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angelltheninth · 6 months

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Oh Soma! I haven't thought about Food Wars in a long time. Can you do prompt number 91 with him since it involves mouth and tasting?

I haven't thought about it in a while either, but today I saw a manga panel on my dash so here we are.

Pairing: Yukihira Soma x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilingus, teasing, cum eating, biting, thigh kissing, clit stimulation

A/N: He does have a gifted tongue so he's perfectly suited for this.

91. “You really do love drinking my cum, don’t you?”

It's been hours since Soma pushed his head between your thighs. Hours of him tonguefucking you, licking you, getting nice and cozy with his mouth on your pussy, refusing t move for more than a few kisses along your thighs. Golden eyes almost never left yours for the whole ordeal, drinking in all your reactions.

The way your mouth parted when his lips found your clit and closed around it, the way your legs shook when he spread your pussy open with his thumbs and pushed his tongue in, commenting on your sweet taste, the way you tugged on his spiky hair and pressed your heels against his back when he dared to move back without making you come.

From his mouth tracing your thighs, to his teeth biting next to the bites he already left, back to your needy clit. You braced against the sheets, holding out for another orgasm. Some grinned and kissed against your pussy, "Gonna come for me again pretty girl? I'm ready for you." His tongue passed through your folds, pussy juice dripping down his face but he didn't seem to mind, quite the opposite.

"You really love drinking my cum, don't you?" Soma replied with a long lick and a firm suck against your clit, already beyond sensitive from the hours of attention it got. You threw your head back, hands in his hair and started riding his tongue with reckless abandon, the pleasure finally exploding in an orgasm when Soma pushed his tongue into your pussyhole.

With your pussy spread by his mouth and fingers he got slurp down everything you had for him, moaning, groaning, getting so sloppy with his mouth, the combination of cum and drool dripping from his mouth. "Swear to god, best thing I've ever tasted right here. Come more, come in my mouth, moan for me, fuck!"

"Soma! Mmmn, shit! So hot, your tongue!" Your back arched hard, your pussy fully pressing against his face. Soma caught you just in time with his hands under your ass and proceeded to give you another orgasm before this one was even finished.

"Hm, delicious." He lowered you so gently and sweetly, dragging his wet lips against your twitching thighs, kissing every bite mark he made, "Thank you so much for the food."

#shokugeki no soma #food wars #shokugeki no soma x reader #food wars x reader #soma yukihira #yukihira soma #yukihira soma x reader #soma yukihira x reader #smut drabble #x female reader

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lowkeyremi · 6 months

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let me talk abt ryo for a second

if you had a dollar for every time someone commented on his eye bags, you'd have a lot of dollars. there have been plenty of times where you and alice both bought him products to help with them but he just refuses to get rid of them. says they're a sign of his hard work and his dedication to cooking.

he gets sooooooooooooo mad when you say someone else's cooking is good, "mmm! akira the spices add to your curry, it's really good." you'd hear a little grunt, " that headache's food s'not better than mine." akira chuckles and you roll your eyes, "calm down"

ryo has definitely scared the shit out of people A LOT, especially you. he's the type of mf to stand behind you and not say anything so when you turn around you accidently slap him.

if he's not passionate about something he's sleeping. you were trying to teach him how to make a rubber band bracelet and he fell asleep half way through.

DOES NOT KNOW WHAT PRIVACY IS. it doesn't matter if you're changing, using the bathroom, showering, whatever, he'll just walk right in and go about his business. "ryo, i'm using the bathroom." his dark eyes slowly make their way to yours, "so? i don't care. i need to brush my teeth."

CEO of "eh" "hm?" "idk" and "oi" (honestly that's most of his vocabulary unless he's mad abt smthing)

HATES COFFEE. he just seems like a non-coffee drinker and akira + soma bully the fuck outta him for it

"ugh come here" kind of guy when it comes to cuddling, all you have to do is give him those eyes

if you give him the time of day he will rant abt how much he hates soma and akira

last but not least... "let me see if (name) wants to come" "(name) and i have plans" "i'm not going because (name) doesn't want to" most of his decisions are heavily influenced by those around him. (or you)

#ryo food wars #food wars #ryo kurokiba x reader #ryo kurokiba #ryo x reader #ryo #kurokiba x reader #kurokiba #kurokiba ryo #food wars x reader #food wars x you #shokugeki no soma #shokugeki no soma x reader

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thatanimewriter · 10 months

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HOMEMADE HUGS.

