#latino dance

[indeedgoodman]

#tiktok #wilbernyc_ #fashion #style #street fashion #couple goals #desire #passion #lovers #romantic #couple #spanish #dance #choreography #dancing #dance music #latino dance #spanish dance #latin dance #tumblr fyp #foryoupage #fypage #foryou #fypツ #fypシ #fyp #IndeedGoodMan

[ynmusic]

Baila Morena (Julio Iglesias' style) - Instrumental version https://youtu.be/jinuSfoyLCA

#guitar #julio iglesias #accordion #dance #latino dance #latino dancers #Youtube

[belly-addiction]

Gaining weight at young age is too sexy 🔥❤️‍🔥🔥

#sexy belly #male gainer #beginner belly #belly #fat belly #cute guy #dadbod #fat #chubby #dancing naked #cute latino

[label-dmc-mystic]

#Albums CD #drum & bass #Euro dance #latino dance #Techno dance #techno house #techno trance #Vocal techno trance

[hedonismprinc]

#cairo Felipe martins #boys #gay #pecs #aesthetic #gayhot #man #boy #latino #black man #dance

[immortalbutterflycos]

Can someone out there write a Jegulus competitive ballroom dance AU? I've been watching those videos where there are 2 people at an improve competition and they've never met before let alone danced together and then they end up having immaculate chemistry and decide to be each other's dance partners.

I would write it myself, but i know absolutely nothing about dancing. Competitive or otherwise. But I would kill to read this.

In the meantime, I guess I'll just have to reread 'You Signed Up For This' by Sollmussa because honestly, the dancing in that one wrecked me beyond repair.

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Okay, I thought was done, but I'm so not. Here are some things about the AU that I desperately crave:

Latino James. Dance is actually his 3rd language and he's fluent.

Effie and Monty met each other in a dance class when they were teens, and then they were paired up with each other by the teacher. They had a bit of a rivalry at first, but then as they started dancing together more and more, they fell in love. The two ended up becoming very famous competitive ballroom dancers and retired when they had James. They never stopped dancing though and they engrained that love into James

Former Ballet dancer Regulus. He stopped dancing ballet after he finally left his family home to live with Sirius. He still loves dancing, but ballet has too many bad memories attached to it and he lost his love for it.

Sirius introduced him to this type of competitive dance via Effie's class. He still doesn't meet James until he's actually at a competition though. ^.^

Bonus:

Pandora and Evan did ballet with Regulus and Sirius when they were kids but left to do other types of dance before they were even teenagers.

Evan and Panda used to dance competitively together until Regulus needed a partner for his first competition and Pandora volunteered. Evan was cool with it, because it's Regulus, but there's a tiny part of him that's just like, 'Well who am I going to dance with then?'

Enter Barty, someone who is known among other dancers for being notorious for scaring away his dance partners.

Holy shit guys I take it all back. I need to write this. Forget the fact that I don't know anything, ja boi is gonna have to fucking learn.

Stay tuned because I might have some brainrot about this one as things progress~

#competitive ballroom dancing AU #jegulus #aka Quinn has read a couple ballroom dance manga and watched some people dance online and is now an expert #the marauders #wolfstar #marauders era #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #starchaser #remus lupin #rosekiller #self indulgent #euphemia potter #effie potter #fleamont potter #latino james potter

[bellantina]

thinking about writing a punkflower fic where Miles invites Hobie to one of his primas quinceañera (and miles is undoubtedly a good dancer after years of his mom making him dance at parties with her cause his father can’t dance for the life of him!) and once mujeriego comes on he drags Hobie onto the dance floor!!

would anyone read it !!

#spider punk #punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #miles morales x hobie brown #i love my latino king #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #hobie cannot dance to reggaeton #fanfic #miles x hobie

[usaigi]

Actually, Miguel hates Miles because he's a no sabo kid

#i thought his spanish was kinda bad because his actor isnt latino but miles 42 proves that miles 1610 is a poncho #not a total poncho i bet he can dance #miles molares #spider man 2099 #miguel o'hara #atvs #across the spiderverse #atsv spoilers #itvs #into the spider verse #gwen stacy #peter parker #usaigi speaks

[st-kitten]

"gasolina"

MIGUEL O'HARA x LATIN READER warnings: fun, lap dance, miles' mother (and her empanadas) words: 1,313

The Spider Society is dragged to Miles' party. Everyone is thrilled except for Miguel. That is until he sees you... dancing in the crowd.

