#((get in the maid uniform good sir!))

[yuutryingtowrite]

Yandere!Maid who looks at the castle in front of him, then the flier in his hands, then the castle again. Unless there was a typo in the address, the job interview should be here. He hesitantly uses the bat shaped door knocker and waits...This place looks so creepy and ominous, was this a prank ? Was it to scare him? Seriously? Sigh…He has had enough of being treated like a fool. As he continues his descent into frustration, bitterness and self-pity, he doesn’t hear the door opening. Nor does he see the butler standing at the entrance until he hears a: “Sorry for the wait, my kind sir. Are you here for the housekeeper position?”.

Yandere!Maid who thinks the butler is telling him a load of bullshit. According to him, the owner of this place is a vampire in search of additional staff members. He resists the urge to scoff. Whatever, if the “mistress” wants to take part in some weird role-play, then so be it as long as he would get paid. The same guy tells him to “please take a seat” in the living room and that “mistress will come and attend to you in a moment”. Soon after his departure, the air shifts. Black particles float around until it materializes something, or rather someone. The poor boy shock and confusion quickly turn into enchantment. Fuck, you are totally his type. This is bad, he can feel his face burning. “Shall we go to my office?”, you ask with a smile.

Yandere!Maid who hates you. Who hates the fact that your personality matches your looks. Who hates how much control you have over him. The other day, your...pet sneezed on him, so he needed another uniform. “It seems that I only have a female one left ”, you told him. “There is no way in hell I am wearing that”, he sneered. “But wouldn’t you look cute in it? Besides, it is either that or cleaning with your normal clothes on until your new uniform arrives here-” “Alright, shut up, just give me that”, he abruptly took the offending dress from your hands and went to change. Since that conversation, his work attire has fully transitioned to said maid outfit. Maybe he becomes a bit too proud of himself whenever he catches you staring at him. And maybe, just maybe he wants to give you a nice view by bending down and taking his time “to clean the table” whenever he knows you are behind him. He will never admit that though.

Yandere!Maid who, one day, demands asks you about your eating habits. As soon as you answer, something regarding animal blood, he turns oddly quiet. You are about to ask what is wrong, but then he surprises you by climbing into your lap. You watch him get comfortable and, with trembling hands, undo the first buttons of his dress. The cherry on top is him pulling on its collar a bit to show a silver of his chest. He now avoids eye contact as he waits for you to take the lead…You are still just looking at him, so, with a blush becoming darker, he snaps at you: “A-are you stupid or something ? Do you want me to spell it out-” “I am just enjoying the view”, you respond with a teasing smile. Before he can sputter more insults, you grip his chin and tilt his head to the side, exposing his neck to your hungry gaze. “But if you insist…Thank you for the meal <3”

Yandere!Maid who has his face buried deep in his pillow while he tries to calm his flustered self down. After you finished drinking from him, he hurriedly got up and scurried to his room without so much as a word. The more he recalls the embarrassing noises he made in front of you, the more mortified he becomes. It was not his fault, it just felt really good and you even pulled him closer and tugged on his hair and-He whines and squirms in his bed as he feels his body turning hot again like that time. The action causes him to feel a sharp sting on his neck. He freezes. That is right. You marked him. You marked him. You marked him.

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Don't drink from anyone else, ok?

[f10werfae]

Bucky’s Bimbo Babe

pairing: Rich!Bucky Barnes × Maid! Bimbo!Reader

summary: Bucky fucks his cockdrunk maid and makes her his forever, even planting a baby or two in the process, (Mean!Bucky) (Dom!Bucky (Requested by @arxyos )

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“Fuck doll, come up here and give your man a kiss, I know you want to” Bucky swooned looking at his cockdrunk maid on her knees for him, her cheeks puffed out, full of his milky cum; that was all for her. Her uniform ripped down the middle, exposing her breasts and soft stomach, her swollen clit peeking out of its lips. Letting her cum covered tongue mingle with his.

It all started 2 hours ago when Y/n helped her boss into his house, his metallic arm swaying at his side until she mended him back to help. His cock already twitching seeing her in her uniform, a white shirt two sizes too tight and a skirt which was basically a belt, I mean the man had to have eye candy somewhere; where better than his own home, and a woman that has to tend to his every need.

“S-Sir your uh- your thingy is all stiff again? Would you like me to massage it again?” She said pouting at the mere idea of him being in pain again, the last time his parts had gone all stiff, he had asked her (well more told her) to watch porn in front of him so he could get off to seeing her Pussy leak all over his bedsheets. “Would you do that for me doll? You’re so pretty and nice” He cooed running his thumb over her cheek as he watched her lift up her skirt politely, getting onto both knees in front of him.

“Wait two seconds” He groaned leaning forward and ripping her uniform straight down the middle, I guess one of the perks of having a metallic arm. His grin widening at the sight of her tits, nipples hardened and the soft skin of her stomach on his display, fuck just the thought of how soft she was and how good she smelled got him even harder.

“Okay go on pretty” He sighed feeling her hands slowly fist his cock, her cheek nuzzling against the side of it, letting his pre-cum lather all over her cheeks; wanting nothing more than to be covered in all the milk he had to offer. “You like feeling my cock on your face?” Bucky couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the frown on her face, his babydoll was never a fan of such vulgar language, preferring to keep things “classy”

“It feels nice n’ warm” Within seconds her lips started sucking onto his bulbous reddened tip, before she opened her mouth with her tongue out, giggling happily as Bucky leant forward and let his spit dribble into her waiting mouth; words of praises leaving his mouth watching her swallow gratefully. Reattaching herself to his cock, she let Bucky’s hands caress the back of her head, his fingers rifling through her hair as he continued to spit praises and mocking insults at her. Occasionally spitting onto her face and smearing it because she was his “dirty girl” and thats “how he liked it”

Y/n hummed at the salty taste of her master, her tongue lapping over his hole before circling his head, her hands stroking whatever bit of his length she couldn’t fit into her mouth; her lips peppering kisses all over it cutely just to tease. “Can feel it twitching sir, you’re feeling better!” She smiled happily, sucking even harder this time, her spit and slobber covered face making her face shine in the soft warm glow of the salt lamp.

“Mhm you’re making me feel so much better sweetheart, fuck, your mouth is so warm and tight; bet your pussy feels even better huh doll?” Y/n didn’t even have enough time to reply before her mouth was stuffed to the brim with all of his milky goodness, some even threatening to spill out, her eyes tearing up as she started to swallow it bit by bit; as Bucky leant forward, beginning to clean up her face by licking it madly before he said.

“Fuck doll, come up here and give your man a kiss, I know you want to” Bucky swooned looking at his cockdrunk maid on her knees for him, her cheeks puffed out, full of his milky cum; that was all for her. Her uniform ripped down the middle, exposing her breasts and soft stomach, her swollen clit peeking out of its lips. Letting her cum covered tongue mingle with his.

Her mouth pursed onto his and he tasted himself on her tongue, when finally Y/n took his tongue between her lips and began sucking it as if it was his cock, both their spit landing on each other’s chins as Bucky let his sweet doll take control for once. Her naked pussy lips giving his cock a warm snug hug as she humped on him desperately, her bare tits pressed tight against his chest as she whined and whimpered for more.

“Spit in my mouth baby, just like I did you” He groaned opening his mouth as she shyly leant over and let her tongue dribble into his mouth before he then sucked her tongue in turn, “I think she wants some of my milk too huh? She’s so pretty n’ puffy for me doll”

“Please oh God yes” Y/n breathed out setting herself onto her knees, as Bucky felt his cock enter her hot wet hole, bottoming out inside of her as his heavy balls slapped her pussy with each gentle thrust. The curls nestled at the base of his cock roughly scratching her clit, making her jolt at each sensation. “I’ve got you doll, i’ll take care of you, my sweet girl, would do anythin’ for me wouldn’t you” He cooed smoothing her hair back as she whimpered and bounced herself up and down steadily, her hands palmed onto his chest as he begged for him to kiss her. “Please I need t-to kiss- woah- kiss you while I-I”

“While you what baby?”

“While I fucking cum damn it!” She squealed once his cock hit that one spot inside of her, his fingers reaching behind her to rub at her puckered backdoor, feeling it wink each time her pussy clenched around his length. He’d ruined her purity and ruined her well, that’s what she was made for, him. His cum painted her walls white, just the sheer amount of cum had caused her stomach to feel full, with it already dripping out of her warm honey centre.

Her body rocked back and forth rapidly, riding out her high as Bucky finally gave in and plastered his lips onto hers, pulling away to let the saliva connecting their lips fall onto her full tits. Both of his hands massaging and pushing them together, letting him lick up her cleavage and into her waiting mouth, her tongue outstretched with her eyes practically rolling around her head.

A creamy mix of their juices at the base of his cock where her pussy was still engulfing his length, her walls milking him for all his worth.

“T-too sensitive” She whined as his vibranium thumb started toying and pulling at her rubbed raw clit, her hands clawing at his pecs, her lips drooling onto his shoulder as her mouth gaped open at the amazing burning sensation of overstimulation.

“I know you can give me one more petal, just one more and we can go to bed” Bucky whispered kissing just below her ear, taking in the perfume she was wearing, his other hand rubbing up and down her back soothingly. “Y-your bed? Together?”

“Yes together, and you’re never leaving it, not with the condition you’ll be in” He chuckled watching her mouth form an ‘O’ as he rubbed soft but deep circles onto her swollen nub, his other hand caressing her stomach already imagining her swollen, for him.

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PSA: This is my first Bucky fic. EVER. So I hope you guys enjoy it and hopefully i’ll write more for him! Another instalment of the bimbo universe i’ve now created😭

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[gladiatorcunt]

summary: rafe cameron x afab maid!reader

cw: titfucking, rimming/ass eating, collaring, power imbalance/dubcon, no real face slapping but reader gets rafe’s rings pressed into their face, gun mentions, rafe talks about wanting to do a line off reader’s tits, throwaway implication that his dad saw you, general rafe-esque warnings 💀, very plotless & possibly ooc (i’m new to the show but i’ve been lurking for a bit), rafe spits on reader, slight dumbification/objectification, hate sex coded but that's more bc i have a love/hate relationship with rafe, he calls reader a bitch once and a also a slut once, use of good girl

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This stupid carpet is hell on your knees. Not that there was any time to pull a pillow down under them, you were pulled into the room and shoved down so fast you got dizzy. You’re brought out of your ruminations by a rough palm seizing your face in its grasp and squeezing. 

Rafe huffs, leaning forward to make sure he didn’t miss the way your eyes widened as his fingers tightened. His gaudy rings are going to leave impressions on your cheeks but it’s hard to care about that right now. One second, you’re dusting off the son of your employer’s bedroom, and the next you’re getting a wad of split slung on your face. 

Your pussy decides to be a traitor and clench in response. 

“Sorry ‘bout that………” Rafe trails off, flicking the spit off your cheek like he was picking at a persistent hangnail. 

The apology is as insincere as it could be but something about the bored inflection in his tone gets you wet. 

“It’s fine.” Your “ice princess facade” as he’s called it  falls apart a tad, an embarrassing heat blooming throughout your face. 

He seems satisfied with his attempt at amateur art and scoops the rest up with two of his fingers. He doesn’t ask you to clean them off, just shoves them in between your plump lips without a word. 

“You’re so fuckin’ messy, being such a shitty maid right now, you know that, babe?” He hums, giving your face one final squeeze. 

You’re not even sure he knows your name, he sure doesn’t act like it. All he does is coo at you condescendingly as you suckle on his fingers, telling you how much better you are at this. Once you’ve done an adequate job of polishing them off, he pulls the digits away and gives you a weak love tap. Rafe’s obviously wanting to wring something else out of you. 

You hate that your first instinct is to say “Yes, sir?” 

You also hate that it’s what actually fucking comes out of your mouth. 

The grin that splits his mouth reminds you of the only time you’ve ever successfully caught a mouse in an old fashioned trap. A vermin that used to disgust you until it stayed and you gave it a name. And then your mom has to turn you away from the sight of Jacque’s tiny body cleaved in two. 

“Get those fucking clothes off, now.” He orders you, palming himself through his khakis. "And toys don't talk back."

You roll your eyes and comply. You ignore Rafe's ramblings about how he wished his dad made you wear one of those skimpy made costumes without underwear, that he way he could stare at your pussy whenever you bent over. The door is wide open, you know you could just make a break for it if you wanted. But you kind of like how the humiliation twists your stomach in a knot. The air in the room gets so much hotter when you focus on the large bulge in front of your face.

As soon as your uniform is lying on the hardwood floor in a rumpled heap, your tits are being squished together. Rafe takes several moments to weigh each globe of flesh in his hands.

"Pretty tits, always wondered what they looked like under that stupid uniform. Wanted to make a mess of you so bad but you had to be all fuckin' stuck up and prissy." He hisses, digging his nails into your breasts.

He massages them in circular motions, forcing them to press together like he could cum untouched to the sight of it alone.

You obediently stay silent as you watch Rafe stagger to his feet and wrestle his leather belt out of his pants. His bottom lip is being toyed with to the point that tiny drops of blood are peeking out of the skin. The leather makes a thwack! sound as it passes through the final belt loop and flops around. Rafe continues to eye your tits like a hawk as he wraps the belt around his hand and kneels down to your level.

He tilts your head up with one finger under your chin, "This is going around your neck, okay? I don't have a leash to go with it, but I'll get one for next time."

You open your mouth to speak or maybe to moan at the vision of the expensive leather tensely coiled around your vulnerable neck like a snake about to strike. The warning look he gives you shut you up, but your damp panties made you want to push him further.

"Don't move a muscle."

The belt was warm to the touch, probably because of all the hours Rafe had spent on the golf course or wherever his "business" takes him. You stay perfectly still as he curled it around your neck, having to wrap it around you again due to the length. The metal belt buckle clicked as he fastens it, tugging it firmly to test how tight it was. It definitely feels like a weight baring down on you, but you seem to be able to breathe so he steps back again.

"There we go, pretty bitch just for me."

His pants fall to the ground unceremoniously, revealing the cock you may have had a stray wet dream or two about. Crowned by neatly and clearly obsessively trimmed hair, it looks about 7 inches and thicker than your forearm. His cock has a slight left curve, with a couple prominent veins and an almost reddish-pink colored tip that puffs out at the sides a bit.

Rafe's cockhead catches the drool that embarrassingly leaks out of your mouth, and you kitten lick the slit as you stare up at him through your lashes. You want to smile at the punched-out groan emanating from above you, but he might slap you for getting cocky, it wouldn't be unwelcome.

