#allez les filles

[release-the-sheep]

both captains have such excellent confused faces and use them to such great effect

[release-the-sheep]

glad I could help, mate!

my order is in!!!

my montreal jersey is coming to meeee

shout out to @release-the-sheep for the heads up on the store restock and to @prorneth-eus (my sis) for getting it as my birthday gift

I’m 🥹☺️🥹

[granitxhka]

I STAND BY MY CANCELLED WNT!!!!!!!!!!!

[lolochaponnay]

Après la messe, le curé va, comme à son habitude, se reposer à l'ombre du marronnier, derrière l'église. En entendant un merle siffler, il lève la tête et aperçoit une petite fille, debout dans l'arbre, sans culotte. Il s'écrie : - Dieu du ciel! Descend tout de suite, mon enfant! La gamine obtempère et le prêtre lui dit : - Tiens, voilà cinq euros. Dis à ta maman qu'elle t'achète une culotte. Le petite court raconter l'histoire à sa maman. Celle-ci réfléchit et se demande combien le curé lui donnera si elle monte, elle-même, dans l'arbre, sans culotte. Le dimanche suivant, le curé s'installe de nouveau sous le marronnier. Il entend le merle et il lève la tête. Il voit la maman, sans culotte. - Mon Dieu, ce n'est pas possible! Descendez au plus vite, ma fille! La mère descend et le curé lui dit : - Tenez, prenez ces dix euros, et allez vous acheter un rasoir!

[emjayewrites]

oh captain, my captain 🫡 • aurélien tchouaméni

SYNOPSIS: capitaine tchouaméni reporting for duty.

PAIRINGS: aurélien tchouaméni x black!fem!reader

WARNINGS: smut…with a itsy bitsy plot; minors dni (18+ only)

TAGLIST: @trentswrld @trenterprise @hopefulromantic1 @certainsaturn @saturnville @sucredreamer @alika-4466 @f1-football-fiend @yeea-nah @cocobutterqwueen @kairawrites @lettersofgold @irishmanwhore

A/N: just a little something to celebrate captain aurelien 😜

The roar of the crowd echoed through the drenched stands of the Puskás Aréna, with rain pouring heavily over the field. Aurélien Tchouaméni, wearing the captain’s armband for the night, wiped the droplets from his face as he kept his eyes fixed on the ball. France was minutes away from closing out a 4-1 victory against Israel, and the satisfaction of leading the team to such a commanding win coursed through him.

Y/N sat in the stands, her heart racing despite the cold rain soaking through her clothes. She didn’t care; watching Aurélien in his element, leading Les Bleus on the international stage, always made her pulse quicken. Her French was shaky at best, but that didn’t stop her from cheering him on with what little she could muster. Each time his name was called on the pitch, she’d grin, her love for him growing with every play, every command he gave to his teammates.

“Allez! Allez Aurélien!” she shouted, her voice almost swallowed by the rain and cheers around her. Her French was limited, but her enthusiasm was unmistakable.

The final whistle blew, confirming the win. Aurélien stood tall, sharing a brief but victorious smile with his teammates before jogging over to the sideline. After the formalities with the referee, Didier Deschamps congratulated him.

“Très bien, capitaine,” Didier said. (“Very good, captain.”)

Aurélien’s eyes scanned the stands until they locked onto Y/N. She waved at him with a bright grin, and the tiredness he felt from the match seemed to melt away. After a few minutes, he joined her at the exit, rain still falling hard around them.

“Impressive, Captain,” Y/N teased, using the English word to flirt with him. Her French wasn’t strong, but her affection for him was clear. “What are you going to do to celebrate?”

Aurélien smirked, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back as they made their way to the car. “I have a few ideas.”

Back at the hotel, the mood shifted. The rain had followed them, still tapping rhythmically against the window as Y/N stepped out of the bathroom. She had swapped out her rain-soaked clothes for something far more tempting—a cropped French national team jersey, snug against her chest, and a tiny white skirt that barely covered her ass. The outfit left little to the imagination, and that was exactly the point.

Aurélien was waiting for her in the dimly lit room, his tall frame lying casually on the bed, but his eyes were anything but relaxed. They traced every curve of her body, lingering on the exposed skin at the top of her thighs. His jaw tightened, and a slow, wicked smile spread across his face.

“Capitaine,” Y/N said playfully, in her best attempt at French. She knew her accent was off, but Aurélien loved when she tried, especially in moments like these. “Je suis prête pour les�� instructions?” (“I’m ready for the… instructions?”)

Aurélien’s eyes darkened with desire, and he pushed himself off the bed, moving toward her with slow, measured steps. He towered over her when he finally reached her, his hand lifting to brush a braid away from her face before trailing down her cheek. His touch was soft, but his voice held an unmistakable command.

“On the bed,” he said, his voice low and filled with intent. “Now.”

Y/N’s breath caught as she obeyed, climbing onto the bed, her heart racing with anticipation. Aurélien followed, his presence dominating the space as he stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her like he was still in control—just like on the pitch.

“Vous avez besoin de discipline, non?” he murmured, his voice deep and teasing as he let his hands glide along her bare thighs. (“You need discipline, don’t you?”)

Y/N swallowed hard, nodding slightly, but the playful glint in her eyes showed she was still in on the game. “Oui, capitaine.” (“Yes, captain.”)

Aurélien’s lips curved into a grin as he slowly pushed her legs apart, running his fingers along the inside of her thighs, drawing out a soft gasp from her. The rain outside had turned into a steady rhythm, almost in time with the way his hands moved, taking his time to savor every inch of her.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his accent thick and smooth. “Keep those legs just like that.”

Y/N felt her cheeks warm, her breath quickening as his touch became more insistent. His dominance was subtle, always laced with care, but it never failed to leave her breathless. He had a way of commanding her body that left her both weak and craving more.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before whispering against them, “You belong to me tonight. I’m still your captain, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” Y/N breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Then listen closely,” he said, his tone shifting from soft to firm in an instant, “and do everything I tell you. Understood?”

Her response came out as a breathy, eager “Oui, capitaine,” as he slid his hand further up her skirt, his touch electric, and his fingers brushing against her bare pussy.

He froze for a second, his lips curling into a slow, wicked smile. “No panties?” he murmured, kissing his teeth in playful disapproval. “That’s an extra drill, naughty girl.”

The way he said “naughty” in his thick French accent sent a shiver down her spine. Y/N felt her body react immediately, her breath quickening, and her legs parting just a little wider. The teasing, the control he had over her, made her crave more. She could feel herself growing wetter as his fingers lightly teased her folds, not quite giving her what she wanted, but enough to make her squirm.

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, his fingers now gliding over her slickness, spreading her essence across her pussy lips. “Making it harder for me to stay in control… You need to be conditioned for next time, don’t you? Have to get you ready for the next match.”

Y/N moaned softly in response, unable to form a coherent reply. Aurélien chuckled, his fingers continuing to play, dipping just inside her before retreating, leaving her on edge.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, bringing his wet fingers to his lips, tasting her before standing up straighter. “Now… undress me.”

She nodded, quickly but carefully getting onto her knees, her hands reaching for the waistband of his basketball shorts. Aurélien watched her every move, the dominance in his posture unwavering. Slowly, Y/N pulled his shorts down, revealing his boxers. She hesitated, feeling the heat between them rise before she pulled the boxers down as well, his thick erection springing free, the bulbous head already slick with pre-cum.

Y/N swallowed hard, her mouth watering as her eyes locked onto the bead of moisture glistening at the tip. Aurélien watched her with dark, expectant eyes. “Lick it,” he commanded softly, his hand resting on the back of her head.

Obeying, Y/N leaned forward and ran her tongue slowly over the head, savoring the taste of him, her eyes flicking up to meet his as she did. His breath hitched, and his fingers tightened in her braids as she circled the tip with her tongue, teasing him just as he had done to her. Aurélien’s control wavered for a brief moment, but his grip on her hair tightened as he gently guided her down.

“Putain,” he groaned, watching as she began to bob up and down his length, her lips stretching around him. Her hands rested on his thighs for balance as she took him deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft. Aurélien’s hips rocked slightly, pushing himself further into her mouth, his breathing becoming heavier with each movement.

“Just like that,” he murmured, his voice husky. “You suck this dick so well…”

She continued her movements, relishing the sounds he made, the way his body tensed and relaxed under her touch. After a few more strokes, Aurélien’s hand tightened in her braids again, and he gently pulled her off him, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock as he guided her back onto the bed.

“Turn over,” he commanded softly, his voice low and firm. “Ass up.”

Y/N’s heart raced as she did as she was told, rolling onto her stomach, her body trembling with anticipation. The air felt thick, charged with what was to come, and she whimpered softly as she felt Aurélien’s hot breath against her inner thigh.

He chuckled darkly. “I need to examine you closely,” he whispered, his voice dripping with lust. “Make sure my pretty pussy is ready.”

Without warning, he spread her legs wider, lowering himself between them, and ran his tongue from her clit to her entrance, the sensation making Y/N gasp sharply. His tongue flattened against her folds as he licked her again, this time slower, more deliberate. Her body tensed with every stroke, the pleasure mounting as his hands gripped her thighs firmly, holding her in place.

