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pezberrywhoreee · 4 months

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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.

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spookie-bitch · 12 days

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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.

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vlkyriesgf · 1 year

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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.

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blanchettsisla · 10 months

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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.

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 2 years

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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

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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?"

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I hope you enjoy this.

I appreciate the reblogs, the likes and the comments

#cruella x reader #cruella x fem!reader #cruella #cruella 2021 #cruella imagine #lgbtq #female x female #cruella de vil

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nisobird · 25 days

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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

#twisted wonderland #twisted oc #twst #disney #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #octavinelle #oc x canon #divus crewel #cruella de vil #niso art

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seaslugfanclub · 7 months

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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.”

#self insert #disney villains #disney imagine #disney x reader #disney hades #disney gaston #disney jafar #disney captain hook #captain hook #padraic ratigan #ratigan #honest john #cruella de vil

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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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asrmrxx · 1 month

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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.”

#asrmrxx #gidle #gidle x fem reader #yuqi x fem!reader #cruella!yuqi x reader #song yuqi x reader #yuqi x reader #kpop imagines #gidle x reader #gidle smut #yuqi smut #gidle x reader smut

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fandomnerd9602 · 5 months

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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…

#disney #disney fluff #disney incorrect quotes #disney imagine #disney cruella #cruella #cruella de vil #cruella 2021 #cruella movie #emma stone #cruella x reader

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pandorascripts · 1 year

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masterlist (updated)

key: 💕- fluff, 🖤- dark themes, 🥀, angst.

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Sweaty Kisses (💕)

unknowingly yours (🥀,🖤)

Murderous Love (🥀,🖤) ON HOLD

My Heart Is Yours (💕,🖤)

Hot Rage and Cold Tears (🥀,💕)

.241 (🥀)

Ruins (🖤)

fugly slut (💕)

Carrie Moment (💕)

I’ve Missed You (💕,🥀)

Secret Love Notes (💕)

Enid Sinclair

Kara Danvers (2018-22)

Lena Luthor (2018-22)

Alex Danvers (2018-22)

Red Daughter (2018-22)

Pamela Isly

Absent (💕,🥀)

Harley Quinn

Scars(💕,🥀)

maddening love(🥀,🖤)

TVDU

Hope Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

MARVEL

Natasha Romanoff

Maria Hill

Yelena Belova

Wanda Maximoff

MISCELLANEOUS

Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games)

Tahani Al Jamil (The Good Place)

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

Cruella De Vil (Cruella)

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spookie-bitch · 14 days

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🖤Information station🖤

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,

Material list

If you have any questions feel free to ask :)

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem reader #wednesday x fem!reader #wednesday addams #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #lorraine x reader #lorraine day x reader #cruella 2021 #cruella #cruella de vil #Cruella x reader #lydia deetz #Lydia Deetz x reader #harley quinn #harley quinn x reader #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader

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vlkyriesgf · 2 years

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vlkyriesgf’s masterlist + rules

request status: closed!

character masterlist | edit account

characters i write for:

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

rules >:/

don’t request any triggering topics like rape, incest, age gap etc. i’ll be more than willing to let you know

prompts!!

here’s a prompt post i made if your need some ideas for your request :)

your requests will take time as i have school and also work. so please bear with me and ill message you if i have any questions with your request <3 xx

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multific · 1 year

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If He doesn't Scare You, No Evil Thing will

Cruella!Helmut Zemo x Reader

Words: 5.5K

Summary: Helmut Zemo, the best designer, a cold and manipulative man. You, a barista, a kind and gentle person. Nothing common between you two yet fate had its ways to toy with you.

A/N: None of the above pictures are mine, all rights go to their owners, especially the beautiful work of art by @enstatia which inspired this whole story.

Baron Helmut Zemo is the best fashion designer in the entire world.

He was rich, smart and elegant. He was adored by some and hated by many.

He wasn't a gentleman, he was rude and cunning, and he always got what he wanted. In the name of fashion, he had done many terrible things.

The Sokovian noble born became a well-known name in the entire world after his first collection.

Most people knew him for his famous furs, others knew him because he liked to crush the competition, literally.

He always said, fashion isn't kind, so why should he be?

You were always fascinated by fashion, even if you didn't have a taste for it or the money to afford it.

But Zemo's collections always stood out for you, you spent many many hours looking at his clothing. His taste and creativity were beyond everything you could ever imagine.

