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Vanessa Paradis in Fading Gigolo appreciation post!
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turn on that red light: eddie x reader x steve
gigolo!steddie x bestfriend!reader
summary: the indianapolis nightlife has become steve and eddie's career, but they didn't expect you to walk through the bar.
warnings: no minors! smut, brief mention of kidnapping, first time
author's note: hi! it's been awhile since i've been able to post and hopefully i'll have some more time to in the coming weeks :) thank u to @lilacletter and @andvys for being amazing and i love u! i hope you all enjoy :) xx elora. (didn't proof read)
It started off as a simple favor.
Eddie was paranoid about reaching another birthday as a virgin, so Steve became his wingman, heading to the bar with him. The pretty brunette caught his eye, elbowing his friend who sprung into action, both going up to her with charisma and a few shots of whiskey down their throats.
She had been around Hawkins before, coming to the buzzing parties for drinks and a quick romp. Steve recognized her from some parties and she was always friendly, usually switching between conversations and dancing.
Earning her attention, Eddie fumbled some words, but was able to charm her. The issue arose when she grabbed both of their hands, pulling them to a darker corner to kiss Eddie. As Steve went to slip away, she turned to meet his lips, still grabbing onto his friend.
They stumbled into an uninhabited bedroom, covered in a peculiar shade of green that raised their brows. It wasn’t a typical first time by any means, but when the girl left, an idea sprouted.
“Shit, I’d pay for a fuck like that.”
Two days later while Eddie browsed the aisles of Family Video, their cumulative thoughts reached a tipping point when they saw a copy of American Gigolo, a movie neither of them had seen personally, but knew the plot and how scandalous it was considered.
The erotic cover felt strange in the sea of movies beside it in much more pleasant art, but he still found himself looking at the plastic sleeve, reading the back intently.
Steve continued to check in movies, but kept his eye on Eddie, somehow picking up on what his friend must have been thinking. He just wouldn’t be the one to initiate it, abiding by his task at hand before Keith came in for the night shift.
“You think people do shit like this here?” Eddie wondered out loud, not averting his gaze, his friend was the only one in the building.
Although he knew what his friend was referencing, he played clueless, sending a hum as a response. The tape was thrown in front of him onto the counter, Richard Gere standing in the shadows of blinds in a suit.
With the curiosity harvesting, they went out later and later on weekends. After the friends' weekly movie nights, they’d meet up when everyone else retreated, walking around until they found something that piqued their interest.
Illuminated by the neon lights above their heads, they watched the only strip club in Hawkins go from a ghost town to welcoming people from the upper class to the lower class.
Yet, they knew they needed to head back to Indianapolis to dig a little deeper. Not only for more information, but to sustain their anonymity. Living their whole lives in a small town meant they had to be careful and in a big city, they faded into the background.
A few months later, they spent multiple nights a week in the big city, now one of the most sought talents in the clubs. Wandering from club to club, they received a call from the manager of the club, stating someone needed to see them. Sometimes, they were granted a brief description, but others remained a mystery until the door was locked.
The rooms began as motels, working for a hundred or two, but as they became more notorious, the luxury crept up. Large penthouse suites with skyline views, expensive wine that Steve had only had with his parents, and significantly higher pay.
None of their friends had discovered their little secret, keeping the extra cash saved with Eddie putting some towards bills behind Wayne’s back to avoid confrontation. It was only when Robin got a little too nosey in Steve’s room when he went to the bathroom, finding one of the envelopes with the outline of his appointment that night.
Despite using the alias’ in front of customers, it had Steve and Eddie’s names beside their fake ones, Titan and Sneak. Steve thought he would throw up when he walked in on his best friend holding the paper in her hands.
“Robin! What the hell-”
“Steve, what is this, are you and Eddie-”
Steve hushed her quickly, not even saying it out loud when home alone, paranoid of lingering ears. She looked at him with wide eyes, clearly taken aback, not just by the letter, but by Steve’s anxious demeanor.
“Rob, you can’t tell anyone, please.” He huffed, sitting in front of her on the ground as she sat against his bed. She almost laughed at how juvenile he seemed, pouting with worry.
“I won’t, I swear,” She rushed, patting his shoulder awkwardly. With his heart trying to get back to its standard beat, Steve grabbed the paper back, crumpling it in his hands.
That night at Steve’s house, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, Robin, and you came over to watch a movie. Things went as normal, popcorn and candy with more joking than movie watching.
But the lingering fear you would discover the truth remained. You had grown up in Hawkins and became friends with Eddie in junior high, meeting Steve at summer camp when you were 14. The two boys becoming friends after high school made your small trio form, practically attached at the hip.
There was a mutual protectiveness over you that the boys shared, knowing you were sensitive and had no ill will to anyone. While you weren’t naive, you were fairly innocent and hadn’t experienced as many things as they had.
Watching you walk into the door, smiling and giving both boys a tight hug, the strain in their chest resonated quickly. The warmth of your smile made them melt as you remained in their soft spot, joining the rest of their friends on the couch.
As the credits rolled, everyone, but Eddie and Robin left. She could tell Eddie was antsy, likely hoping she would leave so they could take the hour-long drive. While she knew she wouldn’t tell anyone, that didn’t mean she wasn’t nosey.
“So, how weird are these chicks that pay for sex? Or guys, obviously I don’t judge.” Robin blurted, Eddie choking on his beer with wide eyes while Steve threw his hands up in disbelief.
“Rob!” Steve hissed, running his hands through his hair, cringing at the bluntness that they weren’t used to with that topic.
“Why the fuck did you tell her?” Eddie practically yelled, beginning to pace around the living room anxiously.
After relaying the story, Eddie calmed slightly, knowing it was a pure accident and Robin would likely keep the secret as her closest friend is a central one involved. Her inquiries spewed as soon as both boys relaxed, getting ready for their night out.
Suddenly, Robin went from completely oblivious to their confidant, their ramblings increasing in detail as it went further. An encounter she couldn’t help, but laugh at was an older rich woman who asked them to dress like sailors and dance for her before sex.
“She paid a lot, so I don’t give a shit.” Eddie shrugged, spraying a bit more cologne and tying back his hair, “We’ll fill you more in later, we got to roll.”
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You and Robin had been sitting in Starcourt after she secured free ice cream from an old manager from Scoops Ahoy who couldn’t care less about their job. With a scoop of Oreo in your cup and cookie dough in hers, you sat down in a quieter corner of the bustling food court.
“I went to rent a copy of Dirty Dancing and Steve wasn’t working,” You sighed with furrowed brows, “He hasn’t been there the last few times I’ve been and Eddie hasn’t been at the mechanic’s shop either because I had to bring in my mom’s car and they said he’s only working one day a week, but they seemingly have more money than ever!”
The nervous glance she gave you was brief, but seen, making your suspicions rise.
“What do you know?” You glare though not very menacingly, Robin was tempted to crack under pressure, you two had known each other for a few years now. You had never given her a reason not to trust you.
“They got second jobs.” Robin quipped, shoving her mouth with the treat that was melting into soup.
“Oh, really? Where?” You pondered, accepting this, slightly wounded that they didn’t tell you.
The crimson coating Robin’s freckled face puzzled you, her mouth opening to tell a lie, but as you looked into her eyes without an ounce of insincerity, it became more difficult.
To say Robin made waves would be an understatement, she released a whole tsunami. Each new tidbit of information surprised you, that your two closest friends were sex workers. When the conversation ran dry, you went your separate ways and you went straight to your bedroom.
The borderless confines of your mind ran with the thoughts of your friends, thoughts you had kept at bay for years in fear of ruining your dynamic, constantly in a limbo of liking one or the other.
The insecurity of your sexuality had been potent as years went on, feeling yourself missing opportunities you didn’t realize were there. It seemed like some cruel joke that not only were your friends having sex, but they were getting paid to do it.
As you got ready for bed, your inquisitiveness crept upon you as you undressed, running your hands over your bare chest, pretending they were a set of hands that had yet to linger there. The mere thought of them seeing you in that light made you aroused, imagining how they’d be territorial, not wanting anyone else to see your gentle skin.
The adrenaline of lust drove you to your family's copy of the Yellow Pages, looking under Indianapolis and reaching the Adult section meant for clubs. Spotting one of the ones Robin mentioned, Dazzler, you clicked the loud buttons on your phone and held it close to your ear.