“Mmm… you taste so good,” he murmured between licks, his voice a deep rumble against her skin. His hands moved to spread her open even wider, and as his tongue worked its magic, one of his fingers brushed lightly against her tight anal ring.

Y/N flinched instinctively, her breath catching in her throat.

“Not ready for that, ma chérie?” Aurélien teased, his voice soft but filled with promise.

She shook her head quickly, her body tense under his touch. He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her thigh. “Don’t worry, we’ll save that for another time.”

He continued to pleasure her with his mouth, his tongue working her clit in slow, steady strokes that had her moaning into the sheets, her hips moving in tandem with his ministrations as the tension in her body built. He took his time, savoring every sound she made, every tremor of her body. When he finally deemed her ready, her moans spilling freely into the room, Aurélien sat back on his haunches, admiring the way her pussy glistened.

His hand wrapped around his thick erection, stroking it slowly as he positioned himself behind her. “You’re so wet for me,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “I knew you’d be ready.”

With one hand on her hip, he slowly guided the head of his cock to her entrance, teasing her with just the tip before pushing inside her, inch by agonizing inch. Y/N gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets as he filled her completely, the sensation overwhelming.

Aurélien groaned softly, his grip tightening on her hips as he leaned over her, his lips brushing her ear. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “You take me so perfectly.”

He began to move inside her, his strokes deep and shallow at first, his body hovering over hers. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through her, and she moaned loudly, her cries filling the room as he picked up the pace. His hold on her was firm, possessive, and it only heightened the intensity between them. The way she looked, wearing his cropped French jersey with her ass exposed, drove him wild. It made something primal snap inside him, the sight of her body submitting to him in his national colors igniting a fire that burned even hotter.

“Tu es si belle… (You’re so beautiful…),” he growled as he slammed into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberating around the room. His dick drove deeper, faster, as her body arched against him, and he could feel her tightening around him, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.

“Aurélien,” Y/N cried out, her voice muffled slightly as her face pressed into the sheets, but the raw pleasure in her tone was undeniable. She was close, and so was he. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge, her body trembling beneath him, her cries becoming more frantic.

Aurélien’s eyes darkened as he watched her writhe under him, the sight of her losing herself to him making his control slip. He fucked her harder, his strokes turning relentless as his primal desire took over, driving her into the mattress with every powerful thrust. Her back arched, her fingers gripping the sheets desperately as she neared her release.

“I’m… I’m cumming,” Y/N gasped, her voice breaking as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her body convulsed beneath him, her walls clenching tightly around his dick as she cried out, her pleasure spilling out in uncontrollable moans.

Aurélien let out a low growl, his head falling back as her orgasm triggered his own. He thrust into her a few more times, his body tensing as he reached his climax. His eyes rolled back, and he groaned heavenward as he released deep inside her, his dick pulsing with every wave of his orgasm. He emptied himself completely, his breath coming out in ragged pants, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies locked together, their breathing heavy and labored. Finally, Aurélien gently pulled out of her, stumbling slightly as he made his way to the bathroom. His legs felt weak from the force of his release, but he managed to grab a towel, dampening it with warm water.

Returning to Y/N, he gently wiped her down, his touch tender and careful. “Tu vas bien? (Are you okay?)” he asked softly, his voice laced with concern as he made sure she was comfortable.

Y/N nodded, still catching her breath, her body feeling like jelly after the intensity of what they’d just shared. Aurélien tossed the towel aside, pulling her into his arms and lying back on the bed, pressing her against his chest. He kissed the top of her head, his hands running soothingly up and down her back.

“Viens ici, ma belle… (Come here, my beautiful…),” he murmured, using a soft term of endearment as he held her close, their bodies tangled together. The warmth of his embrace, combined with the lingering afterglow, made her feel safe, cherished. They stayed like that, basking in the quiet intimacy that followed their wild celebration.

[the-offside-rule]

Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - Baby Duties

Requested: on wattpad

Warnings: nons

"What are you going to call her?"

"Coralie, Coralie Leclerc."

That day was something else. The day your baby girl, Coralie arrived to the world. It all seemed so much better than everyone told you it would be. She wasn't crying at night, she wasn't being terrible at all but then then the problems started when you got home. Charles opened up the front door with your hospital bag and let you in holding the baby. You looked around at the homer you missed oh so much and continued on to the nursery to put your little girl to sleep. It was awfully late at night so she would probably be sleepy and to be completely honest, you were pretty tired too. You placed the little creature into her crib and tucked her in. Charles looked on lovingly at his little family. Everything was finally coming together in his life.

You tiredly made your way out of the room and closed the door gently. You heard a light chuckle and reopened your eyes to see Charles staring at you. "What?" you yawned. "Nothing, you just look beautiful as always." He remarked. Even though you felt like complete and utter shit, he made you feel like a princess. "but you look tired so maybe you should go to sleep." You nodded and yawned. "Yeah. Let's go- what are you doing?" you asked as Charles picked you up bridal style and began walking in the direction of your bedroom. "We're going to bed." He replied simply. "I might put on a movie too but it's up to you." Your heart fluttered at his words. "Do you know how much I love you?" you asked him, nuzzled into his chest. "You've said it a few times but I don't mind hearing it again."

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You had managed to fall asleep but the distant cries of little Coralie Leclerc put an end to that. You moved to get up but Charles lay you back down making you a little bit confused. "Charles, I need to go get her." you groaned. "No princesse, you go back to sleep. I'll go get her." You agreed reluctantly and turned back around to go to sleep but in the nursery, they were probably not going to sleep.

"Salut ma fille, Pourquoi pleures tu?" (hello my daughter, why are you crying?) he babbled. Carolie seemed to quiet down a little bit but not much. "Veux tu quelque chose a manger? Ah no. You can't eat anything yet erm..." Charles thought about an alternative and thankfully came up with one quickly before she woke up the entire of Monaco. "Et le lait? Oui? Tres bien." (How about milk? Yes? Great) he said to himself. "Allons y alors, mais nous devons nouse taire."(Let's go then but we need to be quiet.) he said wrapping Carolie in a blanket to keep her warm while they went out to the kitchen to get some milk. " Nous ne voulons pas reveiller votre maman." (We don't want to wake up your mom.) Charles had a peak into the room to see if you were still asleep and smiled to himself when he saw that you were.

"Vous savez, vous et votre maman êtes similaires. Vous êtes tous les deux très exigeants." (You know, you and your mom are very similar. You're both very high maintenance.) Charles chuckled as he began to feed his hungry baby. "Je blague. Je vous aime beaucoup tous les deux." (I'm joking. I love you both very much.) he continued on. "Et croyez moi, à la seconde où je peux vous amener à une course, vous allez à une course." (And trust me, the second I can get you to a race, you are going to a race.)

"Bien, allons au lit." (Right, let's go to bed.) he said once she finished her bottle. Charles walked back quietly to the nursery and placed her back into her crib but then as he began to walk away, she started cying again. "Quel est le problème avec ma princesse maintenant? (What is wrong with my princess now?) he asked softly. "Vous voulez une soirée pyjama? Une chanson peut-être? Tous les deux? Bien." (Do you want a sleepover? A song? Both? Okay.) He gave up and climbed into the crib, hoping and praying he didn't break it or he would get a hounding from you. " Frere jaques, frere jacques, dormez vous, dormez vous? Sonnez les matines, sonnes les matines. Din, dan, don. Din, dan, don." He hummed. Charles looked down and saw Carolie asleep on his chest. He was now trapped in a crib with his baby. How was he going to get out now? He wasn't so he gave in and just decided to fall asleep. Night one of having a baby in the house would be pretty successful if you ask me.

[boobo13cambridge]

Hold On, We’re Going Home | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), kissing.

Summary: After attending a charity event with Kylian, who looked dashing in his black suit, you feel particularly needy. Once you arrive home, you realize he hungered for you just as much. 

A/N: Hello, everyone! Sorry for the late upload, I got a little bit busy with the semester ending. Hope you enjoy this!

You and Kylian step out of the sleek black car, eyes scanning the grand venue of the charity event you are attending. The charity event is held in a grand ballroom, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and elegant decorations adorning every corner. As you walk through the elegant glass doors, you are greeted by the sounds of live music and the buzz of guests mingling and socializing. The event aims to help children in need, and the cause is close to your hearts. 

The ballroom is transformed into a hub of activity, with auction items displayed on tables, ranging from luxury vacations to one-of-a-kind art pieces. A lavish buffet offers an array of delectable dishes, while a bar serves premium cocktails and wine.

Kylian looks stunning in his black suit, and you send a quick prayer to Tchaga for his impeccable styling and for making your man look so dashing. His broad shoulders fill out the suit perfectly, and his chiselled jawline draws the attention of everyone around him. Noticing the slight tension in his shoulders, you squeeze his hand in comfort. 

"You look incredibly handsome, baby," you say, voice laced with affection.

Kylian smiles, his dark eyes softening with affection. "And you look absolutely breathtaking, mon amour," he replies, his gaze lingering on your red dress. You blush, feeling giddy at this praise. You have spent hours picking out the perfect dress, and you have to admit, it is worth it. The dress hugs your curves in all the right places, and the flowing fabric moves gracefully as you walk. Your hair is styled in loose waves, and your makeup is carefully applied to accentuate your features. 