➳ request: Can i make a request? I want Soma, Ryou, Akira, Alice, and Eishi (from the anime food wars) with a S/O who is neutral to fancy food or anything that is the opposite of homemade food because for them homemade food is just the best for them. It’s like they don’t the food to be like the best they just want the food to be made with love and thoughtfulness. apologize if this is too much for you to ask

➳ character/s: yukihira soma, kurokiba ryo, hayama akira, nakiri alice, tsukasa eishi

➳ warnings: swearing, hayama being homeless and orphaned as a kid, marriage fever (soma)

➳ notes: food wars is love, food wars is life, people should get over the weird foodgasms so they can actually watch art ._. (also soma is my ideal man, when can i find one-)

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐀.

talk your shit

he'll get you a megaphone to say it again

he agrees with you 100%

now you have to marry him btw :))

constantly trying out any new yukihira diner recipes on you

he may be at totsuki, but he still wants to take over the diner and make happiness affordable and memorable

you don't need fancy shit to bring people joy >:((

he also drags you to tons of festivals n markets to try the street food and festival food

if unhealthy, why taste good??

screaming if you ever make him something homemade

and he will scoff that shit down

he gets sick of fancy food too, so he's more than happy to have your homemade things in between classes

constantly leaning over your shoulder at the dorms to see what you're making

always licks the bowl if it's a cake or something

personal dish washer

will make you a yukihira diner dish in bento form every time you have to be away for something

comfort food and a movie at least twice a week

jokingly calls you 'wifey' regardless of gender because he's determined you'll get married for the homemade food thing

joichiro approves-

── 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐁𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎.

a lowkey judgmental squint at you

-.-

he's unsure if he agrees with you

but he's never gonna say no to trying anything homemade that you offer him

will give you the hum of approval every time

maybe he's starting to see your point-

you're not always the one making him homemade food though

sometimes he comes to you to go on a cute little picnic date and has made you a special dish from denmark to share with you

will just listen to you talk while he eats and occasionally pitches in

don't challenge him too much though, because if you make a joke that your homemade food is better, you're in for it

can you have a shokugeki with 'peasant food'??

alice's words, not yours-

he's not very open with emotions but you can tell from the little smile he's suppressing that he feels loved when he eats homemade food

and it also lets him relax after classes and outside of trying to destroy soma

he gets to make cute and quaint dishes for you and not stress about the quality of the dish

n he gets to see that smile of yours :))

not that he'd ever admit that-

but like soma, he's hovering over you while you cook

probably snacking on the leftovers

── 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀.

ask and you shall receive

he has probably never had a homemade meal before-

and homemade meals are now your love languages

also probably cried when you first made him something homemade

just a couple snivels and tears

that's also when he first fell in love but you won't catch him saying that to anyone else

makes you a lot of indian street food to connect more with his culture and introduce you if you're not already familiar

always makes you something if you feel upset or down

and it's always very urgent??

he's a very attentive lover

he hears you're upset and he's speed running a lil curry n naan for you and he's COMING OVER RIGHT NOW-

y'all always make lunch for each other because if you're not with each other, you feel the love you have for each other either way

and if you have lunch together, compliments (and kisses) to the chef

unlike the others, who snack on whatever is leftover while you cook for them

hayama feeds you your leftovers

gently feeding a lil carrot stick to you ;v;

he made his own spice blend that he thinks encapsulates you as a person and you definitely can't find that in stores-

people have asked him what the spice is called

n he just called it by your name

── 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄.

she doesn't get it-

homemade food isn't as exquisite???

what are you on??

this is entirely because her parents are elitists and she never got HOMEmade food

got professional food only

and she doesn't know what homemade food actually tastes like

and that's kinda dumb tbh-

how does one survive without a lovingly made dish??

loving the cooking is different to making something BECAUSE you love them

so now it's your mission to convert her :))

it didn't take very long, you gave her breakfast in bed and she was sold

now she knows what love actually feels like and this is a pivotal moment

to be fair though

she can't really replicate homemade cooking for a while

because she never got taught and she can't get the strict training out of her system

how do you make molecular gastronomy homey??

it's fine, you'll just have to teach her

bonding time in the kitchen

she'll get the hang of it eventually, but for now she's fine with just having you cook loving meals for her

── 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈.

somehow it's more nerve wracking making a homemade dish than a fancy one

because you like homemade things more ;v;

and he doesn't want to disappoint you

also probably doesn't know how to make a homemade meal-

are you sure you can't just treat him??

he's baby

he can't handle this shit :((

gladly takes homemade food from you though

but he wants cuddles while he eats your cooking

will also learn to make more homemade things and let go of the reins a little bit with PRESTIGE

probably also cried when he first tried your cooking

and this is lowkey what he wishes totsuki was

less stressful, more time with you, no more panic attacks-

the first time he ever gave you a homemade meal he was sweating bullets and shaking like crazy

but he got rewards, so now he does it all the time

kisses

"you could just ask for a kiss, you know."

"...'s so embarrassing..."

you now know a homemade meal means he wants kisses

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hornyanimegirl · 2 years

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Hi! Do you think you could do a fluff of soma x reader or an akira x reader from food wars? Everything else is up to you! ☺️

FOOD WARS MEN REACTING TO YOU BUYING FAST FOOD

featuring . . . SOMA YUKIHIRA, AKIRA HAYAMA, RYO KUROKIBA

includes . . . just a bunch of fluff

notes . . . im sorry this took so long, it took me forever to come up with this. i really like the way it turned out, and I hope you do too. please enjoy <3

Soma Yukihira

You had a long day at school, which included you waking up late and rushing to get ready for the day. And, when your day finally seemed to get better, you had an argument with your teacher that caused you to stay after class and arrive late to the dorm.

