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Fairytale of New York
Summary: A tired, pathetic puppy wanders into your diner on Christmas Eve. Things...escalate.
Pairing: Llewyn Davis from Inside Llewyn Davis x f!reader who wants what she wants
Word Count: 2.2k
Content: nsfw, mdni, language, mentions of past mistreatment, talk of contraception, gun but no violence, oral -f and m rec., not beta'd
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Bone-weary.
Your grandmother used to say it.
The man in front of you looked deep-in-his-bones, forlornly, kicked-puppy exhausted.
Which was a feat in and of itself, seeing how you were surrounded this evening by hungry, homeless people, and he was definitely the most handsome one by far.
Chocolate curls tumbled effortlessly across his forehead. His dark beard was kempt - not the fuzzy, matted mess of the men around him.
At first glance, you wondered if he was here to order a regular meal or volunteer. He almost looked put-together enough.
But he sighed - a bone-weary, defeated, groaning sigh.
"Cold night," you commented, noticing how he struggled to create even the tiniest spark of warmth from his corduroy blazer and wool scarf. He seemed to try and make himself smaller, as if willing the too-thin layers of fabric to truly envelop him.
"No shit," he fired back, clenching his fingerless glove around the handle of his guitar case. Noticing your look of slight amusement, he sighed, tiredly. "Sorry. Long night. Wondering if I could get some coffee?"
"Sure thing," you nodded past him to an empty two-top, offering him a warm smile.
Your boss Sal was a hard ass with a heart of gold. On Christmas Eve, anyone could eat free from ten to midnight at this fine dining establishment where you earned your measly paycheck.
You were living the dream - serving diner tables. But Sal was good to you and the other guys and gals you called coworkers - granting holiday bonuses and sometimes, you could swear he beefed up your tips at the end of the night. Just a couple dollars here or there, but it helped.
You returned to the pathetic puppy of a man with a fresh, hot cup of coffee. "Want something to eat? Everything's on the house tonight."
One eyebrow shot up curiously. "Free? You're serious."
"It's Christmas Eve," you said mysteriously, wiggling your fingers as if casting a spell. "Sal's got a soft spot for people who need a hot meal and got nowhere to go."
Kicked Puppy nodded, his eyes momentarily flickering up and down your body.
"So, what'll it be, handsome? You want something to warm you up besides that coffee? Or do you have a pressing holiday engagement?"
Narrowing his tired, dark eyes, he looked like he was trying to come up with a clever reply, but ultimately let out a defeated, bitter-ish chuckle. "Got friends, but...every one of them's pissed at me. On my own tonight."
He shrugged helplessly. "I guess I'm kind of an asshole sometimes."
Wagging your finger, you went along with him, playfully. "I could tell that about you, right when you walked in. I took one look and thought, 'that guy is definitely an asshole. Probably shouldn't serve him.'"
He almost chuckled, but it was a weak laugh at best.
"Bowl of chili sound good? Or...I have chicken noodle, or a hamburger. Not much left in the kitchen," you offered.
A few minutes later, Mr. Handsome Kicked Puppy sipped his bowl of chili while you finished up with your other customers. A few of the homeless guys liked to flirt with you, but they were pretty harmless.
Everyone knew not to cross Sal and his employees anyway.
You noticed Kicked Puppy's gaze fixed on you, so you made your way back over and checked to see if he needed a refill.
"I'm good," he waved you off, but something made you linger. Probably the fact that he was kind of beautiful.
"You a singer?" You prodded, nodding to his guitar case.
He made a face - seemed to be a sore spot for him, but concurred. "Sang across the street tonight. You ever been?"
Peering out the window, you read the club's neon sign. "No, but I always wanted to. What kind of music?"
"The only kind," he shrugged.
You motioned to the spot across from him. "Mind if I sit a minute? Feet are killing me. Promise I won't ask you to sing."
He leaned back, folding his arms over his chest, eyeing you curiously. "Oh, you won't?"
"'Course not," you smiled, waving your hand dismissively. "Everyone knows musicians hate that. It's like...your living. You can't just sing for free."
His eyebrows shot up as he leaned in. "You're mocking me..."
"No," you laughed. "I'm serious. It would be like someone asking me to serve drinks at a party without paying me." You motioned around you. "Not much of a career but I should still get paid for it."
"Thank you." He gestured animatedly. "My...friends - some of the people who usually let me crash - always try to parade me out at dinner parties, like an attraction. Fucking annoying."
He paused for a moment. "Almost feel like I owe them sometimes, you know... Can't do it, though."
"You have your pride," you sympathetically reasoned. "That's fair enough."
You stood, reaching to collect his dirty dishes. "So, who's couch is it tonight if everyone's pissed at you?"
Running a gloved hand over his beard, he shook his head and shrugged. "What time do you close?"
"Midnight."
He slowly nodded.
"What's your name, singer?"
"Llewyn."
You smiled softly and introduced yourself. "You don't have anywhere to go after midnight, do you?"
He shook his head as his gaze dropped.
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12:24 A.M. - Christmas
"Can't believe you're letting a strange man sleep in your apartment," the handsome bone-weary puppy voiced as you turned the key in your deadbolt.
"You're not a stranger anymore, Llewyn," you replied, trying to find just the right way to wiggle your key... "Got it! Damn thing sticks all the time."
Shouldering your way inside, you tossed your bag on the tiniest kitchen bar in existence, motioning for him to come on in.
"Like I told you - it's not much. You might be warmer sleeping in a car, but the love seat will keep you off this frigid, hard floor. And the water's warm, since we're over the diner. Sal's my landlord too. He keeps everything running nice enough. Cheap ass on heat though."
"No, I really appreciate it," he gratefully returned, “especially on Christmas. You sure I'm not interrupting anything?"
"No..." You let out a wistful sigh. "No, I don't have anyone." You smirked at him playfully. "But I do own a revolver if you're having any weird ideas."
"Holy shit," he whistled. "Glad you take care of yourself, I guess."
Llewyn reveled in your attention and care over the next half hour. You made a batch of hot cocoa while he took the warmest shower he'd had in weeks. You turned on a Christmas record and found a couple of thick blankets for him to sleep (or attempt to sleep) cramped up on the love seat.
"Thank you for this," he quietly voiced, sipping his cocoa, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. "Don't deserve it. If you knew me, you'd push me right back out that door."
"Maybe," you shrugged, sipping your own warm beverage as you curled up in the only chair in the place. "But it's Christmas. Even assholes and loners need a break sometimes."
He regarded you with interest, his eyes raking over your form for the millionth time. "That what you are? A loner?"
You hid behind the ceramic of your mug for a moment of reprieve. "Have to be. What else is there for a woman who doesn't want a marriage and kids?"
You shuddered, remembering how many times your ex had sabotaged your efforts at contraception...and how violent he'd become when he found out you were actively trying to not get pregnant.
Hence the waitress job, freezing apartment...and the revolver.
"You don't want kids?" He asked, clearing his throat. Maybe you were somehow...perfect.
"I really don't. You’d think women would have a few more options now that it’s the ‘60s. So I got my revolver to make sure my ex stays away. He’s a bigger asshole than the two of us," you answered, transparently. Noticing how his dark eyes widened at your candor, you laughed.
"Scared yet?"
"No," he chuckled. "But I guess that answers the question of whether or not we're gonna fuck."
Smirking, you took one more sip of cocoa before pushing off your chair to kneel down in front of him. Your eyes met his challengingly as you spread your palms over his thighs, pushing them up to his hips.
"That why you're an asshole?" You challenged, reaching for the zipper of his trousers. "Can't be bothered to wear a condom?"
"Can't afford that shit," he fired back, enjoying the view down your t-shirt.
"Definitely an asshole," you shake your head, dragging his zipper down and tracing your fingertips over the outline of his hardening length with your fingertips.
"My pussy's off limits unless you want my revolver shoved up your ass," you inform, leaning over to suck on his leaking tip through the fabric of his underwear. "But fuck it. It's Christmas. You can come in my mouth."
"Fucking hell," he groaned at your forwardness, shifting his hips to give you easier access to pull his cock free.
"Oh shit, you're big," you marveled, running the tip of your tongue over your lips in anticipation. Wrapping your hands around him, you turned your eyes up to his. "Merry Christmas. Don't say I never gave you anything."
You licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft before placing him on your flat tongue. Your eyes flickered back up to his tauntingly as you slowly wrapped your lips around him and swirled your tongue.
"Jes....oh fuck," he moaned, gripping the arm of the tiny couch.
Bobbing your head up and down a few times, you pushed yourself past the point of comfort and swallowed his tip. Your mouth stretched to take him, and the challenge of it made you instantly wet.
“Holy f-fuck,” he responded eagerly, “just like that.” You let him fuck your mouth, free hand gripping your jaw as his hips found a rhythm thrusting and gagging you.
