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a-very-bored-blogger · 11 months

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"feverish encounter" || damon x reader

pairing: damon albarn x fem reader

word count: 600ish

warnings: porn without plot, pure smut, filth, cr*ampie, degradation, fingering, p in v, i can't think of anything else.

Note: very bad at writting smut. I'll reformat this soon enough. This is just porn without plot, pure filth.

"Mmph, Damon too much!" The girl moaned out. The Englishman simply giggled, tracing his fingers around the girl's soft thighs, sending electric waves onto her spine. He gets closer, sending a husky whisper into her ears, his voice deep and his accent strong.

"Love, ya feel so fucking tight." He says, digging digits, thrusting deeper and deeper into her pussy, his fingers moving forward and backwards as squelching noises emitted from her honeypot. "Fuck yes! Damon! Ah fuck!" The girl screamed, clasping in between sweet cries of pleasures and lustful moans. Damon still gives her the same shit-eating grin he has, as he feels her getting closer, and closer to release. Her insides tightened around his fingers as her mind went blank, orgasming and releasing everything in her body.

He sneered, looking down on her, satisfied with the feedback that his work has given him. He takes out his polaroid, and snaps a photo of his girlfriend naked, utterly fucked out of her mind, legs sprawled and a wet pool of zesty juices mixing together with the bed sheets.

And Damon wasn't satisfied.

The man smirks, getting on top of her, a full view of her perky tits as he touches the bud of her right nipple. Her body shudders in response, a small moan being let out. He strokes his shaft, up and down before teasing it around her clit, swirling it before her wet pussy

"Are you ready, doll?" He asks, with a deep sultry accent. The girl simply nods.

Damon inserts the full might of his cock into her tight entrance, grunting at how tight she is despite loosening her beforehand. The girl lets out a scream of pain, her entrance being stretched wide open by his shaft.

"Fuck fuck, you feel so good love." He mutters out. The girl holds his right arm and gives him a nod to let him know that it's alright to move.

And move, he did.

Damon moved forward and backwards, the feeling and pleasure he gets from the feeling of her pussy squeezing him tight. He thrusts ever so fervently, feeling so good around her. (y/n) simply screams, pleasure and pain mixing together, her eyes rolling back and forth as she lays in a phase of being awake and passing out from the intensity of it all.

Damon could feel himself getting closer as he gets faster, deeper and sloppier. His mind goes insane as he crosses his eyes a bit, panting and grunting, even letting out small moans in between them. Dirty words escaped from Damon's mouth.

"You think you're so elegant and innocent but look at you, getting fucked in the most dirty way possible. You're just a slut deep down. But it's alright love, at least you're my slut. My beautiful fuckdoll." He said with a dirty and charming smirk, incredibly pleased knowing that he has this beautiful girl collapsing into putty beneath him.

And after those range of words, he lets out louder grunts and pants before releasing deep into her, ropes of thick white semen spurting deep inside her. Soon enough, (y/n) eventually gave out her final orgasm of the night, losing count of the amount of times Damon had made her release. The girl utterly has no words at all. Her mouth laid agape to let out some drool before Damon gives her a quick chaste kiss on her forehead.

"Rest up love. I love you, my beautiful girl." Damon slowly says before holding her close to his chest, as they both fall asleep till the next wake of the sun.

#damon albarn smut #damon albarn x reader #britpop #90s #blur #blur band #liam gallagher #noel gallagher #graham coxon #alex james #dave rowntree

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ay0nha · 1 year

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request? could you write something with Damon having major sexual tension with a backing member of gorillaz (like a violinist or something) it’s vagueeee but still

SUMMARY: A warm smell surrounded you that’s familiarity made something bloom in your chest. It wasn’t a far cry to admit Damon was attractive. Any star was. Something scratched at your chest, toyed with you. It taunted you to bring the fabric close and be consumed by it. But Damon’s eyes were fixated on your every move; the wrong one would be catastrophic.

PAIRING: Damon Albarn x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.6K

WARNINGS: I tried to combine a handful of requests, so if it's a little choppy...don't worry about it....fluff, cursing, lack of coherent plot because I a little bit gave up half way through, nothing crazy, etc.

A/N: Hello! I love this concept so much. It was meant to be an enemies to lovers, but my little fluff-filled heart couldn't do it. Please, please enjoy! (If you can't tell, I live for this gif lol)

“Loop it.”

The harmonies felt better. But after going through every note in your range, Damon still refused to settle. Sleep clung to your voice and became prominent when you tried to push through.

“Let’s do it again…” Damon pressed the signaling button for his voice to echo. You could see through the glass fatigue ruled him and fueled his obsession. “Try the C major–” He hesitated to commit to the note, but not when he had called your hotel room in the middle of the night. “—No. Try doing–

“I’m taking a break.”

The headphones disconnected before Damon could reprimand you. If you had to be inconvenienced, so would he. Silence followed you as you moved through his home. Damon’s eyes tracked your familiarity in his home. There was something, a feeling he couldn’t decipher about the authority you found in it.

You were no longer a guest, but you weren’t a friend. Despite knowing each other for years, you never quite graduated from the acquaintance level. Yet, there you were, sipping from the mug Damon had made himself as if you were his other half.

Your position normalized it. The industry, which you barely claimed space in, normalized things like this. There was plenty of musical history to account for late-night sessions or jams, but this felt intentional. Different.

“Where are the others?” You teased him knowingly. You were well aware of the rumored soft spot he had for you, but it was hard to believe what he expected of you.

“Still sleeping.” Damon was restless, focusing on the wasted time on hot water and honey. “They’ll catch up.” He attempted to reason with your glare. “We need to get back.”

You had gotten further than usual, half a mug’s worth, before he complained. There wasn’t enough caffeine in the tea to keep you up, but the warmth helped. So did the fact that there was a fresh stock of the brand you gravitated towards. He was expecting you.

“Just a minute longer.” You hummed, neck stretching to the left and right until it popped. “Sure you don’t want any?” Damon declined, settling with a yawn. “You’ll have to sleep at some point.”

“I will…” He sniffed with agitation. You annoyed him and crawled under his skin just to settle there. “...once we’re done.”

“We are done.” A breath of amused laughter flitted through your nose. “You’ll have to drag me back in there.” Damon looked at you as if actually entertaining the thought. Throwing him a coy gaze, you added, “I’d love to see you try.”

“I thought about it.” He cracked a smile, finally. Damon was uncharacteristically quiet during the session, suppressing his usual cheekiness.

Your expression softened, matching his, “I know.”

“Maybe I’ll scrap the song.” He finally caved, his anxieties surfacing. “B-sides or something.” His movements became his own, demeanor present again, “What do you think?”

“I think it’s a mess.” You cleared your mug, the remaining tea cold and forgotten. “That what you want to hear?” You hummed for an answer. “Or that it’s the best thing I’ve ever heard?”

“Depends.” His smile remained present. “Does my ego need inflating?”

“God, no.”

Your breath of laughter was divine. Damon would listen to it on a loop if he could. These moments made it worthwhile. They were fleeting but brought a much-needed lightness to the night. Made the purpose of your presence just a little sweeter.

—

You’d come in with little layers, to begin with. Stumbling out of bed meant whatever was on your back would have to suffice for the day ahead. Yet, that hadn’t accounted for the switch of the air conditioning to accommodate the countless pieces of equipment used.

At night, things were different. You related to the solitude, the quietness making it easier to think. Yet, the buzz of a busy studio gave a unique rush to every meeting that helped immerse you in a world of collaboration.

“He kept you all night?” Jamie’s tone was teasing with the rhetorical question. It was obvious in how you looked—casually put together and gaze set on the goal of finishing—that you’d seen the sunrise.

You offered a simple smile, making it seem like you hadn’t minded. In reality, you hadn’t truly minded, but part of you resisted the game of cat and mouse.

“You’re allowed to say no.” Another breath of laughter. Jamie had a knack for using his humor for others' comfort, which you appreciated. Especially if it came to poking fun at Damon. “He does know what that means.”

“Keeps me occupied.” The excuse was rehearsed but not inaccurate, as you shrugged. “The extra cash doesn’t hurt.”

“God knows he’s got plenty to spare.”

Jamie looked at Damon. He was engrossed with his lyrics, scratching out words for others and shuffling the cue cards in different orders until they made sense for the singers who would soon spill in. A cigarette hung from his lips, the ash snowing down onto his work.

Damon mumbled against the butt to himself, taking a drag just to push it out through his nose. Something was appealing to the vice. Especially as you thought to reach out with your two fingers to capture your lips around the cigarette just to feel the heat of his lips.

“C’mere for a minute.”

There was a lag before you realized Damon had called out to you. There wasn’t a need for you yet; he would have to make something up soon to explain why you had to detach yourself from Jamie.

“The melodies sound good.” You crouched beside him, the compliment surprising not only him but yourself. “I heard you earlier…” You attempted to backtrack before the heat reached the tips of your ears. “...It’s shaping up nicely.”

“The lyrics are..." His sentence trailed off, morphing as he blew a raspberry. He couldn't quite shake the frustration of his unfinished song.

Goosebumps littered your skin as you reached across him for the marker in his hand. He knew you were cold since he avoided looking at how the swell of your breast peaked, looking for heat.

“Grammar’s a bit off.” You mumbled, adjusting the order of a few things. It was like a puzzle; the song's lyrics could be bent however you wanted but could only settle comfortably with a proper flow. “...Let's see how that sounds.”

You hummed the melody that had become your earworm. Damon matched it with the lyrics. The flow had changed with the slight adjustment as if mocking how it had taken days for him even to approach it.

“Yeah, that’s good…” Damon whispered to himself, to you. There was no reason to be surprised at your skill, but there was something that tickled him. “Good, let’s get the others.” He could feel the start of his rambling in his chest. “I mean, when everyone gets here…you can show them.”

“Somethings off with you…” Your eyebrows cinched together with premature amusement. “You don’t like it?”

Damon was hard-headed, never soft-spoken about his work and how he envisioned it. But he struggled to form his words the way he wanted with you.

“He’s upset that he didn’t come up with it himself. ” Jamie joined right as Damon went to thank you. “Now leave the girl alone; I don’t know how she’s not sick of you yet.”

