#amoureux❤️

[damienarthaud]

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[lnfours]

london bristol boy | l.n

summary: hi! would it be possible to get a second part of Daylight? maybe Charles finding out or Lando telling Charles? that would be so good. I love your writing❤️ thank you so much! - @powerfulmess

warnings: fluff, a bit of awkwardness, language, slightly protective!charles, loving boyfriend!lando, leclerc!reader

masterlist | part 1 | ask box | listen

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charles didn’t know what to expect when maman had told him you were bringing your new boyfriend to family dinner. he expected someone normal, someone you might’ve met through a friend or a dating app or something.

but when one of his friends walked through the door, one hand on your waist and the other holding your mothers favorite flowers, he couldn’t help the steam almost pouring out of his ears.

on the other hand, arthur thought it was hilarious.

“you owe me twenty dollars,” arthur smirked and charles rolled his eyes.

“you knew?”

“anyone with eyeballs could tell they were into each other,” he said, “you’re just oblivious.”

you and lando made your way over to the couch, your brothers hugging and greeting you. lando stuffed his hands in his pockets, giving a tight lipped smile to a not so happy looking charles. arthur gave him a pat on the back, going to help in the kitchen.

“good luck, mate,”

lando nodded at him, mumbling a sarcastic, “yeah, thanks mate,”

“charles,” you pulled your brothers attention from your boyfriend, “can i speak with you for a second?”

he nodded, following you outside. you closed the door and sent lando a small reassuring smile. he gave you a nervous one back, silently saying ‘please don’t leave me alone in here for long’.

you looked over at your brother, “i’m sorry, we should’ve told you before we came to dinner,” you said, “but it’s new, like a few weeks old new, and we’re still trying to figure everything out,”

you took a deep breath as he stayed silent, letting you continue, “im sorry, char.”

he sighed, “yes it was a surprise, but as long as he makes you happy, amor-“

you cut him off by throwing your arms around his neck, causing him to chuckle before he hugged you back.

“s'il te fait du mal, il est mort,” (“if he hurts you, he’s dead”)

you laughed, “il ne le ferait pas.” (“he wouldn’t”)

“oh je sais qu'il est amoureux de toi depuis des années.” your brother smiled and you blushed softly. (“oh i know, he’s been in love with you for years”)

“so have i,”

“i know,” he smirked, nodding towards the door, “c’mon, better go save lover boy maman’s burning questions.”

you laughed and entered back into the living room, looking around until you saw lando in the kitchen, helping your mom chop vegetables. your brother snorted next to you, which made you let out a tiny laugh.

lando’s head snapped in your direction and he could tell the two of you were making fun of the apron that had pink and white flowers all over it.

“you two are just jealous you can’t pull this off,” he said and you laughed softly, coming to stand next to him.

“yeah, baby,” you said, “the grandma flowers really make your eyes pop.”

“thanks, honey,” he smiled sarcastically at you, nose scrunching. you let out a giggle before placing a kiss on his cheek, your hand on his shoulder.

“maman,” you said and she lifted her head up, “puis-je voler lando un peu ?” (“can i steal lando for a bit?”)

“bien sûr ma chère. charles, s'il te plaît, prends sa place,” (“of course, my dear. charles, please take his place.”)

charles groaned and lando laughed, taking the apron off and tossing it to him. you led lando out of the room, “have fun, mate!”

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” charles mumbled, tying the apron around his waist.

“elle est si heureuse, elle rayonne,” maman smiled at her eldest son, “il pourrait être le bon.” (“she’s so happy, she’s beaming. he can be the one.”)

charles smiled over at his mother, “peut-être que tu as raison, maman.” (“maybe you’re right, mom”)

“je ne le suis pas toujours ?” (“am i not always?”)

he laughed and shook his head, meanwhile you and lando were sitting on the front steps, your head on the shoulder of his black button up shirt. you looked up at him for a minute, just taking in his side profile and how well he dressed today.

“you want a picture, babe?” he smirked over at you and you rolled your eyes.

“you wish,” you said, “no, you look good, baby.”

he’d smile, eyes traveling over you in the white flowy dress, “you look even better,”

you smiled, laying your head back down on his shoulder as he pulled you closer to his side.

“this is a nice little place,” he said, looking around, “can see why you love coming back home so much.”

you nodded, lifting your head up, “yeah, but home isn’t where the heart is,”

he smiled softly, eyes meeting yours, “you and these damn taylor swift references,”

you laughed, “okay, but she’s got a point!”

“i’m not from london, baby.”

“okay, okay, fine,” you smiled, “bristol boy, better?”

