ingravinoveritas · 6 months ago
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I know that this moment has been talked about ad nauseam, but for some reason I have only just now realized how much of a dick joke Michael is making here. Like, full-on heavily implying that he and David have actually "touched tips." 👉👈 And then you have David there completely aware of what he is saying and smiling beatifically because he damn well knows it's going to fly right over people's heads. I need to lie down...
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indiagigoloclub · 3 days ago
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What is the Indian Gigolo Club? The Gigolo India pvt ltd dedicates itself to providing professional companionship services. With branches in Mumbai, Delhi, and Nagpur, this club connects clients with gigolos. It ensures discretion and professionalism.
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hp-hcs · 1 year ago
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Hello there.
Since you're taking a request, then maybe some poły relationship with Theo and Mattheo. Preferably male lub gn reader
Thanks and have a good day
aaaaaa a non-monogamous relationship with my two favorite boyos??? abso-fuckin-lutely!!!
polyamorous theodore nott & mattheo riddle x gn!reader headcanons
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(lovely pictures from @demieyesore)
since it wasn’t specified if the boyos were dating each other as well or not, i made it ✨up to reader interpretation✨
❕gender-neutral reader❕
TWs: violence (it’s theo & mattheo, what do you expect?), brief sexual harassment/attempted sexual assault (?)
requests open (please for the love of god)
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general headcanons:
mattheo is little spoon and i will take no arguments
(he’s almost always in the middle <3)
if you call theo literally any pet name he will die on the spot
same if you call mattheo any variation of ‘pretty boy’ or ‘cutie’
(extra bonus points if you compliment something unrelated to his physical appearance, like how well he did on a test, or how perceptive he is. homeboy will have no idea how to respond. he’ll just be like 🧍‍♂️🥹👍🫶)
the poly thing actually only happened because there was a very aggressive love triangle thing going on and then they were like “wait this is dumb”
plus, it makes a bunch of the teachers uncomfy, + both of their fathers, so really it’s ideal
they r possessive as F U C K
they can share with each other, that’s it. no one else.
i dare anyone to try to bully or harass you
or actually, even just look at you
OR IF SOMEBODY TRIES TO ASK YOU OUT
someone call an ambulance for the poor fuck 💥🚑🚨🩹🪦💀
lil oneshot thing? idk man:
you go to one of enzo’s stupid parties without your boys
“i’ll be fine guys, promise”
y/n was, in fact, Not Fine™
someone tries to hit on you but just DOESNT TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER
let's say it’s cormac mclaggen cause mf is creepy asf
(i know everyone makes him like ‘the bad guy’ but yk what if you don’t like it go write ur own headcanons. they’d probably be better anyways)
anywhore, cormac is like, getting a lil too close for comfort
just kind of haranguing you the whole night
offering drinks, complimenting how you’re dressed, telling you that your boyfriends are “so lucky to have someone as sexy as you”
🤮🤮
you are OBVIOUSLY uncomfortable
but shit hits the fan when he grabs your waist/hip area and tries to kiss you
✨surprise!✨
your mancandy was here the whole time 😌
(not cause they don’t trust you, they just don’t trust anybody else)
💥👊😡🩸🩹🔪🗡️💣
cormac: 🥊🦷😵‍💫🩸🩹🩼☠️⚰️🪦
(lowkey hot to watch em defend you but yk)
((y/n for literally no reason: 👁️🫦👁️)
(((if you tell mattheo you think it’s hot, he’ll just go 🥺🫶💋😚🫂)))
misc:
expounding further on my earlier mattheo x reader headcanons, a scientific study i’ve conducted has found that mattheo riddle is, in fact, a himbo
from the new partridge dictionary of slang and unconventional english, a himbo is “a man objectified by his good looks and presumed lack of intellectual qualities, a man who trades on this image, a gigolo”
objectified by his good looks? have you met tumblr? ✅
lack of intellectual qualities? well, he thinks violence solves everything and thinks with his dick instead of his brain so i’m gonna say yeah ✅
but let’s keep it going, shall we?
a himbo is also defined as the “human version of a golden retriever—beautiful, incredibly well-intentioned, and dumb.”
…yep
beautiful ✅ well-intentioned (in his own mind) ✅ & dumb (lovingly) ✅
additionally: buff 💪 ✅ & respects his romantic partner(s) ✅
“but hp-hcs,” you bemoan. “what does that make theo?”
well, my dear delusionists, theodore nott is a hunk—not quite a himbo, but close
hopefully this venn diagram i made of some of the himbos & himbo-adjacents in the hp world will help illustrate this for you
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yngtort · 8 months ago
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—Playboy aesthetic
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chan | lino | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin
NSFW ★
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XFem!reader : in which you just can’t stay out of that damn playboys bed. Mdni - emotional manipulation - drunk sex - breading
song rec : playboy - exo
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“There’s no need to tell me, let’s just leave it as is. Why are you worried?” One of exos greatest hits, play boy, played through the party. crowds of people swaying together to the beat of the song, hips bumping and hands exploring.
You watch from the sidelines, held back by vines like the flower you’re pretending to be. usually, you’d be dancing along with everyone else. but today, you don’t have the energy. Just wanna stay back and observe with a half empty, half full red cup in your hands.
It's fun watching people tumble over each other. Just to get back up and start busting an off beat move again. You snicker in your spot before bringing the cup to your lips.
Said cup blocks your vision for a second as you down the nectar it holds. When it comes down, your eyes widen as a familiar smile greets you.
“Having fun, are we?” his voice initiates the biggest eyeroll you can muster.
Clad in all black and leather stood the most sleazy man you have ever encountered at these parties. a man with pillow skills that could qualify him as a professional gigolo. He’s also the man you tend to wake up next to in the morning. “What do you want, christopher?”
One of his brows shoots up at the attitude. But it quickly falls as his lips stretch into a grin and his arms open defensively.
“cmon, baby. Don’t be like that.” He says, taking a step forward. His hands finds its usual place at your hips, thumbs playing with the loops of your low rise pants. “you know you love my company.”
You scoff, “as if.” Fully annoyed that he’s standing here with his national anthem playing in the background. He’s a fucking playboy, one that takes pride in it too.
you knew this when you started messing around with him. You told yourself that this was all just for shits, giggles, and some good head. But no— you’re so naive, believing every I love you he muttered from above. now you’re wrapped around his finger. Stupidly in love with this dumb, lying, conniving, asshole-
“go and play around with someone else. I’m not in the mood for this.” you say, pushing at his chest but he doesn’t budge.
“I don’t want to play with anyone else,” Chris told, taking your hand that’s wedged between you and placing a kiss against your palm, “I told you that when you tried to break things off last time. I want you only.”
Lies. His words makes your heart flutter, but you know it’s all lies. “But I don’t want you, Chris.” You pull your hand back.
“And yet you’re at one of my parties?” Chris tuts his head to the side cockily and you roll your eyes again.
“Jisung wanted me to come, so I came.”
“since when did you cum on command?”his lips curled, “Learned some new tricks while i away, huh?”
you slapped his shoulder, “fuck you.”
“that’s what I’m trying to get you to do, but you’re being so stubborn.” He said before leaning in close, nose brushing against yours.
“C’mon babygirl, I miss you.” You turn your head away from him not saying a word and Chris chuckled.
he places a kiss on your cheek, “y’know if you continue to reject me like this, it’ll only make me want you more.”
“Sounds like a personal problem then.” You respond, still not meeting his gaze which is starting to piss Chris off more than he thought it would.
“I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong,”
A small sigh leaves your lips before you face him again, “you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Then what’s the issue?” “I’m bored.”
“Bored?” Chris mimicked with a scoff, “screaming my name into your pillow is boring?”
“That’s not-“ he cuts you off by pulling you close, empty cup dropping out your hand and rolling out into the crowd.
“It’s not what?” he bites, eyes burning into yours. “Don’t act like you didn’t love every second. Like you don’t want this as much as I do.”
“Chris. I told you, im done with all this.” you said, turning your head again.
“and I told you,” Chris immediately grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “it’s not over until I say so.”
Before you can even respond his lips are on yours, tongue swiftly breaking past your teeth without any problem. you squeak at the sudden invasion, hands balled into fist as they beat at his chest in protest.
Chris eats up each weak punch, until your hands finally give up and clutch onto his jacket, pulling him closer because— fuck he’s such a good kisser.
making out against the wall, your biggest weakness. Pressed up together, one of his thighs between your legs while a free hand is on your neck— the other one kneading your waist.
your mind is absolutely screaming at you to push him away. You’re supposed to be standing on business. He can’t keep toying with you like this, fucking you like he loves you just to end up in the bed of another woman the next day.
“Don’t allow him to play you, y/n. Stand up girl!” Your friends would preach to you over and over.
But right now, their voices are silenced— muffled out by the damning desire and need that coats your body as Chris picks you up. Lips still locked on yours, he walked you away from the party, and deeper into the hallways of the frat.
You know exactly where you’re going, a swift left turn and a straight walk to his room. You’ve been taken here a lot, in this position too. Fingers laced in his curly locks as he opens up the door and walks you to his bed.
When he places you down, chris breaks the kiss. “Are you done being a brat yet? or do you need more convincing?” He asks, voice at the lowest octave you’ve ever heard from him.
“Just shut up ‘n fuck me already,” your demand is everything Chris expected. such dirty words leaving a pretty mouth like yours was enough to get his length straining against his pants.
“Your wish is my command, princess.” He says before ridding himself of his clothes. you of course do the same. Shirt comes off with ease but there’s a bit of a struggle with those tight jeans you decided to stuff yourself into.
Chris helps, “lift.” He says and your hips are off the mattress. He pulls them off with a few tugs, your underwear sliding down as bonus.
“Fuck, I missed you so much,” the older sucks in a breath, seemingly in awe as he spreads your legs. Your cunt glistened, visibly dripping by how turned on you are. “All this for me?”
“t-that’s just because it’s been a while,” you defended, hands going down to cover it shyly.
“Hasn’t it?” he chuckled before placing his palm on top of yours. Chris guides your fingers to your hole, instructing them inside. “you haven’t even played with it like this?”
You look away embarrassed as you pump yourself in front of him, “no, I couldn’t—“
“reach where I could?” Chris teased, smile wide with pride because he knows how helpless you are without him. those nights after you cut him off were absolute hell. you crying in the darkness of your room after failed attempts at fucking yourself— the way he did.
You needed him so bad.
Chris watches in amusement as your fingers speed up, loud squelching sounds below fill both of your ears. “Chris, p-please.” You beg, eyes pooling with frustrated tears.
“you’re doing perfectly on your own though,”
“not enough,” you cried . “I want you, please, please..”
Chris hummed, listening to your pleas. Before trialing soft kisses down your body until he comes face to your fingers that were still stuffed into your hole. He pulls them out, taking them into his mouth after. your taste coats the buds on his tongue, making him grunt.
With the sample not being enough, he opts for eating you out. he’s so skilled, tongue circling your clit with precision. Your body becomes one with the bed below you as you sink into nothing but undeniable misery and pleasure.
“Like that, yes, fuck” moans tumbled off your lips as your hands sought comfort at your breast, holding and kneading them for that extra stimulation.
Chris wishes you could see how slutty you looked from his angle below. Using his tongue to whore yourself out on his face— right after you were just going on about how bored you were of him? tch, yeah sure.