—

As others filtered in, producing and recording, the smoke began to fill the room. Things began to come easy, things falling into place with more than a pair of eyes looking for a solution. Damon thrived in the environment. He personified the more, the merrier.

He would detach himself from one group just to mingle with those working in the opposite direction. He multitasked even when everyone decided to relax collectively, yourself included.

“All I’m saying is that the audience in Rio has this unmatched energy.”

They talked about the upcoming tour, regaling tales of part performances that couldn’t be matched. It had just been confirmed and announced to the anticipatory fans in capital cities globally.

“Toyko, hands down.” Another added. “ Plus, the food is well worth the travel.”

You traveled for work but only hopped from one studio to the next. Never had you performed in front of crowds as the rest had. They shared stories of the things thrown at them during peak performances and tales of drunken nights that were fuzzily being put together.

“Albarn, do you remember?” They called for him across the room. He had waited for the single invitation to be closer to you with the backing of an excuse. “In Montreal, how’d we get back to the hotel?”

Damon didn’t touch you, not yet, at least. The arm around the cushion of the sofa settled comfortably as he sat. His head lulled back and forth, giving attention to those he conversed with. But something about how he gravitated to your space made it seem like his undivided attention was yours.

You found it difficult to listen to shared stories you knew little about. But you liked the rumble you felt against your side when Damon fluttered with laughter. Each time, he would catch the goosebumps that spread across your arms. He figured you were cold, but you were worried that you were revealing yourself, and he only reveled in it. So you used the very excuse of being affected by the temperature to cover yourself.

You could have gone without asking, but your hand landed on his knee before you realized. “You have a jumper or something?”

His eyes lingered on your hand, which caught his attention. It was a smart move on your part, better than trying to call his name, knowing it would go out in one ear and out the other. Others continued around you, making nothing of the touch, but you rarely initiated something.

“On the chair.” Damon jutted his chin across the room where his sweatshirt had been scrapped.

Eyes were on you, watching your sock-clad feet pad carefully over the various wires that littered the floor. The sweatshirt was intentionally large on Damon, so it swam on you as you pulled it over your head.

A warm smell surrounded you that’s familiarity made something bloom in your chest. It wasn’t a far cry to admit Damon was attractive. Any star was. Something scratched at your chest, toyed with you. It taunted you to bring the fabric close and be consumed by it. But Damon’s eyes were fixated on your every move; the wrong one would be catastrophic.

Someone called your name, and your original spot was filled beside Damon. There was a yearning to return to that, probably the shared exhaustion of the day forefronting your thoughts.

—

Your eyes couldn’t help but drift throughout the session. It was becoming a hard habit to break. But for once, you were thankful, able to catch the tail end of Jamie and Damon’s tiff. They had their lovers quarrels, but they never remained quiet. They were never shy to be dramatic for everyone to hear and witness.

The studio glass was your barrier, but you had an inkling it was about you. Jamie was always an advocate for you, for everyone. He, although not always, could talk sense into his counterpart. You just wished he waited to do it when you weren’t there or when you could eavesdrop.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m—

“Nah, I’m tired of your excuses.” Jamie tutted, arms crossing with conviction. “You have a beautiful girl over in the middle of the night, and you make her work.” He shook his head as if it was the most despicable thing. “The only thing she should be doing is moaning–

“Fuck off.” Damon frowned at the crudeness. He’d mused the thought but never allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy. “It’s not like that, believe me.

“You’re letting me down.” Jamie continued, ready for the fight. “What happened to you?” He always tapped right on Damon’s pressure points. “You’ve gone soft, can’t even ask out a girl without falling apart.”

“Thanks, mate.” Damon threw a glare, still looking ahead. He caught your eye unintentionally. But his eyes flickered back to Jamie before the slim chance of being ashamed. “Go find something to do, I can’t babysit today.”

“You’re drawing it out,” Jamie said. “She’ll be gone when you finally fucking do something—

“I’ve invited her out tonight.”

The lie flew out fast. Damon had only heard through the whispers of others that you would think about going. Now, he gambled.

Jamie’s eyebrows twitched up, “With us?”

“Who else?”

A smirk pulled at the thought. Years passed, and your tendency to avoid social events began to precede you. “You bribed her to say yes, didn’t you?”

—-

“Refill?”

Damon watched your drink dwindle. Your ordered whatever everyone else was having, making it easy to blend in. It was his excuse to talk to you, which he found otherwise difficult.

The music was loud, thumping directly to drown out his voice. Yours carried beautifully as you laughed with the company. It felt like a strike every time Damon heard it. A reminder of the incompetence Jamie had reminded him of earlier.

“Hmm?”

The music covered Damon’s words. You leaned close to his neck; ear perked to hear him. He had caught you on the dance floor, where you swayed to the beat. On the off-beat, your shoulder brushed against his, a deliberate move on your part.

“Your drink…” He pointed to it this time. The strobing lights helped cover his stumble. “You want another?”

Damon looked good. Maybe it was the buzz around you allowing you to fall behind the veil of alcohol. It helped that people around you bumped the two of you closer. If he hadn’t been looking at you so intently for an answer, you’d be in his arms within a matter of minutes.

“Yeah,” You nodded. “I’ll go with you.”

The atmosphere of the club required commitment. But the bar offered a reprieve. You were lucky to have found a free stool that wobbled under your weight while Damon flagged down the bartender. You were sure some recognized him, but as he matured, the more privacy he maintained.

“Thought you would be a no-show.” The gin and tonic had a heavy pour, reflecting the overwhelmed workers and carelessness of the night. You sipped on its sweetness, patient for Damon’s response.

“So did I.” Ironically enough, you had approached Damon. You extended the invitation, lying through your teeth that the others had sent you to ask him. Relief flooded him. A shrug simplified Damon’s feelings. “Changed my mind.”

“Why?” You teased, looking at him with nothing but conviction. “You found out I was coming?”

“Something like that.” His lips twitched at the sentiment, arms encasing you as more bumped him toward you, “Jamie’s quite persistent.”

Your drinks dwindled, and more were ordered. The bubble you’d created was filled with wit, a banter that came naturally and held heavy sentiments. You had already memorized the way the corners of his eyes crinkled, how his laughter started deep within his chest just to echo its way to you. But it never got old. Typically, you’d scold yourself for admiring him that way but indulged regardless. Damon was never subtle with how his gaze lingered, but you doubted subtly was his priority.

Especially as he broke eye contact with you just to wet his own lips, mirroring your gesture. “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded. “You’ve got my attention.”

It seemed the best time to ask you when he had you in his grasp. There wouldn’t be a more appropriate time in his eyes. This was what he wanted most but never knew how to express. He wanted you near him, like this.

“Come on tour with me.”

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starssaroundmyscarssblog · 1 month

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𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 (part one)

pairing: 90s!damon albarn x fem!oc

summary: in which she lives in a very big house in the country, and he can't get enough

word count: 2.95k

warnings: clay (and real) pigeon shooting, mentions of game hunting, mentions of sex

maeve hadn't expected the living room to resemble a large 'escape the rat race' board when she entered, searching for the long coat she was sure she'd left over the back of a sofa (that had been banished to a far corner) the previous night. tiptoeing over the straw that littered colourful squares, she searched high and low for said coat trying to ignore her brother yelling at her to hurry up from the kitchen.

finally, after squatting down in a corner and groping around under the sofas until her fingers brushed the heavy material, maeve stood up and tucked it under her arm. a whistle from the door frame caught her attention and she was ready to tell her brother to do one, but she caught herself. damon was stood in the doorway with one hand above his head- it looked like he was trying to hold himself up from the doorframe whilst balancing a tray with two cups of tea on the other hand.

maeve hopped over the props that had materialised during her search and took a mug gratefully, taking a long sip as they walked down the corridor. "all set up, then?" she asked, stopping en route to collect a dark green smock hooked over a peg by the pantry as the fog of the morning hadn't lifted over the fields.

"yeah, we should be done by four if the boys turn up on time." damon looked at his watch, "which hopefully shouldn't be too far from now." the pair entered the kitchen, a room with a cold stone floor and even colder stone tiling, greeting george (maeve's brother) and her father who were stood by the back door and ready to go.

maeve ditched her half empty mug in the ceramic sink, and jammed her heavily socked feet into the wellies she'd upturned from the rack. george was hopping about on the spot, restless. "hurry up, maeve, i want to go!" he was younger by a few years and stroppy when he didn't get his own way. she sighed through her nose. "oh, tell him dad!"

mr archibald clapped him on the shoulder and lead him out of the door as he said, "we'll be going in a few minutes, george, maeve can't help that her coat went missing. we'll be away before the filming starts-" at this damon called out his thanks with his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, "-and we'll be back when they've finished and cleared up. okay?" looking out of the window, maeve could see her brother nod reluctantly.

"if you need anything, mum's only down the road visiting nan. don't let anyone on the third floor, george might kill you if he finds out someone's gone into his room, and i hope everything goes smoothly." with one swift movement, maeve zipped her smock up to her chin and kissed damon goodbye on the cheek.

he returned the gesture wholeheartedly and opened the back door even though she was perfectly capable of doing it herself. "thanks again for letting me stay over last night, and for letting us use the house. bloody nightmare trying to find one once people found out what we needed it for."

there was a scattering of wet paws spreading mud over the flagstones and all of a sudden two springer spaniels were panting heavily and clawing at damon's shirt. maeve slapped her thigh to get the dog's attention, glaring at them as she pointed for them to trail back out of the door. "poppy, ollie, out now." with their tails between their legs they trotted out of the kitchen.

"sorry about them, they just get excitable. they haven't been out with us for a few weeks. you can put your shirt in the washing machine if you want."

"oi, maeve, are you coming or we're leaving without you!" george bellowed from the bastle house, impatience rising with his temper. maeve sighed, grabbed damon by the cheeks and kissed him hard right infront of the kitchen window just to wind george up. he pulled away, breathless but smiling brightly. "if that's what i get every time you're late, i'm going to have to hide your coats more often."

"i mean it!"

