#Damon Albarn x Fem!reader

[leaawrites]

Between Us

Damon Albarn x fem!reader

Summary: After a heavy break up, both of them see that what they've done wasn't what they wanted

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff

Wordcount: 1.8k

Masterlist

You’d think that over time, people would forget. That they would move on, find new people to obsess over, new couples to admire. Though some stayed focused on one past forever. Lingering over photos from a decade ago, a smile on their faces. Gushing over people’s private life that they didn’t know.

But she knew. She lingered over the pictures and she knew what happened, how it all ended. She knew the story and she knew the ending. Though she never told anyone.

Damon and her dated for seven years, until it ended in 2001. An abrupt ending with little explanation to anyone outside of their house.

“It just didn’t work anymore,” she told the press at movie premiers. All while Damon simply ignored every question that involved even the slightest mention of her name.

The media, being hungry for the meanest kind of funny and not accepting that two adults could make a mutual decision, painted a picture of their own imagination.

‘DAMON ALBARN SHOWING UP ALONE TO THE BRIT AWARDS AFTER LONG-TIME GIRLFRIEND, Y/N L/N, CHEATED ON HIM.’

‘GOOD LUCK TO NEWLY SINGLE, DAMON ALBARN. May he live in peace now.’

“Do you want me to say something?” He asked her over the phone, miles away from her. Not able to console her like he once did. It hurt to hear her broken voice over the phone, knowing that part of him was at fault for it.

“No, don’t worry about it, Damon.” The use of his name on her tongue almost hurting more than the sniffle she let out seconds after it. “I’ll be fine. It’s gonna last a week or so and then it’ll be forgotten anyway. No need to make more drama out of it.”

Though it didn’t just last a week, it lasted twenty years.

Twenty years filled with accusations, reminders, rumors. Haunting both of them day and night. Pictures in magazines when they had nothing else to print. ‘DAMON ALBARN SPOTTED WITH NEW WOMAN, WHAT DOES HIS EX THINK ABOUT IT?’

Spoiler: She thought absolutely nothing about it.

‘He lives his life, I live mine. He can do whatever he wants.’

‘IS SHE JEALOUS FOR LETTING HIM GO SO EASILY? FIND OUT IN A BEHIND-THE-SCENES INTERVIEW WITH HOLLYWOOD DIRECTOR, Y/N L/N.’

It was pathetic, truly. Truly pathetic, that’s what they should call themselves.

Her and Damon still stayed in contact sometimes, whether it was to congratulate the other on their new project or a small conversation about life when they accidentally met in a coffee shop.

Though, the night when she was woken up by knocks against her front door at 3 in the morning, she didn’t expect more than an axe-murderer.

With reluctant steps towards the door, the thought that she had nothing and no one to protect her in the middle of the country became more apparent as her hand lingered over the door knob and there was no other sound besides the knocking and her heavy breathing. The knife in her shaking hand not being stable enough to defend herself.

She could just ignore it, but when she heard the sobs through the wooden door separating her and the unexpected guest, she couldn’t help herself.

Swinging the door open, her eyes widened as Damon stood on the other side, bloodshot eyes, probably drunk, crying.

“What are you doing here, Damon?” she asked, the name still hurting to say. No ‘love’ anymore, he was simply Damon to her now.

“Don’t call me that,” he said, his head lulling back and forth as he leaned against the door frame.

Putting the knife down, she tried pulling him inside her house, though he didn’t budge.

“No, no, no. Leave me alone, I have something to say.” He pushed her away slightly, holding her by her biceps at arms-length.

“Can’t you do that inside? It’s freezing.” She tried pulling him inside again, but he only pulled her closer.

Their chest pressed together, the alcohol apparent on his breath fanning down her face. His heart beating against her ribcage. Her hands stabling her body as the fell on his shoulders. Grabbing the flesh under her fingernails to hold herself upwards as her legs felt like giving up from being so close to him again.

“I know the last years were horrible. I should’ve said something earlier, apologize earlier,” he started talking, slurring some of his words.

“It’s not your fault, you couldn’t have known it’d be this bad.”

“Sh,” he shushed her before gathering his words and talking once more. Finger laying over her lips. “And I refuse to believe that all those years ago was our end. It can’t have been. It can’t end like that, not you and me.”

She wanted to interrupt him again, ask what he was saying, what he was referring to. She wanted to stop his movement as his hands slid down her arms and lost her skin at her fingertips, until his whole body moved down. One knee propped up in front of him. His fingers messily scrambling for something in jeans pocket.

Pulling out a little velvet box, tears pooled out her eyes as well, streaming down her face.

“Damon,” she tried once more, aware of his condition. Aware of what he must’ve taken to act this way. He wouldn’t do it if he was sober, right?

“Marry me.”

The words hung in the air, surrounded by tension and sobs. Surrounded by lingering looks and feelings they both still held dearly.

“Please,” his voice was quieter now. Almost begging. “I know we haven’t been as close as before, but I still hold you in my heart the same I did 10 years ago. I can’t let you go. Not if I still don’t know if we’re absolutely over. Until then I’ll fight and dream and ask. So, please, say yes and let us fight and dream and love together.”

“Damon,” she said. “You’re drunk. High, I don’t know. I can’t just say yes if you’re like this.”

“You don’t want to marry me?” His voice was shaking, his head hung low in surrender, tears welling up in his own eyes once more.

“I do,” she whispered. “I want to marry you, always did. But it’s unfair of you to ask me now.”

“Then say yes and let us be happy.”

“Not now, in the morning maybe.”

Damon nodded, standing up, closing the box and putting it back to where it had been hidden for too long. It had to wait a bit longer now, maybe forever.

She stepped to the side, letting him pass her, his eyes lingering on her face, searching parts he forgot. Though there was nothing. It was still the same face he saw in his dreams whenever he closed his eyes.

The rest of the night was spent in silence, she brought him pillows and a blanket to have it comfortable on her couch. And while night went and day rose, both laid down, trying to rest, but neither getting the rapid beating of their heart to slow down.

The sun dried her tears away and soon enough, she found herself in her kitchen making coffee for both of them, Damon asleep in the room next to her.

She could still ponder the options in her head, but what would they do when he woke up? What would she say to him? If he even remembered what happened.

A groan coming from him made her head turn around, reality creeping up their spines at the same time. He didn’t recognize the ceiling, neither the walls around him, but he could identify the smell that hung in the air. It was hers.

A strike of lightning shot through his body, making him sit up, the pain coming shortly after. His head aching. But it didn’t matter when her wide eyes stared back at him.

Slowly, one by one, pictures crept back.

“Oh my god,” he mumbled, dragging his hands down his face. “Oh my god. I didn’t ask you, did I? Please say I didn’t.”

“You did,” she confessed, making him grown once more.

Scrambling to his feet, Damon walked over to the kitchen entrance. “Shit. I swear I didn’t mean to, I don’t know what I was thinking. Probably nothing.”

His words made her throat tighten, her heart cried out a sorrowful scream, half laughing about her, half yearning for him to take his words back.

“So, you don’t actually want to marry me? It was all just some drunk mistake?” The words felt like venom on her tongue.

Venom that made his eyes widen in realization.

“I mean, I did - I do. But I never- I never wanted you to know. I just- you probably hate me now. You said, no, right?” He couldn’t remember what she said. After his speech, he forgot everything.

“I never said no,” she confessed.

“You didn’t?” It surprised him. Why didn’t she say no?

Shaking her head softly, she walked closer to him. Leaning on the wall next to him. “I told you, that I wouldn’t answer you until you were sober.”

His eyes slipped down to her lips, sucked between her teeth anxiously.

“Marry me.”

He said it once more, the words feeling heavier now. Reality feeling heavier now.

But her words were light.

“Yes.”

And when her lips fell on his, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, the world felt light.

“Let’s not tell anyone,” she said as they laid under her covers, hidden from the rest of the world. “Let us stay like this forever.”

“Like what?”

“Secretly happy, enjoying ourselves and letting no one else near what we have. I want you, Damon. I want to love you unconditionally. I don’t want to end like we did last time.”

“We won’t let it happen, I promise. I won’t let it happen.”

“So, we keep it between us?”

“It’s just you and me. Forever.”

And they said yes, forever. Keeping it quiet, keeping their life away from anyone who was too interested in it.

Another ten years passed, and when the same day came around from which on they were bound together by a promise, they made it official.

A post, a simple one.

‘New song at midnight. A special one.’

‘Between Us’ was nothing anyone expected. A simple piano, words of love and a video of memories. Just them two. Like it had always been.

A message at the end of the video.

‘I can’t believe I get to live my life with you. The most perfect person I’ve ever met. The love of my life. Twenty years have passed, with a break in between that I’ve never regretted more than when I saw you again, and I still love you like I did the first day I saw you. Until death do us apart and every life time after.’

Written by Damon Albarn and Y/n L/n.

Directed by Y/n L/n.

[valkierrie]

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖

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Warning(s): Swearing, (Damon Smut).

Plot: After a small outburst, Damon reassures Y/N of her place in their relationship.

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: Hope that the person who requested this enjoys it. I do apologise for the infrequent uploads. I have so many missing assignments, and my lack of proper time management makes it harder to keep up. Anyways, here the story.

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Being able to say that I was going out with Damon Albarn should have been something that brought me nothing but pure and utter joy, which to a large extent it did. With me, Damon wasn’t just Damon Albarn, lead singer of Blur; He was just Damon, the man who bought me flowers without being asked, stayed up late alongside me when I got sick, and a godsend in the bedroom. 

The ‘issues’ concerning our relationship had very little to do with him, he was basically as close to perfect as one could get.  

The ‘issue’ was that I couldn’t measure up. Financially and in other aspects. My job was as mundane as it could get, an assistant to a shitty boss who gave me more work than I got paid for. I didn’t want to rely on Damon for everything. Sure, he didn’t mind, but that didn’t stop the nagging feeling that I didn’t deserve it. I felt like a gold digger, but without all the looks to go with it.  

Damon had the likeness that resembled that of a Greek God. It wasn’t an exaggeration. With his short and unruly, light brown hair; and his electric yet, calming cobalt blue eyes, as soon as he gave you that irresistible smile, just know you were done for. His fans agreed, specifically his female fanbase. I held nothing against them. I was one of them before Damon and I started dating. They were made up of various women, each from different classes and different levels fame and appearance. I remember reading something the other day on some tabloid magazine about Kate Moss saying that she really liked Parklife. The Kate Moss. I knew it was harmless, but knowing that women like Kate Moss, her along with Noami Campbell, the absolute epitome of beauty, knowing that they were around that range of celebrities Damon could easily get access and get a hold of made me feel uneasy. 

It wasn’t helped by the fact that Damon and I were spending less and less time together. The amount was decreasing exponentially. With Blur on the constant rise, it was expected that Damon’d be spending more time with the lads in the studio. What I hadn’t anticipated was that the only time we’d see each other would be when we kissed before bed.  

It was constant, routine. I felt it lacked the feelings it did in the beginning. It felt more like some odd procedure in a dystopian book. It didn’t feel like we wanted to do it, it felt like we had to. 

Tonight was no different. Damon had come back to the flat after a long day of rehearsals. I had gotten back a while back, my boss had gone on early holiday, allowing to me to finally cut back on the unpaid overtime. I sat on our shared bed, my back on the headboard, an opened book in hand. Damon walked in the bedroom, his hair still wet from the shower he’d just taken; he didn’t bother fetching a shirt before pulling up the duvet and going under it. His face inched close to mine, the repetitive and humdrum step process in progress. I placed a finger over his lips, intercepting any and all attempts for his lips to reach mine.  

Damon’s eyes shot up, startled by the interruption. “What’s wrong?” 

