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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

I'm not really back, I just had this and thought I'd just go and post it.

Plot: I saw this thing on Pinterest (Picture below) and I just had to write this XD Basically, you’re super bored so when the bastard that constantly hits on you turns up, you figure ‘Why not mess with them a little?’ and accidentally bite off more than you can chew.

Includes: The Pervy Bunch! (I hope Pervy Villains anon likes this!! ^^ ) So Beetlejuice, Chucky Lee Ray, Freddy Krueger, Greasy Weasel, Hades, and Offenderman.

Warnings: Dubious consent, a little assault and lotsa sexual references but no actual smut. Also I tried to convey that you do actually want them- you just don’t want to admit it cuz they’re gross and evil- but I’m not sure it came through 😅

You know what I have noticed about the Pervert group? An unsettling amount of them have powers that allow them to just pop up near you, which is just great-

Also *eye twitches* I have watched Hercules more times than any other movie, and I still feel like I can’t write Hades for shit! I am about to Blacklist his blueberry ass.

Beetlejuice:

“Ohh, you just made a grAVE mistake, baby… “

“What!?” You shriek, feeling him pop up next to you and curl a long, winding arm over your shoulders. When the hand attached tries to be funny and grab something lower then necessary, your eyes widen to the size of plates and throw it off you entirely. “No- I- “You’re backing up fast, but not fast enough it seems as BJ grabs you again.

This time his dirty hands enclose around your upper arms and he holds you so that the two of you are chest to chest. You try to shove him away, but only end up in an even more precarious position with your hands - fists, - on his chest, and promptly give up. Fighting is just making it worse, you think, rolling your eyes up to the sky and attempting only to move your head so that your face as far away from his humanly possible.

“I gotta hand it to you, doll, you know how to get a guy’s engine roarin’,” Beetlejuice growls out, and also takes that opportunity to press his already-engorged – honestly you would not be surprised, if he just saw you and suddenly ZING!! it went up, - groin up into yours whilst making a vroom sound. Your jaw drops practically to the ground with a gasp, and you give yet another struggle despite giving up, wanting desperately for your elbow to make its way directly into his nose, but he easily holds you still. “Baby- Baby!! You know I like it rough, but let’s try not to damage the goods, K??”

“Oh, damage?? Damage, you say?? I’ll show you damage!!- “You attempt to left your leg and knee him in the privates that so unpleasantly grinded into yours a moment ago but he steps on your foot! Then his shoelaces unfurl and twist under the souls of your own and tie you both together; Making it impossible for you to move without him. “You- “Out of frustration, you kick your leg out anyway, hoping it’ll cause him some kind of pain or discomfort.

“Come on baby,” He lets go of your arms in favour to grab at your waist, and pulls you taught against him. You, on the other hand, let out a groan from frustration and with nowhere else to comfortably leave your arms, you lay them up over his shoulders. The action causes him to smirk, and you roll your eyes heavily. He’s so gross, you do NOT enjoy this- “I wanna do bad things to you. Give in with me.”

“No way. Filthy corpse men aren’t really my thing.”

“Not according to what you just told me, sweetheart~ “Your eyes narrow at him, but before you can slap a hand over his dirty mouth- he’s mimicking you with total and embarrassing accuracy. “It’s too bad you’re such a creep, BJ~ Otherwise I mighta- “

“Okay okay okay!” A little too late, but even so- one of your hands seals his mouth tightly shut. Your whole body feels hot, now, and you choose to believe its from embarrassment. “We don’t need a recap.”

“Otherwise, I mighta fucked you~~ “

Ughhh, you forgot he could throw his voice. Fuck him. Fuck the bastard.

But not in that way!

So you take your hand away from his mouth, as you’re becoming increasingly afraid that he’ll lick it soon. “I did not sound that slutty… “

“No, you’re right. You only sound like THAT in my fantasies.”

“Ugh, don’t tell me.”

“Why tell you when I can show ya, huh?” A hand, feeling almost like some kind of creepy crawly, slides down the sides of your body, but with one hostile glare from you he stops short of your ass. Thank god-

“You are disgusting.”

“And it’s kinda hot, right?”

“No!”

“Yes, BJ, you’re so sexy~- “

“Ugh!” He’s mimicking you again! Its so annoying!

So, naturally, you kiss him.

That turns into making-out at a world record speed, and then you’re on the nearest couch grinding back up into him totally on your own accord, and you refuse to think about anything you were just saying. This feels good, this feels like you’ve been waiting forever for it- So, you’ll deal with hating yourself later.

Human!Chucky Lee Ray:

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead, hearing your words- feeling how you’re looking at him- seeing your walk over- before a gross smirk spreads slowly across his face. “Really?~ “

“Wh- “One glance at him shows that he did not at all get that you were just fucking around, and a snort escapes you. “No. Of course not. I’m just bored- so go home, nothing’s happening here. Ever.”

Chucky does not let it go immediately. Instead, his cold eyes are gazing at you with the heat of the sun, still. “Ever… ?”

“Yes, ever.” You say sternly, and quickly- leaving no room for hesitation.

“You sound pretty damn sure of that, toots.” Hands enveloped in his coat pockets, a look that does not make him any less threatening, he takes a casual step towards you. Your body reacts powerfully to the action, the possibility of what might come of it- but you’re a groan adult and keep it to yourself. You know who you should and shouldn’t want, and Charles Lee Ray most certainly belongs in the second group. “But,” He takes another step and now he’s looking down at you, stupid messy hair forming a dark halo around his pale face. “You also sounded pretty sure a moment ago, when you hit on me? I’m confused~ “

“Well let me clear it up for you,” Setting your hands on your hips, you force yourself to glare back into his intimidatingly icy blue eyes and enunciate. “I’m not interested in creepy bums.”

First, his mouth twitches but he manages to hold himself together- But then he all-out laughs, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning backwards. Meanwhile you’re totally taken aback, watching him have a fit over you insulting him. Is he a masochist or something?- “You… hehe… you’re- oh, fuck hold on a moment,” He continues to cackle for another minute, in which you feel that maybe you could just leave… Before, finally, he calms down; Wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Ahhh, fucken bitch you don’t even know how wrong you are.”

Your jaw drops. “What?”

He suddenly drags you the rest of the way to him, wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you against his body. You gasp, and shove him once. “I’m not a bum, doll… I’m fucken crazy. I fucking murder people!”

Your eyes do a little look both ways before settling cautiously on Chucky again. “… My bad?”

“Look,” He starts, having sobered up again by this point. There’s a smirk on his face again that somehow turns you into some kind of Y/N based mush on the inside- even now, after a revelation like that. In fact your stupid feelings may have gotten worse. “Lemme propose somethin’ to ya, heh?”

“… O-kay… “

“Lemme take ya home.”

Ugh, for gods sake, does he ever give up? “No.”

“I’ll show ya how a real man fucks his doll~ “ God god god! This is too much! You’re trying to resist, you swear that you are, but he’s so close, holding you like he truly wants you, and now he’s saying shit like that!- “I betcha you haven’t been screwed right in a long time… Amiright? Only a real psycho can do that, trust me.”

“You’re so fucked up.”

“Exactly.”

At that, you tiredly gaze up at him and… consider.

Freddy Krueger:

A broken gasp flies out when your back hits a wall. Your eyes are wide looking up at the lecherous grin on Freddy’s face, that’s far too close to yours for comfort, and you specifically think- whoops.

That may have been a miscalculation on my part, you think. It seems that Freddy does not, in fact, get that you were just bored. Or maybe he just doesn’t care-

Either way, you’re in deep water now.

Deep, deep water, you add staring back into terrible blue eyes.

Quickly you gather your wits, narrow your eyes and set your jaw at him. “… Don’t even think about it.”

“Think about what?~ “

“Whatever it is you’re thinking!” You exclaim, afraid to even wonder what it could be that he’s thinking for it would surely traumatise you. You don’t need to know, anyway; Its never happening. Now you just need to et out of this all-too-close situation, here-

“Oh- I’m sure I don’t know what you mean!” Oh, Drama King of the century is making a production of this- surprise, surprise. Groaning, you lean back onto the wall and wait for your cue; When Freddy’s acting like this, its best to just go with the flow. But when a sharp, rusty blade comes up between your faces, almost cutting you, you tense up again. “You’re the one that teased me, Princess.”

“I was bored- “You explain, bluntly, but the blade raise sup high near to your eyes and your gaze follows it instinctually- which he loves. He loves watching you keep an eye on the glove, just a hint of fear and also an odd arousal in your eyes as you both know full-well that if he wanted to hurt you, it would be too easy for him.

“Oh- I’m hurt!” The glove goes flat to his chest, now, and you let out a relieved breath as he makes like he’s offended.

“Well!... “ –Wait. Why should you sound apologetic?? “… Good?”

“Sweetheart, you wound me… Daddy’s gonna have to punish you for that.” Freddy informs, nodding his head, and gasp at the sudden turn-around.

“Like hell!”

A long, wooden ruler appears in his non-gloved hand and your jaw actually drops. Why in the world does he have THAT!? “Every time you swear, kitten, Daddy’s gonna have to punish you~ “

You don’t know whether you’re going run, or laugh, and its an odd sensation, culminating into a feeling almost like- Lust… “Please stop referring to yourself as ‘Daddy’, Freddy- “ And please, dear god, don’t call me ‘kitten’- Because yikes.

“Why…? “He asks, smirking, and you’re about to reply ‘because its gross- you’re gross’, but he leans in closer to you still and you forget what you were about to say. You cross your arms over your chest and flatten yourself against the wall better, too. You swear, if he gets any closer to your person, you’re going to explode. “Are ya getting… sssslippery??”

Okay- now you actually do laugh. A snort slips out of you and develops into cackles as you you’re your arms from their defensive position in order to cover your face, before you manage to just shake your head. “No!... No, I think I’m all dried up, actually… Like sandpaper.”

Freddy gives you a look, then, like he knows something you don’t. Yet again you watch him raise the glove, and using a couple blades that whine at the use, he gestures between the two of you. “… You and I both know that’s not true… don’t we now?”

“In your drea- Uhm,” Dear lord, that’s embarrassing, especially with how his eyes light up. “I mean… No. We know no such thing, no.”

“Wanna test?~ “ Gone is the giant ruler, then, leaving just his hand; Bare, and you notice that he’s got good fingers, and its- he’s- an enticing option in all honesty!-

But… But… Oh, fuck, you’re forgetting why this is a bad idea. He’s so close, and he’s making to so clear that all you have to do is stop saying no, so…

One more time- “Get out of my head.”

“Never. Its too much fun here.”

“Then… “Then, you’re out of strength. “Ugh. Just kiss me, then, Freddy.”

Greasy Weasel:

Good god, you’ve never seen Greasy smile like that. You’ve been kidnapped by these assholes a million and one times, it seems, and you’ve seen him in various stages of undress because he’s a whore but this?? This, is terrifying. He’s practically licking his chops at you.

“Oh cariño~ So glad to hear you finally giving in to me~ We have much to try together.”

Oh, god. Your face is totally hot, looking left and right and searching for an immediate exit. Wheezy! “Wheezy, don’t you- where are you going? Don’t you dare leave me alone in here with him!!”

“Who the hell am I to stand in the way of true love?” He doesn’t laugh as he leaves the room, but the cruel delight in his tone evident. Your jaw drops as the door falls shut behind him and you’re left alone with the sex-crazed weasel, furious, before turning back to Greasy- mouth still wide open. This is ridiculous!-

Backing off from him slowly, you raise your hands in defence. “… Greasy come on… I was joking, you know that right?- “ Desperately, you try to reason with him- knowing its no use as he stalks over to you.

“Close your mouth, beautiful one,” Gently, Greasy pushes your mouth shut and that just makes your face even hotter than before- unbearably hot actually- you need a bucket of ice right now. “You’ve already caught me.”

… Is he equating himself to a fly? Is that supposed to be a line?? Oh jesus christ he’s so dumb-

Then, because Greasy is not the type to let an opportunity like this go to waste, he kisses you for the very first time.

He presses his lips right onto yours; Kisses you deep, like he’s been waiting for this for a long damn time- which he has. Meanwhile all you can think is that he’s never been so close to you before, you can smell his horrible cologne and feel his warmth all over and you couldn’t explain what happened next if you wanted to. Because the next thing that happened was that you moaned. Almost like… you’ve been waiting for this a long damn time, too.

You moaned… at Greasy Weasel’s kiss. And you wanted to reach out and pull him closer, too! The feral monkey part of your brain wanted to push the bastard down onto the couch, wrap your legs around his waist and part your lips. Luckily you retained sense enough not to do that, at least. At least!

… But he still heard you moan for him.

And so when he pulls back theirs a shit eating grin on his face that you wish you know you’re going to regret not slapping later on, but right now you’re in shock. Are you crazy? You enjoyed that???

“So the truth comes out~ You want me too~ “

“No!- “

“Ah ah ah, cariño~ There’s no denying your own body~ “

“Oh yes I can!”

“C’mon… “

“Listen here, you will not do that again to me- “

“Sí, I will.”

“Greasy, I swear to GOD- “

Against your wishes, Greasy leans across and smothers your lips with his again and- yes- you could have pulled back; He wasn’t gripping you in anyway and you weren’t cornered.

But- you stood there anyway, rooted to the spot and kissed him back.

Hades:

“Oh… yeah?~ ”

“Kidding!” You snort, turning away from the God and making to walk off. “That’s never gonna happen. See you around, Hade- Oh crap! - “He materialises in front of you again and one look at his face tells you everything. He thinks he has a real shot with you now because you said that one little thing to him!

Oh, damn.

Raising your hands is surrender at Hades, you give a nervous grin. “Really, I was just teasing. I’m sorry. Now, I gotta go- “You try to swerve him again, but he just dissipates into smoke and then abruptly reappears in front of you once again.

“Ah ah ah, c’mon… Secrets out, babe, no need to play hard to get anymore.”

“I’m not playing hard-to-get, I’m playing Escape Room.” You snap quickly, turning to try it one last time… but there’s a tree in your way, of-fucking-course, and it makes you let out a frustrated groan. What!? WHAT!? A TREE? Really??? Sighing and slumping, you turn back to Hades, lolling your head back to look at him in expectancy. “… So, what’s next, then? You kidnap me off the Underworld and force pomegranates down my throat?”

The fire flickering atop his head crackles and a little grin quirks across your lips at his tell-tale tantrum indication. “I did not kidnap Demeter’s kid, that’s a myth. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not into the whole… incest fad, the rest of ‘em are.”

Making a disgusted face, all nose and a big frown, you reach over and give his shoulder a pat. “Well, good for you.”

“Though… I could take you whenever I like. See, up to this point Y/N I’ve been a gentleman.” Now, he slips away from you, gives you room to breath which you do- having not even realised you were holding it in the first place. Why would you??

“Oh? Coulda fooled me.”

