#butler!au

[academiagaymess]

Butler Jaehee save me

Save me butler Jaehee

(Huh InstructorButler!Jaehee x Training!Reader when 😳)

(I'm a Dom!Jeahee truther this woman need someone to obey her every orders and control in her life, also judo muscles, she can pin me down 🥰)

[justwritezz]

THE CLOSET

Pairing: Butler!Sakusa x Fem!Reader

Request: Sakusa + Butler!AU + Limo

Genre/Warnings: Butler!AU, smut, penetration, fingering, delicious cum, consensual, a juicy W.A.P and pleasure pleasing, monster dick 

"Are you alright, Miss?" Sakusa, your butler, asks, following right behind you as you make your way over to the limousine.

"I'm fine," you sigh, stopping in front of the limo, letting Sakusa open the door for you. "I've grown tired of the party," you admit, stepping into the backseat.

"Nothing to your taste?" he asks, leaving the door wide open.

"Nothing at all," you sigh. "Not even a little adrenaline to get the heart pumping." You turn you head to him, staring into his dark eyes. "Can you stay with me until the party is over? Maybe you can provide me some entertainment."

"As you wish," he says, complying with your words. He enters the vehicle, closing the door behind him. "And how shall I entertain you?"

You stare at the man, taking in every feature. The fitted suit that shows the outlines of his muscles, leaving you to only what the mind can imagine, his dark hair that makes you want to run your hands through, the two moles above his right eyebrow that you love to touch, and the mask that adds to his mysterious persona. You look at him up and down, lewd scenarios running through your head. Without a thought to your words, you stare straight into his eyes. "Any way you want."

He stares back, slowly inching towards you. Reaching for his mask he smirks, "Of course, Miss." Ripping off his masks, he grabs you by the arm, pulling you into his chest. In one swift motion, he pulls you in, placing his lips on yours, pulling up the hems of your dress.

You gasp in surprise, feeling the tips of his finger roam your inner thigh, slowly inching towards your pussy. 

Without warning, Sakusa inserts a finger into your pussy, causing you to moan loudly into the kiss. "S-Sakusa-san," you moan, gasping for air as he continuously pumps his finger in and out of our clenched walls.

"Not too loud, Miss," he says with a smirk, inserting another finger into your hole, causing you to moan even louder. "We shouldn't disturb the guests."

"Sakusa-san," you cry, gripping onto his shoulders. Your breathing begins to get ragged, falling into a pleasurable bliss with just two fingers. "Ah~Sakusa-san! Please! Don't stop!" you moan, your walls tightening as you move with the pace of his fingers. Close to your climax, Sakusa pulls out his fingers, leaving you a breathing mess.

Taking his finger with your juices, he stares into his eyes, sucking his fingers clean, slurping each drop of clear liquid. With a dark look in his eyes, he pushes you down onto the black seats, spreading your legs into the air. Impatient for what is yet to come, Sakusa unzips his pants. His throbbing cock springs out, juices slowly dripping out of it.

He climbs on top of you, leaning his head into your neck, kissing and sucking into your sensitive skin. Moaning in pleasure from his mouth, he thrusts harshly into your vagina, making you scream in pleasure.

"Sakusa-san!" you yell, feeling his cock rubbing through your tight walls, going deeper with each thrust. 

He moans into your ear as he begins to go harder and faster. The feeling of his cock rubbing your insides fills you with pleasure. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you arch your back, begging for more. You wrap your legs around his waist, going with his thrust. "Ah~!" you scream, gripping on his hair, burying your head into his neck.

Moaning in pleasure, Sakusa pushes off of you, grabbing you and bending you over the backseats. With your ass on full display to him, he wastes no time and slams his juice covered cock into your begging vagina. 

Gripping onto your waist, he thrusts with power and speed, the sound of skin slapping, juices flowing, moans screaming, and the vehicle creaking fills your ears.

"Sakusa-san!" you scream, as he leans on your back, hugging you from behind. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth left agape, feeling the blissful sensation of satisfactory overcoming you. "Please! Ah~! Sakusa!" 

He grunts, into your ear, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. "Shit," he growls, picking up his speed.

You gasp in bliss, releasing your juices all over him. 

He continues to pound you, holding in until he can't, no more. "Fuck!" he yells, thrusting into you one last time, releasing everything he has into your tight walls.

Your legs shake in pleasure as he gives another thrust, pulling out of your clenched, cum filled walls.

"Have you been entertained, Miss?" he asks with a sly smile, watching the white liquid drip out of your hole.

“Very.”

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[inviouswriting]

Headcanons for the butlet!AU. (reusing some of my older screenies.)

From @whitherliliesbloom​ ‘s AU.

Kiya -

She was sent to the Saint Lucia’s Academy to be trained as a maidservant. She ends up assigned to Aymeric’s group to learn. She was raised in high nobility, but preferred to serve rather than be served after seeing how people acted.

