#Coffee Mate Creamers

[expertwahid]

Why Coffee Mate Creamers Are the Perfect Choice in Ireland

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[livepasthope]

califia french vanilla almondmilk creamer save me. califia french vanilla almondmilk creamer. save me califia french vanilla almondmilk creamer.

[askaniritual]

briefly abandoning my strongly-held coffee preparation preferences for the sake of group unity on the family vacation

[saratreasureorbit]

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[coffeecreamerboy]

Coffee mate coffee crisp creamer

5/10

Tastes like paper but like if paper was soaked in chocolate milk

You can taste the wafer but it's a communion wafer flavor if that makes sense

Coffee mate never disappoints with the artificial taste and the vague cigarette taste

[slfrench]

Coffee Creamer Review: January 2020 - I've Found the Best Coffee Creamer Ever

Peppermint Mocha I enjoyed this creamer. It tastes like chocolate milk with a hint of peppermint. It’s great for the holidays or a late winter treat but it’s not something I would use as an every day creamer. Pistachio Latte My coworker brought this in for the office to share. Pistachio Latte has a subtle, nutty and pleasant flavor. It is unusual and I like this creamer but I don’t think I…

[pouchedmilk]

I could really go for some Bagel Cream Cheese rn

[tojipie]

could u do prison toji relationship headcannons 🙏🙏

prison bf series here !

content: mentions of incarceration + violence

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shows up to your legally monitored video calls boasting about each and every new tattoo he gets. “a needle and a ballpoint pen can actually do a ton” he tells you, lifting his faded wife-beater up to show you his state identification number scrawled on one of his ribs.

he has 6 tally marks on the back of his neck, just under his hairline, the most recent one showed up after a brawl with another inmate in the visitor’s area. you don’t want to know what the marks are for, though the fact that you haven’t seen the inmate since may or may not give you an idea.

hates the news station in the common room, tells you it’s all bullshit and prefers to get his info from you. you spend hours every visit catching him up to speed on politics, celebrity gossip, new movies. gives him something to mull over in his cell at night.

develops a habit of picking at his knuckles unknowingly, the busted skin never seems to heal. he never tells you how or why his knuckles split in the first place, but it doesn’t take a scientist to figure out that he’s been fighting.

his standards for food go down the drainnnnnn. prison toji will eat just about anything. he likes to plays chef during visits sometimes, taking sips from a styrofoam cup full of coffee creamer and ice chips. “a mcflurry,” or so he calls it. you don’t have the heart to tell him he’s nasty.

addicted to your scent when he sees you. will bury his face into the curve of your neck and just stand there, motionless, letting your shoulder support his weight while his hands stay firmly placed on the small of your back.

makes everyone in the cell block his bitch to absolutely no one’s surprise. need new ink? toji’s got a guy for that. doesn’t feel like doing his laundry? toji’s got a guy for that. short on commissary money? time to make his bunkmates fork over a little dough.

he’s possessive during visits, violent towards other men when he’s with you. he’ll push, shove, and threaten any inmate to get the message across that they will stay away from you. he’s not asking. he spent 2 months in solitary over beating his cell-mate senseless for touching a picture of you taped to the wall of his bunk. toji is not one to mess around.

has been on a little arts and crafts streak for quite some time now, you think it’s all the free time he has. he’s whittled you little animals out of wood, made bracelets using loose threads from his bed sheets. even took up watercolor painting in the rec room once. deep down you know it’s because the option to buy you gifts just isn’t there anymore. you always tell him how much you love them, you can tell how good it makes him feel when you do.

[boothillzvhs]

Cute n’ fluffy things with geto:3

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NSFW warning!

-definitely puts you in a mating press when wearin his hoodie:3

-womb fucking

-shares you with gojo

-definitely tortures your poor clit

-semi Public fucking :3

-fucks you so hard that you become stupid and your eyes become crossed

-fucks you so full of cum that it’d look like you’re pregnant :3

-forces you to make yourself cum, and if you can’t..oh boy, he’d fuck you so hard

-geto really likes breeding, and when he has a bunch of stress he takes it out on you with sex :p

- makes you bob on his cock ;3

-plugs his cum in you with his cock to make sure it doesn’t fall out

-drinks your titty milk:3

-makes you swallow all his salty/sweet cum

-his cum taste a little bit like coffee creamer (caramel kind)

-makes you lap ride him

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[maxinemaxmayfield]

For the STWG daily drabble prompt: octopus

“Did you know octopuses have three hearts?”

