... Even if I'm kinda scared of horses 😅 hopefully he won't mind me being skittish?)

I'm sorry, I know this was an ask about whether or not they'd wear costumes 😅 I can see Tiffany, Russ, and maaaaybe Jerry and Audrey dressing up? (Jerry dresses up in charming costumes, though). The others? They'd probably be mistaken for costumes themselves XD though they probably wouldn't dress up.

Thank you for this ask! How do your F/O's celebrate Halloween? Do they dress up? (Well, i guess except Otis. We all know what he does- we don't need to be traumatized again 😅)

[prince-raisins-art]

god.... give me the strength to draw myself getting railed by the goofiest looking fictional men imaginable and not immediately get embarrassed and delete the drawing before i can even properly start it

[bizarrescribblez]

whos up and wants to see alan’s worst look possible

BABYGIRL WHAT WAS THIS….

[arttrampbelle]

For Disney villain self shippers. Particularly those who love the HoNd,judge claude-frollo.

Especially frollo. Frollo enjoyers

This post is for you

You're welcome.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Dark!Pixar Villains x Reader || Drabbles

Plots / Includes: 

Charles Muntz x Assistant!Reader- Your punishment for letting the creature escape.

Yandere!Human!Hopper x Reader- He is the monster you caused. Basically he's quite aware that he's obsessed, and possessive to a massive fault- But according to him that's your fault; Not his.

Human!Chick Hicks x King’s(OfAge)Offspring!Reader- An old rival of your Dad’s turns up for your parents anniversary party and you end up fucking him... at your parents anniversary party. Oh no.

Human!Yandere!Lots-O-Huggin’ Bear x NewToy!Reader- Classic Yandere in position of Power sets his sights on you immediately and makes you uncomfortable with how close he wants you all the time, without actually making his obsession totally clear. Just enough to make it weird.

Randall Boggs x Sully’sRomanticInterest!Reader- Randall has a bit of an obsession with one upping Mike and Sully, and Celia doesn't like him much at all, so... He’s set his sights on you. Unfortunately, you're loyal to Sully-... so Randall has to get creative.

Warnings: (Starting with Muntz and working our way down. Also colour coded so you're able to be more aware:) Mental torture, monster-creature, Punishment, traumatising you as punishment, creepy boss to the MAXIMUM gage, non-con kiss, kiss while you're asleep, Major possessiveness, Hopper killing a man cuz you talked to him, murder, beating, Hopper trying to convince you his actions are your fault, VERY inappropriate relationship involving age difference and fucking fathers frenemy, scandal, references to semi-public sex, self disgust, dirty talk, mental+emotional manipulation, gaslighting, unwanted physical affection, unwanted closeness, intent to isolate, harassment, blackmail, references to sex work, forced relationship, etc.

Charles Muntz: 

You say i love you like its an APOLOGY. - Things My Ex Said Project

"Ah!" You throw yourself back against the far bars of the cage, eyes wide and mouth open in terror. This creature that's tearing and biting at the bars between you and it, that looks like it must have been an inspiration for the original Adam - the one Frankenstein made out of animal parts, - is so hungry. So ravenous. And its got fleshy, bloody, warm you in its sights.

Just as Charles intended when he locked you up in here.

A giant, scaly paw with 3 inch long claws manages to slip through the bars and swipe at you and you actually start to cry from fear; Cowering so tightly against the bars that it hurts, cold metal biting and burning itself into your skin.

Or is it from guilt? For letting the bird escape? Charles has been hunting that thing for years and you're at fault for it escaping this time! At the time, you thought it was right to let it run, but maybe this horrible feeling you have now is guilt!

A bloodcurdling roar comes from the beast and it slams its forehead into the bars. The bars shiver and the gates shift, and your eyes widen; Beginning to hyperventilate as you look around in a panic at the ever-weakening restraints.