Something about how pathetic this man was - how eager and responsive to your touch - it was doing it for you. You hadn’t done anything this spontaneous in a long time, but it felt good. And you certainly didn’t mind a heavy, hot cock in your mouth.
A few heavy thrusts and gags later and he coated your throat with his spend, letting out a near embarrassing whine as he came.
You let him soften before pulling off him and licking your lips clean. “Bet you’ll sleep well now.” You winked.
“Holy shit,” he gasped, shaking his head as you stood and started to shed your clothes. Remembering you were pretty clear about not fucking without a condom, he slowly stood, stuffing his soft cock back into his pants. “What are you…”
“I have a twin bed, but you’ll fit better than on that thing.” You nodded to the love seat, now standing in front of him completely nude. “But to sleep with me, you’re gonna need to return the favor. I’m fucking soaked.”
Minutes later, this rather beautiful, bearded man knelt between your legs in bed, his prominent nose nudging tauntingly at your puffy clit. His plush mouth sampled your pussy lips, as if he was making out with your cunt.
“F-fuck yes,” you groaned as he fucked his tongue into your hole, sucking and slurping at your juices.
Your fingers slid into the softest curls, twisting them around your fingers as you rocked your pelvis up to meet his soft beard.
The he started humming. And not just a humming sound but a fucking tune. After several delicious, deep thrusts of his tongue, he pulled out, making you whine at the loss of stimulation.
His hum gently morphed into a few lyrics as his eyes gazed up at you, equal parts cocky and pussy drunk - your slick coating his beard and lips.
‘Hang me, oh hang me…I’ll be dead and gone…’
He slid two fingers into your slick, warm hole, curling them with the dexterity of an instrumentalist. Then lowered his smirking mouth back down to trace circles around your clit with his tongue. Kept right on humming.
Laying his tongue flat, he laved your sensitive bundle of nerves with a few rough licks before wrapping those sexy lips around it and sucking.
He added a third finger - you were plenty wet enough for it and the slight stretch made your back arch off your twin bed. Fingers curling, lips sucking, and that insistent hum sent you right over the edge into earth-shattering bliss. Your body seized in mind-altering pleasure and then went completely white as you rode out the best orgasm you’d had in years.
He worked you through it before blatantly licking you clean and climbing his way up your body to cage you in. The look on his face told you he was definitely satisfied with himself, but the hot flesh of his cock prodding at your thigh meant he didn’t want this to be over.
"Is that my revolver or are you ready for more?" You teased, reaching to wrap you fingers around his cock. "Don't think I have any condoms big enough for all this."
He groaned, hips shifting into your grip. "Maybe we could just - "
"I'll will shoot you. Go the fuck to sleep, Llewyn."
And that's how an exhausted, pathetic puppy of a man, with soulful brown eyes, and the voice of an angel, ended up in your twin bed on Christmas Eve.
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*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in October, but that’s when I read them 😊
🔥 - explicit/mature content
Star Wars
Sunk (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor
🔥An Unorthodox Method (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @the-little-ewok
🔥Kinktober Day 1 (Love Bites) (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces
🔥Kinktober Day 4 (Sex Pollen) (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces
🔥Kinktober Day 7 (Soft and Slow) (Cal Kestis x Reader) - @flightlessangelwings
🔥Kinktober Day 10 (Stripping) (Stripper!Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional
I just called to say I love you (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @nowritingonthewall
Adore you (Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader) - @dailyreverie
🔥Kinktober Day 25 (Breeding) (Cowboy!Din Djarin x Cowgirl!Reader) (Part of the Gardens of Babylon Universe) - @spacecowboyhotch
Moon Knight
🔥Over the Counter (DBF!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
Vivid (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
🔥Shades of the Moon (Virgin!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme
Boundless (Witch Hunter!Marc x Witch!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
🔥Price You Gotta Pay (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
🔥The Sweetest Sound (Mafia!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
🔥The Sweetest Taste (Mafia!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
🔥Kinktober Day 10 (formal wear) (Steven Grant x Reader) - @eyelessfaces
🔥Kinktober Day 6 (Phone Sex) (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
🔥Kinktober Day 12 (Formal Wear) (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
🔥What a Show (Mafia!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
🔥La Petite Mort (Ghost!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy
🔥Pumpkin Porno (OnlyFans!Steven Grant) - @ominoose
In the morning light (Marc Spector x Reader) - @dailyreverie
🔥Nature Boy (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy
🔥Sleeping Dogs (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) (Part of the Dancing with Wolves Series) - @hon3yboy
🔥What A Wicked Thing To Do (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) (Part of the Dancing with Wolves Series) - @hon3yboy
🔥Kinktober Day 23 (Begging) (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse
🔥Couch Sex with Miguel (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @romanarose
🔥Kinktober Day 7 (& 8): Soft & Slow (Cockwarming) (College!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
🔥soft s3x and grey sweats (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @wyvernest
Ex Machina
🔥Peak-A-Boo (Ghostface!Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy
🔥Perfect Little Fuck Toy (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
Sucker Punch
🔥Product Demonstration (Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
🔥Monster Mash (Rockstar!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy
Triple Frontier
Under cotton and calicoes (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @dailyreverie
Make this feel like home (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @dailyreverie
🔥Kinktober Day 30 (Cunnilingus) (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
🔥Just A Little Push (Will Miller x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme
Scenes From a Marriage
🔥Kinktober Day 2 (bath/shower) (Jonathan Levy x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces
🔥Kinktober Day 15 (Against a Wall & Voice Kink) (Jonathan Levy x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
The Two Faces of January
🔥Kinktober Day 7 (Slow and Soft) (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces
🔥body talk (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) (part of the Oxford Comma series) - @whatthefishh
Misc.
🔥Just A Scratch (Jack Mohave x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
🔥Take Care (Anselm Vogelweide x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
🔥Service Fee (Llewyn Davis x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
🔥If You Wanna Be Wild (Javier Peña x Latina!sex worker!informant!Reader x Santiago Garcia) - @romanarose and @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction (i already recced this but there's more so 🙃)
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oscar isaac characters with an s/o who subtly paints the furniture
Saw this on Insta and thought it was really cute so have some blurbs 😊
If there is any I have missed that you would like to see, let me know (but bear in mind I have not seen all of Oscar's performances so may turn some down!)
Steven Grant
Once he saw it, he was confused as to where it came from, because he doesn't remember it being there before
But then he catches you painting another flower on the skirting board one slow Sunday afternoon
Thinks it's the cutest fucking thing he's ever seen
It brings a bit of brightness into the flat
When he approaches you about it you’re immediately apologising since you actually only spend half your time at the flat
“Don’t be silly, I want to know if I can join you?”
Marc Spector
Noticed at the same time as Steven
Was also confused because he couldn't remember if it was there before or not
Feels like he's losing the plot a little because more small paintings keep popping up but he isn't sure where they're coming from
Finally notices it's you when you've left your paints out on the coffee table one afternoon when you've had to rush to work
And it all just clicks in his mind
Goes out and buys you all the paint you want because he wants all your artwork on the walls
Jake Lockley
Honestly, he spotted you the first time you did it, like immediately
Loves that you do it, thinks it's cute
But he also thinks it hilarious to add onto your artwork and not tell you
So much so that you think you're losing the plot, because "you do not remember painting a duck with those flowers?"
