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In so many parts of the world, the hottest temperatures are accompanied by the spiciest of foods
Meanwhile I come from people who think black pepper is spicy and am dying eating buffalo sauce on a hot day
#it is an unusually hot buffalo sauce imo#as someone who eats buffalo sauce a lot#but still#I am in awe of the fact that for some countries it’s not even that hot#and those countries are also the homes of the cultures that eat the spiciest foods
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How well do you think Nanami Kento would handle eating spicy food? What would his reaction be towards his girlfriend/wife who LOVES spicy food?
Domestic Bliss: Nanami Kento #6, Spicy
"Hey, Kento," you whispered conspiratorially into his shoulder, nuzzling him from behind, "that new ramen place just opened round the corner. I hear they have the biggest range of hot sauces going. Big. Huge. International."
Your bad impression earned you a scowl.
"And you want to try them," Kento intoned, flat as he flipped through his newspaper, "I assume."
You draped yourself over the armchair, pushing his newspaper away with your feet. Kento grumbled, trying to avoid their push, until his newspaper crumpled, and he rolled it up, hitting you with it while you laughed.
"I'd love to go," you sighed, dramatic, "but I know you can't handle spicy food." Kento's eyes narrowed.
"What makes you think that?"
"Well, I never see you eat it."
"Because most extra spicy food relies on it being hot as its main point of attraction. I prefer my flavour palate to be a bit more sophisticated." Kento's eyes narrowed again, swiping over you. "Like my women."
"Ouch, Kento."
Kento reached into his pocket, the ghost of a smile on his mouth. "Silly games win silly prizes." He tapped on his phone. He was silent for a moment.
"Table's booked for 7pm. So you can eat spicy food, to your heart's desire...my love."
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Pushing through the chest-level curtain, you and Kento were greeted by a bustling restaurant, vibrant, and enjoying its early success. Your mouth watered as a hot, umami rush of air hit your nose. You smiled, excited, not noticing how Kento read your every move, fizzing with your joy.
Perusing the menu in your intimate corner booth, you noticed the dishes were arranged in order of spice. You leaned over, pointing to Kento's menu.
"This is your side of the menu, darling..." You gestured to one side of the booklet, "...and this is mine." Kento pinched the sides of your knee under the table, smiling lightly, ungoadable.
When the waiter arrived, you requested a bowl of the spiciest ramen listed.
"We have extra hot sauces, too," offered the waiter, "if you like a challenge."
"Perhaps your top five hottest?" You requested, handing the menu back to the waiter, teasing Kento. "And a big glass of milk for my boyfriend."
"That won't be necessary." Kento replied, clipped. "I'll have the same as her, thank you." Your nose flared; a competitive edge.
"You don't have to buy it just because I do, Kento."
"I know that." He hummed, leaning back into his chair, his hands clasped over crossed legs. "But it seems we have some...misunderstandings to address."
Your ramen arrived. Its colour cried Danger. Tree frogs of its exact hue were known to cause certain death, and the hot sauces arrived in a rainbow most often seen in government-approved public warning announcements. Kento gave you a warm smile, chuckling as you snapped and rolled your chopsticks with gusto.
You took a noisy slurp of your noodles, Kento following suit. The heat was slow to build, but by your third slurp of noodles, your mouth thrummed with fire, climbing up your nose and filling your sinuses. You sniffled, laughing and dabbing your mouth with a napkin.
"Wow, they really weren't joking," you laughed, burning from the inside, in a way that was almost too much, "that really is spicy." Kento raised his eyebrows, seemingly unaffected. He reached for the first hot sauce.
"Is it?" He asked, mildly. "I think it could use a little something, actually." Kento splashed his ramen with hot sauce, enthusiastic, and offered you some. With a smile, and a nod, he did the same to your ramen.
"I don't see much difference, to be honest," you lied, the ramen now significantly spicier. You blinked the tears from your eyes as Kento patted your hand sympathetically. With a wan little smile, Kento reached immediately for the third hottest sauce, splashing it onto his ramen.
"Let's cut out the middle man, shall we?" Kento joked, squeezing your thigh affectionately under the table. You were starting to consider that you may have fucked up your last upfuck. You didn't stop Kento as he offered you the hot sauce, splashing a thin, acrid red glaze into your ramen.
The fumes hit you as you leaned over your bowl, and you coughed involuntarily. Kento shook more hot sauce onto his egg, slurping it up with a delighted hum.
"Eat up." He pressed. "It'll get cold." You took a hesitant bite of pork that didn't seem to have too much hot sauce on it. You were wrong. You must have swallowed lava, you thought, your eyes flickering over the restaurant as you chewed, as if someone could help you. Spluttering and praying for escape, you knew you would never live this down with your new lover if you threw in the towel.
"In fact, mine does seem to have cooled down a bit." Kento reached for the hottest of the hot sauces, in an unassuming little bottle with a skull and crossbones on the front. You were on fire, and nodded with tears flowing down your face, sweating, red, and coughing, when Kento offered you some. He was ever the gentleman, never pouring the sauce on your food until you accepted.
Kento was exceptionally uncrumpled, his navy dress shirt still just as pressed as it had been in the morning, his hair still neatly parted. Strands of yours stuck to the sweat in your forehead, and in a delirious haze, you lifted your bowl to slurp the broth, desperate to end this hellish ordeal.
You briefly saw God, before plummeting to the deepest circle of hell. There was no heaven. Life was a lie. Existence was meaningless. You felt the flesh melt off your bones, knowing death was nigh. Your hands shook, your smouldering lips puffy, mascara on your cheeks. You sat with your head in your hands, having just drunk acid. You dared one look up towards Kento.
...who seemed delighted by his meal, paying the waiter, and rubbing your thigh with those warm, gentle hands.
"There are people waiting for our table, darling. We'll go, hmm? My place, or yours?"
Your mouth numb, slurring, you babbled; "Me at, er-- mine...you at-- at-- yours--" You would surely be spending the evening in a bath of milk, retching into the sink. Kento pressed a tender kiss to your sweaty forehead.
"You're right. I'm always tired after a good meal, too."
After being driven home, you spent the night in an oven, wondering if you would ever get over challenging Nanami Kento to such a stupid, unwinnable fight.
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"How's that new girl of yours, huh, Nanamin? Managed to impress her yet?" Gojo called from outside the toilet stall, tapping away in his phone with that everfixed smile. A low, nauseated groan rumbled out from the stall.
"--I...think she might dump me actually." More groans of agony sounded from the toilet stall, with Kento within, trapped in Satan's grasp.
Gojo had your number, of course. You and he had been chatting for weeks. Gojo held down the Record button outside Kento's toilet stall, ready to send you Kento's anguished moans.
Nanami Kento couldn't stand spicy food. He'd never let you know that. Thankfully, he had a friend who would sell him out at any given opportunity.
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I bet none of those GOP are man enough to cry in public lol drop a pair and even have some hot sauce but nah that would literally end their egolives haha
but seriously have you ever considered the might of a stoically weeping ripped jacked dude talking about something he's passionate about and shedding a tear? This is of course my vibe on da blog here...
I mean when Reagan shed a tear the GOP ate it up and it cemented his leadership, and I don't hate him or fault him for that though I know many on the left thought it was just an acting job. Maybe his whole life was an acting job. I'm just also a former method actor and I know the best acting is method acting where you really do feel the emotions of the character and even become the character, and live and die as the character, and may, with lacking caution, accidentally revert to the character in real life during times of crisis, it gets weird, this is why as a method actor you don't take roles you don't relate to; I have actor friends that this happens to. This is partly why existentialism is my happy place. Anyway. So...
