#buena mom

[newlunapastel]

💪💚💥Everyone Loves it! and Not Just because They Get Free T-Shirts!💥💚💪

tbh it took me days to finish the piece (the shading took me longer than i thought) but i really loved how it looked, i have nothing much to say but, Enjoy! ✨✨

[muchalucha-art]

In honor of @newlunapastel 's fantastic Buena Mom art...It's all Buena.

[themyscirah]

Saw DC trending and got scared (especially when I realized it was TUESDAY) only to see it was another false alarm. This website can't keep doing this to me 😭😭😭

[emkaniff]

someone (either ironically or seriously idk anymore) suggested moving israel to florida and like. While this could never work for many reasons…it would be so funny and actually perfect for me personally .

[jukeboxofjellycat]

Goodnight, sleep tight! 💤🐇🐇

artist: jessbirchamillustration

[midi4ri0love]

hoy mi mamá y yo fuimos a comprarle zapatos, pero luego mi mamá vio el bolso de mis sueños — un bolso negro, súper-chic, "hot-girl", inspirado en Serena-van-der-Woodsen — ¡amor a primera vista!

Así que... ya tengo un bolso supercalifragilisticoexpialidoso✨

🩷☕️💯💫🧣🥀🍁⭐️💋👠☕️

(parecido a este pero negro con detalles plateados)

[bardakaiyra]

Un momento de descanso y algo de comida que había sacado de algún lado. Así se encontraba en la terraza, disfrutando aquel instante y escapando de sus labores y del cuidado de otros, algo que necesitaba, especialmente cuando tenía un momento solo para ella. Unas acciones ajenas la sacaron de su trance, y observó la escena frente a ella, donde aquel felino parecía disfrutar más de la compañía de la otra persona que de la de Kayra. Soltó una risa.

—Ah, lo entiendo… —se alejó un poco del lugar para darles espacio a ambos—. Creo que no debe olerme porque ahora tengo a los perros —comentó—. Créeme, mi ropa tiene pelos de ellos y su esencia —dijo, sacando unos pelitos de sus animales de lo que llevaba, para luego dejarlos caer por ahí—. Pero este es un descarado; parece que solo busca cariño y que le den comida —bromeó.

TERRAZA

rol de vigilancia no era su favorito, aún así, se había dispuesto a recorrer los diferentes espacios con cautela. al encontrarse en la terraza, pensó que sería el momento ideal para un descanso. mas un leve ruido irrumpió en sus alrededores, llamando su atención y dando presencia a la figura de un negro felino. 'claro, otro espíritu que decidió unirse a mí' vociferó en voz alta, sintiendo que además del animal también había una persona junto a ella 'lo creas o no, tengo ese efecto en los gatos...' y en los espectros, pensó. cuando creyó su sorpresa finalizó, el felino decidió comenzar a trepar su pierna, descolocándola por completo. resignada, entre risas, intentó apartarlo suavemente 'qué descarado' resaltó completamente divertida ' ¿sabes? mis admiradores suelen ser un poco más sutiles'

[omanatascha]

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[undyinglantern]

You know, I do have exactly one aunt who I remember would explicitly choose not to shave and like. As a kid I always found that a bit strange but I never particularly thought it was gross or anything either

[newlunapastel]

it will be finished quite soon…

[harri-pottr]

— ¡Cállate!— Usó toda su fuerza para empujarlo contra la pared. Quizá si alguien los veía entonces la seguridad del hospital llegaría para sacarlo, pero la única persona que se apareció en el lugar fue su madre.

—Meterse en donde no lo llaman, eso es lo que está haciendo. Estaba en la habitación de Adam.— No entendía cómo es que él lograba sentirse con derecho a hacer esa clase de cosas, aún más con dos personas que no tenían absolutamente nada que ver con él.— El abuelo podría ser de ayuda por una vez y mantenerlo ocupado lejos de aquí.— Claro que sabiendo lo que sabía, el que su abuelo intentara ayudar a Albus era algo que no podía descartar.

albus-potter​:

harri-pottr​:

. Ahora que había comenzado no iba a poder parar. El enojo acumulado de años hacía sus manos temblar. En ese momento no podía pensar en otra cosa mas que en regresarle un poco de todo lo que había hecho.