“Aha,” The sound is without a hint of amusement at your words, and rather disdain- but Hades doesn’t get mad and he doesn’t turn around. Just goes on. “Anyway- the point is, I could.” The fire flickers up higher this time, making Hades’ excitement at the prospect evident. “But let me tell you, all that kidnapping business- its messy, and time consuming, and I’m a busy man. Besides, no need!” He turns around, and the smirk on his face makes a little fire burst in your insides. You try to ignore it, though, keeping your face straight. “You’ve just made it oh so obvious, babe, that you want me too.” You did what!? You merely flirted!- “So why fuck with the whole kidnapping plight?”

“Uh-… I-… “What do you even say to that? Its also becoming hard to think, under the heat of how he’s looking at you. This has happened before, of course, but all of a sudden you’re struggling to ignore it. “Hades, come on… “

Instead of responding this time, Hades just offers his hand to you. It’s a yes or no question, which should be easy to turn down, but you discover the shocking urge to say yes bubbling up inside you and hesitate.

… Do you really want to reject him?...

Offenderman:

“Hold on, hold on, hold ON! - “The words fly from your lips as soon as Offender turns to you fully, hands folded calmly in his pockets but a deeply amused grin on his face tells you everything that he’s thinking- loud and clear. Body hot under his heavy gaze, despite not having eyes at all, you wonder how on earth you can reign this situation back in… when there’s an acute possibility that you have just opened pandoras box. “… Um, ha… I was joking?”

“Sure… “Tentacles slide out from the little ripped holes in the back of his coat and slither around threateningly, making your eyes widen. You take a step back, more out of formality then real fear, eyeing the appendages hanging in the air prepared to strike at any given moment.

“I was!”

“No, I believe you.” He says, but you hear his tone and know that he’s lying; He doesn’t believe you at all. Offenderman thinks that you want him. Which is a very dangerous thing.

And its- of course, its- crazy! You don’t! No way. Never. No.

“… Okay… “

“Except- “Oh dear lord, here we go. You just fucking knew it. Why, oh why, did you have to be right?? Setting your jaw determinedly, you go to turn on Offender and continue down the hall to somewhere safe and not-so-alone with him, but he teleports in front of you- closer, this time. So he’s really craning his neck down to see you and you’re face-to-face with his chest. You heave a great sigh at the action, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest. “We both know that’s not true… You can hate me all you like but that doesn’t change the fact you wanna fuck the shit outta me. Or have me fuck you; Either way.”

Ugh. Come on, now- “I don’t hate you. I’m disgusted by you.”

“Even better.” He grins, a perverted glee entering his smooth voice.

“And you’re wrong.” You go on contrarily. “The only thing I want from you is for you to leave me alone for once.”

For a blissful moment, Offender doesn’t say a damn word more so that you’re considering another escape attempt, because maybe he’s bored, before he then takes a final step into your personal space and lowers his voice. “… You know,” He purrs. “… We could go with your story, if that’s how it’s gotta be.”

Looking up at him then, you tilt your head to the side quizzically. “What?”

“I won’t tell a soul about this… all you have t’ do is disappear with me for a while. Everyone can keep thinking you have some kinda ‘supernatural resistance to me’, which you and I both know doesn’t fucken exist, and you still get six or seven orgasms from me. Doesn’t that sound good?”

Your mouth falls open. Six of s e v e n!? “N- “

Damnit it- he can tell you’re intrigued, and you know because his evil, sharp smile widens. “Maybe eight.” Oh, hell-

“Eight!?”

“Yeah, that should be enough.”

Oh, you hate yourself for asking, but- “Enough… for what?”

“Well that’s the point you mortals usually get so fucken dumb you can’t count anymore.”

Okay… your face feels like an oven now. “That’s… I… “And you’re tongue-tied now! Oh, fantastic…

“But… you gotta tell me you want it. Consent and all that- and besides… I wanna hear it. So c’mon.” You’re shaking you head, but no words escape your lips, because you’re afraid of what might come out if you try, but Offender’s backing you into a wall now and when your back bumps into the old dusty wallpaper Slender hasn’t bothered to update in 2 centuries he ends up so close to you that you can feel the warmth of his much larger frame against yours. God, you can hear your blood pumping loudly in your ears, and your brains feeling fuzzy, and you’re suddenly very aware of the fact that the two of you are alone.

Which means- no witnesses. No one would know if you just… if you didn’t even say anything. You wouldn’t need to. Just nod, or reach out to him, or just drop to your knees even… Fuck.

“It’d be just between you and me, doll.”

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plots / Includes: These are each inspired by texts from the Unsent Project- so this is gonna be heartbreaking 😅 . Enjoy XD

(Also- the ratings at the end of the blurbs is how upsetting it is at least in my opinion, for your convenience XD 😅 0 is happy, 5 is sad, 10 is dark. Remember these are my opinions so take them with a grain of salt and proceed cautiously if you think anything will trigger you ^^ I'm just trying this out)

Bo Sinclair x ChildhoodSweetheart!Reader- whatever happen to us, remember that i always loved you and always will. Your parting words to your childhood sweetheart before you leave town. || 6-7 1/2 out of 10

Captain Hook x Reader- i don’t hate you. i’m sorry it ended how it did. An affirming moment between two people who used to love each other. || 4-5 out of 10

Cruella De Vil x Model!Reader- you did a damn good job of hurting me, but not good enough i’m healing. You call her up and say some things that satisfying your fricken soul. || 8-9 out of 10 (its angry)

Hades x Reader- even when I get over you and all that you’ve done for me, i’ll never forget the happiness. This one’s about an ex-lover of the lord of the dead who, if you asked, would never say a bad thing about him. And how he responds. || 2-3 out of 10

Inkubus x Reader- if you had said something earlier it would have been you. He finally admits he really wants you which is all you’ve wanted for the last 5 years but its awful because its too late and you cant do this with him now. || 6-7 out of 10

Laughing Jack x Reader- i hope you can forgive me one day. i’m sorry i didn’t say goodbye when u left. i love you. These are the words L.J wishes he could send you, but that part of him that can admit those things out loud died a long time ago. || 5-6 out of 10

Wheezy Weasel x Reader- the universe keeps putting us in the same place at the same time and you still refuse to come to me. Wheezy is sick and tired of letting you leave every time you two find your ways back to eachother so he lays it all out on the table for you. || 5!!! out of 10

Warnings: Heartbreak and angst throughout. But also mentions of Mr and Mrs Sinclair (Neglect and abusive parenting), break ups, past break ups, caring about eachother but not getting back together, kind of psychotic reader in Cruella’s, being in mutual love but not being together, death of reader, gratuitous swearing, inner struggles, L.J struggling with his emotional trauma, break ups, immoveable objects, etc. Also unedited.

Bo Sinclair: whatever happen to us, remember that i always loved you and always will

Bo always had a deficiency in love- his parents never truly loved him and in a house like that you learn to protect yourself. You have to learn to protect yourself so your heart doesn’t break daily. You could tell this was in him, or it wasn’t in him, from the moment you met Bo when the two of you were 5. He just had that… air. And little five-year-old you, in overalls and mud, felt for him.

Since then, you did everything you could to make him feel loved, because honestly? From the second moment you met him he was. Sure, at first it was just puppy love; A little kid looking at another little kid and thinking he would look perfect next to a picket fence walking a cute dog, or in a church holding your hand. Despite that it was more then enough fodder to build a lifelong relationship from, developing rapidly over the years from being sandbox buddies to sneaking out of your window at night after a fight with your parents just to spend the night in his truck with him. To making out behind school for the first time and ending up with a kissing rash you hid by staying home for days. To him inviting you to prom. At 16 the two of you were the steadiest couple in town. And you were right when you were a kid- he would look good in a church holding your hand, now.

… Your heart still pangs like hell in your chest when you even just remember that that is never going to happen, though.

Because you cant stay and he cant leave.

He’s never going to walk that dog (Skippy you’d named it in your head over the years, after the peanut butter Bo liked) by that damn picket fence you would’ve taken such good care of. You would never get married, though it felt something like torture inside knowing that you two would not share a future at all.

Bo always had a deficiency in love- it came from his parents and you tried like hell to put him back together but looking at him now, your bags in the backseat and the drivers side of your car open, waiting for you… and him standing there all sweet and charismatic, like he’s not bothered by this when he raged last night in the darkness of your back yard… you can see it never really got fixed. Nothing you can do could ever repair what they broke. And it destroys you inside.

Sniffing, you carefully lay your hands on his shoulders just to feel him a last time, maybe commit him to memory. The darkness over his eyes from the baseball cap on his head hides the dark look inside him that you saw last night. You give him a serious look, nudging your forehead against the rim of his hat. You take a deep breath in, for saying goodbye with-

-He immediately shakes his head, leaning back from you. “Don’t say it.”

“Bo- “

“Naww, don’t say it.” Theres a good-humoured smirk on his face but the tone in his voice is not joking. He’s not joking. “Y’can still stay. C’mon, I’ll help you unpack- “

“Bo,” You start again, insisting and closing the space between you two again. Persistently, you catch his eye before speaking again, waiting until he’s still and he’s paying attention.

… Then you take another deep breath and lean your forehead softly against the rim of his hat, this time. “Whatever happens to us- I need you to know-… I always loved you, and always will.”

Then you squeeze your eyes shut, squeeze your fingers into his shoulders one last time, and then break away into the car.

Captain Hook: i don’t hate you. i’m sorry it ended how it did

Of all the things to see outside your window at night, this had to be one of the most surprising. Sure, its true that he used to visit you at your window every night, you would leave the window open for him, but its been years since then and now the window is closed and latched. And yet, he’s here.

Even so, you move forward a moment after you see him and unlock the window for him once again- then step back and wrap your dressing gown tightly around your body; eyes wide as they flicker up and down his body. “Is everything okay??- “

“Everything is fine, my dear.” A terrible pang rings throughout your chest at him calling you that, a twisted echo of the reaction you used to have to his pet name for you. A lot can change in 3 years, you suppose… but that doesn’t mean you like it. “I just… I wished to… ask you something.”

This experience is almost surreal, for you. Dreamy. Having Hook turn up at your window again after all this time has been a dream - no, nightmare, - for you since you said goodbye; You imagined all the things he might say, the way he might beg for you back and the way he might come back just to have a last word with you… you were never sure which was worse. Whether you hate them or still care about them, its always awful when your ex comes back. Its always painful.

You’re not quite sure which one this is. Looking warily at him, you arms crossed over your chest, you feel the cold air coming in from around him on your face and shake your head “… Why don’t you come inside?”

“… thank you, but no.”

“Why not??”

“I don’t think I’ll be staying for long, to be frank. Can I ask my question now, dear?”

“I… “Taking a deep breath in to strengthen yourself, you nod. “I suppose. Go ahead… “

Something in his face shifts then, something vulnerable appears. “Well I.. I- I’ve been thinking lately, about our time together. I had a dream, and… “ His eyes flicker away from yours for a moment, and you know he had dream like yours. You sympathise, but sympathy is a dangerous game and you can’t fall back into old feelings for him- it would be too much, having to start again from the beginning getting over him. So you fold your arms tighter and lift your chin, holding it in when he looks at you again. “And I couldn’t get it out of my head. Smee, that… blundering fool… suggested I come here and ask you myself, so- I- I just have to know, my dear… do you harbour any ill-feelings towards me, still? I know that we ended things and it was unpleasant but I would really regret it if… if you hated me, for anything I said at that time.”

At this you cant help it, your expression immediately softens and your arms loosen against your chest almost entirely. You feel bad for him. And you would never want him to ever think that.

You??? Hating him?????

You couldn’t.

“No… no no no- I- I could never- “ God, you’re a blubbering idiot. Taking a deep breath to calm down and possibly manage a complete sentence, you start again. “… I don’t hate you. I’m sorry for how it ended.”

The two of you just look at eachother, then. Searching eachothers faces for any of the malice that you remember from those last weeks- it wasn’t that you suddenly disliked each other though, it just… some things… sometimes two people aren’t meant to be for that long.

And thankfully, its not there.

A warm smile crinkles the corners of Hooks eyes, and he nods. “As am I.”

Cruella De Vil: you did a damn good job of hurting me, but not good enough i’m healing

“Arghhhh!” The frustrated scream is muffled by the pillow you have pressed against your face but its still loud, and you don’t feel better afterwards when you pull your warm face away from the pillow and force a deep breath. When that doesn’t work either you stand up, throw the pillow on the floor and stomp down on it.

Its childish, you know. But you are pissed.

Not only did she just stop answering your calls, stop looking at you at work, stop asking for your presence - like it was some switch!, - , but now she’s fired you!??

This. Bitch.

“How the fuck could she do this??” You hiss, storming to one side of your little studio apartment- then whipping around storming to the other side. “I am the face of that stupid fucking company!” With that, you snatch up a cushion from the couch this time on your way across the room. Its one she gave you, made of precious fur so she wouldn’t have to totally slum it in your apartment the rare times that she visited. You stop and stare at it for a few moments, fury bubbling and rising inside you at the sight of the stiff, uncomfortable black-and-white thing before you finally whip around again and go to your desk. There you grab a pair of scissors and stab them into the ugly thing.

That feels good. So you rip the scissors out again and cut a sizeable chunk out of one of the corners.

It cuts surprisingly easily and you sit down for a few minutes at your desk just cutting away at it until all you have now is a pile of feathers and fur. When its finished, you’re a little calmer and pick up your polaroid camera from the very edge of your desk. Snap!

“Hmmm,” You smirk, shaking out the polaroid until it shows the picture. “Cruella will appreciate this nailed to her office door I think… god I sound like a psycho… “For a moment, you consider chopping up the photograph, instead- but instead just shrug. “Honestly oh-fucking-well.“

Cruella made you this way. She can reap the rewards.

“… fucking hell… “As you sit by the ex-cushion and its innards, you feel an almost sadness looking at it. You remember how she bought in the first place, yes to jazz up your home a little bit so she doesn’t feel uncomfortable in the low-rent district,… but also so she could be there when you were sick that one time. That was shockingly warm, of her. You thought after that, that she actually cared about you.

Then your face goes sour again, anger licking at your heart like flames. Because despite that, she did this to you. Somewhere between then, and now, she decided that you weren’t in fact worth it. She changed her mind. Like you were an option on the fucking menu.

Slamming the scissors down on the desk and dropping the polaroid, you stalk across the room back to your bed. You throw pillows off of it until you find your cell phone, that she gave you, and punch in the numbers that would get you her.

When the ringing stops and the line clears, and you can hear her breath in to say something, you immediately speak first. As far as you are concerned- she has nothing to say. “How dare you- I am a supermodel you heinous, ice cold, disgusting old freak. Your company is going to crumble without me to wear your rags and you’ll- ughh! You’ll- “ What? She’ll regret this? She’ll miss you? She’ll want you back? You know in your heart that none of that will happen. And it kills you. “Agh! I’ll- I’ll find something better. I’ll be much happier working for- being with, someone else. I promise.” Are you promising her, or yourself??? Either way this screeching has calmed you down some, and now you’re just standing there with one hand on your hip, breathing carefully. “… you know what? You hurt me real bad, Cruella, you did a fantastic job. But not good enough- I’m gonna heal.” As soon as you say it you know its true, and a semblance of sanity returns to your mind.

Then you hang up and, for good measure, you throw the cell phone at a wall with all your might- smashing it into pieces.

