#the sashimi has WAY too much soy sauce

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egg fried rices!!

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Treat Me Gently (Because No One Else Will)

Ch 1: The Arrangement | next | masterlist | Ao3

Ghoap x reader | MDNI 18+ | cw: PiV sex, fingering

You yawn and stretch, back popping all the way up as you finally give it some reprieve from your hours of sitting at your low coffee table that doubles as your work station. As much as you try to stop hunching like a goblin, you always slip back into it. It’s hard when your mind gets lost in the words and the pages flying by. Good posture seems to equal bad writing, unfortunately.

Your knees pop slightly as you stand up from your cushion that doubles as a ‘chair’, decidedly clocking out for the evening. Really, you should have stopped two hours ago, but you just can’t get this one damn scene right. You sigh, heading to your dresser to change out of your “work” clothes and into a ratty, oversized shirt and pajama shorts. Your phone dings just as you go to stand in front of the fridge that you already know is practically empty.

S >> Come over?

S >> I got takeout.

You snicker. Perfunctory and presumptuous, as usual. He timed it out for when he knew you’d be done with work - even taking in your propensity to go well passed your designated office hours. He probably knew you were out of food, too. Not that you’d ever expect less from Simon Riley.

>> Give me 5

You pad across the the hallway between your flats, the dangling of your keys echoing off the old walls. The floorboards always creak, announcing your presence before you could even knock on the door. Simon’s place is bigger than yours - a one bedroom as opposed to your studio. Both have small balconies, his furnished with only two fold-out chairs. You’ve tried to convince him to get a plant or something, but he just insists it will die in a day despite that being literally impossible. The whole of the apartment is sparsely decorated - the main features being that of his well worn L-shaped couch and the fancy surround sound system Simon installed. The rest of it made up of shelves lined with physical media and books.

“Evenin’.” Simon says from his kitchen as you let yourself in. He stands at the island, broad shoulders hunched as he fiddles with something.

The lock clicks behind you when you shut the door. Some soft classical music drifts from the speakers. You don’t recognize it, but you also know that asking will result in a lecture that will undoubtedly become a pop quiz at a later date. You don’t need another Tchaikovsky incident on your hands.

“Sushi?” Your brows raise as you eye the rolls and sashimi. He really went all out. “What’s the occasion?”

Simon shrugs, plating the food up on his uniform black, square plates. Yours sits neatly on a plate of it’s own, soy sauce and all. Sometimes you wonder if he keeps an index of your take out orders or if his memory is just that good. “Shipping out soon. Figured I’d get it while I could.”

You grin and move behind him. He shivers slightly as you push your cool hands up under his shirt to run along his strong core. “Doesn’t have anything to do with the whole aphrodisiac thing?”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, bird.” Simon feigns ignorance. The corner of his mouth briefly quirks up before he forces it back down.

“Sure, sure.” You retract your hands, wandering over to pick up the TV remote off the well worn coffee table. “Which movie are we on?”

“Blackwell Ghost 5.”

You settle in your usual spot on the couch, leaning on the right armrest. Simon has always liked the middle - he says it’s the best for his back. You know it’s just because he likes to manspread five miles wide. It doesn’t bother you, as you generally prefer to curl up in the corner with your feet tucked. The movie rolls and you eat in comfortable silence, humming around the fresh food. He really does spoil you, sometimes.

You eye Simon while you eat. With anybody else this would all be pretense - an unnecessary preamble to imply, somehow, that this is more than a booty call. Not with Simon. Never with Simon. This is just as important as the rest of it. You watch the way his hands practically dwarf the single-use chopsticks, the way his body melts into the cushions. Your eyes rake over the strong planes of his face littered with various scars; his nose broken one too many times, the ear that’s been slightly clipped by a bullet. His hair has grown out and more stubble sprinkles across his jaw than he usually allows.

“Wotcha lookin’ at?” Simon mumbles around some tuna.

You tilt your head, smiling. “You’re fun to watch.”

“Creep.” He nudges your foot with his knee.

“Freak.” You push back.

“’ow’s the book goin’?” Simon asks.

You groan, shoving your last piece of sushi in your mouth while you debate your answer. “S’fine. Slow. My agent is being a real pain in my ass.”

He hums, that slight smirk gracing his lips. If you knew him any less you might have missed it entirely. “Need some inspiration?”

You sputter out a laugh, placing your plate on the coffee table. “Very smooth, Riley.”

“C’mere.” Simon rumbles, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you over his lap. It’s almost uncomfortable how far you have to stretch to accommodate his hips, but its so worth it as his hands rest on your waist, grinding you down against him. You gasp, giving him entrance to press his lips to yours - tongue flicking over your lower lip.

One hand tangles in his hair, the other caressed downward, shoving his shirt up and tracing the lines of muscle across his torso. You’ve always loved bodies - loved taking in their shapes and texture, their variety - and Simon’s has so much to take in. Ridges of muscle and scars, plus that little plush layer over his middle he gets while home from deployment. You tug on his shirt, only breaking the kiss long enough to yank it off and toss it somewhere on the floor.

“Y’so fuckin’ pretty…” Simon mumbles, hands wandering from your waist, to your hips, to knead at your thighs and the curve of your ass.

You squeak as Simon lifts you, locking your legs around his waist. No matter how many times he does it, his strength still catches you off guard. He doesn’t unlock from your lips, moving back to his room purely based on muscle memory. You have to resist the urge to tease him about the time he knocked your head against the doorframe in this exact position.

Your hands drift over the curvature of his broad shoulders as he lays you back on his bed. You can’t help but be fascinated by him - all hard muscle and sinew. So different from your own soft figure. Even the pads of his fingers are rough as they push under your oversized t-shirt, kneading at the soft layer over your middle.

“This okay?” Simon mumbles in your ear. You nod vigorously as his hands move up, up, up until he’s pulling your shirt and bralette off in one swift motion.

Simon buries his face in your chest, nipping at the sensitive skin before taking a nipple in his mouth. You arch into the touch, unsure of where to put your hands and opting to let them wander.

“May I?” He murmurs, fingers catching in the hems of your underwear and sleep shorts. Again, you nod, forgetting that isn’t enough for him at this stage. “Use your words.”

“Yes! Please, Si.” You whine, rolling your hips against the too-light touch.

Simon chuckles at you, pulling your bottoms off and dropping them onto the floor somewhere. He runs his fingers between your folds, obviously reveling in the way your breath catches and your chest heaves when he finally circles your clit. His lips connect with yours, swallowing every gasp and moan as he presses a finger inside.

“Fuckin’ tight t’night, bird.” He grumbles into your mouth. “‘ave I been neglecting you?”

Quite the opposite. If anything, he’s fucked you silly this past week, but you can’t exactly argue that when he presses against your g-spot and retakes your nipple between his teeth.

“Oh, fuck!” You moan as a second finger joins the first. Your nails dig lightly into his shoulders when he pressed his thumb against your clit, moving in short circles to the rhythm of the fingers inside you. You swear he’s too dexterous to be human sometimes.

You keen, body tensing as stars dance behind your eyes. You can feel the slickness of your cunt on your thighs, the squelch of Simon’s slowed movements almost too lewd.

He only disappears long enough to shuck off his pants before he’s hovering back over you, tucked into the crook of your neck. Simon gives you a moment to come down, cooing praises in your ear. “Doin’ so good f’me. Always so good f’me.”

He sits back to lightly tap his cock against your pussy, sending jolts up your spine, obviously enjoying your reaction. He grinds his cock against you, sliding easily between your soaked folds. “Christ.”

Simon reaches into the nightstand, plucking a condom out from their designated spot. He hands it to you for inspection, as always. You don’t really understand why he still does it after the two of you have had this standing agreement for so long, but it’s not a gesture you’re going to call into question. Some of Simon’s sexual habits are simply best left as they are - they’re always for your mutual benefit, anyway. You flip it over in your fingers briefly before passing it back.

No matter how many times you take him, it’s always a stretch. He’s not the biggest you’ve had, but thick enough the sensation would teeter into pain without any preparation. That’s another thing he insists on: pain has no place in intimacy.

Your lips fall open in a pitchy moan - hands fisting the sheets on either side of you. Simon falls onto his forearms resting on either side of your head. You revel in the way he cages you in, the way his tongue laps at the sweat-slicked skin of your collar bone. You both sigh in sync as his hips finally settle against yours.

You wrap your legs tightly around his back as he begins to move. A solid rhythm slowly turning into something more desperate. Simon sits up, his weight suddenly off you. Just as you crack your eyes open his hands grab tightly onto your hips, lifting them just off the bed. The new angle ruts him against that spot inside you, pushing you over the edge into another orgasm faster than you can process it.

He eventually lets go of your hips, one hand braces by your head, the other tracing your body. Plucking at your nipples, kneading at the flesh of your thighs, pressing onto your soft stomach to emphasize the fullness with him inside you.

“Give me another.” Simon demands, thumb pressing to your clit. His eyes bore through you, watching your every minute expression. “C’mon, one more, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. A rarer pet name - one you’d probably be pissed about coming from anyone else. With Simon it melts into your bones, pooling at the base of your spine. Your eyes roll back, pathetic sounds and babbling falling from your lips as you cum again in such a short span.

“Fuck.” He grunts, voice low and breathless in your ear. “Cunt feels so fucking good when you cum f’me.”

You whine, useless under him. Your limbs are utter jelly. Even as you try to roll your hips with his, your movement is stuttered. Uncontrolled. You know he enjoys how sensitive you are, how pliant you become. It feeds his ego - the part of him that needs to do things right. Your body shudders under Simon’s as he groans, all depth and gravel, his hips stuttering and slowing as he cums.

You both stop, for a moment, foreheads pressed together as you catch your breath enough for Simon to push himself up, tying off the condom and tossing it before falling into his back beside you.

A silence lapses over you - the only sound in the room is that of your breathing with a slight pitch difference between your breaths. You’ve always loved this part. The quiet afterglow. The gentle way Simon will reach over to soothe down your hair while you lazily meet his eye. No words, no expectations. Just existing with someone in your vulnerability. With someone you know is safe.

“Go piss.” Simon points to the bathroom as soon as his breath is even.

You snort, pushing yourself up on slightly shaky arms. “So demanding.”

“So considerate.” He quips back. “It’s important.”

“Fine, fine.” You throw your hands up and pad off to the bathroom. You pause, looking at yourself in the mirror. What is it about Simon’s bathroom that makes you so much more beautiful than your own? Your skin glows nicely, your hair shines even as it’s mussed up from getting fucked six ways to Sunday.

When you come back Simon’s sitting up against the headboard, scrolling through something on his phone. You crawl back into bed beside him, flopping on your back and staring at the ceiling fan as it circles, circles, circles.

“When do you have to leave?”

He sighs, dropping his phone back onto the nightstand. “End of the week.”

You nod, accepting the oncoming semi-dry spell as usual. You’ve always wondered what he does when he’s gone - if he has another you out there. Another arrangement. You can’t imagine Simon going more than a couple days without someone. That’s what brought you into this in the first place - a mutual benefit. You don’t truly feel the need to ask; it’s more curiosity than anything and you don’t want the question to go misinterpreted. Not that Simon would, necessarily, he’s always been good about taking your words at face value.

With a sigh, you roll onto your side to face him, head propped on your hand. “Know where you’re heading?”

“Mexico.” Simon grunts in that tone that signals you to stop asking questions.

You trail your fingers over his chest, through the dusting of blonde hair. “Wanna go again?”

“Fuck yes.” He rolls over. You can’t help but giggle as he knocks your knees apart and eagerly plants himself between your thighs.

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大家好! Where red meat is concerned, pork is mentioned more in this blog; my preferred red meat though, is duck, specifically roasted duck. Pork dishes are more accessible - many places sell them, which is why I eat pork more often - also, I love xiao long bao (soup dumplings) so... 😋 Once in awhile, the craving for my preferred red meat grows too strong and I dash to the nearest dining place for ya mian tang (duck noodle soup) with additional choy sum (Chinese flowering cabbage). After a satisfying meal of ya mian tang, it was time for guava juice.

Morning errands took me to a different part of the country; since I was there, might as well try the food. Their hawker centre was crowded and busy even on a Wednesday after most had started work. After searching for moderately healthy fare, I settled for jian cai yu pian mi fen tang (Chinese water spinach, sliced fish and vermicelli soup) since it was raining and soup is my comfort food. There were lots of veggies, the fish was tender and the clear broth was very tasty. My exploring mood took over, so after the meal, I headed to somewhere else and had soy bean drink instead of coffee.

I returned to the same hawker centre to try the other food stalls although I may not return that often since it's very out of the way. A meatless meal for me this time, comprising stewed fu pi (tofu skin) and tofu, fried tofu, stirfried cabbage with bean sprouts and carrot strips as well as stirfried okra and bee hoon (rice vermicelli). I've eaten better bee hoon, but it was still tasty and most importantly, moderately healthy. Star fruit and pear juice completed the meal. I may consider having more vegetarian meals since they taste pretty alright and can be very filling.

Grace had enough of drooling over photos of anago and unagi and asked me to take her to the restaurant; yes ma'am! She loved the thick ika (squid) sashimi slices as well as their unagi tamago donburi, but like Pa and me, she loved their anago donburi much more. Tender eel was simmered to feathery perfection and, without too much sauce, we tasted its natural freshness and fragrance. Grace ditched the car and we took the MRT together to and from the restaurant. She enjoyed the experience so much, she'll consider reducing her reliance on travelling by car in future.

How will I eat more vegetarian meals moving forward - I haven't thought about it but first and foremost, I hope to share 1 meal per post or at least once a week. The reason I'm willing to do this will be shared in the next post. If it all goes smoothly, the final goal is: 3 days' worth of meals will involve plant-based protein, 3 days' worth of meals will involve fish/seafood/eggs and 1 days' worth of meals will involve meat in any order. It will be a gradual process to give me time to get used to eating less fish and seafood, which I love; I'll also need time to tweak quantities since plant-based proteins usually lead to weight loss and I'm not looking to reduce my weight. 下次见！

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Temaki is a unique type of sushi

Not a wide range of food are for everybody! A many individuals are likewise terrified to attempt sushi, one of those from the start weird food sources, since they in a split second partner it with crude fish and other obscure fixings.

The facts confirm that a ton of times you either love it or you disdain it, yet did you had at least some idea there are a lot of various kinds of sushi and not every one of them have crude fish as a feature of the creation?

Temaki is a unique type of sushi

You can get choices that have things like broiled shrimp and some sushi might in fact be made without meat, as the foundation of this dish is rice.

So what does sushi possess a flavor like? While there are various sorts of sushi relying upon the fixings utilized, most sushi has a reviving, clean fish flavor. Sushi is frequently joined by soy sauce and wasabi, so with these extra flavors, it very well may be somewhat saltier and zesty.

In this aide, we will walk you through what sushi possesses a flavor like.

We will discuss the various things like flavors and surfaces yet additionally examine how the various sorts of sushi and the various fixings utilized can adjust the flavors. Remember there are a great deal of factors here.

Continue to peruse to realize what sushi suggests a flavor like and the sky is the limit from there!

What Does Sushi Possess a flavor like? Sushi is a conventional dish that envoys from Japan. The base fixings in sushi are straightforward rice, sugar, and salt. Those fixings are then based on with crude fish, fish, and various vegetables.

The fixings are then undeniably moved up in a long roll and afterward cut into cuts.

While sushi might have fish or different types of fish, it doesn't regularly have an excessively off-putting taste to it.

It can have different flavors and can be hot or basic. Some sushi makers even profound fry their sushi, providing you with an entirely different host of flavors and surfaces too.

Sushi is much of the time tracked down sought after and is a really well known specialty dish.

The facts confirm that you commonly either love it or disdain it yet there is a ton of misperceptions around the dish so it is smart to dive into the various kinds and flavors, truth be told.

Various Sorts of Sushi Since there are such countless various kinds of sushi, we wanted to cover most of sushi choices would assist you with seeing completely that the flavors can tremendously vary.

Recall that the fixings in sushi can change and accordingly the flavors will likewise be different in all cases.

While we unquestionably can't examine each and every version of sushi out there, we can discuss the essential kinds of sushi and how they vary appropriately.

This seems like the most ideal way to truly have the option to depict to you how they taste and what kinds of flavors and surfaces you can anticipate from every one.

Here are the primary kinds of sushi you will find:

Temaki Chirashi Inari Maki Nigiri Moreover, there is likewise sashimi, which isn't viewed as sushi yet is basically the same as sushi. We will talk a second about sashimi too.

Inside every one of these classifications, the flavors and fixings can in any case differ however this will provide you with a decent broad thought of what's in store.

Assuming you're frightened that you will wind up eating crude fish, search for a sushi choice that has tempura. Tempura is a kind of seared shrimp, and that implies the fish is cooked.

In the event that you're requesting sushi at a café, consistently look at their rundown of what is in every choice to understand what you are getting explicitly.

Temaki Temaki is a special kind of sushi that really comes cone-molded. The nori outside is wrapped contrastingly to make the cone, instead of a chamber when the sushi is moved up.

The appearance has an effect in this specific sushi-style.

Temaki has more nori in it than most other sushi types, giving it a more articulated umami flavor.

In the event that you are curious about nori, that is the kelp wrapping that the sushi is moved in that keeps every one of the inside fixings intact. Since temaki utilizes somewhat more nori (or ocean growth), it changes the flavor marginally.

Temaki isn't cut very like your customary sushi rolls, it's really a full handheld roll, in that cone shape all things considered.

Practically like a wrap is held inside nori. The inner elements of temaki can shift however it is generally made with a fish in the focal point of some kind.

This kind of sushi roll is normally eaten with your hands and fingers instead of chopsticks since it is bigger than customary sushi cuts from a roll and can be extremely difficult to offset and make do with chopsticks.

The cone has other customary fillings, like your typical rice. Different fillings can fluctuate with various meats and vegetables. You might find that it has crude fish or cooked fish, contingent upon what you choose as the center flavors.

