#WHATINHELLISBADCOLLAB

[r0-boat]

Welcome home Masters!

7 Kings X Gn!Maid Reader

Hello this is my contribution too @mammonsmaster's WHB Collab!

Synopsis: Maybe working at a maid cafe in hell it was a mistake....

Cw: No sex but still smut because very suggestive, mentions of drugs, gambling, stripping, workplace harassment, workplace sexual harassment, MC is gender-neutral with feminization they are in a maid dress people, Reader is so fucking done, long as hell, mostly crack, silly fun

Enjoy Masters~!

Just a week ago, was the final nail in the coffin to get a job in hell.

The very idea of you working a job was heavily frowned upon by the Seven Kings who doted on you and 65 of their loyal servants who shared their very opinions. Even the money loving Bimet whose words you can still hear now that you type your resume "Don't soil your hands with work of the common when there are so many more ways that you especially could earn money." With the look of jealousy that would make even Leviathan impressed.

As much as you did here where they were coming from. About sudden angel attacks and hell still being dangerous. Becoming $1 million in debt because a devil at an Abyssos casino challenged to a game of poker was something. Instead of losing gold coins, the currency of Hell, and something you never had, the logical course of action was to go for the money in your earthly wallet. It was fucking traumatizing! You swore to yourself that would never happen again. As much as you are grateful for all seven of those kings to work for you to pay off your debt, the eye candy is so graciously enjoyed. You could still feel poor peepaw Solomon rolling in his grave every time you think about the $1 million you've never had that you lost.

The best thing about job hunting in hell Is that as soon as your resume hits the internet businesses from giant conglomerates in Tartaros to small Mom & Pop shops in Gehenna from cozy diners to strip clubs and bars flood your inboxes with messages offering you any amount of money with the greatest hours anyone could offer just for you to work under their roof. Because these devils knew that you were pretty much a celebrity, and wherever you went, potential paying customers would follow. So there you were, sitting on your bed, your golden laptop (gifted by You-Know-Who). You scroll through the plentiful options this job listing website has offered you.

You had no interest in corporations in Hell if they were anything like the ones on Earth, nor did you care enough to find out. Whether it's office work or on-site work, you are not working there, which was about 19% of applications you had to delete. You'd rather work somewhere smaller and less corporate.

You were not working in a place that worked with produced or was known for sex, adult toys, drugs, and alcohol. If you were already saying that just by walking down the street You did not even want to know what it was like working at a club or whatever Hell's equivalent of a Spencer's was!! And that was about 80% of the applications!!! Even some of the big companies fall into this category!

At the end of your mass deleting session, you were left with about 10 options that were currently hiring and had messaged you, at least one from each of the seven kingdoms.

Scrolling at the bottom and refreshing a page, another one pops up. That one caught your eye. It didn't have a lot of hours, but honestly, those were the ones you were looking for since you were trying to hide the fact that you even had a job. But it was also in Abyssos with morning hours, 3 days a week on weekdays. A humble cafe located at the end of a street corner, away from the large casinos and theme parks. As much as you were a little bitter at Abyssos for being the architect of your financial doom, this was the best choice. Out of all of the Seven Kingdoms, demons from Abyssos care about fun and in the moment more than anything else. The chances of you running into Beelzebub were far lower than in other countries; even if he was in this Kingdom, he wouldn't be there for long. Even if he did see you He would probably forget that you worked there after he left.

As much as you loved Gehenna, the chances of you running into Satan were very high; he knew everyone and was really popular with the devils who lived there. Satan, along with Mammon and Leviathan, were against you getting a job the most. So, who knows how mad he would be if he saw you on your shift? And his regular shenanigans are not really ideal if you just want peaceful shifts. Plus you can't imagine what kind of Karens the Kingdom of Wrath hosts.

Tartaros was a firm no. If you wanted to avoid large companies and corporate greed, honestly, you would stay 100% clear of Tartaros when it comes to looking for a job.

Hades sounds fine until you realize you will be working with envious devils. You can't imagine how bad the workplace drama could be. Not only that, the chances of Leviathan finding out are 99.9% which will lead you to a force transfer to his department, and by department, I mean wherever the fuck he feels like.

To work in Paradise Lost, you would need the permission of its king, and Lucifer would only agree for you to work there if it was underneath him directly. As tempting as it was, working in the medical department is terrifying, and you're not sure about working with a boss who you also bang.

Even though the chances of meeting Belphegor during your shift are lower than those of Beelzebub If you worked in Niffleheim, you would never have a break, a vacation, or even the day off; you can practically already hear the micromanaging. Belphegor was so eager at the idea of you working. He immediately offered, to his credit, a high-paying job to work in his castle, the benefits being "I don't fucking know..." And hours being "Forever I guess..." The job description very ominously being "Everything I need ya for Sugar. "

Abbaddon...

You let out a heavy sigh, lift your head out of your hands, and stare back at your screen. Your mouse had been hovering over the Cafe job listing for too long. Finally, you decided to bite the bullet and respond. The owner responded immediately with a casual and friendly tone. You're not sure if the lack of professionalism was refreshing or concerning. Is it a hell thing or an Abyssos thing that job interview didn't exist? But it was too late to contemplate now because the person who you assume was the boss pretty much hired you immediately over text. And informed you but in a couple days Wednesday You would come in at 12:00 And they'll teach you all that you need to know!

