summary: you + akira + cooking class = a disastrous blend of awful food puns and flirting.
tw: innuendos, sexual tension, akira and reader are gross and should get a room...
rating: T
word count:1.4k
a/n: repost from old blog. college au. basically the fic where i throw all the stupid food puns i can think of in and hope for the best. if anything is lacking for that, pls at least enjoy the last line < / 3
The day your partner for Intro to Basic Culinary Skills walked into class nearly a foot taller, with a tan, dark-rimmed eyes and unruly hair, it became clear that his appearance wasn’t the only thing that had radically changed about him overnight. His personality had also shifted, became more... perverse, bold. Akira Fudo was no longer the blushing, stumbling freshman that you had remembered. Needless to say, you were fascinated with the change.
You had always been the type to drop innuendos and flirt with anyone really, but Akira had made for an especially fun target because he got flustered so easily. While your classmates at first thought you were picking on him specifically because he seemed hopelessly inexperienced, you had much purer intentions--you thought Akira was cute. It pleased you to see his wide eyes or red cheeks, to hear his nervous laughter at your jokes.
But now, with this new version of him, it appeared you’d met your match.
The initial re-introductions had gone over as smooth as one could imagine, with several of your classmates expressing sheer disbelief at Akira’s transformation, and your professor even having to triple-check the roster to prove that it was him. Despite that, you’d still scrutinized every aspect of his new appearance until he raised a brow.
“You know, if you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he offered cockily, and you stumbled. Your gaze inched back towards the task at hand, as you blinked rapidly.
This was definitely not Fudo--maybe he’d been replaced by some kind of alien? Either way, you figured it was rude to ask, and he was still your partner for class. Whoever this was, Fudo or not Fudo.
“Crack two eggs into the bowl, then whisk for ten seconds,” you read aloud from the cookbook. So caught up in scanning the accompanying illustrations, you failed to see the downright devilishexpression cross Akira’s face.
“And how do you like your eggs? Scrambled?” He leaned in closer to you, his voice dropping several octaves. “Or fertilized?”
You let out a choked sound, your head snapping towards his amused face. Did he just...! You looked away as your professor walked past, pretending to busy yourself with the task. As soon as he was out of earshot though, you cleared your throat.
“D-Depends. What’s the chef’s suggestion?”
You met his gaze, and it was dark with promise.
“Well...” Akira shrugged, resting his elbow on the counter. “Your choice. We could start with the scrambling, and then head straight to the fertilizing.” He seemed to take great amusement in seeing your mouth fall open, if his shit-eating grin was anything to go by. “Depends how rough you want it to get,” he challenged, reaching over to grab the whisk from you. As he did, you couldn’t help but notice just how easy it was for him, how much longer his limbs had gotten.
Jeez, what was he now? Close to six feet tall? And that cocky smirk...
When did Akira get so hot? And how?
“What’s next on the list?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. He snickered as you stuttered out the instructions, before typing his apron back and getting to work.
“You’re pretty tongue-tied.” The observation cut through to you, and you frowned. You were sure that anyone in this situation would be a bit surprised that their meek partner turned into some kind of jacked-up flirt oozing with sex appeal overnight. Did puberty even hit this late?!
“I’m still processing your, ah, new look,” you said.
“Heh. That’s not the only thing that’s changed.” You titled your head curiously. “Gone are the days you can make passes at me,” Akira started, gaze focused on the task ahead of him. “Because I’m not just going to stand around like a blushing virgin anymore.”
That was a challenge if you heard any. And while your competitor had caught you off guard with his fierce display of wit, you would rise to meet the occasion, you decided then and there. Class quickly devolved into a competition of who could outdo the other in the age-old classic: food innuendos.
The next class, you were mixing frosting for cupcakes that Akira had already shoved in the oven, when you had an idea. You dipped your finger in the batter before licking it off slowly, making sure to maintain eye contact with your partner as your tongue circled your digit. “Mmm. Delicious.”
Akira’s gaze narrowed, his mouth parting. Before you could blink, he flicked a whole wad of batter at your chest, where it landed in a streak of goop. “Whoops,” he said, sounding not at all apologetic. “My bad. Guess you could say I made a mess with my baby batter.”