He plays ignorant, obviously
But you catch him one day painting and wordlessly join him
Now it's become a weekly thing you do together
Llewyn Davis
Poor baby doesn't have furniture
But he crashes as yours quite a bit and he's noticed the small pieces dotted around your apartment
He likes them, he thinks they're cute
He was out auditioning one night when he noticed his guitar, there was a bunch of daisies painted on the back
His guitar is his pride and joy, and if it were anyone else he'd be fuming
But he's not
He feels warm, like a piece of you is with him wherever he goes
Now every gig he does, he comes to you, and asks you to do another painting, "for luck"
Blue Jones
This one is a bit risky
Because there isn't an awful lot of recreation in the asylum, so you bribed some orderlies to get you some paint
And you got a total of three colours, but that's fine, you can make it work
Brings a bit of brightness to the asylum, since everything is grey
Blue is pissed and wants to know who is doing them
You, somehow, manage to break into Blue's office and - essentially - throw up a middle finger at him, and do a bunch of paintings around his office, in really obvious places
He catches you in the act since he comes back from lunch early
You're fucked
He has you on your hands and knees, scrubbing at each painting in his office, then he puts you in solitary for two weeks and has your paints disposed of
However, he notices a small painting of lavender under his desk that was missed in the clean up
He keeps it there
Nathan Bateman
You wouldn't dare, his coffee table alone costs more than your rent does in a year
Richard Alonso Muñoz
You already have your paintings up in the house so he loves whatever artwork you do
Honestly, I don't think you'd hide it from Richard, he probably told you to go nuts when you moved in
Takes photos of your work all the time to show his buddies at the prison
Some of the prisoners have asked if you can come in and do an art class for them, which you are happy to do on a weekend when you have more free time
Richard has put in the request but it hasn't been approved yet
Richard starts buying the seeds/bulbs for flowers you paint, to go in the front garden
Learns all about them in books, and how to take care of them
Now and then requests you to paint a flower he's seen in said books
Poe Dameron
Like Blue, gets confused on who is painting across the base, but obviously isn't pissed about it
Gets seriously confused when he finds one of the paintings in his personal room
He asks BB-8 but he hasn't a clue either
Until one day, BB-8 comes to Poe with a small little painting of Poe, of all things, on him
But BB-8 is so amused about it that he doesn't tell Poe
He catches you when you're painting something on his X-Wing
Scares the living daylights out of you when he calls you and asks what you're doing
You apologise, and tell him you'll take it off as soon as
But he tells you not to bother, because it's a - albeit crude because of the size - little portrait of you, and him, and BB-8
He refuses to wash it off and if it ever fades, instantly asks you to redo it
When you get married, he paints on wedding rings
Santiago Garcia
You're his roommate since you worked together in the forces
He had no idea you could paint
Strangely doesn't catch you for the longest time
He thinks it's Benny playing a trick on him, or Frankie
Grills them for the longest time until you finally admit it was you
You tell him it helps with the nightmares, that it calms your mind
After that, Santi doesn't bother you with it
When he sees you painting on his dining table leg, he makes you a coffee and just sits next to you and watches silently
Now every time you tell him you're going to paint, he comes and just sits, watching you
It's therapeutic for you both
#headcanons#steven grant x reader#marc spector x reader#jake lockley x reader#nathan bateman x reader#blue jones x reader#llewyn davis x reader#Richard Alonso Muñoz x reader#santiago garcia x reader#poe dameron x reader
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Service Fee
Llewyn Davis X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 3: Exhibitionism
Summary: Jerry offers Llewyn money to watch him and you fuck.
A/N: Llewyn and reader are in a realtionship. So Llewyn kinda realises he's into someone watching him. (martymachlia). Also $500 in 1961 is about $5134.21 today. This was so much more difficult that I thought it would be.
Warnings: martymachlia, exhinitionism , p in v sex, cream pie, hand on throat, cum eating, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, being 'paid' for sex, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning!
Word Count: 3035
This was a bad idea. This was a bad idea, this was a bad idea, this was a fucking bad idea.
Llewyn hadn’t been drunk when the idea, business deal, had been proposed. But he had been a little tipsy, pleasantly buzzed. Enough to make him think, ‘fuck it, sure $500 for thirty minutes and an orgasm?’ He’d be an idiot not to, right?
Jerry, some friend of a friend of a work colleague of Marty’s, had bought him the drinks. Presumably to butter him up to what he was about to ask.
It seemed that Jerry got off to watching other people go at it. In the flesh. Like a horny theatre performance.
He had brought up the subject of porn during their conversation in such a subtle way that LLewyn hadn’t really noticed until they were well into the discussion.
“I mean, everyone enjoys a bit of x-rated content from time to time, wouldn’t you say?” Jerry spoke with a deep voice that was like a snake charmer, easing Llewyn into agreement without a second thought.
“I like watching, I need it right there in front of me. Like a sports game, always better seeing it live right?” He had laughed. “Used to just watch people get off on their own, but I tell you, there’s something about seeing a couple really go to town on each other.”
What really could you say to that? “Sure,” Llewyn answered, two too many shots down.
“I used to pay hookers you know, for a show? But it’s just not the same. No offence to the professionals, but I need at least one of them to not be... overly performing if you get my drift.”
Llewyn nodded.
“I still pay, of course, gotta pay people for their time.”
“Of course.” Llewyn took another shot.
“$500 a time, for a couple. $400 for two strangers. Couples are just better.” He shrugged.
Llewyn’s ears perked up.“$500?”
“Hmm.” Jerry smiled, sickeningly sweet and took a slip of his hardly touched beer. “Cash.”
Now, in the cold light of day, or more accurately, the cold dark of three hours later, with his pleasant buzz gone, Llewyn knew he had been gently coaxed into asking the question.
He had practically stumbled over his words in his rush to explain to you. “$500, for like thirty minutes. $500!”
You had stared at him uncertainly. “Llewyn-”
“No, no, I checked. It’s in this club, The Deep, private room, it has like a viewing mirror thing so he can see us, we can’t see him. Only us fucking, nothing we don’t normally do.”
You chewed your bottom lip, it wasn’t like the money would be unwelcome. “He knows Marty?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“This isn’t... illegal is it?”
“No, no, the club it’s like, people go there to do all kinds of stuff, we wouldn’t be getting paid to have sex... just Jerry would give us a gift... after. A thank you.”
“Does he... want anything particular?”
“Just for me to cum in you.” Llewyn shrugged, still a little too tipsy to not feel inebriated. “Like we normally do.” He nuzzled into your shoulder and you paused, looking over the slight flush on his skin.
“How much did you have to drink?”
.
Jerry had met you outside the club, paying your fees to get in. The bouncers greeted him by name.
“What the fuck are we doing here?” Llewyn whispered into your ear as you both entered.
You glared at him. “Llewyn, this was your fucking idea.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He muttered as you followed Jerry. Llewyn kept his arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders.
“You’re not getting stage fright, are you?” You teased, trying to downplay your own anxieties.
He gave you a look.
The room was surprisingly nice. Clean and well kept.
Llewyn sat gingerly on the bed.
“Well, I’ll let you two get started.” Jerry smiled, somehow the expression didn’t come off as creepy. “When the green light comes on,” he pointed to a small bulb above the massive wall mirror next to the bed. “Feel free to start.” He moved to the door.
“Wait, erm,” you paused. “Can you hear as well?”
Jerry’s smile widened and he nodded. “Of course.” He closed the door behind him.
Okay, that smile was a little creepy.
You bite your lip nervously as you look at the door.
“We don’t have to do this, you know?” Llewyn made you jump lightly as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his chest into your back.
You lean against him, “I know,” and sigh. “$500 though...”
He chuckles as he kisses your neck, his beard scraping softly at your skin. “$500.” He echoes.
You nod and turn to face him, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “$500.” You repeat again. “Let’s get it over with.”
“Never have more romantic words been said.” He teases and you swat at him playfully.
“You know what I mean.”
“I don’t know... gotta woo me first.”
“I have to woo you?”
“Hmm.” He smiles broadly, running his hands down to your waist and swaying ever so slightly with you. His half hard cock brushes against your thigh.
“You know what?”
“What?”
“I think you might be into this Llewyn Davis.”
“What?” He chuckles.
“Being watched,” you tease, your voice low. “I think part of you likes it.”
“And why is that?” He leans closer kissing along your jaw.
“Why do you think?”
“I always get like this around you.” He murmurs.
“Hmm.” You don’t sound very convinced.
“It’s true,” he continues kissing down your neck only to stop and suck on your pulse point. “You could say ‘get hard’ and I would.”
Your giggle turns into a moan as he bites lightly at your skin and walks you backwards to the bed. Gently pressing you down when the mattress hits the back of your thighs and moving his hips between your legs.
He kisses you languidly, almost soothingly sweet in the way he caresses your lips with his. He doesn’t deepen the kiss, shying away ever so slightly every time you try to as he grinds his rapidly hardening length against your centre.
“Llewyn,” you groan in frustration as his lips dance away from you again, grabbing hold of the back of his curls and forcing his mouth against yours.
He chuckles darkly but licks into your mouth. Finally indulging you.
His hands run down your ribs, stopping at your waist to just inch under your shirt. There’s a hunger in his movements, the force that he grinds against you, how his teeth lightly nip and bite at your bottom lip that’s different. Not unwelcome, just unusual. Slightly out of character for Llewyn’s normal style.
He kisses down to your jaw, his beard tickling your skin as he sucks a love bite into your neck and starts to hurriedly unbutton your shirt. His breathing quick and urgent.
The way he grinds against you, the outline of his hard cock rubbing against your core, sends sparks of pleasure up your spine.
He fumbles with the last two buttons on your top as he scrapes his teeth over your jaw and in annoyance he simply pulls the material, ripping the offending things off and sending them flying across the room.
“Llewyn,” you begin to chastise, but his lips are on yours again as he whines into your mouth.
“Sorry, sorry, just need you so bad.” He hooks his hands under your knees, spreading you wider as he kisses the tops of your breasts.
Out of the corner of your eye you notice the green light has come on.
Yeah, okay. He was really into this.
“Need you so fucking bad, baby.” He mutters under his breath and you’re not sure if he even realises he’s talking anymore.
You squirm against him as he pinches your left nipple through the fabric of your bra and bites at the other, sucking and licking at it like he’s never seen them before. His salvia sinks into the lace, spreads across the material as he moans and ruts against you.
