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Tennis anywone? CXM produced the Too Faced Tennis Club with fun pink decor and special touches for beauty influencers from around the globe.
#eventdesign#pink tennis#hot pink#pinkcore#tennis aesthetic#too faced#beauty influencers#event design#event production#company x marketing#cxm#pink decor#Spotify
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I am so unbelievably pissed off. FUCK HOAs
Oh, my trash/recycling bin can't be visible except on pickup day? Ok whatever fine I hate you but I can deal with this
Weekly inspections?????? FU FU FU FU FU
SECOND NOTICE ALSO WE'RE CHARGING YOU MONEY TO SEND YOU CERTIFIED MAIL OF THIS TOTALLY LEGIT TOTALLY SECOND NOTICE OF WHAT IS ACTUALLY A VIOLATION cue me: checks notes. Hmm. My recycling bin was. on the curb. on recycling pickup day. You know. The day it has to be out. The day it is motherfucking ALLOWED TO BE FUCKING OUT AND VISIBLE.
so. 1) not a violation
I have sent them the trash AND recycling pickup schedules, which are DIFFERENT, btw
I have disputed the fact of the violation
I have disputed the linking of this "violation" to a previous violation MONTHS AGO--their "first notice" in this case was a "Courtesy Notice" LITERALLY 5 MONTHS AGO and they've done so many inspections since then and my bin CLEARLY WASN'T OUT IN THOSE INTERVENING MONTHS so WTMFH
So I am posting like a crazy person here instead of sending the absolutely deranged email I almost sent (I did send a slightly less deranged version with the disputes, and requesting a hearing)
OMG. It has been. Less than one hour since I learned this fun fun news. My bin was out YESTERDAY, y'all. YESTERDAY. I am going to blow a gasket
#it's a relatively privileged problem to have (omg i have a home truly i am grateful) but it's still a goddamned problem and i'm allowed#to fucking complain about it#in case it needs to be said#*rolling my eyes*#i advocate for free/actually affordable housing for everyone who needs it because we ALL deserve a safe secure stable home#whatever type of home that may be#it is absolutely goddamned ridiculous that megacorps can buy all the housing#rent it out at extortionate rates and evict people willy nilly#and we're talking about a âhousing crisisâ and not a âSTOP LETTING CORPORATIONS AND BILLIONAIRES HOARD ALL THE HOUSINGâ crisis#goddamn.#ha elect me president (ahaha don't do this i am not a good public speaker) and I'll push congress to pass some really neat legislation#hey be more direct: elect me to congress (ahaha don't do this) and i'll WRITE some goddamn nifty legislation and yell about it as long and#as loud as i can until people start to just fucking say yes to make me shut the fuck up#(i know that's not how it works. again. don't actually elect me to a government position)#exemplia gratis:#No individual person shall own more than 6 homes UNLESS they pay a Housing Market Shrinkage Fee for removing viable housing from the market#why 6 and not 2? 2 is a lot! it's excessive! but having A vacation home shouldn't be a crime. Having 5 vacation homes is ridiculous and#awful and whatever but it's not likely to be the source of all our greatest âhousing shortageâ problems. no. I'm aiming for the absolutely#monstrously greedy and egregious motherfuckers who---ok#hang on. how many homes does the average min and max homeowner own? I would like to see data on that. but anyway#the next part of the legislation:#Homes owned >6 shall be charged X% Housing Market Shrinkage Fee UNLESS they are rented for affordable (15% or less than renter net income)#housing and are actively occupied by said renters. Rented out and charging more than 15% of renter's net? still gotta pay up.#EMPTY housing >6 shall be subject to an additional Y% Housing Market Shrinkage Fee (tax? should I call it a tax?) which increases with ever#month that the housing goes unoccupied. no one living in it? sell it rent it or pay the fuck up. and still pay the fuck up if you rent it#for way too goddamn much money#but like. less. we only REALLY hate you if you sit on empty houses that you don't even let anyone use#ok that's individuals. now onto BUSINESSES#ok so immediately it gets a little complicated cuz like presumably there's rental management businesses that don't own the rental propertie#that they manage BUT there are also companies that just outright own a shitfuckton of housing and THIS is the truly egregious monstrous sid
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no i sent that because right wingers (esp the agro crowd in brazil) like to repeat that vegan products contribute to it as if that was all there was to it, which unfortunately actually has people thinking soy crops are meant for vegan products (have had to argue with multiple people irl about this - it's somehow not that obvious to everyone as you might think) so i think it's important to shed light on what actually matters. vegan products are not the root of the problem so pointing out they contribute to it does not help solve the problem so much. however if people are vegan for environmental reasons i agree it's coherent to seek out products produced locally etc (i assume that's why you mentioned that then?)
i did not mean that ask to attack you in any way tho just thought it's worth pointing out.
i understand where youre coming from but i am not a right winger agro person and neither is anyone that follows me on here, i don't know what would make you assume otherwise. you are pretty much preaching to the choir. the fact of the matter stands that you'd be doing much more to help the environment by donating to environmentalist and food security orgs in brazil with your dollars than by choosing grocery chain international vegan products over, say, local farmer's market meat. (yes, that is why i mentioned it)
#food insecurity is a huge issue in brazil. more often than not large cuts of meat are cheaper than vegetables and other staples monthly.#soy exportation is not unrelated to this. and neither is the smaller % of vegan market demand for brazilian soy.#you can't carry on as if vegan companies can do no harm if you don't even know where they source their soy from.#also sincerely i dont think it matters if saying x 'helps solve the problem' or not because the problem isnt getting solved either way.
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Recent things.. mostly just writing screenshots lol
#There's a water problem in the apartment so thats been taking most of my attention lol.. the way maintenance happens here is just#this big long vague wait with no clear communication. You just send in a request to the apartment building and then you might hear from the#any weekday from 8am - 4pm any time after that. Sometimes it's quick but sometimes its like days before you hear anything. So then#you just have to be operating under the assumption that at any time during working hours you might get a call or a knock at the door#Like if you were expecting company at any time for a week straight ghjhj.. ANYWAY.. I've been working on making a little discord#server thing for the game maybe for playtesters to communicate in initially i guess but then also after it's out or... something like that.#no idea how all of that works. but you hear about people doing it. or something... Still not entirely sold on the idea since I'm not really#a big user of discord format speaking (like little chats and stuff) but.. again idk.. seems like.. common.. for things...(< socially odd#hermit fumbling through trying to imitate what '''normal''' people do/enjoy/desire lol..). Since I think my biggest issue is I am very bad#at socializing and thus marketing since a lot of that is social. The type to just google ''what do people do about games once they've#made them'' and just go after whatever the top 10 things apparently are hjbjhbjh... But like I said. still unsure it will be utilized. it#all feels very awkward to me. then again most things do. But that's what the ''overall progress'' screenshot is from. the little channel#where I've been posting updates to myself lol. Also ''coding'' in that being used very lightly consdering it's ren'py and I'm only using#the very bare bones most basic functionality of it lol. Extremely intense highly daunting master level coding such as ''if x then y''. gbjh#slacked on writing a lot due to the evil maintenance and such things... and just general... appointments... events... aughhhhhh#I think it's Goose Time here or something because nearly every day I hear big V shaped rows of geese flying by like multiple#times a day and they're so pretty and neat to watch. They've really inspired me somehow. Today it was rainy and gray skied and high winds#and cold (some of my favorite most beautiful weather) and I went out to check the mail and like 6 or 7 rows of geese fluttered#by in the air. I felt like that meme image of that guy that looks kind of weird (william dafoe??) and its like black and white and#he's looking up at something almost teary eyed wide eyed in awe.. The goose... those are my goose.. the universe sent those gooses just#for me and the high speed winds blowing my coat open and chilling my face... a tender platonic kiss from the world is often delivered#by way of chilly weather and bird formations.. peace and love on planet earth truly..#OH and of course.. boy with boy!!!! shout out to those little mcdonalds toy animal plushies from like 2006 or something. I found the#gray cat one and was like.. hrmm.. I have one of those as well (a real life gray cat). surely they're friends now.
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client: umm, excuse me! âđ€ this is a sentence fragment. PLEASE be more professional!!!
me: ma'am this is marketing
#you dont use proper structured grammar!!!! you write how people speak!!!!#this is literally just creative writing please get off my ass đ„°#literally drives me crazy when a client nitpicks every single bit of my writing structure. like feedback? yes of course!#you cant always get it right on the first try! give me helpful feedback like 'wed like to focus more on x' or 'can you xyz?'#leaving 14 comments on a single page document criticizing my use of commas periods sentence structure and phrasing is ridiculous#like consider for a moment. that my job. is a writer. and the company you have hired. has hired ME. to do this full time all day every day.#which means that i probably know more than you random marketing director at a development company!!#anyways im really annoyed and this client is also sitting in my google doc for no reason while im making the revisions#even though there was no indication that i was making revisions today and she left her comments days ago#like why are you back. go away. stop lurking
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SO DOES THIS MEAN YOU'RE GONNA BRING BACK THE SWIMSUIT SPECIALS NOW OR WHAT MARVEL? WE HAVE GOOD ARTISTS AND COMICS ARE UTTERLY SEXLESS THE TIME HAS COME ONCE MORE FOR BABES AND BROS
#were the 90s full of awfully proportioned cheesecake?#YES#were a good chunk of those poses highly sexualised?#but at least marvel had the heart to say now let's do a silly one!!!!#this is the 21st century! we have the technology! we can make them better!#companies put out a handful of good books and be like that's enough marketing for today#marvel#x men#psylocke#cyclops#storm#rogue#wolverine#beast#jubilee#colossus#iceman
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Our catering only for VIP.
#estée lauder#estee lauder companies inc#chefbatavia#italian chef#catering marketing#vanity milan#fine dining#catering worldwide#birichin#the egg#eggsy x reader
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#demand generation pitfalls#demand generation strategy#x dimension#ppc ads#performance marketing company
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Too Faced Cosmetics invited top global hashtag#BeautyInfluencers and hashtag#ContentCreators for an exclusive multi-day event to celebrate the New & Improved Born This Way Matte and Blur collection. We had the honor of transforming a tennis court in Newport Beach into a vibrant pink Too Faced Tennis Club. The energy was electric, the content was fabulous, and the memories were unforgettable.
#eventdesign#pink aesthetic#pink moodboard#pastel#hot pink#pinkcore#too faced#makeup#tennis aesthetic#pink tennis#beauty influencers#newport beach#company x marketing#cxm#events#beauty event#california vibes
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Company News: Engineering contracts and new shares
Hereâs a review of the latest business news from Malaysia. MN Holdings Bhd has secured a substation engineering contract worth RM136.2mil in Johor. AME Elite Consortium Bhd is selling four industrial properties in Johor to its 49.62%-owned unit AME Real Estate Investment Trust for RM119.5 million to realign its property investments into a REIT. Nationgate Holdings Bhd plans to issue new sharesâŠ
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This is also one of the reasons why I'm so much in favor of universal basic income - closing coal mines would be much less of an issue if the people who have spent their lives honing the skills needed for coal mining could be sure that they'd still have housing, food, healthcare, etc when they were no longer able to mine coal. And similarly, any jobs lost to automation wouldn't have nearly as much effect on the people who used to have those jobs.
It won't stop companies from replacing people with automation that can't actually do the same job, but at least fewer lives will be ruined when they do.
We should really not go along with the corporate lingo on these shifts to automation and AI. Always remember this: They don't want to pay people to do the work.
Companies aren't replacing cashiers with self-scan machines for the customer's convenience. They don't want to pay people to do the work.
Companies aren't using AI to produce a better product. The product produced by AI is notably inferior - they just don't want to pay people to do the work.
Corporate America is not hurting for money. It's not that they can't afford employees -- profits are soaring! They just don't want to pay people to do the work.
#people without jobs should still be able to live comfortably#whether it's because of disability or having the wrong skills or just a bad job market#but it would especially be helpful to avoid the 'we can't improve X because jobs might be lost' situation#and I wholeheartedly agree both that automated checkouts are nice#and that companies don't generally add them because they're nice but because they can save money
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You'll Taste Me Too! - G.S.
Synopsis. How do you last three days on a work trip with the man you hate the most in the office? You donât - you end up pinned underneath him, instead.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, office AU, enemies to lovers, jealousy (Gojoâs side), FAKE DATING, PAST Naoya x reader, creampĂes, breĂ©ding, oraI (fem receiving), spĂtting, hot springs, cĂșmplay, DOWN BAD Satoru, tensĂon, heâs a bit mean, revenge on your ex, ambiguous office work, exhĂbitionĂsm, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 11.9k (this was supposed to be HALF that)
A/N. This type of annoying Gojo is always so fun to write, hope yâall have a great week <3
In all your three years as head of the marketing department, it wasnât any of the tight deadlines or the nervous interns that drove you crazy. Hell, it wasnât even the fact that the coffee maker in the break room only made tea.Â
No, the one thing you couldnât stand - the one thing that had you contemplating whether your transfer was really worth it - came in the form of the 6â3, cloudy-haired manchild who headed the sales department.Â
The one person whoâd made it his personal mission to toy with your sanity as soon as youâd stepped foot into the cleancut office of Jujutsu Enterprises.Â
The bane of your existence.Â
âGojo Satoru.â
âHuh?â you gape stupidly, and if this was any other time youâd have smacked yourself for the unprofessionalism.Â
Yaga nods gravely - almost sympathetic - as if he honestly couldnât fault you for your reaction. âYes, since this upcoming contract relies heavily on collaboration between the marketing and sales departments, Satoru here-â He nods at the tangle of long limbs thatâd been draped dramatically over the seat right next to you. â-will be accompanying you on your trip to KyotoâŠunfortunately.â
âWhat do you mean âaccompanyingâ-â
âThe fuck do you mean âunfortunatelyâ-â
Your supervisor heaves out a tired sigh over your flurry of protests, rubbing his temples, âLook, I wouldnât have picked out your ah- duo either. But as heads of department, you two are the best and brightest we have. And the board believes we can snag the infamous Gakuganji and his protegĂ© easily as clients with the combination of you both.âÂ
âBut-â you sputter out. âCanât I go with Nanami like I usually do? Surely heâs a better option than a pompous, no-good nepo-â
âAnd Iâd rather go alone.â Gojo cuts through smoothly, flashing a cocky wink your way. âSorry, sweetheart, but even my charm wonât be enough to stop you from scaring that client off.â
Fuck unprofessionalism. If looks could kill, the leveled glare you shoot the man at your side is enough to bury him six feet and have you dancing on his grave already.Â
You scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. Now fully facing Gojo for the first time since youâd first entered Yagaâs stuffy office, âOh yeah, and arenât you the one that got reprimanded for sleeping through the last company meeting we had?â
âD-did not.â his cheeks tinge with a delicate strawberry pink.