— ¿Quién te dijo que eras de ayuda? Eres un estorbo en la vida de todos pero son demasiado cobardes para decírtelo. — No necesitaba saber qué había estado haciendo en esos años, estaba segura que solo se había dedicado a dar más problemas. — No, tienes razón: es muy difícil darles más de cinco minutos de mi atención cada día, no desaparecer solo porque sí ni decirle a otras personas que arruinaron mi vida solo por existir. — Le soltó un par de golpes más sin poder creer lo que él estaba diciendo. Era completamente ridículo que quisiera hablarle sobre lo difícil que era criar a alguien más, como si él hubiera estado presente cuando era necesario. 

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— Ya sé, lo merezco… Está bien si ésto te hace sentir mejor— dijo ahora sin evitar los golpes, además esperaba que de lejos no fueran tan notorios y que si alguien los miraba, seguramente que los echarían definitivamente del lugar.

Al final, dejó escapar un suspiro. Por supuesto, no iba a echarse a llorar, probablemente no decir nada más era lo más adecuado pero no era su estilo quedarse callado.

— Por favor, recuerda que te quiero… — dijo apresuradamente, mirando de frente una figura conocida que se acercaba a toda prisa hacia ellos. Se alejó un par de pasos aunque no había escapatoria.

@emb-johansson​

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Solo había salido del hospital para buscar algunas cosas y que Harriet y los niños estuvieran más cómodos. Aún no tenían claro cuánto tiempo tendrían que quedarse para completar su tratamiento y mientras más cómodos pudieran sentirse con algunos juguetes y libros, sería mejor. Iba en dirección a la habitación de ambos cuando se encontró con Harriet con la última persona que ella desearía ver. 

— ¿Qué crees que estás haciendo aquí? — No era necesario preguntar si es que algo andaba mal. La expresión en el rostro de su hija y Albus pareciendo que quería huir era todo lo que necesitaba. Pero eso no era todo, si ella estaba así de molesta era porque los niños tenían algo que ver. 

— ¿No tienes nada mejor qué hacer que venir a molestarla justo ahora? — Tendría que hablar con el señor Potter para mantener a Albus lleno de trabajo y evitar que se apareciera en el hospital para fastidiar a los demás. 

[moviestarmartini]

ella es mi fiesta — jude bellingham x hispanic!reader

es la favorita, la mujer más buena / la que más me gusta de todas las nenas / es la mamacita, se me agua la boca / que no más las miro y todo me provoca.

summary: jude has completed his move to madrid, and while you watch him shine, you've got a wedding to plan.

wc: 3.1k

warnings: wedding!! tried not to specify much so it adapts to everything (methinks), good mother/daughter relationship lol, short nsfw but still 18+, brief female masturbation, unprotected sex (not endorsing it!!!), lots and lots of sappy crying, smau at both the beginning and the end, sentences in spanish, a paragraph in spanish will be translated at the end hehe

previous part

A bigger, brighter spotlight started to shine on your fiancé. 

You knew Jude deserved that and more, and you were more than satisfied with his success. If college wasn’t occupying your nights, you saw him at the Bernabeu whenever you could, preferring to sit outside than inside the VIP boxes to feel la afición you grew up with. Feel that passion and support surrounding you, coursing through your veins. 

Nothing had really changed; you still supported him through thick and thin. You cried when he scored a brace against Barcelona, and held him close after the endless recovery hours when he was injured. The fact he was physically closer only improved your relationship further. 

You never knew how much you needed to have him close by. 

But being at Real Madrid had its disadvantages. You barely got to hang out around campus to avoid people asking too many questions, wanting to know more about your relationship with the golden boy. But most of this chatter wasn't even questions about you or him, they were directed towards your relationship. 

The same comments you’d read on Twitter and his Instagram Posts— not yours, considering you decided to keep your account private for the time being. Things ranging from your age, the time you’ve been dating before the proposal to downright wishing you wouldn’t even make it to the wedding and just cancel the engagement. 

You’d discussed these comments with Jude, and his reassurance was more than enough to keep you at peace about your relationship. But the criticism only made your body burn with the necessity to prove everyone wrong. So you kept your head down, concentrating on your studies and planning the wedding on the side. You had bimonthly reports to Jude about the progress of everything, though Denise had been a godsend this whole time. Any decision you needed an opinion on, she was there to provide the most helpful insight when Jude wasn’t able.  

As he settled into the team, the teammates he grew closer to got to meet you, all of them absolutely adoring you and the pair you made with the englishman. 

“When are we getting our wedding party ask? Cama here wants to be the flower man.” Tchouameni joked, elbowing his fellow french national on the ribs as the group exploded with laughter. 