Some normal meat choices incorporate salmon roe, salmon, fish, fiery fish, and the sky is the limit from there.

Chirashi Chirashi is sushi however it is basically the same as sashimi. This version of sushi is crude fish that is totally covered by rice.

They regularly utilize around nine fixings to make chirashi and in the event that crude fish is something you're not enamored with, this might be one to stay away from.

The kind of fish utilized can be changed so you could choose for a fish that isn't exactly basically as slick as others, which could decrease the suspiciousness only a tad.

This could likewise diminish the crude surface assuming that is something you are worried about.

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the words spill from his mouth, and danbi makes a mental note to secure more sashimi lunch boxes in the future for their afternoon meals - it's rare for fresh fields to have them these days, as the aisles are full of more festive foods, all sorts of holiday-themed items lined up on the shelves, but if yellowtail leans more towards being one of his favorites, then she'll make sure to do what she can to get the same arrangement next time. maybe, if she's lucky, she can even get one that has it exclusively. or, if she's feeling particularly brave, she can simply ask one of the staff to create one. it'd be a nice surprise to have one custom-made for their lunch hour - she's hopeful that it wouldn't be too much trouble, and of course she would pay whatever cost they saw fit for such a favor.

"don't worry about me," she chirps, feeling that warmth in her chest again as he voices his concern. it's not necessarily a white lie, as she had eaten earlier before her shift began, but she feels full enough being able to see hajoon indulge in his own lunch. there's something fulfilling about caring for others, and her heart expands a little more with each passing second. she's glad to see him eating, as she's sure he's been preoccupied the last few hours with the morning coffee rush. "i had a big breakfast," she continues, reaching over to take a piece of salmon. she doesn't saturate it as much as he does in soy sauce, not always the biggest fan of salty tastes, but does gently dip it ever so slightly into her own sauce container - it's a bit funny when you take into consideration the contrast between them, and danbi can't help but giggle a little as she pops the sashimi into her mouth, chewing a few times before swallowing. "it hasn't been all that busy today, actually - probably the calm before the storm, since it'll be the weekend soon."

she takes another piece or two of salmon, leaving the yellowtail mostly for hajoon before she sets her chopsticks down, busying herself with another sip of water before deciding to tackle some of the rice and soup at her side before it gets too cold. "how has your day been?" she asks after a few heartbeats, curious on how his shift has been thus far - she figures it's been busy, especially as it gets colder and more and more people crave something warm in their hands as winter approaches. "oh, by the way, my coworker said he stopped here this morning and was really impressed with your espresso skills. the best he's had, and that's saying something considering he's tried every coffee shop in town."

danbi can't help but beam, somehow feeling proud when she'd heard the older man bragging about his beverage in the breakroom this morning. she didn't want to boast and let him in on the secret that she knew hajoon personally, but couldn't help but feel the swell of excitement bubble in her chest. she admired hajoon's craft, even if she wasn't a coffee drinker - something he had sworn he'd work on changing, though it hadn't been all too successful when her first love was, and always would be, matcha. "you should think about opening up your own shop one day," she says brightly, the ends of her lips curving upwards. "you'd get a lot of regulars! and i'd be happy to be one."

the brief retelling of the great battle of fresh fields extracts a huff from hajoon, adjacent to a laugh. the fickle wood of his chopsticks crackle as the breaks them apart, rubbing them between his palms as if starting a fire. he has troubles imagining a five foot something danbi fighting tooth and nail to defend their lunch, but he’s willing to play into her fantasy as a token of gratitude for the meal before him. “my bad, i’m sure you fought bravely,” he corrects his statement. the plastic of the soy sauce satchel is a bit unrelenting at first but it eventually caves in for hajoon to pour it into the cornered valley of the plastic lid for them to dip the sashimi into. he hums as she explains how she actually came about the highly sought out goods. it comes to no surprise that danbi’s nature invites others to care for her, to make cuts and create loopholes for favors. she’s the type you want to protect and nurture, a kind and bubbly spirit that is rare in this world nowadays. all the sillier does he feel to be taken care of by her. it’s tough to explain, but their connection feels like second nature. hajoon can’t shake the feeling that he has experienced this before, in another life. whenever he enjoys danbi’s coexistence, the blurry memory of sitting around the breakfast table with his family becomes clearer. he swears it’s almost tangible, the presence of his sister right next to him becomes so real, he can feel the body heat of her arm brushing his shoulder. he shudders whenever that sensation washes over him, an odd familiarity that feels eerie and reassuring at the same time. isn’t he taking too much? that’s what runs through his head at times. although he reciprocates the sacrifice of nourishment by bringing danbi the calorie bombs that are left over at the café by the end of the day. pistachio croissants, chocolate croffles, twisted donuts with powered sugar that turned translucent over the course of the day, bagels filled with red bean paste, salted butter bread, and sometimes even injeolmi rice cakes. on days where they sold out, hajoon returned home with a bad conscience gnawing on his brain, even though danbi had never expressed the need for any reciprocation. besides, the lunch deliveries are secondary, a small fraction of what she actually gives him. her presence is comforting, it envelops him like a warm blanket. even without him saying out loud what’s weighing on his mind, danbi always finds the right words. as trivial as they may be. perhaps she doesn’t even aim to alleviate his worries, but she still manages to do precisely that, with ease even. hajoon assumes it is in her nature to simply be a carefree spirit, bound by no weight to the earthly concerns like the people around them. whenever he tries to steer the conversation into the depth of her mind, she makes sure to change the course, stay on the path of im hajoon. he reprimands himself to not let himself sway by her so easily, but it’s hard. and also, it’s good. good to receive balm for the soul. ”i think yellowtail is underrated,” he says as his chopsticks reach for the neatly arranged yellowtail slice before giving it a soy sauce bath. “are you sure you’re not hungry, though? you must have been on your feet for hours.” he gives her a glance before plopping the slice in his mouth, it’s as smooth and buttery as he imagined it.

[suntumarchive]

Warning - This story contains male gas, belching and flatulence, as well as facesitting. Focused on Dylas from Rune Factory 4. Canon x OC ship.

Per anon request~ _____

„Dylas? Are you listening to me?“

The young man’s ears perked up at the obvious irritation in his girlfriend’s voice. He admittedly hadn’t been paying a lot of attention to what she had been telling him; he was too busy dealing with… other things.

Since this morning, Dylas hadn’t exactly been feeling well. Ever since he woke up, his insides have been awfully agitated for some reason, and not even milk porridge for breakfast had fixed it. In fact, it was quite the opposite – his stomach felt even stranger ever since he’d had it. It had been consistently grumbling and complaining all day, feeling achy and bloated, and not only was it very annoying, it was also embarrassing. His pants and jacket were painfully pushing against his skin, no matter how often he adjusted them. He hadn’t dared to eat lunch, because he didn’t want to make himself even sicker and possibly end up having to cancel his date with Veyza. Of course, Dylas had arrived to it in a rather questionable state, and now she was clearly onto him. A shameful blush spread across his cheeks.

“Uh… sorry. I had… something else on my mind.”

It came out sounding like a bad excuse, and the horse man cursed the naturally sullen tone of his voice. Hopefully he hadn’t made her think anything was more important than their date. The dwarf girl seemed distraught at his response, causing him to feel awfully guilty.

“What’s bothering you? Wanna talk about it?”

“No!! – I mean… no. No, thank you.”

Great job, Dylas. Great job. You butchered this date before it even properly started.

An uncomfortable silence soon filled the room. Veyza wasn’t upset or anything; rather surprised by her partner’s strange behavior. Dylas was full of surprises, and very bad at expressing himself, but tonight it was especially noticeable.

Whatever’s bothering him must take up a lot of space on his mind…

She continued to eat her food in silence, wondering how she could get him to spill the beans. For all her life, she believed it was unhealthy to be alone with your problems. No matter how small they were, they were always lighter when shared with a loved one.

While she was debating on how to approach this matter, Dylas concentrated on how he could save this date. Was there anything he could say that could make up for how he snapped at her just now? What if he hurt her feelings? She didn’t look hurt… but she was so quiet. When Veyza was quiet, that was usually not a good sign.

His thought process was interrupted by a loud growl erupting from his middle, immediately setting his cheeks on fire. He’d been so busy wondering about his girlfriend that he’d forgotten to watch his food intake. Because he hadn’t eaten lunch, he was starving – and therefore eating way too quickly. Now, his already upset stomach was complaining about the sudden filling, gurgling and rumbling by far more than he’d expected it to. Dylas shot a quick glance to his girlfriend, begging whatever Gods were above that she hadn’t heard it. Luckily, she had either missed it, was too lost in her own thoughts to notice, or too polite to acknowledge it.

In fact, Veyza had just come up with a little idea, and blissfully shoved a spoonful of Curry into her mouth. When she noticed him looking at her with that nervous expression, she gave him a loving smile, to let him know everything was alright between them. The man’s heartbeat sped up even more at the sight.

“You know, Dylas…”

“Mmh…?”

“I’ve been really looking forward to our date tonight…”

His expression softened a little. Well, he felt quite the same way. Hence why he had hoped for his stomach to settle down first; because he had wanted it to go smoothly.

“Me too.”

“You too?”, her voice was full of warmth.

“I’m so happy to hear that! I love you, Big D~”

“I… love you too… Princess.”

She chuckled, winking at him. It was always lovely to hear him say that. With the time, she knew she could get him to open up. He was just a bit of a tough nut to crack.

“Now… Don’t you want to tell your princess what has your mind racing tonight?”

“I… don’t know what you mean.”

He couldn’t possibly tell her that he was gassy like… Like a horse.

“Well, maybe it has something to do with the fact that you’re eating a very small amount of sashimi tonight. And without soy sauce or wasabi, too… but more ginger than usual. You see, I know what you like… I’d have expected our dinner date to be more of a feast for you. Or did Porcoline run out of food?”

Touché, Faye.

As if her strange obsession with observing his eating wasn’t already intimidating enough, she also didn’t hesitate to admit that she knew him all too well. She’s been like that since the beginning. It hadn’t taken her long to figure out how he liked his food. Sometimes he legitimately wondered how he developed feelings for this little creep. Maybe… it was exactly because she took her time to figure him out.

“I’m just… I’m feeling a little under the weather.”

“I see…”

The dwarf silently continued to eat, waiting whether or not he was going to tell her what was going on with him. She was grateful he had finally shared what was bothering him, but she would have been happy about some more details. Maybe there was something she could do to make him feel better.

Dylas soon finished the rest of the sashimi on his plate, his innards still rumbling and gurgling ominously while trying to shift the gas around. Now that there was food inside his stomach, he felt like he looked twice his usual size. Even though he had told Veyza about his state, or at least hinted at it, he still felt uncomfortable about it, and hoped the painful rumbling wasn’t loud enough for her to hear.

“That was fantastic food”, she cooed, leaning back in an unfeminine manner. The dwarf didn’t show an ounce of shame. They were alone. Porcoline had made sure they could enjoy their date all by themselves. So she gave Dylas a tiny smirk, and to add to her statement, she let out a little belch.

Uuurp!

“Ugh…!”

Veyza giggled at Dylas’ expression of both disgust and amusement. As much as he tried to look reproachful, he couldn’t fight down the urge to smile at her. The corners of his mouth moved up before he could stop them, and he soon started chuckling along with her.

She was so… herself.

His truthful smile soon formed into a pained grimace, when a big amount of gas began shifting towards his upper belly. Clearly it begged for release. A loud, tormented sounding groan only added to it. Oh no.

Dylas quickly left his seat, making a bit of room in his middle by leaving his narrowed down position. He couldn’t bring himself to let it out in front of Faye. It was just… too much, too soon. Too much pressure. But right now, he had to ask himself what pressure was bigger – belching in front of his new girlfriend, or the menacing rumbles deep within? The gas, combined with his stomach juices working on the food he had eaten, began to feel like knives digging into his insides. Sweat formed on his forehead as he found himself groaning a little, out of sheer frustration. There was such a simple solution to it, but he just couldn’t…

“Dylas? You really don’t look well right now…”

He gave her a pained grimace. It was supposed to be a smile, but it really looked like anything but that.

“I’m fine.”

“Really? Or are you just saying that to shut me up?”

Touché again, Faye.

“Ugh… I’m… Like I said, I’m not in a good shape…”

The dwarf came closer to him, shooting him a warm gaze. Normally it wouldn’t bother him, in fact, he loved it when she looked at him like this, but right now, he only feared she could hear the deep rumbles from his agitated middle. But when she reached for his hand and her soft skin came in contact with his own, he immediately felt at ease.

“Dally… be honest with me… please. There must be something I can do.”

The young man hung his head in shame. She was so good to him. And he was acting like such a dork. Ruining this date. Before he even spoke, his face grew bright red. Just thinking of what he was about to say was absolutely humiliating… but now there was no way out of this anymore.

“My… stomach really hurts…”

“Your stomach…?”

“I’ve been… really gassy all day.”

Dylas half expected her to laugh at him, but instead, she now took his hand between both of hers. His heart skipped a beat when he felt her gently caressing his fingers.

“Oh, love… why didn’t you say anything? We could have spent our date differently… instead of eating together.”

“No!! – No I… I didn’t want to ruin it…”

“Dumb horse, you didn’t ruin anything.”

His face dropped at the name she’d called him. He hated it when she called him a horse, but he assumed he had it coming. She only called him a dumb horse when he did something stupid.

Veyza gently put her arms around his shoulders, giving him a bit of a clumsy hug. He was too tall for her to reach properly, and she also didn’t want to hurt his belly. And most of all, she didn’t want him to be unhappy. She hadn’t meant to hurt his feelings, or make him uncomfortable by confronting him. It was just very important to her that he trusted her with his needs. If anything, she was a little bit upset he hadn’t told her from the start that he wasn’t feeling well. Now they’d already eaten. Now he already felt like he had ruined it. And now, while he gently put his own arms around her, holding her close to him, she could feel his middle acting up right next to her own…

“You know, Big D… it’s still our date…”

“Yeah…?”

Faye gently pulled on his ear, directing him to move his head down a little. She then took his soft, furry ear between two of her stubby fingers, and whispered into it.

“Why don’t we go to my place? I can fix you up… We can spend some time together, just the two of us…”

His ear twitched free from her soft hold. Simultaneously, his tail began to flop around with excitement. As much as he tried to hide it, the thought of being alone with her in her room was pretty thrilling… even in his current state.

“W-what do you mean… fix me up…?”

“You’ll see…”

“But…”, he bit his lower lip and vaguely gestured to his bloated middle. He had to do something about that soon… Or he was going to burst… He wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle holding it back.

“Don’t worry about it”, Veyza purred. She gently brushed her hands across his sides as she let go of his shoulders, sending an intense shiver down the horse man’s spine. Combined with the seductive look on her face, the gesture got him pretty hot and bothered.

“Like I said… I can fix you right up…”

Whatever she meant by that, it sounded promising… but Dylas wasn’t sure just how much humiliation he could handle. If he ended up belching, or worse, farting in front of her… he could never show his face again. His ears were twitching wildly at this point. His first time in his girlfriend’s room, all alone with her… but… in such a state…

#

“Why don’t you take off these clothes?”

“W-what?!”

“What, are you ashamed? Fine, I’ll start then.”

Dylas found himself looking away when the dwarf reached for her shirt and began to pull it over her head. It hadn’t been too long since they had started dating… wasn’t it a bit too early for this? Well, as much as he was trying to be a gentleman, he was a man before he was anything else. Just thinking about the beauty she was about to show him got his eyes drawn to her like a magnet. An almost toneless yelp came from his mouth as he observed her bra – and the lovely chest this lucky piece of clothing was allowed to support. She hadn’t been exaggerating back when she’d said her breasts were tiny, but their shape was very cute. His tail started flailing like a fish out of water once he saw her taking her skirt off as well, revealing the counterpart to the mentioned bra – the most adorable blue lace panties he ever laid eyes on. When Veyza put her clothes aside, left with nothing but her underwear and her plain, black stockings as she walked towards him, he could barely look away anymore. Her shoulders and legs, covered in dark, poorly healed scars from her countless battles, her small, flat, but muscular form, and the obviously differently sized breasts, with her left one being almost twice the size… she lacked everything he was taught to be “hot” or “beautiful”, and yet, he was absolutely certain that he had never seen a more attractive woman in his entire life.

“Well? Are you going to take your clothes off, too? Or are you just gonna stare at me?”

Dylas bit his lower lip and nodded, obediently taking off his jacket. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he hesitated for a second. His stomach felt like a massive balloon, full of air and food. Was he really ready to show it to her…? The man closed his eyes and forced himself to think of his girlfriend, who had just showed him one of her biggest insecurities. He remembered how poorly she talked of her breasts. Of their differing sizes. There was no way she hadn’t felt anything while taking off her clothes for him. Maybe she was just as uncomfortable as he was…

With that in mind, he inhaled sharply, and finally took his shirt off, revealing his well built upper body to her. Veyza observed his chest, arms and shoulders as if spellbound. What a beautiful bone structure… Those broad shoulders, those refined collarbones, the pecs, and that gorgeous belly, though bloated, with that cute little trail of hair running down into his pants… How dare he hide this beautiful body from her for so long? She gently put her hands on his sides, feeling the goosebumps creep onto his flawless skin. His expression was full of worry, as if he feared she would judge him, but she honestly didn’t know what was there to judge. His sensual, slightly opened lips, just begging to be gently bitten and thoroughly kissed? His cheekbones, sharp enough to cut diamond with? The long, soft locks of hair; a smooth, greyish blue waterfall, a dream of any woman worth dying for? Seeing the normally so sultry eyes of his all soft and full of warmth made her heart pound with utter bliss. There was absolutely nothing on him for her to criticize.

Gods, he was so beautiful. She could barely stop staring.

The dwarf placed a quick kiss on the lightning shaped scar on his cheek.

“Hey, Big D… Didn’t you forget something?”

Dylas swallowed audibly. His pants were still on, and they were painfully cutting into his bloated middle, but he knew once he took them off, he would be entirely exposed to her. He, and his agitated stomach. It was tough for him to admit to his weaknesses, even now. But… he wanted to feel safe with her.