When Walz Jr here sheds a tear in public the GOP sic on him like dogs? and he's still just a young adult? ffs there's no dignity on the far right
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#nah this is why i travel with hot sauce#socially acceptable sob sesh with every meal#incredibly refreshing#i eat the ffn spiciest food yall it would blow out a normal american's taste buds to eat what i eat#triple X heat yall#haha#if it don't give me some hiccups what are we even doing lol#someday i'll be on hot ones and i'll get the worst hiccups lmao it's already happening in the future
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Maternity Leave (part 1/3)
Summary: Past your due date and feeling desperate, you and Emily try everything you can to start labor.
Pairing: Emily Prentiss/Reader
Word Count: 1,761
TWs: pregnancy, labor, fluff, comfort
Ao3
PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR
Every day past your due date that you woke up and weren’t in labor caused you to be in an extremely bitter mood.
Your raven-haired wife’s eyes would flutter open to find you curled around your pregnancy pillow, lips furled into a tight frown. Her eyes would crinkle in sympathy, and she’d reach out to comfort you.
By the fifth day, you’d officially had enough. You waited, somewhat impatiently, for your wife to wake up, wanting her to be well-rested. Your back was aching; there were no comfortable positions anymore—not sitting, standing, or lying down—and you felt like you were getting bigger every day.
You’d pushed the blankets off of you long ago—you were too hot these days, so all you could bear to sleep in was a sports bra and underwear—to look at your stretched belly. You rested your hand on it, feeling your daughter shift beneath your touch.
“I love you,” you mumbled, “but you can’t stay in there forever.”
Emily’s hand reached across the bed to rest on top of yours. “Still nothing?”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” you said, attempting to shift into a more comfortable position and wincing when you failed.
“Never apologize for that. How do you feel?”
“I love our daughter, but I want her out. Today.”
Emily raised an eyebrow. “Today, huh?”
“I had a lot of time to brainstorm when I wasn’t sleeping, and she’s coming out today.” You couldn’t be swayed.
But you knew your wife loved a challenge, so she sat up with a mischievous smile. “Whatever you want. What’s first?”
Fortunately, you had a specific craving that you hoped would move things along. With assistance from Emily, you sat up, resting your back against the backboard, and rested both of your hands on your ever-expanding belly.
“Baby wants scrambled eggs for breakfast. With extra spicy hot sauce.”
Emily leaned over to give you a peck on the lips before bending down to do the same on your bump.
“Whatever baby wants,” she said, throwing the blankets aside and jumping out of bed.
“I’ll be down in a bit,” you called after her, envious for a time when moving didn’t require quite so much effort.
Slowly, you eased yourself out of bed and threw on the first oversized t-shirt and pair of sweatpants you could find before making your way downstairs to the kitchen, where Emily was already hard at work.
She wasn’t much of a cook, but throughout your pregnancy, she’d mastered scrambled eggs and managed to make them exactly how you wanted.
It had taken you so long to get to the kitchen that breakfast was almost ready by the time you sat down. Emily already set the hot sauce on the table, and you debated the pros and cons of just emptying the bottle directly into your mouth.
But you weren’t quite that desperate yet.
Emily dumped the majority of the scrambled eggs onto your plate before setting a small amount on hers. She set the pan down in the sink and joined you at the table with a kiss on the top of your head.
“What else is on your master plan for today?” Emily said, reaching for the salt and pepper.
You bypassed both and started pouring hot sauce all over your breakfast.
“This,” you said, pointing to your plate. “Then some curb walking to that Indian restaurant for the spiciest spicy curry they will let us leave with. Curb walk back, eat the spicy curry, and if I’m still not in labor, I found some workout videos on YouTube that have comments raving that it sent them into labor.”
“And if you’re still not in labor?” Emily asked through a mouthful of eggs.
You stabbed the plate with more aggression than you’d intended before shoveling in as many eggs as you could fit in your mouth. The hot sauce burned, but you powered through it. Anything to not be pregnant anymore.
“Don’t you dare say that,” you said with a growl.
Emily raised her hands in surrender. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
You ate your breakfast quickly but with determination. As you chewed each bite, you waited for something to change, but to your disappointment, your plate was finally empty, and you still hadn’t felt anything.
Emily cleared your plates, knowing better than to ask after seeing the look on your face.
No amount of food was enough these days; so despite having just eaten, you were ready for some spicy curry.
Emily threw on some leggings and a t-shirt, tied her hair back into a ponytail, and joined you in the living room. She put on her own tennis shoes before putting yours on for you. You couldn’t remember the last time you could reach your feet.
Though it was only a few blocks’ walk to the restaurant, you could tell Emily was hesitant. If you did go into labor, it would be a long walk back, but that was a risk you were willing to take.
“It’ll be fine,” you reassured her as she held the door open for you.
You fought back annoyance as Emily refused to take her eyes off of you as you walked; you had to remind yourself that she only did it because she loved you to keep yourself from snapping in hormonal rage.
The walk to the restaurant was quick, and you’d placed the order on the way there so you could pick the food up and turn around immediately.
The walk back felt much longer, your body aching all over. But when Emily offered to run home and grab the car, you refused to give in. You would try this, and it would work.
As a reward, when you made it home, Emily rubbed your sore feet as you ate as much spicy curry as your stomach would allow. When your stomach started rebelling, you had to ask Emily to put the rest in the fridge.
You spent the rest of the day relaxing together until you regained enough energy to try the workout videos you’d found. Again, Emily hovered nearby in case you needed her, but you kept your focus on the TV, hyperaware of every sensation in your body, ready for any sign of labor.
But nothing came.
By nightfall, you were exhausted physically and mentally. Tears brimmed in your eyes. You’d come so far, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were failing. You sat on the edge of the bed, holding your belly, and your tears fell onto it.
Emily stepped out of the bathroom to find you a sniffling mess.
“Oh, love,” she said, sitting beside you. “Tell me what I can do.”
You rested your head on her shoulder, tears still flowing. “I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “She should be here by now; I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Hey, nothing is wrong with you,” she took your hand in hers. “She’ll come when she’s ready.”
You nodded and sniffled, not trusting your voice.
“Will you let me try something? It might help.”
You lifted your head, feeling wary. “What?”
“Stand up for me?”
She got to her feet first, offering you her hands. You took them gratefully, and she pulled you up.
She walked to the wall on the side of your room and pressed her back against it.
“Turn around,” she said.
You obliged, and she pulled you so your back was pressing against her body.
“I’m gonna lift your bump to try and take some of the weight off for you.”
You hesitated. “Are you sure? She’s pretty heavy…”
Emily scoffed. “Have you seen my arms? I’ll be fine.”
You giggled; she was right.
“Ready?” she said, interlocking her fingers and placing them under your bump.
“Yes.”
Gently, she lifted your belly, taking the weight from you.
The groan of ecstasy that fell out of your mouth was inhuman; your eyes fluttered shut, and you leaned your head back onto her chest. You could feel Emily’s arms shaking slightly from the weight, but you knew she would never complain. She would bear the weight for however long you needed her to.
Emily kissed the back of your neck. “I love you,” she murmured.
“I love you more,” you echoed in pure bliss.
