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stxrshxpxd · 6 months

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“you taste so good”

pairing: 90s damon albarn x reader

warnings: halloween fic. smut featuring blood!!!

word count: 2k

promt: damon and reader grew up together in the same small town. now they're in their twenties and have come back for a class reunion party, but something about damon is very different.

The moon stared back at me in threefold through the reflection in the window to my left. She was half full and a deep yellow hanging just above the horizon. Next to her was the vague outline of Damon’s body in dark colours. We were wandering down the street I used to walk every morning to get to school. It amazed me to think that I had felt just about every possible emotion of mine on this very street. The town was quiet tonight and even though almost every house was lit from inside all the light around us felt dim and couldn’t compete with the sheen of the moon.

“Don’t you think it’s cold?” I asked Damon to my right as he walked through the chilly October night in nothing but jeans and a loose long sleeve. I focused my gaze on the crescent of his face illuminated by the moonlight, and noticed, for a fragment of a second, that his right eye gleamed in a peculiar way. It was like a tiny flash that came and went within the space of my heartbeat. It puzzled me but Damon absently shook his head and shrugged.

“I’m okay.”

We kept passing spots where we had played and hung out as kids, but they all seemed strangely eerie now. I suppose that was to be expected though, walking through your hometown at night in the middle of autumn. But Damon was strangely eerie as well. I hadn’t seen him since we were nineteen and we were now pushing twenty-six. Naturally a person might change in that time span but I could’ve never expected Damon to grow up to be so quiet and sombre.

As we reached the end of the street, faint music began to crawl into our quiet space. Its source was the reason we had come back home; for a reunion party with a bunch of our old school mates. It seemed the party was already in full bloom and it was nearing midnight.

As we approached the house we entered a sphere of stronger light and I automatically turned to look at Damon again. I was insatiably amazed at his face having adulted considerably since I last saw him, his cheeks hollowed out slightly and his jaw and cheekbones more prominent. His hair was longer and darker and fell in stripy lines down his forehead, and there was a short but even stubble gracing the lower part of his pale face. The better half of our teen years I had had feelings for him on and off and it was all coming back to me quite quickly, despite it not really feeling like it was the same person walking beside me.

I went to speak but was interrupted by a loud shriek that made me inhale and swallow my sentence in a gasp. Turning my head to the front door I was met with another old friend; Tanya. Tightly gripping two wine glasses in her hands, she tiptoed out onto the driveway in just her socks, and emptied her chestful of excited giggles in my ear as she engulfed me in a tight hug.

“Y/N, it’s been a lifetime! Gosh!”

“A six year long lifetime!” I gushed along with her and she kept laughing and hopping around on the spot, trying to stay up on the balls of her feet.

“Why are you so late? What were you and Damon doing in the bushes?” Tanya taunted and I rolled my eyes with a smile as she gave Damon a big hug too. He hugged her back with one arm and gave her a calm smile.

“God, I didn’t think it was possible you’d get even more handsome. I had almost wished you’d go downhill after graduation,” Tanya sighed excessively with a stroke of his emaciated cheek. She flashed me a playful grin and wink and then dragged us both inside. I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy coming over me at the sight of her caressing his face, but soon it was suppressed when I met all the familiar faces inside.

I spent about half an hour just hugging people and telling the story of what I’m up to nowadays a hundred times over, as well as getting drinks shoved into my hands. They were going down easy and after my second tequila shot with old footballer dreamboat William Bailey, I had just spotted Damon again. He was standing on the other end of the room with a beer in his hand and looking straight at me. He didn’t appear especially fazed but I felt a strong, odd feeling of jealousy, and even possessiveness, coming off him. It felt like there was an invisible rope tightly wound between us across the room. I laughed gently at his grave expression and waved him over while filling another shot glass to the brim.

Damon somehow walked slowly but was at my side in less than a second. I ignored the weird feeling that had settled in my stomach and blamed it on the alcohol, as I forced the shot up to his lips and he allowed me to pour it down his throat. With not one bit of flinching he swallowed and looked down at me with a leering smirk and half-lidded eyes.

“I missed you a lot, Y/N,” he said nearly under his breath, yet I could hear it clearly over the loud music. The longer I stared into his oceanic eyes the less of the party I heard and saw, and the harder it became to look away. I thought for a second that peculiar gleam in his eyes was back but it had vanished again by the next time I blinked.

“I’ve missed you too,” I responded in a small voice.

He tucked a wayward strand of my hair behind my ear and let his hand linger by the side of my face. I wanted to lay my cheek in his palm and let him hold the weight of my head as I kept staring into his eyes, but I refrained. I wondered if there had been something funny in one of my drinks, as I felt like I was entering some sort of trance when Damon stepped closer to me. I asked myself if I was breathing still and had to force a deep inhale. Then I held my breath because Damon had closed his eyes and I couldn’t help but do the same as I felt his lips interlock with mine.

“Y/N,” his silky voice echoed in my head despite him not taking a second to disconnect from my lips. In fact he caught my bottom one between his teeth and bit hard, making me gasp and causing my insides to flutter. I was nearly pulled out of my trancelike state at the sudden pain and faint metallic taste spreading in my mouth, but then my name rolled off his tongue again.

“Mm,” I hummed, eyes still drunkenly closed and balance thrown off in the safety of his arms.

“Let’s get out of here,” Damon whispered in my ear and the whisper seemingly multiplied as it did laps around my brain. I soothingly sucked on my bruised bottom lip and nodded, opening my tired eyes to find his lustful ones.

He led me out of the party slowly, our hands interlocked between his back and my front. A short meander through the house later we were outside again and I didn’t say anything for a long while as he led me down the street. Crossing the lawn opposite the church, I realised where he was heading, and before I knew it he had pushed my back against a cold metal pole in the heart of the local playground. I couldn’t tell you how many times Damon and I had sat on the swings behind me in our teens, and how many times I had dreamed about him forcing his tongue into my mouth like he was doing now. It felt like I had lived half a life after getting out of our hometown and I thought I had gotten past everything that was here, but feeling Damon’s hands harshly kneading the flesh of my sides I felt about sixteen again.

Damon responded to my small moans with groans of his own as he pressed his body against mine and grinded his clothed semi into me. I threw a few anxious glances at the houses all around us to see if there was anyone watching us where we stood in the sea of light from the scattered streetlights. Quickly my attention was stolen by Damon again, him clamping my lower lip between his sharp teeth. He did it harder than I might’ve wished for but it got mixed up in my brain with the pleasure of his hand having found its way between my legs now, and I decided that I liked it.

As his lips moved on down to my neck the pain caught up with me and so did the taste of blood. I sucked on my wounded lip and swallowed my own blood, yet for some reason I was still moaning ecstatically. It was beginning to feel like I wasn’t controlling my own body. Another sharp pain exploded from my neck and spread through my body in an instant, but I heard myself beg for more before Damon had even pulled his teeth out of my raw skin. I thought his teeth looked sharper than normal, but then again my mind was a complete haze.

“You have such beautiful skin, Y/N,” he whispered hoarsely and glanced up at me with his gleaming eyes. No matter how many times I blinked they didn’t go back to normal now. And my blood rested on his lips and down his chin. His hand dug inside my trousers instead and his freezing fingers quickly resumed circling my hot wetness.

I couldn’t tell if the growing feeling in my stomach was me about to pass out, or throw up, or if I was reaching my orgasm. I forced my eyes open when I felt him grab my hand and kiss down my forearm towards my palm. A few sticky, deep red kisses later he sunk his teeth into my palm as well and my stomach turned. My core was on fire with the feeling of my high building and my hand and arm ached as Damon kissed my bleeding wound, lapping up my blood. I couldn’t take my eyes off him nursing my shaking hand, and then suddenly I couldn’t keep from screwing my eyes shut when my high flooded my body. Shaking and whimpering, I began to feel lightheaded and the tiny stars that I had seen on the insides of my eyelids faded quickly. Everything turned black and I felt like I deflated, and all I could hear was Damon’s low voice.

“You taste so good.”

