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Teruteru doesn’t bother entertaining those rude remarks as he steadily works on his newest masterpiece. “ Do you want me to whip you something up with miso in it? Because I thought a savory seafood dish would be good enough for the yakuza heir.” He looks into the pot and watches as the large lobster tail turn from a simple part of a sea crustacean to a dish that Roylaty dined on.

That’s what has always fascinated him and kept him cooking. The mere act of putting things together that on their own are ok ( or in some cases inedible) and mixing it with similar things and concocting something that courtiers would sing praises to during feasts. It also helped that it is a skill that is needed to survive.

“ So what do you want with the lobster tail and steak? I can make some bread, rice, or whatever. I just have to know so I can fulfill your desires....unless you have other desires that need to be filled with my, other talents.”

@chefmamasboy liked for a starter!

The yakuza merely scoffed and crossed his arms. “Yeah right, I’ve tasted a lotta great food before doubt your’s is anything special.” And honestly after that incident Fuyuhiko was highly hesitant on trying anymore of Hanamura’s food, even if it did taste amazing last time. However the smell drifting though his nose at present was very tempting, but he resisted.

“What are ya even cooking anyway? Something with miso?” 

Making a guess as he glanced at the various ingredients on the counter. “…Guess it smells pretty good….But I doubt it tastes any better.” Coming closer as he made a move to pick up a packet of the stuff examining it without asking. 

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Teruteru shakes his head as he leans in dangerously close to the girl’s face. He hasn’t seen her before in the school so most likely she’s the relative of one of the students here. And my my is she delightfully pretty.

“ Because darling it’s the new year and I promised my self to start this year off with a bang and a lady.” He purrs out the last part as his arm silently wraps around her waist and starts to pull her even closer. “ You my fiery Madame is the first person that I saw when I made the promise. So it had to be fate!”

“ So Tell me! Did you enjoy my party snacks? It’s only fitting that the best school in the world lets the best chef cater!” He picks up an finger food and takes a small bite. “ Delicious! Try!” He lifts the snack to her face waiting for the magical bite.

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Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.

Look, the succubus didn’t even know how she wibded up celebrating new years at some highschool party. At this point she was just sitting down waiting for midnight to come so she could leave before anyone realised how she wasn’t drunk, despite the ammount of drink she had downed. The last thing she expected is to have some little gremlin try to kiss her. Of course, she moved her head a little late, and the kiss landed on her cheek

“Name one reason I shouldn’t blow this party popper right in your face”

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“ Like me?” This can’t be happening. A girl is saying she likes him. Him. Dopamine starts to rush through his veins as he slides his pants back on and rushes over to her. “ Well darling dearest I would say naturally! Now tell me about these feelings. Feelings are the spice of life!”

😲 ((Imsosorry-))

NEVER BE SORRY FOR TERUTERU MASTURBATING)))

Teruteru eyes widen as he turns his head and sees the girl standing there. Eyes just as wide as his and mouth hung low. He glances back down and sees that his hand is still resting on the middle section of his thick cock. “ Hello~ Wish to help me?” He smirks as his masturbaition hand leaves the penis to grab a blanket. With a quick swish he lays it on his lower half.

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Beef tenderloin with chimichurri I made for Christmas dinner

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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ LEGACIES / 1.07 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

“I’m no stranger to death, but that doesn’t mean I want to talk about it.”

“Why write to the dead? I don’t see the point.”

“I’d rather not think about it at all.”

“Lately, death keeps knocking on my door.”

“Was that really necessary?”

“Why would I help you? I’m in chains.”

“This indignity will not go unpunished.”

“Answer my questions, or I’m gonna peel your skin off like a grape and shower you with battery acid.”

“The way you’ve treated a man of my stature –– you should be ashamed.”

“Literally nobody knows who you are.”

“I take it things aren’t going well.”

“Necromancy is everywhere in occult literature.”

“Is there anyway to stop him from bringing back dead people?”

“Evil never takes a holiday.”

“I think after the week he’s had, he needs a nap and a therapist.”

“You have a powerful scent of death on you.”

“I won’t fall for your mind games.”

“Such creatures only exist in fiction.”

“Who’s responsible for this vile affront?”

“My mind is a steel trap.”

“Do you ever just say things once?”

“It is the sign of my worst existential nightmare.”

“So you think I’m going to die again?”

“I’d like to get to the bottom of how you murdered me.”

“I’m glad to hear even evil creatures don’t like Nazis.”

“The subconscious has a way of protecting the mind from the trauma of death.”

“Not a word of this to [name].”

“I wish I could say something that would help.”

“Killing her was an accident, but it doesn’t make her less dead.”

“The only advice I can offer you is to find closure.”

“Someone who was taken from us too soon can haunt us forever.”

