#sushi-devourer

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i know these workers are TIRED of my gluttonous ass </3

[comvi]

HAPPYPYYY NEWWW YEARSSSS 🎉🎉🎉

[gothicbi]

hiii i've been so inactive but i turned 22 today!! feeling very loved this week

[madkuroi]

Also back with my favourite kind of question: what do you associate with Veronna and why? [Example: flowers, weather phenomenon etc]

Hi Nimo! Thanks for another ask! Aside from aestethics, I'll go with two things that I associate the most with Veronna, the first one being one of the Flowers I assigned to her! And the second one, pretty much a fun fact but something that represents her character overall!

Flower: Black Rose

(Explanation under the cut!)

Meaning: Not only considered a myth, but deeply appreciated in obscure cultures, Black Roses are tied to mourning and the end of cycles. But at the same time, said flowers are also related to passion, mystery and even lust. In a pagan perspective, they're used in rituals focused on love, connections and deep passion, being said connection carnal or spiritual.

In the language of flowers, roses have many different meanings. Black roses symbolize ideas such as hatred, despair, death or rebirths. Which represents Veronna's character as a whole and who she is. Carrying an outstanding beauty, yet hiding a ferocious side which can't be controlled. Think about someone who brings the dangerous side of love. Judging by one of her aliases, the Devil of Venice is pretty much compared to a black rose full of thorns ~

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And the second thing that I relate to her, is something more tied to her personality, maybe? But showing a side that only tends to surface in certain occasions. As a Taurus herself (April 21), Veronna loves food. But most specifically, seafood in general, pretty much thanks to Mediterranean cuisine. However, once she joins the Novana and tends to spend more time with Ale in Namimori, she fell in love with Japanese cuisine, and she needs to be "rescued" at Takesushi plenty of times while enjoying some authentic sushi. Veronna also tends to be very bubbly while enjoying food that she likes, which brings a more joyful side in contrast to the ruthless assassin that's mostly seen.

(And yes, she makes fish puns for Squalo just to piss him off. She's Venetian, teasing is part of her nature LMAO)

[saltyfilmmajor]

Amazing what food can do, I feel like a person again

[eli0004]

Ordered a sushi roll and got one for free, my life is now complete.

[eulbydoom]

all i can think about rn is pickled ginger & sushi

[bananami]

The One Where Bakugo is Different With You (and your friends kinda called it but are too dumb to fully connect the dots) katsuki x fem!reader

No one understands what it is you did to make him like you. You insist that you didn't do anything. They don't believe you.

Bakugo isn't nice to anyone. He tolerates people. Sometimes. In fact, it's not like he's even nice to you. But he is different. And everyone has noticed.

"That's her seat, get up." He snaps at Mineta as the boy sits down next to him.

"What, she has to sit next to you?"

"Get. Up."

Mineta doesn't hesitate.

You've known him as long as the rest of them, but for some reason he seems softer toward you. Kirishima is the first to bring it up to him.

"Do you like her or something?"

"She's my friend, of course I like her."

"Denki is your friend, you don't like him."

"Hey!" Denki yells from the other side of the couch.

Bakugo just grits his teeth and doesn't respond.

Even when riffing with him, he takes what you say differently than he does with everyone else.

"What if I just cracked this egg over your head?"

He looks down at you. "I'd be impressed that you could reach."

"That hot head would probably fry it." Sero laughs at his own joke.

Sparks began to form from the explosion hero's good hand. "I will blast you out of this building!"

And forget about anyone else asking him for anything. He doesn't really do favors, not unless he's hounded to do them. But for you?

"I'm hungry."

Bakugo stands from the couch and holds out his hand to pull you up with him. "Let's go try the new sushi place down the block."

Or

"I have an interview with the talkshow next week but they want me there at like six in the morning."

He doesn't even look up from his phone, where he's opening his calendar to schedule himself off of work that day. "I'll stay by your place and drive you in the morning."

OR

A bag falls into your lap and the blonde plops down next to you. "They were on sale."

You open the bag to find your favorite candies, letting out an excited squeal. "They've been out the last two weeks."

"I told the guy to call me when he got a box in."

Denki tries to reach his hand out for a box but it's slapped away by the larger blonde. "Touch it or her and I will personally cut off that hand."

And then there's Kirishima's personal favorite interactions to watch. Something Bakugo has done since living in the dorms at UA, through your roommate years where all of you split an apartment to save up money.

Bakugo would get up to leave the room and stop in the doorway, staring directly at you. "Are you coming?"

"Where are we going?"

"Check your phone."

You would look down at your phone and laugh every time. "Are you embarrassed to say it in front of everyone?"

"Shut the fuck up and get over here!"

Everyone could read between the lines, and his blush on his cheeks.

But you'd never officially dated. Anytime any of the friend group would ask about it, you'd both deny it and change the subject. Kirishima and Mina would narrow their eyes in suspicion at you and one another.

"You just treat her different than everyone else." Kiri would point out.

"Friends don't look at each other the way you two do, especially not Bakugo." Mina would accuse.

The answers were always the same.

"Mind your own shitty business." Bakugo would snap.

"You all just look too much into things. He can be nice at times." You would always insist.

It would take all the way up until a random work party Bakugo's agency was holding for the truth to come out. For Denki to walk in on the two of you in the bathroom-

"Practically devouring each other! It was disgusting!"

Bakugo rolled his eyes. His arms rested around the back of the couch with you tucked close into his side. "See this is why we kept it a secret for so many years, you're all being so dramatic about it."

"Years?!" Mina screamed. "How many years has this been a thing?"

You tried to avoid all eye contact with her.

"Since high school." Bakugo replied with ease.

"Since high school?!" Your friends gaped.

"When we were all living in the dorms?" Denki asked.

"Used to meet up on the old training grounds to make out."

"The apartment we all shared?" Kirishima narrowed his eyes.

"Snuck into each other's rooms like every single night, can't believe you guys never caught us then."

"When we all were interning at the same agencies?" Sero threw out there.

"Bribed the scheduling team to put the two of us on the same routes."

"Ok wait, but you guys told us you weren't and you used to talk about the different people you would go on dates with right in front of each other- oh my fucking god." Mina facepalmed.

Bakugo laughed maniacally as you tried to hold yours in.

"So you were talking about each other? Every single time?"

"Every. Single. Time."

Mina sighed. "This is actually insane, I can't believe you never said anything."

"I mean it's not like we should be that surprised, besides," Kirishima chimed in, "it's not like they're secretly engaged to be married or anything, right?"

Silence.

"Right?" Kirishima's smile falters a bit. "Please tell me you two aren't engaged."

Bakugo blinks a few times before responding. "Ok, we're not engaged."