#damon albarn #graham coxon #alex james #dave rowntree #blur #90s #britpop #imagine #fic #smut #halloween #blood kink #damon albarn x reader

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lgwifey · 1 year

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masterlist 🤍

navigation

blur

damon albarn

★ jealousy / part two

★ distractions

★ friable

★ the little sister

★ parties and pyjamas

★ fourty eight

★ run

graham coxon

★ the extra

★ pinky promise

alex james

★ council estate

★ lifestyle

oasis

noel gallagher

★ capture / part two

★ the unwanted visitor

★ parties and pyjamas

★ traumatised

★ metanoia

★ the green room

★ bestfriend's brother

★ quick kisses

liam gallagher

★ playing happy families

★ happiness

★ council estate

★ metanoia

★ bestfriend's brother

★ toxic one / part two / part three / part four

★ toxic (seperate oneshot)

nepotism babies

lennon gallagher

★ getting older part one / part two / part three / part four / part five

gene gallagher

★ getting older part one / part two / part three / part four / part five

★ home time

★ photoshoot

★ sunlight

inhaler

robert keating

★ delusions / part two

elijah hewson

★ perks of the job

twilight

edward cullen

★ homesick / part two / part three

caius volturi

★ constant complications

derry girls

david donnelley

★ teenage kicks (wattpad link)

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babymockers · 3 months

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I was going through my drafts the other day when I found this, written in the peak of my Graham Coxon obsession, a couple of years ago. Since it's so long, I had to cut this story into two parts (I was very creative 🙄).

I don’t know why I’m sharing this, but enjoy!

"I can’t see what you see in me"

Graham Coxon x female reader.

Prompt: Graham was having a really hard time with himself during a photoshoot and you had a great idea to cheer him up. Heavily inspired by Blair and Serena stealing Eleanor Waldorf's clothing line clothes on Gossip Girl (s1, e4).

Place/time: during the late 90's.

Reader description: reader is a French model trying to make herself a name in the industry, while being reduced to be in her boyfriend's shadow.

Fluff.

Part 1.

Graham was alone.

He was sitting on his stupid chair, drinking tea from his stupid cup, feeling even more stupid than he did before.

Now, for the amateur eye, he didn't seem that much alone. He was surrounded by people: make up artists, stylists, cameras, all that stuff. But he was, in fact, alone. Alone and bored.

Also, it was a terribly cold winter and a storm was probably coming at any time while they were stuck there working outdoors in a park.

So he was falling asleep on his stupid chair. Again.

Suddenly, he heard an excited voice calling his name, a voice that he knew a little too well from the person that he loved the most.

"Graham!" you shouted and he quicky turned his body towards the direction of the sound, standing up. You ran onto his arms and hugged him tightly making him almost lost balance. Even though he was surprised, his arms reached out for your body instinctively.

Still in his arms, you took his face with your soft hands and placed a sweet kiss onto his lips, him melting at the touch.

Alex, sitting next to that romantic scene, looked at you with genuine curiosity, trying to make something of your face. Wondering if you two have met before.

The truth was: you haven't. It may have sounded strange considering that in the past couple of months, you had been omnipresent-like to the Blur guys. Your name was always there, filling not only the empty spaces of the rehearsals but filling Graham's mind completely. You were present whole-heartedly in Graham's dreamy smiles and little giggles that came out of nowhere and in every new song that came with a dumb look of im-so-in-love. Present in the purple-ish marks on Graham's neck or like a stolen kiss from his plumped lips. Present in Damon's laugh every time he made fun of his best friend's infatuation but secretely holding an enormous respect for you that made him feel almost rotten to jealousy. "He doesn't need me anymore. He's got Y/N now. She'll take care of him" Damon used to say. But he didn't meant it. Not really.

You were great, the best one Graham ever had. The other ones were either boring or pretentious cunts, in the singer's own words. But he couldn't help to feel overprotective towards his best friend and he would be lying if he said he didn't feel a bit jealous of the fact that Graham was so in love with you.

Damon loved attention. And Graham's attention was like crack because it was hard to make him interested in someone for real.

And the other times, you were there in body and soul, sitting in a corner taking pictures of whatever you founded interesting enough or simply hanging out.

So it was really weird for Alex to not have met you yet. Sure he heard the name, but Graham had been smart enough to make Alex and you not cross any paths. He knew Alex too well to trust him.

Dave chuckled and wolf-whistled, making Graham's cheeks turn red and he separated his lips from yours, unable to hide the big smile plastered on his face.

He never had anyone loving him like you do. So intense and passionate, so caring and gentle like a little child, rushing into his arms and calling his name for the whole town to hear it. Making him feel special, wanted. You could have anyone but, and here's the big but, you wanted him. And proudly so, as you always said.

"W-what are you doing here? I thought you weren't in England" He asked in confusion.

Your smile turned into a frown "And I thought you'd be happy to see me...”

"No, no. Please don't get me wrong. I'm just confused. I mean..." He started to panic.

You cut him off with a big smile "I'm joking, Gra. Turns out i don't have to work this couple of days because the collection got ruined by the rain and the photoshoot had to be rescheduled. The CEO was so angry, you should've seen him. He treated us very badly and that left me feeling sick to my stomach. So I remembered you were having a photoshoot here and I took the plane and well... I got an impulse. It's okay, right? I won't bother you. Just here for moral support" You said in a rush. "Oh, hi Dave". Dave waved his hand. Then you turned to Alex "I believe we haven't met yet. I'm Y/ N". You offered him your hand. "Alex, right? Heard lots of things about you".

He took your hand and gently placed a kiss on it "Good things I hope. So you're the famous Y/N". He turned to Dave but shot a quick look towards Graham, who was eyeing carefully at the exchange that was occurring in front of him, looking quite uneasy. "I must say I never expected that our little Graham was shagging such a pretty bird. Where are you from, Love? You've got a lovely accent". Graham tensed.

The awkwardness of the situation was only intensified by him pointing out your accent. You knew Alex didn't mean any harm, but that didn't sooth the rage in Graham's throat.

You've been officially named "Graham Coxon's New French Girlfriend" by the media and while you've told Graham so many times that it was a honor to be his girlfriend, he knew you were more than that stupid title. After all, you had a career of your own. You coincidentally met him at an event and now you've been living together in England for almost a year. But it just sort of happened. It wasn't your problem the media became obsessed with you.

And also you really wanted to get rid of the accent.

You opened your mouth to say something but before anything came out, Graham spoke in a condescending tone:

"She's french, Alex. You should know since you seem to get along so well with the french gals".

"Well... Alex begun.

"Where's Damon? I thought this was a group photoshoot" you interrumpted him trying to distract the tension away.

As if summoned, Damon appeared with a lopsided grin, always in his very own world. He kissed your cheek in a scandalous way and put his arm around Graham, although his best triend didn't even look at him. He was too busy shooting Alex with his gaze.

"Graham, it's fucking cold out here, put something on, mate. Jesus, you look like you're going to kill someone and I'm not in the "hiding a corpse" mood" Damon said completely oblivious to the fact that he was the one wearing only a suit and Graham was wearing a big jacket. Classic Damon. Then, he continued: "Well, the photographer, that bastard, just said he needed both of us, Alex, in front of the camera 'cause, I quote him: "Alex could make the suit work 'cause he's a good looking fella". I told him he could kiss my ass or my face, whatever. I quite fancy him. But not like I fancy you, Graham" He said battling his lashes, kissing Graham's temple. "You look sexy when you're angry. Love it".

Alex rolled his eyes, tired, and grinned at Graham

"Don't be mad at me, you twat. I was joking". Then he said to you: "Nice meeting ya, doll".

"Careful there, Alex. He's not playing around when Y/N is involved. Quite jealous he is" Damon laughed before the two of them started walking towards the photographer, who was already waiting for them. Damon rushed onto him, giving him a kiss on the cheeks.

You laughed at his childish behavior.

Dave patted Graham's shoulders and excused himself before making his way towards the improvised trailer the team managed to put together.

Graham lit up another cigarette letting the nicotine calm his burning insides and peered over the working crew to see Damon and Alex both wearing 1930's suits and posing as camera flashes exploded in their faces. He sat in a little bench, you by his side: "They look great. I didn't look as great as them".