During one of the international breaks Jude surprised you with his return by joining you during a cake tasting. He wasn’t fully recovered from the injury and was sent back, having taken a few hours off to be with his ‘best girl’— he said himself. 

“Shoo, or I’m going to report to the mister that you’re playing hooky.” You stuck your tongue out while dropping him off at Ciudad Real Madrid for his recovery training. The truth was, you had a dress fitting that afternoon. Your mom, Denise, your cousin and your best friend were in attendance. 

You’d find your dream dress at a boutique in the city center, the streets crowded enough for people to recognize you and snap a few blurry pictures entering the shop. None of those wearing the dress, thank goodness, but by the time you found out people started to realize you and Jude were actually getting married that year, you were too elated to care. The dress fit like a glove, and your mom couldn’t help but sob by seeing you in it. She bought it on the spot without much consideration, and considering you were the only girl in your nuclear home, your mother was going all out for her little girl’s wedding. 

As the temperatures dropped, the planning became more frantic. You had fifty calls to make every single day confirming everything, keeping Jude updated and checking one last time for the RSVPs. As November edged in, you only felt more and more nervous. 

“Are we too insane for this? We should’ve waited for two years from now maybe…” You wondered out loud to Jude as you finished the engagement photoshoot. Brunch was your thing, so it was a playful twist on the theme. 

“Look at me,” He incited, taking your face in his hand. His eyes were full of reassurance, and it always surprised you to see how he never doubted anything for a second. “I’ll do whatever you ask of me. If you want to delay it for fifteen years I’ll wait patiently.” The photographer was already packing up his things, but perked up when he noticed the intimate moment going on. He didn’t interrupt, just taking a few candids. 

His understanding just melted away any doubts instead of reinforcing them. You scooted closer in your chair. “I’m not moving anything. The wedding’s in a month, and I couldn’t be happier.” You cooed, your fiancé humming happily as he kissed your forehead. 

When you received the pictures you came to notice those candids turned out to be your favorites. Not that the others looked bad— on the contrary, you both looked stunning— but they transported you back into that moment full of reassurance and love. 

Before you knew it, the last game of the season transpired, along with your last class before exam season took place in January after your Winter vacations. 

After your wedding. 

For your bachelor and bachelorette parties respectively the two of you decided to celebrate during the day so that night the rehearsal dinner could take place at the same cozy chateau the wedding was taking place the next day. It was more of a mixer than anything else, considering Jude had guests come from all over to the event. All of them you knew, since you both agreed to keep it tight knit on both sides. There had also been a sworn secrecy, you’ve giggled for hours reading Twitter threads speculating when your wedding was taking place when it was literally happening right under their noses. 

It had been an hour or so since the last of the guests either drove home or crossed over to stay at the boutique hotel nearby. Both of your families were sleeping in the other rooms in the venue, but the matrimonial bedroom was left for your solitude. 

“Can’t sleep either, eh?” You turned to Jude’s husky voice from the bedroom door. You got up with a nod, watching as he closed the door behind you. “Anxious?” 

“Definitely.” You agreed, pulling him down and into a hug. “Young bride was not something I ever pictured in my resume but that was before I met you.” You muttered, cupping his face and kissing his forehead. 

Jude observed your movements slowly, feeling the cold white gold against his cheek. He turned his face and kissed your palm before taking it in his hand, kissing your fingers, never breaking eye contact. He inched in, nose brushing against you and you knew well enough his intentions. 

“In twenty-four hours we’ll consummate the marriage, Belli-bear; don’t.” You warned him with a playful smile, noticing how he leaned down and kissed your neck slowly. You couldn’t resist, tilting your head back. With all the planning involved, you barely got to see anything of each other, even less intimately. 

“I don’t care.” He grumbled, sliding his hands on your thighs as you stumbled over to the edge of the bed. He sat first, drawing you over to his lap. “I’ve barely seen you in the last two months.” Jude linked your lips together, and you melted right into his lap. It was slow, taking your time. He pulled down the straps of the soft cotton pajamas, letting the top roll down and pool at your waist. 

Your bare chest heaved against his clothed one, and he removed the shirt before his hands cupped your breasts. The tension building up in the room was something you’ve never experienced before; it was mind numbing, almost. 

“I love you.” You muttered something you’ve said so many times previously, but it felt like the first time. You noticed how he swallowed hard, his eyes looking up at you with utter admiration. Instead of replying right away, his hand sneaked under the matching shorts, past your underwear. Your breath hitched, his middle fingers drawing circles slowly. 