"Bakugo!"

"Did you think I was just really nice to her all the time for no reason?"

[lyrefromthesea]

Male pillars x reader - bringing them their favourite food.

author's note: due to a comment I've received on an earlier post, i'll not write for Muichiro anymore. i've stated before that i do not write sexual content for minors, nor do i engage in writing romantic relationships including them. everything i've written for him was seen as a platonic relationship between him and the reader. since my statement fell in deaf ears, i've decided to leave him out completely. i do not feel comfortable mentioning him in my posts anymore, my deepest apologies.

request: how would the pillars react to receiving their favourite food from you?

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

Tengen:

you were standing in the kitchen, whistling to yourself. today had been good so you decided to make your husband a little treat.

the market had been rather full, but you walked through the crowd and bought the ingredients you needed for his favourite dish.

seaweed. rice. and already prepared fugu. it had taken quite some time to find it, but you did it nonetheless.

standing in the kitchen, you had already made a plate of fugu sushi. at least that's what you thought. when you turned around to place another piece on the plate, it looked like there was one missing. have you forgotten one?

placing your finished piece on the plate, you turned around to make more. finally, you would be finished-

and another one was gone.

"Tengen! stop stealing the fugu sushi!" you scolded, not surprised when you heard quiet footsteps behind you. he wasn't a shinobi for nothing.

"sorry, darling. you looked so flamboyant, i didn't want to interrupt you!" he answered, wrapping muscular arms around you. a laugh escaped you, feeling him place his chin on the top of your hair.

"have i ever told you that you're the best?" he teased, finally freeing you from his embrace.

"i already know, that's why we're married."

Obanai:

you placed a bowl of tororo konbu right in front of him, telling him that you tried your best. naturally, he thanked you, but he didn't dive in like you would've expected him to do.

"what's wrong?" you asked, wondering if you had messed up the dish. it was your first time making it, perhaps you had missed a step or overcooked something.

"i.. could you maybe..?" Obanai asked, he appeared much more timid than usual. you tried understanding what was wrong.

seeing his finger brush against his mask, you understood, he still felt insecure about his face. you hadn't been in a relationship for long, he probably needed time to get used to this. "of course."

"just know that i would never judge you for what i see." you added, placing a kiss on his temple. truthfully, you were saddened about his request, but you wanted to give him the time he needed.

Obanai, on the other hand, was touched by your words. his meal long forgotten, he stood up, taking your hands in his.

"we should marry."

you looked at him, first shocked, and then you started laughing. perhaps he overreacted just a bit, but who could blame him?

Rengoku:

sweet potatoes. so many sweet potatoes.

when you've told Rengoku you could cook his favourite dish in the near future, he had been incredibely happy about it.

he came back with a load of sweet potatoes the next day, his whole head nearly dissapearing behind the amounts of the root vegetable he had bought.

now, another day later, you put miso soup and sweet potatoes for two on the table, smiling at your enthusiastic husband. he had offered to help you the whole time, which eventually led you to ban him from the kitchen.

he nearly devoured the dish as soon as you were sat on the opposite side of the table. it made you chuckle, seeing him swallow the huge bite he took down.

"umai!"

"you've outdone yourself, i'm glad i brought some sweet potatoes home!" he brightly smiled, earning another laugh from you. some sweet potatoes?

"Kyojuro, you brought a ton of them home." you countered, pointing at the rest of the potatoes you've put on the counter for now. "that will probably be enough for a month worth of miso soup with sweet potatoes!"

"sounds good, don't you think?"

Sanemi:

Sanemi plopped down on the engawa, letting out a heavy sigh. training had been rather hard, but he needed to stay fit. nevertheless, his muscles ached and he could really take a break.

he debated over going inside, he trained enough. a shower wouldn't hurt, he was sweating, dampened hair was sticking to his forehead. the man sighed, standing up to finally move inside.

however, when he saw you standing right behind him, he froze. you were looking up at him with wide eyes, as if you tried surpising him. he looked down at your hands - you were holding something - only now realizing that he had been right. you did try to surpise him.

he looked at the plate in your hands, it was filled with ohagi. his favourite food. his eyes moved back to your face, watching you tilt your head.

"it's for you." you told him, tilting your head to the side. "let's go inside, you've trained enough." you smiled, nodding towards the door. he nodded, following you into the kitchen. you placed the ohagi down on the counter, watching him slowly take one.

"you didn't have to." he said, already having bitten into the one in his hand. you chuckled at his words, he had nearly eaten the ohagi with one bite, yet he claimed he didn't need any.

"i needed a reason to get you away from training." you admitted, a sly smile on your face. but both of you knew he would've listened to you no matter what.

"i would've stopped anyways." he answered, placing the ohagi he had picked up to the side. he came closer, watching your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"what? why?" you asked, not questioning why he came closer. in a matter of seconds, you were in his arms, your eyes squeezing shut in disbelief.

"i wanted to shower." he smirked, basically squishing his sweaty body against yours. you let out a whine, trying to free yourself from his hug, but only managing to do so when he let go.

"great, now i can shower too!" you scolded, seeing him laugh to himself. he walked towards the bathroom, seemingly wanting to wash himself.

"let's eat the ohagi after you're finished."

Giyuu:

Giyuu didn't know what he had expected when he came home today, but he certainly didn't think it would be the smell of freshly cooked food.

no, scrap that. he was often greeted by the nice smell of a promising meal. this was different. it wasn't just any meal.

"welcome home, Giyuu." you greeted, watching him step into the kitchen. you looked content, already knowing that you would make him happy.

"are you hungry? i prepared something for you." you smiled, seeing him nod slowly. when you moved away from the table, his gaze wandered towards the bowls full of food.

your gaze was fixed on him, wanting to catch his reaction. he wasn't the type to voice his happiness, but you certainly caught the way he looked at the salmon daikon you made.

the lightest twitch of his eyebrows and the way his eyes narrowed showed his interest. he stared at the food for a moment, the quiet grumble of his stomach revealing how hungry he truly was.

but he didn't immediately start eating. instead he looked back at you, his gaze softening.

"i've got you this" he muttered, extending his hand towards you. you stared in awe, a small bag of your favourite sweets being placed in your hands.

"let's eat them for dessert, Giyuu."

Gyomei:

when you brought home the ingredients for takikomi gohan. you have wanted to surprise Gyomei with his favourite dish.

you stood in the kitchen, cutting the vegetables into small pieces, as you hummed to yourself. Gyomei should've been home in an hour, at least that's what you've thought.

"i'm home." you heard his deep voice call from the hallway. your head snapped up, looking at the ingredients and then towards the door. you wouldn't have enough time to put everything away. before you even had the chance to react, he already came through the door.