He pulls back causing you to whine, “shh, babe, you can’t cum so soon. we’re just getting started.”
you watch in a daze as he pulls off his boxers, exposing his hard and big member to your hungry eyes. your involuntarily clench, cunt so needy and ready to be filled up by every inch.
Chris is just as desperate, eagerly placing your legs over his shoulder as he lines up his throbbing dick at your pucker. “you missed me too, didn’t you?” He asked as he pushed in, your walls welcoming him with a tight hug.
“s’much…missed havin you here.” You say, hand pressing against the bulge in your tummy. Chris twitches harshly inside you and could feel it.
just from your words, he could’ve came right then and there.
“I’m gonna fuck you all night,” is the last thing he said before absolutely destroying you. His hips snapped wildly into yours, head board banging against the wall with every thrust. There’s sure to be some cracks in the paint, but that’s tomorrows problem.
Right now, all he’s focused on is the way your breast bounced on impact while you babble out pleas for more.
Chris lets one of your legs fall off his shoulder and leans down to your ear, “now tell me, we’re you really bored of me? Or is there something else you have to say?”
“n-no, wasn’t bored just got too— fuck—“
“Attached? Baby, can’t you see I’m the same way? no one will ever do it for me like you do. You’re mine, yea?” He said, thrust only getting stronger as you fall weak at every word.
he felt the same way you did? is that even possible? You don’t have time to doubt it because he’s ruthlessly pounding into you. “Chris’s, ‘m chris’s” is all you can say.
“that’s right, pretty. All mine.” He whispered delicately, movements becoming more erratic as his dick throbs inside of you, eager to fill you up. “wanna knock you up s’bad.”
Chris pushes himself deeper than before, making sure if he’s gonna come, it’s gonna stick and stay. “you’ll let me do it? Wont you, baby?”
“Please,” and that’s all he needed to hear.
Chris’s cum is thick and there’s a lot of it too. Maybe from going so long without having you underneath had finally caught up to him— he doesn’t know. but the way his body tenses, muscles flexing as he slowly empties his heavy load into you, shows you how much he wanted you.
He pulls you into one more final kiss, lips sloppily slotting with yours as he pins your hips to the mattress. body heavy on top of yours, dick softening inside you as the last traces of pleasure leave him.
“I love you, y/n” he mumbled against your lips, “I’ve always have.”
You believe him for the night because you know in the morning, you'll wake up alone and there will be sticky note that read : “quiet on the way out” left on the nightstand like always.
“that fucking, playboy..”
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bettyfrommars · 1 year ago
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Touch my cheek before you leave me, baby//Part 2
gigolo!Eddie x virgin!older!fem!Reader
(part 1)(part 3)
18+Only, mature content, intimacy smut, sweet!Eddie, nipple play, praise!kink, masturbation, oral (f receiving), protected p in v, toxic mother, self-esteem issues, alcohol consumption, implied self-loathing, pet names, implied sex with someone other than reader, paid sex. wc: 4.6k
summary: After that first night together on your 29th birthday when you lost your virginity to gigolo Eddie, he mentions, in his own way, that he'd like to see you again off the clock. Reader is an introvert dealing with self-esteem issues and invites Eddie to be our date for a wedding, but not before he invites us back to his place.
authors note: I never intended this to be more than one part, but it quickly became a favorite, and I had so many requests for more. Who am I to deny us more of sweet, gigolo Eddie?
All of your support means the world, and I very much look forward to your thoughts ❤️
pls no minors beyond this point
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You still couldn’t tell if it was real.  When he said he wouldn’t charge you if you ever wanted to meet up again. It felt sincere when he said it, but now, two days later, by the phone with gigalo Eddie’s number in your hand, you were convinced that it was all part of his game.  Maybe he was just that good.
He knew everything that would turn you on, everything you needed to hear, right down to the pet names and the missionary style, intimate sex. It had all been in the paperwork you’d submitted. It was nothing but a job to him, and you had totally fallen for it.  
Now you felt like one of those idiot, lovesick men at the strip clubs who always believed that the girls were really in love with them after they made eye contact a few times and tipped them for hours on end. 
You did your affirmations in the mirror that morning, trying not to look at yourself from the side in the full length mirror and pinch at the parts of your body you thought were gross.  Trying not to indulge in the morning ritual of hating yourself.
Even if Eddie had felt some type of real connection with you—which you now highly doubted—how would things progress between the two of you? From what Robin had told your friend Nellie, Eddie was a busy boy.  He was a respected gigalo within a 50 mile radius, and his list of regular clients was long; your evening with him was booked a month in advance.  On nights when he didn’t have clients, he was practicing with his band or playing gigs, and you were sure he could have any woman he wanted when he performed.
But then the phone rang as you were sitting there right next to it and you jumped, a shriek escaping your throat.
It was your mom, reminding you to pick up the dress for your cousin's wedding the following weekend. You weren’t going to be in the wedding party, but your mother had made it abundantly clear that she didn’t want you to embarrass her with any of the styles of clothes you would’ve picked out for yourself.  
She exhaled a haggard breath.  “I suppose you still haven’t found a date? There’s a new boy who goes to our church. I think he might even like you, as long as you don’t bring up any of your strange conspiracy theories or serial killer statistics. Wear that special bra I got for you, and put a little makeup on.  Men like women who try to look nice for them.”
You wanted so badly to let your mother know that you’d recently paid for a gigolo to take your virginity, just to hear the horror and panic in her voice.  You were already a disappointment to her, why not put a cherry on top?
You put Eddie’s number on the table and stared at it while she talked.  “Actually,” you took a stiff swallow that felt like a marble in your throat.  “I do have a date.  For the wedding.  His name is Eddie.”
You relished the silence of shock at the other end. “Oh? What does this Eddie do? Not another jobless musician like the last boy you had a crush on, I hope?”
You winced at the way she brought it up.  Almost a decade ago, you had a crush on the brother of one of your friends, that is until you overheard him refer to you as “creepy”.
You knew she’d never drop it until you told her something; what a person did for a living and their social standing was very important to your mother.  “He’s, um,” you looked around, eyes landing on one of the cassette tapes on the shelf for the band Mike and The Mechanics.
“He’s a mechanic,” but you knew that wouldn’t be good enough.  “He, uh, runs his own auto body garage.” The lie—the fact that you even had to lie—made you squeeze your eyes shut.
She of course asked what the name of his garage was, and you told her he was from out of town and only coming in for the wedding.  She started badgering you with more questions and you lied and told her someone was at the door of your apartment and you had to go, hanging up the receiver before she could protest.  
A few hours later, after listening to music on full blast in your headphones and nearly pacing a hole in the carpet, you cracked open the nerve to call Eddie.
Your blood ran freezing cold as it rang on his end, and you glanced at the clock: it was just after 8:00pm.  You’d purposely waited until it was later in the evening, praying that he’d be with his band or with another client, and then you could leave him a message on his machine.  You were banking on this, actually.  If he picked up and you heard his voice, you’d probably hang up on him.
As luck would have it, you did get his answering machine.  Nervous as all hell, your voice was a tad squeaky at first, but then you cleared your throat. 
You decided you would present the invitation to be your date to the wedding as a job, one you would pay him for.  You let him know you’d had a great time the other night, and then made sure he had your phone number, and that you would TOTALLY understand if he was already busy that weekend.  You were about to hang up when you realized that you’d never said exactly who you were, and so you blurted your name out at the last minute, but it was too late because the recorder beeped and cut you off.
You went to bed that night convinced you would never hear from him again.  
Much later that night, after a long day, Eddie grinned down at the answering machine the second he heard your voice—he knew it was you right away.  He’d been thinking about you nonstop since that night you’d been together, but he never expected to hear from you.  He worried that he had put you on the spot when he said you wouldn’t have to pay him, and it had probably made you uncomfortable.  Flirting on the job was not something he had done before and it was very unprofessional of him. At the very least, he needed to apologize to you.
But there you were, calling him this soon as if you’d been thinking about him too.  
He tucked his hand in his armpit and nibbled at his lip when you asked if he was free this weekend to go to a wedding with you.
His heart skipped a beat.  He was thinking something more along the lines of dinner and a movie, but, sure, he would be your date—he had a tux. He’d have to reschedule one of his regulars, but she would understand. Other guys might’ve seen that as getting too serious too quick, but not Eddie.  He hadn’t had a girlfriend, or even been on a date that was not work related in over a year.  Women weren’t interested in taking a gigolo home to meet their parents.  They wanted his cock in all of their holes, but none of them ever wanted to know how his day went or what his dreams were.  
“So, just let me know…” you continued in the message.  “...if you’re available, and how much would you charge for something like that? I’d totally understand if…”
Damn it, he cursed to himself, sucking air in the side of his cheek.  He thought that invitation was sounding a little too good to be true.  
All the same, he called back the next day and left a message while you were at the local grocery store where you worked as an assistant manager, letting you know he’d be honored to be your date, and to tell him the where and the when.
But he did not give a price, and the omission was not lost on you.
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You were so nervous, you could puke.
But it was still a day before the wedding, and you were in attendance at the post-rehearsal dinner at Enzo’s.  Although you were not going to be in the wedding, your beautiful, outgoing sister Judith was, and you weren’t entirely against a dinner paid for by your uncle at one of the fanciest restaurants in town.  
You were feeling the buzz of the wine and trying to play wallflower as the other four people at the table, including your sister and three of her friends, engaged in lively conversation and shared exaggerated stories from their college years.  You were sitting back in your chair, offering a chuckle to something that was just said, when you looked across to the main entrance and saw Eddie coming through the door.  
You were only looking in his direction for maybe five seconds before you looked away, but it felt like an hour.  There was an ocean in your ears as your heartbeat soared and your brain scrambled to make sense of what was going on. 
He looked particularly beautiful.  Hair worn down, framing his face, a crisp white button down, allowing for the dark designs of his chest tattoos to show, sleeves rolled up at the elbows, exposing his defined forearm muscles and tattoos.  
Eddie was not alone.  
Next to him, holding onto his arm, was a very pretty woman.  Shoulder length, brunette hair brushed back from her face, flawless skin, tight black dress and gold jewelry.  She might have been mid to late thirties, much shorter than Eddie. They appeared to be very cozy as they stood waiting to be shown to their booth, and when she turned to ask him something, Eddie answered, and then kissed the back of her hand.
You snapped your eyes back to the table, twirled the stem of your wine glass a few times, and then lifted it to your lips for a generous gulp.  Everyone at your table was just tipsy enough to not notice how flustered you got, cheeks blooming red hot.
Eddie saw you while he was escorting Lana to their table, but he wasn’t sure if you had seen him yet or not.  This was his fifth “date” with Lana.  Her husband passed away four years ago, and she’d decided that she’d never love another man again as much as she’d loved him, so she didn’t want any romantic attachments.  What she wanted was a man to take care of her once in a while: escort her to dinner, treat her like a lady, hold doors for, and then let her suck him off so he could cum on her tits the way her husband used to do.  He wore her husband's Old Spice aftershave and called her “Sugar” which had always been his nickname for her. 
He needed to focus on Lana, but as the waiter handed over the wine menus, Eddie kept glancing in your direction.  It'd been a week since the two of you had been together biblically, and he’d really been missing your face, more than he could even admit to himself.  He found himself drawn to you chemically in a way he hadn’t experienced since he was a teenager. 
You shot him a look over your wine glass, and he lifted his fingers in a small wave, but you ducked your head and tried to hide behind whoever was sitting next to you. 
