[ON HIATUS] Working as a maid for three of the most terrifying, gorgeous, high-powered women alive was never on my bingo card. Yet here I am, cleaning furniture that costs more than my entire bloodline while trying not to cry in the walk-in pantry. Every day I get judged by women who could step on me, ruin me financially, emotionally, spiritually, sexually, or all of the above. At once. With heels. Arlecchino is basically a human lie detector with murder-mystery detective energy and eyes that probably know my search history. Signora looks like she files taxes (or not, I dunno) in couture and eats diamonds for breakfast. Kafka is the therapist-slash-author who could destroy my mental health using only a paragraph, then gently pat my head about it. My daily routine goes something like this: cook, clean, garden, get stabbed a little, get kidnapped occasionally, recover, and then immediately get pulled into more nonsense that absolutely was not included in any job description I signed. It's like the universe said, "What if we threw one overstimulated disaster maid into a murder mansion and filmed it for fun?" They keep calling me the head maid, which is hilarious considering I am literally the only maid here. Somehow I'm still hanging on. Through the flirting, the near-death experiences, the emotional whiplash and the slow realization that I might be developing Stockholm Syndrome but make it cute. Also, surprise, the story is a romantic comedy fused with a psychological thriller and sprinkles of emotional devastation. You know, for flavor. And maybe... maybe I'm not just barely surviving anymore. Maybe this mansion is starting to feel like home. Haha. No. Absolutely not. Probably.

TW • contains of : Alcoholism, Domestic Violence, Child Neglection, mentions of Blood, heavy on Mommy Issues. Teacher Attachment, Age Difference, Explicit, BDSM, Exhibitionism. Teacher x student story, also a slowburn :) ────────────────── "You look like an angel, but you're devil in disguise." Although you never exchanged words with the mysterious, cold biology professor, you couldn't help but stare upon her as she passed you in the school hallways everyday. Her figure was rather tall, elegant, and often adorned modernly. Her red lips, however, were the most gazing feature about her. She wasn't your ordinary teacher, she had aspects and depths within herself that one would not expect from such an austere person, so what were her true intentions after all, if not the devil's sins? ─────────────── ✧.* Alternative Universe College Story! ☆ Current count of words : 198k ✧.* Based on a true teacher included in this story. * Story can be also found on AO3, under my name Huszq. Also, the additional dark tags can be found there. ☆ Story playlist : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1bDBmXvsS5NkuLdLyCbUlF?si=e5f3eec54e094f62 ✵ = mentions of explicit content or smut.

You find yourself in a situation similar to Ains Ooal Gown, trapped in the world of Yggdrasil with no option to exit the game. Your LI is basically all the girls within the tombs of Nazarick, but I might end up focusing on just one eventually. gxg 04/05/2020 - #2 - Albedo!!! 16/12/2020 - #6 - xfemalereader :O 19/01/2021 - #4 - Solution 11/09/2021 - #1 - xfem

❝𝗜𝗳 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗯 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗻❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝖨𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖢𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖪𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖠𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖤𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘪 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ✦ 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰 .-.

❝𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 there's a miscalculation that (Y/N) failed to perceive. That comes in the form of their love purposely trying to tie her down. ➣ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑.

darkness. that's all you could see in the vast of nothingness a distinct voice sounding miles away, whispers in your ear "𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱." kafka x f!reader started: 05/03/2023 ended: ??/??/????

You just arrive in hell. What happens when you catch the eyes of a few of Hell's most powerful overlords..? 18+ Fem reader reached #1 in #valentino #vox #hazbinhotel #alastor #angeldust #husk #fizzarolli

Y/n has fallen into the pride ring of hell where they met their fellow acquaintance. However, there was a faint feeling that they have seen him before somewhere in life. Now they have to make a living and try to pass the day overcoming daily obstacles, and of course, the yearly extermination. 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎!!! 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘚 𝘚𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘠 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘎𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘋𝘜𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘜𝘔𝘈 𝘐𝘕𝘝𝘖𝘓𝘝𝘌𝘋!!

Y/N is the daughter of infamous witch Agatha Harkness. Living in the shadow of her mother always made Y/N resentful, but especially more so when her mother left and hasn't contacted Y/N in over a year. Entering her third year of University alone, she never expected to meet her professor, Ms. Maximoff, a retired avenger. The two grow close together, closer than either had imagined. But when tensions run high, and secrets are revealed will they be able to forgive each-others pasts? Or will it create problems they can't come back from? And when people they never thought they'd see again start coming back to town, will it tear them both apart?

Not To long of falling into Hell and becoming a Deer Demon. (Y/n) gets taken in by The Princess of Hell herself Charlie Magne and her girlfriend Vaggie. So in return she helps around the hotel by fixing electronics old and new. While helping around she gets to know a certain demon, The Radio Demon. Not bothering to listen to the story of him that Vaggie told her, (Y/n) and Alastor get to know one another. But along the way, things begin to happen that no one can explain. And begin to question just what is going on to a certain demon they know. --------- ///Rankings\\\ #1 in RadioDemonxReader #4 in HazbinHotel #5 in Vivziepop --------- Started: February 1st, 2020 Finished: April 2nd, 2021 Sequel: Dernière Danse | (Alastor x Deer Demon Reader) --------- © Hazbin Hotel: Belongs To Vivziepop © Fan Art: They belong to their rightful owners © Original Characters In This Book: Asher and Aalam Belong To Me © (Y/n): You Belong To Yourself