“Yo también te amo.” He replied, licking his lips. You slightly raised your brows in surprise; it was usually the other way around. You said it in Spanish and he replied in English. Now his tongue spoke your language with ease each day. Your mouth twitched lightly into a smile, interrupted by a moan as he gathered the slick pooling around his fingers. 

“Let me take you, please.” His begging was sincere, knowing you could easily decline and follow traditions. Not that you hadn’t done it before, but maybe right before your wedding was pushing it. “I’m too eager… I don’t think I can wait until tomorrow. 

You have been feeling his boner pressing against your thigh for a while now, yet again adding to his honesty. Your thoughts were racing a hundred miles per hour, but you concluded there was nothing traditional about this in the first place. The two of you were bending the rules over backwards from the day you met. A smile still rose to your lips, pulling him into a kiss and pushing him onto the bed. 

“Take me now. Tomorrow you’ll do it forever.” You brushed your nose against his, and he switched places to lay on top of you. Without wasting any time he pulled your pajama shorts and underwear down, his own following soon after. 

“Uh, fuck— I forgot,” He looked around the room, trying to figure out if you’d brought any condoms. You pulled his face towards yours, cupping his jaw in your fingers. 

“I’ll take a pill tomorrow.” You noticed how his eyes shone in a way you’d never noticed before, and he caught your lips in his once more, brushing his tip against your entrance. You mewled, feeling the stretch and embracing it warmly. Your fiancé held you against his chest, kissing the top of your head. 

“You feel so warm,” He practically whined, starting to draw out long thrusts. You could barely reply to the praise, trying to keep your moans muffled by hiding your face in his neck. “So perfect for me, my girl.” 

He knew those strained moans like the back of his hand, the kind where you seemed to be choking on air. The way your cunt squeezed him was enough indication. “Yes, baby. Do it, cum for me.” You exhaled in a way it was apparent the permission lifted a weight off your shoulders. He held you closer to his body, allowing your moans to leave your mouth more freely without escaping those four walls. 

The stutter of his hips that came soon after, followed by a string of curses gave away that Jude was close too. You kissed his strong shoulders, giving him words of encouragement as he perched your legs over his shoulders and started a painful pace to find his release. Still, he looked down at you with a fondness that made your heart melt, leaning down for a final kiss as he pulled out and shot ropes of white to cover your lower tummy. 

“How about a warm bath?” He proposed tenderly, and you couldn’t have said no, even if you wanted to. Without even noticing you fell asleep curled up in his chest, the light steam surrounding your bodies. 

You woke up the next day to the empty bed, haven’t felt so well rested in a while. There was some chatter going on downstairs, and you peaked from the bedroom window to notice staff being led by your mother and soon to be mother-in-law assembling the ceremony venue in the vast backyard. The reality soon dawned upon you, and you wanted to throw up from the nerves and scream in glee. 

But that was the last time you were left alone with your thoughts, as a soft knock rang through the room. “Coming! Denme dos minutos!” You sprung up from the bed, quickly fixing the bed and slipping into the silk slip dress you bought for the whole ‘getting ready’ part of it. The house had a great heating system from the dropping temperatures, but you still got a matching bolero in cashmere. Upon opening the door you were greeted by your small wedding party, consisting of your cousin and best friend. Your other female family members were getting ready with you with the same team of hair and makeup. 

The greeting hugs everyone gave you were so different. They were full of warmth, positivity. You had to hold back tears when your mom hugged you, easing up all your nerves. It was as if they were confirming to you that they were there for you, sending all the well wishes for the years to come with a simple embrace. 

You had your favorite breakfast with mimosas before getting ready. Music was blasting, everyone was chatting it up and helping each other. It felt as though you were getting ready for a regular party, until your brother came knocking at the door. “Delivery for the bride.” He smiled, and the room full of women squealed. You were done with your hair already but you were going to be the last to get your makeup done. 

With a smile you kissed your brother on the cheek before ushering him out the door, taking a hold of the large box and placing it on the bed. Upon removing the lid, you gasped at the delicately placed bouquet, the one you were going to be walking down the aisle with. 

“You like it? I helped him choose. He assembled it himself last night after everyone was gone.” Denise came up to you with a warm smile, and you couldn’t help but give her a tearful nod, setting the flowers aside to give her a tight hug. You figured this whole thing was a big change for her, considering how much of a mama’s boy Jude was. 