You took his hand in yours. "You okay?"

"What is it like?" He said after a moment of silence, not looking at you but somehow giving you all his attention. "To be a model, you know. To have all of those people looking at you and telling you to make faces or something".

"Well, it's definitely not as fun as it may look. I used to think that it would be easy, that you only needed to be pretty and you'd be fine. But it's exhausting, actually". You smiled sadly "I often think l'd be better behind the cameras, being the one taking pictures”.

"You took some lovely pictures the other day..."

You smiled. "And how's it like being a rockstar?".

"Don't let Damon hear you say that. He says Blur's not a rock band. I say Blur's whatever the fuck Blur wants to be". He laughed humorless.

"And what does Blur want to be?" You asked.

"I'm not quite sure. Probably not a rock band".

You both laughed.

You moved your body closer to him. "And what does Graham wants to be?"

"I don't know. He certainly would prefer staying in bed cuddled up with you. Take me away from this big bad world and agree to marry me". He said while he leaned back on the bench, resting his head on your lap and putting your hand on his head, practically forcing you to stroke his hair.

You giggled "Mmm... You just made that up?" He nodded. “It sounded like a song". You said while he looked up at you with a sly smile. You leaned in and kissed his forehead as you started: "Alex..."

He interrupted you: "Alex is a bastard, you should know that. He's far up his arse and thinks he's got the right to do anything 'cause he's sexy or whatever. It doesn't sit right with me sometimes. Let's forget about him". You nodded.

A couple of minutes went by with none of you talking and you thought he was falling asleep. You loved watching him sleep. It was like all the darkness there inside of him left his body and he was finally at peace with himself. Then he broke the silence: "Do you find him a handsome bloke?"

You struggled, trying to find the right words "He's alright. Big egos aren't really my thing, though. I think you're way more handsome than him".

He frowned "You can't possibly think that. It doesn't take too much to see that Alex and Damon are more attractive than me. I'm awkward and too self conscious. They're the handsome ones. They could "sell the product". And I-I-I'm not, you see? I don't sell the product. I’d probably won't look half as great as them in those ridiculous 1930's suits. I don't sell what Blur wants to be. Fuck, I don't even sell myself. I'm just here...”

You took his hand in yours, leaving a kiss in it "I think you're all those things you said about them. You're there being yourself with all your flaws and strenghts. And I think that's beautiful about you. You don't need to sell the product because there's no product at all. You're Graham Coxon, not the guitarist or the guy from Blur. You're the person and you're the most attractive to me because you feel and you love in a way that none of them do". You looked at his eyes intensely. "And you also look quite sexy when you're jealous, Damon's right, I must say”. You added, trying to relieve the tension on his shoulders.

He gasped, pretending to be offended "I wasn't jealous".

"Sure you weren't" You said mockingly causing him to laugh.

Then he went silent again.

He sighed "I just can't see what you see in me".

You looked at him. The tenderness in his factions. His big brown eyes full of the melancholic feeling that consumed him daily.

You just knew he was more than enough. You knew since the first time you met him. He was incapable of holding your gaze yet somehow he managed to got you blushing all night. He didn't knew a single word of French yet you understood him so well. You communicated through your souls. Words were unnecessary.

Graham, so fragile and so broken. Yet, he put together the broken pieces of yourself, the ones left bruised. Now you were glowing, sparkling.

You wanted to do the same for him.

Part 2 here

#graham coxon #graham coxon x reader #blur band #damon albarn #alex james #dave rowntree #Graham Coxon au #Graham coxon x female reader #blur au #graham coxon fanfic

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nicky-pink · 1 year

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#blur #blur band #Damon Albarn #graham coxon #Dave Rowntree #Alex James #britpop #gorillaz #barbie #tickets to barbie #barbie movie 2023 #meme #bold of you to assume i'd pass up the opportunity to make blur x barbie meme xD

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elizazone · 4 months

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Send over some ideas to my inbox, I’ll do basically anything lmao I’m in the mood for some drabbles or even headcannons. <3

Britpop or saltburn mood ykyk

#liam gallagher #liam gallagher x reader #oasis x reader #felix catton x reader #jacob elordi x reader #oliver quick x reader #farleigh start x reader #saltburn #noel gallagher x reader #damon albarn x reader #graham coxon x reader

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ciaraloveswriting · 5 months

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- requests & guidelines

people i'll write for

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- ryan ross

- noodle (gorillaz)

- 2d (gorillaz)

- damon albarn

- graham coxon

- alex james

- gerard way

- spiderman (any variation, i do love tasm! tho so

and probably more; so feel free to request anyone else. these are just the people who come to mind immediately.

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feel free to request one shots or full ass story ideas

i will do smut at request, but i wont do it if the person its about is against it. (if i know, so be the bigger person 😭)

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unearthmyburiedheart · 1 year

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"I Want This So Much"

Pairing: Graham Coxon x Female Reader I imagined 1999, 2000, or 2001 era Graham as I wrote this fan fic, but feel free to imagine any Gra era you'd like! Word Count: 4,479 Warnings: No warnings, except this fan fic is EXTREMELY smutty and involves period sex. Brief mentions of blood and other bodily fluids. Prompt: No real prompt, just an idea I've had for a while! Period sex with Graham. That's about it! Note: This fan fic is the first one I've written in ages and ages and ages and I am quite nervous to post it. Please be kind! It's a very unserious exercise and I wrote it purely for my own entertainment and enjoyment, but I ultimately decided to share it on tumblr despite feeling really shy and anxious. Writing this sexy fan fic gave me a lot of joy and I hope you all like it! Lots of love! ***

I suddenly wake up from a deep sleep and feel intense pain shooting through my abdomen, lower back, and thighs. My foggy brain registers period cramps. Thoroughly exhausted, I quietly groan and lightly shift my weight on Graham’s bed. It’s almost pitch black in Graham’s room, save for the moonlight filtering in through his bedroom window. It’s completely silent, aside from the rain tapping on the window and Graham’s soft breathing as he sleeps soundly next to me. I shift my weight again and glance at his sleeping figure under the covers. His back is facing me and his hair is disheveled. I watch his body gently rise and fall and I fight the urge to run my fingers across his bare shoulders.

I shift my weight a third time and reach for Graham’s bedside table in the darkness. I contemplate turning on his bedside lamp, but I don’t want to disturb his sleep. Another wave of period cramps shoots through the lower half of my body and I wince as I grasp my water bottle. I sit up on my elbows and take several small sips of water. I force myself to roll out of bed and stand up. I suddenly feel lightheaded and my legs shake as another wave of pain hits me. My water bottle still in hand, I slowly walk several paces to the end of Graham’s bed and feel in the dark for my duffel bag. I carefully make my way into Graham’s bathroom and when I step onto the cool tile, close the door behind me, turn on the light and drop my bag, I lightly gasp at what I see. My period has definitely started, and in the most dramatic and messy way possible. My underwear and thighs are heavily smeared in blood and I sigh in frustration.

I immediately peel my bloody underwear from my body and rummage in my bag for a clean pair. I put in a tampon, clean my legs, and pull on a pair of sweatpants. After taking several tablets of pain medicine and drinking deeply from my water bottle, I step back into Graham’s bedroom. I notice his bedside lamp is on and he’s propping himself up on his elbows to look at me. Squinting at me with a curious expression, he studies my face as I walk back to his bed. Graham obviously wasn’t sleeping as deeply as I thought he was.

“Why are you awake?” he asks groggily. “I rolled over and reached for you, but you weren’t there.”

I bury myself under the covers, turn off his bedside light, and move my body towards him. “Really bad period cramps,” I say softly. I feel him move his body close to mine in return. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into him, nuzzling our noses together as he presses his forehead into mine.

“Oh,” he whispers. “I’m sorry. Do you need anything?”

“No,” I answer, and I curl myself into him. His body is so warm. I breathe slowly for a while. The pain is awful, but not unusual for the first day of my period, and I know I just have to wait for the medicine to take effect. Graham holds me in silence. I whimper as another wave of pain hits my lower back and he kisses my cheeks as I say “owww” several times in a row.

