#cumbias

[letras-y-canciones]

Me enamoré de ti ¿y qué?

[pumpomulos]

[bandatelevision]

“You don't have to make something that people call art. Living is an artistic activity, there is an art to getting through the day.” ― Viggo Mortensen ➡️ @gto.kimberly inspiration official memes problems belike problems memes Robert Ovette Brown, CEO Banda Television

[sonora-carrusel]

[poesiachiquita]

[elcarpiocomics]

Trailero cumbiero espacial!!

[djbandeirabeats]

(DjBandeiraBeats)

[djmiltonperu]

CUMBIAS MIX Vol. 64 / DjMilton Peru

[xubunik]

“Instead of worrying about what you cannot control, shift your energy to what you can create.” ― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart ➡️ @humberto.flores.3994 inspiration official memes problems belike problems memes Robert Ovette Brown, CEO Banda Television

[pumpomulos]

[bandatelevision]

“Meditation is a way for nourishing and blossoming the divinity within you.” ― Amit Ray ➡️ @ruben_ipinalv inspiration official memes problems belike problems memes Robert Ovette Brown, CEO Banda Television

[sonora-carrusel]

LA ROBA MARIDOS

[latinotiktok]

Mi Romance con el Chema es real 😍

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Domestic Jason coming home from patrol (through a window preferably 🤭) to you singing and cleaning the apartment

Ima put Latina housewife (me) twist but imagine whatever song you want. Sorry this was too short!

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Time Written - 7:14 p.m

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The bedroom window was open, cream curtains ballooning outboards due to the warm, nightly breeze.

A smell of fresh cleaning products waffed through his nose when he hauls himself inside, catching glances of faint damp patches slowly drying along the hardwood floors.

Loud music played from the kitchen on a propped up tablet, not loud enough to disturb your neighbors, but just enough to prevent you hearing the heavy impact of his boot soles leaving prints along your freshly cleaned floor.

A smile automatically forms on his face at the sight of his girl mopping the kitchen tiles, wearing flops to keep your feet from getting wet. Nearby was a grey bucket half full with a concoction of diluted cleaning ingredients and warm water.

Not a single nerve in Jason’s body wanted to interrupt your work; especially your singing. Believing you were alone, coupling with the loud choice of tunes, you sang along to the lyrics without as much of a care in the world, especially when you believed your singing was awful.

You were his midnight songbird, that’s for sure. He adored your singing voice, even when you missed a few words or exhaled a few things in off pitch. It mattered little to him.

You clearly sang a lot better than he could possibly dance, that’s for certain.

It wasn’t long before you caught witness of red through the corner of your eye whilst you turned, brushing the mop over the same spot along the front of the stove.

“Look all you want, can’t touch without a price,” you tease after standing fully, using your volume buttons on your watch to control the connected tablet’s settings.

“Already put a ring on it, so it’s all free.” Came his quick reply, his smirk still hidden behind his mask.

You’d roll your eyes and scoff, under the supposed assumption that you were too disheveled in the midst of cleaning to receive these words from him.

Again, he didn’t care how you looked or what you were doing.

“Wanna help me with the last bit?” You motioned towards the un-mopped area by your front door.

Out of nowhere, he shifts his gaze elsewhere, purposefully stretching out his arms over his head whilst emitting a loud, over-exaggerated false yawn.

“Actually, think I’m gonna hit it early.”

“Jason,” you call him out, making him laugh and throw his arms back down.

Heavy boots lightly squeak against clean floor when he treads closer as you return the mop to its bucket, hugging your waist close once get got a hold of you.

“Missed you, babygirl.”

“Missed you too,” you smile, amused by his sudden burst of affection. You watch him unclasp his mask, pulling off the front to reveal his ever so handsome face. Dark, slightly silvery curls dampened with sweat nearly cling to his forehead, adding onto his rugged attraction you craved to see every night.

“Could listen to that sweet voice all night,” he hums against your cheek after pressing a kiss against it, trailing down along your neck. “How’s about singin’ a song for me later, hmm?”

Involuntary giggles left you when he found those ticklish, sensitive spots along your skin.

Questions on why he was home at this hour left your mind, all replaced by the feeling him peppering your neck with kisses. His faint stubble added onto the devilishly sweet sensation, making you forget your task.

It wasn’t until he pulled away, your unjustly habit of looking him up and down in his body clinging uniform made you quickly catch his mistake; one he attempted to hide in between pretty comments and loving gestures.

“Your boots got mud all over the floor!”

Jason’s laughter involuntarily grew a lot louder when you chased after him. A sight that every single cape wearing hero would talk about for ages if witnessed. “M’sorry! I’ll clean it up, babe!”

“You better, Jason Todd!”