#‖ ♥︎ 》 so ursula gets shorts!

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EVEN MORE double trouble au -- this time it's ursula!

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Disney Villains x Reader || Smexcerpts (Vol. 2)

Plots / Includes:

♦︎ Cruella De Vil x SecretModelLover!AFAB!Reader- & eating out (Her, eating you out).

♥︎ Evil Queen x LadyInWaiting!Reader- & cunt warming (à la her headcanon from this: Ultimate NSFW HC Post )

♣︎ Lady Tremaine x StepDaughter!Reader- & semi-public sex (As a continuation to this: Disney Villains x Reader. Vol 2 )

♠︎ Human!Wheezy Weasel x AFAB!Reader- & dry humping / teasing.

Warnings (Colour coordinated): VERY HORNY!! Most warnings are in the plot section but for full disclosure, there is also much mention of cumming on Cruella's face, masturbation, mentions of poisoning people because Hilda told you to, step-scest, and Wheezy calls you 'baby girl'+'doll'.

Disney and Pixar Villains x Reader Smexcepts (Vol 1) is HERE and includes: Chick Hicks, Hades, Jafar and Ursula.

Cruella De Vil:

When Cruella said to you at work that you've been doing well lately- and you deserve a reward- you genuinely thought she meant a night out on the town. Or a raise! Sure, you were secret lovers but she had never done anything like this before so what could have clued you in?

Cruella was - is? - always selfish when it came to fucking, usually. Since you began this taboo tryst with your boss it was always you sucking her pretty cunt, you taking off your top so she can enjoy your breasts, you dressing in sexy things for her to come home to. So the fact that she was servicing you so thoroughly now, was a surprise.

A really, really pleasant surprise!

Her thin, painted lips grazing ever-so-gently over your glistening bare cunt - oh-so-turned on by this whole experience, - is a foreign feeling to you, having never been on the receiving end of pussy eating with her before. In fact, seeing her in the dining room chair - though not the ground, a fate you usually suffer through when tasting her, - while you sprawl out on the dining table with your knees up and feet set apart against the edges, is an odd look entirely. She almost looks submissive...

For a split second.

Then your lover smirks, reaching up to rub at one side of your cunt with her thumb and looking at it like its her dinner. It sends a shiver through your body, and you let your head lull back on you neck. "Ahhh... "

"Oh, darling. So lost already??... well, I suppose you should enjoy it. Who knows when- or if, I'll be feeling so generous, again."

When you don't respond, except to lay down on your back on the dining table instead of holding yourself up anymore, its only moments before you feel her perfect lips against you again.

This time with more force. Then her tongue licks sternly through your lips and she doesn't stop again. Sharp, black painted nails dig almost painfully into your thighs as she eats away at your weeping cunt. The feeling of her tongue digging in deeper then you expected has you raising up into her mouth, desperately trying not to rub your pussy against her face lest she- god forbid- stop. Its so hot, your orgasm is building at a record speed, ready to spill onto her face.

Oh- fuck- the thought. The image in your head of her over-the-top lipstick all over your pussy and inner thighs so you see it again when you shower later, and of your her pretty face covered in your creamy cum!-

In an embarrassingly short amount of time, Cruella's forceful tongue and the pictures in your head have you indeed squirting- all over the bottom half of her face. You push yourself up onto your elbows, to see, and just cant help yourself when you do-

From getting down into her lap and kissing your own creamy substance off her lips; Tongue rubbing against hers to steal your own flavour right off of her.

Evil Queen:

You would do anything for your queen- and you have done, for a long time. There's a reason you rose to become her head Lady, despite having absolutely no Nobel blood, or being born to any money. You didn't mind getting dirty, in more ways then one.

You were the Queen's errand-doer. You charmed nobility when it suited her, you slipped poisons into peoples wine when she asked you to, you kept her bed warm if she required it... you were loyal. And truth be told, you didn't mind doing any of it.

The Queen and you were rather likeminded in that way. In a lot of ways, truly. You became attached to one another in a way... far closer then most queens were with their lady servants. At least, you figured so.

Do most queens have their prettiest female attendants sit quietly under the desks while they did their mail? Did most queens have their prettiest female attendants use their mouth to keep their most private location lovely and warm while they worked?

Because that's what you did for your queen, among other things. And you really didn't mind... the taste of her royal cunt was divine. No wonder the King chose her over everyone else, you thought with a hum into her hot, leaking pussy.

"Now, now, Y/N... remember what I said... " She pipes up, looking slowly away from her works. With a perfect hand, unbelievably soft from the fancy hand creams she has specially imported, she collects your chin between her fingers and has you come off her with a pop! "Don't attempt to make me come for you until I'm finished... I'll let you know when I'm ready," She assures, a teasing smirk on her ruby red lips.

