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chienapoil · 2 years ago
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Mon chiot n'est pas propre
Vous avez récemment adopté un jeune chiot et vous êtes ravi de l’avoir accueilli les bras ouverts dans votre modeste résidence, mais voilà, c’est une évidence même, il n’est pas encore propre. Cette situation vous stress, mais stress également votre nouveau compagnon à quatre pattes, car il ne sait pas ce qu’il doit faire. Pour un maître cette situation est frustrante, car même les punitions ne…
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fionnemrys · 2 years ago
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“Enid sends her kpop songs that uses samples from classical music. Wednesday learns the classical music on her cello.” I love this! It’s so sweet and so in character for both of them. 💞
Some headcanons regarding Wednesday’s phone
- Enid took two different selfies of them together to use as lock screen and wallpaper for both their phones
- Despite Wednesday’s disdain for technology she can easily learn how to change it but doesn’t cuz she’s a simp for Enid
- Enid obviously has many photos of Wednesday but she doesn’t know that Wednesday also took photos of Enid between several photos of crime scenes and photographed evidences for whatever mystery she’s investigating
- Wednesday learns how to use Spotify and Enid sends her kpop songs that uses samples from classical music. Wednesday learns the classical music on her cello to impress Enid.
- Wednesday’s name on Enid’s contacts is Roomie 💕
- Enid’s name on Wednesday’s contacts is Mon Chiot
- They’ve put each other as emergency contacts
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neiyuu · 4 months ago
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Toute l'énergie extrovert qui devait m'être donnée a été gardée pour mon chiot, et toute son énergie introvert m'a été donnée en échange.
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edithmtl-artmavie · 2 years ago
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Le 8e sujet du Inktober52, édition 2023, était « pup » ou chiot. En anglais, le terme « pup » peut s’appliquer pour les petits de plusieurs animaux et non pas seulement des chiens.
Après avoir regardé, sur Google Images, des centaines de photos de « pup » de différentes espèces, j’en ai sélectionnées 3 qui m’ont servi d’inspiration pour ce dessin.
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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 • 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞
╰┈➤ 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬
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𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭 𝐱 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞!
cw : MDNI - ftm Lestat, top male reader, sexual content, nsfw, lycanthrope male reader, oral (giving), AFAB terminology used (such as cunt, clit, ect.) monsterfuckers, mentions of knotting, praises, dry humping, slight service top moment, baby fever, breeding kink, not proof-read.
If vampires could exist, why couldn't werewolves, Lestat thought. When he found you, it was as if looking at a lost dog. Scrappy thing, but brutish. You had no manners, like a mutt out of the ditch. The two of you never met eye to eye, but he helped you deal with the monster that you had almost no control over. What he loved about you is that you took answers from no one. You took what you wanted, when you wanted it. And if you wanted Lestat on the bed with his legs spread, he could barely stop you.
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"You're making a mess down there mon cher, you're dr..drooling all over my legs!" Lestat laughed as you huffed and looked up at him from between his legs. There was slick and saliva dripping down your chin and painted messily on your lips, smeared against your cheeks and dripping down your neck. Your half lidded eyes were hazed with lust, trying to bide your irritation and hunger with the meal between the others legs. "Use your words, those looks could mean anything. You either want me to...shut up so you can continue indulging yourself or—" Lestat almost snorted as you responded with simply curling your arms around his thighs, letting them settle on your shoulders as you 'indulged' as he seemed to speak of.
Your thick tongue practically slobbered against his thighs, nipping every now and then while your leg bounced. You wanted so much more at that moment, but you were trying to wait it out. You were itching to get out of your skin, the presence of the full moon only pressuring your body further. You could feel the itch deep within the marrow of your bones, calling out. It makes your body feel like a furnace, your core even hotter. You could feel your hips rolling into the mattress below as you whined into Lestats' heat, causing him to shudder in response.
"You're such a needy chiot when you wish to be one. I don't know why you restrain yourself so much when I know what goes on in that head of yours." Lestat almost mewled out at the end of his words as your tongue practically circled around his dick, lips suckling against it and sending fire into his own nerves. "Juste là, ma chère, you're so good to me..." He let out an airy breath as his fingers slid into your hair. No matter how many times you cut it, it practically grew longer the next day. But Lestat? He loved running his fingers through your hair and watching you act as if you were touch starved. No, you were touch starved. Leaning into his touch, silently asking for more.