You were exhausted, and didn’t want to cook yourself dinner, so you ordered some of your favorite food. Knowing that this was less work for you, so as you waited for the delivery to arrive, you could take a shower and relax.

When you heard knocks on the door, you calmly walked to get your food. But, to your surprise, someone was already down there. Soma, a boy that stole your heart and vice versa, was standing by the closed door with the bag in his hands looking at it confused.

“Soma that’s mine, you can give it to me”

Soma turned in your direction, and upon seeing you his lips turned into a bright smile. He completely disregarded the bag in his hands, throwing it on the floor so he could go and hug you.

“SOMA, MY FOOD”

You didn’t think he was listening to you as he smothered your face in kisses. But, once the word “food” slipped from your mouth, he stopped his movement.

“What food” He asked tilting his head like a lost puppy, making you let out a chuckle.

“The bag you just dropped is full of food sweetheart”

Soma needed a few seconds to process the situation before his face scrunched up in confusion.

“Why didn’t you just ask me to cook you some food”

The small pout set on his lips caused your face to soften at his adorable expression.

“I didn’t know where you were, and I was very hungry, so I just ordered some”

Honestly, you hadn’t even thought of asking Soma to cook you dinner. Your mind fogged with exhaustion; you just did the first thing that came to mind.

“Oh, okay then”

Soma looked pleased with your answer, as he went to grab your food that thankfully landed up right.

“Just come to me next time you don’t want to cook, ok? Oh, and you have to share your food now”

His beaming smile melted your heart, and of course you agreed. How could you say no to him?

Akira Hayama

You were helping Jun out with the things she had forgotten to do, like watering the plants and overseeing spices with her. Since Akira had wandered off to who knows where.

You and Akira had been dating for a couple of months now. And, although he never told you, he loved to cook for you. He loved your reactions to his cooking and the praise you would give him once you were finished eating.

You and Jun decided to order some food, too busy to cook for yourselves at the moment. The food took longer than necessary, and you and Jun were starving by the time you heard the knock on the door. Instead of seeing a delivery man, it was Akira holding you bag of food while waving the delivery man off.

“Hi Akira”

You greeted him with a small smile and leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

After your greeting –that warmed his heart- he just walked past you. Confused, you walked after him, wondering what had him in such a rush.

Akira turned into the room you and Jun were working in, to find Jun on the floor in a ball –due to her hunger- but completely ignored her.

“Akira, what are you doing”

Your voice rang through the room as you watched Akira walk towards the trashcan.

It all happened in the blink of an eye; Akira threw away your food.

Your mouth was agape, and your eyes wide.

“Why did you do that”

Your voice was calm, but inside you were fuming. You and Jun had waited forever for that food, and he had the audacity to throw it away.

As if finally snapping out of his trance, he looked at you with shock in his eyes. After realizing what he did his cheeks burned red, too embarrassed to explain why he did it.

But, knowing you, you wouldn’t let this go. So, mustering up the courage he finally explained.

“I don’t like you eating other people’s food”

You watched as Akira scratched the back of his head and turned away from you so you wouldn’t see the blush on his cheeks.

“AWWWWWWWWWWW AKIRA”

You quite literally ran and jumped on him, as you both collapsed to the ground you were filled with uncontrollable giggles, and Akira had an unwavering smile.

“Akira you’re really cute you know that”

You said it with the brightest smile on your face.

“Whatever”

Was his response as he stared at you on top of his chest with love in his eyes.

“But seriously we're starving, get up and cook us something”

You continuously hit his chest while telling him to never throw your food away again, and Akira just cooked you more food while you did it.

Ryō Kurokiba

“Hey Alice, I'm hungry”

You had originally come to visit your boyfriend, but since he wasn’t here, you and Alice were just talking while playing cards.

“Oh, then I'll call Ryo to cook us some food”

She responded while tilting her head and placing a finger on her chin.

“Alice he’s not here remember”

“OHHH right, I forgot, then why don’t we just order some food”

“Yeah, that’s perfect!”

You had asked Alice what she wanted and then placed the order online. You guys continued your talking, the atmosphere calming.

When the food had finally arrived, you thanked the kind man who delivered it and ate at the dining table with Alice.

“Alice, I'm back”

You heard Ryo’s voice as he approached the dining room. Quickly jumping from your chair and wrapping your arms around Ryo giving him a quick peck on the lips, you greeted with a smile.

“Welcome back”

“I didn’t know you were visiting”

His voice was calm as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“It was a surprise!”

“Can you guys stop with the lovey dovey stuff, I'm still here you know”

Upon hearing Alice’s voice, Ryo’s gaze shifted away from you, and he noticed the food on the table that was placed in to-go boxes.