I closed the book, placing it on the nightstand on my side of the bed, before turning fully to face Damon. “Aren’t you tired of this?” 

Damon cocked slightly askew; a brow rose. “Tired of what?” 

I sighed; I shouldn’t have been surprised. I wanted to be annoyed at him for not comprehending straight away, but the cryptic language wasn’t really much help. “This.” I gestured vaguely between the two of us, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Every night’s the same. I come home from work, you come back from the studio and all we do is kiss then sleep.” 

Damon sat up straighter. 

“I mean—I don’t even remember the last time we had dinner together, let alone a proper conversation; do you, Damon?” 

Damon turned his head, the words hitting him as he tried his hardest to think a time. There was a brief intermission before a finally spoke, saying on a succinct, “No.” 

“Damon, I’m spent.” I spoke slowly, heaving. “I wanna spend time with you.” 

“I didn’t know you felt that way, I’m sorry, love.” Damon placed both his hands on my cheeks, his soft, yet calloused thumbs, stroked my face gently.  

I felt a bit bad when he apologised, it wasn’t his fault.  

“Tell you what,” Damon’s fingers at the back of my hair gently played with my lower scalp. “I have rehearsals tomorrow—” 

I made a face at that.  

“—but,” he continued. “I think the band can manage one day without me.” 

A small smile appeared on my face before I could stop it.  

“How about we go out for dinner tomorrow evening, uh?” 

I nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.” 

“Great,” Damon grinned, “now, can I please kiss you?” 

I giggled, pulling Damon close until out lips locked. It felt great. I didn’t feel that sense of nothingness, instead, it felt pleasing, satisfying. 

The next day, work had gone by rather quickly, the excitement and eagerness were simply too much. By the time I got home, it was already a quatre past seven. Damon was sat in the living room, smoking beside the opened window in the living room. He placed a small kiss on my forehead before allowing me to get ready. I changed out of my work attire, opting to take a swift shower. 

When I zipped up the short black dress I chose, the third one I chose for the evening, standing in front of the restroom mirror, I could see my reflection glancing back at me. I felt disgusted, I did. I probed at my sides and curves, pinching my dress from the back, as if that would magically do something to pacify the thoughts racing through my head. The dress already clung to my body, pulling it added to an almost inability to breath. I wanted to say ‘fuck it’ and leave the restroom, but I couldn’t. When my hand reached for the knob, an almost instant feeling, almost like going into shock. My chest felt tight and my heart was racing, and the moisture growing on the palms my hand would be sure not to give me a very good grip. 

My eyes landed on a paper cover of a magazine laying haphazardly on the counter, likely left by Damon. The cover immediately caught my eye, it was a cover of her. Kate Moss. She looked as confident as ever, her attire as striking as her appearance. It didn’t even look like she was trying, she just looked so beautiful. So unlike me.  

I felt repulsed, the way Kate’s beauty stared back at me, like it was taunting me the way the magazine stared back at me. I didn’t look good and I didn’t feel good; I couldn’t leave the fuckin’ bathroom, my chest honestly felt like it was about to explode and I felt like barfing. Like it was at the end of my throat, ready to come out. This felt stupid. Something so simple, yet I couldn’t do it. 

Three knocks outside the door snapped me out of my thoughts. “Y/N, you alright? You’ve been in there for a while.” 

My body jumped slightly, startled. I took a deep breath, wiping the long, thin watery line that I hadn’t realised had fallen from my eyes before opening the door. “I’m fine, Damon.” My voice sounded far from convincing, a bit strained. It would have taken a really big idiot to believe what I had said. I gave him the best smile I could pull. 

Damon took one look at my face, one, a look of suspect on his face. “What’s wrong?” He asked again.  

“Nothing.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“Nothing’s wrong, Damon.” My voice unintentionally raised slightly.  

To me, it was nothing; To Damon, it was a tall tale sign that something was amiss. “Y/N, I know you.” He took one of his hands in mine. “I know when something’s bothering you, and I told you that you can always talk to me when something’s up. Now, what’s wrong?” 

My gaze fell to the floor. “I don’t think I wanna go to dinner anymore.” 

I didn’t need to look up at Damon to know the Englishman's brows were furrowed, a sign of his obvious confusion. “What’d you mean?” 

I sighed, my eyes briefly met his. I gave the mirror a look before turning back to Damon. “I’m not hungry.” 

“There it is again, you’re lying.” 

“Honestly, Damon, does it matter? I don’t want to go.” I tried to make my tone sound indifferent, but it wasn’t working. If I couldn’t convince myself, there was no way in hell Damon believed me. 

“It does matter. You were looking forward to this, and now all the sudden you don’t wanna go? Tell me what’s bothering you.” 

“Isn’t it obvious?” I spoke, in a hushed tone, almost like a whisper. “Look at you, then look at me.” 

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” Damon blinked; cluelessness plastered on his face. 

“Damon, you’re beautiful, the 20th century’s Adonis.” My voice trembled, and my speech faltered. “I can’t be your Aphrodite. I’m not beautiful like—” My eyes fell back to the magazine on the counter. “—like her.” 

Damon’s eyes followed my gaze and he saw the magazine. With a long sigh, he picked it up, examining it before throwing it back on the counter. “That was what was bothering you?” 

My silence and inability to answer his question must have spoken volumes to him.  

Damon turned my body to face the mirror. His hand propping my chin up to make direct eye contact with him in the mirror. “You know what I see when I see this face every day?” He inquired; thought I could tell it was meant to be a rhetorical question.  

“I see the sexiest woman I have ever laid my eyes on.” He spoke lowly, his voice husky. His was mouth directly beside my ear. “You have never and will never be ‘not beautiful.’” 

His ocean blue eyes stared directly at my eyes through our reflection. “You have no idea, do? How incredible you are.” 

I felt my heat rising to my face, I could see it in the reflection turning red. I stared at his face, trying to catch a semblance of doubt. All I saw was Damon—my Damon. The patient, loving, and sincere man I fell for. 

“Let’s not go anywhere right now, let me show you just how perfect you are—just you and me.” Damon gently pushed me forward, placing my hands on the counter. His hand went on my thigh, slowly rising up, slowly pushing and bunching my dress up. I knew where this was going. 

“Damon, I —” 

“Shhh...” He pressed slow, sensual, wet kisses along my shoulder, pushing my hair aside to get a better angle.  

I hummed in pleasure. When Damon had the dress bunched above my hip, his lips found my ear again. “Let me show you how much I really love you.” 

His hand tugged at the hem of my underwear. “You want me to do that?” 

I bit my lower lip, nodding.  

Damon didn’t need to be told again. His hand went past the waist band and teased the side of my thigh before finding my core. An unintentional moan was released from my mouth when Damon teased my entrance.  

“You like that, uh?” Damon smirked. His hand stroked my folds, releasing more moans from me. When his finger found my clit, it was game over.  

“Damon —oh —” The pleasure was simply too much.  

Then he inserted a finger. I couldn’t think straight. I saw white, it wasn’t the type of white you saw when you were dying, it was the kind you saw when you were being absolutely fucked out of your mind. When his second finger went in, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Especially because he kept hitting that spot. 

“So tight...” Damon, using his other hand, turned my head, giving me a sloppy, wet, kiss. 

I tried my best effort to kiss him with as much strength as I could muster, but the thrusts of Damon’s fingers made it impossible. I felt myself clench around his fingers, my legs shaking sporadically. I was going to collapse. Damon moved his hand from my face and held me up with his free arm, wrapping it around me to keep me in place. With a final few strings of moans, my head tilted back, the feeling I'd been anticipating finally overcoming my body. My sounds filled the bathroom. When my body finally relaxed, I did my best to catch my breath. Damon kissed my cheek, he turned my around, placing both hands on my shoulders. 

“I don’t ever wanna hear you say that you’re anything but beautiful, you hear me?” His voice was stern, serious, with a gentle edge. 

“Yeah,” I laughed softly, “Gosh, I look like a mess, don’t I?” 

Damon grinned mischievously, a playful glint in his eyes. “You’re no model...but I reckon I’ll live.” 

I playful shoved his shoulder, a smile playing at my lips. 

Damon pressing a long kiss on my lips. It was full of passion; I felt my feelings being express through the kiss. I knew Damon felt the same way. His hands rested on my waist, while mine tried to pull him closer by the shirt. There was practically no more space between us, but that didn’t stop me from pulling him like there was. Then I felt it. It felt like a poke, something from Damon’s lower torso was poking at my thigh. I broke the kiss briefly, my eyes trailing low. Damon’s boner was in full view, protruding from his jeans. That was when I was certain we weren’t going to dinner that evening. 

[lgwifey]

Hi, may I ask if you can write something about Damon Albarn and a female reader?  (Maybe something fluff if you want, but I think anything will do). 

P.S I really like your writing :) .

Hiiiiya babes, thanks so much xxx I hope you like this, I’m not entirely sure what type this falls into but it’s all my brain’s giving me <33

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90s!Damon Albarn x fem!aristocratic!reader

Y/F/N : your full first name. Y/N : your nickname/shortened version of your full name

MASTERLIST

"Y/n Y/L/N is at it again ladies and gentlemen !"

The eighteen year old rolled her eyes, mumbling to whoever was in the room with her to 'turn the blasted thing off, won't you'. She sat up, lifting her pink silk eyemask off and throwing it onto her lesser used bedside table.

"Good morning Miss Y/F/N."

She looked aside to find her childhood nanny at her bedroom door, just having placed the hot pink television remote on her vanity.

"How many times do I have to say Vanessa ? Just Y/N."

She sent a smile to the mother figure before jumping out of her bed, quite literally. The winter chills sent her to pull on some pom-pomed slipper boots, pulling on a pair of fluffy pyjama bottoms aswell.

"Of course, Y/N."

She sent a smile back to the young lady before informing her that her mother was downstairs waiting for her, which caused her to go wide eyed and immediatly rushed down the two flights of stairs which lead to the dining room.

She stopped before the overly elegant double doors, quickly pulling her hair out of the pink scrunchie she had slept in and trying to pat it down. She gave a quick knock before opening the left door, walking in with a perfect posture.

“Good morning mother."

The girl caught her mother's eyes at the other side of the room. They didn't get along, not in the slightest bit, so when the older woman was actually at the house, conversation at breakfast and at supper where dead, other than small notes on each other's jobs or family events that might be occuring. Y/N sat on one side of the exagerated table whilst her mother sat on the other side.

"You have a fitting at eleven."

"I know."

"Yes well knowing you, you would forget."

She discretely rolled her eyes, looking down to her juice beside her plate.

"And I would have to clean up your mistakes which I have neither the time or effort to do Y/F/N."

She bit her lip, and just gave a hum in response before standing up and leaving to her room, leaving her untouched food to be dealt with by the butler a few meters away from her. She bit the inside of her cheeks hard as she ran up the stairs, turning left and running up the next set before reaching her room. The bedroom door slammed shut and y/n threw the scrunchie off her wrist onto her bed.

She quickly washed and fixed yesterday's makeup, which she didn't need to overly bother with since it would all be redone at the fitting she needed to leave to go to. She slipped on a pair of beige highwaisted suit trousers and a white lace bralette. She threw a bunch of her things into a handbag before slipping on chestnut uggs, an a long denim afgan coat. She brushed through the knots in her hair before throwing the gem decored flip phone into her bag and rushing out if the room.

Before she got to the end of her drive, she slipped on a pair of large sunglasses due to the reporters at her estate's gates.

She could see and hear the laughs of people passing by as they watched her try to avoid the cameras and shouting journalists who where running after her down the path.

If only they understood.

After her dress fitting for one of her mother's arrangements next month, Y/N decided to stay in the city and get a bit of lunch before returning back to the house. She ended up not having to hide from people as much since apparently there was someone else on the same road as her who was deemed more important, her mind thanked whoever it was because their misery was currently allowing her to relax for a bit.

