#cruella x reader

[fandomnerd9602]

hello good sir,would you please make one of 2021 cruella x Reader? Thanks.

Cruella saunters up to Y/N…

Cruella: I am quite a fan of your designs, darling

Y/N: t-thank you Ms DeVille

Cruella: please call me Ella. how would you feel about-

Y/N: I-i don’t really know about being an assistant, ma’am. I just love designing for fun.

Cruella: I would never ask you to be an assistant. That is too low for you.

She wraps her arms around Y/N…

Cruella: I was going to ask you to be mine

Y/N: o-oh…okay

Cruella giggles deviously…

[pezberrywhoreee]

cruella x (fem) reader smut drabble!! 'the inspection'

Pairing: dom!cruella de vil (Cruella 2021) x subfem!reader

Words: 1,111

content warning: D/S relationship (heavy), degradation, mocking, cunt inspection, light mommy kink, mentions of torture

Summary: Cruella gives you some well earned attention...though not nicely or selflessly.

Note: Nobody on this planet is producing queer Cruella fanfiction and it's starting to eat away at my soul. I'll do it, bitches. I'm so disgustingly obsessed with this movie and this woman btw...i should be institutionalised. I'll try to hold back but I cannot promise anything :D. (if y'all like this, i may continue this, post it on ao3 (@faberryslut09). i just needed some to write something before i exploded from horny :))

You could already feel yourself practically leaking onto the hardwood floor of the kitchen.

Cruella hadn't explicitly ordered you to be kneeling for her by the time she arrived from a long day of hunting for the right pieces for the next collection, but you thought that it would be a sweet surprise. Plus, it was going to eventually happen that night so why not start the fun earlier?

Your head dropped and your hands clasped behind you back as the sound of the lift resounded throughout the warehouse.

The much present desperation invited a soft shake within your bare body, shivering in anticipation.

This was made more intense at the clank of the lift door opening followed by the rhythmic tapping of a cane and boots against the wood. Your breathing stopped momentarily out of fear when the sound came slower, almost feeling the need to look up but you could feel her gaze burning into your body.

The woman's evil cackle erupted in the quiet space, adding to the tension filled room. There was a hint of mischief to the laughter that sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. You tried to quiet the involuntary mewling noises rising in your throat.

"Oh darling~ how depraved". She chuckled, looking down on you, literally and figuratively.

Cruella's low, sophisticated voice never failed to bring you certain feelings of arousal and compliance. As soon as you heard that tone it was like clockwork of how instantly you were by her feet.

Your eyes fluttered shut at her mocking tone which was accompanied by her free hand in your hair, gently petting and playing for now. The trembling of your body threatened to intensify but you tried to compose it as best as you could. Much to the woman's amusement, you were still steadily shaking from the intense arousal powering your being.

Cruella began to circle your kneeling body, her cane tapping along with her. "How long have you been waiting like this, pet?". She asked, seemingly unbothered.

You kept your head down as you answered her, a betraying whine in your voice. "About half an hour, ma'am".

A refined brow shot up in response as well as a smirk tugging at her lips. "Well...consider me impressed, darling. Although you could do far better than that". She said as is if she wasn't convinced by her own praise followed by her usual condescending remarks. You felt yourself drip each time she spoke.

"On your back, I must inspect you". She commanded effortlessly. "You know how it is, pet", she whispered seductively.

Wordlessly, you placed you arms in front of you on the hardwood floor, lifting your weight to stretch you legs out and gently push yourself onto your back.

A sense of vulnerability washed over you at how she took in every inch of your body, the hunger in her eyes growing. That animalistic stare forever burned into your mind. You could feel her obsession just through her eyes.

A louder chuckle was heard from above as the light perfectly caught the small puddle that was underneath you. The woman placed her cane down and crouched down in front of you, eyeing the slick on the ground. The smirk on her face turned into a shit eating grin.

"Desperate, are we?" She mocked, her tone higher in feigned worry. A sigh left your lungs as you felt yourself clench at her tone.

You gasped as you felt the sting of her palm being brought down on your thigh. "Yes, mommy". You answered in a whimper.

She hummed her approval before fully kneeling down in front of your spread legs and groping at your flesh mindlessly.

"Were you thinking about me? About what I would do to you?". Her tone drove you fucking crazy. The lowness was one thing but her seeming lack of care made you feel like she was the only thing that existed. She had barley touched you and you could feel yourself falling into subspace.

"Yes, ma'am", you responded simply, waiting for permission to say more.

"Anything in particular, darling?". The woman asked, her fingers tracing shapes over your skin.

"I— need to be controlled and told how to please you. I will do anything— anything to feel your touch. No one can make me feel like you can. I need someone—smarter to think for me". You recited, desperation embedded in your voice.

"Oh darling~ I am quite aware that you're nothing but a stupid pet who can't think for themselves. I mean...would a non corrupt person get this wet just by thinking? I don't think so". She purred in an icy tone, her hands slowly making contact with your leaking cunt.

You felt the heartbeat in your core quicken as her thumb played with your slit, collecting some slick and rubbing it into your swollen flesh.

A loud whine escaped you when you felt her fingers part your lips, her hot breath inches from your cunt. You instantly covered your eyes with your forearms at how intensely vulnerable it was to get inspected by such a powerful gaze.

You refrained from bucking your hips at the now constant surges of arousal that all landed in your core. Air trapped in your lungs as you felt her nails dig into you thighs, each ounce of pain that she inflicted drove you further into becoming a mess for her.

"I want you to see the effect that I have on you, darling. Isn't it just so consuming?", She asked rhetorically, her glare pointed up to your face. She hummed once more when you lifted you arms away and looked down at her, unable to quiet the moan ready to make itself known.

"I believe you're more than ready to take me...but I could make you wait longer, see how much desperation you're capable of". She threatened, easily slipping her middle and ring finger inside of you due to your heavily aroused state.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull at finally feeling her inside of you after waiting so patiently.

Cruella pulled out just as quickly. "There's a spot on the floor that needs some attention, darling". She purred, referring to the mess that you made.

You instantly knew what she wanted you to do so you got on your knees once more and lowered your face to the ground. As your tongue reached the ground, your eyes fell closed in a secure sense of submission. Groaning at the taste of yourself, you lapped up every drop until the hardwood was clean.

"Good pet. How about some prolonged torture as a reward?" The woman grinned nefariously.

[vlkyriesgf]

pink cigarette // cruella x fem!reader

a/n: OKOK i finally got this out im so sorry it took so long! took a break but jumped right back into it. courtesy to pink cigarette for motivation for this fic <3

summary: As captivated as you are by Cruella, work for the Baroness’s Charity Event is the second thing to invade your mind. Seeing her on the balcony has you debating whether or not it’s the perfect time to let her know how much she’s charmed you.

warnings: mention of fake death, internalized homophobia (like for one sentence), some previous rudeness and insults, very much fluff and pining! but all in all enemies to lovers i guess you could say?

word count: 2.6k

Helping Cruella get her plan in motion for the Baroness’s Charity Event had you busy day after day. It was nice to get back into how it was before the “accident” which had you scared for someone that you had come to care for deeply.

When Cruella brought Artie on board to help her make her label, he also brought you along knowing that you’d be useful, since he considers you an amazing tailor. At first, she seemed like some cold, self-centered designer wanting to make her way to the top of the industry.

During the series of her stunts you’d get snarky remarks and sarcasm for your work. Though your designs would come out great and seem like they’re greatly appreciated, but you couldn’t help but have feeling like you’d be thrown out the moment she doesn’t need you anymore. It was comments that made you feel small and like if you were wasting your time helping her. Maybe it was because of the way she’d talk you down. She was so close to the point where her attempt at intimidating you worked, leaving the scent of her perfume lingering around you. Honestly you don’t know how you put up with her at all.

Cruella showed a liking to you over time, meaning she wasn’t as hard on you as she was on Horace and Jasper. Surprisingly, she told you about her motivation for what she’s doing: her mom and that little necklace. She even went as far to tell you her real name. It was bittersweet, though it was mostly her talking and you listening as her back faced you, unable to see her vulnerability. But you swore heard something genuine in her tone as she decided to show a little bit of herself to you, this changed your mindset about her tremendously.

Unexpectedly, she kept you and Artie around and you noticed that your relationship with her basically went from trial and error to a genuine friendship. You thought it might have been because she had another girl to be around, you know, similar struggles and/or interests. Though, you never would have thought that it would because she started to fancy you.

Throughout the preparation days for her planned Fashion Riot at the Baroness’s Spring Show, she was a little more flirtatious while being cautious about it. Instead of the usual spiteful comments, she’d give you smiles and glances and if she’s having a good day she’ll give you a cup of tea. You admired those gestures and it kind of excited you, making you think what would come next. So it’s safe to say that you were distraught when you saw the warehouse on fire and definitely relived when she came back to you alive.

You now find yourself going around and doing a few finishing touches before you catch a glimpse of Cruella sitting outside on the balcony. Buddy is comfortably sat by the window, his tail wagging when you come near to pet him.

