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La Sein

Hi lovelies! It's been a minute hasn't it? But I'm here with a piece that I spent more time than I should have on. It combines several short drabbles that wouldn't play nice so I meshed them all in together for this piece. I think it turned out well. What do you think?

Warnings: yelling, pinning, mention of jewel toned eyes (there are many gems but some are picky about detailed readers so here's your warning)

Astré= OCiel. (See my page for why)

As always, female reader.

Lyrics from La Sein from Monster in Paris

La Sein

She's respondent, so confident la Sein, la Sein, la Sein. I realize, I'm hypnotized la Sein, la Sein, la Sein.

I hadn't expected to find it.

My heart. Sewn to the gown of a glimmering gem. That gem sparked with a fire that warmed the cold abyss within me. She was anything but plain despite the simplicity she adorned herself in. Her laugh defied the stars and the faces that dared to look upon her glory.

I couldn't look away from such a creature as she. So far from the darkness. I was beguiled. In the shadows I dwelled among the underworlds devouts. My eyes watched her, my heart pinned to her gown.

I hear the moon, singing a tune la Sein, la Sein, la sein. Is she divine, is it the wine la sein la Sein la Sein.

The wine is sweet tonight, red as the color on her lips that teased to me. How could I resist such sweet minstration that heaved it's weight onto my chest, drowning me.

I shouldn't feel this way, I shouldn't entertain such pleasures. I shouldn't watch her, yet I cannot look away.

"You are the Lord Phantomhive correct?" She asked me, her eyes dancing with the candles flame, bleeding into my soul. A soul that I hadn't known to breathe in a decade or more.

"Obviously." I bit at her gentle smirk that only caused more color to blossom in my body. She strangled me, pulling wanting moans of desire out of the abyss I lied in.

I don't know, don't know. So don't ask me why. That's how we are la Sein and I.

We danced that night. I, tripping to follow such grace. Mouth dry and in need of the water her lips offered like a bubbling spring, yet her tongue burned. Fire. How despondent of a monster I am. Undone by a mere flash of her jeweled eyes. Eagerly trailing behind such a master of hearts all the while hating myself.

I can't get out, she has me. I can't stay away from my heart now that she's returned the annoying thing to me. I never wanted it back. She should have stayed away. Yet, she bends in my arms and meets my eyes with no fear. What being would dare to meet my eye?

I don't know, don't know. So don't ask me why. That's how we are la Sein and I.

"She's stunning of course my lord, but is she really the bride you desire?" A Baron asked me. The billard room smoking with cigar waste.

"How precious you two would be, side by side two turtle doves cooing in harmony." Count Druitt, another monster of a different breed then me, chattered. His eyes sparking on a grotesque idea no doubt.

"She has no station, she's a dollar princess!" Another exclaims while I smile striking the cue ball against the colorful array of future points I would devour. Each one mine. She was mine.

I feel alive, when I'm beside la Sein la Sein la Sein. I realize, I'm hypnotized la sein la Sein la Sein.

I didn't plan this. I didn't want to fall for him. I knew the rumors and I knew he was no good. There was no charity in his soul, nor was there such a thing as mercy. Merciless was the tone at which he played life. Revenge to humiliate and destroy. Everything he touched deteriorated, yet I could only crave more of it.

A touch of hands encased in gloves, a demonic grin snuck into the color of his eye. How was I to fight a monster I couldn't not see within him? No matter what he said to warn me away, I didn't see what he saw. Not anymore.

How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Months? When had I become so accustomed to the shadow at my shoulder, looming as a black cat upon the ledge of moonlight. A hunter that watched me with a gaze that made my world tremble with life.

Queen's Guard Dog they called him. Lord of the Underworld to another tune, and I his lady. I couldn't help myself, he captured me with that unwavering eye.

I don't know, don't know. So don't ask me why, that's how we are la Sein and I.