But that embrace felt just like the others; full of support and well wishes. 

In no time your makeup started and the women got dressed, only leaving your mum to help you with the dress and the veil. “Ay mi princesa.” She exhaled, fanning her eyes as you took a step back to look at yourself in front of the mirror. You took a deep breath in, having to hold back the need to start crying. Your dream wedding dress fit you as perfectly as it did on the first fitting, and the lacy veil was as perfect as it was on your mother all those years back. 

“I think we should head downstairs. Get some pictures of our family together. Jude should be waiting outside already, so there would be no peeking.” She laughed, carefully cleaning away the tears right at the edge of her eyes. 

The following reactions were similar. Your father looked as though he was about to pass out, and your brother was left speechless. But you only cared about one reaction, and you stood perfect for the family pictures as you could only imagine how Jude would react. 

Still the anticipation couldn’t have prepared you to see him shedding real tears as you walked down the garden, unable to stop looking at you. And for a second there, you swore it was just you and him in the entire planet. 

You couldn’t stop looking at each other throughout the whole thing, no matter if you were supposed to look at the officiant. You said your vows first, eyes brimming with tears. “Most importantly, I love how you make me think I’m the brightest star in the world, no matter how bad either of us are feeling. And I promise I’ll drive you everywhere for the rest of our lives, don’t get that license, amor.” You finished with a bitter sweet chuckle. But you couldn’t have expected what Jude had to say next. 

“Uh, I’ve been practicing my vows for the past six months. If there’s any mistakes, just… keep it to yourselves.” The audience chuckled lightly, but they were as intrigued as you were. He started out by saying your name, almost breathless, “Siempre te he dicho que eres la razón por la que creo en el amor a primera vista.” You choked out a sob, as people in the audience gasped. 

Jude had written and learned his vows in Spanish. Without telling a soul. 

He apparently grew more confident, sucking a big breath in. “Y hoy, puedo decir con toda certeza que creo en el amor sincero y eterno. Todo por ti, preciosa,” His bottom lip quivered, noticing how you were made a mess, eyes full of tears. 

“Eres la estrella que alumbra mis días. Mi chauffeur que me lleva a todos los lugares sin que se lo pida.” He cleared his throat, inhaling the tears in. “Gracias por confiar en mí y en nuestro amor para llegar aquí hoy. Te amo.” 

You smiled at him warmly, and knew he would tease you later for having matching vows without knowing. The rest of the ceremony flew by, and Jude really took the ‘you may kiss the bride’ part too seriously. 

“I can’t believe you copied me…” He huffed as you made way inside the mansion, waiting in a separate room for your entrance. “…Mrs. Bellingham.” He practically giggled, and you laughed from the mirror as you were retouching your makeup.

“You’re the one that copied me! I said my vows first, idiot!” You joked, finishing the lip combo before getting to his side, holding his hand to do your entrance to the dining hall. The nerves filled you up and he noticed from the way you shifted your weight from one side to another. 

He kissed your hand and winked, and you knew everything was going to be alright. 

You found out that night most of your guests were hefty drinkers, or at least they had decided to be so for that particular occasion. But you also found out later that night that thank God you ‘consummated your marriage’ the previous night, considering you had to ask for a few of his fellow athlete friends to carry him up to the newlywed couple’s bedroom. You later laid there staring at the ceiling, stomach churning from… anticipation? The drinks? 

But even as Jude was snoring right next to you, you knew deep down everything was going to be alright. 

For the rest of your lives together.

judebellingham mr. and mrs. b 🤍

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A/N: my bf still says we can't get married so enjoyyy this delusion i'm using to cope KFDSKLSDFKLV lowk did my dream wedding here but it wasn't at the same time. hope everyone enjoyed this sappy sappy short series !! the translation to jude’s wedding vows are in that lil note in the smau !!!