A man with a husky voice answered, seemingly not accustomed to calls this late, but you swallowed your pride.
“Do Titan and Sneak work next weekend?”
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The past few days had flown by for Steve and Eddie, beginning their search for an apartment closer to the city and seeing their friends. However, you hadn’t been as present, noting school or work was absorbing most of your time.
As a busy woman, you didn’t always have time during the week, but when Friday rolled around and you were nowhere to be seen, they felt uneasy. You always requested off Friday nights, claiming it was your favorite night of the week and the movie night felt peculiar without you there.
Like clockwork, as Jonathan, Nancy, Robin, and Argyle headed out, the two of them got ready for their shift. With only one ‘appointment’ tonight, they were hoping it was someone older with low stamina, getting them in and out of there before sunrise.
Meanwhile, you paced around the lavish hotel room brought with your ‘package deal’ for the night. Taking a generous sip of the vodka from the alcohol cart, you winced as it stung down your throat, but the warmth coated your skin.
The dress you wore showed more skin than normal, accentuating your collarbones and neck as it scooped downward. The black dress flowed below your bust, accentuating your chest and legs as it stopped towards your upper thigh.
Your instructions were to go to the bar downstairs and meet with them, saying you were Jane Doe, a standard anonymous title until you reached the bedroom. After that, it was up to the customer to continue with or alter the name, you hadn’t thought that far.
The top level of the hotel had beige walls with intricate linework, likely wallpaper, but it looked far more elegant than anywhere you had stayed. The premium package was draining your bank account, but you didn’t want them to have to meet you at a motel, hoping this would prove you were being serious.
Pressing the square elevator button, the silver box slid up quietly, startling you when it opened. Thankfully no one was in there, giving you the time for a silent pep talk, even if there was no ridding of the butterflies swarming within.
Walking into the dimly lit room, your heels clinking against the polished floors were no match for the jazz music playing. The reality of your choice confronted you as you spotted curly hair beside fluffy, the two conversing with the bartender and enjoying a drink.
Part of you considered running away, taking the financial and esteem loss with stride, but your feet listened to the liquid courage cascading in your veins. Sitting on the barstool to their left, leaving one in between, it was now or never.
“I’ll have a martini, please.” You spoke after the bartender introduced herself, nodding as she began your drink.
Their brisk movement was almost audible, heads snapping to you as you looked forward, accepting the glass gratefully and complimenting her quick assembling. Steve said your name, worry and confusion mixed into one as you looked over as if you hadn’t seen them, swallowing harshly.
“Oh hi,” You smiled, bashfulness taking over, wondering how the hell you were going to pull this off, “What are you guys doing here?”
Dumbfounded, the two struggled to vocalize their coverup until Eddie interjected, “Meeting a friend, why are you here?” The other brunette agreed, shaking his head far too enthusiastically.
They couldn’t believe you were here, not just in the context of their work, but caught off guard by you alone. Dressed well and paired with a nice shade of lipstick, they soon had mental backup if their client was bleak.
They felt they could never admit they found you so sexy, feeling too perverted. But here you were sipping a martini with hooded eyes when you rarely drink in the first place.
Ignoring their inquiry, you saw your leeway, “Oh, who?”
Taking another sip of your colorful drink, you observed the way they squirmed, knowing you were likely the first person they knew to see them ‘in the act’. Steve’s eyes were scanning the rest of the bar, likely making sure your presence didn’t detour their client.
“Jane,” Eddie began, “Why are you here? It’s late, you shouldn’t be driving this far with your mom's car.”
He was correct, your mom's car was in Eddie’s shop so much, it should have a membership card. Their concern made you warm, toying with the jewelry hanging from your neck.
“I-” Your breath hitched, taking a deep breath, “I-I’m Jane.”
The surrounding noise went mute within your world, taking a large gulp to finish off the drink. A crinkled $20 bill from Eddie’s pocket hit the counter as he grabbed your arm, leading you towards the elevator.
“What’s the room number?” Steve spoke in a hushed tone, a sense of hostility completely obscure to you.
“628, but-” Remarking with the card in your hands, he grabbed it and hushed you, Eddie not moving his tight hold.
The ride was dangerously silent, the doors opening on the final floor as you went to the large suite. You felt more akin to a young girl in trouble, not a mysterious sexy woman.
With a click, the room unlocked as they flicked on the lights, the tight fingers on your arm releasing as you went in, sitting on the couch with your arms wrapped around yourself.
“What the fuck are you doing? Is this a joke? How did you find out- Was it Robin? I swear-” Eddie began to verbose, pacing back and forth as you shifted on the floral linen cushions.
The stress on Steve’s face showed as he scanned the room, the initial shock subsiding as he took in the indulgent scenery. This was an extravagant hotel, one they had only been to a few times, typically going to 3 or 4 stars.
“How much did you spend on this?” Steve adjourned with crossed arms, the question causing the other man to stop as well, looking at you with hands on his hips.
Even if you were going to tell them, you couldn’t due to the croak threatening to spill instead. Their stern glares made your skin turn to flames, the air becoming harder to push through your lungs.
“It doesn’t matter, this was so fucking stupid, you guys can just go.” You admitted, the tears spilling before you could halt them. Covering your face in your hands, your own cheeks exudes warmth to your palms, the wetness mixing in.
At first glance, they thought you were doing this as some weird joke or humiliation tactic. While extremely out of character, they only thought the worst when it came to people discovering their job.
There had never been a reason for them not to trust you, to worry you would judge them for their choices, but still, their guard was up. However, watching you crumble in front of them made them realize it was genuine, which was a whole other level of emotions.
Rushing to your sides, you tried to elbow them away, clearly humiliated by their responses. They stayed, Eddie’s arm slinking behind you while Steve’s hand rubbed your upper back.
“Sweetheart, you didn’t need to do this.” Eddie assured, but his words felt judgemental, making your body shake with anxieties and cries. Abruptly standing, you stepped forward a few feet, moving your hands to behind your neck.
“It’s humiliating!” You ranted, their faces in slight shock at your bluntness, despite knowing the information, “Please stop trying to spare my feelings and just go, I already paid so it’s fine!”
“Hey!” Steve interjected, moving to walk in front of you with Eddie facing toward your back, “Spare your feelings? We just want you to know you didn’t have to pay for us! Why did you?”
Though his words were direct, he sweetly swiped his thumb beneath your eyes. Finally looking up, you noticed his look was genuine, turning to see Eddie’s was as well. But the panic wasn’t gone, still feeling like this is some cruel joke that they’ll laugh at once you’re gone.
Looking down at the rug beneath your feet that cost more than your tuition, you felt your heart in every limb as you stood stagnant. The door felt too tempting, attempting to bolt to the gold handle that barely reached your fingertips until two tattooed arms wrapped around your waist.
Your feet were now a few inches off the ground, kicking them as you wiggled to no avail, forgetting how strong Eddie could be when he wanted to.
“Please just let me leave with some dignity.” You whined, trying to wedge your fingers between his arm and your own skin.
“You’re not going until we talk.” Eddie stubbornly stated, his hold not faltering as he walked backward, putting more distance between you and the escape route. Steve walked in front of you, feeling slightly trapped by their sturdy bodies.
Steve’s eyes remained on your face, trying to figure out any information, but was left at a loss. He could pick up clues for what the action meant, showing up anonymously, but he couldn’t figure out why you seemed so upset.
When you stopped struggling in his arms, Eddie released you back to the ground. You walked towards the bed, climbing towards the center and sitting with criss crossed legs. With your head in your hands, you felt the bed dip twice in front of you, situating on the corner.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You whispered, “I thought we told each other everything and I’ve known you guys for so long, Robin found out before me!” The hurt was scattered on your face, wiping beneath your nose with the back of your wrist.
The boy's shoulders drooped, shifting to sit fully on the bed, waiting for you to look up. After a few beats, you did with slightly red eyes, the skin inside your cheek slotted between your teeth.
“We didn’t tell anybody,” Steve cautiously stated, “Robin found out by accident because she’s a snoop. We’ve only been doing this for a few months. We trust you so much, doll, but we didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
The pet name was comforting, one that had stuck for the past few years after Steve planned out your outfit for a date, claiming it made him feel like he was dressing a doll. His doll.