"You can't marry her!" Marquis Midford, his uncle by marriage, bellowed. His face changing to a subtle color. Not a loud individual, it was clear this was unacceptable to the tolerant man.

"She'll be the end of your good name!" His cousin Edward held his sister, Elizabeth, as she sobbed into his arms. The raised curl of his lip showed teeth. "Come to your senses cousin!"

"She's nothing." Count Druitt, the fruity tart he was sat in whimsy bemused by the ordeal.

"Nephew reconsider this foolishness." Marquess Midford narrowed her steel eyes on him. Her hand on his cane stopping him from leaving.

"I'm sorry Aunt. There's no one else." Astré replied before making his escape. Cane left behind.

I don't know, don't know. so don't ask me why, that's how we are la Sein and I.

"Your eloping?" The maid asked blinking at her lady.

"Yes. Hurry please we must pack quickly." She replied tossing several items into a chest. "Who knows how much time we have."

"It's risky."

"Its fate."

"Your father-"

"He will understand, just as Astré's family will. Someday."

"As you say my lady, as you say."

Upon the bridge.

My heart does beat

Between the waves

We will be saved

The air we breathe

Can you believe?

Learn to forgive, upon the bridge

That's how we are la Sein and I

That's how we are la Sein and I

We had escaped, my heart and I. Call me selfish or a fool. That I had dragged the vey creature of life from the sky into the depths. Oh how she sang in those depths. For me, she was mine. For her, I was hers. That is just how we are. My Lady and I.

Dictionary:

-Dollar Princess: a term used in the 1800-1900 time frame to refer to a foreign rich woman of non-noble descent who participated in the London season to find a husband. These girls were looked down on for their lack of status but desired for their huge dowries their fathers were willing to pay in exchange for marrying into aristocracy. These girls were the way many American tycoons and millionaires got around the American law against aristocracy titles in the new world as well as gaining more power amongst their own circles. The English would gain funds long overdue to provide for their failing estates as the world progressed beyond them. The dollar princess was the saving grace of many families during that time.

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I wanted to say a big thank you to all my followers for putting their age or adult in their blog!

I started at 104, I'm now down to 74.

Let's see... how should I reward you all for being so lovely?

#the wife speaks #ideas on what you want? im listening lovelies #feel like celebrating all of you

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Tomorrow y'all

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PSA

Please put: adult, minor or your age in your bio if you interact with my content. This is to keep writers safe from being accused of horrible things. It's very important to do this.

I now have NSFW content so minors please don't interact. The content is tagged and labeled in the work as well so no worries if you want to stay away from it. I made it very easy lovelies.

I'll be purging my followers list next week, Monday at 6pm CDT if one of the above labels isn't in a followers description on their page. (The line of writing beneath the icon)

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Monday the 9th of Oct. 6pm CDT

Please, mark your account. For all writers sakes, not just mine. It helps make Tumblr safer for everyone. ☺️

This is a

PSA

Please put: adult, minor or your age in your bio if you interact with my content. This is to keep writers safe from being accused of horrible things. It's very important to do this.

I now have NSFW content so minors please don't interact. The content is tagged and labeled in the work as well so no worries if you want to stay away from it. I made it very easy lovelies.

I'll be purging my followers list next week, Monday at 6pm CDT if one of the above labels isn't in a followers description on their page. (The line of writing beneath the icon)

[earls-wife]

hi hi !!! i wanted to come and ask about something regarding your recent post about purging your following list. i was wondering if like... my age needs to be right there in my bio or if its okay that its in a post linked in my pinned :') i just want to make sure so that i dont get removed/blocked or whatever :'))

Hello! And thank you for asking :)

Bio would be preferred as it allows not just me but other writers to also be able to protect themselves if lawsuits were drawn up accusing writers of grooming or underage marketing of NSFW content. I hope this makes sense.

If you're uncomfortable with putting an actual age (like myself as you can see at the top of my page :)) you can put adult, or minor. For my blog a minor is below 18, just for safeties sake on my part as the writer.