“Kylian! Y/N! Vous êtes là!” shouts Presnel, looking quite dapper in his dark navy suit and diamond studs, greeting you both with a hug and la bise. “Roh là là, regardez-moi ça, le ‘tit Kyks et la jolie demoiselle tout bien habiller.” ("Oh my, look at this, little Kyks and the pretty lady all dressed up nicely.")

Giggling, you return his greeting, happy to see the tall centre-back back on his feet after his injury. “Regarde qui parle, M. Presko avec sa belle ‘tit veste. ” ("Look who's talking, Mr. Presko with his fancy little jacket.")

“Allez, ils nous ont placés sur la même table, celle juste en avant,” informs Presnel, holding out his elbow for you to wrap your hand around. “Je vous en prie, mademoiselle,” shaking your head at Presnel’s antics, you let him escort you to your table while Kylian trails behind, pouting.“Voyons, il veut me voler ma femme, ce mec. ”

Greeting everyone at the table before settling down into your seats, you are looking forward to spending the evening with your husband. Despite his attempt to appear at ease, you can tell that the stress of PSG's losing streak has taken a toll on him. His shoulders are slightly hunched, and he seems to be forcing himself to engage in small talk with the other guests. You place a comforting hand on his thigh and place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Relax, mon bébé. Just enjoy tonight, oui?”, you murmur gently in his ear. Kylian looks at you and gives you a tender smile. “Merci d'être toujours à mes côtés, bébé. Je t’aime.”

As the evening progresses, Kylian's gaze keeps drifting towards you, his wonderful wife. He can't help but feel incredibly lucky to have you by his side. Your presence has a calming effect on him, and he finds himself becoming more relaxed and engaged in the conversation. He laughs at jokes and engages in lively conversation with the other guests, and you can tell that he is starting to unwind.

You can see the way he looks at you, his eyes alight with affection and a hint of lust, lingering on your every move, your skin tingles with a thrilling sensation that feels like a thousand tiny needles pricking at your flesh. His touch becomes more lingering and intimate as the night goes on. You, on the other hand, find yourself becoming more and more drawn to him, your heart beating faster every time he looks your way. The atmosphere between you and Kylian is charged with an unmistakable energy that seems to hum and crackle with a life of its own.

As the night progresses, the tension between the two of you grows steadily stronger, like a coiling spring that threatens to burst at any moment. It is an almost palpable sensation, a heady mix of desire, excitement, and anticipation that seems to fill the air around you, enveloping you in a cocoon of raw emotion.

And yet, despite the intensity of the moment, there is a sense of peace and contentment that lies at the heart of it all. You know, without a doubt, that you are exactly where you are meant to be, with the person you are meant to be with, and that nothing else in the world matters as long as you are together.

You can feel his eyes on you, even when you aren't looking, and you know that he is lost in thought, his mind focused on you and you alone. His gaze is intense, but it isn't invasive or uncomfortable. Instead, it is a warm, loving embrace that makes you feel cherished and adored.

As the event comes to an end, the two of you are alone together in the car. Kylian has his arm around your shoulders, as you snuggle closer to him feeling safe and secure in his embrace. The intensity of his love for you is evident in the way he holds you, his touch gentle yet firm, conveying a sense of deep devotion and commitment. You know that you are cherished beyond measure, and the knowledge fills you with a sense of profound gratitude.

As the car rolls along, the outside world slipping away, Kylian lifts your hand to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on the back of it. The sensation of his warm breath on your skin sends shivers down your spine, and you feel a hot flame of desire flicker to life in the pit of your stomach.

"Je t’aime beaucoup, mon coeur. Je ne sais pas ce que je ferais si tu n’étais pas dans ma vie," he whispers, his voice soft and intimate. The words are like a balm to your soul, soothing the doubts and fears that sometimes creep into your mind, reminding you of just how much you are loved. ("I love you so much, my heart. I don't know what I would do if you weren't in my life.")

In that moment, you feel as though you are the only two people in the world, alone together in a bubble of perfect love and contentment. The outside world fades away, replaced by the soft glow of the car's interior and the warmth of Kylian's embrace.

You are so grateful to have found your soulmate in this incredible man, whose love for you is an unbreakable bond that binds you together for all eternity. With each passing moment, your love grows stronger, more enduring, and more profound, a testament to the power of true love to overcome any obstacle.

As you step out of the car and make your way towards the front door, Kylian's hand intertwines with yours, sending a warm shiver down your spine. You turn to look at him and find him gazing at you with an intense hunger in his eyes. In that moment, you realize that you are both feeling particularly needy, the intensity of the emotions that has been building up throughout the evening finally reaching their peak.

You unlock the front door and lead him into the living room, where the lights cast a warm, romantic glow over the room. You turn to face him, and he pulls you close, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace. The heat of his body presses against yours, and you can feel the intense longing that he is trying to suppress, the desire that burns within him threatening to consume him whole. As you look up into his eyes, you can see the raw passion that lies just beneath the surface, the intensity of the emotions that he is struggling to contain. You can feel the fire that rages within him, and you know that you are just as hungry for him as he is for you.

Without a word, he pulls you closer, his lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. The taste of him fills your senses, the warmth of his mouth enveloping you in a cocoon of desire. You moan into his mouth as he slips his tongue in, each stroke spiraling you into causing lust to pool between your soft thighs. As he trails his hand down your back, cupping your ass, the need to have him filling you intensifies.

“Ky…I need you, please…” you whimper breaking the kiss to cup his cheeks.

“Patience, princesse. I want to take my time with you,” he says huskily, wrapping his other hand around your throat, gently squeezing causing you to moan as desire pools in your panties. Looking into your eyes, his smoldering gaze giving you goosebumps, he leans in and gently bites your bottom lip, his tongue immediately soothing it.

Suddenly, he lifts you bridal style bringing you upstairs to your bedroom, as you yelp his name grabbing onto his neck. Pushing the door to your bedroom open, Kylian gently lays you down on the soft duvet placing a soft kiss on your forehead making your heart clench at his gentleness.

“Je t’aime, mon ange,” he says voice filled with emotions. “Moi aussi, je t’aime fort Ky.”

Kylian has a particular look in his eyes that both makes you feel like you would either combust from the sheer amount of love you have for him or melt into a pool of molten lava of lust. As he takes his blazer off, you slowly kneel between his legs, his warm hands trailing the length of your legs, lifting your silky red dress.

“Putain, bébé. Tu sais pas à quelle point, cette robe m’a rendu fou ce soir.” ("Damn, baby. You don't know how much that dress drove me crazy tonight.")

The deep vibration of his voice awakens a dangerous inferno of desire that only he can extinguish with his touch. “Kylian…” his name slips from your lips, a most beautiful melody that he will cherish for eternity. The young footballer feels like he is going insane looking down at the beautiful goddess who lies in their bed. His otherworldly wife.

Wife, the word alone causing a primal possessiveness to awaken in him as he feels himself harden looking down at her flushed cheeks and the rise and fall of her full breast.

“I need to taste you, bébé. Sit on my face.”

His request takes you aback, making you bite your lip as you feel a little insecure at the idea of your intimate part being so close to his face. Sensing your slight hesitation, he rubs your thighs gently. “Allez, mon ange. I’ll make you feel good, promit.”

Nodding, you slowly get up, trying to slip your dress off, but Kylian stops you, wanting you to writhe above him in that exquisite dress. God, seeing you in red makes his mind and cock go absolutely feral.

As Kylian slowly makes himself comfortable on the bed, you slowly get on top of him, your thighs on either side of his strong torso. Kylian places his hands on your ass and encourages you to move higher. Biting your lip, you inch closer to his face, your wet-covered core now right above him. You hear Kylian curse as he sees how soaked your lacy thong is, “Merde, you’re absolutely drenched bébé. Fuck, all mine.”

Swiping your panties to the side, Kylian sensually licks your wet cunt from the bottom to the top. The touch makes you arch your back in pleasure as you buck closer to his tongue. He circles your sensitive clit, featherlight, teasing as your hole flutters around nothing.

“Kylian!”

He grunts against your lips, pushing you closer to his face as he explores you. The loud, wet sounds make you grip the headboard as you swivel your hips lost in the sweet, burning sensations of his touch. Kylian eagerly dives in, his tongue seeking out every inch of your wetness. He runs his tongue along the outer lips of your vulva, tracing slow, languorous circles that make you gasp in pleasure. You feel the slickness of his saliva mixing with your own juices, creating a heady scent that fills the air.

“Ky…I’m so close…”

Your breathless whines make him buck his hips as he feels precum slowly leaking from his hardened cock. Digging his fingers into your ass, Kylian takes your bud in his mouth as he sucks on it hard. The sensation sends electric jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, causing you to arch your back and moan his name.

As he continues to work your clit with a featherlight touch, Kylian's fingers join in on the fun. One hand spreads your folds apart, exposing your pink, glistening flesh to his hungry gaze. The other hand slips a finger inside of you, curling slightly to hit that sweet spot deep within.

“You wanna cum, bébé?” his voice is sending vibrations to your swollen clit as he keeps swirling his tongue around it in tight, fast circles and keeps up a steady speed with his finger. Your mind is a jumbled mess as you feel tears at the corner of your eyes. You can feel yourself reaching your peak, and all you can focus on is grinding your pussy into Kylian’s face as you chase your release.