"love you." she said, shutting the door behind her as damon winked when the doorbell rung. if she was quick enough, maeve could get all of her things from the bastle house in enough time to miss the rest of the boys arriving.

underfoot the muddy puddles splashed with the force of her wellies meeting the ground, and maeve swung around the door as george was filling a box with spare pellets. maeve grabbed her shotgun from where it was hung over a hook and snatched up a box of ammunition to stuff in her shoulder bag. in her pocket was her gun license, should people come walking over the public footpaths and ask why she had a firearm.

maeve knew her hobby was unethical, but shooting birds and hunting game was something she enjoyed doing she was clay-disc shooting this morning and then rambling through the countryside her parents owned before driving back in the old land rover to meet damon for an exhibition at the tate that evening.

george snorted a laugh as he picked up a polaroid picture he'd found wedged under garden tools piled into a corner of the bastle. "i think damon dropped something last time you were in here," and handed it back to her while miming wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

"glad to see you've cheered up," she said before looking down at the picture. her cheeks flushed hideously, she remembered staring at the ceiling of her bedroom blissed out as damon hovered over her. before she could protest he'd snapped a picture of her, from the top of her tits all the way to her headboard laughing as if he'd said the funniest thing in the world.

she shoved it into her pocket to serve as a reminder to scold damon when she saw him again, running out of the bastle as she grabbed the car keys for the land rover and shoved all of her things onto the back seat before jumping into the drivers seat. she pulled out of the driveway as george pestered her to put the radio on and her father criticised her for changing gears too quickly when they drove past the rest of the band trundling up the road.

maeve lifted her hand off the steering wheel to wave at them quickly before turning onto a secluded country track to take them all the way down to the bottom fields. damon had asked them to keep the noise down, as he didn't want the takes to be messed up and he would get lost of he, the only one who had a decent idea of the land, was tasked with finding them.

george hopped out of the backseat with the dogs to open the gate, making 'forwards' and 'backwards' gestures with his hands as maeve attempted to park as best she could on the soggy mud. she locked the car after unloading her kit over her shoulders, and greeted tony and pete by shouting over the field at them. tony and pete's waved back as they continued polishing the clay disks with cloths worn down from generational use

"pull!" maeve's voice was loud as the wind carried her shout to tony, who reached into the cage on the table. she watched at the clay disk flew from his finger tips and into the sky, as it crested and she aimed just below as her finger rested in the trigger. with delicacy, she pushed the trigger down and dug her heels into the ground as the recoil shot through her arm and right to her lower back.

with a sharp crack the bullet left the barrel of the shotgun and propelled itself right into the middle of the clay disk, shattering it into pieces as poppy dashed forwards eagerly to retrieve the largest chunks. maeve waved away the smoke with her hand and returned to her dad, drawing a tally mark under where her name was written in chalk on the board. she was three- no, four, points now that he'd missed his shot, above george and wasn't a fan of his gloating.

she reached for the old china mug she'd left on the small wooden table they'd se up and took a sip of her tea, enjoying the warmth that seeped through her fingertips and to her wrists. maeve looked at her watch, ten to two and quite a while until george would be able to go into the house without seeing any of the band members. he didn't like them, she knew that, but she wished he wouldn't play oasis whenever damon was over. damon said he didn't mind, "really, i don't care. it doesn't bother me, love," but george did it anyway.

pete jumped over the gate and splashed wet mud all up his gaiters as he dropped a covered basket by his feet. ollie pushed himself through the gaps in the wooden fence and started to sniff around the basket, nudging it open with his nose and dragging out a limp pigeon in his sharp teeth.

george hollered and whooped, throwing a bird that regained use of its wings when it was set into the air and aiming at it. he was about to shoot when maeve beat him to it, the shot echoed around the field as the pigeon fell to the floor and poppy retrieved it for the pile of broken clay. he glared at her, yelled "pull!" before pete had a chance to drag to pigeons over to the clay disks, gesturing with the barrel of his shotgun at tony to hurry up and get on with it.

tony wrestled with the bird and flung it skywards, across to the corner of the field and george took aim before the crest and shot the bird out of the sky. in his excitement he fell backwards with the recoil and insisted, because he said so, that they go stalking through the forest for game.

their dad said no. maeve set the birds into the sky one by one and there was a free-for-all, with shouts of 'the one on the left is mine' or 'i've got the one on the right' ringing with gunshots and clicks of barrel reloading. poppy and ollie were springing about with pigeons stuffed in their mouth, dropping them infront of tony and pete who patted their sides and fed them treats for their hard work.

then maeve grabbed george, the dog's leads and the animals that she clipped them to, and they walked off into the woods with eyes peeled and ears alert. they were silent, leaves crunching and branches snapping underfoot as they tried to listen for rustling bushes or movements in the bracken. george locked onto what he thought was a rabbit but was just a clump of fluff caught on a bramble, and maeve missed a fox that came streaking past while she was untangling the strap of her shotgun from her hair.

they continued, circling the edge of the woods with only the dogs for company, until maeve realised they'd come all the way back round to the field where their dad was pulling clay for tony and pete was nursing a coffee maeve suspected he'd made irish with a dash of baileys from the hip-flask she'd bought him for his birthday.

all of a sudden, as they were trekking through the marshy ground, the heavens opened with a clap of thunder and flash of lighting. martin (their dad) had disassembled the trestle table in a flash and had chucked it into the trailer of pete and tony's car for them to take back to the house, had tipped pete's drink back his throat for him while he was disposing of the dead game, and loaded maeve and george's guns into the boot in the blink of an eye.

maeve settled into the front seat in her still dripping smock, martin hadn't let her take it off as the track to the country road flooded quicker than anything and they had to get back to the house before they were stranded until the rain stopped. "what's the point in having a land rover," george leant over the middle seats to turn the radio on, "if we can't use it to get through flooded roads?"

as maeve flicked the indicator and checked for the absent oncoming traffic, she said, "because last time it happened you were driving and you got us stuck. we had to call a rescue service who couldn't find us, and we missed the rehearsal dinner for cousin sophie's wedding."

"but sophie's a bitch. i'm glad we weren't there."

"i was the maid of honour!" maeve shouted as she turned onto the driveway and drove all the way around the back of the house to the bastle. damon and graham were outside smoking, leaning against the dry part of the wall protected by the porch overhang. she didn't see them as she left the car and hooked her shotgun over her shoulder.

graham whistled. "your arse looks great in those trousers, maeve," he called out with a final drag as damon pulled the cigarette from his mouth and stubbed it out against the wall. maeve smiled and disappeared around the bastle, hanging up her shotgun and putting back the box of bullets she's brought but hadn't needed to use. she hung out her smock to dry and wiped away some mud that had caked around her nose using the specked mirror on the wall.

maeve walked back round to the backdoor and held onto damon's arm as she kicked off her wellies and stood them upside down on the rack under the shelter of the porch. the thick socks on her feet padded over the flagstones of the kitchen and maeve nearly barged into alex, who'd appeared with a pitcher of water in one hand and a plate empty save from crumbs in the other, on her way down the hall and up the stairs.

the grandfather clock at the top of the staircase in the entrance hall chimed loudly five times, and right on cue the camera crews shook hands with martin and thanked him for letting them use the house before trooping out of the front door and into the vans waiting for them in the front drive.

damon sighed. "sorry we ran over time, i bet george was a pain in the arse."

"as per," she led him up the stairs and unlocked her bedroom door, letting the two of them in as damon flicked on the light, "but we lost track of the time anyway. managed to get out into the woods as well, but the rain cut us off after one loop." maeve cringed as she pulled her thick socks off and discarded them in the pile of her clothes that had gathered at the foot of her large bed, her bare feet making cold contact with the floor sent a shiver shooting up through her.

maeve slipped into her en suite and started the shower, revelling in the water that warmed her bones pleasantly - she hadn't realised she was that cold. standing under the hot water of the shower stream felt like bliss, though she was in and out in a few minutes after scrubbing her aloe vera body wash roughly against her skin. she rubbed moisturiser over the cracked skin of her nose whilst gently moving the excess down over her cheeks and to her collar bones, where a bruised colour mark was beginning to bloom under her pale skin.

damon was lying still at the foot of her bed when maeve emerged from the bathroom, playing with a rubix cube that had been unfinished since 1986 in his long fingers. she sat down at her vanity and the heavy chair legs scraping across the floor disturbed him from the quiet, instead turning to prop himself up on his elbows as he watched maeve run a brush through her hair. "so everything went well, then?" she asked, pulling a light brown eyeliner pencil through her lashline.

"yeah, all good. there might be straw under some of the sofas though, but we tried to get rid of as much as possible." he fiddled with something on his wrist, "sorry."

"don't worry about that, there's always mud caked onto the floor somewhere so we'll get round to clearing it away soon."

as maeve pulled on her tights and buttoned up her fitted shirt, she lifted up a delicate gold necklace. "would you?" she asked, turning to stand infront of the mirror to check her skirt when damon's hands slid over her shoulders and moved her hair away gently. the ribbon of the velvet bow in her hair tickled his nose as damon dipped lower and pushed a series of feather kisses to the back of her neck, clasping the necklace under the collar with a nip on the shell of maeve's ear.

her cheeks flushed as she pushed his face away, dragging her nails over the column of his neck before reaching around him for her chunky brown cardigan. maeve grabbed her bag and damon's hand, dragging him down the stairs and through the entrance hall, snatching her car keys from the trinket dish by the front door. she shouted 'bye, don't wait up', over her shoulder as damon wrapped his arms around her waist and bundled her over to her vintage mercedes parked on the gravel driveway

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so-much-for-stardust6 · 8 months

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Quickie- Damon Albarn x Reader

got the random urge to write an idea at 2am so here’s another post

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

summary: a horny damon convinces you to have a quickie while graham and the kids were right outside.

i chopped up the lettuce, adding it to my bowl full of other vegetables. damon and i were having a little get together. and by get together i mean just us two with our kids and graham with his kids. graham and damon sat together on the patio, sipping some cold beers while watching the kids play around the small playground. i smile to myself at the sight, loving the man even more. i continue making the salad, not paying attention to my surroundings. i didn’t notice damon enter the house, walking up behind me. i jump at the feeling of his hands on my hips. he chuckles at my reaction as i turn around to lightly smack him.

