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. . . synopsis: cooking a romantic morning meal with boyfriend!mydei but the cooking process is anything BUT romantic. . . . wc: 1.2k . . . notes: might be ooc, established relationship, mydei has the patience of a saint (i think), reader is slightly impatient when it comes to cooking, they (kinda) bicker like an old married couple, fluff !!

“Where’d you leave the onion powder?” Mydei asks while chopping up some bell peppers, centering his focus on twisting the placental wall out, setting the seeds aside on a piece of paper. “You said you bought some from the supermarket not so long ago.”

“…It’s somewhere alright, I tossed it somewhere in the pantry because I was too lazy to organize it and now I can’t find it.” You shrug, your voice echoing from inside the pantry, your neck hurting from craning it for too long. You stare at the intimidating variety of condiments at the top shelf and organized in a way only Mydei can understand. Probably. “I’ll…” You gulp, picking up random condiments that don’t even have labels on them. How does he even—

You sigh deeply, already starting to regret ever pitching this ‘cute’ idea to him in the first place. “Just give me a moment!!” You glance down at one of the condiments you picked— a mysterious red powder that made your nose crinkle upon sniffing its fumes accidentally. This one is definitely not onion powder.

“A very long moment…”

It was no secret your boyfriend was the better chef from the two of you, he held a cooking prowess you lacked and you were completely fine with it. Especially when that same cooking prowess is used to make sure you don’t eat the same “pathetic” sandwich every morning and evening.

You can hold your own in the kitchen as well, though you rarely ever step foot in the kitchen for longer than an hour. There was hardly a need when you often grabbed two slices of bread, slapped them together with ham and cheese in-between and left the house to go on with your day.

And even if you do magically have the time to cook, going through agonizing hours of cutting, preheating the stove, making sure you measured everything properly— all on an empty stomach??

Yeah no. It was a fate you never want to go through… so you might as well let your boyfriend handle it!

And besides, watching Mydei cook was a treat in itself. The way he carried himself around the kitchen with silent confidence, the way his brows furrow in deep concentration when following recipes online, only for him to ditch the methodical way and resort to winging the measurements instead?

It was nothing short of mesmerizing.

The same can’t be said about your shared predicament though.

“Did you end up finding the onion powder?”

“No?” You say before coughing, accidently sniffing another mysterious condiment that made your eyes water a bit. It’s garlic powder... probably. It didn't matter what the condiment was, all you knew was how it made you regret stepping foot in the pantry in the first place. “How the hell can you find your way around this…” You pause, trying to find the appropriate word that best describes the state of your shared pantry. Tapping the unlabeled condiment bottle out of mere spite. “Labyrinth?” Mydei lets out a weary sigh, setting the knife down on the counter before walking towards the pantry, already bracing himself for whatever problem he’ll end up solving himself.

“First of all, you ripped off all the labels from the bottles, making it almost impossible to distinguish each mysterious condiment from each other. And second of all, you didn’t even bother to—”

You pause the series of complaints the moment you feel his looming presence from behind, causing your eyes to widen a bit.

Oh.

Probably shouldn’t have said that.

He crosses his arms in front of his chest, staring at you with his typical resting bitch face. Utterly stoic and mildly bothered. “Hm? And what else?” He asks, raising a sharp brow at your comically wide eyes. “Go on,” He tilts his head, urging you to keep blabbering on for his own amusement. “I’m curious as to what you have to say.”

“What?” You feign ignorance, looking at your boyfriend with a look that screamed of remorse. Teeny bit of it. “Oh nothing… I was uttering nonsense in the first place!” You try to save face, only for Mydei to shake his head, uncross his arms and take initiative.

Not without humbling you.

He scans the pantry with a concentration that leaves you a bit stunned. “It’s not a labyrinth if I’m able to navigate it perfectly fine.” He states plainly, acting like your perfectly reasonable complaints were nothing but a skill issue. “I’d say it’s fairly easy to navigate if you take the time to think with your brain instead of your stomach.”