“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable, I support you guys through everything.” You mumbled, running the pads of your fingers over your fresh manicure, freshly painted a dark blue similar to a night sky.
“We know, it was just so new for us,” Eddie affirmed, “And you’re so sweet. We look out for you more than everybody else.”
The gentle assurance made you smile, loving the dynamic you had built, but then he continued his thought. “But, uh, not to be frank, what was the point in calling us? Spending all this money just to see us and let us know that you know?”
The question was genuine, but it shrunk you to the size of an ant, hoping they would have understood the subtext initially and could drop this. The salty expression swam over your vision, threatening to overflow as their eyes zeroed in, a hitch in Eddie’s throat making you whimper.
“Please,” Eddie pleaded, “Please don’t tell me you did this to lose your virginity.”
Silence had never felt so heavy as you bent forward on the mattress, hoping the plush cloth would absorb you whole.
“Oh, doll, no.” Steve sighed, hearing his hand brush against his stubble, rubbing his jaw.
Letting your body take control, you sprang up, startling yourself and the boys. The attempt was futile as you didn’t even get two feet away from the bed before Eddie pulled you back. But a surge of anger jolted you back.
“You guys don’t get it!” You exclaimed, “I’m a virgin in my twenties and it’s embarrassing! I mean, fuck, I even tried paying for it and it still won’t work! I just want it to be over with.”
The bluntness of your words still startled them as you had certainly overheard the boys discuss vulgar things, you rarely verbally engaged.
As your rant proceeded, they gave each other a look, knowing their thought process was likely similar. Steve went to speak, but you didn’t cease, with Eddie trying the same to the same response.
With a booming voice, the longer-haired boy shouted your name, just low enough to not alert the neighbors. Stopping your frantic movement, you heard the squeaks of shoes until they stood before you.
“You know how this started?” Eddie proposed, “It was all cause Steve wanted to be a wingman for me so I would lose my virginity, but the girl wanted us both and made a comment that she would pay for a fuck like that.” The admission made his skin warm, feeling so distant from that boy at the bar to now, but still so familiar.
The information widened your eyes, unknowingly making them shine under the illuminant lights. Each boy gave a smile of reassurance, taking an inch forward that it was practically unnoticeable.
“We don’t want you to feel embarrassed, we’re just confused,” Steve emphasized, taking hold of your hand and rubbing your knuckles, “We don’t want you to think you have to pay us to see us.”
“Why didn’t you just ask?” Eddie pondered, “Is it only because it’s a job for us now?”
The head shake was immediate, soothing the man’s nerves as he worried their best friend saw them as mere sex objects.
“No!” You interjected, using your spare hand to grab Eddie’s, “I thought about this before all this-“
The awkwardness was one-sided when you realized what you were saying, the boys raising their brows before smirking, feeling you release their hands as yours began to clam up.
“Oh, so you have the hots for us?” Eddie teased, poking your side that he knew was ticklish, watching as you squirmed in chagrin. His goal was met when you laughed, covering half your face with a palm.
Steve sat on the edge of the bed, patting his thighs before opening his arms. Tentatively, you approached him, holding his shoulders as you straddled his lap.
A hand went to your lower back to keep you steady, another one following suit when Eddie sat beside him. The brown streaks in their eyes were distinct under the harsh lights, looking in wonder at the faint freckles you only saw when they were asleep.
Wordlessly, Steve leaned in, dragging his nose against yours as if he were an animal greeting its mate. There was something so primal about the communication of bodies, universally conceptualized, yet so misconstrued.
Eventually, your lips skimmed against one another, but they didn’t pucker, cheek drifting to press against yours to nuzzle. Inhaling your perfume, he tucked the hair on the opposing side of your face behind your ear before hastily kissing you, catching you slightly off guard.
A different set of lips was soon pressed to yours, not leaving your spot as hands roamed against your anxious frame. It felt simultaneously natural and foreign to engage in this behavior with them, so new, but so instinctive.
“This okay?” Eddie breathed out, pulling away from you and looking into your eyes. Nodding your head with dilated pupils, Steve patted your thigh as a sign to stand, following after you.
Maneuvering behind you, Steve grabbed the zipper perched on your back, glancing at Eddie who remained seated on the cloud-like bed. Your sharp intake of breath was in sync with the zipper becoming undone, standing between the man’s legs.
The black dress revealed your dainty set, a lace pink bra with a lace thong to match. Not too extravagant, but something you had stowed away for two years now, encouragement to get out there. The realization of the state of undress you were in made chills run down your spine, multiplying as both sets of brown eyes danced over them.
The man behind you pressed himself to your rear, hands trailing up and down your waist. The texture difference of the detailed material to your smooth skin was enough to make him hard, grunting as your shoulders relaxed. Eddie’s thumb brushed to the dainty flower at the center of your waistband, his other hand grabbing the plush of your thigh.
“I have a question.” You stated, releasing far more breathless than intended, but their brows raised in curiosity, “I’d like to know how to give a blowjob.”
Your eyes wouldn’t meet theirs, but they met each other, smirking in cheekiness. With your sights on the floor, you saw Eddie’s legs become unbent and soon two pairs of pants were on the ground with coordinating belts. Shirts were disposed of soon after, the other man disappearing from your sight as the bed creaked.
Steve walked you closer to the bed as you kneeled, going to crawl to the center as he gave your bottom two pats of encouragement, causing a whimper.
“Oh, we’re saving that for later.” Steve joked, sitting beside Eddie, who lay against the giant pillows, only he sat upwards.
Covering your face with your hands, stifling the quaint giggle at the absurdity of the scenario until they grabbed your wrists, waiting for you to look upwards.
“Our shy girl,” Eddie teased, “Can’t be all that shy if you’re asking to suck our cocks. Just do what feels right, pretty girl.”
The vulgarity made your mouth hang open, shutting it to smile, shrugging with a nod. Adjusting to lay on your stomach, you propped upon his thigh, breasts smooshed against the tattoo that resided there. His grey boxers were skin-tight, not leaving much to the imagination as he began to chub.
Leaning forward, your nose breezed through the tuft of hair on his lower abdomen, a gentle kiss placed on his upper navel. A series of pecks were set on his waist, cheek occasionally bumping into his manhood, resulting in a pleasurable hiss.
Truthfully, most of Eddie’s sex experience was now work-related, only hooking up with a few girls for free who didn’t dote on him in this way. Not that it was expected, he just didn’t realize he’d like it this much.
The thick band was pushed downward until his hardness sprang free, blushing red as the cool air hit it. Looking at it for a moment, you pressed similar pecks on his length, gradually opening your mouth more to add spit and your tongue.
Sitting back, you fully removed his underwear before resuming position, kissing it a few more times. The boys watched as you pulled away and looked at him, the gears turning on what to do next.
“Take him in your hand,” Steve coaxed, snapping you from the trance, “put some spit on ‘im too, it’ll make it slide easier.”
Pooling some saliva, you released some into your palm and held his warm cock, stroking up and down. He grunted, throwing his head back as you enclosed your mouth around his tip. The smooth skin touched your tongue, tracing over the slit and circling it.
As your mouth and hand found a steady motion, he relaxed in your hold while Steve mumbled the occasional words of encouragement, fixated on the way you handled his friend. He looked at his friend's blissed-out face as his eyes fluttered open, widening for emphasis on your skill.
“Oh, fuck me!” Eddie blurted, startling the man beside him, looking down to see you were still stroking him, yet your mouth had moved down to his balls. They couldn’t fit in completely, but they weighed heavy on your tongue, taking one at a time as slobber went against them.
“Okay, okay,” Eddie panted, tapping your cheek with one finger for you to halt, “Give Steve a shot.”
As great as he was feeling, he knew he was on the road of no return and was determined to last much longer than a three-minute blowjob. He had never come so quick in his life and he didn’t plan to start now.
Eddie sat up as Steve slunk down, removing his own dark green briefs and tossing them to the pile. Your mouth salivated for him, kissing up and down his twitching erection, tongue gliding against his sensitive tip.
“What was that, doll?” Steve asked, feeling your lips mumble against his hardness as you explored it, unaware it even slipped out.