Looking out the window, Cruella is staring out into the city as the sun sets. You gaze at her for a little longer, she looks so peaceful, like it was the first time in a few months that she’s able to relax this way. She’s beautiful. But you can’t confess to her now, not tonight. It was obvious to you that she was in a contemplative state. Of course she would be though, tonight is a big deal for her.

You decide to pour some tea for her and yourself. Walking back towards the window, you place both cups near Buddy before stepping outside. You take a deep breath in as the cold weather hits you, slightly shuffling in your coat while taking the cups and using them to warm you hands.

“Feeling alright?” you ask her after clearing your throat. Sitting on the window ledge, you admired her as faced the city.

“You could say that.” she replied, her tone almost showing no emotion, leaving you to figure out if she was telling you the truth.

“Tea?” you softly spoke out. You aren’t sure where this interaction was going but honestly you’re willing to go with it.

Cruella nods as she finally turns her head to your person, tapping the space next to her. You assumed that she meant to put the cup next to her, so when you turned back after placing it you didn't expect her to call out to you.

“Come sit, darling. I don’t want you to tire yourself out before the tonight.” she coos out.

When you realized the action, you felt your face heat up as you make your way next to her. Her eyes never came off you, even when you take a sip of your tea while you muster up the courage to ask her something.

“Do you really want to go through with this?” you don’t face her as you ask, mainly because you know the answer and expect her to berate you about why she is.

All Cruella does is sigh and put her attention back to back to the city. You were taken aback but weren’t entirely surprised at the action. You’re definitely not going to take her back facing you as an answer this time.

“Cruella, no, I’m being serious.” you retort, attempting to move your head into her view so she can’t avoid your question.

“Awh and you’re so cute when you are.” she teases, quickly turning to you as she said so for your reaction. It’s just the one she wants, her comment flusters you but to her surprise you managed to swiftly compose yourself as you gave her a serious look.

Sighing, she looks at her lap in thought, trying to figure out the right words. “I want to. Have to, need to, it doesn’t matter but its for her.” She looks back up at you and sees you’re finally meeting her eyes, catching her off guard a bit. “..And for me, of course.”

You hum in reply, knowing that shes referring to her adoptive mother. Though, you can’t shake the fact that she can actually get killed this time if anything goes wrong.

“Look, you’re so strong and brave I wish you knew you don't always have to be. I'm here, if you're ever willing to let me help shoulder those burdens." you insisted.

You put your cup down as you move your body towards hers. Looking down, you realized that the tip of your fingers were on hers. “I just want you to be careful. You need to look after yourself as well, not just us so don’t actually die this time okay?” you plead, staying fixated on both of your hands.

Cruella stays staring at you, not just with awe but also with perplexity. “I won’t.” she says breathlessly, the feeling of your hands brushing around hers making her heart race.

To her, it almost felt like a promise, it sounded like your cared about her. She doesn’t know exactly why or when it happened, but Cruella feels like she has to protect you. She came to terms with her infatuation, knowing that there’s so many things that she admires about you. Then again, her mind has always been obscure, you have to let her know gently so she doesn’t-

“Even after all this, after how I treated you, the amount of trust you have in me is truly marvelous.” The recalling of her behavior around you before made you lift your head, it almost had you protest but she continues.

“Sometimes you amaze me, darling. I mean you always do, you have such intuition and real wisdom about things. I like understanding the way you see the world, how you see me." she admits, realizing with each word, she takes a risk.

“Well then, I guess it’s safe to say that we can leave that behind us.” Finally looking back down, you notice that her hands are lightly holding yours. Though it’s not your entire hand and it’s just over your fingers, that gave you enough sense of bravery and reason to let her know how you feel.

“Cruella, I feel like there’s something I should tell you.” you almost blurt out, quickly darting your head up towards her which startles her for a moment.

Stopping yourself to collect your thoughts, she stares at you out of confusion. “Alright, spit it out then, darling.”

Wondering what you’re going to say next, Cruella softly rubs her thumb across your fingers to see if it calms you. It didn’t, though it feels nice, it’s getting you no where near to what you want to say.

Doubt and fear clouds your mind but you breathe in and decide to see how this plays out. After all, this could be the only opportunity to tell her. You turn to her and grab hold of her hands, having them rest on top of your knees comfortably in your gentle grasp.

“Cruella, I really like you. I know it’s.. “unnatural” for me to feel this way about another woman but, honestly, I can’t help it.”

You looked down out of nervousness saying that last part, her staring made your mind start to trail off thinking she was about to explode on you. She didn’t do that at all, surprisingly. Instead, Cruella’s expression is plastered with confusion, her eyes still locked on you. You see how they shift from side to side as if she’s trying to some some complex puzzle.

The silence is deafening, you quickly remove your hand off hers as you’re about to stand and begin to apologize. “Okay, never mind, this wasn’t a good time for this. Just forget that came out of me, I’m sor-“

“No wait, stop.” Cruella interrupts, grabbing your forearm to stop you from walking away. “I was cruel to you, why are you not intimidated like the others?”

Why is she asking that? Did she disregard what was just said? You assume this is her processing, so you just comply. “I said it’s in the past” you start off, still standing with your arm in her grasp while.

“But if it makes you feel better I was, my perspective changed later on. You’re a person too, you know. One that’s capable of change no matter your status or ego.” you tell her, seeing her face soften as you sit back down.

“After the fire, I’ve put you all under great worry. Ever since the start of all this, all I’ve done is hurt the ones I love.” Cruella doesn’t make eye contact, knowing it’s a sign of vulnerability.

Though, what she said gave you hope, she was being vulnerable and admitted her love. As much as you didn’t want to push her boundaries, you really needed to know if her feelings were mutual.

“So you do love me?” you say abruptly. Her shoulders tense slightly but drop right after. She’s tried of trying to go around this conversation in any way out of fear, so she decides to just go with it. No matter how it ends.

“Unfortunately, I do” she finally says, reluctantly.

“Why say it like that then?” you ask her, confused as to why she seems to hate the idea of why she likes you.

“Because I can lose you, don’t you understand?! What’s the point of having you to myself if there’s a chance where you can be taken away in an instant?”

All you could do was stare and listen as Cruella continued her short outburst. You wanted to give her a big, warm hug since this was probably the first time in a while she was able to express her emotions like this.

“I’m sorry. It’s just..you’re very valuable to me” Cruella then shifts closer to you to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, hoping that her motion of gentleness calms you.

Bursts of confidence surge within you as you decide to hold her hand in place. “It’s nice to know you mean it.”

You then turn your head towards her wrist, placing a kiss and letting your lips linger. A small smile forms on you lips after feeling the pulse on her wrist.

Before anything else can be said, you hear a honk from below. Startling the two of you and feeling Cruella’s warm hand swiftly leave your space.

Leaning towards the edge you see Horace standing next to a newly fixed car not believing that it was the very car that Cruella had driven, badly, after the Black and White Ball.

“When I fixed it, I noticed a name. Do you now what this car’s called?”

Your eyes shift to Cruella in confusion to Horace’s question, her attention still on him.

“A devil!” He proudly yells out, not knowing he mispronounced the name on the license plate.

“Horace, I think it’s pronounced “DeVille”. You know, “De-Ville”?” you reply, chuckling as you spoke.

“I like that.” you hear Cruella simply say before she grabs your hand to head back inside. You tug her arm to stop her. “Cruella?”

“Yes darling?” she replies genuinely as she turns to you, the nickname that she always throws around seeming personal this time.

“Please be careful tonight.” You tell her, remembering the possibly life changing event tonight with the Baroness.

Cruella sighs and and fully envelopes you into her embrace, you hands comfortably placed on her waist and her head slightly tilted down to meet your face.

“I will, love. Don’t worry too much, it’ll mess with your lovely head while going through with the plan” Cruella stares at you for a moment, an intrusive thought starts to swarm her mind. She then takes hold of your face and teasingly squishes your cheeks, making your lips pucker.

You’re about to protest since you don’t know why she’s squishing your cheeks, furrowing your eyebrows out of confusion. She then leans in and pecks your lips quickly, gently resting her forehead against yours afterwards.

You freeze up because of that, it’s nice to see this side of her. The side where it seems she has no worry and where she can begin to appreciate these new moments.

“I wonder if this would’ve been different before the fire” you whisper, breaking the comforting silence. Keeping your eyes closed, too shy to meet her eyes after what she did.

“I’m not too sure. I don’t want to ponder on that.” A few seconds pass until Cruella feels you lean in close for a kiss before she backs up a little, confusing you once more.

“What’s wrong?” you look up at her, your tone coming out a little defeated.

“Doing that would be very dramatic, darling. I’ll give you this for now.” Cruella places her hand under your chin and gently lifts your head, titling it to the side a bit.

Goosebumps quickly form on your neck to your shoulders from the sudden cold air hitting your skin. You see Cruella lean down towards your neck, feeling a soothing mix of her warm breath and the cool air.

