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asrmrxx · 30 days

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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.”

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spookie-bitch · 10 months

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Cruella De Vil x Fem!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: You set up a nice surprise for your lover after a long day at work.

Warnings: I’ve decided readers do not get to eat out women enough on this sight, so I needed to write this XD It also involves degradation and bossiness (But you like it XD .). It’s very smutty, which I think goes without saying. Also unedited until tomorrow, as editing is a thing I do on the bus to work the next day. 18+

Humming, you take out a lighter from the pocket in your pretty silk robe as you stand over a dresser covered in candles. After flicking the ignition, you light each wick with care; Making sure to tuck your hair - specially done, so that you’re pretty dang proud of it, - behind your ears so it doesn’t catch aflame itself. Then you move onto the other surfaces you lined with black and white candles.

When you’re finally done, you turn the lights off in the big room, decorated a water feature and lace curtains on either side of wall-to-wall windows, and for a moment just relax and enjoy the atmosphere you’ve created with just a couple - or 6 dozen candles, - and furs strewn over the various surfaces. Beautiful… and affordable, considering Cruella already owned all these furs.

Perking up, you give a grin and pick up the book you’re reading, before flopping contently onto the couch and the soft soft furs against your bare legs, and deciding to read by candle light until your lover arrives for her surprise.

30-45 minutes go by, and you’re invested in the pages, warm orange light flickering against them before you when Cruella finally flies through the apartment door and slams it shut behind her. You jump from surprise, pressing the book to your chest as you close your eyes tight. “Cruella,” You hiss, wondering to yourself why, oh why, your feathers continue to get ruffled by this woman.

But then again, you grin. That isn’t always a bad thing.

“… what? No ‘welcome home’, Darling? It is my home, after all. And for some reason… you’ve turned into some kind of… “Her dark eyes shift slowly over your form, sitting there in your carefully crafted outfit of laced-up corset and silk shorts, along with the little silk robe that only reaches your mid-thigh. “Bordello.”

A bark of a laugh bursts out of you, at that. Snapping the book shut in your hands, you hook one leg over the other and set it in your lap. “A bordello! Do I look like a whore to you, Cruella?”

… She just gives an evil smirk; Red lips quacking up at one side. “Perhaps, my dear.”

“A high end one?”

“But of course!” She would only have the best. You both know that.

“Well, that’s what matters.” You grin, unhooking your leg and setting your book aside as you get up to your feet languidly and cross the floor between you and your lover. Creeping your fingers up through feathers spanning over her shoulders, you lace your arms around her neck. “Welcome home~ “

“That’s much better, pet.” She praises you with a patronising lilt to it while you just stand there, mesmerised by the way the lights you lit earlier flicker across her face now like the book you were reading before she came in. Her face is made up as dramatically as usual, all poisonous red lips and shadowy eyes. She’s beautiful. “Now don’t hang off me, darling. You know how I hate it- go spread your legs on the sofa- I know how badly you want to, always.”

Giggling, not because she’s joking because she’s not, but because when she talks to you like that you get a little tingle - and you don’t see the point in pretending like it doesn’t, - , you take your arms slowly away; Allowing them to trace down her body on the way, just enough to feel a hint of breasts, before sighing only slightly wistfully and turning away, rolling your eyes as you do as your told.

As you lay back on the couch, your little robe falls open around you and your hair fans out around your head. You prop one leg up, bent at knee and leaning against the side of the sofa while the other hangs slightly off of the edge; And you wait.

Cruella doesn’t join you right away, of course - you would like that too much, and she’s a little evil, - . Instead she releases herself from the coat with the feathered shoulders she was wearing - ravens feathers. About 3, - and lays it carefully over the back of the couch as she prowls around it; Chin up and proud as always as she appreciates the picture of you waiting for her like that. A slight simper plays at her painted lips as acrylic nails scrape gentle along the back of the sofa.

For some reason, the sound?? The sound, makes a little wetter then you already were.

Its all… a lot. Her hungry, strategic gaze, the sounds of the fire crackling around you and her nails and her heels against the tiled floor, the air prickling against the thin material of your shorts due to your legs being so parted… The anticipation is getting to you, as a little nervous smile slips across your mouth. “Ready?”

“I’ll decide that.” She snaps, stopping on her second time around the sofa to dramatically slam her hands against the backing. Her eyes are sharp as she looks at your face, now, and you slam your lips shut immediately- and that makes her smile. “See, you can be such a good girl sometimes… You just need a little… “Coming up with the perfect word, Cruella gives a flamboyant hand gesture. “Discipline.”

Oh fuck.

“Now close those legs, you tart.” She suddenly demands, as if she hadn’t asked you to open them in the first place and pushes your knee away from the sofa. “And get down to floor. I hope you wore knee-pads, these tiles can be rather hard on the knees… Oh, no? What a shame.”

God, you bite you bottom lip to keep from beaming to widely as you get down to the floor, set up on your knees before the sofa cushions. She’s such a bitch. You lean back only enough for her to get by, as she sweeps around the furniture once more and sits down gracefully, in front of you; her skirt brushing uncaringly across your face as she does this.

“Ugh,” Groaning, Cruella flicks her head to get black and white hair out her eyes and momentarily releases some of the fatigue she’s gathered very the course of her day, to you. “I’ve had a long day at work, pet… I’m utterly exhausted, with putting up with the talentless imbeciles I employ. I need you to show me that not everyone in this world is hopeless, my dear. Do you think you can manage that?” As she’s talking, you nod and slowly gather up the tight cow-skin and taffeta skirt she designed, baring her thighs.

“Mhm… “Your eyes eagerly find her plain black underwear finally, and your mouth waters.

This response is, evidently, not good enough though and Cruella snaps her fingers before your face suddenly, surprising you. “What was that?”

She knows damn sure that you can. “I can, mommy.” You assure her, flashing a confident grin.

She only gives a hum to signify her approval; But its more than enough, for you. “Hmmm… “Then her eyes flash and she tap her foot harshly against your hip. “Well hurry up, then.”

“Yes ma’am.” You quip, before fixing your hair quickly so it wouldn’t get in your way and leaning forward, beginning to rub a thumb slowly up and down her folds through the cotton of her underwear; following the shape of her pussy that you feel. Giving a sigh, she leans back on the couch, into her beloved furs, and closes her eyes; Content now in enjoying her end-of-the-day- err... well, your version, of a tipple.

Getting bored of merely feeling up your goddess of a lover fairly quickly, you reach around her hips and roll her underwear down and off of her, flicking it to the side in favour of going down on her. Your lips find the side of her knee first, as you lift up over your shoulder and push the other one further away in order to clear the runway- your eyes glued gently to Cruella’s perfect cunt. Then you continue kissing her leg, all the way up the soft skin of her thigh and then the top of her hot mound.

Becoming excited, then, your heart beating wildly inside your chest, you bring your thumbs up and part her folds with them; Allowing yourself to assess the sexy mess she already is. God, fuck- you’ve got to taste her. She’s so wet!

So, leaning, in, you finally do so. You lick a deep, experimental strip through her pussy lips, moaning yourself as you do and feeling elated when her hips move and her heel over your shoulder digs into your back; Silently demanding you get closer and get to work.

… Well, you don’t want to disappoint her.

Beginning to lick her at a steady pace, getting faster and faster as her ass starts to lift into your face, you’re forced to let go of her pussy in favour of reaching around to hold her close to your face as you enjoy your meal. You know you must look starved with your mouth on her, devouring her in the absolute dirtiest way possible with your tongue.

Its not until your fully wrap your lips around her cunt that you start making a mess, though. You’re starting to suck her and thrust your tongue, which is not an easy feat but oh so enjoyable for you both, and it causes your spit and her wetness to smear over your face. And you must be doing well, too, because she’s leaking like a busted water tank- all over the furs beneath her.

You’re making lewd as fuck sounds as you slurp her up and fuck her with your talented tongue - you know how to fuck Cruella. You’ve done it plenty of times before… and yet, its always just as good as the first, - and she’s not doing much better- though, in your humble opinion, her husky, rough moans are like music. At your horniest, loneliest moments, you only wish you had it recorded and could just listen to it as you finger yourself alone.

Acrylic talons dig into your scalp eventually, your hair curling around strong fingers as you move your face against her flower and she grinds herself into your pretty mouth. “… I… hope you know that I… expect you to finish your meal, darling… every last bit… “

In response, you just start licking broader- taking as much of her as you can before the main meal, and her grip on your hair tightens at it.

When she’s finally licked to orgasm, she comes messily. The sticky substance squirting out of her like an ode to you, and you just keep on going; Sliding your tongue over her like an ice cream.

Its only when she’s finished coming, that you stop. You fall back onto your heels, and use you thumb to wipe the stuff off your cheeks- before sucking it off like she told you to.

Because you’re a good girl.

She watches this with a sexy smirk; A tired one, after the exertion of coming so hard, but a sexy one all the same with short, thick wisps of her hair having crept into her face and red lipstick on her teeth from having bitten her bottom lip as you sucked at her. When you’re finished with your meal, she curls a finger at you, asking you silently to come.

Smiling, you get up onto your knees again and, without touching her, lead her lead you with her long black - spotted, - nail under your chin to her lips. She kisses her flavour off your tongue and you moan, weak at the knees for her and having to hold onto the couch cushion to stay on them.

“Fuck, Cruella… “You whisper as you part, hands gliding up and down her thighs, now. With a frown, her hand comes to your neck, and drags you right back to her mouth.

Your lips dance a sensual game with eachother, making out slowly but furiously, Cruella never being one for the gentle. When she’s finally done, for now, your lips feel swollen as she presses one hungry, open-mouthed kiss to your neck before leaning back away again.

Eyes half lidded, you watch her in the dim candlelight, as she gets up off the couch and lets her skirt fall again… further, this time. Right down to the ground, in fact, as she stops away from you into the open floor plan. You watch as she undoes the buttons to her waistcoat with her back to you and drops that to floor also, before removing her button up shirt too.

The very fact that she’s undressing in front of you tell you that you are far from done with each other, and this is going to be a long night.

You’re more than alright, with that.

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eliaria28 · 1 year

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Black and white masquerade ball

A series of one-shots, THIS IS NOT A LINEAR STORY, IT CONTINUES TIME JUMPS AND DIFFERENT SITUATIONS.

For all Cruella lovers like me.

It doesn't follow the linear story of the movie, I try to be as faithful to the character as possible but I welcome your constructive criticism.

I hope for recommendations of fics like this because I really need to satiate my crush with fics of her.

my ao3 user is Ari_28laufeyson let me know if you like it, thanks.

English is not my first language, I am sorry for any translation error.

My taste in dress could be considered trendy, my public figure known, part of the cream of Paris and London, recognized as someone of respect and admiration, I Y/N Dubois daughter of a renowned designer of Paris in its golden age Antoine Dubois, raised with fashion from the cradle I have acquired experience in this field, of which I only practice modeling to please my elderly father. However, I won't lie that thanks to that I am here I have learned to love modeling, and at this moment looking to rub shoulders with a powerful figure in London, The Baroness. I have been invited to her black and white ball a masquerade party, this is my chance to see if there is a possibility of negotiating working collaborations together.