The cafe was "themed" after the ones on Earth They even had special events that lasted for a week every now and then. The owners were a middle-aged looking married couple. The husband who had slicked back hair and in undercut shook her hand very enthusiastically. Expressing his excitement to see a human in person. He had this innocent look in his eyes that made your heart melt He was probably hundreds of years older than you but he greeted you with such gusto. As he was yapping and rambling about his life in Hades and his dream to start a business blah blah blah- something from the back caught your extension. What you assume was the wife came practically stumbling out of the back room, You have the look of a cold-blooded killer on her face. She snarled when her blood red eyes landed on yours She didn't even say a word when she walked toward you before extending her hand, pinching the bridge of her nose her whole face scrunching up as if she was in pain. The husband beamed at his wife as if she was the most beautiful thing on earth. "Oh! That's Camilla! My beautiful wife! Sorry for her scary face She's nursing a hangover... Her old mates from Gehenna wanted to drink with her. She may look scary but I promise she's a sweetheart!"

Pink dusted her cheeks as she glared at her husband before muzzling his cheek, She put a hand on your head gently patting it before going to the back room.

You met the other part-time workers: a Young devil studying in a university in Tartaros, who seemed to be attached to you by the hip, her bright blue eyes looking at you like you were the most interesting thing in the world, Just buy her expensive jewelry you could tell where she was from. Her style was very up-to-date with Tartaros fashion with her golden name tag reading Xiulan. She mimicked you and every move you made with wide eyes and a big smile She was shy and didn't talk much but for some reason when it came to you suddenly she was just as talkative as your boss.

And an older man from Niffleheim with a lopsided name tag reading Kenji, who was the cafe's chef, who to this day you are unsure if he liked you or not. Every time he would see you running up to him with a big smile he would audibly grumble "Oh God, not you again..." But at the same time he would baked cook and feed you special dishes he made to ask how it tasted. But honestly did more micromanaging than Camilla and Lucian combined.

And all was well...

Until... The Day of reckoning...

A month into your job, your first event, Lucian your boss and Camilla's husband summoned you and the other part-timer as well a silence as ever Camila. "Okay this is very special! We all heard about The rulers of hell working as butlers at a shop on Earth". You tried to stop yourself from cringing when he mentioned.

"I think we should do the same! Instead of butlers, we can do maids!" Lucian said. Camilla smiled at his enthusiasm, with Camila taking measurements and Lucian with the shopping, You and Xuilan forcing Kenji to wear his goddamn maid outfit.

Besides Xuilan and Kenji getting into another fight during your lunch break when Kenji attempted to hand feed you only for Xuilan to Huff and bite it out of his hand, you yelled at both of them, and now they're sulking for the rest of their shift. You smiled as the bell above the door rang and two new customers entered. You skipped over to the new customer with your sweetest voice. You said, "Welcome home master!"

"oh~Is this some kind of roleplay?..." A familiar voice purred. Your eyes shot open... Oh fuck no.

You look up to see in all your horror. Not just one but two Leviathan and Beelzebub.

Leviathan's expression was unreadable. He looked down at you with wide, unblinking eyes, and his lips parted slightly.

Beelzebub's shocked expression faded instantly, replaced by a smug smile. "Aren't you going to see your masters?" He purred making you clench your fists. Hissing through your teeth, you respond, trying so hard for your customer service switch to flip. "Yes! Of course right this way." As you led them over to their table, you could feel holes being burned into your backside. As soon as you sit them down, that fake smile fades as you lean against the table to the both of them. Whisper screaming "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

Leviathan was oddly silent as Beelzebub spoke up for him, wrapping an arm around Levi. "Taking grumpy shut-in for a walk! Thought something That didn't have a lot of people was good for him. Could be asking you the same thing." You try to ignore Beelzebub leaning heavily to the right trying to get a better look at you.

You wanted them out now! And why the fuck is Levi so quiet... Usually, he's spitting poison or telling you how worthless you are, but he's just sitting there silently. His eyes never leave you, not even for a second, as you walk to grab a pen and notepad. Honestly, it's creepy as fuck the feeling that somebody is watching your every move, and you prefer when he's threatening to kill you.

In classic Beelzebub fashion, He orders one of everything on the menu. One. Of. Everything.

"And for you, master?" You turn to Leviathan, who just covers his face with said menu. You sigh, taking that as a no. As you head to the back, the burning sensation in your back does not leave. Kenji is there waiting for you on the other side of the wall. "Is that his majesty?" He whispers, and you finish this sentence with your palm and your hands as you give him the piece of paper with their order. "Leviathan and Beelzebub... Yea..."

Kenji looks at the paper in his eyes go wide. "Am I reading this right?"

"One of everything?? Yes."

Kenji rubs his eyes and he looks again.

"It's not changing Ken..."

"shit, I don't know whether to be excited or scared?" Despite his beefy appearance, the many scars on his body, and the fact that he looks like a yakuza member, Kenji takes pride in his cooking. Honestly, the only thing helping your anxiety-riddled mess is the fact that a muscular man like Kenji is in a frilly maid dress complete with a fake magic tail and ears that move.

Xiulan had already gone home since she usually opens. You saw Kenji going to the kitchen with Camilla. Kenji and Camilla looked so excited to get started. It seemed that they genuinely loved cooking. And when you tried to talk to Lucian, he just gave you a dismissive, "I don't care much for Hell politics... Whether they are kings, royals, or nobles, we treat all our customers like our Masters!" Lucian is way too committed to the bit.

The first five dishes come to their table, and Beelzebub's mouth waters at the smell. He takes a bite before you can see an idea popping into his head, and his lips curve into that signature shit-eating grin.

