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Dividers by djarrex

Maid for You [part 1?]

Prompt: After scrambling for ways to make money to live and eat- two things that you still unfortunately had to do after finding yourself in the Twisted Wonderland- you land a job at the Monstro Lounge. With all things Azul, however, there’s a catch. And Leona isn’t complaining.

Content: 18+ Smut - AFAB!Reader. Leona x reader, implied Azul x reader and Jade/Floyd x reader. A slightly overused concept, but a goodie nonetheless.

Word count: 3.8k (she’s a long one.)

Warnings: maid outfit, slight dubcon, humiliation, rough sex, breeding kink, exploitative labor (when isn’t it with Azul?), the value of thaumarks is arbitrary

Everyone is 18+ per my bio.

Somehow- for whatever strange and demented reason- even though you had no choice in whether or not you stayed at NRC, you still had to earn your keep. Crowley’s pockets, ever shallow and disinterested in helping out with the many renovations the Ramshackle Dorm needed, seemed to be running particularly low on excess funds in the last month.

“Oh, if only this physical monetary allowance were as great as my benevolence,” Crowley says with a flair, dramatically casting a hand over his mask as he clearly feigns disappointment, “Alas, this is all I have for you, dear Prefect.”

The amount he hands you is pitiful. You groan when you realize half of it is meant to feed Grim, too. Of course, Crowley isn’t above asking you to do menial cleaning tasks around campus for some extra (equally as pathetic) cash.

You leave his office, audibly cursing the headmaster’s name, when a gloved hand sneaks up from behind you.

“Seems like you’ve fallen on some hard times, Prefect.” The silver haired swindler hums, his voice just shy of divulging joy, “Perhaps I can be of service?”

“I assure that you will not regret this,” Azul smiles, stating something that would not have to be stated if you truly wouldn’t regret this. Your hand is on the doorknob to leave before Azul perks up once more.

“Oh, and Prefect,” he begins, hands pressed into a triangle as he leans over the desk, “about your uniform…”

.•*•.•*•.

It’s humiliating. You brush your hands over the bottom of your uniform and realize that the tips of your fingers are nowhere near the edge of the skirt. If you were to bend down, something very likely to happen as you drop plates off to patrons’ tables or even to the kitchen sink, your entire ass would be on display. Not to mention the narrow bodice, laced up the front to an uncomfortable tightness around your waist. Your breasts spill from the top, embarrassingly putting your whole body on display. Working a full shift in this outfit would be nearly torturous.

“That’s what you get for trusting that good for nothing octopus,” Grim grumbles as he helps you tie the front of your dress. “Now you gotta go around looking like a-”

“Don’t say it,” you warn, adjusting your ruffled headdress. “I’m doing this for your sake, too, you know.”

Grim sighs defeatedly as you exit the Ramshackle Dorm. “As long as those premium tuna cans keep rollin’ in, you can do whatever you want.”

You try to ignore the intense stares plastered onto your body as you walk toward the Hall of Mirrors. You’re in a constant battle between pulling your dress down to cover your ass and pulling your dress up for fear of flashing everyone in the vicinity a nipple.

I’ll change in Monstro’s bathroom from now on, you think to yourself as you pass by a particularly vocal crowd of Savanaclaw students. You’re nearly to the entrance of the Octavinelle dorm when you feel a familiar presence come up from behind you.

“What’s got you all dressed up, herbivore?” Leona asks dryly, eyes barely glancing over your body. You and Leona were not on particularly friendly terms since your stay at his dorm during your previous contract arrangement with Azul. In fact, the two of you had barely spoken since then, the awkwardness of having to share a bed and the tension between you proving too troublesome for either of you to act on.

He’s much cuter when he’s asleep, you think to yourself, remembering how your cheeks would flush when his face came close to yours in his sleep, or when his arms would subconsciously wrap around your waist. He can’t talk then.

“I’m going to work.” You say simply, attempting to enter the mirror once more, but Leona grips your wrist.

“For that guy again?” He asks, an eyebrow barely lifting in surprise. “I hope you know I ain’t gonna bail you out of this one again.”

“I don’t need your help, Leona.” You roll your eyes as you sneak your arm out of his grasp, “I can handle this myself.”

“Whatever you say, herbivore.” He says, watching you disappear into the rippling mirror.

.•*•.•*•.

Your first week at the Monstro Lounge goes swimmingly. Sure, maybe your service was a little slower due to your impractical outfit, and sure, maybe you forgot an order or two due to your inexperience serving and the ever-rotating menu, but you were surprisingly happy to learn that you had earned over 200 thaumarks in tips that week alone. You could almost taste the warm, quality meals you could now afford for yourself and Grim. Maybe you’d even get yourself a new uniform, as yours had been tattered and patched up so many times that it was beginning to look like a quilt.