I hope this helps! I will only be removing followers who do not have an age, minor or adult listed

#wife answers #hope this helps you lovely

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This is a

PSA

Please put: adult, minor or your age in your bio if you interact with my content. This is to keep writers safe from being accused of horrible things. It's very important to do this.

I now have NSFW content so minors please don't interact. The content is tagged and labeled in the work as well so no worries if you want to stay away from it. I made it very easy lovelies.

I'll be purging my followers list next week, Monday at 6pm CDT if one of the above labels isn't in a followers description on their page. (The line of writing beneath the icon)

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The Earl's Undoing

Hello lovelies! Another repost edited, and this one is spicy!

This is now officially a part of the Astre (OCiel) x wife universe. I wrote this on a whim thinking of our Earl and how he’d be with love when it stumbled upon him. How he would react and interact with his feelings away from watchful eyes. When he’s alone and his mind betrays him with a woman he doesn't even know to exist yet. I hope you enjoy my take on such an idea.

Warnings: wet dreams, explicit talk, female top, male bottom, forced orgasms, overstimulation, praise

As always female reader

Minors DNI!!!!

The Earl's Undoing

“Damn it. Leave me alone.” He spat angrily, extremely flushed. He awoke once more in a sweat, his sheets soaked.

She had visited him, again. As she did every night lately, all gentle touches and soft curves in his hands. He wanted to control their meetings, rock her hips down on him instead of her smug look as she rode him to completion again and again. He wanted to bend her into scandalous positions and pleasure her in ways that would make her eyes roll to the back of her head. Instead he was at her mercy, till they were both satisfied.

The way she watched him cry out louder each time he came undone was infuriating, but all he could do was lay back with his weak body and let her pleasure herself and him. Surrounded in dying light her chest glowed with her own sweat. He wanted to taste her skin so bad yet all he could do was pant and make obscene noises. Tonight she had been desperate for him, why him, why a goddess like her could have any other man yet she chose to visit him. A monster from the depths of Hades. Cursed to be lost forever.

Cupping his cheek she cooed softly to him as he babbled, tears welling in his eyes at the pressure she created around him. He never told her to stop, he adored her too much, addicted to the pleasure she strang through him. Her weight across his thin hips, her other hand on his chest not heavy but in a reminder that she was here with him. That he wasn’t experiencing passion alone. He knew she was pleased as well when her nails created little crowns on his sternum.

“Just a bit longer my Earl.” She would pant, eyes deeper than his own, creating such an intimacy between them that he came undone again within her.

She never scolded him for it, in fact she treated him as just a man, not an ornament of society with a title. She had to be a few years his senior at the very most with her grace and impish smile. Oh how he had wanted her.

That’s why, waking to dawn from a dream that became a siren's lullaby was bittersweet. He knew this beautiful heartache had to be real. A man dreamed of a woman and he had to know if she dreamed of him too. He just had to find her first.

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Wait.... is this how y'all post content? Don't you, I don't know, sit with the dread as the page stares at you as you get writers block on a specific part and you can't move on?

#your telling me people dont do that? #i feel sick #send help #banging head on desk #all these years #wasted! #the wife speaks

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What are we feeling lovelies?? I'd love to hear from you if you feel comfortable!

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#i have writers block #please send help #i need brain food #indulge me lovelies

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You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

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Je T'aime

Warnings: pining, flirtations, fluff, a hint of a naughty innuendo

Prompt based on the line: You’re blushing so hard, all I said was I love you in French.

Notes: It is canon OCiel speaks French fluently and is capable of speaking and understanding Latin to an extent. French translations are at the end of the drabble for your hearts pleasure.

OCiel = Astré, for why please click my name and read the welcome section. Astré is ALWAYS aged up!

This falls before anything written so far for the Earl and His Wife's story so far. Not quite happy with it, but I've been tweeking this one for months now. Love seeing the hearts y'all! Makes me smile, so thank you.

