A/N:

idk if this is the worst thing ever. like it kinda gets ridiculous. or this may be really cute? so...ummm... yeah.

this is based on this: post/118075153029/reginadiutopia-isaac-has-a-pen-and-pens-have

so idk how to write smut, and in this case it should be the kinky type

but i do know how to write words that may or may not go well together

so yeah, feel free to be inspired by this and write something better

it becomes better tho when you read this in the right way, so

cos what do we want? cruella and her #kinkforink

when do we want it? asap

any other details? this should be for sea devil or authella or both in one fic

Cruella likes ink,

the feel as it touches her skin

the smell, the dark color,

the way it flows through her skin

like it's blood,

sticky and yet it gives sensation

that makes her whole body shiver in glee

makes her arch in pleasure

something that is too perfect

only inhumane sounds can come of it

an animal thirst

waiting to be satisfied

she doesn't mind if it's natural or artificial ink

as long as it's gonna be poured to her like sugar or chocolate

all over her body,

and then all of it would be licked off her

or depending on the mood if that is too gross,

the ink can be wiped away using hands or tentacles,

all over her body

there's something about how ink gives life

it is used as food for humans when it comes from sea creatures

it serves as medium in giving birth to beautiful works of art

literature, paintings, murals

they can't exist without the power of ink

and she is fond of words bound in covers

with all the time spent on the attic, those words gave her life

and those words reaching its audience can only happen

because of this mighty sword, the ink

and she loves swords

"pour some ink on me, in the name of love"

she says, she pleads, she instructs, she commands,

she falls down, she lies there waiting

she doesn't need anything else,

she needs the ink

she wants the ink

she thirsts for the ink

and she's good to go

but she needs you with the ink

where's the fun in that

without a companion to revel with,

in all the ink

she needs you and the ink

and life can be devilishly delicious once again