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the problem with watching buffy the vampire slayer for the first time when you're 13 is that it will fundamentally reshape your brain chemistry to the point where literally all fiction becomes buffy the vampire slayer in different fonts. "watch another show!" you might say, and believe me i have! i promise i've watched many other shows since i was 13. but the problem is that all those other shows as well as films, books, podcasts etc. are simply deviations of buffy the vampire slayer to me. it's the holy text, the primary source. everything else is just commentary.
Okay I know accessibility devices are never one-size-fits-all and that thereās a use case for these somewhere, but I canāt stop imagining trying to talk to someone at a party and they look at you and move the level down a few ticks
"fuuuck baby, thaat's it... that's my pretty girl."
leon's sure this his therapy session after all the shit he saw in his latest mission, returning to the one city that haunted his mind and dreams ever since he was a rookie. but he made it this timeāsaved grace, found a cure for himself and sherry, earning himself a nice vacation.
now, he was fixing his fucked up mentality and relieving stress by using your sweet little pussy, watching how perfectly you bended for him on your shared bed, ringed hand clawing the sheets. he watched where you two joined, his cum from previous rounds leaking out of you as he kept thrusting and thrusting, the sounds of small burps and squelches making him feel like he's right where he belongsāin his sweet wife's cunt.
"swallowin' me so good, shit, could kill for this sight. killed for this sight, you have no idea." he felt better and energetic, more than he did in agesāthanks to the cureāand now all he wanted to do with this was, of course, fuck his wife properly.
"leonn.. fuckāgaah.. hmgh.. hnn.." you drooled and slurred his name, unable to say anything else as he pounded inside you from behind, his big and rough palms kneading, spanking and spreading your ass almost desperately. leon was desperate right now, the need to feel you and make sure he really did make it was almost tasteable with the way he fucked.
"so good sweetheart, so good, always so good," he rambled through his breathy voice, hugging your waist tight enough to pull you back into his chest. he headlocked you to keep his balanceāhis other hand on your stomach, feeling the way it bulged with his cock. he groaned, nuzzling your hair and scent, basically drowning himself in you.
he was so happy for once. and all he wanted to do was to share it with you. just you.
"love you so much," he grunted, breathing heavily into your temple, small and barely audible whimpers coming out from his deep voice. you're so messy and dizzy to hear it properly, but when you do, you clench. hard. enough to pull another one from him. "so much babyāhaahnh... my beautiful wifeā"
you bit his forearm to keep yourself from screaming, eyes crossed softly. your moans grew needier against his skin, and from the way you clenched, he knew you were right there.
"gonna cum? yeaah you gonna cum, gonna cum right on my cock." he panted, squeezing your tummy as his cold ring created a contrast on your sweaty and heated skin. you whined, and held his bicep tight enough to leave marks. though all he cared was how good that ring looked on your finger as you did.
"come on baby, i earned it didn' i?" he breathed into your ear, his plea making your eyes roll back. he reached down from your tummy, rough thumb messily circling your clit. "earned your pussy, earned to feel you cum. gonna fill you up again, yeah? i came back to you, all curedāfuck," he whimpered again, so low and deep you almost mistake it as a groan. "ā'n healed. gimme my fuckin' reward."
you came from his words and delicious thrusts, trembling in his arms. his own orgasm crashed right after yours, and the force of it made him slump with you on the bed, flat on your back with stuttering hips. "shit," he breathed, kissing all over your spine, giving gentle licks and nips.
"i.. i love you too.." you mumbled, completely spent and just now regaining your ability to speak. he let out a tired and rough chuckle, turning until he was spooning you properly.
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A 1920s time period piece. I made this as historically accurate as I could. It is more historically inspired and set in London. This is for @justamegafan
Yandere 1920s Imagines: Parlor Maid
Yandere Socialite x Fem Maid Reader x Yandere Nobleman
TW: Wlw, internalized homophobia, messy love triangle between siblings (Not incest), bullying (mention), yandere behavior, abuse of power, uncomfortable situations, two emotionally constipated nobles, and unhealthy relationship dynamics
Duchess Frances and Duke William Monroe had always fought over toys and trinkets since they were young. These small squabbles never ended, even when they reached adulthood. Especially when they both had their sights set on you, the pretty little maid. Both siblings were incredibly competitive over you, their sweet, oblivious maid.
You had been with them since they were children since you were the daughter of a maid. And once you were a teen, you worked for the family tooā¦ and those two siblings made your life a living hell. You had no idea that they did such awful acts upon you for your utmost attention rather than sadistic pleasure, but how were you to know the truth? They merely learned love through what they observed between their cold parents.
Frances used to cut your hair without your permission and stuff the remnants into a tin under he bed, while William had a much stranger habit. He enjoyed keeping your dirty socks. They were both so strange to you as the years went on. What started at childish bullying turned into a strange dynamic they had with no other house servant.
When adulthood finally came, Frances Monroe became a diva. Unlike her war commander brother, who threw elaborate parties and had gaggles of women dancing on his arms, sheād flaunt her furs and jewelry amongst the party guests. And she made you, her maid, do her hair and makeup multiple times a day just so she could have your hands on her. Frances adored the attention she recieved from other women, but didnāt like the attention of menā¦ the socialite didnāt quite understand why, but she gravitated towards you. You were the only one who indulged her every command and it made her feel special. Even though Frances failed to realize you didnāt quite have a choice.
Your hands were constantly making finger waves in her French bob. You swore your hands were in the permanent shape of the comb and your hands smelled constantly of sugar water. Yet Frances was never satisfied.