“What is that”

He was glaring at the food on the table, being uncharacteristically angry without his bandana on.

“It’s food?”

You were confused by the question but answered, nonetheless.

Ryo let go of his hold on you and decided to try your plate of food.

He wasn’t impressed by what he was tasting at all.

“I could make this so much better”

He was quick to get out ingredients to make the same dish, but with added flavor.

“Don’t eat that, it’s a disappointment”

You laughed as you watched your boyfriend cook for you. You knew he loved cooking for you but didn’t think he would be so angry over you eating fast food.

“Here, taste it”

It was delicious, and way better than the food you ordered.

“It's amazing love, way better than the other food”

You patted his head lovingly while smiling at him. His mouth upturned into one of the rare smiles you loved.

Ryo watched as you ate, enjoying the way you talked nonstop to him.

“Hey Ryo, what about my food”

Alice was still waiting on her plate of Ryo’s food so she could try it.

“Go make your own”

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mono-dot-jpeg · 2 years

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hold my hand, not the food - s. yukihira

summary; pining for soma has never been a more frustrating task especially when soma is an oblivious idiot most of the time.

genre; comedy, fluff, i love soma so much, he's a stupid boy but he's my stupid boy <3, unrequited love but not really, drabbles

[gender neutral reader]

prompt; 12, "did you know that sea otters hold hands?"

[my drabble list]

a/n; i do drabbles so i will gladly steal my own prompt to write this. i hope you enjoy. sorry for such late posts

it was a normal day at the polar star dorms. though it was a break for all students this time around, which is surprising for everyone. but no one is complaining except for soma.

"i'm bored!" he hadn't gone back to his hometown this break and decided to spend it in the dorms with you. "y/n..." he drags your name out as you sit and watch him whine.

"oh my poor boy needs more attention that isn't from his significant other." you take one hand to cup under his chin and press your fingers against his cheeks to give him an adorable pout on his lips. he looks at you with beady eyes. "poor soma."

"this isn't a joke!" he moves out of your grip and moves to wraps his arms around your waist to hug you. burying his head onto your stomach as he's grumbling.

"and here i thought you would love to spend time with me." you joked, gently threading your fingers through his hair.

"i do..." his words are muffled but you understand.

'would you like some random facts?" he nods. "well, did you know that sea otters hold hands while they sleep so they don't stray away?" as you speak, your hand travels to soma's shoulder to his hand that was held behind your back.

the red-headed male tries to turn his hand around to hold yours but fails in doing so. "are you saying i'm a sea otter?"

"well, you have the cute energy of one." you laughed, grabbing his hand and moving it to kiss his palm. "i love you so much."

"you would love me if i was a worm, right?" he wiggles his fingers as you struggle to hold them as he giggles.

"yes, i would, you big baby." you paused for a moment, "you were definitely the kind of kid who ate dirt."

"no!" he huffed, "i ate glue actually!"

#mono's drabbles #food wars fanfic #food wars shokugeki no soma #food wars x reader #food wars anime #yukihira soma x reader #shokugeki no soma x reader #soma x reader #soma yukihira

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jinwoosungs · 2 years

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{ 35 }

his special someone.

asahi nakiri x fem.reader

alternate title: a love letter to a lost soul.

a.n.- i'm well aware that i'm writing for a character the vast majority of the food wars fandom hates, and all i can say is i don't really care. you don't need to read this story if you hate this character, but please do not send me any hate for liking asahi nakiri despite it all, thank you.

extra notes: this story is based on asahi from the manga ending, and it's very self indulgent ♡

asahi never believed he could ever find a place where he could truly call home.

all he had ever known was the harsh reality his mother had given him, filling his soul with a darkness that couldn't be erased regardless of the many times he tried to forget.

looking back on it now, he felt shameful for not missing her even with her passing-

but in a way, he should be thankful, right?

because if it wasn't for the tragedy that befell of him, then he never would have met joichirou saiba.

he saw the man as his sole father-figure and spent most of his life chasing after him. it was childish of him, boasting about his cross knives ability as he took on the BLUE competition-

and suffered a great loss to soma yukihara.

he was told that his dishes, while euphoric in taste and execution, lacked the essence of asahi himself, whereas soma's dishes was filled with his own passion and love.

all asahi ever wanted was to feel like he belonged; that he too could make someone he loved happy with his cooking.

and at some point, he believed erina was the key to his happiness due to the anonymity surrounding his past. and in a way, he was half right. but instead of being her groom, his true identity was revealed to be as her older half brother.

despite all the trouble he put her through, erina still forgave him, giving him a place to call home while allowing him to wear the nakiri name with pride.

he had grown so much these past eight years, and was living a content life.

but that all changed the moment he met you.

he recalls that memory fondly. it was raining that afternoon, and he was stuck waiting at the train station due to the several delays. as he turned his gaze down at his watch to look at the time, he felt another presence standing beside him.