"Charles! Charles I'm- I'm so sorry! Fuck fuck fuck!- Fuck, Charles I'm so sorry!" Again the creature bashes the flat of its head into the bars, again- and again- and again- and you feel like your heart might just rip out of your chest at the sight. If it keeps doing that- "Charles its gonna get in!" You screech, fingernails digging into the stonewall behind your bars. "Please, Charles!- CHARLES-"

From somewhere else in the room, a speaker crackles loudly and your bosses voice floats through. You know he's watching through a camera, enjoying his dinner at the screen and reaching lazily over to press the intercom- and all you want is to be there with him. You would even go straight to bed without dinner- just anywhere but here. Anywhere but here!-

"My dear... I assure you, it wont. Calm down- there's no need to sob... You'll take the satisfaction right out of your punishment, for me." He almost sounds sincere, but then you hear the sound of him chewing- taking his time with a mouthful of steak, and your heart thuds. "And we wouldn't want that... "

No- then you would have to start again. Something new; A new creature and new rules.

And you're heart couldn't take that.

"Oh, looks like the creature is hungry... maybe that pigeon we fed it earlier wasn't quite enough. What do you think, Y/N?"

Another terrified scream is ripped out of you when the monster throws its teeth around one of the bars, horribly tilting its large head, and desperately tries to rip it out of place- a huge, grotesque, rough, cat-like tongue salivating over the metal and ginormous, thick, snake-like incisors scraping against it. No no NO!-

A soft chuckle comes from Charles over the speaker, as you slide down to the ground; Fear turning you cold now. You just watch the monstrous beast struggle and fight to tear you apart and enjoy you, heart beating your chest so hard that hurts.

"I sure hope you're thinking about what you did, Y/N my love. Otherwise this will all be for nothing."

~

You're fast asleep when Charles opens up your cage again, having lured the creature back into its cell- he'll deal with it later. You're always his first priority.

When he gently picks you up in his arms, you stir the slightest bit; An adorably weak little whimper escaping you as you willingly relax into his arms and the familiar scent of his old, leather jacket. "Uh uh uh... sleep, my dear. You did well... you've earned it."

"I'm so... so sorry Charles... forgive... me... " Charles smirks at that, you begging for his forgiveness even in your sleep. That method - that beast,- works, he sees. This reaction is quite perfect; Exactly what he's been wanting.

He'll keep it mind for next time- because, with a free spirit like you, there will no doubt be a next time unfortunately for you...

Charles walks you to your quarters and lowers you gently onto your bed- and presses a gentle kiss to your soft, sleeping lips. "Sweet dreams."

Human!Hopper:

I've been dancing with the devil; I love that he pretends to care. - Forget, Marina and the Diamonds

Your eyes are blown open wide, and glued to the bloodied corpse on the ground in front of you. You don't know what to think... much less what to say as Hopper wipes off his knuckles with a rag, before dropping it on the poor carcasses face; And turning to you, the blazé expression on his face never slipping- not even a little bit.

Parting your lips then is the easy part- talking, not so much. The words come out a whisper, and underwhelmingly lacking in emotion when compared to the horror brewing inside. They're just... quiet. "... I didn't mean for this... "

Hopper looks slowly, uncaringly, back to the man he just killed outside the bar and brought you out to see - you remember how he had joked that he had something cool to show you outside, flirted with you even, wrapping hi arm around you and making you think maybe he was going to kiss you... but then immediately he stepped away from you when you came up to the body. Leaving you cold and alone, and shell-shocked when your eyes fell on the poor, crumpled heap, - , then back to you; Shrugging. "Sure you did."

The words surprise you, and you quickly shake your head; Eyes still glued to the... to what was once... a man. "No, I... "

"Yes, you did." His voice gets that much tenser, almost angry. Your eyes snap up to his, round like a doe's. He sighs as if they affect him which you know they don't, because if they really did then he wouldn't say these things, and gives his head a shake. "You know how you make me feel... you've gotta know, that if I see you with another guy... Something bad's gonna happen." Raising his hands, Hopper shakes his head. "Its outta my hands, Y/N."