Lestat was the first person, first being, creature — the first to be able to handle your unruliness these nights. When you weren't prowling the streets, out for blood, killing every animal that came into your line of sight and even people if they had the unfortunate timing of appearing in your sights.
You were practically nose deep in Lestats' rather trimmed and neat blonde pubes while your tongue wanted to lap up every inch of his spongy insides. You could barely think straight, heat now radiating off your skin and your mind slowly fogging while Lestat made obscene noises that made your ears prick up. "Need you..Les..."
"You have me mon cher chiot, you..you have me," he shuddered out again before feeling your nails start to dig into his thighs. An animalist whine and whimper left your lips before you could feel the curse starting to carve you from the inside out. Cooking your insides, broiling in your stomach while it broke and wielded your bones back together. It wasn't pretty, it never was. But Lestat was there for it all, the good, the bad, and the ugly.
You let go of him and gripped onto the sheets, finding yourself wanting to curl up and hide from the pain. You could hear his coaxing in the forefront of your mind, trying to tell you he was still there, but lines blurred when you transformed. Your bones snapped and your flesh seemed to tear as fur came in replacement, your bones shifting into place as a deep growl rolled within your chest. The moonlight seemed to peer in through the window, your once normal eyes giving an eerie glow in the darkness, your face no longer humanoid, but instead replaced with a furry snout.
There was blood in your fur, almost coating some, bleeding into the mattress but the other didn't care and neither did you. Your clothes had long since been shed off since the beginning of the transformation, now scattered and torn into pieces.
You shook your head, thoughts jumbled in a bunch. Food. Hunt. Hunger. Prey. Hunger. Mate. Hot. Mark. Mate. Mine. You seemed to stare Lestat down, as if he were a meal of his own, your mawl filling with drool as your now semi bipedal body crouched over him, absolutely looming over his body. "I know you can hear me in there mon cher chiot." Lestat seemed to call out, his core finding more warmth seeing you in such a form.
You growled at him at first, though your eyes seemed to quickly glance down his body. Hungry. Mate. Breed. Mate. Hunger. Hunt. Prey. My mate. You weren't completely dumbed down, but the scent of Lestats' arousal seemed to set you off. It wasn't long before you practically dragged his body down, lifting his entire lower half off the bed before your maw opened.
Lestat didn't fear you'd eat him or even harm him, but he could see much more happening. When you got like this, it was hard to stop you from completely destroying the room trying to fuck him on every surface, especially since you didn't burn out easily during such a moon tranced state.
He could feel your teeth against his pelvis, only putting some pressure down as your tongue took a long lap against his lower lips. Pulling away, you grabbed his thighs and raised them on your shoulders, his entire upper body almost lifted off the bed from the shift of your height.
Lestat cried out and threw his head back the moment he felt your tongue dive into his drenched cunt yet again, reaching places you couldn't quite reach before and more. He could see your unsheathed and throbbing red cock underneath your own body, dripping with arousal and your knot having already appeared. "I suppose I should have fed earlier tonight if I knew I was going to be in here with you till daylight—"
There was a growl, a deep one that sent vibrations deep within Lestat, causing him to find a rather quick orgasm that startled even himself. "I guess this form also does things to me as well mon cher chiot, but it seems your mind is elsewhere." Instead of a response, you simply lapped at his wetness, hips rutting up against the sheets and your mind elsewhere. You wanted to breed him, badly. Make him full of your pups. What you wouldn't give to see Lestat, your Lestat, full and round and plump. Putting him down on your knot, making him yours completely? You began to drool at the thought that ran circles inside your mind.
Maybe you could fill him up tonight after you made him cum on your tongue. Your hunger was only for Lestat tonight, nothing more.
It was better than you constantly having held his hips and grinded up against him with any and every surface, whining and making small grunts rather than communicating with your words what you really wanted. It wasn't your fault that his ass always looked so nice in whatever he wore. Such a nice, grabable ass. All yours for the night.
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dylan-hart · 2 years ago
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wednesday: that’s absurd, barclay. enid and i don’t associate with ‘pet names’.
bianca: really? how do you say ‘my puppy’ in french?
wednesday: mon chiot.
enid: [across the room] yes, willa?
wednesday: …not a word, barclay.
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fanficonly · 2 years ago
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Based on a Wenclair Fanfic I'm writing...
Enid walking up to Wednesday and draping her arm over her shoulder: How's my beautiful dark-spirited friend today?