"..are those?" he stopped in the doorway, his head turning towards you. you knew he was blind, but his ability to detect your exact location surpised you ever so often.

the smell of his favourite food hung in the air, almost as if the world had wanted to ruin your surprise.

"i wanted to surprise you." you admitted, lowering your head. you knew he wouldn't be disappointed, but you've planned this since last week. he must've sensed your sadness, walking towards you and putting his hand over yours.

"i can help you, let's cook together." he offered, carefully taking the knife out of your hand. truthfully, you nearly objected, not wanting him to hurt himself, however, you nearly chuckled thinking of the large weapon he was wielding.

"let's call it a cooking date then." you smiled, opening the drawer to get a second knife.

[historynerdj2writing]

Twisted Wonderland Incorrect quotes

[CW: May include swearing]

Yuu/player/MC: Is Leona having another depressive episode? 

Ruggie: A depressive episode? He’s having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

Deuce: Remain, CALM!!!

*proceeds to slap Ace several times*

Lilia: Dinners ready!

Sebek: It smells like it’s burnt.

Silver, peaking into the pan: It looks like it too.

Grim: Without the muzzle of quality control, I can flow, more freely.

Ace, under his breath: Like a sewage drain.

Cater, pointing at the first years: You are all fucking mad.

Ortho, about to send Ace down a hill within a truck tire: See, now he’s getting it.

Jade: So that’s the update.

Azul: Thank you for that. By the way, what have the dorm members been chanting to keep up moral?

Floyd: C’mon fellas, once we complete this, we get raviolis and we’ll take a nap!

Octavinelle dorm members: Raviolis and a nap! Raviolis and a nap!

*Ruggie and Yuu walks into an all-you-can-eat buffet*

Waiter: Father, the forbidden one has returned!

Store owner: You think we forget about you son of a bitch? We still have your picture.

*cut to picture of Ruggie with a cartoonishly inflated belly, mouth open about to devour his forty-second donut, his fiftieth serving of sushi, and his hundred-second cheesy-garlic bread*

Yuu: *gives a Ruggie a confused side eye*

Epel: By the power of the Midwest…

*proceeds to pour a bottle of ranch onto a pizza slice, to the horror of… well… everyone staring at him*

Yuu: I have learnt a lot during my time here.

Crowley: Oh, like what?

Yuu: Insanity is a perfectly rational adjustment to an insane world.

Crowley: …

Teachers: …

3rd years: …

2nd years: …

1st years + Grim: …

Jamil: *shrugs* Makes sense to me.

Riddle: Ace is the fat hoof raccoon that infests my dorm. His only goal in life is property damage, and he was sent to me as either some sort of divine test or as punishment for wrongdoings on a cosmic level.

[inf3ct3dd]

ellie headcanons pt 4.!

warnings: literally nothing

content: loser!ellie x reader

authors note: brewing a full length fic in my mind rn… this might be the last hc post 😓!!!

pt.3. taglist!

- loves matching with you. keychains, shoes, outfits, literally anything. if you have dyed hair, she’d dye a piece of hers to match you.

- makes up elaborate plots to kiss you bc she’s too cool and nonchalant to ask for a kiss 😕😕

“ugh, my lips are just sooooo dry…��

“didnt you literally just put chapstick on 5 minutes ago?”

“yknow chapstick these days…so…low quality.”

“is this your weird way of asking me to kiss you?”

“noooo what!!! thats craaaaazy i have nooo idea what you’re talking about!!!”

smooch

“you’re so stupid.”

“i feel sooooo moisturized right now”

- always fidgeting with something. probably has a rubix cube keychain 😕🔥🔥

- speaking of, she has an excessive amount of keychains. like so many.

- covers her eyes and peaks through her fingers every time you change infront of her

- definitely audibly said “woah” when she saw ur boobs for the first time

- has so many dumb socks. dinosaurs, minecraft, pickles, literally anything she likes she has a pair of socks for

- scarily good at roblox obbies. you literally can’t play with her because she’ll be done in like 5 minutes 😞

- loves those papas cooking games. her faves are the taco mia one and the sushi-ria

- arizona green tea 🗣️🗣️

- will put on awful accents for hours on end just for fun 😞 esp the italian accent. it’s ridiculous 💔💔 or that frat dude accent

“suhhh dude”

- definitely built her own pc. put a picture of you in it too ☹️☹️

- calls you “dude” or “bro” on accident sometimes

- absolutely constantly argues w ppl on the internet. if she gets bored she just tells them to kts and blocks them 😕

- MAKES THE BEST PASTA EVER!!! it’s literally her favorite food and she’s constantly cooking it. even makes her own sauce 🔥🔥

- tries to do tricks while she’s smoking and just ends up a coughing mess

- her default pose in every picture is just her doing a thumbs up and looking at the camera like this 😐 but whenever she takes a picture with you she is absolutely CHEESING

- randomly takes 0.5 pictures of you constantly. has a whole album in her phone of all the pictures

- barely ever uses instagram, and all her posts are just pictures of you.

- “i could take a bear in a fight.”

- loves balancing things on your head when you fall asleep around her. one time you woke up to like 20 cheerios falling on your lap

- whenever she’s home alone she puts on insanely random outfits and then forgets she’s wearing them. one time you came home to her sleeping on the couch in a full suit

- lets you stand on the cart in the grocery store so she can stand behind you and push it around

- has had the same backpack since the 5th grade. she’s had to sow it back together 20 times and she refuses to throw it away because its “special”

- stalks all your reposts on tiktok when she’s bored

“was this about me???”

- absolutely disgusted by like…any type of canned food. she will not go near it. ESPECIALLY SARDINES

- makes a million typos every time she texts you. her messages are like ancient scrolls you have to decipher to read

“sre tou comungw over todqy ??”

- every time she wears a hat she wears it backwards

- hates sharing her food, but will constantly eat yours

“just a little bite!!!” and she eats like half of it 😒

- has the julien baker rainbow guitar strap

- literally loves apples. so much. apple juice, apple pie, apple cider, literally ANYTHING that has apples in it/ is apple flavored she will DEVOUR IT

- whenever she cooks for herself, she just eats it straight out of the pot/pan.

“whats the point?? ‘s just more dishes to wash 😒”

taglist: if ur name is crossed, i cant tag u :((

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[neuvilette-tea-party]

Heya ! Can I request how would you think Steb would propose to us ?? I really want to know what you think about that ! ^w^ Thank you !!!

I am so weak for marriage proposals !!!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ And with babygirl Steb... (｡>\<)

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ Steb x GN!reader ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

Tags: Steb is selectively non-verbal, proposal, nocturnal picnic, fluff, soft, lovey-dovey, intimacy

"Ouch!" You gasp, hurting your feet against a root. 