If anyone there recognized him tomorrow at the wedding, and happened to connect the dots that he was with another woman on a date the night before, that would be bad. He made a last second decision to switch places with Lana in the booth so that his back would be to the people you were with, in an effort to hide his identity.  
“I think it’s time for me to go home,” you announced to the table, getting to your feet as you said it.
Your sister protested.  “But, we just got here? One more drink?”
You fumbled so fast for your jacket that your chair fell to the ground.  Even over the Italian music and plentiful conversations, everyone turned to look, including Eddie, and then you were rushing to get out of the restaurant, bursting into the fresh air and hurrying down the sidewalk.
Down at the corner of the building, you were catching your breath and feeling stupid as hell, when you realized Eddie was coming toward you with his hands in his pockets.  He had waited a few minutes, but eventually followed.
“Hey,” he said, catching up to you after a few slow, deliberate strides.  “I hope I didn’t make anything weird for you in there.”
You covered your eyes with your hand.  “No, I’m the one who made things weird,” you told him. “I’m just not a fan of crowds. I think I got a little claustrophobic.”
“I know what you mean,” Eddie had his head down, shuffling his foot, and you noticed how different his demeanor was when he wasn’t “working”.  
You huffed a laugh.  “You’re a natural with people, what are you talking about?”
“Maybe I just play a good game,” he lifted his eyes to meet yours, chin lowered. “On the inside I spend plenty of time curled in a ball in the corner, I promise you.”
A car horn blared in the distance, and then Eddie spoke again.  “You look really pretty tonight,” his hands stayed in his pockets, but he gestured with his elbow.  “Are we still on for tomorrow?”
“Of course,” you said quickly, praying he hadn’t suddenly changed his mind.  “I mean, if you still want to?”
“Of course I want to, sweetheart,” he cocked his head, but then he gestured toward the restaurant. “I need to get back in, I can’t leave her hanging.”
You started to speak nervously, something about “oh yes sure go ahead absolutely okay goodnight” as you walked away, but then he caught your arm.
He searched your face in the dark shadow of the street corner.  “Are you…busy later? Like, in a couple hours?”
Your heart tightened at the urgency of his question.  The way his eyes settled on you, they were full of desire, and you couldn’t remember the last time anyone gave you all of their attention like that.  
Eddie was really taking a chance with this one.  What woman in her right mind would want to spend time with him right after he’d been intimate with someone else?  This is where any dating situation he ever attempted came to a screeching halt.  He went home lonely more often than not.  
Your gaze flicked from his eyes to his beautiful neck, letting the gravity of what he was asking you sink in.  “Won’t you be…tired?”
He brushed his knuckles across your cheek.  “Not too tired.”
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He called from the payphone at Enzo’s and left his address on your answering machine, just like he said he would, and so there you were, in your car in the driveway of the adorable light blue house he shared with a friend named Steve, who was supposedly also in the gigolo business. Steve was out of town for a few days, though, and inside your head you were screaming; you couldn’t believe this was happening.
 It was one of the better maintained houses on the block; lawn perfectly mowed and trimmed, a flower bed with purple pansies along the sidewalk.  There was the husk of an old muscle car in the garage though, and an engine weeping oil on the pavement.  The lie you’d told your mother wasn’t too far off, and a grin kicked up one side of your mouth thinking about how Eddie’s strong hands had some black stains in the crevasses from working on cars, even though he scrubbed them constantly.  
Eddie had no idea what he was doing.  The good thing about being a gigalo was that he could control the atmosphere and the outcome: he never had to worry about getting hurt because it was just a job.  
You could tell he’d just come out of the shower when he answered the door in a plain white tee and jeans exposing the tattoos on his arms, hair wet down his shoulders, skin warm and soft when he hugged you in the doorframe. 
The hug lingered, and when you stepped back, your chin was down, your eyes trying to avoid him at all costs. Sure, you wanted to be there with him, but also, your body was in fight or flight mode.  You could hear your mother’s voice in your head then, telling you there’s no way a guy as good looking as Eddie would be interested in a girl like you. She’d insist he was using you for something.
“Hey,” Eddie caught your chin and brought your attention back to him. He ran a thumb across your mouth.  “I’ve been dreaming of these lips.”
It made you snort a laugh, and Eddie laughed too, squeezing one eye closed.  “Sorry, was that too cheesy? Occupational hazard.”
“I like cheesy,” you beamed, parting your lips to accept his kiss, opening your mouth to take him deeper, working your hands up the front of his chest over his shirt.  You tried not to think about the woman he’d been with just an hour earlier, and the things they’d possibly done together.  If he could accept you and still find you desirable, even when you didn’t even like yourself, you were willing to have an open mind about his profession.  At least for now.
You found out he had an episode of Elvira’s Movie Macabre on the TV, and told him it was one of your favorites.  This made Eddie like you even more.  He sat back on the couch, legs long, and beckoned for you with a few eager flaps of his wrist to come and sit flush with your back against him.  “This is what I needed,” he said as you got comfortable between his legs.  He kissed the side of your head, intertwined the fingers of one of his hands with yours, and you could barely concentrate on the show with the way his closeness made your pussy pulse.
“Is this okay?” He whispered.  Both of his thumbs slid down the front of the blouse you were wearing to graze the hard nubs of your nipples, while he kissed the outer ridge of your ear.  
You could only make a needy purr in the back of your throat, pushing against him at the need for more.  
“Are your nipples this hard just for me, sweetheart?” He hushed, nuzzling your ear.  You squirmed a bit more, nodding, exposing the side of your neck to greet his mouth.  He unbuttoned your shirt and pulled down the front cups of your bra to pluck at your tender buds, making you whine.  He found your pulse point on your throat and sucked there, continuing to work your nipples in a way that had your underwear immediately damp with arousal.
“You getting wet for me so I can taste how good I make you feel, baby?”
Indeed, your body was letting him know loud and clear that this is what it wanted.  
He licked his fingers to wet your nipples, and you felt like you might be able to cum from his finger twisting alone.  You undid the zipper on your trousers and sank your fingers into the wetness there, working your slippery clit.  You slid your digits down a little further and dipped them into your hole; it gripped around you, begging to be filled.
“Let me taste it,” he told you.  You presented your two glistening fingers up and he sucked them into his mouth, licking them clean, making you tremble at the way his tongue flicked between them.
“Keep touching yourself,” he encouraged, milking and twisting your nipples with a bit more force now that they weren’t as sensitive, causing zings of pleasure to rock through your body.
“Eddie,” you whimpered, finding your clit again, working your wrist.  “You’re going to make me—”
But then it was already happening, a pop of velvet streamers liquified at your core, pulsing, throbbing, making you go blind for a second.  
Eddie’s cock bucked hard against his denim.  You turned to kiss him in the aftermath, and he slid out from under you to get on his knees, pulling your pants off the rest of the way.
“I need to taste it,” he breathed, hiking your knees up over his shoulders so he could bury his face and lick you clean, lapping up your gift, groaning and rocking forward on his knees as he did so.  
You grabbed onto his hair.  “You like how hard I cum for you, don’t you baby?”
You were learning to be more verbal, and it made his hips twitch against the couch, he wanted you so bad.  Once he devoured the sweet  nectar of  your cum, he worked his way up your body, kissing your breasts, and then finding your mouth.  He sank two fingers into your aching hole, and your pelvis flexed eagerly up to meet his hand.  
“Hey,” he brushed his lips over yours, hovering there.  “I don’t ever go down on...clients,” he admitted to you, eyes finding yours, fucking his fingers slowly in and out, curling them up once they were deep inside of you. “You are special, I just thought you should know.”
“I like knowing that,” you said with a quiver in your voice, holding his face. “I want you inside of me.”
There was a condom in his wallet and he helped you guide it onto his cock after he pushed his jeans down, every bit the teacher.  You slid your shoulders down the couch, legs spread wide, exposing all of your holes for him.  Gripping your hip, he teased the tip at your entrance, eyebrows pinching together at the sensation.
“Without a condom, I’d probably blow a hole through you, baby, you’ve got me so hard.”
Your pussy was soaked, dripping from your folds down the condom on his cock.  “You’re the only one I want inside of me,” you were merely stating a fact, but it was just what he needed to hear, and he rose up on his knees, pulled your ass a bit further off the couch, and buried himself balls deep with a hard gasp.
He leaned forward to brace his forearms on the cushion at either side of your head, kissing you, thrusting in a few times as deep as he could go, skin smacking, your wetness now shimmering on the curly hairs at the base of his cock.
You were amazed at how your body knew how to respond, even though you had absolutely no clue what you were doing.  Bucking your hips up to meet him was your favorite, and then every now and then, he’d swivel his hips, holding your legs out.  
“That was a fancy move,” you breathed against his lips. 
“I save all my fancy moves for you, sweetheart,” he chuckled.
He brought his thumb in to play with your clit.  “I want you to cum with me.”
You didn’t know if that kind of tandem miracle was possible, but you were willing to try.  You brought your fingers in to work your slick juices over just the right spot, and Eddie sat back to watch you. He was observing and taking notes.
“You stretch me out so good,” you whined, getting into the swing of things, swiping your fingers faster, not phased at all by the way the parts of your body you hated were all hanging out for him to see.  
“Shit,” Eddie bucked. “You’re gonna make me cum right now if you talk like that.”
“You’ve ruined me for everyone with your big cock, baby,” you continued. “No one will ever fill me up like you do.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight, holy shit,” Eddie cried out.
You could feel the peak approaching but then Eddie pushed in a bit too eagerly, and his cock slipped out and dove up into the folds of your pussy.
“Oh, fuck, right there,” you called out, clutching his shoulder, begging him to work the head of his cock on your clit.
“Fuck baby fuckkkkk,” he hissed, thrusting his hips, fucking your folds with the underside of his cock.  “I’m gonna cum, baby.”
And then, it was you who was cumming, babbling, riding the wave as Eddie cock dipped back inside, needing to feel like he was pumping it inside of you, worshiping you from the inside with his seed.
In the aftermath, his head lowered, hair hanging down, he enjoyed the slip of your cum, feeding you the shaft a few more times. 
Eddie was about to pull you against him to watch Movie Macabre for real this time, but when you came out of the bathroom, you were fully dressed with your bag over your shoulder and a distinct look of goodbye on your face.
“I should get going,” you announced, picking at some loose skin around your cuticle.  
Eddie stood from the couch, fixing himself, making sure the zipper was up on his jeans.  He didn’t have a shirt on, exposing the cut lines at his hips and trail of hair below his belly button.
“Sure, sure, um,” he looked around, hands on his hips.  “You don’t have to go.  I mean, you could even stay here, if you wanted. I could set my alarm if you have to get up early.”
You wondered what he charged for overnight stays.  Would you receive a bill on Monday for two full days worth of gigolo time? You had no idea what his rates were, and you still knew you couldn’t afford it.   The voices in your head were telling you what a gullible, cock drunk fool you were. While in the bathroom, you realized that everything he said was way too good to be true.  No man had ever wanted you this bad, nor would they ever.  A part of you was even harboring some anger towards him for being deceitful and making you feel things you’d gone 3 decades without.
“Thank you,” you cleared your throat. “For this.  I have a big day tomorrow, so,” and then you turned without another word, headed for the door.
Eddie hustled after you.  “Okay, so, I’ll pick you up at your place tomorrow, yeah? We’ll go together?”
“Actually,” you gave him your profile.  “I think it would be better if  you just met me at the venue.”
“If that’s what you want,” he said quietly.  He was having a hard time reading you. “I’ll be there.”