There’s a tight heat building in your belly, fire that is being stoked higher and higher with every grind of Llewyn’s hips and drag of his cock. The zip on his fly presses firmly against your clit and you gasp, sinking your fingers into soft curls as you press up against him.
He growls, momentarily rocking against you harder before he pulls you into sitting up by your arms.
You open your mouth to speak, but he’s all over you again, kissing your lips and neck and pulling you out of your top and unclasping your bra.
“Llewyn-”
“You’re wearing too many fucking clothes.” He snarls and bites hard at your neck, groaning when you cry out and wrap your arms around his shoulders.
As he sucks another messy love bite into your skin and his nimble fingers undo your trousers, pulling his mouth away from you for just a second so that he can pull them down.
You lean back, helping him to undress you as best you can. There’s an unfamiliar spark of excitement in your chest. Seeing him like this, so close to losing his usual calm control makes heat rise to your face and wetness soak into your panties.
He didn’t think he’d be quite so into this. Llewyn kisses you hard, sliding his tongue into your mouth for a moment before he pulls your underwear down and throws it to the side. In fact, just a few minutes ago he was pretty sure he was going to have a problem performing. But now, god, if he didn’t hear you moan his name in the next minute he was going to burst a blood vessel.
There was something about it, something about knowing that Jerry could see you but couldn’t touch you. That you were all his, his his. Just brought him close to insanity.
He grabs you around the back of your neck a little harshly as he kneels between your open legs and pulls you back towards him. He kisses you deeply again, hungrily swallowing down your every breath as if it was his only source of oxygen.
Without giving you any warning he plunges two fingers into your folds and presses against your walls.
You gasp, breaking the kiss and Llewyn pumps his hand quickly, using his thumb to circle your clit as you cry out and grasp at his shoulders. Pleasure burning along your veins.
His name falls from your lips in a high-pitched rush of breath and he moans, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and using his other hand to press against your upper back to keep you as close as physically possible.
“Llewyn, shit,” you moan, your words catching in your throat as he adds a third finger and fucks you hard. Pumping in and out of you, the sound of your slick echoing obscenely as he groans.
All you can do is cling on for dear life as he plunges deeper, stroking your walls and clit in a perfect unison.
“Want you to cum so hard you gush all over the sheets baby,” he growls in your ear. “Want you to fucking soak my hand with it.”
You clenched down on him at his words, your eyes screwed shut as you gasped. He was never normally this vocal, never spoke to you like this and, god, if it didn’t make your head spin.
“Fuck, need to taste you.” He pushes you down flat on your back forcefully and dives between your legs, flicking his tongue over your clit and moaning against you.
You cry out, grabbing hold of the bedsheets and then whining as he pulls his fingers out, shoving them into his mouth. You look up quick enough to just see his eyes rolling back into his head, how he rocks his hips against the mattress.
Then his mouth is back on you, his hands pressing against the inner of both your thighs to stretch you impossibly wide as he curls his tongue between your folds.
You cry out his name in gasped pleasure. The burn of his beard scraps against your clit as he rolls his tongue and chin up through your folds to your bundle of nerves and then back down again, repeating the action twice before he firmly dives in and presses the bridge of his nose against you.
Heat coils tightly in your lower belly, beating out from your centre as he groans loudly with every lick and thrust of his tongue. His salvia and your slick mixing and coating his skin.
It’s too much, the onslaught of sensation suddenly overwhelming as he pushes your right to the edge in a rush.
“Gonna cum,” you manage to sob out, pulling at his curls to warn him, but he just growls against you and fucks you harder with his tongue.
Lights explode behind your eyes as your orgasm overtakes you, spills out of you in a wave as pleasure sings across every part of you.
LLewyn flicks his tongue against your clit, pressing hot and wet against it to stretch out your bliss for longer as you sob and writhe under him.
Your slick soaks into him, creamy and sweet as you cum.
He laps at you thrice before sitting up hurriedly, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans just enough to pull out his aching cock. He pumps himself twice in a rush, his eyes glazed over and dark as he looks at you naked and blissed out under him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grabs hold of your thigh harshly and pulls you wider. “You made such a mess, fuck.” He pushes forward, notching the tip of his fat needy cock at your entrance and thrusting in without a second thought.
You gasp in surprise at the sudden intrusion, despite your orgasm and how thoroughly he fucked you with his fingers the stretch of him is still a shock.
You grab hold of his arms as he bottoms out, snapped out of your post-orgasmic haze. He kisses you roughly, pushing his tongue into your open mouth and demanding your submission as he bends his body over yours. He snaps his hips forward, drinking down your cry as he bottoms out. The burn of him is delicious, hitting so deep, deeper than he ever has before and your back arches up from the bed as you cling onto him.
You swear between kisses, sob out his name as he starts to thrust harshly into you, pulling pleasure from every nerve with each snap of his hips.
“That’s it, baby, fuck, that’s it.” He leans up, rutting so hard that he’s sliding you back with every buck.
“Llewyn, oh my god, please!” You can’t get any other words out, all thoughts dissolving into an incoherent mess as he keeps hitting so deep, as he fucks you into the mattress.
He bites his lip, his hips moving of their own accord as he chases his high, needing to cum so deeply within you that you’ll be feeling it for weeks. Quickly he sits further up, pressing firmly on your clit with his thumb as he pushes you closer to your second orgasm, demanding you cum and milk his cock for everything he’s going to give you.
His other hand snakes down to your chin, holding your jaw and neck possessively for a moment before he pushes his thumb against your lips.
Your eyes widen in surprise at first as his palm presses against your windpipe, not enough to cut off your air, just a dominating hold. But you moan as you open your mouth and flick your tongue against the pad of this thumb.
Llewyn growls and pushes it in deeper, groaning as you suck on it. Revelling in the way your eyebrows pinch together, how your eyes soften and gaze over as you give into him completely.
The control makes his head spin and dick swell. He swears under his breath and pinches lightly at your clit as his balls draw up. You squirm and cry out around his thumb, your legs shaking and tensing on either side of his. The thick denim of his jeans rubbing your inner thighs red.
You cum suddenly, the force of it creeping up on you as it blooms throughout your core, practically forces your back off the bed as you scream silently.
LLewyn pulls his thumb from your mouth and ruts into you harder, punching the air out of your lungs with the force of his hips as he groans and pumps thick, hot cum inside of you. His orgasm is so strong that he nearly blacks out for a second.
He catches himself, his hand by your head as he breathes and recovers. It’s only then he notices the tears in your eyes. And a sharp pang of guilt cuts through his chest.
“Baby-”
You grab hold of him and pull him down against you, kissing him hard and moaning softly as aftershocks of your orgasm flow across your veins.
“Fuck,” you nuzzle against him, whispering against his ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.”
He leans up to look at you, a small smile on his lips. “You okay?” He keeps his voice low and you nod.
“More than okay.”
The smile grows.
“Can’t believe you kept your clothes on,” you grin, “you’re all sweaty.”
LLewyn snorts and kisses you softly. “I didn’t have time.”
He helps you get dressed, your legs feeling boneless in the aftermath of your orgasm. He uses your brief weakness to his advantage and pins you back against the bed, cleaning the mess he made between your legs with his tongue until you’re a shaking begging heap. Your third orgasm is weaker than the previous two, but sweet nonetheless.
Jerry meets you both outside the room, a flush to his face. He gives you an envelope containing the $500, plus a $50 tip for ‘such a good show’, as well as his card, ‘if ever you’d both be interested in a repeat performance.’
LLewyn’s face betrays nothing, but he squeezes your hip eagerly at the suggestion.
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Masterlist
Welcome to my master list. It will almost be a year since I started writing fanfiction with help and encouragement from @melodygatesauthor, Mel's stories, and art are amazing.
I'm a bit of a quirky bohemian, witchy 30s something female.
I am currently only writing for the Oscar Isaac fandom, but I am hoping to venture further by the end of this year, so I will keep this updated.
The first movie I saw starring Oscar was Inside Llewyn Davis because I loved the ginger cat (I'm a crazy cat lady, and I sometimes include my furball in my works). Then the short movies Lighting face and Ticky tacky on Venmo. And then I was really hooked when he played Poe Dameron (I love Star Wars. My first crush was Luke Skywalker).
I hope you enjoy reading my stories as I had writing them.
P.s. Please feel free to message me, I'm a bit forgetful, so nothing personal if I don't respond right away.
