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[toodle3316]

Max glances at Charles he glances at him god these can't even concentrate or listen to what other person is saying without looking at each other half a second 🤦‍♀️

Cr:@redbullracing on instagram

[milksteak-420]

nerd-ed out too hard and unfortunately drew dean 🤦‍♀️

[pigglepiephi]

I’m glad they revealed that May knows it’s Ai-oon because it would have been ridiculous to keep ignoring the fact that:

1. May is a highly intelligent lawyer who needs to be good at reading people and employing analytical reasoning in order to do her job. She therefore really should have been able to sniff Ai-oon out as an imposter pretty quickly.

2. Ai-oon hasn’t even been trying to pretend to be her sister for a good while now! She’s completely caught up in all the feelings of first love that she’s forgotten she’s supposed to be someone else!!

Girl, you’re lost in her eyes and forgetting the cover story 🤦‍♀️

The face of someone humouring their big fat liar of a girlfriend 😏

[jsealand]

🤦‍♀️ Some people need to keep reading the sign until they actually understand it.

[s0lavellan]

“why didn’t we have a regret mural for how Solas treated Lavellan” because it’s right here in Tevinter Nights if some of you bothered to engage with other Dragon Age materials besides the games 🤦‍♀️

Sutherland literally channels Solas’ inner monologue.

[satansfavoritefirecrotch]

This filter makes me feel like a babe... and a horrible decision. Lmao 🤦‍♀️

[romanreignsbae]

they done did us dirty by placing that logo there smh 🤦‍♀️

[fayes-fics]

I noticed your tag:

I almost forgot about this fic 🤦‍♀️ but thank you for reminding me of it and for reblogging. I’m so glad you enjoyed it 😁🧡🧡

Blissful

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Making love for the first time after giving birth

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, vaginal sex, smidge of thigh riding, touch of breeding kink.

Word Count: 1.9k

Authors Note: This is an anonymous request fill (request: could you do one where benedict and reader make love for the first time after reader gives birth?? I imagine he'd just be the most tender and caring lover and wants to show her how grateful he is for making him a father while at the same time trying to make her feel cherished!). I hope you enjoy Nonny <3. Thanks as always to @makaylan for her betaing.

“How is she doing?” His whisper is mellow as he enters the nursery.

“She’s sleeping now,” you smile, running a finger delicately down her beautiful chubby cheek.

He walks over and wraps his arms around you from behind, cradling you both.

“My wonderful ladies,” he sighs, content, kissing your temple and then leaning over your shoulder to kiss his baby daughter on the head.

“Let’s put our little miracle in the crib, my love,” he proposes, “I want to spend some time just the two of us while she’s asleep,” his smile warm.

After you place your precious bundle into her crib, he takes your hand and kisses it, leading you back to your bedroom. He closes the door and pulls you into his arms, a warm, familiar embrace. He slowly sways you in his arms as if there is some unheard music in the room.

“What’s all this, husband?” You ask curiously, sliding your hands around his neck.

“I’ve missed you, wife,” he smiles down at you. 

“I’ve always been right here with you,” you laugh, a little puzzled.

“No, I mean, I’ve missed you. Us. Our lovemaking,” he explains in a hushed voice, his hands caressing your back.

“Ohhh,” it’s been six weeks since you’ve given birth, but it’s been such a whirlwind you haven’t had the time or energy for intimacy. 

You made love right up until the baby was born, he loved your pregnant body so much, and your hormones were raging. Now, well, you know you’re not back to how you used to look, making you nervous. 

“Benedict, my body is….” you trail off, unlooping your hands from around him.

“If you are not ready, my love, it’s alright,” he placates softly.

“No, it’s not that,” you lace fingers with his, “my body is different, and I’m worried you… you won’t desire me as much as before,” you confess, looking down.

“My love,” he raises your chin with two fingers, “do not worry about such things. You brought life into this world. A tiny perfect human I could not love more. I love you for doing that. Your body is amazing my darling. I will always desire you,” he reassures kissing your face, “let me show you just how much? Hmm?” He hums, takes both hands, and leads you towards the bed.

“Take off your nightgown,” he requests while you are still standing.

You do so under his intense gaze. Now naked before him.

“Oh my darling, how could you ever think I wouldn’t desire you?” He shutters and pulls you against his body so you can feel his desire. “You look so beautiful,” he murmurs and kisses you deeply. 