Tears fill your eyes. "No- "

Before you can really speak up, though, tell him how insane he is- Hopper's talking again; His voice getting louder in order to drown you out. He genuinely sound angry at you, and it shocks you, making you feel small as you fight to not back away from him. Theirs a fire in his dull eyes that only flickers to life when he's pissed. "Oh now don't you even think... about giving me that freedom of will bull." Blood from the corpse bleeds over the ground towards your feet, but you're too busy staring in horror, at your lover. "Do you know how hard it is for me to see you with others? To not lock you up all the time? You should be thanking me; I'm being nice to you."

"But Tarrant- he- " Hopper's eyes narrow at your use of the man's name, but you gather your courage and go on. "He didn't do anything! I love you, I want you- isn't that enough!?" God- damnit! Isn't that enough!?

Hopper shakes his head, eyes dull again. "Clearly... not." No.

Its not.

As you're thinking, wondering how you got to this point, how in the world you could have missed the signs with Hopper, he comes up to you and takes your jaw in one powerful... brutal, hand; Pulling you to look up at him. God... the smell of iron is still on his skin. "... I'm sorry... its not my fault you hooked me." He tells you quietly, the slightest - fakest, - bit of sympathy across his features.

You look back into his golden eyes in defiance with terrible glare in your gaze; Peaceful resolve snapping like a bone under intense pressure.

All the sympathy and then some disappears in an instant with the next words, causing your heart to thud. "But its going to keep happening. So watch yourself, Y/N."

Human!Chick Hicks: 

Forget Prince Charming- go for the Wolf. He can see you better, hear you better, and eat you better. - Pinterest

I shouldn't have done that. Is all you can think, slipping out of your old childhood bedroom and back out to the party. That was a stupid, stupid mistake. Fuck- you can still feel it. You can still feel it, and you want more of it! How can you be this way.

Kinky is one thing- but letting the disgusting man that almost killed your father take off your clothes in the bedroom you grew up in!?? With your parents, and everyone they've ever loved, just down stairs??? Celebrating their anniversary!?

That's entirely different, and its not something you're willing to 'own'. Not ever. Even if, now that you're down stairs again and you see Chick drinking a beer and loudly telling a joke to some other ex racers - racers from his time, - with the vitality of someone who's far too happy... you just want to drag him away again. Feel his stupid moustache between your legs, push him and see how many rounds he can really go for before you're just warming a soft cock... God!-

You wince and quickly turn away, joining a conversation with some of your mother's friends. They ask you how college is going, what classes you're taking- do you have a boyfriend???

You give them your answers easily, playing the sweet daughter card that you're so used to- your parents are some of the best people a lot of people know, and you're supposed to be no different. People think you're no different. You thought you were no different!!

... But now you're thinking maybe not. Not when you have to answer yes, you do have a boyfriend, whilst till thinking about Chick muffling your moans with his mouth 5 minutes ago. Sure, you and your boyfriend are taking a break currently due to school stress- but that doesn't really help your guilt.

"Hey, hey, ladies! What's this I hear about little Y/N havin' a boyfriend??" The sound of Chick's voice so close behind you makes your blood run ice cold suddenly, and you turn with eyes slightly-too-wide just in time to catch him throwing his arm over your shoulders; Face rearing in too close to yours. You can smell the beer on his breath, and your own perfume. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck- "You old enough for that, sweetheart?? Does your daddy know, huh?"

"Oh Chick, leave the girl alone." One of the women rolls her eyes, the others sighing and grimacing at the bastard touching you like that. Oh, you think, if only they knew how he touched you before. Vivid visions of your escapade, his pelvis grinding into yours, flash through your mind and you have to fight with yourself not to get lost.