Also, I do not know French. I love the language but have no understanding of the lovely words. So sorry if it's all wrong.

As always female reader

Je T'aime

“Miss, please do pay attention. French is not an easy language to learn after all.” The tutor,aging in years, chatacised her again. With a sigh of defeat the young woman let her attention slide from the beautiful River Thames to her professor once more.

The sun was bold and bright the afternoon they had met again.

He was out with Elizabeth, promenading as she loved to do with him whenever she could pull the lord away from his piles of paperwork. The sole reason he let her today was because he knew a certain young woman was present in a outdoor class. She had returned from her tour of Europe recently after four years of being away. Ofcourse, Elizabeth, insisting on a walk was nothing but a chance for him to see his hearts desire once more. If only she would notice him. Acknowledge him.

“Oh look it’s Professor Drake!” Elizabeth exclaimed, pointing out the bumbling teacher.

“Yes, he seems to have quite the class today.” Astre mumbled eyes intent on a woman in a white and blue gown fit for the summer weather. A large brimmed hat set with assorted blue flowers shielded her face from the sunshine that kissed her with love. Among the other ladies she stood out in his mind. Four years it had been. Would she remember?

“Shall we get closer? I always did enjoy his lessons.” He smiles, eyes sparking at his cousin's gullible nature not answering except to venture closer to his prey in the sun.

“Now, French is quite the impressive language but it can be quite difficult to master due to the English language being so harsh compared to French. Would you be so kind as Miss to pronounce the next phrase in your book?” Professor Drake asked the woman in white and blue, no doubt checking if she had indeed paid any attention to his lecture.

“On n’est point toujours une bête pour l’avoir été quelquefois.” She says getting caught in the jaw movements that she always fell victim to. The beautiful language sat so far back in her throat and she blushed ashamed of making the lovely phrase of wisdom sound so terrible.

“You still are trying to pronounce things to hard, try to relax and let the phrase roll from the tongue.” Drake sighs.

“On n’aime que ce qu’on ne possède pas tout entier.” The responding phrase to her badly pronounced French sounded angelic as it met everyone’s ears. Even Elizabeth stood silently listening for her cousin speak again.

Recognizing the voice, given it had matured in their time apart, the young woman glanced over her shoulder at the Lord Phantomhive.

“Ah, yes thank you my lord for that wonderful pronunciation. The ladies are surely to understand better now. Class dismissed.” Left to be picked up by their attenders the women stood together talking amongst themselves. The woman in white and blue hadn’t moved though instead smiling at the Earl.

“Elizabethdid you not want to continue with your French lessons? Professor Drake seems available to speak with you now.” Astre says smoothly successfully awaiting his cousin and leaving him with the woman in blu he had known for years in passing.

“I hadn’t expected to see you my lord.”

“Nor I you.” He found his mouth drying out as he drank her in. She was every inch the woman he dreamed of and pined for.

“Should I thank you for saving me from embarrassment or were you showing off?” She twitters to him amused while brushing a stray curl back into place.

“Depends on one’s definition of showing off. It’s been so long, I hadn’t expected you to still speak French so poorly.” He teases her, oh how he enjoyed watching her nose scrunch in defiance of his words trying to not give in to his bait.

“Well, not all of us are blessed with a heavenly tongue.” She retorts seeming to realize just how provocative her words could appear as she looks away hiding her appearance behind her hat.

Astre was at a loss on how to respond. Flattered but also aroused by her words he could only muster an answer that he would kick himself over later.

“Je t’aime.”

“Pardon?" The woman, who had already a tint to her cheeks, blossomed with color.

Scrambling to collect his thoughts Astre said the next most logical thing he could think of. Too bad it made no sense.

“Is there something wrong? I was simply seeing if you could respond with the proper answer. You’re blushing so hard, all I said was I love you in French.”

