#gigolo!Eddie

[bettyfrommars]

Touch my cheek before you leave me, baby

gigolo!Eddie x virgin!older!Reader

(part 2) (part 3)

18+Only, mature themes, intimacy smut, protected p in v, oral (f receiving), paid sex, pet names, insecurities, reader is wearing a skirt, f & m orgasm. WC: 2.8k

Summary: Reader is a 29 year old virgin introvert in need of a confidence boost. Eddie is hired to make our first time a good one. Eddie catches some feelings that he wasn't expecting. Tummy rolls are briefly mentioned, but not in a disparaging way.

A/N: I had this idea last night about him needing the intimacy as much as reader. And then my head started running with all of his possible other clients and the debauchery they could get into together, but this one is just sweet.

Today is your 29th birthday, and your friends pooled their money together to get you the one thing you desperately wanted: to not be a virgin anymore.

You hadn’t been holding onto your virginity for any particular reason, but there had been several factors at play.  First of all, you didn’t like to leave the house much, aside from going to work and the rare meetup with friends, and so the chance of bumping into a promising sexual partner in your hallway was remote.  Secondly, you considered yourself to be fairly plain; you weren't one of the babes that men drooled over or tripped over themselves in the street for.  The crushes you’d had thus far were never reciprocated.  No one had openly pinned over you or held a boombox over their head outside your window, and on the occasion that someone did show interest, they often did not earn your affections. 

Your friends decided, and you agreed, that your first time should be with a professional, a guy who could give you the best first time that money could buy.  

Enter, Eddie Munson.

Covered in tattoos, he played in a band, and  had a reputation around town for being a favorite sexual companion for bored housewives and curious young women alike.  He was notorious for being particular about the clients he took on, though, and he didn’t just advertise in the paper—you had to be referred by a friend.  

That friend came in the form Robin Buckley, one of the baristas your friend Nellie worked with at the coffee shop.

“He’ll treat her right,” Robin assured her, jotting the number down.  “Now, I’ve never needed his services, personally, but I’ve never met an unsatisfied customer.  He makes women feel…desired.  As they should.”

So, there you were, two glasses of wine later, perched at the edge of the sofa in the lobby of the hotel where you’d been told to meet him.  Your friends knew exactly where you were, and there had been paperwork to fill out and sign—you didn’t know gigolos needed official signatures, but all the same, it stripped it down to a business transaction which is basically what it was. There were a few boxes to check off regarding things that turned you on and, conversely, triggers that he should avoid saying or doing during your time together. Did you have a praise kink or a daddy kink? Did you enjoy the use of pet names within intimacy, or was that something he should avoid? Hair pulling, choking, spitting, ass play, all of it was available for a check mark and you felt like you had the potential to compile one seriously huge fuckfest ice cream Sunday.  

He knew you were a virgin, and that you might not even know if you’d like some of the things offered, and he promised to take that into consideration to enhance your experience on the whole. 

Once he had accepted you as a client, he gave Nellie a safety list of things that would make your experience more enjoyable, and one of them had been not to drink too much, because he didn’t want you to engage in any activity you might regret.  Another one was to dress comfortably; there was no need to try and impress him—he was the one who needed to impress you.  

And impress you, he did.

He showed up earlier than expected, beard stubble grown in and a little scruffy (because you said you liked it that way), long hair tied back, button down black shirt cuffed at the elbows exposing his tattoos, and black jeans.  He also had a bouquet of yellow daffodils clutched in his fist, wrapped in cellophane.

His eyes locked onto you immediately and you watched them light up; a smile breaking the sigh that hitched in his chest.  He put the palm of his free hand over his heart as he walked toward you.

“Damn, baby, you are a sight for sore eyes,” he was beaming genuinely, as if he really meant it.  “Even better in person.”  Your friends had shown him a photo of you so that he would know what you looked like, but you had no idea which photo it was.

You didn't feel like you looked good, though, so you lowered your eyes as you got to your feet on wobbly legs, feeling frumpy and bloated, taking in the sharp reminder that he was being paid to lie to you.  You were so nervous, your palms were sweating, and the wine was churning sour in your stomach from the swarm of butterflies in there.

“Hey,” he got close enough to crook his finger under your chin and tilt your head up; his golden flecked, rye bread eyes were serious.  “You know how beautiful you are, right?”

All you could do was nod under the kind assessment of his stare, and it made a smile stretch across his lips. “That’s my girl,” he said, introducing himself properly, handing you the daffodils.

He knew that daffodils were your favorite flower, because of the paperwork you filled out, but you never expected to receive any, since they weren’t even in season.  There must’ve been a flower shop somewhere that had them, and Eddie had found it.  He offered his elbow for you to take.

There were two other people in the elevator, and he pulled you back flush against him, possessively holding you by your hips.

Eddie had a key to the room, and once he pushed the door open, you could tell he’d already been there.  The lights were all off, but for a lamp on the opposite side of the bed near the window, and two candles lit on the desk near the TV.  What you assumed was his leather jacket was the only thing hanging in the closet.  You even spotted Magnum condoms and a fresh bottle of lube on the nightstand.

“How’s the lighting, sweetheart? You want me to turn that lamp off?” 

You specified that you wanted the room to be dark, maybe just enough light to see what each other was doing, but you didn’t want him to see you in full brightness.  This whole time, you’d been too nervous to say more than one or two words.  

“Because, if I’m being honest,” he slid his hand up the side of your neck, palm warm against your skin.  “I really want to see you.”

“It’s fine,” you choked out, unable to hold eye contact with him for too long.  God, you bet he was already regretting taking you on as a client.  What a waste of a boring evening for him; but, at least he was getting paid.  

Yet, not even a flicker of his enthusiasm for you left his eyes.  He took the daffodils from you and put them on the dresser at the foot of the bed.  

When he turned back around, he cupped both hands around the sides of your throat, thumbs at your jawline.  “You can trust me baby.  If things start moving too fast, you let me know okay?”

You nodded.

“Have you ever been kissed before?”

You bit your lip and then, “a couple times. I had a boyfriend once, but it was long distance and it—”

But then Eddie’s hands slipped up to cup either side of your jaw, fingers slotting at your ears.  He nudged your nose with his, then then he kissed your top lip, parting them with his tongue.  

You closed your eyes, letting him move your head from side to side, and you couldn’t help the moan that squeaked out of your throat as arousal built between your legs.  He smiled against your mouth, nuzzling your nose.  “You’re a good kisser, baby.”

Deciding you liked it when he lied, you allowed yourself to become an active participant and slid your hands up his ribs, clutching him, pulling him closer.  He kissed you softly a few more times, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, and your hand found the courage to travel down yonder and see what was below his belt.  

What you found made your eyes fly open: not only was it huge, but it was hard.  

Eddie chuckled.  “See what you do to me?”

The one thing you had done several times was given a few blow jobs here and there, and so you were working his belt open and dropping to your knees at the same time when he stopped you, catching you at your ribs to pull you back up.

“Tonight is all about you, angel,” he assured, urging you back to drop down to take a seat on the bed.  You stared up at him while he straddled your legs and unbuttoned his shirt.  Once the defined muscles of his chest and scattered tattoos were exposed, he helped you take your shirt off, pulling it over your head, and then he knelt before you.  

You braced your hands behind you as he pushed your skirt up  your thighs, maintaining eye contact.  He caught a glimpse of the lacy underwear you had on and he lifted an approving eyebrow.  

You swallowed hard, and then he was sliding the underwear down your legs and off, kissing your knees as he went.  He came closer, arms nudging your legs wider, taking a glimpse at the glistening gift you had for him underneath.  

