Synopsis: You’re a spy disguised as a maid, sent to infiltrate the crown prince’s castle and gather information. The mission never mentioned anything about being caught. Or worse, being kept.
And now he’s willing to pay anything, just to keep your eyes on him.
Look At Me
You were currently in the chamber of the crown prince, excitement barely contained.
It’s been three months since you started working as a maid, your disguise. Three months of careful steps, lowered gazes, and quiet obedience just to reach this point.
You were tasked with cleaning his bedroom, something only highly recognized maids were allowed to do.
And now, you were finally here.
Alone in his room.
Or… so you thought.
But the head maid never told you the crown prince would be in there, waiting. Quietly watching you enter from his bed.
“I’m sorry, your highness—” you bowed immediately, lowering your head the second you realized he was there. “I wasn’t informed you would be present.”
You had to keep your head down. It was a criminal offense to even make eye contact with the royalty.
He just sat there, unbothered, on the bed. You could feel his eyes tracking your movement.
“It’s fine.” His voice was calm and dismissive.
Yet he didn’t move. He didn’t leave.
You looked up slightly to see if he was going to leave or not. Dang it! How else are you going to snoop around the room if he’s still here?
You hesitated, then forced yourself to continue. If anything, this just made your job harder.
“I’ll begin cleaning, your highness.”
“Hmm.” Was all you got back, meaning he had no intention of leaving. And you were in no position to tell the prince of the country to get out of his own bedroom.
So you worked. Carefully, quietly, while avoiding his gaze.
But you could feel it…
His eyes. Following you. And it was definitely not the casual kind of look. No, he kept watching long enough for sweat to collect around your collar.
“How much do they pay you?”
Your hand stilled mid-motion.
“You mean my salary as a maid, your highness? Well…” you tried to answer as calmly as possible, fingers shaking with nerves.
“Not that.”
Your shaking paused for a moment.
“I’m trying to hire you.”
Fingers tightened slightly around the cloth, you braced yourself to speak. “I’m already employed here, your highness—”
“You know that’s not what I mean.” He repeated, eyes tracking the way your shoulders tensed.
Silence stretched between you.
“You can drop the act.” A soft step came from behind you.
“Maid.” He mocked, voice came out closer than before with a faint smile playing on his lips at the title.
Your grip on the duster tightened.
So… You’d been found out.
Slowly, you turned to face him.
The prince was no longer on the bed. He was right behind you now. Too close.
You hadn’t even heard him move.
It made you wonder how long he’s been standing there… Right behind you, watching how you trembled in your boots. Shivers went down your spine.
Your eyes narrowed, and for the first time since your stay here, you met the prince’s gaze head on.
“How long have you known?” you asked, dropping the act entirely.
His lips curved at the eye contact in delight. “Long enough.”
His gaze didn’t waver. If anything, it sharpened. Like he’d been waiting for this.
“For someone so careful,” he continued lightly, “you do stare quite a lot.”
Your breath caught. “…What?”
“Not directly, of course.” He stepped closer, his shoes clanked against the high quality flooring, unhurried.
“You watch me when you think I won’t notice.”
This… wasn’t part of your plan today. Your mind was twisting in horror now as you calculated for a way to escape.
“…So?” you said, forcing steadiness into your voice. “What now? You expose me? Interrogate me?”
“No.” The word came out too quickly.
Then, his gaze softened.
“I want to hire you.” He let his words sink in for a moment.
“So? Name your price, and I will pay you triple, no quadruple the amount they paid you.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion. The words still making no sense.
“You… want to hire me. Actually?”
He nodded firmly, the faint smile still on his face.
But that was still vague. Did he want you to betray your initial employees, is that it?
No, more importantly, why hasn’t he disposed of you yet… He could’ve dragged you to the torture chamber and gotten all the answers out himself, why bother to pay?
“To… spy back on them?” You raised an eyebrow, confused and on guard for an escape. You were trying to buy as much time as possible while also considering the offer he was about to give.
“No.” He answered curtly again, and your guard immediately dropped at that response.
What the hell does he want? You couldn’t read anything from his face, only that unnerving smile stayed in place.
Then, a dumb idea came to mind.
“You… want me to spy on you?”
