#gigolo!steve
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Touch my cheek before you leave me, baby//Part 3
(part 1)(part 2)
gigolo!Eddie x fem!Reader
18+Only, mature content, intimacy smut, fingering, sweet!Eddie, gigolo!Steve, semi-public fingering, toxic mother, tooth-rotting sweetness, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, cum shot, alcohol consumption, self-deprecation, struggles with body image, reader wears a formal dress and heels, pet names, tiny drop of angst. Eddie is around 30 and reader is 29. wc: 5.8k
Summary: the gigolo who was paid to take your virginity now has his sights set on your heart, and you're ready to give it. A chapter of shenanigans, flirting, 90's wedding music (Eddie's got a crush and he's got it bad), ripped nylons, and coming into our own. Guest appearance by gigolo!Steve.
pls no minors beyond this point
You already hated everything about the flouncy, taffeta dress your mother picked out for you to wear, but you were emotionally too exhausted to fight her anymore. Especially for an event you were already dreading. Your shoulders bunched up at your ears at the thought of everyone there asking you what you were doing with your life, and when you planned to get married. You wondered if Eddie could hold his own with all of the self-proclaimed “well-meaning” hyenas in your family.
You stood in the full length mirror upstairs in your childhood bedroom, wondering if Eddie would like the way you looked. You closed your eyes to silently berate yourself for how you had behaved the night before. The way you’d just bolted out of his place like he had done something wrong. You actually waited all day for the phone to ring, so sure it would be him, letting you know he had to cancel—but the call never came. You wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t show up to the venue, but if he did, you promised yourself that you would let yourself enjoy his company and not let your insecurities get the better of you for once in your life.
“Shit,” you cursed aloud, hoping no one mingling in the hall heard you, remembering you forgot to tell Eddie that he needed to be a mechanic when he met your mother. A mechanic who owns his own shop nonetheless. God, why did you do this to yourself.
Downstairs, you could hear the voices of your mom, your aunt, and your sister as they waited to make their way over to the winery where the wedding and reception would be taking place. Your mom gasped when she saw you, but it wasn’t a good gasp; it was a horrified one. She had you turn in a circle in front of everyone, announcing that she wished it covered your shoulders and asked why you looked so bloated—she told you to lay off the dairy for a week. Your sister said you looked pretty, but it fell on damaged ears.
“When is your date getting here?” your mother asked as you were all gathering your things to leave.
“He’s meeting me at the venue,” you mumbled, grabbing your bag.
Everyone looked at you as if you’d just said you were moving to Mars. Your aunt was the one who spoke up, eyeballing your mother. “Why isn’t he picking you up?”
You stammered. “He, um, well, he had to work and I wasn’t sure when we—”
Your sister, dressed in a tiny Kate Moss number, threw open the front door to take a step and stopped in her tracks. “Hey, who the hell is that?”
You pushed past your mom to squeeze into the doorway next to her, confused, thinking maybe it was someone pulling up to the wrong house.
Leaning back against the passenger side of a classic Pontiac Firebird with a pair of aviator sunglasses on looking fine as hell in his all black suit and shirt, with his hands in his pockets, was Eddie.
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“I’m not asking for your advice, Steve, I’m just telling you how it is,” Eddie stirred the cream and sugar into his coffee and then sucked the spoon before setting it on the nearby napkin. “I like her.”
Steve Harrington shifted in the red vinyl booth they were in at Maude’s Diner, and held up the large, laminated menu to look at the breakfast specials, a toothpick rolling between his lips, his wayfarer sunglasses on his head.
“She’s different,” Eddie continued. “I can tell she doesn’t realize how attractive she is. I just want to hold her, I can’t explain it.”
Steve’s face was hidden behind the menu, tongue moving the toothpick, concentrating as he spoke. “I understand, man.”
“Wait,” Eddie hovered his brown coffee cup half way to his mouth. “You do? I figured you’d tell me I was losing my shit.”
“Well, you are,” Steve put the menu flat on the table with an air whoosh that flew the ends of Eddie’s hair back over his denim battle vest. “I mean, when the pussy is good, it can fuck any guy up. Hell, I’ve been there. Remember that chick who paid me to go with her for a week to the Florida Keys a few months ago? Damn, I thought she was the one, you know?”
Eddie finally took that sip of his coffee, licking his lips as he sat the cup back down, making a tent with his hand to twirl it in thoughtful circles on the Formica table.
Steve continued. “I still think about her. But she has a serious boyfriend now and all that,” he took his toothpick out and pointed at him with it. “No girl wants to commit to guys in our profession.”
“Yeah, I know.” Eddie was biting the side of his fingernail off as he spoke, concentrating. “But I don’t plan to do this forever. As soon as I get Wayne out of the hole with his medical bills—”
“Aren’t you two handsome boys a sight for sore eyes?” It was Donna, their favorite waitress. Her graying, dishwater blonde hair up in a bun and the red and white Maude’s apron tied in a bow at her back. She hovered her pen over the order pad. “What’ll it be? Lou is in the kitchen, he makes a mean steak and eggs.”
The boys gave her their orders, sprinkled with plenty of that sweet, gigolo charm, and Donna walked away with a spring in each step of her orthopedic shoes.
“Yeah but,” Steve continued after a sip of his orange juice and a smack of his lips. “Why would you want to give this gig up so soon? Plenty of bitches in the sea, man.”
Eddie squinted across the table at him, fingers drumming the table. He didn’t sound like Steve anymore, he sounded more like Billy, another one of their friends who dabbled in the trade.
“You know, you never used to be like this,” Eddie told him, sitting back flush against the squeaky vinyl. There was an ashtray over by the salt n’ pepper shakers and he pulled it closer, tossing his pack of cigs next to it.
“Like what?” Steve blanched. “A guy who likes money and pussy?”
“No,” Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, slotting his hands in his armpits. “A guy who is so afraid of connection that he does everything he can to avoid it.”
Steve looked over his shoulder, as if to check to see if the food was coming, to avoid Eddie’s eyes. “Yeah, well, people change.”
The steaming hot plates of food came a couple minutes later, and the boys dug in for a few thoughtful bites in silence, forks and knives slicing and shoveling. A different waitress refilled Eddie’s coffee and he said, “thank you darlin’” as if he were a country western star.
Steve wiped his mouth with his napkin while Earth Angel by The Penguins played softly from the jukebox, a gray haze settling in the atmosphere from all of the other patrons who were smoking cigarettes around them. Outside on the street, a group of bikers on chrome beasts roared by.
“You’re lucky I was busy, or maybe Robin would have referred your girl to me that night,” Steve said around a mouthful of food.
For some reason, that comment set Eddie’s teeth on edge. “Oh I think Robin knew exactly what she was doing when she referred her to me and not you. But keep dreaming, playboy.”
There was a tension in the air as Eddie lit a smoke, and Steve had time to regret his snide remark. “So, are you going to tell her how you feel when you see her tonight, or what?”
Eddie set the cig in the ashtray to smolder while he took another bite of food, chewing as he considered the question. “I invited her to the house last night, asked her to stay, but she ran off so fast, I’m worried I scared her,” he took another drag and then tapped the ash, blowing smoke out the side of his mouth. “But the sex dude, it’s just…mind blowing. I haven’t had this kind of chemistry with someone in years, and I convinced myself she felt it too.”
“You gotta give the girl a break, man,” Steve offered, scratching his chest through his white tee and then combing his fingers through his hair a few times. “She doesn’t know you’re for real, she probably thinks it’s all part of the act. I bet she thinks you’re gonna send her a bill for the whole weekend or something.” Steve chuckled to himself but Eddie wasn’t laughing.
“I told her I never go down on clients, I told her it was special, but I don’t know, she didn’t seem to believe me.”
“Gigolos are notoriously good liars, man. We have to be,” Steve perched his forearms on the table. “I mean, I’ve lost count of how many clients I’ve said ‘I love you’ too just because I knew that’s what they needed to hear.”
Eddie’s eyes widened in shock. “You tell clients you love them?”
“Well,” Steve fussed. “Sometimes I mean it, in the moment, you know?” His eyes went to the table as he wiped his hands off with the napkin. “Sometimes I need it as much as they do.”
Eddie considered Steve’s words as Donna came to remove their plates. “You should tell her,” Steve encouraged sincerely. “Tell her that you like her and want to take her on a real date, and that you don’t want her to pay you for the wedding thing. If she likes you too, hopefully she can wrap her head around the fact that your dick is in a different babe a couple times a month.”
Eddie had already been thinking about this, and so he worked his jaw with a solemn face. “What if she’s not interested in me in that way and I make her uncomfortable? It’s not very professional, and pretty creepy if you ask me.”
“It’s the risks we don’t take, man,” Steve shrugged. He moved his hands as he talked. “Feel it out, don’t just bombard her with it. See how the night goes. When the time is right, you’ll know. Otherwise, you’ll get paid a decent amount for a solid gig, and you had some great sex, so it wasn’t a total loss.”
All the same, Steve’s words were only partially comforting because there was only one way Eddie wanted the evening to go.
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Eddie smiled when he saw you, taking his sunglasses off as he pushed off the Firebird. The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned a bit to show the guitar pick necklace he wore, and the suit was perfectly tailored to him, complete with a thin leather belt and silver buckle. You mirrored his cheesy grin, filled with a rush of relief and excitement that no words could express.
“Wait,” your sister balked, eyes darting from you to him. “Is that him? Is that your date?” As good of a person as your sister tried to be, she could not conceal her disbelief that someone like you could snag someone like Eddie.
You waved at him, bolting from the porch and down the steps, ignoring your mother’s voice as best you could as she called out to you. “Where are you going? I thought you were coming with us? Tell him to come up so we can meet him.”
But, you only shouted over your shoulder. “See you over there, mom!”
You trotted up to Eddie at the end of the sidewalk in your heels, almost tipping over, and he took your hand, his eyes sparkling as they darted over you. “Wow, you look —”
“Please,” you whispered urgently, squeezing his thumb. “Get me out of here as fast as you can, and we can talk on the way.”
“As you wish,” Eddie held the door open for you to slide in, scooping the frilly parts of your dress with you. The women were all on the porch staring, mouths agape, and he gave them an open palm. “Ladies. Looking very lovely today,” just as he slammed the metal door and jogged around to the driver’s side.
Eddie snapped his seatbelt across his lap. “You look so damn good, almost got me hard right in front of your family.”
You shrank down in your seat so they couldn’t see you through the window and giggled at his shrill tone. “Serves you right for showing up here when I said to meet me at the venue.”
Eddie revved the engine and pulled from the curb with speedy finesse, adjusting the lapel of his suit jacket. “Went in to visit Robin at the coffee shop earlier today,” he started. “Your friend Nellie was working and she mentioned you might need rescuing from your mother, so I took a shot.”
“What can I say,” you cleared your throat, eyes on the road. “You’re good at your job.”
You noticed he still wore his chunky silver rings with his suit and you appreciated the way he always stayed true to his style. It was hard for you to give compliments, only because you rarely received them, but you did your best. “You look really handsome. I’m happy to see you.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eddie’s head turn to look at you, his voice low. “It makes me happy to hear that.”