She ended up in a little cafe off a main road. After ordering a coffee and a snack they had in their counter display, she sat in one of the booths by herself. Her bag sat on the inside of the row as she flicked through one of her new books. One of the girls who was working at the till when she ordered placed a mug and plate down infront of Y/N and with a smile gave a timid "if you need anything else feel free to ask." She gave a smile back before taking a sip of her coffee and humming to herself, tapping her fingers on the table as she read through her open page.

As she ate, she took extra care in keeping and crumbs away from the new hardback and when she had finished with her food she left the few belongings in their spot before ordering an iced drink to have before heading home.

At least that was her plan, but that plan was quickly dropped when as she was about to get up and thank the girl on shift for the drinks, a crowd of cameras appeared. Y/n gave a yelp before slouching back into her booth, sliding the book into her bag and hopeing no-one knew or saw that she was there.

As the door crashed open, a figure in baggy clothes ran in and jumped into the opposite side of her booth. She noticed him muttering to himself, distracted and seemingly having not noticed her.

She hid further away from the cameras, crushing her bag as she fell onto it, letting out a sqeak as she did so, begging that she hadn't broken anything in it. Having got the stranger's attention, his muttering stopped and he looked over to her with a clearly very confused expression.

"Hi."

"Hello."

Her reply came before a short, awkward pause and after it was a sudden burst of annoyance displayed through hushed shouts.

"What the hell are you doing ! I don't know who you are but I was having a nice time away from those parasites and now they're going to know that i'm here !"

He blinked for a moment before waving his hand in a confused manner, causing her to roll her eyes. To say the stranger was even more confused when she started climbing under the table to his side of the booth, dragging her bag behind her.

"I'm Y/N."

She held out a hand for him to shake in their slouched and cramped situation.

"Damon.”

"Okay, now Damon how am I supposed to leave this cafe without gaining those people's attention."

He grinned at her, almost as if she had told a joke, Y/N shuffled herself around with her elbows and their faces where way to close for any stranger's to be, but there wasn't much either of them could do due to the glass exterior of the cafe and the little booth space which couldn't be seen from outside.

"I could run out in a moment, I just need to catch my breath."

Y/N swore she was actually having palpitations from his accent but tried to keep her calm. It was just so different to all the upper class pricks her mother tried to match her up with.

"It's okay, I can call my driver to come collect us both, it'll probably force them to leave us both alone for the time being."

It was obvious Damon wasn't expecting her to have a driver who was able to appear at a moment's notice, sure she sounded posh and looked rich... but a driver !

“We could just make a run for it ?”

She paused typing on her mobile, looking up to where he was slightly less slouched than her.

“If we run fast enough they won’t be able to catch us.”

She smiled to him, kicking her bags to fall on the floor so she could grab it.

“Well if I’m going to be stuck on a front page with you, I think it’s the polite think to know your full name Damon.”

“I could say the same to you Miss Y/N.”

She cringed slightly before telling him, watching his features drop slightly before buzzing back to how they where before.

“Y/N Y/L/N”

“Damon Albarn at your service Miss Y/L/N. And I’m three, two, one, run !”

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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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[imaginesbymonika]

She's electric | Part 3

Pairing: Liam Gallagher x fem!bassist reader

Plot: Liam's hatred for Blur runs deep. However, no matter how much he hates them and their stupid music - he cannot seem to hate their bassist.

Last Part

DAILY MAIL

friday, february 15, 1997

NEWSPAPER OF THE YEAR , 35p

"Uncomfortable Liam Gallagher Seen Standing Close to Blur’s Y/N at BRITs Afterparty, Snaps 'Stop Looking at Me,' as Damon Albarn Jokes: 'I Thought He Liked Being Looked At'"

(3 months later)

Noel shakes his head in repulsion as he follows his younger brother into the main hall, taking a few steps to the side so he doesn't bump into other people:” God, this place is fucking crowded. Can’t we just leave?” Liam, who stops to make room for two giggling actresses scoffs:” This might be the first time you’re saying something that makes sense.” He doesn’t have to look at Noel to know he’s rolling his eyes.

Meanwhile Y/N stands next to Damon and his girlfriend. Her arms are tightly crossed in front of her chest while she leans her head on her best friend's shoulder. Just as she's about to speak, a slight shiver runs down her spine. She instantly lifts her head and blinks a couple of times before spinning around. Her gaze scans the rows until it meets Liam’s. Maybe all the talk about this infamous sixth sense might have some truth to it after all.

However, as if the Gods above were making an effort to shield her from making any sort of mistake the lights are beginning to dim. And before she can open her mouth to say something somebody grabs her upper arms to drag her further away. There’s a particular disappointment forming in the young woman, one that Liam is sensing as well.

During the entire evening, his eyes shift to Y/N every now and then. He moves in his seat as he tries his absolute best to concentrate on the award show at hand, but his mind (just like his gaze) keeps wandering back to her. He simply can’t help himself, it’s almost as if she’s some magnet pulling him (and his sanity) toward her. He almost feels helpless in a way.

“It’s time for ‘Album of the Year’.”, Paris Hilton announces, while slightly leaning forward. Liam wants to win so badly. He truly does. Yet when he looks over at Y/N there’s a certain level of frustration growing within him. He sees the way she’s excitedly speaking to Damon while holding his hand. Fuck the other members, he just wants her to win.

“And the winner is…” Liam holds his breath and places his elbows on his knees. “Blur, with ‘Blur’. That’s so hot!” She purrs into the microphone.

“Fuck this crap.”, Noel lets out and shakes his head as they watch how Blur themselves hug one another.” This has to be rigged.” The audience meanwhile cheers and whistles loudly while the band makes their way up the stairs onto the stage. Liam clenches his teeth. Although he wants to be nonchalant, when he sees her in that short leopard print dress, he can’t help but marvel at how gorgeous she looks. He leans his head back and shuts his eyes in frustration while Damon’s voice fills the room:” Can someone please shut off that damn microphone?!”

“This is so great.”

At the sound of her soft voice Liam instantly opens his eyes again .”No, really. Thank you so much for this! However… I would like to share this one with Oasis.” Her left hand lifts the small statue into the air. Liam can't remember the last time where he had been this speechless, but as he steals a quick glance at his older brother, he realizes that he isn't the only one feeling that way.

“Huge fan, truly. Genuinely believe they’re the best musicians this genre has to offer at this moment…Thanks again.”

[a-very-bored-blogger]

"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. 

[hughiewasnthere]

Hiiii,can we maybe get something where the reader is a photographer (and Damon girlfriend obv)so one day Damon suggest that she take dirty pics of him ,she do and they take turns on taking pics of each other,and it’s all intimate which kinda elevates to something more heated (90s Damon pls 🙏🏼🙏🏼)

Damon Albarn x fem reader

NSFW 18+!!!

Photography gone wrong

You had been taking pictures of the blur members all day. All from serious poses for the media and then a few mess around ones for the history books.

You would practically think you were Damon’s girlfriend with the way him and Graham are together.

After getting good pics of everyone they decided to turn it in for the night apart from Damon as he got back on the screen ready for more.

“Oh… you wanting more dames?” You ask as you put the lenses back on the camera.

He smiles at you as he nods “yeah cmon take some shots of me luv” his strong accent fills the room as you chuckle as him.

He lays flat on his stomach as a smile spreads across his lips. A hand through his hair giving it that signature mess.

You thought he looked really good from where he was so you quickly wanted to capture it. “Cmon pretty boy” you chuckle.

He wiggled his eyebrows playfully as you took a photo of him.

“Cmon Albarn give me something interesting!” You laugh.

“I think I’ve ran out of poses darlin” he said as he stood up to think of something. His smart idea was his top off.

You adjust your lense as you looked at him with a confused smirk “your idea is your tits out?”

He smiled putting his hands on his sides puffing his chest out. “Get it in all its glory luv”

You chuckle as you adjust the lenses to take photos of him now with his top out. His hand proudly rubbing over the hairs on his chest

He wanted to see how far he could push his luck with your photos so he drags both hands to push his jeans down slightly exposing the top half of the hair on his lower abdomen. His fingers running up his happy trail.

You swallow thickly trying to pay no mind. “Pose” was all you could manage out. He knew what he was doing. You knew what he was doing and it was to your dismay was working.

You quickly took some photos but sneaky zooming the lenses into his lower half.

He smirked lowering his pants more. All you could see was the top of his shaft nestled in the hairs. He chuckled thinking he could keep his bravado up but it didn’t last long. He’d even teased him self too much and slowly started to get aroused.

You chuckle and decided it was your turn to get back at him. “Wanting to do a naked shoot are we dames?” He let out a chuckle before gaining his confidence back. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. His blue briefs exposing everything as he stood there. He had half an erection as he looked at you with a smile.

You chuckle standing back getting a full body photo. Damon Albarn with no shirt. His jeans pooled at his thighs, his briefs tented.

“Off with em Albarn” you kneel to get a better shot of his lower half. “I can keep this photo in my purse” you chuckle

“I’ll take em off if you do” he protested innocently.

You cocked an eyebrow. You didn’t say a word as you placed the camera down on the small table to your side. You swiftly took your jumper off leaving your self in a bra.

You picked your camera back up with a smile before kneeling again.

“Cmon then” you smile. The sight of him now fully hard in his loose briefs was enough to get wet in your panties.

He stops breathing for a second. He stairs at your breasts. A slight twitch in his briefs. You snap a photo before standing up.

“How about one of you lying down?… no briefs?” His eyes widen before he smirks. Slowly taking his briefs off before lying down. His erection pointing up. A small twitch as he huffs.

You chuckle as you snapped a photo from the side of him. “Stay there Albarn” you said as you placed the camera down.

You then make your way over. You straddle his hips. Your jeans still on. His hands coming up to hold your hips.

You lean down as kiss him. He returns the kiss pushing his tongue in before pulling away.

“Camera…. Get the camera” you raise an eyebrow before getting up grabbing the camera and making your way back.

You sat back on his hips again. He takes the camera from you. He takes a photo of you as you sat on his hips.

He smiled before setting the camera to random. As he placed it on the floor facing you.

You go back to kissing with his hands up your sides feeling around and the occasional snap of the camera.

His hips thrusting up against yours to meet for some friction. You slowly take your leans off followed by your panties. He rolled you both over so he’s on top. He pulls your legs to wrap round his back as he kissed you

He really couldn’t fuss for anything else. He wanted you NOW.

He took his briefs off as he pulled away from you. He lined him self up with your entrance as he looked at you.

You nodded before he slowly pushed his way in. He groaned as he lays on you. His hips slowly thrusting into you. He slowly kissed up your neck as he grunts. Your moans soon following his grunts…

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You both sat at the computer. Your camera hooked up as you both looked through the photos. All the nice blur ones and then naked Damon….

You chuckle as Damon drops his head on your shoulder as he huffed “I look such a fool, look at me” he chuckle before you clicked on to the cameras auto mode. The photos it took on its own of you and Damon caught in the middle of your sex.

You groaned as you looked at them. He just chuckled “pretty hot…. Could keep them in my wallet definitely” he laughed as he kissed the side of your head.

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Sorry this is quite rushed I’m really not well but wrote this because I need something to do x

[sirenlulls]

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

i will write — fem & gender neutral!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, pregnancy & parent fics, social media aus

i won't write — drastic age gaps (5-10+ years depending on the character), eating disorders, self harm, suicide, toxic relationships, major nsfw, character x character fics

who i write for ↓

( youtubers ) wroetoshaw, miniminter, calfreezy, chrismd, george clarke, theburntchip, arthurtv.

