#bliss 💖

[musette22]

We did some yoga together & now we chillin 🙏🏻💫

[mobius-m-mobius]

anon requested Owen Wilson + kisses 😘

[gwendolinechristie]

there was a large portion of my life where I couldn’t conceptualize living with a partner, I didn’t want to share my space or be touched or sleep next to someone.

now we run into each others arms when we get home, we cook dinner and do the dishes together, we share everything from clothes and food, to thoughts and feelings. I want to wake up to that sweet face for the rest of my life.

It just takes the right kind of love 💖

[starleska]

oh are we recommending characters? wellll. since I already talked to you about the COPS from telltale sam and max, ill go out on a limb and say check out hugh bliss :3 (or brady culture)

oh. oh man. Cookie, i feel like you deeply understand me and my psyche 🙈💖💖💖 THANK YOU for these delightfully obscure recommendations!!!

can i be real with you? i watched 20 minutes of footage of Hugh Bliss from different sources and i still have zero clue what the fuck is going on 😂 Sam & Max lore is absolutely nuts and i know i'm gonna adore this series when i get into it properly 🙈 but i already LOVE Hugh!!!! he's styling in only the way an evil cult leader can 😉

so let me get this straight: he's an evil cult leader who dreamed up the religion of Prismatology...because he's actually a colony of space-faring bacteria...which eats human happiness? ...that's kinda hot ngl 👉👈 but ohhh you know my weakness for a silly camp freak with a distinctive voice (a good chunk of whom are hypnotists for some reason???)... god. god i am sending curses through the screen at you right now 😭💖💖 i haven't even LOOKED but i BET this guy has sexy art of him, i just know it!!! 10/10 suggestion i can totally see Hugh as a future brainrot target 😂 now, onto Brady Culture...

oh, for the love of...just how many cute evil hypnotists does this series have, exactly? 😳😳😳 you're just calling me out now!!! 🙈🙈🙈 this stylish mf looks to be the OG Balthazar Bratt, and i was deeply obsessed with him 😂 we love pathetic former child-stars who've turned to villainy to compensate for the ego-crushing blows of their shows being cancelled!!! ohh, i do feel for him, bless his heart...and he is very cute 👉👈 but there's no accounting for taste - i think Larry Laffer is gorgeous 😂 i must say, Brady has a wonderfully pleasant voice - it's much softer than you'd expect, much calmer? and i have quite the weakness for characters who are kind of representative of/stuck in their own era (besides Balthazar Bratt there's Mad Mod, Austin Powers, Wally Darling, etc.)...mmhmm this is another 10/10 i could totally go feral for Brady 👀 Cookie i don't think you should be allowed to play the f/o suggestion game anymore, you're too good at it!!! 😳💖 thank you again, i really need to check out Sam & Max now 🙈💖

[owob]

unpopular opinion but people who make kaz trans but not V trans are cowards . same thing with otacon and solid snake like theres no way u guys r afraid of bearded trans men cmon

[finvisual]

Jancy Week 2022: DAY THREE -- love languages

*plays chasing cars softly in the background*

[whoblewboobear]

Girl dad!Porter and wine husband!Jace who both get very into being on the PTA much to everyone else’s frustration. It’s a miracle they don’t get kicked off with how often Porter rages during these meetings. His daughter came home one day and said they cut funding to the theater dept so the spring musical is off. Jace gets particularly pissed about this and makes Porter stay up all night to help him plan to pitch a bake sale to raise money.

They actually manage to put something together before Jace gets too distracted by Porter’s traveling hands.

The PTA votes in favor of the bake sale, but appoint Jace to run it. He was born for this. He wasn’t going to bake anything, that’s Porter’s job. But he was born to tell people what to do.

Or he thought so until stress is giving him such bad morning sickness. Porter makes him take a break, staying in bed and watching movies with all his favorite snacks and drinks at the ready. Jace can just make out the sound Porter and Sierra causing chaos in the kitchen. He can’t help but wrap himself up in a blanket and join the fun. Sierra lights up when she sees her stepdad enter the kitchen.