*Everyone at the table watches Wednesday for her reaction*
Wednesday: Very well Mon chiot and you?
Bianca: What the f-
Enid: I'm great!
*Wednesday turns to Bianca*
Wednesday: Problem?
Bianca: You- she's touching you- and did you just call her a pet name???
Wednesday: I have no idea what you're referring too
Bianca: You're kidding? You just-
Wednesday: You must be seeing and hearing things Bianca, how troubling
Enid: Yeah totally seeing things!
*Enid kisses Wednesday on the cheek and leaves*
Bianca: what?! But she just-
Wednesday: Honestly Bianca you should really see someone about that.
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glossykissies · 2 months ago
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I can't stop imagining hybrid puppy reader who chews up everyone's shoes😭😭😭
this definitely happens in the early days after you get saved from the lab and you’re still trying to adjust to society as a ‘human’ woman. it’s especially funny because all of their reactions would be so different !! 😭
hughie: “no—no, i’m not like… mad i’m just like… why? you know our shoes get all sweaty and gross right? i mean one time i saw frenchie put his shoes on with no socks… that doesn’t… that doesn’t gross you out? no? okay! hey, i’m not judging.”
frenchie: “non, mon petit chiot i am not mad with you— they are just shoes, yes? i can buy new ones.”
m.m: “look. you can chew up everyone else’s shoes— but don’t you dare touch these, alright?” he asks, holding up a pair of his favourites in demonstration.
kimiko: *just shakes her head and points you toward butchers shoes instead*
butcher: “oh fuckin’ell. can anyone tell me why me big toe is sticking out these boots? no? no one feel like owning up?” he addresses the group, but stares directly at you waiting for an admission.
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Thirsty day here we come!
This thirst goes to our sexy French daddy Joseph!
Imagine being in a match with Joseph but you accidentally damaged his camera and sword when kiting him ( which made him furious but he kept a straight face even though you could tell he was pissed ) you of course apologised thousands of times feeling embarrassed but he dismissed it saying it’s nothing. After the match you and your teammates lost ( you assume his damaged belongings is what made him more aggressive in the match telling how roughly he threw you on the chair ) thus everyone going in their rooms to sleep to recover all the bruises.
You of course still guilty gain the courage to enter the hunter’s side and ask for Joseph’s whereabouts and geisha was kind enough to lead you to his room. Once she left , you knocked on the door which opened and revealed Joseph looking slightly annoyed but surprised to see you. You explain how you wanted to help fix his things and wanted to make it up for him.
And now here you are striped down from your clothes and forced on Joseph’s lap facing him while cock warming him. He smirks at your whimpering while he continues to read his book out loud in French occasionally squeezing your thighs, and groping your ass, giving you a glare if you dare to move and groaning whenever your pussy squeezes his cock. He’d also whisper in French in your ear enjoying how you’d clench tighter.
“Now now my dear, stop moving and behave”
“What a lewd women you are”
“Shhhh go to sleep, I’ll be right here”
He wouldn’t call you a whore or a slut noooo no way he’s too much of a gentleman…….so he’ll just say it French!
Oh arent you sweet
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The swordsman is not actually upset, there is no point in being upset as the cameras are easily replaced by the Baron. Have you not noticed how they change with his attire as requested by Lady Nightingale? One broken camera means nothing, but it is amusing to apologize for something that merits no apology. Tons have been broken before and many more will be as the matches go on.
Your need to project these common ramble ideas can wear on him, however, he uses them to his advantage like now.
How amusing you are willing to do anything to be in his good graces, like a dog. Yes, a dog, his puppy who whines in shame and obeys their master's whim.
Pathetic in a charming way, only for him.
When he was younger, from the pieces he can recall of his memory, he indulged in many proclivities. Sex is one of them. Easily learning his likes and dislikes.
A favorite is having your heat around his cock but not moving. You are to simply warm it up as he reads his book. It's the one you suggested! The Scarlet Pimpernel, is an interesting story.
“Mon salope,” His slut, “Behave yourself. I am still deciding if I forgive you.” Foolish you taking the supposed punishment all for yourself, maybe you like trying to make excuses to have him fuck you? Would make sense why you think you must do anything to please him. Reality will set in soon when you realize he could care less about the thoughts and actions of others in the match. Or you will remain a fool and keep entertaining him like the hopeless dog you are.
He yawns, “Tonight you will remain with me. In the morning, we shall share breakfast.” There is no room for negotiations or excuses, you will do as he says.