She places a kiss, similar to the one left on her wrist, where your neck and head meet.

The feeling of her lips makes you melt but when she places one last peck, the blissful feeling is replaced by a tickly feel that makes you let out a small giggle. Facing you again, Cruella fixes your hair to cover the mark her lipstick left.

“When this is all over, you’ll get a proper one, I promise.” she says as she finishes adjusting your hair and coat.

“I guess I have something else to look forward to then.” you tell her, gently squeezing her sides out of excitement.

Nothing else is said as the smug grin you’ve grown to love forms on her lips, her hands reach for your hands once again as you both start to head inside. Even if you both didn’t know where tonight was going to go, you know that you wanted to be by her side the whole way through. Cruella, too, hoped for this, knowing that she’ll get to love every single bit of you.

[blanchettsisla]

Okay, this is for a very specific audience. If your username on character.ai is tiredsimp and you only make Cate Blanchett characters, please, please, please bring Carol Aird back. I legit cried over your not, please bring her back Jesus.

[spookie-bitch]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairings: Cruella x fem!reader Contains: bit of angst but mostly fluff TW: None I can think of, lmk if there is any Summary: At one of your girlfriend's ball's to celebrate her new line, you are quite oblivious to the flirting of one of the guests. Word count: 987

An: my requests are open :)

Cruella watches as you laugh at yet another one of that battered's jokes. You had been talking with him for a good thirty minutes, and she wants nothing more than anything to walk over there and drag you away, but she can't. She would have no reason too. The only people who know about you and Cruella are Jasper, Horace, and Artie. As far as everyone knew, the two of you were just friends. She couldn't blame him of course, you looked positively enchanting in the dress she had made for you. It brought out your eyes and complemented your flawless skin, who wouldn't want you? But that didn't mean she sill wasn't fuming. You could feel her eyes burning into the back of your head but you ignored it. You knew she gets very easily jealous but she had nothing to be jealous of. You were simply chatting with the guests, trying to pass the time. Unfortunately, the guest who you just so happen to be chatting with, not so secretly facies you, you were just to oblivious to see it. "So, are you here alone?" Asks the man casually as he puts his hands in his suit pockets. "Not really," you reply with a smile, "I'm here with my friends, Jasper and Horace." You motion over to the refreshments, where the two boys have been congregating for the entirety of the ball. "Really?" He remarks with a somewhat surprised tone. It was probably fake, he knew you were here alone, at least he thought he did. Cruella's eyes stared menacingly at the two of you as she takes a sip of her champagne, her grip tightening on the glass. She couldn't hear what you two were talking about, she was too far away, she just didn't like that you were talking with him at all. "You sound surprised," you state with a chuckle. "Well I just thought that surely a lovely lady like yourself, would have someone to dance with," He retorted in a flirty voice, winking at you. Your face goes a bright shade of red when you finally realize he's been flirting with you this whole time. You couldn't believe that you hadn't noticed, you felt so dumb. You clear you throat to momentarily pull yourself together before speaking, "I'm not really much of a dancer." He seems to take the hint and frowns a bit. "It's not for everyone," he replies politely, "you have a nice night ma'am." He gives you a polite half bow before walking off. You let out a shakey breath you didn't know you were holding, relieved that he's gone. You stand awkwardly, not sure what to do, when you feel a cold hand on the back of your shoulder. "Y/n, darling!" Says Cruella states, a hit of jealousy showing through her sultry voice. "Enjoying the party?" Her grip tightens on your shoulder ever so slightly. You turn to face Cruella, your face still a shade of red from embarrassment. "It's just fine," you reply with a sheepish smile. You can see the storm brewing in her eyes as she slowly looks you up and down, a dangerous mix of jealousy and possessiveness. Her red lips curl into a smile as she meets your eyes again. "Just fine?" She asks in a slightly sarcastic tone. "I had hoped you would be having more fun that that dear," she adds, taking a sip of her champagne, never breaking eye contact. "You know I'm not much of a social butterfly," you respond, trying to lighten the tension that is hanging in the air. She chuckles, "oh I know, darling. I just noticed you seemed to have made a friend," she says, her eyes narrowing slightly. You feel your face heat up. "Just small talk really," you reply, your voice sounding a lot weaker than before, "I don't think he'll be bothering me much more." "Good," she remarks, her voice laced with possessiveness. She leans in a bit closer, her perfume mingling with the scent of champagne in the air, filing your senses. "Because I'd hate for my carefully crafted evening to be ruined by someone who's... uninvited." You nodd slowly and she pulls away, leaving the two of you in awkward silence.

"Shall we take a walk?" She asks, though you know it's not much of a question, and more of a command. She leads you out the big front doors of Hell Hall and out by the unkempt gardens. It is dimly lit, the soft glow from the ballroom casting long shadows that seem to dance in the cool night.She studies you for a moment, her eyes tracing the lines of your dress before locking onto yours. "You know, darling," she starts, her voice smooth as silk as she leans closer to you,"I don't like to share." Your face turns a vibrant shade of red, causing Cruella to chuckle. She gently lifts your chin and turns in to the side, before placing a soft, long lasting kiss where your neck and jaw meet.The warmth of her lips against your skin contrasts with the cold night air, sending a shiver through you. When she pulls back, the imprint of her red lipstick is vivid against your skin and she smiles with satisfaction.You swallow nervously, feeling embarrassed. There's no denying the power Cruella holds over you. "I think it's about time we head back, don't you, darling?" Says Cruella with a chuckle. You just nodd, not knowing what else to do in your flustered state. She smirks and fixes your hair to cover the lipstick on your neck before you follow her back into the crowded room. When you step back inside, it looks as if no one had noticed you or Cruella had been missing, for everyone was preoccupied with their own conversations. For the rest of the night you stick by Jasper and Horace, not wanting to cause another... inconvenience.

[biggest-stupidhead]

Black Tea and Cigarettes

AN: Ah yes it has been quite some time since I updated this. Enjoy :) 

Summary: You need a drink, but you find yourself more intoxicated by your boss....

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: drinking.....lmk if I missed anything

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Jasper stood, holding the sliding door open, Horace was climbing into the back. The rain had stopped, so you forwent the umbrella, locking the door behind you and Cruella. She sat in the front with Jasper and you sat perched on your knees in the back, Horace sitting right next to you. 

The ride was short, which you were thankful for, by the time you had parked your legs were tingling with pins and needles. Jasper opened the door for you and Horace and the two of you spilled out of the back. 

“I’m awfully thirsty,” Horace commented as he straightened out his jacket, Jasper scoffed and the four of you walked up the sidewalk. 

Jasper held the door open for you, tipping his hat at you with a sly grin as you passed through. A live band was playing on a stage in the back, a full bar lined the far left wall, a dance floor in the center, and seating was scattered throughout the room. 

Your eyes raked over the room, women in shimmery dresses hiked upon their slender thighs. Men in dress shirts and slacks ties crooked around their necks. In the corner of the room, you sighted the rest of the designers, laughing and knocking beer bottles against each other. 

You had only just stepped a few feet into the room when a heavy arm was draped over your shoulder. 

“What finally convinced you to come to see me?” It was Roger, his sweaty body pressed against yours. Cruella and the boys paused to take in the sight as you shrugged Roger off. 

“I forgot about that.” You glowered at him and he let out a loud bark of laughter. 

“Well, you’re here now!” He clapped you across the back before jogging to the bar and raising his hand for the bartender's attention. 

The four of you shuffled deeper into the bar, Cruella seemed less than impressed as Roger carried a tray of shots your way. Your group gravitated towards a booth in the corner of the room, Cruella slid in first and for a moment you found yourself in an awkward dance with Jasper, who was moving to sit next to her. But when he saw you wanted to sit next to her he relented and stepped back. You smiled at him gratefully and he nodded at you as he sat across from Cruella instead. Roger dropped off the shots before returning to the stage with the rest of the band. They resumed their song, and you realized that Artie was the main singer, his makeup was less dramatic, making him harder to recognize.

 He winked at your table as he belted out the lyrics to some pop song. You tossed the shot back effortlessly and Horace chuckled at the face you made. Cruella took her shot next, her face also scrunching with the sting of the alcohol. You laughed at her puckered lips and she glared at you. Jasper and Horace took their shots in unison and you grinned, the warmth of the alcohol settling in your chest. 

“This is nice.” You shouted over the bass and Horace nodded in agreement. Jasper shrugged, although the smile on his lips led you to believe that he was happier than he let on. Cruella said nothing, catlike eyes taking in her surroundings as people swarmed through the dance floor. 

“Another!” Horace lifted his hand to a passing waiter and the man nodded in acknowledgment. Jasper shook his head and a short laugh left his throat. 

“What’s so funny?” Horace shot him an irritated look and Jasper laughed harder. 

“It’s just...we haven’t done this since…” He paused, an uncertain look thrown your way and you raised a brow at him. Cruella cleared her throat and sat up straighter. 

