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marvelsswansong · 4 months

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Imagine corio seeing a woman flirt with r he’s so confused cuz he’s used to disgusting men after her only

no but like seriously 🌞👉👈

Corio isn't oblivious to the fact that there is a price for dating someone as beautiful as you. Namely, that others - doesn't matter if they're complete strangers or close working colleagues - will secretly want you, with some of them even being bold enough to try and entice you.

This is all much to his annoyance, as he tries being very public about the fact that you're his. Think constant arm around your waist, aggressive kisses in public, loudly calling you 'darling' from across the room. But that doesn't seem to deter everyone.

Especially not the types of men in the Capitol.

If he's feeling calmer that day, he might just stop at glaring at the man whilst pulling you away by the waist, or knocking the breath of you by suddenly grabbing your face and kissing you fiercely for the crowd of men to see. If he's in a sour mood, or it's been a hard week, you have to be careful to keep an eye on the blonde in case he flies into a fit of rage and his mind starts to scan the room for whatever is sharp and capable of causing damage.

"Sometimes I feel as if I have to babysit you." you would tease after one particularly harsh night, where you and Corio get thrown out of a house party after he smashed another man's face into the wall and then proceeded to twist the man's arm to the point of almost breaking a bone. Granted, the man had been extremely aggressive towards you and making very inappropriate comments, but it'd been rather awkward to see the stranger be carried onto an ambulance whilst the head of the household ordered the both of you out.

Chest heaving and knuckles still bruised from the impact, he'd just kiss you again, his tongue tasting of copper.

"Can't help it. You're too pretty." he whispers, and all your criticisms of him would fly out the window.

But Coriolanus is always less guarded when it's a woman around you. After all, you have so many best friends who are women, you spend so much time around grandma'am and Tigirs, and so on. He just associates women being around you with platonic love and comfort.

So when you leave him to go get some drinks at the bar, a fancy upper east side bar you've been begging to go to, he's too busy searching the room for potential men who approach you to notice the red haired woman beelining towards you. She bumps into you 'on accident', pink champagne spilling over the tip of the glass just a bit - a light splash on your jeans, but nothing too bad.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." she quickly says, grabbing a nearby napkin to hand it off to you. Coriolanus watches the interaction from the back of the club, the specifics of your conversation with her unintelligble over the loud music, but he doesn't think anything much of it. Even when the auburn haired woman's fingers brush against yours whilst exchanging the napkin.

He watches as you smile politely at her, probably telling her that it's okay, before turning around to the bartender to make an order. The woman next to you continues to talk to you through out the exchange, which again doesn't raise any red flags to Corio.

After all, women are very friendly by nature. It's normal that someone, especially a stranger who feels bad for spilling a drink on you, wants to continue to talk to you.

You don't think much of it either on your end, other than thinking that she - Clara, she tells you her name after a soft giggle - is very nice.

It's only when the drinks arrive and the woman stops you, lightly sitting you back down and brushing away the hair from your eyes, that Coriolanus starts feeling rather odd. The sudden wide eyes on your face and the red haired woman's smirk, before she slides you a piece of paper from her back pocket and lets you go, raises a lot of questions in his mind.

His top options? Something along the lines of bribery or illegal drugs. Or maybe she's using you to get something from him. Or maybe she wants something from your family.

What he doesn't expect, is for you to come back totally speechless, fingers deftly hanging onto the small piece of paper. You look somewhere between embarrassed and shocked, refusing to meet your boyfriend's eyes as you sit down next to him. He frowns at that, patting his lap instead.

Normally, you'd sit on his legs without a second thought. This time though, you hesitate.

"What'd she want? Drugs? Mone-" he growls, only to be cut off by the stranger.

"So you weren't lying. You do have a boyfriend." the red haired woman cuts into the conversation, now sitting on the velvet chair across from you. Coriolanus swears his jaw almost drops when the woman laughs seductively, winking at you whilst uncrossing her legs.

"You can sit on my lap instead, honey."

"I, you- I just-" Coriolanus starts speaking in an attempt to swear or scare her off, but his mind totally blanks.

You've never seen your boyfriend this flustered. His pale complexion breaks into a dark shade of red, his usually stern gaze darting back and forth between you and the woman, his speech stuttered and jumbled. It's YOU who ends up having the composure to let her down gently, holding out the paper with her phone number out towards her and informing her that you love your boyfriend very much and you're not that interested.

She pouts at that, and it makes your boyfriend's jaw clench so hard his face aches.

