#it tastes a little sweeter

[nexus-nebulae]

tried a sardine for the first time today and you would not believe the amount of cats it brought into co-con

#we used to eat a lot of tuna as a kid #and it tastes really similar to the tuna we'd get #just like. lighter. and a little sweeter #it looks absolutely disgusting but they're not bad actually #says the cat/aquatic dragon

[todayisafridaynight]

ADMITTEDLY it’s a very “teenagers first alcohol” kind of vibe so I prommy it’s not popular with any demographic that’s older than 25 gdgdgd

I’m only just recently leaving my baby tastebuds please bare with me (and give me drink recs so I can leave candy hell)

(Also sidenote but I genuinely didn’t expect so much uproar over GRAPE FLAVOURING because I’ve never heard anyone hate it so much so once again I’m convinced this is an American problem and not a problem with my beloved grape flavour 🙏)

passport you are GROWN im fucking crying looking at all of this. this is the equivalent of whiteclaw.

#snap chats #my first alcohol as a teenager was sake ☠️ my dad started me out right 😔 and then he would get me soju 😔 #anyway if you want a REAL MANS DRINK uhhhhh As I Said ive always drank sake :) or whiskey but i get looks whenever i say that #there's this black-bottle sake my dad used to get me all the time Also by gekkeiken. maybe ill get it for stream lol... #hot preferably- cold if you go with nigori. nigori is generally a little sweeter too so if you HAVE to fucking. DIE then go with them #if you have it hot then its just a whole different feeling it's so relaxing. its like being hugged from the inside #my personal favorite's yuki nigori (they got lychee flavor :}) but if nigori doesnt make you happy soju's pretty sweet #my favorite's green apple but you can never go wrong with peach #SPEAKING OF THO noooo there's this peach beer i forget the name of. it does not taste like beer it's very good #goddammit i cant find it. it came in a brown bottle but anyway #there's this japanese plum wine i really like. also on the sweeter side but it's pleasantly dry #wine in general's a safe bet but plum wine would probably make you the happiest #the one im thinking of specifically is gekkeikan but theres a lot of options #kirin beer Unironically is p alright too idk. its like if seltzer sucked but i kinda like it #anyway no theres something wrong with you passport nobody likes fuckin GRAPE 😭 #when you drink alcohol youre supposed to respect her what the fuck are THESE

[iloveaustriailoveaustriailoveaus]

Hello. Anon here. I'm in Denmark. Trotting. Hello Danish followers. You have a lovely home :) <3. Austriaposting will resume soon. For now I venture out to invade Sweden.

#plaping up that clean water #it's amazing drinking water that does not have a taste reminiscent of bleach #also oslo is very pretty #giving you a little kith on the forehead #norway's airport smells good #someone described it as cinnamon but i think it was sweeter #very nice :) good

[reikunrei]

I’m honestly so excited that it’s gonna be at least 2 years before s5 comes out. I want to feel like I’m being resurrected when it’s released

#i say things #stranger things #I want to see will byers perfect little face and feel like I’ve found an oasis after being trapped in a desert for a thousand days #the wait will make it all taste so much sweeter

[nosferatufaggot]

It's a sad day for everyone who doesn't get to kiss me. My lips taste like coconut cake.

#Mmmmmm #I'm digging myself right now. #Is sweet tasting lips even a flex? I think it just proves that I'm a little bit of a messy eater. #I dunno. That chick in IWTV saying 'My lips are even sweeter still.' and all the fics about sweet tasting lips. #Is that a vibe? Is that what the bitches love? #I dunno. Kissing grosses me out. I am NOT kissing ANYONE so EVERYONE is missing out on my coconut cake lips. #Sentiments of a vampire.

[xamassed]

⟬ @xfestiviity​ ⟭

( Pomona to Thatch ) She feels as if she had been asleep for... a long time. To awaken out of the darkness and forget the weight of her troubles -- if but for a moment -- and walk into the light with one of her prized aprons just to see him again... every step was worth it. She smiled, giving a light tug on the other's scarf, and wrapped her arms around his. " Mm... what is for dinner tonight? Would you like some help? "

The tug to his scarf pulled his attention away, but the steady thump, thump, thump of his knife as it hit the cutting board continued despite his eyes moving towards her. The sight of her brightened his expression, the brown of his eyes growing honey-warm above a crooked smile.

“Nothing complicated. We had some meat left over that needs to be used, so I thought I’d make it into a stew. Heard we were heading towards an island with colder weather, so we can kill two birds with one stone.” He craned his head and nudged the tip of her nose with his. “But, please, stick around. I don’t know why, but it feels like I haven’t seen you in a while. . . I miss you.”

