#Mouillé

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[artthatgivesmefeelings]

William Adolphe Bouguereau (French, 1825–1905) L'amour mouillé, 1891

[r-aindr0p]

Uhhh stuff I doodled during the family event.

I often do french jokes/shitpost but uh yeah I'm also half finnish, 'twas an event on this side of the family.

So I doodled a few moomin characters from memory :') (+ finnish names beside, 'cause who the fuck is "Snufkin" ?? I only know Nuuska Muikkunen sorry)

It was a childhood cartoon /media and I have so much admiration for Tove Jansson's illustrations tbh, I wish I had half her skills, I only recently learned that she did illustrations for the hobbit novel omg

[eternalwandering]

chez le canal, novembre 2022

[pingou7]

Rah j’ai ADORÉ mon cadeau Aquitain de la part de Secret Santa Kaamelott cette année.

Te plaît révèle toi à moi qui que tu sois ! 🥰

(Je considère ce cadeau comme Canon, spécialement le prénom Eudes ! Je doute que notre Roi en ajoute un, et même s’il le fait, j’oublie la moitié de ceux de Kv1 sauf Horsa et Wulfstan parce que déjà… Sting! Je répète, STING et ensuite Jehnny Beth a un charisme incroyable malgré leurs rôles sous-développés).

Merci à @gerceval sans qui pas d’échange du tout. Paix et amour sur tout le fandom!

[pampers13700]

Ce matin je me réveille tout seul et de bonnes heures pour faire une petite surprise à ma maman. Mais ce ne sera pas une couche propre !!!!

[koufax73]

Glomarì: "Neige mouillée" è il nuovo video

Neige mouillée è il nuovo singolo di Glomarì, una visione onirica su toni elettro-acustici che contrappone inverno ed estate, neve e sole. Il videoclip che accompagna l’uscita, curato dalla stessa artista, conferma la sua spiccata poliedricità. Neige mouillée (“Neve bagnata” in francese), già vincitrice del Premio Brassens di Marsico Nuovo 2022, è una ballata folk intima e malinconica per la…

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Thierry Mouillé

[lolochaponnay]

Juge : « Cette femme a tué son mari car il a marché sur le sol encore mouillé qui venait d’être lavé ? » Policier : « C’est bien ça. » Juge : « Et pourquoi avez vous attendu 20 minutes pour interpeller cette femme ? » Policier : « Le sol était encore mouillé. »

[jules-and-company]

à quelqu’un qui me demanderait qui sont alceste et philinte j’lui montrerai ça parce que c’est l’essence même du dynamic duo

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Eric Costan - Il pleut sur les grands chênes

Il pleut sur les grands chênesPoésie païenneAvec le vent tout danseMes jambes sont des ailesMa langue apprend le chant boiséD’un baiser trempé

[camisoledadparis]

mon corps a peur, la peau mouillée j'ai plus d'âme

[c0eu4]

Charles speaking dirty in french🤭🤭🤭🤭

CL16 | Dirty boy ♡

Summary: Y/n keeps bothering her boyfriend until he gives in and shows her how to be a good girl.

Warning: dirty talk, smut, no protect sex, dom!Charles, sub!reader, mean!Charles, handcuffs, a bit of hitting (soft)

A/N: enjoy<3

Translation: mon amour= my love | Chéri.e= darling

MASTERLIST requests are open

She sits on his lap, her hand passing through his brown hair. ''Mon amour, I'm trying to work.'' If there are two things that the young woman loves, it's annoying her boyfriend when he's trying to work and his horribly sexy French accent.

She kisses his cheek, her other hand running over his abs through his t-shirt. He feels a shiver down his spine, but doesn't give in to temptation. ''Chérie, please.''

She doesn't listen to him and kiss the crook of his neck, nibbing it softly. His hand found its way to her waist, rubbing it softly. ''Don't you want to take a break?'' She let her hand go under his t-shirt, using her fingerstip to touch his abs.

He sighs, from pleasure? Annoying? She does not know but she doesn't care. Her hand under his t-shirt keeps going up, her mouth continuing to stimulate his neck by leaving a few red marks and lovebites.

He didn't push her away, trying to focus on the computer screen in front of him. He begins to feel tight in his pants, her ass wiggling against him and her fingertips tracing the vertical line of his abs.

His hand which was on her waist goes down to caress her ass, squeezing it softly. ''T'as envie que je te baise hein?'' you want me to fuck you, huh?

She doesn't understand what he said but can't help and moan softly against his soft skin. He grabs her jaw and forces her head up to kiss her. She moans into the kiss and Charles takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, caressing the inside of her cheeks.

She removes his headphone and places it on the desk, running her hand through his hair. He picks her up and moves her into the bedroom, dropping her on the bed. ''Qu'est ce que je vais faire de toi?'' What am I going to do with you?

