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earls-wife · 10 months
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Hello! I hope y'all are well lovelies. Here's the next repost of The Earl and his Wife's marriage life.
Warnings: mature themes, no smut just a love struck man who body worships his wife with thoughts of his.
This takes place three years into The Earl and his wife's marriage.
Reader is always female.
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The Lord's A Beggar
Astré wasn’t one to beg.
But he would if his wife asked him to worship her. He would even utter a “please” for his lady.
Head to toe she was every inch the goddess he dreamed of in his teenage years. How they met still burned him open for all others to see. Eyes that pierced his scheming agenda with such ferocity it shook his core. Gone were his plans for the day. Instead he was here, at her alter to worship and burn incense to his goddess. His one true love and companion.
Hands dragged up thighs that ran with warmth, the same warmth he had fallen into night after night. His lips chased the trail of goosebumps left behind in the chilly wake of his finger tips. She completed him. In every way he longed to have her by his side for every moment he drew breath, but that was impossible. Death would come for them both before he had his fill.
“My Lord, you have work to do.”
Her voice called to him so sweetly in his fevered haze that she had induced by existing. So different from Elizabeth, his cousin, she was. His wife never had to try for his attention, no she gathered it with a mere tilt of her head and impish grin. His wife never asked him for things or demanded he attend soirées. He would if she asked though. No, his wife was a silent woman who kept her secrets within the confines of the home he had for them to dwell in.
Her requests were easy, simple, like breathing.
“Must I? I would rather stay here and offer gifts to my lover. May I stay mon bijou?”
Only she could make him beg.
Mon bijou- my jewl
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sinha-ri · 9 months
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To anyone wondering why the next black butler arc uses the word "Fag" is because it's based on old British school culture, meaning Yana did not make this up or choose the word herself (as in the concept of using the word, not changing it is a choice (?))
Like you can straight up just Google it and wiki is willing to tell it all
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Less of trying to excuse the use, but trying to explain why it's used
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grelleswife · 4 months
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When nefarious “teachers” underestimate their pupils…
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…it’s only natural for them to get schooled. 🔪
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errwin · 1 year
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@getones sigma from nordeste '-'
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ava-ships · 2 months
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“Black Butler-All Baldroy and Amalie scenes (Season 1)”
(Reblogs are encouraged, pr0ship/c0mship DNI)
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itmustbek8 · 9 months
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@stopaskingmetocreateanaccount
W H A T
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killuagirly · 1 month
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I am so glad I can help keep your inbox company! You truly are amazing at what you do!
This one is a little bit different , but I'd like to see your take on it. Ciel, Dagger, Joker and ( If you don't mind since you did such a fantastic job in the last one) Alois finding their soulmate( They can each be the same way they find a soulmate or unique for each person. Whichever you would like to do!). Please and thank you!
♡Ciel, Alois, Joker, & Dagger[Separate] x Reader♡
Summary: In a universe where you are bound to one another by some circumstance, what might your soulmate think upon your first meeting?
A/N: For this, I'm assuming you mean like soulmate AUs?? Like y'know, red string of fate, time stops once you meet them, etc. Also, I thought the last one with Alois was a bit ooc..? This one is probably worse, and I finished the last half of so on my phone. Some AU prompts//ideas sourced from this post.
TW: None, really.
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Ciel
AU: You get flowered tattoos wherever your soulmate receives a scar.
♡"Ah! Not again.." You spoke aloud to yourself in the Phantomhive Manor's garden, wiping off your clothing. The scrape on your knee would be visible to the Earl if he had seen you, not to mention your clumsiness that was unsuitable for a noble. You had merely tripped and fallen over a stone slightly out of it's place, but the cement was enough to make blood trickle from the open cut.
♡You turned around to see a baffled Ciel, almost frozen in shock. "My apologies Earl Phantomhi-" your voice trailed off mid-sentence seeing the floral tattoos blooming on his knee, the same place where you had just sustained your injury. Wordlessly, he walked to you side and took your hand in his. "Let's get that looked at, shall we then?"
Alois
AU: You can see every color except the color of your soulmate’s eyes until you meet them.
♡Walking around town was enjoyable on a lovely day like this one, but it'd be far more lovely if you could see the blue hues of the sky above you along the little things you pass by. A sigh fell from your lips, wondering if you would ever meet this blue-eyed one that was meant to be your soulmate. In that instant, you bumped into someone walking next to you who seemed to be headed in the same direction.
♡You turned to apologize, but instead your entire body froze as his gorgeous icy eyes were brought to life, lighting up with a color you'd never quite been able to make out before. The blonde had a similar shocked expression as yours, before letting a smirk play it's way onto his lips. "Well it certainly is a pleasure finally getting to meet you, love."
Joker
AU: Every so often you will get flashes of what your soulmate is seeing at the time, however your soulmate does not know when it happens.
♡You were going about your daily chores as usual, excited for tonight. A lovely decision you made for yourself, to see the Noah's Ark Traveling Circus while it was nearby! In the middle of your activities, a sudden flash of what you knew to be your soulmate's sight came to your mind. The image you had seen seemed to be an up-close of your soulmate having a conversation with a woman wearing a black cleavage top, how prosthetic hand outstretched in hers.