Nailed it.

On n’est point toujours une bête pour l’avoir été quelquefois.- Being a fool sometimes does not make one a fool all the time.

On n’aime que ce qu’on ne possède pas tout entier.- we only love what we do not have entirely.

Je t’aime- I love you

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Minors DNI!!!

Another amazing short piece from one of my favorite blogs! If you haven't read her pieces before I highly recommend her blog.

Enjoy lovelies!

ruthless ; 18+

requested by ; echosoftheocean (21/07/23)

word count ; 100

content ; aged up ciel, sexually explicit content, piv sex, bondage

fandom ; black butler

pairing ; older our ciel phantomhive x cis female reader

read also on ; ao3

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With your wrists restrained above your head, tied together and to the bed frame with a carefully knotted section of rope, you had little hope of grounding yourself or finding any sort of leverage when he finally took it upon himself to start fucking you. So completely and utterly vulnerable that you were only able to moan and whimper and struggle haplessly against your bindings whilst he goaded and teased you for your efforts. Finding solace only in the feeling of his cock and the sound of your voice as he roughly worked you closer and closer to your climax.

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Evening Delights

Any interaction is appreciated. I love seeing the hearts and reblogs come up in my notifications as y'all enjoy. Makes my day!!

Headcannon: The Earl's wife wears his nightshirt and his thoughts tumble to delicious place. This takes place four years after I do. Thought I'd give y'all a taste of how good our couples life together becomes.

OCiel is referred to Astré in all scenarios. To see why, read the welcome on my page.

Warnings: heavy fluff

As always female reader

Evening Delights

“Darling what are you doing?”

“Nothing.” She replied all to quickly as the bluenette stood in the door frame, smirking at the sight before him.

She wore his night shirt, not too uncommon in their lives together but still, enough to grab his attention. Her legs were on display, the curves present in her calves brought his eyes up her thighs to the night shirt's hem. Astré felt his mouth go dry at the thought of tasting her skin.

“It doesn’t look like nothing.” She flushed under his gaze as he walked over.

“I thought with the weather so warm I would wear this.” Bringing a hand to her neck and the other around her waist he pulls her in for a kiss. Hair braided already for sleep he gathers the locks in his fingers using her hair to tie himself to reality. Locked in passion he drank in every drop of love she had to offer, and even then he pressed into her further; hungry for the soul she offered to him in earnest. Like a flicker of flame upon a candle he wanted to snuff out, he craved consuming her.

He burned for his wife, the woman who carved him into the man he was today. The woman who saw him buried in ice, only to revive him heart and soul. He craved her touch, her lips, her never wandering gaze no matter who tried to entice her. She was loyal to him. That he knew more than anything. She knew him better than he knew himself.

Lips parting they both panted in heat, chests heaving with each gulp of air they had lost. The hand once tugging at her hair now caressed her jaw and he peppered kisses.

“You should wear them more often.”

“And miss this? Never.” She smirks. Oh how she knew to toy with him.

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The next installment of the Earl and his wife.

Warnings: hands being rough in love making (not clear when reading),

I don’t own Black butler or the Earl.

As always female reader

Hands

His hands were that of a gods. Gentle and timid against my flesh, but also rough and possessive enough to leave marks. Screaming to those around what he claimed was his alone.

Those gentle yet rough hands I adored. In bed or in the library, the twisting delight of what version of hand I would receive never failed to thrill me.

But in this moment I would have to admit defeat. This type of hand was my favorite.

Ofcourse attuned to each rivet of muscle and flesh, bone and vein across my body, his hand traced me. Worshipped me in the dead of night while he thought I slept.

But no, this tender caress of my spine as he fastened my dress was my favorite.

Once more I am brought to shivers from a single finger draping my shoulder blades only to dip down the river of my back. His touch was magic, and none other would ever compare. He possessed me in my entirety.

This gentle yet powerful act of love was my favorite.

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