âDid too.â
âDid not.â
âDid too.â you scoff, brows furrowing when you realize youâve inched just a bit closer than appropriate. Your knees knocking against his, yet you donât pull away out of stubborness. âWhat? Too embarrassed to admit your oh-so-great âcharmâ was in the pillows?â
Almost mockingly, heâs copying your posture, tight white shirt straining over those biceps he didnât hesitate to infuriatingly flex any time you came around. Minty breath wafting over your cheeks when he leans in to murmur lowly - just loud enough that Yaga wonât question, âNo, but you would be happy to know that it is in the sheets.â
You blink, though, you canât really be too surprised - of course, Gojo turns the conversation into something so filthy. He always does.
But before you can spit out a few venomous expletives you really would regret saying in front of Yaga, the man himself interrupts your argument with a pointed cough. âSince the chemistry is as lively as ever,â heâs deadpanning dryly. âI take it you both will be on your best behavior for these three days, and come back with a signed contract.â
Chemistry your ass.Â
And though heâs addressing you both, you feel a stab of smug satisfaction when Yagaâs gaze lock with an amused Gojoâs.Â
âMhm, of course weâll come back successful - how could you not with the star employee on this trip.â he motions airily in your direction. You stiffen, not expecting the compliment when- âAnd of course our cute resident hardass will be there, too.â
âYou little fu-â
âGreat!â Yaga claps his hands, a signal you knew meant to get the hell out of his office before he assigns more overtime. âItâs settled then, your tickets have been booked for tomorrow and I assume you both have been emailed the appropriate information?â
Nodding, you make your way to leave - and find that Gojo is waiting, glass door to the office held open for you. With a sharp click of your tongue, you bite down on whatever words come to your throat, barely out of the office before you hear a tired warning behind you, âAnd please donât try to kill each other, our insurance doesnât cover it.âÂ
When youâre both out in the hallway, Gojo flashes you a cocky smirk and an even cockier âYou heard the man.â Pointing at his unfairly pretty features - not that youâd admit that in a million years. âAfter all, my face is insured but whoâd want to hurt this handsome-â
âI could.â You interrupt, rolling your eyes. âEasily. And I would, too, if it wasnât for the fact that this job pays well.â Something you say every time he prances around in your department during breaks, bragging about how youâre âall bark but no bite.â
Satoru only chuckles, raising his hands up in surrender when you continue, âLetâs just get through these three days, ace the contract, and never speak of this again. Okay?â
To your surprise, heâs grabbing one of your hands with his much larger ones - soft, you gulp, noting involuntarily. âI like what goes on in that pretty lilâ brain of yours, silly girl. Then, letâs charm the asses off that dumbass client and the board of elders~â
Everyone in the office knew of the strange little dynamic between you two - found it to be the utmost entertainment they got in the workday. But you were damned if you let it mess up this contract.Â
If you two survived the entire three days, that is.Â
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You two were not surviving the entire three days - or the contract deal, for that matter. Hell, you couldnât even survive this first day.Â
âGojo I told you.â you squint at the glossy paper. âIt says platform eight. I know you canât see without those ugly sunglasses of yours but-â
A big arm comes up suddenly behind your shoulders, snatching the train ticket clean out of your hands. Gojo lets it rest there as he exclaims, âLet me see. Now, yâknow if this was me, Iâd have chosen Gran class. Ichiji in finances really skimped out buying these second class seats, gonna hafta have a word with him when we get backâŠâ
You narrow your eyes, frantically trying to push back that strange part of you that almost wanted to lean in closer to the hit of his piney, expensive cologne. âHave fun bullying him, you leech.â
To which he only responds with a syrupy giggle, âOh, donât worry.â And you let out a tiny gasp when he flicks your forehead softly. âYouâll be right there in first class with me. Even with that bratty attitude of yours, the ladies love those Gojo perks.â
âMhm explains why youâve been single for all three years I've had the misfortune of knowing you.â you hiss, eyes desperately darting about for directions to platform eight. You were going to get on this train - with or without him. Preferably without him.
So absorbed in your mission that if you didnât know any better, youâd have said that Gojoâs words were a pitch higher than normal when he retorts with a strangled, âS-so what? Keepinâ an eye on me, sweetheart?â
And you knew the two of you definitely looked like a peculiar sight - Gojoâs dangling off of you like a ragdoll, surrounded by the few comically large suitcases that were mainly his. So much for a three-day work trip. Your face burns at the few weary salary workers that gave the two of you a very wide berth while going about their daily commutes. Fuck, you couldnât even ask anyone for help at this point if you both looked at like some safety hazard.Â
âDid you find it?â You huff when the silence lingers a bit too long - jumping when you raise your head up to find his burning stare already inches away from you. âGod- I take it back, please keep those glasses on.â
âHey!â
Youâre digging your elbow into his side now, words stumbling over the other in a heated hurry, âAnd get- get off weâre gonna miss this-â
âIt really is you, huh?â
All at once, youâre reminded that strangely it isnât just the two of you causing ruckus in the middle of the Shinjuku station. Unfortunately.Â
Any and all previous irritation at Gojo wipes away, flooding back as full, unbridled rage when youâre tearing your eyes away from the nuisance beside you to look up and-
Oh.Â
Dammit, you knew youâd recognize that grating voice anywhere - and for the first time, it wasnât Gojoâs.
âNaoya.â
âYou.âÂ
Still didnât even have the decency to address you properly, huh? You bite your lower lip, unaware what to say next. But luckily you didnât have to - because Gojo is standing up straighter, features smoothing into a mask of cool appraisal when he sweeps his eyes down at the other man.Â
Finally, Naoya seems to notice him. Flickering quickly between the arm still firmly around your shoulder and his darkened stare. âAnd who are you?â
âCould ask ya the same thing, two-tone.â he smiles, though it doesnât reach his eyes. And you swear you could feel the soft pads of his fingers tightening, digging in through your silky work shirt. âWhat business do you have with us?â
Us - you didnât miss the emphasis.Â
Evidently, Naoya didnât either, because his tone turns into a low, dangerous simper as he continues. âWhat? Canât a man come up just to catch up with a fling?â
Gojoâs jaw clenches as he watches you register the word. Fling. Sure, after about a year of dating, the two of you didnât have the cleanest break up - with the constant fights and him wanting to uproot your life and dream career with his new job transfer. But still.Â
âOf course, he can.â Gojo raises a snowy brow, buttons on his shirt straining when he puffs his chest out ever-so-slightly. You canât help but notice that he has much more than a few inches on your ex. Gruffing out, âBut not when sheâs with her new boyfriend.â
Boyfriend?
You freeze the word running around over and over in your hazy mind - boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend-
âAnd trust me, sheâs long forgotten your sorry ass.â Youâre jolting back to reality only when you feel the slow, soothing glide of Gojoâs thumb at the exposed skin of your shoulder. He looks down at you with that familiar mirthful smile to say, âIsnât that right, my girl?â
âAh uh-â youâre mentally kicking yourself for not choosing to attend those acting lessons in college for extra credit. Coughing out what you hope to be a believable, âYeah, this is G-Satoru, my- my boyfriend.â
But your coworker takes it all in concerning stride, pulling you flush against his toned chest, rumbling with the muse of âMhm, and weâre very happy together.â You honestly feel like youâre about to fall weakly to your knees right then and there in the station when you feel the distinct pressure of two soft, plump lips grazing fleetingly at your forehead. Murmuring into your hairline, âGoing on a couplesâ trip to Kyoto this very moment, in fact.â
âI see.â Naoya levels out, and by the sharp glint in his eyes you already knew the gears on his head were turning. But before you could question him any further, the melodic voice of the railway announcer cuts through the tense air. âAh- thatâs me. And as pleasant as this reunion was, Kurama onsen doesnât wait.â Before clapping a hand on the shoulder of the uncharacteristically silent Gojo stood by your side, âI wish you the best with your relationship, sheâs only good the first few times after all.â His next words are cold and directed at you. âIâll text ya, if you still donât have me blocked, that is.âÂ
Saved by the train - and your fist gripping onto Gojoâs button-up, Naoya saunters to climb aboard the train currently entering the nearby platform.Â
Leaving the both of you in that whirling, unfamiliar silence. Gojoâs arm is still burning around your shoulder, your muscles still aching from stopping him from powerfully lunging after the other man.
You break first.Â
âWhyâŠwhy did you do that.â you mutter over the bustling crowds - more to yourself than him, so youâre surprised when he responds just as hastily.Â
âItâs just- Because he was a dick.â Gojoâs lips form a petulant pout. He decidedly avoids your probing eyes while he plows on, âAnd I should be the only one allowed to be a dick to you so donât get it twisted, silly girl.â
You scoff, before your eyes widen at where Noaya was boarding through the doors of the sleek bullet train, âWait- Gojo-â
âSatoru, think I deserve to be called âSatoruâ after that.â he grins irritatingly. âConsider it a payment since itâll kill ya to say it every time.â
âYes yes, S-Satoru-â you wave off, but you canât deny how easily the name rolls off your tongue. And distinctly, you wondered why you called most of your coworkers by first name, but never him before. âHeâs going to Kurama onsen.â
Gojo tilts his head, nose scrunching in confusion. âAnd?â
âWeâre going to Kurama onsen.â
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For all the disaster the first day had wrecked upon your sanity, you were thankful enough that neither of you were sat in the same area as Naoya. Barely even settling into your cushioned seat before putting on your headphones - and a sleeping mask for good measure so you couldnât be riled up by your coworker again.Â
Surprisingly he didnât try either. Only bothering you to share his snacks occasionally, and hog the arm space on your chair, electricity running down your skin every time he brushed up against you.Â
It was quiet, somehow neither of you minded.Â
âHah- are we- woah.â you gasp out after the short walk from the Kyoto station to your destination, an intricate wooden sign coming into view. Lugging your baggage with you - Gojo had insisted he carry it too as a show of strength, but you were sure itâs because he just wanted to give up halfway through and take a taxi instead. âItâs beautiful.â
âYeah yeah I get that a lot.â Gojo comes up behind you without warning, a sultry trickle of sweat trailing down his forehead to the forbidden depths of where heâd unbuttoned his shirt a few times. âBut usually itâs âgorgeousâ or âhot as hellâ or-â
âOh, shut up.â you breathe, ripping your eyes away and towards the reception. âGet your ass moving now, weâve gotta get checked in and form a game plan for the meeting.â
âThat eager to get me in a bed? Always knew ya had it in you, sweetheart.â Oh, he lets out a shiver at your blazingly dirty look. âI mean- yes, maâam.â
There arenât too many visitors, and you choose to do the talking when you walk up to the sweet older lady at the reception, having decided that Gojo has done way too much of that for today. Humming, âHi there, weâre here for two rooms reserved under the name âYagaâ?â
A few taps of her keyboard and sheâs flashing you a megawatt smile, âOh yes, youâre right on time!â Before getting up from her seat, âIâll be the one escorting the young couple to their honeymoon suite. Just this way-â
And while Gojo breezes past you without a single complaint, you stand frozen in the middle of the cozy wooden room. Reaching out a hand to sputter, âW-wait, surely there must be some mistake? Honeymoon suite?â
Gojo is close enough that he whispers something in her ear, and you already know it doesnât bode well for you at all.Â
âOh honey donât worry.â she flutters a flustered hand at you. âThereâs absolutely nothing wrong with having your dear boyfriend here spend a bit extra on a comfy suite. Either way, it has been booked for a while now and unfortunately nothing can be changedâŠâ
Forgetting yourself, you sneak a glance over at where she had left her desktop on. The tiny letters on screen confirming that yes, this reservation was under the name Yaga. And no, it wasnât a mistake that the room you were given was a honeymoon suite.Â
âGet your ass movinâ now.â Gojoâs voice snaps you out of your little reverie, sounding as if he was on the verge of bursting into laughter while he mocks your earlier words. He grins, âWhen life gives you lemons- or when Yaga gives you a honeymoon suiteâŠâ
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âDibs not on the couch.â
âDibs not on the- wait, no.â Gojo huffs when youâre finally led to your sprawling room, and for all the scandal of it being a honeymoon suite, you have to admit that Yaga had great taste. âShouldnât you treat your boyfriend better?â
Youâre splaying yourself out on the plush mattress of the bed - the only bed, because of course the universe doesnât bestow you with a normal work trip. But god none of those cheap motels at the trips youâd gone on with Nanami or Shoko could ever compare to this.Â
Mindfully, you push away the rose petals decorating the silken sheets. âNot my problem.â Jutting a thumb towards the small private hot spring allocated for your room outside, âSleep in the onsen. Might wanna hurry though, itâs getting dark.â
âPlease?âÂ
âIâm kicking you out of this room altogether.â
âPretty please.â
You feel a rush of begrudging endearment at the way heâs batting his long lashes at you. Suddenly, youâre wondering whether this is why so many at the office canât get enough of Gojo - why everyone flocks to him as soon as he waltzes into your department for no apparent reason. Struggling to stand firm. âHasnât Nanami told you before that adding âprettyâ doesnât work?â
Grumbling, he sets down the bags, swiftly turning around to call out, âFine, but mâtakinâ a shower first, so you better keep any expensive shampoos away or mâstealing with no regrets.â
Mind dizzy with everything from today, itâs all you can do to shuffle through your bag for your laptop. Trembling fingers deciding that if you werenât going to think too deeply about this, might as well get some work done.Â
Itâs what you do for a while - to partial success - until youâre pulled out of your spiels of presentations and trying to keep Gojoâs script on subject by the sound of the running water stopping, and the bathroom door clicking open.Â
And lo and behold - there stood Gojo. Shirtless.Â
The very same asshole that would throw paper clips at you during meetings, and always finished off the last muffin in the break room he knew youâd been eyeing all day. Here he stood - all sharp hip bones and smooth curves of muscle that were always poorly covered by his work clothes.Â
Covering almost all of the bathroom doorway with his broad shoulders, speckled with glistening droplets of water that danced tauntingly down, down, down the sharp planes of his collarbones. Down his abs, and onto a trail of white, hidden by a fluffy white towel you have to force your eyes away from.Â
âPut some- put some clothes on. You- you-â youâre scrambling urgently for something near you, which unfortunately happened to be a soft cotton youâd pulled out from your bag earlier. â-you lecher.â
Wordlessly, Gojoâs stunned surprise breaks into a brilliant grin when he unfolds the canon of cloth youâd thrown his way. Humming, âYou call me a lecher, but youâre the one that wants to see me in your clothes, huh?â
And sure enough - it was. It was as if the universe was playing a practical joke on you because it was your favorite t-shirt, in fact, that ragged Bleach graphic held gently between Gojoâs long, pale fingers.Â
You choke out, hastily getting off the bed. âWait- I take it back.â
âI donât know.â Gojo teases, holding the t-shirt well over your head. And all you can do is frantically reach and swerve for it, each attempt dodged with a shit-eating grin. âYou get the bed, I get this ratty t-shirt, seems like a fair trade to me, no?â
âNo.â
Gojoâs face is hovering so close above yours, though, he still keeps the t-shirt safely away from you. âThen I guess this is fâme, silly girl.â
You groan, appreciating the way his breath catches in his throat when you hook an arm around his neck. Reeling him in so close while you still swipe, âNo, but what you are going to get is-â
What Gojo was going to get, he never finds out. Because in your frantic effort to steal back the t-shirt you so desperately didnât want in the hands of the bastard from sales, you donât pay attention to that slippery pool of water forming around you two from his half-assed attempts at drying off.Â
And before you know it, youâre lurching to the floor - you wince, arms held out to break your fall and-
It never happens.