But you will never be able to afford anything of his, working in a coffee shop certainly didn't give you the paycheck of your dreams, if you were honest you barely made enough to live but you dreamed big.

You let out a long sigh as you were getting ready to close the store finally. A long shift and you were the only one remaining to close it all up.

Just as you were sweeping the floors, a man came rushing in, he was heaving, he clearly had a run, but who would run in a suit like that?

"We are cl-"

"PLEASE! I need a double espresso urgently."

"Sorry, Sir."

"I NEED that coffee or my boss will kill me! Please! I pay extra, double, triple whatever but I need that coffee." he was desperate, probably a new started who was trying to impress their boss.

"Okay." you ended up saying. "But! This is the first and only time! You have to come next time during open hours!"

"Thank you! THANK YOU!"

You made the coffee as best as you could in your tired state before handing it to him.

He really did leave a nice tip for you and was soon out the door, running.

You shook your head and closed up.

The next day, everything went normally. Customers came, left, some leaving you nice tips.

Then, when you stood behind the bar, he arrived again.

"Hello. Coming this time during normal hours." he laughed lightly. "Look my boss really liked the coffee you made for him, so I'll have to come here regularly from now on, maybe even more than once a day. So, I'll always order the same, double espresso, like you made yesterday and for me a cappuccino."

And just like he said, he came to the store every morning at 7:50 sharp, ordered the same thing every time and occasionally, he arrived in the afternoon.

"I do see why Boss likes your coffee, the cappuccino you made for me was amazing."

He was your first regular customer. He told you he worked for a big company and had a husband and a german shepherd. He was talkative as if he didn't have anyone to talk to about these things during the day.

Then, one day, he didn't come in the morning.

It was strange coming from someone sharp.

But, you went on with your day, and just as you were ready to close, the front doorbell sounded off.

It gave you deja vu.

"Sorry, but we are closi-" you stopped immediately when you noticed the man in front of you.

Baron Helmut Zemo.

The leading man in fashion, in this little store.

"I didn't have my espresso today, you see my assistant got sick."

That explained a lot, like how he was always so dressed and in a hurry.

You didn't know what to do. To deny him coffee would be a death sentence.

He sat down at a table like it was the most casual thing.

You made him the coffee, just like you always did.

"Anything else I could get you?" you asked as you placed the mug in front of him.

"No, thank you." as he picked up the mug his hand brushed against yours.

He was much nicer than people made him in their stories. Maybe he was having a good day, you didn't want to poke around, so you left and went back to whipping tables and cleaning the floor.

When he finished, he left you a good tip and without another word, he was off.

Everything happened so fast, you wondered if it was even real.

In the end, you convinced yourself that it couldn't possibly be Baron Zemo, and you just moved on.

The next day, the assistant guy didn't come nor did Zemo so you really must have been imagining things.

However on the third day, just before closing time, both arrived.

"We are still in time right?" asked the assistant, whose name you just remembered being Bucky. "Can I also get a slice of that chocolate cake please?" he asked as he ordered while the Baron sat down. You knew better so you acted like a professional and served them both.

And while they talked about work, you cleaned the tables.

"Y/N." you heard your name being called, nearly making you jump. "Can you help us?"

"No need to bother her, James, I know what I want."

Bucky rolled his eyes as you walked over, you looked at the drawings in front of them.

Two beautiful suits, one dark with fur around the neck, white with black dots, reminded you of dalmatians, the other suit just as beautiful, dark green with gold embellishments. Both are similar styles for a very very rich man.

"Which one do you think is better?" you looked at both of them.

"Both look really nice."

"You have to pick." said the Baron and you picked up both papers.

"I like this one better." you said placing the dotted one back on the table. Zemo had a smirk on his face while Bucky huffed. "But it's missing something." you said as your eyes were glued to the paper.

"Boss said the same thing." said Bucky before taking the other drawing and putting it away.

"Is it for a man or woman?" you asked as it wasn't clear from the drawing, your question was for Bucky but Zemo answered.

"It's for me. It will be made out of fur, real fur, but as you said, it's missing something. And I'm not going to the fashion show with an incomplete piece."

Then you remembered something.

"Do you have pencils?" you asked and Bucky nodded, he gave you the box of coloured pencils.

They both watched you as you did something.

You showed them both.

You added red gloves. Ones that were missing on the fingers.