Then he drops to his knees, burying his face into your breasts. 

“It's a marvel you can make our baby grow and thrive just by feeding her,” he whispers reverentially, delicately kissing your flesh, so sensitive now. You moan quietly as he circles your nipples with his tongue, lightly cupping and squeezing your enlarged breasts. “You feel so wonderful and soft, and I just want to bury my face into you.”

Then his hands sweep lower onto your belly, still somewhat rounded and loose. This is where you are most self-conscious. You attempt to pull his hands away, ashamed of your new shape.

“Stop it, my darling,” he insists, “let me touch you. Your body has carried our darling girl for many months. You are a wonder,” he asserts, dropping further onto his haunches and nuzzling into your rounded shape, kissing your feathery stretch marks. He hugs his arms around you and looks up at you, gazing down at him. “Get on the bed, my love,” he asks duskily, his lips on your belly button.

You shuffle back onto the bed, making yourself comfortable against the pillows and watch as he strips off his shirt, exposing his toned body he knows you love. He makes a little show for you as you unconsciously run your hands over your body to quell the excitement you feel humming on your skin. As he unbuttons his trousers, your hand sinks between your legs, and your breath hitches as he exposes himself, just as you catch your clit against your fingertips.

“Oh, I love to see you touch yourself,” he groans quietly, prowling up onto the bed on all fours, naked now.

He takes the hand between your legs and sucks your fingers into his mouth, tasting you and humming his approval. He kisses you deeply, so you taste your desire on his tongue, gently running his hands over your body. 

“You are so beautiful and so utterly womanly… I love you like this,” he confesses as you brush your hands into his hair and pull him back into another kiss.

“Please make love to me,” you whisper self-indulgently.

He dusts his lips over your chin and down your neck, nudging your jaw upwards so he can lathe over your sensitive skin there. He shifts lower and drops kisses all over, mapping your skin with his lips. Spending ages tracing his tongue over every part of your body, the crook of your elbow, the dip of your waist, the top of your kneecaps, whispering beautiful words, setting your senses alight. He avoids your breasts and between your legs, the anticipation burning bright in your belly. 

You are beyond ready for him to sink into you, a warm tingling over your scalp and a shiver running down your spine as he settles over you again. Your legs open on instinct as he slots his warm thigh between them, his warm flesh covering your own. His leg flexes slightly, and you gasp and grab his forearms as he moves a little—the meat of his muscle and light hairs catch deliciously on your most sensitive spot. 

“Does that feel good?” he asks huskily as you flex your hips against his movements.

“Yes,” you gasp. He teeths the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, his movements quite pronounced now, his solid cock rubbing against the swell of your belly as he slides his thigh heavily against you.

He dives in for a breath-stealing kiss and pushes your legs further apart, slipping lower and settling between them.

“Are you ready, my love?” He inquires sweetly, holding your gaze as you feel his cock nudging soft strokes against your clit.

You just nod with a smile that he returns warmly.

Then you feel him gradually inch inside you. A hot insistent pressure opens you up. He feels much larger than you remember, stretching your walls, your channel clinging hard onto him. This is the longest you’ve been without him inside you, and it feels like the first time again, finally recovered from the birth of your baby. Your breath is a staccato as he slides further, stopping about halfway.

“Are you alright?” He checks, running his fingers tenderly over your cheek.

“Yes, I’ve just forgotten how… well, how big you are, my love,” you answer honestly.

“You flatter me,” he huffs affectionately.

“No, I… to me, it feels like our first time again,” you respond honestly. “When you made me a woman.”

Referencing him taking your innocence makes him growl a little, and he surges the rest of the way into you on instinct, your heavy gasp against his cheek music to his ears.

“Oh, Benedict,” is all you can sigh as you adjust to the sensation of being so filled.

“I love it when you use my name like that,” he confesses, tenderly cupping your jaw and kissing you senseless. As he slides his tongue over yours, he starts to move, and you moan directly into his mouth. 

“I love that I’m the only man who has done this to you,” he adds, talking against your lips. “I love that I got you pregnant, and now we have our darling daughter,” he takes languid thrusts into your body; you feel every vein and ridge against your insides as he does so, the delicious carnal push and pull.