Blinking your eyes open, the first thing youâre met with is what seems like miles upon miles of milky, smooth skin. Breathing in such a heady scent, itâs probably what makes your mind so melty when the realization hits you - a little too late - that youâre being held against Gojoâs chest.Â
His painfully bare chest.Â
âSatoru?â you breathe. Pawing at where you could feel his racing heartbeat, thumping so painfully against one of his pecs. âAre- are you okay?â
That gets you a hot laugh into your neck, followed by a long, drawn-out shudder that sends shivers down your spine. Through laughs, he manages to grit out, âYouïżœïżœïżœre asking me that?â
He sounds surprised - relieved almost. Such a tender note in his tone at the lack of usual taunting in your words.Â
Gojo lets you go - barely, still keeping two strong arms locked around your waist like he was afraid even the slightest distance could have you in danger all over again. âYou can take the t-shirt.â He breathes, picking up the damp fabric now fallen onto the floor and pressing it into your palms. âIâm more of a Naruto guy anyway. And you can take the bed, I was jok-â
âYou can take it.âÂ
âWhat? No-â
âYou can.â you cut him off, giving a sidelong glance at the cramped couch tucked into a corner of your suite. Again, youâre drinking in all of him, how tall he was. How warm. How heâd probably have half his body dangling off the side of the cushions, âWe can- I mean we can share. Weâre adults, right? Wouldnât want you complaining about a sore back during the contract talks anyway.â
âWorrying about me, sweetheart?âÂ
âNo.â you scowl, pushing him away. âNow excuse you, but I have to use the bathroom since someone was hogging it earlier.â
And if youâd waited just a moment longer - maybe peaked your head out instead of scurrying inside as fast as your legs carried you - youâd have noticed that Gojo was still standing there. A fist clenched at where his heart was, face as pink as those blooming sakura outside.Â
---
You didnât sleep that night. Not one bit.Â
It might partially have to do with the fact that your bed was invaded by one very gangly asshole sprawling himself all over the pillow wall youâd constructed. Or maybe to do with the aching discomfort in your joints after moving to sleep on the hard couch after only a few minutes of him getting knocking out.Â
âGood morning~â Gojoâs sing-song voice rings through your verging murderous thoughts on the second day. âThe sun is shining, my skin is glowing and-â His bleary eyes lock on your hunched figure across the room, looking genuinely confused as to how you got here. â-youâre on the couch?âÂ
âYeah. Considered taking ya out in your sleep but then I realized the contract would be in jeopardy.â
He whines, âIâve- Iâve never had anyone complain before.â
âThey probably ran away before that.â you nod solemnly over his sputtering complaints. Stretching, content with the pop of your bones. âDonât look at me like that, it wasnât that bad.â
You look away when Gojo mimics your actions, sleep shirt lifting to reveal a sliver of white tufts at the hem of his boxers. He pouts, sulky eyes still locked on you, âBut still, shouldâve kicked me out. I wouldâve expected you to instead of taking that shitty couch. Seems like something that guy would do.â
Your heart pangs - just a bit - and you let out a sharp laugh, âFine, Iâll kick you out tonight. Maybe.â Itâs genuine, it really is, and in the growing silence all Gojo can manage to do is fall back into your little familiar dance of teasing.
âGoing soft on me? Yâknow itâs usually the ladies crawling into my bed not out of it-âÂ
âOh fuck you. I take it back, I will kick you out of the room itself. Have fun sleeping in the onsen, you smug bastard.â
He squawks in protest when you throw a cushion at him. Several, actually, just for good measure. âMercy, woman! Iâm delicate!â
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
When Gojo falls back into the comfort of the silky soft sheets, you heave out a sigh. Making your way to the sliding doors, still fully expecting a flustered employee telling you that this was all a mistake and of course, you two werenât booked for the honeymoon suite.Â
âYes?â you answer, eyes widening when you spot that familiar man in front of you. âWhat are you doing here?â
âOh god, itâs you.â Naoya spits, gaze heating up. âOf course, I shouldâve known itâs you and that idiot boyfriend of yours makinâ so much noise next door.â
Great. Perfect. Wonderful. As if this trip couldnât get any better.Â
You pinch your nose, echoing hollowly, âWhat do you want?â
âExactly that. Donât make so much noise, neighbor. I donât care what limp dick heâs giving you-âÂ
âIs that all?â you ask dryly, fully knowing thereâs more heâs just aching to hurl at you. Before tucking yourself further behind the door, âIf thatâs all then I hafta go back to that âlimp dickâ.â
âWhatâs this about limp dick?â Goosebumps run along your arms when you feel something soft - hot - push up from behind you. From the corner of your eye, you spy a long milky hand flex as Gojo - shirtless - cages you in the doorway, âBecause it sure canât be mine then. Wonât you agree, my girl?â
Your face burns at the knowing wink Gojo throws your way, barely managing to hasten, âUh- yeah.â
âShe doesnât sound very convinced.â Naoya narrows his eyes at your minute expressions, knowing you uncomfortably well after so long. âGuess sheâs been missing a real man, huh?â
He scoffs, and you gulp heavily when soft lips kiss a gentle trail up the side of your neck, âWell whoâs the one thatâs been makinâ her scream all morninâ?â Gojo tilts his head innocently, blatantly showing off a ruddy splotch from where youâd attacked him with a cushion earlier, the zipper leaving a suspicious mark. âLike I said at the train station, she can make her own choices and sheâs long forgotten your sorry ass so donât even try it, you two-toned little bastard.â
Wrapping a possessive arm around your waist, youâre easily tugged back into the safety of your suite - and into Gojoâs sculpted front. You donât push him away as your immediate thought was to, the feeling was right - too right.
âSatoru?â you hiss once the door is slammed shut.
âHm?â he whispers hotly into the crook of your neck.Â
Still pressed up so close that you can feel the surge and dip of his chest when he breathes you in deeply. âWhy are you shirtless?â
âUh- did I ever tell you I was a method actor, sweetheart?â
---
Unfortunately, despite being in one of the most picturesque hotspots that Kyoto had to offer, a work trip - especially one with such a high profile client and his protegĂ© - meant that the two of you spent most of the day cooped up in your room, typing away on your laptops.Â
âUgh, this sucks.â Gojo groans for about the seventh time this hour. Running a hand tiredly through his hair, âAre you always such a hardass about contracts like this? Honestly, I canât even feel my legs and it is not in the good way-â
âYou pussy.â you grumble as you chug down another can of coffee, eyes flickering to the clock at the end of the room reading 11:00PM. âYou donât see me complaining.âÂ
He only scoffs, âOf course ya wouldnât complain, this shit probably gets you off. But unfortunately for those of us that have lives-âÂ
You click your tongue, rubbing the oncoming headache that always seems to appear when youâre near Gojo. âYeah, because talkinâ out of your ass and being a public nuisance is such a great life.â
âCâmon now, I see you picking at that blanket - my blanket, by the way - like it insulted your entire bloodline. Youâre not slick, you wanna get outta here too.â At your pointed silence, heâs kicking his legs in the air, very much the toddler you knew him to be. âThatâs- thatâs it I canât-â
Before you can react, Gojo is barrelling through the sliding doors of your suite. Long legs carrying up the short pathway that led to that private hot spring.
Youâre following him before you realize it, âWhat- what are you- oh!â
You couldnât cover your eyes fast enough. Being gifted with a brief, obscene eyeful of pale skin - leading all the way down his naked back, and even further when he cannonballs straight into the pool of water.Â
Shit, maybe this was why the others at the office loved him so much.Â
And it was hard not to understand it when Gojoâs drenched head poked out from under the hot water. White strands plastered to his forehead, a blush creeping down his skin at the head, looking at you with slightly-red, damp eyes that only seemed bluer through the steam.
âYeah yeah I know I didnât rinse before and I know I didnât finish our project yet but-â he grins a grin that you donât think you could ever forget. And you donât know whether how hot you feel is from the onsen or him. Reaching out a soaked, strong arm towards you. â-wonât you help me get out?â
You startle, clearly not having expected this request. Narrowing your eyes suspiciously as you inch closer, âGet out?â He nods eagerly, fingers intertwining softly with yours. âFine but-â
Whatever scream you mightâve let out is swallowed up by water- then air.Â
Then more very deserved yelling, of course. âSatoru what the fuck-â Your nails dig into his deltoids, sure to leave some very questionable marks but you didnât care at this moment. Wiping away the water in your face while he holds you up easily, âIâm gonna kill you.â
âYeah yeah, canât kill me when youâre clinging to me like this, sweetheart.â Gojo rolls his eyes, but he makes no move to push you off. In fact, he only tightens the arm around your hips. âYou looked like you needed that, the 8 hours of straight working like Yaga was havinâ you act like him.â
Somehow, you donât feel strange about the fact that youâre being pushed up against a very painfully naked Gojo. Living out what is probably the wet dream for about half the office.
He notices, of course he does.Â
âTrynna take a peek?â Gojo wiggles his brows. And when youâre trying to hide away behind your hands, he nuzzles them away, arms a bit too occupied holding you captive. Sighing dramatically, âNo need to be shy, many people do. I donât mind of course, ah the woes of being fucking hot.â
Gasping, âFuck you.â Unbeknownst as to why, youâre laughing. Contemplating whether you should really give him a good kick down below when you choke out, âYouâre an asshole, yâknow?â
âI know.â he smiles. âNâ yet you still havenât drowned me.â
âI really fuckinâ hate you.â
Why could you really fucking kiss him right now?Â
âI know.â
The moment is broken only a few seconds later by some ungodly screeching you recognize to be none other than your beloved exâs from next door. Yelling about âShut the fuck up, if youâre gonna have onsen sex Iâm calling the front lobby.â
âWhat? Canât a man fuck his girl in peace?â Gojo shouts back. âShut up just because your puny dick canât get some, two-tone.â
That broke whatever magical spell was put on the two of you, obviously. And you were the first to run back to the suite - leaving Gojo and his nakedness alone. Very, very alone.Â
He takes a bit longer to follow you, and youâre already freshened up and in bed by the time he makes his way to the bathroom - with clothes this time, fortunately for your sanity.Â
Only a few minutes later, heâs nestling right next to you on the bed. You gasp in a sharp inhale at the heat of his proximity, mere millimeters away from you now.Â
âGood work today, by the way.â Gojo gruffs out to your turned back, quiet words carrying over that ridiculous extra-vaulted wall of pillows, padded up with ones from the couch, too. Silver tongue stumbling over his words slightly, âFor how much I complained I didnât get to tell ya. You and I - mainly I - are gonna ace that contract tomorrow.â
Thereâs no taunting in his tone, not one bit. And you surprise the both of you when you murmur out shakily, âIâm worried.â
âHuh?â he chokes in disbelief. âListen, I know I slept through that meeting one time, but I swear it was only one time. Iâm aâŠsomewhat changed man, I promise I wonât-â
âNot that.â
He pauses at your interruption. All is quiet - only the chirping of crickets outside, and the steamy buzz of nearby hot springs.Â
And for the first time in the twenty-something years Gojo Satoru has wreaked havoc upon this Earth, he is rendered speechless. Wordlessly picking apart your wall of pillows - one by one, as if to give you more than enough time to stop him - to loop two strong arms around you.Â
âShut up.â he breathes. âYouâll do brilliant, silly girl.â
---
Gojo remembers the exact date he met you - probably the exact time, too. Honestly, even three whole years after that initial meeting, he canât remember anything but that, if you asked him to recall a single meeting held that week then Gojo honestly wouldnât have been able to tell you.Â
It was a regular day spent driving poor Nanami over in the marketing department dangerously close to his fifth migraine of the day.
âYou know I know Iâm a valuable asset to this company Nanamin.â he chuckles, looking over where the other man was readying a sparkly Welcome! banner. âBut this is all too much even for me~â
âItâs not for you.â Nanami spits, curtly. Barely sparing Gojo a glance before readying the welcome muffins, âItâs for the new head of department arriving soon today.â
And oh that piqued his interest like never before. That had all thoughts of the meeting he was currently missing flying out the window as he wondered what you would be like. Swiping away a few of those tempting muffins right out of Ichijiâs hands, he wonders. Would you be another Ichiji? Would you try and keep him under your thumb like Yaga? Hah, you could try but-
âLook I donât know if the sales department doesnât have food but, really?âÂ
What?
A shudder wracks through the oh-so-great Gojoâs body at the sound of your cool, firm tone turning to meet the source and-
Oh. Oh wow. So thatâs what itâs like to have your soul impaled and buried six feet under.
It was sort of addicting.
And if Gojo thought his knees were weak at just a gorgeous glare from you - well, he was completely and utterly unprepared for when he leaned in closer to where you stood firmly. Shielding a pale, trembling Ichiji. And, honestly, with a death stare like that you couldnât blame a guy for getting nervous! Itâs all he could do to hum out a cocky, âWhat? Want some, sweetheart?â
âSweetheart? What I want is you out of my department.â you furrow your brows. âNow.â
Itâs all thatâs said before youâre dragging him by his hand out - and, shit Gojo is so riveted by how soft your hands are that he almost forgets to be offended by the way the entire marketing department just watches and giggles at the scene playing out before them. Traitors.
You push him out of the door, âI better not see you coming back to toy with my new employees-â Heavy gaze flickering down to his name tag. â-Gojo.â
Ah, truly a woman of his dreams.Â
And it honestly still felt like a dream even now - especially now - when youâre stood in front of him on the third day in Kyoto. Fingers messing meticulously with your hair as you check your reflection in the mirror, smoothing down your new red dress. âGod, I hope it isnât too much. How do I look?â
Perfect, he wants to say.Â
But instead he nudges your shoulder in the booth of your seat, settling for an obnoxious, âAlright, not as good as me, though.â Gojo takes delight in the way you give his arm a punch, smile a lot easier than before now.Â
âAs if, you canât even tie this properly. Here-â your fingers fiddle deftly with his slightly crooked tie. âFixed it, you big baby.â
He grins, âIf you wanted to get your hands on me then you shouldâve- oh wait you already have, havenât you? I remember that someone bypassed her own lilâ pillow wall last night.â
âShut up.â you give him a tight warning. âTheyâre here.â
Honestly, there was only one thing worse than seeing old Gakuganji - that is, the sight of his sniveling protegĂ© following him right after. Except-Â
âTwo-tone?âÂ
âY-you!â
Thereâs a tense silence between the three of you in the exquisite onsen dining hall, one that almost makes you want to jump up and bolt back to your room because this canât be real. Surely, this canât be-
âI see the three of you are already acquainted?â Gakuganjiâs strained, aged voice cuts through your whirlwind of thoughts. âSit, sit, Naoya. That only makes things easier.â
As a fuming Naoya and an oblivious Gakuganji take their seats in front of the two of you, you feel the undeniable pressure of long, warm fingers squeezing your own. Reassuring. And it makes you flash the two men your best, most polished business smile, âSo, about the contract.â
---
âIâm going to throw up.â
âSatoru.â
âNo, I will throw up. And that will not be good for my reputation.â
âSatoru, if you throw up Iâm beating your ass.â
He narrows his eyes at your heated whisper, matching you with a low, âDamn keep it for the bedroom sweetheart. We still hafta wait till Gakuganji comes back with his decision.âÂ
âAhem!â
Itâs that annoyed, grating faux cough that drags you and Gojo out of your little world - back to reality in which no, unfortunately while your primary client has gone off to take an important business call regarding your contract, you were left to babysit his protegĂ©.
