#maid!reader

[moonyeyedstar]

Polished-Severus Snape x maid!reader (smut)

*18+*

*AI Audio Reading in Snape's voice pt1 and pt2 *

“Come in,” Severus opened the door.  

“Hello.  You booked maid services, requesting a deep clean?  Is that correct?”

“Yes,” Severus looked you up and down before heading towards the couch.

“Where would you like me to start?”

“Anywhere is fine, I will be staying in this evening so if I am in the way just tell me and I will move.”

“Okay, thank you,” you placed your supplies on the ground and dug through them.  You gave the living room a dust.  Severus watched you closely over his book, your skirt just barely covered your bum.

“And why is a pretty girl such as yourself working on Valentine’s Day?”  Severus asked, breaking the silence.

“I need the money,” you stood up and gave him a small smile.  “And why is a man as handsome as yourself all alone on Valentine’s Day,” you teased and your cheeks began to flush as you took in his appearance.  He was simple yet strong and alluring, a kind of attractiveness that was very rare to find.

“I am not alone, you are here,” he said simply.

“I am not an escort,” your voice was sharp.  Severus let his book fall on his lap and raised his arms to plead his innocence.

“I never thought you were, I was not implying that I am paying for your time for sexual pleasure, I am just bringing up the mere fact that you are here, as am I, so we are spending it together.  Why else would I book you on such a day if not to keep myself from being alone.”

“Well, I-”

“I know you are not a whore, I would never say you were, you are far too beautiful, if you wanted to spend the night and enjoy each other's bodies I would be more than happy to, but the money I pay you is just for your time to be in this home cleaning or whatnot so I can avoid one more day of being alone.  Is that alright with you?”

“Y-Yes,” you began to feel nervous, embarrassed at your stupid assumptions.

“Thank you, can I offer you anything?  You do not have to clean you are more than welcome to join me on the couch.”

“Maybe some wine please,” you placed your rag in the basket and made your way towards him.

“Red or white?”

“Red, please, thank you,” your heart was racing, you knew you needed a little bit of wine to take the edge off.

“I will be right back,” Snape got up to go fetch your drinks.

“Wait-”

“Hm?”

“Would you like me to get it?  Since you’re paying and all.”

“Never.  Sit and relax, enjoy yourself,” he had a playful smirk as he left.  You did as told, making yourself comfortable in the spot right next to his on the sofa.  You could not help but feel turned on, he was effortlessly sexy, his home darker but in a suggestive way, you could only imagine how many women he has fucked on this very sofa.

Severus returned with a heavy glass of red wine for you and a scotch for himself.  He handed it to you before sitting, you nodded in a thankful manner.  You sipped your wine and looked around the room, Snape’s eyes followed you.

“Something the matter?”  Severus asked after taking another sip of his scotch.

“You have lots of books,” you studied the shelves.

“I do, would you like one?”

“No that is okay, thank you,” you blushed and drank your wine, your body instantly relaxing and warming.  Wine always made your clit throb.

“I cannot believe they make you wear those uniforms,” he smiled teasingly.  He was beyond charming.

“Sorry.  Do I look bad?”

“No, I think it would be impossible for you to ever look bad,” he finished his glass and you moved closer to him.  He raised his eyebrows from your gesture.  “Yes?”

“I want you, you don’t have to pay me for the night, but I want you,” you blushed deeply, a slight sweat beading on your forehead from the wine and his roaring fire.  A smirk spread across his face and he pulled you onto his lap before pulling you into a kiss.  You straddled him, your skirt riding up your thighs.  Severus’s hands gripped your thighs as you deepened the kiss.  Your panties were soaked.

“Oh Severus,” you moaned into the kiss, rocking your hips on his.  Severus’s cock began to twitch in his trousers against you.  The sensation only made your desire grow.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said against your lips as he laid you down across the sofa before appearing on top of you.

“Please don’t stop, please fuck me,” you whimpered and slipped your hands under his shirt.

“Your wish is my command,” he smirked and flipped your skirt up before ridding you of your soaked panties.  “Look how wet you are, did you come here like this or is this all for me?”

“You, I have never met a man quite as attractive as yourself,” you smiled sheepishly.

“Oh you flatter me,” he teased and tossed your panties to the side.  “You will clean that later,” he joked before kissing you again.  You eagerly grasped his face and deepened the kiss.  Severus did not skip a beat as he undid his trousers and freed his length, pumping himself in his hands a few times, pulling his foreskin all the way back and teasing his tip before reaching for the baby oil in the drawer of the table by the side.  He lathered himself in the oil before slipping inside your slick cunt with ease.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned and winced at the stretch from his impressive size.  “You are so big.”

“Mmhm,” he smirked into the kiss and grasped your hips to keep you close.  His pace was slow but he carried much force with each thrust, hitting your cervix each time.

“Oh fucking hell,” you cried out as he trailed his kisses to your jaw, nibbling up to your earlobe before kissing down your neck.  You trembled under his touch, no man has ever made you feel so good.

“You take me so well, maybe you are a whore,” Severus teased, smirking against your skin sending goosebumps over every inch of your skin.

“Just for you,” you moaned whilst your hips bucked to meet his with each heavy thrust.

“Christ,” he growled, you had an effect on him like no other.  He sent a hand to rub rough circles on your clit.

“Oh god!”  You cried out as your toes curled.  Your thighs began to shake around him, you were so close.

“How does that feel, beautiful?”  Severus looked up to watch your face as he worked to make you finish around him.

“S-So good,” you moaned and he began to rub faster circles.  His free hand slid under your shirt and massaged your tits roughly sending you over the edge.  “Oh, Jesus fuck!”  Your entire body shook as you came around him.  Your walls tightened to such a degree that you sent his hot seed shooting into you instantly.

“Motherfucker,” he cried out from his unexpected orgasm as he did his best to rock his hips allowing you to both finish.  Your tight walls milked his cock, every last drop filled up right against your cervix.  Severus leaned against the armrest as you lay panting.  He covered the two of you with a blanket as you caught your breath.  You dozed off not waking until the next morning.  Severus had made sure to sneak your pay in your pocket the night before along with a note.

Thank you for tidying my home, if you would like to meet again for a proper dinner my telephone number is attached below.  Thank you for last night, I hope you enjoyed your Valentine’s Day as much as I did.

I hope we meet again, 

Severus Snape xx

You clutched the letter and couldn’t help but smile to yourself.  What a night.

[rafey-baby]

trinket

rafe thinks his maid is just the sweetest little thing...  

prince!rafe x maid!reader 

c/w: rafe being a menace, him flirting (?) w her, some royal cameron family angst ig, brief descriptions of him having sex w another woman, 18+ mdni!

wc: 2.3k

also this is by no means historically accurate which is why i’m not gonna name any specific era for this xx

moodboard & introduction

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Every mid-December, the palace comes alive in an entirely novel way with the bustling preparations for the annual winter ball that the king and queen host to celebrate ‘another wonderful year’.

The once quiet and calm castle transforms into something colorful and vivid with the mouthwatering smell of cakes and pastries cooking in the ovens of the royal kitchen, along with maids and other servants whirling around the long hallways as they place intricate decorations and shiny ribbons all over the broad staircases and windows. 

She’s grateful she doesn’t have to partake in the hustle and bustle all that much since her primary duties include taking care of the prince and ensuring he has everything and anything he could possibly need.  

Although right now, she sort of wishes she could be stringing up polished ornaments or garnishing elegant baked goods because apparently, being the prince’s personal maid sometimes means sitting quietly in his bedchambers (as per his request to keep him company while he’s reading) with her own thoughts and the sounds outside the door her only source of entertainment.  

Therefore, she’s elated when he suddenly turns to face her in his armchair— flitting his eyes over to her from the hefty book that seems to have made him exasperated rather than enthralled.  

“Will you join me for a walk? All this noise is makin’ m’head hurt.”

There’s enthusiasm in the nod of her head; a yearning to see the fresh layer of snow covering the trees and painting the entire kingdom with its powdery whiteness— the aftermath of last night’s blizzard. She doesn’t think there’s anything more beautiful than the crystalline snowfall glittering under the touch of the afternoon sun— or maybe a certain pair of aquamarine eyes, but that’s beside the point.  

“That would be my pleasure, Your Highness,” she easily agrees. 

“How many times do I have to tell you how much I despise that name? There’s no need to use it when s’just me,” he scolds her before he’s straightening up and stretching out his arms over his head. 

“My apologies, it’s a habit,” she rises to her feet as well; trying her hardest not to let her eyes linger on the sliver of his stomach peeking out from underneath the silky fabric of his shirt. 

“I don’t want your apologies, want you to use my name,” he says before stepping closer— standing tall before her and forcing her to blink up at him in order to meet his eyes. “Go on, sweetheart, say it,” he practically orders; eager eyes fixed on her face.  

She hesitates under the sudden attention. He’s always seemed so fascinated by her and she doesn’t know why.  

“Um…Rafe.”  

He lets out a hum of approval. “That’s good. You ready to leave?” 

“Y— yes, uh, Rafe.”  

“Good job. Not so difficult, is it?” he coos at her almost mockingly— fingertips grazing the skin of her cheek when he tucks a loose tendril of hair back behind her ear. 

She merely shakes her head— a warmth dusting over the apples of her cheeks when his touch lingers on the side of her face afterwards. And for a moment, she thinks she’s going to drown in the lagoons of his eyes, but then he clears his throat and offers the palm of his hand for her to take.  

And it’s rather unusual for someone of his status to do; a prince who’s bound to wear the crown one day holding his maid’s hand isn’t exactly something that’s written in any book regarding the royal etiquette. However, he’s never been one to allow for dreadful rules and traditions to dictate his behavior, especially not towards her.  

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“Are you looking forward to the winter ball?” she asks when they stop by the stables to check up on his horse, Jupiter.  

“You know I hate dancin’,” he mutters out as he watches its teeth grind on the carrot he brought with him.  

She smiles because she does know, before letting out a wistful sigh. “I wish I could attend.”

“You do? Why?” he’s perplexed by her enthusiasm towards something he considers as more tedious than anything— having to plaster on a smile for an entire night and socialize with people he doesn’t necessarily care for in order to humor his father never being something he’s particularly taken delight in.  

Especially when Sarah is going to be the one receiving all of their father’s attention anyway. Not that he cares (he does) but he would appreciate it, if for once in his life, his old man would show him even an ounce of the care he seems to so easily shower his sisters in.  

“Well, I’d love to wear a ball gown, but mostly for the food,” her feather-light voice brings him back to the moment.  

“I’ll make sure to bring you a plate ‘n you can eat it in my room then, yeah?” he promises as he runs his fingers through Jupiter’s black main.  

“You would do that?”  

“If you promise not to tell the other maids or they’re gonna accuse you of gettin’ special treatment,” his tone is playful. 

“They already do that,” she points out. “They think we spend too much time together.” 

“And what do you think?” he asks, genuinely curious. 

“I don’t mind. I quite enjoy your company,” she answers truthfully. After all, she has grown quite fond of Rafe throughout the years. Sometimes she just wishes he wasn’t so overwhelming, in every sense of the word. 

“Yeah?” a smirk pulls at the side of his mouth, seemingly pleased with her answer. 

She’s certain he’s well aware of the effect he has on her— the effect he has on everyone. And she thinks that he enjoys it; relishes in toying with her for his own amusement simply because he can. He can practically do anything he wants since his father is oftentimes gone for long periods of time; fulfilling his duties for the kingdom and whatnot.  

And she knows Rafe doesn’t particularly mind the fact that his father is rarely home because he’s always been hard on him, much harder than on his sisters because whether he likes it or not, he’s set off to be the new king one day. And his reputation of having female guests over more often than not whenever his father is away doesn’t necessarily help with gaining his approval.

After all, rumor travels fast around the palace.  

