#ravishing wife

[lllilyttthommmaaas]

sweet lady near the sea beach

[garnet-xx-rose]

The Phantom may be toxic, but he would NEVER ask Christine to be his long-term long-distance low-commitment casual girlfriend.

[floooraaarrrobert]

sweet ladies dancing

[lesmisscraper]

Am I the only one wondering what happened during Mr. Hugo paused his pen?

Well, I admit that Mr. Hugo wrote about their wedding night 'in his old fashioned way', Marius is not the guy that would do those things to Cosette.(See their night date scene!) We only see Cosette was with her sweet face, her hair was in charming disorder, her eyelids were still swollen with sleep after that night. I think this means Cosette was very satisfied, so their wedding night was happier than the average couples at that time. It may rude to them, but I really want what happened on that night. To see how it's different from how Mr. Hugo mentioned.

[monikkkasssiimon]

sweet female

[bittersweet-mojo]

Binged the entire first season of the gilded age in a day and I just KNOW the Russell’s fuck nasty I KNOW IT

[lesmisscraper]

Happy Anniversary and Good Night!

Clips from <Il cuore di Cosette>.

[monikkkasssiimon]

sweet actress

[betweenthesinnersandthesaints]

New Muse Added

Name: Anne Boleyn

From: The Tudors/ History

FC: Natalie Dormer

Verses: 

-Doomed Second Wife of the King-  This verse follows the regular timeline of the show/history. Threads during this verse will take place during this time and end with her beheading.

-Mother of the Future King AU: What if she hadn’t miscarried her son? What would life be like for Anne now that she has fulfilled her promise to Henry, but knows her husband has lost interest in her? 

-Divorced Instead of Beheaded AU: Instead of the trumped up charges that led to her execution, Anne and Henry divorce, leaving her the Marquess of Pembroke and the mother of Elizabeth, who is still declared a bastard but gets to be raised by her mother.

-Regent of the Future Queen AU: Henry dies from his injuries received in the joust, leaving Anne as the Regent to their young daughter, surrounded by her enemies.

-Modern AU

[naomi-main]

BUT YOU’RE PREGNANT! — gojo satෆru

mdni, fem!reader, suggestive, 0.8k wc, established relationship, satoru’s pregnant wife who can’t keep her hands off him, teeny tiny bit of exhibitionism (reader palms his bulge in public), failed self-restraint, selfship coded cuz we’re both desperate for each other :’)

you’re far along now, and satoru swears that the more your stomach grows with his child, the hornier you get.

he had to keep on his toes around you in order to not get you so worked up. the pregnancy hormones were really getting to you, and you lashed out at him or cried over every little inconvenience. but what he had to be most careful about was the way he touched you.

if his hand lingered a little too long on your waist — the intention wholeheartedly innocent — you’d somehow take that as an invitation to palm his bulge. it’s happened numerous times recently—even in public!

his poor, pregnant wife had no shame nowadays. yeah, he’s done his fair share of groping your ass when others were around, but it was always under a private eye, secret giggles shared between the two of you.

unfortunately, you had picked up the habit of doing it out in the open. he couldn’t count the amount of times people would gawk in horror, all while you continued to browse the baby section, unbothered, as if you hadn’t squeezed his balls like a stress toy in front of dozens of people. maybe you were an exhibitionist?

either way, it was clear your thoughts only consisted of three things as of late: eat, sleep, and fuck.

how could he resolve this? he wanted to cry. this wasn’t fair! why couldn’t you be this thirsty for his cock when you weren’t pregnant? never in his life would he have thought you could out-freak him. and as badly as he wanted to fuck you senseless in return, he had to be gentle—cautious. sex was increasingly dangerous at this stage — according to the doctor after a long night of abusing your needy cunt — and you were driving him to the brink of madness with the way you were acting.