[pedrithink]

dream family ✩ pedri gonzalez

couple: pedri x reader! messi

request: im on my knees begging for a messi reader x pedri 🙏🏼 soc med au or oneshot i will take what i can get

face claim: olivia grivas

NOW: Inter Miami CF Press Conference | Lionel Messi

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user1 messi showing all his support for pedri's relationship with his daughter, how nice to see him so happy enjoying life with his family.

user2 it’s actually a tragedy that we won’t get to see Messi and Pedri play together again, pretty sure that yn would love to watch this masterpiece too. her boyfriend with her father 🔥

user3 for messi, pedri is one of the best talents in world football. they enjoyed looking for each other in the short time they played together.

user4 @user3 bring them back please 😭

user5 messi's children are everything to him, so if he supports this relationship it's because he trusts pedri 🥺

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ynmessi miami days with mom and dad 💕✨ estoy tan orgullosa de vós, papá. te quiero muchísimo! gracias por todo lo que has hecho por mí y no sabes la inspiración que sos para mí. 💗💖💕💞

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antonelaroccuzzo mi niña hermosa, la mas linda y buena ❤️❤️ te queremos muchooooo 🥰❤️❤️

ynmessi @antonelaroccuzzo te quiero, má 💖

leomessi te quiero hija 😘❤️

ynmessi te quiero, pá 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

user1 your father is a LEGEND

user2 yn, what brand are your pants and top?

pedri 😍😍

ynmessi @pedri 💗🫶🏻

user3 guapaaaaas y el capitán más hermoso del mundo 😍 (pretties and the most beautiful captain in the world)

user4 la mujer y la hija del 10 no se mira (we cannot look at 10's wife and daughter)

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ynmessi happiest birthday with my favorite people 💐 thank you for the love everyone - heart is so full 💝🥺

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antonelaroccuzzo siempre quiero verte feliz, mi niña 🥰

ynmessi @antonelaroccuzzo lo mismo, mamá. no puedo expresar o tanto qué te quiero 💝

user5 MESSI AND PEDRI OMG HOW MUCH I MISS THIS DUO

user6 imagine having messi and pedri at your birthday party and at the same time them being your father and boyfriend! YN WON IN LIFE

user7 the way yn and pedri treat each other is so cute 😞

leomessi 😍❤️

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[starandcloud]

Shameless

42!Miles This has some NSFW themes if that's not your thing don't extend it

The arousal sat heavy in the room his hand was tangled in her hair. She was pulled tight against him. His hand was clamped onto her waist. The kiss was messy and driven by lust. When it broke he started to gently bite and kiss at her neck, the sounds he earned made his brain fog.

"Joder… Suenas tan bonita…"

He mumbled out against her neck as he licked over the sensitive skin, his hands were resting under her shirt. Against her skin. Miles had pulled away from her long enough to take her shirt off when she decided to return the favor. Her lips were attached to his neck, leaving purple-ish marks wherever they touched. His thumbs rubbed circles against her waist as he rested his head on her shoulder, egging her on. Gentle praises came from him as she left her marks on his skin.

"Así, sin más…"

This felt like heaven. Her lips brought gentle moans from him as she abused the sensitive skin of his neck.

"Buena chica… Joder…"

His groans and whimpers only pushed her on. His shirt came off and he was down against his mattress and her lips are back on his skin. Putting her marks on his chest and collarbones, knowing he wouldn't cover those. The only people that would see those are the kids in the locker room and you. The ones on his neck everyone, excluding his mom, would see. His fingers dug into her skin, leaning little crescents where his nails bit her skin. Making her shiver.

"Tan buena chica…"

He praised as he pulled her into a kiss. His neck and chest were littered with hickies, it was only far she got the same.

Her soft moans and whimpers were heaven to his ears. The way she tried to hid while he left dark marks against her porcelain skin. Miles' hands danced up her back and unclipped the bra, as much as he loved the sight of her in it. He loved the sight of her skin more. Gently kissing her chest he felt her shiver, making him smirk. He was gentle when he laid her down against the pillows, making sure his girl was comfortable he gently sunk his teeth into her thighs. Making her back arch lightly and her hand fly to cover her mouth, just like he knew she would. Miles' knew his girl like the back of his hand, even when he was completely inside her. He knew what she would do.

Her nails scratched against his skin as he buried his face in her neck.

"Joder... Mi niña bonita..."

He kissed at her neck as his hips slowly moved, he knew how to please her. Her body language gave it away. Her breath hitching slightly when he did something she liked or how she would whimper and whine and beg him to move faster and harder. Miles would, but not at first. Never at first. Even if that had already had sex that day, or even the night before, he was always. Always. Gentle with her.

Laying in his bed, he held her close. Her fucked-out babbling filled his ears as he chuckled softly, rubbing her back as he listened. He planted kisses on her face, making her giggle. Her hair wet from the shower. Miles held her tight as she started to drift off to sleep. His nose was buried in her neck. She smelled like Vanilla The smell of Sex, Vanilla, and Cherries filled the room. This was a something he could get used to.

