#Damon albarn fanfiction

[kikintulips]

YOUR MIND IS NOT YOUR FRIEND by tescodisc0 on Wattpad

Even though the guy annoyed me, I would replay this small talk over and over, to think if I said any more embarrassing things. I was someone who would do that at every conversation, but when you talk to someone famous, it's just something else. Because it's just my luck that in the whole of Greater London where I could have lived, I get to live next door to Damon Albarn.

[putmeinmoviebaby]

I know it's not Christmas yet, but I had that on my mind, so let’s pretend it is. ⛄

I love the atmosphere of Christmas: the cold wind, the snow, and sleeping with the sound of rain.

But the best thing is being able to spend this holiday with my boyfriend. Just the two of us at home, lots of gingerbread cookies, rewatching Home Alone and While You Were Sleeping. It's simply everything I could ask for.

“Darling, do you need help finishing the cookies?” I hear Damon's voice calling from the living room.

“No, baby, I’ve already put them all in the oven; Now we just have to wait for them to bake”, I reply, walking towards the living room.

When I get there, I see him lying on the couch with his blonde hair messy, wearing a sweatshirt and a blanket next to him.

“Come here, baby, lay with me,” he says, patting the space next to him. I don't hesitate and quickly snuggle up next to him.

I laid my body against his chest, which made him let out a soft laugh in my ear. I sit up and look at his face. "What?"

“You look like a teddy bear, all wrapped up in me like that.” Hearing your words makes me laugh.

“You’re hot and it’s cold outside. Add that to the chance to be close to you,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist and squeezing him lightly.

He laughs again and puts his arms around my shoulders, holding me close.

Lying on Damon’s chest, watching TV, my mind drifted away, focused solely on the gift I had made for him. I had spent weeks gathering all our photos from the day we met and had crafted a handmade necklace.

It was made of small colored stones, something simple but with a deep meaning. I wanted him to remember us and every moment we had shared together every time he looked at the necklace.

Giving a gift to Damon was never easy. He already had everything and more. I didn’t want to give him something expensive because that wouldn’t hold the same emotional value. I wanted it to be special.

“Darling, I want to give you your Christmas present now, beforehand,” I said, turning my head to face him.

Anxiety and nervousness overwhelmed me. The last thing I wanted was for him to be disappointed with the gift.

He looked at me, surprised, but soon a gentle smile appeared on his face.

“Are you sure? I thought you wanted to wait for Missy so we could open all the presents together.”

“Yes, but I want to give you yours now,” I said, a hint of nervousness in my voice.

I headed to our bedroom, searching for the wrapped gift. Spotting it, I carefully picked it up and took a deep breath before returning to the living room, where Damon was sitting, now with a curious look.

On his face, I saw a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. His blue eyes, always bright, seemed even more intense in the soft light of the room. The Christmas tree beside us twinkled with little colored lights, reflecting in the windows, and the smell of freshly baked gingerbread cookies still filled the air.

I approached slowly, my heart beating a little faster than usual. “Here it is,” I said, extending the gift to him. “I wasn’t sure what to get you, so I decided to make something with my own hands.”

Damon took the wrapped gift, hesitating for a moment. He looked at me with that sideways smile I loved so much. “You made something for me?” His voice was filled with surprise and tenderness.

I sat next to him, watching as his fingers carefully untied the ribbon. My stomach was a knot of nerves; would he understand what this gift really meant to me?

When he finally opened the package, Damon’s eyes widened at the sight of the necklace. The small colored stones sparkled under the tree lights, and his smile grew wider. He picked up the necklace delicately, as if it were the most precious thing.

“I… gathered some of our photos and chose the colors of the stones based on the moments we’ve shared together,” I explained, my voice slightly hesitant. “I wanted you to remember each of those moments whenever you looked at it.”

Damon fell silent for a few seconds, just looking at the necklace, and then back at me. His eyes were filled with emotion. “This is… amazing. You always know how to surprise me.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss me, and it was a passionate kiss.

His lips pressed against mine with such tenderness, his hands cupping my face and pulling me closer.

His eyes were now fixed on mine, his face holding a huge smile.

Whispering in my ear, I heard him say, “This is the most special gift I’ve ever received.”

Those words warmed my heart even more. Damon’s smile lit up the room, and for a moment, everything around us seemed to fade away. We were wrapped in a world of our own, where the joy of Christmas filled the air.

“I made it with all my love,” I replied, still savoring the feeling of the kiss we shared. He held the necklace between his fingers, admiring the colors that sparkled under the tree lights.

“Can I put it on now?” he asked, and I nodded, eager to see how it would look. He slipped the necklace around his neck and turned to me, his eyes shining so brightly that I couldn’t look away.

“It’s perfect,” he said, the emotion evident in his voice. “I feel like each stone carries a piece of our story.”

“Exactly,” I confirmed, my heart overflowing with joy. “Every moment we’ve shared is special to me.”

Damon pulled me even closer, and we snuggled under the blanket, losing track of time. The smell of gingerbread cookies filled the air, bringing a nostalgic feeling. Soon, the notes of Home Alone began to play, creating a perfect backdrop. The feeling of being there together, wrapped in silent affection, made everything even more magical.

As we watched the movie, I couldn’t help but think about how many more memories we would create together. Christmas had never felt so magical. In that moment, I realized that the true essence of the holiday lay in the connections we form and the stories we build side by side.