“better, thank you,” his lips pressed against your temple. you shivered slightly as the wind picked up a little.

“you cold?” he asked, “i have a hoodie in the car,”

you shook your head, “it’s okay,”

“you sure?”

you nodded, slipping your hands underneath his shirt and finding his stomach. his skin warm, but he still jumped slightly at how cold your hands were. you laughed as he shook his head, “it could be a hundred degrees outside and i swear your hands would still be cold.”

“you’re just as lost about it as i am, trust me.”

he let out a laugh, ignoring how your fingers were tracing the indents in his stomach of his abs. he bent down towards you, noses bumping as he used his to lift your head up slightly before he closed the gap between you. he kissed you sweetly, lovingly, his lips moving from yours to your cheeks to pepper kisses along the skin after.

“i’m happy i drunkingly broke into your house that one night.”

he laughed, “i am, too, love. i am too.”

[sunsetlove44]

Je suis amoureux❤️

[ariesfelis]

TEXTES FRANCAIS POUR VOS CREAS

quelques idées de texte pour agrémenter vos créations graphiques (ou tout ce que vous voulez en fait), la liste a été constituée avec des paroles d'artistes francophones dans divers styles musicaux, rdv en fin de post pour trouver les crédits !

je risque de rajouter souvent quelques petites idées de ce que je trouve cool au fur et à mesure (y'en a jamais assez). ❤️❤️

tw langage vulgaire et cru

màj : 05.12.2024

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aimer d'amour • besoin de t'aimer • aimer comme moi je t'aime • quand le soleil s'endort • en face de l'interdit • la nuit gardera nos secrets • vois tous ces visages • j'ai fumé mes doutes • j'ai trouvé mes alliés • c'est pas une question d'oseille • jusqu'à perdre ma raison d'être • entre mes cris se cachent des mots • rêver j'en ai l'habitude , changer d'altitude • me libérer de ma lassitude • l'insolence des gens heureux • accroché à ma solitude • je m'invente des histoires • on se moque • tu es ma chance • entre mes deux cuisses y'a la porte qui mène les âmes dans le monde des humains • appelle-moi madame • j′suis bien plus qu′un homme • ne supporte pas de me voir reine • madame • j′aime pas les gens • la rage et le feu • idées de merdes • envie de lécher ces câbles électriques • j'ai ces bruits dans ma tête • j'ai perdu la tête • quoi qu'il advienne • mon cœur est stone • l'amour me fait mal au corps • me me quitte pas • des liasses de regret • rien à prouver • les putes comme moi portent les rêves des hommes • avant que je me fane • poser mes lèvres sur les tiennes • petit coeur gris • tu m'as volé • j'mennuie d'son sourire • nuit sans soleil • piégé mon âme • mots craintifs • gravé en moi • filer les étoiles • je cours sans raison • laisse passer l'orage • n'aie pas peur des flammes • ici tout brûle d'un feu de paille • fini le temps des poètes • que des mélo-mélo' dans ma tête • mais mon rêve ma chérie, c’est de me perdre dans tes yeux bleus • coma idyllique • je suis un amoureux du vice • goûter l'atmosphère • au fond je crois que j'agonise • madame • j'temmerde • narcisse • injecté • la pire des bénédictions • la plus belle des malédictions • le passé qui te suit te fait la guerre •

PETiTOM (aimer d'amour, afterglow, alliés, monnaie, I forgot, what is love ?) ; Molière l'opéra urbain (rêver j'en ai l'habitude, on se moque) ; Morgan (madame, phobie d'impulsion, j'temmerde) ; Yseult (corps, I LOVE YOU, rien à prouver, sans raison) ; Solann (rome, narcisse) ; Pablo Vittar, Yseult & Sevdaliza (alibi) ; Thérapie TAXI (salop(e), coma idyllique) ; Stromae & Pomme (ma meilleure ennemie).

[gloriousfartcupcake]

Un couple❤️ amoureux du dimanche 💋

[anxious-acorn]

I’m so sorry it’s taking me so long to get this next chapter out. The brain is a dick. lol! But it’s Wednesday AND Sinsmas, so here’s a little bit of what we have to look forward to. Please enjoy my fluffy smut ❤️

La Folie de Toi 🔞

Chapter 3: WIP

Perhaps symptoms of his rut; your buck only seemed to gain energy when you woke from each reprieve, ready to provide any need, no matter how small or large. He’d made sure you’d stayed hydrated, well fed when hungry, comfortable, and entertained when not fucking you absolutely senseless. You were certain to look back on your first season together fondly, but fuck if you weren’t exhausted and sore right now.