You chatted about horror movies for a bit, because you were quite the aficionado, and then when the Firebird came to stop at a traffic light, Eddie stretched across, planting his elbow on the console to present his lips to you, making a smooch noise. “Kiss?”
He almost didn’t have to ask because your mouth was already on its way, eyelashes fluttering at the plump, warm welcome of their destination. The light turned green but Eddie was still hovering close, gaze flicking to different areas of your face.
“What?” You asked, slightly paranoid. “Is there something on my—?” You wiped your cheek and your mouth as if you expected to find a lipstick smudge or crumbs.
“You’re perfect,” he soothed. “I just like looking at you, that’s all.”
But then the person behind you honked, and Eddie hit the gas, but also threw a dirty look in the rearview to whoever it was who dared to interrupt such a moment.
You rubbed your lips together, relishing the taste of him, a wild fluttering in your heart.
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“So, I’m a mechanic, and I run my own garage,” Eddie came around to your side to open your door in the winery parking lot, running down the list of things he needed to remember. “It’s actually not a far cry,” he assured you. “I’ve been working on cars since I was a kid.”
You kissed him again when you took his arm, pinning your clutch under your other arm. “I’d like to apologize in advance for my family,” you said glumly. “They’ll probably ask you a bunch of personal questions, and you have my permission to tell them it’s none of their business.”
“Nah,” Eddie nudged you. “I want them to like me.”
You could see the stucco building ahead with a big white gazebo set up in front of lines of white chairs in the garden next to a pond that glimmered in the early evening sun.
Eddie took the lead in more ways than one, and you were so grateful. You’d never felt so protected and sure of yourself in your entire life. He had this way of talking to people like he’d known them for ages, disarming them and charming them in a way that was unfamiliar to you. The usher sat Eddie on the aisle of the row you were in while your mother was next to you, and that was when you made the formal introductions.
Your mom thrust her arm across you to shake his hand. “It’s so rude of my daughter to not tell us more about you. How old are you? How much money does a mechanic make? How long have you two known each other?”
Your eyes glazed over as you wished to god the ceremony would just start already so she could stop talking, but Eddie handled it with such grace and ease. He even offered to switch seats with you so that he could talk to your mother more, mostly just to give you a break from her, and as you stood up to let him scoot into the middle, pulling him in for another kiss to let him know how much you appreciated it.
The wedding itself was lovely, your cousin cried and looked very much in love. Eddie squeezed your hand when he heard you sniffle, passing you a blue and white handkerchief from his back pocket. You had this passing thought that he didn’t have a single flaw, but then you remembered what he did for a living, and the realization that he wasn’t perfect comforted you.
You started drinking as soon as time would allow, clinking your wine glass against Eddie’s beer, taking a few generous swallows on the way to the dining room. Your mother sat across the round table from the two of you, so Eddie finally had a break from her, but now he had one of your aunts to deal with. She was already tipsy, though, so she just kept telling him that he would’ve been her type back when she was his age. Eddie pretended to be flattered, at least you thought he was pretending? The wedding colors were pink and lime green, and you moved the floral centerpiece a few inches to the right so your mother couldn’t stare at you.
By the time the main course was being served, you and Eddie could not keep your hands off of each other. He’d had his hand on your knee under the table the whole time, but as he got bolder, his fingers dipped in under your dress, dragging along your inner thigh, until his knuckle was moving at your slit. Your breath hitched and you squirmed, making him pull his hand away, but you caught his wrist to let him know not to stop.
Your nylons and underwear were creating a barrier that you desperately wanted to be rid of to give him full access. You spread your knees open as far as you could without touching your neighbor, inviting him deeper. Your panties were soaked by the time he pulled away to use both hands to cut his steak, and then he choked on his bite when your hand slipped under the curtain of the chartreuse tablecloth to palm his cock through his pants. He was hard, and it made your hole clench around nothing where you sat, staring across the room at where the bride and groom sat with their party, offering a tight, distant smile.
Normally, being so bold was not your style. But he was, indeed, yours for the night, wasn’t he? He’d signed off on this, and he’d been so damn good to you all night, your body ached for him. After the lights dimmed and the DJ called the bride and groom to the floor for the first dance, you stood up and took him by the elbow, urging him to join you for a slow dance to You Were Meant For Me by Jewel. His cloth napkin fell from his lap to the ground when he stood, and like a gentleman, he had to bend over to pick it up first and set it on his chair, excusing himself to the others.
“I was planning on saving my dancing energy for Slayer,” Eddie said, trapping you in his arms, flush to his chest, feet carrying you in a slow circle. Your cheek was at his shoulder, your nose inhaling the woodsy scent of his shampoo.
“We can start the mosh pit,” you assured, to which he tightened his arm around you. You planted a kiss on his throat above his collar and Eddie closed his eyes, remembering Steve’s advice and feeling like the opportunity was approaching.
Halfway through the song, there was a tap at your shoulder and Eddie stiffened.
“I thought that was you, Eddie,” a female voice cooed. “Fancy meeting you here.”
You turned to see a beautiful blonde woman with striking green eyes, pin straight hair down past her shoulders, and a serious rack pushed up in her slim, turquoise dress giving Eddie the hungriest eyes you’d ever seen. She was older, 40’s maybe, and your attention flicked from him to her, taking note of how uncomfortable he suddenly was, locking his palm to your lower back so you wouldn’t go anywhere.
With deep reluctance, Eddie introduced the two of you, and the woman winked, whispering, “I’m one of his clients, too.”
Your blood ran cold.
You had no idea who this woman was, possibly from the groom’s side of the family, but your mind raced to figure it out, the need to run screaming out of the building itching in your veins. Your worst fear had come true: someone knew your secret and you’d soon be outed as paying a gigolo to be your date.
“Wait,” Eddie snatched you close as you tried to walk away. He took your hand, nodding his head in your direction. “This is my, um, girlfriend.”
“Oh?” The woman was painfully shocked and confused. “Does this mean you’re no longer offering your...services? I was going to see if you were available to go to Chicago with me next month.”
Eddie leaned toward her, trying to whisper. “I’ll refer you to Steve or Billy, but later, okay? Not here.”
“Oh of course, of course,” she winked again, almost as if she had a tick. She squeezed your arm as she went by, her eyes on Eddie. “You’re a lucky girl. He’s the best.”
The Jewel song ended, replaced by Unbelievable by EMF and you freed yourself from Eddie’s grasp to bolt out of the main dining room, pushing through groups of people and dodging tables. Eddie was on your heels, jogging up just as you went around the corner, clutching your stomach.
“Hey,” he touched your arm, tilting his head to look in your eyes, his hair falling off his shoulder. “I’m really sorry…about that, and for the girlfriend thing. I just didn’t want her to think that—”
“That I’m paying you to be here with me?” Your words came out a bit louder than you’d meant them to and a couple walking into the party snapped their heads in your direction. “Why not, it’s the truth.”
“Come here,” he took your hand, pulling you behind him, checking around for a place you could talk privately. The restrooms were busy with people in and out, one door was locked, but the door at the other side of the reception area opened into a living room with a fireplace, a master bathroom, and a bunch of makeup, champagne, and clothes everywhere that you assumed belonged to the bride and her friends.
Eddie called out to make sure no one else was in there, and then he locked the door behind him. Your anxiety was through the roof, but you’d learned fairly recently that there was one thing that could cure it.
“Listen I—” Eddie closed in on you, wanting to explain, but you met him with a different type of urgency, clutching the front of his shirt and pulling his mouth to yours.
“Please fuck me,” you begged. “That’s what I want right now.”
“But I want to make sure you—”
“Please, Eddie,” you whined, running your fingers along the outline of his cock. You were possessed, and Eddie didn’t mind it. He was caught off guard, sure, but he was quick to sit down on the couch and pull you with him, spinning you around so that you were in his lap, back flush to his chest, facing the unlit fireplace.
You scrambled to pull the taffeta of your dress up, pooling it up at your waist, and Eddie’s hand slid down to find the heat between your legs. You arched your head back and his lips tickled the shell of your ear. “Are you my eager girl?”
You whimpered, nodding, too impatient to properly take your nylons off, so you tugged at the material, slashing them open at the crease in your thigh with a few rips, exposing the tell-tale wet spot on your underwear, and Eddie’s hand dove right for it. Rolling your body, you turned your head to meet his kiss while the pads of his fingers unraveled you, pushing the material aside to groan at what he found there. You rode your ass up and down on his cock, feeling it grow beneath you.
He hissed a few dirty things in your ear, and you spun around to drop to your knees on the floor between his legs, working frantically at his belt and zipper to free his now throbbing length.
“Fuck, baby,” Eddie hissed, but then you yanked his boxers down, and your mouth found the soft underside of his tip, glistening already, and sucked it in, twirling your tongue. His head rolled on the back of the couch as you worked your hand and mouth down a few times, saliva running down your fingers and to his patch of hair at the base. You licked the tip and kissed it, and then wrapped your lips around it again.
Wannabe by Spice Girls could be heard on the other side of the building as all the girls on the dance floor screamed. Eddie’s cock popped out of your mouth when he pulled your head up to kiss you, urging your back flat to the floor, and then you were coaxing him on top, bending your knees up and spreading your legs wide, opening yourself for him.
Was this the moment? Eddie wondered, fingering your underwear to the side, sliding the tip of his length up and down your slit, while you bit your lip and bucked your hips, greedy for it.
“Hey, I need to say something,” he braced one hand by your shoulder, finding your eyes.
“Right now?” You breathed, your hole pulsing, nearly sucking him in.
“It’s important,” and he emphasized it by slapping your pussy with his thick cock, watching the way your face lit up at the impact. “I really like you.”
You swallowed hard, not prepared for such sincerity. “I like you, too,” you managed.
Eddie sat back on his heels, pinning your legs on either side of him, fingers spread out on your thighs, chocolate eyes flicking around your face. “I don’t want you to pay me for tonight. And I want to take you out again, after this. I want you to get to know me because this isn’t who I am.”
Something in his tone suggested that he anticipated a rejection, but you just frowned curiously. “Yeah, okay. I’d like that too.”
“Really?” Eddie balked, thrusting so that his tip tapped your entrance, making your mouth seize open.
“Yes, really,” you scooted your hips toward him. “Please fuck me now?”
Eddie fell forward, bracing his forearm by your head, tips of his hair grazing your cheek while his cock sank in, making you both curse. “Goddamn,” he gasped, tongue parting your lips, his entire body trembling. “To feel you with my skin is everything.”
He worked your clit with his thumb and after all the build up, it wasn't long before you were already on the verge.
“Babybabybaby…fuck,” you cried out, slamming your pelvis up to meet him.
“God I love the way you feel,” Eddie grunted, pausing for a second so he wouldn’t cum too fast, but then you were chanting his name, warm wet walls milking him as the orgasm rolled through you, and he was barely able to pull out in time. He sat back to work the exploding head with a few hand pumps, ropes of hot cum shooting onto the shredded material of your ripped nylons, shivering and moaning as he did so.
That was when the door on the other side of the room, the one you forgot to lock, flew open to the sound of women chattering. You’d heard the voices getting closer, but in the heat of the moment, hadn’t planned on there being a second entrance. You tilted your head back, chin up, to give an upside-down greeting to the horrified faces of the bride, her mother, and a couple of the bridesmaids. The Macarena song blared loud enough to shake the foundation of the building.