I dress according to the dress code I decide to wear white a tight satin dress with small pieces of draped fabric accompanied by a square neckline that gives space to observe my chest with a beautiful pearl necklace, white stiletto heels that do not reach to notice by the length of the dress unless my leg peeks through the open skirt on one side, and my lace mask perfectly tied with my hair up with loose strands to give it a little sensuality, finally, I'm ready.

I enter the room full of people with the most impeccable clothes I can see, gathered in their conversations focused only on enjoying the evening.

I direct my gaze behind me only to see the baroness talking to a journalist apparently with what she told her I can see that she is a despot, with that is enough I know how I should treat her and act, with a false admiration worthy of my acting gifts. I approach with great determination, but before I can open my mouth I hear glass falling on the floor, quickly that catches my attention, a tower of finely placed glasses now on the floor and next to it a woman in a white cape and her champagne glass finished drinking placing it gracefully on the waiter's tray, while I didn't get to hear what she said I only saw her crimson lips moving to finally have a match between her fingers, giving a direct look to the baroness in front of her and dropping the match to the floor, while her flaming cape quickly turns into a red dress like the color of her lips and her beautiful black and white curly hair that matches her perfect feathered mask.... this perfect stranger has just captured my attention in the most unique way possible and with her mischievous smile that is the cherry on the cake.

Following that I see how the security guards want to take her by the arm and she so nimbly doesn't allow them to touch her, I see how she plays with them and manages to hit them with her stick, the people are just as shocked as I am while the baroness looks nervous, when they finally manage to introduce her to her they start to talk, something I can't manage to hear but I am highly interested, I decide not to interrupt while I walk around the room and meet the journalist from before.

-Hi, nice to meet you, Y/N Dubois, I couldn't avoid noticing that you are a journalist, is that right? - I say as I offer her a handshake.

-Anita Darling," she replies as she accepts my handshake, "That's right, I'm a journalist for the Tattletale, Miss Dubois, I understand you are a model without fear of being mistaken.

-That's right, I dared to greet you, you understand that I must rub shoulders with the right people here, and having a journalist acquaintance could help me a lot if it's no bother.

- Not at all, from now on we are not careless strangers," she says as she smiles.

-You seem very nice to me, Miss Darling- I mention with a certain charisma and interest.

-It is mutual, believe me, now if you will excuse me, Miss Dubois, I must continue to gather the events of this evening to write them in tomorrow's note, the fact that a person you may know came here makes me uneasy.

-Of course, nice to meet you, enjoy your soiree.

Said these continue with their way and I with mine tasting treats waiting to talk to that unknown woman, the baroness step to the background, no one would dare to do something like that impression that ... attracts me.

After that I just see how there are rats in the baroness' saucer, it's almost like someone had planned it, I can't take my eyes off her when I see her tearing off the baroness' necklace without her noticing....

-Smart girl, I whisper.

I look up and a man falls on top of a cake? Dalmatians barking and people evacuating the hall, at what point did this turn into complete chaos? it is not possible....

As a precaution I decide to evacuate, but my dress and heels cause me to stumble and slip on a person.

-Are you all right? says a woman's voice as she takes my hand.

I turn to see her and it's as if the world disappears, her soft touch, I get up quickly.

-Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

-We need to get out of here," she says without delay.

-Sure.

Once outside I notice how she's looking for some persons, before wasting any more time.

-Excuse me, what's your name?

-Cruella

-I hope to meet you again cruella, I like your mask- I say before leaving I only see how she looks at me, I turn around and quickly look for my driver to leave this place as soon as possible, leaving that mysterious and attractive woman with the black mask....

Once I get into the car, I only look for the last time to where she was, sadly, without seeing her again.

Who would have thought that, among so many people with masks, she has caught my attention, this mystery only adds sensuality to the matter, I don't know why she caused me so much interest and why I enjoy so much this encounter...

Perhaps... was it destiny?

I hope to meet you again cruella, without fear of being mistaken, you have enchanted me dear, from head to toe, I wish I could have seen your face behind that fine mask, and I wish you could have seen me under mine, maybe that way, you would recognize me, I just hope to meet you again on my way.

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My morning was relatively calm, I leave my apartment every morning I exercise in Regent's park, as a model I have strict rules that I must follow to the letter however I do it more for how enjoyable the morning is in London, cold and cloudy, an environment that I really enjoy, after walking my daily route I head to my favorite coffee, my usual order a cappuccino, as I sit at the usual table....

Last night...finished drinking it's like a bucket of cold water has hit me, I need answers. As I leave the cafe I see in front of me a newspaper store, perfect, just by reading the main article I notice that everyone is talking about her, mischievous girl, I like you.

-This is enough just to know that you and I will see each other again my dear," I say in almost a whisper and a pure smile of enthusiasm.

#cruella x reader #cruella de vil #cruella #disney live action #fem reader #im love with cruella #emma stone

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Fanfic Friday - 3/17/23

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churipu · 4 months

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HAIIII IPIN !!!!!!! can i request gojo, geto, and nanami (separate) having a gf that's really optimistic? just someone who sees the good in everything and anything, and positive at all times! thank SOOOO much !!!!

JJK MEN + OPTIMISTIC GIRLFRIEND

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento x fem! reader

warning. people being mean to u >:(

note. HAIIII ANONN!!! i love this request bcs sometimes i read books, mangas, watch movies, you name 'em and see a certain character having the most positive mindset and i just go must protecc >:( anyways, thank you anon for requesting just after i opened the request box, istg i love all your ideas so much it makes me feel full <;33

GOJO SATORU. absolutely hates the way you try to see the good in people — specifically people who have hurt your feelings in the past. he just wonders what goes on in your mind to just forgive and forget everyone who has wronged you.

you did. but not him.

"baby, that guy called you names when you were in high school!" gojo whines, laying down on the bed, draping an arm over your torso, "why are you still willing to meet him?"

"satoru, he said he was sorry!" you smiled at him, tracing his features softly — the male grumbled but leaned into your touch, "and plus it's not nice to hold grudges, it's been what? how many years?"

a loud whine escapes his throat as he pulled you close, "it doesn't matter how many years it has been, he still hurt your feelings. and nobody does that to my baby," he said, miffed.

you couldn't help but to chuckle, "well, you are coming along, so i have nothing to worry about."

the male grins, "damn right i am coming, he better sleep with one eye open starting from now," gojo threatens.

gojo just cannot wrap his head around your concept of "forgive-and-forget" because you never hold grudges, you forget everything and still talk to people who've wronged you, and you still have the heart to accept them.

as much as people say "forgive and forget", they end up at least holding the tiniest bit of grudge — or even a bigger grudge, right? but you? you don't. you actually forgive and forget.

well — thankfully, not him. he takes his job to protect you seriously, from any kind of harm, including monsters (people who were mean to you) both in the past, present, and possibly the future.

"baby, can you stop hanging out with that one girl? the one who always wears the purple colored eye-shadow?" he asks you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"hm? why?"

"i don't like the vibe she gives out. it's giving...well...cruella de vil." he murmurs into your neck, nuzzling his nose in content as you went on with your skincare routine.

"satoru," you mumbled, "you can't just judge her by her vibes."

he groans, "but baby, i swear i could just feel it! she's evil," he whispers in your ear.

"satoru."

"okay, fine. just tell me if she does anything to you, i'll give her a piece of my mind (hollow purple)." he mutters out, pouting and upset as you brushed his speculations off.

GETO SUGURU. he loves it and hates it at the same time. geto loves how positive you are against the world — and what more does he need, really? it's you and him against the world at this point, although he feels like he doesn't contribute much to your positive energy (that's what he thinks).

geto thinks of himself as a pretty negative person. and you know. the both of you had a lot of deep talks about everything, including what you both had in mind. and honestly, geto wasn't surprised if he hears you talking about how your life was going smoothly; and his was just a contradiction to what you have.

it's life, people come and go. but geto seemed skeptical of that term, why couldn't people come and stay? he finds it hard to believe that you could be the one leaving him at anytime of the day, and the thought just terrifies the male.

the death of amanai put a hole in his mind that couldn't be closed off, and it fucking scarred him. but you were there for him, you didn't sugar coat words or tell him white lies — you tell him everything, straight to his face, and your choices of words made him feel loved. what else could he ask for?

"'m sorry," he mutters into your shoulder, and his voice comes out a bit muffled.

you brushed his nape gently, "it's alright sugu, you know you don't have to apologize for being sad, right?" you tell him, pressing a kiss onto the side of his head, "it's okay to be a little sad."

sometimes he asks himself if he really deserved you or not. but at the end of the day; you always convince him that he deserved it.

geto hates your optimism sometimes because he watches people trample over you and you brush them off with a smile, it makes him feel angry. he asks himself why you were doing this to yourself? believe me when he tried asking you to try talking back, or putting up a fight.

"angel, you know it makes me kind of sad that you'd let people talk to you that way," he said to you, grazing his finger over your cheek gently.

you shot him a gentle smile, "'ts okay sugu, what good do i get from arguing back to them, really?"

he just pulls you into his embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, saying nothing. god, he just wanted to protect you from the world — why does everyone have to be so fucking mean to you?

"will you be mad if i tell them off for you?" he asks

"depends on your methods, tell me about it."

"threatening them. if it doesn't work, violence." he mutters out briefly.

"sugu, no."

NANAMI KENTO. he doesn't mind it, he finds you endearing, really. a cat getting hurt? he'll accompany you to the vet with it. or a child crying because of a fall? he'll watch you help them without any single thoughts behind.

he just loves how selfless you are. nanami once read a quote, "when given the choice between being right or being kind, choose kind." and every time he sees a selfless act from you — he just kinds of chanted it in his mind, and tell you what, nanami is such a proud boyfriend.

nanami loves how you see the good in everything, a person spilled their food on you? you tell them mistakes happen. a person bumping into you and then blaming you for it? you tell them you're sorry and thought that maybe they just had a really bad day.

but sometimes he couldn't help but to worry over you — someone so positive, bubbly, and optimistic around people who (probably) have disgusting minds. when he's not around to keep an eye on you, he just worries that someone might took advantage of your kindness and throw it out the window.

and he wouldn't be there to stop it from happening.

"ken, i'm going to go out for a hang out. it's fine, i've got my friends with me!" god, the jitters that he gets whenever you mention your friends — he was never really fond of the friends you have now, especially since they were trying hard to earn his attention. he knows they were just using you.

the texts they sent to him behind your back, the shit-talking about you, and everything else. god, he wanted to tell you about it; but he just didn't have the heart to, because he knows it will break your heart.

although nanami told them off quite rudely, defending you — it baffled him to how they still try to hang out with you with no shame after. and he tried telling you about how he doesn't like them, but you tell him it was fine.

"may i come along then?" just the thought of leaving you alone with those people pisses him off to the core, if he can't stop you from being friends with them — he will be with you.

when you agreed, he made it his job to expose them as nicely as he could. and he succeeded, oh the ecstasy he felt when you finally told them you didn't feel like hanging out with them anymore.