After a few moments of peace, you knew you couldn’t ask Emily to hold on much longer. “You can set her down,” you whispered, bracing yourself for the weight to return to you.
Gently, she released your belly, and you immediately ached for her to take it away again. Instead, you whipped around and pressed your mouth against hers, hungry for her.
“You know,” Emily said with a giggle as you planted kisses down her neck. “There is one thing we haven’t tried to start your labor…”
She didn’t need to say anything else. You practically leaped into bed, Emily right behind you, stripping her clothes. You climbed under the comforter together, and you took a few minutes to try and maneuver the best way to pleasure your wife, but your belly posed an obstacle. It had been weeks since you’d last felt sexy enough to be intimate, and you hadn’t thought about how much a large belly would get in the way.
“Lay back,” Emily instructed, situating you on a cloud of pillows. You obeyed and felt the closest to comfort you’d felt in weeks.
“Let me take care of you,” she whispered, removing your clothes. When it was just your body and hers, she started biting your ear and planting kisses in a pattern down your body and over your bump.
You shifted a bit, pain lacing through your lower back.
“You okay?” Emily asked.
You nodded. “Keep going; you can’t imagine how that feels.”
With a smirk, Emily teased you, bracing a knee between your legs. You rubbed against her, pleasure building in your core. Even the persistent aching in your back couldn’t pull you out of the moment, this perfect moment where the only things that existed were you and your stunning wife.
“Are you ready for me?” Emily purred.
“Yes, love,” you panted.
“That’s my girl,” she said, parting your thighs with two fingers. You eagerly anticipated her entry, locking your eyes with hers, when you were interrupted by a new sensation. Water trickled down your thighs and onto the bed beneath you, and you sat up with a start.
Emily sat up with you, excitement in her eyes. “Is that…?”
Nervousness blossomed in your chest, quickly eclipsed by excitement. “My water just broke.”
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My Headcanons for the Spice Tolerance of various members and associates of the batfamily.
DICK: He isn't a wimp, but also not a spicy fan. Give him sweet any day. He'll eat the hot sauce from your local mexican restaurant but will avoid spicy challenges at all costs. Has been burned by Jason's food more than once. Does have a liking for sour candy.
BARBARA: Not terrible, but very much not her thing. She likes sour and occasionally bitter. She will not eat your hot sauce. Handles it much better than some, but would rather not purposefully eat pain, thank you very much.
JASON: Spice King. There is almost no food he will not try. Had a high spicy tolerance before he died, after the pit and his world travels, nothing phases him. He loves Alfred's cooking, and it will always be his comfort food, but his palette is way more adventurous. He will only tone his cooking down for Alfred and Barabara. If anyone else wants to eat his food, they can shut up and deal. He doesn't have to feed them.
I don't really have an opinion on Helena. Probably similar to Dick's.
TIM: The biggest wimp to ever wimp. His taste buds are mostly destroyed, so if you feed him spicy food, he won't notice for the first five minutes. Until he realizes his mouth is on fire and is finally distracted from whatever he is working on. The burning will linger for the rest of the day, and he won't talk to the person responsible for a week. He used to gulp water until Steph told him that makes it worse, and he should use milk instead. He figured coffee has enough milk content. Both Damian and Jason have used this against him.
STEPHANIE: Suprisingly impressive. She can nearly match Damian, and no one but Cass can tell she's dying inside towards the end of the hot sauce challenge. She once attempted to eat Jason's spiciest dish while looking him dead on before bailing to the bathroom about six seconds in. Jason never told her it wasn't quite the spicest dish he makes.
CASSANDRA: She doesn't like spicy food and is fully okay with that. Sure, she can tolerate it, but as Barbara said, why would she willingly eat pain? Jason doesn't mind because it is Cass, and she's really chill about it. He'll give her the mild version he makes for Alfred and Babs.
DAMIAN: Obviously, he can handle spicy food, how dare you insult his constitution, plebian. Nothing in the U.S. is going to trip him up, especially nothing in New Jersey, but there are spices he would rather not suffer through, though he will never admit to such a weakness.
KATE: Enjoys spicy food, but European level spicy. She can handle anything found in Italy, no problem, but Indian becomes a problem.
ALFRED: He is English. No, he doesn't like spicy food. He will never like spicy food. This is okay, we still love him.
BRUCE: It is a very good thing he has a nearly perfect poker face because Talia would never have married such a wimp. Feed the white boys (Tim and Bruce), a pepper, and watch Ra's al ghul loose all interest. That's my solution. Cannot handle the slightest spice. The grocery store mild salsa is a danger to him. Will lie to your face about it. Lives in fear of his family discovering this weakness.
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ya ever think about the mental hurdle that is a human turned cybertronian having to give up food for energon, something that was once toxic to said human turned cybertronian?
I feel itd be rough, like imagine being told you can't have organic stuff anymore and have to something that would've used to kill you? Like i imagine some having to hype themselves up just to chug energon down and deal with the mental backlash trying to tell them to throw it up when they shouldn't.
Like Alt+F4 to the brain.
I had thoughts on the opposite spectrum, especially for the Aligned verse, with the lack of food: too much flavor or completely bland.
Imagine if Energon, while very pretty to look at, is a sad taste of almost nothing? It makes so much sense, considering how bad Cybertron's natural resources had been destroyed or decimated, so the populations were making do with Depression-style meals.
So salt is an incredibly ultra rare mineral on Cybertron that's painstakingly cultivated on a wild plant on the remains of caustic biomes, but the Autobots (and Decepticons) are going nuts since it's abundant on Earth and the squishies can eat that?! They eat rocks!? The giant ocean has a use they understand?!
(Insert all the Cybertronians stationed on Earth incorporating "pass the salt" in their lexicon and happily salting their cubes as a fuck you to the elite.)
Because Earth and Cybertron are "cousins," I do like the thought that cyberized!humans do retain some old/throwback/strange traits compared to Cybertronians. It would be hilarious if the ex-humans are still able to consume most things with enough preparation or they have the functions to draw out all the nutritional value. It would blow the native Cybertronians' collective minds and tastebuds.
As for Energon being "too much," maybe it's too intense since it's a different feeling than humans are used to. Like an electrifying rush of burning energy down your throat. A mix between Listerine mouthwash, the mintiest gum, and the spiciest sauce as an icy-hot pack for your mouth.
Bottom line, Energon itself wouldn't put off people as it doesn't have an equivalent that humans would associate it with danger. There are many drinks with a vividly bright hue as well as people on liquid diets and supplements due to health, medical, or lifestyle choices. But something like oil, gas, or petrol would throw the exhumans in a loop since it would trigger that remaining 'danger' sense from human sensibilities from the very smell.
#ask#transformers#transformers prime#tfp#humans into cybertronians#humanformers#cybertronian culture#cybertronian fauna#cybertronian food#tf headcanons#my thoughts#maccadam
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Katsuki Bakugou x Popular/MeanGirl!reader - oneshot about Katsuki loving his ruthless girlfriend!