“Holy mother Mary of demons.”

“I can also see Jesus, but that’s another can of worms.”

“You have no reason to fear me, I assure you.”

“You’re basically the Grim Reaper!”

“Oh, the Grim Reaper was a carnival sideshow act.”

“He was good for my business, always killing people.”

“He and I did our fair share of drinking here when he was at his most murdery.”

“You want to know if he’s at peace or suffering.”

“May I present the door of my subconscious.”

“Unbelievable. He ditched me!”

“If he’s going in search of answers, I need to be there when he finds them.”

“This is a little much, don’t you think?”

“And to think you said you didn’t like mind games.”

“I love you. I would never hurt you.”

“He died because of me, but that was his choice. I came to terms with it.”

“I’ll never forgive what I did to you.”

“I’m not trying to punish you.”

“I knew that you’d never hurt me, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t scare me sometimes.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“No one should ever have to be alone like this.”

“If I’m going to be a vampire, I have to be strong enough to deal with everything that comes along with it.”

“People get hurt if I’m weak.”

“How could you be so reckless?”

“I am grieving, and maybe you should try that instead of pushing everyone away.”

“Don’t you dare play disappointed dad because you are not my father!”

“That which I seek is that what did me in.”

“I had work to do and you had lessons to learn.”

“What does that mean? Well, let’s just hope you’re not alive to find out.”

“Apologies for the melodrama.”

“I was stalling you. Just as I am stalling you now.”

“He did die with love in his heart and he doesn’t regret his choice.”

“He won’t find peace until you do.”

“I’m not sure how to fix it.”

“She told me she wanted me to be a better man. Can you help me with that?”

“Today I saw a glimpse of what true loneliness feels like.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t have your back today.”

“He’s probably going to be mad at me for awhile.”

“I wonder if we can finally get some quiet around here.”

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Send me “✧” to catch my muse in nothing but sexy underwear.

Alternately, send  “✦” for my muse to catch yours.

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He turns and looks at her with full attention. “ Yes? What is it?” He starts to will his boner away by thinking about his mother, and sex and mom is two things that never went together. The woman seemed to be too pure to know about sex and all other perverted things, but she did have three kids so she had to know enough about it to replicate it. But a part of him refused to accept that instead opting for the childhood explanation she gave him: one day she was cooking and a fairy blessed an oven baked dish so when she pulled it out of the oven a baby Teruteru was there instead of a cake!

😲 ((Imsosorry-))

NEVER BE SORRY FOR TERUTERU MASTURBATING)))

Teruteru eyes widen as he turns his head and sees the girl standing there. Eyes just as wide as his and mouth hung low. He glances back down and sees that his hand is still resting on the middle section of his thick cock. “ Hello~ Wish to help me?” He smirks as his masturbaition hand leaves the penis to grab a blanket. With a quick swish he lays it on his lower half.

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He shakes his head and lifts his finger to say ‘ a moment.’ “No no! It’ll go away with time! Now.” He quietly grabs the porno mags stuffed behind him and quietly slides them down the side of his bed. “ What brings you here? Do you need any cooking, baking, or other accoutrements that I can provide? Or do you need something... more?”

😲 ((Imsosorry-))

NEVER BE SORRY FOR TERUTERU MASTURBATING)))

Teruteru eyes widen as he turns his head and sees the girl standing there. Eyes just as wide as his and mouth hung low. He glances back down and sees that his hand is still resting on the middle section of his thick cock. “ Hello~ Wish to help me?” He smirks as his masturbaition hand leaves the penis to grab a blanket. With a quick swish he lays it on his lower half.

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😲 ((Imsosorry-))

NEVER BE SORRY FOR TERUTERU MASTURBATING)))

Teruteru eyes widen as he turns his head and sees the girl standing there. Eyes just as wide as his and mouth hung low. He glances back down and sees that his hand is still resting on the middle section of his thick cock. “ Hello~ Wish to help me?” He smirks as his masturbaition hand leaves the penis to grab a blanket. With a quick swish he lays it on his lower half.

[chefmamasboy-blog]

Send a 😲 for your muse to walk in on mine masturbating!

OR Send a 😰 for my muse to walk in and catch yours masturbating.

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Lemon meringue pie 👌👌

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He merely nods and burrows into her back. The subtle firmness of the young woman always gave him a vague sense of his country days where most everyone had to do some hard lifting or fixing before being able to come into the dinner and eating the tiredness away.

He’s glad that she’s come to the school and into his life. It’s surprising that hardly anyone besides her really understands the true beauty of sex and having a dirty mind. It was almost magical that she wears a bdsm belt ( at least that is what he assumes it is) around her waist at all times during school. Almost to remind them that sex made them and they’ll participate in it too.