He beamed at the question, like he was waiting for you to say those words. Like you’d finally asked the right question.
“I don’t want you to spy,” he said quietly, taking another step.
Your heart hammered against your chest as you stepped back instinctively from this prince.
“I want you to watch.”
Your breath hitched at another step your way.
“Not like before,” he continued. “without hiding, and without avoiding eye contact.”
Now there was nowhere left to go.
You were pressed against the door now, the prince only inches away. And your hand was frantically looking for the handle.
His hand lifted slowly. Giving you time to pull away.
You couldn’t didn’t.
His fingers brushed your cheek. It was gentle, too gentle for a spy like you deserved.
“I want your full, undivided attention on me,” he murmured.
His thumb tilted your chin just enough to force your gaze back to his.
“Not short, secretive glances. Full on watching me, just like this.”
You couldn’t look away. Not with him this close.
Not with his eyes fixed on yours like that.
“Is that too much to ask?”
His voice softened further. Something almost thoughtful in it now.
“Because I’m willing to pay for it.”
He tilted his head, a small furrow forming between his brows.
“All of it. I’m willing to spend all of my fortune for your time and attention.”
You tried to shake your head in response, but his hand on your chin made it impossible to move away.
“All you have to do is give it to me. Hm?”
Your hand finally found the door handle, only to realize it was locked ever since you came in.
There was no space for refusal now.
He was never asking in the first place.
Canon x reader, fluff and smut, consent is a big thing for the Emperor, they're going wild but loving at the same time, also funny stuff happen with tentacles and I mean it literally because this story is from what I know; known as the "tentacle-mouth" one XD
Summary:
The Emperor and you, Tav, are resting together after the events with the big brain, within the Elfsong Tavern - and you're both pretty much taken with each other. After some well earned rest, you wake up snuggly wrapped in his arms and.. and with some natural desire pretty much powerful within you. Now, it's true your connection may not be as strong as it was before due to the very recent events, but does it change something between you two, that's up to you to find out.
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When you stirred slightly awake in the middle of the night, after a few full hours of sleeping like a dead man, your first sight offered you purple. In the shadows of the room, pink hues due to nearby oil lit lamps were dancing on the skin of a sleeping, tall creature, right by your side, making its glistening skin look soft and sweet. He had been sleeping peacefully since the moment you both fell on the bed, and you knew how strongly he needed that rest. The room was quiet, rather large, but calm. Drowned in shadows, and scenting lightly of vanilla. You could feel under your fingers the softness of the sheets, and a bit of the coldness of his skin and tentacles.
What did pull you off from sleep ?
Was it the sudden silence in the inn ? Or the shoutings outside that finally stopped, the workers having stopped their cleaning of the fallen buildings for the night ? Was it the sudden feel, as it often happened in the past, of knowing something was wrong ? No, that last one, after using a spell to see in the dark and another to see invisiblity, happened to be completely wrong.
No, you guessed it was because…
Because your body was pressed against his, under the canopy of the bed, surrounded with heavy thick curtains, and because it suddenly decided to remind you that you were resting nestled against the torso of this magnificent person you fell so utterly in love with.
And perhaps because he was a bit too hot, his skin got extra moisty and you had to pull a bit the sheet away from him.
Lightly moving, you looked up and fell eye to eye with an illithid mouth full of teeth, whose upper tentacles were lovingly wrapped around your back, and the two bottom ones between your arms, since you had appeared to snuggle against them as you would for a lover’s arm.
The difference in size between you two was huge after all.. His eyes were close, and while last time you saw like this he had seemed in utter bliss, now, they were shut in inexpression, in just, deep, peaceful slumber.
You gave a slight, shy smile, and brought those you had in your arms to your lips, to lightly kiss them, and rest your head against them again, fully intending to go back to sleep. To your satisfaction though, the kiss had made his body slightly twitch, and one of his giant hands softly contracted on your back, pulled you ever-so-slighty closer.
Even in deep slumber, he could still feel you.
You rested your front and nose against the tentacle, regretting that your mind was no longer compatible with his and could not feel his feelings anymore… And then you decided just hugging his extra appendages was not enough, and softly parted them to move below, and reach his chest. There, seeing the veins drawing a heart on his body, you smiled gently and wrapped your arms around him, laying your entire head against him. It was warmer, a bit strange to the touch, but nice. As nice as that night, an eternity ago and yet such an incredible memory it lived hard in your mind.