Steve looks up from where he’s stirring creamer into his coffee. Eddie is lying on the couch, head hanging over the edge of the cushions, legs flopping over the arm at odd angles.

“I did not,” Steve replies.

“Yep. And when they swim, one of the hearts stops beating. That’s why they crawl around so much instead.” Eddie places his hands on the carpet below and lets himself fall a little further, nearly upside down now.

“How do you even know all this?”

Eddie shrugs, but the movement dislodges him and the top of his head hits the floor. “Just do.”

Steve wanders over, bumping Eddie’s feet out of his spot with his hip. Once he sits, he places his mug on the table and pulls Eddie’s feet into his lap.

“If I had three hearts, I could love you three times as much,” Eddie muses, wiggling his toes. “And I could hug you four times at once with eight arms.”

Steve reaches out, tugging Eddie back up onto the couch and further into his lap, until they’re almost face to face. “You don’t need three hearts. You love me the perfect amount.”

Eddie closes the distance, leaning in for a kiss with a sigh.

He pulls back suddenly, though, a thoughtful look on his face. “It’s a good thing we aren’t octopuses, actually. They die after they mate.”

Steve stares at him for a moment. “That’s so sad.”

“Yeah. We would have died so many times.”

“Well,” Steve says, a mischievous smirk spreading across his lips. “I think we should make it one more. You know, in honor of the octopuses and all that…”

[citruswriter]

Food For The Soul

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Tcest (you have been warned!), Tcest x Character, The Bale AU, Fluffy Goodness, Polyamory.

Tcestween Prompt: Food

Pairings: Mikey x The Bale

If there was anything that Mikey enjoyed more than eating food it was making food, especially for his loved ones. It was a sort of love language for him. He adored making foods for people that held special places in his heart, keeping them well fed with good, home-cooked food that he made. Scratched the turtle instincts just right.

And that's exactly what he was doing right now. Waking up early and cooking food for his bale. Mikey didn't used to be such an early riser but as years got on he found himself enjoying the quiet of the mornings more and more, his only company being the sizzling of whatever food he was cooking and the soft lofi beats that gently played through his bluetooth speaker.

This morning he was making scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, fresh fruit salad, and fresh morning batches of tea and coffee. The spatula scraped against the pan as he made the large batch of scrambled eggs, throwing in different kinds of cheeses and spices. The bacon sizzled until it was perfect and crispy before he gently dished it up on the paper towel clad plate. Regular and chocolate chip pancakes were made and set on a platter. The sound of his cutting knife on the board as he made the fruit salad filled the air next as he tossed watermelon, strawberries, kiwi, banana, and blackberries together.

Everybody would be waking up soon, time to make beverages. Raph liked green tea with honey, Donnie would want his expensive coffee with french vanilla creamer and whipped cream, Leo would want his caramel latte with double espresso, Casey simply enjoyed cheap black coffee, and April would take a shot of espresso and a glass of orange juice.

Speaking of April... He could hear her pad in with Raph as he made his own oolong tea. "Morning, my loves." Mikey said cheerily and he was rewarded with a soft good morning from April and a kiss from Raph. Mikey handed them their drinks, Raph sipping his tea with an approving hum before he loaded his plate with pancakes and bacon.

Mikey giggled as April downed her espresso shot with a scrunch of her nose before chasing it down with a gulp of orange juice before snagging some scrambled eggs, bacon, and fruit. "Thanks so much, baby." She said sleepily, kissing his cheek.

Shuffling could be heard before Leo and Casey were seen, talking softly to each other as they got food and their drinks. "This looks so good." Casey said, digging into his food. "Smells just as good." Leo mumbled, popping some bacon and fruit in his mouth.

"Where's Donnie?" Mikey questioned and Leo looked up and blinked. "Asleep in his lab, I think. He was up pretty late." Leo said and Mikey sighed, making his way up to Donnie's lab to drag the purple banded terrapin down for breakfast.