tensions were higher than they’ve ever been, neither of you speaking or acting on it. however, things came to ahead one morning while he was leaving for work. like usual, he stood by the door in his suit, prepared to head out after your usual once-over. it was a domestic routine he looked forward to every morning despite him whining in your ear about how he was going to be late, watching you softly as you “fix” his collar for the millionth time.

satoru wasn’t stupid. he could tell you were stalling for more time with him, not-so discreetly using it as an excuse to touch him. and don’t think he doesn’t notice how you’re practically sniffing him like an animal in heat. he knew just how much you loved the scent of his cologne, and it was as if you couldn’t help yourself around him when you caught a whiff of it.

now, here’s the part where he may have messed up. after your initial aggressive arousal towards him — plus with the advice the doctor gave him on the down low — he made sure to no longer kiss you on the lips in your current state, and instead, opted for your cheek. when you hand him his lunch, he leans himself down to your height, lips puckered to plant a chaste peck on your soft skin.

though, what he hadn’t expected was for you to outmaneuver him, slapping both hands on the sides of his head, tugging him close to the point that he stumbles as you begin to utterly ravish his mouth.

“mff—!”, satoru sputters in protest against your lips, eyes wide open in shock. his lunch slips from his hand, the bag falling to the ground with a thud. shaky hands hover over your waist, your protruding stomach pressing against his hard abdomen as move against him as sensually as you can.

he doesn’t touch you back just yet, but you force him to. gripping his wrists, you bring his large hands up to palm your round, tender breasts that swelled throughout these past few months. your soft, cherry-flavored lips moved against his in desperation, and he finally responds back, moaning into your mouth with just as much fervor, squeezing the plump flush of your soft tits. the whimper you let out to the massage sends a shudder down his spine and goes straight to his cock.

you pull back, and he finds himself chasing after your lips until you plant a firm hand on his chest. his breathing is ragged, pupils dilated as satoru stares down at you through his blindfold. he takes in the sight of your kiss-swollen lips and furrowed brows, certain he appeared just as flustered.

before he can utter a word, you gaze up at him through your lashes, a cheeky glint in your eyes that he knows all too well.

“stay.” you pout, and he almost finds the willpower left in him to say no—

“please?”

you didn’t have to ask him twice.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Imagine your vampire husband guiding you onto your werewolf best friend’s cock, cooing softly as you winced in discomfort at the stretch.

“Oh, my little angel… you’re taking it so well, can’t you be a good girl for your dear friend and give him a litter of pups?”

You whimpered, staring down at your friend. His wrists were bound to the bed frame, but you could see in his eyes that all he wanted to do was ravish you, to have his hands all over your soft, delicate body.

But your husband held the reins. He was the one guiding you, digging his nails into the werewolf’s thigh if he bucked his hips upwards a bit too roughly.

Your husband sneered, looking down at your friend with his scarlet eyes.

“Gentle, mutt. Getting to fuck my wife is a privilege that I can take away. Now…”

His voice became gentle again, a purr escaping his lips as his fangs brushed against your neck. “Is it feeling good, my angel? Oh, you want it a little faster?”

Even though you were bouncing on your friend’s cock, you called out your husband’s name. He was the one moving your hips at the perfect pace, rubbing your clit in circles and biting into your neck, your friend was basically just a dildo to your husband.

“There we go, take his knot love. It’ll be uncomfortable for a moment, but you’ll get used to it…”

After leaving both of you a complete mess, your husband untied your friend, then carried you away. “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart. Shh, don’t worry about him… he’s already asleep.”

Your husband ravished you as soon as you were in his bedroom, reveling in the fact that he got to touch you when no one else could.

[j-edward-fitzgerald]

The Raven Chronicles ~ 46

(Chapters are arranged chronologically in ARCHIVES) Dr. Sylvester Agnostica, MD. Sterns-Carson Sanitarium Green Pines, Ohio November 22, 1932 I have always considered myself a realistic and practical man, therefore, I cannot lie about today’s visit from Jacob Drummond; I survived a squall, but the storm is not over. At most, I have been granted a reprieve. I know full well that time is limited,…