"Aw... alright, darling. But keep the paper. You know, just in case you wanna play."

With a wink and a hair flip, she disappears into the dark crowd of sweaty bodies and loud music. It's only then that your boyfriend snaps into action, taking the paper into his hands and shredding it to pieces.

"She called you darling." he snarls, angry. "Only I get to call you darling."

You just giggle, kissing away his sour expression, before tugging at his sleeves.

"Come on, forget about it. Let's just dance." you say, the alcohol in your veins still making you feel buzzed. He complies, never being able to say no to you, but the entire night, he can't help but hold you very close and glare at everyone who approaches you or even looks at you.

Regardless of their gender.

Now, he has to protect you from everyone, he thinks.

BONUS SCENARIO (later in the night)

You've had one too many drinks and yell into Coriolanus' ear that you really need to go to the bathroom. You clutch your handbag and stumble into the corridor, leaving your boyfriend alone by the bar. A stunning blonde woman slides into the empty seat next to him, glossy lips parting to ask a question.

Thinking she's going to hit on him, he raises his right hand, stopping her on the spot.

"I'm not interested, sorry."

The woman scoffs at that, ordering a tequila shot and almost glaring at him.

"Neither am I, genius. I was just wondering if you knew the name of the cutie who just went to the bathroom."

The moment you come back, he practically drags you out of the bar and hails a cab back to the apartment.

He's had enough of women trying to steal you from him. At least for that night.

a/n: hope you guys like this small type of blurbs too in between major fics hehe

#summer answers asks #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow imagine #thg x reader #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you #this took so long for me to answer im so sorry nonnie hopefully it is to your liking <3 #1k

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fairyfuyu · 2 years

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Oh you also just started reading the MHA manga too? I’m currently behind on the tv show. I left off at S4 & a friend of mine spoiled some BIG stuff in S5 sooo I now can’t f****** watch it for a long time bc it’s replaying in my head. This also means I can’t read the manga bc this also reminds me of the spoiler……And now I’m forced to avoid reading fanfics most of the time…..I’m trying to forget about by to create obsession over a new show but FOMO is no joke😭…..

But on the bright side I took up this series called “Chainsawman” and FINALLY started watching “Demon Slayer” so these are taking my mind off of MHA. I’m sorry about this random rant but it’s weirdly nice to see that I’m not alone here.

spoilers will always getcha 😩😩 i spoiled for myself something that happened in the mha manga post anime so thats why im reading it now ekxhskwb i just couldnt not figure out what/how it happened and all that and now i am ……. unwell

like.. its so good…….. but man does my heart be hurting with every fucking chapter

csm is so so good tho !!!!!!! aki is a literal angel i love him so much 🥺 and i havent watched ANY of the new season of demon slayer im so behind (shh dont tell anyone) but classes have just been killing me😩im so happy it’s officially summer break for me (well… after tomorrow…… but djhckshd practically the same thing) and you best believe i will be watching SO many series on my watchlist (fruits basket im looking @ you)

also this totally doesnt have anything to do w what you talked about nonnie but now you got me rambling so i apologize JEHDKWN but im gonna try to learn japanese this summer !! or at least start to, ive started learning the hiragana and katakana writing systems but as far as words and phrases ….. i only know how to say/write so far: おはよう！♡

THAT BEING SAID :: if you / anyone know good anime to watch / manga to read that have helped with learning japanese conversation at all (esp w kanji ….. shit is so scary theres so many characters im😵‍💫) I AM ALL EARS !!!!

#wow that was a lot #im so sorry nonnie #i am just the chatter box today it seems #but also i feel like i havent been on here at all in so long bc of finals😩😩#i miss u all #jehcjwdhwk #⋆｡°✩ letters for honey ✩°｡⋆#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ nonnie ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

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saetoshis · 11 months

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do u think jing yuan steals ur panties?? IDK IT JUST RANDOMLY POPPED IN MY HEAD ad whenever i think of jing yuan i think of u so :((

omg shut up PANTY STEALER JING YUAN???

cw; afab!reader, voyeurism, panty stealing, praise, lil bit of spit, mentions of creampie, mdni.

jing yuan gets a little kick out of being sneaky.

there’s just something that he loves about sweetly asking to do the laundry for you with a little ‘i’ll help you with chores, go ahead and relax’ while he only uses it as an excuse to snatch your panties.

he finds it almost thrilling to hide the fact that he has a small hoard of your cute lacy panties, especially when you complain to him about how suddenly so many pairs are missing. he has to hold back an amused chuckle when you ask this, and he feigns complete innocence.

at least, until one day when you catch him.

you can hear muffled sighs and grunts through the closed door where jing yuan was supposedly taking a nap in. it sounds awfully intense when you press your ear to the wood, and you wonder what exactly he’s doing in there.

behind the closed door, jing yuan is shamelessly wrapping a pair of your panties around his cock, another pair held up to his nose as he inhales your scent and falls further into a pleasured haze.