Ok, the title is a little misleading, you're not that mean! you just do unto others what they do to you...and Katsuki loves it. As always, please let me know if you want more, and if you have any ideas for the future <3 calling this a songfic, because it's hugely based on Don't Touch! by Lil Mariko
warnings: lots of cursing, mentions of castration, and one chaotic good(?) reader
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When you first arrived at UA, a late entry as you lived in the Americas prior, everyone loved you, and surprisingly that included Bakugou. Of course, it took him a long time to warm up all the way, but you started dating after a few months of getting to know each other. What could he say? You were pretty, smart, patient with him, and best of all, you didn't take crap. He learned that the first week of your arrival, when his attempt to bully you fell short. You actually took a liking to him, so he was spared most of the passive aggressive fate he saw you give some others. You were just nice to people who were nice to you, ergo most considered you sweet as candy while some considered you a total bitch.
You were hot and you knew it, and believe it or not it caused a lot of people to spread rumors about you. He'll never forget the first time he saw you in action, it was as satisfying as it was attractive. While walking to lunch, a pair of 2nd years were standing to the side whispering and pointing to you. one of them yelled out, "slut," while the other laughed. You, being the bad bitch that you are, turned around, smiled pleasantly, and put on your best innocent demeanor. "aw, I'm really sorry for getting your dick hard, maybe next time try and keep your eyes a little higher, yeah?" It. Was. Magnificent. The two were flabbergasted to say the least, and Katsuki himself was glad to finally see someone who didn't act like a saint all the time.
Long story short, you were his other half, and he had gotten used to your mocking, sarcastic way of handling assholes...until the day of the Sports Festival. You and Katsuki were were perusing the food stands, you dragging him around from place to place, him trailing behind like the grump he was. One stand actually caught his eye, a sign claiming to have the spiciest sauce in the city to compliment their renowned Takoyaki. You were standing with him, looking around while holding his hand, when out of the corner of your eye you saw someone point towards you. You didn't turn your head, not wanting them to know you noticed, but kept an ear out to see what they were saying.
"yeah, he's the one I was telling you about."
"that guy? No way he's with a girl like her."
"I know, right? He has to be keeping her with him, probably scaring her into staying."
Oh hell no. You weren't going to let this slide, it was one thing to talk about you, but a whole other thing to talk about your relationship. You whipped around, yanking a very confused Katsuki with you. Katsuki had heard the two talking, but was far too enamored with the spicy sauce to actually listen. "Hey," You yelled, using a voice Katsuki hadn't heard out of you before as you raised the hand holding Katsuki's into the air for all to see. "See this?! This means he loves me, so next time you go and make assumptions, why don't you keep your damn mouth shut?!" You step closer to the pair of stunned teens, wearing a look that could kill. Your voice was low and menacing now, making sure they understood every syllable. "Next time I hear you talk shit about my boyfriend, I'll take the Louis Vuitton's He bought me, hunt you down, and castrate you."
The two whimpered, stuttering out a response but unable to finish before running off with their tails between their legs. You watched them dash, one hand on your hip and the other in Katsuki's, before turning to him with that same bubbly smile you always had. "Alright, let's go get ice cream, I'm still hungry!" He had this unreadable expression on his face, and when you tried to pull him to the ice cream he stood stock still. "...What...?" You were fearing the worst.
Were you too much for him? Did he realize he wanted someone nicer, like Ururaka or Momo? This time, he did dragging of his own, yanking you in the opposite direction. He pulled you along without another word, looking left to right, before stopping next to an empty vending stand. "Katsuki, what are you doing," You asked, he was worrying you.
He looked around again, making sure no one was watching, before yanking into the stand with him.
He never answered you with words, but the way he made out with you for the remainder of the Festival break kind of spoke for him. Right then, when you were threatening those extras, was the moment he realized he loved you. Actually, no. He already knew he loved you, despite the fact he never said it (yet). Right then was the moment he knew he'd marry you. You wouldn't know that story from his perspective until he told it at your wedding.
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hope you enjoyed, I had this story on my mind all last night and was just itching to write it! let me know if you want more of this!
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What the Great God Grove gods would order at a seafood boil
Because I just had a seafood boil and was thinking about it
These are all up for debate
Inspekta: Got a decently hot sauce on his boil. He'd order it without any extra veggies in it and just the seafood. He'd probably get lobster and/or head-off shrimp. He'd probably put some sausage in it too.
Ms Mitternacht: Would probably order mussels and clams in hers, I feel like she'd order a more buttery than spicy sauce. She'd probably also order extra red potatoes
Cobigail: Tried to convince everyone that she could eat the spiciest sauce they had
Was unable to convince everyone and out of shame ordered a regular cajun sauce instead, she'd either order extra corn in hers or no corn at all, and I feel like she's a crawfish kind of gal
Thespius Green: The waiter recognized him and wanted to give him a free meal. He declined the free meal because he wanted to pay for it, but thanked them for the offer.
He'd probably order something with lobster in it or maybe naked shrimp w/ a garlic sauce
Click Clack: Accidentaly ordered the King Crab not knowing that it's the most expensive seafood you can order at a seafood boil
I feel like he's also a garlic sauce kind of guy and he'd order a hardboiled egg with it too
Bauhauzzo: Didn't order a seafood boil. He thought about getting one, but then he realized the cooks in the kitchen were probably sick of making seafood boils all the time (even though it's the main thing they make) so he wanted to give them a break.
Huzzle Mug: Tried to covince the waiter to put every single seafood they had in it's order. The waiter declined, so it got head-on shrimp instead.
Got the sweetest sauce they had on the menu.
King: Got the spiciest sauce on the menu. Everyone tried to convince her not to, but she convinced everyone she could handle it. (You can't convince the Eloquent God out of doing something)
She fucked up that seafood boil without breaking a sweat. I feel like she'd get either snow or dungeness crab.
Thank you for coming to my ted talk.
#great god grove#ggg#pan rambling#again all up for debate#i would add all the god's tags but I don't wanna fill up all their tags with my stupid post
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Funny story: the spice tolerance for my tongue is greater than that of my guts. I was at a shop called ‘The Pepper Palace’ and sampled a whole bunch of their top spiciest sauces and had to sign a few waivers. The guy even asked if I was sure I should keep sampling as by this point I probably consumed what, a 1/4 cup of their very spiciest including what was essentially reaper extract? Anyway after purchasing the ones I liked I started walking back to my hotel (cont.)
when I suddenly felt something like an icy ove and was doubled over on the sidewalk sweating buckets with the feeling of needing to shit out nuggets of glowing hot glass. I was there for like 15-30 minutes, though it felt like hours. Thankfully there was a gas station nearish and I was able to relieve myself a bit before heading back.
This is why they had you sign the waiver, Anon.
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it's perfect, chef | carmy berzatto x fem!reader | bonus smut scene from 'still into you'
summary: carmy surprises you with a ring & an engagement dinner, but you're not hungry yet. bonus scene that takes place after the last chapter of 'still into you' sunday (you'll want to read this first)
warnings: fluff, engagement smut, swearing, 18+ only
wordcount: 3.9k
a/n: here is the long-awaited bonus engagement smut that i owe @carmensberzattos. i think this is the spiciest smut scene i've written them yet. also, hypothetically, if i wrote some cute fluffy shit about them getting married/planning... would you read that? y/n?
(^^ this is NOT an amatriciana BUT this scene is 'chef' is the same energy so it felt right.)
And you think to yourself, that maybe, this was always how it was supposed to be.
You can’t stop smiling.
Your eyes flicker from the ring on your finger to where Carmy stands over the stove. He’s put his apron back on, very serious about this engagement dinner he’s got planned for you. You watch as Carmy begins pulling the sauce together, giving the pan a shake over the gas burner in your shared apartment. Carmy uses the wooden spoon to evenly distribute the onion and guanciale mixture across the bottom of the pan once more.