Eddie bit his bottom lip, making a hungry groan.  “You gonna let me taste you, sweetheart?”

“I think so, um, yes?” your hips twitched forward a bit, begging.  Normally, you were too shy to let others go down on you, but you were determined to get all you could out of this night, knowing it was a rare opportunity.  

He brushed his lips along your thigh as his hands worked your skirt up higher.  You shivered when you felt the warm breath on your swollen lower lips, and then he was watching you as his tongue flicked out in a few kitten licks.  After a taste, enjoying the way you writhed, he buried his mouth, moaning, fingers clutching your thighs.

“Grab my hair, baby,” he said.  “Tell me how much you like it.”

So, you did just that.  His ponytail tie was off, so his hair was around his shoulders, and you slid your fingers in to hold on as he took you in his mouth and rolled your bundle of nerves around with breathtaking accuracy.  

He'd only intended to tease you a bit, but once he tasted you, he couldn't stop. He had his tongue buried inside as soon as he was able, feeling the tip of his cock leak at the gift of your arousal.

It wasn’t long before you could feel yourself beginning to unravel, at it was the first time another person had brought you to that peak. The tension mounted in your belly, going taunt, before it sprang loose and a fizzy warmth gushed through your nerve endings. “just…like that,” you told him.  “I think you might make me…”

You held his head as you were cumming, leg jerking, head falling back, pining his ears wth your thighs.  

He wanted you to kiss him right then and there so that you could taste your release on his mouth, and you obliged, holding his face as you did so, melting into the moment.

For the next minute, you helped each other undress, and it was all happening so organically—it felt so real—that you could almost imagine he was actually your boyfriend, or someone who at the very least, wanted to be. 

Both naked now, he held you close as you stood next to the bed, tracing a finger down the side of your face.  “Are you ready, baby?”

Truly, you’d been ready your whole adult life, and you were glad you had waited for Eddie, even if this was a paid arrangement and you’d probably never see him again.

His lips tended to your neck and your breasts while he worked the condom on, making the educated decision that you were so soaking wet, he wouldn’t need any extra lubrication.  

It was the intimacy that you’d specified wanting to feel; like he was no stranger to you and this moment was something special between two people who felt deeply about each other.  So, he came down close and gave you exactly that, putting his forehead to yours.  “I’m gonna go slow at first, okay?” He breathed.  “You tell me if it’s too much?”

“I will, baby.”

He smiled at the way you returned the use of the pet name, feeling your body open up beneath him as anxiety and doubt morphed into trust.

“Shit,” Eddie broke character for a second as the tip sank in, caught off guard at how tight you were, and he had to pull out again for a second to catch his bearings.  

It was the closeness that he loved, too---he craved it.  He’d never had a client who wanted it this way, and it was the main reason he’d taken you on.  It wasn’t the virgin aspect—surprisingly enough, he’d been a first-time experience for a good handful of his customers.  It was the opportunity to pretend he was someone’s boyfriend for the night—a role he hadn’t played in real life for far too long.  The chance to pretend that you both cared deeply for each other and no one else in the world existed.  

He sank in this time a little further than the tip, and you cursed, but then nodded for him to keep going.  “All of it, baby,” you urged, leaning into your role.

Your core was rippling around his length, aching for more.

He went half in and dipped it back and forth a few times, pausing to watch your face.  

“I’m worried that I–” he started, but then he realized he was breaking character again, and the vulnerability made him stiffen.

“What are you worried about?” You whimpered as he stretched you out a bit more.  Your legs were wide, bottoms of your feet planted on the bed.

He thrust in with a shudder, both of you gasping.  “I’m worried I might like this too much.”

Inside, there were party streamers exploding in your soul at the mutual yearning that ebbed between you.  As you gave yourself over to him, there was a feeling that he was also giving himself over to you, and it felt so real, that you rode the wave with every fiber of your being, wrapping your legs around him, kissing him deep.

The kissing and the endearing moans were about to make him cum, so he sat back, shaking his head, and hooked your knees over his elbows.  

He took you in from under hooded eyes as he made long, slow thrusts inside.  “You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart."

You were so deep in it, you actually believed him this time.

“Harder, baby,” you coaxed. 

That elicited a coy smile and an eyebrow wiggle from him.  “Oh, that's my girl,” he breathed, and then he was fucking you so hard your tits bounced, as did your belly rolls, and you could tell he was getting off at the sight.  His thumb found your nub and worked there, making you expose your throat with a whine, enjoying the wet slap of your arousal as your bodies met.

The connection and intensity between the two of you was palpable, and you couldn’t tell if it was manufactured or real, but regardless, you could feel another velvet bomb inside of you about to explode.  

His eyebrows were pinched when you found his eyes.  “I’m close, I’m close, I think I’m…”

The closest you’d ever been to knowing the sweet pull of a mounting orgasm be gore that night was from those moments alone with your vibrator, and having your hole satiated by Eddie thick cock enhanced it in a way you could’ve only imagined.

“Fuck, me too,” he grabbed your thighs with both hands and buried himself over and over.

It never happened this way.  In fact, there had been several times when he had never cum at all: he was always very content to make it about the other person.  He fully intended to wait for your second orgasm before he even tried to relieve himself, but this time it felt too good; he wanted it too fucking bad.  

Your head snapped to the side as you came, babbling his name, walls clenching around his cock in a way that sent his hips jerking, pounding against you, pretending his seed was filling you up instead of a condom.  

Eddie bit his lip as you both chased the high, and then his sweaty forehead was on yours again, long hair grazing your cheeks.  He needed to kiss you when he was done, and that was how you liked it, too.

Your friends had only been able to pay for two hours' worth of Eddie’s time, but you ended up staying for much longer than that, at his urging.  He coaxed you over to lay all of your body weight on him, and the two of you stayed like that, listening to each other breathe. You called to give them this update, and the confusion in Nellie’s voice was priceless.  

When you were both getting dressed, Eddie started buttoning his shirt while you sat down to put your shoes on.

“Hey, so, if you ever want to do this again,” he swallowed, thinking of his words while you waited, head turned to look at him.  He couldn’t meet your eyes, he just kept fumbling at a button.  “You wouldn’t have to be a client.  I mean, I wouldn’t charge you.”

Part 2

[bettyfrommars]

Ahhhh...the gigolo life 🤌

gigolo Eddie would not have been a thing without Julian Kaye (and the Richard Gere role that inspired this show)

JON BERNTHAL as Julian Kaye AMERICAN GIGOLO (2022) 01x04

[sluggzillaa]

Chapter 1: Vanity

Masterlist ・┈ ・

Word Count: 4.5k

✧ Pairing: Gigolo!Eddie Munson x Stripper!Reader

✧ Summary: You and Eddie work for Hawkins’ hottest club, Notorious for it being filled with all kinds of pleasures. Despite being co-workers, you and Eddie have never really been that close; until now. Being close to someone is nice, but working for who and where you do; it could be extremely dangerous

✧ Warnings and tags: use of Y/N(2), (sfw)teasing, pet/nicknames(Sweetheart, Hun, Sleeping beauty, Angel) , drug use (shmeed), just some fluff, co-workers to lovers, alcohol consumption, smoking, mention hard drugs(❄️) ,  sex work, violence, assault, driving under the influence(never do this irl I beg), eventual smut, no upside down

✧ Authors note: I started this fic a while ago but never really got the motivation to get back to it until I recently got sick. I hope you guys really like it because so far this is one of my favorite writes and I plan on continuing it for a while if it gets good feedback. If you like the fic and you want to see more then please repost and comment what you’d like to see happen. Luv ya and MINORS SHOO!