#xfestiviity #xfestiviity ; pomona #「 ( thatch ; ic ) 」 #「 v. a second chance ( thatch ; one piece ) 」 #「 r. everything tastes a little sweeter ( thatch ; pomona ) 」 #( cuties :c i missed them so much )

[sunbeings]

posting this here too because it’s still really cool but look at this sickass watermelon i cut into at work yesterday

#tasted exactly like it except a little sweeter but it was messing w my SENSES #jposts

[grumpyoldsnake]

Someone remind me to share the recipe for the cardamom clove & chocolate chip zucchini bread that I made the other day

It turned out v tasty :)

#recipes #the base recipe is a little sweeter than my personal taste prefers — even when made with nuts instead of chocolate chips #but the texture was good so I’m not inclined to change the sugar ratio too terribly much #anyway a coworker’s cinnamon allergy inspired me to ad lib the spice mix and it yurned out surprisingly well! #ooc #life flails #my stuff

[treecakes]

i enjoy looking at blueberries but i generally don’t really like the fruit. like it’s fine but also there are better fruits 🤷

#i used to think my grandfather was insane for saying this but i understand him now #i like eating them frozen and i liked eating the unripe ones when i was little #they were obviously very hard to eat and very sour but i enjoyed it :) #i still prefer them slightly unripe they’re better that way. and better for baking :) #also people tend to go for the really large berries but they don’t taste like anything? the smaller ones are sweeter :)

[exopelagic]

update I have been in SUCH a good mood today and I love talking to people <3

#just met a bunch of the other biologists in different years there was a big thing and they’re so cool #I have had. just a little bit to drink bc there was wine and it was actually GOOD I don’t like wine but this stuff was like sweeter #had an actual taste and wasn’t just bitter and burny so I. maybe had like three glasses which is not a lot but I am a small man #my friend said I was normal but he’s also an unobservant straight man I know I was a little more than normal #and also definitely less coordinated (I walked into a wall.) #(nobody was watching it was fine) #it’s fine I don’t drink very often this is probably what happens. so much for alcohol doesn’t affect me very much maybe it depends on what #OH YEAH TOPSY THIS MIGHT BE EVIDENCE FOR THE VODKA BAD THING BC THIS DIDNT GIVE ME A HEADACHE #anyway. it was so fun catching up with some of these people I only see them like a few times a year #but they’re genuinely some of the nicest people I’ve met in this place #hopefully organising a thing with a few of them soon!! will be cooking for a couple people I might invite cool masters student whom I love #she’s my favourite biologist hands down I would kill for her #idk man it’s just made me remember how much I genuinely enjoy talking to people and bc it’s not the first time with a lot of them the like #initial icy awkwardness had melted and we could just be normal people and it was great #and like normally talking to people I actually have classes with it’s weird and slightly like. comparing each other feeling yknow? #but tonight the only people I had classes with who I talked to were my actual friends and then a bunch of people in other years #so it was just nice and chill and it was honestly kinda nice being able to be the reassuring older one like a few people were for me before #anyway yeah I understand a bit more abt a) why people drink at these things (the little extra confidence is nice I can’t lie) #b) this subject sucks in many ways and a lot of the people are shit here but so many aren’t and we’re just all not talking to each other #bc of the much louder incredibly annoying people in between who are much more visible #but when you do end up together it’s rlly nice and I just wish I’d talked to some of them earlier or like. more. #ms. masters I will miss you so much when you’re gone I will not be able to fill the void you leave next year but I will try o7 #also oh god yeah the freshers have personalities now it’s great I knew I just needed to give them some time #I only talked to like. threeee? but they’re rlly nice and one is coming for dinner soon hopefully I gotta organise that at some point. #maybe next term bc I don’t think I have time or the brain space to do extras this term now #but it will be at some point bc I rlly wanna talk to them all again. I’ll have so much more time next term I can do that #anyway. I love talking to people and I rlly like when I’m in a good mood I’m gonna try hype myself up more #I think I have a habit of slipping into everything sucks but when I’m not like that I can enjoy Everything. growth #anyway I’m sleeping now I’m so tired early bed goodnight <3 #luke.txt

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・geto showing gojo how you taste ⸜⸜・

"he told me you'll be good." gojo pouts, his eyes trying to look at suguru for comfort. geto promised him that he can taste your pussy. he's good best friend after all and they share everything... except geto's girlfriend.