It’s perfect, really, that he’s decided to make you an amatriciana for your engagement night. The man knows you love a Roman pasta, and you love that they’ve managed to play such a special part in your love story.
You glance back down at your phone, seeing a slew of messages in your group chat with Syd and Sugar, in response to the picture of the ring you snapped earlier:
Sugar: HE DID IT!!! HE GAVE YOU THE RING!
Syd: We did good, huh?
Sugar: You’re welcome ;)
Syd: It really is a beautiful ring. We love you!!!! Go enjoy your night, but spare us the details please.
You’re so focused on your group text with Sugar and Syd that you don’t notice how close Carmy hasn’t gotten to where you’re perched on top of the kitchen island.
“Health code violation, don’t you think?” he teases you, giving your thigh a little squeeze.
You look up from your phone, letting out a small laugh as you lock eyes with your now fiance. While grabbing the bowl of tomato passata, he maintains eye contact, the smallest smirk on his face as he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.
Carmy takes a few steps away from where you sit, causing your heart to beat a hell of a lot faster. That can’t be all he came over here for you, could it?
“Good thing our place is not a restaurant then,” you reply, your gaze following him as he returns to the stove.
Even though he’s gone back to cooking, Carmy’s touch lingers on your skin. You can still feel the pads of his fingers along your inner thigh and you’re not sure if you’re ever going to get your heart rate back down. You clear your throat in an attempt to collection yourself before offering:
“Need any help?”
Your ears fill with the sound of the tomato sauce hitting the searing hot pan as Carmy responds, “I got this babe.”
He steals a glance your way, before giving the sauce a shake in the pan. You swallow, watching as his forearm muscles flex prominently as he grips the hand of the saucier. He swirls the pan a few times, creating an emulsion of the ingredients inside, and it suddenly feels five degrees hotter in the room. You’re like a moth transfixed by a flame as you hop off of the kitchen island, taking a few steps to where he stands.
“Can I at least watch, then?” you ask, suggestively.
A smile spreads across Carmy’s lips as he feels your hand snake around his waist, your fingertips dipping underneath the hem of his shirt. He hisses in response to your touch, as your fingertips hit the hard planes of his abdomen.
“Baby…” he sighs out, a smirk on his face as you press your forehead against his shoulder. “What’re you up to?”
“Nothin’,” you answer innocently, even though there’s not a single innocent intention behind this. You bite down on his shoulder blade gently, earning another laugh from his lips.
He chuckles, “Doesn’t feel like nothin’.”
You giggle, “Just testing your focus, is all.”
You pull away from him almost instantly, pulling off to his left side. You press your back against the counter, leaning up against it as you watch what he’s doing. As Carmy leans over the stovetop, reaching for the salt crock towards the back of the stove, you can’t help but notice the newly exposed skin the hem of his shirt has revealed.
Did his perfect vintage jeans always sit that low on his hips?
Down girl… you remind yourself.
“You tell Sugar and Syd yet?” Carmy asks, changing the subject.
“Yeah. They’re very excited that you gave me the ring,” you reply, trying to distract yourself.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. We have a group text, actually.”
“Uh oh,” Carmy sounds, shooting you another look.
You smile wickedly before reassuring him, “Nothing to worry about it. They’re happy you finally, and I quote, did it right.”
“You three in a group text? Got nothin’ to worry about. Sure,” he replies with a playful eye roll, completely unconvinced that this group text is nothing to worry about.
“I thought maybe we could call Liz and Maya after dinner. Or maybe tomorrow depending on what we get up to tonight,” you suggest.
“Oh yeah?” Carmy replies, a hint of amusement in his ask.
He knows exactly what he’s doing. He knows he’s winding you up, teasing you till you’re begging for him to fuck you. And you hate that you love it so much.
Carmy leans towards you, his piercing blue eyes holding your gaze for a moment, watching you squirm.
“I uh-, need to get a spoon,” he says, gesturing towards the drawer you’re standing in front of. His lips are inches away from yours and you forget to breathe for a second.
His lips practically ghost over yours when you don’t move and you have to admit that you're so turned on by this little game of cat and mouse. But you’re not going to let him win. Not yet. You bite back a moan, nodding your head and stepping aside, murmuring a ‘sure.’
You run a hand through your hair, trying to calm yourself down. Carmy grabs a spoon, returning to where he’s planted himself in front of the stove. He dips the spoon into the sauce to taste for seasoning, and you can see the gears turning in his head.
“A little more salt,” he murmurs to himself, before adding another pinch.
“Can I try?” you ask, bold enough to get close to him again.
You’re not sure if you’ll have the self-control to resist him, but you’re not sure you’ll care by then.
He laughs dryly, dipping the spoon back into the sauce.
“Let me know what you think, chef,” he replies, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. He holds the spoon out as you open your mouth to taste. He doesn’t look away and neither do you, until the tangy, salty tomato sauce hit your tongue.
Fuck.
You close your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief.
“It’s perfect, chef,” you answer, opening your eyes.
Carmy smiles smugly in response.
Because he knows it is.
Because he knows he has you right where he wants you.
The only thing that could rip him away from you in this moment is the sound of the pot of water he has on the stovetop coming up to a boil. It feels near-impossible to rip his attention away from you, but he does, throwing handfuls of salt into the stock pot, with his deli container of dried rigatoni following.
He sets a timer, before stirring the pasta water a few times.
You’re hungry. Sure. But between his perfect amatriciana and this little game you’ve been playing, you’re not sure you can wait any longer.
Dinner will just have to wait.
“Carm?” you ask, your voice coming out breathier than you anticipated.
“Hm?” he hums in response, completely satisfied with just how worked up he’s gotten you.
“I… need your help with something,” you drag out, as he turns to you.
“Yeah?” he asks, coyly.
“Yeah,” you answer.
Using your left hand, that left hand, you pull him towards you so that he’s dangerously close to you now. Your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips before reaching up to press your lips to his. Carmy kisses you with the confidence of a man that knows he’s got you in the palm of his hand, pulling you in towards him for more.
“This what you need help with?” he asks, as you feel his lips twist into a smile against yours.
“Yeah,” you answer, in between sucking on his top lip.
“It’s just…” you start innocently, tugging his hand to follow you. “Nat and I had some snacks right before I got back. Didn’t know my very sexy chef fiance would be here making me dinner and asking me to marry him again.”
In between kisses you manage to continue backing the two of you up against the kitchen island now.
“Think I need a little help working up an appetite.”
You hear him laugh against your lips, before turning his head towards the stove.
“But what about the pasta?” he teases, cockily.
You pull away for a moment, and with a shake of your head you reply, “You’re such a fucking asshole.”
Carmy laughs again before grabbing you back the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss. In an instant he’s hoisting you up onto the kitchen island so that you’re seated there once again, nudging your legs open to make space for him.
“You set a timer right?” you manage to ask, wrapping your legs around his waist. You run your hands down his chest as Carmy’s eyes follow, focused on the engagement ring he’s just put on your finger.
Fuck it.
The pasta can wait.
“Yeah, but that means we got ten minutes,” he finally answers, looking up at you.
You smirk, satisfied, “That’s plenty of time.”
He can’t believe this is real.
He can’t believe he deserves this, and yet, you make him feel like he does.
He grabs your hands to stop them, before focusing all of his attention on your left hand. He looks down, focused on your body and everything he wants to do to you.