You wiped it off your shirt with a paper towel he handed you, ignoring his snickering. “S’alright. I’m sure it’s hard for you to focus around my fat, juicy buns.”
He snorted, but not before you caught sight of his gaze lingering on your chest, a piece of information you decided to tuck away for later. As if on cue, the timer for the cupcakes went off. Despite the both of you fucking around, they turned out as close to perfect as anything you two had made.
He took a bite into one, groaning at the taste. “Damn, that’s moist.”
You waggled your brows. “Wanna know what else is, Fudo?”
It continued like this for another month at least. Once a week you and Akira would attend class, don your aprons, and wreck sheer torture on any of your classmates unfortunate enough to overhear your overt flirting and innuendoes. Pretty soon you two had cleared a space towards the back of the class just for yourselves.
“Need me to toss that salad of yours?”
“Damn Fudo, how are you even able to handle that meat?”
“What’s wrong? Cookie tray won’t fit in your tight, little oven?”
“How am I supposed to make a full-course meal when your ass is such a snack, Akira?”
But after that month, your professor had unfortunately caught on that there was something brewing between you two, especially after hearing you tell Akira to “tenderize you like he did with his meat.” He kicked the two of you out with fogged-up-glasses and cheeks ablaze, telling you to keep things professional in the classroom, citing the code of conduct for students. You and Akira stared at each other for a second, both of you covered in flour from your disastrous attempts at making katsu, before bursting into laughter.
With midterms a week away, this would certainly not bode well for your grade, but paradoxically, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.
“I would pin the blame on you, but to be honest, it’s mostly my fault,” you admitted as the two of you walked out the building.
Akira raised a brow at you, shoving his bag over his shoulder. “Yeah, you’re the one who’s been making passes at me since the start!”
“I... Look, I don’t deny that! But I didn’t expect to be outmatched.” You sighed as you made your way outside. You sank into a bench as he stood, shoving his hands into his pockets and staring down at you.
“Bet it took you by surprise.”
You appraised him. He looked the picture of unruffled bad boy. Despite the flour dusting his black shirt. “You did. Pulled the rug right out from under me. Your mind is dirtier than a gutter’s. Mine is the gutter, for reference.”
He snorted. “Don’t say that. You’re pretty nasty yourself.”
Your gazes met, and after a pause, you said, “I mean, I’d totally let you use my easy ultimate bake oven, if you know what I mean?”
He smirked. “Is it because I’m a ‘whole ass rack of meat?’” he said, throwing one of your very innuendos back at you.
“Well, yeah, of course. But honestly? I would’ve let your little bacon-ass self tap it too.”
Akira looked surprised at this revelation, before he seeming to latch onto something, leaning forwards.
“So, you do have it bad.”
“Not as bad as the guy whose been aiming batter at my chest all semester.”
“Heh. Thought you wouldn’t notice.”
“It is. More than a little obvious, Fudo! Know how many shirts you’ve ruined?”
He shrugged before sending you a sly look. “I do have an oven back at my place, too. Wanna get to baking?” he asked, stretching a hand out towards you.
While it turned out you two did little cooking and more of sloppily making out inside Akira’s dorm, you did manage to practice one cooking technique.
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Hello again! Could I get a scenario where the darling is super emotional and cries all the time. She's not particularly scared or trying to be manipulative, just cries really easily. I thought it'd be interesting to have Ash from black Butler, Kanike from Tokyo ghoul, Shiapouf from hunter x hunter, and any other emotional yandere who you think fits. Crybaby vs crybaby. Thanks!
I’m currently on a vacation so I had to keep this limited to only a few characters.