Hades: even when I get over you and all that you’ve done for me, i’ll never forget the happiness

“Even when I get over this and you and everything we had- I’ll never forget how happy you made me.” Those would be your last words to him. Those were perfect, you thought. He needed to know that despite this not working between you both anymore, that he would still never be a villain in your life. A lot of people make those assumptions about him and just because you were finished, you would never revert to being on of them. He made you happy for a long time when you thought you wouldn’t be that again and that will never be erased by anything. Not to you.

So, giving one final teary smile, you then turned around and walked away.

Its many many years later when you see eachother again. You’re much, much older now and your heart stopped beating. He meets you at the gate, not something he does with just everyone, and he smirks at you just like he used to.

Its nice, that he still looks at you the same now as he did back then. It makes you feel warm inside, despite being dead.

“So… welcome back.” Are the first words he says to you in so long, and you give a warm smile in response. Sure, you should be scared… you’re dead… but looking at him, you just can’t be. “How bout I show you to your bunk for the next eon?”

Nodding yes, you follow him nervously past the gates and past the river styx. You’re surprised, walking by that- aren’t you going in there?? You thought you would… But Hades keeps moving, not looking back as he leads you deeper into the Underworld. Past the throne room you’re familiar with, past a big iron door with Asphodel Meadows indented into it… to a similar door with Elysium on it. Your eyes widen, stepping back- but Hades’ smoke creates a barrier behind you so you cant get away. It gathers against your back and softly nudge you forward again.

There’s no way- you don’t deserve-

“Uh uh uh… not so fast, babe, you belong here. Look- “ Hades speaks and your wide-eyed attention is immediately on him again, waiting for a good explanation for this. You never in your wildest dreams thought you would ever end up- “I know when our thing ended I was aaa… lets say a little cold. But- I need you to know that wasn’t because I didn’t like you anymore. Babe, damn, you’re still my favourite mortal. And… “The odd, unfamiliar, empathetic look on his face transforms once more to a smirk now. “I heard all the nice things you’ve been sayin’ about me all these years. Remember, I got ears everywhere.”

Oh- well- you’re about to say something, but a smoke tendril wraps itself around your mouth. Hades holds up a finger. “Not just yet. I just wanted to show my gratitude and… “He pushes the door open, which creaks from absolute lack of use over the years, and what’s you see inside is beyond your wildest daydreams. There is absolutely no way he is sending you in there- “Welcome to your final resting place, sweetheart. You like?”

The smoke all over you slips away, then, you’re free. And without thinking, you step towards the doorway.

Its beautiful… and you can’t wait to be there. Is he really sending you there??? Glancing at him, he nods and you look back at Elysium. You take another step, putting your hand gently on the inside doorhandle.

Elysium. You can’t believe it.

“Y/N- “

“Hades,” You finally speak, turning to him before you just go and step inside without saying a word to him. If you did that, you would regret it forever. When he looks back at you, you give a gentle shrug. “I promised, Hades.”

This grin on his face now, is genuine. He loves you- he is always going to love you. This is the reason you couldn’t stay together, because one day you would die and it would be too hard on him. You’re so sorry that the separation changed nothing… but a small, selfish part of you is glad he still loves you too.

… But instead of saying that, making this harder on him, you just give another warm smile, a thank you, and then turn around and walk away.

Inkubus: if you had said something earlier it would have been you

You are literally looking at him in horror. You didn’t think before this that anyone in real life would truly have the power to horrify you to this degree, but he has done it. Honestly if anyone could, you’re not surprised it was him, but you do wish he would shut up now.

By the time he’s finished your eyes are downcast, you can’t even look at him. He comes back for the first time after a year and… and this!? 5 minutes ago the last thing he said to you was I’m going away for a little while, watch my plants and now its I shouldn’t have left like that. I’m in love with you???

You have no clue how to respond. You want to tell him to leave now, you want to say get fucked, how dare you, you want to slam the door closed so hard the walls shake and crumble, you actually pray for a hole to open up under you and take you away to somewhere where he isn’t looking at you anymore.

“Uhh… “Eyes flickering up towards the porch light to keep your eyes dry, you delicately cross your arms around your stomach and then tighten them there. Then you take a deep breath, and look square at him- you hope he scan see the rage and the hurt in them. You wish it would make him step away, back down, apologise. “So a year ago… when I said to you… if you think you’ll ever want me back then tell me now… were you listening??”

He senses the absolute storm in you but he doesn’t step away, or back down, or apologise. He takes a step forward, reaching out for you. “I always listen to you- “

“Oh-” Fiercely rolling your eyes, you twist away from him and pull your hand up and out of his reach. He always listens to you?? “Because I was asking you that because I needed to know, if I should let go of any dumb hope that the man I wanted would actually ever actually love me back, or if I should wait- because I would’ve waited. I really would’ve… “Looking at him now, you remember that part for definite. You loved him, you wanted him, you would’ve waited… however long, he needed. “Do you remember what you said, Inkubus?? It was important, so you should remember it. You better.”

You watch him and see the very moment the memory flickers through his head; The wince that follows… you almost feel the regret that must burn in his chest. “I said- “The sharp look in your eyes makes him stop. You do not want to hear them again. “I see… “

“Yeah.”

“I don’t suppose I could make it up to you, for that grievous mistake on my part?”

Here was the man you wanted so badly for the past 5 years, finally finally begging for you- actually begging. You know if you only said yes, just closed the door behind you and nodded he would grin at you and your insides would turn to goop, he’d kiss you just the way you imagined - and damn it did you imagine. Which is just wasted time, now, - and he would take it from there. It would be so easy to do. You might even be happy with the decision…

But then you take a deep breath and look away from him. Remember how he left and you had pick up your pieces and do this fucking thing on your own.

So, no. No.

You can’t.

Now your voice has lost all the unrestrained venom from before, all the anger, and you’re just tired and sad. “If you had said something earlier… “ God, it would have been so different… “But no. No. Its too late.”

“Y/N- “

You close the door.

Laughing Jack: i hope you can forgive me one day. i’m sorry i didn’t say goodbye when u left. i love you

L.J’s POV

“Just send it.” I growl, an almost feral edge to my tone that I cant say I’m fully proud of. “Put. It. In. It’s just a bloody letter Jack. Now!- “

The letter nearly slips into the slot this time, but I see Y/N’s face in my head for a moment, just a moment, and they’re pretty as ever but they’re reading the letter. They’re reading the letter, finishing it, and then setting it aside. They do not respond to me.

The letter swerves and goes over the top, slipping down the backside of the letterbox, instead.

“Aghh!” I’m heaving. This is ridiculous! What!? Why can’t I- “My god.” Dropping to my knees on the ground, I reach underneath the letterbox with one of my long arms and collect the now dusty, dirty letter back again. I sigh. “Of course.”

Slowly getting back up to my feet, I look at the letterbox with a frown on my lips. I have to do this. I have to tell them…

Okay. Taking a deep breath and puffing out my chest, I inwardly pump myself up for this. I think I need to, considering how hard this seems to be. Let’s go Jack, we can do this, we’re very very close. Just one more try. Come on. Here we go-

I accidentally picture Y/N again at exactly the wrong moment. This time it’s a memory; This actually happened. And its horrible.

Before my eyes, seemingly, I see them animatedly explaining why they have to leave to me - because they got an amazing job opportunity, a fact I’m surprised I remember considering I was blocking them out at this point, - , that they’re so very sorry - something I definitely didn’t care to hear at the time, - , and then… inviting me to see them off the next day. Say goodbye properly.

… But the next day came and I didn’t go to see them off… The letter once again mises its target. I saved myself from that unnecessary pain of saying goodbye. Didn’t I?

I’ve been so sure about that, for a while… But not so much, lately. No. Suddenly I regret it. I’m thinking maybe I should have been there, maybe it would have been better. Perhaps I wouldn’t still have this nagging itch in my chest every time I think about them. I wish I would have… been there…

And now I just want to tell them that. They need to know that I’m sorry I didn’t go, or say goodbye to them when they left.

That I hope they forgive me.

I love them.

But I am apparently physically incapable of sending this bloody letter!

Wheezy Weasel: the universe keeps putting us in the same place at the same time and you still refuse to come to me

Creaaaaaaaaaaaak- “Oh, shoot.”

“Mmm… toldya that floorboards a little loose.” Wheezy mumbles sleepily, cracking his eyes open to see you caught with your boot just pulled on but not laced up yet. He immediately sees what’s happening, and those scary steel eyes narrow at you. Oh, no. You were really hoping to avoid that. “… Goin’ somewhere?”

“I… “ Searching for the words gets you nowhere; There are no words to sufficiently explain yourself in a flattering light. You’re running away- again.

“Its kinda early.”

“Wheezy, I- “ You try again, but he’s already climbing out of bed and fixing his sleeves. Watching him, you wait for the way he’ll shut down and let you go like he always does. It hurts, but you’re used to it. And you’re sure it hurts him when he sees that you’re leaving, so… you’re even. You owe it to him to stay and see the moment he gives up on whatever’s between the two of you every time.

“No.” Is all he says, and you’re a little surprised. No?? What does no mean??? You open your mouth to ask, concerned, but he says it again; Head still down and eyes not on you as he finished rolling up his sleeves. “No.”

“No??”

He lifts his eyes to see you again and you’re struck with the utter intensity of them. “No, yer not leavin’ again.”

Jaw dropping, you look around- searching inside yourself for the words again- this time to say yes, you are. You have to, this isn’t good for either one of you. Sorry. “… Actually- “

“Y/N,” Suddenly he’s in front of you and his hand’s on your face and his eyes are soft on you now and god- you could give up right there. He is such kryptonite to you, its unbelievable. “Just stay this time, huh? Just fer breakfast- its Greasy’s day, so you don’t haveta worry about anything. And it might actually taste good, considering the boss aint cookin’.”

“I can’t stay for breakfast… “

“Why’s that?”

“You know why!”

Eyes going cold again like a switch, Wheezy gives a frustrated sigh in front of you and closes his eyes; Letting his hand fall down to your shoulder, instead. “… why can’t you believe this could work?”

What kind of question is that? Exasperated and desperate to just leave, you step away from him, edging towards the door. “Because it never does!- “

He looks at you again and he looks so damn frustrated, throwing his arm out for emphasis. It’s surprising, he’s usually so cool. “ - Because you always run away! What are you scared of, Y/N??” He comes in close to you again and you feel like a bowl of soup- “The universe keeps putting us together over and over again- and you still refuse to come to me.” His voice is quiet, and soft as it can be after years of chain smoking, and it’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to you… in a crappy low-rent apartment downtown smelling faintly of pee, no less. “… Why’s that??”

You have no idea what to say to second part, so you elect to ignore it. Its easier. “… I’m not scared- “

“Really?? You coulda fooled me.”

“Wheezy, I-… This is dangerous, for me.” You can feel the pressure building up, hear the blood pumping in your ears. You have not wanted to admit this part, you have wanted to keep it buried so as to not hurt him but it’s about to come out and you can’t stop it. “This stuff that you do for Smartass, and the judge… I can’t be mixed up in all that! I could get hurt. And… I can’t-… I can’t… “

“… y’cant put yourself in that situation for a guy.” He realises slowly, on his own. And it’s a small relief… though really, really small.

You want to tell him it’s not true, that he is so worth it because truly, honestly, he is and you love him… but… “Yeah,” You let out, more as breath then an actual admission. But he hears it.

And he understands, too. He nods and actually looks like he understands you. Which just makes it worse for you! He’s fucking perfect, what the hell!? “I get that… “

“Thank you… “

… When it’s clear that Wheezy isn’t going to stop you this time, you sit down on the edge of the bed and silently do up your boot laces. Wheezy carefully sits down next to you, reaching to get your jacket for you and hold it silently while you finish your boots. When you do finish, you turn to him and he hands it to you, forcing a small smile.

For a moment more you just sit there, wondering how you could possibly say goodbye to him. Really, say goodbye. Because you don’t think… you’re ever going to do this again. Not after this. Its over.

You can feel your heart breaking as you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Wheezy.”

“Love ya, baby.”

“Oh I love you too.” You sigh out, pausing only a moment more to let it sink in, then take a deep breath and leave the room.

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You've been sending me perfect asks on my blog... So now I shall retaliate >:) (I know you probably know who this is, but I got too embarrassed to send this from my normal blog and I couldn't figure out how to switch blogs for asks 😅)

- Freddy lightly dragging his blades over your shoulders and back to get a reaction out of you. He can use his dream magic to control how sharp the blades are (I hope) so it can be completely safe texture play.

- (im mot sure exactly how you feel about Audrey... But i do know you like their voice~) Audrey II crooning and sweet talking to you while you're trying to do your work. They can't exactly sneak up behind you and whisper in your ear, but that doesn't mean they don't can't make you flustered with what they say.

- You're on a hunting trip with Jim Bickerman and whoever else is with him. You all settle down for the night, but there seems to not be enough tents for all of you. There's only one tent left, and you and Jim are the only ones who don't have one yet... And that old man is looking at you with that damn smirk of his, "Well, ain't this quite the predicament sweetheart~?"

- Being in a relationship with Wheezy and Greasy... And they both get ~in the mood~ at the same time. How would you go about this?

- Cruella designing specific outfits she wants to see you in, just for you... Including clothes to wear when you're supposed to be waiting for her~

I wanted to add more... But I ran out of ideas XD I hope you like these 😏 XD

AHHH! Yes!! I am so glad you have been enjoying my asks!! Their will be more!! And thankkkk you so much for these <3<3 I HAD to write some of them XDD Just like, excerpts ^^

Includes/Warnings:

Audrey II x Reader- Voice kink, sexual references, human/plant relations, manhandling, and someeee... touching. 🙃🙃🙃😅 (Not explicit)

Cruella De Vil x AFAB!Reader- ... you must know at this point I cannot hold myself back with Cruella XD 😅 So this one is explicit... It describes pictures she has drawn of you in those outifts... and in some particular positions.

Greasy Weasel x AFAB!Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel- Threesome!! Cunt eating (Greasy) and dirty talk/teasing (Wheezy). Also I think reader is in some sorta space. Tiny bit of a sharp teeth kink. R e a l l y explicit.

Jim Bickerman x Fem!Reader- Established relationship, semi-public sexual shenanigans, getting caught (Semi-explicit)

Audrey II:

"Y/N... " A vine moseys over to your desk after a short amount of silence and prods the squishy area of skin at your middle, and you respond by wrapping your arm around your tummy; Not looking over at the overgrown Venus fly trap. Not paying them any of the attention they crave. "baby... doll... watcha doin'?"

"Working, Audrey, shush." You keep your voice even, which you know will drive them crazy, and continue writing.

"Shu- Me?? Oh no, darlin', I don't think so!~ " The vine that poked at your tummy fat lifts towards your desk instead, then- but you push it away before he can snatch your homework away. They gasp. "Excuse me??"

"I'm really busy right now, I'll entertain you later."