With his dick still fisted in one hand, Eddie waved with the other. “Hey, ladies, great party.”
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The two of you took off out of the building like a shot after you were discovered. Racing across the pavement on bare feet, your shoes in one hand, and Eddie’s hand in the other, his open belt flapping loose at his hip. His hair flying out behind him, as both of you did a poor job of containing the cries of amusement and squeals of unbridled joy.
Inside Eddie’s Firebird, you were both laughing so hard, there were tears rolling down your cheeks. Eddie had the radio on, and the song The Flame by Cheap Trick was playing.
“Do it again,” you snorted. “Make the face.”
And then, on cue, Eddie’s face contorted into the exact expression your aunt made when she walked in on the fornicating, his fists tight around the steering wheel. Your cousin, and her two bridesmaids had chuckled, averting their gaze. But your elderly aunt? You were sure she would never be the same, and probably tried to bleach her eyes out later.
“Oh god, that was so horrible,” you put your head back against the seat, your hands over your face, and then you slid them down to rest at your clavicle. “But also, the best thing that could’ve ever happened.” You never knew how good it would feel to rebel in that way. Of course, your aunt was probably explaining it all to your mother at that very moment, and the two would speculate on your “mental issues” for the rest of the evening. The beauty of it was, for the first time in your life, you really did not care. There was something about the way Eddie looked at you and treated you that made you feel like you weren’t as damaged as your family made you out to be. With Eddie at your side, you felt invincible; you felt free.
Eddie turned his head to the side to fix his gaze on you and put his hand out, palm up for you to take. Thoughtfully, you matched up your palm with his and intertwined your fingers. “You looked so beautiful tonight. I was really proud to be there with you.” He took a thoughtful pause and then: “So did you mean what you said earlier? Can I take you on a real date?”
Your cheeks exploded with heat, unable to maintain eye contact. “Eddie, I really do like you, but it’s just—-”
You moved your jaw from side to side, stare fixed on the other cars parked in the lot. “---I’m not sure how comfortable I’ll be knowing you’re sleeping with all of these other women.”
Eddie blew out a hard exhale, releasing your hand to fidget with a coin on the console. “Yeah, I was afraid of that. I don’t blame you, I’m not comfortable with it either.” He sat back to plant his hands at his knees. His suit jacket was off, and his black shirt was unbuttoned further down his chest. “I want you to know that I never planned on doing this forever. My uncle—uncle Wayne—his insurance is shit and he’s been paying out the nose for cancer treatments, so this is how I help him with that. The jobs I’m skilled to do out in the real world could never pay this well. Besides, it’s hard for me to be intimate with other people when I…when I have feelings for someone.”
You turned in your seat to look at him and brought your knee up, searching his profile. “What if you end up having feelings for one of your clients? I think that would always worry me.”
He turned in his seat to face you, honey brown eyes dark and earnest. “Listen, I understand your concern baby, but I’ve been doing this for almost 3 years now? I’ve never wanted someone the way I wanted you that first night.”
You let that sink in, your mind tripping over the “almost 3 years” part, trying to calculate how many sexual partners he’s had during that time. You reasoned that the sex worker profession was as old as time, and there were plenty of people out there who slept around a lot but didn’t get paid for it. As a single man, and as handsome as he was, Eddie could've easily had sex with just as many women, and would you hold it against him then?
“I don’t want to scare you off,” his jaw muscles tightened. “But I’ve been looking for a reason to get out of the gigolo trade, and I think I found it.”
“I’m going crazy
I’m losing sleep
I’m in too far
I’m in way too deep
Over you”
“What about this,” he reached out for your hand again. “What if we keep it casual and get to know each other as friends until I get a new job, find another way to make a living,” his gaze was on your held hands, his thumb caressing yours. “Would you wait for me?”
“I don’t know about that,” your words came out on an exhale. Eddie closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable rejection. “I don’t know if I could keep this casual, to be honest. I think I already like you too much.”
“You’ll always be the one
You were the first
You’ll be the last”
His eyes shot open, and a smile hitched up one side of his mouth. “Yeah, I don’t think I could, either.”
You chuckled softly, and then chewed a bit at your bottom lip. “This is very new territory for me, and I think we should take it one day at a time,” you reasoned. “I don’t want my boyfriend to be having sex with other women, but I also don’t want to lose you.”
“Your boyfriend?” Eddie grinned, teasing you with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
You playfully tried to free your hand from his grasp, but he only snatched you closer, catching your cheek with his other hand. He swept his thumb across your cheekbone and rubbed his nose along yours, barely skimming your lips with his. “What do you say? You wanna be my girl?”
You covered his hand with yours, a happy sob hitching in your throat. “With all my heart.”
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A/N: This adorable story has been very soothing for me to write, and even though the "official" story is finished, I already have some plans for blurbs and maybe a one shot down the road. My ask box is always open if there are certain scenarios you'd like to read more about when it comes to these two sweethearts. I'd also LOVE to do a gigolo!Steve version, but do not have immediate plans for it. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to those who cared enough about this story to comment and reblog! it really is a big deal to us, your fic writers ❤️
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Gather here guys new au dropped.
Okay imagine. Steve and Billy is married over ten years. Billy wants to try BDSM for a long time now but Steve can't do that to his husband *he's a softy okay don't judge him* So Steve prepare a special surprise for him and let Billy choose a man from a gigolo catalogue for his 35th birthday. And Billy chooses Eddie. 👀
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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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Kinktober 2022
Just like in 2019, 2020 & 2021 I am going to post a kinky, fluffy or scary one-shot from October 1st till October 31st 2022.
All upcoming stories got added now.
Please consider none of the stories are available until the set release date. Titles may change (all titles are working titles until release date.). The release date may change.
All stories contain smut, gore or horror elements. Please head the individual warnings for this event!!!
FANTASY/SMUT/FLUFF
October 1st: Irresistible Scent
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader
Kink: Marking kink
October 2nd: Revenge served cold
Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader
Kink: Cuckolding
October 3rd: Like Hell
Pairing: Alpha!Soldier Boy x Omega!Reader
Kink: A/B/O
A/N: requested
October 4th: Dance for me
Pairing: Demon!Dean x Stripper!Reader
Kink: Cock warming
October 5th: Forbidden Lust
Pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Kink: Homewrecker kink
October 6th: Mr. Orgasm (1) - Wrong Turn (Mr. Orgasm)
Pairing: Cultleader!Jensen Ackles x Author!Reader
Kink: Sex Cult
October 7th: Molded to perfection
Pairing: Steve Rogers x SextoyDesigner!Reader
Kink: big dick fetish
October 8th: Always daddy’s good girl sequel to Daddy’s good girl & Still daddy’s good girl
Pairing: John Winchester x fem!Reader
Kink: Daddy kink
October 9th: Best costume ever sequel to Is that a costume? & Where is your costume
Pairing: Wolverine x fem!Reader
Kink: Ripped clothes fetish
October 10th: Her concubines
Pairing: Dean x Fairy Queen!Reader x Sam
Kink: Feather play
October 11th: His favorite
Pairing: Alpha!Negan x Chubby(Omega)!Reader
Kink: Public sex
October 12th: Too much
Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader
Kink: Cunnilingus + overstimulation + facesitting and a hint of beard burn
A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1
October 13th: Bearded Beast
Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader
Kink: Beard fetish 😈
October 14th: Asgardian Possession
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader
Kink: possessive behavior/possession
A/N: idea by anon
October 15th: Her big bear
Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader
Kink: Size kink
October 16th: Got milk?
Pairing: TFatWs!Bucky Barnes x pregnant!Reader
Kink: lactation kink
A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1
October 17th: Perfect ending sequel to New Discoveries & Greenest Green
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x fem!Reader
Kink: Roleplay
October 18th: Put it there
Pairing: Stucky x fem!Reader
Kink: Strap-ons
October 19th: Tight places - sequel to Cramped
Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader
Kink: Claustrophilia
October 20th: Dad Jokes
Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader
Kink: Dirty Talk
October 21th: Enemy Mine
Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Kink: Exhibitionism (implied)
October 22nd: The strongest
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
Kink: Strength kink
October 23rd: Mustache Monster
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader
Kink: Gunplay
October 24th: You, me, and your hands tonight
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
Kink: Quorofilia / Hand Fetish
October 25th: Normal, not boring
Pairing: Endgame!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x TfatWs!Bucky Barnes
Kink: Breeding kink
A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1 & anon (Bucky)
October 26th: The gigolo
Pairing: Escort!Tony Stark x fem!Reader
Kink: Paid sex
October 27th: Scavenger hunt
Pairing: Winchesters x fem!Reader (Dean, Sam, John, not Wincest)
Kink: unuasual sex toys & foursome
A/N: idea by @moosekateer13
October 28th: Weather Goddess
Pairing: Thor Odinson x fem!Reader (X-Men)
Kink: Hyperspermia & Cum fetish
October 29th: Take my breath away
Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Kink: daydreams
October 30th: Praise me like you should
Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader
Kink: Praise kink & dirty talk
A/N: idea by anon
Halloween Specials: ANGST/SMUT/HORROR
October 31st: His prey
Pairing: Nomad!SteveRogers x Innocent!Reader
Kink: stalking
A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1
October 31st: Carved
Pairing: Demon!Dean x fem!Reader; Sam x Girlfriend!Reader
Kink: Knife play
Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events
#kinktober 2022#multifandom writer#supernatural#marvel#smut#the walking dead#demon!dean#steve rogers#bucky barnes#thor odinson#loki laufeyson#Sam Winchester#dean winchester#a/b/o#kink festival#lee bodecker#sam wilson#stucky x reader#Jensen Ackles#john winchester
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Moments Like This - Mini Fic (GN)
Summery: Steve sings and blasts music outside your window with a boombox.
Wordcount: 212
“What’re you doing?” Looking outside your bedroom window, all that could be seen was Steve with a boom box over his shoulders as he sang to you. Very loudly.
“Do you think I’m sexy?” He asked out of the blue before a certain song came on, and he started moving his hips from side to side like he was some gigolo.
“I have an elderly neighbour! Go to her if you want to attempt to dance like Elvis.” Steve could only laugh at the comment and didn’t even flip you off, it wasn’t as if he could due to the boom box.
“I think I got Elvis on here.” Waiting for what seemed like a lifetime, you looked down at him as he started singing again. Despite him belting it out, you smiled as Steve sang to you.
“And I can’t help falling in love with you!” Neither could you, even if he was a dork and the elderly woman was watching in adoration at Steve singing to you from below your window.
You couldn’t imagine loving anyone else but him, that’s when it struck you that you were truly in love. But what you didn’t know is that Steve had a lot more in store for Valentine’s Day than just this.