I reposition myself and turn over so my back faces him. His chest now pressed against my back, he gently moves my hair and kisses the back of my neck. I sigh happily as his warm hands first reach under the back of my shirt and then reach under the waistband of my sweatpants. He gently touches my waist. He moves his warm hands across my abdomen and lower back as he attempts to soothe me with his touch. He always does this when I struggle with period cramps and I bite my bottom lip in contentment.

“Do you want the heating pad?” he asks, but I shake my head.

“No,” I answer quietly. “The medicine will kick in soon. Your hands feel nice.”

He kisses the back of my neck again and holds me in silence as I wait for the pain to recede. As the pain disappears, I feel myself falling into a deep sleep. Graham kisses the back of my neck several times before gently pulling his body away from mine. In a matter of seconds, sleep pulls us under. ***

The following morning is cloudy. Rain steadily patters against Graham’s bedroom window. His room is exceptionally cozy. I open my eyes, register the comforting sound of rain, and roll over onto my back. I prop myself up on my elbows and immediately feel the dull pain of continued period cramps. The pain has significantly lessened, but a minor ache spreads throughout my lower back and I force myself to stand up, stretch, and take additional pain medicine.

I hear Graham’s voice coming from the kitchen. I smile as I hear him softly singing to himself. I hear the whistling of a teapot, the clattering of utensils, and I bite my lip to prevent myself from laughing when I hear him sharply curse.

“Fuck,” he says loudly, and just a few moments later he’s walking back to his room holding two steaming mugs. His eyes light up when he sees me.

“What happened?” I laugh, and he smiles and shakes his head.

“I accidentally slammed my fucking finger in the silverware drawer,” he says, handing me a steaming mug of hot chocolate. I see he made himself a cup of tea. He kisses me good morning, motions for us to sit on his bed, and we bury ourselves under the covers as we happily sip our drinks.

“Thank you for making this for me,” I say, taking a long drink from my mug.

“You’re welcome,” he answers. I flush as he leans over to kiss me deeply again. We sit in silence for several minutes as we finish our drinks and listen to the rain. It’s so peaceful. Graham collects our empty mugs and places them on his bedside table. My period pain has almost completely disappeared and I feel so content. Graham looks at me and begins gently stroking the back of my right hand. His fingers tenderly moving up the back of my hand, across my wrist, and up to my elbow, then back down again. I break out in goosebumps at his touch.

“How are you feeling this morning?” he asks.

“Better,” I answer. “My cramps are almost gone.”

He nods and his concerned expression turns to one of relief and contentment. We sit in silence for several moments and I enjoy the pleasurable feeling of his fingers moving against my skin. Graham shifts his weight on his bed and suddenly rolls his body on top of mine. I smile and laugh as he pulls a funny face and settles his body weight on top of me.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks. “Are you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all,” I answer, and I laugh as he contorts his face into another ridiculous expression. I playfully slap his bare shoulders and he laughs in return. He looks into my eyes for several long moments and his gaze is so loving and full of want that I’m forced to break his eye contact. Even after all this time, the intimacy is sometimes too much to bear. His hands find my hair, my hands find his hair, and we’re kissing so deeply and passionately until I have to pull away to take a breath. Our cheeks flushed and our gazes locked, he tells me he wants me. I bite my lip and smile and am just about to kiss him again when a thought flashes through my mind.

“Are you sure?” I ask. “You want to now? I don’t want to stain your sheets.”

He laughs warmly and averts his eyes to a spot just beside me on his bed. “I think you already did,” he says smiling, his dark eyes moving between my body and a massive smear of dried blood on his sheets. He leans back to allow me to sit up slightly and glance at the spot of blood on his bed. I’d somehow completely missed this spot until now. I flush with minor embarrassment.

“Fuck, Graham, I’m so sorry – “ I start, but he immediately cuts me off.

“I don’t care at all,” he says, laughing warmly again, his eyes looking into mine. “It doesn’t matter at all. The stain will come out or it won’t. I’m actually surprised it hasn’t happened before, seeing as we’ve done this so many times…”

He trails off, his brown eyes slightly glinting, and I look back at him and laugh, my embarrassment forgotten. He leans his body weight down onto me again, my fingers intertwining into his messy hair, and I close my eyes as he places light, fluttering kisses across my neck. I lightly gasp as his mouth covers every inch of skin across my neck. I run my hands across the back of his neck and shoulders as he deepens his kisses into my skin. I run my fingers through his hair and gently pull as his tongue runs across my skin and his mouth sucks on my earlobe. His warm breath against my skin; his kissing still so deep and tender; his hands running through my hair as I grip his hair; and I let out a small moan as his tongue dances across me again.

I pull harder at his hair and he makes a small noise in return. I bite my lip and smile when I hear the noise; he is so perfect and so beautiful. “Graham,” I breathe, “this feels really nice.” He slows his kisses, then comes to a pause as he looks at me, his mouth red and swollen.

“I want this so much,” I say, and another small noise escapes his throat indicating that he wholeheartedly agrees. He kisses me deeply for several long moments and I feel his tongue push into my mouth. I open my mouth to receive him and we’re softly moaning as our mouths work steadily together. Our mouths moving perfectly together, I’m forced to break away and gasp for just a moment when I feel his hands slide under my t-shirt and envelop my breasts.

His touch is confident, but gentle; firm, but tender, and I close my eyes and lose myself as his hands work against me. I lift my arms above my head and he swiftly removes my shirt. I breathe harder when he replaces his hands with his mouth and tongue. His tongue now dancing across my chest and his face buried into one breast and then the other, kissing, sucking, and nipping at my skin. I pull his hair again as his mouth sucks on my right nipple. More than anything, though, I love listening to the noises he makes as his mouth works against me. He moans into my chest several times; his moans muffled, but passionate, and I can’t stand it, it sends my mind spiraling.

“That feels so good,” I pant, already feeling like I’m losing myself. My mind clouds with pleasure at his touch and I lean heavily into these feelings. He removes his mouth from my left nipple and looks up at me, a small smile on his lips. He immediately returns his mouth to my breasts, then moves his mouth up slowly, tortuously across my neck, then down to my breasts again, and then even lower as he maneuvers his body down in order for his mouth to cross my stomach. He isn’t moving downwards fast enough and it is becoming difficult to bear. His lips graze my stomach ever so slightly and I whimper as I feel his fingertips dance between my skin and the waistband of my sweatpants. I start to squirm under his touch.

I let out a sharp gasp and buck my hips as he quickly pulls my sweatpants and underwear off in one sudden motion. My clothing now discarded on the floor, I see him smirk and I know he is dragging it out on purpose. I pull his hair as he plants kisses all over my stomach and waist.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, looking up at me and I smile in return. He positions himself in front of my legs and I sigh when I feel his hands run up and down my closed thighs. He gently kisses my knees several times and tightly squeezes my thighs. Gripping my thighs and gazing directly into my eyes, he commands, “open your legs for me.”

I flush at this request and feeling his hands still gripping my thighs, I part my legs and make a small noise as his eyes move across my body. I’m panting now, my hands gripping the comforter and my eyes closed, I’m leaning into the heady anticipation and it’s unbelievably thrilling.

“Look at me,” he says, and I open my eyes to stare directly into his. It’s overwhelming because he refuses to break eye contact, even when his fingers reach down to touch my tampon string. Neither one of us refusing or daring to break such intense eye contact, we stare at each other as he wraps his fingers around my tampon string and gently pulls my tampon out of my body. I whimper again and bite my lip as I feel him pull it out of me. Without missing a beat, he wraps my tampon in several tissues, tosses it in the wastebasket next to his bed, and lowers himself between my open thighs. He pulls a sharp intake of breath. He says my name several times, but his voice is so choked with arousal and want that I barely register his words.

He begins kissing all across my stomach, waist, and inner thighs; no patch of skin remains uncovered by his mouth. He sucks, nips, and kisses all across my inner thighs, teasing me as much as I can stand. Butterflies dance in my stomach with anticipation and eagerness. “Fuck,” I moan quietly as I feel his tongue drag across my inner thighs. My hips slightly buck again in anticipation.