"You like it, babe? Yeah, I bet you do."

He brings your hands up to your tits and you pick up on what he wants you to do. Anticipating Rafe Cameron's needs is part of your job after all. You scrape the sides of your chipped painted nails against them as you softly cup and squish the globes together, creating a perfect pocket for him.

"Good girl." He chuckles, ruffling your hair like you were his pet.

He savors the wet slide of his cock through the valley of your breasts. You hold them impossibly closer together, ignoring the discomfort by getting lost in the game of peek a boo his tip is playing with you during every thrust. A near constant stream of precum is flowing from the silt and ending up all over the tops of your tits.

Rafe pants as he speeds up his thrusts, his pupils expanding as he takes in the spectacle of you hot dogging him with your tits. For how preppy he likes to act sometimes, he sure does seem to enjoy painting you with his bodily fluids. He weaves his hands down from their deadly hold on your hair to pinch and flick your nipples.

" 'G-gonna cream all over these gorgeous tits, get them messy, then snort some coke off your nipples after.”

It doesn't take as long as a man like him would prefer before he's spilling all over your heaving chest with a sound so inhuman you'd think he was possessed.

You're past caring if he sees you hungrily open your mouth as wide as possible in the hopes of catching some of his cum in your mouth. You grind your sopping wet cunt against the floor when you do, and fuck it tastes better than it has any right to.

A quiet 'shit' rings out and the room spins as you're swiftly flipped on your stomach. Rafe crowds behind you and yanks your hips up. You don't think much of it until you feel warm breath on your ass. You jolt in surprise, and he gives you a light smack on both cheeks before spreading them with his thumb.

"Bet you thought I wanted your pussy, huh? Well, this tiny hole right here looks much cuter, you can't blame me. We'll get you some cute plugs." Followed by a flat tongue licking a stripe over your rim. He gives your hole a strangely soft peck and then teases the tip of his tongue past the entrance.

You squeal, which you'd be mortified by if the sensation of Rafe's tongue filling up your ass didn't feel so good. The way he curls it and jabs it deeper between your cheeks in short busts is running a huge risk of causing you to go insane. It's like he's exploring every nook and cranny, you should be laughing because the man that treats you like a back-alley whore is up to his ears in your ass. His groans and grunts are muffled but they give you the confidence to be louder.

He drags his face away and hangs his tongue over you until a load of saliva drips down onto you. You shiver when it meets your hole. A high-pitched moan comes out when he massages it into the puckered skin with his thumb.

He dots sloppy open-mouthed kisses up and down your rim, nipping the flesh as he goes.

"I would say it's gonna be too tight, but sluts like you can take anything, right?"

You're too busy nodding to notice the sound of shoes hitting the floor in their rush to get away, or that the person wearing them softly closes the door behind them.

[holylulusworld]

Compensation (1)

Summary: No one messes with Walter Marshall.

Pairing: Mobster!Walter Marshall x fem!Reader

Warning: angst, mentions of being attacked/attempted sexual assault, mentions of violence against the reader (not Walter), scared reader, blood, gore, implied character's death, injured reader

He’s a gruff man, tall and bulgy. His expression is unreadable, but there is a hint of anger in his eyes when he roams your body. He crosses his thick and strong arms over his wide chest, making him look even bigger.

“Do you know why you are here?”

He cocks his head and looks you up and down. You must look ridiculous in your worn-out shirt, bleached jeans, and old sneakers. Usually, you wear a maid's uniform and try to stay invisible. Walter Marshall is not the kind of man whose attention you want to draw toward you.

“Y-ou wanted to see me, Sir, Mr. Marshall,” you murmur, afraid to speak louder in his presence. He’s an intimidating sight. His curly neck-length hair makes him look a little softer, but you know, he’s far from being a soft teddy bear. “Miss Chase told me so.”

“Hmm…” He nods thoughtfully and uncrosses his arms. He steps toward you, forcing you to back paddle because his size is even scarier up close. “You’re the maid causing trouble.”

You move your hand to your throat, touching the bruises one of the guests left. Walter follows the motion, and you drop your hand to your arm, only to wince again.

“Take off your shirt and pants,” he casually says. His eyes glued to your face. “You will soon find out that I do not like repeating myself. Shirt and pants off.”

You whimper. This is the worst-case scenario. If only you shut your mouth and forgot about your attacker. Now you’re in trouble even though, it was not your fault the man believed he could have everything inside his hotel room. Including you.

Eyes dropping to the ground you kick your old sneakers off. You unbutton your jeans and shove them down your legs. Walter follows your every move. You slowly take your shirt off, dropping it on the ground. Your arms wrap around your trembling form out of instinct when Walter steps closer.

“Hmmm…” he moves his large hand to your throat, carefully touching the bruises. He moves his hands to your bruised arms, before dropping them. Walter circles you and suddenly jerks his head toward Rachel. “I want you to inspect her thighs and ankle.”

He points at your bandaged foot.

“Yes, boss,” she says and hurriedly moves toward you to slide her hand over the bruises the man left on your thighs. She crouches down in front of you, touching your ankle. You yelp, and whimper in pain.

“That will be all, Rachel,” Walter grunts. He points at your clothes and sneers. “Take this with you. Bring it to the room.”

Your eyes fill with unshed tears. You try to not cry, knowing this will be the last day of your life. “Yes, boss.” She grabs your clothes and hurriedly walks out of the room.

“Doctor, take care of her ankle. Susan, get her new clothes. Something comfortable,” Walter barks orders at his employees while you're standing there, frozen to the spot. You don’t know what’s going on but having Walter Marshall’s attention can’t be good.

While Susan, a woman you never saw before flits out of the room, another woman, steps toward you. She asks you to sit on the sofa and helps you lift your leg onto the couch.

You clamp your lips shut when the doctor removes the bandage to examine your foot. She tries to be careful, but it hurts, nonetheless. “Definitely sprained. She needs a rest; ice and I’ll prescribe painkillers.”

“Doctor,” Walter nods at the doctor. “Susan, what do you have for me?” He sighs when Susan carries two dresses inside the room. “Susan, I said comfortable, not—” He points at the dresses and huffs, “this…whatever it is.”

“I thought…you like your women in sexy clothes,” Susan stammers, fear written all over her face.

“You’re dismissed for today,” Walter waves the woman off. He looks at you sitting on the couch for a second before he takes off his warm and comfortable knit sweater, leaving him in his white undershirt. “Here put this on.”

Your eyes round watching Walter step toward the couch. He sighs as you simply stare at the fabric in his hands.

“Fine, let me do it.” You whimper again when he helps you put the sweater on. He hums when you look at him with teary eyes. “I need you to tell me what happened two days ago, at that hotel room in my casino.”

You nod and cringe as another painful noise leaves your lips. The doctor started to bandage your foot while you stared up at Walter.

“I was making my round like every night. Chanel called in sick, and I had to handle more rooms. The last room left was 128,” you sniff, and look away. “I believed the room was empty, but I knocked to be sure. No one answered, so I entered the room and started cleaning. I had to change the sheets. They were dirty. I fluffed the pillows, refilled the mini-bar, and wanted to start to vacuum the carpet when the guest suddenly emerged from the bathroom.”

“He shouldn’t have been there,” Walter rubs his beard. “If you hear the chambermaid knocking, or entering your room, you let them know you’re there.”

“I apologized, and asked if he wants me to leave,” you choked on your words. “He smirked and stepped closer. I stepped away because he was only wearing a towel.”

Walter squares his jaw when you tell him that the man grabbed you by your arms and forced you on the bed. “I can’t…please…”

You shake your head, refusing to tell Walter more. “How did you…escape?” He questions, and you fear all he’s interested in is to make things up to his wealthy guess.”

“He had his hand around my throat, and I tried to fend him off. I grabbed the lamp and hit him,” you sniffle. “He tried to…” You whimper. “I didn’t mean to hurt him, but he wanted to hurt me.”

“You broke the lamp,” Walter grins when you look at him with wide, fearful eyes. “Thank you for it. It was one ugly lamp. My ex chose them. Now, I have a reason to replace them all.”

“What? I…” You don’t know how to react. “I can pay for the lamp.”

The usually broody man laughs at your words. “I want you to let the doctor fix your ankle. After she fixed it, you’ll come with me.”

You nod. What else can you do? He’s your boss and one of the most dangerous men walking on this Earth. For the public eye, he’s a successful businessman, owning a casino, clubs, and several restaurants. In secret, he’s the head of the local mob.  

“Mr. Jacobs,” Walter waltzes inside the room, still in only his white undershirt. He guides you inside the room, smirking as your eyes land on the man restrained to a chair.

It’s the guest attacking you. He looks like someone put him through the wringer. The man is slumped in the chair. His eyes are swollen, and his nose looks like it’s broken.

Blood covers his bare upper body. Someone carved a sign you've never seen before into his chest. He coughs heavily, as he looks in Walter’s direction. The man can barely see anything but tries to show respect to Walter.

“Sorry for the wait,” Walter smirks darkly at the man.

“I’m sorry…” the man begs. “Sorry…so sorry.”

“You see,” Walter says and wraps his thick arm around your shoulders. “You came to my town and touched one of my best employees. If you wanted a whore to suck your cock, you call the service. We have ladies waiting at the bar to be at your service.”

“Sorry…” the man babbles again. “Sorry, Mr. Marshall.”

“You are not forgiven,” Walter growls. “No man touches a woman in my town against her will. Especially not under my roof, you piece of shit.”

The man only whimpers. Avoiding looking at the man you drop your gaze only to see more blood on the ground, along with three teeth.

“He’ll never hurt you again, Princess,” Walter murmurs in your ear. “He dared to sniff around your apartment too. Can you believe that bastard? He comes to my town and dares to touch what’s mine!”

You don’t know if Walter punished the man attacking you because he hurt you or for his ego. All you want is to forget about what happened and curl into a ball on your bed. Maybe hide from the world for a while, or like ever.

“My men found him in your bedroom. He dared to touch your underwear,” your boss yells at the man. “What do you want me to do to him? Name it, and I’ll do it.”

“I want to go home,” you murmur. “Please.”

“Princess, this man was in your home. He touched all of your things. You cannot go home. Who knows what he did? I want you to stay in the room I prepared for you. The doctor wants to check on you later too. No discussion.”

Clamping your mouth shut again, you nod. He doesn’t give you a choice. Men like Walter Marshall never do. He’s used to ordering people around. If you want to keep your job, you’ll just follow his order and get through this. You survived worse.

“Get rid of the leftovers,” Walter casually orders the death of your attacker. He guides you out of the room, murmuring your name as you are too scared and confused even to think. Why would a man like him kill someone for you?

Part 2

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[paradiseismine]

His Favorite, part 2 - Miles Fairchild x reader

Love note from Nina: I wanted to write some more of that Miles and naughty maid storyline, so here it is.

Pairing: Miles Fairchild (The Turning) x f!reader

Warnings: all smut, slight breeding kink, degradation, imbalanced power dynamics. Is this a bit too much? idk let me know

Being the little creep he is, Miles always made sure the maids working at the manor were young and wore the shortest skirts possible. He also ordered them to always clean the floor on all fours and wear thin white underwear as part of their uniform. So, following those “rules”, there you were: scrubbing the living room floor, all alone.

Miles had gathered all of the other maids in his room, as they were required for a “group uvular check” - his code to have them take turns sucking his dick. On those “checks”, he’d judge their cock sucking skills and slam his dick on their faces one by one, while the others were forced to watch.

You weren’t called in for that “task”, which left you all by yourself doing the housework for the last half an hour or so. With a brush and a small bucket full of soapy water, you couldn’t help but sigh, slightly angry at the situation.

Until you heard the door softly swing open.

- There you are - Miles approached you from behind, lightly touching the fine fabric of your white panties. His touch made you shiver and wet your panties instantly.

- Are you done fucking the other maids’ throats? - you spat, jealous, as you sat up on your knees, no longer on all fours as he had found you.

- Yes, and I’m ready to fuck your pussy and dump my cum in it.

- Why didn’t you just cum in their mouths? - you crossed your arms and batted your eyelashes at him, displeased.

- Women’s pussies were made for men to cum in. Why would I waste my cum anywhere else? - Miles kneeled to look into your eyes as he spoke. He delivered his words as if you were stupid.

- Well, I wasn’t invited to your throat fucking party, which left me here all alone doing all of the housework. - you complained, frowning.

- Of course you weren’t invited - he grabbed your chin. - You’re not ugly and stupid like they are. Your cunt is the best one of the manor. Why would I cum inside those ugly bitches’ throats, when I can cum inside your delicious creamy pussy?

You blushed. Miles weren’t one to throw compliments, this was already unusual of him. Your frown softened instantly, and Miles studied your face for a few seconds, intrigued.

- Stand up and open your mouth a little - he ordered, standing up as well.

You did as you were told, still a bit confused.

- Good. - he said.

Miles’ face approached yours as he inserted his tongue inside your slightly open mouth, giving you a sloppy kiss.

He NEVER kissed any of the maids before. You closed your eyes and enjoyed his tongue dancing inside your mouth, fantasizing about him eating your pussy.

- Panties off - he ordered, cupping your pussy for a second as he broke the kiss. You were wet through your panties and he could absolutely feel that with the smallest touch.

You immediately lifted up your skirt and slid your panties down your legs, discarding them on the floor, for the other maids to find later. They were always so jealous of you for being Miles’ favorite.

He guided you to the couch and touched your back, gesturing for you to bend over.

As you did so, Miles unzipped his pants and rubbed his cock, already slick with the other maids’ saliva, into your clenching, needy pussy. That girth never failed to bring a moan to your lips. Inch by inch, he entered you, rolling his eyes at the feeling.

- How do you remain so tight if I fuck your pussy every chance I get? - he asked, hand wrapped around your hair like a horse rein as he thrusted.

- I don’t know sir, I just love taking your cock - you moaned, rolling your hips back at him. - I love having a nice warm load of your cum inside me…

- I bet you do - Miles chuckled, giving your ass a good smack. - I bet you’d love to get knocked up by me, wouldn’t you?

- Yes sir, I’d love that very much…

- All the bitches on this manor would, that’s why I don’t cum in their pussies. But you’re different…

- Yeah? Am I better than them? - you moaned in response. Feeling all stretched out by Miles’ cock was heavenly.