They both went silent. Completely silent and you knew you messed up.

"I-I'm sorry. I ruined it." you were about to place it on the table when the Baron grabbed it and looked at it.

"He loves it." said Bucky. "He always has that face when he loves something.

"Incredible! You have an eye for fashion!"

"I really don't, Sir. I just-"

"Come with me to the fashion show in Rome! I need your eye, your talent is impeccable."

You tried to refuse, you really did. But it was hard to argue with a Baron. And in the end, you had to go. Because who were you to say no?

You told your boss you are sick, so you won't be able to make it for two weeks.

You couldn't believe you were going to miss work, but the nice check the Baron put into your hands was twice as much as you made in three months.

"For your time." he said when he placed it into your hands. And you nearly doubled over at the amount written on it.

"This is too much."

"Not at all. It's barely anything for your time." he said as he left.

You learned he loved to have the last word.

And now here you were, looking into your wardrobe, realizing just how poor you were.

You didn't even have decent clothes to wear to work let alone to the biggest fashion event!

Then the packages arrived.

Clothes, some were so new they weren't even announced just yet.

And a simple note that the delivery guy handed you as Bucky carried the boxes into your tiny apartment.

'Wear these. H.Z.'

A simple message, you couldn't question it. Then you realized you never even tell him your address let alone your sizes to be able to send you clothes.

"Bucky? How did you know where I live?"

"Oh, easy, Boss told me, he had a feeling you wouldn't have any dresses for a fashion event, so he sent me along, you should try them on."

He sat down on your couch sipping a glass of wine.

Just where did he get the wine from? And how did his boss know where you lived?

And again, you couldn't say no, so you tried everything on. If you were honest you were impressed and also happy to have Bucky there, you had a great time.

Then, the day came.

But instead of Bucky, a driver came to pick you up. It was a luxurious car which drove you to the airport.

You didn't even dare to talk to him, but you do remember his name when he introduced himself, Frederick.

He looked like the kind of intimidating guy who was actually really sweet and kind. But you rather not push his buttons.

"Here she is." said the Baron as you got out of the car, a luxurious jet awaiting the two of you. "James sadly couldn't make it, his husband had an accident and he wanted to stay with him. But fashion doesn't wait so it will be the two of us on this trip, I hope that is okay with you."

"Most certainly." you said as he lead you into the jet and showed you where everything was.

You weren't sure why you were even there, because he liked your idea of red gloves? Because you made good coffee? Why were you there?!

"I can almost hear you thinking, how about we do something creative instead of your worries." he thought you were scared of flying. You weren't. But it was a better excuse than the fact that you had a very handsome and rich man sitting right across from you and it made you nervous.

He placed a couple of drawings in front of you, all with women's clothing this time, gorgeous gowns and suits.

"Which one should be the centrepiece of my show?" he asked as he leaned back in his chair, watching you closely

You looked at him for a moment before looking at the table, why was he asking you? He must have one already.

Collections don't come out unless you have one, do they?

You looked at him as he was sipping some champagne before your eyes moved across the drawings.

Was this a test? It had to be. He had to be toying with you. Or it could be genuine, but you had your doubts.

You picked the dress you liked the most and he nodded.

He didn't comment or ask anything, he just simply nodded and left it at that.

---

When you arrived in Rome, your breath was taken away. This lifestyle. This level of luxury that came so naturally for him was something you never even imagined.

You got a room in the most expensive hotel, your room was more like an apartment. The view was gorgeous.

And again, you asked yourself, what were you doing there?

Then the phone in the room rang, and you picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Darling, let's go and get something to eat, you must be hungry from the flight." It was Zemo.

"Oh, sure."

"Let's meet in the lobby, 10 minutes?"

And sure enough, ten minutes later, there he was, standing in the middle like a King in a gorgeous deep wine-red suit. While you had jeans and a shirt on... great. You should have changed.

As he turned and saw you, he did make a face, he hoped you didn't see, but you surely did.

Half of the things on the menu, you couldn't even pronounce, so you stuck with something you knew, hamburgers and fries. It also worried you that you couldn't find the prices.

Zemo got something very Italian. By the sound of it.

It looked really nice, some nice pasta, cheese, but your burger, oh, your burger was everything.

It was so delicious, you nearly went blind eating it. And the fries were beyond this world.

"I hope you are enjoying yourself, is your room appropriate?"