“you smell so heavenly,” jing yuan daydreams as he grunts softly, not thinking you were even home at this time in the afternoon. he wraps your panties around his length even tighter, his hips rocking into them and leaving a wet spot of precum in the process. “so sweet, mm… can’t wait to taste you.”

you gasp softly at hearing his muffled words, feeling your thighs keen together at the thought of him nuzzling his face between your legs and indulging his tongue in every inch of you.

jing yuan lets some of his spit dribble onto his cock, wrapping the lacy fabric around him again and groaning from how wet it feels - but he knows it’s nowhere near as satisfying as you. “ah, not wet enough…”

jing yuan is turning into a mess, holding your panties over his nose and mouth to suppress his groans as he ruts his hips faster. his chest shudders hard as he pictures your pussy wrapping around his cock and enveloping him in warm wetness.“d-dear god, fuck…”

you push the door open just barely, peeking through and watching him kneeling on the bed as he fucks into your now-soaked panties like he’s hungry. his face is flushed and his eyebrows are furrowed, hands shaky as he cranes his head back and spills a sticky load of white ropes into your panties.

“love cumming inside you…” jing yuan closes his eyes and lives vicariously through his daydream, chest heaving as he catches his breath and slows his hips’ movements.

for now, you act like you haven’t seen it - but later, you’ll make a mental note to buy some more panties so he can keep the ones he stole for his own fantasies.

2023 SAETOSHIS. do not copy or repost.

#SORRY IF THIS IS SHIT IM SO TIRED ITS 1 AM I SHOULD RLLY SLEEP #ILL SPELL CORRECT. N STUFF IN THE MORNING KFMOAAJAK #BUT THIS WAS HOT I NEEDED TO WRITE A THIRST FOR IT #I LOVE UR BRAIN #IM KISSING U COR THIS SO MUCH #[‹ moshi : writes ›]#jing yuan smut #jing yuan x reader #hsr smut #hsr x reader #[‹ moshi : moshi? ›]#[‹ moshi's : nonnies ›]#[‹ jing yuan! ›]

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leclerced · 23 days

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No cuz that anon talking abt riding lando made me imagine him crying from overstimulation. He gets so sensitive and can't think abt anything but how you feel wrapped around him and can't even talk anymore. His lips are swollen and wet and tears are running down his face and he is just a whimpering, babling mess and his arms are just holding you cuz babyboy just needs to feel you as close as possible.

lando can’t get enough of it, the feeling of you so close. it doesn’t happen very often but some nights he just falls into a headspace where all he needs is to feel you all over him. he needs to be overwhelmed by your touch. the only time words come to him are when you think it’s too much, he’s just shaking and crying and moaning, not responding to your questions or teasing, so you start pulling away. as soon as he feels you slipping away, his hands tighten on your hips as he babbles, “no, no, don’t stop. need to feel you.”

you'd cup his cheeks and coo, "i'm right here baby, i've got you," as you sink back onto him and he relaxes again, whimpering and thanking you when you slowly roll your hips against his and his entire body shudders beneath you. you’d brush away his tears then lean down to give him kiss, humming at the salty taste on his lips from the tears running down his face.

#ask #anon #this is like 2 weeks old lowkey i was gna write a fic ab it but i forgot ab it #so im releasing it … sorry nonnie

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narcissisticpdcultureis · 7 months

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Npd culture is joining a server for pwcluster b disorders, talking about the more ‘undesirable’ symptoms and getting chewed out for being a bad person 💀. Like- it’s a disorder- almost like it’s gonna have ugly parts.