“Okay, thanks again,” you said in a rush. 
“Hey, wait—-” but you were already out the door and hurrying down the driveway to your car, afraid to look back.  
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Thank you for reading!
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howlingday · 6 months ago
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Taiyang: Auburn! It's been so long since we've last talked! How have you been?
Mama Arc: Taiyang.
Taiyang: Ah, still mad that I-
Mama Arc: Slept with my husband back in Beacon? Yes, i'm still quite livid over that.
Taiyang: But that was such a long time ago, and i'm a changed man. Look, i'm willing to do nearly anything to make things better between us. Just name it, and i'll see if it can be done.
Mama Arc: This is about me sending my son after your daughters, isn't it?
Taiyang: Oh, you know it is.
Mama Arc: I thought you'd be happy seeing your legacy continuing after graduation.
Taiyang: From my kids, yeah, not from some gigolo trying to schmooze up my daughters to make some kind of harem.
Mama Arc: Oh, so when my son does it, he's a gigolo, but when you do it, you're just "a free spirit".
Taiyang: It's different when it's my kids. They shouldn't be dating anybody until after graduation.
Mama Arc: Do you even hear yourself?! You took my husband's virginity at the pool party, after I already asked him out!
Taiyang: Hey, at least he got some experience, right?
Mama Arc: ...Funny. I wonder how much "experience" my son will impart on your daughters.
Taiyang: If he puts one finger on them-
Mama Arc: If YOU breathe one word to him-
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Meanwhile, far across from the impending warzone, three students lounge about in the... lounge, having nothing better to do since their parents both wanted private conversations with the other. Jaune's father left his son to "spend time with his girlfriends," as he teased, while he and Ruby's and Yang's Uncle Qrow caught up after all this time. Suddenly, Jaune felt an urge rise through his body and looked to the young ladies.
Jaune: ...You guys wanna play a fighting game?
Ruby: Sure!
Yang: I call fighting the winner!
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stellaluna33 · 1 month ago
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Watching Breakfast at Tiffany's and... this is probably the hyperfixation talking, but now I'm kind of obsessed with the idea of imagining it as a Literati AU. 😆
It would be the Season 6 era for their characters. Rory: hiding from her past and styling herself as a party girl... Jess: the struggling promising young writer being supported by an older woman willing to pay money to keep him as her boy toy ("Jess, are you a gigolo?" hahaha, but what if he was, though) Like, do you see it?
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worick x reader x nicolas angst to smut if you don't do that then angst to fluff I just need some gangsta material tbh
- MINORS DNI
God I’m so sorry for the long wait 😭 I can’t think of anything angst to smut ……. Here’s just some smut
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Nic’s balls clap against your ass while he vigorously trusts into you. The way his curved cock drags inside of you has you on cloud nine. Scraping your insides while you swirl your tongue on Worick’s tip. The precum he leaks makes you want to devour his dick whole.
The stimulation you are going through is something that was a first, definitely a must try again experience .
Your chest rises and falls with every deep breath you take trying to calm your self down.
The man between your legs moves and the blue eyed loud mouth takes over. His dick is much thicker than. Nic’s, filling you up to the brim.
“Let’s get this party started, shall we ?”
Worick can’t hold his excitement anymore. He goes for it without a warning. Nicolas is the next to shove himself into your mouth. You take it. They try to dominate you but you don’t let yourself get thrown under.
You had been submissive ever since this started. You grab his cock and let your mouth do it’s magic while clamping your walls around Worick. At this rate neither had a chance against you.
“Doll, you’re being a little to aggressive”
Nicolas grunts to the blond’s comment, his balls had already tightened on him. It was a matter of time before he tapped out.
Worick was another that was to lose the war against your cunt. Your pussy had him completely drunk - with Nic drained - you pull the gigolo towards you. Your rough kissing pushes him over the edge, spilling himself into you.
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denimbex1986 · 1 year ago
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'When the companies behind Ira Sachs’ new drama about the shifting currents of intimacy in a troubled love triangle submitted Passages to the Motion Picture Association ratings board, they probably anticipated an R.
But the MPA came back with an NC-17 rating, forcing the distributor to release the film (which premiered at Sundance earlier this year) unrated rather than risk commercial marginalization or impose cuts that would diminish its intensity...
Let’s be clear: Passages — which Mubi opened Aug. 4 in Los Angeles and New York before expanding to other cities in the weeks to come — is a movie with a generous amount of sex, both gay and straight. But it’s neither particularly explicit nor remotely gratuitous, even if it’s frequently quite hot.
The sex is, above all, integral to the movie’s emotional texture, to the way the characters navigate their volatile relationships, the way they express their feelings and explore their connections through their bodies as they come together and pull apart. In other words, the film’s candor in depicting sex and nudity nudges it closer to European cinema than American.
The ratings controversy around Sachs’ movie comes just as Oppenheimer has been generating talk on social media and in the press about being the first Christopher Nolan movie to feature sex scenes. The trysts between Cillian Murphy as scientist J. Robert Oppenheimer and Florence Pugh as his lover both before and during the former’s marriage earned the release an R rating, which is standard given the glimpses of sweaty flesh on view.
But the fact that people are talking about it at all — and no one has been talking about it louder than Nolan himself — just underlines how squeamish American movies are about sex and sensuality.
The sex scenes in both those movies serve a clear narrative purpose. In Nolan’s film, they convey the magnetism of Oppenheimer and its ultimately devastating effect on a woman who, while not really on screen long enough to acquire much complexity, is defined by her intellectual curiosity, political radicalism and carnal desire.
The actual intercourse — once during the affair and once years later, as a haunting specter conjured in a security hearing — is brief and somewhat mechanical, while a long post-coital discussion has Murphy and Pugh sitting naked in armchairs on opposite sides of a room, carefully positioned and framed to keep crotches out of sight. The scene looks like an interview for an admin job at a nudist colony. It’s anything but erotic.
The scene in the Paris-set Passages that evidently had the MPA clutching their pearls, by contrast, is erotically and emotionally charged, raunchy and tender. It takes place after narcissistic German filmmaker Tomas (Franz Rogowski) has strayed outside his marriage to English print-maker Martin (Ben Whishaw) with Agathe (Adèle Exarchapoulos), a French schoolteacher he met at the wrap party for his latest feature.
Back in bed with Martin again, Tomas more or less offers himself up, resulting in sex that could be a bid for forgiveness, a reconciliation, a sad acknowledgment of enduring feelings or a manipulative attempt by Tomas to keep a hold on his husband while continuing to explore a new relationship. Or it could be all of those things.
Like the movie’s other sex scenes, it’s dramatically loaded, and although it’s shot in a single take with no artful draping of the sheets, it’s hardly graphic...
The prim attitude toward sex in American movies goes beyond MPA rulings to Hollywood itself. Sex and unapologetic sensuality have been all but banished from the mainstream since the heyday of erotic thrillers in the 1980s and early ‘90s — films like Dressed to Kill, American Gigolo, Body Heat, Basic Instinct, 9½ Weeks, The Last Seduction, Color of Night and Sliver. People onscreen were getting laid and loving it back then.
What happened to make American movies so desexualized? As the holdover artistic spirit of the emancipated ‘70s faded further into the distance, studios became increasingly corporate and less creative in their thinking. In order to be profitable, movies had to play not only across the U.S. — including conservative Red states and Bible Belt regions — but internationally, where many countries have rigidly imposed codes concerning sex and nudity.
The ascendance of the superhero movie has been another nail in the coffin of sensuality. In the Superman films of the late ‘70s and early ‘80s, there was most definitely something cooking between Christopher Reeve and Margot Kidder. But in the more recent wave of comic book-inspired action fare, the protagonists are so sexless they might as well be genital-free Kens and Barbies...
Where, in film, is the supposed sex-positive movement that has become part of the cultural conversation? Cable and streaming platforms have stepped into the breach with shows that don’t hold back on steamy content — think Girls, Insecure, P-Valley, Bridgerton, Game of Thrones, Euphoria and The White Lotus.
So is the dearth of grownup attitudes toward sex and sensuality on big screens a stagnant situation or a step backwards? Many would argue convincingly that it’s been that way since the late ‘90s. But it’s also conceivable that we’re in a unique perfect-storm moment, where far-right conservatism has converged with post-MeToo liberal timidity. On social media, some Gen-Z filmgoers have even questioned whether sex scenes have a place in movies. Seriously, kids, you need to get out more.
The presence of intimacy coordinators on set has no doubt helped to ensure an environment of increased safety and trust for actors, establishing essential boundaries of body autonomy. But unlike so many uninhibited European screen stars, the majority of major-name American performers remain shy about stripping down and going at it.
Witness Penn Badgley declaring his dislike of filming intimate scenes and his insistence on less sex and skin for his character in season 4 of Netflix’s You out of respect for his marriage. “That aspect of Hollywood has always been very disturbing to me,” said the actor in a Variety interview. But many of us who bemoan the shortage of full-blooded sensuality at the multiplex might wonder which Hollywood he’s talking about.'
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ingravinoveritas · 1 year ago
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nightingalecottage replied to your post "Then:…”
It’s the sequence of the events for me. GT made an inappropriate post about her kid’s bday as an excuse to brag about her sex life. The next day MS goes unleashed on xitter, with 4 posts revolving around DT, starting with liking that beautiful half naked aziracrow art and then the “i set david on fire fairly regularly” tweet. He doesn’t feel the need to brag, but he isn’t subtle. People can read this however they like, but…
The astonishing thing is that Michael's streak on Twitter (I'm sorry, I can't call it X or Xitter, it's too ridiculous) has continued today. He replied to an Aziraphale/Crowley fanart this evening, and he also responded to this:
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And there were a lot of things happening this weekend (as we saw in this post from @invisibleicewands), so the fact that he again chose to focus on David seems very telling.
This all becomes even more intriguing when you realize that he was in London this weekend, so very possibly could have been in attendance at Birdie's birthday party, which also adds some interesting potential implications to Georgia's Insta post/Michael's "I set David on fire regularly." And if he is set to remain in London for the next month or so rehearsing to play Aneurin Bevan on the West End, then regularly seems like it could take on a whole other, more literal meaning.
What you said really sums it up, though: That unlike Georgia, Michael doesn't feel the need to brag, but he's definitely not subtle about things, either. So taking all of this together--the events of the past few days, knowing Michael is London, and the probability of him seeing David--it definitely does make it difficult to not see all of this as euphemisms/coded expressions for whatever is actually going on. I guess we'll just have to see if Michael keeps tweeting/replying to tweets about David. I'm betting he does...
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indiagigoloclub · 3 months ago
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Joining an escort club in Mumbai can be a spellbinding and compensating experience in case you approach it with the right standpoint and information.
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levmemes2 · 4 months ago
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why women kill sentence starters (pt two)
starters from the episodes eight through ten of why women kill, season one. some sentences have been edited for wording and relevance. feel free to edit pronouns, wording, and similar.
"i'm afraid to meet G-d."
"i had sex with a married couple. and pretty much everyone else i ever met."
"when i do meet G-d, i'll say i did what i had to do to survive."
"just because you act classy doesn't mean you're not fucking crazy."
"i used to find that little grin charming. now it just scares the shit out of me."
"can you do that for me, [name]? can you be my brave boy?"
"i'm starting to think that we're imagining very different trips."
"i don't want to feel like your gigolo."
"i think that a part of him always resented me for managing the situation in a way that he couldn't."