⚠️🔞 I can not state this enough. Most of my work is NSFW and is 18+. 🔞⚠️
Marc Spector
Peaches and Cream
My Favourite Study Buddy
Happy Anniversary Marc
Steven Grant
I see you, I’ve always seen you with Steven Grant
Lavender & Mint
Ice is the only hard thing (MK bingo)
Jake Lockley
ROSEMARY & TIME
Third times, the charm
Layla el Faouly
Sugar & Spice
Marc, Steven & Jake
It's ok, love, we're here
We love you, and as such, we take care of you
Richard Muñoz
The push broom (Halloween)
I'm always here for you
Llewyn Davis
MoonRiver and Me
Soon
Steven Grant
MINE prt 1
Mine prt 2
Damaged goods & no returns Chp.1
Laird Leto
The Laird & The Lassie Prt 1 Au
FO Poe Dameron
New Toy part one
New Toy part two
FO Poe Dameron
New Toy part three (Coming soon)
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Llewyn Davis - Moodboard (x)
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The Musician
Llewyn Davis x Friend Reader
Series Masterlist
Prt 6 of the Different Versions Series
Summary: waking up at 00:31 in the morning and not being able to fall asleep maybe water will help right or something... else
Warning: couch sex
Yn/3rd person pov
I moaned out as I stretched out my arms pushing my head back into the pillow, the glow of the digital clock illuminating a little bit of the room, it read 00:31 I groaned turning over to cuddle into the duvet.
But I just couldn't fall back asleep I turned onto my back huffing before sitting up, I stayed there intil I felt ready to stand up, I flicked the duvet off of me groaning as the cold hit my warmed skin, my teeth chattering slightly as I moved out the room.
My arms clasped around my sides to keep the remaining warmth I had as i got to the kitchen I looked puzzled at the lights flicking each one on intil I got it right, my eyes squinted at the sudden light but slowly adjusted as I made my way to the cupboards looking for the glasses.
I filled the glass up with water taking a few sips of it before sighing how much more of this is there going to be, will I ever get back home or will it be an endless cycle? Would I ever see my old life again see my lovers again.
I took in a deep breath placing the now empty glass into the sink and leaned onto the counter some of my hair falling into my face I was deep in thought when a buzzing filled the apartment, my heart lept a few beats as I straightened up walking over to where the noise was coming from.
I came to what looks to be the entryway with a call box by the door that's where the noise was coming from "hello" I asked pressing down the button on the small box "hey yn its llewyn, long time no see" the person murmured letting out an awkward chuckle before speaking again "I'm sorry I know it's late but I need a place to stay".
The man sounded like marc "yea of course" I said pressing another button to open up the man door the call ended as he made his way up, I waited by the door shifting on my feet tiredly a huge yawn left my lips as I heard him knock.
"Hi" I mumbled opening the door and I was right it was another marc and like the one before he had a beard just a bit more tame and less gray hairs "hey yn" he smiled nervously as I looked down at his belongings, in one hand he held a guitar case and in the other a fluffy ginger cat.
"Come in come in" I beckoned stepping aside for him to walk inside he hummed happily walking past me into the lounge placing his stuff down before turning to me "thank you really yn thank you" he smiled, the cat purring as it lay on the blanket "no problem" I smiled "do you want anything water, food" I offered intertwining my fingers together as I stared at him.
He shook his head "no thank you I had some stuff after my gig" he murmured gesturing to his guitar I nodded staring at it, the case looked somewhat damaged but still in good shape "how was it" I blurted at making him frown his brows a little bit "how was the gig" his mouth twitched upwards "better then usual someone asked if they can book me for a party" his smile brightened up the room as he spoke about it.
He seemed so interested in it like when steven speaks about different things as he takes me around the museum, I giggled slightly and urged him onto the couch and I took a spot beside him "that's really good llewyn" I smiled placing a hand on his knee making him pause for a brief second his eyes looking between my hand and me.
"Sorry" I said retracting my hand but he caught it mid way "no no" he muttered holding my hand in his "I just.. I" he trailed off staring into my eyes as his thumb grazed up and down my hand "there's always been some I wanted to tell you" he whispered slowly shifting in his seat.
"I wish to be something more" he said making my breath hitch.
"I want to be with you" this was the same why marc asked me out almost the same exact words "what I'm trying to sa-" I crushed my lips against his interrupting his words, he gasped against my lips his hands moved to grasp my hips holding them tightly "yn" he groaned moving his lips to my neck leaving little love bites and hickies as he goes.
My hands went into to his hair tugging his roots as I felt his teeth against my skin "I just got to have you" he muttered his hands slowly moving down to the ends of my nightie "then you can have me" I whispered making him groan as he pulled it up to expose my black lace panties "of fuck" he muttered breathlessly as he ran his finger tips along the hem that was around my waist.
I teasingly rolled my hips against his whining out as I felt him stiffen underneath me "l-llewyn" I murmured moving against him making us both moan out his hands slightly dug into my skin as I moved against him "please" I whined, his breathing deepened as his hands wrapped around my thighs before flipping us over so I was pressed into the cushions and he was on top.
"I'm going to fuck you so good all the neighbour's will know my name, my muse" he breathed out, the name he called me made a shiver run up my spine, his hands moved to the front side of my thighs slowly pulling down my underwear and threw it onto the floor, his eyes stared down at my body with hunger.
His hands working their way back up to my thighs massaging my skin intil he reached mid thigh his eyes flickering to meet mine as they slowly make their way to my core two of his fingers ran up and down my slit making me shiver while the other used his thumb to slowly rub my clit in circles "f-fuck" I moaned pushing my head further into the cushions.
His smile turned into a sly smirk as he worked his two fingers inside me, curling and moving them inside of my entrance, my legs shaking slightly "llewyn please" I begged wrapping my legs around him he grinned devilishly pulling his hands away from my core to take out his cock from his pants.
He pumped his cock a few times as he stared down at me "are you ready for me my muse" he asked teasingly as he leaned down to me, I nodded eagerly my eyes becoming half lidded as my legs tightened around him, he slowly moved his cock to my entrance teasingly my cores lips before pushing in "fuck your so tight" he groaned.
My thighs clenched slightly as he started to move, he leaned down whispering things into my ear as he thrusted in and out "shit llewyn" I moaned he chuckled and pressed his lips to mine as he increased his strokes, the power of his thrusts sending me further into the couch cushions.
My moans were wavering as I moved my hands to his shoulders clenching them tightly "y-yn" he groaned as I tightened around him "getting c-close" I whined feeling myself getting closer to cumming "me to" he growled his nails digging into my skin as his thrusts wavered.
He growled out but smiled as I screamed out as I cam around him, he did a few more thrusts before yelling out himself before filling me up with his seed "fuck" he muttered breathlessly moving one of his hands to run through his hair before slowly pulling out of me.
"Your my everything, the reason I still try, my beautiful muse"
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Successful! Llewyn Davis AU headcanons
Llewyn Davis x gn! reader
Genre: fluff, slight angst
Summary: what if Llewyn became a famous musician?
Warnings: mention of murder
Word count: 1088
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It was just another slightly drunken, shitty night at the gaslight for Llewyn. Nearly empty bucket, scattered clapping that died out after a second. Except it wasn't. He didn't know it was the night that would change his life.
You were sitting in the audience. You weren't a regular at the gaslight, not at all, but tonight you were just craving a strong drink and company. The other bars in the neighborhood were too loud and bright for you that night, so you settled on the dim, depressing, "folk song playing" place.
You clapped politely for everyone, not listening, as you nursed your bitter drink and bitter mood. Until something caught your attention. A handsome (albeit a bit shabby) man with the voice of an angel, who you likened in your mind to a wet cat.
You didn't listen to the words he said. Not that you didn't try, but his voice awoke something within you. As a songwriter on a slump, you jumped the chance and started scribbling on a napkin from the table. Just whatever came to mind. Nothing would come of it anyway, but it's good for your writer's block.
When he left the stage, you downed the rest of your drink and hurried towards him. You slowed before he saw you, trying to maintain your cool.
"Davis, right?" You asked.
"Yeah," he answered and you extended your arm to him while introducing yourself. He shook it tentatively.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
Llewyn thought about it. He automated to say no, but reconsidered. He had nothing better to do, could definitely use that drink, and you looked pretty damn good. So he accepted.
After some conversation (he didn't remember anyone being that nice to him for a long time), you asked him what were his plans for the night. He told you that he was staying with a couple of friends, those Jim and Jean couple, and they happened to pass by.
Jim was nudged by Jean towards Llewyn and awkwardly told him that actually, he couldn't stay on their couch tonight. Jean made some plans. You could see Llewyn's face fall, and when Jim left he just stared downwards quietly, in embarrassment.
"Correction: I'm not staying with them tonight." He mumbled.
You took a deep breath. "You could stay with me, if you'd like. My boyfriend-" you cleared your throat, "Ex boyfriend, just moved out and took all his shit from the study with him. So I got an empty guest room." (Why were you doing this? He's a stranger for fuck's sake!)
He looked at you, surprised. A quick mental calculation showed he had no one else to turn to that night. What's the worst that could happen? You'd kill him? He'd been thinking of joining Mike anyway. So he accepted.
Suffice to say, you didn't murder him. A while has passed, and Llewyn has become your roommate, practically. Yeah, he couldn't help much with the rent, but he did make that up by cleaning a lot, which sometimes is even better.