“scared you?”

“oh shut up.” i roll my eyes.

i go back to the food and continue when i felt soft kisses being pressed to my neck. i hold back a moan as he lightly sucks in my well known sweet spot.

“dames, not now. graham and the kids are right outside.”

“who cares? i need you…i want you..” his voice low, dripping with lust.

an instant wetness pooled in my underwear, causing my thighs to rub together. i knew he noticed and i could just imagine his famous smirk plastered on his face. i subconsciously arched my back, pressing my ass against him, feeling his already hard dick. i laugh in my head at how easily this guy gets hard, anything does it for him.

“gotta make it a quick one darlin, don’t want gra to get suspicious now do we?” his rough hands pulled up the bottom of my dress, exposing my skin.

the cold air made me shiver, gripping the edge of the counter in excitement.

“n-no.”

“good girl.” his hands rubbing my ass, massaging it.

“the things i’d do to make you beg for me…but unfortunately we don’t have the time.” he pulled down my underwear.

it was practically soaking wet already, embarrassingly wet. he rubbed his fingers between my folds, collecting wetness and bringing them up to his lips. he groaned around his fingers, loving my taste. he was lost in thought, thinking about what to do next. he then quickly kneeled to the floor, immediately going to lick me up. he wasted no time, hesitant meaning nothing to him. i gasped out at the overwhelming pleasure, trying to keep quiet. my eyes landed on graham’s back as he watched the children run around. i drop my head down, biting onto my arm to stop myself.

“you taste so good…so tasty…” he mumbled against me, the vibrations driving me crazy.

“fuck damon, i’m so close…”

i felt pathetic, being so close already. but he absolutely loved, it drove him crazy. it made him know how good he’s doing, encouraging him to go faster. and that’s exactly what he did. he sucked harder, used his tongue faster and gripped my thighs more. i let a small moan lip, too weak to even quiet myself.

“holding back those sweet moans…keep em’ coming.”

i immediately let go of my arm, my teeth marks deep in the skin. one by one, moans left my mouth. i definitely tried keeping the volume of them down, really not wanting to be caught by anyone.

“damon-i’m gonna cum.” i moan out.

i felt him tap my thighs, a signal he uses telling me to cum whenever he can’t speak. he mainly uses it while he’s eating me out or while on vocal rest. he continued his magic as i came all over his face, grinding myself on him. as my senses lowered back to normal and i was out my high, he pulled away from me. his chin, cheeks, and neck covered in my wetness and cum.

“okay..go back out there before he’s suspicious.” i dismiss the man, collecting myself before trying to go back to the salad.

“we’re not done.” i hear his belt unbuckle.

“damon, you said a quickie.”

“i couldn’t resist tasting you baby, but i also can’t resist feeling you.”

he lowered his pants, dick springing free. i look at his red dick, begging to be inside me. i can’t say no to him, i equally need him as bad.

“fine.” i sigh out, acting annoyed when really i can’t wait to be pounded by him.

like before, he wasted no time in getting to the point. slamming into me, jerking my body forwards even more against the cold counter. i look back out the window, noticing graham checking his watch. i grew worried that he’d come looking for damon, so i pushed damon away. he was clearly confused but his face turned to joy when he saw me hop up on the counter. he swiftly moved in between my legs and went back to thrusting into me. this is our favorite position when doing quickies. it was the fastest way for our quickies. he connected our lips, hungrily devouring my bottom lip with his teeth. my hands tugged at his hair, his low moans rumbling in his chest. i scooted closer to the edge so he can get a better angle. he perfectly hit my g-spot, making me see spots of white.

“fuck damon…” i whispered against his lips.

i felt him smirk. i love his smirk. we probably looked like teenagers fucking. he was insane with his thrusts, kissing each other like we’ve never kissed before, hands touching each others body until we felt every inch. i tapped his bicep three times, another signal we made meaning to go faster. he was already going fast but he went way faster. it was like he was inhumane, taking the role of the flash. my mind kept going blank, not thinking straight as a loud moan escaped my lips. i snapped back to reality when i realized my mistake.

“you’re being too loud baby, tone it down.” he moved my lips to kiss around my jawline and neck. he held back the urged to suck, not wanting hickies to appear out of nowhere and cause graham to speculate the truth. i felt the familiar feeling in my lower stomach rise again.

“again…” i managed to breath out, speechless at his speed.

“cum for me love.” he muttered against my neck.

his hands groping my breasts pushed me over the edge. i clenched around him as my back arched. i bit my lip to stop my crazy loud moans, knowing everyone would hear them. the feeling of me cumming around him sent damon over his edge as well. hot spurts of cum filled me up, warmness engulfing my body. he slowed his pace a bit until coming to a complete halt. we sat here, calming down from the basically crazy orgasm. he began to slowly pull out of me, his cum leaking from my sore pussy. he grabbed some paper towels and began to clean us up. not an ideal way to clean but they were near and easily accessible. before he wiped me up, he used two fingers to scoop up some cum. i opened my mouth already knowing his intentions. his cum coated fingers entered my mouth, the salty taste of him taking over my taste buds. i sucked and moaned around his fingers, making sure to clean every little bit off. he pulled them away and finished cleaning up. his pants back on and my underwear back up, we looked completely normal. a bit sweaty that usual but other than that normal. damon went to the sink and washed me off his face, not wanting graham to see how i get with damon’s tongue.

“you’re amazing my love, see you outside.”

he pressed a quick peck to my plump lips before leaving to return to the waiting man. i watched as damon explain his lie to graham, saying he had to help me with some food. i went to clean up the counter before continuing the rest of the food for today.

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damonjuicyscock · 3 months

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Heya Loviiiies

I'm done with auditions ! Do you know what it means ?

It means a new chapter out this weekend !

Can't wait for you to read it.

Hope you're all doing okay and taking care of yourselves.

See you on Sunday !

DJC❤️

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stellatekintsugi · 2 years

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Damon Albarn

#damon albarn x reader #damon albarn icons #damon albarn smut #damon albarn gorillaz #damon albarn

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prettycoolgirl · 2 years

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hii ok ok so a thought maybe like damon is your best friend's dad and you two are sneaking around

la luna enamorada

pairing - bfd!damon albarn x reader

warnings : smut

summary : you get sick and damons there to comfort you <3

notes : this is a short one, im catching up on requests one right now <3

for the past week you've been spending time in your apartment alone on the couch trying to get better from you catching the flu. the whole week damon texted you asking if he could stay over with you repeating no over and over again. sure you would love his company but you didn’t wanna get him sick a week before tour starts, that was until he showed up unannounced to your doorstep.

surely he wasn’t joking when he said he would make you feel better.

he’d showed up with many bags filled with medicine and snacks, he’d also make you so much tea and massaging you while putting on a movie.

to distract you from being sick he’d have your face in his shoulders while his hands gripped your hips. each of his thrust pushing him deeper than before filling you up, his hands at your sides before going connecting them with your finger tips.

“doing so good baby feels so good.” he said panting, angling his hips to thrust harder leaving you seeing stars. pressing your hands deeper into the couch as his hips slammed into yours. “your doing amazing, be a good girl and come for me.”

“good girl” damon grunted while your walls fluttered around him. a moan slipping out from your throat as his pace fastened, a raspy moan slipping out from damon’s lips as he thrusted one last time before filling you with thick ropes of his release.

“you okay baby?” he asked pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he let go of your hands, you nodding and smiling. “go lay in the bath and i’ll cook us something to eat” placing another kiss on your shoulder.

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twentiethcenturygurl · 2 years

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warmer with you here

smut, more smut, age gap of however big u want it (i'm thinking like 20 years). weed smoking. bit of angst. i had current damon in mind but it could be damon from any period between 2017-now. based on the gorillaz world tour.

might make a part 2 to this if it does well because i like their dynamic..let me know if this is something you guys wanna see :)

it was 1am in the dressing room and the band were celebrating after finishing their final show of the tour.

it had been fantastic (you had attended 12 out of the 35 dates). you were lucky enough to be friends with seye, so you were invited on tour for the local gigs (when i say local, i mean the European dates) to watch from backstage and hang out with the band.

you got on with everyone really well; jesse, mike, femi, jeff and even stu - but seye and smog were your favourites. smog was like a father figure to you as he'd always try his best to help you with your TEFL course you were taking whilst on tour - whenever he had the time. you had dreams of travelling to madagascar to teach english to the less fortunate kids there once you had qualified. you would spend about an hour studying every day when not much was happening - either during soundcheck or in the mornings after breakfast. he'd always try his best to help, despite not knowing much about the topic himself.

but damon. damon was the one you were least familiar with. he was always somewhere else, rarely hanging out with the group - he always had better things to do. you had hardly spoken to him - nevermind a one-to-one - as (unless he was performing) he was always either exploring the area with missy, or writing songs in his hotel room alone. but you wanted to get the know him - you just couldn't understand the hype.

tonight, however, damon was there. very very stoned.

as a group, we played a few rounds of cards in the candlelit room before we gradually got bored and the drunken conversations took off. damon didn't say much though, he just sat in his little corner of the burgundy sofa passing a spliff back and forth between femi and himself.

conversations soon trailed off and before long people began to take themselves off to bed. smog was one of the last to go, and he let you know by ruffling up your hair as he passed behind you on his way to the door. it was now only femi, damon and yourself left in the room.

'anyone want a drink?' you asked the suddenly silent room, lifting yourself up from the sunken arm chair and heading over to the mini fridge.

'i'm all good thanks' femi responded.

'damon?' you asked again, offended by his silence.

'not for me thanks' he responded bluntly, not even batting an eye in your direction before placing the spliff between his lips again.

you headed over to the fridge and retrieved yourself a cool can of red stripe before collapsing into the chair again.

'want a toke?' damon asked, offering the spliff across the table.

you hesitated for a second, swallowing the cool liquid before meekly nodding and standing up to take the spliff. you took a drag before handing it back to damon and making your way back to your chair.

but before you could sit down, 'come sit here, so we can all share it easier' damon said, patting the sofa beside him.

you stood up again from your semi-perched position and made your way over to the sofa beside damon. the small (but comfy) sofa. so small that the two of your thighs were pressed together, not helped by damon's uninviting manspread.

