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Dark!Pixar Villains x Reader || Drabbles

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charles Muntz:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you're heart couldn't take that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Human!Hopper:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tears fill your eyes. "No- "

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

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

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

Its not.

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

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

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

Human!Chick Hicks:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, he's sweet!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No Chick, gross- "

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

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

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

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

Human!Lots-O-Huggin’ Bear:

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

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

That this is inappropriate. That you're uncomfortable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"... thank you... "

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

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

Randall Boggs:

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

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

The count is in the double digits, its ridiculous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"... why!?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I... "

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

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