As the doors to Miles' rooftop swung open, a burst of vibrant energy filled the air, engulfing the senses in a whirlwind of colour, music, and laughter. The venue radiated with a palpable sense of joy, the unmistakable hallmark of Latino celebrations. A captivating mix of Latin rhythms, from salsa to merengue, filled the room, setting a lively beat that invited everyone to dance.

Strings of papel picado fluttered overhead, casting a vibrant kaleidoscope of colours and patterns on the walls. Colourful piñatas dangled from the ceiling, promising sweet surprises to be unleashed later in the night. Tables draped in bright linens showcased an array of mouthwatering dishes, bursting with flavours that embodied the rich tapestry of Latin cuisine. Miles mother endorsed her empanadas to everyone, while his father gravitated toward his fellow officers, throwing cheers around.

"Ay! You guys came!" he chirped excitedly. He rushed to Gwen, in an attempt to give her a hug, but ended up performing an awkward handshake-turned-pat on the back. Pavitr and Hobie cackled in the background. Mayday sat atop Peter's shoulders and tried to touch the strings above. Everyone was in casual attire and didn't have to worry about putting any masks on. Pavitr could thus invite Gayatri, who wondered why he had these many diverse friends. Behind everyone, at the back of the group, Miguel stood still, eyeing his surroundings, already regretting showing up. It was on Peter's insistence that he agreed to come. But, mostly because Lyla RSVPd on his behalf without telling him.

"Nice, no? Loosen up, buddy!" Peter nudged his shoulder. Miguel chucked and excused himself.

He found himself leaning against a pole near Río's empanada table. Unbeknownst to him, partially because of his social anxiety, he'd managed to eat a handful of empanadas. Miles' mother was more than happy to keep adding on his plate, one after the other.

He watched people. It seemed like it was the only reasonable thing to do. Guests swirled across the dance floor, their movements a rhythmic fusion of traditional steps and spontaneous improvisations. The air resonated with infectious laughter and animated conversations, as friends and family came together to celebrate, their voices rising above the music, each word infused with warmth and passion.

Miguel's gaze fell on a woman dancing amidst the crowd. Yes, there were several girls and women at the party, but none that effortless.

You glided across the dance floor with a playful elegance, your movements a mesmerising fusion of confidence, grace, and just enough madness. Your body moved like liquid, flowing seamlessly from one intricate dance move to the next. The song accentuated the mischief, but the way you enjoyed dancing made Miguel stare at you, barely blinking. There you were, swaying and moving to the infectious rhythm, effortlessly owning the dance floor. Your enjoyment was contagious, and he couldn't help but be captivated by your carefree spirit. You had this way of making every step look natural and effortless, as if you and the music were old pals.

He couldn't take his eyes off you, completely drawn to the unfiltered delight you exuded with each and every move. It was like you were in her own world, dancing without a care, and inviting everyone around to join your groove.

For a brief moment, your eyes met, and he could see the mischievous spark in your gaze. He quickly looked away, but from the corner of his eye, he saw you walking towards him. Miguel didn't know what to do. He shoved an empanada in his mouth.

You sauntered next to him, greeting Río. "Hola! Por qué no estás bailando?" (why aren't you dancing?)

"Ay, no, hoy no. Probaste una empanada?" Rio asked you to try her empanadas, handing her a plate. You dipped the tip of it in the spicy dip and took a bite, humming in response.

"Ay, delicioso!" 'Verdad? I told Miles I make them good."

The spicy dip made your lips redder and plumper. You licked your lips, tasting it once more. Miguel, half an empanada masticated in his mouth, was truly ogling at you. You were radiant, not to mention gorgeous. A part of him wanted to see you dance more.