You can barely see anything! It's night, and the foliage of the forest blocks the light of the full moon.  

Steb immediately slows down to check on you, worried. 

"It's okay, I did not see the root." You chuckle between the embarrassment and the pain. 

He stops to ask if he should carry you in his arms. 

"Don't be silly, Steb. In 1 minute the pain will be gone!" You retort. 

He nods and keeps going, holding your hand tenderly but firmly to guide you in the dark forest. It's been 10 whole minutes you walk in the dark but he sure knows where he is going! He proposed to you a nocturnal picnic at a lake he found during his last hike, and you agreed. It's been a while since you had a date together! 

He mind-absently brushes your hand with his thumb as he walks, his Vastaya eyes guiding him in the darkness. 

Finally, you reach a large glade under the full moon reflecting in the calm waters of a lake.  

This is... Magnificent. 

You notice a cover on the grass with a basket, waiting for you. 

Steb turns to you with a large arm movement to designate the entire area, a broad smile on his face. 

"It's wonderful." You chuckle, kissing his cheek lovingly. 

His ears twitch with delight as a slight purr starts rumbling in his chest. You childishly prance to the cover to sit down and observe the scenery before you. It is so calm and serene, that you can only hear the nocturnal cicadas singing with the frogs in the water. 

Steb opens the basket to take out the plates and cutlery for you to eat. He takes out little candles with a matchbox that he lights up and disposes all around you on the cover, giving a very cozy and intimate atmosphere to this already intimate location. 

"Moon light and candle light. Very romantic." You declare with a sigh of pleasure.  

He then takes out a bottle that he shows you proudly. 

"Champagne? Oh my! You really go all in tonight!" You compliment him. 

He nods enthusiastically as he pours you a glass and toast with you. You clink your glasses and take a sip together. It tastes delicious and fruity, very refreshing. He then takes out some sandwiches, a vegetable salad, and some onigiris and sushis. 

Yum, yum, yum! 

"Mmmmmmmmmh, I do not know what to start with, it all looks so delicious!" 

He considers all the dishes and shows you the chopsticks with a question in his eyes. 

You nod. 

"Good choice!" 

You dip your sushi in soy sauce and savor the rice and fish, sometimes adding some sesame seeds to them. Steb does the same, tearing the fish flesh apart with his pearly white teeth that you cannot help but admire. He eats with elegance as always, mesmerizing you. 

He notices you fixing him and stops eating to ask you if everything is okay and if the food tastes good. 

"Oh yes! It is delicious, you outdone yourself!" 

His purr resumes with higher notes, pleased with himself.  

You eat slowly, savoring the moment together, letting the light breeze caress your skin. Again, you sigh of delight, fixing the horizon. 

Steb gently wipes the corner of your lips of mayonnaise that he licks off his finger. You detail him, his gorgeous face, his handsome profile, his straight nose and ocean blue eyes... 

Such an Adonis...  

You throw yourself at him to languorously kiss his luscious lips. He lets out a light yelp of surprise before circling your shoulders to hug you tight, kissing you back with fervor, entangling your legs together. You roll on the cover as you devour each other mouth with delectation, Steb purring loudly, almost rolling over the candles. Steb finishes on top of you, parting from you, panting, ears flapping around as his cheek scales wave hard. He cups your cheek with his hand, lovingly brushing the skin as he kisses your lips, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, your chin, and your forehead. 

Every surface of your face is pecked lovingly, making you chuckle. 

You look into each other eyes, drowning in each other warm presence, enjoying each other’s company at last... 

“I love you, Steb.” You confess, heart beating fast. 

This is not the first time you confessed it to him, far from that! But each time feels like a first time, making your heart sprint and blood rush to your cheeks as you gulp. He tenderly smiles and slowly lowers himself to kiss your forehead before inviting you to sit on your knees like him. 

You obey, smiling warmly. 

He grabs your two hands that he caresses and kisses, pressing them against his lips like he tried to warm them up. He then presses them both on his heart, looking at you dead serious with a strange glimmer in his eyes. 

A glimmer of.... 

Hope. 

“(Y/n)...” He says, bending his treacherous vocal cords to work, “I have a ... Question for you. I do not know if I’ll be able to repeat myself.” He continues before coughing in pain in his fist. 

“All right.” You nod, bracing yourself, “I am listening.” 

He gently issues you to close your eyes, taking your hands off his chest and opening them as to receive something. You frown, still smiling, wondering what this is all about. 

You feel him putting something in your hands. 

“Open.” He whispers. 

You open back your eyes and almost gasp of shock. 

In the palm of your hands, a shining ring with a white diamond. 

You raise your gaze back at Steb at a loss for word, not believing it for a second. 

“Steb...?” You ask with a strangled voice. 

“(Y/n), mon petit coeur...” 

“Oh my Lords...” 

“Will you make me the happiest of man and marry me?” 

You clasp your hand on your mouth to refrain from sobbing loudly, feeling tears building up behind your eyes. You gasp for air as you ventilate yourself with one hand. 

Steb bites his lower lips, awaiting for your answer with anticipation and a touch of stress. 

You breath deeply several times, slowly calming down before clearing your throat and taking the floor. 

“Yes Steb, Yes! A thousand times yes!” You accept. 

His mouth stretches into a relieved smile as he lets out a breath he was apparently holding. He gently takes your left hand and passes you the ring as you giggle, barely able to measure your chance yet. 

You admire the diamond on your finger, feeling boundless love filling your heart at each beat. 

He gives you a second ring that you put on him, smiling like a blissful idiot, still not believing it. He locks your hands together and leaves a chaste kiss on your lips, purring loudly over the breeze. 

He then starts to undress seemingly out of nowhere before trying to take off your shirt. 

“Huh... You-you want to do it now? In the open like that?” You ask unsure. 

He shakes his head with a chuckle and boops your nose. He just want you to undress to your swim suit and follow him. 

Before entering the water he takes a special red candle from the basket and lights it up. He grabs your hand and guides you to the lake. You shiver in the cold water but follow your now fiance. He advances til his waist is in the water and turns to you, grabbing your two hands that he clasps around the candle and holding them in turn. 

The candle is long with motifs engraved in the wax. You observe it in more detail and discover scaly creatures and waves, bowing to a shining orb in the sky that is not the sun or the moon somehow. This orb seems everchanging like it could evolve... But that is something for another time, now you need to focus on your very new fiance! 

Steb bows his head and starts whispering in a language you never heard before. He quickly loses his voice and only mimics the word with his mouth without a sound, letting the wax roll down the candle and your joined hands. 