Very gently, he removed her hands from his sides, and started unbuttoning his pants. The relief he experienced when they popped open and gave his belly more room to breathe was beyond words. It took the poor soul all his self control to hold back a satisfied moan when he finally rid himself of this tight prison. Dylas felt much better just being in his underwear; the relaxation was written on his face. Just that view alone was enough to make Veyza feel excited. He was gorgeous when he looked so pleased…! But the moment didn’t last long, as his expression soon changed into something more… awkward.

“Nh… now what?”, he asked.

“Kissies!”, Faye demanded in a playful manner and gently pushed him towards her bed. He stumbled backwards, holding onto her shoulders a little.

“Hey, slow down…!”

“Never! Now I’ve got you right where I want you!”

For a second, Dylas remembered something Leon had said to him a while ago.

When you take her clothes off and wears matching underwear, it’s not you who wanted to have sex tonight.

An intense blush spread across his cheeks as he allowed her to push him onto her bed. She was tiny, but truly a pack of power. This girl knew exactly what she wanted – and how she’d get it. Before the poor guy knew what was happening to him, Faye had pinned his arms above his head, seated herself comfortably on his hips, and started scattering small kisses and bites all over his neck. A small whine came from his mouth as she shifted a little, causing his manhood to react with interest in what was causing the pressure on it. But as much as he enjoyed her kisses and bites, her womanhood pressed against his gentlemansword… He was still so incredibly, horribly, painfully gassy. It was hard for him to get in the mood, especially with her added weight on his already aching middle. He let out an audible moan, but it was more of an expression of discomfort. Right afterwards, a loud gurgle erupted from underneath Veyza’s small body. The dwarf immediately realized what it meant and got back into a straight position, giving his belly more room.

“I’m sorry…”, he panted, sweat forming on his forehead, as well as on the side of his churning gut.

“No, I’m sorry… I should have paid more attention…”

She carefully ran her hands across his sides and towards his abdomen, feeling the low, deep rumbles within, as well as the strange popping noises and the squelching. It felt like his insides were all over the place, helplessly attempting to juggle the gas inside. Her boyfriend’s pained, desperate expression tore right through her heart. She felt a bit guilty for taking him with her instead of letting him go home. The best she could do… was make him feel at home.

“Dally… why don’t you just let it out?”

“What?! Forget about it…!”

“Oh come on! It’s natural! We all have gas sometimes! Also… what’s the use of being with me if you’re going to be in pain all night…?”

He sighed, covering his face with both his hands. Just the mere thought was awfully humiliating. Did he really have to be the first one to cross the burp and fart barrier? It was the last thing he wanted. But… it grew increasingly harder to hold it in… and without all this gas, it would definitely be much easier for him to get in the mood for… other things.

“Ugh… fine…”, Dylas groaned, gesturing her to leave his pelvis. Veyza did as she was asked, allowing him to sit on the edge of the bed. Even though his eyes were pressed shut and his facial skin bright red, the anticipation for the release in his expression was clearly visible. The loud gurgles and groans consistently coming from underneath his belly button made it pretty obvious how much he needed it.

“Are you… sure I shouldn’t go outside or…”

“It’s okay, Big D. Really.”

She sincerely thought so. Going outside would mean he would be embarrassed, still. But she believed there was no reason for him to be; not anymore. Dylas was generally a very awkward and taciturn person. It had taken him many, many months to warm up to her, any even longer to get this close to her. It had taken her forever to gain his trust, and to get him to be truthful about his feelings. Honesty and mutual trust was what a good and stable relationship was built on, or at least, so she heard. So she wanted him to trust her and feel safe around her, in every possible way. She wanted him to know she would never judge him, and it was honestly, absolutely, okay for him to be vulnerable – or gassy, in this case.

Dylas bit his lower lip, the gas painfully working itself through his insides. As much as he tried to, he just couldn’t forget about his girlfriend sitting next to him… it was so embarrassing. He wished he could just be alone for a few minutes. But it didn’t seem like she would let him. So he was left no choice but to…

BUUUUUURRRRP!!

The young man immediately, reflexively covered his mouth; his cheeks burning with shame. He hadn’t expected the first belch to be so unholy and loud already, but Gods, it felt good to let it out! He couldn’t help but whimper. Faye felt her face turn red as well. Was it sympathy? Awkwardness? She wasn’t sure. The one thing she was sure of, though, was that she loved that look on his face. That mixture of embarrassment, discomfort and pleasure… she had no words. Dylas wanted to apologize, but he felt the next belch working itself up his throat in this very moment.

Guuuurrrrgleee… rrruuuUUUUURRRRP!!

Even though he hadn’t taken his hands from his mouth, the loud burping sound had barely been muffled by them at all. His ears were moving back and forth anxiously. His gut was still rumbling ominously. And he definitely didn’t seem satisfied yet. Veyza bit her lower lip, unable to take her eyes off his face. This new, unusual expression awoke something deep inside her. She was so used to seeing this stern, rough stallion; it was oddly refreshing to see him with such a helpless look.

He was… so cute.

This time, the gas seemed to shift down instead of up, and she could tell by his panicked grimacing that he wanted this even less. For some reason, the dwarf girl grew excited at the thought. She was eager to see what he looked like when he experienced that kind of relief.

Deep down, she was hoping he would moan a little.

Dylas shifted, his rear facing away from her, and hung his head in shame as the thunder rumbling through his intestines found its way to daylight.

BBBRRRRRRRPPPPPTTT!!

“Aah…!”

That whine…! Faye’s clit was actually twitching by now. Gods, why did this turn her on so much?

“I’m so sorry…”

“Please… don’t apologize…!”

Dylas finally dared to turn his head towards her, surprised to see what expression she was wearing. She looked awfully giddy, her nails dug into her bedsheets and her body all cramped up. Was she holding back her laughter?

“Go on, laugh at me… I deserve it…”

“N-no, I would never…!”

Veyza was an honest soul. But if she wasn’t going to laugh, what was that body language about? The monster man looked down at his own feet, unable to handle the shame. He felt like he could never look her in the eyes again… Just by chance, as he turned his head, Dylas caught a quick glance at her privates, and was more than surprised to see that her panties were soaked. Was this still from before…?!

“Faye…!”

“W-what?”

“Are you… is… am… you….”

“I… what?”

Gods, this was so awkward. How could he possibly ask her what was on his mind? His heart was racing. He was hoping for the ground to open up underneath him and drag him right into oblivion.

“Did that… turn you on?”

Oh no. Now Faye felt the same way. Now it was her cheeks that grew bright red.

“Mh… maybe.”

Dylas felt a wave of heat rush through his body. His belching and farting had actually turned her on? Was she serious? That was probably the weirdest, and yet most… intriguing moment of his life. Suddenly, he wasn’t as ashamed anymore. In fact, he was rather… curious.

“So… you’re into that…?”

“I guess…”

“Why… didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know either…”

They both shared an awkward chuckle. All of a sudden, Dylas reached for his partner’s hand, causing her to jerk a little, but she was soon captivated by his intense, amber eyes.

“You know… I’m still pretty gassy…”

“You mean… gassy like a horse…?”

He grunted in disapproval, squeezing her hand a little, but he wore a smile on his lips.

“Yeah. Gassy like a horse.”

“My… what do we do about that…”

This was new for both of them, but it felt like their bodies knew exactly how this worked. Veyza was instantly drawn to him again, and found herself slipping over to him, her aroused womanhood seemingly guiding her. With no hesitation, she began to place kisses on his neck again, slowly moving up to his face, and soon working on his bottom lip. Dylas pulled her closer and seated her on his lap, joining the fiery smooch. Gratefully, he opened the strap of her bra, and caressed her breasts with one hand each. While she slid her tongue into his mouth with a soft moan, he noticed Faye’s hands reaching for his still bloated middle. As she began to passionately tease his tongue with her own, he felt her warm fingers rubbing his agitated gut. Before Dylas could do anything about it, another belch erupted from his mouth, right into hers.

Uuuuuurrrrp…

As if to show her approval, Faye moaned into his mouth and began to grind her womanhood against his thigh, causing his member to grow harder within seconds. She was really into that! He could barely believe it. Fervently, he took off her bra, threw it behind himself and pushed her from his lap onto the bed. She sunk down with a yelp and caught a quick glance at his aroused member pushing against his underwear before he pinned her down by her arms, just the way she had done it before, and scattered kisses all over her chest.

“Oh fuck, baby…!”, she gasped, experiencing nothing but thrill at the most disliked part of her body being worshipped like this. Dylas softly purred into her skin, his tail flopping frantically. From the corner of her eye, his girlfriend saw said tail rising slowly.

FRRRRRRAAAAPPRRRRTT!!

He moaned blissfully at the relief it caused him. Heavens, that felt so good! The smell that soon filled the room drove Veyza almost to the edge of an orgasm.

“By the Gods…!! Dally, don’t make me cum without you inside me!”

Oh, he definitely didn’t want that! Greedily, he pulled her panties off her hips ands thighs, and allowed himself a quick look at her womanhood as he dropped her underwear at the other side of the bed. Of course, she didn’t want to be excluded. After she allowed him to admire her for a little while, she practically clawed at his boxers, roughly pulling them off. Dylas couldn’t hold back a few whimpers as it brushed against his erect member, causing the young woman to helplessly bite the back of her hand in order to keep herself calm. She knew she called him Big D for a reason. He was so unbelievably sexy! Now that she was so aroused, the dirty desires just wouldn’t stop pouring in.

I wanna blow you while you fart. Give me your tongue, and burp into my pussy. Please, just sit on my face and fart on me.

Dylas observed her face with an almost loving expression, eager to find out what was on her mind.

“What are you thinking about, princess?”

“Nothing… Everything…”, she panted, giving him a bit of an embarrassed look.

“I have… a different idea… Are you still gassy…?”

The young man gently slowly lowered his middle towards her face. Veyza gasped, turned her head to the side a little, and allowed his noisy gut to rest on her ear. It was still very active, churning and groaning as it zealously destroyed the dinner he’d had earlier. Faye found herself whining as a particularly loud rumble caused his skin to vibrate right against her ear.

“Oh heavens, baby… it wants to come out…”

“It really does…”

“I want to smell it…”

“Are you sure?”

He lifted his middle from her head, and Faye nodded devotedly.

“Yeah… please, Big D, sit on my face… We can fuck after you’re done using me as your seat…”

The horse man chuckled lowly. His member began to throb at her request, sending a shiver down his girlfriend’s spine.

“As you wish, princess…~”

The dwarf was so excited when Dylas turned around that she legitimately had to stop her body from jerking on its own, like a chihuahua. She whined with anticipation when she saw his butt actually lower down towards her face. His tail tickled her nose for a moment before it was flopped out of the way, and she saw her boyfriend’s twitching butthole just for a few seconds before it was placed directly between her mouth and nose.

God, that was so hot!

She couldn’t help but moan loudly as she dug her nails into his sides. He grunted, shifting a little. Perfect, now she got even more of his scent up her nose. The girl shut her eyes to fully enjoy the moment, and gently began to caress Dylas’ butthole with her tongue. Simultaneously, she reached for his member with one of her hands, and rubbed the side of his belly with the other. She’d told him from the start, she was good at multitasking! Yet it seemed to have caught him by surprise. He grunted, holding onto her hand while it was circling across his belly. She could still feel it rumbling, and gosh, did it make her happy!

Dylas could barely believe he was actually getting his ass eaten for the first time. He found himself covering his mouth, his cheeks flaming. That was something he could never see himself doing… and yet, here he was – and it felt amazing. With Faye’s skilled tongue stroking his sensitive anus and occasionally poking through to his rectum as well, he quickly grew harder inside her hand, a few drops of pre cum making their way out of his tip.

No, not yet…!

He bit the back of his hand in a desperate attempt to fight down his arousal. He didn’t want to cum yet. Not while he wasn’t inside her yet! His penis throbbed almost painfully, causing his hips to jerk on their own. He was so tensed up, trying to keep his rock hard gentlemansword under control, that a few tiny farts slipped right into Faye’s mouth.

“Hngh… I’m so sorry…! I can’t hold it!”

She patted the side of his belly and gave him the ok hand, even though she was gagging a little. Her reaction was so oddly arousing to him… and if she kept touching him like that, he wouldn’t be able to pull himself together much longer… Occasional drops of cum ran down his member, onto her hand, and his voice only grew needier as he attempted to keep it down. Dylas soon found himself moaning her name over and over again while she caressed his asshole and jerked him off at the same time while he squeezed her free hand. His belly cramped and rumbled, making him moan her name loudly.

“That’s gonna be nasty”, he grunted to himself and ripped a massive wet fart, right into her face, followed by a relieved, high pitched groan from his throat. Just a few seconds later, Faye’s entire body succumbed to an orgasm, violently shaking as the heat filled her up inside. She moaned a muffled version of his name into his ass, clinging to his middle. Just the view got him so incredibly riled up, he couldn’t even make it to her pussy in time before his orgasm took over. He shed his seed all over his own belly, pelvis and his girlfriend’s chest, calling her name and tightly squeezing her hand while doing so.

#

“Hey, Big D?”

“Mmh?”

“Do you think I’m gross…?”

The young man lifted his head and gave her a surprised look. That was not the question he had expected.

“Why would I think you’re gross?”

Veyza bit her lip, narrowing her eyes. Her ears were bright red, like little strawberries.

“In case you forgot, I got aroused by your gas and had an orgasm to you farting on my face.”

“How could I possibly forget.”

His butthole still felt a little bit sore.

Dylas removed some hair from her face with his index finger and ran it down her cheek. The tender smile on his face was enough to make an iceberg melt, and the dwarf girl’s heart was certainly not an exception.

“I don’t think you’re gross. In case you forgot… It turned me on, too.”

He playfully pinched her cheek, causing her to erupt into a childlike giggle. She held his hand towards her face with a grateful smile.

“Dally… I think we were made for each other.”

“You know what? I think so too.”

Yes… she was the only one who had managed to make him feel this way all his life. He had met people from two different time periods. And Veyza… was the first who had managed to get through to him. She accepted and loved him in his entirety. The least he could do was do the same for her. The monster man placed several small kisses on her forehead, her nose, and finally, her mouth; then, he allowed a tiny belch to slip as a grand finale. Veyza burst into bright laughter.

“I’ll get you back for that!!”

“Oh yeah? You have to come and get me first!”

He was surprised by her powerful grip as she hugged him and dragged him down with her.

“Come cuddle, you big, dumb horse!”

“Make me, you puny, ugly dwarf!”

They shared a passionate, intense kiss, expressing nothing but unfiltered love for each other. It filled them with pure joy to know their partner accepted them exactly for who they were, and they could entirely be themselves around each other.

[crockettmarcel]

writers block is hitting Hard today and for some reason you guys support me being annoying on main, so here are my opinions on the cities in cooking craze :)

also I should say that my views are 100% in regards to the cities in the game and not how they exist irl!!

New York

doughnut stand - v fun but too easy and not enough levels. good for an introduction to the game though, and the doughnuts look wonderful

burgers/hotdogs - i like it but why are there onion rings and no fries. would not go here (fun to play tho)

breakfast - THE BEST. i love the toast with the smiley faces and the cute pancakes and the ice cream. everything about this restaurant is wonderful and i love it more than life itself

steak - okay but I don't like how the toppings for the soup are right by the steak toppings. too confusing but overall fun

rating: 10/10. my favourite. new york owns my heart

Paris

pastry shop - exquisite ! always leaves me wanting a pain au chocolat <3

frog legs/snails - so much fun :) i like the macarons a lot

fancy ass restaurant - I have no idea what they're selling here but I remember hating this one a lot. just played a level and it's not that bad?

rating: 9/10. had to take away a point because it's french and also the music's annoying

Rome

pizza - fuck you fuck you fuck you. too much happening i want to die

ciabatta - nothing bad to say. a breath of fresh air after the pizza place

pasta - upsetting for reasons I can't explain

rating: a solid 8/10. i hate the pizza place don't make me go back there

Rio

churrasco - I just. don't vibe with this one much. i don't like that you need to grill six things but the grill only has four spaces. maybe i'm just lazy

sandwiches/beans and rice - something about the beans and rice upsets me. don't like the alternate cooking

vatapá - incredible ! the potatoes look delicious <3

rating: 6/10. loses so many points for taking away the smoothie bar. that was my favourite level

Bangkok

seafood on sticks - whoever made this restaurant is in my top 10 hated people. despicable

tilapia/noodles - LOVE the noodles and the little selection of fruit. papaya salad isn't the best but I can live with it

crabs/rice - almost perfect except that the bottle of soy sauce blocks orders. makes me scream

rating: 7.5/10. love Bangkok as long as I avoid the first restaurant. loses points for not having any long timed levels bc I love those :(

Tokyo

sushi/ramen - the best restaurant here and that's saying something. why does the sushi rice take so long to prepare. i hate you

bento - hate this. too hard. how do I coordinate the rice and the bento omelette. everything looks cute but it fills me with rage

sashimi - this is too complicated for me I'm literally going to end it all right now. you get some points back because I like the shrimp

rating: 1/10. tokyo is my least favourite i hate it so much. worst city. life ruining

Athens

pita - absolutely wonderful. love that there are fries. so perfect

phyllo - always confusing when I play it after a while but easy once I get the hang of it. the yoghurt looks cute w honey on it <3

gemista - I'm not cutting up your fucking vegetables

rating: 7/10. last restaurant brought the score down from a 9

Mexico City

menudo - love everything about this. the churros. the pan de muerto with cream and watermelon. the little crackers shaped like ghosts. so perfect

tortillas - very fun. don't like that I have to put the tortillas on the plates before I can put the meat down, but the fruit selection makes up for it

tamales - harder than the other restaurants but still fun :)

rating: 10/10. love Mexico City so much !!