Chick doesn't let you go because one of Linda Weathers friends told him to, predictably. So, you have to talk to him. "I'm 23 now, Chick, I can do whatever I want to, actually."

He just gives a smug smirk, thinking about how he managed to get you into bed probably despite your whole family hating him, and nods. "... Sure, sweetie. So! This boy toy of yours- do we like him? Do your parents approve, eh?"

"He- " He's perfectly nice. "They like him." They really, really do. You remember, the next time you saw them after you introduced him to them, your father hadn't been able to stop talking about him. He even gave you a DVD to hand on to him, something they'd bonded over.

"But you're bored out of your damn wits, right?" At this point Chick's grinning wolfishly at you in that gross leering way and he's not talking with the group anymore- just you. Its terrifying, its making your heartbeat go absolutely berserk in your chest as you look around for your parents. Where are they? Can they see you? Can anyone tell that you can still taste this despicable old man's cum on your tongue and in the back of your throat??

"No, he's sweet!"

Chick takes a swig of beer right in front of your face, finally looking away from you. You let out a relieved breath, one you had been holding to an extent. "... Right."

He doesn't sound convinced. He shouldn't. After all, you never would've fucked him if your boyfriend satisfied you. As you're feeling sick over that small fact, the fact that your lovely boyfriend couldnt ever make you cum as awfully hard as Chick did not 10 minutes ago, he rolls his arm off your shoulders- rubs your lower back, instead. Your eyes blow open wide.

Before you can decide on the best course of action, you shove his hand off of you. At this point, the other ladies had started a new conversation without you, stepping away and leaving you to fend Chick off yourself, so you're able to hiss at him- through your teeth. "Do not touch me like that."

"You know what, baby, you're sending me some mixed signals here. I mean," He lets out a terrible laugh, full of narcissism and cockiness. Its very familiar to you, you grew up with it practically, and now it reverberates through your eardrums like an annoying song you cant get out of your head. "I can still feel your little mouth around my fingers-- and now I hear you're hiding a little boyfriend back at school?? Wonder what he'd think if he found out about what we did."

"We're on a break," You defend, fighting not to cross your arms and show the whole party something unpleasant is going on here- more so then anything involving Chick Hicks already is.

"Oh, why? Pecker too puny for you?"

"No Chick, gross- "

"Alright, so he's not willing to shove his tongue down there." When you flinch, remembering the first time your boyfriend told you he would never put his mouth on you, how disgusted he had sounded- how disgusting he had made you feel for just expecting to receive after you had already given, Chick lets out an understanding hmmm sound. "Yep. I thought so. Don't worry," Here, he winks. And you feel that horrible, twisted lust fill you up again. "While your back home, I'll give you your fill- Promise."

... The thought has your heart dropping. He means that what you two did in your bedroom wasn't it; Wasn't the end. He wanted to do it again.

And you want him to do it again. You cant deny it. The slick between your thighs wont let you.

... Fuck how are you going to stop this.

Human!Lots-O-Huggin’ Bear:

Manipulate: Control or influence (a person or situation) cleverly or unscrupulously. - Oxford Languages, On Google

The way that Lotso touches you is not right. He's not your father, not your husband, not even really your friend- so why does he think its okay to put his hands on you? Every time that he wraps his arm around your waist and leans into the side of your face, practically your neck, to say something just between the two of you, like a secret, you just want to tell him that-

That this is inappropriate. That you're uncomfortable.

... But just as quickly as it happens, he lets you go again and he's laughing that good-natured, trustworthy, Lotso laugh and you second guess yourself. Maybe you're wrong. He's just a sweet old man, trying to make you feel included.

But then why is it just you. Why do you get all this attention from him? He doesn't touch anyone else like that-

You take a deep breath and move on every time, shutting out those thoughts, the ones that say something is off here, that say the way that man acts is not okay.

At times like these- you wish you hadn't done that.

~

"Y/N! We havent had a moment alone for a hot minute- why dontcha come with me?"