(and he ended up showing you the texts).

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dall'inizio - eren x reader, 18+!!!!

welcome back to the ti penso universe everyone!!!! this is a continuation/prequel of the little series we've followed from my first eren x reader fic. i was really interested to see how they met and ....unsurprisingly, it's a one night stand that doesn't turn out as planned. this one is also super fun because we get to hear from both eren AND reader alternatively, plus reader is a confident, bad bitch and we love that for her. this one goes out to @philliam-writes bc ik you love this eren as much as i do!!!!!! here's ur part 3 bestie >:)

if you'd like to catch up and meet our eren x reader, find them here:

(1) ti penso ogni giorno

(2) nel bene e nel male

pairing: eren x afab reader

wc: 6.7k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut (duh), consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol/drug use (just weed nothing crazy), cussing, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a lovestruck idiot (and so are you if you're being honest)

title (as always) means "from the beginning" in italian i'm obsessed with them <3

“You look like a whore,” Ymir says bluntly, dragging her eyes over your outfit– or, lack thereof.

“It’s not that bad,” you wave her off, turning back to the mirror to tug at the hem of your little black slip. You do look like a whore, but it’s intentional. You haven’t gotten laid in three months– your friends have been calling you dramatic, but that’s a lot, okay? You’re in college, you’re supposed to sleep around, right?

On top of that, your last few situationships just haven’t quite…well, they weren’t bad, but they didn’t scratch the itch. You desperately need a fuck– not just a fuck, a good fuck, and you have a feeling tonight’s going to be the night. It’s Halloween, the international holiday for running around in basically zero clothes, and you’ve taken great care to adhere to that tradition.

“Are you a mouse?” Historia wrinkles her nose at you from her spot at the vanity in the corner. She’s in a dalmatian costume; cute, spotted ears sticking up from her blonde hair, blue collar tinkling when she cocks her head at you.

“I’m a fucking cat,” you mutter, drawing a black triangle of eyeliner on the tip of your nose, “I didn’t have time for a real costume.”

“She just wants to get laid,” Mikasa announces, pushing through the studio apartment door with a huff, arms laden with plastic bags that are making a tell-tale clinking sound, “it’s been like, two whole weeks.”

“Three months!” You correct her, defensive.

“I understand,” Ymir, appropriately dressed as Cruella de Vil, grins, “it’s been…what, Stor? Two hours?”

“Ymir!” Historia, scandalized, flushes a furious red. Both you and Mikasa are unphased; in the last four months they’ve been together, the three feet they’re sitting from one another now is the farthest apart you’ve seen them.

“I’m not a whore,” you turn around, hands on hips, “I just…it’s been awhile since I had good sex. Floch was–”

“The worst?” Mikasa finishes for you. You hate how well she knows you; even after less than two years of knowing each other, she can practically read your mind.

“Yeah, you may have mentioned that once or twice,” Historia turns back to the mirror, immediately disinterested. “Or a thousand times.”

You throw your hands up, turning back to the mirror to finish your whiskers. “So none of you can blame me.”

“While you two,” Mikasa points between Ymir and Historia accusingly, “have been screwing like rabbits, and you,” her black-painted fingernail finds its way to you, “have been trying to figure out how to sleep with half of Manhattan, I took the liberty of actually making plans for us.”

“Jean’s?” You raise a knowing eyebrow at her, grateful to put someone else in the hot seat for the night. Mikasa’s cheeks tinge pink. Busted.

“He’s throwing a party, yeah,” she answers slowly, trying to talk her way around her obvious attraction to him, “but it’s not those douchebags he usually hangs out with. My best friend from home, Eren, just got into town, and,” she looks at you pointedly, “some of his friends are actually cute.”

You’re unconvinced. “Pictures?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Mikasa bites her lip mischievously, “but if you take a few tequila shots with me, I might be persuaded to show you one or two.”

You’re dubious. Mikasa’s definitely shown you a photo of these guys before, and you don’t remember a standout in the lineup. This Eren character, however…Mikasa has a framed picture on her bedside nightstand of them in high school, and you remember him being sort of cute. Dark, short-cropped hair, big green eyes so wide and earnest that he almost reminded you of a movie character. That picture was three or four years old now so…who knows? Maybe he’d grown into his features.

“Eren’s a no-go, though,” Mikasa continues, knowing your exact train of thought of course, pouring out shots of lukewarm, cheap tequila. Your stomach gurgles in protest at the smell as you accept yours. “He’s a nightmare to women, trust me.”

“Who knows,” Ymir pipes up, nodding her head towards you, “she’s a nightmare to men, so.”

“I am not a nightmare,” you narrow your eyes, “I just don’t like to be tied down, that’s all.”

“You’ll have to be at some point,” Historia argues, smiling when Ymir slips a hand into hers. You wrinkle your nose, uninterested.

“It’s 2018, Stor, not very feminist of you,” you tut, throwing back your shot and practically choking it down. Ick.

“I’m a lesbian, how much more feminist can I get?”

“Touché.”

“Just promise me you won’t get wrapped up with him?” Mikasa eyes you, still not trusting the glint of curiosity in your eye.

Ymir crosses her arms over her chest. “Are you positive you like Jean and not this Eren dude?”

Mikasa makes a fake retching sound. “Eren’s practically my brother. I’ve seen his bare ass more times than I can count. Way past the attraction threshold, trust me. I just…I know him. And I know you,” she glares at you, “it’s a toss-up as to who would do more damage to the other.”

“I’ll behave,” you placate her, throwing your arms around her shoulders, “…maybe.”

Eren might puke. No, wait, he’s going to puke– oh, no, just an unbelievably loud burp. Eren smiles contentedly, feeling much better even as it stinks up the entire taxi. Connie leans over Armin, scrunches his nose and squints his eyes.

“That fucking reeks, dude!”

“Sorry,” Eren shrugs, turning his head back to the window and ignoring Armin and Connie’s complaints. They were all a few beers deep- what did they expect?

Eren’s lived a few hours outside of New York City all his life, but he’s never been, except maybe once or twice for field trips as a kid. He never remembered it looking like this, though: each little apartment twinkled like a star, giving the wall of skyscrapers the appearance of the night sky. Even as the cab screeches and jerks in the Lower West Side traffic, Eren feels like he’s in a spaceship, free and flying amongst the stars.

Maybe he could talk to Zeke, convince him to move their little operation out of their garage and into the city. There was money here, right? And plenty of musicians who weren’t quite good enough to get signed by any major labels…

“Mikasa says she and her friends will be over in five,” Armin squints at his phone screen, holding it far away from him like an old man to type a response. Eren nearly rolls his eyes.

“Would you just get some fucking glasses already?”

“Annie said they made me look nerdy,” Armin shrugs. Connie groans.

“You two broke up like, a year ago–”

“Six months,” Armin corrects him, eyes growing sadder by the second.

“Okay, six months, whatever, we’ve got to get you laid tonight, dude.”

Eren lets the two slip into an argument about the “appropriate amount of time” to wait to sleep with someone after a breakup, much preferring his unusually contemplative mood to Connie and Armin’s bickering after their four-hour train ride together. He smiled to himself; God, it would be good to see Mikasa again. He wouldn’t have admitted it at gunpoint, but she was practically his mom growing up, and she’d been gone for over a year, only visiting for Christmas. Rumor had it that she’d been spending a lot of time with Jean as of late, so he needed to see what that was all about, too.

And who had Eren been spending a lot of time with lately? No one but bar rats and slim pickings from the frat parties at Trost University near his hometown. When was the last time he’d even gotten laid? A month? Two? Her name had been Jenna…no, Jenny? Josephina? Fuck, he should remember that. Eren needs to get laid, regardless, but if he dares to step near any of Mikasa’s friends, she’ll kill him, he knows that from experience. Then again, maybe this weird-ass Jean situation would come in handy. If Mikasa ends up distracted…

“Excuse me!” Armin disturbs his thoughts once again; Eren scowls. “Excuse me, sir? I think we’re here.”

Eren pays for the cab. Armin had bought the train tickets and the chain-gang costumes they were all currently sporting, and Connie was always flat broke, insisting his music career would work out soon. That could be Eren’s fault, though: Connie was one of his and Zeke’s first “clients”. None of them even bothered keeping up with the money exchanged between each other anymore; Connie had been in their kindergarten class, Armin’s mom had changed all of their diapers, Mikasa’s parents were the “cool parents” that let them smoke weed in the backyard, Jean’s mom made the best potato salad. They were a little family, separated by life and college at the moment, but a family all the same. Eren felt a little tingle of appreciation in his stomach as they climbed the stairs to Jean’s walk-up.

“Jaeger!” Jean was dapping him up and smacking a fist against his back before Eren could even properly look around the dark apartment.

“Kirstein,” Eren returns his embrace and has to shout over the music, suddenly smacked with a wave of homesickness at the familiar smell of weed and Jean’s tacky Hugo Boss cologne.

“Make yourself at home, dude,” Jean’s nearly inaudible over the thumping house music. He’s got some stupid mummy costume on that exposes his lean stomach, basically just shirtless and wrapped in toilet paper. Eren stifles a laugh, looking around the apartment for any other familiar faces.

Reiner approaches him next, a goofy, drunken grin splitting his face wide open, tackling Eren in a bear hug. Most of the greetings go like that; I miss you! How are you? How’s the business? Are you still in Shiganshina? It makes Eren’s chest tight, makes him miss the closeness of the people he loves. He was just always fucking working, helping Zeke with paperwork, running around town talking to clients, pulling at his face late at night looking over the finances of everything. He feels wound up, ready to burst, but the blunt and beer Bertholdt just handed him should fix that, at least somewhat. He needs…fuck, he needs to get laid.

His eyes search the room, looking for the one person he’s looking most forward to seeing, but he doesn’t find Mikasa where he expects.

She’s perched on Jean’s lap, giggling over her drink as Jean waves his arms wildly, telling her a story. That bizarre sight only holds Eren’s gaze for a moment, though, because there you are beside her, grinning wickedly with one of those stupid vapes between your teeth.

Eren stops dead in his tracks, speechless. Where do they even make women like that? He goes bottom to top, letting himself be impressed with how well you’re balancing on those high heels, ravishing every naked inch of your exposed legs until he reaches the hem of– fuck, is that just lingerie? Whatever little black thing you’re wearing, it makes his heart race, makes his pants tight. It’s low-cut in the chest enough to tease, a little collar around your neck, and your face…even your face makes him hard, so beautiful in the low lighting, eyes glimmering. You look evil and fun and sexy all at once, and Eren’s sold within the first ten seconds of seeing you.

Before he can make a beeline in your direction, he realizes he’s taken his gaze off of Mikasa and Jean long enough for them to approach him, Mikasa throwing her arms around his neck.

“Eren!” She squeals in his ear, clearly already drunk. Eren chuckles, trying to rein himself in enough to hold a stable conversation. The little black dress flashes behind his eyes as he smiles down at Mikasa.