His fingers gently trace me, becoming smeared with my blood and arousal, and move up and down the length of me before gently parting me. He taps my hips, indicating that he wants me to raise them, and then I feel his hands slide under me and squeeze my backside. I moan at the contact. His hands work against my backside for a few moments as I try to steady my raised hips, but his mouth and tongue begin moving against me in earnest and soon I am riding waves of pleasure that erase everything else from my mind. I moan loudly several times; it feels so unbelievably good. I feel him repeatedly push his tongue inside of me and I bite my wrist to prevent myself from screaming.

My mind sees white and the feelings he’s giving me are so overwhelming that I almost cry out in protest when he pauses for a brief moment and removes his hands from my backside. He grips my thighs to steady me, pulls his tongue out from inside of me, and eagerly kisses and sucks on my inner thighs.

“You sound so beautiful, so perfect. You sound fucking amazing,” he says. “I want to hear you, don’t stop making noise.” I open my eyes, look into his, and feel my cheeks flush.

“How does it feel?” he asks, smirking slightly because he already knows the answer. Seeing his mouth, chin, and nose smeared with my blood makes all of this a million times more arousing.

“Really fucking good,” I say. “Please don’t stop.”

A low hum of satisfaction escapes his throat. His eye lids heavy, he lowers himself again. I gasp and push my hips forward at the renewed contact. His arms and hands snugly wrapped around my thighs, he buries his face into my body, echoing my moans back to me as I grow closer and closer to a release. I’m not thinking anymore and he isn’t holding back. My heart swells with arousal and affection as my hips fall into a rhythm against his mouth. I feel his fingers massage my center and I moan in pleasure and surprise.

“Graham,” I choke out as my brain sees static. Every nerve feels on fire. I feel his tongue tightly circle my center once, twice, three times, then as his mouth applies additional pressure and he sucks on me, sparks set off in my brain and pleasure rushes through my entire body. I can’t even begin to form words, I just grip his hair and attempt to steady my shaking legs as I feel his mouth drink me down and his tongue move in and around me. My head thrown back, moaning and breathing hard, gripping his hair, and his face buried into my body, I couldn’t believe this was happening.

His mouth works in and around me for several incredible moments and he lightly kisses everywhere he can find as my breathing slows and the pleasure recedes. We lay together; my breathing slowing down and my eyes closed, his head resting on my stomach that gently rises and falls. Our hands now intertwined as he plants gentle kisses and leaves small smears of blood all across my waist and abdomen. No words are spoken for several minutes. He eventually pulls himself up, settles his weight on top of me again, and touches my chin to look into my face. He kisses me deeply several times before pulling away and asking, “do you want to keep going?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I don’t want to stop.”

He nods, kisses me again, and swiftly pulls out a small tube of lubrication and a box of condoms from his bedside table. He shifts his body weight off me and stands next to his bed. He opens his tube of lubrication, applies it generously across his fingers on his right hand, and then positions himself back onto his bed. Kneeling in front of my open legs, he gathers additional lube and applies it against me. Propping myself up on my elbows and staring into his face with a slightly amused expression, I ask, “do you really think we’ll need all of that?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Probably not,” he says, “but I want you to be comfortable.”

“Are you ready?” he asks, as he slowly parts me again and moves his fingers through me. Desire floods through me again; I want him so badly. “Yes,” I gasp, as he gently taps my center. I nod eagerly; my back slightly arches and my hips push towards him, silently begging him to continue. He slowly and carefully inserts his middle finger into me. I bit my bottom lip and moan at the contact. His finger slides in easily and my body doesn’t resist. I hear him pant and moan slightly as he moves and arches his finger inside of me, my hips involuntarily buck again as he hits something inside of me.

I grip the comforter and moan at the sensation. “It feels so good, Graham” I say. He does this for quite a while, his finger repeatedly hitting something deep inside of me that makes me cry out. “Want to try another one?” he asks, his voice deep, low, and intensely focused, but I peek at his face and his expression is completely consumed with arousal and desire. “God, yes,” I say, and I gasp as his index finger slides in easily next to his middle finger. He pulls both fingers out, then back in, then out, then in again at a steady pace, which he increases slightly as my moans and gasps become louder and more frequent. His fingers push just a little harder and my hips buck at the sensation when I feel the fingers on his left hand massage my center at the same time. I arch my back and move my hips in rhythm with his hands; I know I’m losing myself.

I hear him breathing hard, panting, and moaning as his hands work over my body. I flush deeply as I feel a second orgasm building up within me. I somehow flush even deeper and moan loudly as I hear him moan and say – partly to himself and partly to me, his voice full of amazement – “you’re so fucking wet for me. You feel so good.” A warm sensation of pleasure rushes through me at his words. “Graham,” I say, panting heavily and practically begging, “I’m so close.” Suddenly, he pauses his movements entirely and I allow my back to fall onto the bed in frustration. I groan loudly. “What the fuck?” I practically shout, and he laughs as I run my hands over my face in mock annoyance.

He reaches for the lubrication again, removes his fingers from me, and applies additional lubrication to his right hand and across my entrance. “Ready?” he asks again, his tone slightly cocky, and I groaned yes in answer. With excruciating and deliberate slowness, he inserts his middle finger into me, then his index finger, and finally his ring finger on his right hand is inside of me and I moan at the sensation of his touch. He resumes massaging my center and moving his fingers in and out of me. My body works in sync with his hands and the same desperate noises I made earlier return.

“That feels so good, that feels so good, that feels so good,” I repeat as pleasure careens toward me. My hips buck up, my thighs shake, and my brain sees static as pleasure engulfs my consciousness. I continue to moan as his fingers work inside of me, easing me down from my orgasm, until he gently pulls his fingers from me one at a time and collapses his body weight on top of me as his mouth finds mine.

“Graham, Graham, Graham,” I repeat over and over again between deep kisses. He pauses our kissing for a moment, looks into my eyes and says, “open your mouth.” He raises his right hand and brings his fingers to my mouth. I grip his wrist and eagerly suck on his index, middle, and ring fingers, tasting and swallowing my own arousal and blood. Small, quiet moans escape his throat as he watches my mouth and tongue move across his fingers. Our eyes locked together, we don’t dare break eye contact as my mouth moves to suck on his thumb. Moaning around his fingers, I finally release his thumb from my mouth with a pop and he shakes his head in bewilderment, stands up, quickly removes his jeans and boxers, and reaches for his box of condoms. He’s fully naked now, aside from a thin silver chain around his neck. We hold eye contact for several long moments as I watch him carefully unwrap and delicately roll on a condom.

He climbs back on top of me and holds me close to him for several moments. He wraps me in his arms and buries his face into my neck before planting light kisses all across my jawline and chin. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I know that I never want to let him go. We breathe together for several wonderful moments, our breathing synching together as our chests rise and fall. He whispers my name and I glance up at him. We kiss deeply and passionately for a few moments until he pauses, presses his forehead against mine, and asks again if I am ready. I say yes. A shuddering, unrestrained moan leaves his mouth as he slowly pushes himself into me and he breathes heavily into my neck.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispers, attempting to control himself. “You feel so good.”

He kisses me, presses his forehead against mine again, and speeds up his movements, my hips working to match his rhythm. Watching him fall apart because of my body was sheer ecstasy. His breathing quickens, he moans tight in his throat, then moans louder and more frequently. His eyes close in concentration and focus, his cheeks flush as his hands grip the comforter for support. I roll my hips up into him again and I beg in a choked whisper, “more, Graham, more. Deeper, please.” He does, and he moans loudly as he finds a new speed and force that suits us both. He's panting heavily now, moaning repeatedly, and I can tell he’s close. It’s always amazing to me how well we find a rhythm together. Breaths and moans exchange back and forth, I know I won’t have another orgasm, but being this close to him always makes me feel so unbelievably happy. He loses himself entirely and can’t hold himself back: he pulls out and pushes back inside of me one, two, three times before his body shakes and he collapses onto me.