"More than that. I have a huge balcony, I can see the Colosseum from there!"

"Glad to hear that you enjoy it. What about the dresses? I sent you a couple, do you not like them?" his brows furrowed as he pointed at your top.

"Oh, they are beautiful, but I just wasn't sure when to wear them."

"Whenever you see fit. They are yours after all." he said that but he clearly didn't mean it. He wanted you to wear those dresses, it was clear.

"They cannot be mine, they are way too expensive." you argued as you thought he only gave them for the trip.

"I made them just for you, they only fit you." you really didn't want to believe him.

But you went along with it.

You knew better than to argue with Baron Zemo himself.

Later that evening, you sat out on the balcony, taking in the view then suddenly something hit you.

"Did he say he MADE them just for me?" sudden realization hit you like a train.

---

The first day of the fashion show, you felt really out of place. Even with the beautiful dress you had on, you didn't feel comfortable at all.

You were nervous as you entered the car and you were even more nervous when you realized that there are paparazzi.

"Take deep breaths, don't look into the flash and you'll be fine. And smile." Zemo said as he put his arm around you and guided you through the crowd. People were trying to ask questions but he only waved and smiled.

And then, you were inside.

The first show wasn't Zemo's. It was a woman's collection. Filled with colour and texture. Not really your style, but you just sat there, not making any faces. There were too many cameras watching, if they caught you at the wrong time, your life could be over.

"What do you think?" asked Zemo as he leaned over and into your ear. You were in the middle of watching another oversized coat walk down the runway.

"Not my favourite. Everything is too big, it swallows them." you said honestly, turning to him, hoping no one heard you.

"Quite right, My Dear." he said before leaning back and continuing to watch.

About three more collections later, that day was done.

And the fact that you didn't like anything... worried you. Zemo asked every time, how you like it, but you could never say a good thing.

How can someone be exhausted after such a day?

All you had to do was sit and smile occasionally when Zemo introduced you to people.

Oh, the number of men and women who could kill you with their eyes just to be standing next to the man who kept his arm around your waist.

He always introduced you as a friend, but the looks you received from people were not meant for a friend. They saw you as a threat.

But now, you were back at the hotel, sitting on the balcony, still in that gorgeous dress as you enjoyed your view.

You promised yourself that morning that you are going to enjoy your time here. After all, who knew if you would ever be able to make it back to Rome anytime soon or ever in your life for that matter.

"Darling?" the voice came from the room and it made you jump in your seat.

"Zemo?"

"Here you are. I see you do enjoy the view." he sat down next to you in another chair, looking at you, not the view.

"It's beautiful. How did you get into my room?"

"It is breathtaking. I came to ask if you are ready for dinner, I see you didn't change." he just completely ignored your question.

"I like this dress. And yes, I'm ready for dinner." you said as you looked at him, eyes shining but he didn't smile, he simply nodded and guided you to the dining hall.

Dinner was as delicious as the day before. You were a bit more daring regarding the food you ordered.

"Tell me about yourself." he suddenly said. Now you were glad you didn't have any food or drink in your mouth.

Why would he be interested?

But he genuinely looked like he cared, and what harm would it be to tell him?

Not like he really cared, he probably just wanted you to ask the same from him and after you told your story, you did ask him.

But he dodged the question and instead told you how tomorrow will go down.

A three-day fashion event. Was that too much or too little? You weren't sure.

But your second day was much like the first, except it was longer.

The day before Zemo made you promise that you'd wear the pink dress he sent you.

Much like the day before, he came to pick you up in the morning, complimenting you while he looked like a nicely wrapped box of bonbons.

The man looked way too good for his own good.

He sat in the car with you, looking out the window, you enjoyed the view.

"Hopefully today we will see something we actually like. What would you like to see?" he asked.

"I want to see yours." you said without any hesitation.

"Hm, you do have good taste." he said just before the car stopped.

Another day without seeing any interesting pieces. You did see one thing, a kind of duo chrome gown, it looked promising, but the back of it... horrible.

You made a face which amused Zemo. He did notice how hopefull you were and then you saw the back.

And now you learned that Zemo's collection will be tomorrow, the last day, the grand finale.

You were about to get dressed when there was a knock on your door, a woman came in with a gorgeous dress, you recognized it from the sketches Zemo showed you on the plane.