“It's been a while that’s all,” Jasper concluded and Cruella seemed more at ease, you wondered what Jasper really meant to say. 

This continued, drinks were finished and then replaced soon after until the room spun, the music was louder now, or maybe you were just drunk. You ended up on the dance floor, after trying and failing to drag Jasper out it was just you and Horace acting a fool out there. The two of you had been dancing for some time before you took a moment to get some water from a drinking fountain down the hall from the bathroom. 

Here, the music was quieter and you could already feel the headache building in the base of your skull. You had been guzzling the water when you heard a soft scoff, you lifted your head and wiped your chin. Cruella stood down the hall, her back propped up against the wall, in her fingers was another cigarette, half is gone already. You wondered how long she had been back here. 

You walked over to her and leaned up against the opposite wall, a sleepy grin on your lips. She smirked back at you, her cherry lips curled back to reveal bleached teeth. Your heart faltered in your chest at the sight, you wanted to press your lips to hers, taste her lipstick and the alcohol on her breath. She blew out a thin wisp of smoke and you crossed the hall, holding your hand out for the cigarette and she passed it to you. 

“Thought you quit.” She commented as you brought the cigarette to your lips, taking a moment to note the lipstick stains on the end. You placed it between your lips, inhaling sharply and pausing before removing the cigarette from your lips, making eye contact as you did so. 

“So did I.” You said, smoke curling out of your lips as you passed the cigarette back to her and she grinned at you mischievously. You grinned back, as if sharing a joke, and in a way you were. Something between the two of you that nobody else would quite understand. Your mind was muddy as you brought your foot forwards, the toe of your heel touching hers. You were pleasantly surprised when she didn’t pull her foot away, you grinned and leaned closer, she seemed confused but not opposed. 

“Did I ever tell you that I liked your lipstick?” You asked, tilting your head your eyes trained on her mouth, watching as it twitched up into another smirk. 

“You haven’t.” She said, and you lifted your hand carefully as if you were approaching a wild animal, the movement slow but sure. You carefully brushed a white curl off of her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. 

“Well, I’m saying it now.” You told her, slowly pulling your hand away, letting it fall back to your side. Her blue eyes were flickering across your face, full of uncertainty and confusion now. You liked it, she always was so confident of herself, and to see this side of her felt like a privilege. 

“You can wear it tomorrow with your dress.” She said, eyes still fluttering, lashes brushing against the apples of her cheeks. You smiled and turned, meaning to go back out onto the dance floor, but her hand caught your wrist and now it was your turn to be confused. She reeled you in, her fingers holding you in an iron grip. 

You stumbled a bit at the sudden motion, trying not to collide with her, but she pulled once more. In your drunken state, you couldn’t exactly right yourself in time, so you fell against her chest. You could feel her heart beating through her silk dress shirt. Her nails were digging into the soft flesh of your arm and now your breaths were mingling, lips inches apart. It was more intoxicating than the alcohol you had consumed, you could already taste the menthol and vodka that was lingering on that silver tongue of hers. 

You brought your hands up to steady yourself against the wall, her hand still circled around your wrist. You stayed like this, unsure if this is what she wanted, your mind swimming with a million thoughts. She let out a shaky breath and you did too, eyes fluttering shut as you leaned forward slightly. She let out a strangled yelp and shoved you off of her, and you stepped back, eyes wide and filled with fear. Your clouded mind cleared immediately, now you weren’t thinking of her lips or her soft flesh, now you were thinking about your job, and how screwed you were. 

“I-I’m so sorry.” You apologized as she smoothed out her shirt, hands shaking slightly. 

“Let’s not speak of this.” Her voice was stern and her face appeared panicked as you nodded in agreement. In these times, homosexuality was not welcomed openly, and you knew this. It was something you fought with daily, trying to conceal yourself among the masses. 

“Okay.” You agreed with a curt nod, it felt as if a rock had settled in the pit of your stomach. You hated to admit it but you liked this job, you liked your boss, apparently too much. You liked her stupid henchmen, the designers, and the luxury that came with the role. 

You decided that overcoming your lust for Cruella would be best for you in the long run. You left, head down fighting back tears, it hurt all the same. Why had she pulled you so close just to push you away? 

And the comment about her lipstick? You had been certain she was insinuating a kiss. By the time you made it back to the open dance floor, you hardly felt like dancing. But Jasper found you, his large warm hand caught your bicep and you lowered your head. Your free hand quickly swiped away the tears that had managed to escape before you met his gaze straight on. 

“Hey, hey come on Horace and Artie are about to-” his words were cut off when Cruella’s palm landed on his shoulder. He turned, leaving you in favor of addressing Cruella, who steered him back towards the booth. You watched them go, eyes stinging with unshed tears. It was foolish really, you should have known better, you decided that you were done for the night, even though it was barely midnight. 

You did have a big day ahead of you after all. You knew better than to wander off without telling someone that you were leaving, so you found Artie and Horace at the bar, a platter of shots in front of them. 

“I’m going to head out.” You shouted over the loud music and Artie groaned, grabbing your shoulder and steering you towards the booth, Horace sporting the drinks. 

“You can’t go, we're about to take shots!” Artie whined and you grabbed his arm, facing him with wide red eyes. He saw the tears brimming over your lashes and motioned for Horace to move on. Leaving the two of you alone, you didn’t want to tell him about Cruella, about the embarrassing failed attempt you had made on her. 

“I’ll walk you.” He motioned towards the door and you nodded, wiping your eyes quickly. 

Cruella watched you go, looking past Jasper and Horace who were bickering over something. She could still feel your breath on her lips, she could still smell your shampoo and feel your warmth pressed against her. It had felt so right, as if your body was meant to press against hers, filling all the cracks. 

Yet she had pushed you away, and she hadn’t missed the raw hurt that crossed your face. The way your eyes shone with tears as you retreated with your tail between your legs. There had been no satisfaction in turning you down, but she couldn’t afford to give in to the temptations. She had already indulged herself enough by hiring you, by making a dress for you. 

She couldn’t afford to lose the progress she had made. She wouldn’t let herself lose sight of her goals because of some pretty face. So she watched you go, although it sent a dull wave of pain through her chest to see you leave. 

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You made it back to your flat, Artie had sat down on the floor, Buddy and Nike kissing his face. You sat your purse down on the table and dropped onto the sofa, head hanging back and looking up at the ceiling. Artie joined you after a few minutes, his arm hanging over the back of the sofa. 

“Wanna tell me what made the big bad lawyer cry?” He pressed and you glared at him through burning eyes. 

“Not particularly.” You turned your head to look at him, your cheek resting against the back of the couch. He sighed and sat up straight, his eyes soft and accepting. 

“Did you get rejected?” He asked and you tensed, eyes widening. Had he seen you and Cruella? 

“….How did you know?” You spoke slowly and Artie laughed. 

“I’ve been rejected my fair share. I know how it feels.” He was very clearly trying to comfort you, but you weren’t really interested in feeling better. You just wanted to wallow in this embarrassment and forget about it come morning. 

“Artie, I really don’t want to talk about this.” You let out a bitter laugh as he nudged you with his knee. 

“I get it.” He raised his hands in surrender and you felt your shoulders sag with relief. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to tell him. Not about Cruella, but about your sexuality, if anyone understood it would be him. 

“There is something….that I would like to tell you.” You turned to look at him and he raised a brow, motioning with his hand for you to continue. 

“I-I like women.” Your voice shook a bit but it felt good to share your secret with someone else. 

“Oh, honey I know.” He laughed like it was so obvious, and you felt slightly offended that he had read you so effortlessly. 

“With these nails and that hair cut how could I not?” Artie chuckled as he took your hand and inspected your crudely cut fingernails. You pushed your bottom lip out in a pout and snatched your hands from his grasp. 

“Rude.” You grumbled, busying yourself with picking at your nails. Artie sighed and shuffled closer to you. 

“Look, you’re very brave for telling me,” Artie said sincerely and you looked up at him with soft eyes. 

“You think so?” You whispered and he took your hands back into his own, his grip tight and reassuring. 

“I know so.” You smiled at his words, he gave you one last squeeze before releasing you. 

“Now, we’ve got a big day tomorrow, I personally don’t want to be hungover.” He clapped you over the shoulder and stood up. 

“I’ll take the couch.” He gestured towards your tiny couch and you shook your head. 

“Nah, my bed is big enough for two.” You smiled and gave a light tug on his sleeve and he laughed, standing to join you up the stairs. 

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The next morning you were awoken to the sound of your doorbell repeatedly ringing. You sat up at the same time as Artie, who looked at you through half-asleep eyes. 

“Who is that?” He grumbled before falling back onto your pillows. You checked your alarm clock, eyes widening when you realized it was already seven in the morning, you had an hour before you needed to be at Hell Hall. 

“Oh fuck.” You threw the covers back and scrambled out of bed, you were only in a ratty t-shirt and your underwear. The doorbell was still ringing insistently, so you raced down the stairs of your two-story townhouse and threw open the door. Jasper’s hand flew over his eyes when he saw your state of undress. 