"come on, just a little taste test." suguru baby talks you. it's embarrassing now after he promised satoru that he can eat you out.

"fine." you roll your eyes at them and satoru wastes no time getting in between your legs. hr peels your underwear to the side, his tongue kitten licking your clit. he shoots you a sly smile before licking a stripe to your opening to gather your juices on his tongue.

he smacks his tongue as he tastes your juices in his mouth.

"she's sweeter than i thought." he tells suguru.

"i told you she's sweet." geto says. you look at both of them with a confused look. that's it? he barely touched your clit.

"she looks like she wants more." satoru winks at geto, making your cheeks turn red. he kneels in between your thighs again, his finger just grazing your clit.

"you can taste her while i lick her clit." suguru basically shoves satoru to the side. they both get in between your legs and you almost faint.

having two gorgeous men in between your thighs was never something you would imagine to happen. gojo laps happily on your juices while geto stimulates your clit.

"are you gonna cum for us, pretty girl? cum and you can take both of us in that pretty pussy."

#jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x y/n #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you

[sburbanrelapse]

DREAM ENTRY #2 - 14/10/23 - SWEETEST INDULGENCE, PERFECT TO THE TASTE

everything there was covered in strawberry sauce.

one of my friends had gotten this wonderful darkly-colored street apartment, back on the street i used to live near with the freeway right next to it, with this massive yard. must have sliced out a part of the park to do it. we were all playing a wargame, or otherwise represented some stupid, petty political squabble my specific brand of mental illness has always found fun? the kitchen was big enough to seat either, i know that much, but not at the same table.

"and you were there," i want to say - but. well. that the both of you were there is more accurate.

realistically, there's no reason the either of you should be interacting with that group, the first collection of friends i ever made, other than obligation. that sort of grand excuse to be awful to each other's not up the host's alley anyways, and it's certainly not up yours, transient and adorable and all too merciful. more than anything, frankly, it must have just been an excuse my mind concocted to ensure we'd be largely alone and that i'd be the only target of either of your affections.

the entire house was littered with strawberries. by the time we moved to the park, the juice was practically covering the floor. all the better. i've told the loopily sweet one at least what that does to me.

strangely, i think it took until the event was almost all the way over for there to be a kiss. i applaud myself on the self-restraint. with the host it was more just that sort of noxiously toxic brand of almost-flirting we do for once confirmed as such. staring at each other with eyes only made for one another, dancing that little dance of power, corruption and lies, hanging off each other and leaving strawberry sauce everywhere we went. you've told me you've always found them mediocre, as a fruit. but they've always been my favorite. that must have been why you came in with thirty bins of the stuff.

it was the unfailingly kind one whose lips i melted into in the end, half-falling over and sweet red liquid in each other's mouths. your tongue tasted like rose-gold sunsets and waking up tangled up together on other people's couches and i wondered after if now was the time to start consulting a guide for how to kiss you better, so as to keep you from having to train me overmuch.

so at least i wasn't warping reality too shamelessly. i seemed to understand that that'd be a rare thing.

you switched in naturally. that was what surprised me. you switched in naturally, not a lick of exhaustion, not with a fragment of your host's reliance on those new and exciting neurotoxins she takes to act like it's okay to give every part of herself away. but it was brilliant, i think, watching you come to the fore only because you wanted to.

reminds me now of that one time with the ice cream parlor, back when i was the only one who really knew you.

better off that there's more, really. so perhaps that's why i envisioned it at that friend's place, and not any of yours. because there at least i could get what i want without feeling guilty about it.

there was goopy, dripping strawberry jam on the street. i pretended to clean it with a mop but just used it as an excuse to talk with you for every second. i chased you, by the end of that, like a heat-seeking missile, like it was my life's dream to wind myself in your arms and let you help me forget about everything.

maybe it already is.

#dream registry #kicking it in the asylum #a normal and healthy amount of love expressed in a safe and adroit manner #strawberries! #far and away the greatest fruit #so sweet. so juicy. so rich in taste #helped me realize i was a girl when i was anywhere between six and eight #any sugar sweeter cloys on my ashen tongue #i'll grow out of that yet though within the year #which thank god for it #you probably don't want to be making strawberry desserts for me every time i come over. mix it up a little!

[chaotic-history]

holy shit whatever they put in russian oreos is good

#it's sweeter and the cookie part is also a little bit softer? #and the filling tastes creamier

[whomturgled]

just tried to make a balsamic reduction real quick for some bruschetta and i accidentally made balsamic taffy.