'so..teaching english as a foreign language i hear?' damon said, passing the spliff over to you.

'yeah that's right. i want to teach in madagascar one day...hopefully' you chuckle. 'how did you know?'

'i notice you and smog sweating it out every so often. good for you though, it's a great thing to do' he smiled, actually looking at you for the first time you can remember. weird. you thought. he's already charming you and he's said less than 50 words.

'i reckon imma cut, y'a know. spliff's knocked me out' femi spoke out, handing the spliff back to damon.

'alright bud. sleep well. i won't be far behind you' damon said, nodding his head at femi.

you smiled at femi, sending him a subtle wave goodbye 'night femi. see you tomorrow'.

the room fell silent as the door shut. the sudden realisation that it was just you and damon left, cramped thigh to thigh with the whole of the room's chairs empty, made you bolt up from the sofa. 'i'll go sit over-'

'stay'. damon interrupted calmly, reaching up and grabbing two of your fingers. 'it's much warmer with you here' he followed up.

you looked down at him, slumped on the sofa, and it was the first time it clicked in your brain; he really was very attractive. and it was only now you had realised.

you slowly lowered yourself back onto the sofa after no further thought, damon's eyes trained you as you did so. he leant over to the side table beside him and put out the spliff before returning his focus to you.

'can you roll?' he asked, a look of kindness in his soulful eyes.

'n-no. i cant.' you stuttered.

damon leant over to collect the smoking paraphernalia from the table 'i'll teach you'.

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'aaand you lick like this' he briefly gazed up at you as his tongue trailed across the strip of gum 'then stick like this' he twirled the spliff around until it was perfectly sealed before presenting the (almost) finished spliff in front of you.

you reached out to take it between your fingers, but only for damon to retract it.

'ah ah. rollers rights.' he shook his head. 'also one final tip: you want to light the end of the roach to burn any extra paper for an easier smoke.' he said, flicking the lighter and doing exactly that. 'now...it's done'.

'but you haven't twirled the end?' you asked, confused.

'that's unnecessary. takes longer to light if you do that. people only do that to make it look pretty.' he smirked, placing the spliff between his lips. 'pretty like you' he said, raising his eyebrows as the spliff bounced in his mouth before he brought a spark to light it.

you were suddenly flooded with embarrassment, the feeling of crimson flushing your cheeks. you stayed cool, though, only sending him a flattered smile.

his chest expanded as the smoke filled his lungs. he tilted his head onto the back of the sofa to exhale - clouds of smoke escaping from his relaxed mouth. his head tilted in your direction, making your eyes meet (as your eyes had previously been revelling on his perfect side profile). he glanced down towards his fingers that were holding the spliff between you, indicating for you to take it.

'oh' your mind was lost for a second; you had completely forgotten that you were meant to be smoking with him. 'thanks' you mumbled, taking the spliff from his fingers and transferring it to your lips.

'can i ask you something?' damon sighed quietly, returning his gaze to the ceiling.

'sure' you said before taking another drag, mimicking his position on the sofa so you were both gazing at the ceiling.

'what do you think of me?'

'what do you mean?'

'like. was the tour shit?'

'what? no! the tour was amazing what are you talking about?' you lifted your head at his sudden expression of insecurity, utterly confused.

'i don't know i just thought i was shit. i'm not the same as i was 5 years ago'

'but you're 54, damon. you were still as charismatic as ever and you certainly know how to engage an audience...that's all that matters right? you're not always going to be as energetic as you were at 25 but that doesn't make you any worse' you reassured him.

'yeh i know. well i don't know. i don't have a fucking clue'

'i dont see a problem, personally'

'really? i just feel everyone expects so much and i just can't meet those expectations anymore'

'but that's okay. people come to gorillaz for the music, and that's only getting better and better. you're fine damon, you still have a lot of energy and charisma.'

he gently sighed, placing his hand on your thigh. 'ok.' he turned to look at you, sending you a smile of gratitude.

'ok' you responded, placing your hand on his. 'although i never got the hype about you' you teased, smirking at him.

'never got the hype huh?' he said before leaning over to plant his lips onto yours.

you pulled away from the kiss, 'until now' you followed up, leaning in to embrace with him yet again but this time with more passion.

you kissed feverishly as his hand came up to cup your waist. he leant in to the point where you slowly leant back, your head on the arm rest as he hovered above you.

his kisses began to travel south, starting at your ear where he paid a lot of attention to, sucking your lobe before whispering 'do you want this?'. you nodded avidly in response. 'darling i can't touch you unless you say so'

'yes i want this' you pathetically let out, upon which he hummed to. deeply into your ear. you were trembling with the combination excitement and nervousness.

his kisses continued, making their way down to your neck where he ensured to leave a mark before they sloppily trailed down your stomach as he had lifted the fabric of your shirt. his tongue found a particular place on your belly that would make you squirm at any sensation, he noticed this and continued to kiss this area of your body aggressively until you were giggling to the point where you had to pry his head from your skin. he grinned cheekily and continued his lowered kisses.

they reached the belt of your trousers where he wasted no time in wrapping his fingers around the leather to undo it fluently. your flies were his next obstacle - he placed a kiss on your belly as he unbuttoned them and slowly pulled the zip down. it was only now you began to panic; your heart rate thumping to the thought of what was about to ensue.

he looked up at you with eyes that asked for consent. with no verbal exchange, you simply nodded your head as you bit down on your bottom lip.

he gently shimmied down your trousers and dropped them onto the floor beside the sofa. the sudden coolness of the room made your thighs erupt with goosebumps. 'don't be scared' he reassured you before looping his fingers around the hem of your pants and pulling them off too.

'just relax, okay?' he said before dipping two fingers into your dripping pool - gently pumping them in and out as he watched your eyes flutter shut at the bliss.

'i want you to watch me' he calmly demanded, removing his fingers and lifting your legs up to rest on his shoulders.

he placed a kiss upon your inner thigh as his fingers retuned to their place inside of you, curling up against your walls as you whimpered at the pleasure.

his head dipped between your legs as his nose grazed against your wet clit.

he brought his tongue to your bud, flicking it quickly as he looked up at your to spectate your reaction - fingers still pumping away. he sucked your clit delicately, moving the nub between his lips as you arched your back in desperation, pressing his nose into your juices.

as he temporarily gasped for air, you took this opportunity to pull his chin up and say 'i want more'.

he simply smiled in response and leant back onto his knees to un do his belt and pull out his restrained length from his white boxers.

‘damon what about missy?’ you suddenly thought. the thought of her interrupting your business made you physically sick.

‘she’s back at the hotel. she’ll have no idea. i promise’ he reassured you, stroking his length before aligning it with your entrance. you nodded in agreement.

he took ahold on both of your ankles and placed them onto his shoulders before slowly pushing himself into you, a slight gasp from the both of you as he did so. he brought his hand over to your neck, holding you in a firm choke hold as his hips began to buck into you quicker.

‘fuckkk. damon that feels so good’ you choked out.

‘i know darling, i know’.

he needed this. after his period of self-doubt, he needed the release. he needed to know someone wanted him. and that someone was you.

‘you like that? huh?’ he groaned, pounding into you even harder. you wanted to touch him but you couldn’t - he had you pinned down in a way that made it seem as if you were simply his to use. but you liked it.

‘tell me you like me being inside of you’ he repeated in his booming voice.

‘i like it, damon. it feels so good’ you said, no word of a lie. he really knew what he was doing and he could reach all the right places.

‘there’s a good girl’

you brought your legs down from his shoulders and sat up to press your palms against his chest - insinuating you wanted to be on top. without resistance, he let you. he flopped onto the sofa with wide legs and his dick flush with his stomach.

you straddled his lap, taking his length in your hand before aligning it with your entrance and lowering yourself onto him. he looked up at you in awe as you rode him proudly, your palms firmly clutching his shoulders for added support.

‘damon i’m so close’ you let him know.

‘hold on baby, hold it for me’ he said, firmly grabbing your arse with both hands and guiding it in a way that suited him.

he pushed your bottom up for you to suspend your weight above him through your arms on his shoulders as he pounded into you from below. ‘damon i-i’m going to cum’

‘me too baby, me too’ and as he finished his sentence, you were flushed with a toe curling orgasm as you felt yourself shake over him. he came inside of you not long after with a sequence of deep moans into your cleavage.

you remained on top of him, your body completely worn out as you panted beside his ear. he brought a hand up to your shoulder blade and stroked it tenderly, lifting his head to kiss your neck.

you attempted to lift yourself from him, but to no avail as he firmly cupped you by the waist - pulling you back down. ‘stay’ he said. ‘it’s warmer with you here’.

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lgwifey · 2 years

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distractions

90s!damon albarn x gn!reader

Summary : Y/n has to go and meet up with Oasis' managment to sort out some media complications which they really don't want to have to do. They find their ability to mess with their boyfriend as the perfect thing to do to make him forget about their plans.

Warnings : makeout sesh ? (y/p/n's - your parent's name's)

1994

Shouting drifted through the brick walls of the terrace house. An unbearingly loud crash stumbling Y/n from their sleep.

The couple next door where always fighting, it drove them around the bend. It didn't matter what time, what day always a shout about something or the other.

Evertime they could be heard through the walls all y/n did was beg whoever was out there that them and Damon didn't end up the sameway when they where older.

Of course every couple had their fights, Y/n remembered the time when Damon had had the last Thorntons whilst they where out so they threw a child's plastic cutting board at his back, seeing how they where at y/p/n's house and weren't a far distance from their little sister's toys. Or the time y/n drunk so much that they snogged Alex for a laugh, only Damon didn't take it as a laugh and the couple ended up having a full on screaming match at his parent's house.

The memory caused them to cringe, their nose scrunching up in distaste.

Y/n jumped a mile when a hand moved under the covers and held onto their thigh loosely, thankfully it was only the half-asleep blonde next to them.

He gave a complaining groan as his eyes began to flutter, voice still in it's waking up phase of raspy, mumbled words.

"Neighbours aren't fucking fighting again are they ?"