“And what is that supposed to mean—”

Mydei ignores whatever weak retort leaves your lips, his gaze zeroing in on the very item that was the reason behind your minor spat in the first place. I don’t know how they managed to miss this.

He grabs the onion powder with the silent victory of a man who knows he won his case fair and square, making a show of popping the lid open, tilting the bottle in your direction. “This is what I mean.”

As soon as his eyes land on your properly, watching how your expression scrunched up in suspicion made Mydei want to roll his eyes. It’s so obvious.

He sighs deeply, sounding a bit exasperated at your clear denial of him being in the right. You won’t let up, won’t you? “You trust me with making your food but you won’t trust my intuition when it comes to finding condiments?”

“Precisely.” You scoff. “Who knows if you’re lying to me at this moment just to make a fool out of me?!”

“Hmph. How ironic. You know I have no time for such stupidity.”

Shaking his head, he hands you the onion powder. “Sniff it, I know you’re thinking it’s garlic powder instead of onion powder, but I’m sure you’ll realize the difference once you sniff—”

It didn’t take long for you to break free from your denial as soon as the pungent stench assaulted your nose hairs, causing your eye to twitch in retaliation. Yup, it’s definitely onion powder. “…Oh. You weren’t kidding.” Mydei rolls his eyes, taking the onion powder from your hands before closing the lid. “Obviously. I meant it when I said I don’t have time to indulge in inane behavior.”

“Come,” He places a gentle hand on your back, leading you away from the pantry and into the kitchen, his eyes still keeping its sharp quality. “The food won’t finish cooking itself.”

Even if your past behavior did irk Mydei a bit, it didn’t mean he won’t ditch the delicious meal he had been learning behind your back. Why throw all his hard work away because of a minor spat? A funny one at that.

Why devoid himself of your radiant smile that grew with each bite you took? Why devoid himself the chance to savor your delicious reactions whenever he leans over the counter, wiping sauce from the corner of your lips with his thumb, leaving you a bit flustered yet content nonetheless? He couldn’t bring himself to stop cooking for you, not when his cooking was more than enough to temper your hunger and leave you thoroughly satisfied.

To him? Your happiness is what made it all worth it.

a/n: decided to cook this up as a warm up !! I feel like my writing has gotten a teensy bit stiff (this is what happens when I don't write for a bit😔 i forget my own flow and i'm forced to stare at my own writing blankly for 10 minutes until inspiration strikes me yet again!!) ngl i may come back to this post later today and tweak it so it reads,, i dunno,, dynamic and fun?? because funnily enough it reads kinda stale. i've been meaning to write for mydei for a fat minute too but i kept putting it off </3 until i got the random urge to write something for mydei out of all characters 🤔i probably wanted to write for someone new instead of writing for hugo for the umpteenth time (love him tho LMAOO) I guess i needed a palette cleanser!! and mydei was the character for said palette cleanser!! (these references to cooking is making me giggle sljdasfjn) which yes i'm still working on that silly hugo oneshot oooh noooo i didn't forget LMAOO wowie i don't have much to say,, probably cause it's currently 5 am uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i'm gonna go snook mimimi now ok ok!!

bachira can't keep his hands to himself ♡

honestly, bachira wasn't really paying much attention to what you were saying. the second he set his eyes on you, his mind went blah blah blah, proper name, place name.. backstory stuff. he's dazed—and he's not even trying to hide it with the way he's trailing kisses on your knuckles as you rambled on.

"meguru! are you even listening?" you wave a hand in front of his face, completely oblivious to the fact that your boyfriend had been shamelessly gawking at you for the past.. twenty-something? minutes. he snaps back to reality as if he'd been under a spell this whole time. "yeah, of course!" he blurts out. "those stadium seats can suck sometimes."