Obediently, you nod up at her- already missing the feel of her pussy in your mouth. The taste. Oh, your mouth actually waters, thinking about returning to it. "Of course, your highness."

"You're a good pet." She compliments, giving your hair a pat before returning to her paperwork. Likewise, you eagerly return to your work- placing your lips upon her slick entrance once more as if she's the finest delicacy. Which she is.

For a long time, you stay like that; Your mouth watering around her clit as you patiently keep her warm, and listening to the peaceful sound of her quill scrawling against parchment. Occasionally she'll give a hmm sound, or stroke your hair, too. Eventually you start to touch yourself when it becomes all too much- slipping 2 fingers under your skirts and stroking your own slit.

With the flavour of your Queen on your tongue and her soft skin beneath your lips you slip those fingers inside yourself- rubbing deliciously against your own gummy walls. You're not racing towards an orgasm, or even really intending to give yourself one - not unless your queen says you should, - , you're just enjoying yourself. Feeling full, and flooding into your own hand as you enjoy the circumstances you're in.

Lady Tremaine:

Once the safety of her skirts surround your kneeling form on the ground, you shift so you're almost cubby-holed between her legs- so you just have to lift up onto your knees a bit to connect your mouth to your beautiful, evil step mother's... princess parts. Unfortunately, they're confined by some plain cotton underwear, but that just means you get to tease her a little; And you're quite amenable to compromises like that.

Feather light, like you're only just doing this for the first time, like you're nervous and not aching to have your tongue rubbing inside her walls, you press kisses to the fabric. To her familiar, hot lips through the cotton. You can feel the warmth through it and its just too delicious- you start to tongue at the cotton, too, tasting what you can though the barrier. Its not long before you have the fabric sticking to her cunt.

She's a very repressed woman, and it doesn't take much to make her want you. This, you can definitely work with. You love your gorgeous, classy, repressed lover just the way she is.

At this point you reach up with your fingers and tug the garment down just enough to reveal her in full-glory; Glistening with wetness from what you've been doing to her.

Knowing that you two only have so long in the change room like this, soon enough an employee will come ask if you need help or worse your dumb-as-fuck step sisters will demand their mothers attention, you go ahead and put your mouth around her immediately. Sensually, with the neediness of a very dehydrated homeless person, you suck at her clit with your lips like you're exchanging last, passionate kisses with your lover who's going off to war- desperately, as if you would never taste it again. As if you wanted to commit the flavour to memory.

Soon enough your tongue gets involved, unable to help yourself. You start to make deep scooping motions through her folds, having to hold onto her legs to steady yourself. The rhythm you come to is fast but steady, drawing the older woman neatly to what is surely a mind-blowing orgasm. God- you love this.

You love to taste her, you love the feeling of her most delicate skin under your lips and your tongue, you love the knowledge that this is not the last time you will get to do this, you love how in a few precious minutes- you'll still be tasting her specific flavour on your tongue while she buys you and her 'other daughters' dresses for a ball and Anastasia and Drizella will be none the wiser.

When Tremaine finally comes, you manage to take the lions share of it in your mouth- then kiss and lick and suck the rest off her perfect thighs- purposefully leaving your spit on her private skin so she'll feel it while she walks. Then you leave one last sweet kiss to her pussy, fix her underwear for her and leave her skirts, getting up to your feet and smiling at her.

You share a moment of eye contact; Her looking absolutely unamused at you and your antics and you smirking because you know she loved it. She came on your face within minutes!- she's a very dirty woman and you both know it.

"Was that satisfactory, step mother? I do hope so~ "

"Quite. Now get dressed again in your regular clothes, and come meet us at the register. We have a lunch." Is all she says, cold and monotone like usual. It sends a shock of pleasure through your body, making you grin wider at her back as she leaves you.

Wheezy Weasel:

The others were all out, it would just be you and Wheezy in the house for the whole beautiful day- a fact that the two of you decide to take full advantage of.

Which is what lead you to here, laying back half on the bed with your feet on the ground and your arms held up over your eyes; Cheeks hot and feeling embarrassed. Your mean boyfriend is having a few good smokes at once like normal, though, standing up between your legs with a smirk. If it weren't for the fact that he was also rubbing his more-then-prepped cock torturously against your just-clothed pussy lips you could believe he was unbothered by your positions.

He's still got his pants on and you your underwear, so its not like anything truly nasty is going on- but it feels like you're doing the absolute lewdest thing imaginable. Something out of one of Greasy's 'books'.