“Oh, you both have pretty cocks.” You whispered, hearing their subtle gasps at your bluntness, but humming in approval. Spitting as politely as you could, you let it dribble to your palm, stroking him as your lips enclosed at the top.
“Thank you,” Eddie smirked, “Try twisting your wrist a bit- Ah, there you go, good girl.”
The wanton cry at his endearment made his mouth open, a grin peeking at the corners of his mouth, while Steve shuddered at the added vibrations.
Noticing your embarrassment, they chose to keep that for later, seeing the glimpse at all of the fun they would have in store. Even without the few tips, they felt this was one of their top blowjobs ever.
“C’mere, doll,” Steve suggested, sitting up as you followed, “get comfortable.”
The three of you switched spots as you sat against the pillows, the boys on their haunches on each side of you. Their eyes ignited your skin, seeing an unfamiliar look in their eyes that you attributed to lust.
“Can we take this off?” Eddie pondered, looking at the lace detailing on the cups covering your breasts. Arching your back, you snuck your hand behind to undo the clasp, but was swiftly swatted away by his hand. He undid it much faster than you had anticipated, bringing it off your arms to join the pile.
The cool air made your nipples begin to firm, coincided with the gentle touch administered by the men with Steve grasping them in his palms. You relaxed further into the pillows, head going back as you bit your lip, but he kissed you soon after.
It meant to not hold back, to not bite your lip, or repress your emotions. It was likely subconscious, knowing he just wanted to hear you and kiss you at that moment.
Eddie’s rings grasped at your hips, pulling the thin cotton down, stifling a chuckle. Steve looked at his friend who showed the wetness pooling in your panties and glistening on your cunt.
“Sweetheart,” Eddie trailed off, smiling with adoration at how demure you seemed, lowering himself between your legs, “gonna taste your pussy, is that okay?”
Your brief look of conflict made them nervous, Steve leaning beside you, pushing away the hairs near your face.
“You don’t have to, Eddie.” You confessed, picking at your nail that flaked off a thin layer at the tip.
“I would like to, but we want you comfortable.” Eddie explained, sitting up, not an ounce of judgment eminent on his features.
Glancing over at Steve, you saw the same genuine look, one that almost made you clench your thighs.
“How about we try something else and if you decide you’d like to try it, we can do it?” Steve offered, rubbing your hair as you nodded.
The thought of their faces between your legs was enticing, something you had selfishly dreamed about, but now that the situation presented itself, you felt a little too vulnerable. It was something you wanted eventually, but not tonight.
“Can we put our fingers down here?” Eddie mused, leaning on his elbow on your right, parallel to Steve.
After your confirmation, you felt a gentle pressure on your bundle of nerves, legs widening. Eddie smiled against your ear, nibbling against your cartilage that made you whimper.
Steve shuffled lower, mouth latching onto your nipple, hand going towards your dripping hole. A finger prodded, long enough to find the spongy area swiftly, your back arching sharply as you moaned.
“Easy, tiger,” Steve smiled, lifting his head to its original propped station, and pushing your hip back onto the mattress. Eddie’s fingers filled you soon after, his lips meeting yours, entering your mouth smoothly.
The sound of rattling, pulled you two apart, seeing Steve grab his bag that was on the bedside table. Yanking out a line of gold-foiled condoms, he ripped off two, handing one to his friend. He grabbed a bottle of lube, placed it on the counter, and dropped the bag to the floor.
You watched attentively as they rolled the plastic on, a minuscule part of you wishing they’d come inside of you. The lingering thought that this was work crept in, but you pushed it away, too aroused to contemplate.
Eddie hovered over top of you, noses squishing as your lips engulfed one another’s, moving to kiss your cheek and jawline.
“Tell us if it gets to be too much, doll.” Steve instructed, watching as Eddie lined himself up at your entrance.
His tip entered you covered in your own slick, gasping at how he stretched you. He got on his knees, lifting your hips from the bed as he began to descend you onto his cock.
Your choked cry was suppressed until he reached halfway, Steve immediately coming to your side. His hand grasped your chest, distracting you from the ache in your core.
“You’re doing so good, doll,” He praised, kissing your temple, “It’s going to feel so good soon, I promise.”
It seemed foolish, but you would’ve believed anything either one of them would say to you. Having them inside you made your brain grow fuzzy, trusting them as your mind floated off and your body sacrificed control.
Steve’s spare hand cupped your cheek as Eddie’s grabbed your hips, rocking his hips back and forth rhythmically.
“There we go,” Eddie praised, smiling down at you as his thumb met your clit as he was fully inside of you.
The tempo increased as your body relinquished its stiffness, forehead pressed to Steve’s with your eyes closed, while he fixated on your sweet face contorted with pleasure and pain. Your mouth hung open in silence until a tearless wail came through, hips flinching in the ring-adorned man’s firm hold.
“Almost all the way down, baby.” Eddie announced, watching as your essence covered almost his entire member, his affectionate name making you throb and his smirk.
Throwing your head back on the pillow, you whimpered at the acceleration in his movements, moving to rest on your elbows to look at the two of them. It was the first time they noticed the genuine lust in your eyes, making Steve harder and Eddie sharply thrust.
A groan exuded from the depths of your chest as Eddie’s cock fit snugly inside you, balls pressing to the curve of your ass. The sounds of pleasure you released were music to their ears, Steve playing with your breasts and occasionally kissing them or your neck. Letting out a breathy moan mixed giggle, they couldn’t stop their own smiles from appearing.
“What’s so funny, pretty girl?” Steve grinned with creased eyes, reaching the dimples on his dewy face.
“Feels so good. Didn’t know it would feel this good.” You sigh in awe of your bodies, how such pleasure existed within yourself at the simplest touch.
Eddie watches your hazy features contort as your back hits the mattress, a warmth that only came when you touched yourself hit your body, only this was far more intense. He lowered himself to be right above you, Steve’s nose pressed against your cheek as his hands continued to assist.
“Open your eyes.” Eddie cooed, noticing how swiftly you obeyed his command, knees pressing against the sides of your thighs.
Before you could prepare, your orgasm blindsided you, grabbing onto Eddie’s shoulders as you writhed. He felt his own finish approaching, stuttering his hips with a gravelly moan that seeped through your incoherent haze.
Steve could barely contain himself when Eddie rolled off of you, pulling away his condom and tossing it in the black with gold detailing trash can nearby.
“Good job, sweetheart,” Eddie heaved, regaining his composure beside you, eyeing his friend who he knew was losing his composure, “You ready for Steve?”
Nodding, you barely looked at the boy before his lips were on yours, cupping your jaw in his palm that traveled to your hip. He pulled away with puffy lips, blown pupils, and messy brown locks.
“Do you want to try a different position, babe?” He mentioned, tucking hair behind your ear as you thought it over.
“We can try on my tummy.” You proposed, already rolling over with Eddie at your other side, kissing the top of your head. Unknowingly, this was one of Steve’s favorites, though he enjoyed classic missionary, and Eddie smirked at his friend’s stunned face.
Manhandling came naturally as he adjusted your hips, bringing them up so you rested on your knees, spreading out for him. Your previous orgasm was beginning to pool toward your center, watching as you clenched briefly, inadvertently pushing more out after.
Groaning, he grabbed your ass cheeks and pulled this apart slightly, wishing he could lick a stripe up your cunt. He heard your bashful whimper, making Eddie chuckle, cupping your jaw, and kissing you.
Steve got on his knees, giving himself a few tugs before sliding the tip between your glistening folds. He slid in much easier than Eddie given the extra lubrication, but the stretch was still foreign to you as he thrusted.
The pleasure arrived quickly, the softer part inside of you being hit just right as Eddie sucked the sweet spot on your neck. Steve grabbed the flush of your bottom, quickly letting go.
“Can I smack your ass?” Steve questioned, feeling slightly silly as most in this position expected a few taps, but knowing your inexperience, he didn’t want to startle you. A quick nod put his mind at ease, his firm hand sounding off your delicate skin with a pathetic cry.
“Oh, that is just too sweet.” Eddie cooed against your ear, snickering as you whimpered, head smushing into the pillows. His hand went down to the throbbing bundle of nerves between your legs, activating another whole level of stimulation as Steve showed you the new position.