▫️Tears are droplets of innocence, at least the tears that you spill are. It is a sight that he would even consider beautiful if it wouldn’t be for the grief that is piercing the essence of his soul when he sees you spilling tears of purity. Initially Ash mistakes your tears as a sign of fear, a thought that tightens his heart with anxiety and self-hatred but he doesn’t wish to bother you with his problems and keeps the stress and anxiety to himself, leading to emotional meltdowns when he’s all by himself. He’s convinced he’s doing something wrong every time you start crying and that behavior is hard to shake off even when he eventually figures out that you are just a very sensitive person. The sensitivity of yours is only more of what makes you so pure and perfect in his eyes. It is your tendency to cry so easily though that leads Ash to cuddle you even more all to not overwhelm your fragile feelings and to keep all anxiety and stress away from you. He will worship tears of happiness and joy but he will damn everyone, including himself, if your tears are ever caused by sorrow.
Shaiapouf
🎻His demeanor really depends on what stage of his obsession he is in already. If he’s still in his earlier stages where he overloads you with tons of expectations to be perfect Shaiapouf is going to be the main culprit for your tears. He may pretend to be nice but the disappointment due to your lack of self-control is written all over his face. He’s strict and his words are harsh, belittling you and even using his abilities on you to calm you and your tears down. If we’re talking about Shaiapouf after he has properly embraced his obsession things look quite a bit different. He’s using your sensitivity to manipulate you further into his arms, actively encouraging the overwhelmed meltdowns so that he can be the one to smother you and help you to calm down. He was born a servant, he needs to be needed by you and it just so happens that you need him too. That is at least what he tries to indoctrinate into your mind with attentive touches and sweet lies. What used to be a burden in his eyes has now turned into something precious and sweet which only gives him more reasons to isolate and protect you. After all the world outside would only overwhelm you.
Kaneki Ken
🔲Kaneki is already very fidgety and nervous, frightened that his darling is simply going to despise him and view him as the monster he thinks he is deep down as well. So the first few weeks after the abduction aren’t pretty. He knows that you tend to cry easily, his heart always tightened and hurt when he stalked you but it is still so much worse when he is the cause of your tears, especially knowing that those aren’t happy tears. You may as well have poured acid over his skin and it would have hurt him less than watching you spilling tears because you are frightened of him. His stomach is churning and worms are feasting through his pained heart, his own vision blurry as he stutters out apologies, longing to reach out for you yet terrified that you would only flinch away from him and only break his bleeding heart more. It is this initial trauma that has him trembling whenever you cry long after you’ve gotten through the worst parts and your tears are no longer his fault. His presence is hovering over you as soon as Kaneki senses that you’re crying, terrified that something or someone upset you.
Fudo Akira
👿Even after Akira’s transformation he has remained the crybaby boy he has been since his childhood. He’s highly sensitive and it is very likely that he may even start crying together with you when you start spilling tears first. At first he is a tad bit ashamed of it. In this new body of his he was hoping to be able to toughen up and to be your pillar of comfort yet his own tears get stained in his own tears the moment he sees you as he is just weeping with you, no matter whether you’re sad or very happy about something. Akira starts getting more comfortable the moment he realises that you actually seem to take comfort in the fact that even someone as intimidating and tough-looking as him has a very sensitive soul. So he just starts crying with you to comfort you and help you to regulate your emotions. If there is a negative reason behind your tears and it happens to be a person as well Akira may just pay them a visit later for some civilised talking but he prioritises you always first by comforting you before he weaponises his new strength and appearance. He hates it when your tears are those of grief and fear after all.
When you normally go out he is always by your side. And when I say by your side, I mean by your side. Not only is it for protection reasons, but he doesn’t like the way people will try to flirt with you, man or woman. And when he feels as though your flirting back in front of his face, he’ll make sure you remember who you belong to. “F-fuck please! You know I didn’t mean it to come out that way!” You would cry as he’d fuck your sopping pussy, choking you to silence you as he fucks you.
“Shhh, just take it, maybe this’ll help you think before you react next time, yeah?”
Content: modern au, lil angst to fluff, misunderstanding; Ryo, Akira, and you are roomates, oblivious reader
Description: Ryo just can't believe how oblivious you are.
Notes: requests for someone on wattpad, tysm !! Missed writing for Ryo I hope its not too ooc
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Ryo and Akira had just asked if you wanted to have a movie night with them, as it had been a while since you all could get together and relax.
Even though you were all roommates you had all been too busy to have some time for yourselves, so this was a perfect opportunity for that.