“Hey Mika,” he ruffles her hair, making Mikasa grumble and reach towards her head to right what he’s ruined. His eyes wander back to you; you’re watching him too, sizing him up. He wonders if you like what you see, pulls at the zipper of his orange jumpsuit to inch it down, reveal some of his stomach. Eren’s not conceited per se, but he spends an unhealthy amount of time in the gym, and he knows it shows. As your gaze travels down to where he holds his zipper, Eren can’t look away, knows it must be obvious that he’s distracted.

“Bro,” Jean snaps his fingers in front of Eren’s eyes, looking over his shoulder to see what Eren’s staring at. He turns back with a smirk. “Yeah?”

Fuck, now Mikasa’s looking off in the same direction, returning her eyes to him with a scowl. Drunk or not, she never fails to scare the shit out of him. “No. No fucking way, Eren.”

“What?” Eren sips his beer innocently, shrugging. He was only staring…for now.

“She’s my best friend, Eren, no,” Mikasa says, firmer this time.

“Thought I was your best friend?”

“Didn’t she just break things off with Floch like…” Jean trails off at the withering glare Mikasa shoots him, turning red.

“She’s off-limits.” Eren nods, her words going in one ear and out the other. Mikasa’s scolded him before, and she won’t stop anytime soon, so what’s one more? She can read his mind, evidently, because she reaches up and pinches his cheek, yanking him down to her level.

“Ow!”

“Off. Fucking. Limits.” Mikasa seethes. “Do you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah I- fuck, let go! I hear you Mika,” Eren rubs his sore cheek, frowning. He can see you laughing at him, eyes barely visible over the edge of your drink. Great, Eren thinks; getting a talking-to from Mikasa like a child was not the first impression he wanted to give you.

Mikasa’s grabbing Jean’s hand and pulling him back towards the crowd, presumably to play guard dog for you, but before she can get him too far, Jean leans back towards Eren, cups a hand around his mouth.

“She’s single, bro,” Jean manages to get out before Mikasa pulls harder, “go for it!”

Eren grins. If Mikasa wanted to bite his head off for this, now he could blame it on Jean. What the hell was he supposed to say to you, though? You’re leagues above the girls he’s been pursuing. If Eren’s honest with himself, he’s intimidated by you, but his only solution is to throw some more of his beer back for liquid courage. He’s always loved a challenge.

When he pulls the cup away from his face, you’ve appeared in front of him, smiling demurely and nearly making him jump out of his skin.

“Hi.”

The second you saw him, you were hooked. He was gorgeous, dark hair pulled into a little half-bun on the back of his head, pretty eyes, and tall and broad to boot. He was almost stern-looking, dark eyebrows shielding his eyes. Dark and mean, just the way you like them.

Mikasa had given him a massive hug, interrupting the clear eye-fucking you were engaged in across the room; so that was Eren? Her long-lost best friend that was always too busy to visit? The happy kid from the picture? You watched her scold him, giggling to yourself at how childlike he became, crumbling under Mikasa’s pinch and pouting when she let him go.

You had no choice, really. Your promise to Mikasa had flown out of your mind the moment you saw those full lips pursed around the blunt, blowing out a puff of smoke, stretching into a wide, dangerous smile. You’re an only child and admittedly, a bit spoiled, so when you want something, you get it.

“Hi,” you can’t manage anything more clever, not face to face with his bare chest. Jean’s apartment is stuffy, and you catch the gleam of sweat on his chest in the LED lighting. You lick your lips.

“Hi,” Eren responds stiffly, looking as surprised as if you’d just punched him in the gut.

“You’re Eren, right? Mikasa’s friend?”

Eren hits his blunt again, nods slowly. “I don’t think we’ve met though, you’re…?”

You give him your name. He smiles and repeats it, rolling it around on his tongue and getting a taste for it. You can already see little hearts in his eyes, it makes you grin to yourself. You had expected him to put up more of a fight; there’s a dozen girls in this room alone that would fall all over themselves to get him in bed, but he’s enraptured by you, eyes never leaving your face. You’ve got him.

“A cat, huh?” Eren addresses the costume, dipping his head in the direction of the little black ears on your head. You’re suddenly embarrassed, feeling a bit silly.

“I, uh, didn’t really have time to shop,” you shrug, pulling at the hem of your dress. Eren’s mouth quirks up. “A prisoner?”

“Yeah, I didn’t get to pick. I like yours, though, it fits you.”

You cock an eyebrow at him. “A cat fits me?”

“Yeah,” Eren says, growing surer by the second, “I don’t know. Just fits. S’cute.”

You’re embarrassed by the giddy flutter in your stomach. God, he’s delicious. “You think I’m cute?”

“I think lots of things about you,” Eren replies, voice low and sultry and hardly audible over the music. His eyes widen like he hadn’t exactly meant to say that out loud, but it’s too late now. You grin, all teeth and bad intentions.

“We just met,” you point out. Eren’s confidence has returned, he boldly brings a hand to the spaghetti strap of your dress. His fingers are hot– why do men always run so hot? His touch almost burns.

“You wore this,” he rubs the fabric between his fingers, “and expect me not to have a few thoughts on it? Wasn’t that the point?”

The breath leaves your lungs. Your confidence fizzles at the same rate as your arousal grows. There are plenty of hot guys here, but you might have jumped into the deep end with this one. Something flickers in his eyes, something hungry.

“Why don’t you tell me about these thoughts of yours?”

“I will,” Eren nods, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, “later.”

“Later?”

“We’re at a party,” Eren takes the empty cup from you, replacing it with his own, much larger hand, “shouldn’t we at least dance a little?”

Before you can argue, he’s pulling you out into the center of Jean’s obnoxiously spacious living room, into a jungle of sweaty, gyrating bodies. You’re close enough to the speakers now that the bass pounds through your body to the same rhythm as your heart thudding in your chest. The crowded, makeshift dance floor pushes you into Eren, skin against skin. You have a fleeting moment to be grateful that you’re likely now obscured from Mikasa’s view before a pair of strong hands around your hips prevent any more conscious thoughts from taking shape in your brain.

“One of my thoughts,” Eren’s right beside your ear now, voice echoing in your brain, “is that I like you. Like this body.”

“T-thank you,” you stammer out, wanting to facepalm at not only your stupidly simple response, but the weakness in your voice.

“Move it for me.”

You obey him, letting your body move with the music, trying not to get too caught up in whether or not you look ridiculous with how you’re pressing your body into his, arms thrown around his neck. Eren seems to like the way you move on him, pushing and pulling your hips in the rhythm you’ve set, looking down his nose at you with bloodshot eyes.

Your panties are growing wetter by the second; he’s intoxicating, the feel of him against you, firm and tacky with sweat. His hands are tracing up your sides, dragging slowly as if he’s memorizing the curves of your body. You haven’t known him long enough to want him the way that you do, humiliated by the carnal desire simmering in the pit of your stomach, but you’ve had enough tequila not to care. The whole thing is too similar to what you really want, and you make it through a solid seven or eight songs before you can’t take the stifling tension between the two of you any longer, thick enough to cut with a knife.

You lean up on the tips of your toes, wobbling in your heels, and grab him tight around the neck, pulling him to you. Your lips finally meet; Eren’s slow to respond as you’ve caught him off guard, but he catches on quickly, lips falling open so you can kiss him deeper. His lips are softer than you expect, supple and giving as they move with yours. You trace your tongue through his teeth, hardly suppressing a whine. He tastes good, like cheap beer and weed and lust. You drink him in, a satisfied hum buzzing in your chest.

Without warning, Eren practically rips you off of him. “Not here.”

He’s dragging you through the people around you, knocking them out of the way and not stopping to apologize when he gets offended looks. He pulls you into what you know to be Jean’s room, wastes no time in shoving you up against the door and blocking you in with his wide shoulders.

You swallow hard; you’ve underestimated him.

“Another one of my thoughts,” Eren mouths at the area beneath your ear, makes you groan, “is that you’re pretty. Like, very fucking pretty. Bet you’re twice as pretty under this dress.”

“I think you’re pretty, too,” you manage to say, forcing the words from your mouth. Eren chuckles, smiling against the shell of your ear.

“C’mere,” he tilts your chin up, kissing you again. It’s troublingly gentle, long and languid as your mouths move against one another. He kisses you like he loves you; the thought makes alarm bells ring in your head, and you nip at his bottom lip to break up the emotional momentum, sink your teeth into it. Eren pulls back, chuckling down at you. “You’re mean.”

“Only a little.”

“Is that what you like?” Eren thumbs at your mouth, slipping his finger between your lips. You suck greedily, rubbing your tongue against the roughness of his fingertip. “Like it a little mean? Between you and me, I like ‘em a little mean, too.”

You nod, gently biting on his thumb. Eren groans, a low rumble deep in his chest. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with you.”

He’s pulling your dress over your head before you can stop him, sucking in a sharp breath when he gets an eyeful of your lace-clad breasts, the tiny thong you’ve slipped over your hips. Stronger than you’d expected, Eren pulls you up to wrap your legs around his waist, slamming your back against the door with a loud thud and knocking your stupid cat ears to the floor. You can hear a few sounds of surprise from outside; surely that got a few people’s attention, but you’re lost in him, whimpering at the feel of his jumpsuit costume rubbing against your clothed center.

Eren’s sloppy, placing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, pausing to suck a bruise underneath your ear. You gasp, canting your hips into his stomach, desperate for friction. You’re normally not so uninhibited, but Eren’s doing something to your head, has your mind spinning. He’s carrying you over to the bed, dropping you down onto Jean’s sheets. Eren leans down to pull your heels off, a sweet gesture if you could find the presence of mind to acknowledge it. You feel a flicker of guilt about doing this in Jean’s bed, but when Eren starts sliding a hand up your thigh, it flickers away into nothing, swallowed by your bottomless want.

“Look at that,” Eren smirks, rubbing his fingers over your panties, “soaked. This all for me?”

“Mhm,” you whine, hips jerking up towards his touch. It is for him, it was from the moment you laid eyes on him, and you both know it. His hands are everywhere: unclasping your bra, pulling your panties down, palming at your tits. You arch your back up to him, offering him your chest; he responds by closing down on one of your nipples with his teeth.

“So pretty,” Eren’s murmuring around the mouthful of your flesh he’s got, twisting the neglected nipple of your right breast between his fingers, “so pretty.”

“Eren,” you sigh, running your fingers through his hair, pulling it out of its bun and wrapping the hair band around your wrist. His mouth is hot, scalding, even, but you pull him closer to you anyway, pressing his face into your tits. Eren doesn’t seem to mind, letting you move him this way and that, show him what you like and how to pull those pretty moans out of your mouth. Before long, he’s kissing his way down your stomach, hands gripping your hips like a lifeline.

“Want a taste,” Eren sounds more like he’s talking to himself than to you, “need to taste this pussy.”

“Eren,” you reach for his hair, trying to pull him back up to you. While you’d love to see what the mouth that had just kissed you breathless could do between your legs, the thumping music outside is an annoying but consistent reminder that there’s an entire party outside and you’re in Jean’s bedroom. The clock’s ticking. “Want to feel you, we don’t have time for–”

“Don’t have time?” Something wicked lights Eren’s face up as he shimmies your panties down your legs. “Believe me, it won’t take long.”