he looks over to see you, a young woman drenched from head to toe thanks to the downpour. you were shivering, and it was clear that you had forgotten your umbrella as evident from how soaked you were from the rain. you cling to your bag and held it close to your chest, murmuring about how you hoped your notes weren't too ruined.

asahi clears his throat, shrugging off the outer layer of his suit before placing it over your shoulders. you gasp and look up at him, giving him a view of your features as he felt his lips turn up slightly in a tiny smile.

she's cute. something about you seemed achingly soft to him, and he felt this strange desire to protect you. coming closer to you, he holds his umbrella over you all while chuckling, "hello, my name is asahi nakiri and i don't want you to feel alarmed. this may not help with much, but i feel bad seeing you so cold."

you shakily thank him all while introducing your own name to him, making asahi chuckle when he asks, "did you forget your umbrella?"

he watches as you nod, feeling shy when he notices that you didn't meet his gaze. "yeah, i had classes and a lab today, so i was out later than usual. the morning fooled me with the sun and mild weather."

he was suddenly aware of the station making an announcement, hearing his destination being called when he takes a hold of your hand. "come with me."

"huh? b-but i live in the opposite direction."

"it's okay, come with me, unless you want to get sick?"

this seems to wake you up when you shake your head, following him with your arms linked around his. you apologize several times for getting his suit wet, but he simply waves off your concern.

asahi couldn't explain it, but being so close to you made something melt inside of him, causing him to feel a warmth coursing through him-

like sunshine reaching all the way to his extremities.

and he refused to let this feeling go, refused to let you go.

the ride spent on the train was filled with an awkward silence. asahi insisted on standing in front of you, protecting you from the crowd of the train and their lingering gaze on your soaked form. keeping his hand against the train's window, he presses his body in front of yours, shielding you from the crowd as he whispers against your damp hair, "relax, i'll keep you safe."

luckily, the ride didn't last long, and you arrived at his stop within 15 minutes. he continues to hold the umbrella over you, not caring that half of his body was getting wet in the process as he lead you back to his apartment.

by the time you reach his apartment, you were shivering, teeth clattering as your wet clothes clung to your body. asahi quickly gave you several plush towels and urges you into his bathroom, promising to hand you some of his clothes to wear and to focus on warming up with a hot bath.

you follow his commands all while thanking him before locking yourself in. when asahi hears the faucet run, his mind began to race when he rummages through his closet for something you can wear, settling on one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts.

folding his clothes in front of the bathroom for you, his next mission was now to cook the perfect meal for you to help with warming you up.

he didn't want to overwhelm you with a hot pot, so maybe he could make some ramen?

immediately, his mind thought up of the perfect ingredients as he worked on putting together the perfect bowl of ramen for you.

the broth was carefully simmered as he cut thin slices of pork, adding together a variety of spices while chopping up some scallions. the noodles were boiled to perfection as he worked on assembling the perfect bowl for you.

the soft sounds of footsteps catches his attention as asahi looks back to greet you-

only to have his words caught in his throat upon seeing your gentle beauty.

something about you made his heart clench painfully, and he couldn't deny how shy he felt seeing you in his clothes. you looked so soft, so inviting to him that he began to tremble.

he was becoming so flustered, yet you didn't seem to notice as a dreamy expression paints your features. "what smells so good?"

ah, the ramen.

asahi clears his throat and beckons you over to the kitchen counter where his ramen for you was settled. he went into great detail describing it, using words you didn't quite understand but appreciated nonetheless.

"thank you for this meal." you softly whisper before taking the first bite with your chopsticks.

the taste was overwhelming to you, sending you straight to heaven as the melody of flavors danced within your mouth. in just one bite alone, you felt the prior coldness of your body melt away. you felt so warm, so loved that tears began streaming from your eyes.

"it's good, it's really good." even with the tears streaming down your face, you continue slurping up the ramen noodles, earning a gentle smile from asahi himself.

he leans across the table, admiring your cute face and the way you cried over his ramen. he reaches out a hand to you to wipe away at your tears, "it's so good that it makes you cry?"

"mhmm, i can taste the love you put into this ramen. it feels like home, nakiri."

what your cooking lack is the very essence that makes up who you are. all i feel is an emptiness beneath the carefully made layers of your dish.

what you're searching for, you'll get even without worrying about it.

asahi was dumbfounded, attempting to hide his blush from beneath his hands as he watches you with awe. here you were, someone who was nothing short of a complete stranger to him, actively enjoying something he made. your blissful expression was beautiful to him, and he found himself wanting to elicit even more responses from you with his cooking alone.

his heart suddenly froze as realization hit him.

he had finally found someone he wanted to cook for; someone he wanted to dedicate the entirety of his life's dishes to-

and the fact made him smile.

that was how your first meeting went, with you showing him your clean bowl and thanking him for the delicious meal. he asked you out then, not wanting to lose you for even a second-

now, three years later, you were still together, going strong as asahi kept spoiling you with his cooking. he found it endearing how you got so mad at him, telling him "i'm gonna start gaining so much weight at the rate that you're feeding me, asahi!"

