#renard

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"Taking the veil", painting by Emile Renard

French vintage postcard

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Plates ? Plates !

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The Fairy Ring

Artist : George Vernon Stokes (1873-1954)

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Diane 🦊🥷

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Bonjour les amis 🌺

Beau et chaleureux week-end à tous 🤍 🩵

Have a nice weekend to all of you 🦊

Source : Pinterest

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Renard dans les labours, la Jouinière, Mauves-sur-Huisne – gouache format A3, 1er décembre 2023

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3500 Follower Celebration: Say It Again - Sean Renard x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @kabloswrld @words-and-seeds

Hitting bingo square: "I'm yours." "Say it again."

It’s almost violent the way that Sean loves you. It’s a furious, rampant emotion that sears through his nerve endings as he pins you against the penthouse door. He’s still wearing his shirt but his trousers are down by his ankles, his dick buried deep inside you as he fucks you like his sanity depends on you. In a way it does, because he needs you to see how much he wants you, how deep his feelings run. You’re hitched breathing rings in his ears as you bundle his shirt in your fists, grasping at the fabric as his cock rakes over that deviant little spot inside you, the one that makes you moan like a whore.

“Do you understand how much you mean to me?” He asks you, his voice a little rough. “Do you see it?”

You tilt your head away but Sean captures your jaw, gently guiding your gaze back to his.

“Madelyn, look at me.” He whispers, his nose trailing along yours. “Look into my eyes and see that I’m yours.”

You gasp as he hits that perfect place inside of you and he holds himself there, hips rocking just a little as the pleasure begins to build to a crescendo.

“Say it again.” You breathe as his thumb ghosts over your parted lips.  “Please, I just need…”

He knows what you need. You crave the same thing that he does, security, reassurance. This whole thing tonight had started because you’d been forced to watch him with another woman, her hands on him, touching him, her lips ghosting over his skin as she whispered in his ear. He hates that he can’t be with you the way he wants to, that he can’t love as openly as a normal man could. To do so would put a target on your back and Sean, he just can’t do that, so he plays the game the same way he always has.

For both your sake and his.

“I’m yours.” He promises you, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek. “For as long as you’ll have me, I always will be.”

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my super amazeballs pirate stinker and edgy so cool dragon princess being touch starved <33

self-indulgent little break drawing, because i need more qprs in fiction

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Il n'est pas d'hiver sans neige, de printemps sans soleil, et de joie sans être partagée.

- Jules Renard

Winter is coming.

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Fleur de Neige / Snow Flower

Contes populaires russes en peinture sur laque

Éditions d’art Yarki Gorod

Saint Pétersbourg

2009

Artist : Nina Babarkina

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