#what the actual fuck nonny im so sorry💀💀#npd culture is #npd #actually narcissistic #actually npd #narcissistic personality disorder #cluster b

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b1mbodoll · 8 months

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hii it’s me again I’m back currently thinking about cockwarming jay while he has a full bladder, or honestly just fucking him while he’s bursting, grinding and bouncing his poor cock on your thigh because he’s so desperate

pairings: park jongseong x f! reader

warnings: omorashi + handcuffs + daddy kink

💌: lets talk asap ☝️ hihi thank u for this omg ur brain is so big for this also i was gonna do a lil cockwarming scenario but then i couldnt help myself so i hope this is to ur liking ^^ ps i didnt know how to end this so sry if it seems rushed :x

while jay is usually the one taking the lead in the bedroom and pleasuring you, he’s not opposed to letting you use him to get yourself off which is how he found himself handcuffed to your bed, cock leaking as he begged you to let him go.

but how could you when he looked so delicious?

“don’t worry daddy, ‘s okay ‘m gonna make you feel good.” you purred, straddling him and slipping his thick cock inside your cunt.

he bit his lip, handcuffs clanging against the headboard as he struggled to contain himself when you clenched around him. “d-don’t move princess, please, oh fuck! i cant-”

he cut himself off with a moan, mouth hanging open while you rode him, dragging your nails down jay’s chest before harshly pressing down on his abdomen.

“let go daddy, wan’ you t’fill me up so bad, i need it,” you mewled. the sound of your wet cunt filling the room along with your soft cries of pleasure and jay’s breathy pleas to stop moving, but you couldn’t help it!

you were so close and the thought of making him feel so good he pissed himself as he fucked you was too enticing.

a choked out groan escaped him and he started to thrust into you, matching your pace in an attempt to help you cum faster. “fuckfuckfuck, feels soso good daddy ‘m gonna cum!”

jay felt like he was losing his mind as you rode out your high. he couldn’t hold back anymore, a continuous stream flooding your tight walls as you milked him for all he was worth.

you can tell when he’s done and you’re so overwhelmed by how full you feel. “god, you’re evil, sweetheart. you’re a filthy little thing aren’t you? takin’ advantage of your daddy like this,” a faux pout adorning his face as you unlock the cuffs, leaning down to press a quick peck to his lips, “‘m sorry daddy, jus’ wanted to make you feel good.”

#thjs is filthy im so so soooo sorry #my cheeks r WARM i feel like this is a lot aaaaaa!!!!!#i feel like i strayed frm what u wanted and if i did im sorry nonnie #anyway. enjoy.#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot #💌.bondage #💌.omorashi #💌.daddy kink #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #park jongseong #park jongseong smut

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sakasakiii · 3 months

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Hi!

I just wanted to say that I love your art very much. It is so pretty. It motivates me to keep on drawing.

Also- are you okay? How are you?

HELLO NONNIE!!! sorry for taking SO long to reply to this, but thank you sm for ur concern and for taking the time to send such a kind message 🥺 I'm doing fine! like i explained in my comeback post a few days ago, i've just been really busy hahahah.... which has been somewhat of a pattern in 2022-23? man. idk how i managed to do 2 posts a week regularly for all of 2021 but take me back to those peaceful days huhuhu 🥴 all in all, i'm alright dw!!

im absolutely honoured to hear that you've been inspired by my art!! it's very humbling to know u've taken the time to get such meaningful things out of the.... whatever it is ive been making HAAHAHA 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ THANK YOUUU and i hope you keep creating!! nothing would make me happier than to see you continue pursuing ur art and i hope to see it one day for myself 🤞 HOHOOO??

i received a few more check-in asks from some other nonnies, so i'll follow up with them here ❤️ thank you to everyone who sent in things!! ur all too nice aughhh

ill throw in a lil post-angband sketch w/ amras n mae, bc i was in a mood to draw some cosy comfort things 🤗 (surviving) redheads gotta stick together !!

#rin replies #silmarillion #maedhros #amras #the silmarillion fanart #nonnies u are all TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD #sorry again if i worried anyone and for the radio silence #i come crawling back with my tail between my legs :triumph:#hiatus was... hiatusy. but i squeezed in time for self care with genshin impact???#which is in fact the opposite of self care but. life is too stressful for regrets!!!#anyways.... i hv some gondolin designs thatve been worked on so im excited to get sketching hehehe #i also have achieved Clarity and now have 1000x more appreciation for potential post-kinslaying amras and maedhros....#this is before amras hits his growth spurt/when hes still Babby #feanorians #silmart #sakasakart #the silmarillion #post-angband

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marycorcaroli · 8 months

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Please 🙏 do a romantic 🌹x reader oneshot on live action Roronoa Zoro 😍!

the first date with zoro is so romantic. he doesn't want to spend time in a restaurant or any other crowded place, he'd like to make this moment all about you, most likely he'll invite you to the seashore in the evening, when there aren't too many people, and zoro will find a place where there won't be any people at all. it will be a small picnic for the two of you, fruit and your favorite drinks, zoro wants to talk to you about many things, he will look at you with his beautiful eyes and listen to every word, he will remember everything you said, from your favorite fruit to your mother's birthday. zoro also wants to swim with you and collect a variety of shells to start a scrapbook of your favorite moments together, and the shells will be your point of departure to your paradise. at the end of your date, he'll walk you home and give you a big hug so you can feel how happy he is to have spent the day with you.