“M-Miss (L/n), Cruella requests your presence.” You cursed at his words, tugging on the hem of your shirt, Buddy and Nike were pressing against your legs, wanting outside. 

“Let me go wake Artie up, and get dressed.” You almost shut the door but Jasper stuck his foot over the threshold. 

“I’ll take the dogs out for you, oh and Cruella requested that you bring your dog.” Jasper’s face was hardly visible through the crack, you sighed and reached behind you for the leashes, passing them to him through the door. You turned and ran back up the stairs as Jasper collected the dogs. Artie was already dressed by the time you made it upstairs and he was busying himself with your closet. 

“Really dear there is not much to work with, in here. I’m surprised Cruella allows you to show up in these rags.” Artie was holding your best dress shirt and you scowled at him before snatching it away and throwing it onto your messy bed. 

“Shut up, find me my black dress pants, I’ll be changing into something more formal when I arrive anyway.” You grumbled as you began to change into the shirt. 

“Oh no darling, wear this!” Artie pulled out one of the two evening dresses that you had, a silky deep forest green ensemble. 

“It’s a bit too dark for spring, but it’s better than showing up in that.” Artie passed you the dress and you begrudgingly pulled it on, trusting his opinion. Once you were dressed the two of you hurried out the door, you still struggling with your bedhead. You both piled into the van, Buddy, and Nike waiting patiently for you. Jasper slid the door shut behind you and ran around to the driver's side. The van sputtered to life and you were off, speeding down the narrow roads out of the city. The mansion was already buzzing with activity, crews of various services loading and unloading boxes from the massive home. 

Jasper led you and the dogs up to Cruella’s personal workroom, where she was busying herself with looking over some of the pieces. Jasper left shortly after knocking on the door, leaving you alone with her for the first time since the evening prior. She didn’t bother looking back at you, too busy smoothing out a gossamer gown.

“Go put that one on.” She ordered, pointing vaguely towards the finished gown for you, sage green with tulle, you didn’t bother arguing simply slipping out of your silk dress and trading it for Cruella’s work. You turned your back to her as you undressed, feeling your cheeks flush with heat from embarrassment. You noticed that Cruella stopped moving, nothing but the sound of her bracelets jingling and her soft breathing filled the room, along with the shuffling of your dress. 

“Stunning.” Her heels clicked against the floor, you jumped when her cold hands skimmed over your bare shoulders. Her warm breath tickled your throat, one hand gently tilted your chin to look up, and you noticed a mirror in the far corner of the room. You hardly recognized yourself nestled in the flowing fabrics, with Cruella’s hand basically wrapped around your throat. 

“Don’t you adore it?” Her words were breathy and suggestive and you nearly whimpered as her thin fingers grazed down your throat to rest over your clavicle, just above your cleavage. 

“I-I do.” You swallowed thickly and she laughed, pulling you flush against her body. 

“I made a promise to you last night, do you remember?” You wracked your brain, eager to please her, but you came up empty. She turned you around, one hand on your hip, the other on your cheek. 

“I told you that you could borrow my lipstick.” Sure enough, she was wearing that same devilish red color on her plump lips and you found yourself salivating. 

“I’d like that very much.” You saw where this was going, and you were growing impatient. 

“I keep my promises.” Cruella leaned in, her nose bumping against yours, her breath smelled like cigarettes, she must be stressed. 

“Please.” You whimpered and her hand wound into your hair, pulling your mouth against hers. You groaned as your mouths moved against each other’s, her tongue prodded at your lower lip and you opened your mouth eagerly. Your own hands were cupping the sides of her face, relishing in the softness of her skin. Suddenly she pulled away, and you panicked, wondering what you had done wrong. 

“You need to get to hair and makeup, go now.” She flicked her wrist, dismissing you and you gaped at her. Your hand came to hover over your wet lips before you looked in the mirror, she had kept her promise, her lipstick was smeared messily over your lips, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

The harmony of fashion - part 2

Warnings: Smut and therefore 18+ only, first Meetings, fix-It, fluff, smut

Word count: 1.3 K

Pairing: Cruella x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Reader is the lead singer of a local London Rock group, and right in the scene where Cruella and the others are escaping from the police after the parade, Cruella and Reader accidentally bump into each other.

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Emma Stone characters masterlist]

Part 1 HERE

"I will need all the information that can be obtained from the party" I spoke, while petting Buddy"I want to know about the guests, even who will clean the floors"

"That's a piece of cake," Jasper spoke up.

"Maybe, if we're lucky, someone might help us, from the inside"

"Help us? What do you plan to do?"

“Wait, and you will see”

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The world was a small place, and London, it seemed, much smaller. 

Turns out, the baroness's trusted bartender had to cancel she because of his little tooth extraction surgery, so the witch hired the star bartender of ' The Camden Assembly Pub', who happened to be T/N 

Jasper innocently gave me the address of the place, but, I didn't even read the damn paper, I just had to walk a little further than Regent's Park, and there I could see her.

Now, she wasn't wearing a nice Rockstar outfit , she was just wearing black pants, a black blouse, and a brown apron; her hair was pulled back, and she only had a light layer of makeup on, leaving a few small spots visible to the naked eye. 

She was at the back door of the place, talking and laughing with another boy, while they both smoked a cigarette, until she finished it, threw the butt away, stepped on it, took off her apron and handed it to the boy. With a quick movement, she reached into the room and took out her bag and a coat, put on the garment and let down her hair, letting the black sea cascade down her back, she said goodbye to her friend and began to walk.

I tried to follow her, discreetly and at a great distance, but, we didn't have to walk far, apparently, being a bartender by day and a rock star by night, makes good money, since the woman lived near the famous ' Road ST. John's Wood Ter'. 

The woman was going to open the door of a large building, a group of apartments, so I quickened my pace, until I reached her side, just as she inserted the key into the lock. 

"Will go up?" 

“Yes, please” I tried to make my voice hoarser, so I could sound like a man, but the tickling of the fake mustache just tickled me, making the task more difficult. 

"Come in please" 

She closed the door and got on the old elevator, so, I went up after her, she punched number 5, making us both wait for the elevator to reach the floor. 

“When were you going to tell me it was you?"

 She, still leaning against the wall, turned her head to see me, and gave me a smile. 

"I just wanted to see, how long it took you to find out if it was me" 

“Honey, I identified you from Regent's Park. That mustache is very false to me” she mocked 

Carefully, I plucked my mustache, and passed my hand over the area, to try to alleviate the burning a little, causing her to laugh. 

"Thank God you noticed, I thought I'd have to have this dead rat on my face any longer." 

The elevator reached its destination, and she got out, but she turned to see me 

“Are you coming, or what?” 

I followed her to her apartment. 

It wasn't as big as ours, but she kept it well lit, and very organized, full of plants and paintings. 

"Do you want some tea?" 

"No, really, I'm here for my coat." 

"Oh sure, I have it in my room, wait here" 

She tried to get up, but I grabbed her wrist, causing her to stop. 

“I accompany you” 

We both got up, and walked to her room. 

She took out her coat, she was going to hand it to me, but, just as she was going to take it, she quickly pushed it away. 

"Eh, but don't you think I deserve a reward, for taking such good care of him?" 

“Of course you deserve a reward” 

She tried to hang her coat on the same door of her closet, but, I took it from her hands and with a quick movement, I threw her back to the bed, and with grace, I climbed on her lap 

“You are such a good girl” 

I started kissing her neck, tickling her 

"Wow, I didn't think you were such a talkative woman in sex" 

I made her get up, so we could both take our clothes off until we were in our underwear. 

"You're always too loud" She unhooks her bra and I throw it somewhere in the room. 

"Yes, but I'm very quiet when it comes to sex" it was her turn to take off my bra and throw it away 

"Mm, it will be perfect, you will remain silent, like the perfect submissive that I want you to be, while I praise the good girl that you will be" without finesse, I pulled her panties, and I lay on top of her, putting a nipple in my mouth, making the poor woman hold a small gasp in her mouth 

" Shh , no" I try to move away, but I stayed firm giving a light bite to the nipple, causing her to let out a squeal "my walls are almost paper, the neighbors..." 

Without warning, my right hand went straight to her center and I started playing with her clit, causing Y/N to lose track of the conversation and roll her eyes. 

"The neighbors will have to listen to how you shout my name, over and over again" she tried to suppress her moans, but some escaped her "honey, I barely touched you and you're already soaked. Say it's just for me” Y/N tried to turn her head and bite the pillow, but I grabbed her chin and forced her to look into my eyes “tell me you're soaking wet just for me” 

"I'm soaked for you" she whisper between small and light moans 

"That's my good girl" 

I inserted two fingers into her vagina, causing her back to arch and her mouth to open, just a little. 