and each time you told him your concerns, he would simply kiss away your fears and reassure you that you would always be beautiful to him regardless of your size.

after all, you were his heart and soul. asahi would be nothing without you-

and he was ready to finally admit just how much you meant to him.

he watches you while you slept, completely unaware of the plans he had for you when morning came. in fact, it made him so nervous that he truly couldn't sleep at all.

for hidden deep within the confines of his drawers was a tiny velvet box and a gorgeous ring he had picked specifically for you, his queen.

with a whisper of your name, asahi pulls you to him, pressing a kiss against your forehead as he silently vowed to give you all of his forevers-

that all you had to do was say yes, and he'll make you the happiest woman alive.

final note: i love him i love him i love him i love him !!!!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#asahi nakiri x reader #asahi nakiri x you #asahi nakiri x y/n #asahi nakiri fluff #asahi saiba x reader #asahi saiba x you #asahi saiba x y/n #asahi saiba fluff #shokugeki no soma x reader #shokugeki no souma x reader #asahi nakiri #asahi saiba #food wars x reader #food wars imagines #.stories

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imaginebeautifulworlds · 2 years

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Masterlist

BTS

SEVENTEEN

ATEEZ

TXT

Food Wars

Free

Haikyuu

Kuroko no Basket

The Sandmam

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quickly-toward · 2 days

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#sneakers #dresses #antique car #gajevy #auto #yongguk #feminization hypnosis #Shokugeki no Soma #olivia cooke #remus lupin x reader #pensieri #jotakak #zoro x reader #goth gf

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even-quickly-dark · 4 days

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#vinsmoke sanji #chace crawford #Bucket List #no bra day #sneakers #antique car #auto #Shokugeki no Soma #olivia cooke #remus lupin x reader #twice nayeon #pensieri #1d #jotakak #neville goddard

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challenge-education-nature-var · 7 days

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https://nancy-065.mxtkh.fun/se/XMyBfY2

#gajevy #auto #yongguk #feminization hypnosis #Shokugeki no Soma #olivia cooke #remus lupin x reader #twice nayeon #jotakak #zoro x reader #goth gf #dmmd #five hargreeves x reader

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thatanimewriter · 5 months

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RETROUVAILLES.

➳ synopsis: v. to meet again, especially after a long time apart

➳ character/s: hayama akira, tsukasa eishi, riku dola, morinozuka takashi, lie ren, winter schnee, qrow branwen, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, jirou kyoka, shinsou hitoshi, togata mirio, dedue molinaro, felix fraldarius, shamir nevrand, vi, ekko, dan heng, blade, gepard landau, fushiguro megumi, zen'in maki, nanami kento + any of your faves

➳ warnings: fantasy!au (character is a knight, you are the royal they serve), medieval shit, major character death, descriptions of blood, descriptions of injury, childhood friends to almost lovers, accidental murder lol, intentional murder, reader described as beautiful, hurt/no comfort, angst, gn!reader (as always)

➳ word count: 2k

➳ notes: the thing got graded finally, so you can now have it. sorry for any hurt feelings (not really, that was the whole point of the story-). character list is just some characters i DO write for that i think work for this story. also this won't be tagged properly, but it's fine

to them, the weight of their golden armour is equal to that of guilt and grief. the castle they swore to protect is a permanent reminder of their shortcomings, though they never expected to return so soon. their metal-clad figure decorates the deteriorating structure in flecks of fragmented sunshine along the sandstone hallways. the kaleidoscope of light is no longer disrupted by the servants’ shadows. instead, the faux sun lurks on the walls as they drag their feet along the floor. the scraping of metal along stone replaces the low murmurs of maids and the light footsteps of staff as they flitted around the castle. the echo is deafening, and they realise they despises silence. it isn’t true silence with the clanking of their armour, but it makes them painfully aware that they are a survivor. the rattling of metal causes them to be uncomfortably conscious of their isolated existence. glancing through ajar doors that line the walls, they longs for a semblance of home, yet they are met by blood-stained tile and mangled corpses littering the floor in unappealing heaps of sunken cheeks and open wounds.

anita yasmine rosie luka penny william-

they step around them, gaze flickering to each of the faces paralysed by a still heart and wishes to lay with them, to feel the sticky black blood seep through their clothes and be held by the icy arms of death. they steel themselves against the pungent scent of rotting flesh, waving off the flies lingering around their head but failing to break through the helmet that conceals their shame and anguish.

the squeal of rusty hinges makes them close his eyes as they shakily exhale. their eyes flutter open at the quiet groan of the floorboards, and their breath hitches in their throat. it is as if colour returns to their vision, and they are several years younger, free of the faint crow’s feet stemming from the corners of their eyes and the dull ache in their chest.

it’s… the same. but you're not here.