Miles was Shameless

Así de simple = Just like that Suenas tan bonita = You sound so pretty Buena chica = Good Girl Joder = Fuck Tan buena chica = Such a good girl Mi niña bonita = My pretty girl

[fairytsuk1]

Alex baby daddy pt3 😞🙏🏻

baby daddy alex pt.3

pt. 1, pt. 2

you knew the moment alex saw you, it was over. you’d been welcomed to the holiday party with open arms; alex’s family never shied away from reminding you that you were not only family, but, “¡eres la madre de nuestro bebe! debes ser con nosotros.” you’re the mother of our baby! you should be with us.

alex had no problem letting his mom talk his ear off on how to win you back. in fact, he had a couple ideas of his own. there’s just one small problem as his mother settles a hand over his, “todo va ser bien, mijo.” it’ll all be fine, my son.

“dejame un minuto,” he excuses himself and squeezes her hand before making a beeline towards you.

there you were, in his favorite red dress—the one with the slight frills at the bottom, the one that accentuated your waist and flared for your perky butt. yes, that one. and who was lucky person eyeing you up like a Christmas dessert?

his cousin, “a-and I said, I’ve never even heard of that brand! let alone seen in!”

he practically keels over from laughter at his own joke, heavy hand on your shoulder as you politely smile. no, no no no.

“ah, still telling jokes about why you got fired, huh?”

your eyes give him a scandalized look, but alex merely smiles and greets you with a kiss on the cheek, “buenas noches, mi amor.”

you blush and shy away like the fawn you are. there was something so alluring about you, from the way you crossed your legs as you stood to how your hair fell in perfect little ringlets around your face.

“hey! you know i just got my unemployment, and—“

he blatantly ignores his family member, and your gut stirs at the dark look in his eyes.

“i need to speak to you about itzel.”

“what, why? is she okay?”

“she’s fine,” alex’s sharp eyes flit over to his cousin in a death stare. “but we should go somewhere private.”

you weren’t expecting to be railed in the bathroom, fingers barely maintaining their grip on the counter as alex fucks up into you. he stares at you in the midst through the mirror; a bead of sweat rolls down his cheek as he presses his flushed tip against your fluttering walls to slide home.

“god—fuck. y-you come to my family’s party, like this? looking sososo fucking good, i couldn’t help but take you away, princesa.”

you choke out a moan, going on your toes to try and escape his punishing thrust. it’s futile with how alex flexes and brings your ass back to ‘pap’ against his hips, “i just, i-it’s a christma—aah! alex, fuck!”

“you’re still my wife. you might’ve, ngh, signed the papers but you’re still mine,” alex’s weeping cock stretches your gummy walls as he practically humps you. “shiiiit, can’t believe i’m fucking you here. had to give my pretty wife a gift.”

your breathing picks up as alex slams harder. your weeping hole gushes and floods his dick as you take all of him. he carves a spot in you and makes you his.

“alex? are you in there?”

his eyes nearly roll back and you can feel every pulse of him amidst your fluttering walls. he works his lip before replying, “y-yeah. what is it?”

“there’s starting to get ready for dinner—hey, man, i’m sorry if you felt like i was coming onto your girl or something. she’s pretty, a-and you’re divorced so i thought…”

alex’s sneaky hand rubs tight circles over your clit, your breath fogging the mirror as your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy. his balls churn with need and alex has to grunt with the force of holding back from spilling inside you.

“totally fine, man!”

he makes direct eye contact as he fills you with a hand pinning you down so you couldn’t move away. no, you were going to milk every drop of his cum; your pussy floods his cock and drenches his lower stomach. you desperately move your hips as you’re overcome with pleasure.

you know you and alex can’t stay any minute longer. your makeup isn’t too smudged and you’re shaky on your feet as you hastily wipe away remnants of your quickie.

alex fluffs his hair and sighs, before opening the door to greet his cousin with a wide smile. the man is shocked as he steps back, noting the two of you and your less-than-stellar appearance. alex clasps a firm hand on his shoulder, and the scent of sex is clear. alexis keeps an arm around your waist and his cousin can’t help but take in how your legs shake as you merely stand there, flushed and shy.

“she’s not feeling too well. we’ll eat upstairs. you’ll tell them, won’t you?”

a curt nod is his cousin’s response, the look of shock still evident on his wide eyes.

“thanks, man.”