For a moment they manage to stay quiet, but you can practically feel the cogs turning in their brain. You know your study time is not going to last long. "... Hmmm... " He hums, the sound sending a little shameful tingle all the way through you; Making you squeeze your eyes closed for a moment and cross one leg over the other, before refocusing on your work. No, no. The damn plant will not distract you today. You have got to get this essay done!! "I gotta say baby... I have to disagree with you~ "

"Good thing you don't get a say- " You're cut off when 4 vines wrap around the legs of your chair and suddenly tear you around to face him; dragging you closer and closer in the chair towards the corner Audrey lives in. Theirs a big smirk on the horrible fauna's huge mouth, and you know you have to get out now. Quickly you hop off the chair and rush back to your desk, gathering up your things in your arms. "Audrey, I'm just gonna go study at the library. I'll be back later toni- "

"Oh no no sweetheart~ Not so fast~ " Oh god, the way they call you sweetheart has you freezing totally still for a moment-

-And that, was all the time Audrey needed to wrap one of their thicker vines around your middle and slowly drag your body towards them this time; Causing you to drop some things, along the way. "Oh!- My stu- "

"Don't worry about it, baby! We're doin' something else, now~ Now c'mon... I wanna see you writhe... "Fuck. "... so go ahead and let go a' those books for me. Let go, baby... " You get the feeling he must mean to let go of more then just your books when he says it like that, but you refuse to let go of anything.

"Audrey, this is important." You beg, holding your books tight against your chest even as he tugs at them from the bottom. "I- "

"Don't you want me to be nice to you??... Y/N, I can be so goddamn nice... You don't know how nice~ I can be to you, yet... But I'll show ya!~ I'll show ya the ropes~ " At that, the vine around your waist shifts upwards a little bit, pulling up your shirt with it, and another vine curls into the waistband of your bottoms. "I can be your best friend, baby!"

Eyes wide, surprised at how this night is progressing and even more horrified that you don't want it to stop- not with Audrey talking to you like this- you let them steal your books and take them away. The huge, inhuman grin on Audrey's 'face' broadens, and that same vine comes back to wrap around your hair and hold it back from your face- and take control over your head. "Ah- "

"Don't worry baby. We're gonna have some fun tonight... just you and me... "

Cruella De Vil:

You hadn't seen this book, before. Which was odd, because Cruella often used the same brand for her sketches- always the same sleek, black leather binding and impossibly crisp paper you're cutting yourself on.

This one was no different. And she dropped it on your desk just the same as she always did, with enough force to send any loose papers flying so she could roll her eyes at you and complain that your desk is a disgusting mess as always. She even told you what you were to do with it, like you hadn't done it a million times before. Like you were unaware of the drill, even at this point. Because apparently you're an idiot.

It was all quite normal.

That is, until you opened the book so you could make copies of the sketches for manufacturing to keep. Until you looked at the new sketches.

Immediately you thrust the pages hard against your chest as fast as you can, dreading anyone else seeing what you just saw and looking around to make sure that you're alone in the room. Because- porn.

It was porn. There was no other way to describe it, from the... graphic positions the women were in, to the almost lack of clothes entirely. Being Cruella's assistant, you had seen plenty of lingerie sketches before, but they were usually tasteful! These... from what you saw before you hid them, they were just...

Obnoxiously horny.

Eyes wide and nervous, you slowly pull the book away from your chest to look again, so so curious despite your embarrassment and hot cheeks, and- yep. Definitely. Still porn. Cruella De Vil had sat in her glass office today looking oh so professional, and drawn porn.

... You cant stop looking at them. They're great, actually. You can feel your pussy throb, as your thumb runs over the center of a particularly well-done sketch; One where the woman is sat down with her knees spread wide and her head tuned away, eyes closed. Her cunt's open and shaded red, the only colour Cruella has added to the sharp, black-and-white pages.

You're so unbelievably hot at these pictures, just looking at them - distracted by particular parts of them, - , that at first you don't read the labelling at all. Cruella's handwriting in this book is all in cursive, and you have to focus to read it, but when you do begin to go through the notes... you feel yourself get even hotter.

Your name is all over the pages. Y/N in fur, written on top of a woman stood terribly naked, wearing just a fur hat and fur boots. Y/N in silk, written beside the woman with her beautiful red pussy bare on the page and a very shiny silk chemise bunched up around her hips. Y/N in chiffon, written beside a woman wearing just a long chiffon skirt and arms raised away from her confidently bare chest. Y/N in satin, written beside a woman with her hands on her hips, holding a long satin robe back from hiding her body- at all.

Y/N in- Y/N in- Y/N in-

After a while, and your eyes are the size of saucers while your underwear is absolutely soiled, you plop down finally in a chair by the photo copier and turn to the last page. Theirs a sticky note on it, but you peel it off in order to see the final picture, and give a choke gasp at the image Cruella's drawn for you.

An absolutely tasteless picture of a woman - you, - bent over a familiar desk, with your feet spread wide so your ass and cunt are on full display to anyone looking. The angle is from just above, as if you're standing just behind the woman - you, - and she's preparing to take you in. God, you can feel yourself clenching at the sight- the thought- the idea-

Is this what Cruella wants? Does she want you like this? Does she want to fuck you this badly??

As if as an after thought, you look at the sticky note.

Y/N,

My Office. Later tonight after everyone leaves.

Cruella De Vil

Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel:

You were already with Greasy when Wheezy walked into the room, and he knew damn well what the two of you were up to- he always knew- he just doesn't always want to do it too. He doesn't have as big a drive as the two of you do.

But evidently today is one of the days where he does want to fuck, he is in the mood. This is evident when he walks in and locks the door behind him; not taking his cool eyes, dark with lust, on you with Greasy's mouth moving on- against- around your cunt.

Wheezy's eyes flicker up to your face, raising his brows- as if asking, if theirs room for one more.

You open your mouth to tell him yes, of course, but its Greasy who responds. He didn't see the question Wheezy silently posed, but he can tell since you're not freaking out that someone has come in right now, that it has to be your other boyfriend. He pops his mouth off of you, though he doesn't take his eyes off of it at all, mesmerised by what is definitely one of his favourite things in the world, and instead just moves to rub his thumb against your clit. "Welcome in, el fumador... help yourself~ we're just beginning here... "

... Wheezy smirks, rolling his sleeves up more securely and strolling over to the bed, leaning over you as you move your head to see him. He gives you a little hello kiss when you crane your neck back because he's right beside the bed now, and strokes your hair for a moment.... Then his eyes slide right back down to Greasy and what he's doing to you, and how slick you are, and a mischievous look that makes you even hornier flickers in his eyes. "Really, Grease? Looks like you've been workin' her for- damn. Hours, now. She looks like she's ready to pop."

"I'm just that good, I guess!~ "

"Mhm... "

Needy and non-verbal, you just reach for Wheezy's shirt collar and drag him back down to you and your parted lips as Greasy connects his mouth to you once again; Slipping your tongue immediately into his mouth while your other boyfriend devours your cunt like his favourite meal. You kiss Wheezy with all the want you're feeling, meshing your mouths together slowly but licking his tongue so dirty you would feel embarrassed, if you weren't so close. He reciprocates, easily giving you what you want, taking care of his needy, desperate girl without even touching you anywhere inappropriate.

He pulls away too soon, and you let out a sad little whine, as he brushes a thumb over your lips and gives a smokey chuckle. He's still so close! Why is he doing this?- "Its okay, baby, its alright... we're gonna take care of you... "

"Please- "

"Y'feel Grease down there?? Does that feel good?" Quickly you nod, your fingers still curled around Wheezy's collar. It feels really, really good- his tongue is so deep- "Make sure y'tell him how good he's doing, cutie, he deserves some praise dontcha think??"

Eyes wide, you nod again. Greasy does deserve it. "Its so- so good- "

"Hear that Grease?? So, so good... "

Greasy moans and nods into your most private place and it has you bucking, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep from making a terribly load sound- which just makes him chuckle against you, sharp teeth brushing against your delicate skin.

"Now... lay down, baby. I need a little something, too today. Its been a hard week... " Your eyes slip downwards towards Wheezy's hands as he unbuckles his belt, causing your mouth to actually water. "... and you wanna help me out, dontcha? Yeahhh, I know you do... you're a good baby... " As you nod once again, eager to please, Wheezy gives another smirk; looking down to Greasy. "Isn't she, Grease?"

In responce, Greasy shows you both as he shoves his hand down in his own pants.

Jim Bickerman x Reader:

To your credit, you did try to keep it to a goodnight kiss tonight.

... The key word being try. When you noticed him watching you in that way that reminds you he's a hunter while you were just getting comfy in your sleeping bag, you had asked him what? And when he had acted all innocent like he hadn't been practically licking his chops at you, you explained that you were not having sex in this tent tonight because a. the tent is not sound proof and b. it was inappropriate. The poor men you're camping with did not need to experience that.

And you didn't need to be looking them in the eyes the next day knowing that they are now privy the sound you make when the creepy old man hits that particular spot deep inside you, to be frank.

You even said goodnight, and held the sleeping bag over your head.

But fuckkkkkkkkk you cant help yourself. You're almost as bad as Jim is- actually, scratch that almost. You are as bad. That's why he's so perfect.

All of 2 minutes later, you were giving a groan at your own lack of self control (You've really got to work on that), crawling out of your sleeping bag (Pulling the flannel Jim leant you, or you stole from him, tight around you to shield you from the cold), and finding yourself straddling him. From below he gives a smirk, about to say something like I told you so, or I thought so, or ha ha- but you just silently shake your head at him and lean down to kiss him. Like no- nope. No gloating. If you gloat sir, you die.

For a while its just kissing, his beard rubbing against your face and the brim of his hat grinding into your forehead until you take it off him- chucking to an unknown corner of the tent. This makes him chuckle, as you release his mouth to breath and give him a bemused grin, nose scrunched up slightly at him, before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and then his clothed shoulder.

He curls his fingers into the loops in your jeans - you hadn't bothered to get changed to go to sleep, it was way too cold, - and tugged your hips against his. "Mmm... I can feel you all hot and throbbing, sweetheart... somethin' you wanna tell me? Maybe you don't think this is so inappropriate??... " When you lift yourself up to give him a deadpanned look, his eyes light up very purposefully and he makes 'oh' sound. "Orr, maybe you like that... "

You just hold up a finger, like quiet, before kissing him again. This time he doesn't let that be it, disconnecting his mouth from yours way too soon in favour of leaning up a little whispering in your ear. "Your mess in your pants is distractin' me. I'm gonna need you to take them off... "

"Hm~" You hum, leaving him and standing up the best you can in the small tent to wriggle out of your jeans, kicking them off into the same corner his hat went so you're left in your shirt and Jim's blue flannel. Jim eagerly undoes his own pants then, too, so when you lower yourself back onto him you can easily access the poor man's painfully hard cock, sitting hot and impatient underneath you, behind cotton boxers. Wow, you think vaguely. He can sure hold himself together well- you didn't think he needed you this badly!! You might have taken mercy on him sooner if you'd known... Well- "... Do you have- "

Before you can even finish the sentence, he's offering you a condom from who-knows-where. It makes you snort as you accept it. "What a gentleman... "

"I do try, pumpkin."

"Okay," You grin, shaking your head and trying to go back to that quiet, purposeful mood from before despite Jim making you smile. "Okay- we doing this?" You're still giggling a little, the heat of the moment and the middle-of-the-night sillies getting to you now. "G'head then, whip it out- "

Suddenly you're cut off- and its not by Jim, or your own giggling. Its by someone outside the tent- "PLEASE, don't!!" They yell suddenly, followed by a couple of others voicing their agreement with grunts and pleases and one particularly pained jesus christ jim, let us sleep!! He sounded like he was in the tent right next door.

"... Oh god- " You start, face heated up like a stove as you pull part of the flannel up to cover your face some, half laughing still from the night-time hysteria and this ridiculous situation, and looking down to connect eyes with Jim.

He looks like he's about to lose his composure, too, and then someone's shoe gets thrown at the side of your tent and you both burst out laughing.

(Annnnnd thank goodness this is finally done- I can go read your Scroop Headcanons now XD)

#MultiVillains x Reader Smexcerpts #MultiVillains x Reader Drabbles #MultiVillains x Reader #MultiVillains #Smut #Jim Bickerman #Jim Bickerman x Reader #Greasy Weasel #Wheezy Weasel #Greasy Weasel x Reader #Wheezy Weasel x Reader #Cruella De Vil #Cruella De Vil x Reader #Audrey II #Audrey II x Reader

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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plots / Includes: Just some very short, very self indulgent, very fluffy drabbles of them taking care of you while you’re sick because I am dying (: (: (:

Human!Chucky Lee Ray: The bastard climbs through your window (Even though you have told him a million times that he is WELCOME to USE the FRONT DOOR.) not looking for much more than a hook up… and finds you curled up in bed; ‘Dying’, as you tell him.

Poly!Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone: You’ve been totally overworking yourself at the pub recently and today you wake up sick as a dog- and well, there’s no damn way that your partners are going to let you leave the house until you’re 100% better. *This is set in the world of This Oneshot, where they’re in love with you but you’re uncomfortable with the whole thing… but also subconsciously like them a lot too.

Wheezy Weasel: Turns out your boyfriend, who is not the picture of health himself, is actually quite good at taking care of people when they’re sick. You now know how the rest of the Toon Patrol have survived to adulthood. (Sidenote: Especially Smartass. That man does not stop to rest.)

Warnings: Boone and Buckman lightly kidnap you but only out of love, and Wheezy undresses you but its really not sexual at all. Its all fluff ^^

Tag list: @marinerainbow , @miss-understood and @astridflo

Human!Chucky Lee Ray:

“Easy does it, easy does it… agh!- “

The sound of Chucky toppling through your bedroom window rouses you from your heavy dozing session, and when all the pain comes back to your head and your nose starts dripping once again you let out your own groan; Throwing the blankets over your head to hide from the world. “Chuckyyyy!”

“Fuck, I always forget how high up this damn window is. You should put a step stool here for me, one of these days I’m gonna break my face.” He grumbles, making a cacophony of creaky and flappy sounds as he gets up and brushes himself off.

“Get outtt,” You groan again, squeezing your eyes shut. His loud voice is grating on your very sensitive earbuds right now. Feeling the bed dip beside your hips, you assume Chucky has sat down and when a hand lands on your waist, you sigh. “… I’m sick, Chucky… “It would be nice if he would comfort you, but you kinda doubt it.

“Ohh… Yeah, that explains the clinical atmosphere in here. You at deaths fucken door, or something?”

Sniffling, you roll over under his hand to face him and nod under the covers. “Yes.”

“You are not, shut up.” Despite his annoyingly harsh words, Chucky slides down to lay on the mattress next to you, above the covers though. “Well, guess I’m not getting any… go back to sleep, then. Just stay under those blankets, I don’t need to be catching whatever disease you caught.”

Peaking just your eyes out from under the blanket and your noise is as nasally as it gets- it makes him snigger but you ignore it. “You’re staying?”

He smirks, yanking the blankets back up over the rest of your head. “It’d be kinda of rude of me, to turn up here to fuck you but just leave cuz I can’t… wouldn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Then I guess I’m staying here.”

“… Thank you.” You know Chucky’s not great with his emotions, he’s always either too hot or too cold but this is an uncharacteristically soft moment for him- you’re going to enjoy it while it lasts.