(Also, it was the 60s, rent wasn't that fucking high. It was about less than half of what it is today.) ANYWAY
One day, while dusting around, Llewyn found a notebook of yours. He didn't mean to peek, it just fell open or something. It was your poetry and songwriting notebook. By the time you came back home he had composed 3 of the songs there and was flooding you with questions about the chorus of a fourth.
You never thought to show it to him, you were just writing to your drawer! They weren't even good, or complete! You wanted to snatch it away from his hands and tell him to forget about it, but you've never seen him so happy. So alive.
He begged you to let him take your songs to his agent. How could you say no to him? Especially to those puppy eyes.
His agent was glad to hear Llewyn has partnered up again. He heard him out, and set him up with some producer. Finally, Llewyn Davis seemed like a good enough investment. And that's how it started.
From then on, Llewyn's career blossomed. He recorded an album (didn't sell away the rights this time) and the money started flowing. He preformed in front of larger and larger audiences, and you were always at his side.
He often felt like he didn't deserve any of that. He was told, so many times, that he was absolute crap and he started to believe it. But you were there to remind him. He deserved the world. Little did you know the only thing he truly wanted to deserve was you.
You inspired each other, creating more music and flowing with good energy. It took him a while, but when he finally found the courage, finally deemed himself worthy, he took a risk.
He asked you out.
When you started laughing at him, Llewyn's heart dropped. He's fucked his life over, again, in the worst way possible. You're going to leave and everything will go down the drain.
"Of course!!!" You said. "I'd love to go out with you, I thought you'd never ask! But oh my god your face..." you giggled. He sighed in relief, clutching his chest. You came closed and hugged him. He held you very tightly, smiling at your laughter.
That night you shared your first (and long awaited) kiss. A few months later you put out an album very different than both your writing so far. It was passionate, sensual, romantic and warm. One of the songs from it became the hit of the decade, and was played at countless weddings. You thought it was a beautiful way to immortalise your love.
And your love was immortalised alright! With two rings, nonetheless. Your wedding was covered by every newspaper in the country. Llewyn didn't like the attention all that much, though.
His solution? Another, more quiet and private wedding. This one ended up being your real anniversary.
Ever since Llewyn started earning a reasonable income, he insisted on paying for everything. Doesn't matter that you both earned a significant amount from the music, and that you joined bank accounts. He wanted to thank you for all that time you took care of him. So no, lunch is on him. Finally being able to provide for you made him really happy and proud (not that you needed any help).
You were one of the only "celebrity couples" who were genuinely happy together. You truly, deeply, loved each other, and when things would become too much you would take a vacation. Just the two of you. As it always was.
Llewyn made it in life, that was all agreed upon. Yeah, he became a famous musician, but the only thing he cared about - was you.
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meowyn davis reblog if you agree
#this is so stupid#he is so stupid#and miserable#inside llewyn davis#llewyn davis#llewyn davis x reader#oscar isaac#moon knight#marc spector#poe dameron#steven grant#moon knight x reader#poe dameron x reader#marc spector x reader#steven grant x reader#jake lockley#jake lockley x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#jane talks
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Holiday Fics Masterlist (the whole year thru)
New Year
See "Autumn" for Rosh Hashanah/New Year Jake Lockley fic
Valentines
(Art, not fics)
Moon Knight Valentines
Miguel O'Hara Valentines
Poe Dameron Valentines
Santiago Garcia Valentines
Misc. Characters Valentines
Autumn
"Happy New Year, Jake"
Jake Lockley || 820 words
Halloween
"Spectre: A Moon Knight Halloween Love Story"
Moon Boys || ongoing || 18+
Winter
"Next December"
Jake Lockley || 805 words || 18+
"Surf's Up"
Jake Lockley || 100 words
Holiday Season
"Jingle Bells"
Santiago Garcia || 800 words
Holidays with the Moon Boys
moodboard
Hanukkah
"Eight Nights (in December)"
Marc, Steven (Jake is mentioned) || 7.4k words
Christmas
"(Everybody's Waitin' for) The Man With the Bag"
Miguel O'Hara || 1050 words
“Fairytale of New York”
Llewyn Davis || 2.2k words || 18+
Other/Birthday
Moon Boys Celebrate Your Birthday
635 words
“March the 9th”
Marc Spector || 1.4k words
#holiday fic#moon knight#moon knight system#marc spector#steven grant#jake lockley#steven grant x reader#marc spector x reader#jake lockley x reader#rosh hashanah#halloween fic#spectre fic#jingle bells fic#santiago garcia#eight nights fic#hanukkah fic#the man with the bag fic#miguel o'hara#fairytale of new york fic#llewyn davis#christmas fic#christmas eve fic#birthday fic#llewyn davis x reader#santiago garcia x reader
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okay so, i'm hella behind on reading, and for some reason it's so fucking hard for me to find time/energy to read much these days, but i still want to highlight at least some of the fics i've been able to read so, i'll be doing fic recs quarterly this year instead of monthly. hope y'all enjoy 🪷💜
**please be sure to read any/all warnings attached to recommended fics prior to reading**
🔥 - explicit/mature content
PART ONE (bc tumblr is being a bitch and won't let me post all of them in one post)
Star Wars
Seeds of Love (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @moonlight-prose
🔥Best Ride in the Galaxy (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @lotusbxtch
size doesn't matter (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @hoedamn-eron
🔥Come Back to Me (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor
Ex Machina
🔥In Plain Sight (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
Assembly Required (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor
Skittish (Nathan Bateman x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
🔥Again (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
Triple Frontier
🔥Room's on Fire (Dark!TF Boys x F!Reader) - @romana-after-dark
I'll be the silence ringing through and through and through (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces
Personal Issue (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
🔥The Worst (Tom "Redfly" Davis x Dark!Reader) - @toxicanonymity
The Dead Horse (Santiago Garcia x Black!F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
🔥Tag-Teaming (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader x Frankie Morales) - @fettuccin-e
Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse
🔥The Sweetest Fruit in the Garden (Miguel O'Hara x Older!F!Reader) - @missdictatorme
🔥Through the Window (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
Sucker Punch
🔥Good Boy Blue (Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor
🔥Just Be Good (Orderly!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
🔥Private Dances (Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
Inside Llewyn Davis
again (llewyn davis x reader) - @eyelessfaces
don't let go (llewyn davis x reader) - @runa-falls
keys (llewyn davis x reader) - @eyelessfaces
Misc
🔥my ex's tapes (Ex!Basil Stit x F!Reader x FWB!Jake Lockley) - @runa-falls
🔥Sweet Like (Modern!Leto Atreides x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor
Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️
*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.
**If you’d like to have your fic removed, please just let me know.
[FIC RECS PART TWO]
#poe dameron x reader#nathan bateman x reader#santiago garcia x reader#frankie morales x reader#will miller x reader#benny miller x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#blue jones x reader#llewyn davis x reader#basil stitt x reader#leto atreides x reader#fic rec
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Old Friends
Pairing: Llewyn Davis x Female Reader
Warning(s): Smut, specifically cock warming. A dash of Fluff. Y/n use
Summary: (kinktober 2022 repost) An old friend knocks on your door extremely early in the morning looking for a place to stay. And who are you to say no to him when he looks like a sad puppy?
Word count: 1.9k
~~~~~~ 18+ MINORS DNI~~~~~~
I awoke to rapid knocks at my door and I groaned checking the time.
"it's 2 am what the fuck..." I said alarmed at the presence of someone at my door at this time.
I was suddenly very alert, and I grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter as I approached the door to my apartment.
the knocks came again causing me to start to hold my breath in fear.
"Who is it!?" I called out
"it's Llewyn a muffled voice came from the other side of the door."
I dropped my hand that had the knife in it and groaned loudly opening the door.
"woah is that a knife?" He asked, his eyes shooting down to my hand.
"yes, and I was about to stab you because what the fuck Llewyn? it's 2 am." I said annoyed.
"I know, I know, I just got back to New York after auditioning for a gig in Chicago and I need a place to crash for a couple days, then I'll be out of your hair I promise." He said quickly looking very tired.
"ugh fine, you're lucky we've known each other for so long." I groaned, opening the door wider to let him in.
He gave me an embarrassed smile as he walked in and mumbled a "thank you"
Llewyn and I have been friends since we were kids and I always regret not keeping in touch with him more in our adult years. But our lives took different paths, I became a nurse after doing years of college, med school, and residency, and he focused on his music career.
He placed his guitar case and small suitcase next to my couch and sat down taking his scarf and tattered shoes off.
I felt a sharp pain in my heart at the sight of him. He looked so worn out.
My cat Toast, walked up to him and started purring and rubbing himself against Llewyn causing Llewyn to smile and bend down to pet Toast.
"Hey Toast, nice to see you too. You're so big now Buddy!" he said fondly.
I was honestly shocked he still remembered Toast, he was just a kitten the last time Llewyn saw him. I smiled at the sweet interaction.