âYes, Naoya.â you give him a dry grin. It was nearing well into late night at this point, and most of the other visitors had cleared out except for the reserved table you were sitting in. âDo you want to be beat up, too?â
He only points an accusing finger at the two of you, âDonât play games with me you hear. Iâve already got you figured out, coming here on a business trip and dating your coworker all the same-â Both you and Gojo raise a brow at this, what an idiot. â-you two will be fired for this.â
You catch Gojoâs eye and try not to burst out laughing, âAs if. And trust me, I wouldnât be here if I knew that you were Gakuganjiâs new protegĂ©.â
âNot because the guy you have to be here with is the same one you told me you hated back then?â he spits. âHonestly, youâd have been better off with me than this âpompous, no-good nepo baby assholeâ as you loved to put it.â
And you knew that Gojo was aware of your little rivalry - hell, he was an active participant, more than happy to rile you up every time. But that still didnât stop you from tensing up when you spared a glance at the man beside you.Â
Surprised to see that unapologetic smirk on his face, âOf course she did.â Looking down at you with what you swore was such unimaginably deep fondness in his eyes. âI probably imagine she told you all the funny ways she wanted to get back at me, too? Banning me from the marketing department? Holding an anti-Gojo campaign? Strangling?â Gojo takes Naoyaâs shocked silence as enough of an answer, âGuess what, she did hate me, probably still canât stand me. Very understandably so, because sheâs hot as fuck when sheâs mad.â
Despite his furrowed brow and the angry slash of his mouth, Naoya canât stop himself from blurting out, âW-well how did you-â
âWe fuck it out, of course.â
And perhaps for the one time on this entire trip, the universe smiles down at you. You find yourself sighing in relief at the sight of Gakuganji nearing your table, evidently done with his phone call. Thank fuck, you werenât ready for a fight to break out and this dress was too expensive to ruin.Â
âSeems you three are getting along well.â the old man drones out, and by the tone of his voice you genuinely canât tell whether he was joking or not. Turning towards you and Gojo, âWell, after that very thorough presentation and careful consideration with the board at our Kyoto branch, we have all come to a unanimous decision.â You wait with bated breath for his next few words, âWhere do we sign?â
Naoya stands in his seat, âBut- but, sir.â He cringes, as furious as the last time youâd seen him a year ago. âYou canât sign off on this deal- not with these scumming, absolute little shits.â
âNaoya.â Gakuganjiâs voice carries a warning. âYou are dismissed.â
Ah, Gojo chuckles inwardly, exactly where he wanted him.Â
It seemed like a blur after that - a blur of signed contracts and Gojo making faces at an ashen-faced Naoya behind Gakuganjiâs back, of being told that the two of you simply âmust visitâ their offices in Kyoto one day - much to your exes absolute torture. To which Gojo had replied with a smug, âOf course, my girlfriend and I will. Wonât we, sweetheart?â Just loud enough that Naoya - whoâd been banned to a nearby table - could fume over.Â
And itâs how you found yourself pulling a giggly Gojo by his lapels back to your suite, hasty and desperate. Tripping over one another as you stumble in.Â
âEasy there on the merchandise, sweetheart.â he jests, but it sounds so strained even to him. âCanât break our streak and kill each other on the last day now, can we?â
Your laughter dies down, âHey, Satoru?â
âOh noâŠâ
âWhy did you call me your girlfriend even at the end back then?â
His brows scrunch up, pleading almost. He chokes out, âJust- you- I just-â Flicking a calculated finger right in the middle of your forehead, âYou think too much, did you know that? Hate to see this pretty face like this, did you see his reaction?â
âOh my god yes did you see his face, Satoru?â youâre pressing him against the wall to steady yourselves. Feeling so drunk off the evening and him. âNaoya looked like he was going to explode right then and there. We did so good.â
âWhat did I tell, ya? I always know everything, silly girl.â Two big arms wrap around yours in a congratulatory hug - or, at least, what you think is a congratulatory hug. And if his palms dip just a bit lower than your waist - if this was just a bit inappropriate - neither of you say anything. âMhm. Donât even know what you dated that fool in the first place, heâs not even in your league.âÂ
You scoff, âGee thanks.â
âNo no, not in that way, donât ever think in that way, stupid.â A long index comes up to tilt your chin up to meet his greedy gaze. âYouâre too gorgeous for him. Besides, he spoke like a man who couldnât even find the clit.â
âWell- he did find it.â you relish in that deepening furrow of Gojoâs brow, the way the muscles in his jaw tick just right. âBut wanna hear a secret?â Those soft baby hair at the nape of his neck raise when youâre whispering in his ear, barely even waiting for his dazed nod. âHe still never made me cum.â
â...Never?â
âNever.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, one. Two.Â
Shit.Â
Youâd long expected Gojoâs smart mouth to make some kind of insulting joke by now. And youâre halfway through wondering whether youâd overshared too much, untangling your arms from his vice-like embrace before-
âI would.â he rasps, breaths ragged. Youâre tilting your head in confusion when he repeats cockily, âI wouldâve made you cum, yâknow. How could I not?â
Thereâs a snarky little part of you that makes you quick a brow, a sultry smirk playing on your lips. âIs that an offer?â
Gojoâs arms loop around you tight - almost too tight, you could almost hear your poor bones popping in protest. âItâs a promise.â
Oh thatâs all you wanted to hear right about now. And he can fucking see the goosebumps that make their way down your exposed shoulders, he can practically hear that syrupy sweet tone that was really not good for his sanity.Â
âProve it, Satoru.â
His lips are crashing against yours like theyâre magnetized - and itâs nothing like what youâd imagine kissing Gojo Satoru wouldâve been like. Nothing suave, shallow. Itâs sloppy, a mess of teeth and lips and his tongue tasting every inch of your candied lips like he couldnât get enough. Like he didnât even want to breathe for fear of losing out on your pretty mouth.Â
âFuck-â Gojo hisses, delicate strings of spit snapping as he pulls away ever-so-slightly to take in the delicious sight of you all glossy eyed with swollen lips. âFuck youâre so beautiful. You donât know how long Iâve wanted this.â
Kissing you over and over like he couldnât get enough. Like he didnât want to get enough, youâre moaning when Gojo slips his tongue past the seam of your lips. Addicted to the distinct taste of him and those cheap cherry lollipops you always caught him sucking on in the break room.
Heâs drawing back in a way that has him drinking in your soft noises, big palms kneading your body over your dress.Â
âSa- Sato-â youâre gasping out when he flips you over to press you up against the wall. Assaulting your bruised lips with heated peck after peck. âWhat do you- mean-â
He groans, lips moving to kiss down the quivering column of your throat, âShut up- Just shut up and kiss me. God, for how much I love that mouth of yours, you talk way too much, sweetheart.â
And that was really rich coming from him - but you donât get to snark back at him. Because no sooner are the words out of your mouth that Gojo decides heâs had enough of playing nice - that is, if he was in the first place.Â
Immediately fiddling towards that cold metal zipper in the back, gliding down the red fabric right along with your bra- shit, when did he even unclip it?
âYou-â you sputter, the cool chill of the bedroom pebbles your sensitive nipples. The dawning feeling that this absolute thorn at your side might be much more than just talk has your thighs pressing together. Leveling him with a narrow look, âYou are such a whore, arenât you?â
He flashes you a sheepish grin, large palms groping your tits. âWould ya believe me if I told you it was from how many times Iâd imagined this before?â
âAbsolutely not.â
This earns you a sharp smack! gifted onto the fat of your ass, the five pads of Gojoâs fingers burning onto where your dress was hiking up.Â
âAlways need to talk back, donât you?â he spits, shoving a knee between your two legs. Such an innocently handsome grin splashing across his face at the soft moan you let out, grinding purposefully against that damp mound of your needy cunt. âWhy wonât you ever hah- believe me?â He has one hand shoving your dress down, down, down. The other dragging your sloppy hips down his muscled thigh, âYou wanna hear a secret? Stick your tongue out fâme like a good girl now, sweetheart.âÂ
And oh you wanted to fight back. To outright refuse to comply so brattily, but itâs all you can do to nod blearily, feeling so fucking dirty with the way youâre letting your tongue loll out. Whining when Gojo smushes your cheeks together into an obscene pucker, into the perfect target for him to spit once. Twice.Â
âYeah, take it- thatâs my girl. A secret for a secret, right?â Gojo smiles so darkly, swiping away that thick splatter of syrupy saliva dredged up on the corner of your mouth. Intentional, of course. His words are low but clear, unable to have you mistaking them for anything else when he says, âThat time I slept through the whole meeting? Wasnât sleepinâ.â He bites down on your earlobe, licking lightly. âSâjust, I happened to see that cute new skirt you were wearing that day, it was so short- so fuckinâ tight. Couldnât bear to show my face, not after Iâd just spent the past few hours with my hand wrapped around my cock, wondering all the sweet things I could do to you in it.â
Youâre gasping, âYouâre so fucking filthy.â
âYeah yeah.â he purrs, toying with the hem of your now dress, the red cloth now dangling somewhere at your thighs. âAnd donât pretend youâre not just as dirty, hardass. Actinâ all prudish when ya dress like this underneath.â
As if to prove his point, the back of one of his fingers is gliding across where your lacy black panties were peeking out. Groaning at the sopping wet fabric, âYeah, just as dirty as I thought.â
With his little hypothesis confirmed, itâs all that Gojo has to do to pick you up with one arm hooking under your already trembly thighs. Youâre keening when he plants another solid smack on the fat of your ass, âSatoru!â
âOhh, I love that. Say it again.â he murmurs, walking slowly to the edge of your shared bed. Savoring that feeling of your drooling cunt seeping through to paint a small dark patch on his suit. âI said, say it again.â
All it takes is another harsh slap against your ass, and a honeyed drag of Gojoâs name for him to splay you out like some slut on the soft silken sheets. You find yourself pulling him back by his broad shoulders when he takes the moment to admire just how gorgeous you looked. Even better than any daydream that mind of his could think of.Â
âSa-toru-â you mewl, and he only licks his lips as if in a daze. Not knowing where to look - at that needy, already-cockdrunk glaze over your eyes, at the way your flimsy dress wrapped around the plush of your thighs, at that glistening little patch on the plump mound of your cunt. So mouthwatering. âSatoru- Sa- Toru!â
That makes him snap out of his little hypnosis. âWhat did you call me?â he breathes.Â
You bat your lashes deceivingly innocently up at him, âSato-â
âNo.â heâs cutting you off, Adamâs apple bobbing with the heavy gulp he takes. Thumbing at your puffy lips as if to drag the same words out of you - have them going straight to his achy cock once more. âThat other one. Donât play stupid with me, silly girl, you know exactly what Iâm talking about.âÂ
Oh, you did.Â
And youâre feeling the way your dripping pussy clenches with anticipation when you whine out that little nickname once more. âToru, please.â Adding a little flair to have Gojoâs rosy lips fall into a soft oh! choking on a ragged low hiss when a hand of his subconsciously goes down to squeeze his bulging erection.Â
âOh yes, mâname sounds so fuckinâ cute on your lips.â he groans. The sheets below you two rustling with movement when he shuffles urgently downwards, âSounds so fucking good it makes me wanna-âÂ
RIP!
â-know if she sounds it out just as pretty as you.â
Youâre still reeling from the tatters of what remained of your favorite red dress being thrown unapologetically onto the tatami mats below. Huffing in irritation, âSatoru, if youâre ngh- dead if you donât replace that-â
Heâs shutting you up with another quiet smack onto your heated skin - this time at your shamefully spread inner thighs, the edges of his padded fingers just barely touching on your swollen folds. âYeah yeah, Iâll buy ya the whole fuckinâ store if I have to.â Before hovering so close you could feel every hitch of his hot breath on your beading cunt, âAnd mâgonna make it so you donât dare call me that again.â
You donât have a response to that - and anything you mightâve taunted back is being knocked out of your mouth. The only thing leaving it being slurred little whimpers of Gojoâs name when he licks a long, languid stripe up your puffy slit.Â
âOh, look at that.â he chuckles. Pushing apart your thighs to get a nice greedy look at every drop of your sweet sweet juices glistening in the dim lighting. âThink sheâs more mouthy than you, if thaâs even possible, heh.â
His long, eager tongue is slurping up every syrupy drop of your slick. Again. And again. And again and again and-
âFuck- Toru.â your fingers find their way weaving into his soft strands when the very tip of his soft tongue finds its way just past your folds. Arching your spine off the plush bed needily like some slut, âNeed you to- hngh- go deeper.â
The only response youâre getting is a sultry, smug grin being spread across your pussy lips. Feeling everything from the quirk of his cupidâs bow, to that dimple at the edge of Gojoâs smirk, âKnew you were needy, but this- this is fucking amazing.â
âGuess youâre all bark no bite, huh?â you pout, voice teetering into teasingly whiny. And oh how you love the way that wipes all the cockiness from Gojoâs face. âEven Naoya was able to actually eat me out the way I-â
Itâs like it killed him to hear those goading words from you - and something snaps before heâs shoving that pretty face of his back nose-deep into your addictive pussy.Â
Slotting his tongue up and down your hot slit. Up and down up and down up and-
âF-fuck, oh Toru-â you squeal when he wastes no time pushing past that snug little ring of resistance to reach deep into your gummy walls. Barely even giving you any warning - Gojoâs eyes roll to the back of his head at how sinfully tight you were squeezing him. âShit how are you in so deep-â
And that petty, petty little part of him doesnât answer, instead gliding up a determined thumb up to draw methodical circles on your throbbing clit. Fast. So so sloppy with the way he was letting your juices dribble past his knuckles, his wrist, forming a glossy sheen all the way down to the sheets. Matching the ruthless cadence of the way he was fucking your ravaged cunt the way he wished he could do with his rock-hard cock right now.Â
âAh!â you gasp, when one swipe of his tongue sends jolts of pure white-hot pleasure running up your spine. And thatâs all Gojo has to hear before heâs attacking your hidden sweet spot over and over. âF-fuck sâtoo good. Fuckinâ hate how your big mouth is- ngh- so good at this-â
That causes a husky rasp of laughter to bubble its way out of Gojoâs throat, and heâs pinning your wildly bucking hips down with one arm. âDonât you dare run away now. Youâre so cute when youâre cockdrunk and truthful like this, silly girl.â
The vibrations have you moaning out a feverish Toru! Toru! Toru! louder than ever, wrenching out of you with every crash of his soft tongue against your sensitive spots. Every harsh swivel on your clit, just harder on the tip, softer at the curve.Â
âYeah- yeah yeah yeah, say my name like that.â he gasps, spitting out hissy profanities into your velvety walls. You were squeezing him so tight it was almost difficult to bully his tongue into your plushy walls. To keep up his mean staccato - but fuck, it didnât matter if his fingers were cramping up, it didnât matter if his tongue was getting tired. Because Gojo Satoru was one stubborn man. âLouder-â
âT-Toru!â
âNo no,â youâre jolting at the feeling of something cool and glossy hitting your cunt in a harsh glob. Gojo barely wastes any time thumbing his spit in to mix with the mess made down below, letting your ears ring with such obscene squelches that have your cheeks burning. âHear this, sweetheart?â As if thereâs anything else you could hear, heâs pulling out those sultry sounds from you. âSheâs louder than you, nâ that makes me so sad-â You fuck up further and further into Gojoâs tongue, eyes locked with his down in his favorite position between your legs. â-my girl can be ah- loud fâme, right? Say my name, say it so the whole fuckinâ onsen hears.â
âToruââ
Heâs taunting you in that same honeyed tone, âLouder.â Murmuring even deeper into your cunt, âCâmon, louder. Tell it to me.â
âToru! Fuck- m-close-â Itâs probably the last understandable sentence youâre managing to moan out before you finally cum. Wave after wave of such filthy pleasure hitting you, itâs all you can do to tighten your grip on his hair. Angling and using leverage to grind your hips down deeper, jolting with every flick of his tongue sending stars behind your eyelids. And Gojo, satisfied, shuts up to let you ride his face through your high. Using him, just dragging your sloppy pussy all over his tongue, his mouth. Over and over.