Its all too much, hence your embarrassment. It feels so good, you want to sit up and pull him down against you, lose the pants and your underwear and have him sink right into you balls deep and hot- or at least move your hips back with him! But he wont let you, he says you're gonna lay there lookin' pretty until he's finished smoking, and his steely eyes pin you to the mattress. All you can do is hide your eyes the best you can and stretch your legs open wide for him.

"God... Wheezy, please!- " You whine, just considering lifting your hips into his terrible ministrations against you, and getting a sharp glare that you see when you peak at him.

"Don't you dare, babygirl. Damn, you're spoilt, huh? Thinkin' you can get anything you want... I'm havin' a smoke. You've just gotta wait until I'm finished-- how hard is that?"

"So, so hard... " God, this is bad. This is genuine torture. He's been doing this to you for close to 15 minutes now and all you can think about, all you want in the world right now, is his cock. To have him thrusting into your cunt until you cant take it anymore. Feel the delicious stretch, and grind... Not like this! This is true hell!

But no. All you have is his hard outline giving measured humps through your pussy lips, through the thin fabric of your panties. Yes, thin- but not thin enough. Not nearly enough!

And- he's chuckling. He's chuckling at you. You glare viciously at him for it and give him the finger. How dare he- this asshole- "Oh, now, that's not a nice face... you know, if we get into a fight I aint gonna fuck you anymore. This whole day'll be wasted and we wont get another opportunity like this for weeks- you want that?"

Sighing, you hide your eyes again. "No... "

"Didnt think so. Now, I'm gonna suck this last one dry and then we'll see what we can do about your poor little cunt, there. Stand by, doll... "

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh!-

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tag meme thing

I was tagged by @doebt. Thanks dude! ♥

Rules: tag 20 ppl you want to get to know better.

nicknames: rosemary; mag (it’s short for magatha).

star sign: aries

height: 5'9"

last thing googled: emasculate definition (it didn’t make sense to me bc effeminate (adj) and emasculate (verb) seem to mean similar things even tho they would appear to mean the opposite things anyway i just wanted to find out The Truth)

fave music artist: hmmm i think it’s still twenty one pilots (i would say the cure but i haven’t listened to all or even most of their music yet)

song stuck in my head: the kiss (by the cure) .

last movie watched: scott pilgrim vs. the world. my brother made me.

last tv show watched: man…. I don’t know…

what are you wearing right now: converse, corduroy pants i got from my brother’s room, a camp t-shirt, a heavy blue flannel. (i also have one side of my hair pinned back in a fake undercut. it’s a v gay look.)

when did you make your blog: June 2015

what kind of stuff do you post: uhh like fandom stuff (twenty one pilots, phan, other fandoms idk), aesthetic stuff (not one particular aesthetic for this blog but if i had to pick one it’d be garbagey memes), that gay shit, stuff i think is important/I’d like to remember, stuff i think is funny, other stuff… A Lot Of Stuff.

do you have any other blogs: YES I’m so glad for this question #spon um anyway - @idfk-ballet a half memey shit, half srs stuff ballet blog i run with my friend @calliope1264 - @athleticwlw a good blog i mod for! to appreciate athletic wlw. if you are an athletic wlw or like athletic wlw, pls follow! we also reblog general sapphic content. - @darkvioletss a blog for that sapphic and aesthetic content. - @hellagaygals more content for wlw! to appreciate our aesthetic, physical, and sexual attraction to other women. kinda nsfw (though there’s nothing too explicit). - @whiteshadowblaster my neko atsume sideblog!!

do you get asks regularly: not regularly but sometimes when things are particularly lit, or if i rb an ask prompt.

why did you choose your url: danisnotonfirevyou1 is a cool youtube channel that makes dnp edits and posts edited selections of dan’s livestreams. their channel name is sometimes abbreviated to dinofvyou1. josh dun is the drummer for twenty one pilots, a band that i really like. dinofvyou1 + dun = dinofvyoudun.

gender: female

hogwarts house: hufflepuff

pokemon team: team “those sad people who don’t play pokemon.”

favorite color: damn… I guess muted greens r always good.

average hours of sleep: 8.5 when i dont have my phone, 6 when i do (yikes).

lucky number: look man i have never known what the heck this “lucky number” thing is but my favorite number is 9.

favorite characters: uh. neville longbottom and luna lovegood from the harry potter books. ursula riggs from big mouth and ugly girl by joyce carol oates. and… umm ye that’s abt it i guess.

how many blankets do you sleep with: two. we’re in a poly relationship.

dream job: one time i dreamed that i was a mortician.

following: 1,016!!

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