"Can I get you anything? Water, coffee?" I asked him.
"Some water would be nice"
"Alright I'll be back" I said.
I went to the sink and grabbed some water, handing it to him and then sitting on the couch next to him.
"so what's up with you? where have you been? it's been a while." I asked him.
"Nothing much, same old same old." he said softly.
I cleared my throat awkwardly as he sipped his water and I looked at him, taking in his appearance.
He was just as handsome as the last time I saw him, if not more, the harsh conditions of life seemed to be beating on him but I was grateful he was still here and kicking back at life after what happened with...
I shook my head and sighed.
I didn't feel like re-kindling my old childhood feelings for the man so I sighed and got up.
"I'll get you a pillow and a blanket, the couch is a pullout, just move the coffee table to a side." I said to him.
He nodded, rising to his feet as well and he started to move the coffee table.
I went to my room and grabbed a pillow and went into my closet, grabbing a blanket before making my way back to the living room.
"Here ya go Llewyn." I said handing him the pillow and blanket.
He smiled at me graciously and grabbed the blanket and the pillow , placing it on his makeshift bed.
I stood there awkwardly while he set it up and he sat down on the pullout and looked up at me.
I looked away quickly as I started blushing and rubbing my neck.
"Alright well, I'm gonna head to bed." I said turning around to go back to my bedroom.
I felt a hand grab my arm and I stopped and turned around, locking eyes with Llewyn.
My heart started beating rapidly and I held my breath, getting lost in his sad brown eyes that held so many different unreadable emotions right now.
"Hey, it's really great to see you again y/n." He said.
"Same here." I breathed out before slipping my hand out of his and quickly speed walking to my room and closing the door behind me.
I pressed my back against the door and slid down, putting my head in my hands.
Holy fuck, so much for pushing the feelings away...
After a minute, I let out a deep breath.
He's only a man y/n calm down.
I chuckled softly at myself before slipping under the covers back into bed.
I drifted off to sleep, he would probably be off to some gig tomorrow morning and I won't even be seeing him...
I woke up, yet again, to soft knocking on my door.
I raised my head and groaned, checking the clock again.
4am.
Really Llewyn???
"Come in!" I groaned out, and I heard the door open to an apologetic Llewyn silhouetted by the moonlight coming from my window.
His hair was Tousled from sleep and he seemed to be shivering and rubbing his arms.
"H-hey it's pretty cold in your apartment and that blanket doesn't really seem to be helping." He said with a slight laugh.
"Oh fuck I'm so sorry, I forgot the heat was broken, the guy is coming to fix it tomorrow. That's why I have two blankets" I said facepalming myself.
"Uhhhh" I said trying to think of a solution.
The only one that seemed to be logical was....
No.
But I can't let him shiver, look at him, he looks like an abandoned puppy!
I fought back a groan and went against all my screaming instincts.
"Why don't you come sleep with me? There's plenty of room" I said sitting up and patting the empty space in bed next to me.
I quickly started to backtrack at the phrasing of my sentence.
"I-I mean not like sleep with me like, I mean sleep in the bed with me, you know? To like, conserve heat and it's warm and-" I started to ramble before he cut me off with the raise of his hand.
"It's okay, and I know what you meant" he laughed.
I blushed and smiled at him sheepishly.
"I don't wanna make you uncomfortable, I can pull through till the morning, I'll put my coat on." He said moving to leave and close the door behind him
"No wait!" I said reaching a hand out into the air and he froze, turning around. With his hand still on the doorknob.
"I'm not uncomfortable, I promise, please come here." I said softly.
He let go of the handle and walked back Into the room, closing the door behind him.
"Thank you." He said as I lifted the covers for him to slip under
He laid down on his back and I did as well.
"Alright goodnight." I said, breaking the tension.
"Goodnight" he said back Into the darkness.
A few minutes later, he spoke up again.
"Hey y/n?" He asked
"Yeah what's up, you still cold?" I asked him with my eyes closed.
"Nah, I just wanted to ask you something." He said, his voice getting softer.
"Yeah, what is it?" I said sleepily.
"Jim told me you used to like me." He said hesitantly.
My eyes shot opened and my head turned to him.
"He told you what!? I'll kill him I swear-" I said panicked.
"Hey hey calm down, it's okay! I kept bugging him about it, it's not his fault." He said quickly. Turning onto his side and placing his hand on my shoulder.
My skin burned at the touch and I quieted down.
"I just wanted to know if you still felt the same way, because..." He said trailing off.
"Because?" I asked, holding my breath and searching his eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, for some type of answer.
"Because I like you y/n. I always have." He finished.
My breath escaped me and I slapped my hand over my mouth and looked at him.
"Please say something y/n." He said grabbing both my hands and squeezing them.
"Did I just ruin our friendshi-" I cut him off, letting go of his hands and cupping his face in my hands, kissing him passionately.
When I separated from him, we both panted softly and pressed our foreheads together.
I giggled lightly and he chuckled softly.
"Yes Llewyn, I still like you." I said. Rubbing my thumb against his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. It was such a beautiful sight.
He captured my lips in a kiss again and I pressed my body closer into his.
He deepened the kiss and I melted into him, wrapping my arm around him, wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible
That's when I felt his bulge against me and I gasped when I shifted my leg against it and he moaned into my mouth.
"Fuck I'm sorry I-" he started to apologize, but I cut him off.
"No no, it's okay. I want you as close as possible right now, I never want you to let me go." I said.
"I'll never let you go sweetheart." He said sincerely, and my heart fluttered at the pet name.
"I want you inside me." I said softly against his lips.
He nodded as he choked back a groan, understanding exactly what I wanted.
I pulled my pants and underwear down under covers and he did the same, tossing them across the room.
I turned so my back was facing him and pressed my body against his. He led his hand down to where I needed him most, where I was aching for him, and he delicately touched the pads of his fingertips to my clit causing me to let out a moan.
He slowly moved his fingers up and down, Occasionally slipping his fingers inside me just a little.
"Llewyn please." I whimpered for him.
"Alright princess." He said removing his fingers from me.
I felt him slowly start to rub himself up and down, covering himself in my wetness as well as his own precum. He panted softly before lining himself up with me and slowly starting to push himself inside me.
My gasp of surprise at his size soon turned into a languid moan.
He slowly slid himself all the way inside me and he stayed there, inside me, wrapping his arms around me.
He groaned as my walls clenched around him, adjusting to his size and I let out a whimper.
As we lay they together, connected at the hips I sighed softly.
"I've never felt more warm." He said, causing my heart to explode.
"Llewyn?" I called out as he kissed my shoulder softly and played with my hair.
"Yes baby?" He said gently.
"Please don't leave in the morning." I pleaded, wanting to wake up with his warmth sounding me inside and out.
"I won't." He said reassuringly.
"Promise me." I said.
"I promise I won't leave you. Not today, not ever." He said.
I hummed, satisfied with his answer, and drifted off to sleep with his body curled around me.
#llewyn davis x you#inside llewyn davis#llewyn davis x reader#smut#oscar isaac x reader#oscar issac smut#llewyn davis smut#fanfiction
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"are you wearing my shirt?" + Llewyn?
(so happy you're back hehe)
omg i love this one 🥺 thank you so much for sending this in and thank you for your kind words, it’s so good to be back 🩷
warnings: just fluff, one mention of period typical sexism (not llewyn), reader wears a nightgown, reader is a total introvert no i’m not projecting
Llewyn has a habit of showing up on your doorstep when you least expect it, maybe because he knows you’re too nice to turn him away. He never outstays his welcome—he has a keen eye for when you’re starting to feel a little suffocated and need your privacy back. After all, your shoebox of an apartment was definitely not made for more than one person—and that’s exactly why you chose it in the first place. As much as you love having friends and family around you, you very much value your solitude and need breaks from people on a regular basis.
So it’s strange that Llewyn’s been here for six nights in a row when his previous longest stay was three. And it’s even stranger that you’re not craving alone time the way you normally would be at this point. You like being around him, like having his gorgeous face to come home to every night. Especially with the long shifts you’ve been having to pull ever since your landlord raised the rent. He’s definitely a good listener, and he doesn’t mind you rambling about a horrid customer you had to deal with or the way your boss has been making inappropriate comments to all the women on staff.
The only bad thing is, these long shifts are leaving you with less and less time to get chores done. He hasn’t mentioned it, but Llewyn has been trying his best to help out around the house—washing the breakfast dishes after you realize you’re running late for work, restocking the fridge with your favorite wine when the bottle gets low, and generally trying to tidy up after himself. You’ve noticed the effort, and it makes your heart warm. He’s never tried so hard before, but it’s almost like he’s trying to impress you. Like he wants to take care of you.
You try not to get your hopes up, because Llewyn has been an infrequent house guest for the better part of three years and he’s never once shown any sign of romantic interest in you. Still, you can’t help the little crush you’ve been harboring. It’s hard not to fall for those sweet brown puppy eyes of his.