âJusâ a bit more-â you hear him whisper out so sweetly over your ringing ears. Suddenly, your limp hands fall to the sides of that drenched pool youâve made. And yet Gojo is still going, still meshing his bruised lips so messily against your own, making out with your cunt in a way that has him so depraved. âJust some more, pretty girl- you taste so addictive.â
Big fat tears of overstimulation prick at your eyes, and youâre sobbing out, âW-wait- fuck mâtoo sensitive for that.â
âYou can handle it, youâre a big- fuck- a big girl, arenât ya?â he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head with every taste of your pussy. Surging forwards despite the hold you have on his hair, âHold on- just want a bit more- you donât know how long-â
The pout heâs giving you once you have to just drag him away like a man starved, fighting against the grip you have on him.Â
But oh Gojo looks so pretty, cloudy bangs pulled back to reveal his delicately blushing face, lips painted in a glossy sheen of your slick. Slobbering down, down, down to glisten across the bottom half of his face. Looking so bruised with how greedy he was, almost the same color as those cherry lollipops he loved so much. And his eyes - fuck, his eyes - glassy and half-lidded, hazy with a sheen that told you he was already completely and utterly pussydrunk out of his sanity.Â
âToruâŠâ you start, unable to tear your eyes away from the way he moans at the mere sound of your voice. âYour turn.â
Itâs a long endeavor to get rid of Gojoâs pants - or, at least thatâs what it feels like.Â
Hooking a still-shaky leg over his toned waist, youâre slamming his muscular frame down onto the mattress. Buttons hitting the floor when you all but tear his overpriced button-up off - because, really, itâs not you two if one of you doesnât get your revenge somehow.
âThese- these damn belts.â you scoff, too-eager fingers fumbling with the metal latches of Gojoâs belt. âWhy does it have to have so many-â
âYouâre so cute when youâre eager this way, silly girl.â heâs cupping the side of your face. Free hand easily unbuckling his belt, and the heady metallic sounds are enough to have your cunt so needy. âLike this-â
Youâre gasping when he finally takes his formal dress pants off - along with those uselessly precum-soaked boxers. Sticky and leaving a lewd trail of glossy down his milky, sculpted thighs.Â
And oh if you thought Gojo was pretty before then he was a fucking masterpiece right now. All tall, lean muscle that rippled with every minute movement. Curves and dips of sculpted skin being accentuated so perfectly against the dim lightning in your suite.Â
So infuriating at how that couldnât give you a better look at his massive, swollen length. So long and girthy, hefty where his fat head was leaking silky precum all over his abs. Such a delicate pink matching his lips at the head, dancing down, down his thick, prominent veins to those tufts of soaked white at his sharp pelvis. Fuck, he was so big - could you actually take him?
Wrapping your soft palm around Gojoâs furiously throbbing fast, youâre letting him coat you hand in a sinful sheen. And you canât help but wonder what heâd taste like, too-
âHold on right there, my dirty girl.â your slowly dipping head is tilted firmly by Gojo. âAs much as hngh- fuck youâre squeezing me so tight- as much as this has been fuck- all Iâd dreamt of since that office ice cream party. I just know mâgonna cum as soon as you put that smart mouth on me, sweetheart.â Heâs kissing gently at your lips, sucking on your lower lip. âAnd I just know youâre never gonna fuckâ let me live that down.â
You smirk, âNot gonna live that ice cream party thing, either, Toru.â
âHe flashes you such a devilish smile, steadying your hips to straddle him messily. Spreading your legs on either side of his weepy tip. âOh, fuck off.â
You hiss when youâre feeling the hot kiss his head is planting on your sensitive pussy lips, âFuck you.â
âNo.â Gojo chuckles, powerful thighs curling up to plant his feet on the mattress. Waiting. Anticipating. âIâm fucking you-â
Itâs barely even a warning - laughable, really - how thatâs all heâs gifting you with before bullying the very tip of his fat cock into your snug cunt in a sloppy hit.Â
He groans, eyes fighting to roll to the back of his head but caught so so greedily on the way you swollen pussy lips are being spread so obscenely to swallow every single inch after fucking inch. Disappearing down into your gooey walls, Gojoâs breath hitches at the first sign of resistance from your too-tight entrance.Â
âCâmon now.â he moans gutturally. Hips fucking up in a jagged, slow grind, trying so desperately to plunge himself in deeper. âCâmon câmon come- on-âÂ
âToru!â youâre gasping when he slides his soaked length even deeper. Feeding in to the way your gummy walls want more more more more- âYouâre so fuckinâ hngh- impatient.â
âMe?â heâs asking, voice a few octaves higher and dripping with the audacity to sound so genuinely in disbelief. âYouâre- youâre saying that Iâm impatient. Oh, sweetheart-â you blink back the lusty haze in your eyes to look down at Gojo fully, spying that upwards curl of his lips that you knew didnât mean well for you right now. â-look down.â
Your eyes widening as youâre whirling downwards to spy the way heâs not even halfway in yet. But thatâs not all, no, your poor pussy is just absolutely bulging around his girthy shaft, struggling, stretched to their limits - yet still quivering with the effort to try and milk something delicious out of him.Â
And the moment that tiny, shaky gasp leaves your mouth, his sharp hip bones are just crashing into yours. Toned hips lifting off of the bed to drive his achy cock into your drooling cunt. One hand kneads and gropes the flesh of your ass to steady you down, down, down-
âToru-â youâre moaning, like a mantra, once his angry tip is gliding across the spongy wall of your cervix. The stretch too much, Gojoâs cock so thick in his girth that you could feel each and every sweet spot of yours being dragged down his length. âF-fuck, Toru!â
He chuckles, gritting out through those long, determined grinds. Having himself now fully stuffed inside your cunt, heavy balls kissing at the curve of your ass, pubic hair scratching up against your needy clit. âCanât hah- keep quiet, can you? Fuckinâ love how needy she is- how needy you are.â
âSh-shut up-â you mewl, narrowing your eyes.Â
âHah- I would.â Gojo grins out so smugly. Tilting you precariously on top of him like some ragdoll to easily give your g-spot a mean crash of his greedy head. âBut you canât.â
And of course, heâs proving his own point by bouncing you in a heady, fast tandem, abs burning with the ache to fuck you so rude. Gojo spits once on two of his long, slender fingers, letting this lewd coating smear down to his knuckles before dipping them down to spread your puffy folds even farther.Â
âFuuuck, jusâ look at you.â he rasps, the deep baritone of his voice having your gummy walls mold even harder onto the shape of his cock. Gojo throws his had back, twitching balls squeezing harder with every increasing smack against your ass. âShit shit shit- how that bastard had you hngh- all to himself and didnât make th-this pretty pussy come everyday Iâll never understand.â Heâs pulling you down with a hand to the back of your neck, tightening, âSo donât we hah- rub it in his ugly face?â
Shit, the thought has you grinding and stuttering your hips down to meet Gojoâs unforgiving cadence, arching your body into him like you couldnât get enough.Â
âYou just got- hngh- so impossibly harder at that.â you push his bucking shoulders down onto the mattress. Now fully riding him just as much as he was fucking you into the mattress so animalistically. âAnd you call me needy.â
He scoffs, âIâm not the only one.â The fingers still lingering on your cunt moving to toy with your pulsing sensitive nub, teasing and toying your clit between two fingers. âCan you just h-hear how loud this pussy of yours is? Bet he can hear too.â
And it was true, the wet smacks were only getting louder. Sloppier. Squelching with the push and pull of Gojoâs pounding cock in the same maddening staccato.Â
But still - you werenât going to be compliant that easily. Feeling the familiar tingles of your high edging closer, you wanted to break him just one more time. âNah- I donât think he can.â
âOh youâre gonna regret that, silly girl.â
In all of two seconds - maybe even less than - Gojoâs using his immense strength to his advantage. Flipping the two of you over so your back is hitting the soaked sheets, droopy legs thrown over your shoulder to plow into you in such a mean mating press he has you folded into.Â
The new change in angle makes it even easier for him to be kissing your g-spot. Bruising. Branding his name onto your sweet spots - your cervix - so you wouldnât forget. So you canât forget.
âF-fuck, Toru-â youâre letting out staggered gasps every time he rams his hefty cock into you. Fingers still relentless on your clit - playing around with it as much as he was playing with your sanity. âIâm so-â
âWhat was that?â he interrupts through sloppy, stuttering thrusts. Free hand cupping his ear so goadingly, âCanât hear you, sweetheart.â
âToru-â youâre squealing over his rapidly accelerating movements. Fighting to babble out coherently, âToru mâclose-â
âLouder.â heâs grinning meanly. Hips burning with slowly fatiguing effort because heâs so close, your slick walls are massaging him so tight. But whereâs the fun if thereâs no teasing? âStill canât hear ya.â
Your voice is shot at this point, âToru, mâgonna cum-â
âLouder or mânot gonna let you.â
âToru! Fuck fuck fuck mâcumming.â It hits him before those loud moans are even leaving your mouth, because your velvety walls are clamping down so snug. Molding to the shape of him, your heels digging even deeper on his shoulder, nails raking red red patterns down the pale skin of his biceps. âMâcumming- ngh-â
And fuck each and every slam of his hips sends electricity up your spine, bullying you through your high. Dragging it out till you think you could go insane.Â
âGod- fuck youâre so-â Itâs the only hoarse grunt leaving Gojoâs lips before heâs spilling thick rope after rope of seed into the awaiting channel of your pussy. âSo perfect fâme.â
Two hands of his lace above your head, pushing you so impossibly deep down his thick hilt. Heâs cumming and cumming so hard like he never has in his life, body out of control with the way heâs stuffing you with every drop of seed.Â
He shivers at the overspill, gushing out of the corners of your ravaged cunt, painting a creamy ring around his tired base. Too much. And yet mindlessly thrusting even sloppier, catching your lips in a lazy, passionate kiss. âAt least we didnât fuckinâ kill each other, hm?â
You smile into it, slotting your hips languidly, âDidnât do hgnh- the neighbors any favors, either.â
âItâs Naoya, who fucking cares? âLimp dickâ my ass.â And oh how Gojo loved that sweet sweet smile gracing your lips, the way your eyes light up all because of him. He canât help but drawl out, âYâknowâŠsince we were locked up in this room for all three days, and have most of the day tomorrow, how about you and I actually do some sightseeing here before we leave?âÂ
You nod eagerly, tightening your legs around his waist and shit, this might just be heaven. âWe need a break after that contract, sâgonna be so fun.â
Heâs connecting his sticky forehead with yours, âOf course it will be, Iâll be there.â Babbling deliriously, drunk off the way youâre leveling him with another one of your familiar glares, âAnd we can use Yagaâs care, too, he never checks-â
âToruâŠâ you warn when Gojo cuts himself off with a gasp. Quirking an irritated brow - as you usually did when youâre with him, âDonât tell me youâve been dipping into Yagaâs card, heâll kill you if he finds out. Thatâs if I donât kill you first.â
â...â
â...ToruâŠâ
âIs this a bad time to tell you that I booked us this suite with it too?â
A/N. My red flag is making Naoya the shitty ex in every piece of writing I do (or is that a green flag hmmm?)
Plagiarism not authorized.
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eddie munson x fem!reader
A quiet night at home turns into something else entirely when Eddie Munson shows up to deliver your pizza.
Isnât this how all mediocre pornos great love stories start?
18+ MDNIâ8.1k
cw: light alcohol/weed use, discussions of poor sex-periences, bed sharing, down bad eddie, fingering/oral (fem receiving)
I edged myself a little with this, itâs like a 7:1 ratio of fluff to smut with nothing but tensionnn in between. Just how I like it.
You didnât mind being alone. Not really.
Truth be told, you kind of preferred a nice quiet night to yourself every now and again. It gave you a chance to read without interruption; to watch a long stretch of episodes of your favorite show you had seen a hundred times before; to indulge in a lengthened version of your skincare routine.
But lately youâd been having a lot of quiet nights.
Winter had settled fully in Hawkins, the frigid weather and barrage of storms lately making it difficult to go out at night or do much of anything other than sit inside and count the walls. And with Robin gone for the whole weekend, the relentless silence of your apartment only made it worse.
You made an honest effort to remedy the situationâsending a handful of texts to anyone you thought might be available, only to come up empty. Nancy and Jonathan were out celebrating some anniversary. Steve had a date with whatever girl he had conned into thinking he was charming enough to go out with this week. And Chrissy was fully buried underneath her coursework, but she âcould definitely do something next week!â
So that was that. You knew Argyle was working his usual shift, so you hadnât bothered to text him. Instead, dialing the number for Surfer Boy as you resolved to drown your sorrows in a pizza loaded with all the toppings Robin always gagged at whenever you suggested them.
It was impossible for you not to beam when the man himself answered, the roughness in his voice indicating he was currently surrounded by a fresh cloud of his beloved Purple Palm Tree Delight.
He was now managing the franchiseâs first and only midwest location they decided to open after the California chain started recording a deluge of calls from Indiana and assumed it must be some sort of untapped market. Come to find out, the people in Hawkins were just calling the number on the side of Argyleâs bright yellow van theyâd seen riding around town.