Azul summons the servers to his office after the shift on Friday and offers everyone a seat. You struggle to flatten your skirt down against your legs as Jade and Floyd take a seat on either side of you.

“Shrimpy looks so cute in their outfit!” Floyd exclaims, looming over you with an expression in his eyes that is hard to read. “Whenever I’m working with them I just want to squeeze them so tight that they pop-“

“That’s enough, Floyd.” Jade chastises, but he’s glancing down at you with the same unplaceable look. “But you do look… incredible, Prefect.”

Azul clears his throat to draw attention back to him, clutching a manila folder. He places it on the table and taps it twice, looking at the room darkly.

“Well,” he begins, “as you know, there is an expected weekly minimum for tip collection.”

You stare, slightly confused, not remembering whether or not you had heard anything about a minimum tip collection. You scan your eyes over the room. None of the other employees look as perturbed by the statement as you do.

“We strive for a pool of 2000 thaumarks,” Azul continues, making his way from behind his desk, “this number represents the quality of our service. The higher our customer’s satisfaction, the larger our tip pool should be- as all of you should know, that means a minimum of 400 thumarks per employee.”

Azul comes to rest his hands next to your head from behind the sofa you sat on. Your heart races as your brain tries to formulate an excuse- some kind of plan- to get you out of the situation you were currently facing. “And one of our servers came up around 200 thaumarks short.”

“Ooo, Shrimpy’s in trouble!” Floyd laughs first, “Maybe that means I will be able to squeeze them~”

“Now now,” Azul chides, rapping his fingers along the head of the sofa. “Let’s all be kind to our latest employee. They’re new to the job, after all.”

“I didn’t even know about the tip minimum-“ you start to protest, turning to look at Azul. He tsks in response.

“Oh, but you did.” He smirks, “Your contract clearly states it, right in black and gold.”

You internally curse yourself for not reading the fine print- of course there would be more to it than the dumb outfit you were meant to wear.

“Now, this kind of violation would usually earn someone a swift termination-“ Azul doesn’t specify if he means just from the job or otherwise, “-but since your contract specifies a 30-day probationary period, you are not subject to immediate dismissal.”

You breathe a sigh of relief before Azul proceeds.

“So I will simply ask you to make 800 back next week-”

Time slows and your brain stops functioning. 800? When you could barely scrape together 200? Azul smiles at you despite your horror.

“-And we’ll be skimming this week’s missing 200 thaumarks off the top of your paycheck.”

.•*•.•*•.

With the 200 thaumarks missing from your paycheck, you eke out a modest 800. Your first instinct is to fork over the remaining balance of your first paycheck. You could start over on a new leaf, debt free. But when you come home to see your mattress charred to a crisp (the result of a quarrel between Ace and Grim that neither had made privy to you beforehand), that idea is tossed out of the window. Much like you’d like to do to those two walking headaches.

You quickly become the hardest worker at the Monstro Cafe. Your speed and efficiency is unmatched, even by Jade and Floyd (on a good day). You even learn how to take advantage of the work uniform, exaggerating the way you bend over tables to deliver food, allowing your breasts to hit the table in front of the ogling patrons. What’s the point of being publicly humiliated if you couldn’t at least profit off of it, right?

It’s Thursday night when you realize that you’ve only made 450 thumarks in tips. This would be excellent under any other circumstance, but you were still short by a long shot if you expected to pay Azul back. You shudder to think about what might happen if you fail to reach your goal this time.

It gets much too overwhelming, and with your thoughts swirling and anxiety rising, you find it all too difficult to breathe in your constricting uniform. You sit in an empty booth and feel yourself start to cry. Your breathing becomes intensely labored as you try to hold yourself together, gripping some of the folded silverware that sat on the table.

I didn’t ask for any of this, you think. I didn’t ask to be transported here, I didn’t ask to be responsible for two mouths to feed, I didn’t ask-

Your panic is interrupted by the all too familiar jingle of the door chime and you scramble to your feet. You quickly wipe away any tears and makeup that might’ve leaked down your face and try to compose yourself before the customers see.

“Welcome to the Monstro Lounge!” You say, trying to sound chipper. “How can I help-“

You stop your automatic spiel when you realize who you’re looking at. Leona, with Ruggie in tow, stands before you with arms crossed. His small smirk dissolves momentarily when he examines your face a bit longer.