Time passes – although we’re hardly aware of it – and we lay together. Our breaths slowing and our mouths softly kissing, we talk and whisper to each other for several wonderful, peaceful minutes. He slowly pulls himself from me, stands up, and stretches. He runs his hands through his unbelievably messy hair and I laugh at his expression. His cheeks are flushed a deep crimson, his silver chain necklace is twisted and backwards on his neck, and his sweaty brown hair sticks up at odd angles.

“What are you laughing at?” he asks. He squints at me and sticks his tongue out. “You don’t look much better. Clean yourself up,” he jokes. “You look like you just had sex.” I laugh again. He sees my eyes wander toward his bathroom door.

“Wanna shower with me?” he asks, holding out his hand. I bite my lip and smile, grab his hand, and he swiftly picks me up. My arms slung over his broad shoulders and my legs wrapped around his slender waist, he won’t stop contorting his face into ridiculous and hilarious expressions. I squirm with laughter but his strong arms hold me tight against him. Happiness and laughter flood through our bodies as he walks us into his bathroom and gently sets me down on the counter. He starts the shower and warm steam immediately fills the room and fogs the mirror.

“After you,” he motions, pulling his shower curtain back. I hop off the counter, close his bathroom door, and pull him into the shower with me. Soon, we’re laughing, playfully pushing against each other, and holding each other close as we lose ourselves completely. Time always seems to stand still when I’m with Graham. It’s perfection.

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coffeewithstars · 1 month

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"𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆": 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝑪𝒐𝒙𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑮/𝑵 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨/𝑵:

- 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒑. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒎 𝑰 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝒀𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑰 𝒂𝒎.

- 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆.

- 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒙

- 𝑪/𝑾: 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒃/𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒆

- 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 717

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He looked so tranquil, sprawled out on the bed, mind among the clouds. It was so different to what had happened only a few minutes prior. Then, he was so vocal, so desperate, but now he's laying flat on his back, one hand on his chest, his other arm spread out.

His chest rises and falls ever so gently, and his eyelashes flutter on the occasion. There's cum left on his stomach from when he couldn't contain himself and theres a few love bites trickled around his jawline, neck, and collarbone. I reach over and fix his glasses which sit on his face slightly wonky and gently stroke his face. There's no reaction but I'm not surprised; he's still so deep into subspace.

"Gra, baby, you with me?" I ask to no reply.

"Graham, love?" Again. No reply.

"Gra, you alright, my good boy?" I ask.

"Hm? Oh- yes, yes, I'm alright." He finally replies, voice soft and almost a whisper.

"I thought you were gone for good there, love." I say gently, shifting his messy hair away from his sweaty forehead. He only hums in reply. "Do you mind if I leave you alone for a moment? I won't be long, I promise." He nods.

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About 10 minutes later, I return from the bathroom and into the bedroom. Graham's still laying in the same position, eyes open, but lids drooping sleepily. He notices my return and turns his head to the side, giving me a small, sweet smile. I go over and pick him up bridal-style before walking back to the bathroom where he sees that I've run a steamy bath, a few candles lit on the side of the tub.

I help him into the tub, making sure not to let him slip over; his legs were still weak. Soon after, I climb in behind him, and he leans back against my chest as if acting on instinct. It was so natural for us both to be so close.

I carefully take his glasses away, folding the arms and placing them aside. I slowly begin soaking him with the water, using a small jug to wet his hair all while he sits there compliantly. I pour a bit of shampoo onto the palm of my hand and begin to massage it into his hair, scratching his scalp just how he likes it. He hums and mumbles a small "Thank you."

We stay in the tub for a while, making sure both him and I are clean. I notice his eyes drooping and decide that this would be a good time to get out.

I get out of the bath first, drying myself and putting on some clean pyjamas (a simple tank top and some plaid bottoms) whilst he watches me, adoration flooding his beautiful dark brown eyes. I help him out of the tub, letting him rest his tired hands on my shoulders for support.

I ruffle his hair with his towel while he giggles quietly and softly, before I make work on the rest of his body. I have him sit on the toilet lid, and he looks at me with a confused expression before I slide his pyjama shorts up his legs.

"I can do that, you know." He mumbles.

"I know," I smile. "Lift your arms for me, love."

He acceeds, allowing me to tug one of his old band t-shirts over his head and arms, kissing his forehead right after. He tilts his head up and kisses me back, this time on the lips.

Again, I assist him in getting up, and we walk slowly back into the bedroom. I pull the covers back and allow him to slide into bed before laying down myself. As soon as I shift into position, he snuggles up against me, head on my chest and arm around my waist. I kiss his forehead again.

"Did you enjoy it, love?" I mumble.

"Yes, I did. Thank you. Did you?" He yawns.

"Of course I did. I enjoy being with you a lot, no matter what we do together."

"I feel like 'm gonna doze off."

"Doze off then, I'll be here when you wake up like always."

He smiles sleepily. "Goodnight, lovely."

"Goodnight." I whisper as he drifts off to sleep. I follow soon after.

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#graham coxon #graham coxon x reader #graham coxon x male reader #graham coxon x fem reader #blur #blur band #damon albarn #alex james #dave rowntree #graham coxon is perfect #90s #90s music #first post

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th3maestr0 · 3 months

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Th3Maestr0’s Masterlist

Requests are open!

Music 🎸:

Damon Albarn:

‘Got Ya Drummer’

Liam Gallagher:

The Magazine

Other 💫:

Always You — Jschlatt

Everybody here wants you - Jschlatt

#damon albarn #liam gallagher #oasis band #liam gallagher x reader #graham coxon x reader #jschlatt x reader #noel gallagher x reader #damon albarn x reader #graham coxon #jschlatt #masterlist #britpop #blur band

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stellatekintsugi · 2 years

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Blur

#damon albarn x reader #damon albarn icons #damon albarn smut #damon albarn gorillaz #damon albarn #graham coxon #alex james #dave rowntree

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sias-swthrt · 4 months

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the way i stayed up til 2 am last night watching youtube videos from like three years ago of blur 😋🫶 (my eyes feel fried & Im tired as fuck) THANK YOU DAMON ALBARN-

#damon albarn x reader #blur band #im insane #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #girlblogging #manic pixie dream girl #damon albarn #blur #alex james #dave rowntree #britpop #graham coxon #random posts

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stxrshxpxd · 1 year

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"i'm not your trophy" || uni damon

pairing: 90s/uni damon albarn x reader

word count: 1.008

warnings: smutish

prompt: damon and reader have known each other forever but never got along. at last they have ended up in bed together.

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Three loud knocks shook my brain awake. One thin stripe of sunlight nearly blinded me as I tried to open my eyes, and a thicker one was drenching my bare shoulder in warmth.

“Yeees,” I grumbled into my pillow and an arm suddenly moved from on top of me to lay next to my face. Shit. Every little detail of last night flashed before my shut eyes in an instant. I moved my head from the sunlight and tried again to open my aching eyes.

“It’s nearly 10! Do you want breakfast or not?” my best friend Cassie shouted rhetorically through the door. Two more knocks and I propped myself up on my elbows, my breasts nearly exposed to Damon next to me. He too had opened his eyes and was glancing at me smugly. I shifted slightly under the covers and came to the conclusion that I was fully nude.

“Stay here.”

“I want breakfast!” he introjected way too loudly. I hushed him immediately but Cassie was already giggling on the other side of the door.

“Is that Damon?”

“Fuck me,” I muttered and shoved my face into my pillow again. “Don’t!” I said and lifted my head again, stopping Damon’s inevitable comment.

“Come onnnn,” Cassie shouted between giggles and she knocked again.

His palm pressed against my rib cage and his lips refused to leave mine, shoving me into my dormitory back first. The sharp corner of my desk pierced into the side of my hip suddenly, but all I could do was laugh into Damon’s mouth. The last two shots had ensured my pain receptors were completely out of order for the next hour or so.

I spotted the bruise in passing as I shimmied past my full body mirror to my left, my duvet draped very poorly over my body. I rummaged through my underwear drawer desperately and managed to slide a pair on, just as I noticed my t-shirt from last night that hung off the top of my dresser.