Oh no it begins...

"Miss maid, can you feed it to me~" Beel purred with the spoon still in his mouth. Which finally seemed to have awakened His majesty asshole of Envy. "You've already ordered everything on the menu fatass! Must you bother them even more?" Levi snarled.

You turn back to see Lucian, his eyes wide with sparkles, watching this whole thing. 'I thought you said you weren't interested in hell politics... ' You said internally before returning to Beelzebub. Taking a spoon out of his mouth, you scoop up some rice from the curry he ordered with the sweetest smile. "Open wide, Master!" Beelzebub is making sure to stick his tongue out,, too. Before he could take it off the spoon, Leviathan practically shoves him, putting it in his mouth instead of taking the food off that utensil. "Seriously, how annoying can you be? How is anyone supposed to eat if your hand feeding it?!" He glared at you, finally gently slapping your shoulder with the menu he had been holding onto this entire time. "Just get me one of your sodas!"

"Levi, if you wanted some food, you could have just asked..." Beelzebub said with a noticeable amount of annoyance. Whatever it was, it wasn't your problem as you tried so desperately to hide your exhausted side before you retreated back to the other side of the counter.

Around the afternoon, the cafe wasn't supposed to be as busy since The Abyssos nightlife was starting to kick up, and most devils were beginning to go bar hopping, clubbing, or gambling. Other than the two royalty on the side of the room, you were trying desperately to ignore. You served another table of regulars.

You smiled and greeted them with your usual soft tone, not forgetting to add 'Master!' at the end of it.

Leviathan's eyebrow twitched as he watched the whole interaction. Beelzebub had already cleaned his first round of plates while waiting for the other round of food. He was on his phone, texting. Leviathan stared at the hardly touched cup of cream soda. He slid his arm against the cup, slowly knocking it over the edge, some of that liquid splashing on a thigh. Hearing the noise, his head whipped around, immediately abandoning his current task and running to the King's (TM) table.

"Oh my goodness are you okay master?!" You ask You're so glad you keep a clean rag in your pocket. Levi's breath hatched when he felt your hands on his thigh pressing the rag against his pants. Staring down at you his pupils blown wide, How long have you been wearing this? How many more people had their eyes on you all day? 10? 20??

If it were up to him,, you would be serving only him. Dressed like this 24/7, with that sweet smile only for him, as you obediently cater to his every wish.

You press your rag harder on his thighs trying to soak up as much soda as you can. When your eyes dirt back up at him he grabs his teeth hoping you don't see the tent beginning to form in his pants. Once you are satisfied you move the rag to the table and then floor wiping up the rest of the spill. "Would you like me to get you more soda master to replace the one you spelled?"

Your voice snapped him out of his fantasy " what do you think? and be quicker this time You're as slow as you look " Leviathan huffed. You tried so hard not to grab the customer by the collar. As you left to go get a clean rag.

Coming back to the table your voice was sickly sweet as you hiss through forced smile "Oh my master is so clumsy~! Here!"

With enough force, you can slam down a sippy cup to make this table shake with a loud bang. Levi's eyes went wide, the loud noise making him jump back in his chair. His cheeks were dusted pink. He begrudgingly accepted the sippy cup without another word as Beelzebub busted out laughing.

When you finally finished serving your regulars You heard the bell on the door ring again this time It sounded like a whole group of people came in. When you rush to the door you wanted to jump out of your skin.

What the fuck.... Mammon and Satan?! Mammon hummed his eyes trailing up and down your body before giving you a whistle.

"Not sure which I'm more angry about, The fact that you went against what I said or the fact that you didn't tell me about it!" Satan raised his voice hissing through his gridded teeth but Mammon puts a hand in his shoulder. "If you don't like it then you can just go home, Beelzebub invited us to dinner, we should at least enjoy the food while we're here as well as the other services."

"fuck no I'm staying!" Satan growled smacking Mammon's hand off his shoulder.

Beelzebub You bitch! You internally scream as you whip your head around to see the man of your reckoning wave from the table they were seated.

"T-this way master..." You stuttered as you tried hard to regain that cheerful, ready-to-please attitude. "Master? I can get used to that!" Satan smiles wrapping an arm around your waist to feel how the dress compliments your body. Before walking ahead to his table, Mammon follows in tow but not before fully groping your ass on the way making you squeak at that moment, wondering if there is a hotline in hell for workplace harassment.

When they sit down you hear Satan, "Leviathan why do you have a sippy cup?"

"shut the fuck up short shit..." Leviathan mudders putting the cup up to his lips.

You wish your boss and coworkers could do more for you, but the fact is that they are kings, and there isn't a whole lot they could do about it... You didn't even bother bringing out menus as they were probably just going to eat whatever Beelzebub ordered prior.

You go to the back room to see if the second serving of food is ready, You look back to see all four staring at you; despite being clothed, you've never felt so naked as they undress you with their eyes. You knew exactly where Mammon was shamelessly staring. And they weren't exactly quiet either you could hear their shameless conversation.

"the maid outfit is nice... But... It seems a bit long and flowy. Something tighter around the waist... Hmm... Perhaps something to show off a little more assets?"

"lace?"

"ah yes! I didn't know you had such great tastes Beelzebub! "

"I pay attention where it counts!"

"It doesn't matter what they where everything is going to go on the floor anyway... "

"tch... No sense of style... No wonder you dress like that."

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH YOU'RE DRINKING OUT OF A SIPPY CUP!!!"