You are pretty sure you are suffocating him, but you can't stop; it's too good. Your inner walls are constantly clenching around his digit as he continues to lap at your clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body.

You feel a sting on your ass that jolts you slightly. If there is something Kylian loves most in bed, it's you begging him to let you cum. “Please, Ky… Make me cum…”

Increasing the movement of his tongue, as he licks circles and flicks your clit left and right, Kylian brings you closer and closer to your peak, the wet sounds of his tongue and fingers filling the room. You grip the headboard tightly, your hips bucking uncontrollably against his face as he holds you down and makes you take everything he gives you. 

“Ky…Fuck…I’m gonna cum! Kylian!”

As he bites your clit, you feel the tight string in your body snap, as you tumble over the precipice, with a scream of his name. You flail helplessly like a puppet under someone else’s strings in his hold as he continues his assault on your sensitive clit, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Overstimulated, you gently push his head, and with one last lick, Kylian gently lifts you off his face and lays you down beside him. Panting and basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, you can't help but feel grateful for his skilled touch and his unwavering focus on your pleasure. Your body is still humming with the sensations of his tongue and fingers, and you feel completely spent in the best possible way.

“Ça va, mon coeur?” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his arm draped protectively over your body, you can see the affection in his eyes. “Mon dieu, Ky. Je pense que tu m’as tué,” you say, your body still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.  ("My god, Ky. I think you've killed me,")

Chuckling, he pulls you close to his chest. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, mon amour," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you softly. You smile at him, a lazy grin spreading across your face as you return his kiss. 

For a moment, you simply lay there together, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies and the intimacy of the moment. Kylian's fingers trace lazy patterns along your skin, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine, and you sigh contentedly.

[impossiblyholyparadise]

Suite de notre soirée dans l’anse de Paulliles...

Avec Bob, nous avons prestement rejoint les filles déjà installées comme chez elles sur la mini piste de danse du club voisin, et visiblement déjà attirant tous les regards et attentions.

Je ne dansais pas souvent, préférant regarder (un parfum de Candaulisme dans mon attitude(?) et aimait réellement voir Ana surtout lorsqu’elle pouvait trouver un beau et bon danseur avec qui la magie du rythme pouvait opérer...J’aimais les admirer. Je n’étais vraiment pas bon danseur et ne voulait pas priver Ana de ses plaisirs, de son plaisir...Elle aimait danser jusqu’au bout de la nuit dès qu’elle le pouvait...Moi, j’étais heureux, un verre à la main, à les regarder et admirer...Aucune jalousie...Que du bonheur...Oui, il m’apparaissait alors un indéniable parallélisme de forme entre le Candaulisme et la danse...

Laisser sa partenaire choisir son cavalier... ;  

La laisser être dirigée... ;

La laisser s’endiabler, aller au bout de son souffle, faire corps avec son partenaire, être enlacée, serrée par lui, être touchée, ...Bref oui beaucoup de similitudes me semblait-il en cet instant même.

Ana virevoltait et captait déjà tous les regards, assurément les envies ...

Pour l’instant elle dansait tout à tour quelques salsa et autre Mango endiablés de manière lascive avec tour à tour Clara et Laura, puis la soirée avançant et l’espace autour d’elles se resserrant, à trois...

Bob m’accompagna au début en partageant un verre au bar mais je me retrouvais seul rapidement car une de ses connaissances féminines de la plage et du jour l’avait invité à faire quelques pas sur un rythme et une musique tube de l’été...

Moi je me régalais réellement de voir Ana et nos nouvelles amies chalouper et onduler de leurs corps sublimes...

Je n’étais pas le seul d’ailleurs...

De nombreux aficionados s’aventuraient au plus près d’elles...

J’apercevais parfois, ce qui me faisait rire et même m’enchantait, quelques mains baladeuses taquinant les trois belles qui s’étaient maintenant tellement rapprochées qu’on aurait pu croire qu’elles ne faisaient qu’une...

Néanmoins à un moment, un des garçons présents près des filles, réussit à agripper Ana et à l’extraire du cocon des bras de Clara et de Laura qui continuèrent à danser tout en s’enlaçant tendrement et sensuellement...

Elles osèrent même un baiser intense qui loin de calmer les ardeurs des garçons dansant près d’elles, les virent littéralement être phagocytées par cinq ou six danseurs qui les encerclaient...

Elles furent ainsi acculées contre un mur et un peu isolées par le noir du bord de piste contrastant avec l’intensité des lumières festives éclairant le centre...

Ana dansait maintenant un peu à l’écart et sur la piste avec son cavalier, élégant et visiblement doué pour la danse...

Ils étaient réellement beaux...

Je souriais dès que je pouvais à Ana et elle me rendait ce sourire...

Manifestement elle prenait plaisir à danser avec ce jeune homme et à m’offrir, elle savait que j’appréciais, le spectacle de leurs corps enlacés et énivrés de musique.

A un moment, elle vint près de moi pour se rafraîchir et me présenter à son danseur du soir : « Daniel..., mon compagnon, mon chéri. Laurent, mon...mon partenaire de danse...Il danse super, tu as vu...Allez, on y retourne Laurent...Viens c’est un slow...Daniel nous rejoindra s’il veut... ».

Elle me donna un baiser appuyé dont je reconnaissais la saveur et surtout et aussi ce qu’il pouvait exprimer... : Laurent lui plaisait et elle ne comptait pas en rester à la danse...

On avait déjà vécu ce genre de trio sur un slow dans une boite libertine de notre région ...Je ne vous dis pas comment tout cela s’était terminé...

Bob ne revenant pas, au bout de quelques instants, je n’hésitais pas à les rejoindre sur la piste.

Ana avait manifestement déjà pris les choses en main comme elle savait si bien le faire et se frottait contre le sexe sûrement déjà tendu du jeune homme...

Pour être sûre de sa prise, elle tenait même fermement de ses deux mains ses fesses rebondies...

Ana savait toujours quand il fallait « ferrer » sa proie et prendre ce qu’elle devait prendre...

A mon approche, quasi à la toucher par derrière, je la vis se pencher à l’oreille du garçon malgré tout tendu (et pas que de son sexe...) pour, j’en étais certain, le rassurer et lui dire que je n’étais aucunement jaloux, bien au contraire...

Le garçon devait être incrédule, aussi Ana lui roula-t-elle une pelle majestueuse et impossible à en comprendre le sens profond pour celui qui en était l'objet...Tout avait et prenait sens avec Ana...

Pour ma part, voir Ana aussi lancée et échauffée, fort de ce que l’on s’était dit sur nos vacances et maintenant de notre philosophie de vie et carrément de la liberté de notre vie sexuelle, je levais discrètement sa robe et vint insérer mon mât tendu à l’extrême par la situation dans son sillon fessier et me laissé guider au rythme suave et entrainante de la musique et des mouvements de son cul diabolique...

Ayant remarqué en m’approchant d’Ana que les copines de Bob avaient elles aussi été prises en main par quatre ou cinq jeunes et entreprenants partenaires, je poussais délibérément Ana et Laurent, son danseur du soir, par des coups saccadés de mon sexe impatient de conquête, vers les corps déjà entremêlés de nos voisins et voisines...

Les filles se retrouvèrent comme par enchantement au centre de nous les hommes et le rideau humain que l’on pouvait constituer faisait parfaitement obstacle à la vue des autres danseurs présents dans la boite qui de toute façon étaient manifestement eux aussi affairés et pris dans des tourments et autres ballets érotico-sexuels...

J’appris et ait eu confirmation par Bob le lendemain qu’en fait cette petite boite de nuit était devenue au fil des soirées de cet été là, un des lieux libertins, si ce n’est le lieu libertin le plus côtés de la Côte Vermeille...

Pas franchement étonnant au vu de comment évoluait la soirée, même si totalement insolite devant l’absence d’endroits habituels et dédiés à certaines pratiques des clubs libertins, ou même à quelconque information, allusion par des néons, des enseignes, des recommandations, des vestiaires, du personnel, des préservatifs, des douches ...

Oui, un club sauvage, totalement débridé, libre et libéré...

Un peu étrange et peut-être même risqué pour qui aurait pu s’y aventurer par mégarde mais sa petitesse en avait fait un de ses atouts et seuls les connaisseurs et habitués y venaient, limitant ainsi du coup les problèmes qu’il y aurait pu avoir...

Au centre de toutes les attentions, les filles flattées, caressées et pelotées de toutes parts avec leur acquiescement et consentement, manifestant surtout leurs envies, se mirent à genoux en tripode et commencèrent de leurs mains habiles à sortir les sexes impatients et brûlants de tous ceux qui les entouraient...

Je vis qu’Ana s’était même retrouvée totalement nue tandis que Clara et Laura n’avaient plus de haut...

C’est ainsi sept belles et magnifiques queues bandantes et entreprenantes que nos trois belle eurent à honorer, nous faisant tourner tout autour d’elles, de leurs bouches avides et de leurs mains expertes...