#the texture.... is.. . hm. #a little too much sugar and too long Reducting i think. #I ONLY ADDED SUGAR BC I QUICKLY GOOGLED AND SMTHN MENTIONED #that u can add it to be sweeter or not and i was like yeah i think stuff ive had like this before didnt taste like straight up balsamic vin #so. yup. whoops. #took me back to my days as a taffy chef tho fr

[cheonstapes]

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘THE SWEETER THE JUICE’ o(^-^)o

･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡. miguel o’hara x reader .｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･

SMUT

now he’s finally got you pregnant, he’s gonna do what he’s been dreaming of all these years. suck. those. tits.

same universe as this miguel.

cw; lactation kink, pregnancy, breeding kink (not really but yknow me), dry humping, titties, older nerd!miguel, they’re finally married!

800+ words

@cheonstapes : she’s back! again!

if miguel had to pick a part of your body he loved the most, it’d definitely be your tits.

if you think he was obsessed before — you don’t wanna know what goes through his head as he watches you waddle around his house, carrying his kid, sighing every time you leak through another shirt. you had forgone a bra ever since you got pregnant, saying how uncomfortable they feel against your chest — not that he was complaining.

“for fucks-sake, again?”

he was so used to hearing you say that, he already had a shirt on hand for you to change into. you were so grateful for your doting husband that you completely missed that nasty glint in his eyes you usually only see when he’s bending you over the bed and fucking you raw — luckily for him.

“here, honey. lift your arms for me.”

as you do, he pulls the shirt up — the soiled fabric catching under your swollen breasts as he wiggles it off you. “ah, shit — thanks, baby. but fuck, am i’m so tired of changing shirts every 10 minutes!” you might be tired, but miguel cannot get enough of it. he was already so fucking hard, practically salivating at the sight of your bare breasts still leaking down your heavy belly.

“maybe you should just ditch the shirts all together, love — you know i hate seeing my beautiful wife uncomfortable.” miguel’s voice was a soft whisper in your ear, lips slowly tracing down the side of your jaw to your sensitive neck — kissing the skin so tenderly. his calloused hands gently massaged the taut flesh of your tits, probing and squeezing at your nipples to let out small trickles of that sweet milk.

“migs, how many times are you gonna say that?”

“as many as it takes for you to finally listen.”

the breathy laugh you let out did little to qualm the feeling deep in his gut — he was dead serious, there was absolutely no reason for you to be in shirts all the time when you have him to take care of you whenever you needed a good milking. his hips were already sinking into to the plush of your ass that he loved oh-so-much — especially with how much fatter it got during your pregnancy.

it was almost as if he had lost control of his body, a hand landing on your waist to bend you over the counter as he mindlessly ruts into you. “dios, nena, eres tan hermosa. vas a ser la mamá más guapa, ¿verdad? mm, my pretty, little mama.” miguel never failed to turn you on to no bounds, like, you have a walking greek god as a husband — but those fucking hormones were making it unbearable.

the force at which he was pushing against you had shifted your drenched panties to the side, leaving practically nothing between you and his drooling bulge. his fingers tightened around the fat of your hips, squeezing the flesh delicious hard as his free hand flipped you over — pushing your back against the edge of the counter. “shit…been waiting to taste these all fucking day, honey.”

mindful of your growing belly, he hiked one of your legs up on his hip — craning his neck down to suck on a pert nipple. wasting no time, and at a much better angle, he continued to grind against you — his tip catching against your engorged clit. “m—migs, baby, fuck…” the way he swirled and sucked so eagerly reminded you of when you first started dating, how determined he was to knock you up before the two of you even moved in together.

the taste was so addicting, some of your milk trickling down his body — dripping onto the ground beneath you. you knew he was about to cum, hard — his eyes had rolled back, breathing in heavy pants, hands rushing to pull down the waistband of his sweats. “gonna paint my girls in my cum, love — sé una buena chica y mantenlos juntos para mí.”

“‘course, baby.” you nodded breathlessly, squishing the globes of fat together as he pumped his cock dry — head thrown back as ropes upon ropes of his hot seed coated your tits, sliding into the self-made crevice. “god, what did i do in my past life to have a wife as sexy as you, mamí?” his spent cock bobbed against his thigh as he trapped you against the counter — kissing you deeply as his wet hands reaching up to rub the cum into the skin of your breasts.

“mmph — y’know, i heard cum’s good for the skin. it, uh, helps with the blood circulation in your tits — i think we should do this more often, love.”