It was when Daddy Yankee's "Gasolina" started playing that things really kicked into high gear.

"Ay, esta es tu canción! Baila!" Río exclaimed. (this is your song! dance!)

You smirked, ready to hit the dance floor again and threw a glance at Miguel. You pranced toward the dance floor, hips and hands swaying proudly.

"Ay, Miguel, what are you still doing here? Go to her! Ve!" Río pushed Miguel by his shoulders. He was surprised to know how strong she was. He stumbled into the crowd, cursing out loud. But all his attitude faded when he saw how inviting you were, laughing and moving gracefully. Miguel couldn't help but smile. "Puto..." he chuckled to himself. Head down, gaze up, he advanced towards you. The beat of the music throbbed in sync with his heartbeat as he neared you. "I seen you watch. It's nice you come!" you yelled over the music. You broken English made you even more attractive to him. Miguel let out a laugh.

"What can I say? It's a good song."

Miguel was slow to start, still adjusting to the sudden change in energy. He cautiously looked around making sure nobody he knew could see him. You on the other hand, cast away the leash on you and moved to the beat with ease. With each step, you effortlessly mirrored each other's movements. You could see that he was still rigid, so you thought of something that might help.

The music surged, your bodies swayed and intertwined, guided by an invisible force of attraction. You turned your back to him, hands above your head, swaying your hips seductively, just enough to get him riled up.

Oh, Miguel was in a profound mood now. He knew what you were trying to do. And even if it was in public, he couldn't care less. His hands delicately held your waist, his touch light yet firm. You swayed your hips to the beat of the song, grinding your ass against his hips. It felt like a shot of adrenaline. Miguel finally understood the "tingle". He moved his hands from your waist to your hips, reflexively pulling you closer, letting your hips slap against him. He was guiltlessly hard.

He slid his fingers under the hem of your cargo shorts, letting them ride up. Your soft skin felt hot under his touch. By then, Miguel had definitely loosened up and was actually swaying his hips provocatively, synced to the bass. He spun you around and held you by your hips, one hand holding yours. He stepped back and forth, making his shoulders work to the rhythm. He held his arm up and you twirled under it, picking up the pace and shaking your body. With every turn, every spin, your bodies brushed against each other, kindling an irresistible fire. You loved how he was opening up. He pulled you closer by you arm, spinning you around and letting you fall, catching you just in time, leaning into you.

"Quién eres tú, bombón?" you asked. (who are you, hottie) (idk man roll with it)

"Someone you're going to be dancing a lot for..." he murmured in your ear, pulling you up, hands finding their way to your hips once more.

Miguel and you dance to the next several songs.

Meanwhile, the spider society sat atop the venue in Miles' special place, looking down at them.

"He's kind of... good at it," muttered Gwen.

"Good? He's killing it!" said Peter, holding his phone out, recording.

"I'd even go as far as to say he looks sexy dancing like that."

"HOBIE!!??"

"What; I root for lap dance Miguel," he replied.

"Lap dance Miguel. Huh."

"That's a nice name..."

#Miguel O'Hara #Miguel x reader #Miguel O'Hara x reader #latina #latino #gasolina #dancing #empanada

[rafaelsilvasource]

it was an honor celebrating Latino Excellence last week at @nalip_org end of year celebration.

RAFAEL SILVA via Instagram - December 19, 2023

#rafael silva #instagram #ig videos #dancing vids #events #december 2023 #nalip latino excellence dec 2023

[urmomsgnocchi]

big (18+, kinda explicit) thoughts of meeting Javi at a dark little sweaty bar and he buys you a drink and leans in close to hear you over the music. eventually he asks you to dance to some ancient salsa song your parents used to play and pulls you to the dance floor.

he'd wrap his massive hands around you, one tight on the curve of your hip and the other landing on the small of your back to pull you right up against him. he takes the lead, strong arms pushing and pulling your hips along with his. it's fun, playful at first, until you start to sweat, panting softly against each other, bodies melting together.

the song changes - "He llenado tu tiempo vacío de aventuras más.."

you're both so absorbed in the music and the intoxicating feeling of your bodies moving as one, pressed as close as possible, that you don't notice yourself singing along.