Moscow

dumplings - WONDERFUL. could literally do this forever

pork - pork and borscht are fun but the porridge is horrible. die

sturgeon/blini - don't like that you have to put shit on the sturgeon before it goes in the oven. takes too much time

rating: 6.5/10. most of those points are for the dumplings

Shanghai

rice/noodles - fruit is fun but absolutely not worth the stress of whatever the fuck is going on with the rice and noodles

bao buns - she cleared my skin. nothing else to say

peking duck - love this one ! shaved ice is very cute and the dumplings in soup are wonderful. duck bodies scare me tho

rating: 8.5/10 because I liked the rice/noodles restaurant at one point

Prague

fried cheese - always fun !! nothing bad to say here <3

M E A T - excellent. reminds me of the netflix show Ares bc i'd play this while watching it. hate the pickled cheese

boar knee - takes too long to cook the boar knee. love soup in a bread bowl

rating: 9/10. almost perfect

Dublin

boxty/Irish stew - so simple yet so good. definitely a favourite. could play forever

shepherd's pie - LOVE shepherd's pie. the cabbage/corned beef combo is complicated but not the worst :/

lobster/oysters - oh this is wonderful. big fan

rating: 9.5/10. thank u Dublin

Seoul

beef bulgogi - love this restaurant so much. was genuinely disappointed when i moved onto the next one

haemultang - the way the haemultang is cooked/served is *chef's kiss*. turning the heat up and down? i love it wonderful

rating: 10/10 so far. i haven't got to the third restaurant yet :(

[nomoregoldfish]

Imagine Pacho Sends You as a Gift to (Spy on) Amado 2/3

This is getting out of hand again, smh. (Not really) Warning: everyone loves Pacho. Un-betaed, I’ll post the entire thing on AO3 later. For now, you can find part 1 here.

Amado is occupied with all sorts of business affairs after you land in DF, leaving you to his younger brother Vicente. You quickly learn Vicente is in charge of security of all cartel business, that's something, you assume.

When asked why you don't go to Juárez directly, Vicente tells you Amado has several meetings with some important figures in DF. You have to figure out a way to infiltrate the plaza to learn more about Amado, staying at a luxury apartment owned by the narcos won't get you anything useful.

"She's crazy!" Vicente's whining when Amado finally shows up late that night, "She woke up at 5 in the morning for a fucking jog and dragged my ass to a wet market before it even opened. And that's not the end of it, she bought so much fish and my car still smells like a stinky fish tank right now."

Vicente is a bit exaggerating but you do have a fruitful trip to the local market. 

"Yet you finished everything she cooked." Amado points at the empty plates on the dining table, not annoyed at all.

"Do you have some leftovers?" The tall Mexican turns to you. Vicente interrupts, "No, we ate all salmon sashimi because Ryoko said salmon has to be served as fresh as possible, and I ate all wasabi. Oh man, that shit is hotter than serrano peppers. But don't worry, we have a lot of more fish in the jacuzzi." Right, it comes handy to have more than one bathtub in the luxury apartment.

Finally Amado sends away his bratty little brother. Then it's just the two of you. 

"I've got something for you." You remember to smile, which seems to work fine as Amado approaches. "All done?" He asks, you haven't figured it out what he's asking about, the dishes? Yes. Then the Mexican lowers your ponytail, running his fingers through your hair. 

"You don't wanna hair in your grilled pacific saury." You joke, bringing him another set of hot meal you specifically make for him.

"Tell me more about it." Amado takes a large bite, looking satisfied and more relaxed.

You two are chatting over some mezcal and a plate of edamame afterwards. Amado asks about your day, and trades some anecdotes about Vicente when you tentatively ask about his. The fucker is smart and vigilant. 

"I have to tell you something," Okay, you get his full attention, "The bluefin tuna you ate three days ago wasn't served in the best condition. Pacho wanted a show, everything grand and pretty, so I had to cut the red part of the fish and make a bright-colored akami plate right away. It's meaty and chewy, which should have been aged for three days in the fridge to allow the texture to soften and release more flavor," You opens the fridge, showing Amado several chunks of tuna you already cut out, "You can have friends over in three days, I bought enough for a full table."

"What about the pink ones?" He seems genuinely interested. You continue to explain that different parts of tuna offer variable tastes from super fatty pink otoro around the head and collar to chutoro, mixture of fat and meat from the back and belly.

To your surprise, Amado asks for a slice of the fat part, "You said it's the most expensive one. I shouldn't waste your hard-earned money, right?" Both of you laugh.

You take a really fat cut. When you're looking for a plate and the soy sauce, Amado just eats it from your hand. Your fingers are freezing from the tuna and when he swallows them with the slice, the hot and soft sensation around fucking turns you on like nothing else. The sashimi-hater even licks your fingers a few more times, "to clean the fat."

As he claimed, "It's better."

"Now you're gonna show me how you destroy my jacuzzi on day one."

You feel great sitting by the edge of the jacuzzi a.k.a. your temporary fish tank and checking out all the aquatic animals you bought earlier.

"It could've been us in it." What a tease. You laugh then get up, "I don't think it's a good idea to get naked with lobsters and octopuses." 

"Wait," Amado turns you around, still sitting by the edge, "Let me make it up for you."

When Amado decides to give you a head, you simply don't say no. It's like sitting on his face because you can barely stand still. He notices then pulls you closer. The lips used to wrap around your fingers now make you feel like in heaven, and God bless his fucking tongue. The Mexican is driving you mad.

"Shh, you wake up the octopus." You're at the tipping point and the fucker pauses. You open your eyes, an octopus is on the move, two tentacles approaching the edge of the jacuzzi, sucker rings very close to your bare legs.

Then imagine Amado gets up and pushes you up against the tiles in the shower, silencing you with a rough kiss. You taste yourself, and something raw, could be the tuna or the cigarettes he smokes. You get even more aroused by that. 

You're desperate for more of his touch. So you grab his big hand and put it between your thighs, and he's willing to comply. 

This is too much. You cum just after a few rubs against him.  

"I'm sorry for the other night. You're a genius." Amado's playing dirty, sweet-talking while he continues to rub against your oversensitive part, "Would you do me favor? I'm thinking about hosting a few guests, somewhere private, the tuna will be ready by Friday, right?"

You can't believe he falls for the trick. This could be an important business meeting and you're gonna be there.

"Sure. Can I ask something in return?" You already come to your senses while giving Amado a painfully slow handjob.

"Anything you want. Flowers? Jewelry? Cars? I have some better collections than Pacho's Corvette C4. Too flashy." Amado offers generously.

You can't help laughing, "Gosh, how could men make everything a dick comparison contest?"

"You saw his dick?" Amado bites your lower lips. He's rock hard, throbbing.

"I thought you did, too. You two seem very close. I mean, Pacho is a gorgeous man." You keep going, and teasing. You enjoy the fact that you just plant something really dirty in Amado's head. You bet he's having an imaginary threesome with you and Pacho. Not a bad idea though.

By the time you make him come, the Mexican almost forgets what you're asking.

"I ask 'Do you have some dumbbells?' I need my daily training and I don't have time to find a new gym here. What? How do you think I'm able to handle a 150lbs tuna in a line of work mostly for men?" You give Amado a little squeeze before licking it off.

You have a dream that night, being penetrated by Amado in some warm water while a giant octopus sucks you off. You wake up with wetness down there.

You visit several Japanese restaurants in town, unsurprisingly boring. You get the idea that local middle-class see Japanese cuisine as an exotic and cultural novelty. 

You even invite Amado to have lunch at one of those restaurants during his break. He frowns at the food after the first bite, "You can't do this to me."

What? "Asking me to eat this crap is inhumane. I'm spoiled." Amado makes it sound like you're the bad guy, but these smiling eyes give him away. He looks at you the way that makes you feel wanted.

You two end up eating cheap Mexican street food and that's where you find some early blossoms of jacarandas with excitement.

"You want those?" Amado asks, picking up some dried petals from the street. All you can think of is jacarandas flower could be an interesting alternative to sakura, which adds a domestic touch to the food you're gonna prepare for Friday. 

"Yes, please." Amado must find it weird but he just nods.

Once being brought to the outskirt location of the private meeting, you spend more time making rearrangement of the decor, trying to create an authentic Japanese ryotei experience. 

You call Amado once for extra resources. It's tricky because you don't know if you're in a position to ask anything when he's away, busy.

"I'm glad you called. I may not be an Asian culture fanatic like Pacho but I promise you will have anything you want. Whatever rare shit he's bought you, just name it. I'll have an entire Boeing 727 team ready to fly it in from every fucking corner of the world." Yeah, the dick measuring thing is still going on. 

What you don't mention is that you're also glad to hear his voice. "Will you come over?" You almost let it slip, "I mean, to see if you like everything."

"No. I trust you," Amado pauses, "I'll be an hour early."

"Mind the traffic." Bright laughter breaks from the other end of the line.

And thanks to the highly efficient Carrillo Air Express, stuff you request is brought to you the next day including a whole box of violet jacarandas petals.

You ask for a guest list before starting to set the table. "Just set tables for eight people." Vicente clearly has no idea of being a host. You explain that it's part of your job to make sure no one is allergic to seafood. "How the fuck do I know that?" The young man is still complaining.

"Don't worry. Give me a list. I'll look for their office numbers, call their secretaries and find out."

Vicente is easily convinced. You get what you want, a list of high-up politicians and business executives. Not sure how this is relevant but you memorize the names and companies anyway.

Amado makes his arrival almost cinematic. With a chopper still swirling outside, the man in black steps out from the driving seat on the right and waves to you like a king. 

"You're early." You can hide your smile this time.

"Because someone suggested I should 'mind the traffic.' It happens I've owned a few choppers." The fucker looks like a dashing pilot out Hollywood movies. 

You joke that he's nothing like what Pacho used to say, "Low-profile my ass." 

"Oh, Pacho talks about me?"

"Stop. I'm really not interested in which one of you has a bigger dick."

Later Amado hands you a wrapped frame. "I heard you're looking for some Japanese art for decoration. I don't know anything about art but..."

You can't believe he brings you a shunga, tradition Japanese erotic painting, depicting a giant octopus performing oral on a woman with pink tentacles all over her naked body. "You're ridiculous." You frown, it's too explicit you're not sure if it's appropriate for such an occasion.

"I saw something similar at Pacho's house. Well, minus the woman. Just boys." The cheeky bastard winks at you, "You're also serving octopus sashimi tonight? It's a fit then." That's how a print of the famous Octopus and Girl Diver ends up in the main room.

Dinner starts at 8 and everything is ready. You're asked to briefly introduce each dish to the guests when one's presented. Guests praise everything from the chopstick rest made of porcelain with traditional Mexican patterns, to the floral-shaped bream sashimi slices. The tuna sushi is a hit, everyone loves it. You give Amado a knowing smirk when you catch him taking a few himself. The octopus sashimi is a bit tricky but the guests are so "polite", they still pretend to enjoy the exotic food. 

The rest of the time you stay outside the room. You hear things but not in a coherent manner. Amado mentions NAFTA, export-oriented furniture and auto parts factories in Juárez, and two of them are head of the biggest tequila exporters of the country. Nothing makes sense for the drug business. Is the most successful Mexican drug trafficker gonna shift to other legitimate businesses? That might have an impact on Pacho's business.

When dessert is brought to the table, everyone wows — the improvised jacarandas mochi with dried petals is a nice surprise to end the dinner. You tell them the story that instead of the much-anticipated sakura which wasn't well-adjusted to the Mexican weather, how jacarandas was introduced to Mexico City by a Japanese gardener in the 1930s. All the guests finish their plates while giving you a few nods.

Amado seems very pleased with everything you've done. He lowers his voice to ask you to wait for him afterwards.

"Where are we going?" You ask through the headphones. Seems Amado is flying you back to downtown DF.

The Mexican smirks, "To the sky."

You finally land atop the roof of a skyscraper, "This is the tallest building in Mexico." Amado holds you tight when you exit the chopper. The wind at night in early January is insane, let alone you're 700ft above the ground.

It must be some five-star hotel but turns out it's an office building of Pemex, Mexico's state-owned oil company. WTAF? "Put it this way, the biggest exporters of the country hang out sometimes." Amado's sense of humor is something you didn't expect, "Well, I'm not saying they bring as many unattached US dollars as I do, not even close."

When you let the fact sink in — that the Juárez cartel probably earns twice as much as the biggest oil company in the country through exporting "goods," having access to a secret suite on the top floor of the Pemex Tower is not surprising at all.

"You bring people here often?" You ask when Amado pops a bottle of wine. The city view from the 54th floor is stunning.

"I didn't know you're the jealous type." He brings you a glass. You two stand in front the giant window, raising your glasses like you're celebrating. 

"You haven't asked what we're celebrating." Amado takes a step closer.

You put index finger on his lips, which are incredibly soft. Immediately remind you last time you kissed, "I don't want to get myself killed in a foreign country."

"Did Pacho teach you that? Not asking questions, just do your thing." Amado starts kissing your hand.

"Oh, my God. You're so obsessed with him, and it's kinda cute."

"Nonsense." The Mexican disagrees, and turns to the window. 

You sets both of your glasses aside, then leads Amado to the bed. You get undressed first, lying on the bed, waiting.

"You're sure this is something you want?" You ask, completely stripped. Amado stares at your flat-chested body like the first time he found out who you are. 

"You make it sound like I haven't sleep with supermodels. That funny?" The fucker tickles you, "You have no idea..."

Imagine Amado makes you feel adored, marking every inch of your body with his big hands and soft lips. He takes time, mapping your body till he finds the most sensitive spots and makes you moan, shivering.

"Let me warm you up." Amado probably thinks you're cold, so he spoons you. The long limbs of his are like tentacles wrapped around you, fuck, you can feel his erection grinding against you.

You're so wet for Amado. When he finally pushes in from behind, neither of you can resist the sensation.

"Wanted to do this to you the whole week. You're such a fucking tease, aren't you? Dropped at my door in that kimono robe then left without letting me even touch you." Amado pounds into you, with hand reaching your little bean from behind, making you a total mess.

 "Why didn't you make me stay then?" You're nearly breathless, "Is it...because it's within Pacho's territory?" You obviously cross some line with that. The thrusts become harder, feels like Amado is gonna fuck you senseless.

You're not sure if Pacho wants to know you are talking about him when you reach orgasm. 

You decide to leave it out before you pass out.

[caffeineivore]

Commission#4

For @vchanny-og

Prompt: Makoto teaches the girls to cook. To commission me please click here for information! To see what other people are offering up commissions please see here!

The recipe for peanut butter cookies is fool-proof, three-ingredients. Four, if you added chocolate chips. The first time that Makoto had made them, Usagi had eaten two dozen by herself, and when she’d found out how easy they were, she’d begged and whined and pouted until Makoto had agreed to teach her. 

“Mamo-chan would love these, don’t you think? Especially if we add chocolate! And peanut butter is healthy and has lots of protein so he wouldn’t even disapprove!”

Eggs. Crunchy peanut butter. Sugar. Chocolate chips. Parchment-lined baking sheet for 11 minutes at 170 degrees Celsius. 

Makoto lines up all the ingredients on the counter, helpfully preheats the oven to the correct temperature. She goes out to her balcony to check on her plants, and is halfway through dead-heading some leggy basil when the smell of smoke comes wafting through the open door. Thoroughly alarmed, she drops her clippings and runs in, yanks the oven open to find lumps of what look to be charcoal. Usagi’s wail could pass for a fire engine careening onto the scene complete with lights and sirens. 

“I don’t know what happened, Mako-chan! I didn’t do anything except what you asked, and now everything is ruined and there are NO COOKIES and you are probably going to be mad at me!”

With a long, windy sigh, Makoto checks the counter. Peanut butter, check. Sugar, check. Chocolate chips, check-- and if she’s not mistaken, Usagi dumped in about half a cup more than the recipe called for. A bowl of cracked open eggs, yolks almost mockingly bright orange, winked up at her. 

Makoto shakes her head, sends Usagi out to the bakery, and cuts up some peppers and tomatoes, retrieves her snipped basil. It seemed like she’d be having omelettes for dinner. 

**

“So we sear the steak at a high temperature in a cast-iron skillet to take advantage of the Maillard reaction for the sake of optimal flavour.” Ami scribbles some type of complex chemical molecule diagram on the margins of the recipe that she’d meticulously copied from Makoto’s cookbook, and does a few equations, and murmurs to herself. “I suppose that makes sense. The temperature of the cooking surface will exceed 140 degrees Celsius, which will cause the reactive carbonyl group of the sugar present in the molecule interact with the nucleophilic amino group of the amino acid.”

“Yeah. Something like that. And then you finish in a low and slow oven so you don’t overcook the meat. This is an expensive cut of steak-- you don’t want it to be cooked to death.”

Makoto did not care over-much about the complex chemical reactions and science behind the process-- it was enough, really, to know that as long as one controlled the temperature and time, and seasoned the pricey cut of beef simply but well (sea salt, coarse-ground pepper and a few sprigs of rosemary), one could have a fancy date night meal in the comfort of one’s own home. “Medium rare is the optimal doneness for steak, in my opinion. Use a food thermometer, cook it to 54 degrees Celsius, then rest for three minutes before slicing, and you’re good to go.”

“I understand the reasoning behind safe internal cooking temperatures,” Ami muses as she follows Makoto’s lead, carefully wiping down the cherry-red surface of her steak with a paper towel to dry it, then sprinkling on salt and pepper on both sides. “Obviously, you don’t want harmful disease-causing microorganisms to grow within your food product, and it either needs to be too hot or too cold for the bacteria and viruses and fungi to survive. But why are there exceptions to the rule? Your recipe says that a rare steak reaches the internal temperature of 51 degrees, a medium rare of 54, a medium of 58 and so on. Doesn’t that put the person who prefers to eat their steak rare at greater risk? How does a restaurant get around that liability? It’s not as though it can do a medical check of the customer to ensure that they have no history of immunological disorders or gastrointestinal problems. And what about nations which choose to ignore these limits altogether? We serve sushi and sashimi here in Japan, which is certainly not cooked to 62 or highter. The French have their Carpaccio and tartare. The Lebanese have their kibbee nayee, and so on.”