“But mostly, I love you, my darling wife. Thank you for marrying me, making me a father, and for everything you do and are. You are my whole world.” His voice is full of emotion; his hazy blue eyes are fixed on yours as he increases the pace and strength of his thrusts. Energy fizzles over your skin as he brings pleasure to your body, as he envelopes and surrounds you, giving you endless kisses, making you feel precious and cherished. 

One of his hands slips between your bodies, and he catches your clit against his fingertips, watching your face with adoration as your pupils fully dilate, your mouth goes slack, and you pant his name. You feel yourself climbing fast as he rubs tight circles and keeps up his pace inside you. 

Your orgasm hits you like a hot wave, throbbing over your skin, static humming in your head, your fingers digging into the warm flesh of his back as you pulsate with a vice grip around his cock. He moans and captures your screams in his mouth. 

He’s moving faster now, chasing his completion, and you are desperate to feel him come apart inside you, the warmth of his release, a primal urge to want all his seed inside you. 

“Give me another, my love,” you encourage, your hands on his hips coaxing him, spiralling again.

“Another what?” He asked through gritted teeth, his arms looped under your shoulders, his breath wet and hot on your cheek.

“Another child, another one of your beautiful babies. Please, give it to me. Make me with your child again,” you plead, mindless for him, scrapping your nails over his rear, hitching your legs high around his waist, a second orgasm licking at the edge of your conscience.

He growls heavily as you beg him to make you pregnant again, loving the idea as much as you. He stutters your name, losing finesse in his movements, then he stills suddenly, his mouth open over yours. He curls his body in and around you, pulsing hard, taking you over another more gentle precipice with him. It feels visceral and wonderful, and you run your hands over him, kissing everywhere your lips can reach, your body quaking under him.

His smile lights up his whole face as you both recover languidly in each other's arms.

“So you want more babies, my love?” he teases gently, his eyes sparkling. 

You giggle, burying your face against his, your cheeks burning, somewhat bashful about your heated declaration.

“I will give you all the babies you want,” he smirks, giving you a little thrust as he softens inside you. “We are so very good at creating perfect little ones, and you are the most wonderful mother in the world,” he assures.

He withdraws slowly from you and curls himself protectively around your back, his arm looped around your belly, stroking gently. 

“How are you feeling? I wasn't too rough with you, was I?” his voice concerned.

“You were perfect,” you assure, placing your hand over his and snuggling backwards, twisting over your shoulder to kiss him. 

He smiles against your lips, and with declarations of love, you fall asleep together like that, bodies pressed together, hands entwined, lips touching. Blissful.

Benedict taglist: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @wysteria-clad @colettebrontee @aintnuthinbutahounddog @severewobblerlightdragon @margofiore @writergirl-2001 @heeyyyou @enichole445 @chaoticcalzoneranchsports @enchantedbytomandhenry

[candied-boys]

This poor little guy and Dr Frankenstein right there taking selfies with his "creation" 🤦‍♀️

[halfwayhearted]

lamine girlfriend being so happy that he’s finally taking the time to rest, like he tells her he’s not playing and he’s not going with the national team and she almost cries because she’s always so stressed that he’s pushing himself too much

Baby, I Love You — Lamine Yamal.

Pairing: Lamine Yamal x Fem!Reader

Summary: After an intense amount of worrying about your boyfriend and his constant urge to play, he shares some news with you that leaves you feeling both worried and relieved.

Word Count: 465+

Disclaimer/s — None really, just comfort/and fluff.

A/N: And then you open TikTok and see him dancing bachata to Aventura 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ boy PLEASE.

It was nearing midnight when you received a text from Lamine asking if he could come over. It was never unusual for him to ask, but considering he had a game to practice for, you couldn’t stop the small pang of confusion that rose within you.

You opened the boy’s message and replied back quickly, ‘Hi, of course. I’ll leave the door unlocked.’

With nothing else to do but wait, you decided you’d finish up your homework, not even noticing the sight of your door slowly creaking open.

It wasn’t until you saw his figure from the corner of your eye that you gasped and jumped up, your eyes narrowing when you heard Lamine laugh.

“Lamine—no call, no text, not even a greeting!?” You exclaimed, covering your face with your hands. “Oh, my God. I can’t even look at you.”

Hearing his footsteps toward you, he uses his hands to pry your own away from your face. “I’m sorry! You said it’d be unlocked. I thought you’d be, I don’t know, waiting for me or something.”