Damon’s fingers tugged on the stretchy fabric and pulled my t-shirt over my head swiftly, only leaving my lips for a second. He tossed it across my small room somewhere behind him and seconds later I was on my back with my cool pillow against my neck. His hand had already found the button of my jeans.

“Don’t break tradition!” Damon protested and threw his own t-shirt at me. I looked down at the grey shirt by my feet and remembered all the girls that had paraded around in his baggy shirts and smug smiles all around the refectory during breakfast.

“I’m not your trophy,” I stated and slipped my own shirt on instead. It was closely followed by pulling my jeans on as well.

“Okay. Maybe I’m your trophy.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, and then Cassie banged on the door again.

“If I tell you it’s boring news you fucked Damon, will you come out? They’ll seriously close the kitchen in 5 minutes.”

“Oh, shout it a bit louder, would you?!”

”Can we- Can you-” I stammered and failed to finish my sentence, as I watched him squeeze into an oversized top of mine. It fit him tightly over the chest and the deep cut of the neck left his collar bones exposed.

I was sat on top of him, my knees digging into my soft mattress on either side of his bony hips. My lips were attached to his left collar bone and his soft pleased grunts fell into my tangled hair as I sucked a bruise into his skin.

I stared at the dark red spot for a second too long, while Damon slipped into his blue jeans again.

“Sorry, you have a few of those too,” he grinned. He wasn’t really sorry. I spun around to study the visible parts of my body and found two large hickeys down the side of my neck.

“I feel about 15,” I muttered and rolled my eyes as I turned back around.

“I feel hungry.”

Damon made a quick decision and dragged me with him, firmly gripping my wrist, and unlocked the door. On the other side of it stood Cassie with a massive smile and a giggle on its way out.

“This didn’t happen,” I stated and waved my hand around in the air between me and Damon.

“I think Damon’s been wanting this since year one, have you not?” Cassie laughed, stepping into possibly risky territory. Cassie didn’t know Damon very well, apart from having been dragged into multiple drunken arguments between the two of us. Damon and I had grown up together, always known each other but never gotten on. It wasn’t until we began going to the same parties, especially the uni ones, that we really began talking to one another. And those talks were always heated discussions to say the least.

“Been wanting this since I was twelve,” Damon singsonged jokingly and Cassie and him giggled in unison.

“Been wanting this since I was twelve,” he had drunkenly breathed into my ear, while his one hand clasped my two wrists, pinning them down above my head. Not a single giggle could be heard.

We paraded into the half full refectory and gained a few looks. I saw the whispers but couldn’t hear them over the rest of the loud rumbling of conversation.

I slid away to an empty table nearby and sank down with a heavy sigh. The hangover was catching up with me. Cassie gave me a questioning look and Damon copied it.

“I’m not hungry,” I said with a steady voice.

“I fed you enough last night, huh?” Damon said with an intentionally loud voice and some of the other voices died down around the room as a reaction. The silliness of the purple low cut top hugging his torso teamed with his smug grin made me exhale another deep sigh and roll my eyes.

“Plenty,” I settled and nodded my head reluctantly as I sank down further in my seat.

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lgwifey · 2 years

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JEALOUSY

90s!damon albarn x fem!reader

Summary : When they're at an awards show, Blur notice a certain Gallagher's eyes wondering over to where they shouldn't be.

MASTERLIST

PART TWO

1995

Silk fabric stroked against the red carpets of Alexandra Palace as y/n made her way back over to Blur's table with a tray of drinks that she'd been asked to go and get for the group by one of their management team that was attending the event. They where stood up on the stage collecting their third award of the night when she'd left but by the time she had made her way back to the seats, they where all sat down and eagerly waiting for their beverages.

As she approached the table, y/n gave a light tap on her boyfriend's shoulder to tell him not to flinch whilst she put the tray on the table, knowing soneone suddenly appearing from behind him would make him move.

Once the slight dewy, black drinks tray was situated in the center of the table so that the group could all reach for their own pints, she felt a pair of hands rest themselves on her waist and a force pulling her down into the lap of none other than Damon Albarn.

A small laugh escaped her lips at the sight of his pout, a look of offence that she'd moved away from him by more than a centimeter.

Blur and their table where able to tune out of the show whilst Chris Evans gave two awards for the movie catagories. They didn't need to listen to them seeing how they weren't involved in them awards.

Graham had busied himself by showing off the three shiny awards to the girl next to him, casually listing off the groups of people they'd taken victory over in the three seperate catagories.

Alex shushed the pair as the radio host began to speak again, after Nellee Hooper had left the stage with the award identical to the three Graham had just shown y/n.

"And the nominees for the British Group award are ; Blur, Eternal, M People, Oasis and Pink Floyd."

Cheers echoed through everyone's hearing but their table grew in silence. They all knew that if Oasis beat them they'd never hear the end of it from their management and y/n would probably end up getting given most of the blame due to being the head of the publicity for Blur.

Knowing that she'd end up being the most shit off management anyway, the (y/h/c) twenty-two year old started to try to ease the built up tension. After all, awards shows where suposed to be entertaining and fun, not a cause of complete and utter misery. Y/n put a hand on one of Damon's, the one clutching the table in suspence.

"Babe as much as I love you, Pink Floyd are my icons."

He gave her an unamused look, quickly being refused an answer by Evan's next word dancing through the hall's speakers.

"Blur !"

Despite her statement from a second ago, y/n gave a squeal and squashed Damon in a quick hug before the group made their way back up to the stage again to collect their fourth award of the night.

When they eventually arrived back to y/n with another golden figure, Damon pulled his girlfriend towards him for a kiss, moving them to sit down as he did so.

Their laughter and celebration didn't last long unfortunatly, as the two members of Blur's management sat with them silenced the happiness to see who would win the break-though act award.

Y/n didn't see why they needed to pay attention seeing how the lads weren't nominated in that section, but she soon realised why when band that had been made their rivals made their way through the applause to the stage. The group's faces filled with pride and over self-confidence.

Her glass of rosé was finished off in a swig as she slouched in her chair and tipped the glass up over her mouth and nose as the strong accent pounded through the speakers.

Y/n ignore the Mancunian's quibs at the southern band that they had a strong disliking for, holding onto Damon's hand which was clentched in a fist.

She knew why he was so furious, not only was a mouthy gob slagging him and his friends off infront of the entire world but was also eyeing up his girl.

None of them would have noticed the youngest Gallagher's constant gaze of the woman adorned in a tight silk dress, which perfectly clung to where it needed to, had it not been that a week prior to the Brit Awards, Liam had given a very detailed description to a music magazine on her and how she deserved someone better than the vocalist she had been dating for the past two years.

She shifted herself from her own chair to Damon's lap, hugging him so her chin rested in the crook of his neck. He wrapped an arm around her figure, holding her tight against him whilst he glared at the men on the lit up stage.

She gave a light kiss on his jaw, a dusty pink mark left for all to see. Following the affection was a small laugh which drew his attention from Liam to the woman he loved more than anything else in the world.

He raised an eyebrow at her face, the one which was struggling to hold back full on cackling.

"What ?"

Y/n shook her head in amusment, glossy lips pursed tightly.

"You act all cute when you're jealous."

"You think i'm jealous of that."

The couple looked over to the man in an awkward fur coat who was acting like he owned the place and confidently swaggering back to his seat, his older brother and bandmates following behind him.

She threw her hand over her mouth in an attempt to muffle the laughter.

Damon just gave a soft smile, no longer looking at the idiot in fur but at his girl. The girl who clung onto his arms and leaned into his sides when they where out and she saw a camera facing them. The girl who forced him to go and see his parents for Sunday Dinner at least twice a month, even when it meant dragging him into a taxi and forcing him through their front door.

Of course he wasn't jealous, he had no reason to be when she was devoutly his.

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And, finally, here’s part 2.

"I can’t see what you see in me"

Graham Coxon x female reader.

Place/time: during the late 90's.

Reader description: reader is a French model trying to make herself a name in the industry, while being reduced to be in her boyfriend's shadow.

Fluff.

Part 1 here

Part 2.

You looked back at Damon and Alex. "I know you won't believe me, Graham, but you'd look so good in one of those suits."

"Y/N, you've got to be joking. They told me not to....