"You look so beautiful like this, full" I spoke, my body lowered until my mouth was in front of her vulva, so I carefully gave her a long lick, to savor her "And you taste so good" 

Mixing my fingers in and out of her hole, along with my mouth and tongue sucking and licking her clit, Y/N cums , slowing my movements down to a complete stop and seeing her face, with a light sheen of sweat, flushed cheeks, and slightly irregular breathing 

"How was that?" I got up, kneeling on her 

“It was amazing” Y/N got up a bit, sitting down 

“This is where, you can thank me” 

With a quick movement, she changed our positions and quickly began to caress my clit, through my panties, causing me to gasp. 

"Why give thanks, if I can use my mouth for something better"

She lowered until her mouth connected with my clit, sucking a little.

"Wow, who knew a street rock star couldn't pronounce 'oral sex'" she nibbled lightly on my clit making me yell "Ahhh"

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Y/N was a great caretaker after sex. 

She took care of letting me use her shower, lend me her clothes, and even surprise me by taking me a cup of coffee, delicious French sweet bread and a good talk pending. 

"I don't know you're supposed to be dead?" asks Y/N while giving me a beautiful smile, crossing her legs and bringing her cup closer to her delicious mouth 

"Yes I am" I tried to pout "but it just makes me enjoy my anonymity more" we both drank her fantastic tea "Y/N I have a plan”  

"Of course you do, you're an intelligent woman... And I like intelligent women" Y/N flirted as she placed her hand on my thigh, giving soft and light massages "But..." he approached my ear and whispered " What do I get? 

“A night of luxury, chaos and a possible death” 

"The thing about death doesn't convince me at all" 

"It won't be yours" 

"Good. But I'm still not convinced." She gave my neck a long lick. 

“How about more nights like this?” It was my turn to bite her bare shoulder 

"Well, where do I sign, princess?" 

Note:

I hope you enjoy this.

I appreciate the reblogs, the likes and the comments

[its-really-dry]

currently feeling betrayed by @biggest-stupidhead right now. the AUDACITY. leaving me on a cliffhanger at 11:40 pm >>>>>> smh 🙄

[nisobird]

SO UMMM,,, after a lot of thinking i decided to finally post my twisted wonderland oc! Her name is estella and she is crewel's niece 🥹 i based her on estella (lol) from the cruella live action movie! And as you can see i ship her a little bit too much with azul LMAO it's been two years with this gremlin and i'm finally posting her in the internet 🐧

I have a lot more of her to show but,,, hehhejdjxuuzuUHGHHJF

[seaslugfanclub]

Hello! I just wanna say I really like your Disney Villain writings, they are funny and really cute! Can I request where the Disney villains are fighting over who is Y/N’s favorite villain? I thought it would be funny

Oooh great idea! This one was so much fun to write! (Can you tell that Honest John’s my favorite?)

No, I’m their favorite!!

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No one knows how the conversation subject was brought up, but it more than ruined the villians weekly poker night. Curses filled the air and sidekicks where used as meat shields.

“I’m easily (Y/N)’s favorite person out of all of us, no- this entire park!! No one is better friends than Gaston!!” The Frenchman boasted, loose hair’s flying around his face. “They regularly compliment my physique, and they sneak me in special hair products!! There’s no room for argument!”

“Oh please frenchie, (Y/N) isn’t as daft as the other cast members. They have taste for more refined gentlemen. Like yours truly.” Captain Hook scoffed, ignoring the glares from the other villians. “Might I remind you how they gifted me the entire trilogy of ‘The History of Piracy’? Or how much they enjoy my culinary skills? They have supper with me every Tuesday.” Hook affirmed, more than confident he had bested the competition.

That was quickly interrupted by a swift *bonk* on Hooks head, Jafar looming over the ex- pirate with his staff in hand.

“While I agree with (Y/N)’s taste, it surely isn’t a cowardly captain.”

“Why you-” Hook started, only to be bonked on the head again.

“Why me? Well that’s easy, I’m a very persuasive individual. I’m able to… ‘charm’ those in upper management to give (Y/N) longer breaks, or keep any unsavory park guests from harassing our dear caretaker. (Y/N) obviously favors someone who makes their job easier.”

“Your joking right? Didn’t I see (Y/N) yell at you for 30 minutes straight because you were eyeing that princess Jasmine?” Hades chimes in, finally deciding to butt into the conversation after watching the other villians argue from the sidelines. Jafar stopped speaking, averting his eyes and mumbling.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought. But c’mon guys, you know it’s ya boy here who’s (Y/N)’s number one pal.” Hades points his thumbs towards himself.

“I was one of the first people here who (Y/N) met, we knew each from day uno. I can’t count the amount of times that they’ve kept my shit-ass sun god of a brother from bugging me. And they even made the most adorable altar for me, with pomegranates and the whole works!!”

“Oh, so gauche. If it wasn’t for my expertise (Y/N) wouldn’t be half as stylish as they are. Not to mention our ‘girls nights’. I’ve opened an entire new world of skincare for them!” Cruella hissed. (Actually remembering she had to pick up (Y/N) that special cream made from horseshoe crabs)

A threadbare glove raised amidst the crowd, Honest John appearing from seemingly nowhere

“Im sorry to disappoint you all, but it’s myself who’s won (Y/N) heart. They’ve fallen for my effortless charm lock, stock, and barrel! I mean, I’ve been their nap partner countless a times, they quite enjoy cozying up to my fur.” John preened, smiling back at the memories of warm afternoons snuggled up next to (Y/N).

“Fur!? Why you little- I’ll skin you-”

“Just wait till (Y/N)-”

The poker room devolved into full out brawl, nearby cast members rushing into the room in attempt to break up the crowd. All the while, in an empty back room (Y/N) was sharing a sandwich with their guest.

“Y’know what, Ratigan?” They said between bites. “Your my best friend.”

The rat stared up at them, finishing his bite,

“…. Ew.”

[fandomnerd9602]

Estella Miller from cruella 2021 x Male reader?

pls!!

Y/N: so darling what are you working on?

Estella: don’t look! It’s not ready yet!

Y/N: It’s made by you, I know it’ll be astounding

Estella shows her design…

Y/N: it’s like I can feel your passion for it leaping off the page. It’s amazing…like you

Estella blushes and giggles…

[slashingdisneypasta]

Disney Villains x Clueless!Reader || Excerpts

Plot: You had absolutely no idea about their villainous deeds… until you walked in. Part 1??

Characters Included: Cruella De Vil, Hades, Jafar, Lots-O’-Huggin Bear

Warnings: Angst. Also kidnapping, hypnosis, and attempted gas lighting/manipulation.

Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @miss_understood , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , and @yesthetrashbin . Hey y'all! Have some drama with your August. xo

Cruella De Vil:

When you walked into Cruella’s house, using your own key (You were meant to surprise her. It was supposed to be nice!), and heard her talking to Le Pelt on the phone in her office, you were so shocked. And so was she, when she left her office and saw you there in the hallway with a horrified look on your face.

Cruella is non-too-happy about your surprise, that is for sure. As soon as she lays eyes on you and realises what you just heard, she is so frustrated. Now you’re going to make this a thing, damnit. You’re probably going to try to leave her- all because you acted stupid and tried to surprise her. Ugh! … now darling, don’t lose your little head over this, they’re just some puppies, after all- When you immediately turn and storm back towards the front door again, chucking your key at a hallway table, Cruella wouldn’t move. She wouldn’t run after you; She’s not the type. But the frustration in her voice would build and she’d give up trying to be calm and careful with you, yelling after your retreating form. Wait right there! Y/N! Turn around. You walk out that door and you’ll never work in this- or any industry, ever again! I promise you that!-

When you slam the door behind you, she will not follow you.

… But never fret, she does care… and she’ll have her admirers Le Pelt and Alonzo abduct you in the middle of the night.

Good, put the nitwit in the truck, now. Gently, you fools. Y/N- you didnt think it would be that easy, did you?? Ha! We're taking the train to Paris, soon. You've always wanted to go- so keep quiet and enjoy the ride...

Hades:

When you walked into the throne room and saw Hades holding Meg up off the ground precariously by her throat, and you heard him say something about taking over Olympus and Hercules- and Hades noticed you standing there horrified and disgusted- everything stopped.

Hades would know immediately that he fucked up. That you would have a hard time forgiving him- if you ever did at all. He would know.

Hades would be desperate. He’d be pathetic, true slimy used-cars-salesman style; Following you as you storm out of the room and down the hall to your room and begging you all the way. Offering you things which fast develop from foot rubs and chocolate coated strawberries to being Master of the Gods- Master of the World- Master of whatever you want! He tries to convince you that this is a good thing, that he’s doing it for you, so you two can be happy together.

This is all while you’re grabbing your most important things and throwing them into a sack, throwing him poisonous glares because how dare he even look at you right now that make him flinch and be quiet. If only for a second. Overall, the man cannot stop talking.