"Miss, Mr Zemo send us as he was required before the show. He sent us to get you there, we have a car ready."

The fact that you had to go alone scared you a tad bit. But you did understand why he would be there earlier.

You felt like a Goddess honestly, the dress was perfect. You can imagine him in his room, perfecting every detail before sending it over to you.

You knew he wouldn't give out anything less than perfect from his hands.

---

"To us." he said lifting his champagne, "To the perfect show." he said as you clicked your glass against his. You smiled as you lifted the glass to your lips.

"To you." you said. "Your amazing collection."

"Precisely." he said and nodded. "Wouldn't have been able to do it without you, Darlin’."

And then you suddenly realized.

It was your last day there, last dinner with him and you knew you were going to miss him.

You'll have to go back to the life of a barista. And you were okay with that. You never expected this to happen, so even the fact that it did give you a reason to go forward.

"Can I ask you something?" you asked when the waitress left after she poured you two glasses of wine.

"Go ahead." he said as he lifted his glass.

"Why did you invite me? What is your real reason? Because I'm still confused by it."

"Beauty is something I always thrived for. I always wanted to achieve perfection. With my clothes especially. When Bucky mentioned this new shop with the kind barista I didn't think much. But he started to mention you more and more. And then I went to see you for myself, you took my breath away. You inspired me as a muse would. Something I have never had. I always worked for myself, but now, now I create for you, Darlin’."

You still didn't want to believe him. You weren't that beautiful, you weren't even thin.

"I-"

"I know you doubt yourself. I see it in your eyes. But there is nothing to doubt. Your beauty is extraordinary. You might not see it, your body, and your curves would drive any man crazy, including me. And your personality, you are shining my Darling. Like today, in that dress, I couldn't stop looking at you. Breathtaking, you always look breathtaking but when I see you wear something I made, it does something to me."

You were not sure if this was some weird kink of his. Picking up unsuspecting broke women and then living a fantasy through them. But the way his eyes shined told you he wasn't lying nor was this a weird kink. Adoration is what you saw. But then, why didn't you believe him? Why couldn't you? Could it be what he said before? The way you doubt yourself, it can be getting in your way.

"I'm not that special."

"You don't see what I see. Do you think I get everyone on a plane to Rome because they thought of adding red gloves to a suit? You are exquisite, and I planned on seducing you. I'm not really good at the love department, but you are special."

Seducing you? Love? Well, the black suit he had on certainly didn't help your situation. He looked way too delicious for his own good. You couldn't think straight.

"Are you serious or are you playing with me? Is this some game rich people play?"

"No game, Darling. I'm serious about my feelings." this is when the waitress arrived with your food. He studied your face. "You do not believe me."

"It's hard to. It's hard to believe that a man of your level would ever be interested in someone like me. I'm a simple woman, a barista while you are the best fashion designer in the entire world."

"Do titles bother you that much?"

"When it's this huge, yes. What will people think? You with me? Me with you? They will think I blackmailed you, that I'm a golddigger or something."

"Don't be silly, Love. I do not care what others say about me. My work speaks for itself. But if you really are not interested, I'll understand."

"It's not..." you looked around, no one was paying any attention. "It's not that I'm not interested in you. It's just hard to process your declaration of love when your face barely moves."

"I trained myself. So I wouldn't get wrinkles."

Of course, he did.

"How can I prove myself? How can I prove that my feelings are true?"

"I don't know, honestly."

"I brought you on many dates. Every day, I saw every lunch, breakfast and dinner as a date. Even if you didn't. Which now I realize you might not have. I should have told you from the beginning, but I needed to know who the angel who made those amazing espressos was. And I really found an angel. I watched you as you worked, cleaned the store when you were ready to close and I walked in."

"I need to think." you said honestly.

"Of course, I never expected you to be ready with an answer. But please know, I am serious."

Rest of the dinner, you spent quietly, eating and trying to think.

Why did he have to look so delicious in his suit?! It wasn't fair.

Your mind couldn't even register that evening or the next morning, nor the flight nor when you stood in front of your apartment while Zemo's driver got your suitcases out. You arrived with more than you left with.

You turned and looked at Zemo.

"Thank you again for the opportunity and the amazing memories." he only nodded once before you walked away from him.

Zemo had a cold heart. His industry and past made him this way, but he could feel his cold heart break into millions of pieces as he watched you walk away and the door closed behind you. He got back into the car and headed home, home into the cold mansion where he lived all alone.