Stranger Things Taglist
@undeadcortez @mxlti-fand0m-imaginess @mrslizzyolsen @awesomesauce-abbie @benhardyswhore @lovelyy-moonlight
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omg i didn't know you also did poly writing??? i made the request for secretly dating robin + reader but could we also sprinkle in some (platonic) stobin + reader if possible? no one writes poly stuff and it makes my heart so happy to see someone willing to do that 🥺
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A/N: if i’m not mistaken, these are both requested by the same anon? and of course i can do that!!! i wasn’t sure if you meant only steve and robin platonic and then both x reader, so i just did that but if i screwed it up, please feel free to lmk and i’ll write you something new :)
Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Summary: When the pressure of a secret girlfriend and a fake boyfriend becomes too much, what can you do? 2.0k words
Warnings: angst, homophobia/biphobia, secret dating, fake dating (?), technically cheating, being closeted, beard steve 💔, cursing, mention of reader’s parents🫣,
It's like nails on a chalk board, the thorn in her side, ache in her stomach. A vortex of pointy things down the drain of her lungs and back up again. Flu-like symptoms ripping her away from rewinding tapes when you arch onto your tip toes and press a kiss—sweet and quick and sticky—to his forehead, but she knows he'd never appreciate the way you pull away with a smile and hold his hand in front of his varsity friends.
Even if she agreed it was for the best, it doesn't mean it was an easy decision. It was hard. It was tumultuous and gagging like knowing there's a storm out there but choosing to sail anyway. Because, God—at the end of the day, you just can't resist sailing.
"Hutton? You think so?"
"I mean, duh!" you huff, "Total betty, you gotta admit it. Plus, she's got that contemporary charm, yunno?"
"I get what you're saying, but Kelly LeBrock has..."
"Tits?"
"Class, sunshine. Get your mind outta the gutter," Steve teases, hands on your hips, letting you be closer, letting him eye you and bicker quietly against the counter. "Besides, Weird Science is always gonna be a hit. American Gigolo is nothing but a... a bunch'a prostitutes and pricks—"
"Hey, we're not talking about quality of film, here, alright? We're rating strictly based on babe-ness. And I say Lauren's the epitome: a ten, deadly with the perfect amount of substance. And those doe eyes are killer. You just don't get that from LeBrock."
"Okay, okay... but does she have killer boobs—"
"Hey, Robin?" you shout, one hand firm on Steve's pounding sternum, and she can't look over for fear of shredding herself down to stumps and misshapen parts. "Settle the score: Kelly LeBrock—great hair, great rack—or Lauren Hutton—a classic cover girl who, I must say, was simply born for the silver screen, I mean, let's not forget Gator—"
"'Nuff pandering," he whines, glancing over at Robin with a lazy look in his eye, "c'mon, lady-expert, spare a little wisdom."
She groans, armful of tapes and moseying out from behind the desk with a, "you know I don't trust Harrington's taste."
You laugh.
"Looks like I win!"
“On a technicality," he whines, "ask anybody else—"
"Nope, it was a fair vote!"
"You know that's not true. Biased polls are like... so not allowed."
"What about the electoral college?"
He sputters and tosses a hand in the air, accepting defeat with a laughing kiss to your chin, and Robin's about to push a double feature into her skull. You're not his to treat like that. To act fleeting and carefree. That's what's not fair. He's all public, and she's between the sheets. Hushed. Even if it's an agreement, a signed contract doesn't make any of this easier.
"Alright, letterman, I better get going before my folks go postal," you say, glancing over at Robin when Steve dips down to kiss your cheek. With a palm curled into the slope of his shoulder, you grimace. Because Robin's chewing her cheek, and it gives her a frown. One he wouldn't notice, but you sure as hell would. You sure as hell do. And it's like a twisting dagger when she forces a smile at you.
"Am I still taking you home?"
She nods and throws off her vest, tucking it under her arm and beelining it for the door.
"Woah, no 'bye, Steve! Thanks for covering my ass... again!'?"
But she's not listening. She stopped listening the day she met you. It was the first time she realized there's more to life than white noise. She's tossing herself into your passenger's seat, watching your fingers slip from his hand. It's too genuine for her to stomach, and she wants to know if you're doing it on purpose.
"She means well," you sigh, and he crosses his arms when you slip around the counter.
"Or you're just a bad influence," he teases.
"Oh, I'm the bad influence?"
"Yep."
"Uh-huh"—you roll your eyes with a smile. Not because you're lovesick or strung out. Because you're friends. You've been friends, and it's still hard to see him hopeful for a lie. Even if it's your will. Even if you could make it go away because you're in love with your girlfriend while he thinks it's about him—"Buh-bye, Steve."
"Bye, sunshine." He winks. And with the sound of the ignition, Robin clears her throat.
"So, uh... your parents are home."
You nod. "Shouldn't be too much trouble. Lord knows their god-fearing asses don't suspect a thing. I'm still an innocent little dove in their eyes."
She snorts.
But after that, the short drive home is excruciating. A kind of prolonged and sustained torture that’s never rattled your ribs like this. Never threatened to break you down into confession before now. She cranks the volume on your car stereo, synth blasting against your calf, puckering your skin like a burn. You can sense her stillness without actually looking at her. She’s staring straight ahead, and you don’t think she’s ever been so damn focused.
The jingle of your keys and the rumble of the engine fade out to the sound of her footsteps trailing you to your door. And you think you’ve avoided the den—they’ll be inside glued to analog cable—you shuffle right past the front door with your hand reaching for Robin’s. But you don’t make it. You stiffen when one of them greets you with a hug.
“Why didn’t you tell us Robin was dropping by? We would’ve saved her some casserole!”
“Oh, it’s no problem—”
“We were gonna eat later anyway, so,” you huff, “not a huge deal. But we should get started on this movie if we wanna… have time to do… that. ‘Kay, night—!"
“Why don’t you invite Steve over? Oh, we just love that boy, such a gentleman.” It’s like an eternal staring contest, trying to gauge which parent knows what about who. A battle between yourself and the self they pictured for you. Internal turmoil and bubbling guts and all that. You could throw up when they glance at each other across the living room.
“Yunno, I'm so glad you finally found yourself a nice boyfriend."
Splitting hairs. And staring through you to Robin. Because they both know. Or they think they know what Robin is. You’re all but digging your nails into your palm at the oil spill of mania inky ‘round your neck.
“Yeah. Me too,” you say through your teeth, grabbing Robin’s wrist and crowding towards your room.
And despite the clobbering of digs, she calls, “Was nice seeing you again!”
“We’re glad to have you, dear.” But it’s empty. Water off a duck’s back when you close your door just a little too hard. Feeling like it rattles the house. Definitely rings in your ears. You’re grumbling over yourself when she flops back onto your bed. Eyes shut, fingertips rubbing nothing together, and blowing hair off her forehead.
“I’m sorry,” you sigh, crouched and two fingers pushing the edge of the tape into the hard plastic flap of the VCR. “Thought they’d be wine drunk and passed out by now. Turns out they’re just fucking vicious—”
“D’you think…” she sighs, crossing her arms over her face, “do you think maybe this isn’t such a good idea... anymore?" So it’s muffled and you don’t know what to say. You stand and stare at the dust collected atop the lip of the television, how it’ll stay there because no one dusts it. After all, who would.
“What makes you say that?” But you already know the answer, and you’re pretty sure you won’t rest until somebody grabs your face and shouts it.
“Just… everything. Don’t you think it’s a little—I dunno—exhausting?”
“I don’t know, Robin, is that what you think? Is that what you want me to think?”
“No—no, of course not. ‘M just saying…”
And when you turn to look at her, she’s sitting up. And she really cannot stand your expression and the way it’s already accusing her of the truth. That she’s fucking terrified, and she doesn’t know if the love of her life is worth it. She doesn’t know if she’s worth it to the love of her life. Anymore.
“I know exactly what you’re saying,” you say. It’s too exacting and deadly. Cuts too deep like some kind of monster. She had no use in believing in them until she did. And now she does.
“Well…?”
“Well, I think that no matter how exhausted being what we are makes me… I’d let it run me dry ten times over before even considering giving it up. I think you’re worth my demise, Buckley… and if”—you think what you’re choking on is distress, but it’s much easier to blame bile—“if you don’t see that, then yeah, maybe this isn’t such a good idea anymore.”
She can’t keep it together. Not with the tears in your eyes and her cotton mouth. She stands and finally faces you. Finally looks you in the eye. And she feels like Steve for just a second: earnest, brutal, like heartbreak is the breeziest thing since labor.
“So that’s it, then?”
You haven’t moved. You don’t think you could if you tried.
“No. No, that’s not it, Robin”—you scoff—“God, I can’t believe you’re not even gonna try and fight for us. One sign of tension, and you fold? That’s so fucking selfish—”
“If it was just one sign of tension, I’d sit quietly and bear it like always, but it’s not. It’s fucking sirens and roadblocks and spike strips, and at this point, I’m running out of fight. All I’ve wanted for the past six months was to hold your hand and not get weird looks and off-handed comments. Don’t you get that? I just want a normal fucking relationship like everyone else, but instead I’m stuck on the outskirts of some weird love-triangle bullshit—it’s so fucking draining—!"
“Well… well, I’m sorry I put you in that situation, but I’m just trying to keep us safe! I know what people say about people like us, and it’s fucked up, Robin. We’re outcasted as it is, and this—”
“This is so frustrating,” she groans, pushing a hand through her hair and shaking her head as she turns away. And all you can do is watch her pace. And pace. And your anger melts down, crackles and burns at the wick, and digs itself a cavern.
“You know, that’s all I’ve wanted, too,” you sigh, “when I’m out with him, and when he kisses me, I… it’s like… I feel like such an asshole for thinking about you. The entire time. But you can’t blame me. You’re all-consuming. I mean, he’s great. He is—Steve is wonderful, but… he’s not the one I want. I would bid my life on a single moment with you.”
Her shoulders slump. And her head leans into her fingers, dousing knuckles in hot tears, back heaving between broken sobs.
“Hey,” you coo, cupping her elbows until she softens with a wet blink of her droopy lashes, “I think it’s exhausting and selfish and messy most of the time, and I think… I think it’s still a good idea.”
She blubbers noiselessly and needlessly, already drooping into your arms and the way your fingers press into her shoulder blades. And the way you tell her she’s good and fine despite all the one-way habits and slips of the tongue. Despite all the words she never figured out how to articulate in time.
But all she really needed was a second to catch her breath. Which was something she found proved a lot more difficult once you came along. With that goddamn smile and sense of direction. You kiss a teensy patch of freckles on her jaw. And she finally feels steady enough.
“We’re a good idea.”
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Release: November 10, 1983
Lyrics:
I'm all out of hope
One more bad dream
Could bring a fall
When I'm far from home
Don't call me on the phone
To tell me you're alone
It's easy to deceive
It's easy to tease
But hard to get release
Eyes without a face
(Les yeux sans visage)
Eyes without a face
(Les yeux sans visage)
Eyes without a face
Got no human grace
You're eyes without a face
I spent so much time
Believing all the lies
To keep the dream alive
Now it makes me sad
It makes me mad at truth
For loving what was you
Eyes without a face
(Les yeux sans visage)
Eyes without a face
(Les yeux sans visage)
Eyes without a face
Got no human grace
You're eyes without a face
When you hear the music, you make a dip
Into someone else's pocket then make a slip
Steal a car, go to Las Vegas
Ooh, gigolo pool
Hanging out by the state line
Turning holy water into wine
Drinkin' it down, oh
I'm on a bus, on a psychedelic trip
Reading murder books, tryin' to stay hip
I'm thinkin' of you, you're out there so
Say your prayers
Say your prayers
Say your prayers
Now I close my eyes
And I wonder why
I don't despise
Now all I can do
Love what was once
So alive and new
But it's gone from your eyes
I'd better realize
And now it's getting worse
Eyes without a face
(Les yeux sans visage)
Eyes without a face
(Les yeux sans visage)
Eyes without a face
Got no human grace
You're eyes without a face
Such a human waste
You're eyes without a face
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Billy Idol / Steve Stevens
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Recently I have undertaken a quest:
To have watched every movie that Owen Wilson is in by the end of the year.