His fiance.
His future wife.
His Mrs. Carmen Berzatto.
“This what you want, pretty girl?” Carmy rasps, kissing your ring finger.
You watch as he bows he head to you, his mouth leaving slow kisses up your arm. He’s gentle in the way that his lips brush against the tattoo on your forearm, and then into the crevice of your elbow. You sigh as he drags his lips up your bicep and your shoulder, before burying his face into the space between your shoulder and your neck.
“This what you need help with?” he asks you again, his voice low and sultry.
“Yes, baby,” you whimper, as he leaves a gentle bite on your neck. His tongue snakes out, quick to soothe the sting of his teeth, and you’re leaning your head back, offering up more of yourself to him.
Carmy’s hands trace up your thighs, tugging on your hips so that they press up against his. You grind your hips against his denim clad hips, searching for any kind of friction you can get. With the movement of your hips, Carmy chuckles confidently. He knows he’s dragging this out, teasing you for distracting him and possibly ruining his flawless amatriciana with your desire for him.
Finally, finally, he crashes his lips into yours again, letting out a groan as surrenders to his own desire. Your hands are everywhere: in his hair, wrapping around his shoulders, grasping greedily at his back as he bucks his hips between your legs.
“Wanna move this to the bedroom?” you pant, in between kisses.
“Nah,” Carmy smirks in response, watching your face twist into a look of confusion. But he can’t deny you for too long, his next words sending you into a frenzy.
He grabs a handful of your hair before whispering against your lips, “I wanna take you right here.”
“Carmen,” you gasp in surprise, feeling him pull on your hair.
“In all the kitchens we’ve worked in together,” he starts, fire in the way his voice sounds. “Can’t believe we’ve never done this.”
“Think that’d definitely be a health code violation,” you tease him, before bucking your hips against his. You can feel how hard he is, if the tent in his pants and progressively tight-feeling jeans wasn’t enough.
“Think about that a lot, Carm? Hoisting me up over my prep station in the middle of my mise and taking me right there?”
“Fuck yes,” he groans, feeling you bite into his chest.
He gives you a half smile, before he’s untying his apron, throwing it somewhere on the kitchen floor. He returns to you in an instant, and you’re practically ripping his t-shirt from his body along with yours. Your mouth is on his again, your tongues tangling in a dance for dominance. Carmy’s hand is in your hair, his hips pressed against yours, and he’s laying you back on the kitchen counter.
He thanks his past-self for cleaning up earlier. He’d hate to have to break any of your favorite ceramics by shoving them off of the kitchen island, his mind completely clouded with his need to consume you. He lets himself get lost in the heated makeout. He loves the little noises you make, the way your skin tastes underneath his tongue when he kisses your neck, the way you run your fingers through his curls as you whine his name.
“Baby,” you sigh as his mouth moves from your neck to your breasts.
Carmy’s pulling one of the cups of your bra down, exposing your right breast.
“Fuck,” you gasp, as you feel his tongue snake out to draw circles around your nipple, causing your to arch your back. He’s hard at work, earning moans from you with his mouth pressed against one of your nipples when the timer for the pasta goes off, interrupting you.
“Fuck!” he practically shouts.
“Shit.”
You laugh, flattening your back against the kitchen counter before sitting up. Carmy looks so upset that it’s almost funny. He swears again before returning to the stovetop. He’s quick to use a mesh sieve to pull the rigatoni noodles out of the boiling pot of water and into the saucier. You laugh again, watching him, because of course he can’t help himself.
“You okay, Carm?” you tease him.
He shoots you a playful glare, shaking the pan a few times. After giving the pasta a few tosses in the pan, he’s practically slamming the stainless steel pan down on the stovetop, flicking both burners off, before returning to you.
“Now where were we?” he asks, his voice gruff with lust.
You’re more than happy to pick up where you left off.
“I think somewhere around here,” you say, pulling your bra off in one swift motion.
“Jesus,” Carmy groans again, his hands moving up to your breasts.
“And I think… you had me on my back,” you say flirtatiously, as you lay back over the kitchen island.
“Fuck, babe,” he hisses, his hands snaking up and down your torso. “Mine.”
“Yours,” you confirm as he glides his hands over you.
And he’s back to work, consuming you with his mouth and tongue as you arch your back off of the kitchen island. You let out the most surprised gasp as Carmy practically yanks your shorts off, tossing them and the pair of panties you’re wearing onto the floor to join the rest of your discarded clothes.
Carmy takes his time, leaving kisses and love bites along your inner thighs, and you know this is payback. He has you breathless, dripping wet and squeezing around nothing before he’s even put his mouth on you. He’s got you so wound up that when he finally licks a broad stripe up your core, you’re screaming his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. He’s gotten so damn good at this over the years. It’s not that he’s ever been bad at it… but the way he’s memorized everything you like, what makes you tug at his hair when he’s between your legs like this, what makes you come undone, has you cumming faster than you ever thought you could.
Carmy’s got one hand palming at your breasts while the other holds your opposite leg open as he eats you out. Your legs are practically shaking as you cum, and he’s not letting you go anywhere. Not letting you have a single moment of relief as his tongue works you over, his fingers buried deep inside of you.
“Holy shit, Carm,” you sigh, trying your best to catch your breath.
He finally looks up at you, his mouth wet with your slick as he wipes it against the back of his hand.
“Don’t think I’m done with you,” he promises, his eyes locked in a gaze with yours.
Before you can pull yourself together, he’s wrapped your legs around his waist, and he’s dragging you off the kitchen counter and over to the couch. You want nothing more than to ride him as he lays you down on the couch, hovering over you. You watch as he removes his jeans and briefs, stepping out of them. You swear your heart skips a beat as you see his erection standing hard against his abdomen.
“Let me ride you,” you beg, sitting up on the couch. You reach for him, wrapping a hand around his dick, earning a hiss from him at the feel of your soft hand.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he smirks, because he has other ideas. He makes his way down to the couch with you, moving you so that you’re on top of him. “Not yet at least.”
You shoot him a look of confusion as you straddle him, before letting out a yelp as he moves you up his body. You practically have to catch yourself on the edge of the couch with his movements, as soon as you realize what he’s doing. Carmy’s got you straddling his face, wrapping an arm around your waist, so that he can taste you again. You’re so sensitive from your last orgasm that you cry out as he pulls you down against his mouth.
“Carmy, I can’t-. I-, I’m too sensitive,” you wince, feeling his tongue move over your clit in feverish circles.
He shakes his head, earning another moan from you as you feel the drag of his mouth against you. You try to sit up, try to pull away, but he must’ve known you’d try something like this as the arm wrapped around your waist catches you from moving any further.
“Nuh uh,” he tuts, scolding you as he holds you in place. “You said you wanted me to help, sweet girl. So I’m helping.”
You know it’s no use, as those are the last words you hear him say before he’s pulling you down to him again, his mouth and tongue back on you. You feel the tip of his nose bump against your clit, and you’re begging him to make you cum again, surrendering to the beautiful, pleasurable torture he insists on inflicting on you. Carmy’s hands move to your ass, keeping you pressed against him as he works you over, refusing to let up.
Two can play at this game, you decide.