With closed eyes, your prominent sense was touch as your body was explored. Ranging from delicate to rough, your mind wandered into the opening abyss, unable to conceptualize what would happen after this.
Currently, your two best friends were splitting you open, tasting and touching you in a way no one ever had. They seemed intrigued, but was this because it was your first time or even because you paid? When the sun began to crawl up north, would they lay at your side or rarely speak to you again?
Typically emotionally sound, the thought of losing either of them overwhelmed you, along with the vulnerability you were placed in. You hadn’t realized your slight wheeze in your moans until Eddie pulled you up by the hair, a concerned look in his shimmering eyes.
What you hadn’t heard were their gentle calls for you, asking if it felt good or if something needed to change. When you barely moved, they felt sick, hoping there was no pain brewing.
“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked, seeing your lip pout with a tremble, Steve resting halfway inside of you.
Gulping, you felt 5 inches tall, two sets of eyes on you examining your every breath. You pushed your hips back, only to be stopped by Steve’s grip, giving you a warning look to the back of your head.
“Nothing.” You stuttered, making Eddie scoff and roll his eyes, Steve adding a small pinch on the meat of your hip.
“Somethings wrong, know you too well to play this game,” Steve quipped, “We’re not starting again until you say what’s bothering you. Are you comfortable? Do you want to move positions?”
Like a petulant youth, you grumbled, furrowing your brows. The mix of insecurity, sexual frustration, and the reminiscing euphoria from your climax blended into a troublesome combination.
“Stop, I’m fine!” You sassed, looking down at the creasing sheet, “Just fuck me like you do all your customers and continue on with our nights!”
Not looking up, you didn’t see both of their eyes enlargen, mouths falling open slightly. Thankfully, Steve pieced some things together and knew stopping wouldn’t help this scenario. He figured they could try something else, mouthing for Eddie to follow his lead.
Suddenly you were facing the ceiling with a gasp, Steve’s hand around your neck as he pushed you against his chest, looking up at him through your eyelashes. The light made him look angelic, cheeks flushed red with a golden glow from the chandelier above their heads.
His hips snapped forward as Eddie pressed his chest to your front, a hand finding your nipple and the other to your clit. It seemed vengeful, the way they began to fuck you as if you were a measly plaything.
“This what you want, hm?” Steve gritted, trying his best to ignore your clenching, “Want us to stop really caring about you? Just focus on getting you off and out of the door?”
His palm met your ass again as you cried, the one at your neck moving to sprawl across your chest, keeping you in place. Eddie trapped your cheeks in one of his hands, adding to the riveting lack of control you were experiencing.
“Eds, Stevie.” You gasped quietly, trembling at the enthusiastic pace and intensity of the scenario. The following orgasm was coming closer than intended, hoping you’d prolong it farther to ensure more time between their heated skin.
Eddie patted your cheek warningly, “Nu-uh, our clients don’t call us that.”
Your whine made them satisfied, knowing your wall was tumbling down as you shook your head.
“Don’t want to just be your client.” You murmured, looking at Eddie’s eyes that softened, his hand cupping your cheek before kissing you.
“Yeah,” He smiled, pulling away and wiping the dangling spit, “You’re our girl, right?”
“Yes!” You yelped, their joint attempt to help you finish succeeding as you shook, Steve’s hand moving away from your collarbone and to your other hip.
Eddie catches your convulsing body, mewling into his glistening skin, as Steve groans into your shoulder and fills his condom. Slipping out of you, he fell back onto the bed, chest rising quickly as his eyes shut briefly.
His protection was soon discarded, watching as you lay with resting eyes in between them. The white noise that surrounded you was beginning to diminish, the sounds of their breathing coming to you.
Before your eyes were fully open, you were scooting off the bed, grabbing your clothes from the ground without looking behind you.
“What’re you doing?” Eddie asked, seeing you fumble with the back clasp of your bra, hands still shaking from your orgasm.
Rubbing your thighs, trying to steady yourself before standing, “Don’t they usually leave after?”
Their silence taunted you, biting your lip until a hand reached each of your biceps, pulling you back to the pillows with a shriek. As if it were magic, Steve undid your bra with one hand as Eddie yanked it off.
Soon you were sandwiched in their bodies, adjusting to find comfort in your frame, sighing contently like small kittens once they did. The insecurity fell into the mattress and seeped to the floor, smiling at their affections.
“Psst,” Eddie hushed, poking your side, “Psssttttt!”
Squinting your eyes, you looked at his joyful expression that was soon pressed against your cheek, nose jutting to your temple.
“Yes?” You replied, feeling Steve mimic the position on your left cheek.
“You’re still our best friend.” Eddie whispered, startled by his blatant sincerity until he blew a raspberry on your face.
Squeaking, you flinched away, into Steve’s arms who encapsulated you in a warm hold. Yet, he betrayed you by blowing one on your neck, laughing boisterously as you squirmed.
The ice was broken as you all relaxed, shrugging the blankets up to your chest as the air conditioning tickled your skin. Steve propped up on an elbow while Eddie remained pressed against you on his side, your head below his chin while laying on your back.
“Talk to us next time,” Steve began, hand petting your hair as you looked up at him sheepishly, “You’re getting your money back anyways.”
Before you could argue that you did make them drive all the way here, Eddie butted in, “Yeah, buy us breakfast in the morning and gas- Did you really drive your piece of shit car up here, oh my God.” His teasing transcended into legitimate worry, already envisioning the black smoke coming from the hood.
“I took a taxi.” You shrugged, feeling the end seem on the sheet, seeing Steve’s body tense in your peripherals.
“You what!” He barked, making you hold back a laugh, “You took a taxi all the way- What if you got kidnapped! You’re very kidnappable!”
Scoffing, you looked up at him before back at your hands, pouting.
“I am not! I’m in my bad girl phase anyways.” You jested, making Eddie snort while Steve repeated your scoff. The impending playful tiff between you three was beginning, making you slink under the sheets.
“Hey! No, no.” Steve gaped, going to his back and going under as well with Eddie quickly following.
You all laughed and playfully pushed at each other until Eddie halted, bringing your frame with him. Steve huffed, laying against your tummy, nosing at the small hairs below your belly button.
“You know,” Eddie thought, “We should make a fort out of these sheets.”
“I’m down.”
“He’s my ride so I fuckin’ guess, but I want my boxers on. So should Eddie, but you should definitely leave yours off.”
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Fear in a Handful of Lust (a Next Door Boy tale)
My gym buddy and I make extra money on the side being guinea pigs for the Next Door Boy agency. We don’t do any of that weird shit other guys do. We had self respect, unlike my former roommate. He was one of those talent gigolos before I decided I had enough of hearing him having loud anal sex with men. He had sold out his body to some gay guy who whored him around. He was his normal self during the day, but seeing him balls deep in ass changed my view of him. He tried to reassure me that he set up a system blah blah blah.
I didn’t want to listen to him. But NDB does pay good money for test subjects. My gym buddy and I got the implants to test out some features. The scientists reassured us we weren’t going to be possessed. They were just going to test some brain chemistry.
Maybe that chemistry is what’s making my friend so horny. He’s been touchy all day. Now he’s rubbing his crouch in my face. The thin layer of fabric prevented me from feeling his silky smooth cock on my lips, but not from taking in a whiff of his musk. The strong sweaty odor caught in my throat. My hat tipped and fell as his erect cock snagged on the bill. I reached out to catch it, but instead caught the inner thigh of his leg. He lowered himself steadily onto my lap. We sat there, me cradling his full cheeks in my hands as he brought his face toward my own.
“What are you doing?” I asked him. He pulled my chin toward his mouth. Our timid kisses were accompanied by the rough sandpaper friction of our beards. As I pulled away, my lower face burning, I said, “I don’t think this is normal.”
“It isn’t,” he said. “All I can think of is riding your cock.” His hands went down toward his gym shorts in an effort to pull them down. He wanted me to fuck his hole, here, in the gym with others watching. I tried to stammer something. I wanted to bring us to our senses, but thankfully it stopped.
It was like a switch in our brain flicked off. The moment of desperate arousal faded and we stared at each other. His hand had pulled his shorts off a few inches. His ass crack started to peek out from his jock strap. A stain of precum darkened my groin where he had grinded his body onto me. We pulled away and decided to end for the day. We avoided the stares from other patrons and went to our separate homes.