#IM SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT;((#nonnie's req <3 #nonnie ♡#one piece #one piece live action #opla #opla zoro #one piece x reader #one piece x you #zoro imagine #one piece zoro #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro #opla!zoro #my boy zoro ! !#mackenyu #mary ♡

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fivefeetfangirl · 7 months

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omg hiii!! hope ur doing good 😊 re ur tags on the post about reading a lot of time travel fics lately 👀👀 do you have any recs ? I feel like ive devoured the trope there arent any good ones left 😩

Hi nonny!!

Based on your ask it seems like you've probably read more time travel fics than me haha I just started like 3 weeks ago. And these are what I've read so far (I would rec them all, they're all very good):

crossing lines by sometimeswelose which is about s1 dean getting transported into s15. read the tags on this one tho!

in this louisiana bar by fleeceframe where s10 cas travels back to s1 dean. in the next part s10 cas travels back to s4 dean

psalm 40:2 by unicornpoe where s15 cas travels back to pre-series dean

I haven't read this one but been recced it, time has come today by teen_dean where 19 year old dean from 1998 is brought to 2020 to help with a hunt

If you have any recs for me feel free to send another ask <33 or if anyone wanna add to this post, please do!

#sorry this took some time to answer anon im neck deep in exam preparations hsjdhsjd so im not thinking completely straight about this. i #feel like i forgot some but i cant figure which ones. i even checked my search history haha #anyways. hope theres something here you havent read and again feel free to rec me stuff <33 #hope youre doing good too nonny <3 #i will fill on this post when i get time to read more time travel fics <3 #fic recs

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afewproblems · 1 year

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agree with steve not forgiving eddie! how do you think it would go when they see each other for the first time after everything? like.. I feel like steve would just tell him it’s over for good but :O

Part one, part two, part three

The record label releases a statement, something to the effect of privacy concerns, not to misconstrue or blow things out of proportion because photos can be manipulated. There is no firm denial, but no confirmation either. It's all wishy washy bullshit.

It's like Steve's heart breaks all over again.

He doesn't speak to the press, despite redoubling their efforts to talk to him, Steve unplugs their home phone permanently, wraps it up in the cord and puts it in the back of the bedroom closet.

Eddie does try calling Steve's cell, but he never leaves a message, as though he knows they would go unheard.

After the initial visit from Wayne he ends up calling his de facto father in-law once a week. It's nice, it's the one good thing that has come out of this whole situation.

And Wayne doesn't seem to mind being their go between, especially since he's a lot less subtle than he thinks, asking pointed questions about how Steve is feeling, how he's handling the LOA.

It's a relief to say the least, talking to Eddie without talking to him, it allows him to breath.

It's quiet for about two weeks, the coverage of the photo and the story has dwindled significantly and the media seem to have moved on from talking about them, finally.

Steve's LOA is almost over, he's confirmed with Liz that he can return to the classroom next week as planned which leaves him in the highest spirits he's been in all month.

But of course it can't last.

The first time Steve sees Eddie is on Conan.

It's a Thursday night, Steve channel surfs absently. He's left the living room dim, the only lights from the television and the Chicago cityscape glowing through the living room window.

He lands on NBC for just a moment and freezes when he hears Gareths familiar voice speaking.

Gareth, Eddie, Jeff, and Grant are all seated on the set couch with Andy Richter. Conan asks a few questions about their tour, their recent resurgence in popularity from the movie, their favorite Marvel characters from the franchise that skyrocketed them back into the public scene.

Its a standard interview, Conan keeps it light, easy-going, not a single mention of the infamous photo.

Logically Steve knows this is most likely a mandate from the band's manager but it doesn't feel that way, it feels like a slap to the face if he's being honest with himself.

Did he imagine it? Had he blown this whole thing out of proportion? Maybe he was overreacting.

His phone buzzes on the coffee table he's left his feet on, Robin's face and 'Thing One', brightens up the room.