"Donnie?" Mikey called out, walking into the lab until he found his mate. He could help but chuckle softly as he found his older brother hunched over and asleep on his lap table. Gentle fingers reached up to pry his battle shell off, tracing his sensitive shell and messaging it gently, causing him to stir.

"Morning, dearest." Donnie groaned out and Mikey bent to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Morning, babes. I made breakfast. Lets get some food and coffee in you." He said softly. Donnie groaned softly and stretched before standing up, allowing Mikey to drag him to the kitchen.

"He lives!" Leo said as Donnie sat at the table, earning a snap from Donnie before he nuzzled into his twin, earning him a kiss. Mikey piled up Donnie's plate before handing his food and coffee to him. "Here you go, baby." Mikey said softly before getting up to get his own food and drink.

As the bale sat around the table, waking up and murmuring softly to each other, Mikey couldn't help but feel his heart warm. Everybody ate and drank, scrapping their plates clean and slurping down the last of their drinks, thanking Mikey before loading their dishes in the dishwasher.

As they walked away with bellies full of good food, Mikey couldn't help but sigh lovingly. What a good morning it was today...

Mikey is such a little chef so I found it only fitting that I would center this prompt around Mikey. Ik it's kind of bad but I still think it's uber cute.

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[readychilledwine]

✨️some previews for you✨️

Ya girl is getting back on a night shift schedule and has been busy💙

Small World pt 2

Azriel was studying you like a project. You were a different female down here. Cold, uncaring, forced into this role of the High Lord's daughter.

Did these fae know you took far too much creamer in your coffee?

That you were afraid of storms?

That you only ate fruit pastries because you found chocolate too bitter?

You were Rhysand through and through with that mask on. But inside, inside Azriel knew you carried the very light of what your grandfather built. You were a true dreamer, and you could rattle the very stars themselves if your father would just give you the chance.

If Rhysand would just believe in you.

Kissed by Fire

This was the Gods mocking him. Eris held the female's face in his hands, studying those blue grey eyes, memorizing every inch of her glowing skin.

He'd make her part of his bargain. Regardless of not knowing who the hell she was.

His mate.

His future wife.

The female he'd die to make his everything.

Extramarital Escape pt 2

Feyre was breathing heavily, eyelids fluttering shut as your lips were but mere inches from hers.

You finished fixing her earring, backing away from her and watching as she almost crumbled with disappointment. "How lucky are we to have such a beautiful High Lady?"

Cat and Mouse prequel part 3

Azriel's chest was flush against yours. "Never again. You NEVER put yourself on the line for me again." He wanted to clean the blood from your face. Erase this moment from history and hold you until it all went away.

But there was only so much he could truly do to comfort both of you.

Only so much time before more of your former "friends" appeared.

"Fuck it," Azriel grabbed your face, slamming his lips on yours and just prayed you reciprocated.

[brown-forking-weed]

do you think that the brand of coffee creamer is called "coffee mate" because the name "cream mate" sounded a little too macabre

[spectres-n-soap]

The Past - Ghost x Soap x You

Content Warnings - fluff, minor angst, afab!fem!reader, no use of Y/n or nicknames

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It’s too fucking early for this shit, that is your first thought when you roll out of your cot. Distantly you can hear a certain Scot talking loudly, Soap is likely bugging Ghost. You drag your hands down your face as you look at your alarm clock, 04:48 am. “It’s too fucking early.” You grumble as you get up anyways.

After being in the military for years, long enough to have built up a good enough record to be recruited by John Price for 141 task force, you probably should be used to waking up at the ass crack of dawn. But even the sun is still slumbering, the sky isn’t even a faint shade of pink to welcome the giant ball of gas.

You pull on your uniform and slick your hair into a bun, fighting with little flyaways the entire time. You brush your teeth and scroll through your phone as you do so. Updates from your family on facebook and new instagram stories from friends and celebrities, the same thing every day. But that’s why you joined the military, well that was one of the reasons. Routine, something you thrived in just as much as being thrown into the field with nothing but your wits. You rinse out your mouth and look at yourself in the mirror for a second, staring dead into your own eyes before you leave the small bathroom.