I love you, babe, you can’t- No, no, you’re not leaving. I’m not gonna just allow-

Okay okay okay, I get it! I get it, I shouldn’t threaten you right now, I get it. I’m sorry. You- you probably need some time to cool off, yeah?? Hey, that makes sense!! I would be the same, yeah?? You know what? Take a week- two! Take two weeks… take all the time y’like. And then when you’re ready, you’ll call me, and we’ll talk! I’ll set out a nice cheese platter, some wine,.. we’ll make it a picnic! It’ll be great! Ba- Babe, you’ll understand, you’ll agree, I promise! This is- this is the best thing for the both of us! I promise! I- I’m only thinking of you, sweetheart, of us. I promise! Baby- after I do this, we’ll have everything! I swear! Everything we ever wanted; You can get that house on the mountainside you had your eye on, doesn’t that sound fabulous??

And Zeus?!

 Zeus?! Zeus, is a needle brained moron who doesn’t deserve- Okay okay! I’m sorry! You’re right, you’re absolutely right, baby how are you always so right about everything?? We'll set him up with a nice cottage on the coast. What??? That’s a good deal! Coconuts, babes in bikinis, the sky- he'll love it! Come on-

The man would end up on his knees, reaching for you, but you just slip out of his way, flashing another terrible glare. He has talked a lot while you packed but you've said barely two words. And its terrifying to him.

Baby… sweetheart, where’re you gonna be? You- you’re comin back, right?

… Just tell me if you’re coming back, please. Gimmie something-

No.

Jafar:

When you walked in and heard Jafar and Iago cackling about marrying the princess and hurting the poor Sultan, and they saw you standing there, Iago immediately flew off leaving more matted feathers on Jafar’s shoulder than usual from the force he used to get away so fast.

Jafar groans, brushing the feathers off him and muttering. Meanwhile you’re horrified, disgusted, creeped out- and about a million other awful emotions all at once, but you stand your ground. You lift your chin and you focus on him. You ask, really? Is that true?? Are you- Are you going to do that??? Is that the plan!?

… an eye roll, is the response you get and that make you feel even sicker. How could you??? As Jafar starts to cross the throne room, at his leisure, towards you- you start to completely lose your composure; Panic building. The- The sultan is a good man! He’s been kind. He’s your friend! I- I- I don’t understand! Jafar, I- Please, explain!

He sighs at that idea and rolls his eyes deeply, getting closer, leading with his snake staff as he always does. I already tried that.

Wh- What?

You heard me, Y/N. Now stay still.

You don’t know what he means by that, but you don’t like it, it- he, scares you. So quickly you try to turn and leave the room, leave him, but he’s too close now and his fingers are surprisingly strong; Holding you forcefully right where you are. That staff’s pushed right in front of your face, the snake’s eyes beginning to glow and burn into yours. This won’t hurt at all, my dear…

… This isn’t the first time you’ve walked in, before.

Lotso:

When you walked into the library, seeing one of the new toys tied to the ‘time out’ chair that Lotso told you (No, no. Swore to you) was a joke, you were shocked. And it was dark, so Lotso didn’t see you at first.

Twitch did. But by that point you’d heard too much, eyes wide and furious. Uh… boss?

Uhuh what Twitch? I’m kinda in the middle of something here-

Your uh… your Keeper’s, here.          

Wha- my- Oh, honey! At first, Lotso tries to act like you don’t even see what’s right in front of you. Like you’re blind. Like you’re stupid. Like he can wash it all away with some papa bear charm and a kind smile- but there is something darker behind it that you see, now. What are you doin’ outta bed, sweetheart?? Its so late! You’ve had a long day. I’ll be with you in just a second, I just… When he realises that your canyon-deep glare isn’t getting any lighter, he lets it go. He lets it all go; All the sweetness and the charm that you knew him for and all that is left is… something cruel. He looks at you in a full deadpan, a cruel and disappointed deadpan that makes you actually feel cold. Physically. Alright, honey, what’d you see?

Everything!

And what do you plan t’do about it, huh?

I, I…

Hmmm?

…

That’s right sweetpea, there aint nothin’ you can do! This is my shop, now. C’mon, come with me, I’ll explain it all to ya, and you’ll see that this is the best thing for everybo-

I’ll leave.

When you say that, all the warmth in the room is sucked out- some of the other toys like Twitch and Ken look to eachother slightly wide eyed behind Lotso’s back. The look on his face turns from patronising to hard, mean, mad.

He can’t accept that. … Grab ‘em, boys.

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Valkyrie/Brunnhilde (marvel), Vigilante/Adrian Chase, Jake Martin, H.G Wells (time after time 2017) Steven Grant, TASM!Gwen Stacy, Cruella (2021)

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Papa Crewel

a drabble In which Yuu/Mc realizes Crewel has become their father figure.

Summer vacation is fast approaching and Yuu is...still there. It’s not surprising but also very upsetting. But right now the most pressing issue is how they will spend the summer. Because with the school being closed for the next few months, Yuu is kinda screwed and will likely be stuck as a grounds keeper for Crowley just so they have a place to stay. Luckily for them, the rest of the staff won’t let that happen. They all debate on who should act as Yuus guardian over the summer. Trein initially offers. He’s a father himself and raised two girls, what's one more child for a couple months? Crewel immediately shoots it down, and says he will gladly take Yuu in. He says it would be best for them to go with who they would be most comfortable with, and as their homeroom teacher they know him best. But truthfully Crewel has grown rather fond of Yuu over the school year. To simply pass them off on someone else felt wrong. Besides, a summer with old Trein? His pup would be bored out of their skull and he can’t have that. Other staff members offered up their homes, but Crewel refused to back down on the matter, and it was decided Yuu would be sent to live with him.

On the last day of school, after everyone had gone, Yuu and Grim packed whatever few belonging they had into the back of Crewels car before bidding campus farewell for the time being. The drive isn't very long, and they are soon pulling up to the surprisingly large house. A few excited dogs run up to greet them, and Yuu thinks this may not be so bad. Crewel shows them to their room. Grim makes himself comfortable on the bed as Crewel explains the house rules. Which isn't much, mostly the usual clean up after your self, if you're going out let him know, etc. For such a strict professor, he’s oddly lax as a guardian. As the next couple weeks pass, things are...normal. Yuu sleeps in a bit, plays with the dogs, maybe walk around with Grim to explore the neighborhood, is always back in time to help Crewel make dinner. This is the most stability Yuu has had in almost a year and it feels surreal. They keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it never comes. Instead of Overblots and magical misshaps, they get lake visits and shopping trips. 

Their room is comfortable. The first week there Crewel helped them unpack and even offered to take them to get a few things to make it more to their liking. Like picking out bedsheets, curtains, maybe some posters. Yuu doesn't want to take advantage of their teachers' generosity, but Crewel won’t take no for an answer, and soon the room feels almost like Yuu had lived there the whole time. Even the dogs have taken to napping at the foot of the bed with Grim as if it's always been this way. Among the things Crewel got for Yuu was a new phone. He said the one Crowely gave them was no better than a cheap brick, and that they needed something that wasn’t going to give out on them anytime soon. Especially in an emergency. Yuu realized Crewel was serious when they and Grim got lost on one of their outings. They ventured farther into town and got completely lost. Every Turn seemed to make it worse and the streetlights had already come on. Not knowing what else to do, Yuu called Crewel who picked up after a couple rings.

 “Hello, Pup, having fun out there?”

 “Um…Crewel? I need help.”

His voice got very serious at hearing how worried they sounded. “What’s wrong?”

   “Grim and I got lost in town and I have no clue how to get back to the house.”

   “Do you know the street name you're on?”

   “Um…White Avenue. And there's a cafe nearby called the Red Rose.”

   “Alright, I’ll be there in about ten minutes. Just stay put.”

   And true to his word, Crewel pulls up in his car soon after, asking if they're okay. Yuu felt an overwhelming sense of relief. They had gotten so used to dealing with everything themselves, that something as simple as being picked up when they're lost was refreshing.

As the summer went on Crewel continued to look after Yuu. From getting their back to school supplies. Taking them on day trips to visit friends. Even scolding them to stay in bed and drink their medicine when they got a nasty cold after getting caught in the rain. One night as they were video chatting with Deuce and Ace, Crewel came into the room and reminded them not to be up too late since they had a ton of errands to run tomorrow and said goodnight.

“He sounds like your dad.” Ace joked.

“Papa Crewel!” Grim agreed, knowing better than the boys that that wasn’t much of an exaggeration. 

Yuu only rolled their eyes. “He’s just being responsible and looking after me.”

“Like a parent would.” Deuce said.

“Are you going to change your last name when Crewel adopts you?” Ace continued to tease. Yuu let him have his fun, but the thought of their professor being like their dad stuck in their head long after the call ended.

An old friend of Crewels was having a baby, and Yuu had tagged along with him to the shower. Everyone was nice to them, people were laughing as the new mother opened gifts. Parents were sharing stories and had their children running about. Yet Yuu had never felt so…alone. In school they had their peers and friends, there was hardly a chance to be lonely. But here everyone was so familiar with one another, family and life long friends. Yuu felt that familiar sense of hollowness they felt over winter break. They missed their friends and family back home. They tried not to dwell on the very real possibility they would never see them again. When it was finally time to leave, Crewel noted how silent Yuu was on the drive back.