But strangely, the wax doesn’t feel hot on your skin but only pleasantly warm. 

You imitate him, bowing your head and closing your eyes as he keeps telling his prayer in silence.  

“(Y/n)?” He calls after several minutes. 

You reopen your eyes and see him counting down with his fingers. 

And you both blow the candle out. 

Sealing your vows 

As partners 

And lovers 

Forever and until the end of times. 

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Max's Body Transformation Part 3

Check out my blog for parts 1 and 2

The day Tyler suggested meeting in person, Max felt a nervous excitement stir within him. They had talked online for months now, exchanged pictures, shared stories of their gains, their routines, and their challenges. Tyler was someone Max admired—not just for his own impressive physique, but for the way he always pushed Max, encouraged him, and validated his decisions. Now, Tyler wanted to meet up, in real life. The idea felt surreal, but Max couldn’t deny that part of him was eager to see him, to finally step out from behind the screen and experience the connection in person.

Tyler suggested the Jade Buffet, a well-known spot in the city where all-you-can-eat was the name of the game. It felt fitting—Max could already feel the excitement of all the food he would consume, the possibility of pushing his limits even further. He imagined all the plates he would pile up, the satisfaction of devouring everything in sight. And Tyler would be there, right by his side, encouraging him just like he always did.

When they met at the restaurant, Max was struck by Tyler’s appearance. Tyler was even more handsome in person—fit, chiseled, with broad shoulders and a confident, easy smile. He greeted Max with a firm handshake and a friendly hug, sizing him up with a quick glance. Max, on the other hand, was now well over 220 pounds, his body soft and full, a clear reflection of his choices in recent months. But despite the slight self-consciousness, he felt a rush of excitement seeing Tyler in person.

“Looking good, Max,” Tyler said with a grin. “I’ve seen your progress pics, but in person? Damn, you’ve really packed on the pounds.”

Max chuckled, feeling a mix of pride and discomfort. “Thanks, man. It’s been… a journey, for sure. Been eating a lot.”

Tyler slapped him on the back, hard enough to make Max’s stomach jolt. “You’ve earned it. That’s what it’s all about, right? But hey, let’s see how much you can put away tonight. Jade Buffet has everything we need, man.”

They sat down at a large table, and Max immediately felt his stomach stir with anticipation. The waitstaff brought them both water, and Tyler ordered a small plate of sushi and some dim sum. Max, however, was already planning his first trip to the buffet. He stood up, eager to fill his plate. But as he walked toward the buffet, he could feel Tyler’s eyes on him. There was a sense of expectation, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air.

When Max returned with an enormous plate piled high with various dishes—fried rice, spring rolls, dumplings, and even a few plates of noodles—Tyler raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Max dug in immediately, eager to fill the void, his stomach already rumbling.

As Max ate, Tyler seemed completely content with his tiny portion. He nibbled at his sushi, took a few bites of the dim sum, and occasionally looked up, watching Max’s progress. Max couldn’t help but feel the pressure, the push to continue eating. The more he ate, the more the voice in his head began to cheer him on, just like Tyler’s quiet encouragement.

“You’re doing great, Max,” the voice murmured. “This is what you wanted. Keep going. You can eat more. There’s no stopping now. Tyler’s proud of you. You can’t back down now. You’re bigger, stronger, more powerful.”

Tyler, sensing Max’s growing hunger, leaned in, his voice calm but insistent. “You’ve got this, bro. Just keep going. You’re pushing yourself, and it’s paying off. Just think about how much fatter you ca get. This is what you’ve been working for.”

Max nodded, the words hitting him in the same way they always did. He could feel his stomach beginning to stretch, but the thrill of the challenge kept him going. He piled more food onto his plate and ate with abandon. He could feel Tyler’s eyes on him, a quiet approval in the way Tyler watched him devour the meal.

“You’re doing great, Max. You can feel it, can’t you? The power of all those calories. The satisfaction of feeding yourself, of growing bigger. Keep it going.”

The voice, ever-present in his mind, echoed Tyler’s words, reinforcing every action Max took. Each bite felt like a victory. The fullness in his stomach began to swell, but there was a strange sense of pleasure in that sensation. Tyler leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with a quiet, knowing look. He wasn’t eating much, but he was enjoying watching Max indulge.

“Man, you’re making me look bad,” Tyler joked with a laugh, but it was clear his admiration was genuine. “I could never eat like that. But you’re doing great. Keep going, Max. You’re unstoppable.”

Max’s chest swelled with pride. Unstoppable. The word reverberated in his mind, his confidence growing as he shoved more food into his mouth. The voice seemed to grow louder with every bite, louder with every plate of food that disappeared.

“You’re getting bigger. You’re becoming something else. This is just the beginning.”

By the time Max finished his third plate of food, his stomach was stretched tight, his face flushed from the effort. But he couldn’t stop. He looked at Tyler, who was nursing a glass of water, still looking pleased but not pushing himself like Max was.

“Feeling good?” Tyler asked, watching him closely.

Max nodded, a small smile forming on his face as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. He felt full, overstuffed, but there was a sense of thrill in knowing that he could keep going. That he could push himself further. This is who you are now, the voice whispered. You’re a machine. You’re capable of so much more.

“Yeah, I feel great,” Max said, his voice a little strained from the amount of food he had already eaten. “But I could go for one more round.”

Tyler chuckled. “I knew you were going to say that. You’ve got the hunger, man. You’ve got the drive. But remember, it’s all about control. You’re in control of your body.”

Max paused, staring at his plate. The voice echoed Tyler’s words, urging him to keep eating, to never stop. He could feel the weight of his choices, the pull of his indulgence. He wasn’t just eating for the calories anymore. He was eating to fill something deeper—a hunger for validation, for power, for the rush that came with growing, becoming bigger.

As the night went on, Max kept eating. Tyler’s small, supportive remarks continued, but it was the voice in Max’s head that truly pushed him to the limit. With every bite, Max grew bigger, more swollen, and the power of it made him feel invincible.

Eventually, the meal ended, and Tyler paid for their food. They left the restaurant together, and as Max felt the discomfort of his bloated stomach, he couldn’t help but think about what Tyler had said—how he could keep going, how he could keep feeding himself, keep growing.

Max didn’t know what the future held, but he knew one thing for sure: he was on a path now. The voice was louder than ever, and Tyler—his guide and encourager—had made him feel like he was unstoppable.

And in that moment, Max believed it.

*****

Max felt a warm buzz of satisfaction as they left the Jade Buffet, the evening’s indulgence weighing heavily on his stomach. He was beyond full—his stomach stretched to its absolute limit, and he had that familiar, almost painful sense of fullness, but with it came the thrill of pushing his body to its boundaries. He had eaten more than he had in weeks, and the sense of accomplishment was intoxicating.