Rafe once admitted to her that he often felt like a disappointment, and that the pressure of everyone’s expectations sometimes made him wish he was nothing more than a stableman. After all, he does get along with horses better than he ever has with his family— it’s not exactly a secret amongst the royal court.  

“Would you wanna go for a ride with me? Think Jupiter’s gettin’ bored,” he suddenly asks.  

“Oh, I would love to but I’ve never, um, ridden a horse before,” she timidly admits. 

“No? You wanna know how it feels? You could jus’ sit behind me, don’t need to do anythin’, yeah?” he coaxes her to say yes with a seemingly sincere smile; already walking Jupiter out of its stable and leaving her no choice but to follow them outside.   

“Really?” the frosty air causes a shiver to crawl up her spine when she eyes him, hesitant.  

“Mhm. Promise nothing’s gonna happen, I’ll take care of you. ‘N I know you’ll like it, s’very freeing,” he assures her as he’s already saddling up the horse, seemingly aware that she could never refuse him of anything.  

“Okay...if you insist,” she tentatively agrees with a nod that he rewards with a beaming grin; the icy snowflakes sticking to his hair making him look like something straight out of a fairy tale.  

Then, he’s lifting her up to straddle the entirely too big of an animal that sort of still scares her— strong hands gripping onto her hips and leaving her momentarily starstruck at how effortlessly he does it; as if she weighs nothing more than the carrot Jupiter was just chewing on.  

He follows soon after, settling down in front of her with ease before looking at her over his shoulder. “Need you to hold onto me unless you wanna fall,” he instructs, seemingly reveling in the fact that he gets to be the one teaching her something new.  

“Oh, yeah, of course,” she says, gingerly setting her hands on his waist, movements uncertain.  

“Gonna need you to hold on tighter, promise I won’t bite,” he huffs out a laugh before he’s grabbing her arms and wrapping them around his middle more firmly— forcing her to fully lean against his back when the sudden clip-clopping of Jupiter’s hooves against the snow-covered cobblestone causes her to let out a surprised shriek.   

“Good?” he asks, seemingly amused at the way she’s practically clutching onto him as the cottony snow prances around them. 

She manages out a hum, wondering if he can hear her poor heart loudly thumping in her ribcage when he decides to pick up the speed some more, as if she wasn’t already terrified.  

“Rafe! Can you slow down?” she squeaks out when Jupiter seems to only accelerate further underneath them.  

“Where’s the fun in that?” he lets out a hearty chuckle in response, apparently finding amusement in her utterly frightened state while she wonders why she let herself think for even one second that he had pure intentions.  

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“Y/N? Will you go look for my son? I fear he’s once again escaped his responsibilities to God knows where,” the king requests with an exasperated sigh while she’s crouching down and helping a servant clean up the sharp pieces of a shattered wine glass— the sound of laughter and dancing flourishing around them. 

And she could swear she saw Rafe conversing with a guest only a few short moments ago. However, as she looks around in an attempt to locate the missing prince, he’s nowhere to be found.  

“Right away, Your Majesty,” she’s quick to answer with a polite smile.  

“Thank you,” he nods gratefully, seemingly fed up with his son already.  

She ensures that the poor girl who accidentally cut her finger on the broken shards is not going to faint before tiptoeing up the broad flight of stairs in order to reach the higher levels of the palace— the loud music and blooming celebrations echoing around the halls. 

“Your Highness? Are you in there?” she knocks softly on the mahogany door leading to his bedroom.  

However, she isn’t granted a response. 

“Rafe?” she tries once more before pressing her ear against the wood separating her from the muffled sounds she can now hear from the other side— brows furrowing when something akin to a whimper reaches her ears.

It sounds nothing like Rafe; it has a higher pitch, something more feminine than his usual drawl. And as she stands there, contemplating whether something is wrong or if she should just leave, the volume only amplifies.

And in a moment of cloudy judgement, she finds herself pushing down on the handle.

However, she curses her curiosity the moment the door cracks open and she’s faced with the view of some woman’s naked back. Her long, beautiful hair reminds her of lady Lydia (a daughter of one of the dukes invited to the ball) with none other than the prince himself underneath her sweaty form.  

The sheets that she changed this morning are crumpled and creased around them and without the barrier of the door, she can now hear Rafe’s low grunts as well— can see how his big hands guide her movements. And they’re both panting heavily, seemingly lost in some haze— maybe the same one that forces her to stay rooted to her spot in the doorway.  

With her eyes as wide as saucers and mouth parted, she’s not entirely sure how long she stands there for. Until out of the blue, she notices Rafe’s eyes flickering over to her— a smirk tugging at his mouth when he catches her staring. 

She tries to move her legs but they won’t listen; making his lazy grin only grow in tandem with his strained groans that seem to only increase in volume as he locks his eyes with her.  

And she can’t breathe; the air clogging her lungs instead of flowing through as her dazed mind tries to get her to do something, anything to get her to leave the room but his heady gaze seems to have hypnotized her— compelled her to stay right where she is.  

All at once, a gravelly noise rumbles from his chest— his head dropping against the cushion of his fluffy pillows, seemingly reaching some sort of a peak in his search for pleasure as the woman above him begins to slow down her movements. And that’s when she’s finally able to step away; shutting the door behind her before scurrying down the stairs with bated breaths and heart pounding in her ears.

When she reaches the bottom, she accidentally stumbles into someone holding a golden serving tray— causing it to topple over to the floor with a loud clatter. 

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes before her wobbly legs are scrambling off in an attempt to locate the nearest escape route to the garden.  

And once she’s managed to make it outdoors, she feels like she can finally breathe— the crisp December wind granting her heated skin an opportunity to cool down as she sits down on one of the wooden benches with a sigh.

[gremlingottoosilly]

König x maid/housekeeper!Reader who tries to quit or resign because they don’t need the job anymore

It's adorable, really, the way you still think this is about working. The way you squirm and curl into yourself, trying your best to hide your body from his grasp - like he would ever just let you escape. Konig pushes his lips up, kissing away all the angry tears that you let flow down your face as you were whimpering something incoherent, something about finally quitting and leaving his sorry ass. You're adorably stupid, and he grabs a handful of your hair to tug you closer, pressing his tongue between your lips. Suck on your lower lip, lap at your mouth like the hungry old dog he is - zero technique, but still very passionate, doing it solely for the love of the game. He won't take kindly to you trying to get away from him - to you acting like you have free will and the ability to do things on your own. It's adorable, really, but he still doesn't believe you're actually going to leave. He is paying you, far more than what you're worth - he doesn't care if you don't need the job anymore or if you want to start a new life somewhere. He is already got you your own room at his house, prepared tons of little gifts for Christmas, and got a two weeks to leave, so he could drag you to whatever warm country doesn't give him flashbacks, so he could enjoy fucking his favorite girl on an expensive sandy beach and give the two of you a little vacation. Oh, what's this? You really don't want to be with him anymore? Well, that's just too bad, isn't it? He is going to be a bit angry, a little disappointed, but it's not like he is actually going to care all that much. There isn't a problem that can't be solved by breaking your pretty legs and forcing his cock in your wet pussy until he fucked away all of your silly desire to leave. He is a master in persuasion, after all. Even if said persuasion tactics would mean fucking you in his basement and locking you up like a piece of precious cargo, until you're fully committed to being his dumb pretty wife.

[kotton-kandy953]

❏ 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐘 !

➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ! (𝟐/𝟐)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 love interest ꒱ . . . yandere ! master ! venti x fem ! maid ! reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 format ꒱ . . . oneshot

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 warnings ꒱ . . . blood, cult-ish behavior, idolatry, murder, obsessive themes, possible inaccuracies in cults, stalking, yandere themes

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 synopsis ꒱ . . . after becoming a maid for venti, you begin to notice his presence around you 24/7. It doesn’t bother you that much, but it does make one particular person’s blood boil…

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 authors note ꒱ . . . I wasn’t sure if I could put modern devices like cameras and computers in this fic, but oh well.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 word count ꒱ . . . 4.5k (I went a bit overboard oopsies)

“It’s 3am already…?”

Venti muttered, resting his face in his free hand while his occupied one clicks his mouse again. His teal eyes struggled to stay awake.

“I could’ve sworn it was 9pm just 10 minutes ago…” he pouts then clicks the mouse again.

Just what is so fascinating about his computer that it has him up this early in the morning? Well, I’m glad you asked.

Venti was looking at his live security footage that covers the whole mansion and the surrounding woods. Yet with all of those cameras he couldn’t get himself to exit the footage of the cameras set in your bedroom.

Archons, what are you doing to me… he thought. But he couldn’t help it. Not when you looked so… divine, so ethereal when you were asleep. So perfect.

The subtle rise and fall of your chest and the peaceful, serene look on your beautiful face drove him mad.

He wondered what you were dreaming about… were you dreaming of him? Were you dreaming at all? Oh, how he longs to know…

“She’s so beautiful… like a goddess. My goddess.”

You could’ve slept in all morning if it weren’t for a certain someone waking you up at 6am.

“Get up, Y/n! We have chores to do this morning!” Maria said sternly as she yanked the covers off your tired body.

“Leave me alone…” you sleepily murmured while yanking the covers back onto yourself.

She rolled her eyes at your disobedience, “Ugh, Lord Barbatos said that I’m basically responsible for making sure that you do your work. And that includes waking up in the morning! Now… get up!”

Maria attempted to pull you off the bed but only left you dangling upside down off the mattress, the white sheets are now a mess to be cleaned up later.

“When did he ever say that?—“ You fell off the bed, head first on the hard, carpeted, floor beneath you. “-Ow!”

She stifled a snicker while watching you you scramble back up to your feet, “He told me yesterday. Yesterday when you were off doing something in the next room over.”

She gestured over to your bed with the sheets hanging down off the side, “Now go make up your bed and get in your uniform.”

“It wasn’t me who messed up the covers!” You pointed at the bed.

“Well I didn’t sleep in it last night, now did I?”

Maria left your room shortly after you had made up the bed, leaving you to get dressed and get your things ready.

You were walking down the hallway to help prepare breakfast when you caught sight of Venti in the corner of your eye. Of course, you were just about to greet him, but he seems to have beat you to it. Coming up behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist.

Your body stiffened, completely surprised my his sudden displays of affection. but your muscles relaxed when you remembered that you’d begin to notice the master of this mansion becoming a bit… touchy and clingy towards you for the past few — few days?

Wait, how long have I been here again?

Your first day here was yesterday, correct? Then why does that feel so long ago? Maybe you just can’t remember the time in between. It seems Maria remembers — but this isn’t important right now.

Giggling quietly, he leans in close to your ear, “Good morning my favorite follower.” His voice dropped to a whisper, “how’d you sleep last night, hm?”

His hot breath against your ear made a chill run down your spine. It wasn’t a negative reaction, really, more of an uncomfortable one. You couldn’t think straight with him this close to you, and your mind went blank. He took notice of your change of demeanor and a smile tugged on the corners on his lips.

“Good morning… Venti,” you said slowly, cautiously, as if you had forgotten how to speak for a moment.

He hummed in curiously at your tone and loosened his grip on you until he let go completely. Well, he let go of you because he heard the quiet footsteps of someone walking nearby.

“Oh? What’s with that tone, Cecilia?”

He walked over in front of you and leaned in a bit close to your face, his voice teasing, “You still a bit tired?”

The color rose to your cheeks when you thought, Is he flirting with me? He has to be flirting with me.

You cleared your throat, “Ah- ahem… No, no I’m fine, Venti. Im Just… I’m just thinking of something.”

“Oh really, now?” While his right hand he lifted yours and kissed the back of your knuckles, while the other caressed the side of your face.

A playful smile formed on his pretty face, “Have a nice day, my devoted follower.”

And he walked away.

You watched him walk down the hallway before you- Wait a second… what’s this on my ear?

You gingerly touched your right ear and felt something and grabbed it. Your face lit up when you brought it into your view. It was a beautiful white flower.