“Joseph…” 
“Shh, sleep petit chiot.” The shifting to lay down have you squeezing around him, good. Good, you are sensitive to him and only him. “I expect you to wake when I awaken.” Kissing your forehead.
You whimper but nod.
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yasashii-leaf · 1 year ago
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J'adore ton style sm POURQUOI SHAY A-T-ELLE LES PLUS GRANDS YEUX DE CHIOT MON COEUR
Si mignon! Cela me donne envie de le caresser comme un petit chat.
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chienapoil · 2 years ago
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Mon chiot ne fait pas ses besoins dehors
Avoir un bébé chiot chez soi est un véritable bonheur, mais lorsqu’il ne fait pas ses besoins dehors dans le jardin ou en promenade, en général pour les nouveaux maîtres et propriétaires c’est un véritable cauchemar ! Mais pas de panique, puisqu’heureusement pour vous, il existe des méthodes et des astuces pour résoudre tous vos problèmes. Dans cet article, nous sommes prêts à vous donner 5…
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tequiilasunriise · 2 years ago
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In terms of Wenclair nicknames, I believe in ‘Enid using Willa’ supremacy and φεγγάρι μου (‘my moon’ in Greek) is especially beloved to me, but I also love little shit Enid who calls Wednesday any day of the week EXCEPT Wednesday (“Hey, Monday!” “What do you think about this Sabbath?” “Oh thank god you’re here Friday”) and it annoys her favorite murder goth to NO END but slowly said murder goth becomes endeared by her roomate’s antics as feelings start to tumble and bloom away. Besides ‘my moon’, I can also see her calling Wednesday ‘silly raven’ in Greek.
Meanwhile, Wednesday has this wholeass evolution from shit like “mutt” to way softer nicknames because Gomezifcation™️ is a powerful thing. She starts to pine and internally call Enid her Alectrona (a greek goddness of the Sun, known for sunrise or ‘waking from slumber’, a perfect combo of how Enid brings light to Wednesday as well as her inner wolf finally waking up), but slowly she starts using it out loud along with “mi sol” (‘my sun’, Spanish), “mon petit chiot” (‘my little pup’, French), and “la mia vita” (‘my life’, Italian). Enid melts everytime without fail and stutters in Greek and honestly? Who could blame her when Wednesday has that passionately lovestruck shine in her eyes as adoration drips from devout lips.
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kulai · 2 years ago
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top 10 most used in Wenclair fanfics (based on me, who read a lot of 'em) in no particular order....
"I would die for you. I would kill for you." (also sometimes followed up by "Either way, what bliss.")
"Willa."
"Cara Mia/Querida/Mon Chiot/Mon Loupe"
The Addams Family Curse (being inlove is their undoing)
Enid being Greek !!!
The Gomezification of Wednesday Addams [an actual tag on Ao3]
"Give me a name."
Jealousy. . . . . .
Enid speaks Wednesday fluently (a twitch of the lips means pleased, blinking means open/vulnerable)
Eugene #1 wenclair ally and shipper
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until-the-house-shakes · 5 months ago
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Wolfstarbucks nsfw
James had normal interests. He enjoyed quidditch- so much so that he found himself playing professionally- cooking for his two husbands, planning out little pranks for said husbands to discover at their own time (remus is still finding the rest of the three hundred lego wolf figures James hid among his office), and being used as nothing but a pet for both Remus and Sirius.
Being a quidditch player, his schedule was much more lax than Remus, the professor, and Sirius, who ran a non profit organization with his brother. He has practices in the morning, and if he had no game that night, he would be home by himself by mid day. The free time allowed him to explore his interest; he worked out to maintain his stamina, started on dinner and some treats for the team and his partners, and stripped down to nothing but a collar, leather harness, and Remus’s boxers just in time for the arrival of his masters.
“Isn’t this a lovely sight,” Sirius mumbled to himself, entering their bedroom to see his husband all dressed up and kneeling on a dog bed, waiting patiently for his owners to get home and pay him some attention.
“I was hoping you wou-“
“Who gave you permission to speak, pet?” A deeper voice interrupted the pair. James moved his attention from Sirius to Remus, whose eyes were quickly darkening. A small whimper escaped him before shaking his head, signifying no one gave him any permission to speak, and looked down with a tiny pout.