His breathing, and heart beat, always quicker whenever you held the artefact or touched him, accelerated upon feeling your moves, which was clearly not what you wanted – and you softly kissed his skin to let him know it was alright.
But instead of going back to sleep as intended, you felt someone stirring a bit above you, and from above the tentacles and your hair, you suddenly got conscious of a head looking down to you. Sleepy head, with bright pink eyes barely opened. But you heard a slight noise, and correctly interpreted it as a smile.
“Is there any problem?” he asked, with a very drowsy voice. You chuckled and rubbed your nose against his broad chest.
The trope of the emperor and a reader as ancient and misterious as he Is gotta be one of my favorites but with the diference that she remains more human and shows much more emotions, both of them not understanding completly the other one but still being together
Hell yeah, I love the trope of "ancient married pair that isn't a marriage somehow".
Big E doing any random action towards the Reader:
The Reader, who rarely recives a pat in the ass by this mf:
You rest, with feet soaking in warm waters. His expert hand carefully checks each ligament, each strand of muscle. You do not know how - His hands are too broad, but one could hold half your waist, and the other would find you captured with ease.
It is His mastery, you suppose then, as His thumb circles a small subdermal area. He holds the spot for a moment, as one of your Custodes attendants provides a perfectly prepared syringe.
There was a time before now - long ago to you, but recalled - where you felt so nervous being so exposed to the Custodes - to Him, even. Your form is an awkward one; frail and not meant for such lavish attention.
The syringe snaps you free from your thoughts. You wince, as you always do - yet, in a moment, you feel a palpable relief.
"There," He begins, His dulcet tones that could sway the masses rumbling across your form, "I ensured this dosage is pristine. I have been studying it day and night."
You don't doubt His words - your smile is there, but you worry still. How could He treat you with such care? You go to thank Him - but He is just that step ahead. That hand that held your arm carefully moves to your chest, along the curve of your breast.
Your breath hitches. His thumb glides across a nipple. The Custodes leaves. It is not part of the usual affair, but you can't help but sidle a little closer. He is, after all, so comfortingly warm.
"You are progressing well." He starts, able to squeeze at just the right spot along your chest. To accuse someone who knows your precise anatomy of cheating would equate, but why complain? "The work to synthesise what you need has been one that bears fruit."
He makes a point of this as His mighty hands tease along your breasts again, before sliding down to your hips, massaging along them. You can't perceive it, but you feel some force where His hands were, still massaging your breasts. The feeling is too much - even with the doses, parts of you still respond to such delight.
"You believe you are imperfect," He continues - even as He toys with your now-pert nipple with his index and thumb, "that you do not deserve this kind of treatment." The conclusion comes as, with the same hands that could mould mountains spread your legs with a force you cannot resist.
"Humanity loves to do so," He begins, deigning (in your eyes) to temper your loins, thumbs pressing along your inner thighs, "think so negatively of themselves. I truly thought I have taught you to avoid such thoughts."
His faint scolding is detached from His actions - you can neither tell if this is playing, pleasure, or you're due for another lecture. The fact He is now working along your length, thought to be left somewhat inactive after so long, makes your thoughts flutter off under faint breaths of delight.
"Humanity is wonderful, in all its shapes. It must be tempered -" He chuckles, almost beneath His breath, as He sees your body does as it will. "- as must you, it seems." Before you could react, you find yourself somewhat pinned, as your length is toyed with, in ways only He knows how. Even you did not know just where such sweet spots were.
"You are human. Just human." He murmurs, as His hand carefully moves to massage along your orbs, making you emit a squeak that loses itself amongst the grandeur of His form. "And that is why you are glorious. Isn't that right?"
The praise is enough to send you spiralling, as He works your form with an ease befit of a master of the craft, and yet, more praise lavishes your form as the night progresses - and many, many delights are had, tempered by his steady hand.
By the time He is finished, you do not recall the negative thought - or many others - His handiwork leaves you curled up in a delight that lulls your mind into a slumber so serene, nothing could compare.
Though, you're still not sure why He has left Sisters of Silence nearby.