"we need to conserve our energy for our male lovers."
"it turns out one of the side effects of near-constant cocaine use is a wee bit of insomnia."
"people have made me a lot of promises in my life. nobody's ever kept one before."
"what you're going to do, it's illegal."
"is that what you think? that I'm scared for myself?"
"it's good to get a little drunk before you start."
"[name] and i are a family. you are a house guest."
"i think you're a nice lady who's gotten herself in a real fucking mess."
"i would ask if everything's okay, but i don't think i'm allowed to talk to you anymore."
"i have a feeling that she's gonna do something awful."
"i've decided to break them up."
"i am not angry, not at you anyway."
"you talk like i have self-control. i'm almost embarrassed for you."
"i always knew something exciting would happen to me one day. i think this is it."
"of all the people here, you think we're the ones who lack morals?"
"he better be okay with it, or we're gonna have a problem."
"i keep hoping for a miracle. that one day everything will change."
"the only reason i think you're gonna crash and burn is because you've done it before."
"we are a family. when bad things happen, we're supposed to support each other."
"let's face it, this won't be your last wedding."
"dreams are great, but you have to be realistic."
"you should hate me for everything I've done to you."
"i know you've been busy with jail and stuff."
"how are we gonna move forward in our lives if we keep talking about what happened?"
"you're keeping the gun loaded?"
"please invite me in. this is the sort of thing we should discuss over coffee."
"G-d might not understand. but I'm sure G-d's wife will."
"the woman i'm trying to become would draw no satisfaction from this at all. fortunately, i'm not that woman just yet."
"i don't regret one moment we shared."
"i think it's time someone told you the truth."
"my love story is with you. i would choose you over a few casual hookups any day of the week."
"am i not allowed to reinvent myself?"
"i did love you. but that's because i didn't know who you really are."
"are you trying to get me drunk?"
"you are a glorious party, all by yourself."
"i'd like you to change into the red gown i bought you."
"you can't possibly imagine how important this moment is to me."
"a happy life isn't hard to come by. the trick is to not regret the choices you made along the way."
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the-sixxth-sinner · 6 months ago
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Available on AO3
Fandom(s): Mötley Crüe
Characters: Nikki Sixx
Word count: 5k
Rating: 18+
Warnings: sex work; humiliation kink; pet/puppy play; non-con; public sex
Summary: Nikki Sixx only has one thing in mind: money; and he’s willing to do anything to obtain it. That’s why he decided to become a gigolo in the Hollywood scene of the late 70s, where he will experience the most various and bizarre encounters. In this episode, Nikki is going through tough times, and he has no choice but to accept a job offer from Miss Kitty Purr, a lady with... strange hobbies.
A/N: Did I ever mention that i dont proofread a single thing i write or that i definitely didnt do enough research on this one?
EDIT: I changed the name of the character bc I felt bad about it. Although it might be too late now but whatever. there are two versions of this going around now
Nikki couldn’t remember why he accepted this job. Oh yeah, because I’m broke, he reminded himself. Apparently, there was another gigolo in town, some guy named Alex Rouge or something like that, who’s been stealing all Nikki's potential customers. Things began being tough around a month earlier, when Nikki’s phone rang less and less from clients, and more from the landlord and the utilities company, urging him to pay his bills. And he thought that by choosing this career he would’ve lived the good life. To hell with that.
He felt a tug of the leash from Kitty Purr, tonight’s patron, which interrupted his thoughts. He sighed, picking up the pace on all fours. This wasn’t the first time Nikki was on a lead for a job, but he knew that this would’ve been much worse: at least the last encounter was in a dungeon, a private place where no one could see. Tonight, however, he found himself in a nightclub, where everyone stared at him in awe – or was it disgust? – like a freak of the circus. His knees hurt like hell because of the hard, dirty pavement he was crawling on, his bare body shivered at the contact with random hands that would pet his hair, his back, his ass, but the thing that ached the most was his pride when others would call him “a cute puppy” and laughed at him.
Kitty stopped in front of a table with four people sitting around it, who greeted her with friendly hugs and smiles. She took a seat on the couch and Nikki crouched beside her on the floor.
“Hey, Kitty, I see you have company!” Said a black woman with a deep voice, pointing at Nikki.
“Oh, you mean Rover? Yeah, he’s my special guest for tonight.” Kitty casually told her. “Come here, boy!” The woman invited him to sit on her lap by patting her thighs.
With a bit of initial hesitation, Nikki obeyed, climbing up and settling down on her legs.
Kitty leaned closer to the gigolo. “These are my friends. Behave, okay?” She whispered in his ear.
“Oh, he’s so cute!” Exclaimed another one of her friends, a girl in heavy makeup, grabbing his cheek.
Nikki tried to dodge her without success, resulting in him making a grimace at the contact with her hand. Another guy reached for his face, and Nikki attempted to bite his fingers, shooting him an angry look. The man recoiled, and Nikki could’ve sworn he heard him say “Fuckin’ asshole!” even with the blaring music in the background.
“No, Rover, bad dog!” Kitty jerked the leash. “Sorry about that, he doesn’t like being touched.” She explained, caressing his head. “I. Told you. To. Behave.” She repeated in his ear, grabbing his hair, through gritted teeth.
Nikki swallowed and nodded. He never feared the consequences of his actions, but when the punisher took the form of a stern-looking drag queen, he thought it would be better to do what she wanted. It’s hard when your friends are all dickheads, though... He wanted to say.
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“Tonight we’re going to a party. I don’t like parties, but all my friends are there, so I want to bring them something to show off. That’s when you come into play.” Kitty explained to Nikki, while putting the collar and leash on him. “Tonight you’re my pet. Your name is ‘Rover’. Don’t forget that.”
Nikki nodded. “Got it.”
“Dogs don’t talk, Rover.”
“Oh, right. Sorry –”
“What did I just say?”
“I mean... Woof woof?”
Kitty lowered her eyelids, inclining her head to the side. “Almost there… You need to get more in character!”
Nikki let out a raspy, more convincing bark.
The drag queen exhaled from her nostrils with an amused expression. “Now we’re talking!”
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“Does he know any tricks?” The black girl asked, pulling Nikki away from his thoughts.
“Oh, he does. I trained him well, you know.” Kitty responded. With a gentle pat on the back, the drag queen signaled Nikki that it was the time to get off her legs. He dropped from his seat and walked to the side of the table, taking a position where everyone could see him.
“Rover, sit.” She ordered, in a calm, yet demanding voice.
Nikki didn’t move a muscle.
Kitty tugged the leash. “I said, sit.” She reiterated, through gritted teeth.
The boy was staring at her, standing on the same spot.
Kitty looked at her audience and gave them an embarrassed smile. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s getting to him.”
The drag queen leaned closer to the boy, grabbed his balls and twisted them, with a painful yelp from Nikki, who felt his legs weak, making him fall on his knees.
“Gooood boy!” Kitty kneeled and patted his head, scratching him behind the ear.
“You... bitch...” Nikki hissed as the woman got up.
“And you’re a bastard. We’re even.” Kitty sneered, grabbing his chin and touching Nikki’s lips with hers.
Nikki felt his blood seethe through his veins, resisting the urge to throw punches. No, you can’t fuck this up, you need the money! A voice told him. Resigned to the situation he got himself in, the boy clenched his fists and jaw, feeling the nails digging in the flesh and his teeth hurt, until his rage went away.
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Nikki couldn't tell if time was slowing down on purpose to make that night last even longer than it should've or if it had been actual hours since he walked into that nightclub. Ten minutes – or maybe two hours – went by, listening to Kitty and her friends yammering on about nothing, downing drink after drink while he had to stay painfully sober. It was surprising they could hold up a conversation at all with that noise in the background.
“This is my favorite song, let's go dancing!” Said the girl in heavy makeup at some point.
Everyone cheered and got up from their seats.
“Oh, I almost forgot about Rover.” Kitty turned her head towards Nikki. “Dave, would you be a darling and stay with him for a while?”
Dave, the only man of the group, who's been eyeing the boy all night, nodded more enthusiastically than Nikki would've liked.
“Sure, I'll keep him company.” The guy said, with a slimy smile on his face, as Miss Purr handed him the leash. She whispered something into Dave's ear, then he looked at Nikki and his smile widened, which sent a new discharge of terror mixed with rage down the boy's spine.
Dave finally plopped down next to Nikki, who subconsciously became stiff, tightening his shoulders as if that defense maneuver would’ve somehow saved him from that situation.
“What's wrong, Rover?” Asked the man, sipping his Piña Colada. “Aren't you having a good time?”
Nikki looked at him but didn't answer, but the clenching of his jaw was worth a million words. Mostly curse words.
“Don't give me those puppy eyes!” Dave laughed, wrapping an arm around Nikki and squeezing his shoulder, which made the boy become as rigid as a piece of wood. “What about a drink? My treat.”
“White Russian.” Mumbled Nikki. Vodka usually wasn't for him, he would've much preferred a Jack and Coke, but he thought he needed something much stronger to get through that hell, plus he wasn't paying for it, so might as well benefit from that opportunity.
“I like your style!” The other exclaimed. He then proceeded to call a waiter nearby and order the drink.
A few minutes later, the cocktail appeared in front of Nikki, who immediately picked it up from the tray and downed it in one single gulp, like if he was in a desert dying of thirst and that White Russian was the only thing that he could drink to survive, the only thing that could rescue him from that reality. The boy was so absorbed in his drink that he didn't even notice that both Dave and the waiter were staring at him in astonishment. He put down the glass, feeling his muscles immediately relax.
“Feelin' better?” Asked Dave. Nikki sensed the man wasn't asking it out of the goodness of his heart, but rather to try to slip his filthy hands into his skin-tight leather thong. Especially because Dave's fingers were now caressing Nikki's thigh.
Please, don't... The boy's heart began racing, his brain sounding the 'immediate danger' alarm, but his face and limbs didn't react to his fight-or-flight instincts. In the back of his head, he knew that if he raised even one single finger on Kitty's friend, that would've meant no money for him that night.
“You're gorgeous, you know that?” Continued the other in a flirtatious manner, bringing his face inches closer and his hand climbed up to Nikki's groin, to which the boy reflexively reacted by moving his head away.
But Dave persisted: he drew the leash towards himself and attempted to plant his lips on Nikki's, but the boy dodged him at the last second.
“I see you guys are having fun, huh?” Kitty's voice suddenly interrupted them. Nikki breathed a long sigh of relief while the other groaned in dissatisfaction. The boy didn't believe in God, but at that moment he felt like his guardian angel was really watching over him.
“Oh hey, Kitty...” Dave grumbled in disappointment. “I think Rover doesn't really like me. Do you think I can make him change his mind?”
“What's wrong, boy?” Asked Kitty gently, grabbing Nikki's chin. “Don’t you like Dave?”
Nikki shook his head, trying so hard to hold back tears.
“Oh darling, you're shaking! What did he do to you?!” The drag queen turned towards Dave, who shrugged. She roughly took him aside, making Dave lose the grip to Nikki's leash. The boy took advantage of that situation and immediately fled to the men's bathroom.
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The cold, white neon lights carried Nikki to another dimension, where everything was muffled and quieter. Surprisingly, he was the only soul in that place at that moment. He shot a glance at the mirror and saw someone who had lost the spark of innocence in his eyes. Nikki thought he never had that to begin with, but after choosing this career path he knew it was definitely gone. The boy sighed and walked to the other side of the restroom, crashing to the ground, putting his head in his hands. It's fine, it's fine, it's fine... He kept repeating to himself. Man up, Sixx. You've been through worse. Man up, you whiner!