“Jace!! Tell dad the cookies need icing, pleaseeeee?!” She flashes him the famous Cliffbreaker puppy dog eyes and he gives a pointed look to Porter. “Icing, Hon. You heard her.”

Porter chuckles. “Alright, alright. Two against one.” Jace beams, shuffling over and rising to his tip toes to press a kiss to Porter’s cheek. “Always.”

Sierra throws a marshmallow at them, “gross!” Porter tosses one back and Jace watches in horror as an all out topping tossing war breaks out. He does take this chance while they’re distracted to steal a freshly iced cookie from the rack on the counter. Porter notices, but he’s just happy Jace seems to be feeling better.

The bake sale was a lot of pressure. He saw how badly Jace wanted this to go well. It was sweet and incredibly kind of him. He loved how Jace loved Sierra like she was his own kid. He bent over backwards to make sure she was happy and cared for. It also opened up the conversation for them to discuss a second child. Jace liked the idea well enough, he was great with Sierra, but she was 13. A baby is a whole different ball game that he wasn’t sure he was equipped for. But Porter’s baby fever was very cute.

When he was particularly lost in it, he’d make love to him, whispering that Jace would look beautiful carrying his baby. It felt so good he almost wondered what he’d look like pregnant. Porter doting on him and talking to his belly, decorating a nursery.. After the bake sale he’d entertain the idea.

[steeleyespan]

seeing pulp on friday on me birthday and belle and Sebastian on sunday :) got to see my dog my son my baby boy today :) & my mams garden is so pretty and has New Flowers for me to inspect plus my rockery i sorted out last year has grown in and looks slay (#sedumandsaxifrage gang) :)

^ the baby boy in question. Stinky

[randgugotur-6]

[barleywhistle]

Cannot overstate how lucky I am today 💖 Hope that y’all have something spectacular happen to you too!!

[estrellalunablanca]

There No Love ,Like Your Love .

God Love Is Most Beautiful and Most Powerful, Amazing Love ❤️ .

God Prepared Me ,To Met My Soulmate and Best friend.

We Met Unexpected Which It's Was Awesome.

Thank You God 🙏❤️.

For Sending Me My Soulmate 😍.

His Love Is Most Beautiful and Handsome 💕😍.

We Are Meant To Be Together.

We Love Each other, Can't Be Apart .

We Are So Much in Love ,With Each Other.

Love Has No Age .

Love Has No Distance .

Love Heal .

Love Is Medicine.

Love Is Life.

Love Is Light ,Of The Heart and Soul.

It's A Blessings That ,We Met .

Our Heart Knew.

[seokmatthewz]

iri whenever your random thoughts pop up on my dash i just think it's so cute cuz 90% of them are ab food 😭💕

BSKSJSSJKSSN i suppose i am often thinking abt food one of the like. Great Irida Truths™ is that i really enjoy cooking so it seeps onto tumblr unintentionally djdndk i treat my blog more as like a void for my thoughts i often forget that people actually read them sometimes JSKDKDKDKD 💗💘

[clandestineloki]

strawberry bliss (nsfw)

the part 2 to strawberry sweet ❤️

summary: miguel loves using his strength on you ;)) and this little snippet of you guys watching a replay of his recent game shows just that, with some sweet lil fluff and playful banter :)) and then miguel fucks u so good he hits your factory reset and you go back to being a lil shy babie around him oh no :3

tw: he also finds out you have a daddy kink, mention of shane dawson (derogatory), mention of physical violence (bros a wrestler what did you expect), overstimulation, a bit of breeding kink, heavy praise kink, a bit of humiliation but on the sweet side

A/N: this takes place about a year or so after strawberry sweet, where miguel and reader are in an established relationship and make quippy cute banter with each other

A/N # 2: pls reblog so we can turn more ppl into whores 💖

💕 hope you enjoy! 

===

"BABYY THE COMMERCIALS ARE OVER!"

Miguel runs from the bathroom and meets you in the kitchen, you with the tray of strawberry drinks squealing as he tickles your waist.

"AHH IT'S GONNA SPILL!!!" you scream, and he backs off, smiling as you regain your balance.