âThatâs all?â he chortled at your order. âOne small pizza? Are you and Buckley planning some kinda Battle Royale fight to the death or something?â
âSheâs gone for the weekend,â you explained.
âOh, really? All by your lonesome then, are you?â
His typically gravelly tone was tinged with a hint of mischief, but you didnât pay it much mind. This was Argyle, after all. You knew him well enough by now not to try and decode anything that went on inside that wonderfully weird head of his.
âWell, with you at work thereâs no one to keep me company, is there?â you teased, putting on a flirty affectation you just knew would make him blush.
âBaby doll, Iâll close up shop right now!â
His deep and throaty laugh made you giggle along with him as he relayed your order to the kitchen staff and then came back on the line to assure you that it would be there âlemony split.â
With dinner ordered, you started to assemble some essentials for your wild night on the sofaâ oversized blanket, extra snacks, a small arsenal of face masks and serums. You even splurged a bit and lit one of your nicer candles, the fresh scent of bergamot filling up your living room as you headed into the kitchen to clean up.
About half-way through you doing your dishes came the soft tread of footsteps on the stairwell outside, followed by a bouncy and rhythmic knock being rapped on your front door.
âOne sec,â you called out, shaking the remnants of soapy water from your hands and drying them on the thighs of your sweatpants.
Your hand closed around the door knob and you yanked it open only to be bombarded by a head of dark, wild curls and a pair of deep brown eyes that instantly made your mind go blank.
âWhat are you doing here?â
The words just burst out of you, sounding far harsher than you intended, and Eddie Munsonâs lips twitched with the beginnings of a smirk as he looked you up and down.
âNice to see you, too,â he chortled. âThat how you greet everyone who brings you your dinner?â
Your gaze fell to the pizza box he held in his hands that you had missed entirely, too distracted by his eyes and his nose and his lips and those cute little dimples in his cheeks. Not to mention his stupid big hands with his stupid long fingers that were wrapped around your dinnerâŠ
âSorry,â you said, squishing your eyes shut and shaking your head as though it would wipe away your lustful thoughts like an etch-a-sketch. âI just wasnât expecting you. Or, umâŠI meant, I didnât know you worked at Surfer Boy.â
âItâs a new gig,â Eddie said, his smile filled with as much wily charm as ever as he handed over the box. âArgyle convinced me to come on board. Decent hours and the moneyâs good.â
âOhâŠsweet.âÂ
You nodded back at him and prayed you didnât sound half as awkward as you felt. With one hand, you balanced the pizza box on your hip while the other reached for the cash youâd set out earlier on the little table by your door. But a frown covered your face as you glanced between the bills and the box you were holding that looked quite a bit bigger than it should have been.
âSomething wrong?â Eddie asked. âAw, shitâwe didnât fuck up the toppings, did we?â
âNo, no, nothing like that,â you assured. âItâs just, I only ordered a small and this oneâs a large.â
âOh, yeah. Arg had them change it after he rang it in. He just wanted you to have some extra.â
You chuckled, âReally? I donât know why, itâs just me tonight.â
âNo Buckley?â
Eddieâs brows raised slightly, disappearing behind his twisty bangs as he looked past you inside your apartment. You swayed slightly, in an attempt to block his view of the little couch nest youâd built for yourself. His gaze returned to yours, eyes flickering with something like intrigue.
âYouâre flying solo, then?â he asked.
âPretty much. I mean, I called around a bit and everyone was busy. SoâŠyeah.â
He tilted his head at you. âYou didnât call me.â
âOhâŠâ
Eddieâs lips quirked in a smile that actually made your breath catch. He didnât sound offended, not like he was accusing you of anything. But his soft voice and the feigned (it was feigned, wasnât it?) look of disappointment on his face made your chest radiate with warmth.
The truth was, you would have loved to call Eddie. You had actually hovered over his contact info in your phone more times than you cared to admit, only to keep chickening out at the last second.
âW-well, youâre working tonight,â you reasoned. âSo, we couldnât have hung out anyway.â
âActually⊠Argyle cut me early,â Eddie said. âTurned out to be a slower night than he thought, so he said I could call it quits after this delivery.â
Oh. Oh.Â
âWell, do youâŠâ You swallowed hard, trying to bring some relief to your throat that had run dry. âI mean, did you wanna have dinner? Apparently, Iâve got plenty of food.â
Another weak chuckle trickled out of you as you held up the pizza box, telling yourself it must be the heat of the pie within making your palms sweat the way they were. Eddieâs dark eyes actually danced under the harsh fluorescent lights of your buildingâs breeze-through.
âThatâd be great,â he said, flashing you a smile that made your knees wobble. âWayneâs gone this weekend too. Trailerâs kind of lonely without him.â
âOkay! Uh, come on in.â
The sudden shrillness of your voice made you cringe inwardly as you stepped sideways for him to pass, but he didnât seem to notice. Or at least he acted like he didnât. He simply smiled as he came inside, pausing to toe off his boots and shuck off his leather jacket at the door.
Heâd clearly dressed for the heat of Surfer Boyâs kitchen and not the bitter wind howling outside, clad only in a red and black flannel over a gray tank that seemed to cling to his lean frame as if by static electricity alone. His ratty black jeans taunted you with flashes of pale skin peeking through the holes in the knees and the smell of oregano filled your nose as he fluffed up his hair.
He looked a lot better than you didâparticularly when you were in your lounge clothes, which werenât exactly fetching.
Baggy and oversized, worn threadbare in more than a few places from multiple wears. Splattered with a myriad of tiny mystery stains no amount of washing could get out.
Nothing to be done about it now, you supposed.
Eddie had been to your place plenty of times for parties and movie nights, but that had always been with other people around.
Never just you. Never the two of you alone.
That realization and the nerves it induced made the back of your neck unbearably hot as you set the pizza on the coffee table and headed for the kitchen to retrieve plates and napkinsâall of the dignified and civilized things youâd have to use now that you had an audience.
And alcohol. Definitely, definitely needed alcohol if you were gonna even attempt to be normal.
âYou want a beer?â you asked from the fridge.
Eddie nodded as he followed into the kitchen and leaned against the cabinetry. His totally calm and casual demeanor only made you more anxious, your chest getting tight and your hands shaking as you pried the caps off two beers. You clinked your bottle against his and took a long draught, heart racing as you stared at the ceiling.
Chill the fuck out, you scolded yourself. Heâs just a guy. Itâs just pizza. Itâs no big deal, itâs noâ
âYou okay?â Eddie asked, making your runaway train of thought come to a screeching halt.
âYeah, totally,â you lied through your teeth. âUm⊠I guess I was fully in hermit mode already. I really didnât expect to see anyone tonight.â
Let alone you, you finished internally.
âSorry about that,â Eddie said. âI didnât mean to, like, crash your whole evening.â
âNo, noâitâs not like that at all,â you stammered, the words tumbling out of you in a rush. âIâm glad youâre here, really. Itâs nice to have company.â
âYeah? Okay, good.â He smiled into another sip of his beer. âIâm glad Iâm here too.â
Your lips spread into a smile that mirrored his and a sort of quiet warmth passed between you. You found yourself staring into his eyes, holding his gaze until it flickered down your body.
He studied you in that soul-plundering way of his that made you feel all light and tingly all over.
âHere, you should have this back,â he said all of a sudden, âI feel kind of weird keeping it.â
You looked down just as he tugged the money youâd paid him with out of his pocket. He held it out to you, only to find your hand already pushing it back, fingers briefly closing over his fist.
âEddie, no. No way,â you scoffed. âDonât be silly.â
He opened his mouth to protest, but you fixed him with a warning glareâa pretty withering one if you did say so yourself. One that made him nod reluctantly and sigh softly in defeat.
âAlright, at least let me contribute something,â he said, returning the cash to his pocket and instead producing a fat, pristinely rolled joint. Argyleâs handiwork, you were all but certain.
You grinned and clinked your bottle with his.Â
âDone.â
Beers and plates and joint in hand, you and Eddie headed over to the sofa only for you to stop short when you remembered your former plans for the evening. He watched curiously as you cleared the table, your stomach even more unruly now with half a beer sloshing around inside of it.
âWhatâs all this?â he asked, indicating the various packets and bottles. You laughed nervously.
âItâs just skin stuff. I was gonna do a face mask while I watched a movieâŠbecause thatâs just the rock and roll kinda lifestyle I lead.â
Your jittery attempt at a joke only made Eddieâs own smile widen as he plucked one of the packets from your grasp and held it up to read the label.
âCan I do one?â he asked.
You choked back another laugh, brow arching at him in disbelief. âDo you want to?â
âKind of, yeah,â he chortled. âThey look kinda like potions or something. Seems like fun.â
You rolled your shoulder in a shrug. âThen knock yourself out,â you said.Â
And he did.
Eddie plopped himself down at one end of the sofa and ripped into the package heâd selected. It was branded as a âunicornâ mask, which really just meant it was made out of shiny, holographic paper that shone with rainbows when the light hit it. He admired the swirling colors briefly and then set about laying the mask over his face, his head suddenly turning to catch you staring.
âAm I beautiful yet?â he asked, playfully fluttering his long lashes at you.
You already were.
The thought popped into your head so quickly you almost said it out loud and you had to bite back the comment, your pulse starting to race all over again. You pressed your lips together as you nodded and focused all your attention on placing a pair of gel patches under your own eyes.
Eddie watched you tap them into place, smiling. âYou do this a lot?â he asked.
âEvery couple weeks or so. More often in the winter because the cold really fucks with my skin. Obviously.â You gestured at your face and sighed.
âI never noticed,â he said with a gentle shake of his head. âAlways looks nice to me.â
The compliment made your face burn in spite of the cooling aloe patches and you shook your head, the tingling in your cheeks only increasing the longer his eyes lingered on you. With shaky hands, you reached for the remote and started flipping through the channels while Eddie dug into the pizza. The both of you hummed excitedly in unison as you landed on an old horror flick just as the opening credits had started to roll, the decision of what to watch made easy.
As you set the remote down and reached for your own slices, realizing Eddie had plated up two and placed them down in front of you, you couldnât stop your eyes from dating sideways to look at him once more. But the moment you did, a loud laugh burst out and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to try and stifle itâfailing miserably.
He had his tongue stretched out as far as it would go, the pink muscle wiggling wildly as he tried to guide the end of his pizza into his mouth through the too-small opening of his mask.
âHang on, hang on,â you said, taking some mercy on him. âLet me help you.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â he scoffed, âIâm doing great over here.â
It only made you laugh harder watching Eddie as he kept trying to eat, now clumsily flicking out his tongue like a drunken chameleon and grimacing when he tasted some of the product on his mask.
He stilled, though, as you scooted onto the center cushion and began to further tear the slits around his mouth, your fingers trembling as they brushed the corners of his plush lips.
Too late, you realized how close your face had gotten to his. Your eyes nearly crossed you were staring at him so hard, trapped in his hypnotic gaze as his enormous eyes locked on yours. The deep brown, almost black, of them only looked more otherworldly like this, surrounded by swirls of silver and rainbows like he was some kind of alien or android. Blinking dumbly, as if coming out of a trance, you pulled your hands away.
âUmâŠbetter?â you asked, eyes darting away from his face and almost instantly returning.
Eddie tested how far he could unhinge his jaw, stretching his mouth open as far as he could, unencumbered by the chin portion of his mask. He brought his slice up to take a massive bite.
âPerfect,â he said, grinning widely through a mouthful of cheese and sauce.
You actually did manage to relax at least slightly the longer the night wore on, helped immensely by the joint Eddie lit and offered to you to take the first hit. It passed leisurely between you, each of your inhales making it easier to deal with the idea that your lips were basically touching his.
Another movie started up after the one you first put on finished, but you made no move towards the remote. Your body felt warm and relaxed from the high, limbs melding into the sofa cushions like you were becoming part of them.
And Eddie too seemed perfectly happy to spend his night exactly where he was. His unicorn mask sat discarded on top of his pizza crusts and heâd shifted down in his seat, knees spreading wide and filling your mind withâŠthoughts.
You kept expecting him to make some excuse to leave, freaked out that heâd caught you looking at him just a few too many times for comfort.
But he never did.
âI think this is the last of it,â Eddie said, staring at the tiny smoldering nub pinched between his thumb and forefinger.
âTake it, itâs yours,â you smiled, letting your head squish against the back of the couch.Â
Eddie shook his head. âCâmon, now,â he grinned back at you. âSharing is caring.â
He crooked his fingers, motioning for you to move in closer as he brought the joint up to his lips and steadily inhaled the last hit. He shifted onto the center cushion and you mirrored his movement, his knee bumping your calf lightly as you tucked your feet beneath you, toes wiggling nervously.
With his free hand, he gently cupped the side of your face and tilted your head to the side as his own lips parted and you leaned together.Â
A stream of smoke poured out of him and you breathed it in, holding it in your chest for a few moments before you exhaled it back at him. He smiled as your breath fanned over his face, his dimples showing as his cheeks pushed up fully. The sight made your own smile spread, pulling your bottom lip back with your teeth as his thumb softly caressed your jaw.
His lips parted again, a whisper of your name falling off them, sounding like a foreign language.Â
You inhaled deeply again, trying to steady your racing heart, your whole body suddenly tingling in a way that was distinctly different from the way it did from the high. It didnât do any good, though, not when Eddieâs head lifted slightly and you swore his eyes started to closeâ
A loud BEEP made you jump away, the moment shattered by your phone getting a text.
You instantly felt the loss of Eddieâs hand where it had been holding you, cold now in spite of all the blood currently coursing beneath your skin. You turned and fumbled about for your phone as it beeped again, almost more insistently.
Eddie retreated to his end of the sofa and you gave your head another forcible shake, trying to rid yourself of the shivers running rampant over your body. Whatever you imagined was just about to happen was surely not going toâthe weed had to have your mind playing tricks on you.
âUgh.â
The sound popped out unconsciously, irritation flaring just at the sight of the name attached to the message and making you recoil before you even opened it to see what it said.
âJeez,â Eddie smirked at your distasteful noise, giving you a sly look. âWhoâs that?â
âNobody,â you sighed, rolling your eyes. âJust some guy I went out with a few times.â
Eddie sputtered slightly on the sip of beer heâd just taken, a dusting of pink spreading across his cheeks and his eyes rounding slightly as he wiped his palm on the thigh of his jeans.
âOh. Do I, umâŠdo I need to, like, make myself scarce or something?â
A bitter laugh burst out at the implication and you started to shake your head a little too hard. âAhh, no,â you told him flatly, âNot at all.â
Eddieâs shoulders relaxed, his smile returning, seeming almost a little pleased to hear that.