A Cecilia.

As you were staring in awe at the beautiful white flower, you wondered if he had given you the one from his hair. Maybe I should ask the next time I see him…

“What’s that?” Asked an all-too familiar voice from behind you. Maria. When did she even get here!?

When you looked behind you, you had noticed her peering over your shoulder and at the flower in your hand.

“A flower…” you muttered.

“Where’d you get it?” She asked. But she already knew the answer to that question. Maria knew everything about Venti, especially what he loves.

“I got it from Venti,” you looked over at her then back down at the pretty flower and putting it back where it was behind your ear.

She only hummed in response, brushing past you to go eat breakfast downstairs. She muttered something else but you couldn’t quite catch it. You didn’t care anyways.

You decided it’d be best if you were to just head downstairs anyway.

Walking by, you passed another maid, whom you don’t know the name of, carrying a tray of food. For Venti… you thought.

You stared at her until she disappeared past the corner. For some strange reason, you wished it was you bringing that food up to him.

Was it… jealously that you felt? No, it couldn’t be. You’re not jealous. I’m not jealous. You forcibly pushed those thoughts to the back of your head and continued to make your way to the kitchen.

When breakfast was over, you were wiping the counters in the kitchen. You heard footsteps approaching you but you assumed it was another maid coming down stairs. Turning around, you ask, “Hey, have you seen Mari-“ but you were cut off by a finger being brought up to your lips.

It was… a different maid. One you haven’t seen before. Her long, black hair stopped at her waist and her light grey eyes stared into yours in fear.

“Shh… keep. Your voice. Down.” Her eyes narrowed at you, then looked over to the security camera in the corner of the room.

“Wh- what? What’s going on!?” You whispered a bit too loud for her liking.

“Did… did he give you that flower?” She pointed at the Cecilia in your hair.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. What’s with everyone and this silly flower? “Ye- yes? What about it?”

She only sighed, “My prayers to Barb- the Archons go out to you…” You would’ve said something about her hesitation of saying “Barbatos,” but before you could open your mouth she was already gone.

Your hand came up to gingerly caress the delicate flower, what could possibly be the hidden meaning behind this flower? When turning around to walk back upstairs you saw Venti. Again. It’s — it’s almost like he’s everywhere.

Is he following me or what?

“Oh,” he blinked in surprise, his face them forming into a small smile. “Did I scare you again? You’re so jumpy, Y/n!”

You laughed nervously and rubbed your arm, “Yeah… guess so.”

“Do you like apples, my pretty flower?” He asks rather suddenly and… and it actually catches you off guard. What do apples have to to with anything?

You blink in bewilderment, “Uh… yeah. Sure, they’re good.”

With a little laugh, Venti reaches over the kitchen counter and grabs a bright red apple from the bowl of assorted fruits.

As he took a bit of the delicious, red apple, he stared at you the entire time. He found enjoyment in your uncomfortable demeanor.

Before you knew it, he had walked away. Red colored your cheeks, but you knew it was wrong to be attracted to Venti, a god.

Finally upstairs again, you look everywhere for Maria. You asked every maid you came across and checked every room you passed. Why are you even looking for her, you ask? Well, you forgot where the library was and today was your turn to clean it… or was that yesterday?

It took you a good 20 minutes before you finally found her. She was in her “own bedroom” sitting and praying on her bed. Not wanting to interrupt her, you tried to walk past her room undetected but she inevitably caught you in the end.

“You could’ve came in,” she said, a bit more calm than she usually is. When her eyes landed on the flower in her hair you could almost see her eye twitch in an emotion you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“I- I didn’t know if I…” you scrapped that sentence and started over, “have you been avoiding me?”

“Avoiding you?” She scoffed, “For what?”

“I don’t know, it just… it seems you just ran away after you saw me with Venti’s flower in my hair. And I got lost trying to find the library.”

A sigh escaped her lips, “I’m not avoiding you. I just… those are just his favorite flowers.”

“Speaking of which, how do you even get the Cecilia’s when we’re surrounded by wood? I can’t remember where in Mondstadt they grow… but I would imagine it’d be nowhere near here, correct?”

“I’m not sure how he gets them, but Lord Barbatos can do anything! Yet still, I would love to leave the borders of his Mansion and find out what would happen to me if I wandered too far in those fascinating woods.”

“But if you leave… you’ll die. You’re the one who told me that.”

“I’m aware. And so what?”

“So what?” You echoed.

Maria’s eyes look up to the ceiling as she rests her hands on either side of her reddening face, “I’d let my god do whatever he wants with me, for I am only a vessel whose only purpose is to worship and serve him.”

She diverted her eyes to yours, your skin going pale, “And if that means dying, well, so be it!”

Maria was a bit… strange… that you knew. But you never would’ve guessed that she was fucking insane!

“So you’re telling me…” She can’t be… but it fits together all too well, “You’re in love… with Barbatos…?”

“Barbatos…” this is the first time you’ve actually referred to him as such that wasn’t in a mocking way. Maybe she is rubbing off on you…

Her dark eyes jolted to the ground and her hands on her face moved to cover her eyes.

“Shut up, Y/n! Just- just shut the hell up!” She snapped. Did you… finally get her to break?

“So what if I am!? What if I am in love with my ultimate creator, huh!? He was in love with me first anyway! But you’re taking that away from me too, yeah?”

You blink in bewilderment. What did she just say? “He was in love with me first?”

Love… Venti… Venti loves me? You wanted to laugh but could only say, “I never took anything away from you, what are you even going on ab—“

“-oh don’t you try to play dumb with me you- ugh! I see the way he looks at you. The- the way his hands are always all over you…! You enjoy that don’t you, Y/n? You enjoy watching me seethe with anger as he gifts you the same flower he once put in my hair.” You could see the tears welling up in her dark-brown eyes, but she fought them back, “You just hate me, don’t you?”

Is that what that flower meant? You are Venti’s current obsession love?

And is that what she really thought of you? That you were taking the “love of her life” away from her? You were taking her place as Venti’s fixation.

She cannot be fucking serious right now…

She’s jealous of you. Well, more so of Venti’s obsession with you that she believes you caused. But in reality, you have zero control over who he falls in love with.

“You’re crazy- this is crazy!” You exclaimed, raising your voice.

“It’s crazy to be in love with the man who’s been protecting me and the rest of us for all this time? To envy those who receive all of his time and affection, leaving none for me… I- I’m not ashamed to be in love with Barbatos, I am a loyal follower of him, my god.”

“That’s why you call him ‘Lord Barbatos,’ right?”

Maria was going to say something but but her lip, deciding that was the best thing to do anyway. She rushed out the room, brushing against you on her way out. She muttered something that you couldn’t exactly hear but it was along the lines of, “Lord help me…”

Still not knowing where the library is, you aimlessly walk around the Mansion until you’re standing right in front of his door. It was wide open and you could tell he wasn’t in there.

Maybe… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have a little peak, is what you would’ve said if you didn’t care about your life.

Nonetheless, you walk in there anyway.

You immediately notice his desk he was sitting at when you first came in here some days ago. On it was an empty glass that smelled vaguely of… apples? Apple cider? What’s with him and apples and flowers…?

You walked around his bedroom and curiously searched through his items. Walking around his bed, you felt your foot hit something and you paused. Kneeling down, you found a box and a calendar.

This is very… random… you thought while looking through the calendar.

You flipped through the pages until you found when the checked off X’s ended. That must be today… you thought. But on today’s box on the calendar, there was a star.

Strange.

Looking over the boxes again, you noticed one that said “Y/n’s first day…” two days ago? If I got here two days ago… why can’t I remember yesterday?

Before you drove yourself mad with questions, you put the calendar aside and opened the pretty heavy cardboard box. Inside it were different flies titled with the names of each of the maids here.

You were just about to reach for Maria’s when you stopped yourself and grabbed yours. You couldn’t remember anything about you and who can blame you for being curious?

Opening your file, the first page was an image of you. But… it seemed like an off-guard photo. How exactly did he get this photo? I wish I could fucking remember…

The next was… more… photos of you. From what you could tell from the images, you lived alone and worked in an office.

“This is so weird…”

You felt uncomfortable but even more curious, so you flipped to the next page. On it seemed to be his handwriting which wasn’t the neatest so it took your a bit to read it all. Basically, you’re a Fontainian detective investigating a case about missing women in Mondstadt in between the ages of 19-22.

Your blood ran cold. “Fontaine… Fontaine… where is Fontaine…” you muttered, desperately trying to remember the layout of the Teyvat map but you just couldn’t. Is that why you’re in Mondstadt? You’ve just assumed that you’re from here this whole time. It never dawned on you that you are actually from Fontaine, and a detective at that.

Your eyes widened in fear when you flipped to the next page and it was multiple photos of you sleeping. You don’t recognize the room so you assume it was before you lost your memory. Deciding that was enough information for today, you go over what you just found out in your head.

“So… so… I’m a detective that was investigating a case of missing women that just so happens to match my exact situation. So I must’ve moved to Mondstadt from Fontaine then was abducted a little bit after that?”

Gingerly, you put the file back where it went then pulled out Maria’s. You could tell hers was missing a lot of papers, but your attention was taken away by a small pill bottle hidden in the box.

Taking a look at the pill bottle, you read its label. ‘Made in Fontaine.’ How funny.

The bottle was almost empty and the big bold letters under the side affects said, ‘MASS CONSUMPTION OF THIS DRUG MAY CAUSE DISTORTION OF TIME AND MEMORY LOSS.’

Is that why you can’t remember yesterday? Or that it feels like you’ve been here for weeks?

Opening Maria’s file again, her words from part one come back to you when you asked her how long she’s been here, “About 6 months, but it only feels like a few weeks… oh, how the time flies by…”

Looking at the bottom of her file, she’s only been here for a bit less that two weeks. Every other maids’ has the same date. Except for you.

Did he kidnap you because you almost caught him? Were you so good of a detective that even an Archon was scared of what you could uncover? Or was it something else? Was it because he was obsessed with you?

You froze when you heard footsteps approaching the room. Then you realized — you had found all of this stuff way too easily.

Quickly packing everything up and shoving it under your bed, you run out of his room, almost running into another maid in the process. It was the dark haired one from the kitchen.

Her eyes widened in shock when she saw you, “What the hell were you doing in there!?”

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. You were too shaken up. “I- I… sorry. I gotta go,” you ran past her.

I need to get to my room immediately!! You thought, not realizing that the sun has almost set all the way.

Finally reaching your room, you panted. Conflicting emotions running through your frazzled mind. Holding your hands to your chest, you closed your eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

“What have you been up to, Y/n?” A familiar voice rang out. Opening your eyes, there Venti was, standing right in front of you. He had a smile on his face, yet there was a look in his eyes that scared you.

“Y/n…“ he’s barely ever called me by my first name… when he took a step closer to you, you reached for the door handle.

He tilted his head to the side his smile faltering, “What’s wrong, Y/n? You seem so shaken up…” When he came even closer to you, you would’ve opened the door but his hand on your wrist stopped him.

Your eyes glanced to the window behind him, it was nighttime.

“Trust me, my flower,” he caresses your hair, “you do not want to go out there.”

The second he moved his hand off your wrist, you swung the door open and fell to the ground. Rubbing the back of your head in pain, you felt something strangely warm and wet on your other hand.

But when you looked down, you saw not only your bloody hand, but Maria.

Maria with multiple stab wounds to her chest and her throat slit open. She lay on the ground above a pool of blood. Petrified, you screamed and backed away from the corpse. Tears pricked in your (e/c) eyes as you watched him grow closer to you, his hand in his pocket.

“G- get the fuck away from me, you- you murderer!” You shrieked, the tears in your eyes finally rolling down your cheeks. You struggled to get up to your feet as you ran down the stairs, your breaths coming in short and your head throbbing.

Once you finally reached the end of the staircase, your movement was already limited due to the tight dress, so you lost your footing and tripped over something.