"Oh, that's okay sir. I was just going to go help Ken with- "

"Aw, don't worry about him." One warm brown eye gives you a wink, that should have been comforting but really just felt like like trap. "I'll vouch for ya- come on, now. We'll have tea."

That's how it started, with an attempted escape. You should have known the rest was going to be just as bad. But you followed him off... and he thanks you, for that.

Here you are, sitting across from Lotso all alone, a cup of tea in front of you and he cant help from reaching over and patting your hand with his, affectionately on top of the table. Your pretty eyes widen in surprise at the overly gesture, made intimate by the very isolated setting, and he knows you're uncomfortable... it just doenst matter. He's glad you have the sense to stay put.

He could make your life around here reaal difficult, if you didnt play along.

As he speaks, he catches your eyes flickering over to the door behind him, yearning to get out. That's alright, he thinks... as long as you don't get up. "Now that I've gotcha alone, darlin'- I wanted to ask ya something."

"Oh... what?" Your force your eyes back on him and he grins for a moment.

Then he slowly furrows his eyebrows, sets his jaw and tightens his hand around yours, setting it firmly over the top of your hand now- like a lifeline, almost. He wants this to work- and it will. He's good at this. "I want you to be honest with me- this is a safe place, and you trust me... right?"

You blink, and slowly nod. "Oh, uh... of course." As expected. He's y'all's papa bear, after all! Ha, ha.... Of course you trust him.

"Has Ken... been inappropriate, with you?" Lotso asks this in such a way- just so- so he looks like a concerned father-figure. Uncomfortable by the idea, like he's nervous to even be having this conversation but must for your good.

Which he does. he does need to have this conversation for your own good- after all, if you went off and started something with Ken... then Lotso would have to do something he might truly regret. Its better this way.

You eat it right up, jumping to shock immediately. Your adorable mouth falling open, and eyes going as big as anything. "What!?"

"Now, now, now, calm down darlin'... I'm just asking... It wouldn't be the first time he's made one of our sweet lil' young ones uncomfortable, and I just want you to know I'm happy to talk to 'im, if that's the case- "

"N-no!" Lotso watches you think, thoughts like where is this coming from?? What has Ken done? To who?? racing through your poor little head. "He hasn't- no! Ken's been... Ken's been nice!" You're quick to defend, but don't look so sure anymore. This is turning your world upside down. Since you got here, its hasn't been a secret at all that Ken's been your closest friend- He's helped you get used to the place when Lotso couldn't do so himself,, helped you settle in! Its only natural that news as... sensitive, as this, might startle you.

Lotso watches your eyes fall down to the tea in front of you, devastated at the possibility, and takes the moment you're not looking at him to congratulate himself. It worked perfectly- you'll be leaning on him in no time.

Lotso lifts his hands to other side of his head in surrender, then, a good natured chuckle slipping out. "Okay, okay, I believe ya... " When he lowers his hands again, he restrains himself from reaching out to hold any part of you again, forcing himself to play the well-meaning old fella. Not the dirty old man you've turned him into- not that you really notice his efforts, that is. With all those bad thoughts swarming around in your mind... "... just be careful, okay honey?"

"I just cant imagine... that Ken- "

"Well," Another chuckle. "He does have a history." A history!? Your eyes flick back up to Lotso's, and get swallowed up in the pools of chocolate... trusting him completely. "But its not really something for you to worry about," He gives a stern look, and pats your hand. You flinch. "I wont let aaanything bad happen to ya."

"... thank you... "

Lotso watches you think for a few moments, then, 'giving you time'... thinking, that was easier then he anticipated. You really are the sweetest thing, aren't you? Ken aint never hurt a fly- but he was getting a bit close to you for the old timer's comfort. That wouldn't do, so... all Lotso did was feed you a little white lie. Didn't hurt no one, just... reminded you who you could really rely on.

"... C'mon, now, sweetheart. You just need a biiig hug."