You knew these were devils but come on... You're on the clock... Surely they'll cut you some slack on the clock right?? When you walked past the door, Lucian ran up to you, holding your hands in his. "Which one is your boyfriend?" He said with a big smile on his face. "I- What?" You are so cut off guard by his question. "So if you are Solomon's descendant are they all your boyfriends?!" Lucian continues. You didn't like the excitement in his eyes. " Hold on honey Wait here! "

He smiles as he runs to the kitchen with a skip in his step. He comes out with the fake tail and cat ears That was on Kenji before. Looks like he was more than welcome to give those up. Lucian hum does he replace your maid headband with the cat eared one and hooked up the magical tail right to the dress. "There you go dear aren't you the cutest kitten!! Now since today is going to get slower for the rest of the day now go out there and make your boyfriend happy! "

He smiled pushing you back out the door as you were wondering what the hell just happened. Did your boss just sell you out? You can't tell if he was supportive of your love life or a bad boss for subjecting you to more horrors. He sounds less of a boss and more of a nosy grandma. You made the mistake of looking back to see half of lucian's face peeking out from the other side. You say as you walk back to the table. Mammon's eyebrows perked up when he saw the new additions to your outfit. "hm... Better... But my point still stands." He smirks his arms cross.

Beelzebub whistled "Can you give us a little twirl?"

Ignoring their comments you smile "I'm sorry It will be a little longer till your food. If there's anything else you would like please let me know."

Satan gave you a toothy grin patting his lap "Aren't you tired from standing up all day? Why don't you set in my lap?"

"S-sorry You're not allowed to touch the Maids." You stutter again You could feel your face getting flushed, You've gotten attention from customers before but with the kings it was another level, if this was on earth this would be sexual harassment.

"Sorry doll face but I think we already broke that rule. "Satan purrs.

Beelzebub seems to finally notice what you said about the food leaning on his elbow "Don't worry about the food, we're waiting for more. "

"M-more?" Your eyes widened

"Oh yes, more." Mammon grins. "You're not just going to get a job as a cute little maid and expect us not to want to see it."

"You're welcome pretty." Beel chimed in making a kiss motion with his lips.

By the time your next break came around you sat in the break room your head in your hands, You swore this whole day was going to make you lose 5 years of your life. And it was about to get worse.

You could handle Lucifer and and Belphegor.

But... The devil you feared the most...

'The creature.'

There was no way 500 years he would miss the opportunity to see you in a maid outfit.

As much as he was sexy as fuck. That beast is terrifying.

But what you didn't think is how fast they would come in. Your 15 minute break ended. And you wanted to scream when you saw a Asmodeus walking in with a smile on his face coming from a portal carrying Belphegor piggyback. Lucifer following behind His eyebrows slightly raised as he looked around with interest.

By work policy you had to greet them.

Come on... Think about the paycheck, think about the paycheck, think about the paycheck, think about the paycheck, repeating your head like a mantra that would rival the Seraphim.

With a dead look in your eyes Your cat ears and tail which made Belphegore perk up from his nap and a curtsy that made Asmodeus bite his lip. "Welcome May I take you to your table?

'Oh God it's moving...!'

Asmodeus smirked smelling smelling fear.

"Aww No 'welcome home Master'~!"

You grit your teeth biting back the urge to strangle.

"He is correct you know. Aren't you supposed to be in character?" Lucifer unexpectedly chimes in.

'Lucifer you traitor!!' You sob internally

Belphegor resting his head on Asmodeus's shoulder, sneers "Aw ain't ya a shy kitty."

Your face red utterly shaking as you try so hard to summon every last ounce of fucks to give.

"welcome home, Masters~!" You gave them a cute smile.

The devils were too stunt to speak. Lucifer took a white handkerchief before pressing it to his nos. You saw a little bits of red staining the handkerchief when he folded it before threw it away into a nearby trash can when they walked over to their table.

You know in a fucked up way despite the torture and the more torture to come it was kind of nice seeing all the kings hang out like old friends. despite the abysmal difference in what's legal or not and the lack of overall morality they're no different from any other close group of friends

"Yup I'm definitely beating it tonight!" Asmodeus says with confidence Immediately tanking the mood.

"Honestly same." Belphegor mutters as he got off Asmodeus's back to sit in a chair.

There they were all Seven Kings... All eyes on you. A pack of hungry wolves watching a defenseless deer.

Levi grit his teeth at the empty sippy cup in his hand when you walk over to those same regulars who had been sitting there for a while now. Satan was grinding his teeth staring daggers at those poor devils

"um... Descendant of Solomon..." One of them asked his face red as he plays with his fingers a shy smile on his face His puppy love for you made your heart melt as his friend tried to hype him up. Leviathan rose up from his seat like a corpse from the grave, Satan's nails digging into the table looking like he was about to lunge like a feral animal, only to both pause.

"May I get a picture!" Your cute smile makes Satan grip the table his hand shaking trying so hard not to flip it. "Yes you may but you know the rules!" You practically skip over to a shelf grabbing the deck of cards.

"win against me in a game of poker! And you may get your picture!"

Poker might seem like a bad idea... Given that it was the main reason why you were here in the first place.

But you have changed since then... Countless nights mastering the game, all the harsh and painful lessons from your former poker Master Jjyu. Your hand still hurt, remembering that he would slap your hands with a sandal if you were to get sloppy.

Solomon would be proud of how quickly you destroyed those poor devils letting them leave dejected.