âHow come?â he asked with a teasing smile, nodding at the rest of your skincare on the table. âYou donât wanna get him over here? Get him all nice and moisturized?â
âIâm good,â you assured, clicking off your phone and silencing it before laying it face down on the table. âNot exactly in the mood to beg someone to go down on me tonight, soââ
âBeg?â Eddie scoffed, taking another swig of his beer. âWho has to be begged to do that?â
Your gaze darted sideways, eyeing him curiously.Â
âUhhâŠall of them? In my experience, most guys arenât all that into it. You know?â
âNo, not really,â he said, shrugging his shoulders. âI fuckinâ love it.â
Your own drink stopped half-way to your lips and you chanced another glance at him. Your voice went quiet. Meeker than you would have liked. Lacking all the frankness with which he spoke.
âYouâŠyou do?â
âWell, yeah,â he said. âI mean, making a girl come on your tongue is likeâŠâ
He trailed off into silence, looking up at the ceiling as he searched for the right word, but youâd jumped back in before he could find it.
âYou make them come? JustâŠjust from that?â
âAhhâŠâ Eddie faltered now, staring at his lap and picking at the label on his beer with his thumb nail. âNot always. It depends on the girl. But, I dunnoâŠmaybe, like, ninety percent of the time?â
âJesus Christ,â you gasped, eyes rounding with embarrassment when you realized you said it out loud. Beside you, Eddie shifted in his seat on the couch, turning himself towards you.
âDo you not come when they go down on you?â
You blinked back at him, almost too stunned to speak. âWellâŠno. They arenât usually down there that long. I mostly just need it because the spit helps when Iâm not wet.â
Holy shit. That weed must have been way stronger than you realized for these words to be spilling out of you like they were. Cheeks officially a raging inferno, you focused every speck of your attention on the movie flickering on the TV.
Eddieâs eyes never left your face, though. His expression only softened as he stared at you, his words coming out in a hushed whisper.
âOh, sweetheartâŠâ
Your face only burned hotter from the way he said it. Itâs not exactly pity in his tone, or filling his eyes, itâs more likeâŠdisappointment.
Disappointment in who, you werenât entirely sure. And you sure as shit werenât going to let this go on long enough to find out.
âIâm sorry, I donât know how we got on this,â you said. âThis is way too much information for you.â
âNo, no, thatâs not what Iââ
Eddieâs hand started to reach out for you, but you were already on your feet.Â
Scrambling to gather up your soiled plates and desperate to look anywhere besides at him, you hurried into the kitchen to start cleaning up. The weed in your system was starting to turn on you, making your mind run rampant with competing thoughts, the most persistent of them being an echo of Eddieâs voice, hearing the same four words over and over and over again.
I fuckinâ love it.
Just the memory of him saying them made your stomach swoop and your core flutter, your hands shaking as you reached to turn on the tap.
âCan I just ask you one more thing?â
Eddieâs voice behind you made your shoulders tense, but you forced them to remain stillâtrying to look relaxed. The plates in your hands clinked against the sink basin as you set them down and turned slowly, resting your butt on the edge of the counter as you nodded at him.
He moved forward tentatively, setting down the beer bottles heâd brought from the living room.
âDo you like going down on guys?â
Your mouth fell open at the question and you had to quickly snap it shut. âUmâŠyeah,â you said after clearing your throat. âI like it fine.â
Truth be toldâŠyou really did like it. And with the right partner, you kind of loved it.
There was a kind of satisfaction you got watching even the most confident and charismatic guys be reduced to a simpering pile of putty as soon as your mouth came anywhere near their cock.
It was an intoxicating sort of power you felt when you drew the most desperate and eager sounds out of themâlike when a guy slid into your mouth for the first time and just groaned in relief, like he had never felt anything as good as you in his life.
âOkay, then,â Eddie grinned, his eyes flickering as he watched your face. âSo the person youâre with should like it too, right? He shouldnât do it just because he has to. He should do it because he wants to make you feel good. The same way you want him to feel good.â
He took slow, careful steps forward as he spoke, the distance between you getting smaller with each. You felt your chest start to heave, trying to keep the furious pounding of your heart under control as Eddieâs body drew nearer.
He came to a stop in front of you, brown eyes trained on the space between your nose and chin. He licked his lips, running the flat of his tongue over the bottom one like he was imagining it was your own. Saliva flooded your mouth and you swallowed it down, lips trembling as they parted.
You thought you might be sick with anticipation, waiting for the touch of his mouth on yours. Because he was gonna kiss you, right?Â
God, did you want him to kiss youâŠ
Your grasp curled under the lip of the counter, nails digging into the wood beneath the laminate. Eddieâs eyes broke from yours, flitting down to see your hands clenched, like you were trying to rip off a chunk of it. His brow furrowed slightly and he took a step back, the absolute deflation you felt as he stepped away making your whole body slump as the tension flooded out of it.
It was so overwhelming, you had to look away, eyes landing on the clock over the stove.
âOh, shit!â you gasped, making Eddieâs head jump back up. âIs it really that late?â
Midnight had come and gone according to the glowing green numbers without you so much as noticing. Eddie swallowed hard, his mouth falling open like he wanted to say something else, but no words came out. Instead, he busied himself with getting the emptied bottles heâd set down and tossing them in the recycling bin.
âI, umâŠI should get out of your hair,â he sighed, ringed hand rubbing the back of his neck.
You werenât totally sure what possessed you to say what you did next. Something about the sight of his frowning face, the corners of his lips turned down in confusion or even disappointment, it was hard to say which. All you could think was that you didnât want him to leave.
âYou donât have to,â you said suddenly.
Eddieâs stopped short and his spine straightened, his head turning slowly towards you like he wasnât convinced he really just heard those words come out of your mouth. You shot him a small smile.Â
âYou can stay overâŠif you want.â
He stared back at you, doe eyes blinking at you in surprise. âReally?â he asked.
âYeah, of course,â you said, trying not to sound like your vocal chords were in a vice. âThe roads are shit and itâs late. I meanâŠitâs only if you want. You certainly donât have toââ
âNo, no, no, that-that would be great, actually,â he said, the words tumbling out in a rush. He took a steadying breath and smiled as his eyes met yours again. âIâd really like that.â
With the sort of energy that would make a hummingbird jealous, you bustled around the apartment gathering a spare pillow and an extra blanket for Eddie while he brushed his teeth in the bathroom. You carried them over to the couch, hugging the linens tight to your chest.Â
You thought about how they might smell like him in the morning. How he might wake up with his hair all big and messy from sleep, his eyes half-lidded with crust in the corners, his boxers slung low on his narrow hips, the small trail of hair that swirled just below his navel on displayâ
âThanks,â Eddie said, making you jump when you realized he was behind you.Â
Your heartbeat thundered in your eardrums as you turned around and held the linens out to him. His fingers met yours among the folds and you nearly jumped out of your skin at the contact.
âN-no problem,â you said, averting your gaze again as you headed down the short hallway.
You hovered at your bedroom door, glancing back over your shoulder at Eddie as he flicked off all of the lights except the one on the end table, peeling away his flannel to reveal his sinewy arms littered with tattoos. The sight made your cheeks pulse in time with your heartbeat. Among other things.
âGood night,â you said.Â
Eddieâs head snapped up and he stared at you for a brief moment, his eyes running up and down your body, his bottom lip between his teeth like he was deep in thought about something.
âGood night,â he said finally. âSleep tight.â
In bed, sleep evaded you.Â
You lay there, splayed wide in the center of your mattress, arms and legs stretched out across the rumpled sheets youâd gotten yourself twisted up in too many times to count as youâd turned over and over and over and over, searching for a comfortable position. Finding none.
Any attempt at settling down for the night was impossible when you couldnât shake thisâŠthis⊠incessant, obstinate, unrelenting need calling out for satisfaction. It was like your body could sense that Eddie was in the next room and was refusing sleep in favor of filling your mind with thoughts of what could happen, of what he might be doing, if you just went out there and went for it.
What if you did? Just strode down the hall and climbed on top of him in the dark? Whipped off your sleep shirt to bare yourself and let his hands and lips roam freely all over you? You could just about feel the cold bite of his rings on your skin, you were thinking about it so much.
The conversation youâd had earlier kept running through your head, his words still echoing in your mind and making you throb everywhere.Â
I fuckinâ love it, heâd said. Blatantly. Plainly. Like it should be obvious. But youâd never heard anyone express that kind of affinity for eating a girl out.
The majority of the guys youâd been with, those who had been willing to do it at all, only seemed to be doing so under duress or out of obligation. Or worse, they spent the exact bare minimum amount of time down there in order to get you going, only to stop short, and wasted no time redirecting the focus to their pleasure.
Then, of course, they had all the time in the world.
It was hard to say why, but there was something about Eddie wanting to do itâeven being eager to do so, that only made him hotter.
You huffed loudly and pushed the heels of your hands against your eyes, forfeiting the staring contest you were locked in with your ceiling.
This was so stupid. You were getting yourself all worked up, and over what? Eddie was most likely balls deep in a REM cycle by now, and if you went out there and made some kind of ill-conceived âmoveâ on him there was absolutely, positively, no chance in hell he would everâ
Knock knock knock
The gentle raps on your door made you bolt upright in bed. They were so quiet, you thought maybe you might have dreamed them, painfully awake as you were. But then they sounded again, this time accompanied by Eddieâs hushed voice tentatively calling out your name.
âYeah?âÂ
Your eyes zeroed in on your door knob, waiting with bated breath for it to turn, but Eddie spoke again before he dared to even touch it.
âHey, umâŠcan I come in?â he asked.
You tugged your sheets upwards, covering your exposed thighs as you inhaled a deep bracing breath. âS-sure,â you said, still despising the nervous way your voice wavered.
The door finally cracked open and Eddie poked his head in. A little sliver of light from the hallway illuminated your room and you could see his curls were now tied up in a bun, sitting low on his neck with a few short tendrils framing his face. It made it so that you could actually see his ears and you realized for the first time they were kind of cute.Â
How the fuck could ears be so cute?
âSorry to bug you,â he whispered. âBut do you have an extra blanket or something? Itâs, umâŠit's kind of cold out there.â
âOh, shit,â you sighed in realization. âItâs probably the windows. One of them doesnât close right. Uh, yeah, just let meââ
You started to climb out of the bed, only to freeze as your foot hovered over the rug. The big shirt you had worn to sleep in was long, but not that long. The hem of it barely skimmed the bottom of your ass and if you stood up, you would basically be flashing Eddie your underwear.
Maybe it was okay? It would only be for a second. And it was mostly dark, maybe he wouldnât even notice? Or maybe you didnât need to get out of bed at allâŠ
âYou know, umâŠâ You licked your lips, daring yourself to look back up at Eddie. âYou could just sleep in here. If you want.â
Eddieâs eyes flickered at that, dark brown irises black in the low light, filling with something you couldnât quite place. Was it apprehension? Surprise? Excitement?
âYou sure?â he asked, his voice still hushed.
You swallowed hard as you drew your leg back underneath the warmth of the blanket, nodding at him to confirm, your teeth gnawing at the fleshy insides of your cheek as you did.
He entered the room fully, revealing how heâd stripped down to nothing but his tank top and a pair of blue checkered boxers. As he pushed the door closed behind him and crossed over to the opposite side of your bed, your heart threatened to beat straight out of your chest.Â
Your eyes briefly darted downwards only for you to avert them just as quicklyâtelling yourself it must be the dark playing tricks on you, making you think you saw his boxers were half-tented.
The mattress dipped as he settled into the bed with you and you felt a rush of heat that came off his body like a furnace as you both scooted down to lay flat. Your body was rigid as you resumed your staring contest with the ceiling, thundering heartbeat only picking up more speed when Eddie rolled over onto his side to look at you.
âCan you not sleep?â he asked, his voice coming out in a gentle rasp.
Your hair rustled against your pillow as you shook your head. âNo. You?â
âNope. Iâve, umâŠIâve been thinking about what we talked about,â he said slowly. âEarlier.â
You inhaled sharply, certain he had to be able to see the effect he had on you even in near pitch darkness. But was it really your imagination that you seemed to have a similar effect on him?
âYeah?â you whispered.
Eddie nodded, his eyes dropping to your mouth, the tip of his tongue swiping across his bottom lip to wet it as he spoke.
âI was wondering if I couldâŠif youâd like me toââ
âYes.â
The word all but flew out of you, filled with heat and need. And no sooner had you uttered it was he rolling on top of you, his body pressing against yours, his rapidly firming length prodding your heat through your panties. His lips descended on to yours, making every part of you heave in response to his touch. He actually moaned into your kiss, both your lips and his vibrating with the sound. Every part of him moved with yours in perfect harmony, every curve and bulge of his body finding a home against your own.
Itâs like youâre warm bread and heâs the butter, spreading smoothly across you and melting into your every crease and crevice.
âFuck, Iâve wanted this so long,â he panted out in between feverish kisses dotted along your neck, his teeth nipping at your racing pulse.
âReally?â
âGod, yes,â he groaned, his hands gliding over the length of your body. âI dreamed about touching youâŠhow youâd soundâŠwhat youâd taste likeâŠâ
âJesus Christ.â
You had never felt like this before, your very being thrumming with energy and ready to go off like a firecracker as soon as someone lit your match. You could have chalked it up to the weed, or to the beer, or to the fact that you hadnât been touched like this in so longâand even when you had been touched, it was nothing like this.
But ultimately you knewâŠthe real reason was him.
âFeel good?â Eddie asked, his pink lips curled up in a catlike smile as he rolled his hips forward, pressing them against you in a filthy grind that had your back arching off the bed.
âShit,â you gasped, breathless, âS-so good, Eddieâfuck.â
The way he was moving against you had your mind emptying rapidly. It was all you could do not to wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze him close to increase that sinful sweet pressure he was putting on your core. But Eddie was quick to give you more, pushing up on his hands so his hips married with yours and he could look down at the mess he was making of you.
âEddie, I want you to fuck me,â you whined, voice all high and desperate. âI need it, please.â
His original offer had officially flown out of your head. All you could think about right now was him being fully seated inside of you, his cock stroking your walls, his thrusts reaching deep. Heâd gotten you so wet just from kissing, him going down on you now was practically redundant.
âYou want my cock already, huh?â he teased you lowly, leaning in close again, the tip of his nose touching yours. âToo bad.â
His gentle mocking tone and the way he purred so softly made every atom in your body tremble. You stared up at him with your hips squirming trying to chase the friction you so desperately needed as he started to shuffle further down the bed, making you whimper at the loss.
âWhatâs wrong?â he chuckled at your pitiful little sound. âYou think Iâm being mean?â
You nodded back at him and his giant eyes glinted in the dark, his handsome face full of mirth and mischief as his chest rumbled with a laugh. The sound of it rippled down your spine, making it go instantly rigid and then slackening like the crack of a whip. Oh, you were in troubleâŠ
âWell, I am mean. And selfish too,â he gritted out, his fingers kneading at your waist, bunching the material of your t-shirt in his fists to pull it taught across your chest. âBecause Iâm gonna kiss this pussy all I wantâŠall night long, if I feel like it.â
With his words dripping thick and sweet from his lips, he shifted even further down on the bed with a practiced swivel of his hips. He kissed his way down your body, pushing up the hem of your shirt to reveal the bare expanse of your stomach and hips, groaning again as he caught a glimpse of the underside of your breasts.