Makoto watches as Ami grinds exactly three shakes of pepper onto each side of her steak, then rolls her eyes. “How does your guy like his steak cooked? That’s all I need to know.”

Ami blushes almost as red as the meat she’s fiddling with. “Umm. Medium rare is fine. And he’s hardly ‘my’ guy. More of Mamoru’s, wouldn’t you say?”

“You’ve already split hairs over the science of cooking. I don’t think I have enough energy to argue over the exact nature of your relationship with the mouthy blond menace. Do you think you can put together a nice green salad to go with these steaks? That way we can get done quicker, and I can make myself scarce before he comes here.”

**

Makoto knows better than to attempt to teach Rei anything too outlandish in the kitchen. Rei is a traditionalist in every sense of the word, and probably would not be caught dead in some hipster gastro-pub serving deconstructed salad of micro-greens topped with lobster foam something-or-another no matter how many Michelin stars and James Beard awards the place might have won. Rei is also reasonably competent with her hands and not particularly accident-prone, so something like steamed gyoza seems right up her alley. Sure, making the filling and dough from scratch is an extra effort, but her friend had never been the type to settle for mediocre and ordinary.

Her first warning that things might not turn out quite so well is when Rei takes a full step back when she sets the food processor on the counter. “What is that?” 

Her tone could only have been snottier had the food processor been possibly coated in dung and mildew and maybe plastered with boy band stickers. “It’s a food processor. So we can easily chop up the chives, grind up the pork.”

“I have a perfectly serviceable set of knives here.” Rei turns up her aristocratic little nose and points to the knife-block, which, to be fair, holds a set of heirloom-quality blades. Trust the senshi of war to know her sharp objects, Makoto thinks drolly, but she acquiesces. “All right. You can mince the chives with that, I guess. But I’m using the food processor to grind the meat.”

They both get to work, and Rei glares at the machine as soon as it starts up as though the noise offended her on a personal level. She’s not bad-- indeed, her cuts are decent even by chef standards, but by the time Makoto has finished up her meat and mixed in soy sauce and ginger and garlic and a pinch of allspice and an egg, she’s only about a quarter of the way done with her chives. Slowly and stubbornly, she soldiers on as Makoto measures out flour and water and a pinch of salt. 

“What in the world is that?”

Now, the question is directed towards the stand mixer plugged into the wall outlet. Makoto doesn’t even dignify that with a response, and dumps in flour, salt and water, lets fly. Sure, she can knead the dough by hand if she wanted to. And stretch it, cut it, roll it out for the dumpling wrappers. And maybe, if he’s very, very lucky, Jun would have gyoza sometime within the next two years. She’s just about ready to start rolling the dough when Rei finally finishes cutting the chives by hand, and dumps them into the bowl of the ground meat mixture, scowling at the way the damp green mince clings to her fingertips. Makoto finishes mixing the filling, then shows Rei, quickly, how to pinch the edges of the dumpling shut. 

She waits until the knives are washed and put away and the pot is simmering before turning to her friend with a mischievous look, tongue firmly tucked in cheek. “Well. I’m sure Jun will appreciate your painstaking work on this meal, doing things the old-fashioned way by hand. He’ll know just how much you care from the sheer effort you went through.”

If looks could kill, Makoto would be buried six feet under complete with an ugly angel-shaped monument and an elaborate wreath of flowers on her grave. She manages to keep a straight face while she takes the dumplings out the pot, then excuses herself. She’s still laughing when she arrives at her own apartment a good half-hour later. 

**

Leave it to Minako, of course, to want to learn the most complicated, exotic dish of them all. 

“I think it would be perfect! He doesn’t eat pork or beef, and I love spicy food, and I know you’ll help me and it will turn out wonderfully!” 

Makoto eyes the recipe bookmarked on Minako’s phone-- very heavily starred on Pinterest, and apparently the handiwork of some world-renowned celebrity chef. “Indian lamb curry, though? That’s… quite ambitious of you, Minako.” Indeed, the list of ingredients is daunting in and of itself, even for a seasoned home cook, and Minako’s idea of gourmet home cooking generally involved cracking an egg over her boiling ramen noodles. 

“Oh don’t you worry. I’ve watched a TON of youtube videos. And cooking reality shows. That Gordon Ramsay is HILARIOUS. And it all goes into the slow cooker, so it hardly requires fancy techniques and knifework and the like. All I have to do is toss everything in there and push a button and spend the rest of my time making myself look gorgeous and sexy, right??”

Makoto eyes the recipe again. She’s pretty sure that Minako has never heard of the term ‘garam masala’ in her life. “Maybe you should at least let me taste it before you serve it. Just in case.”

Six hours later a mostly-decent-looking sample of the dish is placed in front of her. The curry is an appetizing orange-brown colour, and the kitchen smells invitingly of spices. Minako had even taken the time to toss some finely chopped parsley onto the meat for a pop of bright green. Makoto is pleasantly surprised, and gives Minako an approving smile which lasts all of three seconds-- the three seconds it takes to put a piece of the meat in her mouth. She gags, and spits it out. “Oh, GOD! What did you put in this?! It tastes like the Dead Sea… if the Dead Sea were on fire!”

Minako shoots her a wide-eyed look from those baby blues, thoroughly bewildered. “Welllllll… all these videos said to salt with every step of the cooking pricess. So I did. It was probably like close to half a cup of salt total, because I added some after every other ingredient. And then I didn’t have tomato paste so I substituted ketchup. Basically the same thing, you know? And I didn’t have the tablespoon of fresh ginger, so I used a tablespoon of ginger powder, and shelled pistachios look just like cardamom pods for like a tenth of the price, and I used Old Bay seasoning instead of Bay leaves… But the only thing I absolutely couldn’t figure out at all was this ‘garam masala’ stuff! So I left it out.”

Without a word, Makoto dumps the entire contents of the slow cooker into the trash, picks up her phone, and dials the local Indian restaurant, Within short order, two takeout containers are delivered-- an Indian lamb curry, and an accompanying container of cheese naan and rice. 

“Just… put it in your own plates,” Makoto tells the other girl, shaking her head between gulps of water. “The kitchen smells like you’ve been cooking all day. It’ll be our little secret and he will never, ever know.”

[saccharii]

Todofam Month, Day Three: Therapy

Retail Therapy

AO3 Link

Todofam Month masterpost

@todofammonth

Shouto still didn’t know what to do with his days off. Months had passed since he moved into the dorms, and every weekend he still had that itch in the back of his head that he was doing something wrong, that his old man would be furious at him for slacking.

The bag of convenience store soba bounced against Shouto’s leg as he made his way back to UA. A cyclist passed him on the sidewalk, the second he’d seen this morning. Despite the fact the road led to the most prestigious hero academy in Japan, there weren’t many people out.

A car roared down the street and screeched to a stop next to Shouto. The frame of the car jerked forward and back from the momentum. Alarmed, he stepped away and raised his left arm slightly, fire tingling under his skin.

The window rolled down to reveal a tight lipped Fuyumi, staring straight ahead. Natsuo waved cheerily from the passenger seat. Tension melted out of Shouto and he lowered his hand.

“Get in,” she hissed, not sparing him a glance. She gripped the steering wheel so tightly the leather creaked.

“Wanna come shopping with us?” Natsuo said. “It’s on the old man.”

Shouto raised an eyebrow. “What did he do to piss you off?”

“Nothing,” Fuyumi gritted out through clenched teeth. Her nostrils flared.

“Must be a pretty big nothing.” Shouto looked to Natsuo, who shrugged.

“She won’t tell me either. Hop in. We’re going to buy the most expensive things we can think of,” he said with a grin. “Beside something like a private island or a house, of course,” he added after a second thought.

Shouto slid into the backseat and put his seatbelt on with a click. “You know that won’t bother him much. With how much money he has, he might not even notice.”

“It’s the thought that counts.” Fuyumi sharply turned into traffic. She slammed the horn. “Get out of the way you idiots!”

“I’ve never seen you this angry before.”

“It’s happened a few times,” Natsuo said.

Fuyumi swerved so quickly around a corner Shouto had to hold on to the grab handle to keep from falling over.

“Are you guys thirsty?” she asked with a vicious smirk. “I’m thirsty. Let’s go get some water.”

Fuyumi hummed and swished the bottled water around in her hand. “They’re right. It does taste different from tap water.”

“It tastes nasty.” Natsuo gagged, and held the green plastic bottle away from him by his forefinger and thumb. “It tastes like it’s from two thousand meters under the sea,” Shouto said drily. “We’re drinking fish poop.”

“Don’t be dramatic. They filter it.” Fuyumi took another drink. She grimaced. “It does leave something to be desired.”

Shouto eyed the large package of water bottles. “Did we really have to buy the hundred pack?”

“Yes.”

“What are we going to do with the rest of them? I’m not drinking any.” Natsuo tossed his bottle into a nearby garbage bin.

Fuyumi tapped her finger on her lips. “The grass in the park near the elementary school has been looking pretty brown.”

“Hey I know you,” the store clerk said. “You’re Endeavor’s son — from the Sports Festival.”

“Yes,” Shouto said blandly. “That’s me.”

The girl giggled. “That’s so cool.”

“And I’m Endeavor’s son not from the Sports Festival,” Natsuo said cheerfully.

“Oh, um. Okay?” She peered up at him like she was trying to tell if he was joking or not. “I didn’t know he had any other children.”

“Most people don’t,” Natsuo said, still smiling.

 “What’s the total?” Shouto asked.

“That’ll be, um.” She adjusted the cash register screen. “Three hundred thousand yen. Holy shit.”

The clerk fumbled with the bags. When Shouto took them, their fingers brushed and she turned bright red. “I’m a huge fan of your dad.” Her eyes went glassy and she gazed off into the distance. “He’s just so cool.”

Shouto suppressed a wince. At least it wasn’t a rant about how Endeavor was the greatest hero of all time. He wasn’t sure if he could endure that again.

“I’m paying.” Fuyumi handed over the credit card.

The clerk took it; she looked at Fuyumi’s eyes and hair, then at Shouto’s right side, her brows furrowed. With a shrug, she swiped the card through the reader, and glanced down at it. Her eyes bugged out.

“Todo- Todoroki En- Oh my god. This is Endeavor’s credit card. I’m holding Endeavor’s credit card,” she said numbly, swaying on her feet.

Fuyumi plucked the card from her fingers. The clerk didn’t seem to notice.

“Thank you,” Fuyumi said and tucked it back in her purse. “We have to get going now.”

Shouto and Natsuo hefted the (many) bags filled with various game consoles and video games and followed Fuyumi out the door.

“Are you sure this is okay? It’s really starting to add up.” Natsuo asked quietly as they stepped out into the sun. “What if the old man reports you for identity theft?”

Fuyumi smiled grimly. She popped open the trunk so that Shouto and Natsuo could put their bags in. “He won’t. I asked his permission to use his card for a few things. He won’t risk his precious reputation by reporting his children to the police.”

Natsuo and Shouto exchanged glances as Fuyumi slammed the trunk shut just a bit too hard.

“We drank fish poop water; now we’re drinking ferret poop coffee.”

“They’re civets, not ferrets. There’s a difference.”

“Thank you, Fuyumi-sensei.” Natsuo took a drink of his coffee and made a face. “Ugh. It tastes like crap.” He barked out a laugh. “Ha! I didn’t mean to do that.”

Shouto smelled his coffee then took a long drink. He ran his tongue along the inside of his teeth and pursed his lips thoughtfully. “I like it.”

“That’s because you have no taste. Have you ever drank coffee before?”

“No.”

“Heathen. Trust me. This-” Natsuo waved the coffee cup at him. “-is complete garbage.”

Shouto shrugged and took another drink. “The old man never let me have coffee. Said it would stunt my growth and other bullshit.”

“Ugh.”

“We need a yacht, right?”

“Absolutely. I don’t know why we didn’t have one before. How are we supposed to vacation without a yacht?”

Fuyumi signalled a marina employee. “Excuse me, sir? Can you show us your most expensive yachts?”

“A private jet is taking it too far, isn’t it?”

“Probably.”

“Really, thank you so much, Todoroki-san,” the executive director of the Mental Health and Suicide Prevention Foundation said in a thick voice. Her lip trembled. “This is a very generous donation.” 

Fuyumi smiled, and it was softer and more sincere than any Shouto had seen that day. “It’s no problem at all. No amount is too much for such an important cause.”

The director shook her head. “We don’t get as many donations as you’d think. Too many people think that suicidal people are weak or that mental illness is shameful and should be hidden away.”

Shouto shifted uncomfortably. It hit too close to home.

The woman’s assistant scurried back into the room. “I just got off the phone with the bank. They say she’s an authorized user.”

“Wonderful. I’m sorry for taking up your time, Todoroki-san. We have to check any time there is a large donation.”

“Oh no, not at all. After all, this is a very important cause to us, personally.”

The woman’s eyes widened, then softened. She nodded. “I see. We will put your donation to good use. Please give your father my thanks.”

Fuyumi smiled sharply. “Oh, I will.”

Shouto hoped he’d be there to see that reaction.

“No offense Todoroki, but I hope your dad pisses off your sister more often. I’ve never eaten so well in my life, and I probably never will again.” Uraraka sprawled over the dorm couch, and rested her hand on her stomach. “I shouldn’t have eaten so much, but it was sooo good.”

Shouto slurped salmon roe off of his spoon. Fuyumi knew him well enough by now to order it by the jar rather than buying maki.

Bakugou snatched a piece of fatty tuna before Midoriya could get it, and ate it while maintaining aggressive eye contact. 

Kaminari moaned from where he lay on the floor. “Oh god, I ate too much. It hurts. I can’t move. Why did I do this to myself? Kirishima, buddy, get me some more.”

“Sure thing. What do you want?”

“Squid.”

Kirishima dropped the squid sashimi on to Kaminari’s face and it landed on his top lip. He scrunched his face up a few times until he managed to get ahold of it with his teeth.

“You’re going to be so sick tomorrow,” Ashido said with a laugh, and stuffed her twentieth piece of nigiri in her mouth.

“This is very high quality, Todoroki-san,” Yaoyorozu said, daintily dipping a piece of nigiri in soy sauce. “And there is so much. It must have cost a lot, even for you.”

“That was the point.”

“Ah, yes... Well, I hope you and your siblings resolve your argument with your father.”

“I don’t.”

Yaoyorozu smiled awkwardly and went back to eating her food in silence.

“Do you feel better now?” Natsuo asked.

Fuyumi sighed. “I don’t know. It’s just...”

Shouto scooped up a spoonful of gelato. None of what he ate today was in compliance with the old man’s strict dietary plan for him. He ate another, bigger spoonful. Maybe he’d get seconds.

The air cooled as the sun set. For most, it would be too cold for iced treats. But not for Shouto and his siblings.

“It doesn’t fix anything,” she continued slowly, “but I do feel a little better, I guess. I’ve never been able to really stand up to Father. But no matter how petty or meaningless this was, I actually did something.”

“I understand that,” Natsuo said. “I just gave up caring about the shit that comes out of his mouth. I don’t have the energy for that.”

“I got to spend time with you two. That made me feel better.” She bumped her shoulder into Shouto’s and smiled at him.

The corners of his lips curled slightly as he stirred the melting desert in his cup. Shouto had never spent the entire day with his siblings before.

“Yeah, today was nice,” he said.

He hoped they could do it again.

--

(ko-fi)

[blissedoutphil]

Sushi & Sex

Thank you for your prompts, I enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it too <3 also sometimes I take so long to respond to prompts only because I can’t think of nicer titles omg.

4195 words of top!Phil, bottom!dan, crossdressing, fluff, feederism, feminization, smut

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“Ughh why do we have so much stuff? We should’ve moved to an even bigger place, can’t believe we’re already running out of storage space,” Phil whined.

Dan picked up the kangaroo outfit and tossed it into the ‘to recycle/donate’ box in disgust. “Maybe if you stopped buying me all these ridiculous outfits for your videos,” he side eyed Phil, “we wouldn’t have so much crap.”

“You love all the outfits, don’t deny it,” Phil teased, putting the golf hat on Dan’s head, who tried to dodge it but failed.

“Hey!” Dan flailed as the green stuff from the hat stuck to his hair.

Phil smirked when he picked up the next outfit from his pile. “And this one’s your fave, isn’t it?”

Dan finished ruffling his hair, a comeback already in mind. But cat got his tongue when he looked up and saw what Phil was holding up.

Phil was smoothing out the Japanese schoolgirl outfit, smirking at Dan like he knew exactly what Dan was thinking.

Dan felt his cheeks slowly heat up. He frowned and grabbed the garment from Phil’s grip.

“We’re definitely throwing this one out,” he huffed, making a show of dumping the outfit into the box.

“Aw but why babe? You looked so cute in it,” Phil teased, to Dan’s disbelief.

“Don’t you owe your audience a liveshow? It’s been ages since your last, go entertain them. I’ll help clear out the rest and order dinner,” Dan hastily offered, looking away to hide his blush.

Phil raised his eyebrows, a knowing look on his face. He sat and watched Dan try to act like he wasn’t flustered. It was amusing, really, especially since they’ve known each other for so long, so who was Dan kidding? Phil would probably be able to tell how Dan was feeling even if he was blindfolded. But he got up anyway. He really has been neglecting his fans, Dan was right on that one.

“Such a shame that you’re throwing that dress away, I’m really gonna miss seeing you look all pretty in it,” Phil lamented before swiftly walking out the door, smirking when he heard Dan’s breath get caught. That should do it, he thought.

“Goooodbye!” Phil ended the liveshow, feeling rather happy. He’d missed doing liveshows, and he wondered why he had foolishly thought it was a good idea to stop doing them.

He walked to their room, expecting to see the pile of his props still a mess like how he left it. But to his surprise, the room was clean. He hadn’t actually expected Dan to stick to his words. The box was full in the corner of the room, and Phil noticed that Dan had laid something out on the bed.

When he walked over to the bed, he realised that it was the outfit he wore in the same video that Dan wore the schoolgirl outfit.