You are slow to walk to the recreational room, burdened with the knowledge that Soap had already started his antics early. Ghost is sitting at the island counter, his broad shoulders hunched and his simple balaclava pushed up halfway as he takes sips from his tea. Soap is talking about something but you don’t have the patience or brain power to figure it out and by the way Ghost is, neither does he. You wander over to the coffee pot and pour yourself a cup before dumping as much creamer and sugar as you can possibly bear into it. “Is tha’ even coffee now?” Ghost asks.

Perhaps a few months ago you would have been startled at his sudden words but it seemed that the ice between the two of you had melted since you had covered his six in the last mission. “Don’t know, don’t care.” You mumble as you lean against the counter as you stir your coffee. You blow on it and take a tentative sip. Disgustingly sweet, good. Now you can’t taste the bitter coffee under it. You drag your eyes over the rec room and nod to a very tired Gaz who must have dragged himself out of bed no long after you. You watch as Gaz smacks Soap on the back of the head.

”Shut up mate, you’re gonna wake the entire barracks with your talkin’.” Gaz grumbles before he makes his way over to the coffee pot and pours himself what little is left in it. You cringe as he drinks it black, no matter how many times you’ve seen him do it your stomach still churns. Which is a weird thing, because you’ve seen the brutality of war and have both been the subject of and done interrogations that got messy.

But it's Gaz drinking straight black coffee that gets you. You know it's not even his preference! You had asked him how he can stomach it without any kind of creamer or sugar and he admitted that he only drinks it black in the morning because he doesn’t really care how his coffee is that early. That truthfully, he much prefers something sweet like a latte or something.

“Away n’ bile yer heid!” Soap snaps at Gaz, leaning over the back of the couch haphazardly.

”English MacTavish.” Ghost grunts and you can’t help the snicker that leaves you.

“Oh not ye tae lass.” Soap groans, feigning heartbreak as he collapses onto the couch dramatically.

”You a theater kid Johnny?”

”Nae, jus’ naturally talented.” Soap says and you can hear the wink he gives even if no one can see it. “Wha’ about ye L.T? Ye a theater kid?”

” ‘Course he is.” You pipe up, “I mean, look at him.” You tease, referencing his collection of skeleton paraphernalia.

”Shut it.” Ghost says but you swear you can see the corners of his eyes crinkle just a little.

You grunt as you land hard onto the mat. “Ow.” You grumble.You rub the back of your head as you sit up. You don’t know why you had chosen Ghost as your sparring partner, maybe you had some kind of hidden masochistic streak or a wish for a migraine by the end of the day. Either way, you were getting your ass thoroughly kicked. “Do you have to slam me so hard?” You ask as you get up from your spot on the mat.

”Maybe break my grip successfully and you won’t end up on the mat.” Ghost says and you roll your eyes at the same time you roll your shoulders to try and loosen them up. “Come on, let's go again.”

You don’t care what Ghost or Soap says, you watch them sit next to each other, a kind of closeness you silently envy. You might be a part of the team now, accepted and appreciated but you know you’ll never have what they have. Whatever that is, whether this bromance has more bro or ro to it is a subject much debated. But what matters is that Soap is the only person allowed to talk off Ghost’s ears no matter the subject. Soap gestures wildly with his hands and Ghost watches and listens, you don’t need to see his eyes to know there is a kind of fondness within them for the Scot.

You swallow the lump trying to form in your throat and dump the rest of your drink down the sink. “Think I’m gonna turn in for the night, I had an early morning.”

”I said sorry.” Soap grumbles and you laugh before you leave for your room. You lay in your cot and look at your hand, empty and cold. You feel a certain shame, a certain flavor of loneliness, when you place your hand in the other and clasp them together. The idea of your hand being held by someone, by certain someone’s, is both a comforting one and a heartbreaking one. You bit your lip and close your eyes, letting yourself pretend for just a moment.

[coffeecreamerboy]

Coffee mate after eight creamer

3/10

Tastes like ashes with coffee

Tastes like cigarette smoke with chocolate milk

A weird artificial taste even for coffee creamer

[slfrench]

Winter 2024 Product Review: Coffee Creamers