( formula 1 ) charles leclerc, carlos sainz, pierre gasly, oscar piastri, lando norris, max verstappen, daniel ricciardo, lance stroll.

( celebrities ) timothée chalamet, zendaya, florence pugh, jack champion, harry styles, alex turner, elijah hewson, robert keating, josh jenkinson, ryan mcmahon, gene gallagher, lennon gallagher, damon albarn, graham coxon

requests are open!

[remersgf]

jealous

pairings : 1998 damon albarn x fem reader

warnings : smut, possessiveness, arguing, use of ‘slut’, fingering (f receiving) degrading if you squint, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink if you squint, damon being an asshole

a/n : this was so rushed i’m so sorry. plz enjoy a bit of jamie & angry damon :-)

requested by @noely-babe <3

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damon and i had been invited to our mutual friend’s house, the friend being jamie hewlett. i’ve been friends with jamie much longer than damon has, seeing that they used to resent each other, but the bond they’ve created in the past year or so is nearly impenetrable (which i always thought was the sweetest to watch unfold). but i am me and jamie is jamie. super flirty personalities - which we have bonded over in the past. there’d been times where i’ve speculated if jamie had caught feelings for me, but never actually asking him.

and of course i love him, but the thought of us being together makes me want to get a lobotomy.

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obviously i spent time with jamie at the party. why wouldn’t i? the entire time i spent laughing and talking with him, i could see damon glaring at us out of the corner of my eye.

no way i would call damon a jealous lover, though there had been times where i’d seen him cringe at the sight of me hugging or smiling with another man; this was different.

as i went to the semi-isolated kitchen (almost completely empty apart from a couple kissing) to get another drink, damon trailed behind me.

“can we go?” damon spoke, hints of agitation lingering in his tone.

“fuck!” i jumped, nearly banging my head on the cabinet above me.

“‘hi’ to you too, love. the party isn’t even close to being over, are you feeling alright?” i replied, now facing damon and taking his hand in mine.

“can we just go?” he said, letting go of my hand and crossing his arms.

“why are you upset, baby?” i whispered softly, trying to be patient with him.

“don’t give me that shit, you know why i’m upset. now are we going or not?” he spat.

“why cant you just talk to me?” i whispered again, now getting frustrated with his childish behavior.

“i will, in the car.” he responded, getting a head start at leaving jamie’s and getting in the car.

i scoffed at him while watching him storm out the door. as i collected my coat, i thanked jamie for the party and apologized for leaving so early.

“don’t worry about it, y/n. see you soon” jamie said, giving me a kiss on the cheek as i left.

-

he did not tell me in the car. the whole car ride back was silent, including the first few moments inside our flat.

“now will you tell me what’s wrong?” i spoke bitterly as i took off my black heels, leaning on the wall.

“what’s wrong is that i don’t want to see you blatantly letting my friend try and get into your pants!” damon replied.

“your friend? you’re being ridiculous, has it ever dawned on you that he was my friend first?” i argued back as i finally got my heels off, now standing upright and crossing my arms.

“you know he wants to fuck you, you’ve seen the way he looks at you. it doesn’t help that you’ve decided to wear the sluttiest dress you have tonight!” he yelled.

“so now you’re just being an asshole to me?”

“do you want to fuck him?” he asked, his voice wavering.

“no.” i replied softly.

the previous shouting that had once filled the room dissolved, making the silence seem deafening. we merely just looked at each other, unsure of where to go from this.

“the only person i’ll ever want to fuck is you” i murmured, keeping the strong eye contact with him.

i moved towards him and wrapped my arms around his t-shirt clad figure, resting my head on his chest.

for a moment (a very scary moment), he didn’t move. i was about to pull away from him when he suddenly grabbed my cheeks and kissed me. the kiss was filled with passion and longing, as if this were our last.

as our tongues swirled together, and the heat (and something else) between us grew. damon picked me up, me naturally wrapping my legs around him as he did so. he brought us to our bedroom and dropped me on the bed, fervently pulling his shirt off as i took off my ‘slutty’ dress, still clad in my matching black bra and panties.

“turn around” he ordered while undoing his belt.

good lord.

the sight itself made me drip, let alone the sinful words that came out of him.

of course, i did as i was told.

waiting on all fours, back arched; i suddenly felt his big hands resting on my hips, squeezing and clawing at the skin.

“this? this is all mine. you’re mine” he bent down to whisper in my ear, dragging his hands up and down my back.

i whined as i buried my head into the comforter, raising my ass higher.

smirking at this, he began placing small kisses on my shoulder, slowly kissing down my body and eventually reaching my raised bum.

pulling away from me, i heard him finally take off his shoes, jeans, and boxers.

“do you want me to fuck you?” he muttered, dragging my panties down so they rested on the backs of my knees.

“yes! god, please damon” i gasped, the anticipation turning me into a needy mess.

“ask nicely.”

“please, damon. i want you so bad. i’m yours.”

tutting, he dragged a finger through my folds.

“so wet and i haven’t even touched you yet. do you think he could be able to do this? no..”

a wanton moan escaped my lips, begging him to stimulate me more.

i guess he got the idea, because following my moan, he shoved two fingers in me - resulting in a loud squeal from me.

he grabbed my hip with his right hand as his left worked magic in me, causing more moans to fall out of me. squeezing and clawing at my hips, he bent down and started kissing up my back again.

“fuc-k me, please! please, i need you so bad-!” i managed to say in between moans and whimpers.

“yeah? i’ll give you what you need, pretty.”

he removed his fingers from me, causing a moan to die in the back of my throat. teasing me, he slid the tip of his dick up and down my folds, occasionally tapping it on my clit.

as i was about to whine that he was taking too long, i felt him thrust into me.

the room filled with sounds of our skin slapping together, the bed creaking, and the moans escaping us both.

“bet- bet he cant fuck you like this, he could never make you feel like this” damon grunted, slithering his hand down to play with my clit.

“i’m- im about to cum-“ i whimpered, gasping for air as i danced on the edge of my orgasm.

every sensation that i was feeling disappeared; his hand was taken off my clit, and his dick pulled out of me completely. before i could say anything about how unfair he was being, damon whispered,

“turn around, i wanna see your face when you cum for me.”

repositioning myself to lay on my back, damon spread apart my legs as far as they could go, and pounded into me once more.

already being close, it didn’t take long for me to reach the edge again.

as i watched his head hang back while he pleasured me, i felt myself squeeze around him; making damon gasp and thrust into me harder.

“go on, doll. that’s it, he could never make you cum as hard as i do”

“mphfuck! damon!!” i yelled out as my orgasm washed over me, the contracting of my walls bringing damon to his own.

“fuck, i’m gonna pump you so full. you’re mine- you’re…”

he collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck as he did so.

“damon..too heavy..” i murmured.

“sorry…”

we both lay there in silence, just breathing together peacefully.

“i’m really sorry about earlier,” he spoke softly, “i didn’t mean to be such an asshole.”

“it’s okay, but i hope you know that you’re the only one i want” i replied.

we didn’t have to say anything else, he looked at me, smiled, and said,

“i love you.”

“i love you more.”

[ssupersonicc]

like a virgin — d.a

♡ pairing — damon albarn x fem!reader

♡ summary — damon has y/n on his lap to tell him what she wants him to do to her — though she’s far more clueless than he had expected. he’s willing to change that.

♡ includes — sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, pwp, virgin!reader, a shitty ending

♡ a/n — i’m rather fond of this if i do say so myself. <3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Y/n’s cheeks were burning furiously and they were almost as hot as the embers that crackled in the hearth of the fireplace — a place in which she tried desperately to fixate her gaze upon, though with the constant press of Damon’s mouth upon her pulse point, it wasn’t long before her eyelids began to flutter shut.

He hummed teasingly, pulling back with his bottom lip clutched loosely between his teeth — and his eyes, dark and half-closed, flitted between the countless bruises he had inflicted upon her throat.

The sight was nothing short of sinful, and the image had him pulsing inside his jeans — the material growing impossibly tighter, however he fought the urge to buck his hips against her. Damon wanted what she wanted.

So, with tentative fingertips, he grazed the swell of her cheek, before guiding her to face him and he soon enveloped her chin between a thumb and index finger just so she wouldn’t shy away.

“Come on, poppet,” Damon cooed, pressing a kiss to her cheek to have her eyes upon his own, “tell me what you want. Promise I’ll give you everything you ask for.”

Y/n’s lips stuttered, her breath had hitched inside her throat and she struggled to use her words — it was something he began to smirk at, the corner of his lips twitching upwards so teasingly, it was enough for her face to flush hotly once more.

“That’s it,” he coaxed her, his warm touch felt as if it was searing her plush skin and her chest began to involuntary heave, “use your words for me, love, atta girl.”

“I-I don’t know.” Her stuttered speech was nothing short of pathetic, and it made Damon cock an eyebrow, though his smirk stayed and he watched her cower from underneath his stare.

“You don’t know?” He inquired, “well that just won’t do, will it, hm?”

His tone was teasing still, his calloused palm smoothed over the swell of her backside and she shook her head, no, before placing her own palms upon his broad shoulders; waiting.

“You’ve never had anyone touch you like this before, lovely?” He cooed, “has anyone ever found your sweet spots? Ever made you writhe?”

His questions were purely rhetorical, though Damon was sure she wouldn’t be able to utter a word even if she tried. His mouth hovered against the shell of y/n’s ear, his tongue swiping hotly along her lobe.

“Has anyone ever made you cum?” Y/n exhaled shakily, his speech caused a fire to erupt between her thighs and she could feel her arousal saturating the cotton of her underwear. She must’ve been soaking, her wetness practically seeping through the thin fabric and staining the rough material of his denim.

“Oh, Damon, please touch me!” She whined, fingernails clawing at his shoulders and leaving crude crescents in their wake. “Want you to be the first to make me feel good.”

“Yeah? You want me to corrupt you, little dove?” His cock was straining, desperately hard because of her innocence. He hadn’t a clue as to why he was getting so worked up, nor did he understand why the pretty girl hadn’t ever been touched so intimately before, but the mere thought of seeing her bare pussy and watching her writhe and struggle desperately because of him? Yeah. Damon’s pretty blue eyes nearly rolled to the back of his skull just thinking about such obscenities.

“Feel so tingly,” y/n whimpered, “need you to help me.”

“Where, honey?” He pouted mockingly, his hips slowly bucking — a rhythm barely there, it definitely wasn’t enough to soothe the constant throbbing of his thickened cock. “Gotta show me so I can help.”

With her own pout upon her lips and a pair of glazed, watery eyes, she took hold of his wrist before tugging it impatiently towards the spot that throbbed needily, the spot that surged with more of her sticky arousal the second she placed his rough palm over her mound.

“Such a needy little thing. Soakin’ through your pretty knickers for me-” he groaned at the crudeness of it all, his fingertips slid through her folds and she wasn’t even bare yet. “You think you deserve it, poppet? Think you deserve my fingers, hm?”

Y/n was nodding, her babbles were whiny and inaudible — Damon soon shoved a thumb between her lips to have her settle down.

“Well then,” he was smirking now, “I think it’s only fair if you beg for it, my love.”

Her opening quivered at his speech, and every single muscle in her body wanted to conform in that moment.

“What’re you waiting for, hm? Get on your knees and beg for it like a good little rookie.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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[damonjuicyscock]

Lausanne- 00's Damon Albarn X Reader

Pairing: 2003 Damon Albarn X Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, smuttyyyyy (P in V sex, unprotected sex), maybe a few spelling mistakes.