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Sapphire is the go to place for all of Hawkins guilty pleasures. Drugs, liquor, dancers, escorts, you name it they got it. The people are pretty and the sex is good. What happens behind closed doors though; isn’t as sexy. Mafia ties, territory wars, and Tommie. Tommie Rizzo owned basically all of Indiana, with the exception of the areas run by his partners. Not only did he own Indiana, but he also owned whoever worked for him. That’s where you came in.

You first met the devil when he found you tricking on the corner of Ford and Irving. You knew girls often were there to use their ‘talents’ to make a few dollars. What you didn’t know was that those same girls were owned by Tommie. He did not like that someone was using his territory to make a profit. That was till he saw your potential. He left you off with a warning. A month later, he found you back on the same corner pulling the same tricks. He snatched you out of a client's car and threw you into his. That’s when he told you all about Sapphire. You knew about Sapphire, but it never crossed your mind on how it’d be to work there. He brought you in when the club was closed. He put you up on the stage and had you dance to whatever was popular at the moment. From that moment on, he knew he had a star in his hand. He knew you’d bring him in lots of money.

Now here you’re putting on the last dance of the night before you tend to your private clients. You get the highest, brightest stage to give the best performances any of the club goers would see. All eyes would be on you; not even the girls who would walk around offering bottles and private dances would get a sideways glance. Your set ended and you collected your tips. you walk off the stage and down to the bar. Nothing calms your nerves like liquor and a blunt. the other girls would cut their tips in half by buying snow off of the boss, you couldn’t bother with the intensive nosebleeds that happen afterwards. 

‘Anna! Can I get a henny shot and a coke!’

You smiled at the girl behind the bar and turned back towards the stage. You admired the crowd of people dancing to the music, wishing to be that happy again. A figure passed by your peripherals. You turned your head and found Eddie, the top paying escorts of the club. In a town of sad housewives, gigolos were there to fill the void of a lousy inattentive husband. Most women want to chase their teen years or get a taste at an exciting sex life and that is where Eddie comes in handy. A lengthy metal head who rides a harley, has long dark hair, and is covered head to toe in tattoos. Every gals bad boy fantasy. There's a good reason and it’s not just because he's very skilled. He knows how to handle a woman outside of taking care of her in bed.

Eddie stood a few feet away from your spot at the bar. He signaled over the guy working with Anna at the bar. He greeted Eddie and pulled out a bottle of cheap rum and began to pour his drink. Once he finished, he slid the drink to the gigolo and walked off to a patron giving Anna a tough time.

“Tough night, Eds?” You questioned

“I guess you could say that. Didn’t even get to fuck the last chick, she just cried about her husband”

“Sounds rough.. Hey question”

He turned his head towards you and cocked his eyebrow, ushering you to ask your question. He took a sip of his drink and took a quick glance around the club. You did the same and brought your voice down to a whisper

“You still selling weed? I know since you started here you stopped dealing but-”

“Yes I still sell weed, just weed though. The harder shit I got from Tommie”

“Well, do you think I can cop some? My dealer recently got booked so i’ve been surviving just on clips”

“Yea that’s cool. You still don’t got a ride home?”

You chewed your lip at his question. You hated talking about your living situation outside of the club. You hated when people paid attention to your life enough for them to be able to ask questions. Being asked questions meant having to give answers.

“Um.. yea. But I just take the bus home, no ones really on there at night”

“Shit Y/N.. That's not safe for a girl like”

He moved closer to you until he was only a few inches away. He took a swig of his drink, finishing it off; then looked you in your eyes. You can see concern paint his face and it runs a chill down your body. He sets the drink down and watches as his bartender friend came and scooped it up. He turned back to you and huffed.

‘“Okay, how about I take you to my place and we smoke a joint.. I’ll take you home afterwards”

“Eddie.. I’ll come over in the morning to pick up the weed. I’m just fine taking the bus” You protested

He let out a low chuckle and looked down at his feet and shook his head. He looked back up at you and chewed at his cheek.

“God, you're so stubborn. I’m not taking no for an answer. When does your shift end?”

“It ended as soon as I hopped off that stage. I just need to get changed and grab my stuff”

“Alright, I’ll see you in 10?”

You nodded and strolled your way to the locker room. As you entered the busier part of the club, a hand brushed against your lower back. An assuming grin pasted onto your face and you turned around. Your smile faded when you found a man in his early fifties behind you. He had a creepy shit eating grin that made your stomach turn. You gave him a scolding look and pushed his hands away.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?” The creep questioned

“We have a no touching rule here. Hands off the merchandise!”

“Come on.. Let me show you what these hands could do, beautiful” He pushed

He wrapped his arm around the back of you and gripped your side. He harshly pulled you into his chest, causing you to stumble over your large platform shoes. He dug his head into the crook of your neck, sniffing and getting the smell of your fading perfume, shampoo, and sweat. He groaned and lifted his head up to your ear.

“$100 and I’ll rock your world” He whispered

His statement made you shudder. You pushed both your palms against his chest and attempted to get out his grip. He held tightly onto you, digging his nails in your side. You hissed in pain and grunted as you used all your strength to get away. The tussle caused a disturbance in the crowd and there was a large amount of attention on you two. You turned your head and watched as the crowd broke in two. The tall long haired boy, you were just speaking to; pushed through the crowd. He reached out and pulled you and the man apart. He quickly scanned you to make sure you didn’t need his immediate attention and turned back to the older man. He gripped onto the man’s shirt with his fists and got into his face. The man's eyes shot open in fear and all color left his face, like he had seen a ghost. On the other hand, Eddie was completely red. It was almost funny how similar he looked to a tomato at that moment.

“Did you not hear the fucking girl?” He shouted loudly, his voice rasping from overuse

“She told you hands off! But you’re too much of a sick bastard to respect that!”

Two bouncers rushed to the center of the club and pulled the two apart. One attempted to cool Eddie down whilst the other dragged the creep out, kicking and screaming like a toddler. Eddie walked over to you. He placed his hands on your forearms and scanned you thoroughly, making sure this guy didn’t leave even a tiny scratch on you. His eyebrows pressed together and formed a mini valley in between them. He let out a sigh of relief and nodded to himself before pulling away.  

“I could’ve handled that myself” You scoffed

“Yeah, sure looked like it. Now go get changed so i can get you home before people get more rowdy”

You narrowed your eyes at him and then rolled them. You quickly turned around and made your way into the locker room. Eddie watched as your figure disappeared into the next room and smiled to himself. The bouncer behind him patted his back, bringing him back to earth.

“Don’t forget what you do for work”

With that statement, his smile faded

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You walked out of the locker room wearing an oversized purple crewneck and a pair of black biker shorts. You swapped your tall pleasers for a pair of scuffed white reeboks and slouchy socks. You sported a medium sized duffle bag over your shoulder. You waved bye to Anna at the bar and Eddie’s friend, who you noticed she had been eyeing. You said your goodbyes to the bouncers and walked out into the parking lot. You spotted Eddie leaned against his bike, smoking a cigarette. As soon as he noticed you coming, he dropped the cig and put it out under his foot. He reached for your hand and assisted you up onto the seat. He grabbed his helmet and passed it over to her. She looked up at him confused.

“Aren’t you gonna need it?”

“Not as much as you”

He took the helmet from your hands and placed it onto your head. He swung his leg over the bike and straddled the seat. He popped the stand and revved the gas. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist. He picked his foot off the ground and the bike began to move. The perk of getting off at this hour was how peaceful the streets were. No one is on the streets. It's just the sounds of the night and the light from the street lamps. It's calming. A big contrast from the club scene. The wind that brushed past you as the bike sped made you feel like you were flying. 