āRedo it. You canāt possibly think this hairstyle is acceptable for my party guests.ā Sheād tell you each time despite how good the hair looked. This was all to have your constant attentionā¦ and to keep you away from her older brother, William.
When you finally had free time, youād be hounded by William who wanted you to fetch him all kinds of assortments. Whether it was drinks or snacks, heād ask for them in bountiful amounts. Yet that wasnāt the worst part, the worst part was when William had you feed him and it was always a show.
William would beckon you over like a dog in front of so many people before heād have you nearly straddling his lap to hand-feed him an appetizer or an olive from his martini. His blue eyes would be half lidded and dazedā¦ like you were yet another woman he wanted as a conquest. It made you sick.
You hated those two spoiled brats. The hours you worked as a servant were so long and demanding and the pay? It was so low, you almost felt like a pet rather than a worker. You worked multiple jobs since the Monroes' cutback on servants in the manor. There were hardly any male servants due to the ongoing warā¦ and you knew it was only a matter of time before one of the few men left in this house might try to put their hands on you. You had heard stories from other maidsā¦ and you had no interest in being a bed warmer and ultimately, known as a trollop itās why youāve been saving most of your checks. You needed enough for a ticket to sail across the Atlantic to Americaā¦ maybe youād find a better life in New York than working for this awful Duchy.
You sat up as you went to the hidden hole you had hidden under your mattress where you kept a metal tin full of shillings. You had about Ā£14 that youāve collected over three years. Itād be enough for a boat ticketā¦ You only made about that much a year as a parlor maid. Which was more than what you made years ago. You were grateful for the meager pay rise because you were that much closer to freedom. You packed your tin back where it was before you made sure it was secure once more. The last thing you needed was for someone to discover thisā¦ you had been talking to a sailor for a few months now on getting on the hair and he promised you a spot if you ever truly needed it. You took great advantage of your looks to get what you wanted. And you were hopeful that heād keep his word.
The days went on and you noticed William began to seek you out more and more. Whether it be to ask you to fetch him a beverage or to stand as close as possible beside you while you dusted. It unnerved you how he looked at you, yet the older maids could do nothing to help you.
āIāll be going to war soon,ā William told you softly. His blue eyes filled with longing. āā¦meet me in my room tonight.ā
Frances angrily stormed into the room when one of the maids let it slip that William asked you that request. Her blue eyes were narrowed as her pin curls were still pinned to her head since she had waited all morning for you, specifically, to come to her room to take them out despite her having a personal maid.
āHow dare you indulge my brother! You are to be at my beck and call, not his!ā She huffed in annoyance, her pale cheeks flushed red. āIām far better company than that sheik! Look at my hair! I need you to fix it.ā
You obediently followed her to her room as she practically dragged you. Frances complained the entire time as you fixed her blonde bob for her. The socialite was leaning into your hands the whole time which made your job even more difficult. If only you looked up to see the dazed expression on her face, then youād know how Frances really felt. Frances felt the feelings for you that a man would feel for a woman and that really upset her. Because Frances knew she could never truly have you. Sheād have to marry a nobleman one day. Unlessā¦ She took you back with her.
It rained that night, but you quietly went to Williamās room as he asked. You didnāt want to upset him since William had a worse temper than Frances, herself.
He was quick to wave you over to him as he sat in his chair. His blue eyes studied your form in an emotion you could only describe as reverence. Which was odd since he was a known ladies' man. Yet you never truly looked into whether or not he genuinely joined those ladies in his room. He was just a privileged elite in your eyes anyways.
āYouāve grown so beautiful.ā William quietly told you, and his hand went to grab yours. His grip was as tight as the coils of a snake around its prey. āItās not fair that my sister keeps you all to herself.ā
The moment he went to try to pull you into his lap, you quickly tried to push away from him. His blue eyes widened before they became half-lidded. Did you enjoy teasing him? How naughtyā¦
āIām sorry, my lord. I hadnāt meant to offend you-ā William chuckled as he continued to let his hands roam your body. He had been holding back for so long but no other woman could get him quite as worked up as you did.
āNonsense. Iām finally able to appreciate you and your beautiful body now that my father isnāt here. Do you know how hard it was to keep all the men away from you all these years? I didnāt want another man to ever touch you, sweetheart.ā William smiled. āIāve been carrying a torch for you for years and now I finally get to touch you.ā
The moment he went to pull you in for a kiss, you shoved him before you fled. The Duke hardly had time to register what had just happened before he gave chase. If you glanced back, you would have see the expression of pure panic on his face. William had thought you liked him tooā¦ You had never lashed out like this before!
āWait! Please-ā
But you rushed into your room and took out that little tin full of money from under your mattress before you fled down the staircase. A few servants merely gave you a glance at first until they saw the young master chasing you. The room soon descended into pandemonium, which of course attracted Frances to exit her room in shock. Her blue eyes widened when she saw you rushing out the door in only your maid uniform and your little, metal tin.
āWait! Where are you going?!ā Frances soon descended the stairs as well, yet she wasnāt quick enough. You were out that door. Both siblings screamed for you over and over again, but you drowned them out.
You ran down the streets of London, grateful that you were a fifteen-minute run to the Tilbury port. You practically threw the money at the sailor you had spoken to for all these months to take you away this very instant, the poor man was practically at a loss with how inconsolable you were. Yet he allowed you onto the ship. You had escaped your hellish life as a servant for the Monroe Duchyā¦ unaware that your nightmare was only just beginning.