Une nouvelle fois Ana fut la première à se redresser et à se positionner contre le mur lors de ma visite dans sa bouche : « A toi l’honneur mon Amour d’ouvrir le feu.. Je t’aime... ! »

Elle m’indiquait ainsi, de même qu’aux autres que c’était maintenant en levrette qu’elle voulait qu’on la prenne...

Ses amies l’imitèrent partageant entre elles trois, des baisers aussi savants et puissants que passionnés, pendant que chacun des mâles les saillissait tour à tour ou leur faisait minette à volonté ...

Le jeu dura un certain temps et même Bob et sa dernière amie vinrent se joindre à la ronde...

Toutes et tous exténués, nous nous réfugièrent à l’aube naissante dans la cahute de la SNSM que Bob nous avait ouverte.

Nous nous sommes ainsi littéralement entassés pêlemêle, là où raisonnablement il n’y avait réellement de la place que pour deux, et jusqu’au petit matin les corps avachis se sont abandonnés dans une anarchique et irréelle orgie des sens et des corps...

Je m’étais pour ma part inséré au plus près et au plus profond du cul d’Ana qu’elle savait encore et si adroitement faire vibrer qu’elle m’en autorisait ainsi à bander dur jusqu'au bout de la nuit...

La nouvelle amie du jour de Bob aux courbes épanouies, généreuses et sensuelles, s'était invitée parmi nous et n'était pas en reste.

Un tempérament de feu dans une enceinte constituée de braises...

Je me souviens qu'elle me saisit la tête pour l'engloutir entre ses seins démesurés et m'inciter à en durcir les pointes contrastant tant avec les chairs moelleuse et opulentes de ses courbes...

Chacune de ses aréoles ressemblait à un clitoris brûlant et impatient de l'assaut de mes lèvres...

Je me souviens également que Clara et Laura vinrent nous offrir leurs sexes emplit de liqueurs spermatiques des jouissances qu’elles avaient connues tout au long de la nuit.

Nous avions réellement, stupidement et bêtement joué avec nos vies cette nuit-là dans l’insouciance de notre jeunesse et d’une épidémie de Sida qui pointait déjà le glaive de ses ardeurs mortifères et dévastatrices.

Inconscience et peut-être même et sûrement, honte à nous !

Heureusement il ne fut rien de dommageable pour notre santé et bien des années plus tard, tout à la fois bien conscient du bonheur que l’on ait eut de pouvoir vivre cette liberté sexuelle totale et débridée, nous sommes si heureux d’avoir été épargnés par tous ces fléaux qui malheureusement minent et restreignent parfois les audaces aventurières et libertines que nous permettait l’époque...

Non pas qu’il y ait moins de désirs ou de plaisirs de nos jours, on en parle assez fréquemment avec Ana dans nos échanges de mails et au travers des récits de ses aventures de Hot-Wife, mais bien que le registre des possibilités se soit vu avec bon sens et légitimité hors couple réduit.

Ainsi goûter au délire assez fou j’en conviens du partage de toutes les ardeurs et saveurs tout autant féminines que masculines d’une telle soirée orgiaque n’est plus aujourd’hui envisageable et surtout pas souhaitable...

Ce n’était d’ailleurs pas forcément bon, ni même un kiff personnel pour tout dire, mais d’une telle intensité érotique, un tel partage, une telle offrande que cela en constituait une expérience insolite et même vertigineuse.

Je me souviens encore aujourd’hui des lèvres épanouies, ouvertes, chaudes et maculées de saveurs de nos complices, ...

J’ai aussi partagé cette nuit là quelques fellations torrides pourtant si loin de mes pratiques avec Ana et d’autres, filles ou garçons, dans des délires érotiques sans fin qui nous avaient emportées au confins des possibles en matière de sexualité...

C’est aussi cette nuit-là que j’ai pu ressentir ce que pouvais être le dépucelage et ensuite la jouissance je dois l’avouer de mon propre cul...

Hétéro, bi, homo,... plus rien n’était ou ne pouvait être interdit à personne et nous n’étions tous que frénésie et envie sexuelles...

Plus tard, je recommencerais certaines de ces pratiques, il fallait peut- être que je les reçoive et vive de cette manière pour ensuite pouvoir les apprécier, particulièrement avec Ana...

Ainsi, oui, je dois l’avouer, cette soirée m’a totalement désinhibé pour le reste de mes jours et Ana ensuite a toujours su me mettre dans le contexte où je ne pouvais pas, comme souvent ou toujours, lui refuser ce qu’elle souhaitait de moi ou moi-même, être en pleine conscience et capacité d’accepter, de réaliser ou de vivre certaines pratiques que j’aurais de prime abord et par dogmatisme ou peur, refusé.

Plus tard avec Ana j’ai pu ainsi beaucoup apprécier de temps à autres de partager et de sucer une belle bite ;

de me faire prendre par un doigt, un godemichet ou même un gode-ceinture ( je voulais réellement savoir et discuter avec elle et son amie qui me prenaient tout à tour, ce qu’elles ressentaient et ce que cela transformait, transportait comme sentiments, émotions, ressentis physiques et autres ressorts psychologiques chez elles...J’en appris beaucoup sur les femmes et leurs désirs de masculinité assez souvent subconscient mais aussi souvent bien présent...) ;

et même de tenter un jour l’aventure cent pour cent homosexuelle avec deux jeunes amis gays très drôles et ouverts à tout qui m’avaient invité à découvrir l’incroyable ambiance et l'atmosphère de la gay-pride et d’une croisière organisée en mer des Caraïbes...

Oui, tout cela était « né » de cette incroyable soirée passée dans la cahute de Bob et de la SNSM...

Bob en début de matinée, alors qu’il devait ouvrir et tenir son poste, nous réveilla...

Les autres étaient discrètement partis au fur et à mesure de leurs réveils respectifs.

Bob nous salua et nous pria de repasser quand on voulait...

« Tu suce bien pour un mec ! » m'avoua-t-il dans un rire sonore et son bisou à pleines lèvres et à la Russe lors de notre départ me font dire et écrire que ce fut bien la soirée la plus déjantée et incroyable de toute ma vie que je venais de passer en cet endroit si charmeur et idyllique...

Je repensais au fait que Bob était bisexuel et qu'effectivement il ait pu me proposer sans ambages son sexe...

Pour moi, je n' avais aucun souvenir factuel, même si je savais que j'avais accompagné Ana avec plaisir et gourmandises dans quelques fellations dont elle avait le secret et l'expertise tout en devant admettre l'idée que ce fût Bob ou un autre...

Qu'elle importance dans cette soirée hors-norme?

Bob resterai à jamais mon ami.

Je retournerai à Paulilles un jour...

Je reverrai Bob avec plaisir.

Maintenant, cap sur l’Espagne...Nous n’étions pas, Ana et moi, au bout de nos aventures...

Pas même au bout de nos congés et moi surtout pas au bout d'une sexualité torride riche et sans beaucoup de limite que je le savais et le sais encore plus aujourd'hui me dirigeait inexorablement vers le Candaulisme de part son amour du sexe, du jeu, de l'intellect, de l'audace, de la philosophie de la vie, de l'Amour, de la tolérance, de tous ses attraits et de toutes ses beautés à découvrir et partager...

Bref que des belles et magnifiques perspectives et bonheurs de ma future vie...!

[fiction-podcast-lover]

Since I used to hyperfixate on the french musical "1789 les amants de la bastille" and now am hyperfixating on Les Misérable and they have similar themes i thought i could assign a Les mis song to each Les amants de la Bastille song (expect for "sur ma peau" and "je veux le monde" nothing got the vibe or them for them) based on similar vibes and/or themes

Le cri de ma naissance - Drink with me

Je mise tous - Beggars at the feast

Au Palais Royal/Les protituées - Lovely ladies AND Paris/Look down

La nuit m'appelle - i dreamed a dream

Tomber dans ses yeux - In my life

Maniaque - Stars

La sentence - on my own

Hey ha - ABC café/red and black

La guerre pour se plaire/Le dauphin - A heart full of love

La rue nous appartient - The barriquade

A quoi tu danse ? - ABC Café/red and black (again)

Je suis un dieu/Le cauchemar - maitre thenardier

Ca ira mon amour - Do you hear the people sing

Nous ne somme - The final battle

Je vous rend mon âme - a little bit of rain

La prise de la bastille - The second attack

Fix/ les droits de l'homme - Turning

Pour la peine - Empty chairs at empty tables

Pour un nouveau monde - Little people

Fille et femmes à la fois - At the end of the day

Allez viens (c'est bientôt la fin) - epilogue

[eventinelysplayground]

Speechless

This is part 2 of Birthday Surprise. I had originally wanted to finish it for the same event, wish upon an aide, that was hosted by @lorei-writes and @wordycheeseblob but I obviously did not. As a funny tidbit at one point in writing this I either mistyped or it was autocorrected from creaking to freaking and I saw that today and went well that's not entirely wrong and had a good laugh at it. There is some french (I try for Parisian french but I'm Canadian and they are a bit different) but not a lot. Lumière has waited days and now it's finally time for Mitsuki to give Leonardo his surprise gift. Pure fluff WC approx 1268. Also tagging @goddesswitchmother as they specifically asked for a part two.

The soft sound of a clock ticking filled the uneasy silence. Lumière had been staring at it from his position under the bed for thirty-six minutes exactly now.