As you clean the cards back up You have made the mistake to turn your head around back to the only devils in the cafe now...

You did not like the look in their eyes....

......

You have trained for this moment... As they cleared off the table with empty dishes and freshly cooked food to place on another table nearby. All seven devils plus you. Playing a round of poker...

Each of the seven devils gets one chance, whoever wins. It is he who gets that photo.

[melzooted]

WIP for another project that applies to the event lol

@mammonsmaster collab 🔥

[bigassmoth]

WHB Maid! Mammon x Empress Reader Part 1

You are gifted a new maid by your husband in an act of political theatre in the midst of a war. Although unexpected- you find a way to integrate him into your plans.

Contains: Mutual attraction, smut, cheating/cockholding, anal fingering+tonguing, cunnilingus

You were in possession of the strangest maid in the empire. He was 6 feet and 6 inches of bronze muscle and sex appeal. His short black hair and honey-eyed adorned face had an air of softness that contrasted his mountainous build. Dressed in a “maids uniform” which you felt belonged more to a brothel as no self respecting maid would wear something so revealing and thin. And no maid would be forced to wear a golden collar and chain- no matter how dedicated to her mistress she was. Yet your unique maid bore both, his ample chest squeezed against the swooping neckline and his thick thighs threatened to rip the seams of his thigh-high translucent white socks. He looked at you with relaxed curiosity, unfazed by the surrounding buzz of gossip and humiliation. Or maybe that was just your imagination, seeing as he was kneeling in front of you and being forced to kiss your bare foot. It was certainly your imagination when his tongue darted out to lick are your sole.

Your maid was a political prisoner- a Princeling from another kingdom that is now undergoing public disgrace at the hands of your husband- the Emperor. It was a display meant to boost the morale of the increasingly anxious nobility– that not only was the Empire winning the war- they had secured a highly valuable member of the opposition and was now forcing him into servitude. Of course, your husband doesn’t take half-measures, and wanted to ensure the handsome Princeling would be completely emasculated by dressing and treating him as a maid. The only reason he was assigned to you was to further degrade him (and of course, so that you would be poisoned rather than the Emperor in case the Princeling finds access to such materials). And you were, as always, expected to play the role that was assigned- and this one was the domineering Empress. Your husband made a show of your captive’s obedience in front of the courtly audience- what should have been merely a jest was more for some of the men as you caught their squirming legs and flushed cheeks. This was a concern you had when your husband came up with the idea- that having a beautiful man made to dress in such a low-cut, short, frilly, delicate dress may inspire arousal instead of amusement. Not that it was worth voicing this thought to The Emperor. After playing up the joke past the point it was funny, your husband finally realized that the captive was no longer serving as a source of social empowerment. You were “kindly” asked to leave- as a woman had no need to hear about important matters like war, politics, and public infrastructure. When you stood to leave was when your maid made his first mistake- following your actions he reflexively stood and offered you his arm to escort you out.

The courtroom drew a breath, you sighed inwardly and yanked harshly at the leash in your hand.

“I do not permit my new maids to touch me for a month. Nor do I permit them to walk on two-legs for the first week. You may crawl out.”

Being as large as he was, no amount of pulling on the golden chain would jerk him around. There was a flash of something in his eyes- too quick for your to place it. And he slowly lowered himself onto his hands and knees. The courtroom went wild once again (some men perhaps because of the view of your maid’s backside). The Emperor was about to suggest you walk the princeling around but you were already on your way out- with your maid quite literally crawling after you.

Accompanied by your usual ladies in waiting and knights, you and your maid walked without interruption to your personal bedroom. It was only when Michaelia closed the door that you allowed the tension to leave your body and you collapsed face first onto your bed.

“Michaelia, Gabriella, could you two please grab some tea and snacks? Raphaela, please bring the largest robe you can find.” You issued your orders while beginning to strip off your jewelry and burdensome ornamental overcoats. Your newest “maid” was still on the floor- his leash on the ground where you had dropped it- looking confused. You sighed.

“My apologies, Prince Mammon. Please stand and make yourself comfortable at the table. We have a lot to discuss.”

-You Make a Deal-

“...and so once again, I apologize for my actions in front of the court. And for all future actions I take against you which will be purposefully demeaning. I implore you to consider it the price of our survival.” You finished your long-winded explanation and looked across the table at your conversation partner.

“Hm, I see. To be truthful I didn’t know this Empire hid such a capable person behind its doors.” Mammon hummed thoughtfully while sipping his tea. Your ladies in waiting were excused for the rest of the night while you discussed. The prince was now in a silk black robe and looked fully comfortable leaning against your plush chairs as if he owned the very room and didn’t enter it on all fours just 20 minutes ago.

“Please don’t describe it like that, Mammon.” You sighed into your cup of tea. He had taken all the news well, and seemed amused by your public display of dominance more than anything else. Much to your embarrassment, he found your method of survival to be charismatic.

“I have an aid of similar nature. It is a good quality- I assure you. It is merely a shame that your intelligence is wasted in your position.” He was genuinely sympathetic- and in your loneliness, it made your heart squeeze. You smiled at him, the giant who towered over you and pulled your chair out for you even before you apologized.

“So, how long do you intend to keep me- Master?” He was teasing you now- you groan.

“I will be rid of you as soon as I can,” You joke back and stifle a laugh when he huffs with indignation, “I have contact with a merchant, he will come through in a month and a half. Probably.”

“Probably?”

“He is a lazy merchant.”