Kiya learned most of the formal training from Aymeric, or from him giving relaxed clues. What they didn’t expect was after a late night of work was sitting outside for some fresh air and talking a bit. He learns of what her previous lifestyle was, and was surprised she threw that away. Surly she would have wanted to never lift a finger.

Kiya told him, “that life is boring after a while. All the fancy parties, the dresses, the people, enough to make you suffocate. I rather do this and actually be useful in life.” 

Aymeric found himself enamored by her words, and it wasn’t until Haurchefant pointed out. 

“You don’t meet girls like that every day. Most dream of being the princess, not the servant of one.” 

The following day on a break, he finds her asleep outside. Quietly he’d place a swift kiss to her head.

“It’s unfair of how you caught my heart.”

Kiya is good at entertaining with dances she has learned from different places. Except formal ones. It was on one noble party where she was in a garden dancing to herself. He stumbles across her just dancing to the music that could be heard from the house.

Aymeric sees her caught off guard when he approaches her with a blue dress in his hands. Kiya is confused, and he hands it to her and ushers her behind a stairwell to change her clothes. He wanted to see her in something formal, and when he does. his breath is taken from him.

Kiya becomes more than just a maidservant to him, she becomes someone he wants to pursue. 

They share a dance together. Getting lost with each other so much that they neglect to go back to the job they were there for, and spend time talking to get to know each other.

The Count Edmont sees this, and only smiles letting them have the time to themselves.

Every instance after that night. They become inseperable while working and learning together.

Kiya’s talents for sewing, and housekeeping are what get her a spot in Edmont’s house, he ends up hiring both of them and doesn’t bat an eye to them chasing their relationship.

[artotheosis]

My lates finished commission for @sparrowlicious

Kylux Butler!AU. 

[snarkymonkeyprime]

*grumbles something about peer pressure or some shit*

     Bard rapped the back of his hand against the oak door, his letter of introduction folded neatly and sealed in dark, red wax in his other hand.  As he waited, he glanced around the wide entryway, taking in the old, pale stone and dark wooden carvings.  A home of some wealth.  But Lord Oropherion had a reputation regarding the finer things.  Bard swallowed and shifted, acutely aware of how old his suit was and the exact locations where the fabric had begun to thin.

    Bloody hell, this will never work.  He stiffened at the noise behind the door.

    It swung open to reveal an elf in a neat suit, likely worth more than Bard's last year of pay.  He eyed Bard and asked, “Might I help you?”

    Shite.  Bard held out the envelope.  “Er, his lordship had placed a vacancy?  I would humbly –” he stopped when the elf took the envelope.

   “You’re hired,” he stated.

    Bard blinked.  “Pardon?”

    The elf sighed and tore up the envelope.  “Two others bothered to arrive; one nearly wet himself when introduced to Lord Oropherion and the other broke a priceless chandelier.”  The elf frowned.  “I’m still uncertain how he managed that.”

     Confused, Bard scratched his jaw.  “I, er, I have children.  Three.”

    The elf nodded.  “Your quarters will be in the carriage house behind the main house.”  He slipped out the door, shutting it behind him and gesturing for Bard to follow.  “I am Feren, Lord Oropherion’s retainer.”  He stopped.  Started walking again.  “Well, I put up with him anyway.”

    Bard hurried after the elf, completely lost.  “I … sir, I’m sorry but I don’t –”

    Feren looked at Bard over his shoulder.  “Lord Oropherion can be an overbearing arse on a good day.  We have gone through several manservants in the last year and frankly, if you can put up with his attitude, I’ll see to it that your pay doubles by the month’s end.”

    Bard stumbled to a stop.  “What?”

    Feren sighed and turned, though he kept walking backward.  “I’ve raised the bloody git; I can say these things.”  He turned back around.  “You, however, will need to watch your tongue.  He’s still Mirkwood nobility.”

    “Of course.”

    Head swimming, he fell silent as Feren led him to the carriage house.  It was a pleasant structure, mostly wooden with the lower quarter of the walls the same pale stone as the main house.  Inside, he was pleased to see it was more than spacious enough for he and the children.  

    “So.  Will you take the position?”

    “I’ve not yet met his lordship, he might –”

     Feren rolled his eyes.  “Sod it.  He’s given me full decision on this.”  Feren squinted.  “I like the look of you.  Therefore, I will hire you.”

     “You don’t even know my name!”

     The elf quirked an eyebrow.  He held up the ruined envelope and picked at it, pulling out one corner.  “Hmm.  Bard.  Bowman.  There.”  He crumpled the paper.  “I now know your name.”  

     At the continued silence, Feren cleared his throat.  “Well?  You know his reputation.  You know his wealth.  What say you?”

    Ah, shite.  Bard nodded.  “I’ll take it.”