"i wasn't even talking about stadium seats.." you pout, clearly upset that he had been daydreaming. "see! you're lying to—"

"want a better seat?" he cuts you off without an ounce of hesitation or so much as a warning, pulling you onto his lap as you let out a surprised yelp. "baby. i love you, but would you please shut up and just kiss me already?" he's gripping onto your hands, desperate to just lean in and crash your lips together but his conscience won't allow it.

he's been so incredibly touch-starved, whispering sweet nothings with that dangerous little grin of his, and oh, his lips are mere inches away from yours now. "babe.." you clutch onto his shoulders for leverage as he left you with no choice but to straddle his lap—though you'd be lying if you said you weren't enjoying this. he nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours. "can i.."

his eyes burn with such raw desire that you've become just as hypnotised, unable to look away. you manage to hum a low "mhm" before his lips are on yours, stealing every gasp from your throat. his slender hands find their way underneath your shirt before roaming the small of your back, reverent in their touch. he's bringing you closer and you're suffocating him against the cushion—but what else can you do when close just isn't close enough?

you rock your hips back and forth, sewing your eyes shut to block out the rest of your senses. you're solely focused on deepening the kiss, trying your best to keep up with the way his tongue explores your mouth with such familiarity. he's done this a hundred times, but each time feels like the first all over again. "meguru.." you mumble into his mouth as your fingers tangle in his hair. the room feels hot and stifling, silence broken only by the sound of your laboured breaths and muffled moans.

the atmosphere intensifies with each passing second, and before you know it, your surroundings blur into insignificance and the conversations gone. he's the only thing that matters now, and all you're left with is the heat of his body against yours. just pure, unfiltered want. he finally breaks the kiss, giggling as he brushes a stray hair out of your face. "i can never get enough of you."

a/n for this absolutely GOATED request. babe the prompt was already phenomenal i barely had to write anything !! first time writing bachira tho kinda nervous

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Anyways, Could I please humbly request ftm Alexis Ness ruthlessly edging him then transitioning him to a non stop overstimulation

Aight got my dog 🦮, my bad fam!

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[ PAIRING ] male reader x alexis ness (blue lock) [ CONTENT ] kaiser's existence is stressful for anyone, but you have a way of dealing with it [ TAGS ] amab!reader, established relationship, afab!ness (in this ness has not undergone any gender affirming surgery (beware if this makes you uncomfortable in any way), pussy/cunt/dick and others used to refer to ness's genitalia, vaginal sex, praise kink, vibrator, overstimulation, cumming inside

[ A/N ] i received more requests for trans ness than i expected, not complaining though! loved your dog 🤣 (and as always, trans readers, please don't hesitate to correct me if anything here is incorrect or offensive in any way.)

Here we go, just like that, you think to yourself, slippery fingers leaving the warmth of your boyfriend to climb up the inside of his thigh, taking with them the bright purple toy. He trembles violently, legs trying and failing to close with you sitting between them.

"No, no— ah, please—" Ness pleads in despair, his throat hoarse from shouting — you let him waste his voice, always let him go from complaints to murmurs, to eventual begging without trying to silence him.

Oooo Hehehe he

He missed you so much. Sure, being in Blue Lock is fun, and he's insanely privileged to still have his spot in the facility, but that doesn't mean he doesn't miss his partner a bunch.

That's why he's taking advantage of his break by visiting you, and well, making out with you in your room. He missed kissing you so badly. He missed your taste – everything about you.

His hands snake around your waist while your lips move together in sync, and at this point, it's like he's trying to drain your soul. He'll kiss you until he's out a breath, quickly pulling away and then quickly kissing you again, repeat. He's kissing you like he's afraid you're going to disappear – spit building up in his mouth, making the kiss nastily sloppy.

He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips, swirling it against yours. As soon as he does, his breath gets more heavy, and he's moaning into your mouth. You pay no attention to it, though, thinking he may just be out of breath again or starting to get turned on.

After a minute, you slide your hand between his legs, trying to see if you can palm him through his pants so you can elicit more of those pretty moans out of him, only to be surprised when you already find it wet.

You pull back, licking your mixed saliva off his lips, and look down. You find yourself looking at a dark patch in the middle of his pants. "Bachira, did you cum?"

