#happy bday my little feral beautiful man

[cielcius]

MADAM RED | KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

pairings: demon!butler!Kirishima x baroness!fem!reader

summary: Kirishima Eijirou is merely one hell of a butler.

from the writer: that’s right bitch, a black butler AU. In honor of not doing anything for my squishy rock’s bday 😔 happy bday Kiri, love u

genre: neutral, Black Butler AU

wc: 1.3k

notes & warnings: reader’s personal color palette is red, Izu do be a different breed doe 0_0

Oh, how it looked so beautiful on you. Kirishima gushed silently as you gazed in the mirror at your red-clad figure. The ballgown was one of the most costly ones you had ever set eyes on but that never stopped you as you gave a little twirl for Kirishima to admire. 

As far as you could tell, your butler was enjoying the view of you in your new gown as you readied yourself for the ball held by one of your close friends, Midoriya Izuku. You think back to your first encounter when both your butlers had met each other for the first time. Though Bakugou Katsuki was not as carefree as Kirishima, he made up in poise and elegance where he lacked level-headedness, not that Kirishima couldn’t do all at the same time. 

You give one long look at the redhead through your mirror before walking back into your closet to pick out a suiting hat and coat for the evening. Your closet was filled to the brim in red of all shades ranging from a dark maroon to the lightest of reds, so light that it could almost be called pink. Of course you had intended to match most of your red color schemes to fit along with the scheme of your butler as accents of black could be seen in between the hues of crimson throughout the small closet. 

Kirishima watched you wander before taking it upon himself to finish the task for you. “We wouldn’t want you to have to retire so early in the night from picking out a hat. Would we, my lady?” You turned away from the large display of hats to see Kirishima bowing before you in a polite manner. You smile softly to yourself but before he could catch sight of it, it vanishes without a trace. 

“Of course not. I trust you will get it done quickly then.” You walk off to take a seat in your room as you hear the soft rustling of Kirishima. The said man looked around the closet, in search of something else. For tonight, you would not need a hat, but an accessory. As expected, Kirishima was up to the test you had given him discreetly and was sure to not fail you. 

After all, a(n) L/n butler who can’t do that much isn’t worth his salt. 

You gazed out the window until you spotted a head of spiky red hair stick out from the corner of your eye. “My lady, if I may.” You walk over to your vanity and take a seat, allowing Kirishima to work on your hair as he twisted the locks to beautifully highlight your facial features as well as the red accessory he had chosen out. It was perfect. 

You were perfect in Kirishima’s eyes. Especially your soul. He didn’t let you catch him in the act of turning feral in the mirror as his brown eyes revealed a pure red underneath at the thought of devouring your soul. Your soul that had managed to stay impossibly pure even through the tragedy that was your life. 

In turn of losing all the color in the world as happiness was something that was no longer familiar, you turned to red as a guide along the path of revenge. You just hadn’t realized that your guide would actually turn up physically as a person. With your contract, Kirishima would be under your control and yours only, just until your half of the contract was fulfilled. 

Kirishima stepped back to let you admire yourself in the vanity before walking back into the closet to retrieve a coat for you. “Are you content with your hair, my lady?” Kirishima’s voice trailed behind him and danced in your ears. “I suppose it will do. Hurry, Kirishima. We leave in 10 minutes.” Your anticipation rose at a steady pace as a rush of excitement flowed through. 

Arriving at balls would never get old for you. The dancing, the music, the conversations you would have all night long with your friends. You sighed quietly in content for Kirishima to hear as he walked out of your closet with a coat, no doubt red, hanging from his arm. “I will get Kaminari to ready the carriage immediately then.” 

It was only moments later when Kirishima had come to retrieve you from your room and lended a helping hand as you sat comfortably on opposite sides of the carriage. The scenery rolled by quickly until the warm lights of the Midoriya house came into view. Your carriage rolled up to the entrance where Midoriya stood along with his butler Bakugou behind him. 

“Madam Red, a pleasure to see you this evening.” You took Kirishima’s hand as he helped you down from the carriage before politely greeting Midoriya back. Walking into the Midoriya house, you take in the ballroom with high ceilings and grand chandeliers. You did a once-over of the crowd as small conversations were being made.