"Uh-uh. You'd look great". The look on disbelief on his face made you stand up, a sudden urge of something you didn't exactly knew made it's way through your mind. You offered him your hand "Come with me, come on". He looked at you hesitantly. "Come on!"

He took your hand and followed you. "Where are we going?" You didn't muttered a word. He panicked. "I can't leave them here. They need me-"

"We're not leaving them. Just trust me. I'm taking care of you right now'. You said.

You walked together through the photoshoot set, passing by numerous photographers, make-up artists, among other workers, until you reached the door of a sort of dressing room, where a variety of suits, shoes, shirts and hats were placed on hangers. At the top of the door, a small sign read: "Blur 1930's England Inspired Photoshoot. Authorized personal only". You turned the handle, mentally praying that the door was open. Luck was on your side, though, as the door opened without any struggle.

You entered the room, Graham right behind you, and you quickly began to inspect the clothes, looking carefully at the sizes. Some of them were even marked with Graham's name. But you ignored them. You went for the expensive ones, the ones designed to be worn only by models.

Real models.

Graham shouted-whispered "What are you doing?W-We're not even supposed to be here, Y/N!"

"Oh but that makes it more exciting, doesn't it?" You said, picking up a few clothes. "I don't see why we shouldn't be here, though. This is a 'Blur' photoshoot".

"Well it is. But we're only allowed to be here when we're needed. I can't put any of this on until Damon and Alex are finished".

"So we're not even stealing. We're just anticipating ourselves".

He looked at you in disbelief "You're insane!".

"And you're too cute to be true". You kissed his nose. "Come on, let's get some clothes for you." He shook his head, unsure. "Gra, trust me. It'll be alright. Do you trust me, baby?" You knew he would melt at the 'baby' thing. Graham loved nicknames.

He muttered something you didn't understand but he was still there anyway, so you thought he wasn't really that mad.

"Ok, ok". You said, placing all the pieces of clothing together in front of Graham. "Ta-da! There you have it, you'll look amazing in this".

He scratched the back of his neck. "I don't know. I shouldn't be wearing any of this by now. I'll probably look bad".

"Honey, you're gorgeous, relax. Besides, if anything happens I'll take the blame here and there.

"I can't let you do that!". He said, frowning.

"Of course you can. You need to have fun. Worry less and look at this hat, isn't it pretty?" You placed the hat on his head, in an unintentionally rough way, making him chuckle. "And it fits your head so well!"

"Love...".

"Just put this on. You know you want to".

"Love, I just don't really know if I should..." He took the clothes in his hands, hesitant. Then he looked at you. And, maybe for the first time in forever, he was able to see in himself a little bit of what you see in him. The way that you looked at him made him feel weak to his knees. And it also made him feel confident, adrenaline rushing through his veins and his eyes sparkling. "Oh, fuck them!".

"Fuck them". You said coming over him and kissing him passionately, his eyes now filled with lust. You detached yourself from his grip and gave him a sweet peck on the lips. "I'll go watch the door. You go change”.

Graham started to laugh, changing himself in a rush. "I don't even know why we're doing this. This is childish".

''Cause it's harmless fun. You deserve to have tun".

Graham looked at himself on the body mirror, a smile coming onto his face while he let out little giggles. He thought this was ridiculous, but, in some sort of way, he was starting to enjoy himself. So, when he was finished, he couldn't help to think that he didn't looked that bad after all.

So you reassured him, knowing exactly what was going through his mind (you've been together for 2 years for god sake!): "You look amazing. You really do. You look better than anyone else in here".

"You think so?" He asked as sincerely as he wanted your answer to be, looking at you with his big eyes, showing all parts of himself through them. The fear, the self consciousness, the crave for validation that he usually hide in drinking evenings and quiet stares. All in his eyes.

He felt comfortable being vulnerable around you. He was a vulnerable soul after all. He needed protection and trust, someone who was able to connect with him and stand by his side no matter what. And, after years of dead end streets and pointless roads, he finally found what he was looking for. Someone as confident, smart, funny, warm hearted and trustworthy as you. For him, you were like a rush of energy in lazy mornings and comfy sheets in a cold evening. He couldn't even try to deny one scary fact: he was head over heels.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, looking up at him with the word "love" written all over your face. "Yeah. You kinda fit the vibe. You're so beautiful, Graham". And you meant it, you really did. Besides, you always thought Graham was like a young boy from the 1930's, so you weren't just rambling. He was a natural with his little hat, his big blazer and his cute shoes, something so romantic about his little funny outfit that made your heart filled with the most intense and loving feeling.

He was truly something else, so different from anyone you've ever met. One of a kind, really.

You both leaned and connected your lips, kissing each other with less passion than most of the times and more in an "old couple" kind of way.

Then, suddenly, Graham bit your bottom lip, deepening the kiss while leaning over your body and holding you in his arms in a very movie-like way, causing your laugh.

"Stop doing that, you idiot! I'm going to fall!" You shouted while laughing. Graham leaned even more, practically making your head almost touch the floor while your legs were up in the air.

"No, you're not, Love". He said calmly, although the smile creeping over his face was apparently impossible to erase. He was making fun of you!

He was absolutely the worst.

"Graham, I'm dead serious!" He leaned over even more (as if that's possible!). "Graham!".

He stopped there, just looking at your mortified face, grinning like an idiot.

"I swear to God, if you don't put me on my feet again I will..."

He gave you a kiss on your neck, causing butterflies to throw a party inside your stomach.

Then he gently did what you asked for, letting your feet touch the floor and helping you stand up, resting his head on yours.

He won't admit it (Graham was such a funny stubborn-ass sometimes) but he secretly wished you were a lot more shorter than him, so he could put his chin on top of your head. It's not like you were the same height as him, I mean, you still had to look up at him and all, but he couldn't do that specifically. So you would usually lower yourself or you would stand on your tippy toes to make you look even taller, depending on your mood. Right now, you went for that second option, pretending to be mad.

He knew you weren't, though. So he bit your cheek, making you laugh.

"Stupid boy" You muttered bitting your own bottom lip, repressing a wider smile.

"I love your accent". He said out of nowhere, catching you off guard.

"What was that for?". You detached yourself from his arms, looking puzzled.

"Nothing. I just really love it". He smiled, holding your waist again and his gaze intensified on your lips. "I really love you". His voice almost a whisper.

You sighed, your heart pounding in your chest "I love you too".

And even though Graham still struggled, those were the most sincere words he ever heard in his life and no one could ever convince him otherwise.

So he believed you. He had no other choice.

"See? Now you can go there and be all this pretty in front of the camera". You said, wide gummy smile plastered on your face.

He melted inside.

And, also, he completely forgot about that.

So Graham, allowing himself to be carried by the moment, said this exact words: "You know what? I don't care about this bloody photoshoot. I don't care about any of this. Let's get out of here". And he offered you a hand, the same adventurous hand you offered him before.

"What? But, you have this photo shoot..." You looked around. Then to him "You want to drop out?" You asked, looking for something in his face that would made you realize he actually didn't want to do that. But there was just Graham.

Soft-spoken Graham, staring at you with his burning gaze and rebellious smile. Asking you to be his partner in that little war he called his work and the aftermaths of leaving it.

So you had no other choice.

After all, it was still raining outside, with a storm coming any time soon. They'll probably have to cancel their plans anyway. And the crew will still get paid, just like Alex will still be an asshole the next morning and Damon will definitely be unpredictable about the situation, but that was just Damon. And then Dave... Dave couldn't care less. As long as he could get some sleep right now, he'd be fine. The manager will be furious, of course, but that was just his work. The world will still be moving and the press will be thrilled.

So there was really nothing new.

The first signs of a big storm started to make it's way through the area. Outside the wind was going stronger and the temperature was dropping colder. Graham looked at you, his body temperature was a warm contrast to the weather conditions.

He quickly took some female 1930's clothes for you that were hanging there. He looked at you.

You looked at your purse, inside it was your camera. You saw his eyes sparkling.

So, again, you really had no other choice...

How could you ever say no?

Then, suddenly, Graham was not alone anymore.

The end.

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