You balance the smoothie cups on the tray and move forward, but Miguel blocks your way. 

"M'scuse me, I have a game to watch," you pout up at him, but he doesn't budge.

"Mister, my boyfriend will be very angry if he finds out I'm late to the game >:( "

"Aww, such a shame, pretty girl... can't I just get a little kiss?"

"Let me through!"

"Can't, hermosa, you gotta say the password right up against my lips~ the password is mwah mwah mwah i love you miguel you're so handsome miguel~"

"You're cheesy," you roll your eyes, and he laughs as you set the tray down in front of the bed facing the TV. "I want the old Miguel back, he was cute and he had actual rizz."

He slumps against the couch. "The Miguel that was a total pervert over your old smoothie girl uniform?"

"Oh my gosh, I totally forgot about the uniform!" You giggle. "I hated it. Did you know on my first day they gave me a size too small and they had the audacity to try and gaslight me by saying I got fat?"

"Fucking weirdos," he pulled you into his arms, your back against his chest." Glad I got you out of that mess, mm?"

"It was just one mess into another, Mig, you made me your sugar baby," you tease, and his face scrunches up.

"Bebita, I may be rich but I'm not your sugar daddy. I'm just two years older than you."

"But think about it, I was sixteen when you were eighteen! Like- that's two years but the maturity difference is huge! That's creepy, Miguel. You wanna go to jail?"

"Ay, por dios. We're in our twenties, we met in our twenties. End of discussion. And I've already been to jail. Twice."

"What?!"

"Ay! ay! end of discussion. The match is starting," he pinches your nose then turns to watch the TV just as the host's opening spiel ends. Miguel feels you sit up in his grip when the crowds on the TV cheer as he comes up on screen, flashing a grin to the audience.

"Ew, who's that?" you mumble, cheeks stuffed with popcorn and Miguel snorts, rolling his eyes.

"That's me, your boyfriend, the guy who's gonna absolutely obliterate downgraded Shane Dawson in about..." he snaps his fingers just as his opponent comes out on screen. "Fifty-eight seconds."

"I really don't see the resemblance, Miggy, you're just being a bully."

"Y'know," he pulls you closer, absentmindedly kissing your neck as he feels you squirm in his hold. "I don't get how you let the physical violence slide but I compare some white guy to Shane Dawson and you call me a bully."

Your face heats up a little, and you turn away, mumbling shyly. "C-cause you look really badass when you throw them around like that... "

"Mmm?" he teases, nuzzling his nose in your neck. "I do?"

He feels you freeze up and chuckles, his hands trailing down to your thighs.

"Y-yeah," you whisper... "a bit..."

"Oh, and you like how strong I am, hmm? Is that what it is?"

It's cute how you shake your head and brush his hands away to turn up the volume on the TV, when he just goes right back to kneading your breasts and riling you up.

"Querida, you gotta answer me, y'know I can't understand you when you mumble like that~"

"What was the question?" you mumble, looking up at him with what he knows for sure are the most adorable bunny eyes he's ever fucking seen.

"I said," he nibbles down on your ear with a little growl, "do you get off like a cute little bunny when I show off? Is my baby that kinky~?"

" I-I... maybe..." you twitch as his fingers toy with your nipples. "Miggy, please..."

"Please what baby? Please stop or please give me more?" 

Miguel knows the answer, obviously. It's just that he can't get over the fact that he landed the prettiest girl with the cutest stutter when she's nervous.

"Please..." you whisper.

He chuckles against your ear, leaning in and lowering his voice just the way he knows you like it, especially when he's buried all the way inside you.

"Please what."

The tiniest gasp comes out of your lips. "Please... please f-fuck me... please?" 

Before you can even finish, you're over his shoulder and on the bed as he kisses everywhere on your face, growling at the inconvenience of the fact that he cant hold you still and fondle your chest at the same time.

"M-Miguel..." you whimper, twitching in sensitivity. "You're always teasing me..."

"Oh?" he mocks you, flipping you over on your stomach and gripping your hips, leaning in real slow to drawl darkly in your ear. "I'm the tease here? When you're shaking your little ass all over me? You rile me up like this and expect me not to fuck you the way you deserve? hmm?"