“migs, if you weren’t, like — a whole scientist, i might’ve believed you. if you want a titjob, just say that.”

“…i mean, you said it — not me.”

all your home shirts were promptly locked away and never to be seen again.

-new year, new waiting for cheon to get her shit together andpost!

#cheonstapes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel smut #miguel o’hara smut #cheonstapes films!🪷 #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel ohara x you #nerd miguel smut #nerd miguel

[cosmosis]

based on this image from @fr3akingtf0utrn

MOVED TO @seratopia

miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - office life

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Miguel O’Hara doesn’t fall in love with just anyone.

But... every time he sees you around the office, his hands almost inch towards you like a moth would a light. Something ignites in him that he can’t explain, but he can’t help but want so much more of you. 

He likes to give you bagels and coffee during your breaks. (haha) Your work almost seems to magically disappear, and you’re a lot of the time left to finish up the easy stuff. Somehow, he’s even managed to sit with you for lunch, the rest of the spider-people in the cafeteria staring at the two of you while you eat. 

The entire building, all of the spider-people seem to know the happenings between you and Miguel, and they love it. It’s become somewhat a staple gossip within the workplace.  

Anyone bold enough would pass by Miguel in the hallways and say, “We’re rootin for you, boss!” In which Miguel wouldn’t know how to feel, whether it’d be angry or happy. 

As of now, the two of you have been flirting around, evidently more than just coworkers. He’s yours, and you are his. To you, though, he’s the absolute sweetest. He takes work off your plate, he’s kind, and he adores you. 

You’ve noticed Miguel getting a bit touchy lately, which you aren’t necessarily complaining about. Whether it’d be on your arm, a gentle hand on your neck to guide you through a crowd, or just being generally close to you, Miguel has been making his advances on you after Lyla spilled how it should be fine to do. 

His touch makes you shiver a little; he’s extra warm and so very gentle. You almost always lean into his touch, and Miguel loves it too, he just doesn’t admit it upfront. 

“You did great today, Miguel.“ You say. 

Both you and Miguel just headed back to Nueva York from a mission, taking out another stray anomaly that wouldn’t come without a fight.

 Miguel’s stomach flutters a little. Rarely, he ever gets praised by anyone. He’s the boss, the CEO; most of the time, he feels like it’s expected of him to do the best job. But, praise tastes much more sweeter when it comes from you. 

“You did well yourself, sweetie.“

Miguel’s mask dissolves away, leaving behind his pretty face. You don’t think you’d ever get tired of it. He gives you this look of adoration, one that the rest of the office has never, ever seen in person. 

You’re in Miguel’s office, well, more like your shared office. Miguel insisted that you’d move into his office, claiming, “I don’t want to go through the entire building just to find you for something.” which is code for, “I can’t live a day without being near you.” 

So now, you have your own desk and work area. You’re both alone, no one to bother, (except maybe Lyla, but she knows better.)

You’re at your desk, and Miguel steps up behind you. His big hand slithers to your lower back, running his fingers against the curve of your spine. He’s warm, you can still feel the heat radiating off of him from the previous mission. 

You feel him lean in, discreetly nosing his face into the top of your head. You lean in back, bumping your upper back into his chest. 

“Is this okay?“ Miguel mumbles, serious heat trailing up to his neck and ears. 

You nod. “Yes.”

And it was sealed from there. 

Now, Miguel rubs your back too often. His hand fits into place with your back like a puzzle piece, Miguel always finding some kind of way to lay his hand where it belongs. You love it. 

In the office? Yes.

During lunch? Yes.

Even on missions, he pulls you by your lower back to usher you away from a hit, and you both play around with that. He’s all fun and games when on missions, flirting, teasing, kissing. 

Now, it almost feels wrong when he isn’t touching you. 

. . .

“Hey, girl, look at this!“ 

Lyla pops in, automatically pulling up an internet article on your desk screen. It’s a web article; “The Science Behind Courtship in Male Spiders”

“Lyla, what does this have to do with anything?“ You ask.

Instead, she just scrolls into the article, highlighting a quote; male spiders give “back rubs” to seduce their mates. 

You raise your eyebrow. 

“You wanna know why Miguel’s been rubbing you so much? It’s cause of that!“ Lyla exclaims, as if she’s discovered this new scientific theory. 

“I guess you’re kinda right on that.“ You mutter. But, the more you start to think about it, the more it makes sense.  

Now every time Miguel palms your back, you think about the article. 

© 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔.

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