Your head hit the ground so hard to felt dizzy, but it’s not the time to be worrying about that. When you caught sight of what you had tripped over, you screamed in absolute terror. She was yet another deceased maid.

It was the dark haired woman from the kitchen and saw after you had left his bedroom. She had an axe in her skull, the blood pooling around her head stained my face due to the fall.

After struggling to get up off the ground, you noticed the flower had fell out of your head. You ran, looking help in any room. And wherever you looked it was either another dead body or bloodstained walls, D- don’t tell me he’s killed everyone!! You panicked.

Just when you thought you had lost him, there was his painfully playful voice, “Haha, you can run, but you can’t hide! I’ll always find you!”

Your heart rate sped up and you panicked, tears streamed down your face as you wiped them away, along with the blood of your coworkers.

The next thing you knew, you were running into the first bedroom you saw. You didn’t think it was stupid at the time, but you hid under the bed. The closest was too small to fit in.

You cupped your hand over your mouth as you heated his approaching footsteps.

“Oh, where could you be hiding, my flower?” He sang. You heard him walk right past the room and the next one. Nevertheless, you stayed silent.

It was all too perfect.

You weren’t expecting to be dragged out from under the bed by your ankles, you screamed and cried at he did so. You knew it was all too good to be true.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t know where my favorite maid would go running off to? I am a god after all.”

Your bottom lip quivered and your body trembled in fear beneath him, “Aw… that fearful look on your face is just adorable…”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small white cloth. Without giving you time to react, he had already pressed it against your nose and mouth. And you blacked out.

You woke up again in an all too familiar room — his bedroom. You sat up quickly, your head aching in pain, but you didn’t give a fuck.

You tried tried moving your arms but they were handcuffed to the bedposts. Beginning to panic, you screamed, “V- Venti! Venti, please… don’t do this!”

You began crying, your tears falling into your lap. It was until a few moments later when you heard a soft tune being played… right next to you?

Opening your eyes, you saw Venti. He had that same damn smile on his face as he stared to you with a look in his eyes that resembled love… but you knew that wasn’t it. If he truly loved me, he wouldn’t have kidnapped me and brought me here.

He was holding his lyre in his hands which also had a decorative Cecilia flower on it. He played a peaceful song on it — a complete contrast to the blood stains on his clothes.

The crimson stained his pale fingers that played the delicate strings of the brown lyre.

Your eyes widened in fear as you stared at him, the tears continuing to rolling down your face. You tried to speak, but every time you opened your mouth nothing came out.

When his song was over, the man set the lyre to the side and wiped some of the blood from off his face with the back of his palm. “Oh, you just love to cry don’t you, my precious Cecilia…” he pouted mockingly, reaching out a hand to caress your flushed, tear-stained face.

Leaning in impossibly closer, Venti pressed his lips against yours in quite a forceful kiss. You wanted to jerk you head away from his touch, to scream, to run away. But you couldn’t… not right now you can’t.

When he pulled away from the kiss he stared at you with a blank expression, “You know too much, Y/n…” He laughed, a bit less playful and a more hysteric. “You’re so lucky I didn’t get rid of you like the rest of them…”

He smiled, “I only kept you because I love you—“

“-Were you in love with Maria? Before me?” You asked, this question has been bugging you since her outburst and you need to know immediately.

Venti froze, his hands on your face falling to his sides. He repeated your question over and over in his mind until he finally said, “‘love’ is a stretch… Maria… Maria was crazy, my flower…”

“Th- then you give her that flower!? Why… why was she so, so damn jealous of me the second we first spoke to one another!?” You screamed, a bit more angry than sad now. In all honesty, you didn’t exactly like Maria, but what he did to her was wrong on so many levels.

“Did you do what you’re doing to me to her? And if you loved her, why did you murder her!!”

His teal eyes closed and he sighed, “If you want the truth, then I’ll give it to you. I did fall in love with Maria at some point, it was bordering an obsession. That is, until I found you,” He smiled.

“Maria was obsessive and a bit delusional. I’ve never put any flower in her hair. She stole it.”

You couldn’t tell if he was lying or not. But it was hard to go against what he was saying when you recall her very last words to you.

“But I knew you would’ve figured that out sooner or later, Little-Miss-Detective.” He laughed a bit, “I knew you would’ve figured me out sooner or later. That why I moved all of those files under my bed. Only someone as daring as you would sneak into my room in look through them.”

“But you’re so smart. That’s what I love so much about you, Y/n,” He presses another kiss to your cheek and you flinch.

Hesitantly, you asked, “A- are you going to do what you did to Maria… to me? Have there been more women you’ve done this to?” You fought back the tears welling up in your red eyes.

“Hey, shhh…. Don’t cry, don’t cry…” he wiped the tears falling from your eyes.

“We’ll be here, together. Forever.”

back to part one !!

[marvelstoriesepic]

Eyes made of Starlight

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Maid!Reader (Cinderella Au)

Summary: You are drawn into a royal masquerade by a mysterious woman with a magical mask.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Classism (social hierarchy themes); self-worth struggles; fantasy themes (fairy godmother, spells, illusions); power dynamics; magical disguise

Author’s Note: Oh how I loved writing the magical Cinderella vibe!! This amazing request also comes from my lovely darling!! I hope you'll enjoy this as well, beloved ♡

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The palace walls groan with music. Light spills through stained glass. You can hear the laughter of women who never had to scrub anything in their lives.

You have no reason to be here.

You have no right to be here.

The gown does not belong to you.

The mask does not belong to you.

This moment does definitely not belong to you.

You shouldn’t be here. Not walking under crystal chandeliers, not between silk-slick gowns and heels carved from heaven. Not with perfume-laced air choking your lungs or golden music playing with your ribs. Your hands are calloused. Your eyes are too wide. You walk as if waiting to be punished.

Because you will be.

You are nothing but a maid in this place. One of many. A slip of a girl with sore fingers and silent steps, always in the background, always apologizing.

You had ash on your hands just this sunrise. Streaked across your apron. Tangled in your lashes.

You had scrubbed the same hallway twice - once out of duty, once out of nerves.

You are not meant to be here among those royals, and yet you are.

The mask that sits on your face is not just a disguise. It’s an enchantment. Deep green velvet shaped like leaves, spun with gold threads that glow when the light hits just right. You remember the exhilaration you felt when you held it in your hands after it was placed on your bed. Remember the woman who you believe put it there.

No one speaks to her. No one trusts her. They call her strange, witchy, always lingering too long in the shadows of the garden wall, half-swallowed by ivy and moonlight. She has been a part of the place longer than anyone seems to remember, sweeping corners no one else would touch, talking to birds like they can answer her.

Everyone avoids her.

They say she curses the cooks and sings to the moon and never ages a day past forty.

But you have spoken to her. Brought her bread once, tucked it into a cloth napkin with a wildflower and an apology. Timidly waved at her when you saw her standing cloaked in midnight-colored shawls that fluttered like wings.

And one night ago it was just there. The mask. Lying under your sheets, ready to be worn. You don’t know why you actually decided to do it. You never would have. It’s not a decision you would even consider. But somehow, you pulled on that mask and were suddenly dressed in a gown more worthy than your life.

You are trembling now, standing at the edge of the ballroom. The candlelight plays games with your shadow. You can feel your heartbeat tap-tap-tapping against your ribs.

The clock chimes nine.

The doors open wider and the crowd shifts.

You saw him once.

The prince.

You were delivering lines for another maid who either quit or vanished or both. And on your new route, you saw him at the end of the corridor, coming closer with each step. He had been dressed in navy and silver, his hair pulled back and his expression unreadable.

You tripped and dropped the stack of sheets in your panic, not expecting to just encounter the real prince on a simple delivery. Not as a simple maid. You hated yourself for being in his way.

And when the sheets met the floor, you didn’t breathe.

Just watched the crown prince himself bent - bent - to help pick them up.

Just watched him smile at you and ask if you were alright.

As if he wasn’t a prince and you weren’t made of floor polish and forgotten names.

You didn’t stop thinking about it since. Didn’t stop thinking about him since.

You don’t even recall if you even answered him or kept staring all while blushing so hard your skin stung.

All you are able to recall is that he had eyes like storms and a mouth made for poetry, and something about him - something in the way he looked at you, not through you - unraveled your spine.

That was weeks ago.

And now he is here.

And you are too.

He enters without fanfare, without guards, without his title dragging at his heel. He wears deep blue tonight, with black embroidery shaped like curling vines across his shoulders. His dark hair is loose, falling just below his ears.

He is beautiful. But in a way fire is beautiful. Dangerous and too bright to look at for long.

He stands there like a painting brought to life.

He scans the room and stops suddenly.

On you.

Eyes lock.

Breath caught.

Your heart drops out of your chest and slams into the floor.

He is staring. Not at the dress. Not at the mask. Not at your lips or your waist or your trembling fingers.

He’s staring at your eyes.

As if he is trying to place them in the sky.

And then he is moving. Descending the stairs slowly as if the floor belongs to him and he is offering it to you.

The crowd parts for him.

People turn to watch. Whispers start.

You want to run.

You want to melt.

You want to rewind the world and be a maid again and never take that mask from that strange woman and never come here.

You clutch the sides of your gown, panic boiling in your chest. You could run. You have to run. He can’t know.

But he’s already there and you are not moving.

“Don’t go,” he speaks and his voice is velvet.

He is standing in front of you now, impossibly close, all shadows and silver eyes staring straight into yours.

Deliberately, and without taking his eyes off of yours, he offers his hand.

“Dance with me,” he says. “Please.” His voice is deep. Genuine. A request.

A prince should not talk to a maid this way. You are sure he wouldn’t if he knew who you were.

But a maid also cannot say no to a prince.

So you take his hand with shaking fingers and the second you touch him, you are pulled into his arms, into his chest. The music swells around you as if it were meant for this.

You dance like the world has forgotten gravity.

His touch is light and guiding. One hand presses against your back, the other is intertwined with yours. He doesn’t say anything about the tiny nicks in your palm you got while hanging linens out to dry and forgetting the rose bushes behind.

Never in your life have you danced before.

Never in your life have you felt the proximity of a dance partner or the sequence of the steps to the music.

Your mind doesn’t know but somehow your body does. Your body moves as though it’s been waiting its whole life to be near him. To dance this dance with him.

Perhaps that too has something to do with the mask.

Music rises. Time bleeds away. It feels like flying. It feels like burning.

He looks at you. Doesn’t stop looking at you. And you wonder if he sees past the magic. If he sees the girl who cleans his windows and folds his sheets. The girl who dropped them in front of him and stammered out an apology so awkward she wanted to dissolve on the spot.

Your breath is suspended like the stars outside the palace windows. His hand rests against your back, the pressure just enough to keep you guided, not enough to push. The thumb of his other hand moves in slow circles over your skin and you find yourself staring at it.

His head tilts down to you.

“You keep looking away,” he observes slowly, calmly.

You look up and his gaze is already waiting for yours. “Excuse me?”

“Your eyes,” he adds, voice gentle. Quiet. “You keep hiding them.”

He leans in even closer. You hold your breath. Your steps falter.

“The most important part of dancing,” he states quietly. “is eye contact.” His eyes don’t leave yours. “Everything else follows if you don’t look away.”

You feel the breath of his words against your skin and it makes you hot.

He is not teasing. Not amused. Not quite serious either, but sincere. Thoughtful. As if this moment means something to him too. As if it’s not just your heart fighting its way out of your chest.

You swallow. “Why is that?”

He pulls you closer, shifting his grip. His voice drops even softer. “If you don’t look at your partner, you cannot read them. You cannot anticipate the next step. Cannot be ready to catch them if they fall.” Something passes through his expression.

A beat. His gaze dips to your mouth. Your chin. Back to your eyes.

“And people fall.”

The words land inside of you immediately and you feel them spark a fire that heats up your neck.