Yuu can’t sleep that night. Not wanting to disturb Grim or the dogs, they slowly slip out of bed and wander the halls of the large house. Eventually they sat in the dark of the living room. Hugging a furry pillow, Yuu started to cry. All the loneliness and homesickness that had built up finally came bursting out in muffled sobs. They didn’t know how long they sat in the dark until a familiar voice interrupted.

“Pup? What’s wrong?”

Crewel sat next to them wondering if Yuu had hurt themselves or something. Instead they threw their arms around him and kept crying, the sound no longer muffled by the pillow. Through their sniffling, he managed to figure out what was wrong and hugged them back. Telling them that it would be alright. They weren’t alone. They had him, Grim, and all their friends. 

As Crewel continued to comfort them, they realized Ace wasn’t really joking. Crewel had become a father to them in every way that mattered. 

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Who I write for

Jenna Ortega Wednesday Tara Carpenter Lorraine Day Cruella (2021) Lydia Deetz Harley Quinn (any universe) Ellie Williams

What I will write

Female x female

Female x gender neutral

Parent x kid (platonic)

Fluff, angst, dark themes, gore, comfort, trauma

What I will not write

Female x male

Parent x kid (not platonic)

Smut, incest, rape, yandere,

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Cruella's favorite

sypnosis: working as a designer for one of the best fashion obssessed icons in London whose name was almost as feared as the Devil's, Yuqi De Song, is definetly not a light job. Unless you become her favorite employee, her rewards are priceless.

trope: Boss x Employee

pairing: Cruella!Yuqi x Designer, Fem! reader

genre: smut

warnings: skinship, sexual intercourse(fingering, 🐱 eating, kissing and licking body), kissing

wc: 1.5k

A/n: I've always wanted to write a cruella fic but now its even better imagining Yuqi as one, enjoyy😚😚

“And what makes you worthy of working for me?” sharp words escaped Yuqi’s mouth, eyeing y/n. After moving to London, Y/n wanted to continue improving and working as a fashion designer. She was aware of her skills enough to apply as a designer in De Song Couture Fashion House. Obviously, knowing what she was getting herself into, she wasn’t afraid of a little challenge.

“I promise you, Mrs. Song, I won’t let you down.” Said Y/n, being sure of her words. Yuqi leaned on her white table, resting her head on her crossed fingers as her critical eyes scanned Y/n’s features. She will surely keep an eye on her for a while. “Welcome to the job.” Was all Yuqi said before giving Y/n a new sketchbook with her signature photo on it.

Yuqi De Song, one of the most successful fashion designers in London. Despite her successful career, she was a really bold person. Oftenly feared for her strictness and seriousness. At first, Y/n looked certainly interesting to her and seeing her passion and confidence in her possibilities for a fashion designer, she couldn’t feel a little admiration for her.

And as Y/n promised, in such a small amount of time she succeeded to fulfill Yuqi’s desired looks for the new collection. Y/n felt like she wasn’t just lucky, it was the fact that she understood what Yuqi wanted. Out of all designers Yuqi had employed, Y/n’s designs stood out the most. And that’s what Yuqi loved. Yuqi loved how obedient you were. The way you listened carefully to her words while giving a command and managing to nail all of it really got to her.

If Yuqi wanted flashy, Y/n would combine bold but eye-catching shimmering patterns in her designs. If Yuqi wanted something luxurious, Y/n would make the most elegant piece of clothing with fine fabrics of subtle colors.

All this time Y/n spent working for Yuqi as her designer, she would lie if she said she didn’t develop a slight crush on her and how oddly attractive she was. What Y/n noticed about Yuqi were her long fingers and sharp eyes. Not to mention her split hair colored black and white. Y/n loved how independent Yuqi was and how she always knew what she was looking for in clothes. It’s something Y/n understood about her.

The longer Y/n worked at De Song Counture Fashion House, the more its success grew. Y/n was Yuqi’s golden ticket to a big fashion success. Like a golden ticket to a front row at a fashion show. She didn’t care about her other employees, when she had her right in front of her. And that’s why she decided to give a little reward to her.

2nd person pov

“Mrs. Yuqi De Song on the line. I expect Y/n L/n in my office right now. Don’t keep me waiting. Thank you.”

The whole room echoed with Yuqi’s deep and commanding voice calling out your name. Other designers just gazed at you in jealousy. You put down the small pieces of black fabric on your table and headed upstairs. You thought about the reasons why Yuqi would need you in her office. Not that you complained though.

Standing outside your bosses office you politely knock before entering. Pushing the door open, you were met by the sight of Yuqi’s familiar black and white coat made out of Dalmatian dog’s fur and a pair of those sharp eyes you dearly loved.

“Y/n darling, close the door.” Yuqi gently commanded with a sudden nickname. Your mind rushed like a raging storm, why are you blushing at a silly nickname? Without hesitation you obeyed your bosses words and closed the door before turning to face her again and walking closer to her table.

“Mrs. Song,” your tone was calm and low despite your racing heart at the moment. “You wanted to see me?”

Yuqi's gaze moved on you, her expression being unreadable as she leaned back in her chair. A slight smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Yes, I did," she replied, her voice being low and husky. "I wanted to congratulate you on your recent successes. Your designs have surpassed my expectations and you’ve made a lot for this fashion house.” She folds her hands. “I believe it's time you get a reward for your hard work. ”

Your eyes widened in response. You would have never expected this sudden praise from a fashion designer like Yuqi, even more of a reward. Before you opened your mouth to speak, Yuqi stood up from her seat and walked up to you, crossing the distance between you and her with a lustful gaze.

Yuqi’s arms snake around your waist and pull you in a rough but passionate kiss. It took you by surprise but you kissed her back. Almost as if you had wanted to do this for a long time ago, almost like you needed it, almost like you wanted more. As you two were kissing, you eventually went out of breath. Yuqi’s half closed eyes gazed back at your lips, craving for more like a hungry animal. Yuqi then started attacking your neck leaving fast and hot kisses on it, lightly biting it.

You noticed Yuqi’s exposed shoulder from which her coat slightly fell off. In response, you slide her arm on her other shoulder, take off her coat and throw it aside. “If it gets dirty I’m making you clean it” Yuqi threatened playfully as her hot breath tickled your neck. "I wouldn't mind getting my hands dirty for you, Mrs. Song.” you respond as your hands find their place on Yuqi’s neck. A low giggle escaped Yuqi’s throat as she kissed your lips.

Even if your height difference wasn’t that big, Yuqi could easily take control. She turned your body to the opposite side and pushed you to her table while still kissing you. You roughly laid on Yuqi’s table as Yuqi left deep kisses on your lips, then on your chin and collarbone.

Looking at your chest she continues to go down. You’re not sure of her actions, but you decide to patiently wait for her next move. Looking up at you, Yuqi slowly starts to unzip your pants and takes them off. Revealing your beautiful legs, Yuqi starts kissing them from your knees, to your inner thighs and stops when she gets close to your panties.

“So wet for me already,” Yuqi said as she slid her fingers under your underwear’s fabric and took it off. Revealing your already wet pussy, she admires it for a second. “Be a good girl like you always were and take off your top” In response, you obey and take off your top as well as your bra exposing your bare chest. Yuqi stands up and kisses your lips once more before tracing kisses down your body again.

She starts sucking your right boob almost like a baby while her hand plays with your left nipple. You let out a slight moan looking up at the white ceiling. After Yuqi was done with your right nipple she moved to suck your left. Your fingers found themselves tangled in Yuqi’s hair as she was sucking your chest. ‘God, she is so good with her tongue’ you thought. Yuqi was finally done with your chest and she continued to leave kisses down your stomach. She was slowing her tempo by every kiss until she finally came to your pussy.

She put light kisses on it, just to get a reaction from you. And she did. “Mrs…please.” you begged. Yuqi just smirked and got down to work. Her tongue was finally on your pussy and you felt like heaven. You sat on the table and rested your right leg on her shoulder as you gripped her hair. Hot moans escaped your mouth every now and then. She was eating you out so passionately with an even faster tempo. To spice things even better, she inserts two of her long and slender fingers into you. You let out a high-pitched gasp while closing your eyes.

Slurp sounds and moans were the only thing heard in the room. But who is there to stop you two? Yuqi was the boss there, and you were her favorite worker. She hit your sweet spots so effortlessly that made you feel like you were seeing stars. “Cum for me darlin’, you’re doing brilliant.” She gives a slight praise before speeding up her fingers as your moans got louder. And as you were on your edge, your cum covered her face, but she licked it all.

You were speechless to even say anything cause if someone told you a week ago your Boss would give you the best orgasm of your life you wouldn’t believe them. Yuqi gently kisses your cheek as she slides her nails on your inner thighs.

“Consider this as your reward,” she whispered in your ear, placing another kiss but on your lips. “And consider me yours.”