“Eren,” your protest is feeble but earnest, and you make another attempt to reach for him when a long, thick lick up your center renders you near-unconscious. You moan, a little louder than you would have liked to.

“See? Gonna make you feel so good, trust me,” Eren’s punctuating each word with a little kiss somewhere on your pussy: your clit, your lips, right over your fluttering entrance. You have no choice but to whimper and nod, canting your hips up towards him. You look down, immediately regretting it: Eren’s wiggled out of his costume, naked and beautiful and staring up at you from between your legs. You’re hardly able to swallow the inhuman sound that threatens to rip from your throat.

Where he’d been cool and calculated pulling you onto the dance floor, you quickly learn that Eren eats pussy like he can’t control himself, like his life depends on it. His massive hands wrap around the tops of your thighs, securing you against his face as you try to squirm away. He licks into you enthusiastically, moaning against you at the taste, sending a succession of vibrations through you that go straight to the fire in your stomach.

When his lips close around your clit and suck hard, you have to slap a hand over your mouth to stop a wail from reaching the ears right outside the door. Eren takes the opportunity to sneak a finger into you, curl it right against that gummy spot in your walls that has you seeing stars. As he works his finger in your cunt, he kisses his way back up to your mouth, greeting you with a sloppy kiss.

“Feels good, right?” Eren’s face is literally dripping with you, a sharp-toothed grin barely visible in the dim light.

“Feels good,” you whimper, daring to look down to where he’s grinding his palm against your clit. You can see the veins of his muscular arm straining as he pumps in and out of you; it’s a lewd sight, one that makes your head spin. “‘S so much Eren, I— fuck.”

“Yeah?” Eren’s smile grows darker, another finger slips into you easily. You’re practically dripping onto the sheets at this point, rolling your hips against his hand with your mouth hanging open. It’s humiliating but too gratifying to stop. “Gonna cum for me? You can do it, give it to me.”

“God– close, so c-close,” you can barely find the words to respond, the pressure in your belly swelling at an alarming speed. You’re going to squirt, you know you are, should move off of Jean’s bed or warn Eren or do something, but it’s too late.

You thrash in Eren’s grip, cumming so hard you think you can taste blood where you bite your lip. You can feel the wetness spraying from you, soaking Eren’s hand and the sheets and your inner thighs, can distantly hear your pitiful cries, but you’re powerless to do anything about it until the mind-numbing orgasm’s run its course. Eventually you do settle, babbling incoherently into Eren’s shoulder about Jean’s ruined sheets, about how you’re sorry for making a mess. Eren shuts you up with his mouth on yours; you can hear the distant rip of a condom wrapper.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he laughs, rolling on top of you and lining himself up, “gonna have to keep you.”

Before you can even think to offer to return the favor or make a sarcastic remark about how you’d never let anyone keep you, Eren’s pressing into you, and your mind short-circuits. Shit, maybe you’d let him keep you.

You hadn’t gotten a good look at him in the darkness, but he’s big, bigger than you’ve ever had before, and big enough that you realize this when he’s not even halfway in.

“Eren…it’s so– s’big,” you hiccup into his shoulder, fingernails clawing into his biceps.

“Is it too much, baby?” You hate pet names, hate them, but from the greek god splitting you open right now, you love it, want to lick the word right out of his mouth and taste it on your own tongue. The genuine concern glittering in his eyes, the little furrow between his brows as he pauses, frowns down at you, fuck, you might be in love.

“No, not too much– feels good.”

Eren’s grin is feral. “Yeah? Tell me.”

“Feels so fucking good,” a little giggle sneaks out from your clenched jaw, Eren smiles wider and cups your face to kiss you again, far too gently to match the way he’s stretching you, bullying your cunt into the shape of him.

“Feel full?”

“Mhm,” he’s bottomed out now, impossibly deep, and you give him a little roll of your hips to show him just how okay you are, that you’re ready to see what he can really do.

“You’ve got–” Eren rolls his hips experimentally, punches a moan from your chest– “the best fucking pussy. So tight for me.”

Ordinarily, dirty talk makes you cringe, but something about the way he words things, as raw as if his inner monologue is spilling out of him, turns you on, makes your cunt clench down around him. That makes him happy, he sucks in a breath of air and starts pounding into you hard enough to make tears well in your eyes, hard enough to make you squeal in a way no one else ever has.

“Taking me so fucking well, baby,” Eren’s hands are grabbing your face, his lips pressing into your forehead, “never gonna let this pussy go.”

You grant him a long moan of agreement, so cockdrunk that for now, you’re more than happy to sign your freedom away to stay in this bed, pinned underneath him for all of eternity. He’s fucking into you so deep he’s practically in your throat; your breath comes out in short little huffs, choking on the brutal pace of his fucking. And god, he’s so big, but you’re taking him somehow, like you were made for it.

Eren moves one of his hands away from his face to swat your fingers away from where you’re digging into his arms, surely close to drawing blood.

“Fucking hurts,” he hisses, “just as mean as you are pretty, y’know that?”

He easily manhandles your arms above your head, pinning them above you by your wrists. The way he stretches his body to do so changes the angle he’s fucking into you at; now he’s hammering into the spot inside of you he’d found far too quickly with his fingers. Your eyes shoot open at the change, and Eren doesn’t miss it. He smirks.

“Right there?”

“God, yes, please– right there,” you sound pathetic, the few surviving rational brain cells you possess are laughing at you, but there’s no help for it. He’s already got you spiraling towards cumming again, the wetness from your cunt creating a sucking sound where he’s moving in and out of you.

“Fuck, m’close. Think you can cum again for me?”

“Yes,” you breathe, tilting your head up to nip at his neck, a tear or two running down into your hairline. You can do anything he asks, you think, anything in the world just for him, for how he’s making you feel. Eren practically growls, pistoning his hips faster.

“Need you to cum for me, okay beautiful? Cum right now.”

“S-so close– I– Eren, oh my god,” you’re babbling, eyes rolling back into your head. Eren smashes his lips to yours, grinding his hips into your clit and shoving you over the edge for the second time that night. You sob and convulse around him, back arching desperately and pressing your chests together. You’re seeing stars as he fucks you through it, grunting in your ear and growing sloppy as you tighten around him.

“Fuck!” Eren bites into your shoulder, hard enough to bruise, stilling his hips as deep inside you as he can manage. Your fucked-out brain wants the condom off, wants to feel the full warmth of him as he cums inside of you, grinding his hips against yours. Before he’s finished, Eren moves back to your mouth, kissing you deep and slow, a kiss that means a whole lot more than what you’ve just done together as a party rages just past the door.

As you’re panting beneath him, trying to ground yourself and come back to reality, Eren rolls off of you, whips the condom off, and to your surprise, takes you into his arms, pulls your head to his chest.

“You okay?”

You’re so blissed out right now that it’s a laughable question, and you giggle, watery and light into his chest. “More than okay.”

Eren laughs at that, a real laugh from deep in his stomach. The sound of it makes something warm and happy spark in your chest. “That good, huh?”

“You’re alright.” You’re trying to keep your eyes open, more than aware that your teeny tiny thong is on the floor and you’re naked in the arms of a stranger in Jean’s fucking bed, but Eren’s so warm, so comfortable, your eyes are fluttering despite your protests.

“Oh?” Eren’s voice raises in pitch, gets breathy. “Yes, Eren! Right there, Eren! I’m cumming, Eren!”

“Oh my god, shut up!” You smack at his chest, cheeks burning, but you make no move to roll away from him, preferring your snug little hovel against him to the loud, smoky party that awaits you should you leave.

“S’okay,” Eren presses a kiss to your hairline, “I like that you’re loud.”

“Not loud,” you grouch, resolving to let yourself enjoy just a few minutes of keeping your eyes closed before you return to the party. The last thing you remember is Eren humming, tracing circles into your shoulders with his fingers. You think you recognize the tune; it’s a love song.

–

“Jaeger!”

“Oh my god, oh my fucking god, is that Jean? What time is it? Eren!”

Eren’s first peaceful sleep in months is disturbed rather rudely, in his opinion; he shields his eyes from the brightness of the overhead light, peering through his fingers to see you, hair a rat’s nest and smudged makeup in rings around your eyes. He scowls at the warm, empty spot next to him in the bed that you’ve already leapt out of, frantic with energy even through your hangover. You’re alternating between running around the room naked, trying to find your dress, and shaking him urgently. He bites back a grin; so you are real, and just as hot as he remembered.

“Chill the fuck out, Jean!” Eren shouts, using far more energy than he can afford to expend if he’s leaving the bed anytime soon. The alarm clock on the nightstand reads 7:01am. Shit. “We’ll be out in a second!”

“Get your ass out here, Eren!” Shit. Mikasa’s here too? Oh, he’s dead the second he leaves this room. All the better to stay put, then.

“Get up,” you hiss at him, looking every bit of a pissed-off racoon as you scrounge around on the floor.

“Need my hair tie back if you want me to get up.”

“Ugh, here,” you fling it at him, hitting him squarely in the forehead. Eren chuckles, pulling his hair off of his neck and into its usual bun. He feels empty, feels alone, realizes that he wants your touch, the same body-to-body contact that he’d enjoyed last night..

“They’re fine,” Eren grumbles, hoping you can’t see the amusement written on his face, “we’ve got a few more minutes.”

He reaches sleepily for you, pulling you back into the bed with him amidst your whispered protests, pulling your lips back to his where they belong. He kisses you slowly, indulgently, convincingly. Your skin against his does wonders for the soul-crushing anxiety he’s been putting up with over the last few months. You’re like a drug to him; just one hit and he feels worlds better, feels like he can actually get through everything weighing on him for now. Jesus, even your morning breath doesn’t turn him off; his cock twitches in interest beneath the covers. Cute when you’re angry, he thinks to himself. He has a feeling you’d smack him if he said it out loud.

“We can’t,” you breathe into his mouth, pushing weakly at his chest. Eren loves the feel of your palms on his chest, necessarily resistant in the name of a one–night stand, but lacking the force to prove your point. You want him too, he realizes. The thought goes straight to his dick, and he takes a deep breath to keep his composure, to stop himself from jumping all over you with Mikasa and Jean right outside. He’s rather impressed with his efforts, rubbing small circles on your lower back instead of grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you into his lap like he wants to.

“We can,” Eren murmurs back, already ten times happier than he was a moment ago, “just want to kiss you, that’s all.”

That makes you pull back, fix him with a stern look. “I don’t want to come off as a bitch, but I don’t really do the morning-after thing. Don’t you live, like, five hours from the city anyway?”

Eren’s not the brightest when he’s tired, and he’s even stupider around beautiful women. He cocks his head at you, smiling. “Mikasa didn’t tell you? I’m moving to the city in a few weeks.”

You eye him suspiciously. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Eren’s bullshitting, bullshitting very badly and he knows it, “just have to get some things worked out with my brother and our business. Get the operation moved here, that’s all.”