Allez, bon sang! Le temps passe trop lentement.

There was less than ten minutes left until midnight but it was still too much. Above him he could hear Mitsuki shifting anxiously on the bed.

You did well compagna, I honestly didn't believe you would be able to make it. He does know something is up though.

Lumière thought back to the day before, he had been sleeping peacefully in a sunbeam on the freshly cleared off desk when he was suddenly picked up under his front legs.

Que diable? Put me down right now!

Leonardo was looking intently into Lumière’s eyes studying him.

‘Do you know what she's hiding?’

Oh you've figured that out, have you.

‘Don't give me that snarky look. You know don't you?’

Maybe

‘Lumière…’

Why do I always get the feeling you understand me better than you let on…

The two stared at each other for a moment before Lumière let out what sounded like a huff.

I'm not telling you anything.

Leonardo chuckled as he sat Lumière down on the desk.

‘Fine don't tell me, I can wait.'

Since when?

Lumière shook his head when he heard the bedroom door open and shut followed by Leonardo’s familiar footsteps.

Finally, I've been waiting days for this.

Lumière’s tail swished from side to side in giddy anticipation as he took another glance at the clock.

“Leonardo.”

“Scusa Cara Mia, didn't mean to wake you.”

“It's fine, I've actually been up for a little while now.”

“Oh really?”

Lumière didn't miss the husky lilt to Leonardo's voice and he rolled his eyes. Just as Leonardo had reached the bed the clock hands met at twelve.

Yes! Remember Compagna, just do what we practiced, don't let him distract you.

“Happy Birthday Leonardo!”

“Grazie.”

The distinct sound of kisses being exchanged followed along with the bed creaking slightly. The sounds grew louder and farther between allowing for soft sighs and moans to join their chorus.

No, no distractions now Compagna!

“Mmm Leonardo….wait…I have…a gift for you.”

As if she could hear Lumières thoughts Mitsukis words came out between passionate kisses.

“It can wait until later.”

No! I've been waiting too long already!

“No…I've been…waiting for days… to give this to you!”

The noises stopped, Leonardo's curiosity obviously peaked. Mitsuki got off the bed and walked over to the desk, opening a drawer. Leonardo sat patiently on the edge of the bed, his legs landing in front of Lumière.

Hey, I'm trying to watch.

Lumière grumbled to himself and scooted to the side head half sticking out so he could watch everything unfold.

Steady Compagna, deep breaths.

Lumière watched as Mitsuki withdrew a small flat item covered with a cloth, his tail swishing wildly. He could see the faint trembling of her fingers as she delicately clutched the item to her chest. She took a deep breath then turned towards Leonardo with a soft smile.

“I hope you like it.”

Lumière tilted his head to look at Leonardo and saw him smiling. Mitsuki walked over to the bed and came to a stop in front of them.

“I wanted to get you something nobody else ever has.”

“Pretty bold of you cara mia, I've lived a long time and had a lot of birthdays.”

“I know, truthfully I was ready to give up on the idea before this just fell into my lap.”

Lumière couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

More like he fell into your lap but…

Mitsuki handed the small item to Leonardo and he bagan removing the cloth covering it.

“A painting?”

“Yes, I asked Vincent for it a few days ago. It's only a part of the present though, you'll have to wait a while longer for the rest of it.”

“What do you….”

Leonardo's words stalled as he removed the last of the cloth from the painting. Lumière saw his eyes go wide, his grip on the sides of the painting loosening slightly and it was silent for a few minutes but felt like forever.

He's speechless! I've never seen this before, oh this was worth the wait!

Lumières tail swished in delight as he took in the sight of the unflappable Leonardo now completely flustered and at a loss.

“Are you happy Leonardo?”

Compagna?

Lumière turned his attention to Mitsuki, drawn by the slight panic in her voice. He noticed she was no longer smiling, her hands clasped tightly together.

“Leonardo?”

Lumière’s head furiously looked between the two of them, Leonardo looked like he had been hit by a carriage and Mitsuki’s face was beginning to pale.

“Leonardo?”

Mon dieu, answer her!

Taking matters into his own paws, Lumière bit Leonardo's ankle hard hoping it would be enough to snap him out of it. Leonardo flinched slightly as he came back to his senses.

“I always knew Vincent was talented but this…this has to be one of his best.”

Lumière could see Mitsuki starting to relax and he let out a small sigh.

“Then you aren't upset?”

“Why would you think that?”

Oh I don't know, maybe because you just sat there in silence!

“You weren't saying anything, it wasn't the reaction I was expecting.”

Lumière let out a huff as he watched Leonardo reach out a hand to Mitsuki, she took it hesitantly and he pulled her to him.

“I wasn't expecting this. Never expected to get married or have a familia of my own, not until you came along.”

Lumière saw Leonardo twine his fingers with Mitsukis and place a kiss upon them.

“You were like a storm, you came in and completely overwhelmed me.”

“Leonardo.”

“I'm not complaining though cara mia, in fact I've never been happier. Though I am a bit disappointed Vincent found out before me.”

“I'm really sorry about that but I wanted you to have something physical while we wait.”

Mitsuki pouted and looked like she was about to cry.

How have you not learned by now? You're playing right into his hands.

“It's alright I'm sure you can make it up to me.”

“Of course, I'll do anything I can to make it up to you so just let me Whoa!”

Leonardo had laid the painting on the bed and tugged Mitsuki into his lap making Lumière shake his head.

I warned you.

“You said anything cara mia. I hope you got enough rest earlier because you aren't going to get any more tonight.”

At least move the painting somewhere safer first.

“Mmm Leonardo…wait.”

“You have more surprises?”

“No but…mmm… the painting.”

Leonardo reached over and picked up the painting stretching with one long arm to place it standing on his bookshelf while the other held Mitsuki to him.

“Better?”

“Much, thank you.”

As Leonardo and Mitsuki resumed their kisses Lumière took a quick glance at the painting. It depicted Leonardo from the waist up holding a tiny infant in his arms. The painting may have been small in size but it was big in emotion.

You said Compagna was like a storm and that's very true, but it was also very needed. Probably best it took you off guard too. I hope you have enough time to prepare for this one, I have a feeling it's going to be more intense.

As the noise around him shifted to something more intimate Lumière went to hide under the desk when he suddenly stopped and looked over his shoulder.

And for God's sake name it before it's old enough to walk!

[selidren]

Eté 1926 - Champs-les-Sims

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J'ai pensé que ce serait dur les premiers jours. J'ai été naïve : ça a été très déstabilisant. Au lendemain, j'étais comme hors de mon corps, cela m'a un peu rappelé la façon dont Tante Rose endort ses patients (elle est chirurgien et elle adore parler de son métier). J'étais hors de moi, mais consciente, comme si j'étais une autre personne, et que ce problème n'était pas vraiment le mien. Comme si c'était arrivé à quelqu'un d'autre et que j'étais désolée pour lui. Cet état étrange a duré un bon moment. Oncle Adelphe a été très inquiet, mais il m'a dit que c'était le choc, que certains gars revenus de la guerre avaient un peu le même regard, et que ça finissait toujours par passer. Puis, il s'est passé une chose vraiment étrange.

Un jour où nous étions lui et moi dans le bureau à faire la comptabilité, quelques jours avant le mariage d'Anne, j'ai réalise quelque chose de grave. Et je l'ai réalisé à voix haute. Once Adelphe en a fait tomber les registres de l'étagère sous le saisissement. Puis je suis allée voir ma Grand-Mère, car il n'y avait qu'elle qui pouvait régler ce nouveau problème.

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Arsinoé « Grand-Mère ? Je peux vous parler un instant ? »

Eugénie « Cela peut-il attendre, jeune fille ? Le livre de ta sœur est passionnant et j’aimerais au moins conclure ce chapitre. »

Arsinoé « C’est que… c’est vraiment urgent. »

Eugénie « Une urgence d’une nature précise ? »

Arsinoé « On peut dire ça. Je pense que je n’exagère pas en disant qu’il s’agit de l’avenir de la famille. »

Eugénie « Bon, fort bien ma petite. Qu’est-ce qui peut être si grave ? Tu n’as pas l’air si heurtée que cela. »

Arsinoé « Je ne sais pas vraiment pourquoi Grand-Mère, mais depuis ce matin, je me sens comme loin de mon corps. C’est toujours grave, mais c’est comme si je le ressentais moins. »

Eugénie « C’est étrange ce que tu me décris là ! Enfin bon, tu n’es pas la fille de ton père pour rien. Allons ne soit pas timide, qu’est-ce qui te préoccupe ? »

Arsinoé « C’est que… je ne sais pas comment le dire ! Vous allez vous fâcher ! »

Eugénie « Seigneur, puisque tu viens me voir c’est que tu le sais n’est-ce pas ? Et tu es venue quand même, je devine donc que c’est aussi grave que capital. Allez, crache-donc le morceau. »

Arsinoé « Il y a… ce garçon. »

Eugénie « Tu fréquentes un garçon. Je n’étais pas au courant, c’est déjà très agaçant pour moi. »

Arsinoé « Vous n’auriez pas approuvé Grand-Mère. C’était un garçon du commun, comme vous dites. »

