Just some random One-Shots from different fandoms. :3
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Filled with random One-Shots and short mini series.
*Reader Insert Friendly (M/GN/F)
*Rating: Mild to Diablo
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🆆🅰🆁🅽🅸🅽🅶: OOC, Reader Insert, Maid!Reader, Female!Reader, Older Man/Younger Woman, Size Difference|Size Kink, Some Plot, OCs To Push The Story Along, Maxxor Crushing On Reader In Secert, I May Have Threw Some Headconons In Here 🆃🅷🅴🅼🅴: Hidden Crush 🅵🅰🅽🅳🅾🅼: Chaotic Chapter: 1/?
[1]Maxxor, ruler of Overworld, had not been able to sleep. Work got in the way, the enemy could easily take this advantage. But no one attempted, not yet. An almost silent knock had snapped Maxxor out of his sleep like stupor,
"Come in." He spoke in a deep voice, leaning back in the chair as you walked in. Holding a tray of food and what appeared to be coffee, your fake smile ever so present like always.
"How are you feeling today, My Lord?" You asked as you approached, the green skinned male tidied his desk up to make room for the metal tray. Carefully setting the object down, Maxxor shrugged, old bones cracking.
"The usual." Was his response, it was the same sentence each day.
Nothing new.
This man never liked to talk to you, only a few simple words, nothing much. You also linked this to his older age of around his 40s, maybe 50s. You were in your twenties and this very man made you appear as if you were younger and dwarf compared to him. You took to pouring the coffee into a mug, Maxxor always had someone make coffee, he never seemed to ask for any other kind of drink. Setting the steaming cup down upon the wooden desk,
"Is there anything else I could get you, Sire?" You asked with hands clasped together behind your back, waiting for an answer.
"No. That will be all." You briefly bowed and begun to walk away, leaving the male alone whose eyes once followed your form before disappearing from the room. Later in that day, you were doing the chores assigned to you. Mopping the halls, washing dishes, dusting, and even preparing the rooms.
All so tiring!
You barely ever have the energy but somehow manage to get through the day. After the work was done and the day turned to night, you said goodnight to your friends before heading to your room. Your limbs ached from work, heavy they felt. Luckily you didn't have to close your bedroom door, it did that on its very own due to the weight and angle it was set.
"Aaahh... So tired!" You whined to yourself, something then caught your eye. Something was amiss upon your mirrored dresser, making your way over. Everything seemed intact, maybe it was just- wait a minute!
Your perfume!
It's missing!
No!
How could you have misplaced it!
It was your favorite!
You inwardly cried, you shrugged it off quickly after. It's not like you can't get another anyway. With a final groan, you flopped down upon your bed. Dreamland claiming you immediately, something that ever rarely happens with you. Many, many rooms away, Maxxor now relaxing in his chambers. Taking a minor break from his work, he could sleep and rest for now. A petite [SKIN COLOR] hand drifted over the male's midsection, fingers caressing over the strong muscles. The green skinned man cracked open a yellow eye to catch the flirtatious smile upon her face, gentle [EYE COLOR] orbs holding a twinkle of lust.