âIâveâŠbeen waitingâŠway too longâŠto taste youâŠâ
His voice slipped back into that lower register as he placed a line of delicate kisses to your navel in between his words. His head dropped lower, lower, lower until he met the apex of your spread thighs. A soft moan escaped your lips as he laved his tongue over your clothed slit, licking through the thin barrier until his spit had soaked through the cotton to mix with your arousal.
âTake them off,â you gasped, raising your hips to help him.
If he had decided to tear them, to rip them right from your body, you wouldnât have minded in the slightest. But he curled his fingers around the elastic and dragged them down your legs, settling back on his calves to tug them off, the blunt edges of his fingernails raking lightly over your skin all the way to your ankles. It made gooseflesh bloom across every inch of you, all the way to your scalp as you pushed your head back into the pillow, so overwhelmed by the feeling.
He works infuriatingly slow. Teasing you, toying with you like itâs a big game. He kissed softly along your seam, nuzzling his face against your inner thighs, skimming his lips over your folds that are doused with your slick, not even bringing his tongue into play yet. It makes your clit just ache for him, the little bundle of nerves yearning for the attention he just won't give it.
Not yet.
Finally, finally, he placed one long kiss on your sensitive bead, popping off far too soon for your liking to murmur softly to you in the dark.
âCanât believe you had to beg that loser to do thisâŠIâd beg you just to let me do itâŠâ
âThen do it, Eddie,â you groaned, bunching the sheets in your fists. âPlease, please, just do itââ
Youâre almost crying now you want him so badly, the anticipation making your chest tighten and your lungs constrict. All the amusement drains from Eddieâs face as he looks at you, doe eyes shining like they held every star in the galaxy as he studied your pained expression.
âRelax for me, baby,â Eddie soothed in a steady whisper, his palm rubbing across your stomach. âIâm gonna take care of you, okay? I promise.â
Keeping your gaze locked on his, you nodded back at him and then closed your eyes to take the deepest breath you could manage. He watched you silently, studying the way your chest rose as you inhaled, and the way you held the breath in for a five count before you released.
And just as your breath crested, just as you felt the relief of the oxygen flowing throug your body, he fixed his lips around your clit and sucked.
The noise that he dragged out of you didnât even sound human. It was shock, it was calm, it was joy, it was confusion, it was elation, it was rage.
It was as though every emotion youâd ever felt in your whole life was thrown into a blender and that sound was the end result.
Your hips jumped, bucking into his face, but Eddie never faltered. He kept his hold on you, arms wrapped tight around your thighs to keep them spread open so he could continue to devour you. He didnât just go down on you, his mouth and tongue and chin and nose moved together in any and every possible direction until you yourself had forgotten which way was up.
It made you doubt your very existence. No way was this real. No way could anything feel this fucking good. And yet at the same time, it was too real. The tickle of his hair on your inner thigh, his hot breath fanning over your most private skin, the noises he made muffled by your pussy lips. Every visceral detail swirled together, rushing you headlong towards oblivion.
âThatâs it, thatâs it,â Eddie said hoarsely. âCome on my tongue for me, beautiful. I gotta have it.â
He pulled his lips from you, his fingers plunging easily inside your gushing center, crooking up to rub that spot you only ever dreamed of someone reaching. As you clenched around his digits and he could feel how close you were, his tongue returned to your folds in long and languid swipes that ended in fluttering flicks and swirls.
He does everything so carefully, so thoroughly, that the brink he brings you to feels more earned than anything youâve ever felt. Stars burst behind your rolled back eyes, tears squeezing out at the corners and spilling down your cheeks.
Your mouth fell open as you moaned in earnest abandon, chanting out his name in praise in between heaving breaths to gulp down air.
The aftershock seems to last longer than the orgasm itself, your legs twitching under Eddieâs firm grasp long after the explosive feeling had receded. He slid up to lay next to you, cradling you gently in his arms, out of breath himself as he watched you return to earth, his nose and mouth and chin all glistening with your spend.
âYou okay?â he asked, hopeful and earnest, his cocky bravado long since dissolved.
âSo good,â you gasped. âIt was incredible, Eddie. Holy shitâŠâ
His chest shook with a low laugh at your dazed expression. Your eyelids drooped, exhaustion trying to overtake you, but you forced it back. Suddenly filled with the urge to make him feel as good as you did, you let your hand drift toward his boxers, making his whole body shudder as your hand grazed across a damp spot there.
WaitâŠwas that? No, not a chance. No way did he come just from eating you out.
âEasy, killer,â Eddie chuckled, reaching down for your wandering hand and lacing his fingers with yours to gently tug it back up and kiss it. âWhat do you want in there, huh?â
âEddie, please,â you pouted up at him as your eyes fought to stay open. âI want more, I want to make you come too.â
âWe will,â he assured you, his fingertips gently trailing across your forehead, down your temple, along your jaw. âJust close your eyes for a minute. Then weâll do anything you want.â
The sigh you let out was a little huffy, but you couldnât deny how appealing it sounded to rest your eyesâjust for a minute. They start to flutter shut and the last thing you felt was Eddieâs warm breath on your ear as he leaned close to whisper,
âGood night, sweetheart.â
Sunlight came streaming through your blinds far too soon for your liking. Its warm rays splashed across your face as it rose in the sky and you withdrew reluctantly from your sleep.
A deep, blissful, fucked-out sleep like you hadnât had in years.
Everything came into focus slowly as you woke. The hum of the fan overhead pushing cool air down, the distant chirp of birds from the tree outside your windowâŠthe subtle weight of Eddieâs arm slung across your torso.
He was still asleep next to you, snoring softly with his face smashed into the lilacs printed on your pillowcase. You couldnât be sure if he had fallen asleep holding you or if he reached for you at some point during the night and never let go.
Either option was equally enthralling.
His hair had come loose from his bun, curls now big and frizzy around his face like a lionâs mane. And even in sleep, there was a look of quiet satisfaction on his face. Contentedness, like he was in the middle of a really good dream. You even let yourself believe you saw the slight curve of a smile on his plush lips, one you were sure matched your own.
You reached out a hand and gently touched the fringe obscuring his large forehead, brushing them back to reveal the thickness of his eyebrows and the dusting of freckles along his nose and cheeks. Fuck him, if he wasnât even prettier.
Moving carefully so as not to disturb his slumber, you rolled over onto your side and reached for your phone on the nightstand, looking for the time and instead finding a text from Argyle.
hope u enjoyed ur special delivery ;)
Thank you for reading. love you, mean it! đ
This has been gathering dust in my drafts for a minute now.
Been feeling the lack of inspiration/motivation to write lately real hard, so it was nice to go back to something that I really enjoyed writing and had a lot of fun with.
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He wants it to be like WeChat from China, without understanding why WeChat is so dominant in China.
A lot of social media sites we use are straight up banned in China. No YouTube for video sharing, no Instagram for photos, no Tumblr for blogging, no Facebook for keeping up with friends, no nothing. WeChat is the substitute for *all of these apps* itâs the only option you have if you want to use a service like the ones I mentioned above.
WeChat is also sponsored by the Chinese government.
The west doesnât have a government that would force use of an app like this, and like the OP said; nobody wants an âEverything Appâ. We have dedicated apps for videos, pictures, fan fiction, hell even food delivery. Everyoneâs not going to switch to an everything app when the individual apps weâve already been using for these tasks work fine.
Not only is this a subpar business move at best, all itâll do is drive away the remaining existing users that arenât Muskrat Bootlickers. They came to Twitter because they wanted to use Twitter, the social app where you can share your thoughts with others. They didnât come for X, the Everything App, and I donât think theyâll stay for it either.
Why an "all in one" platform wouldn't work
People don't go to youtube to see their grandma's latest thought, they go to facebook. people don't go to twitter to see unrealistic beauty standards, they go to instagram. people don't go to tik tok to sell their old couch, they go to facebook or ebay. variety of platforms is important. you can't have an "all in one" because then your main purpose will be abandoned so you can focus on other features and then people will inevitably move to a different platform where they actually focus on the features that they came for.
#twitter rebrand#twitter is now x#twitter#elon twitter#elon musk#this whole situation is just fascinating to me#like this is everything youâre not supposed to do when running a company itâs so bizarre#as someone who majors in Public Relations and Marketing this is so fucking entertaining
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every time i hear that when a kpop group records a song, every member sings the entire song first and then the parts are chosen and assigned based on how it all came out, i'm kind of like. sad for those who only get two short lines or like random shouting in the bg. because if it was assigned upfront, based on "main vocals get 67% of the song, sub vocals get the rest, and *squints* who are you? ah right, sorry, you can say 'oh yeah!' twice", then... well, it's not good either, but it must be mad frustrating to sing a whole song and basically get the feedback that well you only sang one line well enough to put it in the song. or none at all. woo! yeah! come on! :(
#shrimp thoughts#obviously being in show business means you need to get used to criticism and not take it to heart but still :/#those guys can train for Years only to get total scraps#i don't get kpop line assignment in general#like i'd think that if title tracks are for the main vocalist to show off then at least subvocals can shine in the b-sides! but no#and everyone treats line/screentime discourse as the worst thing on earth and they're right because kpop people are rabid and turn#'i wish X got to sing more; i like their voice' to 'X's company is actively sabotaging them and also main vocalist Y is stupid and stinks'#that being said. it just financially doesn't add up to have members you don't utilize (thus not allowing them to grow AND get a#fanbase on their own. this especially applies to foreign members like hi that's a new market! use this chance!)
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we broke up (one shot)
hugh jackman x f!reader
summary: you get dragged to a work event by your boyfriend of three years when Hugh comes to flirt with you. after you reluctantly tell him youâre taken, he backs off for the most part. a few months later, Hugh tells the story during an interview but little does he know youâre single now.Â
warnings: implied age gap (not mentioned), flirting while in a relationship (kinda)
authors note: here's a little oneshot I wrote tonight. enjoy <33
Youâd been with your boyfriend, Rowan, for a few years now. He earned a degree in marketing and immediately got a job for a studio. While he enjoys his job and it brings in good money, the events he dragged you to were unbelievably boring. The company he worked for always had big parties after a success on a project. At first they were interesting, often running into celebrities here and there given that it was the success of their movie, but lately you found yourself sitting at the bar more often than not. It was routine at this point. Rowan would show you off for the first hour, then he would toss you aside to fend for yourself. You werenât the biggest social butterfly, hence why you liked to sit alone, drinking.Â
Tonight wasnât any different. You were at another party for the successful marketing for Deadpool and Wolverine. Youâd heard a few whispers that the stars of the movie themselves were somewhere wandering around but you hadnât had the pleasure of seeing them. Rowan dumped you at the bar a little over thirty minutes ago and youâve been sipping on some fruity little drink ever since, completely in your own world. You made small talk with the bartender every once and a while but you were mainly people watching.Â
âMind if I join?â A deep Australian accent asks. You look up and see a gorgeous older man. He was wearing a dark blue suit with a pair of black expensive looking glasses. He was deliciously tall and had a thich salt and pepper beard. âUh no, go ahead.â He sits in the bar stool next to you. He orders a drink from the bartender before returning his attention back to you. âPardon me if this is too forward but you are the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen.â The comment takes you aback. âOh um, thank you. Thatâs really sweet of you to say.â He looks down to your glass thatâs nothing but melted ice at this point. âCan I buy you another drink?â He asks. âYou probably shouldnât. Iâm takenâŠsadly.â You whisper the last part, unsure if he heard it or not. âOh! I apologize for coming on to you. Youâve been sitting here by yourself for so long, I thought you might have come alone.â You huff out a laugh. âMy boyfriend works for the company. Heâs out there socializing or whatever.â You shrug and signal to the bartender, asking for another drink. âThatâs a shame. If you were mine, youâd be on my arm all night.â He smirks. âIs that right?â You smile at him. Before he can answer, you feel your phone vibrate with a text from Rowan that reads âwhere are you babe? Time to leave.âÂ
âWell, the boyfriends calling, I gotta go.â You carefully climb out of the chair and grab your jacket and purse off of the back. As you start to walk away, the man speaks again. âWait! Whatâs your name?â You turn back to face him. âY/n.â He smiles and repeats it. âIâm Hugh.â His answer surprises you. âOh! Congrats on the movie. I didnât even recognize you at first with the beard and all.â He laughs. âBye Hugh.â You wave before walking off.
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Itâs been a few months since that night in July, it being September now. You and Rowan had broken up mid-August, both of you agreeing that the relationship wasnât going anywhere. It hurt for a little bit but you knew it was for the best. Living with him had been awkward as you searched for a new place, deciding that he can keep the current apartment. You wanted a fresh start, which is where you are now. Tonight was your first night in your new apartment. You didnât have any furniture yet but you were happy. You bought an air mattress to make do until you could afford an actual bed.Â
It was around midnight and you were doing your nightly youtube watch. You were scrolling through your recommended videos when you saw Hughâs face pop up. It was an interview posted a few minutes ago from him on some late night show youâd never heard of. You clicked on it, wanting to hear what the man was up to these days. The interview was a standard one, mostly questions on his upcoming movie about some sheep. You werenât really paying attention, close to dozing off when a question peaked your interest.Â
âSo Hugh, itâs almost been a year since the announcement of your divorce and the fans wanna knowâŠHowâs your dating life doing? Are you seeing anyone?â The woman asks, wiggling her eyebrows. Hugh lets out a big laugh. âIâm actually not seeing anyone. Itâs funny you ask because the last time I even attempted to flirt with a woman she turned me down.â The interviewer's eyebrows shoot up in shock. She gasps before asking, âHow could anyone turn you down? We need to know the full story here.âÂ
âRyan and I were at this party for the marketing team that worked on Deadpool and Wolverine and I saw this absolutely gorgeous girl sitting at the bar all alone.â The interviewer is nodding her head, engaging with every word Hugh says. âI eyed her for a while to see if anyone was with her but she sat there alone for a good thirty minutes before Ryan hyped me up to go over there. When I finally did, I ordered a drink and tried to play it cool but I felt the urge to tell this girl how stunning she was, so I did.â You giggle to yourself and you hear him tell the story from his point of view. âShe thanked me and I offered to buy her another drink. I kid you not, in the prettiest voice Iâve ever heard she says âyou probably shouldnât, iâm taken.ââ His hands go up to his chest, gripping right above his heart. âMy heart broke mate. I flirted a little more in true Hugh fashion but she had to go. I havenât been able to get her out of my head since.âÂ
âWhat a lucky woman, Iâm sure she regrets it.âÂ
âHey, I tried my best.â He shrugs before looking at the camera. âY/n, if you ever break up with him. Iâm all yours baby.âÂ
Your jaw drops, the sound of cheers blasting from your phone. Â
âwe broke up. Iâm all yours. @/RealHughJackmanâÂ
You hit send on the tweet and hoped it would be enough to bring him back to you.
thank you for reading <3
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