“I come from a kingdom of merchants, they are far from lazy. What is his name?”

You sigh and give him the usual alias- Mammon sets down his teacup and thinks for a moment.

“I have never come across such a name…this is unusual- I know every major merchant and merchant company in the continent-”

“He specializes in herbs.” You didn’t want to say that you were familiar with a wandering assassin who sells out poisons, not aloud.

“Ahh, I see.” Thankfully the prince is perceptive. “Well, I will defer to your judgement on how to proceed and commit myself to playing the perfect role of maid.”

“Thank you for your cooperation.” You once again smile and this time stand up and offer your hand. “I look forward to our partnership in theatre.” Mammon likewise smiles and stands. His handshake is warm and careful, keenly aware of how his hand could damage yours with ease. Then he lifts it to his lips and kisses the back of your now ringless hand.

“I put myself in your capable hands, Master.” His voice drips with trust and sincerity and his eyes hold a look of affection as they study your tired but relieved face.

“Then, I am sorry to say, you should best be on your way to the cell. I had it prepared as comfortably as I was able- one of my knights will escort you there once he is finished with rounds.”

“And you?”

“I get to sleep in a comfortable bed, unlike others.” You joke with him but Mammon looks serious- and greedy.

“You have dismissed your ladies.”

“I have.”

“Yet you are still half-dressed.”

Ah. You had forgotten about that- in such a hurry to remove yourself of uncomfortable articles of clothing you were partially clothed in front of the prince with your hair and makeup in a smudged disarray. It was a miracle he took you seriously at all.

“My apologies, Prince Mammon. I was distracted by my earlier behavior and-”

With the grace of a predator, the man had sidestepped the table and pressed his chest into your back. He radiated warmth and gently guided you towards your bathroom with such confidence that you found yourself offering no resistance.

“Mammon what are you doing?” You barely manage to keep your voice steady, even though you want to naturally dip into a husky whisper.

“You need a bath, don’t you?” He answered back naturally and guided you to sit on your chaise before he started your water. “Oh, lavender and gold bath salts? That would be good.” He pours in a generous amount from your bath-supply stash at the foot of the tub. The water pressure is slow and you nearly correct him to say that he could turn it up and the tub would fill quicker. But his eager attitude has you silenced. You suppose you can always turn it up when he leaves. Yet he doesn’t- the prince turns around and returns to you where he kneels.

“Goodness Mammon, are you getting in practice for tomorrow?” You ask teasingly but a gasp leaves your lips when his hands begin to rub up and down your thighs. 

“I promised servitude, my master.” He whispered in your ear and moved his hands to your hips. “And presently, I am the only maid around to serve you.” Despite their size, his hands were agile as they began undoing buttons and laces, pulling apart your clothing piece of piece. You were overwhelmed by the tenderness- and eagerness- in his touch. Wordlessly you move your body to take off the clothes, giving him access to your skin. He is compelled to kiss you but presently he wants to admire you first. The more he sees the heavier his breathing gets, the more his hands try to hold. A beautiful gift that he is unwrapping and can’t keep his eyes off of. When you are completely nude before him, he cups your ass and pulls you flush against him where your bare skin meets the thin fabric of his silk robe. He opens his mouth but there’s a rapping at your bedroom door. The knight had arrived to escort him to the dungeon. You both huff in disappointment- it had been a stressful day and a bit of release would have been welcome. But aware of his precarious situation, Mammon removes himself from you with a sad parting smile. He wants to kiss you goodbye but knows his self control isn’t strong enough to stop himself from going further.

“I shall remember to grab my new uniform. Enjoy your bath.” He turns up the water on his way out, and your tub quickly begins to fill.

-Research-

“It is unbecoming of you to sit on the floor, master.” His voice is filled with concern. You frequented the library- your library- and in his frustration the Emperor had made a show of “borrowing” all furniture until it was nothing but shelves of books. Leaving you to your current position, seated on the floor with a ledger detailing war spending.

“I am an unbecoming empress, sharing secrets with an enemy prince. Now stop focusing on the floor and read.” You scold him- this had been a difficult piece of intel to get your hands on after all.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Wh- What- war is run on money, Mammon. You should look at our financial situation for future use-”

“It doesn’t matter. Tartarus will always have more money, all money that flows through war returns to Tartarus anyway.”

Ah, you wanted to punch this arrogant bastard. Before you can so much as ball up your fist, Mammon lays on his side and faces you. His hands find your ankles and travel up your legs, bunching your skirts up as he goes. Your skin is only slightly exposed- multiple layers spill over each other even in his exceedingly large grip. Used to his flirty touches, you offer no resistance and continue to read the idiotic use of funds your husband engages in.

“Does it feel good, master?” He asks innocently.

“Hm? Yeah, it gets hot under there.”

“Does it? I often feel a breeze under mine.” That made sense, considering Mammon’s skirt was a glorified shortened petticoat that was designed to flounce with every step he took. He releases the skirts and instead rubs your ass as he continues talking. “It is inconvenient, is reminds me of how wet I am.” He continues nonchalantly. “Because I am always wet when I watch you, when I crawl after you I can see the shape of your ass from a good angle. If only all these skirts weren’t in the way.” He scoots closer to you, his breath hitting your knee. “Maybe it’s for the better. If it were tighter…thinner…or even bare- I think I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from crawling between your legs and making a meal of you in the hall.”

You couldn’t read. Your body felt hot and your mind a pathetic jumble of nothingness. You were certain he could feel your rapid heartbeat through his grip on your butt.