“What’s he planning?” Phil mumbled to himself.

He decided to roll with it, and so he shrugged off his t-shirt and put on his old school uniform, complete with the red and yellow tie. He had a suspicion where this was going, he knew Dan loved the schoolgirl outfit too much to admit it.

He headed to the dining room, remembering that Dan offered to get them dinner. He already expected Dan to be in the schoolgirl outfit, but he was still taken aback when his eyes fell on Dan.

Dan was sitting at the dining table, chin in the palm of his hands, big innocent eyes looking Phil up and down. He crossed his legs, making the skirt ride up just enough to expose his upper thighs. Phil had bought the biggest size and it fit Dan just nice, but it was still rather tight in some areas, hugging his figure in the delectable way that made Phil want to grab him by the hips and just fuck him there. He actually probably would later. But first, dinner.

“How was the liveshow, senpai?” Dan asked, his voice a little higher than usual.

Phil had to suppress a laugh. He wasn’t actually sure how to do this whole roleplay thing, but he’ll try to stay in character for Dan. It wasn’t that hard for him anyway, he’s just a British school boy at the moment.

“It was fun, love,” Phil said and bent down to peck Dan’s lips.

Phil let his lips linger against Dan’s and his hand moved to cup Dan’s cheek, feeling it radiate warmth. When Dan looked like he was about to go for another kiss, Phil cheekily moved away to sit down. He smiled at Dan’s betrayed look.

Dan blushed more and then quickly gestured to the food he’d laid out. “I bought us sushi for dinner, I hope you’ll like it,” he said, voice still small and cute and Phil can’t get enough of it.

“Looks really good, darling, let’s eat!”

Dan picked up his food with the chopsticks daintily, taking small bites. Phil wished he could get into this whole roleplay more, but he didn’t for the life of him know how to use chopsticks. He supposed that sort of fit his current role of Clueless British Schoolboy.

Phil stabbed his sushi with the chopstick and Dan had to fight the urge to scold him. He couldn’t stand the sight of food being stabbed by chopsticks, and Phil knew that. He couldn’t believe Phil still hadn’t learned how to use them despite him painstakingly teaching him so many times. But he was the one who initiated this roleplay, so he wasn’t going to break character.

“Oh senpai, do you need me to teach you how to use chopsticks?” Dan giggled a little.

“I do, baby, you’re so good at this unlike me. Come teach me,” Phil pouted and pat his lap, beckoning Dan over.

Dan shyly sat across Phil’s lap and hooked his right arm around Phil’s shoulder. Phil grasped Dan’s waist firmly and smirked up at him.

Dan held up his chopsticks and Phil followed suit, but being the clumsy Phil that he was, he dropped one. Dan giggled and shook his head slightly as he bent down to pick it up.

“Like this,” Dan directed softly as he returned the chopstick and used his hand to gently correct Phil’s fingers holding the chopsticks.

Dan’s touches were so gentle compared to his usual rough antics with Phil, and Phil was absolutely loving this delicate side of Dan. He could barely pay attention to Dan’s directions, he was too busy focusing on Dan’s face and how his cheeks were turning a pretty shade of pink.

“See?” Dan asked as he picked up a piece of sushi to demonstrate. He smiled playfully and fed Phil the sushi.

“Okay, let me try now,” Phil said with his mouth full.

He picked up an unagi roll, his tongue sticking out in concentration. Dan almost swooned at how cute Phil looked at that moment.

“Am I doing it right?!” Phil asked excitedly, but he spoke too soon and the sushi fell on Dan’s skirt, staining it with a little bit of soy sauce.

“My skirt!” Dan whined.

“Oh no baby, I’m so sorry, here let me help,” Phil quickly picked the sushi off Dan’s skirt and tried to wipe off the stain. With his fingers, he went to feed Dan the sushi. Dan opened his mouth without a second thought, letting his lips linger on Phil’s fingers a little before he chewed on his food.

“Let me try again,” Phil said and picked his chopsticks up again.

He went for a piece of sashimi this time. Dan held his breath, a little worried that by the end of dinner, he’d have stains and bits of food stuck all over his outfit.

Phil was holding his breath too, he’d never actually tried this hard to use chopsticks properly before. When he successfully got it level to his face, he grinned wide. Before the food could slip away, he quickly stuffed it to an unsuspecting Dan’s mouth.

Dan sputtered, but he managed to get the food in his mouth without any dropping and messing his clothes further.

“I did it!” Phil exclaimed and he was so adorable that if Dan’s mouth wasn’t full, he probably would’ve kissed him.

“Well done,” Dan smiled fondly when he was done eating, and watched Phil pick up another piece of sushi.

Phil was getting more confident, and he held onto the food with his chopsticks with determination. Dan didn’t miss the glint in his eye. Phil smiled as he held up the tamago sushi and began feeding it to Dan slowly unlike the previous time.

“I’m getting the hang of this, are you proud of me?” Phil asked with a smirk.

Dan hummed happily and nodded, enjoying being fed by his boyfriend. He wrapped his arm around Phil’s shoulder tighter.

“So glad I finally learned how to use these, now I can feed my baby easily,” Phil spoke, already picking up the cucumber maki.

Dan ducked his head shyly, but Phil only tilted his chin back up so he could push the maki past Dan’s lips. Phil wasn’t sure where this sudden fascination of feeding Dan came from, but he loved watching his boyfriend being so bashful while accepting food from him. He loved the way Dan stared at him admiringly while he chewed his food. He didn’t even think about feeding himself, he just wanted to feed Dan all the food they had. He gripped Dan’s waist tighter, squeezing the little love handle there.

After being fed a few more pieces of food, Dan noticed that Phil wasn’t even eating. “Let me feed you now,” Dan offered, but Phil shook his head.

“I’m not that hungry after all, babe. I wanna feed you all of this,” Phil gestured to the food still on the table.

“I’m getting quite full already, and you didn’t even eat,” Dan explained, but Phil didn’t let Dan pick his chopsticks up.

“I want you to be full, babe. So cute when you fill out,” Phil spoke lowly and rubbed his hand over Dan’s tummy for emphasis.

Dan made a sound of protest, but his cheeks went rosy, and he bit his lips in the way Phil knew meant that Dan was actually turned on by the idea. So, he got the ebi tempura between his chopsticks and lifted it to Dan’s lips. Almost immediately, Dan parted his lips and allowed Phil to feed him.

Dan actually moaned a little as the chopsticks were slowly drawn out of his mouth. His eyes widened when he realised the noise he made, and he hastily tried to give an excuse.

“The ebi’s really good.”

“Is it now?” Phil smirked and picked up another piece, “have another then.”

Dan wasn’t even fully done with the previous piece when another was stuffed into his mouth. He had no bloody idea why he was getting turned on by the thought of Phil excessively feeding him, but the fact that he could see Phil getting equally turned on reassured him that he wasn’t the only strange one in the household.

The small schoolgirl outfit started to feel even smaller as Dan continued eating. “I’m so full for you already, senpai,” Dan whimpered a little, feeling so full already.

“Be a good lil girl for me and don’t waste your food, there’s still all these left,” Phil said, and Dan’s cock twitched hearing what Phil called him.

Phil rubbed Dan’s tummy as Dan slowly chewed on an inari sushi, squeezing a little and noticing how the thin fabric was taut around Dan’s lower body, much tighter than it already was before he started eating.

“Love how chubby you get, such beautiful curves,” Phil praised, moving his hands to squeeze Dan’s thighs.

Dan whined needily and let his head fall to Phil’s shoulder. He didn’t think he could eat anymore, but Phil’s praises made him determined to please his boyfriend. When he lifted his head, Phil was waiting for him, food already held in his chopsticks.

When Dan realised what Phil was about to feed him, he shook his head and pursed his lips. “Please not that, I’ll eat everything else I promise!” he tried to argue.

Phil held the natto close to Dan’s mouth. “Beans are good for you, baby.”

“But I don’t like them,” Dan pouted.

“Don’t be picky. Finish your food or I’ll punish you,” Phil said sternly.

Dan started to regret buying this particular set of sushi, but he had no time to dwell on it. He sighed and reluctantly opened his mouth, letting Phil push the slimy beans in.

He scrunched his face up in disgust but he chewed on it anyway. The sight of Phil smiling proudly at him was worth having to swallow down the unpleasant fermented beans.

Phil knew how much Dan hated natto. If it was any other situation, Dan totally would’ve thrown the beans at him if he were to even suggest to Dan to eat them. So the sight of Dan forcing himself to eat the natto now to obey and please him aroused him immensely, and he felt his cock grow.

Dan quickly reached out for the glass and gulped all the water down when he was done with the beans, and Phil let his hand roam Dan’s thighs as he waited. Dan squirmed a little at Phil’s touch, feeling ticklish. It only made Phil squeeze Dan’s thigh possessively.

“So plump and cute,” Phil traced Dan’s skin lightly.

Dan parted his legs a little, inviting Phil’s hand to explore. Phil did just that, his hand slowly stroked Dan’s inner thigh all the way to Dan’s crotch. Dan moaned softly as Phil pushed his skirt further up his thighs and began palming him. Phil was surprised to feel lace over Dan’s crotch. He smirked up at Dan, who was blushing profusely.

“Wanted to look pretty for you,” Dan spoke softly.

“You are so pretty, love,” Phil answered as he felt Dan’s cock harden in the panties.

He moved his hand up, Dan whining at the loss of touch on his cock, and squeezed Dan’s lower tummy.

“Wanna kiss all your curves and stretch marks,” Phil said as he nuzzled Dan’s neck.

“Please,” Dan whimpered.

All too soon, Phil sat back and stopped petting Dan. “But I can’t do that when you’re not done with your dinner, baby.”

“I really can’t eat anymoreee,” Dan grumbled.

“Don’t be naughty,” Phil smacked Dan’s thigh, loving how it jiggled at the impact.

“‘m sorry,” Dan mumbled, and opened his mouth readily when Phil picked up the tako sushi despite feeling like he could burst from just another bite of food.

“There, it’s not that hard to finish up your food, is it?” Phil was kneading Dan’s thigh, his lovehandles, his arm. He couldn’t help himself, he was addicted to Dan’s plumpness.

Phil continued feeding Dan, waiting patiently as Dan slowed his eating pace. Dan was whimpering as he chewed on his food, he wanted to rip his dress off it was getting so tight. He almost cried out when he looked up and saw Phil already ready to feed him with the next piece of food.

But Phil’s praises kept him going. He wasn’t fond of his blubber but he liked how much Phil adores them, it was enough to make him accept and even embrace his little chubbiness.

“Last piece, baby,” Phil cooed, bringing the California roll to Dan’s lips.

Dan moaned in relief as he chewed on it, and Phil rubbed on Dan’s stomach soothingly.

“Well done, I’m so proud of you,” Phil praised and moved his hand lower to palm Dan’s crotch again.

Dan bucked his hips up to Phil’s hand, gasping at the touch.

“Do I get a reward for not wasting my food?” he asked soft and sweet, batting his eyelashes at Phil.

“You do deserve a reward, baby,” Phil said before kissing Dan deep, tasting sushi in Dan’s mouth.

Phil gripped Dan’s waist tight and lifted him to sit at the edge of the dining table. Dan squeaked in surprise and before he could register what was going on, Phil had pushed all the plates to the corner of the table and moved Dan so he was laying on his back on the table.

Dan’s lower legs dangled off the table and Phil stood between them. He squeezed Dan’s thighs and pushed his skirt up to expose the pretty red lace panties. Dan panted, feeling so needy already. He spread his legs invitingly.

“What’s my reward, senpai?” he asked even though he already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear Phil say it.

“Gonna fuck you good just how you deserve it, baby girl,” Phil murmured and he bent down to suck a hickey on Dan’s collarbone.

Dan moaned, getting turned on even more from being called Phil’s girl. The panties were feeling very restrictive and he moved his hand to free his cock from the small piece of garment, but Phil swatted his hand away.

“Uh-uh baby girl, don’t take it off, you look really pretty in it,” Phil spoke and Dan whined in response, reluctantly moving his hand to rest on Phil’s back instead.

Phil pulled away from Dan’s collarbones after licking on the bruises he made. He pulled Dan’s cock out of the lace underwear and Dan moaned gratefully, but he made sure that the underwear stayed on. He pushed the dress further up, exposing Dan’s bloated belly.

Phil started nipping and kissing Dan’s stomach, and Dan threaded his fingers in Phil’s hair as he moaned at the sensation.

“So beautiful when you’re so full and round,” Phil mumbled against the stretched skin of Dan’s tummy.

Phil moved lower and without warning, he went down on Dan’s cock. Dan arched his hips off the table, moaning loudly. Fortunately for Phil, he didn’t really have a gag reflex anymore. He easily took Dan’s whole length and bobbed his head a couple of times.

Just as soon as he started going down on Dan, he went off completely, to Dan’s dismay.

“Please, need more,” Dan whined, squirming on the table restlessly.

“Be patient, my lil girl,” Phil said, moving lower to kiss and lick at the faint stretch marks on Dan’s inner thighs.

Dan strained his neck to look down himself and see what Phil was doing. He was writhing on their dining table half naked, and Phil was at the edge of the table between his legs still fully clothed. He felt exposed and he loved it. His cock twitched and a little precum started leaking.

When Phil was sure he’d kissed every inch of Dan’s plump flesh, he stood up and observed his boyfriend. Dan was looking up at him with blown out pupils, his mouth open and chest heaving.

“So good for me, aren’t you baby?” Phil spoke softly.

Dan nodded, his hips thrusting the air slightly. “Only for you, senp-,”

He couldn’t even finish his sentence as Phil shoved two fingers into his mouth. He enthusiastically sucked on them, only now realising he’d forgotten to have a tube of lube ready. But he was too impatient to ask Phil to get it from their bedroom, and he figured Phil wasn’t patient enough either. So he sucked hard on Phil’s fingers, licking them and getting them as wet as he could with his saliva.

Meanwhile, Phil pushed Dan’s knees up with his free hand so they were bent at Dan’s chest. He smiled when Dan’s stomach formed rolls, and he squished them affectionately. He moved Dan’s panties to the side to expose Dan’s hole. He pressed down on Dan’s tongue and when he felt like his fingers were sufficiently slick, he removed them, hearing a pop as Dan’s lips smacked.

He slowly pushed his fingers into Dan’s hole, and Dan threw his head back as he moaned whorishly. With his other hand, Phil unzipped his pants and let his hard cock free. With his fingers still inside Dan, he moved to the side of the table to reach Dan’s face.

“Lube me,” Phil instructed and Dan turned his head to his side.

He craned his neck and sucked on Phil’s cock, moaning around it. He made quick work of coating Phil’s cock with his spit, rushing so he could get Phil inside him faster.

Phil’s fingers brushed against Dan’s prostate, and Dan keened around Phil’s cock. He moved off of Phil.

“’m ready, please now please,” Dan begged incoherently.

“Shh babe,” Phil cooed. He moved back in between Dan’s legs and removed his fingers.

In one swift motion, Phil slid his saliva slick cock into Dan’s stretched hole. Both of them moaned loud. Phil moved all the way in til his balls rubbed against the lace covering one side of Dan’s butt. He stilled to let Dan adjust to the intrusion.

Not long after, Dan was moving his hips desperately. “Move please,” Dan begged, and Phil obliged.

Phil started a slow pace, but he gradually moved faster. “Such a tight pussy, feels so good,” he praised, “and you’re so pretty babe.” He pulled on the lace panties and let it snap back onto Dan’s hip.

Dan was grunting as the force of Phil’s thrusts caused him to rock on the table. “All for you, senpai,” he breathed out.

Phil moved Dan’s legs to wrap around his own waist. Dan dug his heels into Phil’s hips, trying to bring him even closer. Phil then rested his hands on either side of Dan’s head, staring deep into his boyfriend’s lust blown eyes as he thrusted in and out of him.

Dan pulled on Phil’s tie, bringing him down to meet his lips. He opened his mouth and let Phil dominate the kiss, moaning as Phil bit on his lip. He wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck, not allowing Phil to go even an inch away from him.

They continued kissing, only breaking away occasionally to gulp in some air before locking lips again. Phil’s hands roamed on Dan’s body as he fucked into Dan, stroking and squeezing Dan’s stomach rolls and thick thighs around his waist, feeling the lace stretched tight around Dan’s groin.

Dan felt so full, first from the food and now from being filled by Phil’s thick cock. He loved being filled by Phil, for Phil. He moaned in pleasure and clenched his ass to get the same reaction from Phil.

Phil’s thrusts increased in pace and intensity as he felt his orgasm approaching. He brought his hand to Dan’s achingly hard cock and Dan moaned gratefully as he finally received the much needed touch.

Phil started stroking Dan’s cock and made sure all his thrusts angled right against Dan’s prostate. Dan screamed out Phil’s name, his nails digging into Phil’s back as he was overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Make sure you don’t stain your pretty dress or lace, baby,” Phil warned as he pumped Dan’s leaking cock fast.

Dan moaned in response, feeling his lower muscles tighten.

“‘m gonna,” he rasped out.

“Go ahead, baby,” Phil answered, still thrusting into Dan relentlessly.

Dan immediately spilled over Phil’s hand, strings of cum pooling onto his stomach. He cried out as he came, shaking with the force of his orgasm. Phil was still fucking into him hard, and he trembled from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Phil stroked Dan through his orgasm, making sure to milk all his cum out. He groaned and grunted as he came deep inside of Dan a moment later, slowly rocking his hips as he rode his orgasm out.

“So hot, baby girl,” Phil moaned as he finally pulled out of Dan and tucked Dan back into his panties.

Dan whined at the loss, suddenly feeling very empty. He kept his legs hooked around Phil’s waist, not letting Phil move.

“Tsk tsk, what a mess you’ve made, love,” Phil said.

Dan looked down at himself. “But I didn’t stain my outfit,” he proclaimed proudly.

“That’s good you didn’t, but look at your dirty tummy.”