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Dungeon Meshi Characters x Sick Reader

(Platonic, Gn Reader)

AN: Was written with platonic intentions but ig any of them could be read as romantic???? I'm so sick i'm dying which is why i wrote this. That and i wanna get back to writing headcanons when i have the time

Laios:

Will try to get you to eat all sorts of monster parts that are said to give good health. He's trying to help, but some of the stuff he feeds you is questionable....

He will try to perform small healing spells on you if you are in pain.

He would probably ask the rest of the party how to help you and you will end up with a ton of stuff done to you as Laios takes all of their varying advice.

If you snap and tell him to just let you rest he will feel slightly bad for bothering you, but you know he didn't mean any harm by it.

If you want him to keep you company he will info dump about monsters for hours. Don't worry about falling asleep while he's talking, he's just glad you are getting some rest.

"Ahhh... i think they fell asleep. I'll just tell them about this monster when they are feeling better!" He smiles and whispers to himself when he hears your breathing change.

Chilchuck:

Will do all the traditional stuff to help you, but probably isn't well versed in actual medicine.

What he does to help is more like the natural remedies/old wive's tales your mom would give to you. Not all of them are backed by science but he swears they will help and he seems so confident so what choice do you have but to trust him?

If you're nauseous or have a fever he will sit by your side with a cold wet rag and run it over your face.

Will brew you tea and swear it will fix everything (my mom did this w yerba buena tea lol)

Will load you up with citrus fruits if you have a cold.

Is the type of person to tell you to gargle warm salt water if you have a sore throat

He will scold you for getting sick, telling you to take better care of yourself. He will say mean stuff but he's also tenderly staying by your side and caring for you... so like.. do with that what you will.

"Ugh it's such a pain taking care of you, you better not get me sick!" He complains, but he's still by your bedside attending to your every need.

Senshi:

Will cook for you. Expect a LOT of soup while you are sick.

He plans out your meals to have lots of vitamins and nutrients to help you recover faster.

He will sit by your bed and stay with you in silence.

If you want him to talk to you he might tell you stories about his time in the dungeon and all the things he's learned and the people he's met.

He is keeping you SO hydrated you will be forced to drink water constantly.

"If ya don't eat well, yer body won't have what it needs to recover. So take care of yerself and make sure ya eat up!" He says while presenting you with your 3rd bowl of soup today.

Izutsumi:

She does NOT know how to care for a sick person. But she's trying..??

Will cuddle up with you and purr. It gives comfort if nothing else.

She might also lick your hair or otherwise groom you.

If you express concern about her getting sick from being around you she will brush it off saying that as a beastman her immune system is probably better than yours.

Doesn't know how to help you but she's worried about you.

She probably tries to tell you some superstition about sickness she learned from Shuro's party that she believes is totally real.

Might drag Chilchuck or Senshi over to you to take care of you.

Don't expect her to fetch you most of what you need, she will probably sleep more than you do while sick. You can try to wake her up and tell her to get something but she will grumble about it.

"huuh..? You want me to get you food? Why don't you just ask Senshi?" She says while yawning and curling back up in your bed.

Marcille:

Tries her best to look through books she's read to find anything that can help.

She panics quickly and worries the worst will happen even if you are only slightly sick.

Might try to get Falin to help take care of you if she's around.

She probably is more worried about your health then even you are.

She gets overwhelmed and tries a lot of things to fix you but it probably takes Senshi or Falin to remind her that you just need to rest and will get better with time.

She gets very anxious and will stay by you the whole time you are sick. She probably ends up getting sick after you do and you get to take care of a whiny Marcille. (It's ok she's sort of cute while sick)

"*sniffle*, You have to take care of me now cuz you're the reason i got sick!" She whines while curled up in her bed with a disheveled appearance.

Falin:

Will perform healing magic on you if you are in any pain, she will do what she can to sooth your discomfort.

Might cast a spell to put you to sleep if you need the rest.

She's very chill about it and will sit with you and keep you company. She will joke and talk with you while you are in bed.

If you fall asleep she will read or quietly slip out of the room.

You might think she's one of the more level headed ones here and that she wouldn't do anything weird to you. You would be wrong. She is 100% doing some weird thing that's from the village where her and Laios grew up. She's convinced this is good for you even if it's super weird.

She will read stories to you if you get bored. Or she might even come up with stories on the spot to keep you entertained.

"C'mon! Eating raw onions is said to help bring your sense of taste back and help your nose stop being congested!" She says smiling sweetly, meanwhile you're pretty sure she is trying to poison you.