silk sheets lay neatly atop the mattress, and the pillows remain meticulously arranged. they think if they sleep under the covers, they might smell your floral perfume on the pillowcases. they don’t entertain that idea. the sunlight filters through the translucent curtains, highlighting the blanket of dust that settles on the furniture and floor. the room hasn’t changed much since childhood; though it was sporadic, they were permitted inside. nonetheless, it was timeless. throughout all the phases of your life, it still felt like you.

they eye the vanity, clear of clutter but filled with nostalgia. the hairbrush is likely unusable – at least not without lacing dust and bugs through one’s hair – but it looked the same as when they originally gifted it. strands of hair weave between the bristles, and they wonder if their own locks are hidden away in the forest of DNA.

the maids would have cleaned the hairbrush since I was a child.

they don’t touch anything; they knows what is tucked away in the drawers and boxes. there is one thing they allows themselves to taint with their touch. they pry a brick from the wall, reaching into the pocket of secrecy they’d made with you. a matted velvet box graces their armoured fingertips. they don’t feel the texture, but the box size is familiar. they carefully pluck it from the treasure trove of memories and broken promises, sliding the brick back into place. gently unclasping the box, they smile softly at the two rings that lay side by side.

“one day, i’ll marry you!” they proclaim as you sit on the floor of your balcony. you giggle at their proposal and inquire about the rings you would wear if you married. “rings?” “you have to give me a ring to tell everyone that we’re getting married.” their little shoulders slump, and a pout forms on their lips. they sheepishly scuff their foot along the ground and tries to ignore the tears in their eyes. “...i don’t have one.” you sigh but give them a hopeful look. “but eventually you will?” they quickly brighten and grin through their tears as they lift their head to look at you. “yes! it’s gonna be like no other ring in the whole kingdom!”

they pocket the box and glance at the balcony. they kneel and bow their head, resting their right hand on their heart. when they rise, they look at the room before gently closing the door behind them as if you has retired for the night, and they don’t want to wake you. a practised method that hasn’t entirely left their bones.

as they descend the stairs to the ballroom, they nearly smile at the memory of the ball before the tragedy that befell the castle. they don't let it break through the perfectly crafted mask of neutrality. not when the ballroom floor is occupied by more lifeless bodies and darkened blood smears. they look to their side, wishing they could relive the memory of the ball and hoping they can look into your eyes as they escort you down the stairs, hoping you can share one last dance.

but you're not here…

they raise their arms, supporting the memory of everything they long to return to, and waltz. there is no music, yet their timing is precise, and despite having no dance partner, their form persists. they ponder the events of the tragedy as they glide along the bloody floor and skirt around the dozens of corpses, each bearing a face they'd seen a million times and maybe even a little more.

they can almost feel the weight of the spear they carried that day as they dance. they could hear your deafening scream as you were pulled into the crossfire. the sound follows them into their unconscious, a horrifying alarm. they never forgot the ache in their heart as their spear pierced through you. a human shield is a cowardly move in their mind, but the culprit had succeeded if the goal was to leave them with insurmountable guilt.

they come to a halt, bowing to the ghost of you. recalling your morning together beneath the gazebo, they gravitate to the imaginary scent of tea and pastries. the winter sun doesn’t fully reach them through the armour, and they attempt to resist the welcoming rays of warmth that beckon them to stay longer. they sit on the concrete bench they had called dibs on when they were twelve, ignoring the dull pain in their chest. slowly, they remove their armour. the metal feels warm despite the thin layer of ice along the lake the gazebo resided by.

the metal plates rest neatly on the bench, and they shiver at the fresh, cool air that tickles their skin. they sigh and roll their shoulders free of lingering tension, allowing themselves a moment of tranquility. their eyes – drops of sunshine that had fallen from the heavens according to you – scanned the garden that built their childhood and adolescence. the twitch of their fingers goes unnoticed as they reminisce about their training to become a knight. the tightness in their throat is unacknowledged when they see the statue of you standing tall, proud and beautiful atop a marble pedestal. they wonder if the sculptor had taken a cast of you rather than building beauty with a reference. they clench their fist, imagining your fingers laced between theirs. they've memorised the sensation, embedding it into their brain each time your hands embraced over the years. flicking the box open, they let the rings fall into the palm of their hand.

“like no other in the kingdom”. heh… what an understatement.

they chuckle at their craftsmanship. it is what is expected when an eight-year-old finds wire to make a ring. they observe the jagged circle – if you could even call it that – and the haphazardly hidden wire ends that made them feel like an ant had bitten them. it was irritating beneath their little armoured hand, often coated in a thin layer of sweat, but now they crave the sharp sting that fades to a dull ache. perhaps the discomfort has travelled from their calloused and scarred skin to their weary bones and heavy heart.

they mindlessly hum a tune from their childhood as they unwind the wires, straightening them as best they can. their nimble fingers falter as their vision blurs, but they intertwine the wire into a band of love as the soft melody cracks and fades away. in their tunic, they shed responsibility and don youth while they recraft the rings as if they could rewrite history. the art of creating jewellery didn’t embed itself in their flesh and bones like combat did, despite their parents teaching them before they left the village.