You blink a few times, snapping your gaze away from him only to have his hand leave your back to turn your head in its right position - looking at him. His thumb brushes your jawline before he pulls away and settles right at your back again.

As if nothing happened.

You force yourself to nod. Careful. Like if you move too fast the spell will shatter and you will wake up barefoot in the laundry quarters with soot on your face.

He watches you some more. The way your eyes move over his face. The way your brow is twitching. The way your breath is uneven.

You almost stumble. He steadies you effortlessly as if he’d known it would happen.

“Try again,” he encourages gently. “Just look at me.”

You meet his eyes again. Fully. The ballroom fades. The velvet and glass and gossip melt. The crowd around you spins in their own perfect orbit but this is something slower. Something more important.

He leans in another time, breath ghosting your cheek. His voice is a whisper.

“Do you think I could ever forget your eyes, hm?”

Your heart drops alongside your stomach.

The clock chimes midnight.

One.

Two.

Three.

You stumble back. Out of his hold. Out of his arms. Out of his orbit.

The mask is growing warm. Too warm. Your vision flickers. Your dress begins to dull, like color draining from a dream.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, voice breaking, rushed. “I have to-”

And you turn.

“Wait-” he almost shouts, desperate, confused. “Please tell me your name-”

But you are gone.

Glass slippers skim the marble. Tears burn behind your eyes and make it hard to see. The mask slips from your face as you disappear into the night, heart hammering loud enough to break open the stars.

[lovelywetdreamer]

Jinishi's Maid Schedule

5 am to 6 am prepared his meal

7 am to 8 am, clean and present his desk

8:30 am wake up the sleeping beauty with a kiss. He pout if he doesn't get daily morning kisses.

9 am to 10 am, let him sucks on your breasts to ease his mind before doing a mountain pile of paperwork. Your nipples are so sensitive that you make a mess in your panties every time Jinishi squeezes and twists your nipple.

10 am to 12 pm sucking on Jinish cock and massage his balls until he get done with his paperwork. Thick warm cum staining your mouth, chin, and neck. You couldn't help but grind yourself against his feet.

12 pm to 4 pm Jinishi is fucking you senseless. Jinishi fucking you on the wall, his desks, and on the floor. People come in and out of the room as Jinishi cream pie your very fertile womb. After Jinishi's seeds are flowing out of cunt, Jinishi scoop his cum back into you. He got a custom plug made for your pussy. "Need my seeds to take roots inside you, darling."

5pm to 6pm Jinishi cleaning and feeding you snacks.

7 pm to 8 pm Jinishi is cuddling you until dinner is ready to serve.

9pm to 10 pm Jinishi kissing your lips and sucking on your clits. He needs to enjoy his favorite dessert.

11 pm to 12 am let his cock rest inside your tight walls. He needs to rest his head on your breasts. He can't sleep no other ways.

[morwap]

mafia!sirius and maid!reader

maid!reader cleaning mafia!sirius’ office and finding documents that you were definitely not supposed to see and him finding you there with the documents in hand and then fucks you against his desk….

would y’all be down for a fic like that ?

but i’m debating on like a sweet and kinda innocent!maid!reader or like secret spy!maid!reader

might do both or idk, let me know which one even tho i’m leaning more towards innocent!maid!reader

my fic

[anisangeldust]

Religion in your lips 𝜗𝜚⋆

Summary: A turning point had been established in your relationship with the president. Or several..

Part: ← ii →

Warnings: obsessive behavior, stalking, creepy/perv Coryo, misogyny, masturbation (m), wet dreams, emotional abuse, manipulation, mentions of grooming, allusions to murder, objectification.

A/N: I need him expeditiously. Also I’m so sorry that this is so late! I’m working as fast as I can!

A dastardly crime you had unwillingly committed, you had began to not only wedge yourself into the life of the president, you also absentmindedly plagued his whole being. One week, one week of work and you were already a problem.

Coriolanus couldn’t help the way you became his muse, you occupied every free and taken crevice of his mind, yet you were so blissfully ignorant of the predator so carefully stalking your move; waiting for a prime opportunity to pounce. The President was a smart man however, he knew that patience was key, and if he wanted to have you at all, he needed to be careful.

Everyday he’d watch from his office as you took your lunchtime break, sitting within the gardens of the presidential estate and chatting with the gardeners. Taking notice of which flowers you seemed to be drawn to, as to which he decided he’d get you a bouquet of your favorite under the feign guise of thankfulness. Testing the waters he thought.

So Coriolanus couldn’t help but feel satisfied when he saw the small smile on your face. Was it that easy to impress you? Nevertheless, he felt immense satisfaction when you tucked the little note he wrote into your front pocket and took one of the flowers to place in your hair.

The young president swore he’d never care for another again, yet here he stood, in lust with a simple worker, and sooner or later he was going to get what was his. To get you.

——

“Gypsophila is a highly toxic flower, deadly if consumed. But it is very pretty.” You rambled to the president as he sat sipping tea. The most beautiful sight you were, so full of life, so happy, oh how he craved to posses you; to destroy the youthful innocence you paraded like a trophy.

“Interesting indeed.” Coriolanus nodded, his gaze never leaving your perky chest and silky hair. A beat of comfortable silence passed when young Snow remembered his fiancée’s behavior, the dwindling aggravation now building up again. “And i’d like to apologize on behalf of my bride-to-be. She is a little shall I say.. enraging at times” He sighs and leans back.

“Worried I was not Coriolanus.” Your smile and innocent acceptance made him furious in a way. The need to sink his teeth into you was almost overwhelming. He wanted to cut you open and crawl inside your ribcage. This was a feeling he’d known never before, and he was positive it’ll linger for the rest of his natural life. Before you blessed him with your presence, he had yet to see someone so willing to do a good job, your aura was addicting.

“You know, I don’t really love her.” The words left Coriolanus’ lips before he could stop himself. He almost chuckled at the way your brows furrowed.

“My condolences? Why.. are you marrying her then?”

“You know, capital business.” He sighs and leans back. If only he had picked you! Such a scenario had swept through his mind many times since he’d met you. If only he could’ve waited. “Such a shame I choose such a…brat.” He scowled at the thoughts of his fiancée.

The look on your face was somewhere between shocked and startled. It was amusing how Coriolanus could tell you were biting your tongue to hold back your own thoughts on his future beloved.

“Allow me to not meddle in your personal business Coriolanus.. but I suppose if you want unsolicited advice, it’s never too late to change your mind. You’re already president. One called off marriage won’t kill you” your polite voice was so calming to the achy soul he possessed. The young Snow knew you had no idea of his intentions for you, and that thought was delicious.

“I appreciate your insight darling. I shall think about your words carefully. I fear you’re too smart for the position you hold at the moment.” He chuckles. You deserved the seat of First Lady, the title of his wife, do be the mother of his future kids, and it took every molecule of his being to hold back from expressing that desire.

Comfortable silence fell into the room, only the quiet scuffling of feet or sipping tea piercing the lack of noise. The thought of being so comfortable with a person was a concept so foreign to Coriolanus. the last person he was comfortable with had betrayed him, left him to die in the forest. Something about you, however, was different. His songbird didn’t see what she missed, she craved the wild life she had. You enjoyed order, respected Panem, you’d never leave him like she did. You’d never leave him like she did. A pang of vulnerability struck the president’s chest. Could he really trust you? Would you betray him like she had? No, you wouldn’t, because he could control you. And you’d let him.

If the want wasn’t already clear enough in its mind, that moment solidified it. He had to get rid of Livia. He had to have you. and then his face falls in the same breath. A foreign thought crossed his mind at the same time though. What if you already had someone? The idea made him seethe. How dare someone else have what’s his? He’d ask you. No need to jump to conclusions right?

“Darling. You’ve never mentioned any kind of boyfriend? Don’t mind my prying, I’m just curious.” He says in masterly hidden mock confusion.

“Oh uh.. I was dumped actually. Right before I took this job. He said he needed to focus on himself or whatever else they all say” his words adding a small flush to your cheeks.

Good. This was good. No, this was excellent. Single and vulnerable. Ready for the perfect man to save you from your pain and heartbreak, ready for a strong and handsome man like him to make you feel worthy again. He couldn’t have written this better himself.

“Oh darling, I’m so sorry. He sounds like a dunce, you’re clearly too good for him anyway.” Coriolanus smiles, opening up the door of careful manipulation.

A bloom of pink popped into your cheeks at his words. “Thank you Mr. President. I’m thankful we’re over. And I appreciate your compliment.” Your murmur back was almost funny. And the attempt to hide the flush on your face with turning and dusting a random surface was funnier to him.

“You’re welcome darling.” His short response and wink made your heart beat visibly faster, but he chose just to let you do your job and not bring it up. Mentally he was kicking himself. For having you so close yet unreachable. How was he supposed to get rid of his bride-to-be? It would be a scandal, one too big to cover. The Cardew family would stop at nothing to tear him down if he left her, he’d lose all he had. Amidst his thinking, he stood up and pleaded against the bookshelf you were dusting. “You can tell me if Livia says something rude. You’re a maid, yes, but you’re still a person. Don’t be scared to let me know if she’s making you uncomfortable.” He cooed smoothly.

“Will do. Thank you Mr. President. Though she isn’t that bad. We just got off on the wrong foot. But of course I’ll tell you if she does anything.” Your cheery attitude was refreshing. A light in a dull atmosphere.

“Thank you darling.” Coriolanus kissed your hand gently before leaving. What a gentleman.

——

Damn you and your little dress. Damn you and the fabric that clung to your curves so nice. How could he focus on anything? His eyes darted around his office, desperate to find something to focus on, and find something he did. A rag you’d left. A rag that you clipped onto your skirt to wipe off your forehead occasionally. Immediately, Coriolanus stood up and took the white fabric in his hands. It belonged to the manor, it was soft and good quality, and upon further inspection, it had a small stain on it. Your sweat.

His pants tightened as he brought the fabric up to his nose and took a whiff, your perfume lingered on the threads, teasing him. The thought of using Livia crossed his mind, after all, what was she good for if not as a tight cunt? But it felt almost insulting to you to fuck Livia in your place. The last time he did it left a sour taste in his mouth. He couldn’t just take you, not yet, he needed more time before he made his move. Left with no other options, Coriolanus locked his office with a click and sat down in his chair.

He freed his erections from the confinement of his pants and boxers, softly stroking his hardening cock with the marked cloth. The sight of his pre mixed with the little bit of sweat had him going crazy. The need for you was insatiable, he couldn’t help himself as he pumped his hand up and down his cock, stopping to tease the fat tip with his new prized possession. He brought the tag up to his nose to smell your scent again, pumping his dick as he inhaled the fumes. He came to the thought of spreading you open like a flower and indulging in your soaking pussy. He was only lightly embarrassed when his mind came to. Though it was drowned out quickly by the satisfaction of his orgasm. He needed you badly, and he was more determined than ever to get you.

——

Over the next few days he gave you small gifts, chocolate, a bracelet, an up in pay, all because he “felt bad you got broken up with” of course. He was a compassionate man, of course he cared about you! How dare you think he was just going this to get you to trust him and tell him more about your private life? He was. It was a little tiring having his other staff ask you the questions and then report back to him, but the smile and flush on your cheeks made it worth it. And his attempts weren’t in vain, the longer he pined, the more you told him, the more ammunition he had to get you to say more; a deliciously vicious cycle.

The more you trusted him, the more you told him about anything Livia did, He expected Livia to be an asshole. He knew that it was only a matter of time before she was rude enough that you said something. What Coriolanus didn’t expect, was for his fiancée to physically harm you. And especially not right in front of him. The soft thud and following mewl of pain from outside his office had caught his attention. He got up and went to the source of the sound, only to find his fiancée standing over your crumpled form.

“I thought your job was to clean? How are you supposed to get anything done if you’re such a klutz? Oh come on, that didn’t hurt” she taunted as you tried to get up off the floor. It was clear she pushed you, or tripped you in some way, that didn’t matter to Coriolanus though, she hurt you. And he was pissed.