"S-Sorry..." you mumble, and Miguel laughs breathily, having the time of his life making you all shy and embarrassed.

"S'okay, baby, you just gotta make up for it, yeah?"

With a playful swat to your ass, he rips off your shorts and his fingers tease your folds through your panties.

"Miguel..."

"Yes...?" he kisses the arch in your back, smirking when your thighs tremble.

"Please hurry..." you gasp.

"Don't worry baby, you'll be asking me to slow down real soon~" 

===

His favorite sight of all time is you underneath him, with that blissed out look on your face and your chest heaving as he fucks every choked breath out of those pretty lips.

"Fuck, bebita," he whispers. "Creaming all over my fingers like the cute little plaything you are?"

You whimper, closing your thighs shakily, but his free hand just forces your legs apart and he curls his two fingers in you, tickling your pussy and making his hand even wetter.

"Hmm? What did you say?" Miguel mumbles close to your ear, and makes sure that at the precise moment you try to speak he speeds up his fingers, making your words melt away in warm red pleasure as more juices coat his fingers.

"S'too much..."

"Bebita, you asked for this," he whispers darkly. "We're not even halfway done."

You mewl out his name and turn your head to the side. He takes it as an opportunity to bite down on your neck and relish in the high-pitched pleasure drunk squeal that forces out of you as your little pussy sucks in his fingers.

"Shit. I can't take it anymore," he grumbles, his fingers moving even faster as he leans closer, forcing you flat against the bedsheets as you moan and cream all over his fingers like a cute little bunny, just too pleasure-drunk to utter even a word.

"Come for me baby," Miguel almost begs. "Come for me so I can fuck you the way I know you want me too, okay?"

You gasp at his dirty talk, and he laughs at the fact that you never stop getting shy when he says these things.

Or when your little pussy makes those wet noises when you're really really close.

"Fuck you're so cute," Miguel grins, licking the tears falling from your hazy eyes. "So sweet, letting me do whatever I want with you~ Come for me, gatita, you know you want to~"

Your moans make him grin and he thumbs at your sensitive little bud. His teasing sends you over the edge and you gasp and whimper, clinging onto him as he helps you through your third orgasm.

When you come down from it, Miguel is smirking down at you, and licking his fingers clean of your juices, humming lowly as his tongue traces his long fingers sensually.

"Wanna taste it right off your pretty pussy baby," he whispers, making you blush. "But I'll save that for later~"

He really means he'll save it for when you're too fucked out to close your pretty legs around his head.

Miguel kisses your hips as he flips you over again, tracing his rough hands over your ass and thighs, making you shiver and mumble something he almost can't hear.

"Daddy..."

His wandering hands freeze.

He grins.

"What was that?" he teases.

Your breath stutters.

"What- I-"

He leans in dangerously close, pinning you down on the bed with your ass right against his throbbing hard cock.

"What did you just call me?" he drawls, and you whimper.

"I-I called you Daddy," you bury your head in the pillows. "S-Sorry... if it makes you uncomfortable-"

Miguel thrusts his hips forward, sinking halfway into your wet, warm little cunt. The squelching of your little hole is nothing compared to the pure, unadulterated, sinful noise of pleasure that leaves your lips.

"Oh," Miguel groans. "That made me reallyfuckin' uncomfortable alright."

Your thighs shake as he sinks in really really slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him stretch you out.

"Say it again."

You gasp, tears forming in your eyes. "It's embarrassing..."

"Fuck, you really have to do all these things that make you so lovable, huh?" He groans, pulling your wrists and holding your arms behind your back. "Got the cutest little face, the cutest little pussy, and you always got these little kinks that make you so cute~"

He starts moving his hips, making you slur out his name and clench around him.

"My cute little milkshake girl, doing all these cute things for me and no one else," he whispers, and you nod helplessly,

Miguel runs his hands up and down your waist, making you sigh and whimper into the pillows.

"Wanna repeat what you said? No one's around, baby, just you and me. No need to be shy~"

"Daddy..."