Eugénie « Et bien voyons… Quelle malédiction pèse donc sur ma descendance pour que nous soyons tous des sots à même de se marier avec le premier laborieux venu ou la première souillon dont on croise le regard ? Je note cependant que tu utilises le passé. Tu ne le vois plus ? »

Arsinoé « Non Grand-Mère. Je ne veux plus le voir, et Oncle Adelphe y veille. »

Eugénie « Dieu merci ! Ce garçon est de loin le membre de cette famille qui a toujours le mieux veillé à nos intérêts. Et qui a fait le plus raisonnable des mariages ! »

Arsinoé « Il a épouse sa cousine ! »

Eugénie « Oui, c’est bien ce que je dis. »

Eugénie « Peu importe. Si tu ne vois plus ce garçon, le problème est réglé n’est-ce pas ? »

Arsinoé « Pas vraiment Grand-Mère. Il va épouser Cousine Anne. »

Eugénie « Adelphe est bien trop laxiste avec ses enfants, mais il ne s’agit pas de tes affaires si tu ne veux plus de lui. Alors dis moi une bonne fois pour toutes, où est le problème ? »

Arsinoé « ... »

[release-the-sheep]

well fuck

[perduedansmatete]

ça te teriffie carrément c est vraiment pas le but mais du tout . mon message ne contient rien d agressif ou de malsaint juste que tu correspond à la fille que j aimerais rencontré un jour . ça ne se répétera plus désolée je ne voulais pas faire du mal je le jure .

c'est une façon de parler même si c'est quand même oppressant de recevoir des messages de temps en temps de la même personne sans savoir de qui ils viennent, mais allez faisons de la psychologie, pourquoi tu envoies tant de messages anonymes à des femmes que tu ne connais pas et qui surtout n'ont aucune connaissance de ton identité pour leur faire ce genre de remarques même si elles partent d'une bonne intention ? pourquoi dire que je corresponds à la fille que tu aimerais rencontrer un jour alors qu'on ne se connait pas et que même en me lisant tu ne sais rien de moi ? honnêtement j'aimerais comprendre le cheminement de pensée car là je sèche et je sais que beaucoup de messages anonymes auxquels je n'ai pas répondu proviennent de toi car je reconnais ta manière d'écrire

[oscpaistry]

new positions with kylian? Like trying something new? (Smut imagine)

Yall are obsessed with my Kylian writing at this point🤭💗

Kylian, Achraf, Neymar, Marquinhos, Ramos, Verratti and you were all at dinner celebrating their win against Toulouse. You were sitting next to your handsome boyfriend, Kylian. He was talking to his friends while putting a hand on your knee. Your mind was racing off at the thought of what he would do to you after dinner. But something switched in your brain. You wanted to try something new. Yes, sex with him was amazing but you wanted to try a new position.

"Chérie, tu vas bien ? Vous êtes zoné. Qu'est-ce qui préoccupe votre esprit?" he asked you while he leaned his head into your neck. (Honey, are you okay? You are zoned. What's on your mind?)

"Je veux essayer quelque chose de nouveau Kylian." You said in a hurry. Anxious at his response. (I want to try something new Kylian.)

He leans back and he had a confused look on his face.

"Que veux-tu dire par là mon amour ? Vous n'aimez pas la nourriture ici?" He said while sipping on his drink. (What do you mean by that my love? Don't like the food here?)

"J'aime la nourriture ici! Je veux dire, je veux essayer quelque chose de nouveau au lit. Ce soir en fait." you said while smiling at him. (I love the food here! I mean, I want to try something new in bed. Tonight actually.)

He looked surprised. But then a smiled appeared on his face. He started to talk to the others once again and putting a hand on your bare thigh.

You wore a beautiful silky red dress. Kylian liked the colour red on you. And you knew he would be turned on when you wore red.

After a few minutes you noticed that Kylian got more touchy and sweet-talking you. When he did this, it meant he wanted you. Only you. Just you.

He looked at me and mouthed "mon amour pouvons-nous s'il vous plaît allez vous m'excitez." (My love can we please go you are turning me on.)

You leaned into him and whispered "Chérie, tu peux attendre. Eh bien, restez ici environ 10 minutes de plus et ensuite nous pourrons rentrer à la maison!" into his ear. He groaned quietly. (Honey, you can wait. Well, stay here about 10 more minutes and then we can go home!)

-not even 5minutes later-

"Bébé, si nous devons rester ici une minute de plus, ils verront mon renflement." He said with a hard looking face. (Baby, if we have to stay here a minute longer, they'll see my bulge.)

You and Kylian get up from the table and say your goodbyes.

"Cette fille va passer le meilleur moment de sa vie ce soir!" You hear Neymar shout from behind. (This girl is going to have the best time of her life tonight!)

Then you hear Romas moan in a funny way. "Oh oui Kylian plus vite ! Plus rapide! ah Kylian!!" Everybody laughs with him and Kylian turns around and flips everybody off. (Oh yes Kylian faster! Faster! oh Kylian!!)

While in the car Kylian put a hand on your thigh. You already had a position in mind. Kylian would like it. You already know it.

Finally we arrived home. Both of you couldnt wait so you two already had a little make out session in the car.

You were on Kylian his lap kissing him. Your tongues finding the perfect rithem. Both of you were letting out a few moans and groans.

"Lets get inside love. I cant wait what your new position idea is." He said while being out of breath.

You open the car door and get off his lap. He also gets out and shuts the door.

"Oh Kylian you'll love it. I just know it." You said while winking at him and going inside.

He closes the door and both of you take off your shoes. Moments later you feel Kylian's hands on your hips.

He picks you up and goes to your room. He puts you on the bed.

"Alors mon amour, quelle est ton idée?" He asked while bitting his botton lip. (So love, what is your idea?)

"je veux que tu me doigtes..." You replied. Before you knew it Kylian pulled off your panties. (I want you to finger me...)

"Mais devant le miroir, Kylian." He stops and smiles at you. (But infront of the mirror, Kylian.)

"Mh tu aimerais ça hein ? Ma petite salope aime voir mes doigts en elle." He gritted through his teeth. He picked you up and sat you infront of the mirror. (Mh you would love that huh? My little slut like to see my fingers into her.)

He sat behind you and snaked his fingers down your body, down to your slick core. His lips on your neck. Sucking on your neck leaving little marks. You moan and he spreads your wetness over your core. But avoiding your clit.

"S'il vous plaît Kylian." You whined and jutting your hips. You throw your head back. (Please Kylian.)

He grabbed your face and said "Regarde mes doigts de salope. Quoi s'il vous plait?" Then he stuck two fingers into you and you moan his name. Your head rested on his shoulder. (Look at my fingers you slut. Please what?)

As his fingers were pumping in and out of you. "Oui, allez, tu peux prendre ça. Je sais que tu peux ma petite pute." He whispered into your ear. (Yes, come on, you can take that. I know you can my little whore.)

"S'il te plait Kylian, plus vite" you moaned and looked into the mirror. Meeting his eyes. He listened to your ask and he went faster. (Please Kylian, faster)

You felt that familiar knot in your stomach. You started to clench around his fingers. Letting him know that you were close. As he got the hint, his other hand went down to your clit. Rubbing soft circles, still pumping in and out of you.

You threw your head back, eyes fluttering, your walls clenching around his fingers and moaning his name like a prayer.

"Allez, mon amour. Laisser aller. Tu peux jouir partout sur mes doigts." He said while rubbing faster on your clit and slowly pumping in and out of you. (Come on, love. Let it go. You can cum all over my fingers.)

Just at that, you let go. As your climax washes over you, you relax on Kylian's chest.

"Tu vas bien, mon amour ?" He asked while picking you up and laying you on the bed. He went to get a towel and went to clean you up. (Are you okay, love?)

He went to lay next to you and kissed you all over your face. He praised you until you fell asleep.

Im back!! Sorry for not posting! Exams are coming up.

Tiktok: @.vandijks

[thankyouforthememoriesworld]

The Article Anon was talking about.

Plus vue en France depuis mai dernier, Gabby Williams (1,80 m, 27 ans) vient d'effectuer un retour tonitruant sur les parquets après trois mois sur le flanc (fracture de fatigue au pied) : flamboyante dimanche dernier contre Basket Landes (27 points, 4 rebonds, 5 passes), puis décisive lors de la première victoire de l'Asvel en Euroligue face à Lublin mercredi (73-72). Avant d'affronter Villeneuve-d'Ascq, leader invaincu du Championnat (7 victoires), l'ailière internationale, plus vue en équipe de France depuis un an (forfait pour l'Eurobasket), a confié à L'Équipe sa volonté - et la nécessité - de monter en puissance. Tant en club que chez les Bleues - désormais affranchies de l'affaire Johannès - afin de viser haut aux JO de Paris.

« Après trois mois sans jouer, votre retour a coïncidé avec deux victoires importantes pour l'Asvel. La saison est enfin lancée ?

J'étais un peu surprise que ça se passe aussi bien. Pendant mon absence, j'avais fait en sorte de travailler pour être tout de suite prête à rejouer. Je le devais à mes coéquipières. Je pense que je ne me suis jamais sentie autant en forme.

C'est plutôt une bonne nouvelle pour votre club, qui jusque-là a souffert des absences et pourrait le payer dans ses objectifs ?