“Hey, what the fuck happened here?” He demanded, anger pointed 100% at Livia, though the anger made you wince.

Livia turned around immediately, acting like she had found and helped you. “Oh It’s all okay Coryo, she was just cleaning and she fell, nothing to worry about, I was just making sure she’s alright!” Livia clutched her chest, gently helping you up. Coriolanus didn’t believe it for a second.

“Really? Is that true?” He said as he turned to you, eyes squinted in disbelief

You felt put on the spot, he’d be mad if you lied, but you couldn’t just tell him she did it and run the risk of her hating you more than she already did, so the former seemed best. “Y-yeah. She, she did find me. I just fell” you muttered sheepishly.

Coriolanus knew you lied, and that angered him, But he also knew that you would’ve told the truth if Livia wasn’t there. The knowledge that you were going to tell him everything after was comforting enough for him to huff and sigh “I’m sorry. I just don’t appreciate dawdling.” He sailed in an eerily calm tone. Livia snickered like she’d won something, and Coriolanus forced himself to just keep walking and not shout at his fiancée.

Young Snow was standing and peering out of the window in his office when he heard you open the door and walk in. He heard you gently start to clean the many books and surfaces that lined the room. Coriolanus liked that about you, you never spoke to him unless he spoke to you first, and it turned him on.

“My anger was not directed towards you.” He started “though I’m slightly miffed that you lied to me. Tell me what she actually did” he turned around to look at you, his face stern yet inviting as he waited for your explanation of the events.

He noticed your slight gulp and timid frame as you put down your rag to look at him. “She uh.. I was wiping down lamps in one of the lounges when.. she- she pushed me into a table, and a p-picture frame landed on my head..” your mumbles and stutters would have been cute if he was pissed off. The nerve that woman had, and to play victim too? He was just about at his wits end with her.

“It’s okay darling. I believe you. And I’m quite annoyed that she would abuse staff like that. She’s jealous that you’re better than she is, that’s all” he coos and walks towards you. He gently puts his large hands on your arms “you’re doing great. You’re the best maid I could’ve asked for. Now go finish your job for today. I’ll get you something for the inconvenience and I’ll talk with her.” He said as he leaned down and gently kissed your cheek.

——

“I don’t appreciate you abusing staff Livia.” His voiced was stern and unapologetic, the opposite of how he approached you, as he entered his quarters of the presidential manor.

“What could you possibly be talking about Coryo? If it’s about the maid then I told you, she fell and I found her. It’s not my fault she’s a klutz.” Livia scoffed at the mention of you.

Coriolanus slammed his hand on the wall, his eyes full of fire. “I didn’t give you permission to speak woman. Shes been working here 3 weeks and she’s ‘fallen’ twice. And both times she was conveniently in your surroundings. If it happens again I’ll be very, very disappointed.” He says through gritted teeth and goes to walk away but stops. “And my name isn’t Coryo. Its Coriolanus. I don’t care that you’re my fiancée, you’ll treat me with respect.” He demanded before pushing past her to take a much needed shower.

Falling into the clutches of morpheus came easier than expected that night. In the realm of dreams, Coriolanus' unconscious mind becomes a canvas of desire and longing. Your delicate form becomes the centerpiece of his erotic fantasy, envisioned sprawled across his desk, the epitome of seductive submission. As the dream unfolds, his touches and caresses paint vivid imagery, a private symphony of pleasure that reflects his deepening admiration and desire for you. Coriolanus' dream grows even more intense as you become increasingly sensual and inviting, giving yourself to him so fully and passionately. The boundaries of his imagination blur, and he loses himself in the intoxicating pleasure of your presence. He moans and groans, overtaken by the overwhelming sensations of desire and satisfaction. He whispers your name gently, his voice filled with both reverence and need

When his eyes cracked open to the rays of morning sunlight, he was both grateful for the opportunity of another day with you, and irked that he woke up to the sleeping body of his useless fiancée.

——

Coriolanus started looking forward to when you’d come into his office to clean and chat. What was once cold small talk had morphed into you telling him everything about yourself. How you were a recent academy graduate, you were open to but didn’t have any plans for University, you had a white cat named Pearl that you love like a child, and you preferred tea to coffee. All facts that seemed so mundane about others were so tantalizing coming from your lips.

“So this job is only until you decide on what you want to do? That’s a shame. You’re very good at it. Replacing you wouldn’t be fun. But I’m proud of you for working and earning money. Not many people do that in the capitol. Especially not those who come from rich backgrounds like you do.” Coriolanus said with feigned nonchalance as he absentmindedly stirred his tea.

“I’m sure there’s plenty of people who could clean the mansion just as well, if not better than I” your tone was sweet and soft, you’d never understand. No one could ever be you, you were too important, how would he survive without you? He wouldn’t.

Coriolanus stood up and chuckled “I’m sure, but none of them are as kind, or sweet, or as beautiful as you” he coos and tilts your chin up to look at him “none of them could captivate me like you have” he murmurs. This was a now or never moment. He couldn’t go back now, and with your big eyes preening up at him he couldn’t resist. He gently leaned down and captured your lips in his own, gently cradling your head and holding your face.

“Coriolanus..” you murmured and he gently broke away with a small smirk playing at the edges of his lips, his gaze cast down to look at your wide and surprised expression.

“Shhh.. I know you wanted that too darling, tell me to stop and i will” he mumbles as he captures your lips in his own again, gently waiting for you to accept the kiss. A wave of satisfaction washes over him as he fells you relax and accept the kiss, he grins against your lips as he feels you hands on his chest.

Your lips tasted of a sweetness he had never experienced, how he was meant to pretend he didn’t want you was a problem for the future, right now all that mattered where your lips and his desires. Getting rid of Livia may have to happen sooner than he anticipated.

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[09827]

HOUSEWIFE!TIFFANY VALENTINE WITH MAID!READER (∩˃o˂∩)♡

housewife!tiffany who buys maid!reader new uniforms under the excuse that “the old ones were worn out.” the skirts are just a little tighter now, the blouses a little sheerer. “you like them, don’t you?” she asks with an angelic expression, brushing invisible lint from their sleeve.

housewife!tiffany who leaves her lipstick on maid!reader’s cheek “by accident” when she kisses them goodbye, and then sends them to run errands for her like that. she likes to imagine the whole town seeing it, like she’s put her brand on them. 

housewife!tiffany who doesn’t just wash her lingerie in the laundry—she makes maid!reader hand-wash it, in warm soapy water, while she leans against the doorframe watching. “be gentle,” she murmurs, pretending it’s about the silk. “that one’s expensive. . . and special.” she doesn’t explain what makes it special. just stares.

housewife!tiffany who watches maid!reader chat and laugh with one of the delivery girls at the door, jaw clenched behind her smile. when reader comes back, tiffany’s lounging with a glass of wine and a sickeningly sweet smile. “aren't you just talkative,” she obnoxiously laughed as her grip on the wineglass tightened.

housewife!tiffany who “accidentally” hides maid!reader’s car keys after their shift ends, pouting when they get flustered. “well, guess you’ll have to stay a little longer,” she says innocently, twirling her hair. “can’t leave a girl all alone in this big house, can you?”

housewife!tiffany who starts asking maid!reader to stay for dinner more often, always with an excuse—“i made too much,” or “charles isn’t coming home.” she plates food like it’s a date: candles lit, wine glasses full. “it’s just us,” she says sweetly, even though her leg brushes theirs under the table. “you’re the only one who listens to me anyway.”

housewife!tiffany who would purposely “lose” her earring under the bed, then watch maid!reader get on all fours to look for it, humming as she leaned back against the headboard with a wine glass in hand. “take your time, baby,” she’d murmur, eyes glued to the way their shirt rode up their back. “pretty things are always worth the wait.” her thighs would press together, slow and deliberate, but she’d act innocent when maid!reader sat up again, cheeks flushed, hands dusty.

housewife!tiffany who would call maid!reader into the bathroom while she soaked in a bubble bath, claiming the water was too hot and she needed help adjusting the knobs. she’d pout dramatically, one leg propped up on the rim of the tub, bubbles sliding slowly down her thighs. “you don’t mind, do you?” she’d say sweetly, watching them avert their eyes. 

housewife!tiffany who would make maid!reader lotion her legs after a “long day,” sighing dramatically while she laid across the chaise. “a little higher, name ” she’d whisper, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. “don’t be shy. you’re already touching me.” and when maid!reader’s fingers hesitated near the tops of her thighs, she’d murmur, “you’re so gentle. makes me wonder how you’d treat the rest of me.”

[handsome-strangers]

If Laces Were Reins

Warnings: Sebastian, devoted and helpful, insists on dressing you each morning. Corset lacing, Breath restriction, Mean/Bullying, Short fic, Anxious!Y/N, Female Maid!Y/N

This content is intended for readers 18+

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Like many mornings prior, you stood before the mirror, corset loose around your waist. Sebastian stood behind you, laces threaded through his elegant fingers. His gaze sharp in the mirror's reflection as he studied you. For months he came to you, kind enough to help you get ready in the morning, but you still couldn't ease away the nervousness this situation brought you.

"Stand still for me, Dear," he instructed, voice smooth yet firm. "Your trembling only makes this more difficult."

You shifted impatiently, wanting nothing more than to hurry about your day. "Must you pull so tight? I can barely breathe."

Sebastian's eyes narrowed. He quirked an eyebrow at you through the mirror's reflection. "Well, you could try breathing less. Maybe it will even help you learn some control?"

"You're obsessed with control..." you muttered to yourself lowly.

In an instant, he yanked the laces taut. You gasped, breath forced out of you in a squeak as the corset constricted. His grip remained unyielding.

"Perhaps I should remind you of your place," he murmured, pulling tighter.

You whimpered, hands flying behind you, failing to break his grip on the laces. "S—Sebastian, please—I can't—"

"You can," he stated. "And you will. Learn to hold your tongue."

Tears pricked your eyes as you struggled for breath. "I'm s—sorry," you gasped. "Please, I can't breathe."

He held the tension a moment longer before loosening slightly. You sagged forward against the mirror, panting. Sebastian finished tying the corset, his touch gentler now.

"There, now you are presentable, Dear."

You met his gaze in the mirror—calm control, hands resting dangerously on your waist, fingers drumming. His eyes held a challenge, a promise of punishment if you continued to act out.

"Your place is to obey," he said, voice low. "Understood?"

You nodded. "Yes, Sebastian."

His smiled, satisfied. "Good girl. Let me fetch your work dress and apron, we have a long day ahead of us."

[meo-eiru]

Hello dear I just got back from reading about the yandere maid and tell me why I’m in love with him? As such if you don’t mind me asking what’s his thoughts on spoiling, whether it be him spoiling darling or vise versa.

Like oh no reader has found out about my dark sad backstory! I guess I’ll just have to let them comfort me… oh and well I’m just so unpredictable and will probably try to kill her again. (He won’t actually ever go through with it) I guess she’ll just have to put a collar and leash on me and pet my head… (sorry my freak showed a bit there.) But you know just generally showing him the same affection you’ve received from him all this time and allowing him to get all spoiled by his loaded mistress.

Or is he more into the actively taking care of you part, his life is so fucked up but at least he can do this. Just spending his time taking care of and spoiling his master so you’ll let your guard down so he can kill you. (Definitely not just because he likes seeing you happy and dependent on him, that definitely isn’t it.) Maybe not to the length of a certain elf but just making you dependent on him for things. Silly darling can’t even tie her robe without him at this point (he says pushing your hand away anytime you try to help.)

Or a maybe both idk just thought of this randomly, but I’ll probably be sending more stuff for the new boy. What can I say I’m a sucker for pretty men…

-🥛anon

Dana doesn’t like getting spoiled by you, it only makes him feel more agitated.