“Mammon-” Before you can tell him to restrain himself, he pulls you over his face.

“Make a meal, like this.” You barely catch his words before his tongue is on your underwear. You gasp and lean forward in shock, trying to raise yourself up. Mammon’s hands hold you steady- forcing you to sit on his face where he is hidden under your skirt. Even though the noise is muffled through your clothes, the wet sounds of his tongue and your sex make you shiver. You are torn, half-heartedly trying to remove yourself from his face- and you accidentally move his skirt to lay on his stomach. The sight makes you wetter. Mammon has foregone underwear and opted to wear only his sheer black tights. True to his word- there was a thick stain of precum from where his hard dick strained against the fabric. The tights cling to every contour of his dick and balls- you are sure that the entire hall had a perfect view of his ass and hanging cock as he crawled after you. 

“Master,” Mammons voice pulled you away from the erotic imagery he displayed, “You now have a seat. Continue reading.” Easier said than done as he ripped off your underwear and began to eat you out in earnest. While his tongue explored your pussy, one hand groped your ass and the other massaged your clit. You quickly clasped a hand over your mouth to stifle the moans that were coming out. Your maid was going to make you return to your room soaking wet without underwear. A perverted “seat” that refuses to let you focus on anything but pleasure. An orgasm was close, your hole fluttered and your thighs tightened around his head. Mammon groaned in appreciation. Wanting to touch him as well, you stroked his cock through his tights– and was sent forward on your hands and knees with a swiftness that left you dazed.

“You shouldn’t touch something so dirty, Master.” He scolds you, parting your thighs, and once again rubbing tight circles around your clit. “As your personal maid, I should probably punish you for dirtying your hands.” He mused- and his tongue licked from the dripping tip of your clit all the way to your asshole. You reflexively tense and cry out, Mammon stops touching your clit to grip your hips.

“Wait- That’s-”

“I know what it is. This is punishment, you can come after I have had my fun here.” He is excited, frightfully so. You knew he had a thing for your behind, his persistent groping and ogling made it obvious, but to be so forward and-

He is licking the rim of your hole, and uses his thumbs to force your cheeks apart when you instinctively clench. The noises you made only fueled him- sounds of confused arousal as you tried to grapple with new and perhaps forbidden pleasures. He pulled away to dip two fingers into your cunt- loosened from his tongue- to scoop out your slick.

“No one else has touched you like this?” His voice is a deep purr that makes your head feel foggy.

“No.” You answer shortly as you can feel one of his wet fingers tracing your asshole.

“That is fortunate for me. I can’t have your firsts from there, but I can take your firsts from here.” He pushes in a finger to the first knuckle and swirls it around. Mammon was a greedy man, he wanted to be your first and your last. Not because of your perceived purity- he was far from the type to care about such a thing. But by virtue of being an experience belonging to you- it irritated him that another should have it.

“Then- I want you to take it.” You managed to look over your shoulder back at him. Mammon’s dick jerked under his skirt. He swallowed thickly and began panting like a beast.

“Thank you, Master. Press your chest against the floor- yes, good. The higher your hips, the deeper I can go.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek and then reintroduced his tongue along with his finger. You cried out purely in pleasure. In your mind it was simple- you hated your husband and giving sexual experience to another was a petty way to get back at him. It certainly helped that your maid was handsome and skilled as well.

He had one full finger pumping in and out of you with ease as you relaxed into the sensation. You wiggled your hips in time with his hand, moaning shamelessly. After several minutes of a steady pace, Mammon remembered this was a ‘punishment’ and withdrew his finger. Witnessing your now opened asshole nearly made him cum. He took several deep breaths to calm down the fire in his belly. But you had other plans.

“Mammon, put it back in and touch my clit. I can come like this if you put in proper effort.” Your ever-dignified commands– he cums so hard that the front of his white apron is now stained with moisture. Between loud gasps and groans he manages to choke out,

“Yes, Master.”

@mammonsmaster thank you for hosting this collab! I'm excited to read the works of my fellow writers now that I'm (sorta mostly) done!

[tokkiiecloud]

MAID BAEL!!

This was very fun too make! I wanted to do Minhyeok too but I was too tired sooo have only Bael for now! I focused on making him look cute, and I used two different references! ^^

Sketch pageeee+random page w/ my mc

And the Timelapse!

[notquitebunnie]

💕 Maid Gabriel 💕

Here's my contribution to the collab! It was fun drawing him and his 🍑, I nearly flashed a fellow classmate with it- don't mind me lmao.

Unfortunately I don't think I can finish Remiel and Satan's pieces in time 😭 I might still upload them when I'm done with them tho.

I would put my timelapse here, but Medibang doesn't separate timelapse of different art pieces if you switch in between them....

[jazzingout]

Maid for you

Solomon X Sitri(kinda), flirting but nothing nsfw, Sitri in a maid outfit

Sitri hummed as he smoothed his skirt. He stared at his reflection, smiling softly as he imagined Solomon’s reaction. The skirt reached his ankles, mary janes all shiny and polished to perfection, the apron tied with the perfect bow around him. On his head was a white lace headband that held his hair out of his face.

Sitri hummed softly as he began walking to the kitchen, where his first task of the day began; making tea.

He set the kettle on the stove and began his second task of the day; making breakfast for Solomon. He happily chopped the ingredients to go into Solomon’s omelet and made sure it was ones that he would enjoy.

He truly hopes Solomon appreciates what he is doing for them.