It jostles you when he moves to get comfortable, stealing a pillow that was half under your head and folding it under his own, sleep entering him voice as he settles down. “Mhm.” Okay. Comforted by the fact he’s going to stay, you let your heavy eyelids fall shut again and snuggle closer to his warm body. “… mm, sleep tight… “

Poly!Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone:

At first when you wake up and force your body up into a sitting position, you have no clue where you are. You’re squinting around at the unfamiliar bedroom you’re in all alone, feeling a confused sense of dread flood your blood stream- the kind where you don’t move a muscle, just your eyes as you gaze about the room and try to figure out the puzzle.

… Until you’re suddenly thrown into the worst coughing fit of your life- just really terrible. It make syour eyes water and mucus build up in your throat. When it’s over, thankfully, you give a big, terrible sniffle and groan long and hard into your hands. Whatttttttttttttt? No… I can’t be sick… Noooooo… You have a business to be running! Where the fuck are you and where did this virus come from? None of this will at all do-

“You’re awake, then! ~ “The door immediately across from you opens up then, and you’re not even surprised at who comes in- exasperated, yes. Nauseous at the sight of syrup drenched pancakes in her hands, yes.

But not surprised.

“Boone… “You start, and find that you’re voice is as course as it gets, and promptly lose your mouth because- ow.

“I think you should go back to sleep for a while, but I got you some breakfast here to pick at first! You need your strength, sweetheart~ “

I’m not your sweetheart, you think, giving her a deadpanned glare as she comes forward with the stack of sugar dressed up as Breakfast. Usually pancakes would make you happy, but right now with how you’re feeling and your sore throat? Hell no. Just smelling them make you feel like being sick. “… that’s okay.” You force out, despite the pain. “I’m fine. I’m just going to go to wor- “

“Your throat must be killing you,” Boone laments, ignoring you entirely as she sinks down on the bed beside you. “Georges coming with some lemon and honey tea, that’ll fix it right up!”

… that actually does sound pretty helpful. “Thank you, but- “

“Don’t talk honey, we’ve got you.” Boone cuts you off again. Yes, that would be the problem, you sigh in resignation, but go totally stiff when the woman reaches over and tucks some of your hair behind your ear; A deeply concerned look on her face. “Where is that old bastard with the tea?” She seems to mutter to herself, then, and you’re rolling your eyes when he appears.

The mayor takes a seat on the opposite of your legs that Boone is on and wraps your hands around the mug in your lap, wrapped in a tea towel so it doesn’t hurt to hold. “Goodmorning darlin!~ Gotcha some tea, here- careful, its hot.”

Yep- not your darling. But thanks, I didn’t realise that tea was hot. Nodding gratefully nonetheless of your sarcastic inner thoughts, you cup the mug carefully in your lap and your body actually relaxes to the smell- embarrassingly enough. You can feel the stuffiness in your head clearing as the steam wafts up to your face.

Boone’s feeling your forehead, which must feel like a kettle, and frowning. “Make sure you force some food down, too, an empty stomach’ll just make it all worse.”

Taking a glance at the pancake sin her lap, you press your lips together in a straight line quickly and look away. “… How did I get here? Y’all didn’t kidnap me, did you?”

It was a joke, apparently a poor one though because Buckman almost looks guilty when he goes to answer. “Well… not per say… I don’t think… “

What!? “Not per say??”

“Well, you fainted at the pub and we- well, we made an executive decision to just… take you home after that.” Honestly, it’s a mystery to you sometimes that he is the smooth talker in this damn town. You open your mouth to say something about his lack of tact, when the full meaning of his words set in.

“- I fainted??!”

“You’ve been workin’ real hard lately, sweetheart,” Boone explains, producing a damp cloth from a bowl on the side table and pressing it gently to your head. At the same time, her husband pats your hand, and- And it feels good, damnit! You wish you would have the strength right then to fly out of there like a bat from hell, but you just… don’t. Too tired, too sick… too weak. “It was likely to catch up to ya eventually- you really shouldn’t push yourself so hard... ”

“I’m fine- “

“Oh, so you don’t mind collapsin’ on the floor in front of the whole darn town every now and then?” Buckman cuts in, raising his brows at you- to which you roll your eyes at and turn away from him. Well, no, you don’t enjoy that. “In that case, maybe we should just install some mats- “Turning to Boone, he continues the lark and if looks could kill then your mayor would be dead and buried by now. “What do you think, dear, bear skin or cotton?”

“I’d say both, considering the big ol’ egg forming on their forehead here.” Oh, so it will be twin graves.

“So right.”

“… “Cheeks warm from more than just your fever, you glare at them both hard for a good moment, before being angry at all becomes too exhausting a thought and you just give a deeply frustrated sigh; Lifting the mug to your face and avoiding eye contact with either of them.

Hopefully you get better real quick.

Wheezy Weasel:

As soon as you admitted that you were sick, Wheezy had you up on your feet and was marching you off to the bathroom. “C’mon… “He mumbles in that lazy drawl of his, closing the door behind you both. You stand there with your arms crossed, just struggling to stand as you watch him reach into the shower and turn the taps on. He feels until the water is a good, hot temperature and steam billows out of the cubical before stepping back and gesturing with his thumb to the stream. “Test that,”

While you reach in delicately and check it yourself, nodding when you get used to it quickly, Wheezy kneels down and starts unlacing your shoes. You drop your arm back down to your side, the limb too heavy to hold up for long, and give your boyfriend a little peculiar smile. “Wheezy… “

“Just relax Y/N, I aint gonna try anything.”

“I believe you… “You’ve been together for nearly half your lives now, seeing eachother naked is not a big deal. I mean, you like it of course, but it doesn’t have to be about- its not always- there’s not always a sexual undertone. You feel comfortable with him, is what you mean.

“Okay, step outta those.”

As you follow his instructions, slipping your feet easily out of the sneakers that he loosened up for you, he gets up again and unbuttons your shirt. “I can take care of myself, you know?”

He gives a huff and rolls his eyes. “As a matter a fact, no, I don’t know that. You tried to go t’ work today. So that means, I’m in charge now.” You can’t help the little, tired grin on your face as you let him help you out of your shirt, even holding your arms up for him when he guides them up into the air so that he can lift your undershirt carefully over your head. “So deal with it.”

“Yes sir.” You tease, getting a rough chuckle from the smoker as he moves onto your pants. Getting more and more tired the more you stand, you take advantage of his presence in front of you and wrap your arms over his shoulders to help hold you up; Letting your head fall forward and your eyelids fall shut while he focuses on unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping your bottoms.

Once he shoves your pants and underwear down, you step out of them and he chucks your discarded outfit onto the bench before guiding you towards the shower. “Alright, lock the door when I leave. Don’t need Greasy or Psycho waltzing in here while yer relaxin’.”

“Hmm,” You hum, eyes still closed. When he gives you a kiss on the forehead, though, you open them up slowly and look up at him only slightly adoringly… okay super adoringly, because he’s perfect and oddly kind and you know you’re so lucky to have him. “Okie.”

With his hand still cupping half your face, Wheezy gives you a half stern look. “Stay in there until you feel your sinuses loosen up, okay?”

“Yep~ “

“I’ll bring ya pyjama’s in a couple minutes and leave ‘em on the floor outside. Then go straight t’ bed, and I’ll bring ya some soup.”

“Yes sir… “

“Hm,” He huffs again, a lazy smirk spreading across his face for a moment before he gives you another forehead kiss, pats your back, and leave you to it.

#Drabbles #Charles Lee Ray x Reader #Chucky Lee Ray x Reader #Chucky x Reader #Granny Boone x Reader #Mayor Buckman x Reader #Poly!Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone x Reader #Wheezy Weasel x Reader #MultiVillains x Reader Drabbles #MultiVillains x Reader

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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plots / Includes: So in the TV show Reign, two of my favourite characters and favourite couples is Stephene Narcisse and Lady Lola- they’re some good villain/heroine love ^^ So these drabbles are inspired by moments between them!

Inkubus x Fem!Tipsy!Reader- ‘Could sex with you be simple?... Not scary. Just two people. Or is there something… unbelievably dirty, or… odd, involved?’. He’s been after you for a while and you won’t deny you’re tempted- but you’re scared, and hesitant. One day you feel bold, though, and lay it all out on the table.

Jafar x Fem!Nobility! Reader- ‘A lover that towers above the rest’. Jasmine discovers a journal left behind by one of the maids about her various sexual encounters and you and her have a good giggle, reading it. You’re rather curious, though, about one entry in particular.

Offenderman x High!Fem!Reader- ‘He didn’t even offer me bath! And he always offers a bath!’. Offender is always forward with people and you are no exception, it seems that every time he sees you he hits on you. But this time, when you’re high and offering yourself to him… he sends you to bed untouched.

Warnings: References to/talk of smut but no actual smut, age difference (Though you are over 18 in every one of these. Youngest might be Jafar’s, you’re like 19-21), and drunkenness of reader in Inkubus’, use of marijuana in Offender’s.

Inkubus:

He’s on his knees, but what he’s offering is not marriage- which is why you won’t say yes. “I don’t suppose that I can change your mind, Y/N~ “

“Hm,” Giving a nervous chuckle, you shake your head slowly and give him a firm look about it; Hand on the door ready to close it on the man. “No, you couldn’t… “

“Shame.” Inkubus smirks, raising to his feet, back above you on the steps. You drum your fingers against the inside of the door, take a breath, and break your gaze away from him. “Maybe next time.”

“Goodnight, Inkubus.”

“Sweet dreams.”

Months later, this never-ending cat and mouse game is beginning to wear on you. Inkubus is handsome, and you believe he like you enough that he wouldn’t hurt you- you do. And even worse than that? You actually like him too. But… you still definitely have your reservations with him.

You’d be crazy not to, you think to yourself, taking a sip of your 3rd glass of wine- this one a lot fuller then the last. You’re feeling the buzz and the tingle but you’re thinking clearly. After swallowing down a gulp that’s a little too big of the heavy liquid, you set down the glass and head to the door.

Its 12 o’clock, after all! He’s always there at 12 o’clock. In two seconds he’s bound to knock, and- Yes, ha! There it is. 3 purposeful knock that are somehow perfect- how could a knock be perfect? You don’t know, but this man somehow pulls it off.

In your pyjamas and not even a bra, you throw the door open. His eyes light up as soon as he sees you, like they always do, and he opens his mouth to ask you how your day was like always too- but you stop him with a stern finger. “No, no! I have a question for you.”

“My dear, are you drunk?” He asks anyway, an amused and mischievous glint in his eyes.

“No,” The drunkenness is clear in your voice and you stumble a bit- he reaches out to help you but you irritably waive his hands away. No no, none of that. Not until he answers. “I just had a glass- a couple glasses, of wine… - That’s not the point though! I have something to ask you.”

Looking at you like you’re the silliest, cutest creature on the planet, Inkubus steps back and gives a nod. “As you wish, what’s your question?”

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you glare at him curiously… before blurting it out. “Could sex with you be simple?” His brows shoot up, but you’re not done; Taking a determined step towards him. “Not scary- just two people?... Or… or is there something incredibly dirty, or odd, about it…?” You tilt your head to the side, looking up at him in a way that he might describe as innocent, if it weren’t for the content of your words. It drives him wild but he manages to control himself- a feat he's become quite skilled at since making your acquaintance.

“… Depends on what you consider to be odd. My odd may be pretty different to yours.”

“Tentacles!” You exclaim, immediately, furrowing your brows. “That would be odd. Do you have tentacles?” You’re very direct after 3 glasses of wine, and lacking in a filter- you just hope that when the buzz wears off, you’ll find that you haven’t said anything that will embarrass you too terribly. Hopefully, this works out.

After flashing a fierce smirk for just a second, Inkubus shakes his head. “You do not have to worry about tentacles, my dear. I’m not a sea witch.”

“Hmm… “You squint, still unsure about him.

“Look,” This time when he reaches forward to touch you you do not stop him. He takes your arms gently in his hands and turns you around to guide you back inside- all the while, you refuse to take your eyes off of him; Assessing him and his legitimacy. “How about we get you to bed for now, and in the morning if you’re still interested- I’ll explain all the dirty details to you over breakfast. Hm?”

“Sounds like a strange time for it, but, okay. “

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “Good, because you’re going to owe me for being so cute and making me restrain myself tonight… “

Jafar:

“This is so scandalous!” You whisper, glued to your friends side in her room, peering at the pages. The handwriting is messy, a servant you assume who’s somehow learnt to spell, but you two have put in the effort to understand it. And its page, after page, of smut! This maid has definitely had a lovely time in the palace- she’s practically slept with everyone! There are no names written down, but plenty of details separating each bed friend from the others.

You and Jasmine have managed to figure out from hints in the book who some of them are, like the priest with one eye and her visiting uncle covered in tattoos from head to toe, but most of them are total mysteries. That’s okay, you don’t particularly mind not knowing- after all, its going to be hard looking your priest in the eye now that you know what he’s done.

But one entry in particular has piqued your interest- and that’s the one you’re both trying to decipher now. It says that he’s ‘a lover that towers above the rest’- that he does this thing with his tongue of all things!! Something snake-like, and- What could he possibly do with only his tongue that worked so well? You desperately want to know!

“Hmmm, maybe it’s the Sultan.” You think out loud, not looking at Jasmine. “It does say he’s high up?”

“Oh, no, definitely not. I don’t even want to think about that!” Jasmine snaps, whacking your arm gently as you giggle. “There’s no way, anyway, my father hasn’t even looked at another woman since my mother died… “

“Alright, we’ll eliminate him from the options. What more does it say about him?”

“Well, it looks like he’s quite tall… and so is his sex… and… I can’t make this part out.” Jasmine squints at the page, nibbling on her bottom lip in concentration. Hm, you think.

“Let me look.” You ask, and she cedes the book to you, which you carry up closer to your face. This parts blurry and faint because whoever wrote it hadn’t waited for the ink to dry before closing the book… impossible! All you can make out from the sentence, the last one in the entry, is the word ‘has’, and two consecutive R’s later on. “Ugh,” Sighing, you let the book back down equally onto your right thigh and Jasmines left. You shrug. “I guess it’s a mystery!”

“I guess so,” Jasmine chuckles, shaking her head at the book. Then carefully closes it as you both get up from her cot.

“Oh well-” You shrug. “I have to go finish some letters to my mother and father anyway. Maybe we’ll figure it out later?”

“Hm, maybe. See you.”

“Bye!”

The letters didn’t take long to finish, it’s not like you have a whole lot to report! You haven’t found a suitor yet, even though you’ve been here for exactly that reason for 2 months now- a fact that your parents aren’t going to be pleased about. So there’s really no point in telling them about the events that you’ve attended with the Sultan and the Princess Jasmine, or the good time you’re having. They’re bound to just skip over all that, anyway.

When you reach the mail carrier, someone’s already there and you struggle not to groan about it.

Jafar. Of course. His Creepiness is always around. Ugh… rolling your eyes, you approach anyway- offering your mail alongside Jafar’s and offering a sweet smile to the mail carrier. You also hope you can get in and out without having to speak to the sultan’s royal adviser, but your luck isn’t that good.