They reached the parking lot, and Tyler stopped at his car, giving Max a knowing smile. Max glanced at the car, a small part of him uncertain what was about to happen next, but the voice inside his head had him feeling invincible, unafraid of what might come.

Tyler leaned against the hood of his car, casually waiting for Max to catch up. “You’re really killing it tonight,” Tyler said with a grin. “You did great. But I can tell you’re feeling it, huh?”

Max chuckled, a bit breathless from the meal. “Yeah, I’m absolutely stuffed.” His stomach felt heavy, stretched tight under his shirt. It was hard to even stand without feeling like he might burst. “I’ve never eaten so much in my life.”

Tyler’s eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and something deeper, something Max couldn’t quite place. “I can tell, man. But that’s what it’s all about. Pushing yourself, going beyond what you think you’re capable of. You did an amazing job.”

Max felt a rush of pride at the praise, his chest swelling with the recognition. He had worked hard for this—he had given in to every craving, every urge, and now his body was proof of it. But despite the pride, he could feel the weight in his belly, the fullness that made every step feel slower.

“Come on, man,” Tyler said, stepping closer, his voice lower now, like he was sharing a secret. “Why don’t you come sit in the car for a minute? We can chill, you look like you could use some rest after all that food.”

Max hesitated for a second, then nodded, feeling that familiar pull, the sense that something was about to shift. He followed Tyler toward the car, the voice whispering, “You deserve this. This is just another step. Let yourself enjoy it. Let yourself go.”

Once inside the car, Max sank into the seat, his stomach protesting the movement, but he didn’t care. He wanted to be closer to Tyler, to feel the comfort of his presence after the indulgence. Tyler closed the door gently behind him, then slid into the driver’s seat, facing Max.

Tyler looked at him with an intensity that made Max’s heart beat faster. “I know you’re full, Max. But you did a hell of a job. I want to make sure you feel good. You deserve a reward for that effort.”

Max raised an eyebrow. “What kind of reward?”

Tyler’s smile widened, and without another word, he leaned toward Max, his hands gently resting on the sides of his stomach. Max sucked in a breath at the touch, feeling a jolt of warmth spread through him. His belly was so full, it almost felt strange to have someone touching it, but Tyler’s hands were gentle, soothing.

Max felt Tyler’s fingers work in small, firm circles around his bloated stomach. The pressure, the way Tyler massaged him with such care—it was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing into the touch. It wasn’t just about the physical relief; it was the sense of comfort, the way Tyler’s presence seemed to ease the discomfort that had been building in his gut.

“That’s it. Let go,” the voice in his head murmured. “You’ve earned this. He’s rewarding you. Let him help you.”

Tyler’s hands continued to knead his stomach, the pressure easing the fullness and giving him a sense of release. He felt lightheaded, almost intoxicated by the sensation of Tyler’s touch and the flood of positive reinforcement from the voice in his mind.

“You did so well tonight, Max,” Tyler whispered, his voice low and almost hypnotic. “You’re really growing. I can see it in you. Your body—everything about you is becoming fatter, chubbier.”

Max could feel the heat rising in his face, a flush spreading across his cheeks. The words, the praise, felt good. They felt right. They made him feel like he was on the right path, like he was becoming exactly what he was meant to be.

Tyler’s hands stopped for a moment, and he leaned closer, his lips hovering near Max’s ear. “You’re getting fat, Max,” Tyler murmured, his breath warm against Max’s skin. “You’ve done such a great job. I’m proud of you.”

Max’s breath caught in his throat, the words sinking deep within him. He was proud of himself too, for pushing his limits, for surrendering to the hunger. And Tyler was there, right beside him, validating every choice, every step he had taken.

Before Max could respond, Tyler turned his face toward him, his lips brushing against Max’s. It was a soft, tentative kiss at first, but it deepened as Max leaned into it, his body still aching with fullness but overwhelmed by the sensation of being desired, of being accepted. The kiss was slow, exploratory, and the tension in Max’s body melted away as he let himself sink into it. He could feel Tyler’s hands still on his stomach, a gentle reminder of the relief, of the connection they shared.

The kiss broke, and Tyler pulled back just enough to look into Max’s eyes, his expression soft and sincere. “You’re amazing,” he whispered again.

Max felt a swell of gratitude and excitement. He had never felt so accepted, so seen, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be. The voice in his head had led him here, and now Tyler was here too, guiding him, encouraging him, making him feel invincible.

Max leaned back, resting his hand on his stomach as he closed his eyes. “Thanks, Tyler. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

The night felt like a new beginning—Max wasn’t just growing physically, but in ways he hadn’t anticipated. And with Tyler by his side, he knew he could keep pushing forward, embracing every moment, every change. The road ahead was wide open, and for the first time, Max felt ready to walk it.

*****

Max leaned back into the seat, feeling the weight of the evening press into his body. The fullness in his stomach was a constant, heavy presence, and he was floating in that space between satisfied and overwhelmed. The weight was intense, but there was something about being with Tyler that made him feel safe, like he could just surrender to the moment and everything would fall into place.

Tyler's voice cut through the haze of Max's thoughts, pulling him from the comfortable daze he'd slipped into. “I’ve got something special for you,” Tyler said, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. He opened the back door of the car, reaching into a small cooler nestled behind the passenger seat. Max couldn’t help but watch him, curious.

Tyler pulled out two cases of Boost VHC, the high-calorie drink that had become a staple for Max’s increasing appetite. He could already feel the weight of the cases, the promise of calories that would push him further, expand him even more. Max’s eyes widened at the sight.

“Tyler…” Max murmured, his voice tinged with hesitation. He was already so full. The thought of drinking more seemed almost impossible, but there was a part of him that knew—he couldn’t say no.

“You’ve done so well, Max,” Tyler said, his tone coaxing, encouraging. “You’ve eaten all that food, you’ve made amazing progress. Now, we just take it one step further. You’re going to feel incredible after this. You deserve it.” His voice was warm, full of care, but it carried an unmistakable edge—one that Max had come to recognize. Tyler wasn’t just supporting him; he was guiding him, pushing him forward, just like the voice in his head.

Max was so full he could barely move, his body already stretched to its limits. He felt sluggish, bloated, but the weight in his stomach was strangely comforting. He let his eyes flutter closed for a moment, unsure of how he could possibly drink more.

But then, Tyler’s hand was on his shoulder, shaking him out of his thoughts. “Max, you’ve got this. Don’t worry about how much you’ve eaten. It’s about the obese piggy you’re going to become. Drink it, and feel how much bigger you get. Just trust me.”