After a bit of a drive, Eddie pulled up into the gravel driveway in front of a trailer. He turned the bike off and popped the stand. He hopped off and turned around towards you. He held you by the sides of your waist and guided you off. You lifted the helmet off of your head and handed it to Eddie. He looked at you and chuckled. You gave him a confused look.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned?

“Your hair” He pointed out

The realization hit you and you quickly rushed to fix it. He laughed quietly as he watched you act frantically. He shook his head and walked to his front door. He wiggled his key in the lock until he heard a click. He opened the door for you and ushered inside of the trailer. As you walked in, you took a glance around the house. You took notice of the hats hung on the walls and the mugs presented on the shelf. You turned back to Eddie who was now locking and closing the door.

“Nice decor you got here”

“It’s not mine.. My uncle’s”

“You live with your uncle?” You questioned

You walked around the living room, looking over the magazines on top of the coffee table. A new edition of Rolling Stones, Guns N’ Roses posed on the front. You sat on the couch in front of the table and flipped through the pages.

“Nope, I gave him the apartment Tommie got for me as a signing bonus”

He leaned against the tv stand as he watched you flip through the pages. You closed the book and pushed it to the side, uncovering an Italian Vogue. You laughed to yourself and cocked an eyebrow. He looked down at what you were looking at and his breath caught in his throat. He tried to speak up but nothing would come out. 

“Never took you for a designer fashion kinda guy” You joked

You brushed over the front cover and flipped to the next page. Eddie watched in horror as if everything was in slow motion. You fully flipped the front and revealed the cover of a Playboy issue. Your mouth gaped open and you stood frozen looking over the page. A blonde woman seductively sipping on a bunny shaped milkshake. Once you snapped back; you quickly closed the magazine and stood up. You cleared your throat and looked up at a red face Eddie.

“Let's go roll up” you said in attempt to change the subject

“Yea.. yea lets do that”

Eddie pushed off the tv stand and led the way to his room. You followed behind, giving space between the both of you. He opened the door to his room and flicked on the lights. Once the room brightened, you could see the copious amounts of posters plastered on the wall. A red warlock guitar was hung in front of his mirror. The rest of the room was decorated with nerd memorabilia. Eddie sat down on his bed and leaned back, kicking his shoes off. He grabbed the rolling tray off his bedside table and placed the weed in the grinder. You slipped off your shoes and placed them at the end of his bed, along with your duffle bag. He passed the tray to you and signaled you to roll the joint. He got up and walked over to a corner in his room containing a few milk crates filled with vinyls. He picked up an album and slipped the disk out the sleeve. He placed it onto the player and hit play. War pigs began to play. You hummed to yourself as you licked the paper and sealed the joint. He sat back down on his mattress and took the joint from your manicured fingers. He placed it between his lips and brought the lighter up to the end, taking small puffs to make sure it was pulling correctly. He took a proper hit and pulled the joint away from his lips. He inhaled deeply and held it for a second, he then puffed it out into the air above him. He handed the blunt back to you.

“I’m sorry about earlier tonight.. James and Allen just seemed to be busy with a group of drunks and-”

“It’s alright Eddie. If anything I should be apologizing for giving you an attitude”

“You were just being independent”

“Yea, but that wasn’t okay. You were just trying to-”

As you spoke, Eddie took the burning joint from between your fingers and took another hit. He then leaned closer to you and blew the smoke straight into your face, shutting you up. You accidently inhaled the cloud and went into a coughing fit. Eddie quickly panicked and grabbed the half drunken water bottle off of one of his bedside tables. He popped off the cap and handed it to you to drink. You chugged the rest of the water in the bottle and took a deep breath. You squinted your eyes at Eddie and threw the bottle at him. He immediately put his arms up to block the hit.

“Hey! I was just helping you!”

“Yea totally trying to help” You jokingly spat back

You got up, went over to Eddie’s music corner and shuffled through the albums till you landed on something familiar. You picked a Metallica album, Ride the lightning. You grabbed the cover of the Black Sabbath album and placed the disk back into the sleeve, then into the bin. You grabbed the other album and slipped the record out and placed it onto the player. Fight fire with fire began to play through the speakers. You smiled to yourself and walked back over to the bed, taking a seat.

“Didn’t take you as a Metallica fan, or even a metal fan for that matter”

“Well, my uncle used to be a huge metalhead.. Plus I had like the biggest crush on Kirk since my sophomore year”

He cocked his head and gave you a little smirk. You laid back onto his pillows and let out a soft yawn. Eddie looks over to the digital alarm clock on his dresser then back at you.

“It’s pretty late.. If you’d like, you could borrow some clothes and stay the night”

“No it’s alright, I don’t wanna run you out of a bed”

“Are you sure? I’m just fine on the couch, it doubles as a pull out”

“Look at you being all chivalrous.. But i’m just fine going home”

“Alright, i’m gonna quickly shower then i’ll drive you home”

You give him a quick nod and watch him roam around his room, grabbing clothes. He walks out of the room and into his bathroom, which was maybe like 6 feet away. You hear the shower turn on and the curtain open. Another yawn hits you and your eyelids slowly shut. Once your vision was dark, a wave of tiredness slept over; knocking you out cold.

Eddie finished his shower and quickly got dressed, making sure he didn’t have you waiting too long. He walked out the bathroom and down the short distance of the hallway, into his room. He opened his mouth, ready to say something; until he noticed your sleeping body in his bed. He smiled to himself. He grabbed the blanket on his bed and draped it over you. He reached over you and grabbed a pillow. He went to the hallway closet next to his door and pulled a blanket from the shelf.

“Night, hun”

He grabbed his stuff and settled on the couch in the living room.

⋆.ೃ࿔*

The sunlight beamed from behind a slit in a set of blackout curtains. You groan and try to shield your eyes from the sudden brightness. You sit up and blink until your vision is no longer blurry. You scan the room, not recognizing it whatsoever. You get up from the bed and make your way down the hallway and into the rest of the house. As you walked into the kitchen, the smell of bacon entered your senses. You rubbed your eyes and looked over towards the stove, finding the tall long haired boy slaving away. The memories from last night came back to you and you felt less confused.

“Morning Eds”

“Morning sleeping beauty!”

He turned around with a plate of bacon and another plate with scrambled eggs. He placed them down onto the small two person table and turned back around to grab the plate of toast. You pulled out the chair closest to you and sat down. Eddie passed you a fork and an extra plate.

“Apple or orange juice?”

“Orange for sure”

He grabbed two cups out of his cabinet and the juice out of the fridge. He filled up both glasses and placed them on the table. He grabbed himself a plate and utensils and sat down across from you. He took his fork and served himself some eggs.

“Help yourself.. I won’t be able to eat all this myself”

You crack a smile and serve yourself some food. Eddie scarfs down his plate like he hasn’t eaten in days. He grabs his dishes and places them in the sink. He leans against the kitchen counter and waits for you to finish eating while he sips his juice. You finish up and get up to put your dishes in the sink. Eddie quickly snatched them away from you and put them in the sink to scrub.

“No lady should wash her own dishes”

“Drop the gentleman act” You joke

He shrugs his shoulders and turns around, running the sink faucet. He turns his head to look at you while he cleans the dishes. You lean against the counter, arms crossed; watching Eddie do chores.

“Go get ready so I can drop you off at home”

“Yea sure.. Wait, what time is it?”

“Like 11:40, why?”