Phil bent down and lapped up at Dan’s cum on his stomach, and Dan moaned at the sight. His soft cock actually twitched at that. He squirmed as Phil’s tongue tickled his skin there when he licked and swallowed Dan’s cum. After Phil was done lapping up Dan’s cum, he placed soft, loving kisses on Dan’s now clean tummy.

“You’re so perfect,” Phil murmured against Dan’s skin.

Dan managed to grab a hold of Phil’s now loose tie and pulled Phil up. Phil moved up and Dan pressed a kiss against Phil’s lips, licking and nipping Phil’s bottom lip.

When they pulled apart, Phil rested his forehead against Dan’s.

“I love you,” Dan murmured.

“I love you too,” Phil replied, feeling Dan’s warm breath against his lips.

Phil prised out of Dan’s grip and slowly pulled Dan to sit up on the table. He carried Dan to the bathroom, already excited for cuddles in the bath.

“I knew this was your fave outfit that I got you, I’m so glad we’re keeping it,” Phil commented, giggling when his boyfriend’s cheeks turned pink.

What I enjoyed most from writing this was finding a way to drag Phil for refusing to do liveshows this year lmao. also getting myself some sushi to reward myself for finishing it :P

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{Prepare of bowls Sushi rice.

{Make ready of sheets Nori seaweed.

{Get of Tuna (sashimi grade).

{Prepare of Imitation crab sticks.

{Take of flowers Nanohana.

{Make ready of pieces Steamed shrimp.

{Prepare of For the Edo-mae tamagoyaki (traditional rolled omelet for sushi).

{Prepare of Eggs.

{Get of ●Sugar.

{Get of ●Mirin.

{Get of ●Sake.

{Get of ●Soy sauce.

Instructions to make Doll's Festival Seafood Futomaki Sushi Rolls with Nanohana:

Add sushi vinegar to freshly cooked rice inside the rice cooker and mix it quickly. Transfer to a shallow dish, and cover with a dampened cloth once it has cooled..

Microwave the ● ingredients, mix together thoroughly, and let cool. If you don't have dashi broth, just add a little bit of dashi stock granules to water..

Coat a pan with oil (not listed), and make a tamagoyaki. Wrap up in a bamboo sushi mat to let it cool and shape it. The tamagoyaki won't cook through if you cook it in low heat, so be careful..

Quickly boil the broccolini, and shock it in ice water. Throughly squeeze out the water..

Cut a slit into the stomach of the shrimp to straighten it out, as you would when making deep fried shrimp..

Wet your hands with water, and place 1/3 of the sushi rice on top of a sheet of nori seaweed. Make sure not to spread out both of the ends too thinly. It will thin out when you wrap it..

Lay the delicate broccolini, shrimp, and imitation crab in the center. Lay the tuna and tamagoyaki on top..

Use the front end of the rice to wrap up the ingredients, and roll up after squeezing tightly..

You will get a cleaner cut if the rice and ingredients are tightly packed together, so let it sit for a while wrapped in the sushi mat..

When cutting, cut the rolls by moving the knife back and forth in a sawing motion, and wipe the blade with a wet cloth between each cut..

So that's going to wrap this up for this special food doll's festival seafood futomaki sushi rolls with nanohana recipe. Thanks so much for reading. I am confident you can make this at home. There's gonna be more interesting food in home recipes coming up. Remember to save this page in your browser, and share it to your loved ones, friends and colleague. Thank you for reading. Go on get cooking!

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How to Behave in A Japanese Restaurant?

Sushi is most probably the most famous Japanese food. The term "sushi" applies to rice that has been cooked and not fresh fish, as is most generally thought. Sliced new raw fish is known as sashimi.

Japanese cuisine is the finest in the country, and Tokyo has been known as our world's cuisine for quite a while now. You can try the best Japanese food NYC like sushi or Ichiran ramen USA which will give you a new taste. It is a must-tasting cuisine for a foodie that you can try at the best Japanese restaurant in New York.

You probably don’t know much about the Japanese table manners which you have to follow at the top Japanese restaurants. Let go through some helpful tips below:

1. It's also good to meet your host as you enter a Japanese food restaurant.

2. If you choose to see how your food gets cooked, you may request to sit in the sushi bar.

3. You can request your sushi chef to arrange the best Japanese food NYC like sushi or Ichiran ramen USA explicitly. The rest of the things, such as beverages and miso soup, can also be ordered from the waiters.

4. The sushi chef at the best Japanese restaurant New York can be very active at peak hours. Try to ensure you don't interrupt him if he can't talk to you.

5. Upon entry in a Japanese food restaurant, a hot wet towel called oshibori may get provided. Using it to wash your hands before dinner. Don't use it to clean your nose! Once you're finished with it, fold it up the same way it was offered to you and put it aside.

6. Do not rub your chopsticks together in the top Japanese restaurants, because it's a way to inform your chef that his utensils are small.

7. Do not move food from chopsticks to chopsticks.

8. Don't put your chopsticks straight in your rice. It's a sign of death rituals.

9. Once you have done dining, place the chopsticks parallel to your plate on the holder given. If the holder is not there, leave it on the top of the soya sauce plate.

10. If you've got your chopsticks covered in paper, make sure you still place them back after you've done dining. This is a good move for the waiters, and they're not going to have to handle the chopsticks you're using.

11. Don't bring wasabi on a tray of soy sauce. Alternatively, take up a tiny quantity and place it right on the sushi rice underneath the fresh seafood.

12. Don't ever mix wasabi with your soy sauce. It is perceived to be bad etiquette in Japan.

13. Nigiri is always tough to eat with chopsticks; it's safe for you to eat it with the help of your hands.

14. Sushi is meant to get consumed with one piece. Don't break the salmon into half; it's like breaking the cook into two pieces. When the nigiri is too growing, ask the itamae to render them smaller.

15. If you don’t see a spoon around when you get your miso soup, just pick up the bowl and drink it.

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Fandom/s: Rune Factory 4 Character/s: Arthur, Dylas Kink/s: Mild Hunger, mild Stuffing, belly rubs and some burps Plot: Arthur got so caught up in his work, he forgot to eat - again... Dylas, the cook Porcoline’s new apprentice, brings him his lunch to his office, but it’s so much food they decide to share it.

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GlllrrRRruurRRrrgrh...

Even though the noise of his hungry, whining stomach cut through the peaceful silence like a sword, Arthur didn’t acknowledge - no, not even notice it. His belly had been loudly complaining for several minutes already, desperately trying to remind him that it was lunch time, but the young prince had, once again, completely forgotten the time as he’d been indulging in his work. He couldn’t help himself, his new job was just so interesting! Trading all kinds of items was simply much more enjoyable than the princely deeds he usually had to deal with, especially the people he met and the stories they had to tell. Currently, Arthur’s attention was on a pink dragon’s scale, brought to him by a young woman who lived side by side with the monster. In her own house apparently! How fascinating! He couldn’t help but wonder if living under the same roof as a dragon caused any issues at all…

The sound of the rain’s rhythmic drumming against the windows was strangely comforting, causing the prince to lean back in his seat and close his eyes for a moment. They were burning a bit from how long he’d been focusing on his calculations already… While he reminisced about what he had spoken about to the lady, a rough knock on his office door harshly brought Arthur back to reality.

“Y-yes?”, he stuttered, completely caught off guard. The door opened, and Dylas, a man around his age who had only recently come to Selphia, entered the room, carrying a tray with food. He was a tall and gruff person, the complete opposite of Arthur, but just as hardworking and sincere, which the former prince found to be very noble. His story was an interesting one as well… A monster who turned into a human. His horse like ears and tail were a leftover proof of that fact… As much as Arthur would have liked to ask him about what it was like, how it had happened, Dylas claimed not to remember anything about it.

“You didn’t pick up your lunch”, he said, his low voice sounding bothered.

Oh, how embarrassing! Arthur just now remembered… He had a tendency to get lost in his work and forget about eating.

“Thank you, Dylas… My sincerest apologies. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now!”

As if on cue, his stomach let out another sharp, but luckily rather quiet gurgle, causing Arthur to blush and bite his lower lip. Dylas’ furry ears twitched a bit, he glanced at the prince’s middle… Right - Dylas still had some monster genes in him, his hearing was probably enhanced…!

“How could you not when your stomach’s screaming like this?”

“I’m afraid I got so invested in my work that I didn’t notice it…”

Dylas shook his head and shot Arthur a look, before placing the tray with his food on his coffee table. The server wasn’t much of a talker, so it was hard to tell what he was thinking, but he must be wondering about why he forgot to eat so often. Was the trade business really that interesting? Dylas wasn’t particularly good with numbers, and he wasn’t fond of apparent rarities either.

“… Eat it. Porcoline made it for you.”

Which was very special, considering the fact that about half of Porcoline’s food barely made it past him. The fat cook was his own best customer, it was a struggle for poor Dylas to try and get his dishes to his customers, but he had a heart of gold and clearly cared for the two men. Of course – otherwise, Porcoline wouldn’t have taken Arthur and Dylas in, despite being complete strangers.

“Thank you Dylas, I will”, Arthur gave him a grateful smile, making the corners of the man’s mouth twitch up for a moment as well. He was awkward, but he was trying.

Arthur went back to calculating how much profit he could make off the scale… but it seemed like Dylas wasn’t going to leave yet. He still felt his presence, from the corner of his eye he saw that the cook apprentice wasn’t moving, so he looked back in his direction.

“Is there anything else you need?”, he asked friendlily, causing him to blush a bit.

“… Aren’t you gonna eat?”, Dylas asked, now making the trader blush as well.

“Oh, I was just going to finish this first…”

“And forget about your food again?”

Touché. Arthur was ashamed to admit it, but this had actually happened several times before, so perhaps he should put his work aside for now… His poor stomach let out an intense gurgle, as if to agree. It was so drawn out and loud this time that Arthur could practically feel his skin vibrating, and he gasped softly as he covered his middle. How embarrassing… How un-princely.

“Please excuse me…”

“Tch. … That wouldn’t happen if you ate properly.”

GuuUUURRRRgle…

Arthur raised his eyebrows in surprise – this time, the noise hadn’t come from him. It was Dylas’ stomach that had roared in response to his own! Or was it the scent of the food on the coffee table…? The monster man shamefully averted his eyes, a bit of panic flaring up in his expression. Who was he to scold Arthur, when he was the one who forgot to eat even though he was surrounded by food all day?

“Haha… I suppose we’re both ready for lunch!”

Luckily, the prince seemed to take it with ease at least… still, Dylas was terribly embarrassed, wishing he could just vanish right now.

“Yes… I’ll go see if Porcoline has any… leftovers.”

“Leftovers?”, Arthur chuckled a bit as he rose from his seat. The always hungry cook having leftovers was a pretty ridiculous thought by itself, but it was also kind of endearing to hear that Dylas was so humble. He’d rather eat leftovers than ask Porco to cook for him, even though he pretty much viewed him like his own son.

“Would you like to share with me?”, the blond man asked as he glanced at the tray. As much as Porcoline was a caring person – when his food actually made it out of the kitchen, it was always way too much. A large plate with several kinds of sashimi, a plate with assorted, grilled vegetables, and a whole cheesecake for dessert… there was just no way Arthur could eat all of that alone. He wasn’t even quite sure if they would be able to eat it together.

“Uh… would that be ok?”, it seemed even Dylas realized just how much food this was… well, if Arthur already offered it… that sashimi looked delicious, and his stomach was cramping a lot, threatening to roar again any second.

“Of course! Come have a seat with me!”, Arthur smiled at him, and gently took his hand, guiding him towards the table. A bit of a blush creeped onto Dylas’ cheeks – usually he only saw Arthur very excited when he was talking about glasses or trading. Could it be that he genuinely enjoyed spending time with him outside of business matters?

“Porcoline is wonderful, bless his heart, but he cooks me way too much food”, the young prince chuckled as he sat down to eat. Before Dylas could even ask him about extra cutlery, he was already eating the sashimi with his fingers – the traditional way. Honestly, sometimes the server was intimidated and maybe a little jealous of how open Arthur could be. How… himself. The server struggled with showing his feelings, and he felt awkward when he was surrounded by people. Even though the townsfolk here in Selphia was kind and welcoming, he was afraid they could dislike him for who he was… but being around the un-princely prince made him feel more at ease.

“Ohh, that salmon is delightful!”, Arthur cooed, gesturing Dylas to take a seat as well.

“You need to try it!”

He didn’t hesitate anymore, also reaching for a piece and eating it with his fingers… it felt a bit embarrassing to do, but the amazing flavor soon covered that shame up entirely. It was so buttery! The softness, the fish almost melting in his mouth, with the delicious flavor spreading in his mouth made him smile… Food really was art.

Even though Arthur took a moment to watch Dylas’ reaction, he was just too hungry to wait for a verbal response – he grabbed the next piece and some sliced turnip. Judging by the color, it was tuna… Even though Arthur was already eating, his mouth was watering, and his stomach continuously grumbling, begging for more.

“This is some good fish…”, Dylas sighed softly. Sashimi was one of his absolute favorite foods anyway, but the way Porcoline prepared it was unbeatable.

“Mhm!”, Arthur nodded, he didn’t want to speak with his mouth full.

They sat in silence for a while, simply enjoying their meal together. Now that their worst hunger was quenched, they could entirely focus on the flavor, and the satisfaction of swallowing down bite after bite of the carefully prepared lunch. Arthur closed his eyes as he chewed… he enjoyed the simple combination of fried vegetables and raw fish more than any ultra expensive meal he had been served back in his kingdom. Especially with the ginger and soy sauce on the side, it was like a trip through a huge variety of flavors he’d never experienced before. Even Dylas, who made himself sashimi almost every day, seemed to feel the same way…

Very soon, the sensation of “art” in their mouths was replaced by the warm, comfortable fullness that settled inside their bellies. As incredibly delicious as their shared lunch was, their stomachs didn’t have endless capacity (like Porcoline’s sometimes seemed to have, hence why he cooked so much). Arthur realized they had somehow cleaned both plates, even though they’d been so full before that he had wondered if they could even eat it all together. Apparently flavor really helps you eat more…

“Damn… that was pretty good…”, Dylas leaned back a little… luckily, Arthur’s sofa chairs were very comfortable, which felt nice for his taut belly right now. He was visibly bloated, and the prince couldn’t help but glance at his middle… he wondered if his vest felt tight against his swollen gut. Maybe because Arthur’s clothing was so loose and wide, he sometimes couldn’t help but wonder if other people were uncomfortable after eating.

“We’ve still got dessert”, he chuckled, pointing at the cheesecake. Dylas groaned a little, indicating that there was no more room left… but there was always room for dessert, wasn’t there… especially when it was cake.

“Would you like some Relax Tea with it?”

“Yes please…”, maybe that would soothe his belly a bit… Arthur got up, gesturing him to keep sitting. The merchant didn’t like when people took work off his hands, and Dylas looked so comfortable in his seat right now, he didn’t want to make him get up.

While Arthur went into the kitchen to prepare the tea, the waiter stayed behind, carefully placing his hands on his middle. He felt huge, as if he were a few months pregnant or so… well, not really. But he’d definitely eaten a lot more than he usually did… He wondered if anyone would notice once he went back to work… What an embarrassing thought…

When he heard the door opening, he quickly removed his hands from his belly again. Arthur entered his office with the tea, whistling a little as he put it on the table. Didn’t he feel full at all…?

“Thanks…”, Dylas mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed about how much he’d overdone it… he didn’t know that Arthur also felt pretty bloated, he was just better at hiding it. Plus, he didn’t have a tight vest pressing against him.

“Uurrp…!” – regardless, the young man couldn’t suppress a belch. Dylas was surprised to see the prince covering his mouth with three fingers, his cheeks growing rosy.

“Excuse me… I ate a bit too fast…”

“It’s fine…”

It really was. Dylas was kind of relieved to see he wasn’t the only full one… Much to his dismay, though, his belly started to groan out loudly as it started digesting.

“My, sounds like you also need to burp”, Arthur chuckled teasingly, making the horse man grow beet red.

“Shut up”, he hissed. If there was one thing he hated more than having a noisy belly in front of other people, then it was having to belch in front of other people… in fact, Dylas felt so awkward he mindlessly grabbed a slice of cake and started stuffing it into his mouth. It tasted fantastic… but his stomach complained already before he’d even swallowed. Maybe not the best idea…

“I’m afraid the cheesecake will have to wait a bit”, his friend suddenly said, as if he has read his mind.

“What? … You that full?”, Dylas asked as if he hadn’t been thinking the same thing just now. Before he knew it, the entire slice had vanished inside him… and he felt even more bloated than before.

“Indeed”, Arthur laughed wholeheartedly.

“Feels like I’m gonna burst!”

“Really… mmmRRRP!”, even though Dylas tried to keep his mouth closed, the belch didn’t want to stay inside… The merchant smiled understandingly at the violently blushing, blue haired mess in front of him.

“I heard a massage can aid digestion”, he suggested.

“A massage? … You’re not gonna bring out some expensive massage table from God knows where now, are you?”

“No, of course not”, Arthur laughed.

“But I do know some pretty good massage techniques to help with an upset stomach, if you could use them?”

“Who says I could use them?”

GrrooOGRRrrrrhnnn…

Dylas winced and averted his eyes, that was so embarrassing… but the former prince didn’t seem to mind at all. Instead, he got up, and positioned himself above the young cook, almost straddling him. “Hey, what the-“

“Would you mind if I unbuttoned your vest? I can’t reach your belly very well…”

No, Dylas didn’t mind… but he was awfully tense as Arthur’s hands brushed against his middle. It felt relieving to have this uncomfortable tightness removed, but also awkward… luckily, Arthur didn’t think about it half as much as he did. He simply wanted to help him out.

“Please try to relax”, he smiled, and Dylas nodded quickly… even though his cheeks were glowing.  The merchant’s hands felt warm and nice on his belly, especially when he started kneading it with his thumbs, rubbing it in a downwards motion…

“Uuurrp…”

“Very good, let it all out”, Arthur smiled.

“But…”

“Look, we’re both just men, aren’t we? I’d rather have you be belching and comfortable than polite and in pain.”