Ruggie seems not to notice anything wrong as he greets you, his tail twitching back and forth. “Ah, Prefect! Nice to see you keeping yourself busy, shishishi…”

You give a curt bow to Ruggie and flash him a quick, forced smile, “Are you two looking for a table?”

Leona seems to be bored of your customer-service persona as he pushes past you to seat himself and Ruggie at a booth near the far end of the lounge. You scurry to meet them, flipping your book open as you rear up to take their order.

“Do you want to hear about any of our specials?” You ask, setting menus down onto the table. “We have a delicious fresh-foraged mushroom medley-“

“Oi,” Leona interrupts, speaking for the first time since he arrived, “You really expect me to eat that vegetable junk?”

You try not to roll your eyes, sighing as you strike the automated message from the conversation. “Of course not, sorry sir.”

Leona lifts an eyebrow at your use of ‘sir’ and gives Ruggie a sideways glance. “They really got you whipped here, huh?”

“Please, do not do this right now.” You hiss in a whisper, trying not to gain the other server’s attention. “I really shouldn’t even be taking your orders since you’re not seated in my section-“

“There’s that fire,” Leona says, causing Ruggie to titter, “We can move if it means that much to you, I suppose. It’ll cost ya for the inconvenience, though.”

You finally let out a groan, looking across the restaurant. Azul, Jade, and Floyd had taken an impromptu trip back to the ocean to restock on some of their imported ingredients (cheaper to smuggle it back to land than have it delivered directly to the lounge), so it was only you and one other server that day. Thursdays were never too busy at the lounge, as most people elected to show up on Fridays instead as a way to celebrate the end of the school week. You decide to say fuck it and simply apologize to the other server later- it wasn’t as if they weren’t all secretly mad at you for the meeting they had to attend at your expense anyway.

“No,” you say firmly. “Just tell me what you want.”

“I want to know why you’re still workin’ for this slimy octopus.” Leona asks suddenly, causing you to freeze. Ruggie tilts his head at the both of you, seemingly unaware of your current predicament.

Your lips draw into a tight line, squeezing the server book in your hands. “I need the money.”

“Yeah Leona,” Ruggie begins, offering some sympathy, “not everyone has a royal trust fund like you.”

Leona is unphased by the jab as his eyes continue to survey your expression. After a while, he finally speaks again. “I’ll have the ribeye. Blue. No sides.”

“You did say anything on the menu, didn’t you Leona?” Ruggie tests, to which Leona gives an affirmative grumble. You can’t help but think that the way his eyes light up is precious. “Then I’ll have the seared porterhouse, cooked the same!”

You hastily write down their orders, grateful that they weren’t just completely wasting your time, and quickly run to the kitchen.

The rest of dinner service goes well. You’re already done with closing the rest of the lobby before Leona and Ruggie finally leave. You give a terse farewell as you go to pick up the check they left behind on the table. When you look inside, you might as well have been struck by lightning.

“Wait, Leona!” You yell, running after him before he gets the chance to get away. “Why- why did you leave 2000 thumarks? Your total was only-“

Leona motions for Ruggie to go on without him before turning back to you. “You said you needed money, didn’t you?”

“Yes but,” you begin, unable to fully process the situation, “this is more than I make in a week-“

“-and this is less than I’d ever even think to look for.” Leona interrupts, “I know that seacow is probably holdin’ something over your head for this. So take the money and shut it, herbivore.”

You’re speechless as Leona begins to walk away. “Wait-“ you call after him once more, “there has to be some way to repay you.”

Leona thinks for a minute as the corner of his mouth pulls into a devious smirk. “Maybe there’s one thing.”

.•*•.•*•.

You tell Leona to meet you in Azul’s office after the rest of the staff clocked out for the night. To your surprise, after double checking the registers and shutting all the lights, Leona is already in his office, leaning on Azul’s desk.

Leona seems like a different person when you’re alone together. His usual lazy and uncaring air is replaced by something darker- something you couldn’t quite name.

He beckons you over with a nod of his head and you follow obediently. He reaches over to you, untying your apron as he stares into your eyes.

“You know, I hadn’t really even thought to ask you for anythin’ in return,” Leona says, discarding the apron haphazardly to the floor beside you. “Kindness will be your downfall.”

You aren’t able to give your defense before Leona pulls your lips against his. He wastes no time deepening the kiss, his tongue gently guiding its way into your mouth.

You can’t believe this is happening. You aren’t sure if you even wanted this. I just want enough money to live, god damn it.

The same panicked thoughts and rapid breathing begin to take hold of your body, something you were unfortunately becoming accustomed to, as well as something else building up in your core.