He knows your type: flighty, heavily anti-commitment, and meaner than a snake when you’re cornered. But Eren hopes, he hopes stupidly and against all reason because even if it was just a night, he meant what he said in the throes of passion. You’re funny, you’re interesting, you’re sexy, and he doesn’t want to let you go. He wants to fuck you stupid, just like he did last night, for the rest of his life.

He can’t say any of this out loud, of course, but what if he’s not bullshitting? What if he can convince Zeke to move their amateur record label into the city, where they can pick up real artists, and he can fuck you stupid whenever he feels like it? Maybe he can even learn how you like your coffee, what your bra size is, where the junk drawer in your apartment lives. Eren doesn’t know you, he knows that, but he inexplicably wants those things, wants the mundane parts of you for himself.

“Get the fuck out here, Jaeger, that’s my fucking bed!” Fists pound against the door, threatening to barge into your little sanctuary. Mikasa’s calling your name from outside too, voice harsh and angry. Eren waits for you to scold him, waits for you to shove him off of you and tell him to fuck off.

To his surprise, you make no move to get up and offer him a sheepish grin, shrugging shyly as if you’re not fully naked in his arms. “I guess I’ll see you around, then.”

Eren’s heart swells. “I’m not chancing that. Give me your number.”“You can earn my number if you buy me breakfast,” you scoff, “and help me find my dress before Mikasa kills us both.”

#eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager x readaer #eren x you #eren jaeger x you #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot x you #aot x reader #ti penso uni #ti penso universe #i love them this makes my heart warm!!!!!!!!!

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txtmetonight · 4 months

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The Lovers of Auradon

call summary ⋆ ★ Jake is the upcoming king of Auradon

or Jake as King Ben

pairing *. * Jake x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★ Fluff, Angst, Crack

warnings *. * Headcanon format, crude language, basically copied the plot of the movie except changed the characters lol, bad grammar

call duration⋆ ★ 1.7k

a/n*. * Jake as King Ben was giving me such a big brain rot, I felt like I was melting from the inside out oml. Also, I watched a 15-minute recap on the movies just in case but I'm also really lazy so I think I may or may not have accidentally left out some details. Oops.

taglist ⋆ ★ @kflixnet

✭ Upcoming King Jake! who lives a perfect life in Auradon. The very handsome son of the beauty and the beast, he was truly a sight to see, with pure flawlessness

✭ He’s such a pretty thing and lucky guy yet so humble that no one has it in their hearts to hate the guy

✭ Upcoming King Jake! decides that the Isle of the Lost deserves a chance because it’s the right thing to do, and whatever the young prince demands, it happens in a snap of a fingers

✭ And so here you are with your three other friends, the group known as the lucky four

✭ Yet no one knew that after much fight with your mother; maleficent, you four had come on a mission to steal the fairy godmother’s wand, to truly prove how evil you could be

✭ The candy in the fucking limo amazed your eyes, but you would never tell anyone that as you roll up to the awaited castle, eyes sparkling in amazement that you try not to show

✭ Upcoming King Jake! who falls in love with you at first sight; you’re so stunning that he can’t speak, and all he can do is stare at you, which you find weird but brush off–the residents of this island must be a kind of unusual

✭ Plus, you can’t be distracted by his good-looking features! You’re here to make your mother proud by stealing that damn wand that she insists on!

✭ Heeseung, the son of Cruella, Yunjin the daughter of the evil queen, and Beomgyu the son of Jafar all accompany you into the castle, ready to cause much trouble that was needed...though you all knew that deep inside your hearts the real truth

✭ Upcoming King Jake! who can’t stop asking about you or rather even stop talking about you. You’re all that he thinks about, and he finds it in him to befriend you–and it’s not just because of that funny feeling in his stomach that flutters every time he talks to you.

✭ Yunjin thinks it’s cute, but you find it quite annoying, and now diverting as you all just had failed to grasp the wand in your sly hands, and now you must create a new plan from now on

✭ Which is quickly formulated once Yunjin herself–a girl of gossip comes forward with new details that the wand was going to be next to the beauty and the beast and their lovely son, during his coronation

✭ And the most important part–whoever his girl would be for that night, stand right next to them too and next to that wand

✭ Heeseung warns you not to follow through with whatever you were thinking and Beomgyu quickly nods right after, but what would they know, they’ve been enjoying this stupid lifestyle while you wither away in the fear of your cruel mother!

✭ Though recently you’ve found yourself being plagued with Upcoming King Jake! in your dreams–the way that he smiles brightly or the twinkling in his gorgeous eyes...

✭ You shake your head of the thoughts and stand your foot on your plan with a wicked grin, cause who were you if you didn’t shake a bit of trouble

✭ “(Y/n) you can’t seduce Jake like that! He’s too nice to be part of your fucking scheme! Is there really nothing else?”

✭ “Nada” And with that, you skip down to the kitchen to bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies, ones filled with a love spell that would enchant the prince to fall in love with you

✭ But only if you knew that the cookies were unnecessary and that he was already head over heels in love with you, and would’ve done anything in a heartbeat for you

✭ Ho-Hum

✭ Upcoming King Jake! soon announces his love for you at a game, half fueled by the magic in the food he consumed and the other half his true feelings of love for you, and you think that you feel your heart skip a beat for a second

✭ You don’t notice the heavy blush that slathers your face, but the other three definitely do, and they snicker in silence

✭ The first date he takes you on, you realize your mistake; you’ve fallen in love with the young prince

✭ The way that he looks at you like you held the whole world, the way that he holds you with the most utmost gentle care as though your mother hadn’t committed the largest heinous crimes known, the way that he doesn’t even acknowledge your stupid fucking parents really hits the home run for you

✭ With him, you’re just (Y/n) (L/n), not the daughter of maleficent, or some kind of evil girl, you’re just a young woman in love with Sim Jaeyun

✭ He speaks to you through the silence of your own words, his fingers slowly wrapping around yours while he guides you through a lake...and for the first time in a long time, you let a genuine laugh leave your mouth

✭ Upcoming King Jake! decides that your giggle is gonna be the tune he better hear when he enters heaven and that you look so fucking good with your hair slathered back wet droplets slithering down your face

✭ He’s liked you forever and he won’t ever let you go he also concludes

✭ While you're in distress in your dorm, crying your poor eyes out to Yunjin, sobbing about your shocking revelation that she pretends to be surprised to be about

✭ Everyone could see it from a distance away about how much you really pretended to dislike the prince

✭ You feel so guilty for charming Upcoming King Jake! like that and you come to a decision to make an antidote for him after the coronation

✭ And possibly run away and never turn back again–you’re afraid that staying with your ‘lover’ could potentially drag you through a deeper rabbit hole

✭ Dates after date, you learn more about your boyfriend with wide eyes that can’t help but flit to his very tempting lips occasionally

✭ -Anyways coronation doesn’t take long to arrive and before you know it, you’re being fitted into an alluring (sexy) dress with colors that make you pop and a shape that really brings out your figure–Yunjin truly knows you well

✭ The other two boys–your boys take hip hip hooray at you, and you carefully smile at them, hugging them the moment they get close, you’ve missed them

✭ They lead you down the winding hallways where the other students cheer in delight and envy at you. Streamers of gold and blue trail down the walls, there are balloons everywhere and couples dance at the ball music that echoes outside in the open

✭ “Fuck you’re so pretty, I think I’m gonna hurl”

✭ Those are the first words of Upcoming King Jake! utters to you, whimpering when you take his hand so he can assist you into the pearly carriage, grip snaking to your waist to make sure that you didn’t trip–or at least that was his excuse, you just knew that he wanted to feel you up

✭ “And you’re so handsome, and I’m gonna faint” You gulp, absolutely enamored with Sim Jaeyun, fixing his crown as you try not to kiss him...maybe it’s time to tell him the truth

✭ “I–Jake I’m so sorry, but I’ve put something in those cookies I gave you in the beginning of our relationship. You’re not actually in love with me”

✭ You shove the antidote snacks right into his mouth just after, afraid of his response while you well up with silent tears that you try to wipe away discreetly

✭ But the translucent drops on your face are caught softly with cradling arms that turn your reddening face to the side

✭ Nothing in the world mattered to you two, just all you saw was each other and the sparks that flew when King Jake! closes the gap between your lips, so soft and warm your head is going fuzzy...omg

✭ You just kissed Jaeyun...no he kissed you but why?

✭ It seems as though he can read your mind because he quickly answers you, nuzzling his nose against your cheeks

✭ “I know you put that stupid spell on me. It washed away after our first date when we took a dip in the enchanted lake, but I’ve always liked you–since the very beginning when I first laid my eyes on you.

✭ You believe that you’re about to melt from his intense gaze, so what’s the best next thing to do?

✭ Kiss your lover once more on the lips

✭ Too bad your evil mother has stopped your carriage midway, grabbing the wand from Yuna the fairy godmother’s daughter who had just gone rogue from anger

✭ And too bad it’s up to you to stop your mother from her rage, so you step out of the vehicle, magic thrumming deep in your veins as you battle your mother

✭ In that moment two crucial events take place; one you settle to be good and two, King Jake! thinks you’re really fucking hot when you’re angry and fighting your parent

✭ Blah Blah Blah, in the end, you drive that wretched woman away by turning her into a lizard and everyone cheers in joy–you’ve just saved the kingdom!

✭ And guess what? King Jake! just fell more in love with you as he tumbles out of the carriage, pulling you into a tight hug, in front of his parents the crown on his head slipping which you fix, landing a kiss on his cheek

✭ King/Boyfriend Jake! thinks that vexation looks good, but happiness looks so much better with that gorgeous smile that you throw at him...gosh he’s actually about to hurl because of you

✭ He can’t stop kissing you and luckily you don’t think you mind

And so, if happily ever after did actually exist, you and King Jake! wouldn’t have broken up because of your urge to be evil once more, but luckily fate drew breath instead. So he searched for you, because his hearty truly couldn't let you go. He soon learned the ropes of being evil and got almost fucking died because of a few pirates...arghh and then got seduced for the second time! Which you save him from with a true love's kiss, and then he watches you fight again, and for some reason finding you in your element is really stupidly kind of sexy for him.

And that’s why he asks you to marry him outside with a bunch of people watching, kissing you deeply when you accept the ring.

The end.

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usimp4women · 1 year

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Love Potion.

Pairing; Lady Lesso (Dean of The School for Evil) X Reader

WordCount; 992 words, 5598 characters.

Warnings (18+); Mommy kink, Smut, Adult content, Thigh grinding, Fingering…

Summary; The Dean unknowingly drank from a cup that contained a ‘minimal’ amount of love potion.

Note; Enjoy it while you can. Credits to @slashingdisneypasta for allowing me to do this, this work is inspired by her Cruella De Vil X Fem! Reader || Smutshot, you should really go see her blog! :D

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Her soft groans were the most addictive noise you’ve ever heard throughout your entire life.

The way her fingers clutches onto your collar fiercely as she grinds against your thigh to create friction, how her eyebrows furrow and her mouth opens widely while rolling her eyes to the back of her head drives you insanely crazy.