He looked up to the clock on the bedside table furthest from him, when he caught sight of the time another groan was made.

"It's not even eight."

The y/h/c twenty three year old gave a small laugh, falling back to laying down in the bed rather than sitting against the headboard, which was starting to become uncomfortable. Damon's hand drifted up to their waist and as he did so the ACDC top they had been sleep in went up with it, one side of their legs now being exposed to the duvet.

The couple layed in silence, well their house was silent next door was still louder than a bomb.

A minute or two just dedicated to gazing into each other's eyes, noticing the little features few picked up on. Small smiles gracing each other's lips.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you."

Y/n broke the silence with a small voice, Damon giving a hum.

"Your mum called yesterday around dinner."

His hum was almost instantly replace with a groan, rubbing his eyes hard and turning to lie on his back rather than his side.

"You have to go round for tea, no excuses. She's saved us both a space at the table for Sunday Dinner."

"Is it going to be there ?"

Y/n sat up, frowning at their boyfriend and taking his hand off of their hip.

"Damon, he's your little sister's boyfriend. Can't you at least try to be nice to him."

"Y/n/n, he isn't good enough for Jess, we both know it so we might as well admit it outloud."

He pushed himself up, leaning against the bed's headrest and facing the glare of Y/n Y/l/n.

"Okay, put yourself in Jess' shoes. What if you brought me to meet your family and Jess decided you where too good for me."

"Jess doesn't-"

" 'ight, so you take me out for dinner with your family and the whole time we're out, Jess complains about my family or how I didn't go to university so i'm not good for you. How would you feel 'ey ?"

He looked at them for a second before giving in to their watering up eyes.

"Aw love."

He wrapped y/n in his arms, pulling them across the bed so she was closer to him.

"Okay, i'll try to be nicer"

Y/n stopped their waterworks display on que, it worked every time, and gave a cheeky smile to Damon, pulling his head down lightly via a hand on his jaw. A slow, passionate kiss.The kiss was only just becoming heated when a chime rang, signalling that someone had pressed the front door's bell.

Damon was on the verge of stabbing whoever rang it for interupting the little affection he had been getting due to rushing around for the past few months with his mates, trying to finish the album the best they could.

"I swear, if that's Gray."

"You wouldn't hurt a fly."

Y/n tapped his shoulder, pulling the covers off of their body and jumping into a pair of joggers so they could answer the door.

Y/n stumbled out of the master bedroom half an hour after the doorbell being rang by the postman. They walked around in a pair of loose fitting leather trousers, which shaped their ass perfectly, and their hair perfectly messy. Their shirt was in their hands, a dusk sunburst orange fitted short sleeved t-shirt.

Damon tryed to stop his eyes wondering down. Even after two years seeing their perfectly outlined torso out before him and him knowing he couldn't have his way with it was down-right torture on his part. He refocusd himself on the television that was playing in the corner of the kitchen only for the topless idiot to started skipping over to him.

They were going to be the death of him.

"Y/n/n. Love, can you put a top on."

Y/n gave an amused look as he basically stood with his back to them, facing the small television in the opposite direction to where they where wondering around.

They took a hold in his jawline with one of her hands, slowly turning him around to face them.

"Dames, we've literally been together for years. I don't mind you looking or i'd be in my shirt."

They placed a scent luxing kiss on his neck, causing him to groan slightly.

Y/n was suposed to be leaving for the meeting with Big Brother Records in five minutes, it was all clearly a trap so he wouldn't make them go and talk to Oasis' managment about boring media image.

A trail of invisible, wet marks started to make their way across the twenty-seven year old's neck. Y/n swiftly moved onto the counter top, dragging open mouthed kisses along Damon's jaw whilst he became rigid, moving his hands to grip them, one on their right thigh while the other attatched itself to their left hip.

He was putty in their hands at that moment. The two had barely had alone time for the last few months despite living in the same house so at this point y/n could hold his hand and he'd bend to their every command.

Y/n turned his head so they could get to his lips without moving, causing made a faint line of open mouthed kissed across his cheek, from his earlobe to his lips.

Before they could carry on the torture for him, he attatched his lips to their's, fully giving into them and going soft from his previous rigid state. His arms moved to rest on the conter on either side of y/n's legs, holding onto the back few of their leather trouser's beltloops.

Y/n pulled his body closer into them by wrapping their calfs around his waist and jolting themself backwards slightly so he followed. The grinning taunt quickly nudged their body back to where it was before, wrapping their legs back around Damon's lower torso so he couldn't move back to, not that he had any plan to anyway.

Damon started to pull at their trousers waist, only for Y/n to gently pull his hands off. Instead they pulled up his light grey t-shirt. The clothing caused their interwining mouths to pull apart for a millisecond longer than either of them wanted.

As Damon dragged y/n's hips forward, digging his fingers into their naturally perfectly sculptued body, the couple where launched apart.

"Shit !"

They moved apart, a faint string of siliva falling onto both of their chins as they pulled away and turned to find Graham standing in the kitchen's enterance. Poor thing looked traumatised.

"Hi Gray."

They gave a innocent smile, hopping down off of the counter and pulling their top over their head. They pressed a light kiss on the back of Damon's neck, where his hair was just starting to grow as it faded up, and they wrapped their arms around his waist from the back. They let out a giggle at the event, Damon once again infuriated that they'd been cut off.

"What d'ya want Gray ?"

"Right urm, Andy sent me over to make sure y/n didn't get distracted from their meeting with Big Brother."

Y/n gave a complaining teenage-styled grunt into Damon's still bare back as they dropped face first into him.

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mysticalcanyon · 2 years

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WE WENT FOR A WALK | DAMON ALBARN SMUT (+18)

Damon and I were on the train, going to the beach. We had decided to have one of our runaways, in which we would go missing for hours from the rest of the world, just enjoying each other's company.

— I know a place in which we will be alone. It's at the end of the beach. It's a very romantic place, Y/N.

We were walking through the promenade, which was nearly empty. Well, it was monday.

I looked at the landscape. It was a sunny, warm day. Even though I hadn't brought a swimsuit with me, I was wishing to take a bath. When I thought the walk was going to be eternal and we'll never make it to the spot, he pointed at a group of beautiful beach houses.

— Behind those houses.

He took off his shoes and I did the same. He grabbed my hand and smiled at me.

— I love you, Y/N.

— I love you too, Damon.

He kissed my cheek while pulling my arm. He wanted to arrive as much as I did.

We took a moment to appreciate the place. It was intimate and wild, as if it had never been explored.

— The last one to arrive to the sea pays the tickets back!— He said while taking off his shirt and his bag and running as if his life depended on it. I followed him running to, and when I was just a few meters away from the sea, he was already swimming.

He laughed and I tried to look mad, but I ended up bursting in laughing too. Seeing him happy made me happy too.

"Come here", he said with bright eyes. I didn't bother to take off my clothes and walked fully dressed to him. When we reunited, he wrapped me around his arms and gave me a tender kiss.

— Mmm, you taste salty.

— You don't like it?— He said with a naughty smile on his face.

— Maybe I should kiss you again to see if I like it or not.

We kissed again and I loved it. Feeling him around me was enough to make me forget about the world.

He pulled me up, admiring me with his piercing blue eyes.

— You are what I love the most in this world, Y/N.

I blushed and looked away.

— I love you.— I said with a low voice.

He gave me another kiss on the cheek.

— I'm going to take your bag, ok?

— Ok, beautiful.

When I was about to go out from the sea, he pulled me against his body again. He kissed my neck and my nape, and travelled through my body with his hands.

— My beautiful princess.

I smiled. He wasn't just turning me on to the point I wanted him to fuck me right there, but he also was tickeling me.

— I want to make love.

— Me too. I'm desperate.

— I see. AUCH!

He had pinched my ass.

When we finally let the sea, we were completely soaked, and my clothes were transparent at that point. His pants were so tight you could see perfectly how erected he was.

I extended a towel close to the rocks, and took away all my clothes except for my underwear. He lied by my side and caressed my body.

His hand grabbed my throat and stretched it a little bit, just to go down my breasts. He grabbed one and squeezed it. I got closer to him and he kissed it.

— I think I should take this off.

My bra fell between him and me, and then he kissed my neck while grabbing my breasts with tingling hands.

— I swear you are the most precious thing to me.

— And you to me.

I sat on top of him, cowgirl position. He put his hands behind his head, looking at me like the king he was.

— Could you do me a favour?

— Sure.— I said while caressing his chest.

— Could you suck it? I am literally desperate for you.

I could sense how hard he was under me, so I knew it was true.

— Mmm, and what do I receive?

— Well, I have a whole pack of condoms here. Do I have to explain it to you?

I passed my hand inside his pants. Feeling his hard cock in my hand always made me feel so good. To know that he was feeling that way for me was a priceless feeling.

— Come on, princess. Eat it all.

I pulled his pants out and his enormous erection greeted me, almost hitting my face. I looked at him, just to find he was looking at me too, with his red mouth mid open and his eyes full of lust.

I put my mound around it and started to go up and down, trying to reach all the length, using my hand too. He started to gasp. He tasted salty and I loved it. I felt his hand on my head, pushing me down.

— You are doing it so, so well.

I kissed the tip in response to the compliment. Then, I grabbed it with my hand and hit my face and my breasts with it.

— Oh…

— Do you like it?

— I want to fuck you so bad right now.

— Then pull out those condoms.

He smiled at me and grabbed the box. He sat to put on the condom. I took off my panties too. I was so hungry for him I didn't care about anyone watching.

When he had finished, he looked at me. I put my hands on his shoulders and slowly sat on his dick. Feeling him filling me up was the best sensation in the world. I started moving my hips as fast as I could, and he did the same.

— You're fucking me so good.— He said.

I would have loved to answer, but the pleasure I felt was so overwhelming I could only moan in response.

The sound of our wet bodies collapsing was so magical. He was grabbing my hips with so much strength I just new the next day I was going to have a big mark right there.

He bent towards me and kissed my breasts, and his dick went even deeper. I was desperately moaning.

— I love your tits. They look so damn sexy.

I smiled while my hair was hitting my face. We were absolutely crazy for each other.