Steve moves his feet to sit up properly and he mutes the television with the remote before answering.

"Are you seeing this shit?" she growls on the line.

Steve laughs, "Hello to you too," he leans into the worn cushions of the couch and tries not to think of the second empty divot in the middle next to him, "yeah I'm seeing it".

"And they're not going to talk about it at all? Like what about journalistic integrity and all that shit?"

Steve rolls his eyes and snorts into the receiver, "I don't think Late Night counts as journalism Bobs--"

"Still," she huffs out.

Robin is quiet for a second before she says softly, "you okay?"

"No," he whispers, "but I think I'm the closest I'll be for awhile," he draws a heavy hand through his hair and ignores the cameras which have now panned to Eddie who looks pensive on screen.

He's not speaking, in fact Eddie hasn't said a word the entire interview. He looks tired, his normally pale face has turned sallow and drawn with deep purple bags under his eyes that even the show makeup has not covered.

Steve looks away from the screen and ignores the dull ache in his chest.

"I'm glad that it's not all over the news anymore," he admits after a moment, "but, its almost like it never happened".

Robin hums sympathetically on the line, "Twenty-four hour news cycle, they've probably found some new scandle to follow," she's quiet for another second, "he looks like shit".

Steve barks out a surprised laugh that trails off sharply, he chews his lip for a second, "is it crazy that I'm worried about him? He looks likes he's not sleeping--"

"Steve..."

"I know, I know, I'm am angry with him and I don't think that will go away any time soon, but look at him".

The camera angle switches to a wide shot of the whole group and Eddie stands out so starkly amongst the other band members that are put together, smiling, engaged in the conversation.

Verses the silent, pale ghost that Steve doesn't even recognize.

"Do not let that kicked puppy thing let him off the hook Steve," Robin says, the words are sharp but the tone is still gentle, "he hurt you just because you had a fight--"

"Maybe it wasn't that simple!"

"Steve..."

"I miss my husband Robin, I can't, I fucking hate that he did this but I miss him so much," he says, his voice wobbles slightly as Conan holds up a large version of Corroded Coffin's latest album on the desk before gesturing to the stage area to reveal their setup to start playing.

"I feel like there's something wrong with me," Steve says, giving voice to the smallest parts of himself that have been festering inside of him the last couple of days.

The longer they're apart, the longer he refuses to speak to Eddie to more these thoughts have been creeping in. Maybe he should just let it go, maybe he can eventually forgive him and they can move forward again.

It's countered again and again by the image, the kiss.

Imagining the two of them together, Eddie with this stranger. Did he call them Honeybee, the way he did Steve? Did he hold them after and whisper other sweet nothings, promises into their ears?

It's enough to turn his stomach.

"I don't know what to do, I can't exist like this much longer, the tour is going to be over soon and then what?"

"I don't know Steve, you're the only one that can make that decision, but," he can hear the small reassuring smile on her face as she speaks, "we'll be here for you no matter what you decide, I promise".

"Thank you".

"Anytime Dingus".

***

The second time Steve sees Eddie is a month after the Conan interview.

Steve's back at work and the kids seem happy to see him, though they are sad that the 'easy' sub days are done. He's glad for the routine once more, especially with the end of the tour looming on the horizon.

Steve has spent the last week fretting over what to do, he's talked to Robin and Dustin about it, weighing the pros and cons. He's talked to Wayne about contingency plans for the apartment, if he has space for one of them to go there.

Steve is fairly certain Eddie would go stay with Wayne willingly if he asked him to, but both of their names are on the mortgage and he'd rather be prepared for anything.

It's Gareth that calls him, his name lights up the darkened bedroom while the picture of Gareth and Chrissy and Steve and Eddie at their place for Thanksgiving two years ago flashes on the tiny screen.

It's late, almost two in the morning, but Steve is awake. He hesitates before snatching the device with shaking hands and swipes a hesitant thumb across the screen to answer the call.

"Hey Gar," Steve says quietly.

He sits up, letting the covers pool around his waist and stifles a small yawn with his hand.

"Oh, Steve, I...fuck is it good to hear your voice man," Gareth breathes out, he sounds surprised, nervous, "I wasn't expecting you to actually answer this," he trails off and clears his throat.

"I wasn't asleep," Steve shrugs.

There's a pause on the line, Steve can hear Gareth take a deep breath and the hushed words of someone in the background.