“Madam Red, I’m glad to see you made it safely.” You turn to see Yaoyorozu accompanied by Jirou and Asui. You smile at the sight of your friends and they lead you over to where the rest of your friends stand. You look around noticing that someone was missing. “And Hagakure?” You ask. 

Yaoyorozu shrugs with a slight frown on her face. “I heard she was here but we just can’t seem to find her. It’s almost as if she’s invisible.” Your lips turn down before you feel a slight tap on your shoulders as everyone returns to their conversations. There stood Kirishima with a hand held out to you as he bowed slightly. 

“My lady, the dance is about to start.” You hear a chorus of ‘oohs’ behind you as you let Kirishima lead you onto the dance floor. Meanwhile, Midoriya pouted slightly to his butler who only stood motionless. “Kacchan, aren’t you going to ask me to dance too?” Of course Midoriya was joking but he couldn’t help but want to distinguish the feeling of being left out of his own ball. 

Bakugou sighed, loudly, as he felt Midoriya’s stare bore into him. Having to obey duties like any other butler would, Bakugou too, held his hand out. “Yes, my lord.” You noticed how Midoriya had now found his own dancing partner as Kirishima slid his hand around your figure and up your back to caress the back of your shoulder bone. 

You locked hands as the music started and everybody moved in sync. “I must say, my lady, you look lovely this evening.” This made your lips turn up the slightest bit. “Don’t be ridiculous, Kirishima, you see me everyday.” The palms of your hands barely touched as you walked in circles around each other before assuming your starting position. 

Regardless, you still held a genuine smile on your face, one only for Kirishima to see. You continued to dance as Kirishima’s eyes analyzed every detail of your appearance down to the very last frill. Hesitantly, Kirishima asked. “Are you happy?” The question took you off guard as he usually did whenever tending to you. 

“Um, I suppose.” You thought back to the very beginning of your journey with Kirishima. Taking back the manor from those who thought you to be deceased, solving crimes alongside Midoriya and Todoroki, lessons of academic studies, though the last one didn’t bring as much joy as the others. But putting that fact to the side, you were unknowingly happy. 

Kirishima could hear the hesitance in your voice, how it wavered with your answer. But just one look at you and he knew that he had achieved his goal. His side of the contract was now fulfilled as he continued to dance with you. As much as you knew, or had assumed of him, he was only out to devour your soul as soon as your hand of the contract was fulfilled. But little did you actually know, his only goal in mind was to make you happy. 

After all, a(n) L/n butler who can’t do that much isn’t worth his salt. 

[shadowofthelamp]

Yours and Yours and Mine

This is a birthday gift for @myseventhsin and it’s literally just 1800 words of our ocs having sex so... yeah. NSFW, obviously, with some kinky stuff thrown in but I kind of doubt anyone else is gonna read this. Happy bday Abby!

Eve fluffed up the pillows on the bed, glancing over at her computer for the fifth time in the past three minutes. “She said she’d-”

The speakers buzzed and Eve leapt over to it, throwing on a bathrobe before answering with a thought. “Yes?”

“M’am, lady Skara and the prince Drakar have just landed. You told me to inform you?”

Eve bounced on the balls of her feet. “Yes!” She smiled happily at the woman on the other end of the line. “Thank you, that will be all.”

“All right, then.” The mechanic on the other end wiped a bit of grease off her cheek, before smiling. “They look quite excited to see you, miss. Have a nice day.” The feed cut out, and Eve fussed with her collar. She’d been waiting all day, but knowing they were coming and knowing they were here were different feelings indeed, and now that she knew they were all in the same place, she could barely stop her leg from bouncing and her heart from racing.

The mission had only led Skara and Drakar away for two weeks, but it was the longest she’d been from them in years, probably. And besides, that had been when she was still living at HIVE. She was 21, but only 4 of those years had been awake, and two and a half had been with Skara. Somehow, things had worked out that today was her two-year anniversary of her first meeting Drakar, and the thought of the butterflies she’d had when Skara had introduced her caused them to start fluttering again.