“Shit, I got a meeting with Tommie at 12:15”

“I gotta go to the club anyways; need to pick up my pay and get my jobs for the day”

You nod at him and head back to his room to fix up your hair and makeup. Once you finish up, you take advantage of Eddie’s busyness to take a look around. You pace around his room and admire his posters and his mini elf and wizard figurines. As you look at the Dungeons & Dragons memorabilia, you notice a photo hanging up on his mirror. You grab it and take a closer look. It was the class of 86’. You scan the picture and find you, a few people away; you find Eddie. A sense of nostalgia waves over you. Your attention is pulled away by a knock on the door frame. Eddie stood there drying his hands off with a kitchen towel. He swung the towel onto his shoulder and walked over to your place by the dresser.

“Whatcha looking at?

“Our class photo”

“Took me 6 years to get, my second most prized possession”

“What do you think baby Eddie would think about your life now?”

“He’d probably just be thankful he’s finally getting laid”

You laughed and placed the picture back on the mirror. You walked back over to the bed and sat down to slip on your shoes. You opened your bag and looked through it to find a pair of earrings.

“What about you? What would baby Y/N think?

You took a second to consider the question, chewing at your lip.

“Um.. mind if I don't answer?”

“Yea.. Yea that’s completely fine”

Eddie scratched the back of his head, obviously worried and feeling regretful. He grabbed his van keys and a pack of cigarettes off his nightstand. He grabs his leather jacket from the hook on the back of his door and slipped it on. He looked over at you and watched as you picked up your bag and laid it over your shoulder. You stood up off the bed and followed Eddie out the house. He clicked the car remote and opened the doors. He ran up to the car from behind you and opened the passenger door. He jokingly bowed as you hopped in the vehicle. He shut the door and walked over to the other side, entering the car. He slipped his keys into the ignition and started the car. He looked over at you to make sure you were settled before pulling out of the driveway. He turned on the stereo, an Iron maiden tape loaded in the deck. He nodded to the tune.

“Hey, open the glove compartment and pick a tape.. I trust your judgment”

You nod and pop open the glove department and a load of tapes fall out onto your lap. You chuckle at the amount of music he owns. You search through the copious amounts of cassettes and settle on two options, AC/DC and Slayer.

“Pick one, Back in Black or Reign in Blood”

“Reign in Blood, for sure”

You press the eject button on the stereo and pull out the previous tape, then replacing it with the new one. Angel of death blares through the speakers, Eddie only cranks up the volume further. You both nod your heads to the song.

⋆.ೃ࿔*

You and Eddie walk into the club together, immediately getting interesting looks from Anna and Eddie’s friend; whose name you learned was Mason. Eddie took your bag from you and wished you good luck with the meeting. As you walk over to Tommie’s office, Anna gives you the ‘I’m watching you’ signal. You shake your head and enter the office. Tommie is leaned against the side of his desk, wearing an expensive looking black suit with a gray tie. He perked up as soon as he noticed you walking in the room. He opens his arms wide, ready for a hug. You happily embrace the man. He pulls away and goes to sit down at the other side of his desk. You pull out the other velvet chair and sit down. 

“How are you doing, My angel?”

“I’m good Tommie!”

“Great great.. Okay now to business”

You lean forward, giving him your full respect and attention

“Recently I've noticed that business has been pretty slow. So I've made some decisions with my partners down in Carmel. We are going to be having an event this Saturday”

“I’m listening..”

“The angels of Sapphire.. Which will only make your nickname more true”

“What’s the catch Tom?”

“You will be our lovely hostess, Our spotlight lady of the night”

“Does that mean I get my own special costume”

“Absolutely and you will only have to dance once that night; Your own big number to close it out”

“You’re a genius, Tom”

“And you’re my star”

The two of you settled the details of the event and agreed to meet another time. You left the office and Eddie stood in the hallway waiting for you. He smirked and patted your shoulder

“Congrats, ‘angel’’

“Shut up..”

“I’m just joshing, but seriously congrats”

“Thanks Eds”

“I’ll come pick you after your shift”

You gave him a thumbs up and a wave. You headed towards the locker room but not before taking one more glance back at Eddie as he entered the office. From a distance, Anna and Mason watched  as the two of you parted ways. They both exchanged a glance and knowing smiles.

“We need to get them together” Anna conspired

“Abso-fucking-lutely” Mason added

[supereuroflash]

Eurobeat mixtapes: Personal favorites - That's Eurobeat 2

Michael Fortunati - Giochi di Fortuna (Remix Version)

Aleph - Big Brother (Extended Version)

King Kong & D. Jungle Girls - Lies (Full Power D.J. Mix)

Green Ice - Gigolo (Extended Version)

Malcolm J. Hill - Take a Chance (Full Power D.J. Mix)

Angie Gold - Haunted House (Extended Dance Mix)

Aleph - Black Out (Extended)

Albert One - Hopes and Dreams (Remix the Rimini Beach Version)

Giorgia Morandi - Children of the Sky (Vocal Version)

Eddy Huntington - May Day (Extended)

Thomas and Schubelt - Crank It Up (Full Cry Mix)

Lilac - Jump to the Music (Beat Box Version)

Dandy - I'll Be There (Full Power D.J. Mix)

Jenny Kee - Hot Love (Lovely Heart Mix)

Mike Hazzard - Stop Me Baby (Extended)

Molto Carina - Voice of the Night (Hot Mix)

Coo Coo - You Can Set Me Free (Dance Version)

Click - Duri Duri (Baila Baila) (Remix European Edit)

Alphatown - Hey Robin (Extended)

Mela - Looking Out (Bang Up Version)

Malcolm J. Hill - Come Back and Do It (High Voltage Version)

Ross - Go Go Boy (Super Mix)

Laurie - Out of Your Heart (Club Mix)

King Kong & D. Jungle Girls - It's So Funny (Extended Banana Version)

Lilac - Come Come Come (Orient Express Version)

Tatjana - Awaka Boy (Extended Version)

[brooklynislandgirl]

TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER! I. Favourite Colours: Any shade of green {forest and emerald in particular}, black, silver, garnet. II. Favourite Flavours: Good coffee, deeply brewed tea, dark chocolate, coconut, and a 'scent flavour'... it's gonna either be beef being cooked on a fire, or specific to New Mexico... a crisp/cool afternoon when the sun is bright but not hot and you smell it...smoke, something earthy and green with an almost acidic bite if you breath it in just right. It's chile season, and it's being open roasted in giant metal roasters. And lastly, pinon. III. Favourite Genres: Most fantasy though with a penchant for High Fantasy. True Noir/ Mystery, Horror, History/Alternative History. I do enjoy Romance and Sci-Fi {typically golden and silver age are most often forgotten but truly a guilty pleasure} but tend to prefer them blended with a different genre. Poetry is entirely different and for me it's more like music than narrative fiction, though I do have a soft spot for the Romantics, and the Beat Generation. {You can have my Kerouac and my Ginsberg whence you've pried them from my cold, dead, yaddah yaddah}. And because I am a bastard, I'm going to ruin it all for you: Literally almost any Emily Dickinson poem can be read/sung to the tune of the Yellow Rose of Texas, or the theme to Gilligan's Island. You're welcome. IV. Favourite Music: Classical, Tribal Trap, Country, Grunge, Classic Rock {stfu, G-N-R and them are not YET classic rock}, 80s Rock/Metal. Broadway Musicals, Rap/R&B, really just about anything. Probably my favourite singers are Eddie Vedder {yes, I know}, Geoff Tate who's is utterly incredible even after 40 years. And honestly? Garth Brooks. V. Favourite Movies: SW: The Empire Strikes Back, Tombstone, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Strange Days, Highlander, CA:TWS, Doctor Strange, ST: The Undiscovered Country and just so so so many more. VI. Favourite Series: Constantine, Doom Patrol, Legends of Tomorrow, Supernatural, Babylon 5, Farscape, Loki, ST: DS9/TNG/TOS/SNW {Really all of them except Voyager and Discovery}, Salem, Original Charmed, Witches of East End, Burn Notice, Fargo, Resident Alien, Res Dogs, Longmire, Justified, Dallas {Original and Revival} and Dark Shadows {Original AND Revival}. Family Guy, Bob's Burgers {and Archer}. Robot Chicken. Lastly I'm also going to say the Orville, which yes is a sort of parody of Star Trek, but also an homage, and a surprisingly well written one. VII. Last Song: Paint it Black ~ Ciara cover, Superhero ~ Johnny Hollow VIII. Last Series: Loki Episode 1-Season 2 or American Gigolo Episode 1. IX. Last Movie: The Noel Diary, The Dark Knight trilogy X. Currently Reading: Ten Little Indians anthology by Sherman Alexie, Digitisation and Digital Archiving: A Practical Guide for Librarians {second ed.} by Elizabeth R Leggett, ¡Sin resolver! Misterios de la historia by Dona Herwick Rice. XI. Currently Watching: The Fall of the House of Usher, Loki, Resident Alien XII. Currently Working On: The 500 or so posts I owe across my blogs. I am so sorry for being absolute fail.