You couldn't even unpack. Your suitcases have been in the same place as you left them days ago when you arrived home.

So many thoughts yet your mind was blank, and your heart hurt.

But why was it hurting so badly? The look in his eyes as you said goodbye. It was as if he was a different person, not the kind Zemo you saw at the shows, not the Zemo who laughed with you as you looked at all the dresses and discussed them at dinner.

It was the cold and old Zemo who walked into your work many days ago.

Today was your day off.

You haven't seen or heard about Zemo or Bucky at all. You figured they were busy after such an amazing show.

You pulled out your phone and smiled as you looked at all the photos you took.

During many days you and Zemo went around Rome, being tourists he guided you through the streets as if he was living there for years.

How did you fail to see the look in his eyes? He took so many photos of you at your request and then you stopped at one.

It was a selfie of you and Zemo. You remember how grumpy he was but you ended up getting a picture where he was in the background.

Then photos of the last show, his show.

You took many photos of him.

And then, as if someone poured cold water all over you.

He was wearing the suit. THE SUIT, with the red gloves.

"You picked this one out." he said when you complimented him. At the time you only laughed it off not believing him.

And you realized your many mistakes.

You were too blind to realize what was happening right in front of you.

You fell in love.

You fell in love with him and you didn't even know it.

Now, the place on your waist where he always had his hand felt hot, burning. You couldn't believe how stupid you were.

How could you ignore his feelings? The way he looked at you, the way he held you and walked with you.

"I wouldn't have anyone else by my side, Love." he said one day and it all came crushing down.

You wanted to yell. Scream.

How could you done this?! Who cares about titles? Who cares about who he was.

All you cared about was him.

The way he looked at you, the way he smelled and the way he cared for you.

You rushed out of your apartment and got a taxi.

Only when you stood in front of the building you realized you had no idea what you were doing. You walked in and the receptionist gave you a look.

She probably had a strong feeling towards the crocks you wore, the sweatpants and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt.

"How may I help?"

"I'm here to speak with Helmut Zemo? I have an urgent matter." she gave you another look.

"Sure, I'll call security."

"No, please I'm serious, can you at least call him? Or his assistant? Bucky Barnes? They know me, I promise."

She only raise her brow as security started to walk towards you.

"Ma'am, please." one man said and you really didn't want to cause a scene.

"Please, just call Bucky at least, I really-"

"Y/N?" all of you looked at Bucky who just exited the elevator. "What are you doing here?"

"Mr Barnes we are about to get this lady out, I apologize for the scene."

As the bodyguard grabbed your arm Bucky almost growled at the man.

"HEY, let her go. I really don't think your boss would appreciate you touching her and you," he continued pointing at the receptionist. "You throw people out without confirming if we expect them or not?"

"Sir, sorry but I didn't think-"

"Exactly, you didn't think, but you wouldn't know so, I suggest you do your job properly from now."

"Yes, Sir. I apologize."

Bucky got you into the elevator as he looked at you. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk with Helmut."

Bucky smirked. "Oh it's just like a romantic movie, the heroine realizes her love for the cold hearted man and rushes to confess to him." Bucky said with a dreamy voice. "But wait! What are you wearing?!"

"I was home! what am I supposed to wear at home?"

"You need to change." he said as he pushed a different button on the elevator. "Hair, make up and dress."

And again, you knew better than to argue with Bucky.

About two hours later, you felt and looked like a completely different woman.

"Much better."

"I don't even want to know how much the clothes cost."

"Then don't ask. He's free now, probably in his office mopping."

"Why would he be cleaning?"

"Not that kind of mopping. He is sad because he let you go. SO ROMANTIC."

"Bucky." you said as you went up the elevator, top floor to finally do what you were ready to do 2 hours ago. "I'm nervous."

"Don't be. You wouldn't even have to say anything just go in, kiss him and boom. Wedding." you wanted to laugh. "Good luck." he said as he stopped in front of a huge door. He knocked before rushing off like a child.

"Come in." you heard his voice inside and you slowly opened the door.

He was sitting in his chair, his back to you. "What do you need Bucky, I told you I don't have the dresses, I don't even have ideas."

"Looks like you lost your muse." you said, your heart hammering in your chest.

"I did but why are you saying that?" did he really not realize that you were not Bucky?

"Why don't you get it back?"