Alastor moved a leg to settle, and that’s all it took. A screech left your throat, and your buck yanked your hips up with a responding bellow. Leaning to cover you, he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you up and pushed into you with a staticky moan. Seven Hells, how could he still feel so fucking good?

“Aahh yes… Oh, Al…” Your words slurred as pleasure lit your brain, and you squeezed your legs, eliciting a low whine from your buck.

“My sweet little Vixen…” Static and dragging kisses peppered across your shoulders, the low gravelly tone of your lover’s voice sending shivers through your core. The hand holding you pressed against your womb as you cried out, desperate and wanton, circling your hips and pressing as much into him as you could.

“Satan… you feel so good wrapped around me, ma belle amoureux,” Alastor growled against your neck, tongue savoring the sweat of your heated skin. Dragging those clawed fingers up your stomach, ribs, between your breasts to wrap around your throat, your mate hauled you up to rest flush against his chest as he crouched. You felt a slick tongue glide along your clit as your lover pumped into you and you moaned, bucking desperately against his shadow.

“Alastor! Oh, my love. Yesss…” The new position stretched your dripping cunt, and you screeched for your lover as he thrust into you, slow, controlled, and oh so sensuous. “Lucifer… you’re so— haaah… perfect…”

Alastor chuckled low against your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh. “How odd, calling another… person’s name when… ngh! You’re so thoroughly filled,” he teased, and you gave a breathless laugh and nuzzled as much as you could. “You say that like Satan is just a— mmmn… fictional deity. If I’m gonna choose— aaahhh… a sin to call to… it’s gonna be— oh fuuck me…”

Alastor bit into your shoulder while his shadow sucked at your clit, rubbing a hand over your womb as they formed a phantom knot around his cock, your buck groaning at the added sensations. “What was that,

darling?”

His voice was distorting, the environment around you fizzling and flickering as he took his own pleasure. His hands were all over you, rubbing, kneading, gouging.

“M’ gonna… haah…” Clenching your teeth, your head fell back as your body tensed in release, giving a high keening whine. Alastor bit harder at your shoulder, a rumbling snarl leaving his throat as he slowed his thrusts, savoring the pulsing heat of your cunt around him.

Once your body relaxed he moved faster, pushing and grinding into you, a territorial bellow sounding as he came to his own end. Such exquisite pleasure! Libidinous moans poured from your lips; the sensation of his seed spurting was such a powerful thing. Pride coursed through your body from the cries escaping your lover’s throat- the glowing warmth from his semen filled you with a primal satisfaction like no other.

“Mmm— haah… my buck… you take such good care of me,” you drawled, stroking his hair behind you as you nuzzled and rested your head on his.

Alastor gave a contented hum, happy bleats sounding as he held you close and peppered gentle kisses over the wound at your shoulder. His hands glided over your sensitive skin, lowering you back to the bed.

“Such power behind such simple words, my vixen. It stirs… much passion…” He nipped at a drooping ear as he squeezed your hips. “How did you put it? Ah! You’ve scratched my dom itch quite satisfactorily!”

You laughed at your mate’s jovial proclamation, turning over to pull him into a kiss. He moaned against your lips and you gave a soft sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck- you felt so content like this. Precious and cherished.

“How are you feeling, ma chér?”

With a contemplative hum, you took a moment to check in with your body- perfectly relaxed, better than you’d felt in ages, albeit a bit sore. Alastor’s massage (outside and in) had really set you right. Nuzzling and hugging your mate close, you gave a happy yelp and thumped your tail as you kissed him again. And again. You could never get enough of his affections.

“I’m positively floating, my darling. A nice hot bath sounds lovely though,” you replied, rolling over to go to the bathroom.

Alastor grumbled a bit. Definitely in rut season- the notion of ridding yourself of his scent raised his hackles. You couldn’t help the small chuckle that left your lips, “I love you, but I am very dirty.” You leaned over to kiss his cheek, and he pulled you back down under him, rubbing his nose against yours with a bleat.

“You smell like mine,” he cooed as he peppered kisses over your face. With an embarrassingly yelpie giggle, you closed your eyes and thumped your tail as your ears drooped. “Well, you’ll just have to find a way to make me smell as such again.”

You received a groan and nip at your throat for the tease before Alastor let you up again, leaning on his arm as he watched you walk away with a smile. The adorable soft boi.

When done with the toilet, you pointed to fill the tub and sat at the vanity to brush the tangles from your hair. You heard gentle knocking, and turned to smile at your mate. “May I join you, darling?”