Occasionally, I find myself becoming turned on by the men around me. I start flirting and had on one occasion dropped to my knees in a plea to suck cock. Drool dribbled from the corners of my mouth as I imagined the stench of unwashed cock pounding my throat. It wasn’t until I ran into my old roommate that I got a moment of satiation. The man possessing him worked my mouth and had my tongue working the shaft. He shot cum in my mouth. I swallowed it eagerly. I tried stroking myself to completion, but he stopped my hand and had me on my stomach. He plunged a finger in my hole and eased it open. Soon I knew my anus was easily taking two fingers, then three. The intensity was too much and I shot my load in the air. It orgasm caused me to clenched shut and he slowly pried his fingers out my tightening hole.
And just like that my lust eased into nothing. I embarrassedly dressed myself and fled back to my home. The next day, I begged NBD to remove their implants from me. They tried to reassure me that it wasn’t the fault of the implant, but I persisted and they agreed.
Since then, I hadn’t had the urge to suck cock, but when I can no longer help myself, I start fingering myself. I have too much self respect to crawl to another man for relief, but this lust is becoming a handful.
#possession#male mental change#straight to gay#gay male story#male body exhibit#a next door boy tale#next door boy#gym#bro#male hypnosis#mental change
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Sharon Stone and Sofia Vergara in Fading Gigolo
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Heartfelt gratitude to the attendees of the Lobotomy Room cinema club presentation of Die! Die! My Darling! in the glittering surroundings of Fontaine’s last Thursday (16 May)! Die represents the perfect example of the club’s objective to revisit and reappraise what received wisdom deems “bad movies”. Why, everyone was spellbound by it! Who knew there was such a ravenous appetite for watching Tallulah Bankhead torment Stefanie Powers? And who can forget the spine-tingling moment when Bankhead says the film’s title in a line of dialogue (“You must die … die, my darling!”) and then instead of fading to black, the screen fades to blood-red? Like I explained in my intro, the flamboyant Bankhead was primarily a stage actress who only sporadically made films (Hollywood seemingly never knew how to best utilize her charms). Her early 1930s pre-Code melodramas have a terrible reputation and flopped commercially but are juicy and interesting. Many crop up on YouTube and are worth investigating, particularly The Cheat (1931), Thunder Below, Devil and the Deep and Faithless (all from 1932). Die has links to some other titles we’ve already screened. In February 2020 we presented another Stefanie Powers movie, the lurid 1965 melodrama Love Has Many Faces starring Lana Turner. So, she was upstaged onscreen by an older diva twice the same year! And we showed Boom! (1968) - John Waters’ all-time favourite film – starring Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton in August 2021. Boom! was adapted from the Tennessee Williams play The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore. By the time she portrayed Sissy Goforth (the Taylor role) onstage in 1963, Bankhead was frail, desiccated and wracked with emphysema and probably more convincing as a dying woman than Taylor. In an inspired bit of casting, the role of the poet / gigolo / angel of death was played by 1950s heartthrob Tab Hunter! By all accounts she and Hunter loathed each other, but Bankhead was gallant when asked about the gay rumours swirling around her leading man, replying, "Well, I don't know, darling. He never sucked my cock!"
#die die my darling#fanatic#hagsploitation#tallulah bankhead#hammer horror#lobotomy room#lobotomy room club#lobotomy room film club#horror movie#bad movies we love#bad movies for bad people#kitsch#vintage sleaze#bad taste#shock value#stefanie powers
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Moments that have me hitting the table
Some of these are funny, some of these are good hard hitting lines. I hope I won’t have to explain which is which.
“About passionate love. And desperate love! And foolish love…the kind of love you ever forget.”
“Which, needless to say, also means he is the best gigolo”
“in the moooovies~✨” (specifically how Andrè ward says it)
“She’s a little out of my league, pal!” “Your genius has no league!”
“LiMa oHiO , but of course”
The way Christian swoops his coat like satine does with her dress in shut up and raise your glass
“GOOD. Than you won’t have to leave!”
*Christian shoots the champagne*
Satine gripping Christian’s hair when they make out
A songwriter! Well… a singer/songwriter really. It’s more of a folk sound with…” “a songwriter”
“He’s rough but this is all the poor girl knows!”
“Swears to give his life for love!”
Toulouse has pocket confetti and throws it straight at the duke.
“Christian, she has chosen her life. Let her live it.”
“I want every moment I can have with you, stolen or not!”
“You’re utterly hopeless.” “I am.”
Christian’s dorky ass dance in Elephant love medley
“Love makes us act like we are fools. Throw our lives away, for one happy day.”
“What have we been doing for that past two months Harold? Ah! Let’s do that…”
“What would you have her wear? A raspberry  beretSHDJDKDKSKKDKE?!” (Again Andrè’s delivery specifically)
“My little girl loves to sparkle…. All of my things sparkle” satine smiles at the first comment and you see it fade once he makes the second
“Why else suffer through this life, if not for love?” + “Suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste”
“It’s yours” 👁️ 👁️
The implication that they tight laced Satines corset (they aren’t supposed to hurt) because they don’t truly know her
“Every beautiful thing in you compromised by his lust and money”
“Party girls they don’t get hurt, can’t feel anything…”
“Harold… sing a dirty song at my funeral” “filthy.”
SATINE COLLAPSING AGAINST HAROLD DURING THE PERFORMANCE
The way Christian looks around as if she’s joking about dying.
#moulin rouge#moulin rouge musical#moulin rouge!#moulin rouge broadway#moulin rouge! the musical#lines#meta#ramble#lyric#musicals#musical theater#character moment
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Oooooooookay. EAW episode 13 definitely has me spun. Quick thoughts, and more fleshed out after tomorrow’s episode. SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS:
1) I saw on my dash a post about the fear that the writing is getting a touch trope-y, and I’ll admit, I am a little afraid of that, too. But that might be me being in denial that something bad is happening to Attorney Jung. He brings SO MUCH lift and equity to the show -- please don’t tear him down, writers.
[I did see some commentary about him maybe having a terminal illness (PLEASE NO), but I noticed he did a shot of soju* after his honeymoon reflection, so maybe not? Who knows. Please let this just be an ulcer, please. Hand over the Prevacid.]
2) I’m not seeing a redemption arc for Min-woo. Anything could constitute that parental reflection he made to Su-yeon. He clearly wanted Young-woo to overhear the news about Tae Su-mi -- he’s still on his bullshit. His idea of adulthood may very well be that you are an asshole** and you do whatever it takes to make it big/rich.
I’m lightly betting that he wishes he could be a better person, but doesn’t know how, but that’s not a strong bet. He seems thin-skinned enough to contemplate going for Su-yeon, but is not attracted to her resistance.
3) Speaking of trope-y, I’m a little afraid they’re setting Su-yeon up to fall for the wrong guys. She’s clearly looking around, and I don’t want the writers playing her insecurities like that. Don’t play my girl like that. Keep ya head up, Su-yeon.
4) Here’s where I think the writing remains strong and genius. I really like what they do with the naming conventions with people who clearly don’t respect Young-woo -- like the gigolo bastard in ep. 10, and now with Jun-ho’s sister. The sister even goes so far as to call out Jun-ho for calling Young-woo “attorney,” and the sister uses “Young-woo” as her naming convention.
First off -- I don’t think Young-woo and Jun-ho break up. Like the resignation at the start of the series, I think this is a moment of contemplation for them both. I place my bet.
Secondly -- the volume of his voice faded down as the shot turned away from him, but I noticed the strong tone in Jun-ho’s voice as the camera panned to Young-woo. Guy was pissed.
What I like about Jun-ho as a character is that he’s not understanding why anyone would NOT respect Young-woo. For him, it’s a fundamental understanding. She’s a badass. She’s cute AF.
HOWEVER. However. I think by now -- and maybe we’ll see it tomorrow, maybe -- I think I need to see Jun-ho reflect on the reality of how many people in society DO see Young-woo. I think he needs to reflect on that to himself and to her. If he insists that they’re dating, then date, because in dating, you talk, and this is something they’ll need to talk about. Seems like she’ll bring it up tomorrow, but he’s gotta show some balanced understanding, to her and to HIMSELF, that he’s aware of what happens in society. Because -- SHE’S AWARE. It’s going to affect her decision-making. He can’t be in denial to his sister or himself of what the disability biases are that Young-woo faces. Let’s see if we get that into words.