Max didn’t respond, just nodded weakly, feeling the pull of Tyler’s words, the authority in his tone that seemed to fill every corner of his mind. Tyler opened the first case and pulled out a cold bottle, twisting off the cap with ease.

“You’re going to drink this down for me, okay tubby?” Tyler asked, his voice low and soothing. Max could feel a strange warmth spreading through him at the command. He was so full, but part of him couldn’t resist.

Tyler gently lifted the bottle to Max’s lips, helping him drink as he massaged his swollen stomach, his touch comforting, guiding him. Max felt himself relax into the sensation, allowing Tyler to feed him. The liquid was thick and creamy, more like a treat than a drink. The voice in Max’s head swirled with Tyler’s words, and for a moment, they seemed to blend together into a single, undeniable force.

“Drink it, Max,” the voice inside him urged, louder now than ever. “You’ve come this far. You’ve worked so hard. Let go. Let it fill you. You’re not weak—you’re strong. You’re in control. You need this. You need to grow.”

Max took another gulp, his stomach tightening as the liquid slid down his throat, but the voice continued, urging him on. “You’re becoming exactly what you were meant to be. Bigger. Stronger. More. Drink it all, Max. You deserve it. Tyler believes in you. I believe in you. Keep going.”

Tyler’s voice merged with the internal voice in Max’s head, creating a constant rhythm of encouragement that drowned out any doubt or discomfort. “That’s it, fat boy. Drink it. You’re doing amazing. This is what you’ve worked for. This is what it’s all about. You’re pushing your limits, and it’s worth it.”

Max could feel the pull—his body protesting, but his mind lost in the harmony of Tyler’s praise and the voice inside him, both pushing him, urging him to consume, to keep going. As the bottle emptied, Tyler grabbed another, twisting the cap off with practiced ease.

“You’re incredible, Max. You’ve got this. You’re not stopping here. Drink more.”

The combination of Tyler’s encouragement, the sweet, thick drink, and the insistent, now unified voice in his head created a powerful force that drowned out the discomfort. Max drank, his stomach stretching further, his body shuddering slightly with each swallow, but the voice inside him seemed to smooth over the resistance, giving him no choice but to keep drinking.

“Yes,” the voice whispered, now one with Tyler’s. “Keep going. There’s no limit now. There’s only growth. You’re doing what you’ve always wanted. This is who you are. This is who you’re meant to be.”

By the time Max had finished the second bottle, his stomach was so swollen it was almost painful to move. He was breathing heavily, his shirt tight against his skin, but his body felt oddly light, despite the pressure. His chest heaved with each breath, but his mind was buzzing with satisfaction, with the certainty that this was exactly where he needed to be.

Tyler gently cupped Max’s face, guiding him into a kiss, soft and slow at first, but with an undeniable intensity. Max felt everything in that kiss—the praise, the encouragement, the weight of the moment, and the undeniable pull of the voice that had been with him all along, now seamlessly merged with Tyler’s presence. It was more than a kiss. It was the affirmation that he was on the right path, that he was exactly where he needed to be.

As they pulled back, Tyler’s eyes searched Max’s face, a deep understanding between them. “You’re a real piggy, Max. I knew you had it in you.”

Max could only nod, his mind swirling with a mix of pride, fullness, and a strange sense of peace. He had done it. He had given in, and now, in this moment, it felt like everything had fallen into place. The voice inside him, the pressure to grow, to feed himself, to be more—Tyler had helped him reach a place where it all made sense.

Max was no longer fighting it. He was embracing it.

And in that moment, he felt like he was ready for whatever came next.

*****

Max sat back in the car, his stomach a bloated, heavy mass as he processed everything that had just happened. He was beyond full, feeling like he couldn’t move, but also strangely at peace in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time. The warmth from the Boost VHC drinks still sat in his gut, settling comfortably, and the voice in his head whispered contentedly. The moment felt surreal.

Tyler’s eyes locked onto Max, that same intense, guiding look he had seen before. He smiled, a slow, knowing grin that seemed to hold secrets Max hadn’t yet discovered.

“You’ve done a good job tonight, Max,” Tyler said, his voice low and soothing, yet charged with an unshakable confidence. “But I know you’ve got more in you. You’re not done gaining yet. This is just the beginning.”

Max blinked, feeling the full weight of the words as they hit him, a strange mix of satisfaction and something deeper—something that stirred deep inside him, something that yearned for more. The voice, now a part of his thoughts, echoed in time with Tyler’s words.

“You can do it. You know you can. You’ve always wanted more. You’ve always been meant for this. You need it. 230. That’s where you need to be.”

Max's heart skipped a beat, his breath catching in his throat. The idea was absurd, and yet it felt right. 230… The number felt like a promise. A place of validation, of reaching his peak. The voice pushed him, urged him, made him feel like there was nothing standing in his way.

Tyler leaned in closer, his hand resting gently on Max’s bloated stomach, and Max could feel that familiar pressure build in his chest—the hunger, the longing, a sense that he couldn’t turn back, that he was already too deep into this to stop now.

“You’ve made amazing progress, but 230, Max…” Tyler’s voice was almost a whisper, yet every word felt like it was imprinted directly into Max’s mind. “That’s where the real magic happens. You’ll feel incredible when you get there. You know it. I know it. We both know it.”

Max could feel it now—the pull of Tyler’s words, the soothing yet insistent force of the voice in his mind, both merging, becoming a part of him. He couldn’t escape it. It felt like a cycle he couldn’t break, like each step forward led to a greater sense of purpose, a deeper connection to this version of himself that had been growing and changing over time.

“Yes,” the voice in his mind urged, coaxing him forward. “230. You deserve it. You were meant for it. Give in. Let go. Let yourself grow. You know what you need to do.”

Max let out a shaky breath, his body both exhausted and yet strangely energized by the promise of what was to come. He looked up at Tyler, a mix of uncertainty and excitement swirling in his gut.

“230…” Max repeated, his voice soft but resolute. He didn’t feel like he was in control anymore, but somehow, it didn’t matter. The decision was made. He was committed.

Tyler’s smile widened, his eyes lighting up with pride and approval. “I knew you’d get it. I knew you’d say yes.”

Max felt a rush of exhilaration, his body tingling with excitement, the pressure in his stomach only adding to the thrill of it all. He felt alive, connected to something bigger than himself. And as the voice echoed in his mind, it no longer felt like a choice—it felt like destiny.

“Now,” Tyler continued, his voice almost a whisper as he leaned closer, “I’ve got a gift for you. Something that’ll help you get to 230 faster. You’re going to love it.”