Footsteps sounded outside the room, and Eve adjusted herself, taking a deep breath.

“Eve?” Drakar’s voice was like honey, and Eve shivered. The computer always distorted it somehow, cheapened it, and she didn’t like that nearly as much.

“In here.” She let her voice drop, and the doorknob twisted.

She didn’t make it a habit to look into their heads anymore, but the looks on their faces made it too tempting to resist.

Skara and Drakar were both stunned. She’d dressed herself in black lingerie that had a sheer ‘dress’ that only went partway down her thighs, and had the smallest pair of panties she could find.

The ensemble was topped off by a collar that had her name in swirling baby blue.

Arousal hit Drakar first- Skara was busy trying to memorize every inch of Eve, who had draped herself across the bed.

“I missed you.” Eve bit her lip. “And… I wanted to give you a gift.”

Skara licked her lips. “I’m liking it already.”

“Look in the drawer.” Eve nodded over to the dresser, with a little post-it that had ‘in here!’ with hearts scribbled around it stuck on top. Drakar pulled it open to see a little gift box.

He opened it up, confused at first. “Your… birth control?” He stared at it for a moment before he whirled around, eyes wide. “You’re…”

Eve slumped back on the pillows. “I’m ready.”

Skara was the first to pounce. The bed groaned as she jumped on it, quickly tugging off her armor and her shirt to leave her in just a bra and skirt. Eve took a moment to soak in Skara’s toned abs before Skara smashed their lips together, too eager for anything more delicate after half a month of only being able to see but never touch.

Eve moaned, hands roaming up Skara’s sides and adoring every scar that showed how much of a survivor she was.

Another creak and a weight settling to their right was Drakar, already shirtless as he nestled his palms on the sides of Eve’s breasts. He started trailing them down, and Eve squirmed, feeling the barest edge of his claws as Skara broke for breath. His hands sunk just a bit into the curves of her body, softer than either of her partners, and she could already feel herself getting wet.

“You’re beautiful, Eve.” He murmured, voice low and husky. If she couldn’t see his arousal from that angle, she could certainly hear it. “And now you want to be with me, with us, forever.”

“I always did. I just wasn’t ready for… for being the mother they’d deserve.” Eve said, fingers clenching against the bed as his fingertips dragged across her hip and turned inwards, cheeks flaring red as they moved to her inner thighs. “I’m ready now. Make me yours.”

His eyes darkened, and Skara ran a finger over his ear, making him shudder. He ripped his pants off, and Skara tugged his underwear down, tossing it off near the closet as Eve watched him slip into ferality.

“You love her, don’t you?” Skara said, tugging the sheer fabric of Eve’s ‘dress’ up. “She’s all ours.” Skara grabbed Drakar and pulled him into a kiss, fingers running up his spine until she rubbed the middle of his wings, and he growled into her mouth. He hooked a hand into the waist of her skirt, and she smiled, tugging it down and dropping it.

“Both mine…” He managed, and Skara grinned.

“Both yours, and you’re ours too.”

“We all belong to each other, and I want you to breed me.” Eve said, scooting up a bit from her position on the pillows. “Show me how much you want to make me yours.”

Drakar wasted no time, spreading Eve’s legs and gripping at the panties with the edge of his teeth, tearing them in half in one motion. Eve shivered- seeing him like this never lost the edge of adrenaline. Knowing he was still the man she loved but so consumed by lust for her and Skara... His wings flared out like a tent surrounding the three of them, and his claws dug into her hips as he licked his lips.

Skara began kissing up his ears, and his control slipped like water down a cliff. He turned to Skara, burying his face in her shoulder to suck at the skin and mark her, and she moaned. “Drakar…”

“All mine…” He purred. “Everyone’ll know it…”

Eve smiled- she’d missed this, the easy give and take as one moved forward and the other two pulled them in. It was delicious, tantalizing, theirs.