You bring your fingertips up to your mouth, sucking them for a moment to gather enough saliva, before reaching back behind you. Your wet fingertips meet his hard cock, aching to be touched. With your back arched, you use your saliva and his precum to stroke his length, earning a groan from Carmy against you. You can feel him bucking up into the hand you’ve wrapped around him, moaning against you as you continue to ride his face. The vibrations are too much as another orgasm rips through your body, as you let out another sob of pleasure.
Satisfied, Carmy finally releases you, and you’re not sure how you manage to hold yourself up over him. Breathless, he slides you down his body, your knees straddling his hips as you kiss him. You can taste yourself on his mouth, as you drop your hips, dragging your pussy against his hard on.
“Fuck, babe,” he groans, because you feel too fucking good.
“You gonna let me ride you yet?” you ask, your voice low and sultry.
“Please,” he replies, his pupils completely blown out in pure lust.
Your knees dig into the couch as you sit tall, grabbing his thick cock before guiding him into you. You both gasp at first contact, and the way he feels inside of you sends chills down your spine. You start to move your hips slowly, grinding against him as Carmy closes his eyes in pleasure.
He’s enjoying this too much.
And he gets to do it forever.
With you.
With one hand on his chest, bracing yourself, you begin to speed up the motion of your hips. Carmy lets out another moan, bucking his hips up into you. You close your eyes, throwing your head back in pleasure when you feel the slightest pressure on your neck as a tattooed hand wraps around your throat. You moan, beginning to fuck yourself faster on your boyfriend.
With a groan, Carmy sits up straight, both arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. The change in angle makes your eyes roll back as he begins to thrust up into you with a fervor you’ve been wanting all night.
The room is filled with the sounds of the kitchen overhead fan, the sounds of slapping skin, and both of your moans as he pushes you closer to your third orgasm.
“Jesus Christ, baby. You feel so good,” he murmurs, lost in pleasure. “Always feel so good. Like you were made for me.”
“I love you,” you whisper back, tangling your left hand with his right.
Carmy glances over to your ring, then back to you, his eyes trained on yours as he explores this deeper angle.
“I’m gonna come, pretty girl. Shit,” he swears, his thrusts becoming more and more desperate.
“Me too, Carmy. Fuck… make me come again,” you beg him.
You let him fuck you till you’re squeezing around him, gripping his shoulders, with your face buried in his neck as he follows suit. Carmy grunts, filling you up, pausing the motion of his hips while he’s still inside of you. You pull back with a sigh, trying to catch your breath as you brace yourself on his shoulders.
He leans in, planting one more kiss to your lips, a fucked out grin stuck on his face.
“Hungry now?”
You laugh, “Absolutely.”
*
Carmy fills two pasta bowls with a sigh, using a microplane to grate over more cheese for garnish.
“Doubt it’ll be al dente but…” Carmy apologizes with a shrug, though he’s not sorry that you took a much needed sex break.
Still shirtless, you watch your boyfriend move towards you, bowl of pasta and a fork in hand. He’s slipped on a pair of sweatpants while you wear one of his old Original Chicagoland Beef t-shirts you found in the clean pile of clothes.
He hands the bowl to you, where you sit on the kitchen island once again, a smirk on his face as he remembers what transpired here moments ago.
You dig your fork into a rigatoni noodle, before raising it to your lips and taking a bite. Instantly, you’re met with the taste of what you swear could be the world’s most perfect amatriciana, even if the noodles are cooked past al dente. You can tell he’s watching you, searching for a reaction as you close your eyes with a groan.
By the time you open your eyes again, a stupid smile plastered to your face, all you say to Carmy is:
“It’s perfect, chef.”
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What’s the spiciest thing Scarfytwo has eaten?
probably the carolina reaper or the mad dog plutonium hot sauce
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A spicy challenge ❤️🔥
Warning: some language
Terms used: the word wife and the word Mrs. Otherwise gender neutral
While kirishima has a Pre-Work out brand I think Bakugou would definitely have a Hot-sauce brand (coming from this post by @scandalous-writing I saw a few weeks ago)
To say that katsuki’s hot sauce is hot is an UNDERSTATEMENT
“spark up your flavor with CryBaby hot sauce, hot enough to make fire feel cold” the advertisement would ring out
And that it did make fire feel cold. It would burn your tastebuds off, make a grown man cry, he has some milder flavors because his PR team reamed him about not wanting to loosen up on the spice scale for kids who wanted to be like dynamite and use hot sauce. Most places who have a spicy food challenge would use Katsukis hot sauce. And Katsuki would make sure he was on the ‘champion’ wall of the restaurant.
Despite his thoughts on the fact kids should be able to handle the regular spice he refuses to let you try his hot sauce, he tells you it’s because he doesn’t want to see you hurt (at least that’s what he says, In all honesty he doesn’t think you can handle it) and he’s only get you his mild flavor. so after months and months of begging him to let you try it he finally gives. Katsuki would take you to his favorite ramen restaurant that he knows uses his Hot sauce.
After you two sit down, you order the challenge bowl, this bowl was pork ramen made with Katsukis spiciest hot sauce ‘tongue destroyer’ and came with a glass of water, a glass of milk and the finish bell to signify you were done at any point. The rules were you just had to finish the bowl without going to the hospital, and under an hour. Once the bowl was placed in front of you, you look up at Katsuki who has a sly smirk on his face “you can’t back out now dumbass” he would let out in a gruff voice.
You narrow your eyes and pick up your chopsticks, the ramen is so spicy that your nose lowkey burns, you stare him right in the eyes as you begin to dig into the bowl. Katsuki watches, his face settling back into his usual frown, as you finish the bowl with ease, taking sips of water here and there not bothering to touch the milk. 30 minutes goes by when you set your chopsticks down, pick up the bowl and drink the broth. ringing the bell to signify that you were finished and setting the bowl on the table, wiping your mouth off from any broth that was left you look Katsuki in the eyes “Definitely can’t back out now, can I Suki?” His jaw drops as his eyes flick from you to the bowl. A smirk spreads across his face, “I’ve got one hell of a wife don’t I?”
Your picture would be next to Katsukis on the wall, Katsuki would take you to every restaurant he is on just so he could have your picture up next to his (along with the very small amount of pictures of people who defeated the challenge) and when the Paparazzi caught the wind of you two trying challenges together, You and Katsuki had your faces plastered on covers as you two were sharing a challenge ramen bowl
“MR AND MRS DYNAMITE, QUITE LITERALLY THE SPICIEST HERO COUPLE”
See RiotRage for kirishimas pre-workout
See Smittens coffee for some shinsou fluff and shinsous brand
Take a peak at the Masterlist if you’re interested
#g.moonchaser🌙🗯️#moonchaser🌙#bakugou fluff#katsuki x you#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugou headcanons
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How some Hunter x Hunter yanderes would react to you liking & asking to order spicy food
notes: yandere, kidnapped readers, food talk, brought to you by me crying while I ate an extremely spicy dinner and reminding myself that I enjoy it
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Feitan: Finds it surprisingly interesting. He would find the whole "enjoying the endorphin rush from pain" bit fascinating and prod you with questions. Probably grabs your tongue at one point to examine it. One of the few times he might be prone to indulging in you wanting takeout of some kind, once you convince him that you're craving a specific spicy dish. You might find some of your regular food (poorly cooked microwave meals and his occasional concoctions) spiked with pepper extracts because he'd find it funny, though.