"I, God, Steve, I'm so sorry, I hate that we weren't there for you," he continues, and Steve can't help but agree with that sentiment.

It's certainly felt like the only one of his friends from Eddie's circle in his corner was Wayne, he hasn't heard from any of the band members or Chrissy since this happened and he can't say it hasn't stung.

"And I know you must hate us for this--"

"Gareth, I dont--" Steve tries with a small tired voice but Gareth barrels onward, the words getting faster as he speaks.

"I won't make any excuses, we should have done better by you and the fucking label knew exactly what they were doing," he breathes out again and this time its infinitely more pained, "and I hate to do this Steve, I know you already told him that you needed more time--"

"You're coming back?"

"Yeah, we fly in tomorrow actually," Gareth says softly, "and we just, well we wanted you to know".

Steve feels his heartrate quicken, he swallows harshly against the sudden lump in his throat.

Tomorrow? Tomorrow, with no warning, no notice, and suddenly Eddie would be back. He'd be coming home...

"I want to see him," Steve hears himself say before he can clamp his mouth shut, "I...can you tell him that, I need to talk to him?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, uh," Gareth stammers out, then the sound is muffled for a moment as though a hand has been placed over the receiver, lowered voices murmur in the background and Steve feels himself drag in a sudden breath, as though he had forgotten to breath at some point.

"Okay, Steve?"

"Yeah," he whispers into the darkness of his bedroom.

"He'll be there".

***

The clock ticks slowly by, interrupting the quiet of the apartment and every time Steve looks at the clock face it's still only been forty minutes since Gareth texted to tell him they've landed at O'Hare.

It's like the clock is mocking him, the minute hand holding court over the kitchen where Steve has planted himself with a full cup of, now undrinkable, tepid tea.

He initially debated offering to pick them up from the airport, but the thought of their first meeting being so public, the thought of camera flashes and more people asking questions was enough to turn his stomach.

Even now Steve isn't sure how he'll react when Eddie walks through that door, his hands shake slightly and a flicker of anxiety runs through his chest because what if he's not alone? If he brought Gareth with him, or Jeff as some kind of backup or shield from Steve's anger.

Steve scoffs to himself at the thought, they'd seen a lot of Steve over the years, he's sure this wouldn't phase them. Maybe they'd even stand aside and let Eddie take his verbal lumps.

Steve sighs and grabs the mug from the counter before walking it over to the microwave. He sets it for thirty seconds and waits with his fingers drumming against the door handle. He opens the microwave before it beeps and presses the cancel button to reset the time before he walks back to the counter and stool he had been perched on.

Steve steals another glance at the clock and curses, make that forty-five minutes since Gareths message.

The sudden sound of a key sliding into a lock snatches Steve's attention towards the entryway.

Eddie steps through, wheeling his suitcase in behind him, he lets his backpack fall onto the doormat and softly closes the front door behind him. Eddie looks even more tired than he had during the interview, thinner as well and Steve feels that familiar pang in his chest at the sight.

Neither says anything for a moment. They stare at each other unmoving, and then...

"Hi Honeybee".

That's all it takes for Steve to jump off the stool and stride through the kitchen to the foyer, he stops just in front of Eddie, takes in his shining eyes and the sharp downturn of his normally smiley mouth and Steve's last resolve snaps into pieces.

He launches himself into Eddies arms and tucks his face into his neck, it's the first time he's felt remotely normal in the last two months.

"I'm so fucking angry with you," Steve hisses but the words sound more like a sob than anything else.

"I know, I'm angry with me too," Eddie whispers into his ear, he holds Steve even tighter as he speaks.

"I just, you're the person I talk to, about everything and," Steve bites his lip and curls his fingers into the fabric of Eddie's t-shirt, "I couldn't do that, I didn't have you, you’re my person Eddie and you took that from me, and so much shit happened here, you dont even--".

He's fully crying now, so much that it's harder to speak, but Eddie is holding him so tightly he can't catch his breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Eddie says, his voice wobbles and wanes as the words tangle in Steves hair, "if I could take it back I would, I wish I could take it back Stevie believe me".

"It didn't mean anything, it didn't," he continues, raising one hand to card through Steve's hair as he does, "I don't know how to fix this," he admits so quietly its nearly lost in Steve's sniffles and hitching breaths.

"I don't want to lose you," Steve whispers into Eddies shoulder, the material of his shirt is soaked with tears and snot but he raises his face anyway to meet Eddie's own red rimmed eyes.