It started with rewatching night at the museum and becoming obsessed with Jedtavius, which led to a small crush on Owen Wilson, but it's not small anymore.
Counting all the movies that I had already seen, the starting number was 12. I am now at 30 out of a total of 63. Plus, I rewatched all the cars movies and the Cars on the Road mini series (it's really good btw).
Notably good movies so far:
Aquatic life with Steve Zissou: he's really cute in the movie and shirtless most of the time. Bill Murray could hunt me for sport and I would still find him Charming and likable. I love fish so much, but none of the species in this movie are real so that's a draw back, I wish it was more educational.
Shanghai Knights: better than Shanghai Noon, Jackie Chan is a treasure, I love when they accidentally kill Jack the Ripper. Owen Wilson plays a gigolo
Grand Budapest Hotel: he's barely in this one, but otherwise, the movie is pretty good.
Notably bad movies so far:
Meet the Fockers: I didn't enjoy any of it. I didn't even realize it was supposed to be a comedy until about an hour in. There wasn't enough Owen Wilson to modivate me to finish it.
Are You there: I didn't know or care about what was going on. Didn't finish this one either. I might go back and finish it when I've watched all the others, but I doubt it.
The Haunting: boring. Only kinda creepy and not a good horror movie. Owen Wilson gets decapitated in the last act. Set design is cool tho
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Earthly Paradise
☆ Pairing: Loki x Reader
☆ Synopsis: Things with Loki are going great, you over each other and everything seemes perfect, but will the honeymoon phase survive when Loki's worries get the worst of him.
☆ Word Count: 5009
☆ Notes: Loki is shy and touch-starved switch. It is almost fluff without plot until the end. Part 4 of this saga I've made: part one, two, three.
☆ Warnings: Anxious Loki, Loki does a major fucksie whupsie at the end.
After the mission was over things happened how Loki had expected them. The second the rest of the team figured out what was going on between the two of you (which didn’t take long given the loving display wasn’t particularly discreet) hell broke loose: teasing, jokes, and playful flirting to trigger Loki’s jealousy and all those things you could expect from friendly banter.
“Ah, Tinkerbell, I really like your new shirt”
On different times, these same circumstances would have annoyed him, or worse, especially about the flirting would’ve caused at least one of them to go missing, but the way you beamed with pride when you spoke of how much you adored Loki made him do the same. And they could tease each him all they wanted. You had made perfectly clear that jokes aside you had eyes only for him.
For once in his life, Loki knew what it was to have the spotlight, being showered by so much positive attention from a group that despite he’d never admit it, he had learned to care for. Your relationship highlighted the best of him and made him want to be even better.
He didn’t expect it all to be perfect, he imagined sooner or later, someone would come to lecture him about the responsibilities of a romance with someone as precious as you, or threats to murder him in his sleep if he dared to hurt you. But none of that came. If anything they came to support him, to suggest him good restaurants to take you to, reminded him of your favorite flowers, chocolates, and colors, and whatsoever a long-detailed list of tips about Midgardian courting… other stuff. It was annoying but if this were the kind of things you’d like he would make sure to provide.
Because you did to him what no one did in over a millennium. You made him happy, genuinely happy.
“Reindeer games, you look like you’re in a good mood today” Tony chuckled.
“Good mood?” Clint laughed, “He’s arrogant ass is not literally glowing because he would look like a fluorescent marker.”
“Look at him all dressed up, Earth style even” Sam grinned cheekily, pointing to his black suit.
“Dating human is more softening than what my brother expected” Thor smiled more endeared than cheekily.
“Leave him alone guys” Nat smiled, to which Loki nodded thankfully, “… it’s not his fault cupid hit bullseye.”
Of course. He didn’t want to let those ridiculous comments ruin his evening, but all this nonsense was ridiculous and starting to get to his nerves.
“Guys, I hope you’re not messing with Loki” a familiar voice spoke through the hall.
Seeing you was worth all the teasing, you had chosen a beautiful blue night dress, glittery silver heels that he could only see if your step were long enough to raise the skin up your ankle, and silver jewelry to match.
“You look absolutely stunning, my love” he smiled as he reached to greet you with a kiss ln the cheek.
“You’re so sweet, mischief. You look fantastic yourself, but I didn’t expect any less of you” you smiled. “But hurry or we’ll lose the reservations.”
“Darling we’ll be fine, don’t worry, I’ve been perfecting my portals, and worst-case scenario we’ll use those.”
“Woah there, sweet pea, careful” Clint warned you playfully. “It’s never good when a man wants to save time.”
“Hilarious, Barton, but I didn’t quite hear you” Loki snarled tapping his ear.
“Loki!” you scolded him, “And believe it or not, he is nothing but a gentleman.”
“Yeah, that’s how they all act” Bucky chuckled.
“Right, because you guys would know first-hand about that, gigolo squad” you scoffed, “Not you Bruce, Vision, you’re an angel too, Steve… you’re on thin fucking ice.”
“This is what I get for being the sponsor of your fancy date?” Tony whined, feigning offense. “Good to know.”
“Ah, you know I’m very thankful” you smiled to walk to where he was seating to give him a kiss on the cheek, “But I can’t let you guys insult my Loki. Even if his fancy dates finish me off…”
“If Earth’s Mightiest Heroes are done interrupting…” Loki spoke up.
“Don’t blame us, mischief” Clint grinned, “It’s your fault we came together in the first place.”
“A mistake I’ll pay for rest of my life, rest assured” Loki sighed. “Shall we get going, love?”
“Yeah, let’s” you smiled as you grabbed him by the arm ready to spend a date night at the theater.
Days went by full of delight and Loki felt like floating. You were inseparable and could barely take your hands off each other, first thing in the morning you would meet in the kitchen to eat together, matched your gym routines in the mornings to stretch and start the day. Then he’d grab a book to read with you around as you worked in the lab for a couple of hours, still tending to your needs bringing you water and snacks to share with you until it was time to train. The other girls had gone ballistic, constantly making group dates with Wanda and Vision, Pepper and Tony, Nat and Bruce, whether two couples at one or everyone who tagged along.
You still worked hard to be a hero and you trained your butt off, but training had to be one of his favorite things now: he taught you Asgardian sparring as he learned Midgard fighting styles to show you as well, but it all meant having you close and a chance to touch you.
“Alright, darling” Loki huffed, “Your position is too gentle. Straighten your shoulders.”
You did as told, and he placed hands on the sides of your waist, nodding for you to do the same. The rest came almost mechanically, it was trying to get your feet behind his leg to swipe him to the floor. Loki and you had been working on a mix of different martial arts to make your fighting style diverse and unpredictable to the enemy.
After a couple of attempts you finally managed to drop Loki on the floor, although rather than getting overexcited you decided to actually beat him. When, he rolled on his stomach to try standing up you tackled him, placing your knee on the back of his thigh to prevent him from standing, and when he tried to reach for you, you grabbed his hands pinning them against his back. You had successfully managed to put Loki in a lock, and he swelled with pride when he noticed he was effectively pinned, even if his strength far surpass yours, you had exceeded his expectations, so he allowed you to enjoy your victory.
“Gotcha good” you stated audibly pleased with yourself.
“Mm, I really enjoy this new arrogance of yours” he smirked, “I wouldn’t mind this position in a different scenario.”
He let out a chuckle when he heard you whine. He had learned your reactions so well that he could practically see your red face as you bit the inside of your cheek to try concealing your embarrassment.
“I do wonder if you’d be able to take charge with the task given you’ve made it so easy for me to fluster you” he teased you.
He only meant that to an extent, truly he adored the newfound liberty he had to embarrass you, how vulnerable you’d allowed yourself to be vulnerable to his words, even if he exploited that for his entertainment he never used it to hurt you, nor he intended to. He relished that trust you gave him and no way he’d actually make you feel ashamed.
“Oh?” he could just hear the impishness. “Is that right…? What about this scenario?”
Before he could shoot you a comeback he felt singers spidering over the back of his exposed side, crawling up his ribs.
“Ehe-hey! Lohohove, dohohon’t do thahahat” he chuckled.
“Why not? You wanted me to take charge” you teased him, “That should mean I get to make decisions. Or does this not please you?”
“Okahahahay, it’s good, it’s good, that’s enough!” Loki laughed when your hand snaked under his arm. “Cut it ohohout!”
You ceased your playful torture but not right after he asked, he didn’t understand what it was immediately, given he was trying to get rid of the tingly sensations. But by the time he did the footsteps approaching were already by the door.
“Oh, hi!” Bruce waved shyly. “I remembered you’d be here, Tony asked if you were going to the lab later today.”
“Yeah, we’re almost done training,” you smiled innocently, “I’ll take a shower and we’ll meet you there.”
“We?”
“We, as in we are a package deal now,” you stated firmly, “wherever he goes, I go, and vice versa.”
Something in Loki’s stomach fluttered, he had never experienced such a pure way of loving. How proud you made clear you were with him, and you loved him. Sure, despite his altercations, he knew his family loved him. But it was so different,.
“O-Oh… Good,” Bruce smiled and left, letting you return to the lesson.
“Now, grab one of my arms and stretch it behind me” Loki instructed, “place your knee on my free arm if you deem it necessary.”
You did as he ordered, and Loki nodded approvingly of your technique.
“Now all you’d have to do is place your hand below my elbow and smash it to break my arm.”
“What?!” you sounded so genuinely horrified Loki couldn’t tell if you were joking or not.
“Of course you’re not gonna do it to me darling,” Loki assured you “I know you wouldn’t harm me, it’s just practice. But fear not, you’ve improved your strength enough, so it a really combat you would perform it well.”
“No… I don’t want to do that” you said getting off of him.
He sat up to face you, looking at your mortified face. Your hands were covering your mouth and you were shaking lightly.
“I don’t want to hurt anyone… I mean, y-yeah… I’ll have to fight bad guys but… actively breaking arms… i-isn’t that overkill?”
“Darling… killing is part of the job too… sometimes you won’t have a choice” he said as gently as he could.
“I understand that I just… I would like to avoid reaching those extremes… As much as possible, at least.”
Norns, you were so soft.
“I know the battlefield is rough,” you said, “But you’re living proof that there’s good in what we think are bad guys… I don’t want to make killing my default, you know.”
He could recognize you had a valid point… and he admire your mercy, but he couldn’t help but worry.
As you reached out to cup his face with a care and love he hadn’t felt in his entire life, he sighed allowing you to keep stroking his cheek with a gentleness that undid him. He could feel himself practically melting to your touch, feeling his worry vanish at your hands.