a cold wind kisses their skin, and they wet their lips, gazing at their workshopped rings with a smile you claimed could warm even the most hostile souls. they rise with a newfound energy, standing before the ethereal marble effigy. their breath crystallises as they stare into the stony eyes of the statue, slipping a halo onto their ring finger. they don’t dare to tear their gaze away and finds their vision joining the misty gardens again. a short apology escapes them as they climb onto the plinth, slide the accompanying token onto your marble finger, and lay a chaste kiss on your icy forehead. they dismount the pedestal at the sound of shouting and is struck with a familiar paralysing experience. they can hear their pulse in their eardrums over the voices, and their limbs itch with the desire to escape.

no. i stay.

the faces that emerge from the tall grass aren’t familiar, but the old, blood-stained uniform brings ease. they don’t hear what the intruders declare over their heartbeat, but they focus on the sword shared between the looters. a sudden movement breaks their concentration, followed by a new ache in their abdomen, and they are acutely aware of the sword skewering their organs and poking through their tunic. the sturdy marble pedestal makes an ugly screech against the metal before meeting their back. they hiss when it’s pulled from its temporary sheath, dripping with red and shreds of tissue. the blood that coats the blade slides down the statue’s base, gathering in their hair and absorbing into their shirt. as they slump against the surface, they let their eyes flutter shut, and they faintly hear the footsteps of the intruders grow distant.

they frown as they lay on the lawn, ripping dry skin from their lips with their teeth. “can i ask you a question?” “you just did,” you respond with an ounce of playfulness. “what if i fail?” you turn to face them with narrow eyes as if you dared them to elaborate. “what if i can’t protect you?” you stare for a moment as you debate your answer. they gaze into your eyes and look for a hint of uncertainty but is met with their insecurities as they reflect their image. you flash a gentle smile and pick a blade of grass from their messy mop of hair. “i’ll see you soon, won’t i?”

a final smile tugs at their lips, and they exhale, weakly lifting their hand to look at the ring that failed to shine in the sliver of sunset light. the warmth disappears beneath the horizon, permitting the stars to adorn the navy skies, and their hand falls to the ground.

see you soon. i missed you. in our next life, maybe…

#shokugeki no soma x reader #food wars x reader #no game no life zero x reader #ouran high school host club x reader #ohshc x reader #rwby x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #fe3h x reader #arcane x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

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mono-dot-jpeg · 1 year

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insomniac! s/o - a. isami

summary; and isami thought looking after his own brother was tiring

genre/tags; fluff, isami being the goated as usual, reader is part of the polar star gang, insomniac! reader, more platonic than romantic but can be perceived as either or, bullet fic

warning; slight injures, burn injuries mentioned, all injuries are not in full written detail, reader takes 'eepy time [melatonin] gummies, don't sleep near stoves /lh

[gender neutral reader]

a/n; hey yall.... how you been....? it's been a long time since i posted anything. sorry about that. been losing my mind over life but ya know that's the usual, im here to single handedly bring back the food wars enjoyers /j

reader is kind of based off of my own insomnia problems, i take gummies to sleep and stuff like that. some parts exaggerated but you get the idea.

isami really thought you were one of the few normal ones in the polar star dorm

he was dead wrong

bro saw you standing in the kitchen trying to not fall asleep

you look like soma that one time he was so tired that he fell asleep in the middle of a whole-ass competition

but at least he was mostly functioning at the time

you were not

you burned your pinky on the stove

isami was quick to care for you as megumi also attended to you being the panicky sweetheart she was

he asked you if this was a common occurrence as you seemed to have a various amount of small injuries littered on your body

megumi answers for you as you rub your eyes

"yeah... they have sleeping problems."

you nodded, "i try to get a good amount of sleep... that never really works..." you explain how you even go on melatonin to try to keep your sleeping hours consistent but it doesn't seem to be effective

and just like that you have a bestie that will look out for you other than megumi (and soma if he was feeling competent that day)

he's used to looking after his brother whenever he bonks heads with soma but you're a much different case

he knows how skilled you are with cooking but my god you are so unaware, he is your anxiety more than your own anxiety

he nudges you awake once in a while if you start to doze off standing up and near a hot stove

he takes care of your burns or cuts

he stays up with you over the phone until you fall asleep

he reminds you to take your melatonin

he is GOATED FR !! he a real one

he's so sweet too :(

also gives great physical comfort and warmth

as time went on, you were kind of just part of aldini family??

isami kept you around him ofc and takumi was just forced to accept it lmao

takumi didn't hate it at all, he was more harsh abt your habits in his tsundere-esque way

but he warmed up to you too

congrats you have an italian family now lmao

#food wars fanfic #food wars shokugeki no soma #food wars x reader #shokugeki no souma #isami x reader #isami aldini x reader #food wars isami x reader #shokugeki no soma x reader

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