Words: 2518

Summary: This smut was requested by my dear anon, here is the plot:

“sooo my request is for 2003 damon.. there is just something about this era😩😩😩

fem reader meets damon at a hotel bar they really get well with each other and start’s to talk for hoursss and hours and they are so sweet to each other and get a little flirty.. when they go to each other’s room they realize that there rooms are next to each other.. And she was about to sleep until she hears him moaning and touching himself at the next room.. she wouldn’t do anything but the next day she meet him in the hotel buffet and they will eat breakfast with other and talk and spend the rest of the day with each other until midnight and they will be a little drunk and damon will start asking her really personal questions and then she will tell him about what she heard last night and .. you can use your imagination for the rest lol

.. sorry for my terrible English btw

I hope you like my idea x”

A/N: Hello everyone, here I am with another smut! To my other anons, I started working on your requests, they will come soon, but first another requested smut will be published and one of mines. As always, the next chapter of the New Singer will be out on Saturday, the epilogue will be published on next Wednesday with the requested smut. Then next Friday, the fanfic with 90’s Liam will start! But don’t worry, Damon won’t be far 😉

Anyway, enjoy!

November 2003, you were a 21 year old young apprentice, coming with the company you were working for, for a conference. The following days would be used to visit the area. Moreover, one of your favorite bands was in the same city as you were at the exact same moment: Blur. But sadly, you wouldn’t be able to see them live.

What you didn’t know yet was that you were staying at the same hotel as them.

At about midnight, after a boring business dinner, you ended up in the hotel’s bar. You sat and asked for a mojito. About less than two minutes after, a man arrived next to you, asking for whiskey. You didn’t notice him at first, but you kinda knew who he was.

Is this mojito good?

Not the best I drank but yeah. You answered, sipping your drink without looking at him

Where was the one you think is the best?

In a pub in London.

Well I live there, which pub is it?

You also lived in London, and it intrigued you. You faced him and you were absolutely not waiting for this. You should have recognized his voice when you heard him talk, but the topic of the dinner still was running in your head.

Holy…

Yeah?

You…You are Damon Albarn!

Yeah?

Sorry, I’m just a great fan. My name is Y/N.

Nice to meet you Y/N.

And to answer you as I also live in London, this pub is in Soho, right next to Carnaby Street.

I think I might see which one.

It’s a real pleasure to meet you. I didn’t know you were staying in this hotel. I’m a big Blur fan, I knew you were coming in town but couldn’t assist to your gig.

Oh I’m sorry for you, why couldn’t you?

Business dinner. It was so boring.

What are you working on?

I’m not really working for them. Well technically yeah because I’m their apprentice and they pay me but, this isn’t my type of thing, it’s only a traineeship to find what I really want to do with my life.

Did you find what?

No, nothing seems to fit me.

Well… maybe you’re in the wrong path? Have you any hobbies?

Oh yes, I am an actress in my spare time in a small theatre company.

Well maybe that’s what you should do?

I don’t know, I don’t think I’m good enough to become one.

Don’t say that, I’m sure you’re really talented.

Well thank you a lot! I say it again but that’s really surprising to see you there!

Damon smiled at you.

You kept talking for what seemed an hour to hour but in truth, you talked until the closing of the bar at 2 in the morning. Damon was charming. You could have waited for him to be superficial just like a big bunch of celebrities, but he wasn’t. He complimented the outfit you were wearing, trying to get flirty. Damn, he really was charming.

Can I accompany you to your room’s door?

Well I’m not risking anything but yes why not? We have to finish this topic!

You were talking about acting, Damon telling you about his acting years in school and his acting career he thought wasn’t convincing. But you saw the movies he played in and reassured him, telling he actually was a good actor and that you saw worse in your company.

You got in the elevator, still talking. And got to your floor.

Here we are… you said

You’ve gotta be kidding me! He said, bursting out laughing

His laugh was infectious, you started laughing as well

What? Why are laughing?

I’m next door!

No way!

Yeah.

Well… it’s time for me to go to sleep.

Good night then, he said kissing your hand like a gentleman

You kissed him on the cheek and entered your room.

Good night Damon!

*

After taking a nice hot shower, you went to bed. When you were just about to fall asleep, you heard male moans next door. You thought maybe you were dreaming, or that Damon was dreaming. Until you heard him moan again, hearing some wet noises with it. You put your hear against the wall. Damon was jacking off, and his moans were beyond sexy. They went straight to your core, arousing you. But this night, you did nothing more than listening and dreaming about Damon making all kind of things to you. So many things that you woke up all sweaty on the next morning.

*

After preparing yourself, you went downstairs in the hotel’s restaurant to eat your breakfast. When you arrived in front of the reception, the receptionist stopped you:

Miss Y/L/N?

Huh, yes?

Your co-workers gave me this note for you. She said, handing me the piece of paper

Thank you.

You read it. They left to visit the city without you, because you were sleeping when they did. You sighed and went towards the restaurant as you planned to do.

You chose some food to eat and when you were about to go and sit down you bumped against someone.

Watch it! You said making a face

Oh Y/N! Good morning!

Damon, hey!

Do you come here to have breakfast?

What else?

Well let’s have it together!

You smiled and nodded.

You sat together and ate breakfast, talking about your plans of the day.

My co-workers left to visit Lausanne without me, so I thought that maybe we could visit it together? You asked

Gladly! When do you want us to go?

Right after our breakfast.

Okay, I’ll just go back to my room to pick my jacket.

And me my bag.

After eating, you did what you said, and left to visit Lausanne.

Happily, you were talking a bit of French and Italian thanks to your traineeship. It would help you.

You walked on the banks of the Lake Geneva which were called the Ouchy port. You visited the medieval town, stopping once to have a drink, Visited the Notre Dame Cathedral, which had 105 stained glass windows, and most of which are original, that is: 13th century. It was built by Viollet-le-Duc, who also built Paris’s one. We went to the Place de La Palud, with its fountain which was the oldest of the city, with a statue which represents justice. Then, we spent the afternoon in the Lavaux, lying in the grass with a view of the Lake Geneva and the Alps in the background. It was a sunny day and not too cold.

I have never seen such a clear sky! You said

In Africa, I have. He answered

How is it? I’ve never been to Africa yet.

It’s beautiful, meeting tribes, people, artists, their culture, their traditions… I like it a lot. Do you like to travel?

A lot! I love discovering new cultures and traditions. I’ve already been to a lot of countries. Well a lot… I didn’t visit the whole world yet.

Where have you been to?

France, Italy, Sweden, Norway, Russia, India, Indonesia, The U.S, Canada, Mexico, huh… Mongolia…

Mongolia?

Yes. It's very fun and very rewarding. On a human level, you can't ask for more. The people are unimaginably kind and wise.

I don’t doubt it. I hope I could go there one day.

A silence took place, as you closed your eyes. Damon was looking at you, a question burning in his mind.

Would you… let me buy you dinner tonight?

Suddenly you opened your eyes, a big smile invading your lips.

Damon, I would love to!

*

It was past midnight when you got back to the hotel. You both were a little drunk, struggling to walk straight. You and Damon were holding hands to support each other so you wouldn't fall. When you arrived at your floor, you were a little sad that it was already the end of this wonderful day. But you got an idea.

Would you like to drink a little something in my room? You asked him

With pleasure. He answered smiling at you

You blushed and opened your bedroom’s door. You entered and closed the door when he entered as well.

You opened the mini bar in search of a drink that would suit you both.

There are two mini bottles of champagne, should we open these?

Let’s do it. He answered

Damon sat on the bed.

You only had normal glasses. You filled them with the sparkly liquid and you and Damon toasted to your meeting.

You had so much in common, it’s like you knew your favorite artist for at least 20 years.

You got drunker, and the atmosphere changed into something else when questions started to be asked.

And so, you didn’t tell me, do you have a boyfriend? Damon asked

Nope. But you didn’t ask me so you couldn’t know.

Indeed. Is it a choice or…?

Well… I don’t really know. I just think I don’t really attract men. I'm a bit too intellectual, maybe a bit too bossy... I don't know. I'm an independent person who likes to run her life as she likes, is interested in a lot of different subjects... you know, a lot of men prefer girls who are not very bright or who don't think too much. Not headstrong women like me.

This isn’t my case. Women like you are totally my type.

Damon Albarn, are you flirting with me? You asked, under his spell

Maybe, maybe not. Try to guess. He said winking at you

I was raised by my mom. She was a single mom, so she taught me everything.

And she was right. We need more women like you in this world.

Thank you for the compliment. We also need more men like you. You said, blushing

An awkward silence settled in. Your eyes were fixing your glass. You were too shy to look at him in the eye. You knew he would kiss you if you did.

You were less shy yesterday.

I know. It’s just… I know what you’re about to do if I look at you.

Would it bother you?

Not at all.

Then why don’t you look at me?

You only smiled. He was the one raising your head with the help of his fingers. He looked at you deeply in the eye before putting his lips on yours, in a tender kiss.

You never had been kissed like this before. It wasn’t sexual. It really was tenderness.

The kiss was slow, passionate.

Soon, his tongue asked for entrance, and you let him.

Your tongues melted together, and you laid down on your bed, Damon on top, caressing your face.

Soon your lips separated, both of you needing to catch your breath.

Damon…

What? He answered

I have something to tell you.

I’m all ears.

You know… last night… I heard you.

Oh yeah?

Yeah. It was an interesting show to ear. It was so sexy.

Did you touch yourself listening to me?

No. I wanted you to do it for me. I’m interested in hearing some more. You said kinkily

He kissed you again, the kiss becoming heated this time.

Damon started opening your blouse at the same time, curious to see some more as well.

You know… I was thinking about you when doing it. You don’t know what you did to me Y/N, you’re so damn beautiful.

You also started to take his clothes off. Soon you were both naked. Damon was huge, you didn’t know how you would take him.

His hand slipped to your womanhood, collecting your arousal, and rubbing your clit, making you whimper at the feeling.

Is it what you hoped for? He asked

No… It’s better.

He kissed you again, long and hard, before sliding two fingers inside you. He pumped them in and out, slowly at first, then faster, touching your G-spot in the process.

Goooooood Damooooon, it feels so good…

I know baby, I know. Do you want me to make you cum?

Yes… P-Please…

He kept doing what he was doing, until you felt a heat invade your stomach, indicating you were close. Damon felt it by the way your walls were clenching around his fingers and kept speeding up until it became unbearable for you.

D-D-Damon, I’m going to…

Come on sweetheart, come for me.

You felt the knot in your belly tighten and suddenly release, making you almost scream.

Damon helped you ride your high, until you were only shivers and you finally stopped it.

T-T-Too much…

He let you catch your breath for a few minutes, his hand sliding up and down his shaft, spreading the preccum on his member, preparing himself. Once you were ready again, you nodded.

He found his place on top of you again, aligning his manhood with your entrance and slowly sliding inside you, making both of you moan in unison.

He let you get adjusted to his size, and he started rolling his hips against yours, adapting a passionate pace.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, making you go deeper inside you. He started hitting your G-spot, and your nails dig in his back, making him groan.

You both wouldn’t last long. You both could feel it. You, by the way your insides were spasming around his member, and him by the way his movements were getting sloppier with each thrust.

I’m gonna cum baby… are you with me? He asked

You nodded quickly, your eyes shutting in the process

Huh huh, I want to hear you. He grunted

Yes Damon! I’m with you!

The familiar heat you previously felt when he was fingering you came back in your stomach and finally invaded your whole body.

You were clenching so hard around Damon he didn’t have the time to warn you when he came in ropes of white cum, painting your insides and groaning loudly.

You both trembled against each other, Damon hips finally coming to a stop.

He collapsed on top of you, both being out of breath.

I definitely have to give you my address so we can see each other again. You said

And I think it’s a good idea, because I really want to see you again.

If someone told me I would meet Damon Albarn in Lausanne and bond with him, I would have thought it only was a dream.

And if it was one?

Then I don’t want to wake up ever again.