Speaking of touch, your affection had become his newest and strongest vice. He loved how you held his hands as you walked around the facilities so naturally that you didn’t have to think about it. He relished your hugs, so warm and tender, always telling him how much he was loved.
It was terrifying how much he craved for your touch, how he would bend to your will if you simply caressed him. Your fingers worked like magic.
As much as he adored having you in his arm, knowing he could keep you safe while he ran his fingers through your hair to make you sigh and let out little moans of delight, you were stubborn and you insisted to pamper him as well. At first it took him time to warm up to the idea, always charming his way around it. But as much as you enjoyed yourself you eventually got your way… and Loki questioned how he ever lived without your touch.
The way you seemed took pleasure helped to put his mind at easy. And the way you made him feel helped too.
It was funny how as a prince, massages were pretty much part of the deal, just another perk of the royal life. But this? Simply resting his head on your chest as you absentmindedly traced shapes on his back or gave him what you called head scritches made the most renowned masseuses pale in comparison.
“You are such a puppy” you teased him.
“I am nothing of such, I’m much more sophisticated…” he chuckled, “at least a cat.”
“Are you sure? I think you’d look cute with a puppy tail,” you giggled, “wagging it around when you’re happy. You even react when I scratch behind your ear…”
You scratched the spot behind his ear, and he shivered in delight, biting his lip to hold back any audible reaction but not quite concealing his smile. He could feel his face heating up at the sound of your endeared laughter.
“I hate you” he groaned.
“I love you too.”
You returned to scratching his back and he just huffed, allowing himself to relax once again. Shivered again when you sneaked underneath his shirt by the neck of it onto his bare back, which he would be delightful if you hadn’t found a particularly sensitive spot on his shoulder blade. That made him jump despite his best efforts, your fingers had just found a very bad spot and his reaction was evident.
“Oh… sorry” you smiled shyly.
He just groaned and hid in your chest to try concealing his embarrassment, but you simply moved from the spot continued scratching his back. For a moment he felt tempted to tickle you back, his weight and position already gave him an advantage, and he could excuse it on revenge, it'd certainly seem like a naturally playful response.
But he knew you knew him well, just as well as he knew you. You would certainly tickle him back, in a worst-case scenario, you’d pick up on the fact that he actually didn’t fight it back… Meaning it’d be a matter of time you figured out why.
He’d have to do with the occasional chill from a touch in a particularly sensitive spot for now. It wasn’t like he didn’t adore every second of it as well.
Valhalla could be damned.
When eventually kisses became part of the relationship, he fell in love even further the second your lips met his skin. You’d peck his cheeks almost every time he was within reach, his eyelids when he was sleepy, on his neck always sending chills down his spine, his hands when he handed you tools or when you drove around the city, and his lips… gods, the taste of you. He knew there was a before and an after in his life once he tasted your kisses.
It was his favorite distraction. You had found that you could interrupt him from any task or activity with a smooch and he would not only not be annoyed, but he corresponded happily. If anything, he feigned annoyance and claim you would have to pay for disturbing his peace, which was just an excuse to kiss you more fervently. Of course you knew better than to interrupt him if he was doing something important, which he appreciated, but the world could wait until he was done with you.
And… just like things started between the two of you, tickles were a constant on your relationship. He adored teasing you and eliciting giggles from you as much as you did to him.
Tickling you silly was another effective way of getting you away from work to skip you pleads to get 5 more minutes or let you finish this one bit. It was just a matter of wrapping his arms around you and scribbling his fingers over your belly to have you cave in and leave the lab to rest spending time with Loki. Or just to get you to do anything really.
“Give up, honey~” he purred in your ear.
“Nahahaha!” you squirmed in his lap.
Oh, who would have guessed that doing things like sitting on the God of Mischief’s lap could result in situations like these…
“It’s the only way to make this stop…” he teased, as he squeezed and pinched your ribs.
“IHIHIHIT’S NOT FAIIIEEEEEEEEE!” you screeched, “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!”
“Lihife is not fair, dear heart” he laughed at your reaction as he reached to tickle your back, right between your shoulder blades. “But this is as simple as surrendering.”
“OKAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY! NO MOHOHORE!” tears of laughter streamed down your face.
“Say it…”
“I GIHIHIVE!” you laughed, tapping “IHIHIHIT’S YOURS! JUHUST STAHAHAHAP!”
He decided to be merciful and actually hold his end of the bargain, letting you break, rubbing circles on your back to brush of the tickly sensations, you gasped for air in defeat as you handed him the last cookie. Of course he shared half with you, and of course that’s what would’ve happened anyway, but none of you could deny it was more fun this way.
On your side, you were a bit discrete, and Loki thanked you for that, you didn’t say it openly, but he knew you didn’t want him to feel embarrassed if you tickled him in front of others.
“Ah, the happy couple having some quality time with a movie” a familiar voice beamed happily as he walked in the leisure room.
“Thor, don’t come to bot—”
“Yeah we are” you chimed in with a happy smile, “We’re watching Pride and Prejudice, if you want to join us, if you don’t mind romantic movies… really romantic movies.”
The God of Thunder stiffened immediately looking around the room as to avoid contact.
“A-ah, w-well— I… I wouldn’t want to bother the— the l-lovebirds…”
“It’s not a bother at all, Thor” you smiled “In fact, I’ll give a bunch of kisses to my little Asgardian moonlight right here, right now.”
You clever thing. Despite his normally confident demeanor, his brother couldn’t handle his socially awkwardness. Sure, among friends he was still loud and bright. But when it came strangers he was actually really shy… among strangers and… and couples, the public displays of affection just made him really self-conscious.
“Is that right, darling?” Loki smirked, happy to play along.
“M-Maybe another time” Thor suggested.
“Oh, Thor, don’t be shy! We’re almost family” you teased him.
That was enough to make the God of Thunder, turn pale and fled the room, making Loki fall back on the couch laughing.
“Oh, dear, I almost thought he was going to pass out” Loki chuckled.
“I’m kinda sad he didn’t join us for movie night” you said sadly.
“Wait, you were serious?”
“What’s wrong with it?” you said innocently, “You’re my boyfriend.”
Loki just rolled his eyes, barely missing the tingling feeling on the back of his mind. Liar.
“Again with your Midgardian terms” he huffed.
“You are just bitter I was the one who asked you out officially” you grinned triumphantly as you planted a kiss on his lips.
“I hate it when you’re right” he smiled through the kiss, “but if you kiss me more I’ll forgive you.”
“Well… I guess I have no choice…” you mumbled happily barely breaking the kiss. “Or now that we’re alone… I could…”
Before Loki could ask was talking about he felt your fingernails gently yet torturously crawling under his arms, making him burst out laughing.
“Dahahaharling, dohohon’t– hehehe! Stohohop!”
“Don’t stop? If you say so…” you teased as you nuzzled his neck, just adding up to the tickling sensation. “I knew you liked this, but this is beyond blunt, sugar pie.”
With what little strength he could muster he held your wrist to push you away from him.
“Goodness grahacious, dear…” he chuckled, “where did you get that idea?”
“You may fool the others, even your brother, but I know you love it when I tickle you, giggles” you whispered, gently tapping his nose. “Otherwise you’d stop me right away, squirm at least.”
“Oh, giggles, is it?” he growled playfully. “I’ll show you giggles.”
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHH!”
And he latched onto your sides, eliciting your squeals and laughter was a lot better than admitting you were right twice in the same date night. Oh, well, just another thing to the list of things he still didn’t dare to tell you, it would pile up next to finally telling you “I love you” and his concern to your eager to be exposed to the Avenger lifestyle…
You… an Avenger. Exposed to missiles, swords, daggers, a vast amount firepower, master assassins, metahumans, witches and sorcerers, people in mechanical suits of diverse thematic, angry green monster with strength that surpassed literal gods, and that’s without the mention of extraterrestrial lifeforms of unknown intentions. And you, so fragile and gentle wanted to expose yourself to all that for people who mostly didn’t deserve an ounce of your kindness.
Gods, he couldn’t allow it. You would get yourself killed. You were only going to shorten your already brief life. No. He had to do something about it.
Thankfully that opportunity presented itself on a silver plate. Literally…
“Loki, can you pass me the—
“T10 Pozidriv screwdriver” he smiled as you grabbed the screwdriver yourself.
“I’m impressed you actually recognize what they look like.”
“You have me stuck here too much” he chuckled teasingly.
“You love it” you leaned towards him with that adorable way of smiling that made your nose scrunch up.
“I don’t hate it” he agreed corresponding your actions to meet you for a kiss when—
“Sorry to interrupt the not-ly-weds” Pietro chimed in as he walked into the lab, “But there’s a meeting in 15 minutes for the next mission, so we need the emo king here to grace us with his presence in hall C.”
Loki was about to berate him about not knowing the meaning of privacy. But you placed your hand on his discreetly to beam with a smile.
“He’ll be there in 5” you assured him.
Loki noticed how the speedster’s expression softened. All the annoyance in his eyes when he walked in vanished within seconds.
“O-Oh— good” he mumbled, “I’ll see you there, then.”
And with that, he left leaving a trail of wind behind him.
“What was all that about?” Loki asked.
You shrugged with an innocent smile, “I just thought I’d spare you the trouble”.
“I appreciate the effort, but I rarely confront with them lately” Loki reminded you, “Besides their unwelcome mockery, that is.”
“They’re not mocking you, baby, it’s just teasing” you smiled, “that’s just the way the show you they love you. You’ve proven to be part of the family.”
“Family…” Loki breathed out.
“Yeah, but we can talk about it after your meeting” you smiled as you pecked his cheek.
“What happened with wherever I go, you go?” Loki smirked.
“I’m packed with work right now, and you know I rather not go until I’m authorized to a mission” you sighed, “it’d be rubbing salt in the wound.”
He nodded in agreement and made his way to the meeting. Given you had sent him off with time to spare, he had arrived early. Meaning the only other members present were Rogers and Vision. So he took the chance to request making a brief council before the meeting.
“Alright, before so talk about the trip to Gulmira, Loki wanted to bring a matter to us” Steve said absentmindedly as he was reading some files.
He just stood up, and cleared his throat… If you ever found out what he was about to do, you would be beyond angry, but he hoped you would understand.
“First of all, this a highly sensitive subject so it’s of utmost importance that what we say behind these doors remains strictly confidential…”
Gods, he hoped he could be forgiven.
Soon, the mission day arrive. You were there when it was time to leave, he was surprised at himself for managing to keep a straight face as your eyes crystallized with held back tears as they loaded the Quinjet. For as long as he could remember, he hadn’t cared about goodbyes, but leaving you for a few days broke his heart.
“It’s okay… I’ll prepare a date for when you get back” you beamed as you cleaned the tears from your eyes.
“That sounds lovely” he smiled, gently caressing your cheek, “I’ll be counting the seconds until I get to see your beautiful face once more…”
“I’d rather you focus on the mission” you chuckled awkwardly, “I don’t want to see your return as a sieve.”
“Very funny” he rolled his eyes with a smile as he extended his arms, cueing you to hug him.