“Moony, be nice to him. He made us dinner and got all dressed up and ready when we got home. I think he deserves a treat for this.” Sirius smirked, walking closer to James, but still being mindful to keep a wide enough distance, much to James’s disappointment.
“A treat? You think this mutt deserves a treat because he’s slutting himself out to try and distract us from how much of a brat he was this morning? If I remember correctly, we both promised him quite the punishment for his behavior.” Remus frowned as he joined the pair, but he was much closer to the ‘mutt’ in question, giving him the perfect opportunity grab ahold of his hair and tug harshly. “Maybe you should remind Pads why we need to punish you, little one.” Remus growled in James’s ear, earning himself a lovely whimper from the other man.
James knew exactly what incident Remus was talking about, and he knew no matter what he did to distract the other two from his previous behavior, he would be receiving one hell of a punishment- but you couldn’t blame him from trying. It almost worked, if only Remus was as easily swayed as Sirius.
“Speak pup.” Remus demanded, tugging on James’s curls again. “I-I.. I mhmm..” James had every intention to recount their morning, but the feeling of Remus’s calloused hands over his leather-bound torso, slowly making their way to the ever growing erection in his Sirius’s boxers, made it just a tad bit difficult.
“Come on mon chiot, tell me what you did this morning. Tell me how bad of a pet you are, why you deserve to be punished.” Sirius encouraged his pet to continue, looking down at him with a hungry glare that made James preen with excitement for the night they will share.
“I.. I w-was a brat to m-moony wh- aa-aah!” The explanation was cut off by a sharp yelp- the result of James’s hair being pulled yet again. “Not my name.” Remus reminded his pet. “S-sorry.. when Sir tried to wake me up. I.. I cursed at him and.. and held on t-to him as he tried to get out of bed. Th-then I.. oh fuck! I.. mm!!” Explaining yourself was much harder when you had Moony’s rough hands stroking your cock. “I m-made breakfast b-but sl-slammed the aaaah.. f-fuck. The tea mug down and it.. mmm.. i-its sp-spilled on Sir.. h-he had t-to change.. and w-was late.” James finally got the explanation out, despite the growing need to stop talking and start barking and whimpering instead.
“What a bad pup. Moony I think you were right,” Sirius smirked, placing his silky hands lightly onto James’s shoulder, tracing all the way down from his back to his now bare ass. “We need to punish our bitch.”
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ask-lute · 5 days ago
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Lute check out my new puppy! He’s a mini dachshund and his name is August! isn’t he so cute?? (Sorry low quality pic my phone camera is mid)
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Aww, Oh mon Dieu, un chiot si gentil, quel beau garçon!* Give him head pats for me!-🗡️
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(*Oh my, such a sweet puppy, what a handsome boy!)
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alain-keler · 23 days ago
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Novembre 2009. 
Il y avait un petit village d'irréductibles roms quelque part en Slovaquie, à côté du parc national du paradis slovaque. Je m'y étais fait comme ami le chef du village Milan*, grâce à ma fixeuse Lenka, une tchèque qui travaillait à l'observatoire de Prague, rencontrée lors de manifestation de néo-nazis contre les roms. 
 Lors d'une de nos visites, une jeune fille chercha à attirer mon attention pendant que je me promenais dans le village. Elle était montée sur le toit en chaume d'une maison et me faisait de grands gestes. 
Denisa, quatorze ans est sourde et muette. Lorsque je luis fis signe de descendre, elle se précipita et posa pour moi fièrement avec trois petits chiots.  
Le petit village où toutes les maisons étaient en bois, sans eau ni électricité était à trois kilomètres du grand village, Letanovce, le vrai, dans lequel il y avait la mairie, l'église, l'eau courante, l'électricité et toutes les maisons étaient en pierre. 
L'osada de Letanovce a été détruite par les autorités, et ses habitants ont été relogés dans un village en dur, moins beau mais sans doute plus pratique pour eux, sauf qu'ils devaient payer un loyer, alors qu'auparavant tout était gratuit. 
Je suis retourné un an plus tard voir Milan dans le nouveau village, mais il était parti avec sa femme Justine en Angleterre tenter sa chance. 
* Dans la BD des nouvelles d'Alain, réalisée par Emmanuel Guibert et Frederic Lemercier, il y a un chapitre consacré à Milan. J'en profite pour vous signaler que Emmanuel va être installé ce mercredi 6 novembre à l'académie des beaux-arts !
 Pour ceux qui ont la BD, le chapitre consacré à Milan est en page 52.
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