He’s a goddamn menace, and you love it.
You don’t realize you’re out of clean clothes until it’s too late. Thankfully your closet dries up on a Saturday that you don’t have to work, so you finally have time to do the laundry and catch up on a few other chores that need doing.
You’re about to say fuck it and rewear some dirty clothes, but there’s a few problems with that. One, working shifts in a diner is sweaty work and none of your clothes smell particularly appealing. Two, the man you would fall on your knees for is currently asleep on your couch and you don’t want to look anything but your absolute best around him—and that means skimpy shorts and loose-neck shirts, because what’s the harm in giving him something nice to look at?
You pad down the hallway in your nightgown, a threadbare garment that you would really rather not have him see you in, but there aren’t many other options. At least it doesn’t smell like you just dug your way out of a grave.
As you’re doing your best to load up the washer without making too much noise, you realize there’s a load of clean clothes in the dryer. Hardly able to believe your luck, you start digging through the load for something presentable to wear. But these fabrics are all unfamiliar, and your heart quickly sinks. These are Llewyn’s clothes, not yours.
So, you can stay in this ratty nightgown and pray that you somehow get a load of laundry through the washer and dryer before he wakes up. Not likely, considering the fact that it’s rare for you to wake up before him anyway and it’ll probably be a matter of minutes before he’s up.
Or, you can borrow some of his nice clean clothes, thank him profusely, and re-wash them for him once your load is done.
The choice seems obvious.
You find the perfect shirt right on top—a long button down that lands about mid-thigh at the longest part of the hem and covers just enough to not be a complete scandal. With your hair mussed up and the top two buttons undone, you look downright sexy.
You’re just starting the machine when Llewyn pads down the narrow hallway, stopping short at the door to the bathroom when his sleep-clouded eyes land on you.
You’ve never seen anyone’s pupils expand so rapidly, and it makes your heart skip a beat.
“Is that… are you wearing my shirt?”
You try to play coy, but you’re suddenly very aware of the fact that this is the pinnacle. There’s no getting out of this one, no way to keep pretending your feelings towards him are merely friendly. It’s terrifying and relieving all at once.
“Yeah, I umm… I didn’t have anything clean left. I’ll wash it for you when I’m done.”
He takes a step closer, and you can’t help but notice the way his chest heaves under that tight white tee of his.
“It looks good on you. Too good.” He takes another step closer, close enough now that you can feel the soft warm of his breath on your face.
“Too good?” You ask, praying he doesn’t notice the way your voice trembles just a little bit.
“Yeah. You’re gonna have to take it off.”
That’s when you feel his hand, slowly making its way up your arm to toy at the fabric where the collar opens around your neck.
With a sudden surge of confidence, you say, “Make me.”
And that’s all it takes for his lips to crash against yours, mere moments before he makes good on your challenge.
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I'd like to think that Llewyn Davis just absolutely ADORES sleeping on your stomach. Doesn’t matter where you are, whether you’re just on the couch or on the bed, he’d still lay his head on you. Even if you try to push him off, he’d always win in the end, stating that he’d get off “in five minutes, baby” (he never does). Sometimes, he’d even grab his guitar with him and just start humming while lazily playing the chords. Those were the times when you actually can’t find it in yourself to push him off. He just seems so in his element, when you can barely see the sunken eyebags under his eyes, when you can see the tiny wrinkles forming by his eyebrows as he's concentrating on his finger placement. By the time he’s done, you’re already yawning off into dreamland, unaware that that was exactly what he was aiming for.
#llewyn davis#llewyn davis x reader#its 3am in the morning and im tired of thinking#why not write a drabble
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Moon River & Me. Llewyn Davis x F’Reader.
Summary:-
This is just a little fluffy story to celebrate my birthday. The song Moon River is special to me as it was playing on the hospital radio as I was born. It was also my mums favourite song as she saw the movie when she was young and I remember her telling me when she was a teen in hospital, the doctor sang the song for her fixing her calliper brace. And spookily, I always hear this song around my birthday.
Lewlyn turns up at your apartment at 2am. after disappearing for a month. You help take care of him. But next morning you think he's gone and get a wonderful surprise.
So this is my first Lewlyn Davis story. I enjoyed writing this, so I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to share and comment.
Words:-993.
2am and the doorbell to your appointment rings echo its chime through the quiet chilly rooms as you rise from your warm cosy bed. Your ginger and white cat Rami is looking up grumpily as he’s disturbed from his sleep before stretching and plopping on his side, sleeping again.
Wrapping your thick purple and blue house coat around you and putting your slippers on, yawning as you pad into the hall, putting the light on. You knew who was at the door without even thinking. Opening the door to a rather tired and dishevelled man wrapped in almost inappropriate clothes for a freezing cold January morning.
Looking at him, the dark circles under his eyes, the greasy bobbing ebony curls, and the strong smell of cigarettes around him. Moving out of the way to let him inside. “Come in Lew, it’s 2 am, you know” you said sleepily, trying to mask some annoyance. He looked away as he sheepishly responded “I know, sorry, but I didn’t know where else to go”
Sighing “it’s fine. I’d rather you be safe here than on the streets. You must me freezing?” Lewlyn simply shrugs “a little” shaking your head“Let’s get some heat into you” walking towards her kitchen, turning the thermostat up and lightning the gas to boil the kettle “where have you been since you disappeared a month ago? I’ve been worried about you”
“Here and there, no where particular’ the answers vaguely. “But I’m here now” his cheeks form the slightest rose blush to them. “yeah till you disappear again to god knows where” your tone coming of harsher in your tired state.
His stomach grumbles loudly and with a look of embarrassment as he mumbles an apology. “I assume your hunger?” the kettle whistling in the background concocting a strange symphony with Lewlyn’s stomach.
“I’ll get you something to get eat if you go for a bath” walking past him to the bathroom, setting the shower up and getting him towels. “I’ll the change of clothes on the bed for you, okay” Lewlyn simply nods in response and as she closes the bathroom door you almost thought you heard him say “I love you” shaking your head thinking you’re hearing things to go to start cooking something light for him.
15 minutes later, a refreshed and relaxed man’s walks into the kitchen clean and changes. Smiling at him as he sits down “Here you go, it’s not much but should fill you till the morning” putting a plate of scrambled eggs on toast and a mug of tea in front of him. Lewlyn receives the plate and cup graciously and digs in with a contented sigh. “We really need to have a serious talk tomorrow Lew” swallowing his tea before answering with a smirk “I agree” shaking your head with a laugh “I’m going back to bed now, you okay to find your way there when you finish. Nodding his head as you stand up. You just reach your bedroom door when you hear the plate and mug in the sink and Lew’s footsteps behind you.
Next morning, you wake up in bed alone, and your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach. Getting up with a sigh, slipping into your slippers and robe, you open the your bedroom door to the soft strums of a guitar and humming only broken with Lewlyn’s voice speaking to Rami who meowed back at his questions. You knew the tune so well. With tears in your eyes, you rush to the lounge to find Lewlyn sitting crossed, legged, wearing the white t-shirt and blue boxers as the evening before, in the armchair his guitar resting his thighs.
As you take the scene in that’s in front of you as you lean on the door frame. “you remembered the song” smiling as a tear trickled down your cheek. At the sound of your tears, your cat runs towards you, leaning into you, comforting you. “Yeah, I do” he gets up from the chair, walking towards you, enveloping you in his arms, kissing the top of your head, his scent filling your senses. then proceeding to walk you towards the chair.
As you sit in the chair, Lewlyn sits on the arm leaning down and picking his guitar up and starts to sing
“Moon river, wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style someday
Oh, dream maker, you heartbreaker
Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way”
His voice sounded like honey, soothing and smooth. He hummed for a little as he strummed away at the cords you sat transfixed at this wonderfully talented man in front of you. You adored this song. It meant a lot to you. After seeing the movie the previous month with Lewlyn for Christmas.
Your trance broke as the timbre of his voice filled your ears still as sweet, but you hear something more the way he sounds. Something longing and wanting.
“Two drifters, off to see the world
There’s such a lot of world to see
We’re after the same rainbow’s end
Waitin’ ‘round the bend
My huckleberry friend
Moon river and me”
As he finished singing, his cheeks were rosie, and his ebony curls bounced as he smiled at you. He puts his guitar down and takes your hand, and holds it. “I can’t keep this to me myself anymore, Y/N I love you. I need to be with you if you’ll have me?”
Squeezing his hand back “I love you too, I’ve wanted you for so long. But I didn’t.....” He leans in gently kissing you.
“I know” smiling. You kiss him back with a little more passion tasting him, the taste of coffee and cigarettes. He breaks away resting his forehead and nose against you. “Happy Birthday sweetheart, I love you.”
Kissing him back “I love you too. This is a birthday I’ll never forget.”
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