MCYTER ONE SHOTS (M)

Maid (squidnoblade) (smut)

Technomaid and bottomblade plus squidnoblade bottomblade as requested by quite a few people.
Ship: Squidnoblade
Prompts/Kinks/TWs:
Spider, I guess but it dies, mentions of blood
Technomaid (obviously), slight feminization/crossdressing ig, venom, suspension fetish, master, bondage, cum fetish kinda, embarrassment, cock ring, orgasm denial, degradation, praise, mentions of knifeplay oops, hair pulling, roughness, toys (?)

More slight nsfw art above and at the end

A week. A week is how long it took him to realise. A whole week. He had to admit, he'd gotten lazy lately, not checking up on his rival quite as much as he should, but a week? He had to get into his base and see what was going on somehow, and yesterday.

At first, it seemed like an insignificant update to their war. Some updates to the spawn, quests, and a few mob drop farming things. Nothing to do with potatoes, right? But, he couldn't seem to ignore the rumours he'd been hearing about Squid building a massive string collection farm all of the sudden. It didn't seem to leave the back of his mind, but he was busy all week. Was it a personal project, probably? There had to be a reason, right?

So finally, finally, he took a look at the update logs again. Uh oh.

He was about to gain a major advantage if he couldn't find a way to stop him. This was no mission for his little moles and spies, he had to do this himself, and in total secrecy.

So, here sat Technoblade, number one potato farmer, locked in a linen closet of Squid's base on his island, looking desperately for a disguise or something, anything to make his stealth mission a little easier. After all, it wasn't exactly his strong suit. Sheets, pillowcases, towels, robes, seems like it was all laundry stuff for the staff. No hats, no jackets, no nothing. He supposed he could always wear the robe, but if anything, that would draw more suspicion.

He checks one last shelf filled with black and white linens, and grabbed one off to inspect it. It was... a uniform! Wait...

It was a female unform. A classic, French maid type of uniform. What the fuck? Who even uses these anymore? There was so many of them, it had to be the standard one. Come to think of it, he had seen a few staff members wearing one before, but he just figured it was some cosplay or kinky shit or something, and that wasn't what he was ever there to worry about.

They have to have a men's in here, right? He pulls out the frilly uniforms messing throwing them behind him, desperately looking for a men's. But, to no avail. All that came out were dresses, aprons, underskirts, socks, and more dresses.

"Damn itttt, dammitdammitdammit- fucking rich people dude." He mumbles to himself, pacing back and forth over the uniforms with a sigh. They were already suspicious, he'd let a staff member spot a flash of him by mistake, and he could exactly go and kill them, so he was sure they'd reported a mysterious person lurking with his clothing's description.

Was he really going to do this? What choice did he have? He picks one up, contemplating.

It didn't look too bad, he would be mostly covered, probably, or, at least the long socks would cover up his legs. The skirt was a little short, though. It even came with one of those little hats, and gloves. It wouldn't be the most embarrassing thing he'd done for some potatoes, but still.

"Fuck it." He puts on the maid dress and stockings first, before adding the gloves, hat, and apron next. It was so... lacy, and flowy, and just feminine. He couldn't help but stop and admire the nice feeling of silk and lace on his skin, not too heavy for working, but not too light that he would get cold, either. 'It's just clothes. Clothes don't have a gender. I have little sisters, I can deal with this.' He tried to convince himself. He took a moment to settle into it.