Leona lifts your skirt up and lets out a low whistle at the sight of your ass. He grabs it, large hands roughly gripping into your skin. Leona rears his hand back and lands his palm firmly onto your cheeks, causing you to yelp in surprise.

“Surprisingly cute, herbivore.” He says, smacking your ass once more. You can’t help but let out a satisfying moan at his ministrations. “Wouldn’t have pegged you as such a masochist.”

You’re unable to counter his statement before he starts to rub you through your panties. He chuckles darkly, feeling your wetness soak through the thin fabric.

“These are adorable,” he begins, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “That smarmy octopus make you wear these, too?”

He pulls your lacy panties down and spreads you wide, rubbing up and down your folds. He slowly sinks his fingers into your warmth, pumping them in and out as he uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit.

“L-Leona!” You cried out, unable to stop yourself from arching into his touch. He reaches his unoccupied hand up to grasp your breast, firmly kneading it as he continues to fuck you onto his fingers.

“Mhm. That’s right,” he teases, resting his forehead on yours, “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

You moan loudly as his fingers bring you closer and closer to climax. Just as you’re about to come undone, Leona pulls his fingers out, causing you to whine in dissatisfaction.

You watch as he raises his hand to lap at the wetness left behind on his fingers. He chuckles, watching your expression flush with embarrassment at his lewd actions.

“You taste good, herbivore. I’ll have to taste you from the source next time.” He murmurs, beginning to unbuckle his pants. The promise of a ‘next time’ sends electricity down your spine and straight to your throbbing cunt. He pulls his pants and boxers down in quick succession, his erection standing tall in front of your face.

“Suck.” He commands, and you can’t help but oblige.

His cock is huge, thick and long enough to where you can’t fit it all in your mouth. You move your lips along his length, nose coming to rest along tufts of curly dark brown hair as you take him as far as you can. He lets out a low growl, his hand gripping your hair as he starts to aid your head along his shaft. Leona bucks his hips into your mouth, causing you to sputter and choke. He laughs, watching your tear-filled eyes as you take his cock.

“Not bad,” he says, stifling a groan as you begin to increase your speed. You pull back to swirl your tongue around the head of his member, licking up the slit to collect his salty beads of precum. You stroked his cock, looking up into his emerald green eyes, pupils blown out due to his arousal, to give your throat some levity. A trail of saliva still connects you to the tip of his cock, making Leona lick his lips at the sight.

“As much as I would love to paint that pretty little face right now, I have somethin’ else in mind.” He says, pulling you up from your hair to give you a deep kiss.

Your tongues clash, still being able to taste yourself from his earlier actions. He pushes you onto Azul’s desk, uncaring of the litany of spreadsheets and half-drafted contracts stacked on top. He slaps his cock against your clit and you whimper in surprise.

“Gonna ruin your perfect pussy,” he grumbles against your ear, rubbing himself against your entrance teasingly. Great Seven, you’d do anything for him to just take you. Leona watches as you move your hand down to rub your aching clit, seizing your wrist before you could. “Patience, herbivore.”

Your heart thuds against your breasts as you watch his length slowly fill you to the hilt. You can’t help but let out a gasp as Leona fully submerges himself inside of you, your pussy deliciously clenching around him.

“Fuck,” Leona hisses, hands resting on your hips. He doesn’t give you much time to adjust before slamming back into you, a choked cry escaping your throat as he begins at an unrelenting pace. Your arms reach up to wrap around his shoulders, fingernails gripping into his back as you desperately search for something to keep you grounded. He bites into your shoulder, just shy of drawing blood, and you return the favor with your blunt nails against his shoulder blade.

You’re fucked dumb, all previous anxieties and worries pounded out of your pretty little head as Leona takes. He finally moves to rub your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna pump you full of my cum,” Leona growls, hiking your legs even higher up, folding your body nearly in half as he continues to fuck you. “Stuff you full of my cubs- you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

All you can do is nod, whimpering as Leona smirks against your neck. Your orgasm rocks your body, tensing every muscle in your body as you cry out his name.

Leona follows soon after, his body locking as he sends wave after wave of hot cum into your throbbing pussy. His dick twitches as he pulls out of you, a burst of white dripping from your thoroughly fucked pussy.

You have no time to enjoy your high as the crashing realization of what you just did enters your system. Shame wracks your body even harder than your orgasm as you watch Leona clean himself up, putting another 2000 thaumarks on the table.

“So, when’s your next shift?”

Can you tell I’ve been in the food industry for 6 years

May make this into a series with the different boys coming to see Dear Reader at work… but y’all will have to start sending requests bc my brain is empty except for Leona 😩 /hj

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