“Oh, Y/N~ “His eyes positively light up when he sees you, with that familiar creepiness. “Where have you been hiding recently? I rarely see you, apart from at dinner… “Yes that’s because I do my very best to avoid you, you think, turning unenthusiastically to look at him as the mail carrier waddles away. No, don’t go- you plead inside your head. Take me with you!

“Well, I- “Excuse, excuse, excuse… “I’ve been quite preoccupied with um… searching for a suitor, and all… when I’m not I usually just retire to my room. Its exhausting!”

He nods, apparently solemnly. “Hmm, yes, I understand that. The dating pool for young noble girls is rather bleak, finding a husband for the Princess has proved a frustrating task as well… My sympathies.”

“Hm~ “You hum back politely, at that, hoping it sounds like a ‘thank you’, not a ‘thank you, now please please please let me leave’. Your neck hurts when you look up at this man. Too tall…

A moment passes, but not too long a moment that you find it to be a polite moment to excuse yourself, before Jafar presses on- stepping forward into your space with the staff of his ahead o him. “You know, my dear, I could assist you...”

What- “How??” You ask, but don’t back off- its not your style.

“Well, I’m not married myself… And I’m sure, if you just… sat with me, for a bit… we could come up with a compromise, together~… “

… Is this man using double innuendos with you??! Gasping, you set your hands on your hips and step into him- craning your neck back to go head-to-head as he smirks in amusement at your offended response, and steady eye contact. “Excuse me sir, but I’m sure we have nothing in common!”

“I wouldn’t be so certain, Miss L/N… I’d say that we- “

Suddenly, Iago, the creeps pet parrot who you hadn’t noticed was missing from his shoulder swoops over your heads, then turns and lands with loud, ear piercing squawk on Jafar’s shoulder. Feathers land on the ground from him moulting, and Jafar gives a deep eyeroll at the intrusion while you touch your pained ears at the terrible sound the bird made.

“Iago… we need to work on your timing, you feathered nuisance.” Jafar snaps.

Another loud squawk is his answer. “Oh, don’t antagonise the parrot! He’ll just make that awful sound aga- “You start to snap, yourself… but cut off with a realisation.

Slowly lowering your hands, you look up wide-eyed to Jafar again. He really is tall, isn’t he? And… he has a parrot… which has two R’s…

All of a sudden your feelings towards the heathen change, and you find yourself stepping back- wondering if there’s any way that you could possibly wrong while your heart beats erratically in your chest. No way! There’s absolutely no way, that Jafar, is the lover that towers above the rest!!

No! No, no, no no no-

Why do you suddenly find him so attractive? Oh no no? Absolutely not Y/N. No, that smirk disgusts you! He makes you nauseous! He-

“I’m going to leave, now.” You announce, before it gets worse and you realise how broad his shoulders really are or how sexy his beard is- no! Its too late! I have to get out of here-

You feel his gaze on you the whole time you rush down the hallway and out of sight. Oh, Jasmine is going to laugh her mean ass off at you!

Offenderman:

“Oh, Offender!” He hears your voice first, so he doesn’t realise the state you’re in, not until he turns around and sees you smile so brightly at him and he thinks- Alright who drugged her??

When you reach him you nearly tip over but catch his arms, using him to stay steady but seeming happy enough to touch him either way. A smirk spreads across his face, because you’re just too damn cute, and holds his arms out so it’s easier for you- but doesn’t go to touch you anymore than that. “Hey, there, sweetie-pie, what’s got you so happy? Can’t be me, can it?”

Holding a finger against your lips, you whisper loudly to him in response. “I think there was something in Clocky’s brownies.”

He nods. “Yeah, I think so too.”

“But I’m happy because of you, too!” You add brightly, innocently. “I’m always happy to see you!”

Now, that’s not exactly true- on many occasion you’ve been totally displeased at his presence- especially when he would act lewdly, asking you to get in the tub with him, or when he would be drunk. In fact he knew he annoyed you - whether that was because you just wanted to fuck him that badly or not, was yet to be seen, - , so this was an odd thing to hear from you. “Oh really?”

“Yes! Your visits are always interesting- you make Slender lose his marbles!, and that’s… really funny, haha,” After letting out a few airy giggles, you fix your grip on Offender’s forearms and sigh; Eyes gliding from the boots on his feet, up his chest, to a face of sharp teeth and s smirk. “Plus you’re… pretty nice to look at, honestly… woah… “

“Y/N- “

“Actually-… I think I would like to sleep with you.” You go on quite bluntly, stepping in closer to his body and making his smirk drop into an unhappy frown. This, he thinks as he watches you tilt your head to the side and look up at him, is going to be a huge bitch. “Ohh, don’t be sad! You wanted this, didn’t you- Oh!”

“Yeah,” He groans, twisting you around by the shoulders quickly and starting to march you back down the hallway and to the stairs. Where’s her damn room? “I do, sweetheart, but not like this… apparently.” When did he develop a conscience? Fuck…

As you take the stairs carefully, guided roughly by Offender, you cant help holding your arms out at your sides like plane wings, for balance. “What’s wrong with like this?~ “ Suddenly, you gasp, and Offender stops dead in his tracks- did you trip? Did he do something?? You turn your head, though, and give him a sad pouty look that he makes him semi-hard. Fuck, fuck, fuck! “Do I not look good tonight??”

“… “For a few moments Offender just stares at you, wondering where to go from here. Can he tell you the truth? Will that just spur you on? Will it spur him on?? He’s only got so much self-control, damnit!

You bat those big eyes at him and he grits his teeth. “… You are literally the sexiest person I’ve ever seen right now. Now, you are going to bed- to sleep, and I am going to ice my balls. Let’s go.”

The two of you make it up the stairs quickly, where Offender catches sight of Jane- and quickly passe you off to her. “What?- “

“Take her. Take her now, she’s high as fuck and you needta take her away from me. Go.”

“Uhh, okay? But- “

“Don’t argue with me, lady! I have to get outta here.” Then Offender’s stomping down the stairs and slamming the front door behind him before teleporting off.

Jane is left looking utterly baffled at you, while you give a careless shrug about the whole thing. "I don't know~ " You sigh, before and give her round, worried looking eyes when you realise something about that interaction. “You know, he didn’t even offer me a bath!- and he always offers a bath!”

Highly suspicious, but occupied with you, Jane nods and pats your shoulder comfortingly. “Hm, yeah… Okay sweetie, lets go do a puzzle until this is outta your system.”

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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: You know you shouldn’t be with them, but you cant control yourself when they're near. You’re Addicted (Kelly Clarkson).

I'm hooked on you, I need a fix, I can't take it Just one more hit, I promise I can deal with it I'll handle it, quit it, just one more time, then that's it Just a little bit more to get me through this It's like I can't breathe It's like I can't see anything Nothing but you

Includes: Bill Sykes, 2002!Captain Hook, Mayor Buckman and Scar (Colours coincide with warnings so all blue warnings are for the Sykes drabble and so on)

Warnings: Dark themes throughout. References to his Mafia/Gang/Crime group, use of guns, inability to leave a bad situation, fingering and teasing, AFAB reader wearing a dress, this one the smutty one tho is probably the least dark, gore, public execution, yandere character and activity, manipulation, not letting you leave a relationship you're not comfortable in, allusions to smut. Lemme know if theirs more!

Bill Sykes:

It didn’t feel like this at the start, when you first met Sykes. So lost and… stuck. You thought he was so interesting, and he made you feel like an adult for once in your life, like a full person- he treated you like one. And for someone just out on their own, freshly grown up and all alone… it was special.

It made you think he was special. Like he was more than the nasty, lowlife criminal he really is. Which you know that he is- you’ve been at the business end of his pistol enough times to realise that, now. But now you’re in love with him, somehow. Yes, in love. With Bill Sykes; Bill Sykes, with his cigars and his money and his penchant to send men in slow driving cars to watch you walk home. Not to protect you, not to make sure you’re okay. Just to make sure you’re faithful to him, or something. You stopped believing he was just overprotective when your friend, Rick went missing after you stayed over in his apartment once. Sykes never said anything about the incident, or Rick, but the next time you saw him after Rick’s body was found he had opened a particularly expensive bottle of win and convinced you to finish the whole thing with him.

And that wasn’t the only friend you believe Sykes to have killed, it’s just the only one you’re sure of. But no one really loses 5 friends in a year, do they? Not unless something sinister is going on.

Despite all that, though… you’ve stayed with him. Why?? You don’t know. All you know, is that you can’t leave. Every time you even think about it, your chest starts to constrict on you and for some reason all these different excuses start to pop into your head. Like how Sykes really can be lovely, to you. He still makes you feel special, like you’re the most important thing to him. And he loves you.

And… you love him.

That doesn’t mean you don’t want to leave, though. You’ve packed your things and gone to the airport so many times. Made plans with your parents to stay with them for a while until you find a new job, somewhere else, so many times. But every time your boarding number is called you can’t seem to get up out of your seat.

You always end up calling your parents to tell them you changed your mind on visiting, and then going to see Bill.

He always welcomes you with a sly grin and your favourite place in his lap, where he can hold onto you tight and you know you couldn’t escape him even if you really, truly tried. Not against his size and strength, never. Which is where you are now, resting your head on his wide chest and breathing in second-hand smoke. You’re both silent, just enjoying each other’s company and listening to just the sound of Bill’s pen scrawling across paper.

Your eyes slide slowly to the gun on his desk, the pistol he’s pressed into your forehead, your temple, and even pushed gently into your mouth before- all foreplay, he would say. But you recognise the look in his eyes from when he really has killed people. In front of you.

So you would know what he was capable of, probably.

Now though you give consideration to picking it up yourself this time, wondering what he might look like staring up the barrel over those glasses. Would he be scared? Would he stutter and beg? The idea sends a little thrill through you. Your fingers itch to reach out and grab it, to see for sure how he would look, but the comforting feeling of him breathing against you has you looking away from the gun again.

Instead you look up at his face, glasses perched just under his eyes and a cigar bitten down between his teeth as he focuses. You feel the familiar desire to press kisses to his neck, his face- and know you couldn’t shoot him. You love him.

It’s fucked up and you know this whole relationship was one huge giant mistake, one you absolutely regret, but you can’t help the way he makes you feel. Like you’re capable of killing someone- of killing him. Like you could do it, enjoy it, and move on. And you like that feeling.

“… you okay?” He asks shortly with the cigar still between his teeth, noticing your staring.

“… I’m good.” You quip back cutely, snuggling into his body again.

Bill then puts down his pen, and you get a cold feeling in your chest as he pulls the cigar down to rest in his hand against the edge of the desk. What does he know? What does he need to talk to you about? You know his cues, and this will be bad. “Y/N, I’m gonna ask you something- you’ll tell me the truth, right?” You don’t look at him, but you nod. “… Where were you before you came here tonight?”

Sucking in a deep breath, you close your eyes. “Don’t you know? You’ve got a tail on me most of the time- “

“… Y/N.” His voice is gentle and quiet, but the tone he uses is dangerous. Your heart begins to hammer in your chest, and you take another deep breath.

“I… was at the airport.” At this, you look up at him- needing his reaction. You see his nostrils flair buts that’s absolutely it. “I was going to leave you.” You add, for clarities sake.

While his fingers tap on the wood of his desk, making an actual sound for how heavy they are- how strong they are- Bill thinks. Finally, after a few torturous minutes in which you’re terrified and aroused at the same time, waiting for him to just do something about it - shoot you with that pistol and bring this whole damn thing down to its inevitable end, or tell you to get on the floor and let him destroy your throat, whatever, - he finally speaks again. “Why’d you come back?”

“I love you.” The words come out without hesitation, the electricity that Bill brings into your life lighting up inside you as you’re faced with his wrath. “I really do. I couldn’t leave you- not ever, Bill.”

At this his eyes actually soften, and your mouth nearly falls open with surprise- that’s how receptive you are to him, that’s what he’s done to you. You’re connected, now. His reactions create reactions in you, and you reactions make him feel things the man hasn’t experienced… maybe ever, in his terrible, scummy, sociopathic life.

He lets out a relieved breath and reaches a giant hand up to your neck, tucking his fingers in beneath your hair and brushing a thumb over your lips.

That’s that. He loves you, and you love him. The end.

2002! Captain Hook:

God, you want so badly to stop wanting this man! He’s mean, he’s ruthless, and never surprises you, except for when he loses his every-loving mind out of freaken nowhere.

But you can’t leave him.

Because of moments like this, when he’s so alive and electric that you feel alive and electric- the only times you feel those things in this hollow little world, Neverland. These are the only moments you have to live for, with the brim of Captain Hook’s hat scraping your forehead and your shoulder blades digging into the wall. With his namesake leading down the delicate skin of your throat and his mouth planting desperate, needy kisses on yours.

His good hand gathers up your skirts and catches them against your stomach so they’re out of the way before it goes right ahead and slips beneath your underwear, fingers slipping into you almost out of muscle memory. You rip your mouth away from his, turning your head with a hiss and he smirks; Leaning into the side of your head. “My dear… you’re resisting again~… “

“Well you’re foul- “You snap in explanation, trying to not let on how turned on you are by him - him and his voice, his whiskery face, the evil smirk on it, - but the leisurely pace at which he chooses to pump his fingers within you draws a whine out of you; Muffled only by you biting down onto your bottom lip.

“Oh really?~ You seem rather certain of that and yet… “There’s that hook, that terrible hook that’s done terrible things, dragging down your cheek at the same time as you feel his lips moving against your ear. He’s too close, he’s smothering you- and you’re enjoying it. “You allow me to befoul you like this, and you moan for me… Its rather confusing, my dear, and you know you can’t have everything you want so tell me; Do you want me, or would you like me to stop? Speak up, stop biting your lips- it’s not good form. “

As his fingers slow to an even more ridiculously slow pace, crawling against your walls even while you throb and need him, you shudder and shake your head. “- I hate you and I need you to continue.”

“Oh, that’s not going to do it my dear.” Now his lips are really on you, leaving warm kisses all over your neck, across your throat, and then up the other side of your neck.

“Ughhh… that’s the truth… ” You’re throbbing and needing so terribly that your hips actually give an involuntary buck towards him, and a gasp slips out of you.

“That was a lovely sound, why don’t you make it again for me?” Now he actually takes his fingers out of you, and instead just brushes his knuckles against the flesh of your mound and god- fuck- its awful. Its torture. You find yourself up on your tip toes just trying to get them back down where they were.

“Hook- “

“Do you have something to say?”

“No.”

“Then, my dear- I’m afraid we’re done here.”

With that Captain Hook breaks off rom your body entirely, taking his lips and his hook and his fingers with him- your skirts fall down to your feet once again and you feel cold in his absence. He gives a smirk at the dishevelled appearance he’s leaving you in, before turning around to leave his quarters-

But at the last second you catch him, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. “I want you. I want you, I want you. Please, please ta- “

“Oh now dear,” Before you can finish your sentence, the man has got his hook against your lips with an ah, ah, ah sound. “There’s no need to give up all your dignity, yet. Piece by piece, will do.”

You’re a little rougher with him this time round than usual. You’re always a little rougher.