"Fuck, you really are such the perfect little cutie, aren't you?" Miguel teases, pounding you harder.

It's music to his ears when you finally get to that stage of it, just uncontrollably whimpering and moaning and making all these noises of pleasure as you let him do whatever he wants to you.

"C'mon, say it again, another time won't hurt~"

"Such a t-tease..." you whine, and he chuckles fondly, pressing a kiss to your sensitive neck.

"Sorry, baby, not my fault you're so fucking adorable," he groans, shuddering when you clench down on him. "Daddy's close, baby, wanna come with me? Feel good together, hmm? Can you even understand me you dumb little baby?"

Miguel coos as you take in high-pitched breaths and gasps. Your tiny fists clench the sheets shakily, and your thighs thump helplessly with every thrust of his hips.

"Come back to me, baby," he whispers as his thrusts get sloppier. "Help me out one list time, kay? Wanna be my good girl?"

"Mhm..."

"Ah," he laughs. "Daddy broke his pretty baby so bad? Sorry, gatita, you just feel too good. Let's come together, okay? I'll get us there, baby~"

You whimper loudly one last time, creaming helplessly around his cock. Miguel pins your back down onto the bed, leaning in and growling right against your ear as his orgasm takes over as well, making sure you take every bit of his cum inside you.

The twitching of your thighs finally slows as Miguel pulls out, turning you onto your back and lightly running his hands up your thighs, waist, and breasts, kneading them softly and eliciting a whine from your lips.

"So sensitive," he pinches your nipple, making you gasp. "But I'll keep my hands to myself... for now."

You blush at those words, nuzzling into his neck as he chuckles at your bashfulness.

"Didn't know my good little girl had a Daddy kink. So cute," he whispers. "Got the sweetest little baby all to myself~."

Miguel brushes his lips against yours, smiling when he tastes a hint of strawberry,

His second favorite sweet thing in the goddamn world.

"Oh, baby~" he coos. "You felt so fucking good. Can we go again, gatita?"

You whimper, twitching helplessly, and blushing at the feeling of his fingers toying with the cum trickling down your thighs.

But you don't say no.

[eloves-writes]

🎮 with Lando Norris, I feel like that fits him the best as spicy as you feel like 💖💖

i agree it fits him well!! hope this is ok for you anon🫶

song lyric prompt: “touch me while your bros play grand theft auto” so high school ~ taylor swift 🎮

warnings: exhibitionism (recurring theme in my fics i know, let a girl live), thigh riding

minors dni

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when lando texted you to ask for a glass of water whilst he was streaming, you didn’t think much of it, filling a glass in his kitchen and knocking onto his gaming room door before entering. he briefly smiled at you when you walked in, concentrating heavily on the game he was playing. you heard voices coming from his console and assumed he was playing with friends, so you quickly placed the water on his desk and started to walk away as to not disturb them, but he instead used one arm to grab your waist.

“it’s ok, baby, stay,” he said, glancing away from the screen again for a second. he guided you onto his lap so his arms were either side of you holding the controller and you were straddling his thigh.

“hi y/n!” a voice said through the call, the others echoing after. you said hi back, feeling comfortable being so close to lando with your back pressed against his chest and his head resting on your shoulder so he could still see the screen.

he was pretty into the game, but after a while the pressure of his toned thigh against your centre was getting you a little bothered and there was only so much gaming you could watch without getting bored, so you experimentally grinded onto him just slightly, careful to keep the top half of your body still where the camera could see you. lando thought at first you were shifting to get in a comfier position, but when you did it again he realised what you were trying to do.