~*~ Tagged by: @nightmarefuele my sweet and disturbing C. Tagging: @fasciinating, @respondedinkind, @chiefofstafftanner, @smolcuriouskitten, @rhodestoruin, @lalamoon, @mouthoftheocean, @ifyoucatchacriminal, @morgansmornings and anyone who would like to do this!

[ingravinoveritas]

Reblogging with a new picture added! Absolutely in love with how happy he looks here...

Everything about this is a serve on every conceivable level and I am here for it...

[dyns33]

Loves past, present and future

All the lovely characters I read and wrote about :

Loki (MCU) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore Adam (OLLA) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore

Sherlock Holmes (BBC and Enola Holmes) wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore

Morpheus (Sandman) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Nigel Colbie (Like Minds) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore Young Carl (The Boat the Rocked) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, no story about him Lord Byron (Mary Shelley) - wrote about him, won't write about im again, no story about him Jon Dondon (Velvet Buzzsaw) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, no story about him

The Corinthian (Sandman) - wrote about him, planning to write again, not reading about him anymore

Venom / Eddie Brock (MCU) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him

Vaas Montenegro (Far Cry 3) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him

Homelander (The Boys) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore

Matt Murdock / Daredevil (MCU) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Henry (Eat Locals) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore Duke of Crowborough (Downton Abbey) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Owen Sleater (Broadwalk Empire) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him

Frank Castle / Punisher (MCU) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Shane Walsh (Walking Dead) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Julian Kaye (American Gigolo) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him

Din Djarin / The Mandalorian (Star Wars universe) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Oberyn Martell (Games of Thrones) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Jack Daniels / Agent Whiskey (Kingsmen) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore Maxwell Lord (Wonder Woman) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Javi G (The Unbearable weight of massive talent) - wrote about him, planning to write about him again, not reading about anymore Max Philips (Bloodsucking bastards) - never wrote about him, won't write about him, not reading about him anymore Dieter Bravo (The bubble) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Javier Pena (Narcos) - never wrote about him, won't write about him, not reading about him anymore

Bruce Wayne (The Batman) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore

Poe Dameron (Star Wars universe) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore Miguel O Hara (Spiderverse / MCU) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Steven Grant / Marc Spector / Jake Lockley (Moon Knight MCU) - wrote about them, maybe one day again, still reading

Tyler Durden (Fight Club) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him Mickey O Neil (Snatch) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Ladybug (Bullet Train) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him

Agon Kongo (Eyeshield 21) - wrote about him, planning to write again, still reading about him

Michael Myers (Halloween) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, still reading about him

Asa Emory (The Collector) - never wrote about him, planning to write, still reading about him

Geralt of Rivia (Witcher) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore

Wade Wilson (Deadpool) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore

Spock (Star Trek) - wrote about him, maybe one day again, not reading about anymore

Hannibal Lecter (Hannival NBC) - never wrote about him, won't write about him, not reading about him anymore Nigel (Charlie Countryman) - never wrote about him, won't write about him, not reading about him anymore Elias (Men and Chicken) - never wrote about him, won't write about him, not reading about him anymore One Eye (Valhalla Rising) - never wrote about him, won't write about him, not reading about him anymore

Michael Langdon (AHS) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Duncan Shepperd (House of cards) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Jim Mason (The Tribes of Palos Verdes) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Travelling saleman (La Grande Noirceur) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Xavier Plympton (AHS) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him Richard (The Last time I saw Richard) - wrote about him, won't write about him again, not reading about him

[bookgeekgrrl]

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

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Part 11 - Stay (set in 2020)

Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.

Chapter 1: here Chapter 2: here Chapter 3: here Chapter 4: here Chapter 5: here Chapter 6: here Chapter 7: here Chapter 8: here Chapter 9: here Chapter 10: here

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16 @janetreader

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as 'Mature / sexual content' just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia's text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men's dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.

2nd Quick note: Eddie's parents are named (in the story) Ruth & Earl, and his brother is Eric. I have not yet decided on a name for Eddie's sister-in-law.

The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.

Gluttony's P.O.V:

Eddie arrangers for them to fly out to Yonkers after Dynamite on Thursday, a red-eye flight followed by a cab trip to his house... Our house, Eddie's home, and God does it ever look like it. Admittedly, Eddie keeps his place clean, it's quite nice for a very blank home.

"Well this is nice, but it's... Eddie, I say this out of the kindness of my heart, you need to add personality." Kirby mumbles.

"I'm hardly ever here, unless I got a girl wit' me... but that's only for, I'm not sayin' that to my wife... you wanna see the bedroom?"

Eddie shows Kirby to the bedroom and she lets out a sigh of relief.

"At least one room has a soul... Admittedly it's the soul of a gigolo, but it's soul nonetheless."

"Did you just call me a gigolo?"

"I highly doubt you bring back models every night."

"I brought you here." He smirks.

"Once again, not a model, too scratched up and scarred to be a model."

Eddie's phone goes off and he leaves Kirby to unpack. Knowing her parents were staying with Eddie's, she takes a moment to breathe, she makes the room feel more homely to her. She goes to look where Eddie went, stopping when she hears his voice.

"Just get ya ass over here and stop playin', how're you supposed to meet my new lady if you act like that, huh? Homicide... Nelson... don't you say that... I'll kick your ass, yeah, I know it's crazy, I love her... she's my fiancée, my soon-to-be-wife, and I adore her. God only knows how long I've been searchin' for a good woman like her... a'ight, see you in a few, bye."

Kirby's breathing catches in her throat, she coughs and Eddie turns to look at her.

"You okay babe?"

"Yeah, I'm fine... one of your friends is called 'Homicide'?"

"He's a wrestler, like you being 'Gluttony'." He shrugs.

"Oh, it's a ring name, I should've guessed... been around too many guys who use real sounding names."

"You finished in there?"

He gestures to the bedroom, distracting Kirby for a moment, as he walks up to her. He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her into a deep kiss, slowly making her walk backwards. They only stop when they reach the kitchen counter, Eddie smirks as he pulls away. The smirk is quickly replaced with a look of annoyance when someone knocks at the door.

"Who is it?!" Eddie hollers, protecting Kirby's ears.

"Who the fuck do ya think?!" A man, incredibly similar sounding to Eddie, replies.

"Oh hey, Eric. I'm gonna go let my brother in, you stay here, I love ya."

"He sounds exactly like you." Kirby whispers.

"He is my brother."