“Fuck!” He raised his watery eyes to the heavens and shouted to no one, out of frustration, his fingers shaky. The word echoed against the walls of the room and of his mind.
Right at that moment, he heard the sound of water flushing in one of the stalls, and a dude popped out of it. Great, now I'm gonna be made fun of for crying like a girl in the bathroom.
The guy let out a yelp in surprise. “Shit, you scared me! I didn't hear you comin' in!”
Nikki raised his gaze, but didn't say anything.
The stranger, who had long, unkept red hair, a stubble, big brown sparkly eyes and a sprinkle of freckles all over his body, frowned in preoccupation. He had two big scars under his pierced nipples, and was wearing nothing but a pair of leather shorts, fingerless gloves and a studded collar. “Are you okay, dude?”
“No.” The boy mumbled. “No, I'm not.”
The redhead advanced towards Nikki, slowly, like when you're afraid to startle a wild animal. “Got too much to drink?” He raised an eyebrow.
“If anything, I'm too sober for this shit.” Sighed the other.
The stranger burst out laughing. “Oh man, that must be torture! Everyone's drunk and high as tits here!”
“Yeah... You have no idea.” Muttered Nikki, finding the tiles of the bathroom wall very interesting all of a sudden.
“Maybe I can offer you a drink to make this night better for you.” The other boy said, extending his hand.
Nikki looked at him, doubtful.
“Oh, come on. Nobody deserves to be crying in the corner on a night like this.” He smiled. “My name is Romeo.”
Nikki finally reached out and shook Romeo's hand before the latter helped him get up on his feet. “Rover.”
“Is that your real name?”
“Yes. For tonight, at least.” Nikki opened the sink, cupped his hands under the water and washed his face.
Romeo shrugged and did the same, putting the water in his mouth and spitting it soon after. “Where's your master?” He asked, apparently out of the blue.
“What?”
“Your leash.” Romeo nodded at it.
Nikki looked down, realizing he was still wearing it. “Oh yeah...” He picked it up in his hands to measure its weight. “Guess I am a stray, now.” Even Nikki himself seemed surprised by the gloominess with which he added that last sentence. By that time, he had discovered a lot of things about himself since he started working as a gigolo, that he wasn't sure he was proud of but learned to deal with, like his bisexuality or his humiliation kink. But pet play? He didn't know about that.
“Maybe I can be your master for tonight.” Romeo's words snapped Nikki back to reality.
The boy turned his head towards the redhead. “Aren't you a pet as well?”
“Well... yeah, but me and my mistress just broke up, so I can do whatever I want now. But what matters is, do you want it?”
Nikki took a moment to reflect. Romeo was the only person there who showed him empathy, so how bad could've been at his service for a while? Plus he was pretty hot, too. Yet, he couldn't accept, for he was technically in service for someone else already. “Sorry, I can't. I need to find my mistress, she must be worried about me at this point.” He said in the end, shaking his head.
Romeo sighed, visibly disappointed. “I see...”
A pause.
“Could I at least buy you a drink, while we look for her?” Romeo apparently didn't have any shame. Nikki should've expected it, though.
The other boy nodded and smiled, after a moment. “Gladly.”
“So, why are you here?” Asked Romeo, before taking a sip of his Jack and Coke.
Nikki imitated him. “Work.”
The redhead almost choked on his drink. “You do this for a living?!” He blurted out in a hoarse voice.
The other nodded. “I’m a gigolo.”
“Oh!” Romeo arched his eyebrows.
"Uh, yeah." Nikki's brows furrowed. "I thought you'd know about me. I have quite the reputation around here."
"I moved to LA not too long ago, I'm from San Francisco." Romeo explained. “But I bet you get so much business.” He added, smirking.
Nikki’s lips curved in a smile askew across his face, his eyes wandering away from Romeo’s eyes. “Well,” he said in the end, “it’s good money, but it’s a high-risk job.”
“But if anything, that’s what makes it worth it, right? High risk for a high reward!”
“Yeah, but you never know what kind of freaks you’ll meet. So far I’ve worked for cheaters, mistresses and masters, cuckolds... you name it. I try to keep an open mind but hell, sometimes it’s hard to even realize what you just stumbled upon.” Nikki swallowed a big gulp of his Jack and Coke.
The redhead's eyes widened in wonder. "That sounds fun as hell!" He grinned. “Maybe I should do that too.”
“I don't know if I would recommend it.” Said Nikki, after sipping on his cocktail. “People might take advantage of you.” He meant it as a genuine warning, but it was also his way to say to stay out of his territory.
“Believe it or not,” Said Romeo before downing the rest of the alcohol, “I kinda want people to take advantage of me. Especially if they're pretty.” His eyebrows arched and a smirk crossed his face as he added the last part.
Nikki looked at him with his head inclined on the side, while his brow frowned. “Y'know what, maybe we're not so different after all.” He said in the end, with an amused smile in his face, thinking about the mistress that hired him just to use him as a toy, about six weeks ago. In hindsight, that experience with her made him realize that in bed, he was down to do anything that would've pleased his partner, and if that meant to be taken advantage of, being used or denigrated, so be it, if the partner was so attractive to him that they were holding him on a choke hold. A thought about Dave fluctuated in his brain, but he dismissed it, telling himself that context was different: not only Nikki wasn't attracted to that man, but also he wasn't feeling like it at that moment.
Romeo laughed as well. He sounded hoarse, yet boyish, like if he was a teenager trapped in a twenty-five-year-old's body. Nikki couldn't get enough of it.
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Nikki and Romeo downed a few more drinks, spending the time talking and laughing at increasingly stupid jokes. Nikki had totally forgotten about searching for his patron and Romeo seemed to have buried the memory of his ex mistress as well. They often exchanged fleeting looks and their lips would get so close they could feel each other's alcohol breaths on their faces, but only for fractions of seconds at a time.
“Y'know, I like you, Rover.” Slurred Romeo, completely wasted. “If that even is your real name!” The redhead burst out laughing, giving Nikki a pat on the back.
The other boy, just as shitfaced, giggled as well, putting his arm around Romeo's neck. “If you like me so much,” he mumbled, “why don't you marry me, huh?”
They looked at each other for a moment, then they both snorted and laughed their asses off.
They exchanged gazes again. Romeo gently touched Nikki's cheek with his warm fingers, which sent an electric shock down his whole body.
Nikki got closer, until he touched Romeo's lips with his.
Soon the kiss evolved into making out, biting, hands wandering. Romeo pulled Nikki closer by wrapping his left arm around his waist and his right arm under his knee, kissing and biting his chest and stomach.
Nikki, who completely abandoned himself at the mercy of Romeo, let him do anything he wanted to his body, moaning and giggling at every contact of the redhead's teeth and lips with his skin. Nikki was going more and more brain-dead, just enjoying whatever Romeo was doing to him, drowned in pleasure. There was something really freeing about that situation...
Romeo reached Nikki's groin.
The two boys exchanged gazes.
“Are you sure you wanna do it?” Asked Nikki, in a brief moment of lucidity.
Romeo shrugged, smirking. “Everyone's fucking, here. Let's give these people a good show, huh?”
Nikki let out a chuckle before grabbing Romeo's hair and pushing his head against his crotch. The redhead promptly pulled the thong to the side with his teeth and began worshipping Nikki's cock, by kissing and licking it first, then by putting it in his mouth.
Things quickly got messy and sloppy, as Romeo went down on Nikki with more and more enthusiasm and fervor, encouraged by the boy's yelps and moans, while the grip on his hair got tighter, until Nikki's warmth spilled out in Romeo's throat. Finally, Romeo raised his head, with a cheeky grin on his face.
Nikki beckoned the other with his finger to come closer. The redhead took his time to kiss and lick Nikki's torso until he reached his lips.
Once again, they quickly became more insistent with their tongues and teeth, grinding on each other. Nikki's hand slipped under Romeo's shorts. His eyes widened, visibly confused.
“Oh yeah, about that, uh... Sorry, but I forgot to tell you – ” Romeo's face became as red as his hair.
Nikki shushed him with a kiss. “It's whatever man, don't worry about it.” He said gently, caressing his cheek. “I haven't told you my real name either, so we're even.” He added.
“Well... What's your name then?”
“Nikki.”
“Nikki?” Repeated Romeo, puzzled.
The other boy nodded. “Kinda girlish I know, but we all have our secrets don't you think?”
“That's hot.” Smirked Romeo. “Maybe we really aren't so different after all.”
They got back to kissing, while Nikki's hand undid Romeo's pants as if it had a mind of its own. Two fingers slipped inside, making Romeo groan.
“Fuck, babe” Breathed Nikki, “you're soaking!”
Romeo simply let out a childlike laugh, followed by a yelp caused by Nikki pushing him down on the seat, pulling down his shorts and burying his face between his legs.
Nikki stayed there for an indefinite amount of time, furiously lapping and sucking on his heat, barely noticing that a small crowd was beginning to gather around them, completely inebriated by Romeo's moans. He felt a tug on his hair, which made him go down on Romeo even more aggressively. After a short while, Romeo sprayed his juices all over Nikki's face. Immediately after that, the redhead shoved the boy away and straddled him, rubbing his crotch against Nikki's, as their audience cheered him on.
Nikki, who began realizing what was happening, took a look around. Where the hell do all these people come from?! He shot a glance at Romeo, who didn't seem to mind all those pairs of eyes watching them, but the redhead must've noticed that Nikki's tension was rising, because he leaned towards him and kissed his cheek gently.
“What's wrong?” Asked Romeo playfully. “Performance anxiety?”
“I mean... It could be since the whole club is watching us.”
“It's very easy to please them, actually. Here, I'll show you.” Romeo pushed his tongue inside Nikki's mouth.
The boy, on the other hand, pulled his lover closer, the only thing at that moment that prevented him from thinking too much about how absurd that whole situation was to him.
Romeo didn't waste any time and pushed Nikki inside of him, winking at the people, who went wild. “You feel so good, baby.” He whimpered in Nikki's ear.
It was at that instant that Nikki's brain turned to mush and stopped caring about everything that wasn't having sex with Romeo. Something about how desperate he sounded drove him crazy. He grabbed the redhead by the waist and forced himself even further inside, which made Romeo throw his head back and emit a sound similar to a hound in heat.
They began thrusting, grinding, bouncing against each other, as their breaths grew shorter and their moans became louder. Romeo was completely out of it: he had his tongue out and his eyes rolled back, emitting groans that quickly transformed into proper barks. He took the phrase 'animalistic sex' to a whole other level, which Nikki found strangely arousing, to the point, in fact, of joining him with a guttural sound resembling a howl. Some couples from the crowd started kissing and touching each other, while another guy forced himself into Romeo's mouth, joined soon after by someone else whom the redhead began jerking off. Others instead, would slap him, play with his piercings or pet his hair, calling him names. This brought him to become tighter and wetter around Nikki, to the point of having another leg-shaking orgasm, squirting all over the place.
Nikki wanted to cum inside Romeo so bad at that moment, that he pushed the redhead and flipped him on his back. The boy pulled his lover's legs up and spread his cheeks, finding out that his ass had already been used that night.
“You're such a whore, y'know that?” He grinned. “You're worse than me!”
Romeo, who was face down on the sofa, let out a giggle.