Rising from the seat, you padded over and wrapped your arms around him, placing a kiss to his chest. “Of course, dearest,” you replied, nuzzling in his fur before gazing adoringly up at him.

Those cute ears drooped, and Alastor pressed kisses over your forehead as you soaked in each other’s presence. You yipped when he picked you up to carry you into the tub and giggled- you felt like an absolutely spoiled queen! Best. Heat. Ever!

[theriddlersunderwear]

Also Vince is SOOOO jealous of how easily Monty can tell Florian he loves him. It pisses him off that he can't just tell Florian he loves him lmao.

tell me more about florian NOW

(Omg yes thank you)

Florian Amoureux means Flower Lover in French. He is super persistent when it comes to friendship, which is how he wore down Vince. He just kept coming to work like, "Hey bestie!!!" Regardless of how rude Vince was. What really turned Vince's opinion around was when Florian made him a lemon meringue pie with EXTRA lemon so he could sorta enjoy it.

Florian also LOVES having his hair played with. He's very sensitive both physically and emotionally, and the feeling of having his hair stroked and scalp massaged is ~✨️The Good Feeling✨️~

[fidjiefidjie]

Bon Matin💙🎸🆕️🫂❤️

Alceu Valença et Zaz 🎶 La Belle De Jour (mon bel amoureux)

[papillonnne2]

Freddie Mercury, leader du groupe britannique Queen, a ramassé plus de 7 chats abandonnés dans un refuge en Angleterre appelé « Blue Cross ». Il aimait tellement les chats qu'il leur a dédié un de leurs albums.

Freddie disait que ses chats étaient les seuls LOYAUX et INCONDITIONNELS, c'est pourquoi il a dédié le disque « Mr Bad Guy », qu'il a également dédié à tous les amoureux des chats dans le monde.

Tom, Jerry, Oscar, Tiffany, Delilah, Goliah, Miko, Roméo et Lily étaient les chats de Freddie Mercury, devenus les principaux bénéficiaires de sa fortune.

Il a sauvé presque tous ses félins de l'abandon, sauf Tiffany, un chat himalaya qui était un cadeau de Mary Austin, son ex-petite amie, qu'il appelait "l'amour de sa vie ❤️".

Delilah était son chat préféré, une femelle aux poils longs et doux, à qui elle a dédié une chanson du même nom incluse sur le disque « Innuendo », et c'est elle qui est restée à ses côtés jusqu'au jour de sa mort.

“À mon chat Jerry, Tom et Oscar et Tiffany aussi, ainsi qu'à tous les amoureux des chats de l'univers, et j'emmerde tous les autres” a été la dédicace du chanteur incluse dans son album Mr Bad Guy.

[cheruib]

my love @ashstfu tagged me to post my 9 fave albums in 2023🫶 this was so hard & fun<3

in no particular order: javelin by sufjan stevens / xo by elliott smith / one year by colin blunstone/ amoureux de ma femme by richard anthony / blue rev by alvvays / crying, laughing, loving, lying by labi siffre / s’il suffisait d’aimer by celine dion / the land is inhospitable and so are we by mitski / take a picture by margo guryan ❤️

tagging everyone who sees and wants to do this<3

[leleaulait]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :)

Holala je l'ai vu passer chez pleins de gens alors je saurais pas à qui l'envoyer vu que tout le monde l'a déjà fait 😅.

1- Je dirais mon cadre de vie, des animaux, un chéri, au fin fond de la montagne dans un trou perdu c'était mon rêve quand je vivais à Lyon et vraiment ça joue énormément sur mon stress et mon anxiété généralisé.

2- Créer et ma créativité en général, même si j'ai pas mal perdu depuis que je suis sobre (oui je vais pas vous myto en disant que c'est mieux maintenant que je suis sobre clairement), mais j'arrive encore à broder, coudre, faire des macramé, décoré... C'est une des choses que je préfère faire.

3- Ma famille (j'englobe aussi la famille du chéri vu qu'on vit avec eux), j'ai une famille INCROYABLE, ils m'ont toujours soutenu et aidé, on a jamais eu de conflit, on se voit presque tout les dimanches chez mes grands-parents, j'ai une relation avec mon frère que beaucoup de gens envie tellement on est proche (on s'envoie un SMS par jour minimum) et ma relation avec ma mère est fusionnel de ouf (dans le bon sens), on s'appelle tout le temps et on sort souvent ensemble. Pareil du côté du chéri, on vit quasiment avec la mère, la grand-mère et le tonton et on s'entend trop bien ! 💖