Mayor Buckman:

“No!” You cry, wriggling against the restraints that wicked man put you in; Ropes binding your arms behind you, your shoulders to the back of the chair and your thighs to the seat. "No, no- " And they’re tight, you can barely move under the strain, and you think your blood circulation must be cut off because you feel so cold. All around you are screaming Pleasant Valley folk, chanting for him to do it.

Kill him, slice him up, create a corpse and leave it out for days while you watch.

Hurt him, torture him, skin him alive strip by strip.

Stab him, spit on him, rub dirt into his wounds.

"No! St- Stop! ... Please... " You scream until your throat's sore, but all it does is spur them on- they get so loud you cant even hear yourself and you ears ring and eventually you're just sitting there, aching and exhausted, watching Buckman kill the man you love.

God- you didn't know, is what you keep thinking. You didn't know, you didn't know! You didn't know Buckman was this way, this utterly insane. So absolutely crazy, that he would do this when you found someone else! If you had known you never would have-

A gasp catches in your throat when Buckman drops the head into your lap- you hadn't even realised it was over, or he was approaching. Now the head bleeds out onto your dress and the ropes, a mangled mess of what used to be a person you thought you could finally be happy again with, and Buckman hangs over you with a dirty, cruel grin on his face.

You refuse to look at him, turning your face, damp with tears and grubby from dust kicked up by the mob around you... going quiet now. So quiet that you can hear the blood pumping inside your ears.

"... there. Now Y/N- darlin'?" He gets a handful of your hair and drags your head back so you have to look at him. "I'm sorry I had to do that, darlin', but it had to be done- how am I supposed to trust you again with that old ratbag hanging around, huh?"

You don't say a thing in response to that, preoccupied fighting a battle inside- because the moment he touched you, this foul, wicked, loathsome, evil person- you felt those same butterflies you always felt when he would pay attention to you... before all of this.

How?... How could you feel like this?? After everything he just did-

Warily, you look at him now; Teeth grit and a weak glare in your eyes. "Wh... why?" Your voice is cracked, quiet and frail from all the screaming before and the dirt caught in your lungs. "George we... George we were over... Before anything... happened... with- "

"Don't say his name~ " Buckman says quickly, giving you a stern look to which you close your eyes a moment and turn turn your head. The rest of the mob still surround you, watching the two of you like starved wolves, so you look back to him. "Your voice must be killin' you." Is all he adds to that, grinning in an awfully pleased sort of way about it.

"George- " Answer, please!

"Sweetheart- of course I had to kill your little beau." He sighs dramatically, looking up to the heavens for a moment as if they would have anything to do with him. "Dontcha know? I'm in love with ya, Y/N. And you love me- that little asshole back there was just unpleasant detour in our relationship!"

"You're... crazy." You spit, despite those butterflies persisting- every time that he looks at you.

"Oh sweetheart... I for sure am." Now he lets go of your hair, letting it fall and your scalp relax again as he kneels down in front of you. "Which I why I'm thinkin' you wont be pulling this shit again. I'm all you need and you know that now, because if you do try it again... " One blue eye slides down to the head in your lap- the blood and the stink, you're sure, moulding itself into your legs at this point. "Well," He chuckles. "You get it, yes?"

"I- I... " For the last time, you think to argue, to fight- but some reason you cant do it. And its not because you're tired, or beaten, or weak.

Its because at some level you know that if you really truly prove to Buckman that you don't love him back, that you want nothing to do with him, then he really will be done with you and that feeling... stops you. You don't know why, you don't understand it as you stare at him, but you just know that you don't want to lose him. You cant.

You should, you should want to. You know that. But, god, now you cant help wondering if the man whose head in your lap died not because you loved him... but because you needed a good reason to leave Buckman.

Oh god. Oh god, oh god. Save me. Save me save me save me-

Finally, you bow your head; Totally defeated by your own twisted feelings. "... yes."

Making a little, victorious hm, Buckman reaches up and curls a hand around the back of your neck and presses his forehead to yours. "... that's my sweetheart... "

Scar:

Every time you go over there to his secluded little cave, you think this is the last time. You're going to say goodbye to this loser and clear your conscience.

But then Scar greets you, rubbing up against your side and licking a kiss across the side of your face while intertwining his tail with yours and your mind goes totally blank. What were you doing? You had something to say...

"How are you today, pumpkin? This way... " He leads you to a cool, dark corner of his cave and the two of you cuddle into each other; Him resting his chin on your head.

"Same old, same old, Scar... " You yawn, ready to slip into your regular nap with him as he does the same- when suddenly your thoughts come crasing back to you from before and you gasp. Wrenching yourself away from his body, you get up and back away. "Actually!- "

"What?" Scar looks totally unamused, having been ready to sleep. "Cant whatever this is wait? I am rather sleepy- "

"No- I- Scar, I think we need to stop doing this."

... Slowly, he raises his brows. Like, oh... Deliberately he pushes up off the ground and stalks around your back. "Stop what?" He asks dangerously when he appears close at your side, causing you to flinch and look away from him- those eyes, are dangerous. "We just rest together, my dear!..." There's such unadulterated innocence in the way he says that, because its true, but... you and he both know there's more to it then that. There's a connection. A connection you should not have.

Not with him.

"Then you wouldn't mind my leaving," Taking a turn, you go to leave right away, while you can bring yourself to do it, but Scar pounces in front of you and you're stuck inside those eyes venomous green eyes. You part your lips to speak, but you're too slow- its like he's hypnotising you.

"Y/N... I never sleep as well alone as I do with you... I thought you enjoyed our naps?"

You do! "I do, but... the, uh, the others are starting to wonder where I am during the day... "

Scar gives a shrug, aloof and unsympathetic. "So tell them. Its not as if we're doing anything particularly scandalous, my dear. Though, we could- "

Snapping your eyes closed against him, you turn your head away and take a deep breath. "No, its just... we cant- ... you're not- ... Ugh, I just have to go!- " When you attempt once again to swerve around him, Scar places his paw over one of yours and steps in closer to you- your noses just about touching.

There are his eyes again, half hooded and cheeky. You recoil from him but he just leans his further, before licking another sloppy kiss to your cheek and rounding you again; You feel his eyes on you all the way around and try not to flinch. Don't let him know you have such a reaction to him. He heaves a great sigh behind you, before setting down in front of you again. "... I know, I'm not big brothers favourite person, am I? Hence why I live out... here... " After giving the dank little cave he lives inside a grimace, Scar quickly regains his pleasant, care free persona and grins; Offering a quippy little shrug. "Oh well. That shouldn't affect us, should it? Not unless you're a very shallow person, Y/N... after all I never did anything to you, did I? You really mustn't judge a person because of what other people may say, dear."

"I- I know that! But you- "

"What?" His eyes go wide, and innocent again- just waiting for your big excuse. "What have I done that was truly so terrible?"

"... " Your mind's blank. Oh, fuck. Of all times!- "Everyone says that you're bad news, Scar. That has to be for a reason."

"Pah,' He rolls his eyes and looks away from you; Totally unimpressed. "Shallow."

Gasping, you shake your head in defence. "I'm not!- " Suddenly Scar lunges, then, pushing you back so that you're on the ground and he's on top of you. Your jaw drops once again. "Hey!"

"... Prove it."

"Excuse me?"

"Prove it, my dear... You say that you're not shallow." A crooked smirk slides over his sharp teeth... before he leans down and nuzzles your nose. "So,...prove it."

Your heart is pumping absolutely wildly inside your chest- the familiar feeling of Scar's body against yours in a completely different way then your used to, those terrifying eyes drilling holes into yours, that devilish smirk doing sinful things to your insides...

God, this male sucks.

"Fine."

#MultiVillains x Reader Drabbles #MultiVillains x Reader #MultiVillains #Disney Scar #Disney Scar x Reader #Mayor Buckman #Mayor Buckman x Reader #Drabbles #Drabble #Captain Hook #Captain Hook x Reader #2002! Captain Hook #2002! Captain Hook x Reader #Bill Sykes #Bill Sykes x Reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: Dressing up as your villain S/O and their reaction.

Includes: Barbara Kean, Candy Cane and Jane The Killer

Warnings: Nope

"Oh, hello, what's the excuse this time baby? Laundry day?" Barbara's voice alerts you to the fact that you've been caught, making you turn around and meet her as she sizes you up in something stolen from her wardrobe. Smirking, she raises her eyebrows, beautiful blues raking up and down your form. "You were just dying to try my new suit? Cutie, you're just too precious- " She walks over and gathers your hands in hers. "You know you can wear my clothes whenever you want... Honestly… it’s hot."

Barbara Kean:

You laugh, always feeling giddy when she looks at you like this, like you're a three-course meal she can’t wait to take her time devouring you- or ravaging. Encircling her hands in response, you pull her a little bit closer so there's less than a foot between the two of you. "No... its Halloween! This is my costume; I'm you!" You wink.

"Oh, haha," Her hands disconnect from yours and you're nearly disappointed before the tips of her electric blue fingernails trace up your arms until she can cup your cheeks, before inclining her head towards you. "Perfect, your likeness baby… it’s amazing. You're almost as drop... dead... gorgeous." She boops your nose, eyes sparkling as you roll your own and rest your hands on your hips, perturbed. Barbara looks you over again and gives an exasperated sigh, looking slightly perturbed herself- certainly disappointed. "Okay... fine... ugh. Maybe just as.” Her eyes light up again quickly, though, that mischievous and beautiful beam slipping across her face. “Especially with that cute pouty look."

That makes you grin again as you lean forward and peck her on the lips. Then you look down, seeing her silk pyjamas, which she's refused to change out of since the morning; And frown "Where’s your costume? You are dressing up, aren't you?"

"Oh for sure, sweetie pie. You know fashion's my middle name and in a city like this, if you don’t look at least a little sparkly, or leathery, you disappear into the background! And that, just won’t do for me."

"Oh Babs I don’t think you could ever fade into the background, even in grey sweats and a hoodie." For a moment she looks soft, glancing down and smiling to herself. Then she flicks her head back, getting hair out of her baby blues and dragging your body up against hers- hearty with that devilish sparkle she's always had, once again. "Ready to get changed into your costume then??"

"Only if you undress me, bun bun!"

You throw your head back then, laughing. "Oh my gosh, you narcissist!" Barbara just shakes her head, hooking a finger under the waist band of the glittery, blood orange skirt of hers, that you’ve borrowed. "This is totally turning you on, isn't it? Me dressed up as you? Babs!"

She rolls her eyes, tracing the pad of her thumb across the edges of your lapels as you're still overcome with giggles, tilting towards her; Shoulders shaking. "Are you gonna fuck me or not?"

"Oh, totally. Just let me... hah... just let me calm down first... hahaha.... "

“Ta-Daa!” You stand in the doorway to your bedroom, fists on your hips and grinning wildly to Cane sitting cross-legged on your bed, picking through your - once hidden, - candy stash. How she found it, you are curious but oh, not right now. As you stand there, it takes her a full second to disconnect her gaze from the M&M’s for a glance- but then she quickly double takes and glues her eyes on you, and the wait is worth it. Leaning forward, your grin just widens at her. “What d’ya think?”

Candy Cane:

A delicate beam spreads across her face - and her smile’s always brighten her aura up immediately. You’ve never seen anything as wonderful, - as she sets the little treasure chest aside her lap on the doona. “Oh- you’re me!” She exclaims, clasping her hands together, extending her two pointer fingers after another moment of just staring, and pointing them at you with a wink. “Very clever. You’re the cutest girlfriend ever- Oh, I should dress up as you!” Your stomach is given reprieve of their butterflies at having her staring at you like that - a little bit hungry, a little bit adoring, - when she hops up and pauses with her feet pointed towards your closet; Waiting for your reaction before doing anything.

Immediately, of course, you agree. Beating her to the wardrobe, you throw it open so that you two can start combing through its contents. “Oh, you should!”

As she excitedly starts searching for the most ‘Y/N’ outfit in your collection, you slowly begin to realise you’ve never seen her anything like any of these clothes... actually, you’ve never seen her in anything apart from this costume you’re both wearing now. You’ve never seen her brother without his, either actually. One eyebrow climbs up your forehead.

When Cane realises you aren't following her, she pauses and looks back at you quickly- before stopping, straightening and tilting her head at you. “What’s up?”

“I’m just realising, I’ve never seen you in normal clothes! Just this.”

“Well, these suit me!”

“Anything would suit you.”

She sniggers, looking back at the clothes. There’s a Friday The 13th movie poster t-shirt in her hands, which she rubs her thumbs over. It makes you wonder... you wouldn’t be surprised if she and her brother have been hesitant to try human clothes- or much of anything human-made, actually. As a species, you’re corrupt and you changed them into what they are now... and neither of these twins are stupid, they know that they changed for the worse. They’re just really, really hurt. They were so innocent and untouched, and the human race failed them in the worst possible way. It would make sense if Cane had a grudge against human things. “I know that.”

But these aren't just ‘human’ things. These are your things. And by the longing way she’s looking at that shirt, the fact that that makes a difference is pretty evident.

“Come on,” You poke her sides, before delving into the shelves again. “You’ll have to try a buncha stuff before we figure out the perfect outfit! Here- try that shirt and this skirt, and uh... these stockings! Here. Go change in the bathroom. I’ll pick out another outfit for you!”

She glances from the shirt, startled, then to you holding out the skirt and the teal stockings. “O- Okay!” She cautiously agrees, taking the offered clothes before hesitating for another moment- then turning around and rushing into the bathroom.

“Uhh… Jane… I’m not sure this suits me like you… “You flush, looking at yourself in the mirror, calling out to her as she waits outside your room. Truthfully, you do like the dress on you. It’s just very different to anything you usually wear… and you’re not sure how to feel about it. It’s weird!

Jane The Killer:

“Nonsense!” She scoffs, barging right in to see and, immediately, a big grin slips across her black lips. This dress clings to your shape and she is living for the chance to see you in it. “Hmm, yep… I was right.”

Hiding your face as soon as her eyes sweep up your form in that satisfied way, you cry out an embarrassed ‘Janee!’, making her laugh and come forward towards you. She’s wearing a pair of your sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt- and makes it look elegant, somehow. How does this girl even qualify you to be able to talk to her. “How do I even wear this… “

“Oh, I dunno, I think you’re doing it pretty well.” She smirks, propping her arms atop your hips, linking her fingers together behind you and keeping you close to her. Acting more confident than you feel, you manage to take your hands away from your face, and pout at her. It makes her grin wider. “Sweetheart, you are just way too cute.”

You just set her with a perturbed look in response, to which she giggles, shakes her head and just returns to boldly staring at your figure- unabashed and not at all worried about how flustered you’re getting. It’s such a treat for her poor eyes, that are so tired from seeing all the pain Jeffry Fucking Woods leaves in his wake… and she’s having such a good time enjoying it.

Just standing there letting her takes all your strength, though.

After a few moments she pulls back thankfully and retrieves a black lipstick from her pocket, plucking the lid off and leaning towards your face. “Lippie?” She always gets like this when she’s teetering towards the edge of too-much emotion. Starts to use one word instead of sentences, to make it easier to sound perky and collected, and you let her. Of course. Why would you push?