The two of them were about to go to the kitchen and make some popcorn and bring some snacks but you beat then to it, rushing over to the kitchen and opening the bag seal of the popcorn open.
As you put the popcorn in the microwave you look at the two of them with a frown on your face as they chat happily on the couch, you wished that was you.
Why couldn't it be you.
You knew it was his decision, but you only hoped that maybe in another life, things would be different?
The two of them chatted on the couch as they waited for you to bring the snacks.
Quickly, you grab the popcorn and run towards the couch. Trying your best to keep the happy expression on your face as you see them both grabvfor the popcorn and seeing Akira looks at Ryo with a grin.
You look to the side, not even at the TV, and think about how things could be.
Ryo grabs onto you, a small smile set on his face as he looks at you.
"Are you liking the movie?"
"Oh, uh, yeah. It's good." You say and try to concentrate on the movie.
Ryo look at Akira with a confused face, they both knew that's not how you usually talked, something was off.
It was so obvious he was trying to get closer to you in that moment, how did you not notice? Ryo asked himself.
Ryo wasn't one for talking, but he defenetly showed his emotions through actions.
So him grabbing onto you was not something he did to just everyone.
He shook the thought away and continued to watch the movie with Akira and you by his side, trying his best not to think about the way you were acting.
He knew you liked him, and he thought he had given you enough confirmation that he liked you back too but nothing seemed to work.
You were so oblivious yet he refused to confess.
Soon the movie had ended and you were going to your respective rooms to sleep.
Akira had long gone to his room saying something about needing to talk with someone urgently. Leaving you and Ryo sat on the couch.
You grab the bowl of popcorn as fast as possible so you had something to do but Ryo grabs your hand, placing his hand on your shoulder and pulling you onto the couch again.
"Talk to me." He says as he looks down at you, body now leaning over with a stern face.
"Its nothing Ryo, don't worry-" you try to move Ryo away but he doesn't budge.
Instead this time he sends you a glare, he knows something isn't right.
You sit there in silence as you try to come up with the courage to tell him, he only stands there and waits, knowing it might take a second.
"Do you- do you like Akira?"
Well that was certainly not what he expected to hear from you.
"Excuse me?" If looks could kill, you'd be 6ft under.
You eyebrows raise at his reaction, is he really shocked you would think that or is he pretending?
"I said, do you like Akira?" You repeat, this time more stern as you look up at him, still sitting on the couch.
He grabs at the back of the couch, now leaning over you and staring at you with a glare.
"You are such an idiot, did you know that?"
You looked like a fish out of the water, opening and closing your mouth repeatedly.
"I cant believe I like you" he says and leans away from you, now looking out the big window in your apartment.
What did he just say.
It repeated in your head over and over, maybe you had heard him wrong?
"What did you just say?" You ask as you stand up in front of him.
"Dont make me repeat myself, you know what I said"
Ryo looks at you again, arms crossed but the glare that was directed towards you was gone now and replaced with a more calm face.
"You like me?"
He only nods and waits for an answer, he acted so calm you envied him.
Your mind was going a million miles an hour, speeds that were probably non-existent, this man had you wrapped around his finger.
You can barely contain your excitement; "Ryo I like you too"
"I know"
Now it was your time to glare at him.
"Why didn't you confess earlier then?" You ask
Ryo walks closer towards you before slinging his arms over your shoulders; "I wanted to see how it would play out if you confessed instead"
He smiles 'innocently' before looking down at your lips and sees you do the same.
You both look at each other before you press your lips against each other, you tried to suppress the smile set on your face but nothing worked. Soon enough having to pull away from smiling so much.
The two of you part and Ryo grabs onto your pajamas; "Glad you finally noticed how much I liked you, let's go to bed now you idiot"
Soo enough you rested together in bed and snuggled up to each other before drifting off to sleep.
Just wait until you find out this was all planned by Akira, he couldn't stand to see you pining after each other for so long.
You sit in Ryo’s apartment, watching tv. He sat next to you on the couch doing his usual work not paying much attention to the world around him. Suddenly the TV shut off, the lights following soon after.
Ryo looks around him before closing his computer and sighing.