Randall Boggs: 

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife. - Take Me To Church, Hozier

You don't know how many times you've told Randall to fuck off at this point. It seems every time Sully leaves you alone in this damn factory, that slimy creep takes it as an opportunity to come onto you. How many times do you have to tell this asshole that you're in love with Sully, and that you have no interest in him!?

The count is in the double digits, its ridiculous.

Celia's the only other person who knows what Randall's like with you, and she's suggested plenty of times that you go tell Waternoose- or even Sully- but you haven't. You... cant.

... You're a grown up, and you can handle it on your own. Its not like Randall is dangerous- so there's no need to worry Sully, or make a big thing of it at all... You don't want the attention. It can only be bad.

Sully would be sweet, and want to make sure that you feel safe and comfortable, and he wouldn't tell anyone else, if you only asked him to, you know that... but he doesn't need this. He doesn't need the stress of a fiancé with a pervert stalker. You wouldn't do that to him.

So, you act normal. You push on. You can tell Randall to beat it a couple of times a week- no problem.

~

"... Y/N~ " Oh, fucking- As soon as that creepy voice settles in between your shoulder blades, you know you have to quicken up. Get in your paperwork, put the door back, and go home. "Is it a coincidence, you doing late-night paperwork tonight, when you know I'm doing mine??... Or more?"

"Its coincidence, Randall." You sigh, shaking your head without even looking up from the file you're scribbling in. Finish paperwork, send door back, return files to Rox, go home.

"Sure... " He doesn't sound convinced, more smug and it irks you, but you force yourself not to take the bait. Finish paperwork, send door back, return files to Rox, go home- "Y/N!" Suddenly Randall's hands slam into the table in front of you, making you jump and look up; Eyes wide and looking directly into his, as he's leaning in over you far too close. Oh, ugh- "We're all alone... " He takes a menacing peer around, a hair-raising smirk spreading across his face. "Don't tell me you're plannin' to ignore me... "

You nod. "Yah. That's the plan. I have to get home, Sully's making dinner for us- " As soon as you mention Sully, Randall's eyes roll- deeply, and a groan slips out of him.

"Alright... listen Y/N." How many times can this weasel say your name?? You hate the sound of your name on his tongue, he says it... he says it, like he has every right to. Like he's close to you. Like its his to say... like Sully does. You're barely even acquaintances. He's a freak and he shouldn't be allowed to utter your name; Not like that, not at all. Carefully he leans in closer to your face, and you know something bad is about to be said; The hairs on the back of your neck tingling. "... I have certain information about you... you might not want it out."

"... " For a moment, you freeze. He couldn't know... no. He couldn't know that. Its in the past, and its buried under college credits. So you force yourself to just roll your eyes, and sigh- though Randall doenst give up that smirk. That obnoxious, i know something smirk. In fact it only gets worse, more sinister. "What do you think know, Randall?"

"Oh, you cant riddle it out yourself?? Okay then- " He leans down another couple inches, his breath on your face now as you fight to just stay put. Guilty people flinch, guilty people flinch!- innocent people stay still. Calm- "... How you got through college."

Your eyes widen, your heart thuds. "N- "

"I mean, I don't have a problem with your red light past Y/N- but Sully, might." Randall goes on, standing up straighter again now just to let the whole thing sink in.

... Randall knows what you did for tuition...

He doesn't stop talking, though, which is all you want. Just for him to shut. up. You don't want to think about that time- "Golden boy would lose his mind... which brings me to my proposition."

Your stomach turns, glaring at Randall. "... what."

He's all-too-pleased to answer, giving a little hum. "Don't worry, you don't have to sleep with me... " The dig gets you just where he wanted wanted it to, it makes you flinch and feel nauseous. "But I will need you to date me. Drop your line backer boy toy and publicly announce you wanted me- maybe hold hands a bit like the cutest little couple, kiss me on the cheek... Whatever you think'd help people to see you actually into me."