~-~-~-~

Solomon yawned as he slowly sat up in bed, the sun shining into his room and as he slowly opened his eyes, they landed on Sitri in front of him.

He blinked in surprise as he looked at Sitri, who wore a long sleeved dress with a white apron, white lace headband and holding a tray as he smiled at Solomon.

“Good morning Solomon,” Sitri said softly, looking at him all so sweetly. “I made you breakfast.”

Solomon blinked before smiling back at Sitri, who’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. “What a pretty maid I have here,” Solomon purred, leaning forward onto one of his hands. “Is this maid going to feed me too?”

“Of course I can, if it’s what you wish,, I have many meals made and-”

“I think I want something thick, creamy, and meaty~.”

Sitri blinked before his cheeks flushing deeper and blinked a few more times before Solomon noticed the skirt of his now maid had a tent.

How fun~.

[rharsh1213]

Eligos as Takashina Ranto from boys be maid! (for the maid collab)

you can check out boys be maid in twitter, its jp but there are fanmade eng translations

[mydahliarose]

Decided to make another one with strawberry themed for the whb collab🍓

Edit: strawberry brush qr code for the background

[notquitebunnie]

A little sneak peak(rough sketches) of maid Satan and Gabriel for the collab lolol ⬇️

⚠️ Warning: Slightly NSFW for Gabby's ⚠️

I promise to finish this soon, please wait for meee @mammonsmaster 😭

[bigassmoth]

sneak peek for @mammonsmaster 's maid collab (I dont usually do this but it's a long one so) (Contains: NSFW, fem reader, oral, suggested anal)

“It is unbecoming of you to sit on the floor, master.” His voice is filled with concern. You frequented the library- your library- and in his frustration the Emperor had made a show of “borrowing” all furniture until it was nothing but shelves of books. Leaving you to your current position, seated on the floor with a ledger detailing war spending.

“I am an unbecoming empress, sharing secrets with an enemy prince. Now stop focusing on the floor and read.” You scold him- this had been a difficult piece of intel to get your hands on afterall.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Wh- What- war is run on money, Mammon. You should look at our financial situation for future use-”

“It doesn’t matter. Tartaros will always have more money, all money that flows through war returns to Tartaros anyway.”

Ah, you wanted to punch this arrogant bastard. Before you can so much as ball up your fist, Mammon lays on his side and faces you. His hands find your ankles and travel up your legs, bunching your skirts up as he goes. Your skin is only slightly exposed- multiple layers spill over each other even in his exceedingly large grip. Used to his flirty touches, you offer no resistance and continue to read the idiotic use of funds your husband engages in.

“Does it feel good, master?” He asks innocently.

“Hm? Yeah, it gets hot under there.”

“Does it? I often feel a breeze under mine.” That made sense, considering Mammon’s skirt was a glorified shortened petti-coat that was designed to flounce with every step he took. He releases the skirts and instead rubs your ass as he continues talking. “It is inconvenient, is reminds me of how wet I am.” He continues nonchalantly. “Because I am always wet when I watch you, when I crawl after you I can see the shape of your ass from a good angle. If only all these skirts weren’t in the way.” He scoots closer to you, his breath hitting your knee. “Maybe it’s for the better. If it were tighter…thinner…or even bare- I think I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from crawling between your legs and making a meal of you in the hall.”

You couldn’t read. Your body felt hot and your mind a pathetic jumble of nothingness. You were certain he could feel your rapid heartbeat through his grip on your butt.

“Mammon-” Before you can tell him to restrain himself, he pulls you over his face.

“Make a meal, like this.” You barely catch his words before his tongue is on your underwear. You gasp and lean forward in shock, trying to raise yourself up. Mammon’s hands hold you steady- forcing you to sit on his face where he is hidden under your skirt. Even though the noise is muffled through your clothes, the wet sounds of his tongue and your sex make you shiver. You are torn, half-heartedly trying to remove yourself from his face- and you accidentally move his skirt to lay on his stomach. The sight makes you wetter. Mammon has foregone underwear and opted to wear only his sheer black tights. True to his word- there was a thick stain of precum from where his hard dick strained against the fabric. The tights cling to every contour of his dick and balls- you are sure that the entire hall had a perfect view of his ass and hanging cock as he crawled after you. 

“Master,” Mammons voice pulled you away from the erotic imagery he displayed, “You now have a seat. Continue reading.” Easier said than done as he ripped off your underwear and began to eat you out in earnest. While his tongue explored your pussy, one hand groped your ass and the other massaged your clit. You quickly clasped a hand over your mouth to stifle the moans that were coming out. Your maid was going to make you return to your room soaking wet without underwear. A perverted “seat” that refuses to let you focus on anything but pleasure. An orgasm was close, your hole fluttered and your thighs tightened around his head. Mammon groaned in appreciation. Wanting to touch him as well, you stroked his cock through his tights– and was sent forward on your hands and knees with a swiftness that left you dazed.

“You shouldn’t touch something so dirty, Master.” He scolds you, parting your thighs, and once again rubbing tight circles around your clit. “As your personal maid, I should probably punish you for dirtying your hands.” He mused- and his tongue licked from the dripping tip of your clit all the way to your asshole. You reflexively tense and cry out, Mammon stops touching your clit to grip your hips.

“Wait- That’s-”

“I know what it is. This is punishment, you can come after I have had my fun here.”

[mydahliarose]

"Shhh~ theyll hear your beautiful voice if your not quite angelica~" 🃏

Inspired by the butler event