- Ugh, this is the best cunt I’ve ever cum in - Miles groaned, his curly hair bouncing around his face. - So warm and soaking wet, always soaking wet for me, aren’t you, my favorite little slut?

- Yes sir, always dripping wet for you, always desperate to be filled with your warm cum inside my whoreish pussy - you moaned, rolling your hips while getting impaled from behind.

- Now that’s a good cumwhore - he praised. - Always eager to take my load into you cunt, aren’t you?

- Yes sir, always…

- Then take it, slut - he thrusted faster and faster, and you could faintly hear him panting behind you.

Soon, that divine warmth invaded your soaking cunt, his load so thick and creamy. Miles’ grunts and moans as he came inside your pussy were surely a delight to hear.

- All filled up to the brim - he removed himself of your pussy. - Maybe next time I’ll have one of the other maids lick you clean, it’d be a good view, don’t you think?

[badbtssmut]

free use maid || taehyung ?

“Thank you for waiting. You are speaking with Jessica. How may I help you?”

“Yes, I would like to order a cake.” Taehyung spoke, his hand moving to the back of your head to push your head onto his cock deeper.

As he spoke, his other hand moved up your uniform, pulling the straps off your shoulders so they hung loosely around your torso. He pulled his hand back once you had stopped sucking on his cock, leaving your uniform hanging around your waist as it got in the way.

“Of course. For how many people?”

You placed your lips over the tip of his cock and ran your tongue around the head before sucking on it lightly. He groaned above you, telling you that you were doing a good job.

“75, it is for a business event.” He replied.

You stroked his shaft with your fingers while your head bobbed down on the tip of his cock, sucking it deeper into your mouth.

“Certainly. Did you have any flavors in mind?”

“Vanilla.” Taehyung pulled his cock out of your mouth, he tilted your head back and rubbed his shaft against your face; you could feel how wet it was from your saliva and his precum.

“Does the same go for the frosting?” She asked.

“Actually, how about two smaller cakes, one vanilla, one chocolate?” He changed the order.

The conversation continued on, and Taehyung stripped you off his clothes, before pulling you onto his lap. His cock peeked out through the open space in his pants after he had unzipped it.

Taehyung hung up after the order was completed, and he turned on the large TV, mindlessly changing channels until he found a show he liked.

Your back rested against his chest, while his hands roamed all over your body. He moved one hand up to your chest, palming one of your breasts in his hand while his other hand moved down to your stomach, slowly moving lower, and he circled your clit with his fingers. He pushed a finger inside you, feeling your wetness.

He removed his finger and brought it to his lips, sucking on it before pushing another finger inside you.

His other hand still moved to your breasts, squeezing and rubbing one while his other hand moved faster on your clit. Your hips moving on their own, meeting his fingers as he finger-fucked you.

Taehyung soon had enough, and he pulled his fingers out, now replacing it with his cock. He pushed it inside of you and gripped your hips. Once inside of you, his hands moved away, resting his arms behind his head while his legs spread wider, letting him sink deeper into your pussy.

You placed your hands on his thighs, using it as a leverage to push your body up, before coming down hard on his cock, causing him to groan. You started riding him, bouncing on his cock while you moaned.

Your movements were sloppy at first, but they soon turned to perfect circles that left you in ecstasy as you rode him. You continued to bounce on his cock, not caring how loud you were as you fucked him, pleasure overtaking you.

Taehyung rested the back of his head on the sofa, closing his eyes as you rode him.

“Deeper, I want every single inch of this cock inside of you.” He spoke in between heavy breaths.

"Yes, sir.” You replied.

Your thighs started to hurt, and you were sweating as you continued to bounce on his cock. Your hands rested on his thighs for leverage, moving faster, trying to get more out of the cock inside of you. You could feel him hitting your deepest parts with each bounce, and it was driving you crazy.

Then Taehyung grabbed your thighs and he lifted your legs up in the air, your feet dangling as he bounced you on his dick, causing you to scream in pleasure. You held onto your legs, your arms wrapped around them as he moved you on his cock.

“Oh, oh, please fuck me, please fuck me, sir—oh, don't stop, please don't stop—“ You whimpered.

His thrusts were deep and fast, and he had you moaning loudly as his cock filled your pussy to the brim. The couch underneath you squeaked with each bounce, and you could hear how wet you both were from the noises.

Taehyung let out a pleasured hiss along with a series of swear words, before you felt his cock twitch inside you. He kept bouncing you on his cock, riding out his orgasm as you watched him cum inside you. You whimpered at how much he was filling you up, and once he stopped moving you fell limp on top of him, letting his cock slip out of you.

Your hair was stuck to your face from the sweat, and you could feel how wet your body was from the ride.

“Get yourself clean, I expect dinner to be served shortly.” Taehyung said as he zipped his pants back up.

You did as you were told, going to the bathroom to clean yourself off, before dressing yourself again in your uniform and going to the kitchen to find something to prepare.

[bangtaninborderland]

MYG - Secrets In The Sheets

Genre: smut, maid reader x mob boss Yoongi, 18+, REQUESTED

Warning: mentions of guns and death, spanking, oral (f&m receiving), penetration, hair pulling, choking.

A/N: thank you for requesting this! I had so much fun writing it! I hope you enjoy it please let me know what you think I always do try my hardest to make requests as good as possible.

BTS MASTERLIST

Yoongi sighed, tossing his keys atop the small glass table, and sliding his shoes off along with his jacket.

God, he needed a drink.

He shuffled over to the small drinks table he had installed in the corner of the living room overlooking a rather dark Seoul, picking up a bottle of whiskey not bothering to read the label as he poured himself a glass. It didn’t matter what it was called nor how strong it was, what mattered was the few moments of peace he felt as the liquid slid down his throat, a light burn in its wake. A small piece of relief in his rather hectic and unusual life.

He chucked remembering how Hoseok had explained that stress was his own fault, “Hyung.” The younger had called up, running in front of him to open the sleek Mercedes. “You know, you wouldn’t be so stressed if you took a holiday. You don’t always have to be a mob boss.”

“Hobi you know I couldn’t leave, probably end up with a bullet in my head on some random beach. You know I don’t feel like being fed to the fish thanks.”

“So uptight Hyung, get home safe.”

“Always do.”

He loved his team as much as he refused to admit it, his team were his life and he would step in front of a thousand bullets to protect them.

He placed his glass down, unbuttoning the top button of his black shirt. You could tell the fabric was expensive, but then again - everything about Min Yoongi was expensive.

He was about to settle in his study preparing to go over the mass amounts of paperwork that built up over the past week when he heard a shuffle in the upstairs bedroom.

Without a second thought, he pulled out his gun, checking the bullets before heading up the stairs. Eyes searched every corner of the house as the noise grew louder, what was once a slight shuffle now being muffled moans.

Definitely fucking weird.

He watched his steps, careful not to move too fast to alert the intruder to his presence, hand pressing his bedroom door open before returning to hold the gun properly.

He was taken back in absolute shock as he watched the maid laying on his bed, legs spread wide as her fingers disappeared inside of herself. Her other hand gripping the crisp white sheets.

Walking over to you he did the only thing reasonable, he held the gun against your temple. Eyes hard as you jumped in surprise before registering the barrel against your skin. Your face falls, overcome with a clear look of fear. “M-mr min.” You stuttered. Legs fold over themselves to give you some cover.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Yoongi spat, nudging the hun further against your head. “I don’t pay you to fuck yourself in my bed I pay you to fucking clean.”

You whimpered, pushing yourself into the bed further to make your frame seem smaller. “I- I’m sorry I just I I’ll leave please sir I’m so sorry.”

“What got you so desperate that you couldn’t wait?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his curiosity taking over as his eyes raked around your body. You felt your nipples harden against the fabric of your uniform, your thighs coated in wetness.

He tore his eyes away, mentally shaking his head, he may have been a ruthless killer but he had some decency.

Your eyes wandered around, a hint of embarrassment in them. “It- y-you Mr. Min. I was just cleaning the spare room and a box fell and the… the toys fell out and I… I’m sorry I’m so sorry.”

He sighed, removing the gun from your temple, flicking the safety on before placing it on the table close enough but still out of reach. “What was it that turned you on?”

“What?” Mr min I do-“ you stuttered being cut off as yoongi placed his hand over your mouth.

“The only thing I want to hear from you is an answer. What got you turned on.” He tutted, tongue licking at the corner of his mouth as he pulled his hand away. Resting it atop his hip. “Well?”

“The- the vibrator sir.” Your face was flushed, the embarrassment only worsening with every moment you were trapped underneath Yoongi.

“Why?” He was genuinely confused, his little toy box housed an array of toys, ranging from relatively simple to more complex, degrading.”

“I.. uh….” Your voice grew quiet as you mumbled out her explanation. “I thought about you using it on me.”

“My maid is fantasising about me fucking her?” Yoongi smirked, an idea already forming. “I suppose you want to keep your job huh?”

You sighed, that was something easily answered. “Yes, Mr Min.”

“Okay, only if you let me give you what your pretty mind was thinking about.” He sits on the end of the bed, expressing nearing bored as he continued his mental assessment of your body.

“I don’t- I can’t.” You looked away, not bothering to move but not as settled. “It’s wrong Mr Min.”

He shook his head, a wicked smile tantalising the maid. “Call me Yoongi, I won’t force you, sweetheart. If you want to go you know the house better than I do, I can give you a recommendation I’m sure someone else would love your…services. However, you could give yourself what you want most and keep your job.”

Yoongi lets you have a few minutes to think, never wanting to force someone. “If…if I took you up on your offer…would we get to do it more than once?”

He shrugged. “It depends on you and if it’s good.”

“I think I can be of satisfaction to you Sir.” You pouted, lightly offended by his comment.

“Now don’t pout, why don’t you show me how else you can use those pretty lips?”

“You really want me, Mr Min?” You giggled shyly, it was no secret Min yoongi was a wanted man. Anyone who had the privilege of seeing the man wanted a taste of him, both men and women alike would take their shot throwing all kinds of compliments and date proposals at him only for him to reject every single one of them.

“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true darling.” He rasped, watching you drop to your knees was a fucking sight. He wasn’t a bad man, not in that sense anyway, but he knew a beautiful woman when he see one.

“Want me to take your cock out, Yoongi?” Your tone had a dangerous lilt to it as you said his name for the first time, If he wasn’t hard before he was now.

He nodded, resting his hands behind him to keep him steady. “Do whatever doll.”

You relished in the cute pet names he had easily been addressing you with. You didn’t respond to him verbally, instead, your hands went to his belt buckle, undressing him as fast as you could. You wanted to moan the second his cock sprang free, the length and thickness both much better than you could ever have imagined. “Fuck.”

“Like what you see?” He chuckled, he was very aware of his body, of how good he looked.

“Love what I see.” You corrected, looking up at him for consent before continuing. He gave you a small nod once he realised what you were asking, once he did your hand was wrapped around his cock pumping him a few times. “What do you want from me Mr min?”

“I told you, darling, I want to see what that pretty mouth can do.” He winked, throwing his head back as you brushed your finger along the tip of his cock.

“Well then Mr min, I won’t keep you waiting.” You smiled, lips parting around the head of his cock, tongue swirling around a few times earning a groan from him.

You felt his hand upon your head, he didn’t push you down instead he lightly brushed your hair from your face. “God you’re fucking amazing.”

You responded by hollowing your cheeks, taking his cock as far down your throat as you could, even pushing a little past that point to show off. “Fuck your mouth is like heaven.” He groaned, thrusting upwards a little making you gag.

You recovered quickly, ignoring the feeling of tears pricking your eyes as you continued sucking his cock, hand wrapped around the base massaging the length you couldn’t fit. He let you sit there for a few minutes, his hand running through your hair, gripping it gently every time your tongue swirled around the tip, before lightly parting your cheek. “Off, my turn.”

You pulled off, making a ‘pop’ sound as you did. “You’re turn what?” You panted, your own arousal still growing.

“I want to see if you taste as good as you look. Lay down on the bed.” He patted your thigh, waiting for you to situate yourself on your back before he pushed your legs apart, making room for himself between them. “Every part of you is fucking beautiful, I might just have to keep you here forever.”

“All for yourself Mr Min? isn’t that selfish?” You teased.

“I’d like to see anyone try and touch what I claim doll, everyone knows to stay away from whatever the mins own.” He chuckles, shaking his head as though surprised and your comment. “Shuffle closer.”

You carried out his request, pushing your body closer to him, letting your eyes flutter closed as his breath grew heavier against your skin. He started at your thighs,, kissing and licking every now and again choosing a particular part to bite down on, definitely leaving marks. “More.” You whispered, hand reaching down to pull him closer.

Everything stopped and you opened your eyes, confused by the lack of touch. As you did his hand grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Patient girls get nice things, do you want me to show you what I do to girls who demand darling?”

You shook your head, mouth dry and eyes a little fuzzy. “N-no Yoongi.”

“See I knew you were smart.” He smiled, moving back to his previous position. This time you let him carry out his torturously slow pace, trying to keep as still as possible. The last thing you wanted was for him to stop.

Eventually, he moved higher, his lips heaving over your labia and whether you meant to or not you bucked your hips at the sensation earning a slap to your thigh. “Still. Don’t disturb me.”

“Yes, Mr min.” You whined, fisting the sheets to keep you grounded. “Sorry.”

Once again he brought his mouth to your cunt, tongue licking a long stripe between the folds. “God.” You groaned, relishing the way his tongue swirled around your clit.

He was good with his tongue, too fucking good. He covered your pussy with his mouth, both sucking your clit and using his tongue at the same time to flick the bud repetitively giving you no time to catch your breath. His hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you trapped against him.

“Yoongi- too- ah fuck too much too much” you screamed, hand pushing at his head to move him away.

Despite his smaller frame, he was much stronger than you, your fighting did nothing against him if anything it only encouraged him more as he slid his tongue into your hole. “I’ll cum right now yoongi fuck wait.” You thrashed around, the pleasure overwhelming you.

Your orgasm was winding around your stomach, with just a few more stripes of his tongue you’d be brought to a mind-blowing orgasm. You would have been but you weren’t. He pulled away just before you could be pushed over the brink, your orgasm dwindling away. You’d never been edged before but the smug look on his face when you opened your eyes initially wanting an explanation somewhat calmed you.

The look he wore told you what you need to know, he wasn’t ready to be done.

“I want to see you riding me. Think you can handle it or are you done already.”

“Please.” You huffed, brushing your hair out of your face before pushing him backwards, his body landing on the bed with a light thud. “Give me a little more credit Mr Min.”