    Feren grinned.  “Brilliant.  You start tomorrow.”  He patted Bard’s shoulder.  “Do prepare yourself, Mr. Bowman.”  Without another word, Feren marched off, heading back to the main house.

     Bard let out a breath.  He looked back at the carriage house.  “Well.”  Still marveling at everything, he trudged off, heading to Percy’s home to collect his children and their few meager belongings.  

     So, things had gone far better than he had hoped.  Perhaps that meant the worst was finally behind them.

[inviouswriting]

I Refuse to marry you! - Butler!AU

Aymeric x Kiya

Some triggers in mild eating disorder. 

Kiya blinked awake, she had gotten so use to the ceiling at House Fortemps she forgot where she was. She was back at her “home” she sighs as she thought she was finally free of this lifestyle. Being bartered with, for business, and all hinged on who she married. Her parents hope to bind contracts with Scaeva, what better way than marriage to ensure a permanent foot in their world.

Kiya had one maidservant who she trusted, Kivera. The maid had been there long before she was born, she always looked as if she never aged pass twenty. She never had the courage to ask her what her age. The question came up once, and she recalls Kivera pinning Lolorito to the wall with knives.

Kivera helped dress Kiya in silence, reading the air that she did not want to talk about her capture. Rather she didn’t feel like talking at all, so Kivera respected the silence and curled and braided her hair in a fashion she was told to do.

“Breakfast will be ready soon. I’ll bring it to you.” Kivera says and only gets a nod out of Kiya. The miqo leaves her ward be, not missing the way her eyes brimmed when she was alone. She had helped her escape, and seeing her returned to the house made her mad that her eyes turned a lovely shade of red.

She prepared a favorite of Kiya’s something she knows she’ll eat. As she cut food for it, she notes Ilberd coming into the kitchen.

“Are those plates ready? The masters are waiting.” Ilberd stands near Kivera, she simply ignores his voice. She was busy in her own world, and taking care of Kiya’s needs were higher than the masters. She had steadily seen the neglected meals, retrieved them since Kiya’s return. 

“The masters are your responsibility are they not? Why haven’t you made them their plates.” Kivera finally answers him.

“For a maid you have some real attitude. Be a delight to see that change after Kiya is married off and you go with her.” Ilberd doesn’t see the way Kivera grips her knife or the side eye his way. She let’s him continue to talk.

“And what does that have to do with me?” Kivera asks, venom already in her voice.

“You seem to be attached to her, it would only be fair that you go with the girl once she is married. She’ll of course need help with child-care. Lest the masters get a few out of her to seal their foot into Scaeva’s house.” Kivera feels the knife in her hand, a favorite she gotten from a tonberry, she knows its sharpness.

“So you know the whole plan for her? Married off, and to have children with someone she doesn’t love?”

“It doesn’t matter what she wants. This was decided for her when she was thirteen autumns. She would be married off to wealthy, then be a wife. That’s it. It’s a good thing we got her back before she gave herself to the first guy that took interest.” Ilberd speaks as if it was common knowledge, he doesn’t see the anger in Kivera’s face.

At that last bit, Kivera leaps and stabs the wall next to his head. She had taken four more knives and quickly stabs four points, two under his arms, one by his head, and one knife to hold close to his chest. She drove the knife next to his head deep into the wall behind him to where only the hilt poked out. 

Ilberd is shocked at her action, her normally green eyes a bright red. He wondered why and how they changed. He swallows hard as that knife is pointed towards his chest.

“Do not ever speak of her as a whore. Do not speak of Kiya in my presence like this. Or so help me, they will never find your remains. I’ll make sure you are left as chum bait for the pirates to use out there. She should be able to choose her life, like the other heiresses.” As she speaks, she takes the other knives and drives them deeper into the wall emphasizing her rage at him.

“If I ever hear you talk of her like that again. You will lose your manhood, and all the bits with it. More important. I will make sure that girl has escaped long before that happens. Now, you will wait like a good little boy for the kitchen to make the masters food. Get out of my sight!” Her voice was low in a growl, she pulled each knife out slowly and brandished the tonberry knife to his chest earning a mortified expression out of him. Ilberd scrambles out after getting one more threat with the knife, her slashing the air between them.

Kiya was sitting in the vineyard when Nero approached her. Kiya didn’t look up to greet him, just saw his boots. She rather be anywhere but trying to be courted by this man. The feeling was mutual, Nero actually had less desire in her. however he is a man of business, and she was the deal between houses. Enough support and publicity for his own house.

So there they are, reluctantly engaged for different reasons. He sees the anger in her eyes. He could end this whole charade, dismiss her, label her free. Yet he keeps her because her family has marketing trade through Lolorito. He does not. Lolorito said to marry into the wine house before he would even consider his wares and trades.