(I wonder if I’m pushing a Western culturally incompetent preference there, though. I wonder if I’m asking too much from the show.)
Okay, more tomorrow.
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NOTES! Feel free to skip:
*They’re drinking Jeju soju! It’s sooooooo goooood, y’all. If you can find it, get it! I love those blue bottles. Also, this video from a few years back totally makes me want to visit Jeju and gain 10 pounds.
**Family member of mine once told me, when they first joined a law firm at the start of their career, that the lecture for first-year associates was that in order to become a successful lawyer, you had to be an “equal-opportunity asshole.” Don’t be an asshole to some -- be an asshole to all. Said family member quit that firm. The Tumblr fam may be right, we may very well see an exit of our faves from Hanbada.
*** Geu-rami! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
#extraordinary attorney woo#extraordinary attorney woo meta#woo young woo#lee jun-ho#youngwoo x junho
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Hope I can make it in time, but could I request Hifumi with a fem! S/O who is seen as cold and stoic, but she is just super shy and insecure, thinking that everyone dislikes her?
Hifumi with cold and stoic fem! s/o who's actually shy and insecure
femreader, hurt/comfort, slight angst;;
-Ah..! It takes some time for Hifumi to approach you, actually.
-Not only due to his phobia of women, he can just wear his jacket, after all.. but also this coldness and sharp gazes of yours. He gets used to more loving and cute girls around him..!
-Well, but that's why he's a gigolo, cause he can charm any kitten, can't he? So sooner or later he will get closer to you too.
-"Why so cold, my dear princess? Something is bothering you?" - his casual bright small charming everyone around, yet he's looking at you, softly taking your hand. - "..I do hope that my passion today will melt your stoic heart, dear.."
-Over the time Hifumi even starts to appreciate this stony and dour behavior of yours, talking with you more and more. You can look at him with such a cold gaze and unemotional face as much as you want, nothing can stop this man when he's in his host mode.
-Cause sometimes he also wishes he would have such a backbone, with the steel that your soul has.. And he really wants to know your secret.
-"Kitten, you're so cruel to me, burning my heart with aching passion yet not giving me even a slight warm emotion.." - Hifumi sighs dramatically, but suddenly through his glamorous smile and sparky eyes you notice some deep sad thoughtfulness. - "..In the same way as I convey my love to you through my sincere touches, I really wish to receive this steadfastness from you.."
-But you never open to him the mystery of your cold heart, and soonly gigolo would notice more small details about you..
-The way panic and shyness flash in your eyes when you think no one looks at you, the way you quickly change your face when somebody actually approaches you, all emotions fade away and you're standing here, again with this sharp gaze. And how you always fiddled with your fingers when you get in a big crowd..
-Hifumi is such a goofy man when he's taking off his working suit, yet even in his real silly behavior he does understand there's something more, wondering about your real personality late at night. Memories of your stern face give him chills yet he can't stop thinking about you..
-So one day, when you two meet again in his workplace, he would notice that you're hiding your anxiety worse than usual.. Well, maybe because today the whole host club was filled with guests, such a busy night even for the most popular host in Japan..!
-But other kittens are not pique his interest now, as Hifumi finds his way to you, to help you go to a more quiet place, on a fresh yet calm street of Shinjuku.
-"Is everything okay? You're trembling a little.. Is this fresh night too cold even for you, my ice queen?.." - he chuckled, yet then noticed small drops of tears running on your cheeks and immediately got closer.
-There's nothing that stays buried forever.. And no matter how hard you try to overcome your shyness and anxiety, your insecurities keep tickling your soul, making it hard to hide your real emotions.. So here you are, crying to a man in front of whom you would like to never do it. To never show it.
-"That's okay, darling.. Please, be honest with me, show me the real, real side of my precious s/o..!" - Hifumi gently touches your shoulders, leaning you to his chest and patting your head. - "Here, my princess, do you feel how my heart beats when I'm with you? When I hold you so close to my soul, please, reveal to me your one too.."
-Of course you would tell him everything. About all your insecurities. Despite something still bugging you, some dark thoughts that keep whispering in your ears that he's not interested, that he's treating all women the same way here, you can't help but vent to him, too tired from hiding your true, sensitive self.
-And for Hifumi.. it's a big blow to him. The person who's he trying to look up to, the girl who's amazes him with her stoic figure.. Was actually so shy and insecure, so weak and fragile.. But isn't it just makes you two more closer? More understanding to each other?
-"S/o.. My dear, my mysterious princess..! There's nothing wrong with you and your shyness." - he makes you look up at him, smiling softly and warm. - "Everyone has their weakness here, and I will show you mine too."
-As you show him your true nature, of course Hifumi wants to show his real side too, stepping away and throwing off his jacket. It shocks you how quickly his face gets pale and scared when he looks at you again.
-"I.. i.. I actually have my own flaws too.." - is it actually his voice? So weak and high pitched, and his breath trembling suddenly. - "I'm actually too afraid to face girls with my real personality, with real me.."
-Hifumi never planned to show you this, in the beginning. He just treats you like another customer here, another kitten, just not that sweet and friendly like other his girls. Then he was thinking to tell about his problem just to get advice from such an emotionless stoic person, and now.. now he's actually revealing his true self because he's touched, touched with your personality and the way you get so deep into his heart.
-"I'm also trying to hide it, to face it.." - he points to his jacket, then sighs, getting closer to you with shaky legs. - "B-but don't you think it makes us two stronger? If we have enough power to at least control our emotions a little, then it means we do have something inside us..?"
-It's so hard for him to be honest, yet Hifumi really wants you to realize there's nothing wrong in being shy. A real strong person will always admit his weakness, and as you two confess it to each other, the bond between you gets stronger.
-"Now, s/o.. A~ah, it's so hard to take your hand now, uh uh!" - whether whining or giggling escaped his lips as he touched your fingers with his sweaty hand. - "Now.. I want to get healed! And I do want to heal you. So w-what do you think if we would start helping each other?"
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"BATTLE BATTLE BATTLE" (from Hypnosis Mic) - English Adapted Lyrics
My adapted lyrics for the @hypmic-battlex3 project!
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DOPPO:
'Scuse me, sorry, pardon me sir, but I'm getting real sick of you dissing my ass
I'mma step up and knock you down and dump you right into the trash
You think you're a big shot, but I think not, I ain't a corporate cog
You're just a dog chasing pennies at the slots
Relying on your luck, you're dumb as fuck
With your weak rap game and not even a dollar to your name
My name is DOPPO, my beats are hot though I don't think you can deal
You can fake your poker face, but my flow is for real
DICE:
you think you're something with your job and your suit and tie
This is rap, office rat, you better step aside
Think your flow's real? Hah. It's real funny
Laugh my way to the bank I'mma say it point blank cuz I'm out here to make money
Living on luck is what I know, everything I risk is all my own
Salaryman better stick to the rule book, better watch your tone
I live my life, I'm Dead or Alive and I'm gonna win the bet
That I'm not gonna be some corporate little pet
HIFUMI:
Are you done? I'm getting tired of your rambling
if you want to play around go back to gambling
You’re so broke it’s almost making me sorry
But your friend outta 1910’s another story
Phantom, think you’re handsome? Well you're dead wrong
Looking dead and gone like the garbage you write, you're way outdated
That's right, your threads are faded like the ink in your book
So, go do something 'bout that antiquated look
GENTARO:
I get it, I get it, I get what you reveal
How you say what you feel, I like how you keep it real, now
Let’s work together, you and I, maybe think about it.
Ha. That was a lie. I doubt it.
Whatcha got to gain, thinking you got class?
Cuz where I got a brain, you got a champagne glass
You gotta learn from your past, MC Gigolo
Not that a third-rate host would ever know.