Nikki made out with Romeo's holes for a bit while touching himself, then, he slowly slid his cock inside Romeo's ass. He dug his nails on Romeo's skin, groaning, then he quickly picked up the pace, pounding against Romeo like a piston, making him whine louder and louder with every thrust. Nikki couldn't get enough of that, it was the best sex he ever had in a long while. He needed this. He grabbed Romeo by the hair, forcing him to arch his back until Nikki could reach his ear. “You feel so fucking good.” He whispered, before moving his mouth to Romeo's shoulder blade.
Nikki's head started to feel dizzy and that meant one thing: he was close. A pleasant, tingling feeling went through his body as he finally ejected his load inside Romeo, and only after that, he slowed down, allowing himself and his lover to catch their breath. “C'mere.” He beckoned the redhead before their tongues united again.
That's when Nikki felt someone's lips pressing against his neck from the back and a pair of hands caressing his body. Normally this would've freaked him out, but the touch was warm and somewhat comforting. Then, the sweet smell of a woman's perfume invaded his nostrils.
Nikki turned his gaze. “Kitty? I'm sorry, I –”
The drag queen shushed him placing a finger in front of his lips. “Aw, it's okay. Although... You should call me next time you plan on having fun. I don't like being left out.”
“Is there anything I can do to be forgiven?” He asked, flashing his best smile.
She smirked, forcefully opening Nikki's mouth with her thumb, which he proceeded to suck on. He was completely consumed by lust at that point, so much in fact, that he didn't even flinch when he noticed Miss Purr's bulge under her skirt. He didn't even hesitate to put it in his mouth.
“That's my good boy...” Murmured Kitty, her head thrown back, with a lustful smile on her face.
Romeo soon joined in the fun, licking and sucking and making out with Nikki, making a show both for Kitty and for the last remaining watchers. The majority, in fact, either lost interest or went on and had sex right then and there or in the bathroom. But Nikki, Romeo and Kitty weren't inconspicuous to the eyes of security, who had to kick them out of the club, along with everyone who was around them.
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“Well,” commented Kitty while brushing her clothes, “that didn't go as planned.”
Nikki, on the other hand, felt guilty for the first time in his life. He didn't say anything, just diverted his eyes and scratched the back of his head.
“Why the long face, honey?” She asked, cupping his chin.
“I don't know, I...” Nikki sighed. “I'm sorry for ruining it for everyone. I should've stayed there and –”
“Do you really think it would've ended differently?” Kitty arched an eyebrow, in an amused expression. “It's my fault, really, I shouldn't have left you with that creep. I'm sorry.” She added in the end, gently.
Nikki looked at her, staying silent.
Kitty pulled out some money from her purse and placed it on the boy's hand, squeezing it between hers. “Here, take this both as an apology and for exceeding my expectations. I haven't had this much fun in a while, even though it didn't last long. But” she shrugged, “you can't always have everything in life, don't you think?”
Nikki looked down at the dollar bills on his hand, counting five pieces of a hundred. He turned his gaze to Miss Purr. “Thank you.” He smiled.
The drag queen placed her hand on his shoulder, curving her lips as well. “You're a good boy, Nikki. Maybe we can pick this up later, what do you think?”
He nodded. “Gladly.”
As he watched Kitty go, someone gave him a pat on the back.
“Hell of a night, huh?” Said the stranger, whose voice Nikki recognized as Romeo's.
Nikki arched his eyebrows. “You could say that.”
“Listen,” Romeo walked in front of Nikki, to look at him in the eyes. “I just wanted to say... I haven't felt this good in a long while with someone. What if we – ”
“Could see each other again? Absolutely.” Nikki interrupted him.
Romeo's brows arched, his eyes sparkling, his lips curving into a smile. “Woah, man.” He sighed in relief. “I thought you'd never say yes.”
“I live not too far from here, actually.” Said Nikki. “We can get there right now, and in the meantime I can show you around, since you're new here.”
Romeo nodded enthusiastically.
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Back at the apartment complex, the two entered Nikki's room.
“Welcome to my humble abode, Romeo.” Nikki bowed theatrically. “Make yourself at home. Mi casa es tu casa!”
Romeo thanked him and took a quick look around, then plopped on the couch. “You got a nice thing goin' here!”
The other boy shrugged, as he joined Romeo on the sofa. “It's something, y'know.”
“You're doing better than I am, for sure.” Romeo affirmed. “I don't even have a home at the moment.” He added casually.
Nikki blinked in surprise.
“It's whatever man, don't worry about me.” Romeo smiled bitterly.
“Do you wanna crash here for tonight?” Asked Nikki without hesitation.
A pause.
“I insist.” The boy added, going closer to the redhead.
Romeo turned his head to the side, as to evaluate the offer. “If it's not a problem for you –”
“No way in hell it is, don't worry.” Reassured Nikki, squeezing the redhead's shoulder, his gaze intense.
Romeo stared at him for a moment, then he placed his hand on the other's, and his lips curved slightly. “Thank you.”
The phone rang the next late morning.
Nikki got up from the bed, stretched his back, rubbed his eyes, and ran to answer.
“Hello? ...Yes, it's Nikki...” His voice still croaky and encrusted by sleep. “Oh, of course... In an hour? Sure – Oh, okay. See you later, then.” He hung up.
Nikki shot a glance at Romeo: he was still sleeping in his bed.
The boy took a quick shower, brushed his teeth and put on some random clothes he had laying around.
Before going, he tore a page of his notebook and scribbled something on it, leaving it on the table along with his spare apartment keys. He looked at Romeo one last time and sighed; then, he walked out: it was time to go to work.
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bettyfrommars · 11 months ago
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Just some ramblings about I'm on Fire below the cut
Finishing up this series has me on a little journey down memory lane
Sometimes I think about the earlier chapters when I mentioned biker Eddie putting a second condom on, and a reader thought he was wearing them both at the same time, so they got unhinged in the comments telling me that's not how it's done 🥹
I also think it's funny that the only real "hate" I've ever received here in this fandom (not even hate really, more negative feedback) had to do with biker Eddie having sex with other women besides reader before they were together. Yet, my most popular fic to date was about Eddie being a literal escort/gigolo lmaoo.
Only that small handful of readers who found the first chapter the day I posted it back in early April will know that there was a very graphic, filthy sex scene between Eddie and someone other than reader, but I edited it out the next day. Even though I tagged properly for it, I wasn't really following the "rules" for reader insert fanfiction. When I tell you I had no idea what I was doing, I mean it 😅
A cutting room floor bit for this series is that, in my initial headcanon for biker Eddie, he had two fingers missing on his left hand (ring & pinky) from an accident where a car fell from the lift at the garage. He lived the authentic biker life with sex, drugs, rock n' roll on the regular. Not so much drugs, though, because he still had to run a business, but partying and debauchery went on around him constantly. He was also in a motorcycle accident that tore off part of his ear and left a scar on his cheek and his eye a bit droopy.
But, in the end, I didn't want to put him through all that. Plus, it's hard for me to write Eddie without making him the soft, yet complicated, sweetheart that he is. Also, I felt like the plans I had to show "real" biker life might've scared too many people off or made them uncomfortable.
Biker Steve was never meant to be more than a passing character, someone only briefly mentioned now and then. My god, could you imagine this story without biker Steve?? Sometimes I forget that he had sex with Katie 🫡 If I ever rewrite this, he will be a much bigger part from the beginning, as will his life with Robin and Oliver.
This is all so random, but I love you all for reading and caring and asking questions about the boys. Building this world with you has been such a blast.
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sketchfanda · 9 months ago
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A Little Moxxie Love:Coco & Apple Pie
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The living world and hell had more in common besides the latter being just a borderline shittier version of the former. Case in point being they had their stereotypes and it’d be 5050 whether of them were proven true or not. For example that all succubi and incubi were walking sex machines who had little to no trouble getting laid on a regular business. That right there was absolute bullshit to say the very least.
In the case of one of the resident couple units in the personal entourage of Verosika Mayday, Coco and Apple? It was the fact that being how they were, they were as happy as they were together as they were also in enjoying the sexual company of a man together. But of course that meant they had standards when it came to the kind of guys they slept with, and outside of targets to feast on the human world like all those drug and booze addled morons in the living world, quality dicks in the demon world were hard to come by. Size sure but the personality was a different matter altogether entirely.
Such was the lament currently boring the two lovers out of their minds as they tried to relax in their personal van, a lovely little mode of transport they called the Bang Van for obvious reasons. Nursing their drinks as they idly passed time after a recent unsuccessful hunt by watching the video of their boss lady’s hot as fuck threesome with those two imps who worked for her ex. Nothing soothed the itch but made them thirst for action more than seeing that little snowball possum called Moxxie rock Verosika’s world, reminding them hey really needed to get around to having a slice of that action. That was if they could find the little dude, you think the fact their offices were next door would make it easier to encounter the guy but there was always something, timing and circumstance could be such a bitch sometimes.
Apple:”Damn I think I can count how many times he’s blown his load by now…..most guys went limp from just a handjob once…”*Coco’s ponytailed blonde girlfriend quipped as she sipped her coffee. Her mood souring recalling some of their epic fails that couldn’t even qualify as decent lays or worthwhile conquests. Like the guy who’d holler ‘I win, I win!!’ If he came first or that one guy who cried when asking was it good for you. And that was just the living world of course to say nothing of the disappointments in hell, which only made Moxxie stick out to them as one of a kind.*
Coco:”Seriously I heard a rumour the brand M toy from Ozzie’s factory was based on him. Tempting as it is, I think it’d just make us want the real thing even more….”*They’d heard Milky and Kiki had managed to get lucky with the little dude too, lucky bitches. Small wonder if the little dude wasn’t in any more demand, he’d make more of a killing as a gigolo instead of a hitman. The Afro haired succubus blinking, almost doing a spit-take with her coffee as she nudged her girlfriend to look where she was looking, how’d that phrase go? Speak of the devil and all that….*
the pair widened their eyes before they began sporting some very eager, sinister grins as they saw none other than the object of their lust walking by just across the street. Carrying a box filled with office supplies as he was no doubt in his way back from some errand for that wise-ass if a boss who somehow used to date Verosika once upon a time, how and why was a mystery. But for the sweet pair, they knew opportunity when they saw it and right now it was a sweet little snowball possum who clearly looked like he needed some stress relief. Chugging down their coffees as they strapped their belts and revved the engine, it was party time!!
Moxxie of course was yet unaware of the danger he was about to wind up in, the oh so sexually thirsty danger of course as he adjusted the box in his hands. Leave it to his employer to remember last minute that they needed to restock the office supplies it wasn’t like paper and staples magically came out of thin air!! And of course he just had to draw the short straw and be the one to make the run, but ah well least soon as he got back he could look forward to a quickie with Millie, assuming Loona didn’t pounce first. So lost in thiught was our fave freckled imp boi thst he didn’t notice a fan screech to a halt as it pulled over beside him, the side door opening as two pairs of arms reached out to grab and pull him right in, slamming shut as it drove and parked away into a cozy little private alley that just so happened to be behind the imp city branch of the Consent club.
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Before Moxxie could even comprehend just what had happened, he found himself laying on a mattress with two sets of lips and tongues on his own. Coco and Apple caressing his face with a passionate, sloppy three way kiss, making out with the sweet little possum as they worked on undressing him as they threw aside his cute little bow tie followed by a shirt and coat. His now exposed torso being massaged as their tongues continued to dance in the air with his in a sloppy spitswapping game of tonsil hockey before they ceased their sensual assault. Looking at him with their lust filled eyes as they purred and giggled at how overwhelmed he seemed, his brain no doubt just catching up on what was going on.