“Well! You thought—whatever. Sit! Sit! Tell me about your day. Did something happen or…?”

Doing as told, he moves to sit on your chair, and that’s when you notice something’s wrong. It takes you a few seconds to realize, but it clicks—he has a limp. “Wait. Lamine, what happened?”

“I’m not able to play for Spain,” he grumbled.

That wasn’t what you were referring to, yet the relief you felt was unmistakable. He could rest, but at what cost? “I’m sorry. Because of that?”

Following your line of sight, Lamine offers a small chuckle and nods. “Yeah, because of that. I’m out for the break. Might be even more, I’m not sure.”

You stand up and plop down beside him. “You’ll be back. Even better and even stronger. Not that you weren’t already before. Does it hurt at all?”

“Only if I apply too much pressure on it. Nothing an ice pack can’t fix. Or help lessen the pain.”

“Ice pack,” you repeat quietly. “I’ll be right back.”

“I don’t need one now—hey,” Lamine frowned when you stand up, his hands finding both of yours. “It’s fine. Can we just… do something?”

“Sorry, of course. We can build Legos, watch a movie, a show, or just lay down. Your choice!”

“What were you doing before I came and—”

“Scared me? I was just finishing up homework.”

Your answer does absolutely nothing but make his expression morph into one of disgust, eliciting a laugh from you. “I thought so. Lay down, go on your phone, I’ll be done super soon, okay?”

“Take your time,” he hums. “Can I sleep over?”

With a shrug, you smile and say, “Well, you’re already here. I don’t really see why you can’t.”

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DT(s) — @planetpedri + @spidybaby + @iovepoem + @sakashq + @joaoflms ! ౨ৎ

[jrkyy]

Covid era nelson 🤦‍♀️

[o4o41]

The '12🤦‍♀️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦🤦🤦‍♀️

03 shredder: I want to kill a 15 year old because he refused to join me

12 shredder: I want to kill my brother because the woman we both loved chose him over me

87 shredder: you both have rejection issues

[didalexiabreakupwitholgaisback]

What’s caused these comments by Mariona? Do you have any theories?

honestly, it was the timing with her book release! obviously, mariona had this event planned at casa seat way ahead of time to celebrate her book coming out and there was media to ask her questions about it. and so she probably didn't want to frame rfef in a negative light a few days before going to madrid for the concentration. and probably also didn't want to contradict what was in her book...

but mariona should have worked on some pre-rehearsed responses with her team and agent yesterday before doing media because it was inevitable that she would have been asked these types of questions! 🤦‍♀️

i think mariona's personality type is not being super outspoken and not wanting to 'rock the boat' (unlike a lola or aitana who have given multiple interviews on rfef). she was vilda's favourite for a reason because of her never complaining in the light of her injuries and being overworked and abused by the national team. that's why when she joined 'las 15' it was a deeper betrayal to vilda and she was punished even more. 🤷‍♀️

i wouldn't write off mariona completely about this. i honestly think it was a lack of media training and preparation. irene is one of mariona's closest friends and there is no way she would have intentionally spoken bad about her or anything like that. and the other players know that, so this is not going to affect anything between her and the others. but disappointing if the right way to describe it. she should have done better with her words! 🙏

yes, atletí was the big team back in the day. a lot of big female footballers played for atletí at some point before barça got to its prominence, including mapi! but thankfully history turned out the way it did (although i do think mariona would have eventually made her way to barça anyway! 😄)

and i don't think mariona has a place in barcelona because most of the time she goes home to mallorca, and she was in barça housing when she was here. but i'm sure her team arranges accommodation and she has tons of friends here too!

[lemon-slushie]

Men want a crazy bitch but chicken out when she fr crazy 🤦‍♀️

[idontoweuanything411]

Christmas card ahh picture like yall NOT a happy family🤦‍♀️

[theladyofshalott1989]

I was ridding my phone of old photos to make room for more (storage issues; am I right, or am I right? 😂), and I found my first “photo” of Damien from March 2023. Hilariously, it’s not even a screenshot. I was one of those people that took a photo of my monitor. 🤣

I also found my first photo of Sebastian and Damien together. I just confirmed that I took this the week I posted the first chapter of “Like Moths to a Flame” on Wattpad. It’s also a monitor photo 🤦‍♀️😂:

I love them so much though 🥹🥹🥹