Now you may be wondering how you've got yourself situated at this moment.

It was supposed to be a mistake, that elixir was intended to make Tedros fall in love with you but the redhead involuntarily drank the cup instead. But perhaps.. maybe you and Tedros are just not meant to be.

Perhaps you belong to her, and she belongs to you.

Designated to be together.

"Reader... O-oh my god..!" Lesso whimpers out in exasperation, goodness she was so mesmerizing.

"I want you, I need all of you." She rests her head upon your shoulder and tilts her head while closing her eyes, soaking in your aroma and burying her face in your soft locks.

"Don't worry, mistress. Allow me to handle it."

You began to take hold of her midsection and arose to your feet to proceed towards her bedroom.

Gently placing the woman’s body on the bed, you swiftly set in motion to remove her cloak and her outfit. You were now simply confronted with her wet, drenched undergarments; that were soaking the sheets beneath her form.

My god, you bite your bottom lip to prevent yourself from grinning too broadly as you approach her near core.

"Don't leave me hanging, baby. Why don't you remind me how much you desire me?" She glances down longingly into your gaze, which is fixated on her drip.

You nod whilst slowly gathering the courage to extend your arms in order to grasp her undies and pull them off.

"Mhm..." Humming while your hands trembled and eagerly reached for her plain black undergarments; the sight made your lips start to moisten.

But this approach is, apparently, not good enough though. Lesso abruptly stops your fingers before you could lower them down, which suddenly surprises you. "Where are your manners?"

"Anything for you, mommy." You respond with a grimace of assurance.

She merely bestows a hum to signify her approval. "Hmmm..." Then, with your lips only a few inches away, she unexpectedly latches her fingers upon your neck and jerks you close near her face, her eyes flashing. "Well then, get moving."

"Yes, ma'am." You quip as she shoves your head between her thighs.

You begin to lean down to taste the fabric of her underwear, lifting your thumb to gently trace it into the cotton of her underwear while you followed the outline of her pussy which you could feel. She sighs and settles back on the cushions, feeling content at this point.

You toss her underwear to the side as you reach around her hips and roll it away from her. As you pull one knee up over your shoulder and shift the other one further away, your lips initially made contact with the side of her knee.

You can't take your eyes off of Lesso's flawless cunt. You then proceed to kiss her leg up to her knee.

Then, as your heart began to race within your chest from excitement, you enthusiastically brought your thumbs up and parted her folds with it, allowing yourself to evaluate what a gorgeous mess she already is.

You ultimately do so by inching in. You moan as you lick a deep, adventurous strip across her pussy lips, feeling pleased when her hips flex and her heel nails into your back, subtly urging you to go closer and take action.

You don't want to let her down, after all.

You are compelled to let go of her folds in favor of reaching around to embrace her close to your face as you relish your feast while you proceed to lick her steadily, growing quicker and faster as her ass starts to raise towards your face. With your mouth on her and your tongue eating her in the most filthy manner imaginable, you must appear to be starving.

However, you don't really start messing around until you totally encircle her cunt with your lips. Your spit and her moisture are smearing across your face as you start to suck her and thrust your tongue—a difficult but oh-so-pleasant task for you both.

You're slurping her up and pounding her with your skillful tongue as you emit lewd noises;

you certainly know how to fuck Lady Lesso.

As you rub your lips against her flower, she grinds herself into your pretty mouth. Muscular fingers ultimately sink into your scalp, and your locks coil around it. “… I… hope you are aware that I… expect you to devour your meal, darling… every last bit… “

She tightens her clasp on your hair in response to you beginning to tongue further and ingesting as much of her as you can before the main course.

She arrives sloppy when she is eventually sucked till she orgasms. You continue moving forward while the gooey substance seeps out of her like a tribute to you. Your tongue glides over her like dessert.

You don't cease until she has finished coming. After wiping the substance from your cheeks with your thumb and licking it off, you slump backward.

She observes this with a seductive grin; Despite being exhausted after coming so violently, she was still attractive, sporting short, thick wisps of hair that had fallen over her face and crimson lipstick on her teeth from biting her bottom lip while you sucked in her. She curls a finger at you and beckons you to come.

You obliged, crawling up onto her captivating body.

The Dean unpredictably alters your position, allowing her to tower over you and take control. “I just want you to know… that the love potion you poured inside that drink has nothing to do with this.”

#lady lesso x reader #lady lesso #dean of the school for evil #lady leonora lesso #leonora lesso #charlize theron #the school for good and evil

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 2 years

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The harmony of fashion

Warnings: First Meetings, Fix-It

Word count: 1.5 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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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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I hope you enjoy it

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

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Call Me Cruel

Pairing: Divus Crewel x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dom/sub dynamics, collars, dirty talk, fingering, clit stimulation, blowjob, soft sex turns into rough sex, begging, slight breeding kink, pet names, degrading nicknames, praise

Word count: 1.6k

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A/N: I was gonna say that is like Cruella turned into a mob boss but that is kind of what happened in the origin movie. This is commissioned work and yeah it's interesting to see people's tastes, although with Crewel I kind of expected everything that is in this fic.

You knew you were in trouble the moment you stepped into Divus's classroom before class. He liked you well enough as his assistant, that you had no doubts about, but there was another, secret part of your relationship that no one was aware off.

One where you found yourself subjected to his every whim, where he could pull you in for kiss, leave you breathless and moaning as he pushed you against the board, his gloved hand making it's way under your skirt and into your underwear, gently massaging your ass before his fingers dip into your dripping entrance.

"You've been looking at me through the whole morning class. I didn't think you'd be into doing it here. I'm always happy to discover new things about you though, and wouldn't you know each one is more lewd than the last." His hand trailed up your back, fingers squeezing around your neck for just a moment before hooking his index finger on the red collar around your neck.

"What can I say sir?" You smile and moan as you back up, feeling his clothed bulge against you, "I like to be a little daring sometimes. You taught me that."

"Indeed." Divus slowly drew his finger out and then adding another one as he slides them inside, "And I have so many more things to show you."

"Yeah?" You sigh as you bent forward, your legs spread wider to let him move his fingers better. "Is that why you're letting me do this in the classroom?"

Divus chuckles against your neck, "I think I may have ruined you babe. Remember what you were like when you first arrived here? You were so timid. The mere sight of my cock made you blush, a single dirty word whispered in your ear had you whining before me. And now?" You hear him untie his tie, his fingers slowing down to a teasing thrust, "Now you let me do things like this no questions asked." You feel his fingers brushing against your neck as he ties a knot around your collar. He tugs in the tie, angling your head back and making you whimper, his fingers now back to his rougher, quicker rhythm.

"I... I think i just used to being like this with you. Only with you though." You back up against him some more, trying to get him to stop teasing. As much as you love his fingers, you're craving something a bit bigger, a bit thicker.

The way your cunt clenched around Divus's fingers, dripping down his hand, told him exactly what you needed right now. He'd make you come enough times to know exactly what your body needs. But it doesn't mean he's gonna give it to you easily.

"Of course you're only mine. My beautiful pet. Just look at you, legs spread, offering yourself to me like a bitch in heat. You need my cock bad don't you?" You nod eagerly. Divus pulls the tie back and you make half-choked sob, "Use your words my darling."

"Fuck yes, please Div. I've been thinking about it all morning." Your voice is dripping with lust for him.

"I love it when you're honest, makes things so much easier." He thrust his fingers in a few more times before he removed them and slid your ruined underwear down your legs, just under your knees. "I'll tell you a secret sweetheart." He leans in so his breath tickles your ear, "I've been thinking about this all morning too." In your lustful haze you didn't even register the that he undid his pants. The feeling if his naked cock spreading your folds caught you by surprise.

It took everything in you not to roll your hips for him, trying to get more friction. Divus ran one hand up your thigh while the other traveled to your clit, pressing it in tight, slow circles to get you ready for him.

Divus groaned as his cock got wetter and wetter with every roll of his hips. He waited for you to finally snap and grind back into him, "Inside. Please."

"Hm? What is it pet? What do you want?" He could be so damn cruel sometimes, teasing you like this, making you beg, tugging on your collar to tilt your head back.

"Please just give me your dick already, I don't know.. mmn... how much more of this I can take." You gasp as the tip of his cock nudges against you, slowly sinking in. He's good at giving you what you want, he just enjoys making you beg for it first. You know that. And yet you keep playing his game over and over again.

"Oh I know how much you can take." His chuckle is almost sinister as he slides his cock into your tight cunt, slowly, feeling you open up for him, feeling you squeeze around his hard cock. He didn't stop until he was balls deep inside you. You let out a shaky breath at him dragging out and sinking in slowly, until he bottomed out again. "Gods I wish I could just fill you up. Make you drip with my cum. Make you walk around all day with my cum inside of you. Maybe I will. We'll take a day off and I'm gonna spend all of it filling you up."

You bucked your hips into him, every time he pulled out and thrust back in you met him half way, his finger pressing your clit every time his balls hit the back of your thighs.

"Shit." You groan, "I'm... fuck... What if... I really want it?" You look back, seeing his smirk, his teeth almost canine-like, "You called me a bitch in heat. What if I want to be breed?"

"Oh darling I love you so much." Divus leaned forward, his hand grabbing your thigh and lifting your leg sideways so he can sink in deeper, "As soon as we get back to our room I promise I'm gonna fill you up. I'm going to give you so much cum you're gonna be overflowing with it, covered in it."

His cock hit your sweet spot over and over, his words making your head swim with all the wonderful images of his promises. His cock sank in deep, making you scream his name in pleasure, your cunt clenching around him, intent on milking his balls. Divus had other plans however.

As soon as you caught your breath he pulled out, your lips puffy and pink from the pounding he just gave you. He moved back and tugged on his tie, turning you around and pushing you on your knees. As soon as you were on level with his cock you took him into your mouth and sucking. If you can't take him in your cunt then your mouth will have to do for now.

"So damn good for me, my little pet, my little cumhungry bitch." You moaned around the tip, taking inch after inch, your tongue swiping lightly along the underside.

He tugged harder, almost making you choke as you chose that specific moment to sink all the way down.

You could feel how full he was, every pulse of his cock going straight between your legs, making you ache all over again. But you knew you won't have time for another dicking down for at least a few hours. And Divus explicitly forbade you from touching yourself, he was the only one who could make you come.

"I'm gonna come in your pretty, little mouth. Take it! I don't want to see you waste a single drop you understand me?" His groan sounded almost like a growl. You relaxed your throat and swallowed around his cock. He tugged on the makeshift leash one final time as he creamed down your throat. It was so much, he must have been just as pent up as you. You almost couldn't take it all. "You can take it." He cooed as if he read your mind, "You're my good girl, I know you can take everything I have to give you."

You tilted your head back just a little as you swallowed gulp after gulp of his cum.

When he pulled out his thumb was quickly wiping the corner of your mouth. "Good girl, I knew you could do it. I'll make sure to give you a nice reward."