4- C'est culcul si je dis mon chéri ? Ou plutôt je dirai la relation qu'on a ensemble, on est sur la même longueur d'onde pour absolument tout est c'est tellement bien et tellement plus sain ! On se tire jamais vers le bas, il m'a énormément aidé pendant mes addictions et mes tca, il a essayé de comprendre le pourquoi du comment..., on s'engueule jamais parce que... Bah il y a pas de raison 🤷 et ça fait 5ans qu'on est des ados amoureux l'un de l'autre. ❤️

5- La nature et les animaux, vous le savez si vous me suivez depuis longtemps, je suis une passionnée de nature, de montagne, d'animaux, d'insectes... Je sais pas pourquoi mais ça m'émerveille toujours autant, l'autre jour j'ai eu la chance de voir une Lucane et ça a refait ma journée, j'aime aller me perdre au fond de la forêt avec mon toutou, découvrir pleins de chose que je n'ai jamais vu, faire des rando en montagne de 6h et me sentir plus "connecté" avec la nature. 🍄‍🟫

[spiroufuckyboy02]

-Spirou est tellement amoureux de Fantasio que, après lui avoir piqué une colère à distance, il chante des chansons sur le véritable amour... :') 😭❤️

En fait, j'ai pu redessiner cette beauté grâce à ça...) 💁🏻‍♂️🥰

Mais c'est tout pour moi, arividerchi...)^^ ❤️😖

[helene-tolden]

🇫🇷Café Gaudi Février 2024.

Jour 17. Couple.

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

C'est l'une des injonctions sociales qui met le plus de pression : se mettre en couple, et par la suite, s'installer, se marier et avoir des enfants. Ce schéma ultra conservateur impose une vision de la vie très rigide qui manque cruellement de tolérance pour celles et ceux qui ne souhaitent pas s'y conformer.

🤷🏻‍♀️

Pourquoi une telle urgence à se mettre en couple avec une autre personne quand on apprend encore à se connaître soi-même et que l'on cherche encore sa voie professionnelle ou tout simplement son but dans la vie ? La planète étant déjà surpeuplée, la priorité n'est plus à la procréation comme la religion l'a imposé avec force et fracas à travers les siècles.

👶🏻

Chacun devrait être libre de choisir son style de vie, avec ou sans sexualité, avec ou sans partenaire amoureux, avec ou sans enfants. Car, en fin de compte il n'y a que la liberté de choix et le consentement total qui permet d'atteindre le bonheur.

❤️

Forcer une pièce à entrer dans un espace qui n'est pas adapté à sa forme ne fera qu'abimer cette pièce et tout ce qui l'entoure.

[histoire-glitchienne]

Touristes: une comédie roman-horrifique du sexe au crime…

Petite soirée solo, envie de savourer un bon repas et une petite bière devant un petit film. Ne supportant guère les films très gores ( j’ai failli vomir mes tripes devant « La maison près du cimetière »et puis bon … je m’´apprête à manger un bon chili… ´fin bref, pas envie d’avoir l’impression de manger une bouillie de tripes: une autre fois peut-être ( ou pas…) Je m’hasarde alors dans le catalogue de Shadows et je tombe sur une affiche qui attire mon regard: couple et petit chien aux expressions peu avenantes posant devant des restes humains. Contraste. Je ne suis pas friande des comédies romantiques mais s’il y a des tueurs en série dedans, je suis toujours partante!

Deux amoureux misanthropes tuent afin de prouver leur amour l’un à l’autre. Le crime est à la fois le ciment de leur « amour » et le feu destructeur. Au diable les films à l’eau de rose : Comédie roman-horrifique noire, grinçante et brut du sexe au crime !

Gros coup de cœur ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️ @shadowzvod @occulture_ytb #instafilm #blogcinema #instacinema #instablog #cinemahorreur

[soyashi3173]

Que vous soyez en couple ou non (ou toute autre sorte de relations diverses et variées), je vous souhaite à tous une bonne St-Valentin! ❤️

Et pour l'occassion, je vous livre un petit WangXian version UA (rock?) tout juste sorti de la douche (après avoir fait quelques galipettes dessous, qui sait 😏🔥) et Wei Ying qui s'amuse à faire un coeur avec la buée sur le miroir, hé hé 💖

J'espère qu'il vous plait surtout que j'aime le rendu pour une fois et... QUE JE L'AI FINI UN JOUR EN AVANCE! Et pas en retard pour une fois! Je suis encore étonnée qu'il n'a pas neigé le jour d'après lol😂

En tout cas, les amoureux ou non, passez tous une superbe journée pleins d'amours et de bonheur 💞