“Someone’s got a little confident?” He raised an eyebrow “Condom. Top drawer.”

You rushed off the bed, handing him the packet. Within a matter of seconds, you were back on top of him, his eyes dark, focused, watching you align his cock with your entrance.

His energy was everything, dark, alluring, dangerous but even so he was still smug and the thing about you? You could be smug too. You smiled back, practically a grin as you slid down, tightening your walls around him as much as possible. “I’ll show you confident Mr min.”

You ground your hips in a circle before beginning to ride him, his cock filling you up perfectly. “Come here.”

He pulled you down to him, placing a rough kiss against the corner of your mouth before locating your lips properly, you riding him made it a little more difficult but still his grip around your throat was firm, keeping you close enough to explore your mouth with his tongue.

You moaned into his mouth as he thrusted his hips upward, his free hand grabbed your ass cheek, slapping it hard enough to echo throughout the room. You pulled away from the kiss, biting his lip. “Want you to fuck me.” You gasped, legs growing tired.

He flipped you around, your body pinned beneath his. His cock slid inside of you easily, your pussy dripping with the need to orgasm. He fucked into you, your eyes rolling back as he pressed into you further. “Fuck you’re so warm, so tight.” His voice was raspy, rough.

“Slow, slow please.” You mumbled, already too fucked out to speak clearly.

“Whatever you need petal.” He mumbled, his hips rolling against you, his cock filling you most deliciously. Every antagonising stroke sends your nerves haywire.

“Who knew the pretty maid could be so dirty hm?” He slid his length out leaving just the tip, pausing for a second before ramming into you, a resounding scream tore out of you. “I used to want you cleaning, used to see the way you’d bend over right in front of the cameras. You’ve always been a little tease, haven’t you? Wanted me to come and bend you over my desk and teach you a lesson?”

“Wanted- wanted your attention.” You stuttered in between moans.

“Let’s see how that works out for you doll.” Without warning his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly around the sides, only enough to make you dazed. His hips snapped against you relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping filling the room accompanied by your moans and slurred words.

“S’ good” you babbled, nails scarring down his arms. “gonna cum.”

He reached down, kissing you effortlessly silencing your screams. “Cum for me sweetheart, cum around my cock.”

With a few more thrusts you were pushed over the edge into a blissful orgasm, everything went fuzzy. You felt him grow erratic, his thrusts slowing down as he filled the condom. “Fuck.” He groaned as he pulled out.

You whined at the loss of contact, still out of it. “Let me get a cloth to clean you up, love.” He explained, disappearing for a few seconds before returning with a black cloth. You winced as he helped clean up the mess between your legs. “Do you want a shower? You could have some clothes?”

You nodded. “Later. Was it good?”

“It was fucking amazing.” He chuckles, placing a kiss on your forehead before flopping down next to you. “Sheets are a fucking mess, the maid is going to have fun cleaning that up.” He winked.

You slapped his arm, laughing. “Shut up. You can clean these it’s your fault. I can’t believe you held a gun to my head.”

He shook his head. “Actually if you weren’t having a world of fun in MY bed we wouldn’t have done that. I was surprised you didn’t run away the second I did that, sometimes I can be a little erratic forgive me.”

“Please don’t remind me it’s so embarrassing I really didn’t think you were going to be home until later and I swear I would have changed the sheets. It’s forgiven by the way, it’s not as bad as some things I’ve seen working here.” You’d grown used to an awful lot over the five years you’d worked for Yoongi but you stayed because he wasn’t a bad man, he treated you respectfully.

“Thank you.” He smiled. “and don’t worry about it love we all do things we aren’t proud of.” He sighed, his voice was softer than usual.

“Wait, you said it wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t catch me.” You sat up on your elbows, eyes wide. “You weren’t tempted one of the many times I teased you?”

“More than you know. Felt like an uncontrollable school boy watching you.” He laughed, hand threading through your hair.

“Well, the schoolboy got top marks on the exam.” You giggled, playing along.

“Who said it was finished? That shower is still an offer.” He winked, standing up with a hand out.

You groaned, slipping your hand into his.

Min Yoongi may have been a vicious crime lord, a dangerous killer, and a powerful businessman but he was also the best boss you’d ever had, him having a great cock and high stamina was just a bonus. A very big bonus.

[staycait]

Hot 'n High..

!!!NSFW WARNING!!!

You're a maid working for Master Diluc, you've been working for him for over 3 years now, and he's had his eye on you for that timespan. Secretly in love with you and secretly in love with him, the two thought they didn't want each other. But one of them had to make a move.

MINORS DNI

"To be bent down over Diluc Ragnvindr's desk as he rams your brains out of you.. Ah.. What a dream!.."

"(name) your assigned task today should be cleaning Master Diluc's Office Room.. Could you please go get it done?" As always you did whatever Miss Adelinde said. Working for Diluc Ragnvindr for over 3 years and still not knowing your schedule and your assigned every day task was very embarrassing for you. So Miss Adelinde always reminded you whatever task you had for the day.

Going up the stairs to his office would bring a chill down your spine, but you had no say as you were just a mere maid working under Diluc's roof and care. This thought remained inside of you forever.

Putting down your cleaning supplies as you open the door to his office room, you were surprised to see the door open itself. Oh, Master Diluc opened it for you! What a gentleman he is. You thought to yourself and gave him a kind smile. Of course he smiled back. Who wouldn't want to anyway?

You immediately got to cleaning when he shut the door behind you. And you swore you heard him lock it. You were paranoid thinking of things he was to going to do to you if you messed up a bit(and a bit turned on), but you knew he wasn't a bad guy. And he would just help you out! So you let that feeling shake itself off.

A calming deep voice broke the silence, "Your work is incredible, I'm thinking of giving you another raise. What do you think darling?" He then went behind you and held you by your waist while you do work. You blushed at the feeling of his hands around your waist, you were even more flustered at the fact he had called you "darling". You didn't know how to react at the current situation so you continued cleaning his desk, this time, more faster.

"S-sir this is the 3rd raise you've given me in 5 months. I think it's too much.." Stuttering as you spoke.

"Ah, but you're my favorite maid! Why would I want to not make you feel special? If you don't wish for it, then how about a bonus? Hmm, Mon Amour?" He turned you around to face him, God he looked so handsome so close. You then saw him leaning towards you. You thought he was gonna kiss you but he didn't do it. You guessed he's a teaser.

He then stopped his grip on your waist and..

..He carried you instead as to make you sit on his desk and turn you around to face his side. Pulling you towards him. You were looking every where but his eyes. His face. You didn't wanna make any type of eye contact whatsoever. Flustered and confused at what was going on, you thought it was best to avoid making eye contact. He cupped your face and started kissing you.

You felt uneasy at first, but succumbed to him eventually. He was such a good kisser, you even thought that he has done this before which in fact, he hasn't.

Taking off your uniform, you tried taking off his clothes as well. Everything was happening so quickly and you didn't have time to process things but you liked how things were going anyway. He pulled away from the kiss just as when you were starting to like it.

"I.. I just want to make sure I have your consent. If you want me to stop, tell me. All right?" "Okay."

You were only in your underwear. Your panties soaked from your own wet sex that Diluc's hands entered in. Slowly rubbing it. You breathed a bit more heavily with the action. Eventually putting his slim, long, fingers inside your dampened hole to work.

Slowly pumping it in 'n out, to a fast-moving pace of his fingers going up 'n down. Holding onto his shoulders as you moan helplessly to the feeling of getting off to the Master's fingers. In the meanwhile, he started kissing and distributing hickeys all over your neck as you drooled to getting fingered by him.

Your hole getting tighter as a knot in your stomach formed, Diluc went quickly than ever and that knot in your stomach was to be released. Diluc teasingly, ended the pleasure of his fingers in your wet sex. You gave him a disappointing look.

He started unbuckling his belt and pants off, as that was the only form of clothing on him that prevented you to see his hard shaft. The one you were craving for at this moment. This one moment in your life, the one you thought you'd never experience and see.

Then and there when you saw him, he was huge!.. You didn't think that a size that big would fit in you.

He made you face the other end of the desk and you were bent down, your throbbing, wet, pussy in front of him. He went closer to you and started rubbing his cock against your cunt.

Bent over his desk, your Master penetrating your cunt as he pulled your hair. Whispering sweet nothings into you.

"You're so good Mon Amour.." "That's right, keep going." "For how much I've longed this moment, everything is now simply on my lap." "You're mine, and mine only, understood?"

Your mind was in paradise, everything felt too good to be true. You having intercourse with the Diluc Ragnvindr made you feel like you were living in a dream. A fantasy. That had come true.

The way his grip on your hair and waist had you held captive for him. But you never did mind. After all, this is what you wanted, isn't it? Diluc Ragnvindr fucking you until all you can do is moan his name like a dumb baby. Your juices all over the floor, between your legs, and on Diluc's cock.

He'll fuck you hard and breed you, and possibly fuck you numb. Hammering your dumb stupid pussy and your brains out. Rapidly thrusting into your guts. And you loved that.

[viesanterieures]

𝐓𝐨 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏.

William Killick (The Edge of Love) x fem Reader

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note: This story is set in May 1936, William is about 27 and it takes place years before the actual movie.

summary: William Killick takes a break from his London life and spends a few weeks at the country estate of the wealthy Hallward family. The family take an instant liking to William and try to get him to marry their beautiful daughter Norma. Also on the estate is the reader, who works as a maid. When William receives anonymous poems, he ends up falling in love with the mysterious writer instead of Norma.

word count: 2000+

warnings: … none!

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"Excuse me sir, we've reached the end of the line." Yawning, William opened his eyes as he heard a voice behind him and stretched sleepily, curious to see who was speaking to him. A woman in a uniform with a dark skirt and matching hat stood beside him. "Are we there yet... What time is it?" he asked her. "It's just after half past seven, sir," the train attendant replied with a friendly smile. As William straightened up in his seat and then saw that the landscape before him had changed from the brown roofs of London to green hills and beautiful mountain scenery with small lakes. "My God... I must have slept for hours." The train attendant smiled at him kindly and wished him a good journey.

William felt the train slow down and grabbed his suitcase from the luggage rack. Once outside, he set it down on the floor and took a deep breath. The air smelled fresh and the wind blew through his hair. Although he had never been to this place before, he had the strange feeling that he belonged here. He closed his eyes for a moment. The orange light of the setting sun shone through his eyelids. The green hills of the Scottish Highlands stretched out before him, surrounded by a light mist. Green meadows, colourful flowers and streams dominated the landscape. The sky was cloudless and the air smelled of fresh moss. William could hardly look away. It was so different from London. The grass rustled softly under his shoes as he made his way to his accommodation for the next few weeks.

Curious, he looked up at the big building. It was built entirely of stone, with small windows adorned with red, ivy-covered shutters that glowed in the evening sun. William dragged his suitcase up the stairs that led to a wide wooden door. The muffled sound filled the silence as William knocked on the door. It opened with a squeak to reveal an older, very elegantly dressed lady with shoulder-length curly hair.

"Good evening, you must be our new guest, Mr Killick, aren't you?" Her voice sounded friendly and welcoming. "That’s right. And you must be Margaret Hallward, the owner of the estate," William replied. The lady nodded. "I am. Come in, you must have travelled a long way, sir." William followed her into the warm house. Mrs Hallward disappeared for a moment behind a wooden counter and handed William a key. "Room seven is yours. The dining room is in the ground floor and the common room is on the second floor. Breakfast is tomorrow from seven to half past eight. YN, would you be so kind as to accompany our guest to his room? And take some of his luggage."

"Of course, Mrs Hallward," a quiet voice sounded behind them, and William turned around curiously. In front of them stood a young woman in a red apron and white blouse. William smiled kindly at her. "No, wait, I can carry that," he interrupted her when she tried to take the suitcase off. Shrugging her shoulders, she finally gave up and told William to follow her. They walked along a corridor decorated with old paintings and photos of the country estate and stopped in front of a room door with the number 7.

"Thank you so much, Ma'am," he said, putting the room key in the lock. The young woman smiled and wished him a good night before disappearing without another word.

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William had slept very well that night. It was probably because he was quite tired from the long journey. When he finally entered the dining room for breakfast, it was already quite full. He took an empty seat at a table where an elderly man was still sitting, reading a newspaper.

"Tea, sir?" It was the young woman again who had shown him his room yesterday. "Yes, thank you“, he said. "What was your name again?"

"YN," she said quietly, and poured some tea into a small cup.

"Beautiful name."

William could clearly see her cheeks turning slightly pink at the words. "Thank you, sir." But they were interrupted by Mrs Hallward, who approached the table with a big smile. "Good morning, Mr Killick! Did you sleep well?"

"Very well, Mrs Hallward," he replied. "I don't think I've slept as well as I did this morning for months. So I'm really going to enjoy my holiday."

"I'm glad to hear that." She laughed. "Oh, I'd like to introduce you to someone, wait a moment please " She turned to one of the tables and called out in a loud voice. "Norma! Will you come here, please?"

"Yes, Mother." Another woman joined them at the table, she was about a year or two younger than William. She had white-blonde hair, red lips and was wearing an elegant purple dress with ornate embroidery. She was very pretty, William realised.

"Mr Killick, this is my daughter Norma. She lives in Glasgow at the moment, but is here for a few weeks. She grew up at the country estate. If you like, she can show you around the neighbourhood and the town."

"It would be an honour. How about we meet outside the estate at three this afternoon?," Norma chuckled softly as she twirled a strand of her blonde hair between her fingers. William was very happy about the Hallward's hospitality and gratefully accepted the offer.

"But now we won't bother you any longer, Mr Killick. Enjoy your breakfast," Mrs Hallward said with a smile as she took Norma's arm and led her away from the table. As they walked, he heard them whispering to each other, catching bits of sentences like 'isn't he lovely' or 'he looks like a prince from a fairytale'.

Slowly, William turned in the direction where YN had last been, but she was gone.

***

William spent the morning in the garden of the country estate, sitting on one of the benches beneath a cherry tree. The weather was warm, and the birds chirped softly in the treetops. Eventually, he closed his book and stood up to return to the house. As he passed one of the large flower beds, he paused. He saw a person sitting there, gardening.

"Nice to see you again, Ms YN," he said kindly. She didn't seem to notice his arrival and flinched when she heard his voice behind her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," William apologised immediately. "It’s alright, sir," she said, turning her attention back to the bed.

"Call me William, please."