She feels the excitement build even more in her body, his accent completely turning her brain. ''Tu es si irrésistible..'' You're so irresistible.

He removes his t-shirt, finally revealing his abs that she loves to caress so much. ''Take off all of your clothes.'' His voice was firm yet sweet. She listens to him and takes off her clothes, revealing her underwear to him. ''I said all of your clothes.'' She can't help but blush, even though Charles has seen her naked so many times.

She takes off her last clothes and watches him rummage through the drawer of his nightstand.

''Is it ok if I tie your wrist to the bed?'' She bit her lower lips. ''Yes. You can do whatever you want with me, my love.''

Charles smirks, taking off two handcuffs from the drawer, deftly tying one end around one of her wrist, securing it to the headboard. He repeated this process with her other wrist, leaving her bound and vulnerable in front of him.

He takes his time to take off his pants and joins her in bed, getting on top of her and one of his hands already trailing between her thighs. ''Je parie que tu es toute mouillée, mh?'' I bet you're soaking, mh?

She whines, wanting him to touch her. ''Please.. Charlie..'' He chuckles, his cold hand touching her inner thighs. She can't help but move her hips to try and show him her impatience. His fingers move up slowly and he slides one finger between her wet folds. ''Toute mouillée et rien que pour moi.'' All wet and only for me.

She closes her eyes, trying to move her hands but can't. Her head fell back against the pillow with a long moan of his name when she felt his lips against her bundle of nerves.

She can't help but squirm with pleasure as he continues to stimulate her with his tongue. And just as she was about to cum, Charles suddenly stopped and moved his kisses back to her stomach.

''What the hell Charles!'' she shouted, frustrated. He laughs, kissing her ribs. His laugh is deep and dark, almost frightening.

He rubs himself against her wet fold, making her moan deeply. He can feel the wet through his boxer and it turns him so much on. ''Putain Y/n tu vas me faire jouir juste parce que t'es autant mouillée.'' Damn Y/n you're gonna make me cum just because of your wetness.

''Charles..I need you!'' She whines, shaking violently under him. He doesn't wait longer and takes off his boxer and thrust roughly into her tight and wet cunt.

''Merde.. t'es si serré..'' shit.. you're so tight..

He doesn't wait any longer to almost pull out and go back in roughly.

''Tu la prends si bien.'' You take it so well.

If he keeps talking like that, she'll probably cum faster than expected.

''Oh oui, t'es si bonne.. ma pute..'' Oh yes, you're so good.. my whore..

''Ch-Charles!'' She moaned loudly before cumming hardly around his cock. Charles takes it upon himself and holds back from cumming as he feels her walls tightening around his cock. He speeds up his movements, his hips hitting hers with a sensual sound of flesh smacking and a wet sound.

His hand hits the side of her thigh. ''Dit moi que tu m'appartient.'' Tell me you're mine.

She doesn't understand what he says and moans loudly, not having time to recover from her orgasm.

Charles hit her thigh a second time, this time leaving a red mark of his hand. ''Dit moi que you're mine!''

Her back arches a second time, her eyes filling with tears. ''I-I'm yours !'' He moaned loudly, but kept holding himself. ''En Français.'' in French.

The feeling is almost unbreathable and she can barely find her breath. ''Je..J-je appartiens.'' She managed to moan, with her sensual English accent.

''Putain oui..Bonne fille.. Mon jouet baisable préféré..'' Fuck yes.. good girl.. my favorite fucktoy..

Charles redoubles his efforts, showing his breathing and dumbbell physique in his thrusts. The room is filled with their moans. One of Charles' hands finds its way between her legs, playing with her clit.

She doesn't wait any longer to come brutally a second time, tears leave her eyes to roll down her cheeks.

''Oh oui.. serre moi fort..'' Oh yes.. tight me hard..

Charles continues to thrust inside her until he reaches his own climax, his hot seed feeling her up perfectly.

''Ah! Putain! Y/n! T'es trop bonne!'' Ah! Fuck! Y/n! You're too good!

He crashes into her, still being careful not to hurt her. After a few minutes of catching their breath, he pulls out of her with a wet noise and one last moan leaves her lips.

He unties her hands, massaging her wrist to relieve it. ''Ça va, mon chat?'' All good, my cat?

She turns around and hugs him tightly, nuzzling her head into his neck. ''That was great. As usual.''

He can't help but smirk, his hands rubbing her back. ''Je sais que t'aime bien quand je suis méchant avec toi..'' I know you like it when I'm mean with you..

One of his hand goes lower and gently strokes her red thigh. She kisses his neck, already nibbing on it again.

''Ready for round two?''

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attention! novembre 2022

[karmhantra]

Il faut ajouter de la vie aux jours lorsqu'on ne peut plus ajouter de jours à la vie.

Jean Bernard