Max didn’t ask questions. He was beyond that now, fully immersed in the moment. Tyler opened the trunk of the car with a satisfying click, and Max glanced over, his curiosity piqued. Tyler reached inside, pulling out a large, insulated bag that seemed to be packed with something heavy.

With a grin, Tyler handed the bag to Max. “This,” he said with a wink, “is your next step. It’s going to take you further. You’re going to feel unstoppable with this.”

Max opened the bag carefully, excitement bubbling up inside him. Inside were several more cases of Boost VHC—enough to keep him going for days. Along with the drink, there were a few extra surprises: high-calorie snacks, protein bars, and a few other indulgences Max hadn’t even thought of. Tyler had thought of everything.

“Now, you’re all set for the journey,” Tyler said, his voice full of pride. “Drink up, fat boy. Keep pushing. I know you’re going to hit 230 in no time. Your stomach is bigger than you think.”

The voice in Max’s head buzzed with energy, affirming every word Tyler spoke. “230 is your destiny. Keep drinking. Keep growing. This is who you are.”

Max’s hands shook slightly as he reached for another bottle, his mind racing with the thought of what was to come. He didn’t hesitate. With Tyler’s voice in his ear, guiding him, and the echo of the inner voice filling him with resolve, he unscrewed the cap and took another long drink, the liquid slipping down his throat, bringing him closer to what he had agreed to.

Tyler’s touch was gentle on his shoulder, a constant source of reassurance as Max felt the weight of the decision settle into his body. He was committed now. 230 was just the beginning.

And with that thought, Max felt something inside him snap into place, like all the pieces of the puzzle were finally falling together. The cycle was complete. He was on his way to becoming something bigger, and there was no turning back now.

Max smiled to himself as he finished the bottle, feeling both powerful and content in the moment, ready for whatever would come next.

Part 4 will be posted next Wednesday

[shegetsburned]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | part i ‧₊˚ 𓐐

— ft. satoru gojo. suguru geto. kento nanami. toji fushiguro. ryomen sukuna.

𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

normally he prefers to just eat what other people prepare for him, tasting his friends and students’ meals, most of the time.

but when he cooks, gojo doesn’t have time for shit, so I’m thinking of something simple but good. he likes to eat, especially sweet stuff. something sweet and salty, maybe?

he can do anything he sets his mind to, but is probably too lazy to cook most of the time, so he’ll just do the same two or three meals.

main dish; i’m thinking of teriyaki sauce chicken with some rice. it’s simple and soooo good. you can also feel the sweet taste of the sauce on the meat and it’s absolutely delicious.

you’ll have to close your eyes before satoru feeds you the first bite as he waits for your reaction.

i’m sure it’s sublime and it annoys you that he can always do everything just right. I mean, after cooking the same thing over and over again, everyone would excel, but this man has done it perfectly since the first time.

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨

man looooooves to cook for you. you’re barely doing the cooking when he’s at home and it’s delicious every time.

he’ll learn new dishes just for you and ask what you prefer. he doesn’t cook for him, he does it for you, to see your smile when you swallow one of your favourite dishes.

it’s not extra elaborate dishes, but it’s cooked with so much love. the presentation is insane and it’s always exquisite.

suguru will find a way to make an amazing meal with the few ingredients you guys have in the fridge.

he’s definitely the type to add his own touch to every meal so that it tastes absolutely divine.

main dish; maybe a spicy ahi poke which is a spicy tuna bowl made with fresh chunks of fresh sashimi and a spicy mayo sauce. despite looking like an ordinary meal, its lightness and flavour makes me think suguru would be the type to cook this for you.

𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

i have mixed feelings about this man because he used to buy the same sandwich from the same bakery for years. so i have a feeling he barely used to eat, especially being so occupied with work and doing overnights; less experience in the kitchen?

but for you, he has a soft spot and wants to do the best in everything that concerns you, including cooking. so he’ll learn his ass off in secret and surprise you with amazing meals.

he often prepares multiple dishes for one dinner so you can taste as much as possible. this man is hardworking.

main dishes; seafood salad + vegetable stew + temari sushi (their presentation is adorable, you’d love them) + a bunch of meat and seafood.

kento prepares everything before you come home, living for the sparkles in your eyes when you see the delicious-looking plates on the table.

𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

honestly, he barely cooks for you. he usually just orders take-outs, and makes you pay.

I just know he likes spicy stuff. it’s always fuming hot when it goes into your mouth.

i’m sorry but this man doesn’t know how to cook. he just endures food or goes out to eat. i swear he doesn’t give a fuck about what he eats, as long as he thinks it’s good and enough for his belly to be filled, he’ll eat it.

main dish; instant noodles at best. adding canned meat and sriracha sauce into the mix. he’s lazy, okay? but who doesn’t enjoy a good old cup of instant noodles?

also, toji’s the type to shove the food into your mouth to make you stfu thinking you’re annoying because you’re hungry.

𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

uuuh, is he even cooking for you, or are you the one doing everything?

i have a feeling he’s crazy about meat. he needs some in his meals at all times otherwise it’s uninteresting.

so if he ever cooks for you, don’t be surprised to see different kinds of meat, and it is spicy asf too.

he takes pleasure in killing the meat himself, loving the thrill of chasing and devouring his prey.

main dish; roasted lamb shoulder with garlic. a whole ass piece of meat for the king of curses and you. he’ll probably eat many shoulders to satisfy his hunger and watch you take your time with the giant meal he prepared while salivating.

he’ll eat you after.

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Throw the Man Away With Me: Rejecting heteronormativity in Run Away With Me, Girl

Content warning: Discussions of homophobia and hate crimes, pregnancy, and domestic abuse

Spoilers for all three volumes of Run Away With Me, Girl

I first came across Bottan’s Run Away With Me, Girl under its Japanese title, Kakeochi Girl, tucked away on the near overwhelming shelves of a secondhand store in Fukushima City called Mansaido. This was an entrancing labyrinth full of UFO catchers, bundled, freshly cleaned Gameboy games sleeved in plastic containers, and used manga. It was there that, one day, full of conveyor belt sushi, I found all three volumes of Run Away With Me, Girl, on a chipped wooden shelf with yellow pages. It smelled like paper and palms and someone else’s home, and it immediately felt special to me.

While only three volumes, the series would stay with me, its influence stretching taffy-like into mid 2023, defining a time of immense turbulence and my own decaying relationship to romance with the silver lining of sapphism. Its story of two former high school girlfriends meeting again as adults, their reunion fraught with heterosexual expectations, spoke to me on a level I was not at first expecting. I wanted to be devoured by something, to feel that something click within my heart to help me feel like everyone else when it came to relationships. I eventually found that in simply accepting my aromantic, asexual nature and finding joy in romance on a page. 

But first, there were two women who were once girls.

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