[leaawrites]

She's the one I'm running with

Damon Albarn x fem!reader

Summary: when everything falls apart, at least they still have each other.

Warnings: the press, fluff, maybe messed up timeline and behavior

Wordcount: 1.2k

Masterlist

“Do you ever wanna run away?”

A simple question as that had started it all, well maybe not everything. The press was there first, as always. Whether it be in front of a restaurant they were eating at one night or outside the studio whenever the band recorded a new album. They were there to take pictures of every situation, hoping to capture just the slightest glimpse of unintentional imperfection. Something more raw than laughter on a TV show or dumb comments in an interview or on stage. They wanted the real faces of every celebrity and they’d do anything to capture just the right moment for a new headline. They’d write anything to have their name printed as a footnote under the newest headline.

‘Damon Albarn, cheating on long-time girlfriend? Is there trouble in Paradise for the power couple of Britpop?’

Everything was a question and over the top. Everything was what it was never meant to be. A bloated stomach was a pregnancy and a new ring was an engagement or secret wedding. Everything one did, when it was seen by the public, was a form of violation. Whether it be against the fans or the own closest circle, someone always had to be hurt. Something always had to be dramatized.

The newest of them all finally drew the line for Damon, it made him ask that one specific question.

“In what sense?” she’d asked, playing with the sleeve of his grey shirt and looking up at him from her position on his chest.

“Just go,” he answered with his hands tangled in her hair. “Let’s just pack our stuff and go somewhere quiet. Without all the cars and people, just us.”

“OK.”

And that’s what they did the next morning. Damon called the band, saying that he needed some time off and that he wouldn’t be available for the next three weeks or so. Let’s say, they weren’t all too happy with his call. Y/n asked for the holiday she’d been putting off and her extra hours, before starting to pack their bags. Not too much, not too little. They wouldn’t be doing much, she knew that. He hadn’t actually told her what he’d planned for them, but she was willing to follow him anywhere.

She was sure of that at last, when she climbed into the car and looked over at him. His face highlighted by the golden sunlight that was still rising above the buildings, catching all the little details and making him stand out for her like he did the first time she’d seen him.

Taking out the film camera that was hidden in her bag just in case, she captured the moment, hoping it’d come out alright and good enough for her to put it into the box with all the others she’d been collecting over the past two years.

At the sound of the shutter going off, Damon turned to her with a slightly playful grin on his face. He hated the pictures others took, but hers, he loved them. He’d let her follow him with a whole film crew if it meant that he got so see the smile spreading across her face whenever looking at him or the video she took, the photos she gave him at every end of the year since they met in college and became close friends. At first it were mostly of the band at rehearsals, where she’d been invited to by him in particular, or at gigs, where Damon invited her as well to, but over time and as the friendship blossomed to something more than light banter and occasional flirting, the pictures of him became more too until they filled the whole album. He’d look at them on nights when he couldn’t sleep or was feeling lost for inspiration and read through the small notes or poems on the side of every page with a smile on his lips - he still did that - wishing that her words were only meant for him and no one else in the band, until they were.

And now she was his and he was hers just as much, a dream come true.

“What?” Y/n asked, looking at him with knitted eyebrows and an unsure look on her face, like she waited for the hour long speech about pictures once again.

“Nothing,” Damon simply shrugged, starting to tap his finger to the beat on the steering wheel and looking at the road ahead. “Your smile is just absolutely beautiful.”

The drive to their destination was an hour and a half, all in which they were talking or singing or sitting in silence, solely enjoying the other’s presence with them. Stopping the car, Damon looked from the little cottage he’d rented over to the girl in his passenger seat, asleep. He couldn’t just wake her now, could he? Deciding on the easiest way to get her into the warmth of the house, Damon went over to her side of the car and picked her up, carrying her inside.

Opening her eyes, Y/n was greeted by the fireplace burning in front of her, her body slumped against the cushion of the sofa and Damon nowhere in sight. Sitting up, she looked around the little space out of wood until her eyes landed on the figure standing in the kitchen, staring puzzled down between a small piece of paper and the pot boiling in front of him.

Not noticing his girlfriend waking up, Damon almost let out a scream as he felt a pair of arms wrapping themselves around his chest and a head nuzzling itself into his back, inhaling the scent of his shirt. Looking down at the hands clasped around his middle he smiled, recognizing the ring. The one, whose meaning the press weren’t wrong about.

“Hello, love. Slept well?” He asked, continuing to try and cook the pasta like it was scribbled down on the little paper by her mother.

“Yeah,” she answered, not moving.

“Hope you’re hungry.”

“If it tastes good,” she teased.

“My food always tastes good,” Damon argued back, looking over his shoulder to see her stifle against his back and shaking his head at her behavior.

“It’s not even that bad,” she complimented as she tried the first bite, her nodding in approval as she was still chewing.

“Thank you, chef,” he answered with the same attitude she had been talking with earlier.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about something,” Damon said into the middle of silence, blowing out the smoke of his cigarette, before handing it over to her.

“About what?”

No matter how much people might deny the fact that she was supportive of her boyfriend and complain about how little times she was seen at gigs or festivals, she truly cared about everything going on in his mind and how he chose to express it.

“A new band,” he answered, making her turn her head in his direction.

“What about blur? Don’t you wanna try and keep that up? I mean, you’re so popular.”

“I wanna try something new, you know?” She nodded in understanding, aware of the fact that he’d been trying out different styles for quite some time now. “Blur is good and all that, but I believe there’s more in my creativity than ‘Britpop’. Do you remember that guy Graham was obsessed with, Jamie Hewlett or some? He’s the comic artist and we’ve talked about music as such these days and all that. What do you think of a band made out of comic characters?”

“What?” The idea sounded absurd, unimaginable even. With all those people around that were catching on fame, all those real people everyone liked to talk about when life got too boring for them, how would a group of fictional characters fit in there? Though, the more she thought about it, the more it intrigued her. An real fictional band in a world so unreal. It made sense of some sorts.

“Tell me more.”

“We have some vague ideas as of now, nothing solid though.”

That’s how they spent the next few weeks, talking and brainstorming ideas, sometimes with Jamie on the phone. Falling asleep between scribbled notes or with an open song file lulling them to sleep. It wasn’t their ideal idea of a holiday activity, but at least they got to do something just for them for a little while. It would be available to the public in time, but at least now, nobody could ask them about it.

It was just theirs.

Their little world to hide away from reality in. The one they could run away together to.

[valkierrie]

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐚, 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

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Warning(s): Swearing.

Plot: Damon and Y/N get away to Iceland on a whim and share a private and intimate moment.

Word count: 1.8K

A/N: Hope the person who requested it likes it.

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The idea came out of nowhere—really.  

Damon came back from the studio, catching me in the middle of eating some left-over spaghetti from last night, watching some program on the television. 

“Hey,” Damon set his bag on the coffee table before settling beside me on the couch with a large plop and an exaggerated sigh. 

“Hi,” I laid a soft kiss on his cheek, tuning down the volume. “How was work?” 

“Work?” Damon rose a brow, slouching into the sofa with a teasing smirk. “You make it sound like a real job.” 

“It is, Blur’s no joke. Anyway, how was it?” 

“It was fine, the usual.” Damon chuckled. “Figured the day’s got better now that I’m with you.” 

“Charming bastard.” I giggled, hitting him softly against the chest. 

Another sigh escaped his lips—a softer one. “Been workin’ my arse off—it's worth it, but it’s exhaustin’.” 

Damon pulled me close, an arm wrapping around my shoulder. My plate rested on my lap as I leaned into his touch. “I’m sorry.” 

“Part of the job, innit?” Damon shrugged. “Can’t wait for you to hear the new track.” 

“I know it’ll be great, like always.” 

He was such a hard worker, really. Whenever there was a new album or track in the works, he was always ready to work it to perfection, which it always ends up being, even if he thought otherwise. 

Damon grinned, pressing a small and gentle kiss on my forehead. 

Damon turned his attention to the television, watching it with interest. “What’s on tonight?” 

“Nothing interesting, the commercials are more entertaining than whatever’s on. Like this.” I turned the volume of the telly. “It looks pretty cool, it’s in Iceland.” 

A masculine voice over spoke in the Icelandic language, luckily the caption was in English. 

“A getaway you won’t regret.”  It spoke. “An experience like no other with views truly out of this world.” 

Images flashed over the television. Images of mountains, the hotel, the steaming swimming area under the night light with Northern Nights. 

“What a beauty.” Damon whistled; his eyes were glued to the small screen. 

I nodded in agreeance.  

“Come to The Nature Lagoon for the experience of a lifetime.” With that final statement, the advert was reverted back to the program. 

It was a...strange idea, but it was one nonetheless, no?  

Wouldn’t it be nice to just get away for a bit, God knows my Job'd been hell this past week and I was certain the Albarn man could have used one too.  

My gaze turned towards Damon, giving him an innocent look. “Dames,” 

“Dames?” He rose a brow, crossing his arms. “You only call me ‘Dames’ when you want something.” 

“That’s not true.” I bated my eyelashes dramatically, slowly trailing a finger down his bicep. 

“Y/N, what do you want?” 

I frowned, rolling my eyes in annoyance. “Let’s go to Iceland.” 

“Are you serious?” He looked back at the TV, then back at me.  

I nodded with what he could only describe to be a cheeky smile. I felt like one of those kids who pestered their parents for toys on the television. “Would it be that crazy? You heard ‘em—it’ll be the ‘experience of a life time.’” 

That was the catapult that ended up with us on a plane to southern Iceland some two weeks later. It hadn’t taken much to convince Damon; Damon saying ‘no’ to me was about as rare as a blue moon. As much as he could pretend or say otherwise, I knew he needed this trip just as much as I did—if not more. 

Once we landed, I was caught off guard. For a place called ‘Iceland’, it was about as cold as England on a normal day.  

A cab driver Damon had managed to catch drove us to a small hotel towards Iceland’s countryside. I sat in the backseat with Damon, our hands were clasped together above our bags and belongings. His thumb stroked my knuckles gently, his eyes looking out of the window. My attention, however, had been taken by him. I found myself staring at him, unable to look away.  I didn’t know how he did it, it was almost effortless the way he managed to look so... 

His hair was tousled—as it so often was—and it gave way for his eyes, his lovely ocean eyes.  

God, he was beautiful.  

Damon, as if sensing my piercing gaze onto him, turned his head in my direction. “What?” 

“Nothing.”  

We arrived at the hotel shortly after. The building was modest and small, but that by no means took away from it’s elegance. It looked really fancy.  

Damon took the responsibility of booking us a room; while I stood, getting a nice look around of the interior. 

“Our room’s upstairs,” Damon announced, taking a few strides to approach me.  

I followed him up the stairs and into our room. The place was fancy, with a single bed. Damon flopped on the bed immediately, the jet-lag was in full effect.  

“You’re not going to unpack?” 

Damon shook his head. “No way. Too tired.” 

“Alright, you soft git. Get some sleep.” I climbed onto the bed, settling beside him and kissing his forehead. 

Unpacking could wait. 

— 

As soon as the sun came up, my eyes hadn’t even adjusted properly to the light before I was releasing myself from Damon’s grip around my waist and running to the restroom. 

“Someone’s eager.” Damon’s groggy voice called out. 

“You have no idea.” I retorted, slipping into the restroom.  

My shower was quick, no longer than five minutes. I wore a black bikini underneath a white dress with floral all over them. After shaking him for almost forever, I finally got Damon get up.  

“It’s six in the morning; don’t know why we’re goin’ so early.” Damon grumbled, grabbing his towel.  

“We’re going early so we aren’t crowded by hoards of people.” I pushed Damon towards the bathroom.  

Damon went with a white shirt and black swim trucks.  