Kirby goes to speak, but doesn't out of embarrassment. Eddie lets his brother in, walking back to Kirby and pulling her into a gentle kiss, showing off Kirby to Eric.

"Kirby, Eric. Eric, Kirby." Eddie mutters, gesturing back and forth between the two.

"So, you're the reason, Ma made me buy this," He hands Kirby a white box, "don't worry, it's just cake, it's not gonna kill ya."

"That's very nice of your mother, Edward... I thought we were gonna buy us a cake, no?" Kirby whispers as she opens the fridge, "Why is there only beer in your fridge, Eddie?"

Eric laughs as Eddie struggles to come up with an answer. Kirby just shakes her head softly as she places the cake (still in the box) in the fridge. As she closes the door, Eddie puts his arm around her waist, she kisses him gently.

"What do you do for work, Kirby?"

"I'm a wrestler, but I'm also a video editor, artist, writer, photographer, and I work in talent relations for the C.R.C."

"Wow, you must have a lot on ya plate doin' all that."

"Nah, it's easy for me to just breeze through it all. I'm a workaholic, like my Da. If I'm not doing something, anything really, it makes my mind wander."

"And that's not good?" Eric asks softly.

"No, well... it depends, usually though... yeah, it gets bad," Kirby mumbles, "Especially when my mind goes to, you know, things in my past I could have... I could've done differently, you know."

Eddie tightens his grip on her waist, kissing her jawline, "you're okay, sweetheart." He whispers.

"Now though, I wouldn't change anything about my life, I wouldn't dare risk changing something... I know it sounds cheesy, but I am scared that changing anything, even the tiniest detail, would make me lose Eddie."

"Never, you'd never lose me. I'm stayin' and so are you, together, here in New York or on the road."

"Speakin' of cheesy, Ma's gettin' both you and Kirby both a chopped cheese." Eric murmurs.

Kirby raises an eyebrow in confusion.

"Oh Kirby, you are gonna love it," Eddie grins, "It's like the perfect intro to being a New Yorker."

"It sounds nice, but then again so does a kebab... and a pint of Guinness too."

"I'll go get the food, you stay here. I love you, my queen, my angel, my fuckin' babygirl."

Eric groans as he looks away. Eddie smirks, kissing Kirby deeply, backing Kirby against the counter. He sticks his tongue out at her when he pulls away. She smirks and pulls him back into a kiss, he groans against her lips, close enough to feel him get hard. Eric nearly has to drag his brother to their parents.

When Eddie returns, he leaves the bag of food and drinks on the counter, he searches the house for Kirby, eventually finding her in the shower. He undresses and joins her, kissing up her spine, spinning her around and kissing her passionately.

"Hi Eddie, future husband." Kirby purrs against his lips.

"Shh, no words, only moans." Eddie whispers, dropping to his knees and teasing Kirby with his mouth.

After a couple minutes, Eddie shuts the shower off, he hoists her over his shoulder and carries her to their bed. Eddie climbs over Kirby, pinning her hands above her head, grunting as he pounds into her. Fast and rough, making her moan and squirm, every thrust banging the headboard against the wall. Kirby moans his name as she cums, sending Eddie over the edge.

"Fuck, I needed that so badly." Eddie groans as he pulls out.

"That makes two of us." Kirby chuckles breathlessly.

"Stay," he grunts, "I'll get the food."

"Put some underwear on, for all you know, we could have visitors."

"Homicide's seen me naked before, we'll be fine."

"Eddie." Kirby states flatly.

"Oh, you mean your family."

"Yeah, I may like you nude, but what would my Da think if he saw you like this?"

"Kirby?" Eddie murmurs.

"Yes, Eddie?"

"Are your parents cool with me being mixed?"

"Yeah. My whole family is cool with me, and my cousins, marrying other races. One of my cousins, Roderick, is married to this lovely, Afro-American girl from New Orleans... what's her name, Gethsemane." Kirby explains.

"Oh, so you have a couple different races in your family already?"

"Yeah, we don't discriminate, unless you're English... Irish and Welsh history has taught us not to trust them." She shrugs as she gets dressed.

"So why did you trust Damien?" Eddie asks as he gets dressed.

"Same reason I trusted Jimmy Jacobs, and joined the flood, I didn't... I was 'brainwashed' into following their command."

"You were in the flood? That fuckin' scumbag." He growls.

"Eddie, calm," Kirby whispers, stroking Eddie's arm, "breathe, Papi."

"I'm still gonna fuckin' kill him."

"Don't, Eddie, just teach him a lesson, no killing people."

Eddie sighs and nods, going to get the food and two cans of beer, sitting outside on the patio with Kirby. Eddie lights up a cigarette and watches Kirby take the first bite of a chopped cheese.

She moans softly, "this is so fuckin' good." She whispers.

Eddie smiles softly, "you like it?"

"Like is an understatement, I fucking love it. Back home this would be called 'drunk food'... I love kebabs and stuff, a lot of the things people call 'drunk food', I eat fully fuckin' sober."

"You got ya Ice Cube shirt back?"

"Yep, smells like you, your fly's undone."

"Shit." Eddie grumbles, doing up his fly and checking to see if the neighbours saw anything.

"When did Homicide say he'll be here?"

"Soon, around now-ish." He says, right as there's a knock at the door.

"Go let your other best friend in." Kirby teases jokingly.

Eddie kisses her forehead as he goes back inside, coming back with Homicide following him.

"Kirby, Homicide. Homicide, Kirby. We good?"

"Oh, you're Nelson Erazo, I remember you." Kirby murmurs, looking up from her food.

"You're marryin' Eddie, 'The Dragon Princess' of C.R.C? Moxley's 'female Andre'."

"Don't call her that, she's not a female Andre, she's Kirby. My Kirby, her Da's little princess, my future wife."

"Thanks, Eddie... I feel really embarrassed saying this, but are you going to eat that?"

"Not if you want it, take it," Eddie shakes his head, giving Kirby his food, "especially if I hear ya moan again." He smirks.

Homicide chuckles, "Eddie, come on man."

"What's wrong wit' that?" Eddie shrugs, "I didn't say what I was thinkin'."

"What were you thinking?" Kirby raises an eyebrow.

"I'd rather see those pretty lips-"

"Eddie, stop," Homicide groans, "She's a ten time death match champion, not just some piece off ass."

"You two have worked together?" Eddie raises an eyebrow in confusion.

"Yeah, I went by my name in C.R.C, did their death match tournament a couple of times." Homicide shrugs.

"You nearly won the thing a couple times as well." Kirby smirks.

"I know, only lost because I had to face you."

"Exactly, you don't mess with forces you can't control, like a motherfucking dragon."

"Instead, just let Eddie fuck the dragon."

Kirby groans, "such a lame fucking joke, my man."

"So I'm marryin' C.R.C's 'Dragon Princess'?" Eddie asks.

"Yep... 'Dragon Prince Eddie Kingston'... that actually sounds cool."

"I'll spell it out for ya in simple terms. Ya soon-to-be father-in-law is the 'Dragon King' of C.R.C, each 'boss' of C.R.C is a king. Kirby knows the list better than I do. But, Hywel is the 'Dragon King' because he's a highflyer, he stays in the air and he's fiery, therefore a 'dragon', same applies to Oda and Kirby, Dragon Queen and Dragon Princess." Homicide explains.

"I'll give you the list. Naoise is the Cyhyraeth King, he specialises in both hardcore and brawler styles. Rhodri is the Ogre King, he specialises in grappling. Uinseann is the Clurichaun King, he specialises in both technician and powerhouse styles. Yorath-"

"You have an uncle named 'Yorath'?" Eddie interrupts.