“needy, y/n?” he whispered directly into your ear so the microphone wouldn’t pick it up.

you tried not to blush, suddenly watching the screen intently as if his game was the most interesting thing in the world to you. he began to move his leg beneath you, flexing the muscles in his thigh and rocking you back and forth, enough to stimulate you but not enough that it looked like anything untoward was happening to the viewers of his livestream. you kept your eyes firmly on the screen and bit back the moans threatening to come out of your lips, especially as you felt his dick harden against your ass. he kept up his gameplay and lighthearted banter with his friends but you could hear in his voice that he was turned on by what he was doing to you in front of them. it turned you on too, an orgasm building in the bottom of your stomach until the waves of pleasure crashed over you and you came on his leg with great effort not to let it show on your face. lando slowed his movements as you came down from your high, conveniently finishing the round they were on so that he could drop his hand below the desk and rub your thigh as a silent token of appreciation and care. he agreed to one more round before they ended the stream, which you spent with your head tilted back to rest in the crook of his neck, in a state of post-orgasmic bliss. seemingly, every stream after that one lando conveniently forgot to get himself a drink beforehand, texting his pretty little girlfriend to bring one to him.

[averyrory]

"Enjoying a blissful stay at this hotel, embracing joy in every moment. Happiness looks good on everyone. 💖✨

[ellecdc]

hi gorgeous!! I love your writings so much :)

I was wondering if u could request a poly!marauders x fem!reader who just loves baking so much and keeps leaving the boys little treats around the house depending on what each boy likes and they’re just so lovestruck for her, just like lots of fluff and them being the lover boys they are

thank you so much <3

this is so sweet! thanks for requesting, I hope you love it!! 💖

poly!marauders x fem!reader who loves to bake

James walked in to the flat and was immediately bombarded with the smell of freshly baked goods. One would think after three weeks of you living with them that he would have grown accustomed to it, but the expression on his face grew into what he could only imagine was pure, unadulterated bliss at the welcoming aroma that he could only describe as distinctly you. 

He’d hardly gotten his shoes off and hung his jacket before Pads was yanking him past the kitchen and into the living room.

“Sshh! Don’t interrupt, just watch.” Sirius stressed and he forced James to kneel on the sofa facing the window into the kitchen. James had half a mind of squawking at him but couldn’t deny the beautiful picture this painted.

“He’s been in there with her all day.” Sirius offered as James watched Remus follow you around the kitchen as if the two of you had been charmed into magnets, and he was hopelessly drawn to you. Apparently, you were either unaware of his proximity or unfazed by it. James didn’t blame you at all, though; he often felt drunk in love when Remus was paying that much attention to him too. He also felt drunk in love when watching you do anything at all. He was sort of drunk in love having Sirius’ arm wrapped around his waist right now.

James was just always drunk in love.

“What could she possibly be making now? I’ve not even finished all the apple turnover’s she made for me!” James murmured, though his concern was belittled by the raging grin spreading across his face.

“I haven’t finished the ginger snaps she made for me either, but she’s making Rem chocolate croissants.” He stage-whispered.

“Oh my gods, that sounds heavenly.” James whispered back, watching Remus make heart eyes at you as you explained something to him; the poor sod wasn’t even paying attention to the instructions. James couldn’t blame him, however, when the instructor was as pretty as you. “Think he’ll share with us?”

“Fat chance.” Remus called from kitchen, apparently privy to the whispered conversation going on in the room next to him. You looked up surprised at Remus’ interjection, apparently not having heard the dialogue.

“What?” You asked innocently, though your brows furrowed in concern – you knew better when it came to these boys. 

“Moony says he won’t share the croissants with us, dollface.” Sirius lamented, putting on his best kicked puppy impression. You seemed to melt a little bit at that, but Remus – the bastard – pressed up against you and shoved his nose in the crook of your neck, causing you to melt even more than Sirius could hope from such a distance.

“Oi – foul! Come on!” James cried at the unfair advantage Remus had.

“You boys still have your treats, don’t you?” You asked quietly, clearly more than a little embarrassed at how easily you were swayed by Remus loving-up on you. James almost felt bad about being petulant. Almost.

But not quite.

“Everything you make is so wonderful and filled with love though, angel.” He pouted. Remus groaned in exasperation, though he never bothered to peel himself off of your back.

“Fine. You sods can have some.”

James and Sirius both cheered from their spots on the couch as if they’d been watching football on the telly.

“We’re going to have to get those blood test thingies to watch our blood sugar, though.” Sirius commented.

“Worth it.” Remus and James said in unison.