“Oh, cute. We’re matching.” I grinned.  

“I guess we are.” Damon smiled, kissing the tip of my nose. 

We hailed another cab, that drove us to The Nature Lagoon. If the hotel was The Ritz, then this place was definitely Buckingham Palace—well, maybe not, but close enough.  

After checking in with the receptionist, Damon and I were headed to the locker rooms—separately, obviously.  The women’s locker room was far to brightly lit this early in the morning, took me a little while to get adjusted to the lights.  

I lifted the dress above my head, folding it neatly inside an empty locker, placing my trainers inside as well. Grabbing a towel before I left, Damon was already outside, shirtless. To be fair, he didn’t really need to do much in the locker room. It took every iota in me not to ogle. 

 There were five separate pools within the lagoon, each ranging in sizes. Some had a significant amount of people in its waters, while others were empty.  

Damon and I gravitated towards the one devoid of people. Unlike the other pools, the one we had chosen was opened to the landscape, giving way for an unintercepted view of the mountains that surrounded the countryside. It was breathtakingly lovely in a way that was indescribable.  

Steam rose from the water's surface curling above it, turning to soft, ghostly swirls at it’s interaction with the cold air.  

Damon stepped inside the water first, moving around slowly in the water until it reached his waist. He turned to me, holding out his hand to help me inside. “Come in, it’s nice.” 

I took his hand, my fingers slipping into his as I stepped in. The juxtaposing was felt immediately. The water’s heat engulfed my body, a mighty opposition to the cool air that was felt against my face. A sigh of satisfaction left my lips as I slowly sank into the water. 

Damon and I swam around. For a minute, we just floated, letting us really feel the water. Suddenly, without a warning, chucked a handful of water in my direction.  

“Hey!” I laughed, moving my wet hair away from my face.  

“What? It’s just a little bit of water.” 

“Just a bit of water, uh? Let’s how you like it.” I swished my hand through the water, splashing a small wave of water back towards him. 

Laughter was all around as Damon and I continued to splash each other like the mentally aged seven years olds we truly were. When the laughter died down, we floated in the warm water, our hands finding each, like they always did.  

“I’m glad we’re here. You and me.” 

“I feel the same way.” I smiled.  

I gazed up at the sky, hues of pink and orange decorated it, it was a moment I couldn’t put into words. 

Damon and I floated towards the edge of the pool, which was big enough to sit on. I lifted myself off of the water and sat on it, keeping my feet wet. Damon stayed inside, placing his arms on the ledge and resting his chin on it.  

“I could sing you a love song right now.” 

“Oh yeah? If you sing Girls and Boys, I’m shoving you under.” I smirked. 

Damon playfully narrowed his eyes at me. “I wasn’t going to sing Girls and Boys.” 

“Alright then, go ahead.” 

Damon began singing some ditzy and obscure ballad that I'd never heard of with a key that I was certain didn’t go with the song. 

A soft giggle escaped my lips. 

“Let’s play something.” 

I cocked my head to the side. 

“Hide and seek.” 

“Hide and seek?” I rose a brow, gesturing around. “How exactly are we supposed to do that?” 

“Right.” He blinked. “Tag?” 

“Okay,” I smirked, shoving his head into the water. “You’re it.” 

I jumped into the water, swimming as fast as I could. Damon lurked steadily behind me, trying to catch me. I swam towards a small waterfall formed by two semi-large rocks. When I reached the waterfall and tried to go through it, Damon caught me by the torso, pulling me up.  

“Gotcha!” 

I giggled as I attempted to wriggled free out of his grasp. “Let go.” 

“No way.” 

We stayed like that for a few seconds before Damon finally set me down. Our laughter quickly settled. My hands rested on his shoulders while his were on my waist, below the water. 

His gaze locked onto mine intensely, the world around us felt like nothingness and unimportance.  

Damon sighed—a soft sigh—running hand through his moppy, wet hair. “Feels like I’m always rushing.” He murmured; his thumb tracing circled on my upper pelvis. “Can’t remember the last time I slowed down, properly, like this. You make it so simple; you make everything simple.” 

My chest was tight, my heart was accelerating, warmth coursing all throughout my body, which the water had nothing to do with. “I’ll always keep making it easy for you.” 

“That’s why I love you.” He grinned, pulling my face close and kissing me.  

The kiss was slow and deliberate, our warm breaths mingling with the cold up above. It made me shiver—not from the cold, but because of him, he was killing me softly. 

[lgwifey]

THE LITTLE SISTER

noel gallagher x sister!reader

liam gallagher x sister!reader

damon albarn x fem!reader

Summary : Even after her childhood doesn't treat her the best, Y/n somehow finds herself being chatted up by one of the most sought after guys in the country.

Warning : not proof read x

MASTERLIST

1983

The ponytail wearing seven year old girl faultered her conversation, a very important one with y/f/n about the new My Little Pony dolls they'd both seen on tele over the weekend. She slowly turned around without any attitude change, her ear and cheek stinging with a large outline. Y/n expected someone to have kicked a football at her by accident, but when she turned around she was met with the ebony haired, blie eyed boy who she hated. Her arch-nemisis, Eric.

A snide smirk was plastered on the boy's face, his little gang arms crossed and laughing behind him.

Her eye's darkened, smile dropping at the sides and a hard glare, which her brothers had taught her unintentionally, fell on her face.

Y/n slouch on the uncomfortable, blue, plastic chairs which rowed outside of the headteacher's office like a prison line up. Her arms where crossed, the blue jumper crinkleing.

She hated her uniforms, it was her brother's old one seeing how they didn't have the money to buy a whole new set. Worn out grey trousers, white polo tshirt and the school's blue jumper. She fitted in perfectly with the rest of the lads in the class whilst all the girls wore sundresses and cardigans and skirt with white knee high, bowed socks.

Across from her sat Eric, fiddling with his thumbs in the slightly baggy jumper that fell over his fingers from pulling at it. Also supporting a scatter of scratches, like he'd been attacked by a kitten. His eyes looked up in fear, immediatly looking down with a wimper when he met y/n's scowl.

The two both looked up in surprise when the reception's door clicked open and three figures walked in. Two adults and a teenager. As the new group appeared, so did the headmaster of the primary school.

Everyone was lead through the light oak and to a seat, five chair spead out infront of the office desk. Cabinets behind it heald the school's pathetic achievements, sports day trophees against other schools in the county and certificates off of the local cathedral for multiple fundraisers.

Y/n turned to Noel as to ask him why he was here instead of their mum, but she was just twisted back forwards in her chair by him so she was facing the grumpy elderly man wearing a sharp suit.

"So as you know, we had an incident on the playground today."

He turned and gave a pointed look to both Eric and y/n,

"Didn't we ?"

The two children lowered their heads, pouts being drawn out. Y/n and Noel both knew who would be blamed no matter who actually started it. It was a battle between the family with good paying and respective jobs or the kids from the coucil estate in a split family. Oh wonders of who would get bugged about it (!)

"I'm sure it's all just a misunderstanding Mr Duffy."

Noel gave an awkward smile, pitting a hand on y/n's shoulder, she looked up and pulled on her best 'please pity me' face which Liam taught her to do so they'd get extra chips for free. Unfortunatly it didn't work.

"Mr Gallagher, where is your mother ? We did ask for Y/n's parent or guardian to be here."

"She's at work."

A scoff came from the other side of the room where a luxeriously coated womam sat. He aimed a glare at her and the conversation carried on with the sixteen year old trying to defend his sister.

Life carried on like that for what seemed like forever.

Every time someone would strike up a fight, y/n found herself in the middle of it and thus so did the teachers.

Highschool was probably the worst, everyday it became a more difficult challenge.

Y/n was usual busy herself with covering up the handful of bruises up with concealer, she would never wear much makeup if it wasn't for the injuries she owned. Her brothers never fought her, she was too young, and a girl, so their mum would've killed them.

The only brother who was still at school with her was Liam, well at least he was for the first two years of highschool, then he left.

When she left at sixteen and started work straight away, she didn't see a need for college or sixth form, she'd probably just end up working a rubbish job in Burnage anyways. Life carried on in the same boring routine life that for the next four years, working at the local record shop on a slowly increasing wage for eleven hours, four days a week, fourty seven weeks a year. She stayed living with her mum, like she could afford her own place, whilst her brothers all moved out. First Noel went and became a roadie, then he came back and Paul left and soon Liam and Noel left to tour Oasis. So it was just her, in the once loud house, by herself. Her mum worked shifts so they where barely ever in at the same time which just added to the lonely feeling of the house.

02 : 09

The pink digital clock made her blink hard. There shouldn't be a logical reason for her to be awake at the moment seeing how she hadn't been awake past half one since she was like ... seventeen ? Anyways, she had just heard the door downstairs open, the one between the kitchen and the dining room which squeels like a piglet when you move it. After it made noise she heard a curse aimed at it, someone eho wasn't her mum was in the house with her.

Y/n silently slipped out of her bed, being sure not to step on the floorboard just next to her bed seeing how it made a volcanically loud noise whrnever she did. Her hand caught the cricket bat which rested against her wardrobe. Her room wasn't big in any way so she could reach it without moving too far from her bed. The white foam surrounding the handle sat comfortably in her hand as she make her way down the stairs, expertly directing past the squeeks and creeks. She snuck down the hall, through all of the half opened doorways and to the livingroom at the front of the house. She krept the door parctially open.

Two figures !

Wait no, three ?

No two, definatly two.

"Stay where y' are !"

A scream left one of the figures as the twenty year old pounced into the room with her bat swinging, she never played cricket before so she wasn't too sure what to do with it. The light flipped on beside her and she stopped.

"Oh, hi ?"

"Hi ?! Hi ?! Are you looney Y/n ?!"

Noel jumped off of his seat, leaving Liam who had jumped behind the couch. He rushed over to his little sister, ripping the weapon out of her hands and throwing it over onto the arm chair.

"You nearly took our heads off with that !"

"I thought yous two where burglers ! Why didn't you call before hand ?"

Liam's head popped out, finally moving back to the couch.

"We called mam ! Anyways, didn't think our baby sister kept a bat with 'er at all times !"

"Baby ! I'm twenty you pillock !"

"Still a baby."

"You're only three years older, Noel tell 'im."

"Anyways yous two !"

The older brother dragged the two apart before they attacked each other like a pair of pack dogs.

"Look Y/n, put the fuckin' bat away yeah and of to bed. You better get some sleep, got a big day tomorrow. "

Y/n's eyebrows pulled at Noel's words. What was happening tomorrow ? He must've guessed that she was confused by her facial expression.

"Y'know, the Brits."

She furthered her confused looks.

"Mam said she'd tell yer."

"I barely see mam, nevermind talking to 'er. Anyways, i've got work tomorrow. Mr Sifter'll have me head if I don't turn up."

"Mr Sifter wou'n't do nought to yer, poor dude couldn't live without yer crappy help 'round that shop.."

Liam gave a scoff,

"Plus we need to be in London by 5:45 so you have enough time to get ready like."

"We need to leave at 12 to account for traffic and station breaks so you need to go off to bed now."

Noel gave an enlonged explaination that truefully wasn't needed, before pushing her up the stairs and into the white room.

"Nighty night."

Y/n gave a sarcastic smile at his words, flipping him off as he closed the door.

Wait.

"Noel ! I don't have a dress !"

Y/f/c satin fell over the twenty year old's body, the fabric curving at the perfect places. Y/n stood awkwardly at the bar in Alexandra Palace in the halter-neck dress with two splits dancing up to her hips. She'd been ordered requested by her brothers and their band mates to go and get the selection of drinks they waited whilst they waited to see if they could laugh victoriously over Blur for the Single of the Year award. They'd already been beat for the first catagory they where nominated for, by Blur, and truthfully y/n needed to leave the table so she could finally laugh at her older brothers' faces when they found out Definitely Maybe hadn't won.