She immediately looked at him in surprise. She had never expected that. A gust of wind came up and brushed through William's dark hair, and his bright blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

"Shall I help you?" he asked her, pointing to the bucket of weeds. She immediately declined his offer. "No, William, you're here on holiday. Not to work." William shrugged. "Anything where I don't have to be in London is a holiday for me. I really love this city, it's my home. But sometimes I really need to go somewhere else." YN nodded briefly. "I've never been to London or any other big city. I imagine it's stressful."

He laughs and shrugs. "I can't deny that it's stressful sometimes." Slowly he knelt down beside her and began to pluck the weeds from the ground in front of him. "You don't have to do that," she said quickly. "It's okay," William replied quietly, continuing to work.

YN laughed. "This has never happened to me before. A guest helping me with my work. If Mrs Hallward finds out, she'll scold me." William smiled a little. "Tell her I did it voluntarily. "You already have enough work." When they were finished, the young woman smiled briefly, then took off her gloves, stood up and reached for the bucket. "I have to go now."

"Wait, don’t you want to stay here a bit longer?" William asked hastily.

"Sorry, I've still got a lot to do. But thank you for helping me, that was very kind of you." She waved goodbye to William and finally turned round. William looked at her for a moment, a bit disappointed. Then he glanced at his pocket watch and flinched. It was ten minutes past three, Norma was probably already waiting for him.

He quickly grabbed his book that was laying in the grass and hurried to the front gate. Norma was waiting there, her arms crossed over her chest, looking at him with raised eyebrows as he finally greeted her completely out of breath. "Sorry I'm late."

She finally smiled and said in a friendly voice, "It's okay." Her hair was pinned up in an elegant braid, her lipstick was the same colour as the new pastel pink dress she was wearing, and she carried a matching handbag.

"I was in the garden talking to YN. I must have lost track of time."

One of her blonde eyebrows immediately raised again and she looked at him as if he had just said something completely stupid. "You're talking to household staffs? They're working for us, it’s far below our class."

He looked at her, confused. "But why shouldn't I talk to her? She's really nice."

Norma stayed silent, grabbed his arm and pulled him along without a word. She led him through the Scottish Highlands, down a small forest path, until the roofs of houses appeared in the distance. This had to be Tobermory. The air smelled of salty sea and a fresh breeze as they walked along Tobermory's coastal road, lined with colourful houses. High mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks shrouded in a gentle mist. "Wow, it's beautiful!" marveled William.

"I know, right?" Norma replied giggling, taking his hand and pulling him towards a small café.

"My aunt works there," she said. "She makes the best cakes." They entered the café and sat down on a corner bench by a small window. "Norma, how lovely to see you again." A lady with bright red hair came up to them and pulled her niece into her arms, laughing. When she noticed William, she looked him over from head to toe, smiled and turned back to her niece. "And who is that handsome young man next to you? Did you meet him in Glasgow?" Norma shook her head, laughing. "No. He's a guest of Mother's. She asked me to show him around."

"Oh, how lovely. You know, Norma, it's time for you to get married. Can I bring you both some of my Dundee cake?" William frowned slightly when she mentioned marriage. Did the Hallwards already see him as their future son in law?

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the little café, William telling Norma about his home in London, his job, his family, and she seemed to be very interested. But William hadn't forgotten her nasty comment about YN. He was torn by Norma.

After they said goodbye that evening, William went to his room tired. In the corridor he saw Mrs Hallward talking excitedly to YN. "You forgot to fluff up the pillows in Room 9! How many times do I have to tell you?" she snapped at her in a harsh tone.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Hallward, I..." But she didn't let YN finish, because when she noticed William, she put on a big smile again: "Oh, Mr Killick, how nice to see you. Did you have a nice day with Norma?"

"Yes, I did, thank you for asking," he replied. He looked at YN, but she avoided his gaze, holding a white sheet in her arms.

"You know, Norma is still not married and we're looking for a suitable husband for her. Or do you already have a wife?" Mrs Hallward wanted to know. William shook his head slowly.

"She is such a beautiful young woman. But no man has ever met her standards. You're the first one she has shown interest in", the lady explained to him. "Come, YN, you need to get back to work now, the dishes need to be washed."

"Good night, William," YN said to him as he walked past, nodding to him.

"Good night," he replied.

As soon as he entered his room, he took off his jacket and shirt and yawned softly. He intended to read, but he was so tired that he just wanted to lie down in bed. Suddenly he heard something crunching under his feet and looked down in surprise. There was a small piece of white paper under his shoe. Someone must have slipped it through the gap under his door. He bent down and picked it up carefully. It was no bigger than William's hand, made of good quality and written in black ink.

Holding his breath, William began to read:

𝓣𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

ℐ𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒶 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.

𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒.

ℋ𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽, 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒, 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑒.

Confused, he turned the letter over in his hands. Was it from Norma? But she had been with him all afternoon, hadn't she? Who else was writing him poems?

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Thank you so much for reading! If you want a part 2, let me know! 🖤

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I just refound my hyperfixation with franken stein from soul eater and was wondering if you would write nsfw stein/maid! Reader?

Sure, thanks for the ask, and sorry for the wait!

SE Franken Stein x Maid!Reader 🍋 - Commands

Summary: Your new employer decides to correct you after finding your service to not be up to his standards.

Warning: Rough, unprotexted sex, hard dom!stein, sub!reader, fem!reader, service!sub, kinda short

"(Y/N)," your employer called, prompting you to toddle over to him in the kitchen. "How many times am I going to have to correct you before you can do things correctly?" he asked ominously, cocking his head a bit and erecting his arm to crank the bolt lodged in his temple.

"Apologies, sir," you mumbled. "What was it that I did wrong?"

"Taste this." he ordered, shoving a mug in your face. Hesitantly, you took in by its handle and took a sip, instantly grimacing at the taste.

"Tea?" you whispered under your breath, confused. Why was there tea in the coffee canister?

"Correct. And what did I ask for?" His confirmation startled you, as you hadn't anticipated him hearing you.

"Coffee, sir." you answered shamefully, setting the cup down to go make him a fresh cup. "Apologies."

"That won't be enough this time," you could here his teeth grind when he spoke, making your skin crawl as he grabbed you by the wrist to pull you back to him. "I'm going to teach you a lesson this time."

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"Watch those teeth or you'll lose them." he commanded down to you as you diligently sucked him off, making sure to take everything he said straight to heat, lest you screw up again. "That's better." He purred, holding your head still in an effort to fuck your throat more comfortably. Stein leaned against the refrigerator tiredly, his head tilted back against it, not only out of bliss, but exhaustion. He'd had a long day and he didn't have the energy to look after you to make sure you did things properly.

"If you were half as good at you job as you are at sucking dick, we might just get along." he remarked with a throaty chuckle. "But you're not, so I guess this is all your good for." You took in his displeased words as they went straight to your heat. You wanted so desperately to sink your fingers into your core while you pleasured him, letting his distain for you ag you on, but you knew better. Stein was a cold, uncaring man, and you knew for a fact that if Death himself hadn't appointed you to keep his lab clean, you'd be on the streets.

Suddenly, you felt a harsh slap deliver to your cheek, causing you to withdrawal from him, alarmed. "Teeth." he reminded.

"S-Sorry," you whined, brows knitted together shyly as you gazed up at him.

"God, you're pathetic." he moaned, releasing a shaky breath as you licked a stripe up his shaft. "Either you're such a little snowflake that you're going to cry over one little slap, or you're getting pleasure from this." he noted breathlessly, before pressing his palm to your forehead and pushing you to the floor. "Either way, that I'm not going to let that happen." He growled, approaching you, and manhandling you off the ground.

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You whined hopelessly as the man of the house held you as you were laid out on the kitchen table, fucking into your weeping whole like he hated you, and in many ways, he did. You vexed him constantly with your sickeningly sweet tone, your stupid mistakes, and the way you said things that drove him wild, entirely unintentionally. He gripped your thigh tighter, your leg half hazard slung over his shoulder, while the other dangled off the table.

"Dick dumb little whore," he grunted, sweat dripping off his brow and landing on your uniform. "Can't even make a simple cup of fucking coffee."

Your face felt numb, and you struggled to form a single coherent thought as he pounded you into the table, simply uttering choked attempts at his title. "Y-Yes, sir..."

"Fuck," he groaned as your walls clenched around him, squeezing for all he was worth. "Better not fucking cum, I swear to God, I'll hurt you so bad." His threats did nothing to stop your climax from washing over you. If anything, they made it stronger, the thought of all the ways he could harm you tasting delicious in your mind. Your pelvis rose off the table as your legs began to tremble, your gross noises spilling into the air, pissing him off even more. "God, you can't do anything fucking thing I tell you, can you?"

You neglected to answer him, simply laying limp against the cold surface, you eyes rolled back and drool dribbling down your chin from your ajar lips. "Don't think that just because you came I'm gonna stop," he warned, tossing your leg off him and gripping your hips as harshly as he could, fingernails digging crescent moons into your supple flesh.

"Gonna fuck you until you learn your Goddamn lesson."

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I Wish You Love | Part One

I Wish You Love Masterlist

Lewis Nixon x Housemaid!Female Reader

Watching Miss Isobel encourage Lieutenant Nixon's affections only to ignore his letters as soon as he's deployed proves too much for you to bear.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Angst, Class Divide, Infidelity, Dishonesty, Discussion of War Wounds, Language, Smoking, Alcohol Consumption, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Mature/Explicit Themes - 18+ ONLY.

Author's Note: Reader's nationality is British and liberties have been taken in describing her background and family life for the sake of plot. No physical descriptions or y/n used. A good portion of this fic will be letter-based. This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the HBO series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Word Count: 4611

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You had met Lewis Nixon first. On a misty morning in early December 1943 when The Honourable Isobel St John’s dog, Dash III, was yet again carelessly let out of the house by the naïve kitchen maid Else. The poor girl, freshly arrived from Austria, meant well, truly. But she simply did not seem to comprehend the vastness of Lydiard Park, nor the fact that a great portion of it had become off limits, requestioned by the 101st Airborne to construct a field hospital in anticipation of the invasion of France.

Wrapping a shawl around the shoulders of your black service dress, lace collar at your throat, you had forced yourself out into the damp chill, shoes crunching on the pea gravel path as you had called out for the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. Miss Isobel thought quite highly of herself, typical middle child syndrome if one were being quite honest, and had kept a series of Cavalier’s named after Queen Victoria’s own – though she preferred the Blenheim colouring to the original’s tri-coloured coat. Of all the staff, and humans, at Lydiard House, Dash III was most likely to respond to you and so this task was one with which you were quite familiar.

What you had not expected to find was the missing canine squirming in the arms of a handsome American Lieutenant, desperately trying to lick at his striking jawline.

“Dash!” You had cried out at the state of his filthy coat, the majority of the white streaked with mud.

“That’s your name, then, is it?” The Lieutenant had smirked, a label bearing the last name of ‘Nixon’ stitched onto his uniform above his left breast pocket.

“Dash the third, Leftenant.” You had gulped roughly at the broad grin that had unfurled across his features at your British pronunciation of his rank.

“Dash the third. I am Lewis Nixon the third, what destiny we should meet.” Nixon had addressed the filthy dog fondly, prompting him to squirm in delight, smearing all manner of muck onto his uniform.

“I am terribly sorry for the trouble, sir, please allow me.” You had moved to take Dash from Nixon, but the gentle shake of his head had halted your movements.

“Not at all, miss, I’m assuming this rogue Dash belongs up at the house?” He had raised an eyebrow and you had nodded quickly. “Allow me then, my clothes are meant to get dirty.” He had tucked the dog under his arm more securely and began walking back with you. “I take it this is not Dash’s first great escape?”

You had shaken your head quickly, biting back a laugh. “Unfortunately not, Leftenant. I truly appreciate your help returning him to us. Miss Isobel will be relieved.”

“And how about you?” Nixon had inquired with a grin.

You had looked to your feet quickly, the expression only making him transition from good looking to dangerously handsome. “Grateful, of course, sir.”

“And is that what I should call you? Grateful? Is that her name, Dash?” He had looked down to the dog beneath his arm, earning a warm tongue along his cheek in response.

A laugh had escaped your lips before you had introduced yourself properly as the pair of you neared the 18th century Palladian style home. “Please follow me to the kitchen door, Leftenant, I’ll need to give Dash a bath before he is unleashed upon the household.”

Nixon’s appearance in the servants’ hall had caused quite a stir, earning him an introduction to the family upstairs upon which Miss Isobel had immediately set her eyes on him. The Honourable Isobel St John was a complicated woman and while you were the same age, born in 1918, your experiences and perceptions of the world could not have been more different. Third child of Viscount Bolingbroke, what she lacked in social standing she more than made up for in entitlement.

While her parents, Bertrand and Elizabeth St John were disappointed in her unwed state at the age of twenty-five, four years into the war it was more common than not. And it was not for any lack of suitors on Miss Isobel’s part. A veritable parade of uniformed men had joined the family at the simpler dinner parties they now hosted, particularly with their eldest child and only son taken prisoner by the Japanese so early in the war. With eldest daughter Gwendoline busily running her own household with two children, and youngest Rosamund off with the Auxiliary Territorial Service, Lydiard House was held hostage by the whims and desires of Miss Isobel. And through the winter of 1943 into spring 1944 that had been Lieutenant Lewis Nixon.

From the glimpses you caught of him whilst serving cocktails and dinner, the lack of footmen pressing housemaids such as yourself into service in unusual roles, and the starry-eyed descriptions provided by Miss Isobel herself as you helped her dress and undress before said gatherings, it seemed Lieutenant Nixon fit in quite well at an upper-class table. Naturally his duties prevented him from visiting every weekend, but he was present more often than not, and as the weather grew warmer, he and Miss Isobel would take long walks on the grounds still available to the St John family, Dash happily accompanying them on a leash.

Lieutenant Nixon was polite and friendly, greeting you with a familiar nod when you would fetch Dash for his meal as they were lounging beside the lake, or throwing you a smile as you would hold out his preferred whiskey on a silver tray before dinner. But you by no means expected his generosity that rainy Sunday in mid-April. Having taken the majority of the day off for your father’s birthday, you had seen to it that Miss Isobel was dressed and on her way to breakfast, before changing into a once-colourful dress of your own, frowning as the skies opened up.

Pulling on your Macintosh, you tucked your small gift into the inside pocket before dashing out to the garage to fetch your bicycle, heading down the gravel drive toward the road into town when Lieutenant Nixon’s covered jeep pulled up beside you.