Cette équipe est plus forte que l'année dernière. Elle est capable d'assumer ses ambitions et toutes les filles sont obnubilées par la victoire et mettent les ego de côté. On sait qu'il va nous falloir être quasi parfaites chaque soir. À moi de continuer à montrer la voie et de transmettre à la fois le goût de la victoire et la haine de la défaite. Quelque chose de très américain peut-être, ou en tout cas pas assez cultivé en France.

Un état d'esprit que vous allez, sauf surprise, ramener en équipe de France en février prochain ?

C'est au programme, oui ! J'ai vraiment envie de retrouver la sélection. C'est même une nécessité, il n'y aura pas d'autre rendez-vous avant la préparation des Jeux. Reprendre mes marques avec le groupe est primordial.

Les frustrations de la fin de saison dernière et de l'Eurobasket, que vous avez manqués, sont loin derrière ?

C'était tellement déprimant ! Et mentalement si dur à vivre. Il faut se rendre compte de tout ce qu'on donne en cours de saison pour pouvoir vivre ces moments de gloire. Je n'ai pas pu fêter le titre avec Lyon. Puis je me suis retrouvée toute seule pendant six semaines afin de me soigner. Quand on m'a annoncé le temps de convalescence, j'ai compté les jours jusqu'à l'Euro. Et quand j'ai compris que j'allais le manquer, j'en ai pleuré. Retrouver mes proches à Seattle (en WNBA) cet été m'a fait beaucoup de bien.

« Il faut cultiver cette envie de tout jouer et de tout gagner »

Vous reviendrez chez les Bleues avec Marine Johannès, dont l'affaire de son absence de l'Euro semble digérée ?

Il fallait que chacun assume ses choix, ses décisions. C'est du passé, oui. La suite arrive vite et on a tous le même objectif : gagner à Paris. A priori, personne ne souhaite nous voir échouer aux Jeux. Donc mettons tout ça de côté ou derrière et allons de l'avant.

Le mois dernier, sur les réseaux sociaux, vous aviez pourtant publié un message, fort, de soutien à votre coéquipière...

(Elle coupe.) C'était dans la foulée de sa défaite en finale WNBA avec New York. Aucun rapport avec les Bleues ou la Fédération. Je l'admirais avant même de la côtoyer. Quand je l'ai vue pour la première fois je me suis dit : il n'y a aucune autre fille comme elle dans le monde. Je le répète souvent, j'ai l'impression qu'on ne se rend pas assez compte de toute ce qu'elle apporte au basket français, tout comme du niveau d'exposition auquel elle est confrontée. Pour en revenir au message, j'étais simplement déçue pour elle. Ce n'est un secret pour personne que nous sommes très proches. J'ai donc vu ce que les gens ne voient pas en coulisses, l'abnégation dont elle a fait preuve pendant ces mois difficiles. Vous avez vu son émotion après le titre en Ligue féminine non ? Mais ce message, j'aurais pu l'écrire pour n'importe laquelle de mes coéquipières.

Avez-vous regardé l'Euro ? Va-t-il falloir rattraper le temps perdu en vue des Jeux ?

Je n'étais pas dans le groupe, donc je n'ai pas à juger. On s'est beaucoup focalisé sur ce qui manquait à cette équipe plutôt que ce dont elle disposait. Nous avions tout ce qu'il fallait. Pour la deuxième question, c'est en partie vrai. Personne ne veut aller à l'autre bout du monde en février (pour le TQO en Chine), on préférerait se reposer. Mais c'est indispensable car il faut cultiver cette envie de tout jouer et de tout gagner. Je veux gagner une médaille avec la France. Mais c'est trop facile pour les joueuses ou la Fédération de dire qu'on veut gagner ou qu'on vise l'or. Tout le monde voudrait l'or, non ? Il reviendra à ceux qui auront tout mis en oeuvre pour y arriver. »

thank you so much, everyone is going to be able to read it now 💛

[ascle]

La lettre P

Pacane

Noix de pécan

Pain doré

Pain perdu

Palette

-> incisive

-> extrémité aplatie d’un bâton de hockey

-> visière

-> (de chocolat) tablette

-> (de bois) même définition que chez vous

Pantoute

Pas du tout, vraiment pas. (Habituez vous a celui-ci parce que vous allez l’entendre 24/7)

Paqueté

Ivre, saoul 🥴

Paqueter

Remplir

Exemples: j’ai paqueté mon char / la salle était paquetée.

Parenté

Groupe de personnes ayant un lien de parenté, famille élargie

Parlable

A qui on peut parler facilement. Facile d’approche, ouvert à la discussion.

Partisans

Supporteurs

Patente

Objet difficile à nommer ou à décrire. Un bidule. Un objet quelconque.

Patenter

Bricoler, réparer, fabriquer quelque chose avec des moyens limités

Patenteux

Bricoleur ingénieux

Patiner

Ne pas répondre aux questions, de trouver des excuses ou faire diversion.

Peinturer

Peindre un mur. (NDLR: peindre sera utilisé presque exclusivement pour décrire l’art de peindre une toile, une fresque…)

Perler

Parler avec l’accent français.

Petit bonhomme

-> terme affectueux pour s’adresser à un garçon

-> insulte s’il s’adresse à un adulte (peu utilisé)

-> (au pluriels) dessins animés

Exemple: Écoute moi ben mon p’tit bonhomme! Si mon p’tit bonhomme a envie de regarder ses p’tits bonhommes à 6h le matin c’est pas toi qui va l’empêcher s’tu clair!

Piasse / piastre

Dollars

Pichou

Personne au physique ingrat, très laid.

Picosser

Agacer, lancer des pointes

Picosseux

Quelqu’un de désagréable, qui picosse 🤣

Piler

-Poser pied, marcher sur

Pissant

Très drôle, amusant

Pissou

Peureux, craintif, lâche

Piton

Jeton, touche, bouton

Pitoune

-> (par un homme envers une femme) femme bien roulée. (Par une femme envers une femme) pétasse

-> (petite) affectueux pour une petite fille

-> tronc d’arbre qui flotte (googlez: drave. C’est super intéressant)

Placoter / placotage

-> Bavarder de choses sans importance

-> médisance, ragot, tenir des propos peu aimables

Planter

-> tomber tête première

-> cesser d’être fonctionner

Plaster

(Prononcer « plast-heure ») provient du terme anglais pour sparadrap, pansement

Plate

-> Monotone, ennuyant, barbant, désagréable

-> dommage, décevant

Exemple: Ah c’est ben plate qu’Edith a pas pu venir voir le dernier film de Gilles Lellouche. Mais bon, elle a pas manqué grand chose c’était vraiment plate. 😈

Pleumer

Perdre une couche superficielle de peau, généralement après un coup de soleil. Peler, desquamer.

Poche

-> nul, maladroit, incompétent

-> grand sac

-> scrotum

-> jeu

Pogner

(Je viens de me rendre compte que ce mot a beaucoup trop de définitions🤣🤣. Attachez vot tuque avec d’la broche on part)

Attraper, avoir du succès, coller, comprendre, devoir, être obligé de, émouvoir, être populaire, être coincé, être timide, être victime de (contracter), prendre, recevoir, rester pris, séduire, se faire attraper, se quereller, surprendre.

(Ouf! J’pense que j’ai fait l’tour)

Poisson

Personne bernée, dupée, crédule, naïve.

Polyvalente

Lycée (cours secondaire qui dure 5 ans, entre 12 et 17 ans)

Poudrerie

Blizzard, neige emportée par le vent

Pourriel

Traduction de « spam » « Junk mail ». Il s’agit de la contraction de « pourriture électronique » et « courriel »

Présentement

Actuellement, aujourd’hui, maintenant.

Mot du jour : pied

Outre le fait de définir la partie du corps, le mot pied est utilisé dans plusieurs expressions. En voici quelques unes.

Être pied

Être maladroit, gauche, nul, mauvais.

Être bête comme ses pieds

Être brusque, impoli, grossier… Parisien quoi! 😬🤣

Se tirer dans l’pied

Se nuire

En pied de bas

Être en chaussette.

Avoir le pied pesant

Conduire vite

Se placer les pieds

Se mettre en position avantageuse

Expressions

Se paqueter la fraise

Boire (alcool) à l’excès.

Paqueter ses p’tits

Ramasser ses affaires et s’en aller

Partir comme un p’tit poulet

Mourir doucement (peu utilisé, mais trop mini)

Partir sur une balloune

-> s’enivrer, parfois durant plusieurs jours (se dit aussi: partie sur une brosse)

-> avoir une lubie soudaine

Pas de chicane dans ma cabane

On ne veut ni querelle ni engueulade dans la maison

Pas si pire

Pas si mal, pas trop mauvais

Passer dans l’beurre

Passer inaperçue, passer dans le vide, rater son coup

Pelleter dans cour du voisin

De débarrasser d’un problème en le refilant à quelqu’un d’autre.

Péter au frette

Mourir subitement

Péter d’la broue

Se vanter

Petit train va loin

C’est en prenant soin de faire les choses correctement qu’on l’assure du succès d’un projet.

Pleuvoir à boire debout

De fortes averses, pluies intenses

Prend ton gaz égal

Façon de dire à quelqu’un de se calmer.