"Then you won't," Eddie whispers again, he sniffs and moves his hand to cup Steve's cheek, "we'll fight, we'll fight for it and I won't give up, I won't run this time".

"I promise".

There is so much more to talk about now, so much to apologize for, but for now, they hold each other in the foyer, letting the golden Chicago light morph into the bronze orange of sunset wash over them from the kitchen window.

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Bachira….with a tongue piercing

It just makes sense

And the good use he would put it at😔

bachira who comes home from practice one day and catches your attention by his unusual behavior and looks.

any other day, he’d enthusiastically kick off his shoes, drop his bag at the door, and smother you in kisses so sweet and urgent, it’d knock your breath away. he’d cup your face in his hands, lap at your mouth with vigor for a few passionate moments — ‘ve just missed ya so much, baby, s’that so wrong? — then start to babble about on his day as you plate up his lunch.

this time around, when he comes home, it’s surprisingly quiet.

and, worst of all, there’s not even one kiss. a proper one, that is — cause all meguru gives you is a few quick pecks and a mumbled “hi, cutie”, before heading over to the fridge.

your brows furrow a bit as you take note of his hair — perfectly dry and wispy, looking just like when he first left the house hours ago — and weirdly pale face. usually, meguru takes a quick shower right after practice wraps up, not bothering to properly dry his hair off before he hops into his beloved yellow huracan and drives home — cheeks still flushed from exhaustion, eyes wide with endorphins.

today, bachira looks perfectly in tact, and it makes you stir.

“where were you, megs?” your voice startles him so much, the icy cold water bottle nearly tumbles out of his hand. “cause it definitely wasn’t practice.”

he turns around and sees you leaning against the island, arms crossed — and an amused kind of look on your mouth. (he’s in trouble and he knows it, but not because you’re accusing him. you’d never — cause he’d never, ever hurt you. he’s in trouble because he’s just done something silly.)

“huuh? i dunno what’re y’talking about, baby.” bachira tries, but the swollen muscle sits heavy in his mouth and renders his speech muffled, a thick lisp to his words.

your brows knit together, “wha- why’d you speak like that?” you sound suspicious when you close the gap between you two with a few long strides. “oh, my god. did you get hurt? you knocked a tooth out, didn’t you, meguru?”

bachira feels his mouth twitch into a grin, one that he kinda feels bad for, considering you sound more concerned than playful by this point. he puts the bottle down, cool hands resting on your waist as he breathes out a laugh.

“nope, no, sweets. i didn’t wanna tell you like this, wanted t’ make this a little surprise for ya—“

a loud gasp rips from your throat, cutting his sentence short and he cannot help but giggle upon your shocked expression — hand covering your mouth, eyes bigger than he’s ever seen them as they zone in on the silver barbell pierced right through his tongue.

“m— meguru!” you pinch his chin between your thumb and forefinger, forcing his mouth open. he obediently hangs his tongue out, proudly showcasing the new jewelry, sparkling against his swollen flesh. “you- are you crazy?!” you laugh, “how did you even think of that?”

he shrugs a bit, fingers digging into the doughy flesh of your hips as he tugs you closer to himself. meguru licks his lips, carefully so not to tug at the piercing, and gives a bit of a pout. “just felt like it,” he murmurs and leans in to nose at your neck. “can’t give my girl any kisses just yet, though.”

you slap his bicep playfully at the whine to his voice, then wrap your arms around his neck with a grin. “you got yourself into this, baby.”

bachira is an impatient man and acts on impulse instead of plan more often than not — and it so, it takes all of his self restraint not to push his tongue in your mouth for the next few days. what’s worse, he almost feels physically sick with withdrawal from the taste of you — from the feeling of your thighs trembling around his head, fingers tugging at the blonde hair at the nape of his neck as you moan oh, so sweetly.

luckily, he finds out patience has it’s perks weeks later — when you come within barely two minutes of the pretty silver jewelry making contact with your throbbing, soaking cunt <3

#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail #this turned out more sfw than not lol im sorry!!!!! but he’s so cute it popped into my mind immediately #but ohhhh he definitely puts it to good use 😵‍💫 sucks on some ice before goin down on u just to make the metal as cold as possible #uHHHSHSHSJ he’s so crazy i love him🤕🤕🤕🤕 nonnie you’re brilliant #bachira meguru smut #bachira meguru x reader #bachira smut #blue lock smut #bllk smut #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #★ ‧ ₊ after hours #bachira <3 #✧˚ · . bllk

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