He sighs as his breath slowly tries to sync up with the other’s. It seemed to be an involuntary flirting technique, breath like the person to get into their pants.

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Teruteru happily obliges in the blonde’s request as he snuggles his plump body against her thin one. “ What a beautfiful night don’t you think?” He asks cheerfully, almost too cheerfully. Almost as if someone, or a close pharmacist peer, has drugged him and gently guided him here.

“ You’re such a kind woman for taking me in when it’s so cold out there!” He cries out as the summer moon gleams on his pale fully dressed body.

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His eyes widened again as he nodded. “ Ah those viral little things. I can easily make those! Ha! Don’t you worry your little self I don’t need any help.” He smiles at her as he walks over to wash his hands once more to ensure that he’s ready to start.

“ How about instead you show your voluptuous cakes?” His nose tingles reminding him to not think about sex while making cakes with their own jiggle effects. Instead he shakes his head and pulls out bowls, pots, pans, and weights for everything he needs. “ You always want a metric weight for these things because the other kind isn’t accurate.” He explains to the woman as she, hopefully, watches him at work. “ You’d be awfully surprised at how many people make that mistake. It’s something only country bumpkins will do, heh.”

Once all of his supplies are laid out he starts to quickly pull out the nescarry ingridents before pausing at the storage room for flavors and extracts. “ Do you wish to have a normal cake or do you want something daring?”

CLOSED STARTER

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You know, Blythe was expecting a normal morning. To wake up in the familiar dark room of her dorm, surrounded by dolls covered head to toe in stitches and pins. It started like that, sure, as she got ready for the day, pulling on her underwear and putting her clothes on over it. It was until she walked out the door, she heard the fluttering of paper. She backs up, and turns back to her closed dorm room, and sees a pink piece of paper taped to her door. It smelled of food and faintly of sweat.

Reading the note was kind of like having forks in your eyes, It was painfully sappy and mushy to read. Something about another Ultimate wanting her to try some food or something ridiculous. It must have been that chef looking guy, the one with the really funnily proportioned body, who had been following her to her every class, watching her. Little does he know, she practically has eyes in the back of her head, and she decided to entertain him a bit, and let him watch.

He had a signed autographed picture of him in the corner, doing finger guns and winking those beady little pig eyes. Blythe decided to once again entertain him, as she headed for the kitchen.

As she walked, people were gasping and looking at the pink note in her hand, whispering. Blythe could somewhat pick up what was being said: “Hanamura strikes again!”

“That poor girl! She has no idea!”

“Maybe she’ll be the one to put a boot up his ass or something to finally get him to stop…”

“He doesn’t know when to quit!”

It would appear she was not the first to receive this pink piece of paper. How unfortunate, she had thought she was a lucky, unique one! Well, she was unique, but maybe not so lucky to have gotten this note.

Entering the kitchen, she called out into it, in a most sultry tone.

“Hanamura-saaaaaaaaaan~! I have arrived! Are you hoooome~?”

Once the strange chubby goblin man entered her line of vision, she almost laughed. Almost. She kept it in, and released it as an exhale. “Why have you summoned me, Mr. Teru~?” She’d purr out a question, honestly just fucking with him at this point.

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❝ I GOT TWO FREE TACOS! ❞ ((sorry lmao))

Teruteru only shakes his head. “ Goodness! I hope you don’t get the ones packed with nothing but Junk food!” He shudders at the thought of a taco made out of chips and filled with almost nothing but meat and cheese.

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He smirks at her red face. “ What darling? Do you wish to be lightly kneaded and slowly baked? Because I don’t have to turn up the heat. I can keep everything at a slow roast.” He puts emphasis on the t at the end of his sentence.

He opens up several cabinets and fridges to reveal a variety of ingredients. Ranging from rare like caviar to common like milk. “ Darling are you inspired for a dish?”

He turns once more with an all knowing smile. “ Is there anything your special talent is calling you to do?”

Starter for @pk-punk-fire~

Teruteru was always a little skeptical about ultimates who are of the supernatural variety. His mother taught him that at an early age: always trust people when they talk about who they are and what they do, but always with a healthy amount of skepticism. So naturally he was skeptical of this Ultimate PK user.

“ Hello!” He says cheerfully as the user enters the kitchen. “ Welcome to the Ultimate kitchen! Usually it’s full, but today I’m just here cleaning!” Another thing his mother taught him. To clean up his mess and sometimes others if they leave a huge mess for some poor soul to clean up. Even if they were ultimates it doesn’t mean they have to be rude to the janitor!

“ Do you need a snack? Or a recipe? Or?” He turns his back to the PK user as he finishes cleaning up his last dirty pot. Now he had to do the rest. This was going to be a long evening indeed.