♡You had seen the girl before, as well as the prosthetic hand your soulmate possessed. Later that night however, you were not expecting to see that same woman and that same hand of whom was meant to be your eternal lover. Your eyes met his during the show, you were seated in the mid-section but you could still tell from that look in his eyes that he was thinking the exact same thing.
Dagger
AU: Everyone has a journal that allows them to write back and forth with their soulmate.
♡It was in the journal you possessed for communication with your soulmate that you had learned so much about him. Not just that he was under educated and had sloppy penmanship, but the both of you would often exchange the events that played out throughout your day. You'd often have to correct his misspelled words, but you didn't mind. After all, now you knew you'd get to meet him in person soon.
♡From what the both of you had shared, you knew that he was a first-tier performer in the infamous Noah's Ark Traveling Circus which was currently in your area. Nervousness and excitement blended together and filled your body as you stepped into the main tent. You almost instantly knew who Dagger was, previously describing his appearance to you. With time before the show begun, you tapped his shoulder and he turned to face you. A shocked look came over his face, you hadn't told him you were coming tonight. "Oh m' God. 's really y'."
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WIP Wednesday: Whumptober Prompts-Wound fucking
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"I'm going to enjoy this," Undertaker laughs, and knots his claws into my hair.
He has me pinned to the hardwood floor, thighs bracketing my lower ribs.
I close my eyes, bracing myself. There's a clink of a belt and rustle of cloth as he parts his cassock, freeing himself and yanks me upward. Positions me to his liking.
"Though I doubt you will."
And then he pushes in. It burns as his dry cock scrapes through torn flesh and into the hot, bloody slip of my wound.
I choke out a broken gasp. Undertaker moans, soaking in the molten heat of my false body. He throbs.
"Feel that?"
I do. He's lodged deep like a knife, just between my lungs.
"Mm." Another staggered breath, and he tenses. "I can feel when you breathe."
The reaper stills, savoring how my lungs inflate around him like warm, wet walls.
"Look at me." The moment my eyes slide open, Undertaker shoves in further, hilting himself. A fresh seep of blood spills past my lips.
"Top brass says vermin like you serve no purpose, but they're wrong. You make for a perfect hole, so bloody perfect," He seethes, staring down at me with eyes like uranium glass. "And better yet, so willing."
Willing, yes. It was the only way to secure a lifeboat for the young master. And if all I have to do is serve as a vessel for his pleasure, then I will comply.
The reaper withdraws, a slow, burning drag- then plunges hard.
Curtains of iron grey hair fall around me as he begins to mercilessly carve a place for himself.
It's a bone-deep ache. Exquisite. Devastating. Painfully intimate. An agony I can taste, so hateful and dark. Red in all its glorious shades of gore and fury. My every nerve screams.
A mortal would beg for death.
But this new flavor of suffering... it’s one I've yet to taste, sickeningly rich, and I begin to feel my heartbeat throb in my groin. I gasp, eyes rolling back.
"Oh?" Undertaker punctuates his curiosity with a cruel thrust, ripping a reluctant moan from my throat. Bracing one hand against the wall, he reaches back with the other to confirm his suspicion. A claw teases along the ridge of my erection.
"Heheh. How interesting. I can touch you if you'd like." He offers. As if I have a choice in the matter. Swallowing thickly, I nod. He flicks open the buttons of my trousers to find that I'm already dripping.
"Well, now," Undertaker muses. "I wasn't expecting you to enjoy it this much, if at all. But I'm not opposed to it. A deal's a deal."
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Work in progress for something outside of my usual purview- woundfucking. >:3
If you made it to the end of this, you're a trooper. Buuut it's still a roughdraft, so we aren't done yet. Sorry not sorry. 😂
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4s-u-w1sh · 1 year
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OOOOOO IMAGINE GETTING YR F/O TO LISTEN TO YR FAVORITE ALBUM FOR THE FIRST TIME. HOW DO U THINK THEY WOULD REACT.
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milfhandholder · 2 years
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Sebagrell you will always be famous
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bapydemonprincess · 3 months
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Agni is a very adorable, dorky drunk btw I know this.
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earls-wife · 9 months
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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
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“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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pov-you-love-mcmillan · 3 months
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Season 4! Just a week away!
2024, the Fandom will be revived! McMillain will be real!
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randompasta101-blog · 29 days
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OH MY GOD WAIY. IS SIEGLINDE'S BUTLER NOT A BEAUTIFUL BUTCH WOMEN????? WHAT. WAS SHE A MAN THE ENTIRE TIME?????? HAVE I MISREAD THAT. NO THAT CAN'T BE TRUE IS IT?????
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fieryskies · 11 months
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So I started reading a manga called Frau Faust today (which I recommend! It's from The Ancient Magus' Bride creator and it's only 19 chapters long)
And not to get too spoiler-ish with it, but it made me think about an AU in which it is Sebastian who allows himself "to lose Ciel's soul forever" and turns him immortal before his master could die
Ciel is...actually not too happy with getting cheated out of his promised death. Cut to a centuries old chase in which one immortal is running left and right to find some way to die
While the other puts pebbles in his road at every turn
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eemoo1o · 1 year
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Haha, if only, am I right guys? (Please don’t outcast me from this fandom)
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