— I love your dick… and how it fucks me.

— Hmmm, yes?

— Yes, Da-Damon.

— I could be inside you for a whole week.

I could feel how his dick was growing even more inside me. It was incredibly big, but I was so wet It fitted perfectly.

— Fuck me from behind.— I moaned.

— You don't have to say it twice.

I got up and put myself in the perfect position for him to hit me. He teased me a little bit, playing with his dick behind my ass and then he entered with everything.

The pleasure was so intense I started to scream like if he was killing me. He put his hands on my hips and pushed with all of his strength, and I felt his hard dick, hard like a rock, entering inside me once and again really fast.

He was fighting to breathe, I could sense it. He stopped for a moment.

— Are you ok, Damon?

— Yes, I'm just resting a little bit my dear.— He bent over me and kissed my back, caressed my ass and kissed it too.

All of sudden, I felt how he put two fingers inside me.

I moaned really loud, and he put one more finger inside. His hand technique was crazy, and I was nearly crying at that point.

— Oh baby, come here.

He retired his hard and fucked me again, hitting me just in the spot. I was about to have an orgasm, and his legs were trembling, so I knew he was close, too.

He turned my body to face him and I opened my legs as much as I could.

He introduced his dick inside me and I saw how his eyes got darker. I caressed his beautiful face while my eyes got full of tears. I was about to finish.

— Oh, Damon.

When the last words escaped from my mouth, I felt that sensation. The sun shined even brighter, he looked like the most beautiful thing in the world and a wave of intense pleasure ran through my whole body, from my feet to my fingertips.

I moaned really loud, which made him weak, and then he cummed too. We stayed for a while like that, hugging while breathing heavily.

We stayed there for the rest of the day, swimming, eating and making love occasionally.

We fell asleep after all of that and when the night came, we were already on the train back to town, planning our next escape.

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remersgf · 1 year

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hi!

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a-very-bored-blogger · 11 months

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i made damon albarn smut. does anyone wanna read it.

its x reader and the reader is female

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ay0nha · 2 years

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hi! your head cannons are literally the best like THE BEST

could you maybe do a smut one for 98/99 damon? that was an era babe

thank youuuu <333

Oh, yes. Look at this babe. Sorry in advance... not my best work it’s short/all over the place. Regardless, enjoy :)

I think I've said it before, but my guy needs to be knocked down a few notches. He thinks he knows it all and has seen it all, but honey let me tell you he hasn’t even scratched the surfaced until he’s met you.

I feel like scenario wise if you’d met out and about or I guess it doesn’t really matter the first few sexual experience you two would share would be purely sexual and just straight Carnal Desire

The type where it’s to forget about the stresses of whatever came before whether it was someone else, work, or just general life and let me tell YA all is forgotten in the hours (yes I said hours) spent together

That’s why it was easy for Damon to catch feelings first (and you can’t convince me otherwise)

The minute he did, he told you and you’d offer a shrug, one that said there’s no shock with it (like yes, I know I’m a f*cking catch)

Which, unfortunately, led to a break. It was most definitely not mutual, but let’s just say for you it was sort of like a defensive mechanism because it all became fast quick (ok, need to remind myself this isn’t a fic this is sm*t)

Fast forward the angst and the feelings you realize absence does in fact make the heart grow fonder and from there on out the two of you are like velcro

So that first time he goes down on you when you’re officially a couple, where your eyes are rolling back it solidified that he wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon

Puppy Love. Just sweet and loving and everything you’ve always wanted despite how hectic and chaotic damon can be/is

CHEEKIEST man alive...

...picture this his voice is intentionally deep and soft whispering silly things to you all night and just being physically incapable of taking his eyes off of you and keep his hands to himself...He’d pinch you here and there, brush his hands where he should be while out in public

....which naturally turns into a no touching rule (whether it was his idea or yours...which naturally follows into the bedroom once you’ve made it home....everything is just real breathy and hot that takes every ounce of will Damon has to keep himself together

once of one of you breaks (literally always Damon) it’s the two of you melding together

Baby fever? Baby fever. Breeding kink? Breeding kink. (WE all know this man had wanted a kid from day one)...he loves to fill you right up to the brim, watch as you spill over, and try and push every last drop back in while you’re still sensitive

There would for SURE be pap photos of a dirty make out (in Jamaica)...think of timothee chalamet and lily rose depp style, but better

as a joke it’s not framed somewhere in your shared apartment

Another take I have is that Damon would be into toys (because why the hell not), but specifically for you

Damon lived for your big O...anything to help with that was worth it and quickly became his favorite thing

At first, it started out as experimentation, making sure he figured out the ins and outs of your pleasure knowing that it was a priority

But it didn’t take long from him to use it to his advantage and lead to c*m denial...something you never realized you loved as much as you did, sure it was frustrating in the moment but the moment you could let go...you never knew it could ever feel that way

Moving on lol...I’ve said it before but oral fixation which automatically equals your body being marked up.

It was never a territorial thing from Damon, it was more of he couldn’t get enough of you and a nibble here and there or a hickey here or there would help satisfy his hunger

SHOWER SEX. Change my mf mind. I’ll set the scene for you all. It’s a long, long day and it’s not an uncommon thing for you two to indulge in any sort of touching under hot water

Usually it was an intimate thing, but more of a hugging and squeezing and holding sweet stuff really

But on the extra excruciating days I can see the best stress reliever of all which a steamy hand job...one with no rush just put pleasure and enjoyment in the smallest of movements, the kind that would cause Damon’s breathing to deepen and his heart beat a little harder

(I feel like this man is absolutely unkempt down there and lowkey the thought makes me drool...oop)

Might be a controversial take (I’m basing this off that one interview from forever ago that could totally be wrong) but I don’t think Damon had the highest sex drive so I could see more of his sexual acts being more like a physical touch style (ie cockwarming, intimate touches, cockwarming again, and just some more cockwarming)

I also feel like he’d be used to being a soft dom and then there might be a nice shift in dynamic where he loves exploring his sub side

Another picture this moment, but riding him with a hand around his neck...your grip getting a little tighter with each moan he let out...

...(also imagine turning c*m denial around on him...like you’re giving the blow job of your life and just pop off right before just to change positions and take it much slower than he wanted/needed it to be...you’ve got him quaking)

Quickies are an obvious. The bent over something, clothes pushed tot he side and hands over mouths to cover the moans the two of you always successfully elicited from each other

Aftercare king. He would stay next to you as long as you needed (usually perfectly timed for a second round)

Ok, era wise this is also his transition into Gorillaz time and I just feel like this was peak Damon (ok who am I kidding any era Damon is peak Damon, but you get me for the sake of this)

Meaning between the new travel, the new music, the new style, etc it’s just been the absolute BEST to be by his side throughout

However, this does me new things to try...

Beach sex? Done. Mile high club? Of course. Mirror sex in the hotel (yes I’m obsessed with this concept)? Duh. On a boat? Favorite place to do it.

No matter where you are, he’s there in a heartbeat.

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stxrshxpxd · 2 months

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“i can hardly breathe around you”

paring: 90s damon albarn x reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: smut

prompt: reader finds herself in an inappropriate dream about her oldest and best friend, and when she moans his name he responds.

I was somewhere between sleeping and waking and Damon’s hands were keeping me in my dream, wrapping tightly around my waist as his lips attached to my neck. I squirmed under him, panting and moaning in desperation for more, and when his fingers squeezed my flesh harder I let out a whimper of his name. For a few seconds it all felt right. He continued kissing down my neck, until he suddenly replied and everything ripped from me in an instant. His hands, his lips, his breath on my skin, all gone.

“Y/N?” my best friend of fifteen years asked in a soft voice and stared me down from next to me on my bed. He grimaced with confusion and concern. Reality flooded back to me in a heartbeat and I remembered we had been watching TV on my bed, we had both gradually lost interest, he had muted it and picked up his book, and I had slipped into a nap. Then I had moaned his name and clearly not just in my dreams.

“Yes?” I breathed, deciding to play dumb.

“Care to share your dream?” Damon asked, eyes fixed on me and book splayed open against his chest. Some amusement had joined the confusion in his face. My pulse quickened.

I quite literally couldn’t find in my brain what to say to him and all I could do was watch the emotions evolve in his expressions.

I had been beating myself up for a while because something had happened about a month ago and I had completely lost my mind, I thought. Seeing my best friend in a non-platonic light was simply unthinkable. But, gosh, that soft stare of his and that bottom lip gently caught between his teeth!

“Will you close your eyes?” he asked after too long a silence on my end.

I stared at him instead, for a long time, barely breathing. He asked again and I recognised something stirring wildly in his gaze. I couldn’t remember anything ever having been this serious between us before. It frightened me and I resorted to doing what he asked of me.

With my breath shallow and shaky and eyes softly closed, at last I felt Damon’s lips gently press against mine. My brain stopped working for a minute but then the only thing I could think to do was to reach my hand out, finding his chest was rid of the book and it was turning towards me. Closer, closer, closer. Until my hand was locked between our beating chests and he was determinedly kissing down my jaw and neck.

I wanted his lips everywhere on me and I blushed wildly at the thought. I had been doing a fine job at suppressing all these emotions for the last month, but he was making it really hard for me now.

“Damon,” I started when his lips jumped to my lower stomach and his fingers began to hook into my waistband. He glanced up from under his golden fringe and my stomach fluttered at the eye contact. My toes were twitching wildly with nerves and excitement. Really I didn’t want him to stop for even a second, but it was all so weird.

He simply smiled calmly at me and kissed my skin again while my sweatpants were pulled down my legs. That smile of his had calmed me so many times before and for the next moment I felt at ease. I even closed my eyes and let a half shaky but deep breath out, and I allowed his warm palms to spread my thighs apart.

“My god, you’re wet,” he whispered, astounded. “Dream-me is that good, huh?”

I laughed but my cheeks burned with embarrassment, impulsively trying to close my legs again and reaching to push his shoulders away. But he stayed and firmly held my legs apart.

“Hey, it’s me,” Damon reminded me in a smooth voice.

“Exactly!” I laughed nervously, finding it nearly impossible to get past the absurdity of having my best friend’s breath fan over my damp underwear while his hands clasped around the inside of my thighs. God, his hands though!