"I told you I-" this time he turned and noticed you. He was, of course, wearing a suit, he look at you as if you were a ghost. "Darlin’? Am I imagining things?"

"No, and I'm sorry for being so blind. I came to tell you that if you want to, I'd like to try... us." you watched as he stood up from his chair.

"Are you serious?"

You nodded as he took steps towards you. He placed his palm against your cheek, leaning down to kiss you.

A kiss to make sure you were real, a kiss to finally mend and melt his heart.

When he pulled back, you smiled at him.

"You look stunning."

"Thank Bucky."

"Of course."

"But I do want my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt back!" he couldn't even comprehend what you just said. He was way too happy to fully process it.

---

That Christmas, you were already living with him.

You had a rather difficult time finding something for him as a gift, but then you came up with the perfect one and with the help of Bucky, you got just the thing.

You couldn't wait for his reaction to see it.

You smiled as you opened all of your gifts, clothes, jewellery, and a trip to Japan. Everything is absolutely amazing.

"Thank you, Babe, now, it's your turn."

"We said nothing serious." he said motioning towards the huge box you had in your hand which you just brought it.

"I know, open it."

Helmut looked at you and then at the box. He opened it, and then immediately looked up at you.

"What-"

You reached into the box and pulled out the small puppy and handed her to him.

"You can name her, she is a nine week old-"

"Dalmatian." he finished your sentence as he took the puppy from you. The puppy immediately started to lick his face. You smiled.

"You like her?"

He looked up at you and nodded.

"I thought I already had the best present be you, but this is amazing. Thank you, Love."

You pulled out your phone and took many many photos of him and the dog.

"What should be her name?" you asked as you watched the puppy sleep while you and Helmut cuddled on the couch.

"Cruella De Vil." you laughed slightly.

"Of course, you'd pick a name like this." you shook your head. "Cruella it is then."

You leaned over to give him a kiss on the lips as he pulled you even closer before another movie started on the TV.

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The harmony of fashion

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The ruckus reached Regent's Park, causing everyone to start running.

I began to blend in with the crowd, trying to sneak past, knowing that both Jasper and Horace would be fine. They are not stupid enough to get caught by the police.

By walking through small alleys, I reached a small pub, called ' The Camden Assembly Pub'; It was totally full, and a lot of noise came out of that same place, music, to be exact.

"Good evening. Shall I pour you a drink?” asked the man behind the bar

“A Martini. Please"

"Are you celebrating , miss?"

“Indeed, yes”

The drink was served, and just as I was about to take it, a dull blow to my arm made me turn my head, while the music stopped playing.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm stupid"

A woman spoke, with hair dyed black, with the tips dyed red, perfectly made-up eyebrows, with a makeup that simulated lightning; which made her hazel eyes stand out more. With a nice nose, that she had a nice piercing; full lips, painted with crimson red lipstick; high cheekbones and slightly plump cheeks.

She wore a long-sleeved black shirt, which she accessorized with a short-sleeved Pink Floyd t-shirt, just above it. They were both trapped by a little red tartan pattern skirt, which had a small leg opening, but her legs were still covered by fishnet stockings and ended in big black boots, a bit dirty and worn.

The poor girl had hit me with her guitar, so she quickly lowered the guitar from her shoulder and started walking towards me.

"Sorry I'm so stupid"

Someone else yelled at her, causing the girl to simply dodge to the side and jump over my back to run to the other side of the pub.

A Martini became 2, after 3, until, just as he was going to order the fourth drink, a different music started playing. Guitar, bass and drums started playing, I didn't recognize the song, but they sounded pretty good.

I turned to see the band play and there I could see her, the same girl who had hit me minutes before, was on stage, beginning to sing to the rhythm of the band. She had a soft voice, you could even say that she was a bit out of tune to 'rock', but in some strange way, she fit perfectly, with her surroundings, with the harmony of the group, it was strange.

Apparently the petite woman and her band had been playing here for some time, when a group of girls and boys began to gather right in front of the small stage, singing and dancing as the music shifted from light ballads to covers of more well-known songs. songs and more danceable.

Even some women were moved to see how the boy with the guitar and the bass played and made strange movements to the rhythm of the music, while the men did not stop looking hungrily at the girl who played the drums and the girl who beats the boys. strangers.

"They're good, aren't they?"