“Where are you going in this deluge?!” He peered out at you, and you swallowed.

“Good morning, Leftenant. Headed into Swindon to see my father. You’ll find Miss Isobel in the breakfast room, sir.”

Your eyes widened as he put the jeep in park, the door swinging open before he dashed around to open the tail gate. “Put your bike the back, I’ll drive you.”

“But sir, I…” You trailed off as the jacket of his uniform was growing darker with rain by the moment and found yourself unable to argue at the expense of his clothing.

You quickly dismounted and surrendered your bicycle, trying not to stare too intently as he easily hoisted it into the back before ushering you into the passenger’s seat on the right side of the vehicle – the positioning utterly foreign, but you quickly dashed inside, sliding off your hood as he jogged back to the driver’s side.

“This is truly unnecessary, Leftenant, it’s out of your way and will only delay you.” You pleaded with him once he was back under the canvas cover.

He gave you his lopsided grin, shaking his head, scattering some raindrops from his garrison cap. “Izzy’ll not even notice, let her enjoy her cold toast.”

You bit your lip savagely, well aware of the degree to which Miss Isobel loathed that nickname, yet she never seemed to correct him on it. Executing a smooth three-point turn, he aimed the jeep back toward the main road and began to drive to Swindon. “How long does it take you to cycle there?”

“About twenty minutes, sir. It’s a nice ride on a dry day.” You undid the buttons on your Macintosh, overheating in the garment, and slid it open to reveal your dress.

Lieutenant Nixon’s glance in your direction, and quick double-take, had you smoothing the hem of it against your knees self-consciously. “I’m sorry, you look lovely, I’m just so used to seeing you in black and white it’s like we’ve landed in Oz and you’re suddenly in Technicolor over there.”

The analogy was so striking that you were completely taken aback.  Laughter bubbled up from your throat as you shook your head and belatedly covered your mouth as he grinned broadly, seeming quite pleased with himself.

“So, you grew up in Swindon?” Nixon asked over the sound of rain pelting the roof and windshield and you nodded quickly.

“Yes, sir.” You swallowed, hands planted in your lap as you tugged at your fingertips nervously.

“Izzy tells me you have a brother fighting in Italy, is that right?”

You looked to him, startled to learn that you had ever been a topic of conversation between him and Miss Isobel. “I do, sir.”

“Is he older or younger than you?” He took his eyes off the road to meet yours briefly, seeming genuinely interested in your answer.

“Johnny is twelve minutes older, sir.”

“Twins?!” His wide, brown eyes flashed back to yours and you nodded with a soft laugh.

“I don’t think I’ve met a twin before…” He murmured thoughtfully. “And what does your father do?”

Swallowing nervously, you glanced out the window a moment to carefully formulate your answer. “He picks up work at the Swindon Railway Works.” You replied, leaving out the part that he only did so when he was physically well enough. The loss of his leg on the Somme was a wound that had never fully healed and nagged him more and more as he got older.

“Do you get to see him often?” He asked, making the turn into town easily as you shook your head sadly.

“Not as often as I should – it’s his birthday today, though, so I asked to take most of the day a few months ago.”

“Well, wish him a happy birthday for me, will you?” He smiled and you nodded before guiding him through the streets to the simpler, working-class neighbourhood where the one-bedroom flat you’d grown up in was located.

Lieutenant Nixon parked the jeep in front of the building and the pair of you hurried out into the rain to retrieve your bicycle from the back. You had just finished thanking him profusely when you turned to see your father standing in the doorway on his crutches, not wearing prosthetic leg. It was no surprise, actually, in weather like this he found the thing extremely uncomfortable.

A look of understanding crossed Lieutenant Nixon’s face and he insisted on walking you to the door, offering his hand to shake your father’s.

“Happy Birthday, sir.”

Your baffled father had shaken it in return with his thanks, completely taken aback by the American Lieutenant on his doorstep.

“Thank you again, Leftenant.”

“It was my pleasure, enjoy your afternoon off.” He smiled and dashed back to the car as you ushered your father inside, explaining everything as you helped him to his chair.

Mercifully, when it came time for you to return to Lydiard House for the evening, the rain had eased up and you were able to cycle back without getting soaked to the skin. As you came up the drive, you spotted Lieutenant Nixon and Miss Isobel walking arm in arm, heads bent toward one another as Dash walked alongside. You dismounted quickly, trying to be discrete, but the dog turned as soon as he caught your scent, barking happily in greeting.

“Ah, you’re back.” Miss Isobel said flatly.

“Good Evening Miss Isobel, Leftenant Ni–“

“Oh, don’t be so British, it’s Lieutenant.” Miss Isobel cut you off, tone rather condescending as she slipped the leash from the Lieutenant’s grasp and held it out toward you expectantly. “Will you take Dash inside for his meal? Then I’ll see you to change for dinner.”

You hurried to close the distance, pushing your bike along with you as you took the leash from her, Dash happily wending his way between your ankles in greeting. “Certainly, Miss.” You replied patiently before excusing yourself with a curtsy, leading the dog inside, finding it rather awkward to manage the bicycle as well but after nearly ten years of serving the St John family you knew better than to test Miss Isobel.

“I think it’s charming how she says it.” You bit the inside of your cheek savagely, trying not to overhear Lieutenant Nixon’s defense of your pronunciation, particularly when Miss Isobel replied in a sultry voice.

“I’ll tell you what’s charming…” The rest of her statement was mercifully out of the range of your hearing as you tucked your bicycle away in the garage.

As the calendar flipped to May, Lieutenant Nixon’s presence became less and less frequent at Lydiard and the ever-impatient Miss Isobel’s eye began to wander. It most certainly was not your place to have an opinion, or loyalties to any of her suitors, but the presence of a RAF pilot named Shore left a sour taste in your mouth.

It was early on June 7 when the first of Lieutenant Nixon’s letters to Miss Isobel arrived. Placing it on a silver tray, you took it up first thing in the morning when you went up to dress her for the day. It sat on her vanity, unopened still, when you changed her for dinner with Captain Shore, remained there while she flirted with him brightly through the meal, and was brushed into the dust bin as you undressed her for bed. “Oh, Miss I think you…”

“That will be all, good night.” She waved her hand dismissively and you frowned, excusing yourself with a nod before stepping out of the room.

Sitting heavily on your twin bed in the attic, the metal frame creaking in protest, your brow remained furrowed as all you could picture was Lieutenant Nixon’s caring face as he had listened attentively to your answers whilst going out of his way to drive you into town. He was a kind and considerate man, not to mention excruciatingly handsome, but now that he was out of sight, he was quite simply out of Miss Isobel’s mind. For all anyone knew he could be lying dead in France somewhere by now, the news of the invasion fresh in everyone’s mind, particularly the steep toll and tenuous hold.

“You keep making that face and it’ll get stuck like that.” Helen, your roommate chided warmly, and you blinked rapidly, shaking your head to clear it with a self-deprecating laugh.

“Just overthinking things, sorry Helen. Shall I get the light?”

With her agreement, you flicked the switch off at the wall and shuffled back to bed, sliding under the covers, mulling over the conundrum of the unopened letter upstairs. You would be emptying that dustbin tomorrow morning while Miss Isobel was at breakfast. Perhaps you should rescue it in case she changed her mind. Plan formulated, you were able to get some rest and later secured the correspondence, storing it in the bottom of your suitcase.

One week later, the second letter arrived, and you took it up to Miss Isobel hopefully.

“Oh, you can stop bringing these to me, I shan’t be taking up correspondence with him.” She muttered dismissively, not even taking the letter from the tray on which you presented it to her.

Your entire body went rigid for a moment, and it took a great summoning of strength to reply, “Yes, Miss.”

“And take Dash for an extra long walk, would you, he’s been positively listless the past few weeks and the weight of his gaze is quite a bore.” She sank in the vanity chair expectantly as you glanced over at the dog, lying forgotten on his plush, velvet bed, no longer of use to her as Captain Shore was allergic.

“Yes, Miss.” Your reply was perhaps terser than it ought to be, but to your good fortune, Miss Isobel was already flipping through a magazine idly as she waited for you to begin styling her hair.

Drawing deeply from your well of restraint, you managed not to jab her scalp with any pins as you secured her hair into a set of fashionable victory rolls before you called to Dash to take him for a walk. As you descended the stairs, you took the abandoned letter from its tray and shoved it into your pocket, grabbing Dash’s leash from the backdoor in the servant’s hall and heading out for a lengthy walk of the grounds. It did both of you good to get out of that house, Dash immediately perking up, tailing wagging as he trotted to-and-fro to inspect the foliage while you worked out your frustration at the petulant child you worked for by setting a brisk pace.

You only slowed after about thirty minutes, when a sheen of sweat had gathered at your brow and your legs were beginning to ache, changing to a stroll as you circled the lake, laughing softly as Dash barked at the ducks far out in the water who paid him no mind. “I promise to bring you out here more often, you silly boy.” You muttered, sliding a hand into your pocket and blinking as you found the letter, guilt twisting like a knife in your belly. “Because there’s a lot to make up for when it comes to your mistress.”

Swallowing tightly, you slowly pulled out the envelope, looking over Lieutenant Nixon’s tidy cursive. Certainly, there were laws against reading another’s mail, but the immorality of entertaining a man’s affections for six months only to throw him over as soon as he went to war seemed to outweigh all that in your mind. He had taken the time to write to an ungrateful, spoiled woman, the least someone could do was grant him the courtesy of reading it. Johnny had always said what a joy it was to send and receive letters, how it took his mind off life at the front first in North Africa and now Italy, and as someone who got to enjoy the safety and comfort of home it was a duty in your mind to do whatever you could to help those fighting for the Allies.

Taking a shaky breath, you carefully slipped the letter from the pre-sliced envelope – Miss Isobel was not even expected to open her own mail, after all – and unfolded the sheets of paper.

Pressing your fingertips to your lips, you only realized your feet had stopped their progress across the lawn when Dash’s leash tugged at your wrist insistently before he bounded over to you, pressing his paws onto your calf impatient to continue on. “Sorry, Dash, yes.” You whispered, carefully folding the letter and sliding it back into its envelope before returning it to your pocket.

For all his jokes and smirks, there had always been an air of melancholy about Lieutenant Nixon, one that he seemed to hide beneath a good story and strong drink. The only crime, as far as you could see, would be for his letters, written with such care and affection and filled with a need for connection, to remain unanswered. You could write well-enough, had received excellent marks on your cursive before you left school at sixteen to begin working and supporting your father as his old wound had become more and more troublesome.

You would, of course, toe the line of impersonating your employer. There would be no soppy declarations, just descriptions of the home and the family. Stories to keep his spirits up – just as he requested. Begging out of the after-dinner socializing with the rest of the staff due to a headache, you slipped up to your room to retrieve the first letter from the bottom of your suitcase and sat on your bed to read it as well, intending to reply to both.

Settling against the headboard with some fresh paper and a pen, you nibbled on the end of it thoughtfully, trying to decide how to begin your response.

Lieutenant Nixon

My Dear Lewis

Dearest Lewis

“You’d think I was trying to reinvent the wheel…” You hissed under your breath before grabbing a new sheet of paper and starting anew.

You bit your lip as you signed off, taking more than a little pleasure in perpetuating a nickname you knew Miss Isobel loathed. There were moments in the letter where you may have let a bit more of your own personality shine through but on the whole, you were satisfied that it was a rather good impersonation of your mistress. And most important of all, provided Lieutenant Nixon with the fuel for his imagination that he so longed for.

Preparing an envelope with the mailing address and Miss Isobel’s return address, you carefully folded it all up once the ink had properly dried and placed it in the outgoing post that night after you’d helped Miss Isobel change for bed. In your thoughts as you fell asleep was not only the hope for your brother’s safe return, but also that of Lieutenant Nixon, too.

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[holylulusworld]

His maid

Summary: He wants to get his hands on you.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Maid(plussized)!Reader

Warnings: Ransom being an asshole, kinda harassment, I’ll label this one dub-con, maid kink, smut, unprotected sex,light spanking, doggy style, sex over/on a kitchen counter, language, whore, slut, cum dumpster, creampie, slut-shaming, Sir kink, daddy kink, plot twist

A/N: Sweater daddy is back…👀👀

Random snaps his fingers, grunting as Fran ignores him. “Help!” Ransom mutters. “Who’s that?” He points at you standing next to Harlan Thrombey, your new employer. “FRANNIE, I’m talking to you.”

“That’s the new maid, Y/N. She will take over my job for a few weeks. I got to take care of my mother,” Fran rolls her eyes as Ransom undresses you with his eyes. “She’s a nice person. Leave her alone, Hugh.”

“Who asked you,” he bites back. “What a nice little bee landing in my spiderweb.” Ransom smirks darkly. His eyes drift toward your plump ass, and he can’t help it. He roughly cups his crotch.

“HUGH!” Fran can’t believe Ransom sometimes. “You know the word sexual harassment, right?”

“I didn’t think about you, Frannie,” he snickers but drops his hand from his crotch. He will be damned if he doesn’t feel your sweet cunt wrapped around him. So far he seduced all maids Harlan hired. Well, all maids but Fran.

Ransom’s features darken as you run one hand over your skirt to straighten it. He growls low in his throat, already imagining slapping your cheeks with his large hands. “Oh yeah, my chubby little maid. I’ll fuck the sweetness out of you…”

“Fuck,” you exclaim as you drop the broom in your hands. Ransom scared the shit out of you when he sneaked behind you.

“Help, I need you to clean the mess in the guestroom.”

“Mess?”

“Mess. Now, hop-hop, bunny,” he purrs in your ear. Ransom steps even closer, almost pressing his heated body against your smaller frame. “I hate sleeping on dirty sheets.”

“But I just changed the sheets!” there is still so much to do, and you’ve got no time for Ransom’s nonsense. Fran warned you, and she didn’t exaggerate.

“Well, that was before I fucked that sweet bunny last night,” he breathes into your neck. “I hate sleeping on cum and pussy juices, you know. I can still smell her cum. She came so hard on my fingers.”

“If you can’t use your dick right, you have to use what you got,” you quip. Ransom grunts as you grab the broom and make your way toward the kitchen. “I’ll clean your room later. I need to take care of the mess in the kitchen first.”

“No. You will take care of the guestroom first,” Ransom follows you. “Harlan is not around this week. I’m here to take care of the house, and you will do as I say.”