Phinks: He finds it concerning, initially. Like, babe?? Are you sure you can handle it??? He generally treats you like a weak silly thing, because that's what you are to him, but... if you keep asking, maybe he'll give in. And the more he thinks about it, the more the act of ordering takeout and sitting to eat it while you watch a movie for dinner seems like the type of thing normal couples do, so he finds it nice that you're actively asking for that. But he'll get a little worried if you start crying or panting while you eat. He probably wouldn't let you do it too much. He'd get pissed if you ordered it super hot and it didn't come that way, even if you insist it's not a big deal. Woe to the restaurant that doesn't deliver the spice.
Uvogin: Oh, it's fun for him! He'll absolutely make it a competition between the two of you to see who can eat the spiciest dish. If you manage to win, he'll rub your head affectionately and maybe you get to pick something fun to do that evening, champ that you are.
Chrollo: He can be snobby about it. He wouldn't want you pouring hot sauce on fancy meals (keep this in mind if you want to piss him off deliberately) or things that aren't traditionally spicy. What, you want to dump ghost pepper sauce on the risotto he had brought in from the hotel's 5-star restaurant? Nope. And he'll give you a lesson on why preserving the traditional flavor is essential. But when he's letting you pick the food and it's something that can be spicy traditionally, like a curry dish, he's fine with it. But he especially would be upset if you asked for something spicy but didn't/couldn't finish it, so you'd have to be mindful of how spicy you get things.
#yandere hunter x hunter#yandere feitan#yandere chrollo#yandere phinks#yandere uvogin#yandere headcanons#afterwitch headcanons#nothing disappoints me more than ordering my curry extra hot and not getting extra hot :(
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hc Chuuya joining ADA and Atsushi’s still a little intimidated by him so Dazai gives him advice (read: lies) on what Chuuya likes to get closer to him—meanwhile Chuuya’s confused as hell but he doesn’t want to scare the kid off so he just accepts all the weird shit with an open mind (for as long as he can)
Dazai: Chuuya loves his coffee with a dash of salt Atsushi: salt?? Dazai: yeah. trust me we’ve been partners for years. don’t tell him I told u tho it’s a secret Atsushi: okay…
Chuuya, drinking the coffee: …?! Atsushi, looking hopeful: is it good? Chuuya: Chuuya: yeah…thanks
Dazai: Chuuya LOVES spicy food. the spicier, the better ^-^ Atsushi: noted! Atsushi, bringing food for Chuuya: I made sure to get u the spiciest one Chuuya (can’t handle spice): u made sure u what… Atsushi: if u need more hot sauce I got extra!! Chuuya, eyes already watering from the fumes: thanks…
Chuuya lets it go on for a week but after that it gets to him (stomaching salty coffee for a whole week made him ill) and bc he's a straight shooter he confronts Atsushi like "do you have a problem with me? if you do just say so," and Atsushi's truly baffled like “wdym...” (—for revenge, Chuuya tells Atsushi that Dazai loooves dog-themed things and they decorate Dazai’s desk extravagantly. Dazai is appalled.)
#ena.hc#enarchive: au#bungou stray dogs#chuuya#atsushi#dazai#ADA Chuuya shenanigans on the brain once again#he and Atsushi would get along really well#once they got past the awkwardness#they'd be so funny together#ada!chuuya
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OOh hello, i kindly request one again , somewhere y\n is immune to spicy foods and they discover it by seeing y\n chug one of the spiciest hot sauce in the world and have tf 141+ Vaqueros React to it. Thank you 💖❤❤ Hope u have a good day.
Of course I can do this for you, sounds like a cool concept! :)
The way they find out is that one day it was Alejandro’s turn to cook
He was cooking some nice spicy food as he wanted the task force to try his grandma’s recipe
As he dished out the food he watched as Soap’s face changed to a bit nervous as he isn’t one for spicy food
He looked at Ghost which he saw no reaction which he wasn’t surprised
Then looked at Gaz and he looked like he was about to enjoy it and not realise how spicy it was
But as he looked at you he thought you’d be on the edge of your seat with nerves
You all started to tuck in
Soap already raided the fridge and grabbed the milk
Gaz was eating it while silently crying
Ghost was quite content but felt a sight discomfort as his mask made his upper face warm
But on the other hand you were really enjoying it
Once you had finished your food you looked up at Alejandro and complimented the dish and asked for seconds
There was a silence he asked ‘you want seconds?’ You nodded
Soap was to worried about his insides to notice you were completely fine and wanted more
Rudy asked ‘you can eat spicy food?’
You said ‘if course I can eat anything spicy’
Alejandro went to the kitchen and grabbed a fairly sized bottle of hot sauce
He asked ‘drink this’
You spoke ‘is that a bet?’
He nodded and your grabbed the bottle and downed it as if it was water
Seeing your cheeks only tinted a slight red other than that you was completely fine
Everyone was shocked
Ghost spoke ‘never knew you like spicy food and could handle it y/n’
You spoke ‘neither did I’
Alejandro spoke ‘how do you do that?’
You replied ‘idk I just really enjoyed spicy food growing up and got immune, I guess’
It was an understatement when I say everyone was gob smacked and flabbergasted by how easy you had just downed that bottle of hot sauce
So a few weeks later Alejandro not thinking you could handle it
Bought you the worlds hottest chocolate and chip/crisp
You are the chocolate as if it was your normal milk chocolate and ate the crisps as if they were normal
Alejandro was shocked he looked like he had just seen a ghost (and I don’t mean Simon)
He asked ‘what’d it taste like, eh?’
You replied ‘chocolate tasted normal just a small tingle while the crisps taste like bbq Pringles’
Yep, yet again he was shocked
And after that there were bets placed to see who can guess your weakness
And so they ordered worlds hottest whatever but nothing worked
You are just have superpowers
Hope you like it! Have a good day/night
Requests will be turned off for a period of time as I’m behind on the others and need to write them so sorry! It won’t be forever but only for a few days
#task force 141#task force 141 x y/n#cod x reader#platonic task force 141 x y/n#cod mw2#cod headcanons#cod modern warfare#y/n mw2#mw2 headcanons
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Riz has the highest spice tolerance out of the Bad Kids. Fig is a close second.
Beyond being ACTUALLY poisoned Riz can eat basically anything (including bones). The bad kids had a competition once to see who could eat the spiciest thing without breaking into a sweat, and he won without any competition. It might help that capsacium doesnt really register to goblins, but the spiciest hot-sauce they found at the expensive specialty store (that Fabian bought because he is NOT about to back down from a challenge) did have a pretty nice zing to it.
Sour food though he doesnt like a whole lot, but the more sour food gets the more likely it is that its actually acid-burning the inside of your mouth. Capsacium and mint just trick your brain into thinking there are funky temperature things going on. Super sour warheads will burn a hole in your cheek if you cram too many in your mouth at once.
Fig CAN feel the spice, she just really REALLY likes spicy food. She jokes that she can handle it because she has fire immunity but she was still sweating and coughing on the hottest hot sauce they found while Riz just looked amused and completly unbothered.
Fabian didnt even get to the spiciest sauce, he got to hotness level three of ten before his eyes were watering and he nearly threw up. Even Adaine got to level five before tapping out, and Gorgug got to seven. Kristin SHOULD have tapped out around level six, but kept going until she hit level eight where she ended up making herself physically sick and spent the rest of the night chugging milk and making friends with a bucket.
#riz gukgak#dimension 20#fabian seacaster#fantasy high#bad kids#d20#adaine abernant#kristin applebees#gorgug thistlespring#fig faeth
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