"y he mojado mis sabanas blancas recordándote.." a mumbled whisper into his cheek as he moves your body skillfully with his, a smile forming on his full lips. he slips his leg between your thighs to hoist you up and move you a bit better. having the wonderful side effect of pressure where you've been aching for it since he locked eyes with you at the bar.

"ay ven, devórame otra ves, ven, devórame otra ves" it now comes as a whimper, you're on another planet, his hands still gripping you tight, one moving lower on you hip, the other pressing your chest against his stronger, broader one.

you feel Javi shift, his mouth now up against your ear, "yeah baby?" a gentle kiss to your cheekbone to sweeten the dirty words he speaks over the music "¿quieres eso?¿quieres que te devore?" he pulls back to gauge your reaction but doesn't stop pulling your hips against his own and your heat against his thigh. the stiffness in those tight little jeans pushing hard into your tummy as you try to remind yourself that you're in a public place.

"shut up" you giggle attempting a playful slap to his chest but with his next shift against your core it ends up looking more like a desperate move to ground yourself as he continues to move.

the two of you smile like idiots, eyes glossy and faces flushed as Javi swiftly pulls your hand from behind his neck and twirls you around in front of him. he pulls you back to him so your ass is pressed right up against the obscenely hard tent in his jeans.

"ojos baby." he moves a hand to your chin and tilts your head up so you're looking right at the exit when you open your eyes. his hand trails down your neck and chest, softly tracing until it lands on your waist. he whispers in your ear, "my truck is right outside those doors. nice cushy backseat...what do you think baby?" he moves to your other ear and with one hand on your hip and the other wrapped around your middle, moves you against him, "devórame otra ves ay devórame otra ves"

later, when you're bare except for his leather jacket draped over your shoulders and the sticky sheen of his and your own sweat covering your body, you tell him he was right. the backseat is very comfy.

the song is Ven Devórame Otra Ves by Lalo Rodriguez, one of the best songs to dance to actually ever and very in tune with the trend of old salsa being casually horny asf.

ven devórame otra ves = come devour me again

he mojado mis sábanas blancas recordándote = I've soaked my white sheets remembering you

He llenado tu tiempo vacío de aventuras más = I've filled your spare time with many adventures

(little culture lesson! this kind of dancing is salsa pegado/pegadito/pegados. if you look it up it's very sensual and close, sometimes borders on dry humping to the beat!)

#I need to dance pegao with Javi Peña so bad #narcos fic #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #latino reader #javier peña x latina reader

[cannibalgh0st]

🖤

#me #my pics #cannibalgh0st #my room #February #2023 #yoga shrug #shrug top #body positivity #dance night #zoom dance #dance wear #happy friday #latina #latino #Aquarius #black and white photos #belly buton piercing #navel piercing

[hirodraga]

There is something about karlach's ability to be joyful and hopeful despite life's adversities (like going through literal hell) that is sssoooooo latino-coded to me hhhjhhj i love her so much

#she is so latina to me dont take it away from me #(im latino) #I MEAN EVEN HER LITTLE DANCE! #SIR THIS IS LATINO CODING!!!!!! #might delete this later but i just feel so related to her in many levels ughh #karlach cliffgate #karlach #bg3 #not art

[latntransys-world]

I am a confident, emotionally intelligent woman, who doesn’t struggle with -self growth.

#latntransy #beauty #houston gay life #latino gay #latinos #trans #trans youth #transgirl #transisbeautiful #gurls6gone6mild #gay hot #twitter #transsexual #transfem #transgender #trans selfie #gay #dance #gamergirl #gamerlife #gamer #perfect breast #trans pride #mtf trans

[hedonismprinc]

#dance #boys #gay #gabriel alika #man #boy #latino

[cigarettesandbacchanals]

Latino James

That’s the post. Nothing else.

#james potter #latino james potter #I just thought of James dancing to bad bunny and fell in love