There’s a huge wealth and life quality gap between the two of you, getting spoiled by you like that would only make him feel more pitiful because Dana knows, he knows that realistically speaking he’ll never be your equal.

He likes to have some sort of control over the situation he is in and, even if he doesn’t, he wants to have some power over you. So for Dana, who will never get to stand on equal ground with you, having you comfort and spoil him like some pathetic dog under your feet feels degrading.

This is why he enjoys taking care of you even though he really doesn’t like cooking or doing housework. Having you lean on him gives him a semblance of equality, “she also needs me, she also can’t do without me”

But that’s not to say he’d avoid getting comforted at all costs, because no matter how many walls he puts around himself there are still nights where the nightmares become just a little too hard for him to bear, where the lack of warmth around him eats at him.

At times like this he likes to rest next to you, either by forcing you to let him spoon you in bed or rest his head on your lap. You shouldn’t try to touch or talk to him too much, just let him close his eyes and listen to his slow breathing, enjoy this rare moment of vulnerability.

[rafey-baby]

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[gremlingottoosilly]

please more Konig x maid/housekeeper reader

He buys you costumes. Unpractical ones - little bows in your head, frilly skirts. Tiny aprons that barely cover anything, pink cow print. Stocking that gets mudded immediately after you get on your knees to scrub the dirt off. Makes - asks - you to bend over and try to clean up this way, tiny skirt getting over your panties. He wanted to stuff a plug tail in your ass, make you all soft and inviting for him - make you crawl on all fours, get you a headband with cat ears. Force his cock in your leaking pussy, making the floor dirty with his cum. Maybe you'd clean it up with your tongue. God, he would fucking love to see it. He gets you expensive costumes - tailor-made, hugging your curves perfectly. Tight at your tits, kind of short, too much open skin. You don't want to know how he got such perfect measurements, what kind of pervert he found to make something this obscene. He likes to take it off you, fuck you right on the floor - sometimes you whine in his ear, ask him to at least put a pillow under your knees. You don't dare to cockblock him completely, still wanting to get at least something out of your little arrangement. He makes you forget about dusting the shelves, forces you to sit on his face instead - and tips you at least triple the amount of the whole house. Makes the bed for you and lets you sleep in, tugging a blanket over your naked body. You don't when you wake up with his mouth sucking on your tits - he is at least kind enough to ice your nipples latter. Let them become less puffy before making you wear another tight dress. It's not all sex - sometimes he makes you dinner, a snack plate, a girl dinner that he desperately tries to make as pretty as the ones you watch on tiktok. Buys too much cheese and eats it off the whole thing after chopping down a few bits for you. Doesn't know the difference between different kinds of salami, so he just buys the most expensive one. Huge bits of jamon on the plate, adorned with slightly wilted fruits. He likes to feed you, calling you his little bird - doesn't let you wash the dishes after. Pushes you on his lap and turns on some scary movie, kisses your neck between jumpscares. Calls you his wife - you're not sure if you should finally go to the police when he starts asking about the ring, but you let yourself lean in his embrace. Surrounded by his heat, you like to nap at him. Like a big cuddly bear, honestly - you don't hug him, too scared of making him retaliate with sex, but you let him wrap his hands around you. Nuzzle in your hair, and inhale sweet seconds of nothing before his cock makes its way into your panties again. God, whenever this guy is home - which isn't a lot, thanks to his job - it's like he is horny 24/7. You're kinda flattered. You're kinda terrified. Konig kinda forgets you aren't married.

[holylulusworld]

Mr. Holmes Maid (2)

Summary: You’re his maid.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Maid!Reader

Warnings: angst, power imbalance, dub-con (just in case) cuddling/sharing a bed, master-servant relationship, the reader was an orphan, mentions of physical abuse against the reader (childhood/implied), inappropriate behavior

Mr. Holmes’ maid (1)

Mr. Holmes’ maid masterlist

Four months after Sherlock came to your room for the first time, one of his former classmates came for a visit.

Everything was normal. You prepared tea and biscuits. While you followed the strict codes of conduct and were not allowed to speak to Sherlock’s guest, he wouldn't stop asking you questions you didn't want to answer. The man didn’t want to take the hint that you were uncomfortable around him.

His hand brushed against your bottom more than once, and he shamelessly stared at your chest.

“I wondered why Sherlock had a maid all for himself. Now I know,” he grinned and patted his lap. “Why don’t you give me the same treatment you give your master.”

“I-“ you didn’t know how to react. This man was just awful, but you weren’t able to fight him. You were only a maid, and he was your master’s friend.

“What’s going on here?” Sherlock came just in time to save you. He cocked his head and watched you whimper in distress. You never acted like that. Not in front of him, or his brother.

“I only offered your maid to sit on my lap, my friend,” the man patted his big tummy. “Maybe she likes me more than you. You’re always so…strict.”

“We are rather acquaintances, than friends. I haven’t heard from you for years,” Sherlock stepped toward you to stand by your side. “Maid, please retreat. We have to discuss manners you wouldn’t understand.”

“Yes, Mr. Holmes,” you never felt more relieved than in that moment. The man scared you in more than one way.

You curtsied and left the room, walking as fast as your feet would carry you.

All you wanted was to be away from this man and his demands.

Your loyalty belongs only to your master, Sherlock Holmes.

“This person,” Sherlock angrily entered your room. He cursed under his breath, using words you never thought belonged to his vocabulary. Your master was angry. Why, you didn’t know. “How dare he come here believing he can offer me money to get my maid.”

“What?” You sat up on the bed, suddenly wide awake. “I don’t understand.”

“He called me rude and unreasonable because I didn’t want to hand my maid over to him,” Sherlock pushed his locks out of his face. “I haven’t heard of him for years, and he comes here to steal my maid.”

You didn’t understand. Why would a man you never saw before come to Sherlock to get you? Your lips wobbled and you felt like a cold hand gripped your heart.

“Do not fret, my dear,” Sherlock said. “I sent him home, not without giving him what he deserved.”

You glanced at Sherlock, shocked at the sight of his split knuckles.

“Mr. Holmes,” you got up from the bed to take care of his hands. “We need to clean the wounds. Let me help you.”

“I cleaned the split skin,” he said, and gently ran his index finger over your cheek. He hummed and watched your shoulders relax. “He will never bother us again. We should rest now.”

“Yes, Mr. Holmes,” you murmured, already used to sleeping in one bed with your master. “I changed the sheets and got you another blanket. It’s getting colder, and you are not used to the cold.”

“So sweet,” he cupped your chin with his index finger and thumb. “I wonder if your lips taste sweet too.” Sherlock leaned closer. His lips almost touched yours when he dropped his hand and stepped away from you. “I-I should…no…I need to reread a few papers. Have a good night.”

Sherlock left your chamber and didn’t return that night. It was the first night you spent alone, and you felt cold and lonely.

“Mr. Holmes, there is a letter for you,” you shyly glanced at Sherlock. He was engrossed in reading another letter. “I have finished my chores for today. I’ll retreat to my chamber to knit.”

“Wait—” He suddenly got up. “I need your opinion on something.” Sherlock walked out of his office to get a blanket. “I got it for the winter. You said it’s cold in your chamber and I thought of you.”

Sherlock pushed the blanket into your hands and turned his attention toward the letter without waiting for your answer. Your heart fluttered. He got a warm and soft blanket for you, and it meant the world to you.

“Have a good night, Mr. Holmes.”

You woke like any other night with Sherlock’s arms locked around your body like anchors holding you to him.

“You’re awake,” Sherlock murmured your name. “Why?”

“There is no reason,” you whispered, afraid to tell him the truth. You woke because of a bad dream – or rather a memory from the past. This happens once in a while if you allow yourself to think of the past too much.

“Do not lie to me, maid,” he sounded angry, and you flinched. “You were crying in your sleep and tried to get away from me.”

Forced to tell him the truth you took a deep breath. “I had a bad dream,” you sniffled. “I dreamed of the orphanage I spent my childhood at. The children called me names, and the nuns hit me with a ruler.”

“You never told me that you grew up in an orphanage,” he sounded surprised, and his tone softened. “Why did you never tell me?”

“I’m here to serve, not for chatter. That’s what I've been told all my life. I didn’t think it was important,” you murmured. Sherlock never asked questions about your childhood. He only cared about your reputation and your cleaning skills.

He inhaled sharply. A habit when something angers him.

“I need to know every detail. Details are important,” he said. “I want you to tell me everything about your past. Now!”

“Yes, Mr. Holmes,” you hoped he’d lose interest and forget about your nightmare in the morning. “I was all alone, and the other children didn’t like me. No one ever told me why they didn’t like me. I tried anything but…” You wiped your eyes. “No one ever wanted me.”

“You’re here now,” Sherlock whispered in your ear. “Safe and sound.”

The night was shorter than usual. Someone yelled Sherlock’s name and harshly knocked at the door. You woke, startled by the man screaming your master’s name.

“Open the door!” the man yelled even louder. “You dishonored my wife!”

“Y/N, I want you to stay here and try to get more sleep. Let me handle this,” Sherlock slipped out of bed and grabbed his robe. He threw it on and left your room.

You couldn’t go back to sleep. His warmth left your body, and your teeth chattered. Scared you listened closely as the man calmed and repeatedly apologized to your master.

“People these days,” Sherlock reentered your room, closing the door with a loud thud. “He dared to come to my home and scare my—” He looked at you, unsure what you are to him. “Never mind. He came to the wrong house.”

You nodded and lifted the covers. “Are you alright, Mr. Holmes.”

“Of course, Y/N,” he took his robe off and joined you in your bed again. “We will sleep a little bit. Tomorrow will be a busy day.”

“Mr. Holmes, what a pleasure to see you,” the owner of the boutique spluttered, obviously excited that the infamous and wealthy detective came to his boutique again. “What brings me the pleasure of your presence.”

The man smiled widely and almost drooled all over your master. You got ignored, like most of the time. Well, your simple dress and appearance don’t catch the eye of many people. In the end, you’re only a peasant, not a person to most of the people you meet.

“I need a new wardrobe for my—,” Sherlock cleared his throat when you didn’t react, “maid. Y/N, come here.”

“Mr. Holmes,” you were surprised he told the man that the dresses and winter coat he ordered weren’t for Enola, his sister, and ward. “Do you want me to have a look at the dresses for your sister?”

He sighed, exasperated. If Sherlock hated one thing, it was waiting time. “The dresses are for you. I need you to try one on. I don’t want to waste my money on dresses not suiting you.”

“I-“Confused you look at the owner of the boutique. He looked as shocked as you.

“I need her to represent the household, Holmes. I cannot let her run around in a torn dress,” Sherlock touched the back of your dress, gripping it tightly until you heard a ripping sound. “See, the material is the worst. I have a reputation to protect.”

“Mr. Holmes,” the man nodded eagerly. He called for his wife to help you try on one of the dresses. “Of course.”

Sherlock hummed and looked around the boutique. He wasn’t interested in buying another vest or coat. Your master tried to distract himself to not follow you and watch you redress. He was a gentleman after all…

“Oh, look at you,” the boutique owner’s wife cooed. She told you to look in the mirror. The woman in the mirror staring back at you wasn’t you. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

The biscuit and rose-colored silk bustle dress with lace trimmings fitted you like it was made for you. “It’s beautiful,” you replied, but didn’t know what else to say. You've never worn a dress like this before. In lack of words, you remained silent.

“Let me get Mr. Holmes,” she finally said and left you alone with your racing heart. Why would he buy you a dress like this? Maybe it was another test. He’d buy it for his sister, or some other woman and wanted to remind you of your place.

“What do you think, Mr. Holmes?” She came back with your master by her side.

Sherlock looked you up and down in the new dress. He hummed and clasped both hands behind his back while going around you.

“It’s well done,” he said. “I’m satisfied with your handiwork. Let’s try on the others,” Sherlock stopped right in front of you to watch you drop your gaze. “Shall we?”