“Look, Kiya. I know you dislike me. If your house had other daughters we wouldn’t be here.” Kiya narrows her eyes at him, and Ilberd fresh from his encounter with Kivera stumbles onto them.  Kiya remains quiet, preferring not to talk to any of the house save for Kivera. Who actually listens to her pleas. 

Ilberd tries his luck, Kiya had not spoken since her arrival, and he noted her losing weight from lack of eating. Her silent defiance completely withdrawn from the men of the house. All she does is glare at both of them.

“It is best you forget the Fortemps house. Soon enough we’ll be announcing your engagement at the banquet at Ala Mhigo’s halls. You’ll be able to see them there before your marriage.” This earns her eyes narrowing to near slits she looks away from him. 

The last thing she would want is Aymeric to see her being married to another person. At least a glimmer to see him. But she wonders if he just went back to his own life. They didn’t know each other enough. Yet she finds herself missing his face, and those she had grown to like in their simple ways of life than these elaborate schemes, parties, and she yearns for that life. 

“I won’t forget them, nor will there ever be a day I’ll accept this.” Kiya gets up and starts to walk back to the house. Not without giving Nero a glare and raising her hand to point angrily at him.

“I refuse to marry you!” Kiya storms off, her tail twitching angrily as she walks back to her room. She sees the meal left for her by Kivera, and something else. A unique little teacup, a blue rimmed one. A note attached.

“Kiya, I found this within your belongings. I am guessing someone left you a secret present. Please eat something... If you want your prince back, you need to be well. Also there is a letter for you, I placed that in your nightstand eat before you read it.” Kiya smiles at the cup, and takes a bite of the food given to her. Cherishing the cup as it has a warmth to it more than the tea in it.

~~~~~~~~House Fortemps~~~~~~~~~

Aymeric sighs as he skims book after book, looking for something to use. He knows there is something, he had Matoya give him all the documents Kiya had signed before she entered into the world of the maidservices. Haurchefant was reading through books on the same subject. 

“Any luck?” Haurchefant asks. He puts the book he had with the pile that had grown on the floor. Aymeric was seated while he stood. He sees Aymeric’s eyes scour through text, how he looked so calm. He had asked his friend Lucia who was the head of the law division about the situation.

“If she had signed something, it could hold, but remember she was a runaway. From a well prestigious house no less. We have a few days before that engagement party. We need to give her something when we see her.” Aymeric answers as Haurchefant sits on the edge of the desk. 

Haurchefant was about to say something when Aymeric’s eyes widen and a huge grin spreads across the normally stoic face.

“You find something?” He asks, and Aymeric nods while pointing to a passage in the book.

“I did. And it holds. Let’s go show Lord Edmont. To clarify, she signed Ishgardian maidservants right?”

“Look at you bending earth and heaven for this girl. Yes she did.” Haurchefant passes Aymeric a bookmarker and ink to highlight the spot to not lose it.

“You would do the same for Laurelis.” Aymeric earns a grin from Haurchefant. 

“Says here, that women who enter into Ishgardian services forfeit their claims of their households so that they’re treated as equals among their peers. I signed the same thing a long time ago from House Borel. By this, she belongs in Ishgard, in her house she is assigned to until the house deems her either unfit, or she marrys out of it. No wonder they’re so hot for her to marry now.” Aymeric recounts this to Edmont, who beams at both men.

“You did your research well. Now, remember the engagement party is just an announcement. Not a wedding, this is our opportunity to expose this. But be prepared for backlash there.” Both nod, and go on about what they should do.

~~Letter~~

“Kiya,

I heard you are not enjoying your home. To be expected when your real home is with us at House Fortemps. I write to you, because a curious letter came to me asking for help in giving you some uplifting thoughts. Myself and Haurchefant are reading book after book to find something to break your arrangement. I do ask that you stay strong for me. I do not know if you found my gift for you. Keep it safe, it is the one I use. I hope for the time being it brings you comfort. 

Aymeric~” 

[starrkdani]

You know how in some shoujo manga the butler kinda flirt with his master? IMAGINE SASUKE FLIRTING WITH HINATA. BETTER YET RTN!SASUKE WITH CANON HINATA "Hinata-sama, it's tea time" I JUST KLHJGFDHDGSGDFG

OMG ANON THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE! 

And Hinata would be all red and flustered and would drop the tea on him and then she’s be even redder and more and more clumsy and so cuuteeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadjkald

[alfredisanawesomehero-blog]

@celeste-the-adventurer/Butler!AU

He knocked on the door. "Miss Celeste." He sighed softly. "Wakey Wakey, Its morning" He slowly opened the door, stepping inside. Alfred's blonde hair was slicked back, making him look smart(and sexy) He was wearing some nice, and well-suited butler clothes."Miss Celeste? I've made breakfast for you" He was holding a tray as he looked at his master.