“Harlan wants me to keep the kitchen and bathrooms sparkling clean,” you turn around to size Ransom up. “I will take care of your room later, Sir.”

He inhales sharply. His dick twitches in his pants as you give him a sweet pout. God, how he wants to break your body and mind. “Fine. Have it your way. Be aware I will not forget your insubordination.”

“We are not in the army, Ransom,” you snicker. “You’re not my boss either. Don’t get your thong in a twist.”

“Damnit, she makes me rock-hard that little minx. For weeks she resists me and my dick. I need to have her…”

“Ransom, it’s two in the morning. Why did you call me to come here?” you rub your still-tired eyes as Ransom lets you inside the mansion. “What’s so important it couldn’t wait till later?”

“You did not clean my room,” he lies.

“I did clean the guestroom. I even disinfected the mattress knowing what you did inside with all these women,” you snap at him. “If you’ll excuse me now, I’ll drive back home and take the day off.”

“I got a new working outfit for you too,” Ransom grins. This can’t be good. “A maid should wear a proper uniform, right? I bought it for you.”

“What? Harlan said it’s fine to wear my normal clothes.”

You follow Ransom inside, already fearing the worst. Ransom buying an outfit for you can’t be good.

“Here it is.” He grins from ear to ear as he holds up two garters. Ransom twirls them around his index finger, smirking darkly. “I got a nice maid uniform for you too.”

“That’s sexual harassment, Ransom!”

“It’s Hugh for the help but,” he steps closer to place the garters in your hands, “I’ll make an acceptation for you, sweetness.”

“I won’t wear this shit,” you drop the garters to the ground. “If you don’t stop, I’ll call Harlan. You know, he won’t be amused hearing you wanted me to wear this!”

You twirl around and stomp toward the door. “I know you will change your mind, bunny. One way or another…”

“Sweetness. My chubby bunny,” Ransom coos as he waltzes into the kitchen. You’re busy scrubbing the kitchen counter and ignore him. “We need to talk about the broken vase in the living room. You know, that was Grandpa’s favorite.”

“What broken vase?” you drop the sponge and turn around to look at Ransom. “Not ten minutes ago there wasn’t a broken vase!”

“I think you forgot you and your plump ass kicked it off the table,” his features darken as you look at him like deer in headlights. “I could tell Harlan it was me, though. If only you give me a reason to do so.”

He holds up the maid outfit and the garters again. “No.”

“It’s only fair, bunny. I’ll give the world to get my hands on you,” he dips his head and looks you up and down. “I want you to wear this and clean the kitchen. Maybe I will help you too.”

“I don’t believe you.”

You make a beeline around Ransom to get to the living room. If he fucked with you again, you’ll call Harlan this time.

“No. Why did you do this?” you cry as the vase lies on the ground. Shattered. Broken. “That was Harlan’s favorite!”

“Let me help you, bunny,” he waves the flimsy outfit in front of your face. “Just give in. I know you touched yourself moaning my name. You get off on the way I treat you. I will give you all you need. A thick cock to make you stop overthinking things.”

“If I wear this, will you tell Harlan it was you?” you grab the outfit and garters, swallowing thickly as Ransom purrs your name.

“I’ll tell him it was me if you do as I say tonight, and for the rest of the week.” You shudder, but nod. “You’re such a sweet bunny for me.”

“Fuck, that’s perfect,” Ransom groans loudly as you bend over the kitchen island to scrub it. “Lift your skirt, show me that perfect ass.”

You roll your eyes but lift the short skirt to show Ransom you are wearing the garters. One on each thigh, and nothing else underneath.

“I want you to scrub this counter sparkling clean, maid,” he tuts as you look over your shoulder. “But spread those legs first and show me your cunt.”

“I hate this,” you mutter under your breath, but do as he says. You spread your legs and bend even further to give him a good look at your soaked cunt.

“You love it, little slut,” he steps toward the counter to slap your ass roughly. Your cheeks jiggle and he does it again. “You’re a whore for my cock, just like every other bitch I fucked.”

Ransom grips your ass and roughly kneads your globes. “A hole to get filled with my cum,” he slaps your ass harder, making you cry out. “You’ll take my cock and thank me later after I screwed your brains out.”

“Yes, Sir…” you mumble.

“You will scrub this counter better, slut. I want to eat from the counter. If you can’t clean it properly, you’ll lick it clean with your tongue.”

You harrumph but scrub the counter even harder. It’s a struggle to focus as Ransom kicks his shoes off. You hear his clothes ruffling and his pants drop to the ground.

“Such a nice maid I have,” he grips your hips to press your ass into his crotch. You can feel his cock against your flesh. Pre-cum smears all over your skin, and you quiver as he moves his hands to your chest to rip the blouse you’re wearing open.

Your breasts spill out of the torn fabric, and he immediately cups your plush flesh.

“I knew you are going to be mine,” he purrs in your ear as he harshly tugs at your nipples. You whine as he rolls the pebbled nubs between his skilled fingers.

You hate to admit it, but slick runs down your thighs for Ransom Drysdale. The worst guy you ever met.

“How will you sing when I’m finally inside of you to ruin this pussy. I bet it will be a symphony if you already moan like a bitch in heat when I touch your tits.”

“I hate you.”

“I know,” he bites your earlobe, tugging at it while groping your tits. He won’t let up. Ransom grinds his painfully hard cock into your ass, groaning as you push back onto him. “It makes this even hotter. You will take my cock and call me anything I want to. You’re such a slut for me.”

Words are lost on you when Ransom movies his hands toward your hips. “Put your hands on the counter and shut your mouth. Daddy is going to fuck you know and you will love it.”

You bite your lower lip as he guides the tip toward your dripping hole. He teases your entrance with the wide head.

“Beg me.”

He pushes the tip in, only to pull back out. “Beg me!” He warns and slaps your cheek this time. “Slut!”

“Please.”

“You can do better.”

Another slap and another hit your cheek. “Please fuck me.”

“That’s much better,” he runs his hand over your stinging cheek and guides the tip back in. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”

“I need it so bad, Sir.”

Ransom pushes into you completely, ignoring that your walls fight the intrusion of his thick length. He immediately starts to give you shallow thrusts, and slowly pumps into you.

“Now you will move that perfect ass and fuck this slicked cunt on my cock. You won’t stop until you came all over me and milked me dry.”

You place your hands flat on the kitchen counter to brace yourself before you slowly start to move back and forth his length. “Such a good girl, fucking her slutty hole on my cock.”

He slaps your ass again, making you yelp. “Faster, bunny. I want you to sweat a little. We are not here to make love.”

“I’m doing my best,” you pant. “I worked all day, and now you want me to work your cock too.”

“Aw, my little bunny is tired, huh? Maybe you are too tired for an orgasm too. Do you want me to pull out and jerk off? I could cum all over your ass and paint it with my cream.”

“Please. No.”

You move a little faster.

“Faster, bunny,” he grunts and slaps your cheeks with both hands. “I want you to fuck me as if your life depends on it. Come on, do your job. I want you to work harder for me.”

“You don’t even know how to work hard.”

You push back harder onto his cock. “You want me to work this cunt, huh? Really? Cause I will ruin it once you let me have control.”

“Show me, Daddy…”

He makes an odd noise. “You asked for it.”

Ransom grips your hips harder, leaving bruises you will feel in the morning. Right now, you couldn’t care less because he starts to drag you onto his thick cock, making your tits bounce at the force of his thrusts.

He grunts, and curses as your cunt feels snug and warm around his length.

Ransom speeds up as you finally give him what he wanted all along. You moan and scream his name while scratching your nails over the kitchen counter.  

“I will cum inside of you and fill you up with my spunk. When I’m done with you, I’ll take a picture and send it to Harlan. He will see you are nothing but my cum dumpster.”

It doesn’t matter Ransom is the worst. Your body ignores he makes you sick as his cock just feels too good inside of you.

He slams into you, shouting your name as his dick twitches deep within you. Ransom grips your shoulders, holding you down on the kitchen counter as he keeps on moving. “Fucking cum, princess. Now.”

“Yes. Daddy,” you whine as your walls quiver around his softening cock. His cum along with your juices run down your thighs when he pulls out to slap your pussy lips. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, bunny. Now spread those legs and let me take a picture…”

“I loved it when you cleaned the kitchen counter in the costume,” Ransom snickers darkly. “What do we want to try next, bunny? I could be your boss and you are my naughty secretary, or how about I’m a plumper and clean your pipes?”

“If you explain to Harlan why I quit, and that I never was his maid in the first place, I consider doing another roleplay.”

Ransom gently kneads the knots out of your shoulders and hums. Your boyfriend is obsessed with roleplays and you are more than eager to encourage his kink.

“I got it! You are a waitress and drop food into my lap. You will ride my dick for punishment…”

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[axcel-lucci]

Maid dress

Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

A/n: I had this thought just as I was going to sleep, lol.

"Wait, what?!" (Y/n) gasped as law presented her with a paper bag

"Come on babe~" law whined(teased) at (y/n) while pushing the bag into her hands, "just this 'once' please?"

She huffed, it's not always he asks (y/n) to wear things but when he does...

Let's just say they were quite... Peculiar.

Specifically, he liked costumes where (y/n) has to call him by authority; like captain, sir, or master.

She pout at him while glaring.

The costumes were... Let's say a bit...

Eh?

Like a black bunny outfit (along with the tail and ears), the overly sexualised cat outfit, a tight nurse's outfit...

There was even a time where he just gave her a collar or a lipgloss and said that was all she was gonna wear.

And tonight was no exception.

"Please, wear it for me?" He asked, putting on the face they both knew (y/n) couldn't say "no" to.

She just sighed, "fine! Then after this, you better let me have some ice cream. You got that??"

"Got that loud and clear~"

She huffed before walking to the bathroom then locking it before taking off her current clothes, which was the crew uniform, and pulled the outfit out of the bag.

Surprisingly enough, it wasn't... Sexy or anything...

It was just a normal maid outfit, longsleeved, even.

Though it was a bit tight, a short and lots of petticoat skirt, the chest was showed due to the low neck cut.

And at the very, very bottom was a pair of lingerie that barely covers anything, and matching the dress...

She just groaned and put it on. Until she realized that the sleeves were detachable.

"I swear..." She muttered before noticing some heels at the bottom that match the dress itself as well as a slightly glittery lip gloss

"Gotta hand it to him, he knows how to style..." She muttered to herself before putting on some high thigh length white socks as well as the black heels.

She walked out and saw him waiting by their bed, before he stood up and grinned.

"There it is... My personal maid" he hummed and circled her while checking her out, "actually..." He mumbled before fluffing out the skirt more, "there... It looks wonderful on you, trust me."

She rolled her eyes, "you always say that" she hummed but can't help the rising smile on her face.

"Well, for today, help me clean my office." He grinned

"I knew there was an ulterior motive to the maid dress" she huffed and smiled making him chuckle

"Why wouldn't there?"

...

(Y/n) was currently placing a few books back in place as law sneaks up behind her and ran his hand at the back of her thigh up to her ass under the skirt.

"Law!"

"It's master to you." He grinned when he squeezed her ass.

She just grumbled a few incoherent words before continuing back to her work.

But of course, he's going to be a little bitch and run his fingers down the things and into her clothes clit, rubbing it slowly and torture the hell out of it making her gasp and breath sharply

"M-master... What are you doing...?"

Of course, who would want to disobey him? He's the master.

"That's the spirit..." He groaned as he felt her get soaked slowly, "quiet now... The only noises I want to hear is your wet fucking pussy"

He grinned before plunging his fingers inside and immediately spreading them around, making wet noises that filled the room.

She gasped but covered her mouth, or else her mewls and small moans would be heard.

Once he knew her juices would probably create a puddle on the floor under her (which it did), he positioned himself behind her and spread her legs apart.

"Now be quiet, maid. We don't want to attract unwanted attention cause that door's not even locked.

She just looked at him like he was crazy (he totally was), "w-what...!"

"Shh... Or else~" he grinned as he worked his own jeans and take it off just enough for his dick to fly out, hardened and dripping with precum, "now make master feel good, yeah?" He grinned

He made the tip of his cock rub along her folds before plunging right inside of her and made her gasp.

He placed a hand on her abdomen and felt an outline of his cock bulging out. It honestly turned him on even more when he felt her arch her back with a hand covering her mouth that opens with a loud moan.

"Hush now maid... You'll get your payment soon" he hummed and pressed against the bulge in her abdomen making her gasp and pant

"P-please... Master..." She begged

"Please what, my dear?" He grinned before thrusting in and out of her agonizingly slow

"P-please, master... I need you" she mumbled and he felt clench her walls into him.

Let's just say (y/n) couldn't walk the next day.

[avocado-writing]

Kinktober 14

14. Uniform, Suspension Bondage, Abduction/Kidnapping

It’s 2008 and your boys are about to go and try to halt the apocalypse by helping raise a baby. To you it all seems a bit convoluted, but you long since learned to stop asking questions about your lovers’ little projects. 

Doesn’t mean you can’t have a bit of fun, though.

You tell your boys to come over to your house for dinner tonight. Dinner very rarely means just dinner (even though the promise of food is an easy lure for Aziraphale) so you’re not surprised when they say yes and hear the key go in the lock that night.

“Nightingale? Where are you?” Crowley calls, and you grin to yourself.

“In the dining room, love.”

Your lovers walk through and pause when they catch sight of the scene.

You’ve set up the dining table with two places. Candlelit. Got the fancy plates out. The good wine, the nice silverware.

And you’re wearing a maid’s uniform.

And it is a uniform, not just an ‘outfit’, from the amount you bloody paid for it. It hugs your every curve and leaves very little to the imagination with its frills and silk. The neckline is cut deep and shows far too much of your chest to be decent. You have a little collar tied with a bow around your neck to give the illusion of your being a present they’ll get to unwrap later.

“Oh,” says Aziraphale, eyes hungry for more than just the duck pâté you’ve laid out.

“Hello, sirs. Please sit down. I’ve got the whole evening planned.”

Your lovers exchange a look, and then do as they’re bid. You make a show of taking their serviettes and placing them carefully across their laps, making sure to grab a decent handful of thigh as you go.

And so you play the scene.

You ate earlier, assuming you’d probably need the energy at some point later tonight. That means that you can take your time with it, too. Serve them slowly, course by course. Crowley doesn’t really eat but he’s so swept up with it that he finds himself clearing his plate every time there’s something placed in front of him. You pour their wine whenever they get to the bottom of their glass, simpering and giggling bashfully. At one point you make a show of knocking a spoon to the floor and reaching over to pick it up - revealing that not only are you not wearing underwear, but there’s a pretty little jewelled plug in your hole too.