A round of applause made her spin around from the bar where a man was busy making the dozens of drinks she'd just ordered. She hadn't heard who had won but caught eyes with Damon Albarn on stage so knew it was Blur.

"Your boys aren't going to be happy."

She gave a laugh at the bartender's comment as he put two pints of Guiness on the tray.

" 'igh yep, and i'm the one who has to deal with the pair after all this. Gonna be dealing with Li's hissy fits for months now."

Her head looked back to the stage only to find the radio host back at the podium and the blond singer back at his table. Her eyes looked around, trying to find Blur's table amungst everyone elses, she would be lieing if she said he wasn't attractive and she honestly couldn't care less what her brothers thought, they hadn't been a big part of her life in a good four years. A evil thought ran back through her mind as she finally carried the full tray over to Oasis.

Why would she turn his head ? She's just a kid from Manchester with no hopes for her future other than working at the music store she'd been at since she was seventeen.

"Y/n, we're missing half the drinks."

"Oh right, sorry one sec."

Her wandering mind had ruined the boys drinks, forgetting the second half of the order at the bar. She pushed back her seat and strutted her way back over to the sticky substanced counter, strutting was the only way for her to walk in these heels the boys' management had bought her to wear.

"Hi sorry, I forgot the second lot."

"Yeah, thought you'd come back for them. They're just in the back, didn't want anyone to slip something into them whilst you where gone. I'll just be a moment."

The man from before left through the arched doorway to where y/n assused 'the back' was located.

"Hi."

Y/h/c swished gently as y/n moved to see who had spoken.

"You look a bit lost."

"Aye, just in my own head."

She gave an awkward smile, a small pause taking place before the 'stranger' spoke again.

"I'm Damon, I, urgh, I saw you from the stage. Thought you looked nice and that i'd come say hi."

She gave a small, genuine smile to him, leaning against the bar some more and wishing for the bartender to loose his bearing for a while so she could stay looking into those deep, oceanic eyes.

"Yeah I saw you too."

OMG WHAT WAS THAT ! Earth, feel free to just collapse right now.

"Well I mean like, obviously I saw you but like. Urgh yeah like... yeah. "

He gave a staggered laugh at her stuttering.

"You say 'like' alot."

"S' kinda our thing up North. We say like alot."

She nodded her head and pursed her lips, causing Damon to laugh some more and rub the back of his neck, his jacket sleeve riding up to reveal his forearm.

Arm- GOD Y/N GET YOURSELF TOGETHER !

"So are you here with anyone, I haven't seen you in the papers or anything recently ?"

He gestured for her name.

"Oh i'm y/n, and im just here with my,"

She thought for a moment, a rare occation. He didn't like her brother but he didn't know she was related to them yet. She liked him and so far he probably liked her so,

"my friends, we're sat upstairs."

"Well, if your friends don't mind, maybe you'd like to sit with me, and the band of course. But mainly me."

He leant aginst the bar, their faces moving closer togther as he talked.

Y/n's eyes flickered up and down, from his endelvering eyes and parted lips. Mouth moving slowly and with hushed worda coming out of it and-

"Here's your tray lass."

The two broke apart slightly, Damon still basically ontop of the girl, their arms touching as they both leant against the bar.

Y/n tilted her head, basically glaring at the poor bartender who was resting the drinks tray on his arm.

"Thanks."

She muttered through gritted teeth as he handed over the tray to her, forcing her to part from Damon.

She swiftly turned back to look up at the blonde, fluttering her eyelasges and biting her bottom lip slightly.

"I've just got to take these back to my friends, but if the offer's still open i'd love to join."

He nodded his head hurriedly, eyes wondering as she swiped past him with the tray, she felt a sudden bucket of confidence pour over her body.

"I'll be here in like 5 minutes yeah, you can walk me there ?"

" 'course."

She gave a heartmelting smile before strutting back off over to her brothers through the masses of tables.

What she hadn't put into account is that Blur still had a few awards they where nominated for and that a camera picks up footage on the nominees tables each award to stream.

[cqterpillar]

hii could you write summt about (fem) reader x damon <33 maybe like damon comforting them when their having a hard time xx

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐀𝐋

femalereader x damon albarn

genre(s) ꩜ a little angst to fluff

warning(s) ꩜ mild language

a/n ꩜ tysm for requesting, i loved this request :]

summary ꩜ college life becomes too much for y/n and she accidentally forgets her date with damon while dreading an upcoming assignment.

your college demanded so much of you. papers were due almost every day, your roommate was a pain in the ass, and it had been so long since you sat down to some home cooked meal. to top it all of, your parents were the ones who forced you to go and enroll in a major you didn’t even like!

the end goal of the week was to get in a huge essay on the benefits of creative writing with about a thousand words due, but you had no motivation to write anymore. it felt like all you were doing was writing. a paper here, an evaluative paragraph there, and you were spending your free time practicing more of your writing since the professor you had was practically beating the crap out of you mentally.

you were busy writing that thousand word essay, hoping that for once in your life, your teacher would actually give this paper a b grade at least since you were eager to ditch the feeling of being accustomed to c’s and d’s.

while caught up in penning the draft, you forgot about today’s special occasion - the one year anniversary of you and your boyfriend, damon, finally going on a first date after being iffy of if the other party liked you back. when your phone rang, you sighed, upset that a call would interrupt your thoughts.

you flipped it open and spoke into it with a dash of annoyance, “hello?”

“y/n? it’s me, damon. where are you, love?”

your heart practically stopped.

you forgot.

“honey, i am so sorry. i lost track of time. can we still catch that movie? i really want to go on that date with you!”

when damon talked, it seemed like you could hear his smile. he sounded so patience with you, and to be honest, he always was. “it’s no big deal then. why don’t you just come over to my flat to watch a movie? the one at the theater is already closed now.”

you figured, eh, why not, and threw away the crumpled up essay you had crushed between your hands. it was rubbish anyways. at least, this professor of yours would’ve called it that, you assumed.

but you still couldn’t ignore the fact that you were flunking college when you had actually done decently in high school. and when you arrived at damon’s door, your troubles seemed etched onto your face. your heart was plagued of guilt and failure.

“y/n?”

“you don’t know how happy i am to see you.”

“are you sure you’re happy? your eyes are, um, you look like you’re about to cry.”

your boyfriend was right. you felt upset, yes, but you didn’t even notice your eyes becoming glossier. it was embarrassing. your bottom lip quivered, continuing to think about the paper of yours and how you had managed to put an essay above damon.

“no, no! don’t cry! come inside and tell me what’s wrong, alright love?” damon said as he ushered you in and sat you down on the sofa in his tiny little living room.

he curled you up in a blanket and told you that you didn’t have to tell him anything if you didn’t want to, but you reasoned with damon that that was silly. you really did want to get your feelings off your chest. after all, you didn’t open up to anyone about your time at college yet.

“it’s just… they demand so much of me. my college. i wish i could quit but i feel like everyone expects me to graduate and succeed, y’know? i don’t want to constantly be writing over and over again and be told the same critiques that aren’t even useful!”

damon nodded, wrapping you in a tight embrace. you wept a bit, but he didn’t mind. he just continued to hold you.

he let out that cute laugh of his that brought a smile to your face before saying, “you’re succeeding, love. trust me. just because you’re not doing well academically doesn’t mean you’re not the best, right? when people come over to me after i hug you on a show night, they laugh and go ‘albarn, who’s she?’, and i have the pleasure of calling you my girlfriend. not to mention, you had better teachers at high school to help you instead of that posh professor of yours.”

and that made you cry a bit more as he began tearing up with you.

“i’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

[a-very-bored-blogger]

About me and MASTERLIST!!

Hi! I'm Thea! Currently 18, I write fanfiction for all sorts of things. I love football, COD and anything related to Britpop. I'm honestly a bit kinky, so minors need to fuck off from my blog for sure. I'm a hopeless romantic, and I like cats. I reblog anything I find interesting and I write.... ocasionally.

I support Newcastle United, and have only recently gotten into football. I'm often swamped with academics, and if anyone seems to have any similar fandoms or just wanna chat, send me a DM because I'm always looking for new friends :)

Football RPF:

Overworked! (Neymar x Fem!Reader):

https://a-very-bored-blogger.tumblr.com/post/706925628401827840/overworked-neymar-x-femreader

Bittersweet Romance (Cho Gue Sung X Fem! Reader Part 1):

 https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/707296245341929472/summary-cho-and-yn-have-been-childhood-friends?source=share

Fruit’s Basket:

What One Doesn’t Expects (Yuki Sohma x Fem! Reader:)

https://a-very-bored-blogger.tumblr.com/post/653569330006687744/what-one-does-not-expect-yuki-sohma-x-fem

Overwatch:

Sengoku Jidai (Hanzo x Fem! Reader):

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/661322551456333824/%F0%9D%93%88%F0%9D%91%92%F0%9D%93%83%F0%9D%91%94%F0%9D%91%9C%F0%9D%93%80%F0%9D%93%8A-%F0%9D%92%BF%F0%9D%92%BE%F0%9D%92%B9%F0%9D%92%B6%F0%9D%92%BE-%F0%9D%92%BD%F0%9D%92%B6%F0%9D%93%83%F0%9D%93%8F%F0%9D%91%9C-%F0%9D%93%8D-%F0%9D%93%87%F0%9D%91%92%F0%9D%92%B6%F0%9D%92%B9%F0%9D%91%92%F0%9D%93%87

Hanzo X Gender Neutral reader headcanons:

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/707201178709229568/hi-i-saw-that-your-requests-were-open-and-was

Damon Albarn X Fem Reader (SMUT)

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/718338642334089216/feverish-damon-albarn-x-fem-reader-smut?source=share

John 'Price x Slasher!Fem Reader (smut)

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/733033371358429184/%CA%8F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%9C-%E1%B4%84%E1%B4%80%C9%B4-%E1%B4%85%E1%B4%8F-%CA%99%E1%B4%87%E1%B4%9B%E1%B4%9B%E1%B4%87%CA%80-%E1%B4%9B%CA%9C%E1%B4%80%C9%B4-%E1%B4%9B%CA%9C%E1%B4%80%E1%B4%9B

Soap Mactavish X Reader

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/737583974823673856/loved-pairing-johnny-soap-mactavish-x

DDLC! CALL Of Duty:

Prologue:

https://a-very-bored-blogger.tumblr.com/post/733340659955728384/%F0%9D%98%BE%F0%9D%99%9D%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%A8%F0%9D%99%9A-%F0%9D%99%AE%F0%9D%99%A4%F0%9D%99%AA%F0%9D%99%A7-%F0%9D%98%BE%F0%9D%99%9D%F0%9D%99%96%F0%9D%99%A7%F0%9D%99%96%F0%9D%99%98%F0%9D%99%A9%F0%9D%99%9A%F0%9D%99%A7

Part 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/a-very-bored-blogger/737772000970489856/%E1%B4%B4%E1%B5%89%CB%A1%E1%B5%96-%E1%B4%B5%E1%B5%9B%E1%B5%89-%E1%B4%AC%E1%B6%9C%E1%B6%9C%E2%81%B1%E1%B5%88%E1%B5%89%E2%81%BF%E1%B5%97%E1%B5%83%CB%A1%CB%A1%CA%B8-%E1%B4%B6%E1%B5%92%E2%81%B1%E2%81%BF%E1%B5%89%E1%B5%88-%E1%B5%83-%E1%B5%80%E1%B5%83%CB%A2%E1%B5%8F%E1%B6%A0%E1%B5%92%CA%B3%E1%B6%9C%E1%B5%89-%F0%9D%97%94