You complied happily wrapping your arms around the tall god, standing on the tip of your toes to peck his cheek. He couldn’t help but look at you sadly, knowing it’d be at least a couple of days until he saw you again. How had he come to miss you so badly? Which force of nature had decided he’d need you this badly?
“Don’t be sad” you smiled.
“Yeah, because sad spelled backward is das and das not good” a familiar voice said, soon revealing Peter carrying boxes to the jet. “I— I mean, like… das not gonna be good for the mission… Um…”
Loki’s annoyed sigh contrasted with your happy giggle.
“Hey, with the suit almost done, maybe next mission I’ll go with you, right?”
“Yes, perhaps…”
“Alright Alison Reynolds, we’re leaving!” Tony called from the ship.
You have him a final kiss goodbye and he rushed to the jet, waving you goodbye as the hatched closed. Of course there was teasing about it on the flight, but the warmth from your body still lingering on him was something no amount of mockery could take away from him.
The mission was what he expected, some days of vigilance, a couple more of infiltration and espionage, the battle and take down of the evil organization of turn, and control damage to the surrounding area. The only considerable surprise was that someone had managed to slash his skin with a blade. Nothing concerning besides the fact that you’d for sure give him a mouthful when he got back… not that he minded.
When they arrived back, Loki felt tired, but thrilled to get to see you again. Even if this time it meant that you’d panic at the sight of his arm, which you did. No matter how many times Loki assured you that it wouldn’t kill him, you lectured him while you cleaned and bandaged the wound, reminding him that he’s not immortal and that he shouldn’t be so reckless without access to Asgardian medicine.
He would take a thousand more blade if it meant you’d cure them. Anything to have you close.
You were just finishing wrapping the bandage around Loki’s shoulder when Thor walked in with his usual smile only widening at the sight of you two.
“Ah young one, I came to thank you for the food you had ready” he grinned as he showed a sandwich in his hand, leaving Loki’s on the table next to him.
He wasn’t able to fight the smile at the first bite, it was an extra lettuce chicken sandwich with that spicy mayo he liked. A quick glance at Thor’s gave away that it was an all-meat sandwich. You made everyone’s sandwich favorite, personalized for everyone, typical.
“It’s nothing, you guys were gone for a while, and I imagined you’d be too hungry to wait until dinner and too tired to eat in the dinning room” you smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”
“It’s absolutely delicious.”
Loki was lowering down his sleeve, ready to spend the rest of the evening with you, when Thor decided to speak once again.
“It really is a blessing that she’s still here to take care of us” Thor smiled at Loki.
“Hah… w-what do you mean…?” you asked nervously.
The room felt silent, Thor had a look of regret on his face as his younger brother stiffened, refusing to look you in the eye. Loki looked at the floor, knowing he’d never resist the pained look he was sure would be adorning your features, Thor on the other hand simply caved in with a defeated sigh.
“Look, little one… We had decided to vote about you going on missions a while back, given you lack life-long training, and your suit wasn’t ready… it had to be unanimous, so– It was only for your safety–”
“Who voted against it?” you asked.
“I did” Loki finally admitted.
The brief second your eyes met his tore his heart apart in a million pieces. The amount of disappointment in your eyes was unbearable.
“W-What? Why? Who else…?”
Thor just shyly shook his head.
“So it was just you?” you asked, Loki really disliking the tone of your voice, you had never spoken so harshly, and much less to him. “Only you doubt that I can do it?”
“You will thank me one day.”
“What? No!” you complained, “that’s not fair!”
“Come now, it’s not—” Thor tried intervening, but you held your finger up at him. And Thor had spent enough time on Earth to know that defying the angry Shut-Up finger sign was dangerous, even for the God of Thunder.
“Why, Loki?!” You asked, “You know what this means to me!”
“You have no idea what you would be getting yourself into.”
“I know what it demands, and I’m willing to pay the price if I get to make a difference, and you don’t have the right to decide over what I can or can’t do!”
“If I recall, that’s exactly what the voting was for,” Loki said plainly, “wasn’t it, brother?”
“I- I- I… I don’t want to get involved” Thor raised his hands in a truce sign.
“No, it’s okay Thor.” you snapped, “Loki, you don’t get to make that choice for me! You have no right to do it!”
“It’s for you own good, darling!”
“It’s my risk to make, Loki! I—”
“Do you have any idea what your death would do to me?!” Loki finally snapped back.
“I’M MORE THAN WILLING TO DIE!”
“I’M NOT WILLING TO SEE YOU DIE! DON’T YOU GET IT?! I LOVE YOU!”
There was a deadly silence after that. Thor didn’t dare to move an inch, he just stood by the door trying not to make a sound even with his breathing. But a god so big wasn’t easy to hide, making this need to burst into tears was even more humiliating with his brother here.
Of course he ruined it. The first time he tells you he loves you, and he ruined it. He was an absolute idiot. He held it in so much that when it slipped out he exploded in your face.
“I’m not allowing you to put yourself in the line of fire and risk losing you” he barely managed to breathe out.
“You already did.”
You left the room, slamming the door behind you… sort of (bless the day shock absorbers were made). And Loki just collapsed against the desk in front of him, resting his head on his crossed forearms.
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The third and final part of Touch My Cheek Before You Leave Me, Baby, my gigolo!Eddie fic, will be out by this weekend 💗 A lot of you have been asking when, and so I wanted to give this update.
There will also be a gigolo!Steve sighting in this 👀
This has really been a joy to write, gigolo!Eddie is up at the top of my favorite boyfriends now.
#touch my cheek before you leave me baby#gigolo!Eddie#gigolo!Steve#Eddie munson fic#Eddie munson smut#Spotify
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Rise!Turtles Playlists Part 2
author’s note: part 2 as promised featuring Leo and Raph’s playlists! again all fun, no deep meanings, very self indulgent and from my own playlist!
part one
let me know what you guys think, any favorite songs? who’s got your favorite playlist? hope you all enjoy~~~
Leo
Honestly I think he listens to a bunch of pop and rap, something that matches his crazy personality, Leonardo’s playlist names would be something like ‘MC Leon’ or ‘Best of the best’
You Get What You Give by New Radicals, (alt/indie, upbeat) he’d listen to this if he needed something genuine, something to help lift his mood, for when he’s in his feelings but the good kind, a dreamers anthem, ‘hope a ninja’s greatest weapon’
N Side by Steve Lacy, (r&b, chill) one of the more slower songs on his playlist, but still a love song, picture him in bed listening to this while reading a Jupiter Jim comic or something, knows the phone call part by heart and he acts in out in the shower
Perfect by One Direction, (pop upbeat) c’mon he likes boy bands on the down low, maybe even high key if he thinks the band is mainstream and definitely knows the words to this song, he just seems like a love song type of turtle
Shinunoga E-Wa by Fuji Kaze, (jpop, chill) one of the songs from Mikey’s playlist that Leo has claimed for his own, good music, though I imagine he’s probably as intense as the lyrics if anyone knows what the songs about, (maybe not that intense with a lover but yk what I mean)
CUFF IT by Beyoncé (disco pop, upbeat) this is it, this is his song, this is in his ears on a night out in the city, or his song choice to dance to in their arcade on Dance Dance Revolution, imagine him portaling around NYC with his brothers, possibly his theme song
Raph
If I remember correctly Raph was into soul music that one episode with the alberto animatronics, so other than jazz/soul I think he possibly could listen to these, playlist name ‘Boss Sound’ or ‘Big Red’s Hits’
Dark Red by Steve Lacy, (r&b chill) definitely has those elements of jazz/soul I think, bonus points for having red in the title, Raph would definitely do chores, chill around the lair to this one, maybe play it in his room on speakers, I don’t think he’d be ashamed to play any of his songs out loud
Somewhere Only We Know by Keane, (pop uplifting) Definitely thinks of his brothers with this one, so beautiful, so sad yet happy, hard to describe really but all around a lovely song, Raph appreciates this song I think as an older brother
The Game of Love by Santana, (r&b soul upbeat) the guitar, the chorus, so good, Raph could be working out to this one, he doesn’t need something hardcore, just good music to get him through, he’s shaking his hips to this for sure
Just A Gigolo by Louis Prima, (old school jazz) yep, just listen to it, he would have sang this on that albearto stage! right?! cmon someone has to see it this way too, easy to remember, imagine his deep baritone voice singing this for karaoke, he loves all the instrument solos
#rise turtles#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise leonardo#rise raphael#rise leo#rise raph#tmnt#tmnt fandom#teenage mutant ninja turtles#turtle bros#leonardo#raph#raphael#leo#tmnt 2018#tmnt playlists#music#Spotify
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hi i have a lot of WIP’s and figured i’d do a poll. it’ll likely come down to what gets done first but i’ll throw it out there ;)
#elora rambles#eddie munson#joseph quinn#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson stranger things#eddie munson fic#eddie munson concept#eddie munson st4#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson meme#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson imagines#eddie munson gif#steve harrington#steve harrington x fem#steve harrington stranger things#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington thoughts#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x you#steve harrington moodboard#steddie#steddie x reader smut#steddie x reader
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The gigolo - Kinktober 26
Summary: He’s just a gigolo. Right?
Pairing: Escort!Tony Stark x fem!Reader
Rating: lightly explicit
Kink: Paid sex
Square 7 filled for Square @avengersbingo: “Keep your eyes open, …”
Square T3 filled for @tonystarkbingo: Only one bed
Square 17 filled for @marvelfluffbingo: Mistaken identity
Warnings: mentions of prostitution, mentions of a bad break-up, cocky Tony, light smut, protected sex, light dirty talk, dom/sub undertones, restrains (belt), doggy style, implied smut
Words: 1,5k
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Kinktober 2022
“No. That one is too young,” you sneer as your best friend wanted to set you up with some random dude once again. “He looks like he’s seventeen.”
“He’s twenty and ready to go at it all night long,” she whispers lowly to make sure none of the other guests at the party can hear her. “Look at him. He’s cute, sexy, and won’t take his eyes off you.”
“Babe, with all due respect, you’ve got terrible taste in men, and,” you point at your date, “I have company tonight.”
“What?” she licks her lips as your date makes his way toward you and Pepper. She splutters as Tony; your date holds out his hand.
“Y/N, darling,” Tony wraps his arm around your waistline. You shudder as his arm feels like it belongs around you, “don’t you want to introduce me to your friend?”
“Pepper Potts, that’s Tony Stark, my date.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Potts,” ever the gentleman Tony holds out his hand. He chuckles as Pepper holds her breath, and her cheeks flush red as Tony compliments her outfit.
“Oh, you are Y/N’s date. That’s nice,” she coos.
“Boyfriend,” he corrects. “Y/N and I are dating for a few weeks now. She just wants to keep it a secret for now.” Tony presses his index finger to his lips. “Please don’t tell anyone that this lovely lady stole my heart.”
He puts on a great show. You could almost believe he’s your boyfriend for real. Almost. Tony is charming and eloquent.
If not for the obscene amount of money you paid Tony to be your date at Maria and Darcy’s wedding, you could fall for his charms and good looks.
“Tony, we should greet some more people, don’t you think?” you don’t want Pepper to ask more questions. It’s for the best to make her and all your other friends believe that you and Tony broke up after the wedding.