"Yes, moving on. Yorath is the Hunter King, he's a technician. Bran is the Fomorian King, he's a powerhouse. Fergus is the Dullahan King, he's a brawler, and finally, my Da, Hywel is the Dragon King, he, my mother and I are highflyers." Kirby explains.

"It sounds complicated, but it's actually really easy yo go with, it's just how they train people."

"Oh, so I would be the 'Dragon Prince' even though I'm not a highflyer?"

"Yeah, you would." Kirby nods.

"That's all I need to know, sweetheart."

"I got shit to do, so I'll see ya 'round. A'ight?"

"That's alright with me, see ya Homicide."

"Call me if ya need anythin'." Eddie nods, pulling Homicide into a half-hug.

Eddie and Kirby spend the rest of the day, into the early evening, getting Kirby settled into their, now shared, home. Eddie watches as Kirby makes dinner, before raising an eyebrow at her when she puts a bowl in front of him.

"What's this?"

"Tatws Pum Munud, bacon, potatoes, stock, carrots, onions, peas and beef."

"It's Welsh stew?" Eddie asks, looking from the bowl to Kirby.

"Aye lad, warns ya from the inside." Kirby smiles softly.

"I ain't a lad, babe, I'm a grown ass man." He smirks.

"Just eat your fuckin' stew, Kingston." She shakes her head gently.

[bettyfrommars]

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.

—---

“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.  

—-----

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.

—-------

“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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I didn't have a taglist planned, but a few of you were really sweet about it so I hope you enjoy! @micheledawn1975 @emma77645 @battinsonwhore05 @magnificantmermaid @erinsingalong

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It's my day off! What should I work on next because i'm an indecisive ho

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Edward Rubin Griffin (July 15, 1968) is a comedian and actor. He is known for portraying Eddie Sherman in Malcolm & Eddie, the title character in Undercover Brother, and Tiberius Jefferson “T.J.” Hicks in Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo and Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo. He portrayed Orpheus in Scary Movie 3 and voiced Richard Pryor in Black Dynamite. He was ranked #62 on Comedy Central’s list of the 100 Greatest Stand-ups of All Time.

He was born in Kansas City, Missouri, and was raised by his single mother, Doris Thomas, a phone company operator. His family were Jehovah’s Witnesses. He moved to Compton to live with his cousins. He enlisted in the Navy but was discharged within months for using marijuana.

He hopped onstage on a bet and earned a standing ovation with family stories. He talked his way into stand-up gigs around town.

He has appeared in films such as The Meteor Man, The Walking Dead, Jason’s Lyric, Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo, Double Take, Undercover Brother, John Q, Scary Movie 3, and Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo, Norbit, and Urban Justice.

He has appeared on Chappelle’s Show in the skit “World Series of Dice” as Grits n’ Gravy.

He performed on two tracks from Dr. Dre’s album, 2001, and the intro track from The D.O.C.’s album Helter Skelter.

He has appeared in commercials for Miller Beer’s Man Laws.

Comedy Central released Griffin’s stand-up comedy special You Can Tell ‘Em I Said It on DVD.

His stand-up comedy special, E-Niggma, was released on Showtime.

He married Carla (1984-97). He married Rochelle (2002-09). He married Nia Rivers (2011-12). He married Ko Lee Griffin (2017). He has 11 children. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[graemepark]

THIS IS GRAEME PARK: LONG LIVE HOUSE RADIO SHOW 28JUN24

THIS IS GRAEME PARK:

LONG LIVE HOUSE RADIO SHOW 28JUN24

In this week’s Long Live House Radio Show:

Housemaster Baldwin presents Suburban Boyz

Unknown Artist

Third Attempt

Gene Farris

Todd Terry

K'Alexi Shelby

Floorplan feat. Earthtone

Kurtis Mantronik

Terrence Parker

Sophie Lloyd feat. Pauline Taylor

Virgo

Loleatta Holloway and more.   

LONG LIVE HOUSE RADIO SHOW 28JUN24

Title (Mix), Artist

Insane, Housemaster Baldwin presents Suburban Boyz

Hijo De La Noche, Les Castizos

Destiny Song (Gledd Remix), Mike Steva feat. Stevo Atambire

My Stereo (Fouk Remix), Pete Philly & Perquisite

Find A Friend, Unknown Artist

Call, Mascolo

People Are Beautiful, Third Attempt

Euphoria, Gene Farris

We Need To Be Free (Dub), Todd Terry

Amsterdam Nights, Yannick Roberts

The Ron Hardy Memo (Manda Moor Remix), K'Alexi Shelby

Wabi Soba (Jex Opolis Remix), Magic Words

The Plan, Floorplan feat. Earthtone

Give Me Back The Love, On The House

Cuban Gigolo, Sound Factory

How Did You Know? (2020 Club Mix), Kurtis Mantronik

That's The Way Love Is, Ten City

When Love's The Feeling (Lenny RX & Kenny Summit Remix), Terrence Parker

Angels By My Side (Floorplan Remix), Sophie Lloyd feat. Pauline Taylor

Who Dares To Believe In Me?, The Believers

R U Hot Enough?, Virgo

"Little" Louie Anthem, The Untouchables

Love Sensation (Dr Packer Remix), Loleatta Holloway

Can U Dance?, Kenny “Jammin’” Jason & “Fast” Eddie Smith

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Summary: Sapphire is the go to place for all of Hawkins guilty pleasures. Drugs, liquor, dancers, escorts, you name it they got it. The people are pretty and the sex is good. What happens behind closed doors though; isn’t as sexy.

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Series warnings and tags: use of Y/N, drug use, alcohol consumption, smoking, hard drugs, P in V, fingering, oral sex, dom/sub undertones, manhandling, praise kink, dirty talk, teasing, pet names, coworkers to lovers, angst involving past trauma, mentions of abuse, mentions of sexual trauma, sex work, blackmail, self-deprecation, insecurities, exhibitionism, violence, mentions of weapons and threats with weapons, fluffy ass fluff, no upside down

Pair: Gigolo!Eddie Munson x Fem!Stripper!Reader

⊹ - Contains smut

Chapter 1: Vanity

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4:

Extras

╰ ✦ Sapphire club visual

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Jeanette MacDonald gives Nelson Eddy a big emotional hug on This is Your Life.

Day 75- TV and Radio: 

TV: 

This is Your Life, “Jeanette MacDonald,” November 12th, 1952. 

The Burns and Allen Show, season 3, episode 6, “Gracie and Blanche Hire Gigolos to Take Them Out,” November 13th, 1952. 

Radio: 

Fibber McGee and Molly, “McGee’s Fruit Punch,” November 11th, 1952. 

Bright Star, “Miss America Visits,” November 13th, 1952. 

This is Your FBI, episode 398, “Wide Open City,” November 14th, 1952. 

This is Your Life was surprisingly moving for me. Jeanette MacDonald was the celebrity caught unaware that the show was going to be all about her. They had her husband, her two sisters, her vocal teacher, her favorite childhood English teacher, and a soldier she had danced with in a famous photo at the Hollywood Canteen. The most moving part happened when Nelson Eddy, her co-star in many many films, came on singing. MacDonald started crying and had to wipe her tears away with a hanky. I shed some tears myself, and I’ve never been a fan of either her or Nelson Eddy! It was a very engrossing show- I wish there were more episodes I could find from 1952. 

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Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo (1999) Spoiler-Free Review

Directed by Mike Mitchell and produced by Adam Sandler, “Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo” (1999) introduces us to the lovably inept Deuce Bigalow, played by Rob Schneider. Eddie Griffin also appears to have you slapping your thighs in laughter. This comedy flick takes an unconventional twist on the romantic comedy genre, offering a fresh and uproarious take on love and relationships. A Relatable…