Nodding, you try not to grin as Jane holds your chin in one hand and carefully, professionally spreads her trademark black lipstick across your upper and bottom lips. Then she starts filling in places she missed and using her nail to neaten it up- she doesn’t hit your teeth once. It’s kind of hypnotising and relaxing, so when she pulls away again, recaps her makeup and puts it back away in her pocket, your eyes slip closed as she appreciates the new look. “So pretty.” She breathes, hands on your hips.

She then sighs, after a second, and brings you in close again, tilting her head. There’s a soft look on her face that you find just adorable and precious and makes you warm on the inside, relaxing you even further. “Cuddles?” She asks, taking your hands in hers and angling herself towards the bed. You nod immediately, eager to hide under the covers- and better yet- snuggle with your unbelievable girlfriend.

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slashingdisneypasta · 9 months

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So I was thinking about OC x Canon stuff for a certain pervy character (I'm certain you know which one I'm talking about XD) while waking up this morning. And I got the idea of THIS excerpt for all the sex crazies, and I NEED to vent it out somehow. You can not escape. Resistance is futile >:)

Your lips found their way onto his own very easily. Just like all the times before. But this time was different, somehow. He could tell by the quick and shaky motions of your hands as you undid his shirt (or toga- for Hades). But he didn't waste time questioning it; all that mattered was you right now.

It wasn't until you pulled your lips away, just enough to breath, and you spoke with a tone that wasn't quite familiar with you, that he realized how much you needed him right now, "I don't care what you want to do to me. I don't care how long you take me. Just make me forget everything, tonight. Please."

You didn't want to think about anything today. You didn't want to remember that you needed to be at work tomorrow. You didn't want to be reminded of all your overwhelming thoughts today. You didn't even want to find out what time it was on the clock. All you wanted, all you needed right now, was him.

It feels so weird writing something that looks like it belongs in a romantic novel for the pervy villains, but this wouldn't leave my head XD did something happen to you that made you sad? Are you just in a ~state~? Are you and the pervy villain of your choice together together? Are you two just very close friends? You decide XD

Omgggggg, its amazing!! Reader astronomically horny XD (I mean, telling these men you don't care what they do to you?? Woo... ) I loved waking up to this, I really did. This is excellent!! XDD I had to add a little bit for each of them <3<3 Offender's is a little rushed but I hope you like these! XD

Baffled!Concerned!Pervy MultiVillains x Worn-Out!Reader || Excerpts / Drabbles

Plot: These are continuations of the above excerpt! So reader comes onto their pervy villain hard- but the question is, why??

Warnings: Sexual Themes and sexual references though no actual smut. Also reader is just very worn out after a long week. Freddy's is set in the Horror House, hence Tiffany's appearance XD (Bonus for you marinerainbow, since this was your idea XD)

Tagging: Will do Later

Beetlejuice:

"Please, BJ, please. I- I just- I need-... " You just let out a deep, frustrated sigh; how do you explain what you need? You need to be filled, you need his tongue in your mouth, you need to think about something other then your life right now. Something that's overwhelming and feels good.

Instead of shoving his head between your thighs, which he has done before but not successfully like this time would be, BJ doesn't move at all; Watching you. "... you good there, sugar?"

You're completely surprised by the concerned tilt of his head, how he doesn't just jump you immediately like you thought. You were sure that he wouldn't ask any questions, that's partly why you came to him, so this makes you hesitate. Makes you still, as you stare up at him; Your fingers on the lapels of his jacket and lips parted.

Beetlejuice was always coming onto you. It sounds conceited, but he was! He does! Even when you were mad at him, or you didn't want to see him. It was honestly frustrated and borderline sexual harassment.

... no, actually, it was sexual harassment. Why you hadn't exorcized him, you don't know. Maybe, part of you,... likes him?

You didn't know, and you certainly didn't want to think about it right now. All you wanted to do was get filled and forget about everything- and you want Beetlejuice to be the man for the job, damnit! Where is this sudden concern for your wellbeing coming from?? Couldn't that wait until tomorrow?

With his grotty hands on your arms, BJ holds you still from jumping him, holding his head tilted to the side at you; Hair a crazy, knotted mess that you just wanna touch. The look on his dirty face, still-sneering but with soft eyes now makes your heart hurt and you take a deep breath; Fixing your grip on his lapels.

"I just... need to think about something else."

A dirty smirk slips across his face. "Like me, babydoll?"

You let out a shuddering breath, his voice and 'babydoll', creeping down your spine. "... Please... " Finally he pulls you close, your body pressed up against every inch of his as he catches your chin in between those fingers and guides you to look up at him. Theirs's a mischievous grin on his face, heat reappearing in his eyes once again, and yet he's showing impressive resolve as he talks to you lowly; His already-hard cock digging into you through his filthy pants.

"... okay here's the deal, doll." Attentive, you hold your chin up yourself, listening to him closely and watching his face carefully. You're a mess right now, made even worse by his sudden concern for you. You just want him to fuck you! Do anything to you; Tease you, pound you, use you- you know he's been waiting for a while, so where is the urgency?? "I'm gonna split you in two like you want," The words make your mouth fall open a sigh to slip out, shocking you and making his smirk get worse- nastier, sluttier, hornier. "cuz we both know I cant help myself what with you offerin yourself up to me like this~~... But after that, you're gonna tell ol BJ what's the matter, yeah? Cuz its pretty obvious, babe, you're strung out over somethin... I wanna be the one to know what."

"Wh- why??"

"Cuz you're my little breather, right? Right." He flashes a bright, mouldy grin, before reaching down and getting to work yanking his pants down. "Now bend your ass over the side of the couch- nope, don't take off your pants, I wanna do that~~"

Chucky Lee Ray:

"Huh, sudden... " As Chucky takes a moment to 'consider your offer', being an asshole, you begin to untuck his shirt from his pants. "Hm, I don't know... heheheh... feel like you should really buy me dinner first~... Wouldn't wanna make feel cheap, would you?? Heheh."

"Chucky," You hiss, taking him by the coat and yanking him to focus on you. "This is a one-time-offer. Sex without strings. Fuck me, use me." Uh, "wh- what do you want?? Blow job? Doggy?" You're desperate. You'll let him have you anyway he likes. Please, just- fuck, you want to forget everything. You want your thoughts disturbed. Disturbed, crushed, vanished, forgotten. "Whatever you want, tell me- now, or I'm leaving and I'll get it from someone else. "

"... you know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were upset." At this, you give him a scowl, and he holds it with a frustrating smirk. It feels like he's staring right into your soul, with those intense blue eyes of his, and for a whole moment you really think he's going to reject you. Or worse, try to find out why you're acting this way all-of-a-sudden. Sure, you've fucked before but not like this, you've never been like this before, and you know that he knows it. You know that he knows something is wrong; He's smart like that. And usually, that's one of the things you like about him but damnit-... just for tonight, can he just be a horny asshole, with you? No digging, no poking, no figuring you out. "... but who am I to let an offer like that fly by, eh?~ "

... You suddenly feel a flood of affection for this man wash through you; He clearly knows something is terribly off with you, you're completely strung out, but for once he doesn't try to dig into you and make you feel worse. You're so thankful and relieved, that you almost completely forget what you wanted to do, just standing there with a ghost of a smile on your lips.

So he takes the reigns for you, dragging you in for a crushing kiss that reminds you, sets the events of the rest of the night in motion. A clipped whine slips out of you, because yes this is just what you wanted, and you grip onto him tight; Parting your lips for him and kissing him back.

Freddy Krueger:

Of course, though- with Freddy it was never that easy. He never let it be that easy.

You knew that, you know him. And you were ready. As soon as that smirk slides across his face and his mouth opens to say something, you lean up and seal your lips with his; Successfully stopping it.

You just wanna make out with your perpetually horny, evil dilf friend- is that too much to ask for?? You have no energy for his manipulative shit, tonight. Nor his puns, nor his innuendos, nor his teasing. You just... want to feel good. Today- this week- the whole month past, has been exhausting. But as his slimy tongue begins to search in your mouth, you begin to feel it all inching away... pleased that your strategy worked, you melt into him; Your arms glide carefully over his shoulders and you tilt your head, only parting to breath every few moments.

As your heartbeat is beginning to feel slower, returning to a comfortably steady state with his tongue in your mouth, there's sudden footsteps to your right.

God- fucking- damnit. You knew you shouldn't have done this in the hallway.

"Well, well~~ Oh, what do we have, here??" Tiffany's voice rings out and your body goes stiff once again. Freddy releases your lips and you immediately press your face into his sweater- you don't want to see anybody, but him. Sorry, you do love Tiffany, but she doesn't exactly have what you need right now (The glass versions aren't quite the same).

"Isn't your boy toy lookin' for you??" You hear Freddy ask (As in hint, hint), your eyes falling shut.

"Mm, nope~"

"Aren't you lookin' for him??" Hint! Hint!

Tiffany giggles, a mischievous twang to the sound. "Nu uh~... "

Freddy growls, and you feel it more then you hear it; This sound a low rumble coming straight from his chest. You can just imagine the look on his face, a complete scowl and frustrated dark blue eyes. "Fine... " You know these next words are for you, as one hand and one glove come down on your waist and he squeezes; Making you sigh. "C'mon, princess, lets go to your room~~ There's a couple more things I wanna not say to you, anyway~"

Greasy Weasel:

Your lips make a trail of kisses up Greasy's neck, but somehow his words come out cock-sure still, though you can feel his fingers gripping your waist tight- almost bruising you. Just how you want him. Just as needy as you are. "You are making some dangerous requests, mon amore~ " As Greasy thinks about your words earlier, your completely meant words, you lick slowly over the line of kisses you made- desperate to get him so worked up he just takes you. "... whatever I want... however long I want... weren't you warned??"

"That you're a depraved pervert with no game, and therefor, years worth of blue balls?" You ask, pulling back from him just far enough to catch his dark eyes, heavy with lust. With a shrug, your skin buzzing at being so close to him and having him look at you like THAT. "... I mean you'd think knowing you for all these months and kissing you a few times was warning enough. I mean, I think I felt your tongue in my esophagus. But- yeah." Impatient, you reach down and carefully start to undo his belt. "Wheezy warned me. He used those exact words, actually. Now- "

As you undo his belt buckle, he watches you in a calm manor, finally enjoying the sight you know he must have only pictured before... that is until you slip the belt free and he jumps- catching your wrists and looking wide-eyed as if he only just realised that you're really truly serious. Just!? "Y/N! Y/N, mi amore, wait-wait-wait. Wait." Raising a brow in confusion, you stop and tilt your head at him as he holds your arms in his hands- away from himself.

"... Do you not want?- "

"Oh no no no, I do. I- I want to do so so many delicious things to you, amore, I can show you the list, but- Just a moment." You tilt your head to the other side, confused and frustrated. Why the hold up?? You need to be filled!- "I just... I need to ask, are you... On any medications?? Right now?? You are acting manic- "

Whatever you thought he was going to say, it wasn't that. "What!? No!"

His eyes soften the slightest bit, all the bit that Greasy is capable of, and he rubs his thumb into the skin underneath your elbows. It makes you wanna keen, wanna feel his painfully hard cock throb against you, wanna sink down on hi- "... Then are you okay?"

... Oh shit. You feel like you wanna fuck him even more for that, but you really don't want to answer him. You don't want to think about why you're wanting him so bad, needing him. You don't want to think!- period.

Taking a deep breath, you look down at your feet. "Yes, I'm fi- well, no, but- I... I just... Grease, just... please... I cant, right now. I just... want you... "

After a moment, you look up with a pained expression (So tired, so worn out, so needing to just feel good).

The kiss you get slammed with starts with the tongue, then the lips follow and it makes you absolutely dissolve into him.

Hades:

The moment that you sat down on his lap, that determined look in your eyes, Hades knew what you were going to try.

The naked need in your eyes and your kiss were explanation enough for him, apparently- after all, he was a busy man himself. Always stressed, always overworked, always frustrated and tired. And if you were offering a way to help with that~ Then he was more then happy to play along. Especially with you.

His smooth lips drew a hot line across your skin as he pressed firm kisses from your lips, to the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your throat and down your neck. Your fingers dig into the fabric pf his toga that you hadn't managed to get off of him, the feeling he left in his wake enough to make you squeeze around nothing. Its not enough, you need him, you need-

"Hhh- Hades- "

"I know, sweetheart, I know. I got you. Just a sec." He pulls back and smirks at you, and you feel devastated by it. He's so handsome. He's so perfect. You're so glad, he is the way that he is. "Just let me enjoy this for a nanosecond, okay?... we both know I've been angling for this for a while... " Yes, since you met. It took him a while but he finally managed to get you dating him a couple of weeks ago... you haven't fucked, yet.

Sighing, you lean your body forward and rest your forehead on his shoulder. This isn't enough. You need his cock, you need him to pound you, you need him to make you cum and slowly, gently pull out... just to slam back in and again and fuck you rough into another squirting orgasm. You... need... him!!...

"Its been a tough week, huh doll?" Hades asks, above you, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger, feeling you throb in his lap and loving it.

"... Yes... " You force out, feeling his hard cock just under you, right where you want him but yet so far... God its big, it'll stretch you so well...

"Gotta say- this is a pretty good way to release the tension babe. Maybe we can make this a bi-weekly thing? Or weekly? Every other day?- "

"Hades!" You cry, begging.

"Alright alright," He chuckles, and finally disappears his toga from his lap, allowing you to pull your own up over your thighs eagerly line yourself up with the monster. Just as you're about to finally finally sink down on it, Hades sticks a finger into the soft skin beneath your chin, and guides you up to connect his gaze with yours again. That smirk is still on his face, though its even darker now. "Let me take care of you, eh?"

Offenderman:

"Fender, Fender please. I'm begging you."

As you work at his belt, fumbling with the buckle from your manic neediness, Offender watches; Letting you struggle and enjoying the sight. But also taking the opportunity to find out why you're working at his belt. "Honey, this isn't like you... what's up?"

"I just want you to fuck me, Fender, what do you mean- ah!" Either you're terrible at undoing belts or you're just that worn out and tired that you cant use your fine motor skills because the damn thing pricked you. Sucking on your pricked finger, for a moment, you pause. "... Can you do this? I'll do mine- "

"C'mon, babygirl. You do me a favour and I'll do you one. Tell me what's up,... " While you cross your arms and frown, not wanting to talk about it at all, Offender puts his hands on his belt and pulls the strap back. "And I'll do these."

Ughhhh... You want that, you want him to take off his pants for you... you need him to help you... but you do not want to talk about how bone tired, exhausted you are. "I... "

"C'mon."

"I'm just... tired... and... "

The buckle slips out of its hole and you sigh, tightening your arms against your chest. "What else, baby?"

"I'm just so tired. That's all." You blurt out, dropping your arms to your sides and sniffling. "And I just- I don't wanna think, I just wanna be full, and happy. Okay?? Can you please just- help me??"

Offender's mouth is spread in a grin, no teeth and no mischief; Just him smiling at you. But then a tentacle glides up your leg and dips into your own pants, and the grin widens into that smirk you're so familiar with. "... I think I can do that... "

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