I turned back to see how the bartender cleaned up a bit while his gaze never left mine.

“Yes, they are quite good”

“They play here every Friday” I raised an eyebrow, questioning him “if you want come have a drink and see them. The girls there are his fans. I don't see you as a woman who could become his fan, but… I don't judge you."

“Give me another Martini”

I stayed to enjoy the music, the fans singing and yelling and watching the little troublemaker start to tire. Until she announces their retirement, their next presentation and comes down from the stage to sit next to me.

“Rick, give me a beer please”

The man just opened the container and gave it to him.

" Hey , I know you" I looked up from my glass to see how the woman gave me a smile

"Sure, I'm the woman you hit an hour ago"

We both giggled, making the poor thing almost spill her beer.

“I'm sorry, I'm really sorry,” she reached for the olive she had left behind and popped it into her mouth, “but, you're also the new designer, Cruella. The Baroness's New Butt Pain"

"Wow, I thought your good taste would only be limited to your taste in music."

"Well, you saw that it wasn't" she finished her beer and turned her body to sit right in front of me "I like your designs, you are daring, eccentric and not at all imitable"

"Good thank you. You, for your part… you have a good voice”

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment."

We both fell silent for a while; It wasn't an awkward silence, but we could feel the tension. Until more people began to arrive at the place, and it seemed that many knew who I was.

“Do you want to go backstage?” she asked while gently touching my forearm "it's not really a backstage as such, it's just a small room behind this, where the band and I relax" I watched her eyes, trying to decipher her, but she just got a little uncomfortable "there's free drinks, if you want, and there are also candys”

I got up from my seat, ready to start walking towards that room, until I saw how the small woman did not move a muscle.

“Lead the way”

"Sure, of course" she started to walk through the crowd of people, until we reached a small door that led to a corridor full of other doors, she took my wrist and began to guide me "I'm Y/N"

We opened the door at the end of the hall, meeting her friends, who were eating small gummies while playing a video game sitting on the floor.

“ Hey Y/N” the guy on the bass raised his head and looked at me, scanning me “and friend of Y/N that I had never met”

That comment made the other 2 guys turn their heads to see us, and while the other man looked at me with disdain, the woman opened her eyes and looked at Y/N trying to question her

"Guys, this is the new fashion designer, remember the woman who came out of the garbage with an amazing dress?" the men agreed “well, they have it in front of them. They are Max, Mike and Amelia."

“cool”

"You're the one who made an impromptu parade a few streets from here, right?" Amelia asked

I nodded as I sat on the abandoned sofa, next to Y/N

"So, you were the criminal who made me late"

Y/N accused causing me to burst out laughing.

"I plead guilty"

Her friends went back to talking amongst themselves, leaving Y/N and I to have our own conversation.

"Come to think of it, today was also the presentation of the Baroness's new collection, did you plan everything methodically?"

"That's How It Is"

"That's great, I like smart women" she got a little closer

"Who says I like you?" I moved closer too, causing her left shoulder to collide with my right shoulder.

"You didn't run away in horror, so that's already a big step forward," she got up, just so I could take off the oversized coat she was wearing, to put it on a small rack. "Nice coat. When you have your own fashion house, can you get one?”

"What will you give me in exchange?" purr in her ear

"May I give you a kiss"

She started to move closer, and just as I could feel her breath mingling with mine, small, uncertain Estella came back to me, causing my hands to travel quickly to her shoulders, pushing her away.

"I'm sorry, I just... I'm stupid, sorry"

“Your friends are here” I whispered.

"You know, you don't need excuses, I overdid it and I'm sorry"

Would I dare to kiss her even without her friends near us? I must admit that I find Y/N attractive, and although I have learned over time that emotional bonds only distract you from your path, human needs are fundamental and sex is a big part of it.

"I have to go home"

I gave her a small kiss on the neck and got up, starting to walk quickly to leave the room. Just as I was about to start walking back to my house, Y/N yelled.

"Hey, you forgot your coat"

She ran to reach you and try to deliver the garment

"No, keep it, so I'll have an excuse to look for you" I smiled at her as I walked away and started on my way home.

I entered the small elevator, and as it went up, I remembered the resounding success I had against that harpy. I hadn't had time to celebrate my triumph, so I started humming a song that Y/N had sung, I opened the door, ready to start bragging about my achievement together with Jasper and Horace, until I turned on the light

“Cruella...”

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