Moxxie:*Soon as Moxx.exe rebooted, the freckled sweetheart shot the horny couple a deadpan glance. His tone even as he began assessing his situation.*”Let me guess, you like me, You want me, and this can either go the easy way or the hard way?” *The kinky couple nodded, giggling that he just seemed so adorable in spite of his situation. Cute looks, hung like a hellhound and fucks like a god, what a keeper.*”Bring it on….”
As soon as he said that, the succubus girlfriends made to do just that as they grasped his pants by the waistband, boxers and all. Pulling them down and away to look at awe upon his length and girth as it stood stiff and pulsing with desire and arousal. Small wonder his wife was so kinky or that the boss lady was so addicted as the 2 girlfriends wasted no time in assaulting the object of their lust with all their sexual skill and pleasure. Grasping it in their silky hands as they stroked it, their sharp teeth bared with lusty smiles as they commenced with their long awaited two on one feast.
Naturally the van was soon rocking and shaking outside as groans and moans of ecstasy could be heard within its interior. Moxxie was no stranger to threesomes with two women let alone lesbian couples but a succubus pair like Apple and Coco was a leave all their own. The sweet little possum shuddering as the duo performed a tag team blowjob on his cock, drowning it in their saliva as they assaulted it with licks and kisses. Taking turns sucking and blowing on it before making out with it between them, tongues dancing with intimacy before they looked at him with those lust filled eyes to make it clear they were just getting started.
So now the van was really rocking as the succubus girlfriends stripped themselves naked, wasting no time in wanting thst alpha male imp cock inside of them. Taking turns with one riding him cowgirl style as the other sat on his face to have him eat them out, deepthroated moans escaping them as they were filled by a very gifted tongue and one very prime set of length and girth. But of course Moxxie wasn’t one to just lay back and let such a spicy pair do all the work as they would soon get it doggy style or in missionary while eating out their lover. Inches of red hot, pussy pounding, womb hammering infernal heaven jackhammering away and filling them up with every ounce of baby batter contained within those golf ball sized sacks of his.
But of course much to their delight and well exceeded expectations, the sweet freckled possum was their boss’ favourite boy toy for a reason. Having not just the size and skill but the stamina and staying power to boot as they kept going more than an energizer bunny. The back of the van’s interior a sea of crimson and pink bodies moving about in a tangle of limbs as they shifted from numerous combinations of two on one to having turns one on one, Coco and Apple just feeling themselves falling in love with one another all over again. Just Something about seeing their faces in the throes of of passion and ecstasy as Moxxie plowed away like the sex machine he was, was just pornographically romantic.
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Naturally that love was also extending to their new favourite little shortstack stud who hasn’t just lived up to their expectations but went well above and beyond them. How could they not when he was more concerned about their pleasure rather than just his own, such a chivalrous gentlemen even when it came to sex? Minutes into hours went by with some in the Consent club wondering if they could hear the sounds in the van parked outside their back alley. Most just chalked it up as folks in the private rooms just getting really rowdy and frisky of course.
Oh if someone had bothered to look into it, they would've gotten quite a show if they dared to look inside that van. But their loss was a gain privacy and intimacy for Coco and Apple, as the Van's rocking had ceased. The pair snuggled and spooning up against their sweet little dude, making him the filling in their succubus sandwich as they they basked in the afterglow of their threesome marathon. No about it, the little guy passed with flying colors and they had just about maybe the best lay of their hellborn life.
A lay that sure as Hell wasn't going to be a one time thing, they took to leaving their contact details on paper scrap in Moxxie's pocket, after which they took the courtesy to drop him back off at his and Milie's place after checking his address on his ID in his wallet. Millie answering their knocks on the door to find the sexy pair deposit her husband into her arms as her sweet hubby snugged up adorably against her. The wrath shortstack surprised before shooting a knowing look and smile at Coco and Apple who simply shot back some winks as they made some call me gestures. Making their departure back to their bang van as they drove off back to their studio, ready to share some juicy details in their having joined the I heart and banged Moxxie fanclub.
For some sex demons, finding a decent lay in either Hell or the living world was a pain in the ass. But hey maybe that's why God arranged to have Moxxie be born because God only knows, even succubi need themselves a good man. And they don't get much good or better than that sweet little possum. How sweet it is....
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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls- Season 2, Episode 16, "There's The Rub", aka a Masterpiece of Gilmore-dom, AKA Lorelai Gilmore Is Safely Contained In Another Location, AKA Jess Rory And Paris Eat Together And All Is Right With The World-Part 1
Let's just jump right into this absolute masterpiece. This 45 minutes of bliss. This triumph of GilmoreDom that even Dean Forrester can't ruin. (PS-Don't forget to check all of the previous episodes I've recapped! You can find them in my pinned post).
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Yeah okay. The point of this construction was supposed to be for Jess to have a seperate space for himself, right? But this never happens. So why are we doing this again? This poor kid had to sleep on the floor next to Luke and Lorelai when she stayed over. Lorelai told Rory "your boyfriend snores." Tragically Lorelai was closer to sleeping with Jess than Rory ever was.
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I hope one of them was Forrester. Perhaps God was trying to smite him and he failed, but hey, try try again right?
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1:11 into the episode and I'm already grinning like an idiot. Emily calls Lorelai. "Would you like a gift certificate for a weekend at the spa?" TAKE IT TAKE IT TAKE IT TAKE IT TAKE IT Emily uses advanced manipulation techniques on Lorelai to trick her into accepting a mother daughter weekend at the spa and I couldn't be more proud of Emily.
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Me too, Emily. Me too.
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I'm not saying Lorelai deserves an injurous chunk of concrete falling on her head (I reserve most of my grave injury/ death wishes for Dean), but a small DOINK or KABONK would have been satisfying to watch.
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A shirt that just repeats "yoga kills" over and over is one of Lorelai's more interesting fashion choices. Per the post-opening credits, this s also a Madelyn & Louise episode? How can it get any better? Lorelai is carefully organizing her spa itninerary while Rory declares her plans to stay in for the night, order take out, watch movies and go to bed early. Lorelai is insistent that Rory throws a rager in her absence. With who, exactly? I mean this in the kindest, gentlest way possible: Rory has no friends ( besides Lane, who I suppose has demonstrated her ability to slip out of her room un-noticed and attend wild parties on multiple occasions, should I give her partial credit here?) When you think about it, these are the only true, solid, non-frenemy, non-annoying hangers on (like Logan's "friends"), non-sexually tense friend pairs on Gilmore Girls: Lane and Rory Lorelai and Sookie Miss Patty & Babette. Welp that's it. GIlmore Girls teaches us an important lesson: If you have a penis, you're not allowed to have any friends (who you aren't trying to fuck).
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17 years old, but already speaking like a true geriatric Millennial from the later 2000's. I heartily salute your low key lifestyle, Rory Gilmore. You do you, and don't listen to your mother.
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"Haven't you ever seen the movie Risky Business? I don't mean you have to start a prostitution ring, but maybe an illegal casino or something." Well, if Rory wanted to start a prostitution ring, I know a teenage gigolo who can call some people and make it happen. L: Why is (Emily) honking? She hates honking.
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Rory's Inner Monologue: "I know,I was there."
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The chariot that will whisk Lorelai away to a secondary location so Rory can have a night of freedom from her insane mother. Maybe not freedom from three other people imposing their time on her against her wishes, but hey, no Lorelai!
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One of my favorite parts of Gilly Girls is the 36 year old Chilton extras who have wives and 3 kids to get home to after chemistry class. Paris Geller's world crumbles when she discovers she recieved an A-Minus on her chemistry test. Since Madelyn and Louise won't give up their Friday Night Fuck Dates to help her study, Paris turns to her wife for help. After much badgering, Rory gives in and agrees to spend the entirety of the following week helping Paris study but declines for that evening, because Rory really needs to be alone, and just BE.
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"A whole week of studying with Rory Gilmore. Ugh. I GUESS that's okay. I GUESS that doesn't make my nether regions flutter in anticipation or anything."
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On top of the caffiene withdrawls, Emily re-arranged Lorelai's careful planning which was supposed to ensure she was seperated from Emily for the majority of the trip, so now all of their spa treatments are going to be in tandem! Lorelai's disappointments and caffiene withdrawls are like chicken soup for my soul. Ahhh! Okay, fine, Lorelai is pretty tolerable, even enjoyable to watch in this episode, but she's built up so much of whatever the opposite of goodwill is (badwill?) that it's hard for me to let go for one episode and not just snark on her constantly. A girl's gotta snark.
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Emily and Taylor Doose were the OG Karens. Did anyone just feel a sudden chill?
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AHH! You idiots, you have GOT to stop scaring me like that. Having to see Rory and Dean make out and then having to hear Rory pretend that it actually turned her on is another form of unthinkkable torture outlawed by the Geneva Convention. Rory's sexual experiences really went Dean Forrester, Logan, ????? (mystery 10 years), then Logan again. I hope there was something in between Logan and Logan, for I fear this poor thing has never had an orgasm in her life. Maybe Jess snuck in there somewhere after their initial breakup. Paris maybe? Ditch em all and buy a nice vibrator is what I say. Anything that would unbleach my eyes.
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*to the tune of Unbreak My Heart by Toni Braxton* Unbleaach my eyeeesss....don't ever do it AGAAIIIN... Un-do this shit that caused me to claw at my brain and want to rip out my eyes...
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If I had a nickel for every time AmyShermanPalladino flip-flopped between making Dean a Nerd or a Jock, I would have many nickels. Frankly, my dear Amy, we know he doesn't know how to read, play sports, or kiss a girl, so just knock it off already. The makeout session lasts an ungodly long amount of time (about another 10 seconds) because he insists on stopping to talk to her 3 words at a time between each torturous application of his lips to hers. I swear I'm going to make a Gilmore Girls Bingo Card and here's a space I'd add to the card: "Dean makes a suggestion for something HE wants to do, not taking Rory's time, feelings, or interest in said thing into consideration, Rory is not able to express just how deeply she does not want to be involved in the Thing, and then Dean goes "WHAT" when she hesitates and then manipulates her into doing the Thing against her wishes, or he offers her a terrible compromise that benefits her in no way whatsoever" This is the second episode in a row where this exact thing happened and probably like, the fourth time total. Dean trying to seduce/ interest Rory in a couple of minutes of awkward groping: "So tonight (SLORP) I was thinking (SLORP) since your mother's gonna be gone (SLORP) I could come over."
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We have Oh. What? I repeat, Oh. What? has achieved liftoff. Your shitty manipulation tactics and slorping on Rory's face cannot bring me down, Forrester. Not in There's The Rub. Not gonna happen. Bring on Jess and Paris.
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I await Dean Forrester's reasonable and measured response.
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"You're right Dean Forrester, silly me, I dont know why I would ever consider spending a single minute of my time with anyone but you. Thus far you have given me no reason to avoid you like Covid-19, even though I don't know what that is."
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The Butthead was too stunned to speak. Poor Rory has to EXPLAIN to Dean why she would ever entertain the idea of spending one night by herself. They should show Gilmore Girls in high school sex ed classes as an example of unhealthy dating relationships. I swear. I'm going to publish this Part 1 a little prematurely as I'm leaving for the afternoon and I may as well throw it up, much like the lunch Rory will throw up after making out with Dean. Part 2 soon.
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