"Huh?" He looks down as well, staring at his crotch for a moment before looking back at you with a sheepish look, "Oh... whoops?"

because why else would he be waking you up at 2:54 in the morning?

“baby, baby!” he shakes you awake, your day already ruined before it even began.

you sigh and push his hand off, clicking your tongue, “tsk, what, meguru?”

you think the use of his full first name instead of the usual nickname would’ve done it, but bachira only smiles at you as he answers.

“i had a dream that a guy was hitting on you, so i need you to go to sleep at the same time as me so we can jump him, okay?” he giggles, explaining it like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“wha— megs…” you sigh, scratching your head in annoyance.

“don’t tell me you’re gonna let him hit on you?” he pouts.

“…fuck, okay, fine,” you roll your eyes, turning in bed.

“nice!” he chirps before snuggling up to you, finding space between your arms and squeezing in.

“what the—“

I know he's a jealous person so I've been thinking, what if the story was like Ness being jealous and bratty because they might've seen dom!reader talking or being buddies with one person and then the reader saw him being like that and reassured them with praises and mentions of breeding ? He's just the cutest guy ever......

You are absolutely perfect in my eyes, you know? Beautiful smile, tiny waist, thighs like fucking space rockets, you can take my dick, you can laugh at my stupid jokes. And you still think I would go fuck some slut? Don't be ridiculous (my husband provides the quotes, yay)

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : absolutely right!! Ness deserves the best, so everything here is very tender, loving and affectionate.

!!Warnings: SOFTdom!male!reader, sub!bottom!Ness, lots of praise, unprotected sex, implied mpreg??? (sorry, I need this), Ness has fucking thick thighs, Ness cries harder than a newborn baby, kinda yandere vibes from Ness if you squint.

Everyone writes: “We’ve known each other for years!"

But we can do better than that—let's make things actually interesting.

Here are some quick tips for writing two characters with history (without saying, "we've known each for years"):

• They reach for the same object at the same time without looking

• One of them uses a nickname no one else is allowed to use

• They start arguing mid-conversation like the first half already happened

• They move closer when the other looks uncomfortable

• One of them says, “Don’t start,” before the other has said anything

• They know exactly which buttons to press (and press them immediately)

• They unconsciously drift toward each other in crowded spaces

• They anticipate each other’s reactions before they happen

• One quietly moves something (a drink, weapon, chair) because they know the other will reach for it

• Someone might say something, and the other immediately responds with: “You’re still doing that?”

• They suppress laughter at the same time over something no one else noticed

• One character still treats the other based on who they used to be

• A certain place, smell, or song causes them to exchange a look

• Their arguments sound rehearsed, like they’ve had them before

• They touch each other casually without asking (fixing clothing, nudging, taking something from their hand)

• They stand closer than strangers normally would

• They borrow items from each other

• They bring up something embarrassing from ten years ago

• They sit in silence together and it’s either very comfortable or extremely tense

• One of them automatically orders the other’s drink

• They interrupt each other and still somehow finish the same sentence

• One starts a story and the other finishes it automatically

• They argue about the details of shared memories

• They mention people or events without explaining them

• A simple phrase or nickname triggers an entire inside joke

• They notice tiny things about each other no one else would catch

Real history sounds like unfinished conversations, old habits, and arguments that never really ended. When you show shared history (instead of telling) your characters seem that much more alive and believable.

On a similar note: Not all shared history is comfortable. Sometimes shared history means unresolved tension or an old rivalry:

• They refer to something only as “that” or “before.”

• Someone says “You know why.” without explaining further

• Standing slightly farther apart than expected

• Fingers drumming or fidgeting when they’re forced to talk

• Avoiding eye contact for just a second too long.

• A small disagreement suddenly becomes heated.

• One character reacts sharply to something that shouldn’t matter anymore.

• A casual comment triggers silence or defensiveness.

• One character starts explaining themselves but trails off

• One character makes small, cutting remarks disguised as jokes

• They still know each other’s preferences or weaknesses

• They speak in fragments when the past comes up

• They fall into familiar conversations and then awkwardly break them

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