"... why!?"

"Because Sully has too much." Randall snaps, one long fingered hand clenching tightly as a deep frown creases his features. "And I'd like nothing more than to take it all. Starting with you."

... Starting with me.... Because I'm easy.

"You're a freak, and insane. I'm not doing this- " Gathering your stuff against your chest, you get up from the table and attempt to get out of the situation, not be alone in this huge empty factory with Randall, but he's faster then you and cuts off your path. You're nose-to-nose.

"... If you don't, I'll tell Sully about everything. I have proof- a contact. One of your old benefactors actually, and trust me... they have some pretty convincing stories about you."

The fact that Randall has heard stories about that time... the things you did... makes you sick. You cant imagine Sully hearing them. You cant... he cant... He wouldn't look at you the same. It would break your heart.

"I... "

"So what'll it be, Y/N? Tear the dumb bear's heart to shreds or let me explain to him what a cheap whore you are. Clocks ticking."

[seaslugfanclub]

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!! Hope you all have a lovely day!

Here’s a quick sketch of Ace and HJ ~🌹

[pastelpousay]

The way I actually added lighting guys 🥳 ALSO NOSE KISS?!? 0_0

(also the way I’ve been putting off my fic for this bs 💀😭 but anyways-)

[lieutenantselnia]

Imagine crawling under the Horned King's robe to cuddle with him ... It doesn't necessarily have to be a sexual situation (though it could possibly lead to that if you're both up to it - I mean does he even wear anything else underneath there?👀), but could also simply be a tender moment of both physical and emotional closeness.

Author's note: This was originally supposed to be an imagine at best or simply just me yelling out my thoughts about the Horned King, but somehow it kind of accidentally turned into a short story. Things you do at 5am I guess. This man probably has to much control over my mind at this point (not that I'm complaining).

The Horned King x Reader - Cuddling under his robe

It's cold this evening, though this is not something particularly unusual. The wind is howling around the walls of the castle, and you're snuggling a little closer to the Horned King as you're resting in your shared bed together. You feel his grip around your waist tighten ever so slightly, when suddenly an idea sparks up in your mind. Maybe there is an even better way to escape the cold than just pressing yourself up against him ...

He tilts his head, but doesn't say anything yet when you wriggle yourself out of his embrace and crawl towards the foot of the bed. You hesitate for a moment, but eventually decide to lift the hem of his robe.

"What are you doing, my dear?"

You can hear mild confusion in his voice, and stop in your motion for a moment, one of your hands pulling up the fabric a little while the other is resting on his calf.

"Just trying to escape the cold ..."

With that, you lean forwards and start crawling under the king's robe. The thick fabric holds off any light, so you let your hands follow the contours of his body as you move upwards, careful not to put your weight onto him in an uncomfortable way. You can feel a smile forming on your face as you finally stick your head through the collar - which luckily is wide enough to fit both of you.

"I thought it might be warmer underneath here, and I have to say that I'm not disappointed. But I also just wanted to be close to you ..."

The Horned King's gaze turns soft - over time you've learned to read his more subtle facial expressions - , and when you lean forwards a little to press a kiss onto his lipless mouth, you can feel him eagerly reciprocate the motion, to the best of his abilities at least. He lets out a content sigh as you rub your nose against his cheek and wraps his arms around you, resting his hands on your back. You allow your body to relax completely as you lay down on top of his own, and although he's not giving off any body warmth, you relish the feeling of being pressed up against his bare skin.

"This is perfect ..."

You mumble as you're nuzzling your face into his neck. Your eyelids are starting to get heavier as he gently rubs your back, and a yawn escapes you.

"Rest now, my dear."

Your king's soothing voice still reaches you as your consciousness starts to drift off into the shadows.

"Rest well. I will not be going anywhere right now ..."

[whatmikamakes]

I am just a hole, Miss Deavor.