He knew it all too well what it meant to be forced to hold it in, and how painful it could be. Even though everything inside Dylas screamed not to do it, he allowed himself to drop the tension, and Arthur could finally properly massage him. He was really good at this actually… where did he learn that? Even though the man’s belly was loudly grumbling and bubbling underneath the prince’s fingers, he had to admit he felt better already… For several more minutes, Dylas softly burped into his fist and mumbled awkward apologies afterwards, while Arthur had slowly worked his way underneath his shirt… The stretched skin of the monster man’s belly felt hot, and yet so soft and sensitive, reminding the prince a little bit of Dylas’ personality.

“Do you… uh… want me to…”

“Hm?”

“… You know… rub yours too…”

The waiter’s voice almost broke as he said that… Even though Arthur was a bit surprised, he was grateful for the offer, too.

“Well, if you’d like to!”

Just how was he so open…? Dylas couldn’t understand it… but he had a lot of respect for it. He got up to trade places with Arthur, who gratefully sat down and leaned back. He wasn’t half as shy… he quickly unbuttoned his coat, exposing his middle to him right away. Hopefully Dylas wouldn’t hurt him by accident… he was a bit anxious about copying his massage technique, but honestly, the merchant was just grateful to feel the warmth of his touch… “Mhhm… that feels nice…”

Dylas felt his blood rush to his cheeks at Arthur’s soft moan. He really shouldn’t feel this way, should he. His touch was a little rougher, but this was exactly what the young man needed… it coaxed out a deep belch, and Dylas’ surprised ear twitching made him laugh.

“Excuse me, that one needed to get out!”

“Better out than in, huh.”

Dylas was smiling too! So he could smile after all! Arthur’s heart skipped a beat. What a sweet smile he had, too…

“Thank you… I feel much better already.”

“Good to hear…”

“I think I can handle a slice of cheesecake now. You too?”, Arthur winked teasingly, and Dylas groaned out again at the mere thought. But he was still smiling. Well, as long as they could still spend some time together… it was nice not to only talk about business matters and when Arthur forgot to eat once again. Maybe he really was the closest thing to a friend he had in this town until now…

“I’ll just take a cup of tea…”

“Wonderful! Let me pour us some, then!”

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Here’s our newest menu that goes live tomorrow!

This menu is a culmination of decades of hard work—that I couldn’t have done without your support—that are real and tasty solutions to the problems that have come to define our times.

The menu ordering platform won’t be done for ten days so text me on my cell and I’ll make it happen. Text me with any of your questions too: 310 720 0709

This is my love letter to you, my friends, and all the other people and living things we share the planet with. Thank you!

MIYA’S SUMMER 2020 MENU

WELCOME TO MIYA’S!

Today, in a world where our cruelty

to our fellow human and to other living things has given rise to a pandemic, living and eating in a way that helps heal our suffering planet is the most important thing we can do with our lives; and, it just so happens that doing it all a better way—which takes hard work, sacrifice, commitment, and openness to change—makes life so much more fulfilling and delicious! I’m confident you’ll taste the difference in everything we create for you in our humble little kitchen

In the year 2150, people will be eating in a way that is healthier not only for their bodies but also for our whole planet. People will be eating fewer animals, since they will have learned that a plant-based diet is the healthiest way to eat; and they will hunt and farm animals in a way that is more humane. At Miya's, you will experience a kinder and more caring future, where sushi has evolved to become a way of eating that honors and celebrates all life on Earth

Chef Bun

SUMMER HOURS 2020

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday

4 to 9pm

If you know someone who is hungry, lonely, or sad that could use a nourishing meal to cheer them up, let me know, and it will be on the house

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OUTDOOR SEATING

In the interest of protecting public health, our outdoor dining is available by reservation only, with orders placed a day in advance. Each table is intended for people who live together. For people who want to get together—but don’t live together—we can arrange tables in a socially-distanced but still fun and engaging kind of way. Food and beverages will be served in compostable take-out containers—picnic-style. Tables will be positioned 6 feet apart. During rainy days, we will have seats available beneath our awning, which are our orchestra-level seats

Please make reservations through our ordering platform at miyassushi.com; and feel free to text me if you have any questions: 310 - 720 - 0709

MIYA’S SUMMER 2020 MENU

Please help us keep our food waste and operational costs lower by ordering a day in advance. If you forget to, we won’t hold it against ya

GREENS, BEANS, WEEDS & BUGS

EDAMAME

Steamed organic soybeans

4.5

SALAD DAYS

Organic leafy greens and watercress in a wild ramp ginger sesame carrot dressing

Small 5

Large 8

BUZZIN’ BACON

Like a cross between bacon bits and roasted nuts. Made from super-nutritious black soldier fly larvae raised on Miya’s leftovers.

Add to your soup, salad, or sashimi

3

CHIRPIN’ CHICHARRÓN

Wild grasshoppers, roasted and seasoned with spices and citrus.

Add to your soup, salad, or sashimi

3

MOM’S POTATO SALAD

The best in the world

8

CHILLED TOFU SALAD

Organic tofu (made locally at The Bridge) with a ginger and green onion soy dressing

8

CANNONBALL SALAD

Georgia cannonball jellyfish seasoned with a sesame vinaigrette

8

Due to climate change and ocean oxygenation, jellyfish—a low calorie, protein and collagen-rich food—are poised to take over; so we should learn to enjoy this food that used to be the food of royalty in China for millennia. Jellyfish has one of the most incredible textures of any food

SEAWEED SALAD

Roasted sesame-seasoned wakame and ogonori. Served with quick-pickled cucumbers

10

This ain’t the highly processed, sugary, day glow-green seaweed they fed ya. Only real seaweed, a treasure trove of micronutrients, flavors, and textures

FROM THE STOVE

RICE

Multigrain

1.75

AGEDASHI

Organic tofu (made locally at The Bridge) in a kelp shiitake broth

8

TOKYO FRO

Crispy potato curls with a spicy tomato aioli sauce

10

KARMA VIRTUE CHICKENOTS

A box of chicken-less Southern fried chicken—made from spore-bearing wild toadstools/farmed oyster mushrooms

Small 8

Large 14

UDON

Plump wheat udon noodles with kelp shiitake broth

Just noodles and broth 8

With tempura veggies 12

RAMEN

Wheat noodles in our spicy home-grown Szechuan pepper miso broth

Just noodles and broth 8

With sautéed veggies 12

THE HEALTHIEST NOODLES EVER

High-fiber, zero-calorie, slippery and jiggly konyaku noodles in our spicy homegrown Szechuan pepper miso broth

Just noodles and broth 8

With sautéed veggies 12

SUMMER SOBA

A big bowl of chilled buckwheat noodles topped with shredded cucumber, carrots, daikon, red cabbage kraut, green onions, avocado, seaweed salad, and tofu. Your choice of roasted sesame sauce or chilled ginger broth

14

FROM THE SUSHI BAR

PLANT-BASED SUSHI

Health-optimized recipes for herbivores featuring seasonal vegetables, edible weeds, nuts, and whole grains

UMEBOSHI ONIGIRI

Ancient Japanese recipe of pickle plum stuffed rice ball

3.25

KISS THE SMILING PIG

Sweet potato, mango chutney, sunflower seeds

8

CHINESE SUPERHERO

Broccoli and salt-cured Chinese jumping beans

8

KILLER SQUID

Rhode Island-style spicy calamari-fried-udon-noodles

Tastes just like fried squid!

10

HOT-HEADED COWGIRL

Coconut, cashew cheese, apricots, and Japanese pickles

13

SUSHI SALAAM

Roasted eggplant—a native species—combined with invasive butterbur and a medley of vegetables

13

Through arts, literature, science, and religion, the cultures of the Middle East have been profoundly influential worldwide. Rumi, the 13th-Century Persian poet, who no doubt dined on Ghormeh Sabze, wrote some of the greatest love poems of all time. Our recipe, Sushi Salaam, incorporates tastes and aromas that would have colored Rumi’s world over 700 years ago.

As-salāmu alaykum translates to “peace be upon you” in Farsi and Arabic. This recipe was created in the hope that one day we will live in a world without violence and retribution

GINGER EGGPLANT TERIYAKI MAKI

Eggplant and a medley of vegetables with ginger teriyaki sauce

13

HOWE STREET BLOCK PARTY

Baked invasive garlic mustard falafel, eggplant, and miso tahini

13

SUSTAINABLE SEAFOOD SUSHI ROLLS

ASHKENAZI ONIGIRI

Ancient Lost Tribe of Japan’s recipe of Great Lakes smoked whitefish stuffed into a rice ball

3.25

CATCH OF THE DAY

A surprise of something fishy!

8

BAD-TEMPERED GEISHA BOY

Fried New Zealand green-lipped mussels

8

SILVER CARP

Kentucky invasive Asian carp seasoned with Thai pepper, sesame, and flying fish caviar

10

KRAKEN

Fried Rhode Island squid

10

THE BEST SCALLOP ROLL EVER

Massachusetts deep-sea scallops, flying fish roe, avocado, Korean chili

15

BAGELS & LOX

Bristol bay sockeye salmon, plant-based cream cheese, green onions

15

CHESAPEAKE SOFT-SHELLED CRAB

One whole fried Maryland soft-shelled crab, Old Bay seasoned and served with a side of tartar sauce

18

THE BEST LOBSTER ROLL EVER

A grain-free roll of steamed Maine lobster, cucumber, fresh dill, wrapped in fresh daikon radish

30

PLANT-BASED SUSHI MEDLEY

Health-optimized recipes for herbivores featuring seasonal vegetables, edible weeds, nuts, and whole grains

Light meal: 12 pieces, 3 varieties 12

Big: 20 pieces, 6 varieties 20

SUSTAINABLE SEAFOOD SUSHI MEDLEY

Ocean-friendly, health-optimized recipes featuring Kentucky invasive carp, Massachusetts scallop, Rhode Island squid, Maine lobster, New Zealand mussels, and the catch of the day.

Light meal: 12 pieces, 3 varieties 15

Big: 20 pieces, 6 varieties 25

SASHIMI

HAPPY FISH SASHIMINOT

Fish-free, vegan and organic soybean sashimi

8

THE WORLD ACCORDING TO CARP

Kentucky silver carp served with a spicy citrus and wild onion soy sauce

14

DESSERTS

DREAMCATCHER MOCHI

Mugwort mochi stuffed with sweet azuki bean

2.25 each

GOOD SPIRTS

FLAMING COCK

Set the patriarchy ablaze with Chef Bun’s Flaming Cock, a spicy sake-based elixir made from a proprietary combination of ingredients grown and foraged on Miya’s Farm. Every sip of Flaming Cock ignites your inner desire to make the world a better place and sponsors the work of people who fight for social and ecological justice. Pour some Flaming Cock out onto the ashes of the old world, and raise a glass to those building it anew!

Bottle 17.5

FARMHOUSE RED or WHITE WINE

An organic Sonoma Valley wine that goes perfectly with our sushi

Bottle 18.5

GINGA NINJA BEER

Black Hog Brewery’s gingery IPA that goes fabulously with our cuisine

Can 2.25

BEVERAGES

PINK KNOTWEED LEMONADE

Invasive knotweed, fresh lemons, and stevia

Pint 5

SASSAFRAS

Wild sassafras root, soda water, and stevia

Pint 5

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Ever since my friend pulled me to a Japanese restaurant 10 years ago, I have been obsessed with sushi. From salmon to unagi, my favourite has got to be Hana Maki. The popping of the shrimp roes in between your teeth as you feel the soft and creamy texture grazed against your tongue. That thought alone got me salivating. However, with the recent pandemic happening, going out for sushi is not the brightest idea. Thus, we get them delivered.

Sushi Delivery Singapore

Sushi Delivery Singapore is the first restaurant-grade sushi and sashimi delivery service in Singapore. They offer a wide variety of Japanese dishes with over 10 different types of maki, donburi, appetisers and more. They also offer various party sets and sushi for large gatherings. Their most popular dishes include Salmon Aburi Maki, Avocado maki and Unagi Don – all of which would be included in this review.

The ingredients for their dishes are freshly sourced from Osaka and Hokkaido. They are the most popular regions of Japan that provide the finest sashimi. These sashimis were then air-flown to Singapore using the latest freezing technology within 18 hours to ensure maximum freshness. Aside from that, the chefs will only prepare your food upon receiving your order. Cooked food is sent within the hour to ensure you get fresh and hot food.

All orders will be delivered within 45 minutes of your order at a flat rate of $5.90.

Hana Maki 

Sushi Delivery Singapore has their fishes specially air-flown from Japan daily.  Using the latest freezing technology, the fishes are kept fresh during the transportation and storage process. One way of determining the freshness of the fish is to order sashimi. However, I always find sashimi to be too little for my big belly. Thus, I order the next best thing, a set of Hana Maki.

The Hana Maki are sold in a set of five. Each piece contains a thick chunk of sashimi and an abundance of mayonnaise and shrimp roe on top of velvety sushi rice. This is a definite must-have for salmon lover. The salmon sashimi is immensely thick and fresh. The moment I sank my teeth into the sushi roll, I was able to enjoy the rich and smooth meaty texture melting in my mouth. The sweetness of the salmon fills my taste buds. I had a wonderful time savouring the dish. Everything was perfect but I did find that there was too much mayonnaise on the rolls. However do take note that, I am not a fan of mayonnaise in general.

Salmon Aburi Maki

Blow-torched to perfection, the Salmon Aburi Maki is the perfect choice for salmon fans. Sweet tamago chunks, wrapped in thick slices of sashimi, the salmon aburi had a smoky and creamy taste to it. The sauce has a smooth and rich texture to it while the filling has a hearty texture. 

I enjoyed the sensation of the fish roes bursting in my mouth as the mentai sauce fills my tastebuds. The top of the salmon was torched to perfection while you are still able to taste the fresh sashimi at the bottom. I like how I could taste all the savoury flavours from the different ingredients complimented each other in a single bite. This is by far my favourite sushi from Sushi Delivery SG. The Salmon Aburi Maki comes in a set of 8 pieces.

Avocado Maki 

To balance out the savoury palette, I threw in the Avocado Maki in the mix. Wrapped in a layer of creamy avocado, the rice cradles the sweet tamago, kani and crunchy cucumber strips within. The maki was then completed with a dollop of mayonnaise and fish roe.  

The avocado was perfectly ripe and it did not disintegrate when I bite into it. It tasted buttery and creamy, alongside the sweet tamago. Consuming the avocado maki felt more like a sensory adventure. The dense avocado at the top alongside the soft kani and tamago in the middle allow the crunchy cucumber to stand out and shout its name. The best part was when the shrimp roes at the top popped like tiny firecrackers. The moment I hear the crunch was the moment I felt all sensations heighten. It felt like a party in my mouth. The Avocado Maki was a great sensory experience. All makis come in pieces of eight.

Samurai Unagi Aburi Maki 

Glazed in a layer of mentai sauce, the Samurai Unagi Aburi Maki is the inquisitive dish in the mix. With a piece of cream cheese on top of the tenderly grilled unagi, the Japanese rice and seaweed hugged the Tamago and Kani in its embrace. The high-quality freshwater eel was lightly grilled and blow-torched to give the maki a smoky flavour. Accompanied with the cheese and mentai sauce, the rich and creamy texture foes well with the tender tamago and crabstick in the middle.

The freshwater eel was air-flown from the Mikawa Isshiki region, a region that is famous for the high-quality freshwater eel. I like how there’s no fishy smell when I bite into the maki. I was surprised by how well the creamy cheese compliments the maki perfectly. The saltiness from the cream cheese combined with the umami flavour from the eel allows the subtle sweetness from the Tamago and Kani to shine and tickles one’s tastebuds. It was a hidden gem. Like the previous maki, the Samurai Unagi Aburi maki comes in 8 pieces.

Tamago Maki

If you prefer simple bite-size sushi as a palette cleanser or appetizer, maki rolls are the way to go. With selections from Kani, Kanpyo, Kappa, Maguro, Oshinko, Salmon and Tamago Maki rolls, there’s no monotony when it comes to maki rolls.

I chose the Tamago Maki rolls for Tamagoyaki is a special kind of egg that I simply can’t replicate. This Japanese rolled omelette is a thick grilled egg made with dashi in a rectangular tamagoyaki pan. Some recipes involved soy sauce and mirin but everyone has their tamagoyaki recipe which makes trying out Tamagoyaki Maki rolls a new experience every time. Although the Tamago maki only consisted of 3 ingredients, the recipe of the Tamagoyaki can make or break the sushi. 

Sushi Delivery Singapore has created a scrumptious rolled omelette. Densely packed, the tamagoyaki brings a sweet aroma to your mouth as you bite into the bite-size maki roll. To consume this in between the flavourful salmon and unagi maki makes this a great palette cleanser as I swap from one sushi to the other.

Unagi Don 

If makis aren’t enough to fill you up, go for donburi. Sushi Delivery Singapore offers premium donburi at affordable prices. From Salmon Aburi, Bara Chirashi to Beef Yakiniku Don, there’s a wide variety of quality donburi for everyone to choose. Since Unagi donburi is my father’s favourite, I’ve chosen that bowl to brighten up his hectic day.

Imported from Japan, the fresh unagi supply comes from the Mikawa Isshiki region. A region that is famous for its distinctive freshwater eel. The eel was then tenderly grilled and glazed with a special caramelised unagi sauce that is guaranteed to bring a smile to your face upon the first bite.  Finally the delectable unagi was placed over a bed of warm and fluffy Japanese rice, transforming into the luxury Unagi Don that you see.

Sushi Delivery Singapore review

All in all, the delivery timing was impeccable. The Unagi Don came piping hot and the makis came cold and fresh. They were the perfect temperature for consumption upon receipt. I love the unique flavours that each maki have. Additionally, they were very generous with the ingredients and sauce on the makis. It is wonderful to have big mouthfuls of sashimis instead of an overwhelming amount of rice. On top of that, plenty of utensils, soy sauce and wasabi were given in the delivery package as well. 

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