“I think the power just went out” He says
“No shit sherlock.” You deadpan at him as you bring the blanket on your body closer to you.
Ryo got up from the couch, walking over to the kitchen and grabbing a flashlight. He sits down on the couch about to grab his computer again but he looks over at you.
You’re looking out the window, watching the snowfall and the lights twinkle in the sky. You shiver from the cold ever once in a while.
Ryo scoots closer to you, his body warming up yours. You sign into his chest and close your eyes enjoying the moment.
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Hai hai! May I request morning sleepy cuddles or late night sleepy cuddles hc (or one shot- up to you) with Akira Fudo?? 🥺🥺🥺 he deserves so much love. Thank you!!
I love when yall request akira 🥺🦋
he’s been up for a while, scrolling through his phone, staring at the ceiling, staring at you. he’s never been good at sleeping, especially since he became Amon. the blood, gore, the fear forever engraved in his mind and it never seems to go away. sometimes the thoughts, the nightmares get to be so much he feels like he’s suffocating.
until he looks over. seeing you, a literal angel snuggled up next to him, gripping his shirt in your hands. your face is peaceful, calm and completely undisturbed. he’s amazed— and a bit jealous. he’s amazed at how quickly you can fall asleep dispute everything. he’s never able to understand how you can fall asleep next to a demon and feel so unbothered. that’s love, he guesses.
you rouse a bit in your sleep, shifting yourself and snuggling into his warmth a bit longer. it’ms always super cold this time of year. “you starin’ at me again, Aki?”
“you act like I do this every morning.” he scoffs, bringing you a bit closer to him so he can rub your back.
you coo, kissing his chest through the cotton shirt he’s wearing. it’s a little too cold in this apartment for the both of you. “you do!”
“whatever” he chuckles, honestly a little too tired to think of a comeback. it’s quiet again— the hustle and bustle of the city below and the soft white noise on the tv all the was heard. you press a few kisses to his neck, heart nearly bursting at the way he tried to suppress his giggle from you touching such a negative spot.
“are you hungry?” hands untangling from his shirt to move to his hair. it’s soft, and smells a bit like the autumn season in a coffee shop.
“a little, yeah” he feels your body move to get up and he tenses. “no!!! don’t get up i wanna stay here you’re really warm.”
“okay but sooner or later we have to get up, okay?”
Hey guys! To be a bit more organized, I’m putting together this list for kinktober 2020. If you would like to make a suggestion for a day that is blink, please do!
Soft for You (Pegging / Yosano x Reader)
Mon Lapin (Dirty Talk / Laurent x Reader)
Devout (Mind Control / God!Fyodor x Reader)
Her Throne (Face Sitting / Haru x Reader)
Twilight (Corruption / Maruki x Reader)
Misbehavior (Edging / Atsushi x Reader)
Jealousy (Humiliation and Spanking / Jotaro x Reader)
Never Too Tired (Creampie / Trevor x Reader)
False Love (Gaping / Risotto x Reader)
Baneful Ache (Cockwarming / Naga!Dio x Reader)
Connection (Aftercare / Yuki x Reader)
Perfect Delusion (Dubcon / Shadow!Akira x Reader)
TBA (Breeding and Squirting / Akira (DMCB) x Reader)
TBA (Blood Play / Fyodor x Reader)
TBA (Hierophilia / Priest!Yusuke x Reader)
TBA (Bondage / Alucard x Reader)
TBA (Gun Play / Shinjiro x Reader)
TBA (Coercion / Shigure x Reader)
TBA (Begging / Sylpha x Trevor)
TBA (Breath Play / Weather Report x Reader)
TBA (Knife Play / Abby x Makoto)
TBA (Voyeurism / Aigis x Reader)
TBA (A/B/O / Trevor x Sylpha x Alucard)
TBA (Threesome or Oral / Dazai x Reader x Chuuya)
TBA (Double Penetration or Pregnancy / Melone x Reader x Ghiaccio)
TBA (Temperature Play / Dragon!Hatori x Reader)
TBA (Cuckolding / Angel!Bruno x Reader x Devil!Abbacchio)
