#dulches

[cookizzs]

heyyo ♡

kinda vegan dulce de leche eheh ♡

well im not sure if i looked this recipe on the internet but here it is ♡

you just need

two cups of soy milk (im not sure if you can use other)

and half a cup of yellow sugar (brown sugar in english i guess)

and thats it you just mix it on a pot and “boil” it on the cooker until you get a thick texture ♡

if you need any help tell me please ♡ :) ly

[toppedfor]

“come here often?” he grins because it’s such a cliche thing, cleaning a glass as he speaks. though he owns the bar, it’s a beaten down one that’s run by him and his brother. so he tends to the bar as well. “i know the answer to that - you don’t. and that’s okay, because there’s a lot of men here who might try to scoop you up. you need some extra security?” he’s only joking, sort of. he chuckles after he speaks, licking his lips as he looks over the blonde beauty. “seriously don’t think i’ve seen anyone as beautiful as you before, if i’m being frank.” @dulches​

[madlvvewrites]

/   *   starring   :   angelica   .

being one of the youngest members of the president’s security detail placed a significant weight upon sebastian’s shoulders. even after working for several months since the president’s inauguration, bash felt a constant pressure to prove himself amongst the older guards — however there was one upper hand he had over them all and it came in the form of the president’s daughter. he’s the closest in age to angelica and relates to her like none of the other suited men stationed to protect her, which earned him a primary position within her detail whenever she ventures out. today, they’re at the mall as she searches for a dress to wear to the next gala she is to attend. it’s an assumingely mundane excursion until you factor in the fact that the designer store they’re in has been privately rented out for them in order to ensure angelica’s security. sebastian is sat in one of the dressing room chairs, eyes constantly flicking about, before he glances at his watch. “c’mon, angelica, i told your dad i’d have you back to the white house before dusk,” he calls to the dressing room she’s in.

[vscocositas]

Desayunos dulces💗💗💗

[wach-durch-amphe]

El Sabor de Perú

[harmcomforts]

beatrice wants to kick them out of their chair for daring to sit too close. that urge merges uncomfortably with a want for them to get closer and in the end it translates into her staring, her stare softened by the couple of drinks she’s had. she hardly ever sleeps and she never drinks, but she’s made an exception for tonight. it’s a special event, a celebration. something else is on her mind, though and that’s clear when she speaks up. “in two days it’s the anniversary of when i decided you were dead to me.”                /  @dulches

[sailorsaid]

closed starter for @dulches​ || muse is missy 

typically missy didn’t do valentine’s day. she didn’t do valentine’s day because typically she didn’t do the whole relationship thing. she couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually referred to someone as her boy/girlfriend. she was too busy to have a boyfriend or girlfriend. she liked to have sex with people and that was that. but she couldn’t deny feeling a little bit excited about actually having valentine’s day plans.

they weren’t dating (at least not in missy’s head) but they’d been fucking around for a few weeks and she didn’t know anyone else she’d rather spend tonight with. so she bought herself a really sexy lingerie set and promised to be over by 8. when their front door opened she opened her coat to show the lingerie and did a little shimmy. “guess who’s ready to fuck for hours?” missy said in her best cheerleader voice. she crossed the threshold, kissed them, and then winked. “the answer is me.” missy reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. she raised a brow. “hmm... but who’s gonna get locked up?”