“Of course, darling,” Tony purrs in your ear. “If you would please excuse us, Ms. Potts. Maybe we can talk some more later.”
“Later,” she nods. “I’d like that.”
“Stop that,” you tut as Tony, yet again, tries to get to know one of your friends. “Steve is like a breathing polygraph. If you tell him and his husband we are dating, he’ll know we are lying.”
“Darling, I’m the best at my job,” he whispers lowly as his lips press against your ear. “How about I show you what you are paying for.”
“I told you, no sex.”
“I know, you only want to make your ex jealous but you are missing out on a grand-prime cock, Y/N,” you nervously giggle as Tony won’t stop whispering dirty nothings in your ear. “It’s my job to help you relax and to cum like never before.”
“Tony, no.”
Someone clears his throat behind you as Tony tries to move his hand to your ass. “Ahem…”
“What?” Tony grumbles. “We are in the middle of a conversation here. Get lost.”
Your date glares at the man disturbing his charm offensive.
“Darling, you are here too,” you roll your eyes at Loki’s antics. He eyes your date up and down, sneering as Tony possessively wraps his arm around your waistline again.
“Of course, Y/N came,” Tony retorts, “it’s her friends’ wedding. Why would she not come here?”
“I thought she would try to avoid me and my lovely fiancé,” you ball your hands into fists. “You know, I broke things up with Y/N to marry someone better.”
“Your loss, buddy,” Tony sizes your former boyfriend up. “I don’t know what you see in that other woman, but I can tell you, Y/N is perfect. She’s smart, kind, beautiful, and,” he kisses your cheek before he removes his arm from your waistline to step closer to Loki, “I can tell, she loves to get fucked hard, and dirty. I never met a girl making such noises for me.”
“I-what?” it’s the first time you see Loki speechless.
“You heard me, loser,” Tony chuckles darkly. “And I’m telling you, Y/N will take my cock so deep in her tight little cunt tonight she will walk funny tomorrow.”
“Tony don’t tell him all our secrets, baby,” this time, you wrap your arm around Tony’s waistline. “It was a pleasure to meet you again Loki. Greet your fiancé from me.”
“Y/N-“ Loki can only watch you and Tony walk away, giggling and chuckling while your former boyfriend feels like someone kicked him in the groin. “That fucking bastard!”
“Great. There is only one bed,” you bite your tongue. You wanted a room with two beds, and now, you are staring at a queensize bed.
“We can share, darling...”
“Why did you do this?” you walk inside the suite you booked for your friend’s wedding. “I paid you for pretending that you are my boyfriend. I didn’t pay you for the stunt you pulled out there.”
“Darling,” he roughly cups the back of your neck, “I did it to show that piece of shit that you are mine now.”
He smirks darkly. “What are you talking about? You’re a gigolo, nothing else.”
“See, therein lies the problem,” Tony greedily claims your mouth. He slips his tongue inside, snaking it with yours.
“Fuck,” you fist his jacket. “I didn’t want to fuck you but, how you treated Loki got me all hot and bothered.”
Tony furrows his brows. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“What will it cost me to get the dick you praised so much?” he cocks his head to look you up and down. “Tony?”
“It’s all-inclusive.”
“All inclusive. I like your service very much, Mr. Stark.”
“You will like what happens next even more…”
Tony doesn’t waste time. He tells you to take off your clothes and kneel on the bed.
It’s a matter of a few minutes before you eagerly kneel on the bed to watch him shrug his jacket down his shoulders. You don’t know how he does it, but he wakes the submissive part in you.
“Good girl,” he husks as you just look up at him in awe. “Look at my perfect girl.”
“Your good girl,” you coyly watch Tony unzip his pants. Your eyes flutter shut as he roughly unbuckles his belt and pulls it out of his pants.
“Keep your eyes open," he grunts. "If you want to be my good girl, turn around, hands behind your back, and face into the cushions. I’m going to show you whom you belong to from now on,” damn that man knows how to fulfill his clients’ deepest desires.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Go ahead, darling.”
You turn around and put your hands behind your back, crossing your wrists.
“Like this?”
“Perfect,” he loops the belt around your wrists, making you gasp. “Relax. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want to do. Tell me your safe word.”
“Peanut.”
“Use it if anything doesn’t feel good.”
You kneel on the bed and press your face into the cushions. Waiting in anticipation.
It feels like an eternity until you finally feel the bed dip behind you. You can hear him tear open the condom package. He groans as he rolls the condom over his length.
How you wish you could get a good look at his cock, but Tony doesn’t want you to watch him. “Relax, darling.”
“Tony,” you moan. “Please fuck me.”
His fingers run up and down your folds, making you shudder as he presses hard against your clit. “Look who’s dripping onto my fingers.”
Tony toys with your clit, rolling the little nub between his fingers as you impatiently wiggle your ass. “Please.”
“I wanted to take my time with you, darling,” he grips the belt around your wrists with his left hand and pokes your entrance with his cock, slowly pushing inside. “Fuck.”
You bite the pillow when he slams his hips into your ass to bottom out in one go.
Tony doesn’t give you much time to adjust to his size.
The moment he’s fully sheathed, he stares at your cunt filled with his cock, groaning deeply.
“I’m going to fuck you into the next week,” he starts moving his hips. You squeak at the first deep thrust. “Yeah, that’s a good pussy.”
You don’t know if he always shows so much enthusiasm when it comes to fucking his clients, but you decide to just enjoy the ride.
At least Tony is worth all the money you paid him…
Awkward is the right word to describe the situation you are in. You had sex with a man you paid for his company not an hour ago, and now you don’t know how to address the elephant in the room.
“I guess, now that I got what I wanted,” he wraps his arms a little tighter around your body, “I should tell you that I’m not a gigolo.”
“What? I-what?” you splutter.
“Oh, yeah. Funny story,” Tony chuckles. “I wanted to hire someone to keep me company at one of my upcoming parties. Then I saw you and heard you talking about hiring a man to keep you company at your friends’ wedding.”
“Does this mean I did not pay you for sex?”
“Nah, I got more than enough money, darling. I’m Tony Stark, a self-made billionaire, and the owner of your sweet cunt from now on…”
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#tony stark#tonystarkbingo#marvelfluffbingo#avengersbingo#tony stark x reader#tony stark x you#tony stark x y/n#tony stark smut#kinktober 2022#kinktober day 26
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My media this week (29 Jan-4 Feb 2023)
📚 STUFF I READ 📚
😊👂A Quiet Life in the Country (Lady Hardcastle Mysteries #1) (T.E. Kinsey, author; Elizabeth Knowelden, narrator) - very entertaining historical cozy mystery with charming characters and not heavy historical accuracy (which doesn't detract in any way from the entertainment value (at least for me)). Plus the fact that they are free in both ebook & audio via KU. Definitely going to read more.
🥰 Exquisite (copperbadge aka Sam Starbuck) - 172K, White Collar, Peter/El/Neal - complete AU rewrite of s1-2, very well plotted & integrated; light D/s dynamic with P/N. I regret endlessly that there is not more good OT3 stuff like this for this show!
🙂 Push The Button (Kalee60) - 100K, shrunkyclunks - absolute tropefest: fake dating, team-as-family, only one bed, an entire pine forest
😊👂Mystery Mile (Albert Campion Mystery #2) (Margery Allingham, author; Francis Matthews, narrator) - this one was full on 'mysterious criminal gang adventure' than 'domestic murder' - I really do enjoy Campion's whole THING: his complete willingness to be the absolute fool so that people vastly underestimate him. alas, CWs for all the usual period typical/contemporary racism/antisemitism/xenophobia (+ a mouse death)
💖💖 +80K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖
the night breeze carries something sweet (asbealthgn) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 4.8K - short but delightful rockstar!Eddie/some guy!Steve meet cute
His Greatest Adversary Yet (architeuthis) - original work: 15K - absolutely wonderful story about a retired superhero and the supervillian who keeps seeking him out because he misses him (and has a very late-in-life gay awakening when he finds him)
And I Knew (in the Crystalline Knowledge of You) (PippinPips) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 27K - fantastic Practical Magic AU
Cassiopeia, Orion, Bootes (AidaRonan) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 10K - another incredible monsterfucking fic. what a fucking gift!
📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺
Shotgun Wedding
Scooby Doo, Where Are You! - s2, e1-4
Poker Face - s1, e1-4
🎧 PODCASTS 🎧
Off Menu - Ep 104: Martin Freeman
Welcome to Night Vale #210 - Ten Years Later
Welcome to Night Vale #211 - Howl
The Sporkful - The Boom And Bust Of Meat Alternatives
Renegades: Born in the USA - Relationships with Our Fathers & Masculinity
Welcome to Night Vale #212 - The Campus
You Must Remember This - 1980: Richard Gere and American Gigolo (Erotic 80s Part 3)
Welcome to Night Vale #213 - Murals
Welcome to Night Vale #214 - The Comet's Tail
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Galileo’s Middle Finger
Strange Customs with Sasha Sagan - Nicole Richie—The Conspiracy
Renegades: Born in the USA - Fatherhood
Off Menu - Ainsley Harriott
Vibe Check - Hope Is A Light-skinned Ideal
99% Invisible #523 - Six-on-Six Basketball
Ologies with Alie Ward - Laryngology (VOICE BOXES) Part 2 with Ronda Alexander
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Freud Museum London
Welcome to Night Vale - Bonus Episode: Crime Line
Welcome to Night Vale #221 - The Glow Cloud, Explained
You Must Remember This - 1981: Neonoir, Body Heat and Postman Always Rings Twice (Erotic 80s Part 4)
Into It - A History of Whammies at the Grammys (Plus: What's Lil Rel Howery Into?)
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Westgate with Rico Gagliano
Renegades: Born in the USA - Looking Towards American Renewal
Off Menu - Ep 137: Michael Schur
Endless Thread - Him: An AI Love Story
You Must Remember This - 1982: Teen Sexploitation, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, Porky's and The Blue Lagoon (Erotic 80s Part 5)
🎶 MUSIC 🎶
Presenting Miley Cyrus
Presenting Britney Spears
Presenting Dua Lipa
Future Friends [Superfruit]
Presenting Lady Gaga
My Mix #3 {mostly '80s pop with a New Wave concentration}
my 'Thumbs Up' playlist
#sunday reading recap#bookgeekgrrl's reading habits#bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks#lady hardcastle mysteries series#albert campion mystery series#fanfic ftw#shotgun wedding had some fun scenery-chewing but really only tolerable if it's background while you're doing something else#poker face is absolutely great#vibe check podcast#welcome to night vale#99% invisible podcast#into it podcast#off menu podcast#atlas obscura podcast#renegades: born in the usa podcast#you must remember this podcast#ologies podcast#endless thread podcast#the sporkful podcast#strange customs podcast#superfruit#lady gaga#britney spears#dua lipa#miley cyrus#fan artists are a *gift*
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It's my day off! What should I work on next because i'm an indecisive ho
#boops on the dash#i ran out to put prince paul x margaery tyrell / koner x margaery tyrell#so comment if you want either of those#tho judging by the last poll...most of ya'll did not lmao
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