"Please do." You turned your head to kiss the inside of his palm. Even though the glove you could feel the warmth of his touch. "Do we still have some time before the next class starts?"

"Hmm, a few minutes." You nod while tucking his soft cock back into his underwear and zipping his pants back up. Feeling cheeky you pressed a kiss across his now clothed cock. "Although if you keep that up I might call in suddenly sick."

"And what a shame that would be." You kissed him again, making him chuckle. He pulled you up and untied the tie, tying it back around his neck, "Hold still." You straighten it up for him before giving him a peck on the lips, "There. Now you look like the perfect teacher again."

"Thank you." He looked down, your panties still pooled around your ankles, "I wouldn't exactly mind you keeping those off, but you should them pull them up for the students sake." A hot blush spreads across your face as you bend down and pull your underwear up. "You're so damn cute." He pecked your lips again, lightly tugging on your collar as he walked back to his desk and took a seat, you standing next to him as you waited for the next bell to ring.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #crewel x reader #crewel smut #twst #divus crewel #twst x reader #twst smut #twst imagines #twst x female reader #crewel x female reader

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spookie-bitch · 7 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.

#cruella #cruella de vil #Cruella x reader #Cruella 2021 #Cruella x fem reader #Lesbian #lesbian pride #lesbian #Cruella #cruella movie #Cruella x female reader #Cruella x you #Jealousy #jealousy trope

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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tasm! peter chooses bad timing to tell reader about his secret identity on Halloween so she thinks it's a joke so he takes her swinging around the neighborhood stealing candy

AN | I love this prompt so much! Blind fools and surprise confessions! ❤️

Pairing | TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

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“No way,” you giggling so hard that your side was starting to hurt and you were doubled over, “that’s a good one, Petey. You almost got me!”

“I happen to be very serious right now, thank you very much,” he scoffed but there was no malice behind his words, “like dead serious.”

“Peter Parker,” you gave him a serious look, a hand on his shoulder, “there is no way in hell I am believing that you are Spider-Man.”

"What's so hard to believe about that?" he jumped in front of you as you kept walking. You appreciated the dedication your best friend was putting into all of this.

"It's you," you grinned and he put his hand over his heart before sighing dramatically. He was walking backwards and clearly not paying much attention and…almost tripped over his own feet. You raised an eyebrow as he sheepishly smiled, "you've just proved my point, Petey! Spider-Man would not be so clumsy."

"He can be!" with a huff he fell back into step with you, electric shivers down his spine as you looped your arm through his, "maybe the suit helps."

"I doubt the suit would do that much work," the suit in question was haphazardly stashed into his backpack and he was half tempted to pull it out and show you. But the middle of campus probably wasn't the best idea, "he - I - am a man of many talents."

"A clown of many talents maybe," you leaned over and kissed his cheek without even thinking about it, "Spider-Man is pretty cool, but you're way cooler. He's got nothing on you."

"Oh yeah? How's that?"

"I'm your best friend duh," you had a cheeky little smile on your face, "so tell me, Spider-Man, what are we going to dress up as for Halloween? Aaron's throwing that huge party and we are totally going!"

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“Do you think this looks okay?” you were standing in front of your mirror, scrutinizing your costume. You were dressed up as a dalmatian, unsure of whether it looked cute or tacky. You’d thought about being Cruella or something else entirely, but once you’d gotten the idea of dressing up as an actual dalmatian, you couldn’t get it out of your head, “does it look too…risque or actually cute?”

“You’re perfect,” Peter was standing behind you, and when you met his eye, his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of crimson, “I-I mean the costume. It’s perfect…looks cute.”

“Thanks Petey,” you turned to him and put a hand on his cheek, which was very warm and his smile shy. You usually didn’t push your crush on him too much, but you couldn’t help but do it in this moment, “are you alright?”

“F-fine.”

“Are you nervous?” your voice was soft and he was struggling to keep his composure with each passing moment, “am I making you nervous?”

“N-no,” he couldn’t bring himself to look into your eyes, knowing it would give away his every emotion. You laughed softly, a sound that always went straight to his heart and made him practically melt into a puddle, “‘m fine. It’s just…really warm in here, isn’t it?”

“Not to me,” you shrugged, “if you’re sure you’re alright…”

“Y-yeah! I mean…I’m good,” he was most definitely not good, “yeah.”

“Mhmm,” you nodded and turned back to give yourself the final once over, deciding that you did indeed look alright, “I guess we should get going soon. You should have enough time to change.”

“Actually,” there was a shift in the air as he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “I forgot part of my costume at my place, so I’m gonna go grab it and then meet you at the party, okay?”

“O-oh,” your face fell slightly but you tried to keep it from showing too much. You loved getting to spend any moment with him and even a short separation caused your heart to miss him, “are you sure? I can come with you real quick.”

“It’s alright,” he seemed adamant and as much as you wanted to push the issue. No need for him to see how desperate you were for his company, “no big deal…and I’ll see you soon! It’s in what - like 40ish minutes? I’ll be there just in time.”

“Okay,” you felt him give your arm a gentle squeeze, “see you soon.”

“See you soon!”

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But…you didn’t see him soon. Well over an hour had passed and the party was in full swing and you were lost in a sea of drunk and horny people. It could have been fun…if your best friend had been there. Instead you were clutching a cheap, warm beer as you listened to some of your sort-friends talk about their latest sexual exploits. You weren’t really paying much attention, instead looking around for Peter.

When you’d finally given up on him making his reappearance, you heard a huge commotion coming from somewhere near the door. Your interest was piqued as you started to move to the large crowd that was gathering around something…or someone.

“No fucking way,” you heard one guy say under his breath.

“Is that really him?!”

“I thought he’d be taller in real life.”

“No way that’s Spider-Man.”

Spider-Man. Your heart skipped a few beats as you pushed your way through the throng of people. Surely it was all a coincidence….right? Just because you’d been talking about Spider-Man recently with Peter didn’t mean…no way.

Sure enough when you got to the front of the crowd, there he was. Spider Fucking Man was standing in the middle of a shitty college party while everyone stared at him with reverence and adoration. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you stared at him; when he turned his attention to you, your eyes grew wide and worried. He cocked his head to the side as you tried to take a step but were prevented from doing so by the large crowd.

And then…he said your name. He said your fucking name. How the hell did he know your name?

You nodded slightly, as if to confirm that he was correct; you felt everyone start to look at you. Before you could fully run away, he held out his hand and wiggled his fingers to beckon you towards him. Your heart was pounding in your chest, about to break through your ribcage at any moment. You were positive everyone else in the room could hear it too.

There was no way you were getting out of this one. Swallowing nervously, you walked towards him, each step heavy and tentative. When you were directly in front of him, he turned his hand so his palm was facing up, silently asking for you to hold his hand.

You placed your palm on top of his, and he wasted no time in leading you away, much to the surprise of everyone else at the party. He hadn’t said a word and while you thought you might have been nervous, you felt so…comfortable.

He didn’t stop walking until you were a few blocks away from the party and turned down a small, dark alleyway. He was probably the only stranger you trusted to do this and not murder you. He remained silent as he studied you and it took every fiber of your being not to start nervously blabbering at him.

“S-spider-Man?” you asked slowly as if it was still up for debate. He nodded and just when you thought he was about to say something, he paused and shook his head. He reached up and touched his neck, fingers dancing around the nape before going to pull off the mask. A part of you grew worried, like you had to look away and held up your hands to shield your face, “I-I won’t look. I promise.”

“You can look,” he insisted and your heart stopped. There was no way. Absolutely no way, “are you going to hide and never look at me?”

That damn teasing lilt. You’d know that voice anywhere…but it still felt impossible. You pulled your hands away from your face and gasped in surprise. No, no, no.

“Peter?” your voice was about an octave higher than normal as you looked at your best friend. His grin spread from ear to ear as he nodded slowly, “no way. Did you…steal the suit?”

“Do you really think I stole it?”

“I mean…maybe?” your mind was absolutely reeling as you tried to make sense of it all, “you can’t be Spider-Man…”

“Why not?”

“You’re Petey…my best friend.”

“C’mere,” he quickly slipped the mask back on and wrapped an arm tightly around your waist. Your whole body warmed up and you wondered what he was up to, but before you could ask, web slung to the roof of the building, “hang on tight!”

"What?" you looked between him and the top of the building as usual slowly realized what was going on, "oh no! Peter, don't you dare! I'd like to stay firmly planted on the ground! I don't - ahhh!"

Without a moment of hesitation, he swung up and you felt like you were flying. Your eyes had involuntarily shut, and you refused to open them again until you were back on solid ground.

"Hey," he said softly, brushing a thumb over your cheek. You slowly pried your eyes open and looked around; you were standing on the top of the building, the cool wind swirling around you softly, "you're okay."

"You…you really are Spider-Man," you whispered as he beamed at you with a nod, "Petey, oh my god! How come you never told me before? How…I just don't…holy fuck."

“I told you it was me,” he pulled off the mask again and cocked his head to the side with a victorious smile on his face, “hate to say I told-”

“Don’t!” you clapped a hand over his mouth as the two of you both started to laugh, “I’ll admit you were right but don’t you dare say it, Peter Parker.”

“Fine,” he gave in to you without missing a beat, “I never told you because…well, I didn’t want you to worry about me, and I didn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Well, I guess it’s too late for that now,” you carded a hand through his messy hair affectionately before touching his cheek, “for what it’s worth, I think it’s pretty rad that my best friend is Spider-Man…not that I’ll tell anyone of course.”

“Yeah…kinda don’t need everyone knowing all of my secrets,” he agreed, “but you’re different.”

“Different as in the best?” you teased, “I think so too.”

“There’s one more thing,” now your curiosity was piqued and you leaned in, “can I kiss you?”

“K-kiss me?” your eyes widened with surprise and his face fell at your reaction.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just thought that maybe you felt the same-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his, kissing him softly and sweetly. It took him a moment to realize what was going on but when he didn, his hands found your waist and he pulled you close to him. When you pulled back, breathless and dizzied, you found him watching you in wonder.

“It’s about time Parker,” you pushed his chest lightly, his cheeks flushed and your face warmed, “you've made this quite a night…it’s going to be hard to top this.”

“I have something I think you’ll like,” his pretty brown eyes had a mischievous twinkle to them, “wanna get some candy? It’s Halloween after all.”

“Alright, I’ll bite,” you agreed, “let’s do it.”

“You better hang on tight,” he pulled you into his frame; this time you quickly processed what was happening as you clung onto him like a koala, “you know, I think the best way to see the city…is by swinging.”

“Peter,” you closed your eyes as you braced yourself, “w-what are you doing?”

“Hang on!”

“Peter, no!”

“Peter yes!” and off he was with you hanging on tightly as he swung through New York City.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Includes/Warnings:

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

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

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

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

Audrey II:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cruella De Vil:

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

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

It was all quite normal.

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

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

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

Obnoxiously horny.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N,

My Office. Later tonight after everyone leaves.

Cruella De Vil

Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel:

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhm... "

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

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

"Please- "

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jim Bickerman x Reader:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I do try, pumpkin."

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

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

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

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

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

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