“Exactly,” he echoed in a quiet voice and raised his brows. I knew he was referring to my moaning his very name in my sleep just minutes ago, and I sighed.

Within seconds his lips were back on me again but this time they kissed me through my pants and I thought my heart jumped out of my chest for a moment. He did it again. And again. And he added more pressure and then his tongue. I screwed my eyes shut and at last couldn’t feel anything past the pleasure. For the next few minutes I could hardly recall the embarrassment, as he peeled my underwear to the side and once again buried his face in me.

“Do you wanna say my name again?” Damon tried his luck as I had begun breathing heavily and letting little moans out. His voice vibrated through my abdomen and I felt a hint of my high teasing me momentarily.

“Damon,” I whispered cautiously and felt his teeth against my hot skin as he grinned.

“Mhm,” he murmured into me again and continued lapping up my wetness with his skilled tongue, pushing me towards my edge.

“I’m gonna…” I whined but felt the embarrassment come over me again. “Fuck.. Dames!”

Calling him by his sweet nickname made me cringe for a second, but he continued smirking through his kissing and licking and sucking and I couldn’t stop my thighs from clasping around his head. The orgasm pierced through my body, making my legs tremble and my voice settle in a defeated whimper.

Quickly reality caught up with me again once I made it out of the haze and I was partly mortified as my oldest and best friend kissed up my body again and his lips reconnected with mine.

We spent an eternity kissing between shaky breaths and in my head I yelled at my cheeks until they eventually cooled a tad.

“Can we really do this?” I asked in a barely audible whisper.

“I don’t know if you were here just now but we just did,” he teased and we both laughed, my eyes still closed and our mouths constantly balancing between kissing and breathing.

“Yeah, I guess we did.”

A minute passed of slightly more kissing than breathing and then it evened out again.

“Did you know lately I can hardly breathe around you?” I whispered and barely felt his lips curl into a smirk. I peaked at it slightly but made sure not to look him in the eye.

“Yeah, I noticed,” he mumbled with his smirk widening and a chuckle pouring out of him and into me. I smiled and laughed gently too.

Damon slid off of me but just about everything of his stayed touching me and his head laid just next to mine, noses grazing. There was only breathing for the better half of a minute. At last I felt our familiar comfortable silence coming back to us. I stared at his face and studied his eyes, brows, cheeks and nose and lips. Then my gaze drifted to the ledge where the wall met the ceiling and I let my mind wander to more trivial territory for a breather.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“I’m worried what my hair will look like tomorrow if I wear it in a bun to bed,” I answered honestly and instantly I felt the hot breath of his laughter hit my face. We chuckled together and he smiled back at me with twinkling eyes.

“See, this is us!” he insisted. “We still talk about silly things and laugh. Only we have sex too.”

My cheeks flushed red again but I couldn’t stop smiling. I reached my hand out to poke my fingertips around in the side of his hair and let another few moments pass as I pondered.

“Could we also… hold hands?” I suggested, stomach fluttering anxiously again. “And kiss?”

Damon gave me a slight nod.

“And not kiss other people?”

At that his smile grew and he was quick to respond.

“I can’t remember what it’s like kissing anyone else.”

A laugh bubbled inside me and my hand caught his cheek and pressed our lips together again.

“Good job. That was the right answer,” I mumbled into our kiss.

#so i found a rough draft and finished it up :)) don’t know if this means IM BACK WRITING but enjoy this #rewriting the damon-cant-give-head narrative one smut at a time ✊🏼#lol he’s so weird we hate him huh #blur #britpop #90s #damon albarn #fic #imagine #y/n #damon albarn x reader

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so-much-for-stardust6 · 9 months

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Stressful Day Off- Graham Coxon x Reader

had major writers block while writing this 😭

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

summary: you’re at home trying to finish late work when your mind gets infested by your boyfriend. what will you do?

i sat at my desk, scribbling down on papers stacked on papers. i let out at huff of annoyance, irritation crossing and filling my entire brain. i just started this work and it was barely 10am, i wished i had this day off but if i didn’t get to this work then i’d be behind even more.

“y/n?” i hear my boyfriend’s morning voice call out.

“in here love!” i call back.

soon enough i hear the door creak open and eventually feel his hands massage my shoulders. my eyes flutter shut at the contact, a must need stress reliever.

“it’s barely 10, love. why are you working?” he asks.

“if i don’t then i’ll be way behind and i’ll have a breakdown, i’m pretty sure no one wants to see that.” i laugh, turning to look at him.

“want me to make you tea?”

“yes please.” i smile softly.

he releases his hands from my shoulders, giving me a kiss on top my head before leaving to the kitchen. i return back to my work, the thought of his hands occupying my mind causing me to mess up frequently. i’m even more stressed now that he’s intoxicated my mind. in the midst of my frantic working, he crept back in with two mugs of tea. him placing one on the desk caught my attention, making me look up at him.

“thank you gra.” i purse my lips for a kiss to which he gladly gives.

“love you.” i mumble on his lips.

“love you more.” he replies before pulling away.

he goes to sit on the sofa with his warm cup of tea and book in hand. just great, having him near me isn’t gonna help with my graham infested mind. i tried working but i kept thinking of him, my tea already gulped down within minutes. more and more minutes have passed before i eventually give up.

“damn it graham!” i slam my pencil onto the desk, causing him to harshly jump at my outburst.

“w-what?” his face looked terrified.

my angry features soften at the sight, guilt filling me instantly. i get up and make my way to him, the couch dipping as i sit next to him.

“sorry i scared you, my love. it’s just i-“ i sigh out in frustration.

he set his book down and grabbed onto my hands.

“what’s wrong, dear?”

“i want you badly.” i blurted out.

his face contorted into shock as a blush crept onto his face.

“you what?” he sounded dumbfounded.

“your hands…your presence…i need you badly.”

he opened his mouth to speak but was at a loss for words. he quickly moved to grab his tea and gulped it down, like he’s severely dehydrated. i watched as some tea dribbled down his chin and his neck. i impulsively went to lick it up, his movements coming to a halt. his hand went to my hair and grabbed onto it as i continued to lick and suck his tea drenched skin. i heard the mug clink as he set it down, making my body move to straddle him like it was conditioned to the sound. his hands flew to my hips and squeezed as i continued the abuse on his neck. i knew i was leaving hickies but i could care less, he could care less. he’s told me before how he loves when i mark him, showing every girl out there that i’m his and he’s mine. i mentally fight myself as i was torn between foreplay or just getting to the point. i made my mind up as soon as i heard him moan out once i found his sweet spot. my hands were quick to fumble with the hem of his sweater, eventually lifting it off him. i discarded it to wherever before finally kissing his sweet lips. i tasted the tea again, the savory taste making my tastebuds water. his hands shyly tug at my shirt, signaling me to take it off as well. i listen to his silent request and easily slide the shirt off my body, exposing my bare breasts. every time he sees my boobs, it’s like he undergoes a spell. and i mean every time. he dips his head down to press soft and gentle kisses, goosebumps spreading all over my body. i let him continue his affection for my chest as my hand struggles to slip down his sweats, palming his erection. he moaned against me, the vibrations tickling my skin. i stand up from him, a small whine of disappointment leaving his already plump lips. i watch his eyes watch me as i slowly and seductively slide off my shorts, no underwear present. his eyes widen at my choice, hunger and lust flooding his brown eyes. it was his turn to be needy since he grabbed me and sat me down again, instantly connecting our lips. we practically devoured one another, hands feeling every inch that we could. he sneakily took out his hard cock, pumping it a few times before slipping it inside me. i gasp out at the suddenness of being filled. no warning of any sort as he didn’t hesitate to thrust. his hands on my hips while his mouth was all over my neck and chest. moments where graham took control filled my stomach with major butterflies. i gripped the back of the couch causing my knuckles to turn white.

“fuck…graham…” i softly moan, the immense pleasure already being too much.

he was like an animal, a side i’ve never seen before but i liked it. i moved my hands to his shoulders, digging my fingernails into the soft skin. that seemed to fuel him even more, including my moans, since he picked up the pace. one hand left my hip and went to my face, forcing me to look at him, look at his now black eyes. they were so dark, i loved it. he connected our lips again, his hand flying to my boobs. he pinched and squeezed and did whatever he can to my boobs. his “dominant” side didn’t hide the fact that he still moaned and whined, whimpered and cried out as i squeeze him. i felt his hips stutter, breaking the rhythm that he’d created. he bit my bottom lip here and there, hand squeezing my probably bruised hips.

“i’m close, baby…” i finally hear him say.

i was waiting for those words, now saying the same to him. after confirming i’m near too, he went faster and harder. the lewd sound of skin slapping filled this quiet room, the quiet apartment. we’d never fucked like this before, not even when he got back from tour.

“fuck y/n, please…i’m gonna-“ he cut himself off as a loud moan escaped his open mouth.

i watched as his eyes squeezed shut, jaw dropped, sweat beading at his forehead making his hair wet. feeling his hot cum inside me triggered my body shattering orgasm. my eyes also squeezed shut, gasping as i clenched over and over. he lazily watched me cum all over him, a smile proudly on his face. he did that. he made me like this. i slumped on him, our sweaty skin feeling uncomfortable.

“jeez, where’d the graham i know go?” i joke, sitting up.

“i-i have no clue, love. but i enjoyed every bit of it.” he sucked in his bottom lip, an everyday thing he does that i love.

“you’re so pretty.” i play with his sweaty hair.

he looked down and blushed, a sweet chuckle erupting from him.

“would the pretty boy like to sit with me as i work?”

he looks up at me through his eyelashes, a shy nod being his answer. i get up and off him, soreness exploding throughout my body but i fight it. i hold out my hand, his soft hand taking it as i lead us to my previous spot. i sat him down, a confused look on his face that changed once i sat down on his lap, inserting his dick in my sore pussy.

“you’ll earn your round 2 once i’m done. no funny business. understood?”

“yes…yes..” he moans out.

i smile to myself as i went back to work. a eager graham trying to obey me while struggling to contain himself. this’ll be a fun day off.

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