“I’ll wear the- ghh!- tank top tomorrow…” Skara moaned, gasping as Eve shimmied forward and started to rub the pads of her fingers around Skara’s entrance. “They’ll all know-” The end of the word squeaked as Eve ran her tongue up Skara’s softening cunt. “Know…”

“That you’re a slut.” Eve cooed, just loudly enough to be heard. Skara quivered, coming undone- she was already dripping, and Eve used her tongue to clean Skara out, licking the inside of her pussy and feeling as much as hearing the other’s moans. It was music to her ears. Skara’s inner walls were slick with arousal, and Eve wanted every drop of it like a woman thirsting after a drought. She pulled back to see Skara’s face, watch the skin blossom with a flush and sweat dripping down her cheeks and breasts. A picture of perfection, made of gorgeous little imperfections. Skara’s hair clung to her face, her breath hot, and Eve went back to eating her out.

Drakar captured Skara’s lips in another kiss, using his claws to tear off the back of her bra. She was too lost to care, especially when he ran his fingers around her breasts, moaning into her mouth.

“E-eve, Drakar…” she panted out as they both pulled away in near-perfect unison.

“I’m next, but you looked perfect.” Eve half-sang, voice sultry and low. “I wanted to make sure you knew how much we love you too.”

Skara’s toes curled as Eve slowly ran her tongue up the inside of Skara’s sensitive thigh, gently rolling her fingertip over Skara’s clit as she threw her head back. Eve could slick running between her own legs, and it only made her hungrier for Skara. Cum smeared her cheek as Skara gasped through her finish.

“Eve…”

“My turn.” Eve wiped at her cheek, as Drakar pulled back a bit to lick at it, leaving Skara open for another kiss from Eve.

When Skara took a breath, they all let the warm air settle, Drakar’s pheromones making everything smell like caramelized sugar. Drakar’s breath was warm against Eve’s neck and Skara’s leg was nudged between Eve’s thighs, making her squirm.

“This was supposed to be about you, wasn’t it?” Skara said, nuzzling her nose against Eve’s before kissing her.

“You looked so open, I couldn’t help it.” Eve laughed, and Skara was so close she could feel the vibrations from Eve’s chest. “I don’t want to deny myself you when you’ve been gone for weeks.”

“All right, all right. Now open up.” Skara nudged Eve’s legs open again, and the blankets underneath her were starting to get soaked with slick.

As soon as Eve’s legs were opened enough that she was exposed, Drakar scooted between them, sliding in easily and grabbing her waist.

Eve gasped, arching her hips to try and force him in further, and his claws dug into the soft, pale skin.

“Mine.” He growled into her ear, pulling her hips up so the entirety of his length was sheathed inside of her. Eve whimpered, grabbing at his back before digging her fingers into the area just below his wings. He pulled back his hips then slammed back into her, using his weight to try and find the right place to make her completely unravel.

“Yours… always yours...” Eve agreed between pants, setting a finger on her clit and rubbing it even as he continued to thrust. Her hair tangled around her face, and sweat slicked the white strands to her blushing cheeks.

Drakar hooked one finger against the collar around her neck, pulling it up. The momentary choking made her head spin, and when he let go, colors swirled around her eyes and the air tasted like sugar water.

Skara kissed up his ears again and he mashed his lips against Eve’s, possessive and lustful and animalistic and hers. She pulled herself tight against his body just as he thrust deep, and they cried out in unison as he emptied himself inside of her. Wave after wave of fertile cum pumped into her, making her stomach swell and press against his own. Somehow, it seemed even more than usual, as if her body was already trying to get pregnant.

She leaned her face against the side of his neck, nuzzling against him to inhale his rich scent, and eventually, the wave subsided. His cock was still stuffed into her, keeping her full, and Skara set a hand on the side of it.

“I’ll bet a backrub you’re already pregnant from that.” She smiled at Eve, who smiled back with half-lidded eyes.

“I’ll take that.”

Drakar purred, pulling Skara closer (even as she let out a little yelp) into a hug before flopping back, ending up with him sandwiched between Eve and Skara.

The sheets were dirty and the air smelled of sex, but none of them cared as they drifted off to sleep, together again.