“Yes, Mr. Holmes,” you murmured, unsure how to react to his behavior. “What do you want me to try on next?”

He cocked his head to glance at the dresses. “The red one. I liked it the most.” Sherlock followed you. Hand brushing over your back. “I hope you like it as much as I do. You will look beautiful in it.” He whispers the last part.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. Sherlock’s hand on your back felt warm and soothing, still, it was inappropriate. He openly showed affection toward a peasant.

This could ruin his reputation, and yours…

Part 3

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hey 💗

could I please request a smut fic where charles blackwood develops a (borderline obsessive) crush on his cousins housemaid and he ends up fucking her in the shower or bath?

[ik it’s out there but I just rewatched we have always lived in the castle and just seeing seb in a fancy bathtub did things to me…ik it’s weird but still…🫶]

Cute Little Maid » Charles Blackwood

Pairings: Charles Blackwood x Maid!Reader

Summary: Charles has a crush on his cousin’s maid.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, shower sex, praise kink, pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵 the bathtub scene did things to me too🤭

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found these on Pinterest.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Constance, I- oh, I’m sorry.” You apologized walking in the living and seen the most attractive man you’ve ever seen in your life. “I didn’t know you were having company today.” You say.

“It’s ok.” Constance smiles. “Y/N, this is my cousin Charles. Charles, this our maid Y/N.” She introduces you two.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Blackwood.” You smiled, shaking his hand.

“You too.” Charles smiles. “Call me Charles.” He says, shamelessly checking you out.

That was a few weeks ago. Now, Charles can’t seem to keep himself away from you. He’s developed a huge crush on you. Every time you need to go to the store, he gives you a ride. He follows you around the house and watches you clean without you noticing. He would try to get as close as he possibly could to you. He also can’t help but imagine what he wants to do to you sexually.

Charles is whistling to himself as he was walking down the hallway to his bedroom. His whistling stops when he heard a noise in his room and seen the door open. He opened the door to see you putting his neatly folded clothes in his dresser. He walked further in the room and stood a couple feet behind you, waiting for you to turn around. You jumped when you turned around, not expecting Charles to be standing behind you.

“Oh Mr. Blackwood…” You put your hand on your chest where your heart is. “You scared me.” You giggled. “Did you need something?” You asked.

“Yes, you.” Charles thinks to himself.

“I would like some extra towels please.” He says politely.

“I’ll get them right now.” You say.

You walked past him to get him extra towels while Charles went in the bathroom to take a shower. He turned the shower on and stripped himself of his clothes. You walked in the bathroom at the same time he was taking his boxers off. You gasped and closed your eyes, making Charles turn around and smirk.

“I am so sorry.” You apologized for walking in on him naked. “Here’s your extra towels.” You say, holding the towels out for him.

Charles took the towels from your hands and put them on the sink counter. You heard him close the bathroom door. Your heart started pounding when you felt his presence. Your eyes fluttered open. You tried so hard not to look down at his dick. Charles walked closer to you. You walked backwards till your back hit the door. Your breathing quickened when his face was inches away from yours. One of his hands disappeared under your dress, finding its way to your wet panties. A desperate whimper fell from your lips when his fingers rubbed your pussy through your panties. He pulled your panties down your legs and dropped them on the floor. His fingers rubbed from your clit to your entrance. He slid two fingers in your pussy, moving them at a decent pace.

“Mr. Blackwood…” You moaned softly. “This is-” The words died on your tongue before you could finish your sentence.

“This is what, sweetheart?” Charles asks, smirking.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the only thing that came out was a moan. There was nothing in your mind, except the thought of your boss’s cousin fucking you with his fingers.

Your head fell back against the door, enjoying the feeling of his fingers in your pussy. Your nails dug into the wood of the door when his fingers went impossibly deeper. Charles leaned in closer to you, kissing just below your ear, making you moan.

“I wonder what your pussy will feel like wrapped around my cock.” Charles whispers in your ear.

A whimper fell from your lips at the thought of him fucking you. His thumb found its way to your clit, applying pressure to it and rubbing it in circles. His fingers curled inside of you, hitting your sweet spot.

“Right there!” You moaned.

Charles smirks to himself, happy that he found your sweet spot. His fingers continued to hit your sweet spot every time he curled his fingers against it. This man knew what he was doing, because he was about to make you cum sooner than you expected. You pussy clenched around his fingers. Charles knew you were about to cum. He thrusted his fingers faster, wanting your orgasm to build up faster. Your mouth fell open, a moan of his name fell from your lips as you came hard on his fingers. His thumb gave your clit a particularly rough rub before he took his fingers out of your pussy.

You looked at him, trying to catch your breath. Charles’s eyes were filled with lust. He pulled your dress over your head and dropped it on the floor. His hand disappeared behind your back and expertly unclasped your bra, letting it fall from your chest. He grabbed your arm and pulled you inside of the shower with him. He pinned you against the shower wall, kissing you hungrily. You moaned against his lips.

“I’ve wanted this since the day we met.” Charles admits breathlessly against your lips.

“Oh yea?” You say.

Charles turns your body around, pushing the front of your body against the shower wall. He kisses along your shoulders, up to your neck. His teeth bit down hard enough to mark you up. You gasped when you felt his hard cock against your ass cheek. His precum smeared against your skin.

“You feel what you do to me, darling?” His voice is husky. “You make my cock so hard.” He says in almost a whisper, grinding his cock against your ass for some relief.

He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it a couple times before rubbing it against your pussy, his tip bumping your clit, making you moan.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you and I will.” He says huskily.

“I- oh!” You paused when his tip circled your entrance. “I want you to fuck me, Charles.” You tell him. “Make me feel so good.” You say.

“I’ll make you feel so fucking good, princess.” He says.

A gasp left your lips when Charles thrusted his whole cock in your pussy. You didn’t realize he was this big. The stretch of his cock entering your pussy hurt a little, but it also felt good. You braced yourself by putting your hands flat on the shower wall as he started thrusting. His thrusts were hard and fast, but also loving. Charles’s hands were on your hips, bringing you back with his thrusts. He looked down, watching his cock thrust in and out of your pussy, covered in your slick.

“Fuck…” Charles moans at the sight.

Your moans were like music to his ears. He wrapped one of his arms around your waist and pulled you against him, your back against the front of his body. Your head fell back against his shoulder, letting the pleasure take over your body.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He admits.

“Mmm yea?” You hummed, your eyes fluttering shut.

“I’ve been watching you for a while.” He tells you. “You walking around the house in cute little dress. The way you bend over the kitchen table when you’re wiping it down after breakfast.” He lists off. “You make the littlest things innocent and dirty.” He breathes huskily against your skin.

You didn’t even care that he just admitted that he’s basically stalking you. Frankly, you couldn’t care less that he’s been watching you. To be honest, you like the attention he’s been giving you lately. It’s the most attention you’ve gotten in a while.

“I bet you’re enjoying this as much as me, aren’t you, honey?” He whispers huskily in your ear. “My cock deep in your pussy.” He says, kissing just below your ear.

You opened your mouth to say something, but a moan came out instead. Your mind was invaded by the dirtiest thoughts of what Charles could do to you. Pleasure taken over your body.

Charles’s free hand snaked up the front of your body, wrapping his hand around your throat, but not choking you. You let out a moan, loving the feeling of his hand on your throat. It turned you on even more. His other hand found its way to your clit, applying pressure and began rubbing it. Your pussy clenched around his cock, feeling his fingers on your clit.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned more in a whimper. “Charles…” You say breathlessly.

“Yes, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.” Charles says in almost a whisper.

“I-” You weren’t sure what you were even begging for, but all you know is that you wanted more. “More!” You finally said.

“You want more, darling?” His voice is a little raspy. “I’ll give you more.” He says.

His fingers applied more pressure to your clit as he rubbed it faster. Your clit was beginning to feel sensitive, but you didn’t really care at the moment. You just wanted to enjoy the feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit. He also sped up his thrusts. You could feel every vein of his cock rubbing along your walls.

Your legs started to shake a little due to the amount of pleasure you were receiving. You pressed your hands firmer against the shower wall to keep yourself from falling. Charles’s hand left your throat to wrap around your waist as soon as your knees buckled. His cock found your sweet spot with ease, hitting it repeatedly. That caused your orgasm to build up.

“Charles, I- mmm fuck! I’m going to cum!” You tell him. “Please let me cum!” You begged.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He says huskily.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your toes curled against the shower floor as you came on his cock. Charles fucked you through your orgasm and gave your clit one last rub before focusing on his own orgasm.

“Good girl.” Charles praises breathlessly. “Such a good girl for me.” He praises again.

He almost lost rhythm with his thrusts, but quickly regained it. A curse word left his lips as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. His cock stayed inside of you as the two of you caught your breath. His arm remained around your waist to hold you up. You leaned your forehead against the shower wall, enjoying the cool feeling of it against your heated skin.

“Looks like I got myself a cute little maid all to myself now.” Charles says, breaking the silence as he kissed along the skin of your shoulder.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[nekochan-9]

Yan!Samurai X Maid!Reader Headcanons

Context: This is the part 2, here's the part one → Part One

Content Warning:- 18++ Contains Some Yan themes.

Synopsis: you are assigned to the Samurai general Nereus as, his personal maid during a war after he killed his previous maid. You are supposed to tend to his every needs even those of sexual ones since he is a general who's leading the war and unmarried.

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Nereus X Y/N

★ Nereus always watched you,or shall I say that he always fantasized you?

★ Imagine those thick thighs of yours straddling his neck as you sat on his face,naked while he slurped those thick milky fluids flowing out of you with his tongue.

★ You would fondle your breast moaning his name and riding his tongue,while he slowly bit your clitoris and drank your arousal.

★ The thought your curvy body riding him while he laid on the makeshift bed in the tent got his dick standing erect yearning for your small cunt to cover it up.

★ His veiny cock coming in and out of you,bathed in both of your juices that's forming a ring at the base of his cock.

★ He can't help it he needed to get it off,he grabbed your used undergarments that he stole from your tent when you were out.

★ He put it inside his mouth biting it and slurping his tongue on it. His left hand grabbed the remaining edge of your undergarments and placed it near his nose while his right hand pumped his own dick in and out.

★ He bit,licked and sucked your used undergarments that still had some of your slick on it and he inhaled your smell as if it was some sort of nectar,his eyes rolling to the back of his head while he stroked his veiny cock harder. Imagining your small hands doing it while you sit on his face.

★ He could feel his release coming closer.His eyes rolling back,he strokes becoming harder and faster,his body jolts with a needy moan and finally a thick load of white cum burst out of his dick staining his muscular body and his bed ̶W̶̶h̶̶i̶̶c̶̶h̶ ̶y̶̶o̶̶u̶ ̶w̶̶o̶̶u̶̶l̶̶d̶ ̶h̶̶a̶̶v̶̶e̶ ̶t̶̶o̶ ̶c̶̶l̶̶e̶̶a̶̶n̶ ̶u̶̶p̶ ̶i̶̶n̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶ ̶m̶̶o̶̶r̶̶n̶̶i̶̶n̶̶g̶ . His hips vibrating from the intensity.

★ His dick was still pulsating and slightly red. It wasn't enough. Your undergarments and his perverted thoughts weren't enough. He needs more. He needs to see your soft and curvy body while he stroked his cock fantasizing you.

★ And then he remembered, 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉,𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒚,𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝒀 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭

Yes he send you off after sunset because he didn't want anyone else even for another woman to see your naked body which he only has access to.

★ He bit his lips and gripped his dick harder at the thought of you naked and defenseless. Standing up he wrapped himself in his coat and walked to the pond for the maids where generals were not allowed to go ,w̶̶i̶̶t̶̶h̶ ̶ ̶̶h̶̶i̶̶s̶ b̶̶o̶̶n̶̶e̶̶r̶

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Here's the part 2 → Part 3

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