“Oh my,” Aziraphale chokes, and you hear Crowley grip his wineglass so hard it shatters. When you turn around to check he’s miracled up the mess and is pretending nothing has happened.

Dessert is Eton Mess. It’s one of Aziraphale’s favourites. Well, that’s easy. All desserts are his favourite. But when they’ve finished their bowls and you turn to grab another bottle of merlot from your wine rack, you hear the sound of crockery being swept to the floor, and a hand closes around your wrist. With a gleeful giggle you’re pinned onto the bare dining table.

Your lovers stare down at you.

“Someone’s feeling particularly teasing tonight,” Aziraphale manages, his free hand reaching to undo his bowtie. You smile faux-bashfully.

“Just thought that it might be a while before I saw the two of you again. Wanted to make it special.”

“Oh,” Crowley laughs, huskily, fingers reaching under the skirts to stroke your plug and make you gasp, “I think you did that just perfectly.”

Turns out the real dessert was you.

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[stellayla]

Alhaitham x gn!maid!reader x Kaveh (slow burn? ig)

this is longer than expected but the ideas kept flowing out. i only ended up finishing this because my airpods died while i was at school. i apologize if grammar and capitalization is inconsistent, i wrote this in a span of like three-ish weeks

• Alhaitham was tired of Kaveh complaining and not getting his work done in order to pay rent

• So he hired a cleaning service which just so happens to be you!

• And he offered more money than usual customers so who were you to decline, especially with him as the acting grand sage.

• Your first day on the job wasn’t so bad other than upon entering the shared home, you were met with a tall blond man claiming you were a burglar or, after seeing your uniform, thought you were a stripper.

• After introducing yourself as a CLEANING maid that Alhaitham hired, Kaveh relaxed slightly but then grumbled about the gray haired man not taking responsibility in his simple chores.

• Speak of the devil and he shall appear, said man greeted you and told you of your tasks. After some arguing between the roommates, you were finally set with your chores and started to work.

• Kaveh watched you for a bit while still trying to do some work just to make sure you were doing things correctly and not stealing anything. When you were done organizing a shelf and moving to the other side of the room, he interrupted your humming, “you don’t need to do this, you know? you can run away from him and i can make an excuse for you.”

• You replied, “i appreciate the offer Mr. Kaveh, but i do this job because i like it! no matter who or what im helping, i thoroughly enjoy it! and if i may say, sir, you don’t need to worry so much. i’ll clean until everything is in its right place and spotless! and if there is anything you’d request of me cleaning wise, i’ll do it.”

• Alhaitham heard this and walked in saying, “They’re right, i hired them because they’re one of the best of the best. So go relax a bit and finish your work so you can pay your rent on time.”

• After you were all finished, the cleaning lasting about five hours, you were packing everything up, getting ready to head out. Until the buff gray haired man came out of his study and looked around, his face didn’t show much, but something inside you told you he was impressed.

• “You did a good job. I’d like for you to come by every week, if that’s alright for you.” You agreed and took your paycheck. You didn’t have much other clients so the hours you agreed to do and the pay was exceptional.

• When you came back the next week, kaveh greeted you saying how he was finally able to get more work done than usual and how well you did, thanking you profusely for your work.

• The next few weeks you came to clean the bachelor pad were quiet, rather than the occasional arguing between the roommates but it soon became white noise from you hearing it so much. and plus, after you started working more, the rarer the arguments would be.

• Another change was your chores. now you were sent to grab produce, books, and documents since you didn’t have to clean as much now. and rather than working just once a week, it was multiple days. you hadn’t minded though, you were happy to help the busy men.

• Speaking of said men, they realized how much work they were putting you through and eventually sat you down for a proposal…

• No not a marriage proposal, a business proposal. though you were basically acting as a housewife for these men

• They asked if you’d like to like to work as their personal assistant or go back to cleaning their home once a week.

• Over the past month or two of working for them you honestly started to view them as friends and what type of person would say no to helping their friends?

• So you take up the offer! you stay with them nearly every day, rarely ever going back to your own apartment. which sucked because, rent, but you were getting paid by ur friends well enough.

• But after staying with them for so long you realized how little they eat or sleep so you would always make them meals.

• The first time they woke up to see you in the kitchen making breakfast (it was noon) is when they both started falling for you.

• there was multiple occasions where you crashed on one of their couches. this made them realize they were over working you a bunch and designated specific days you would help either of them.

• One night it was very early in the morning and Kaveh asked you for help on something earlier in the night. You were down to help and was able to get some work done with the best of your ability. However, you didn’t realize how long it’d take and your eyelids started getting heavy you tried to fight it but you noticed Kaveh was too immersed in his work so he won’t notice if you rested your head and surrendered from the fight with your eyelids. The blond man heard your pencil drop from your grasp and your light snores and moved his gaze to you. It softened when it hit your sleeping figure. Kavehs heartstrings pulled at this and sighed. He got up and grabbed a blanket for you and silently told himself he’ll do a little more work until he’ll go to sleep himself. He might even wait for you to get into a deeper sleep to carry you to sleep in his bed in a more comfortable position. But for now, he’ll do his work and steal glances at you, smiling softly and getting distracted by doodling a picture of you in his sketchbook. He made sure to hide it before going to sleep.

• As always, you woke up before both of the men and decided to make breakfast. That was until you saw the scarce groceries they had, so then you were about to leave for the market. “Oh, are you heading out?” said Alhaitham. You responded, “Just going to get you guys some groceries and make you guys breakfast. Do you need me to do anything, sir?” He sighed and said, “I know I’m your employer but we’re friends now, you don’t need to call me sir, Y/n.” You nodded as he continued, “I have to do some of my own errands, though. Would you mind if I accompanied you?” Thus started your date errand running with Alhaitham. You had grabbed the groceries and a few other things for the household with the help of the gray haired man. It didn’t take very long, an hour at least. But you made your way back to the house, carrying bags with Alhaitham and ready to start breakfast. When in front of the stove, that’s when you realized the sage hadn’t done any of his own errands, he only had helped you. You brought this up with him and he said it could wait for another time. In truth, he hadn’t needed to do anything at that moment. He just wanted to spend time with you and help you, he had gotten a warm feeling in his chest when he imagined doing domestic things, such as shopping and cooking, with you.

• They hadn’t realized how much they actually depended on you until you requested a month off to take care of your sick old neighbor. When you came back Kaveh embraced you saying how much he had missed you and he’ll never take you for granted. You said you missed the both of them and apologized for not being able to help for a while. “That’s nonsense, Y/n. You were doing what you do best.” said Alhaitham. “Thank you, Alhaitham.” You said as you hugged him. “How about we go to a restaurant? To celebrate your coming back.” Suggested Kaveh. “As long as your paying.” Alhaitham said as he grabbed your hand to lead you out the door.

• You all walked to Lambad’s Tavern and the boys kaveh were arguing over who would sit next to you. You sat yourself down first and the blonde ran to sit next to you in the booth, lying his arm on the chair behind you and talking about nonsense. Alhaitham, who sat across from you, was a little bummed but reached for your extended hand that was lying on the table, causing you to stutter in your sentence and pink to slightly dust your cheeks. This didnt got unnoticed by Kaveh as he fumed silently, but calmed down as an idea popped in his head. His hand that was behind you snaked down to your waist and his other hand on your knee, his fingers drawing little shapes.

•Your cheeks were very red and hot and you wondered to yourself, ‘how did I get myself in this situation where two very hot men are basically fighting over me?’.

• “Uhm, you guys…” you say.

• Alhaitham was the first to say it out right, “Y/n, I really enjoy the time we spend together. I may not show it much but, I like you.”

• Kaveh was taken aback, “WHAT?!? No, no, no. Y/n, I like you, a lot, in fact. He doesn’t deserve you.”

• As they bickered back and forth, you were conflicted and flattered. You had liked both of the men for a while now, but could you really choose one? No, that’d hurt the other far too much.

• “Alhaitham. Kaveh.” you called their names to get their attention. “I am flattered as much as I’m conflicted. I, too, should confess that I like you too. Both of you, equally. But I can’t just choose between you two. That would hurt me too much. I’m sorry.” You get up to start to leave but a hand softly grabs yours. You look back to see the gray haired man who had held your hand before. “Y/n, please. Stay. There’s no need to be sorry.”

• “Like us, you can’t control your feelings.” says the blonde as he hugs you. Alhaitham continues to hold your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles in a calming way as he says, “I should propose that you don’t choose.” both you and kaveh are confused, “Alhaitham what are you trying to say?” you ask. The sage continues, “Be selfish, for once in your life, Y/n. You do so much for others, and rarely think about yourself. Do yourself a favor, my love.” Kaveh made a face of realization, “Oh, I understand now!” as he clutched your other hand. “Darling, what do you say? Be selfish and choose us both.”

• Once again you blushed furiously. Choose them both? Was that possible? What would others think? Your mind was racing but could only spill out one thing, “Are you sure you two can share?” Kaveh looked offended and Alhaitham chuckled, “Anything for you, my love.” Kaveh agreed, “yeah, yeah what he said, I guess.”

• “Then, of course. It won’t hurt to be a little selfish.”

(at some point when writing this i imagined kaveh as prince gumball and alhaitham as marshall lee and it fits way too well.)

[euijoosorangeslice]

Turned into the Mafias Maid (part two)

warnings: tying up, dress up, handjobs.

Your eyes slowly opened, feeling a slight burn all over your body. You looked down, noticing your hands were tied to the counter in front of you. Your legs were tied to the chair tightly, and as you looked closer there were bolts tight on the legs of your chairs. You started to struggle, grunting loudly.

You heard the door open, hard footsteps walking in. "Good morning, sweetheart." A tall, handsome man holding a tray in his hand. "Who are you? Let me the fuck out of here!" You screeched, the man giggling. "Kei. But you'll be calling me sir. And your name?" You gave him an angry look, turning your head to the side. "Y/n. Well, you seem to not be in a talking mood. Here's breakfast. Sausage, some hotcakes and some orange juice. No pulp, just how you like it, right?"

"How did you- just let me go okay! I'm sorry for whatever fucked up shit I did to land here but whatever it is I'll pay you off!"

He smirked, chuckling softly. "Sweetie, you've got less than a hundred dollars in your wallet. Sort of why your here actually. Per say, a job opportunity." You ignored him, shouting off his ear. "Oh my god you fucking creep, you went through my stuff?"

"Well, we made your bedroom just like it was before. Whenever your ready to be a a good girl we can let you free." You blushed roughly at his use of words. Being a virgin, any dirty talk (even unintentional), set you off hard. "Oh? My cutie likes being called a good girl." Fuck, you were getting quickly wet from his soft talk.

"Alright , I need you to change into this." Kei ordered, helping you out of your restraints. He handed you a bundle of clothes, a headband above it. "What the hell is that?" You cringed, Kei smirking. "This is your uniform. Change. I even brought you new panties. And don't worry, I checked your cup size." You blushed, thinking of him going through your bras and seeing your lingerie.

"Okay, get out so I can change." You mumbled, pulling off your sweater. "I have to watch you babe. Make sure you don't do anything dumb." Sighing loudly, you didn't hesitate to get undressed. Well, getting naked in front of a hot dude can't be that bad, right? You took off your bra, letting your chest free. Kei whistled, staring at your chest. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." You took off your sweats, removing your panties as well.

"Trust me, I will." He pulled his phone out snapping a photo of your naked photo. You grumbled, putting on the lace panties and bra he brought you and wearing the uniform. "Ugh, do you guys have a weird kink or something? Seriously, a maid costume?" You had gloves on your hands, wearing a headband and thigh highs.

"Don't try anything dumb, alright? Just be a good little girl." He seductively whispered, you slightly whimpering. Nicholas opened the door, seeing you in your flustered state.

"Did Kei tell you about your ahem...terms and conditions?" You ignored him, still pissed off. "Sorry about earlier. But hey, I brought you this from your apartment." You looked up. seeing a stuffed bunny. "O-oh. thanks. So what is this dumb terms and conditions or whatever?" You pulled it from his hands, caressing it's ears.

Nicholas walked you over to your new bedroom. It was a perfect replica of your bedroom, with a few more decorations. "Right, well...let's get the rest of the crew in here." "C-crew? There's more of you guys?"

Right as you said that, a group of guys came in your door. "This is y/n." You ignored his droning on, staring straight for this hot group of guys standing in front of you. You bit your lip, playing with your fingers. You were examining this short, bunny like boy in front of you. He was adorable, glasses and all. You held long eye contact with him, seeing him blush. You looked down, noticing he was growing hard. Nicholas noticed your infatuation, smiling to himself. "Harua, you really like Y/n don't you?"

Harua looked around, noticing most of the boys were staring at him. 'Oh y-yeah. Sorry! She's just really pretty." He sort of cowarded into the corner, a taller boy with silver hair pushing him out of it. "It's okay. I think Y/N could help you get a little help with your problem?" He lightly cupped Harua's crotch, making him whimper. "T-taki! Don't do that."

"Well, this could be a good learning experience for you Y/N. Can you give our pure little Harua a quick tug?" Kei teased the both of you, Harua whining. "You really don't have to do that." Harua pleaded, Nicholas rolling his eyes. "It's okay to want to be pleasured Harua. We can leave if that'll make you more comfortable?" Nicholas patted his back, heading for the door. "Wait! D-don't leave I'm just really nervous right now."

You confidently walked up to Harua, grabbing the front of his pants. "I think I can help you. I've only ever done this once before." You blushed, the room going silent. "Fuck, fine. Just, let me get off." You smiled, pulling down Harua's pants and his boxers. You grabbed his cock, slowly turning your wrists around his base. "Cute, you're uncut." You whispered, smiling softly at him. Harua looked down in your eyes, feeling his cock twitch in your hand. "Ack...please? I just want to t-to cum all over your pretty face."

Harua moaned, you smirking at him falling apart. "Do it, hm? Your just so sensitive aren't you baby." You sped up your hand, seeing precum build on his tip. "A-ah slow down! Your gonna make me-" You flinched, feeling the sticky substance hit your face. "Fuck, that was super embarrassing." He pulled up his pants, sliding back into the corner. "Wow, you really just did that in front of anyone? I have a lot of hope in the new hire."

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ik i forgot to put something but it deleted and i didn't feel like replacing it.

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