MATENRO:
The Battle Battle Battle, the Battle Battle Battle
We’re the wolves of Shinjuku, we’ll run right on through you
FLING POSSE:
The Battle Battle Battle, the Battle Battle Battle
We’re the kings of Shibuya, gonna bring it on to ya
ALL:
The Battle Battle Battle, the Battle Battle Battle
The Battle Battle Battle, the Battle Battle Battle
Gonna make it happen
Less talking more rapping
The Battle Battle Battle, the Battle Battle Battle
JAKURAI:
Settle this here and now, your rhymes are ludicrous
I'm gonna shut you down, don't act like I'm new at this
Your flow don't mean a lot to me, you might need an endoscopy
To free myself of your disease and cancel the cacophony
(Or) maybe I could give you surgery, you'll see
It'll be a quick fix just a zip up your lips
But I'll take it slow. Stitch by stitch by stitch
And if you choose to struggle through it,
I'll see you in the I.C.Unit
RAMUDA:
O.M.F.G, quit acting like you got this
You're honestly a hot mess, I won't deny it
Don't matter how you try it, you can't keep me quiet
'Cuz I'll writhe and riot and I'll cry out in the middle of the night
I'll be like "la da da da!" annoying right? Right? Right?
I don't think you'll win this fight.
So, give up, call it a night
My kill rate is high, but my patience is very low
worst case scenario, so I think you better go
DICE:
I don't think you realize
You wolves are gonna to get euthanized
GENTARO:
Got one more thing to mention,
Listen up and pay attention
DICE:
Matenro should sleep with the fishes if they can't do disses,
You know what I mean?
GENTARO:
I do, I think they're through
It got me feeling a rush of dopamine
RAMUDA:
it's been great, not gonna lie
I won't forget the fun we had
but y’all better say goodbye
So me and my Posse can head where the ladies are at
DICE:
a roll of the dice
GENTARO:
a writer who lies
RAMUDA:
nice combination!
FLING POSSE:
life and living it up is our motivation
DOPPO:
Oh my god, shut the fuck up,
You’re full of shit every way that you say it
HIFUMI:
We’ve had enough of your messing around,
If you’re in the game, then you’d better play it
DOPPO:
Your end is near, it’s clearly evident
In fact, you three aren’t relevant
HIFUMI:
Your posse ain’t shit, but we’re not gonna settle
We’re in to win this division battle
JAKURAI:
Your every offense Is a path to hell, it’s that of your own creation
The trouble you’re in is akin to a sin, Your posse may possibly need sedation
DOPPO:
We’re in control
HIFUMI:
With body and soul
JAKURAI:
And we’re doing God a favor
MATENRO:
A city without any hope will need a savior
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A very happy birthday to John Turturro!
#john turturro#the big lebowski#men of respect#the Jesus rolls#fading gigolo#Mac#miller’s crossing#quiz show#transformers#Barton fink#the night of#o brother where art thou#actor#director#do the right thing
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Hey do you know are the tattoos (the newer words) on both of jons his, or are they for American gigolo? I’ve been trying to figure this out lol
hey! no, those are not new. all those are just for american gigolo. i think i saw them fading on a picture a while ago but i can't find it right now.
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My mental disorder was so bad I gave money to a man to have him blatantly cheat in my face
Gave money to a man to hustle at parties so he can fuck bitches and come home with the same money i made at 15 working at Cicis pizza.
Sent this man $1,000’s for illegal 240 wires while he fucked the bitch next-door to watch them from polic
from working at Google with an unlimited credit card making $146,000USD/yr to being with a Yardie Nigga that fucks Yardie hoes on pills and coke
he’s trappin big fat bitches from the beach to send him cashapps for fake chinese iPhones
I lost my soul marrying a child and being stuck in a foreign country with no money in a fucking romance scam to a gigolo that can’t even sell cock just lived a double life looking for FADED LOVE 💨
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American Gigolo (1980)
It had been many years since I saw this film, which I'd filed away in my memory as decent enough but rather shallow before. This time round, it seems a much more solidly-made work about loneliness in a cold, transactional world, with memorable characters and situations, for the most part very well-crafted and told, and of the films he directed, it might actually be Paul Schrader's best. It's certainly his most iconic.
The basic premise, of a male prostitute being wrongly charged with a murder, could easily have become silly, sordid or embarrassing, but Richard Gere, at his most impeccably beautiful, makes it all seem rather glamorous, although because of that the film lacks true feeling and realism, often resembling the cover of a fashion magazine more than anyone's lived existence.
Historically, it's of interest in that it straddles two eras perfectly: it's at once a paranoid, downbeat seventies thriller and an MTV music video. It really feels as though the 80s aesthetic begins here, and the Giorgio Moroder synthesizer soundtrack sounds like it could have accompanied 90% of all American films and TV shows made the next ten years. Without American Gigolo, it's very hard to imagine there ever being, say, a Miami Vice or Drive.
On the other hand, the ending feels disjointed and weak, concluding with a series of short and uninteresting scenes that briefly begin and then fade to black. I can't help but think this could have been handled much more compellingly, and it would have been nice if there had been some kind of a twist to the mystery of who was trying to destroy Gere's life. Instead, there's just some dull formalities and then a somewhat unrealistic happy ending. Which again, is very eighties, and shows the changing of the guards.
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Fading Gigolo (USA, 2013): 🙂
Quis rever o filme para entender exatamente como que Fioravante resolveu dispensar uma festinha com Sharon Stone e Sofía Vergara. Inacreditável.
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Throwback: The Time-Gigolos Get Lonely Too
"Gigolos Get Lonely Too" was one of the three singles from The Time's 1982 album, What Time Is It? Prince wrote the song about playboys needing love and played all of the instruments except the drums played by Morris Day, and Jesse Johnson supplied the guitar work. Prince's distinct use of computerized drums and synthesizers were some of the things that identified his '80s sound. The album listed all of the songwriting credits to The Time, but the songs were attributed to Prince when they were registered with ASCAP. Morris Day's suave demeanor faded into an out-of-character vulnerability when he pleaded for love. Prince's ingenious writing and arranging and Day's emotionally heavy performance were the next phase in developing the Minneapolis funk sound. "Gigolos Get Lonely Too" was the only ballad on the album, and it blazed quiet storm radio playlists. The original members of The Time released their fifth album, Condensate, in 2011. In 2022, Prince's estate told Morris Day that he could no longer perform using the name Morris Day & The Time, but the matter was resolved by 2023, with Day being able to keep the name. Day's fifth solo album, Last Call, was released in 2022. He told Jennifer Hudson on her talk show earlier this year that his 2023 tour would be his last as he planned to retire.
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Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To You
The Most Iconic Colombian 🇨🇴 & America 🇺🇸 Actress, Model, & Television Personality In The World 🌎♥.
Born On July 10th, 1972
She was born to a Roman Catholic family in Barranquilla. Her mother, Margarita Vergara de Vergara, was a homemaker, and her father, Julio Enrique Vergara Robayo, was a cattle rancher for the meat industry. She was nicknamed "Toti" by her five siblings and many cousins.
She is a Colombian 🇨🇴 and American 🇺🇸 actress, model, and television personality. She rose to prominence while co-hosting two television shows for Spanish-language television network Univision in the late 1990s. Her first notable acting job in English was in the film Chasing Papi (2003). She subsequently appeared in Four Brothers (2005) and Tyler Perry's comedies Meet the Browns (2008) and Madea Goes to Jail (2009), receiving an ALMA Award nomination for the latter.
She has appeared in other films including New Year's Eve (2011), The Three Stooges (2012), Machete Kills (2013), Fading Gigolo (2013), Chef (2014), and Hot Pursuit (2015). She has also had voice-over roles in the animated films Happy Feet Two (2011), Escape from Planet Earth (2013), and The Emoji Movie (2017)
From 2009 to 2020, She played Gloria Delgado-Pritchett in the ABC comedy series Modern Family, for which she was nominated for four Golden Globe Awards, four Primetime Emmy Awards, and eleven Screen Actors Guild Awards. Since 2020, she has been a judge on the television talent show competition America's Got Talent.
Please Wish This Colombian 🇨🇴Goddess Of Acting & Modeling, A Very Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊
You Know Her & You Just Gotta Love Her 🧡
The 1 & The Only
MS. SOFIA MARGARITA 🍹 VERGARA VERGARA
HAPPY 51ST BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 TO YOU MS. VERGARA & HERE'S TO MANY MORE YEARS TO COME
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