“Merry Christmas, my love,” I whispered, looking into his eyes.

“Merry Christmas,” he replied, pulling me even tighter in his arms. In that warmth, amidst laughter and memories, we knew this would be a Christmas to hold in our hearts.

The End

[yuko27]

Why are you so obsessed with me?

I don't usually draw real person fanart, but after seeing all these 1996 charity football match TikTok videos I couldn't resist.

Blame TikTok for everything! 😐

The scene with the beads was directly inspired by buddyonacloud 'Just For Kicks'.

[killersfool]

heyyyy can ppl send me oneshot requests!!! i've been reading through old ones and none have really sparked a good idea so if it's detailed and a bit different or specific it will deffo inspire me more. i'll write anything of inhaler boys/blur(graham or damon or gramon)/derek shepherd or patrick dempsey himself/evan peters(any ahs character of his)/patrick zweig/bridgerton guys/jesse pinkman/paul mescal/pedro pascal/dev patel/the walking dead(rick grimes, negan, daryl)/gilbert blythe/jacob slater/carmy berzatto/richie jerimovich/sydcarmy/leo woodall(dexter mayhew)/mandalorian/ cassian andor/mr darcy/marauders (sirius, wolfstar, james potter, regulus, remus)

sorry for the fat list i love so many shows and people

[cherriesonaversatile]

England's Not Breathing. Chapter 8.

I was losing count of how up and down my life was going and I even wondered if I would collapse by just passing a church. I felt that I would bleed out my own sins, since Christ didn’t like me anyway.

I would walk at night, smoking, jumping through fences of richer homes just to sit in their lavish gardens, smoke cigarettes and observe London gaining slow days through chipped painted windows. London was engraved in my head, but it felt fleeting. We’d all revolt, we’d riot and then it would all die down and what would we have left?

I thought of Richey Edwards complaining about London and the UK. I thought of him saying how ridiculous it was that people were patriotic, erasing history and how everything was the fall of everything. I walked past some younger lad strumming his guitar with a few drunkards humming to Creep by Radiohead. I didn’t feel like I was seeing anything out of the ordinary, but brushing against my reality rather. 

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[unearthmyburiedheart]

"I Want This So Much"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[trucoopernation]

﹒*DAMON’S INTRO*︵★☆

★ 𖦹°‧ ᯓ ⟡ ★ 𖦹°‧ ᯓ ⟡ ★ 𖦹°‧ ᯓ ⟡

hi!! my name is damon and im a writer

and im gonna be writing about stuff ig?

idk how to make intros help..

★ 𖦹°‧ ᯓ ⟡ ★ 𖦹°‧ ᯓ ⟡ ★ 𖦹°‧ ᯓ ⟡

i will mostly write about twin peaks, specifically

dale cooper and the ship trucoop but i may also

write about other interests (possibly damon albarn)

★ 𖦹°‧ ᯓ ⟡ ★ 𖦹°‧ ᯓ ⟡ ★ 𖦹°‧ ᯓ ⟡

feel free to submit requests, it’s not guaranteed i

will do every request i get but i probably will tbf.

i’ll do most things (smut, comfort, angst, fluff etc.)

but im not comfortable writing about r*pe (maybe

light r*pe comfort if i get a really good request.)

[bugmans]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Blur (Band), Oasis (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Damon Albarn/Liam Gallagher (Oasis) Characters: Liam Gallagher (Oasis), Damon Albarn Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, cuz i don't know how to write smut, sorry :/ - Freeform Series: Part 1 of Overbetting Summary:

Damon and Liam make a bet.

[philcollinsenjoyer]

they're writing fanfiction under damon albarn interviews

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

What's your favourite piece of propaganda you've received so far

Hmm, tough choice!

Maybe it's the anonymous Radiohead Tomodachi series that resulted in me gaining several dozen followers even though I wasn't the one who made them.

Maybe it's the brief and concise "peggable" that resulted in a completely serious week-long discourse.

Maybe it's the Damon Albarn/Liam Gallagher fanfiction I received during the submission phase.

Or maybe, if we're counting the album tournament, then it's gotta be the "Pearl Jam should win because their bassist is Jeff Ament and you can't spell 'tournament' without 'Ament'" (a piece of propaganda that will inevitably resurface once Jeff's poll is here)

I don't know, there are too many to pick from and you are all geniuses!

[kidnamedfinger]

kidnamedfinger top 5 old man yaoi moments any medium

5. monster by red velvet - irene and seulgi

4. the johnlock conspiracy

3. when kyungsoo and suho turn to look at each other in the what is love mv

2. alex turner singing to a bald man on a boat during humbug era but unfortunately i lost the video and my youtube search history is just full of "alex turner bald on a boat"

1. the graham coxon/damon albarn fanfiction i wrote under emotional duress in high school, now lost to the sands of time

[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

[cherriesonaversatile]

England's Not Breathing - Chapter 7

I missed my family. I had been calling every once in a while, they would always stay at home around the time I would call on Mondays. I spent the rest of the weekends drinking and I didn’t want to talk to them drunk, leaning on the walls of the red phonebooth, peeling the stickers of the hookers off or reading whatever services they provided.

READ MORE ON AO3

[sweetfawnsposts]

YALL THE FANFIC DATE IS GETTING DELAYED TO TOMORROW BUT HERES SOME THINGS I DO FOR FANFICTION!!

Fanfic types!

Nsfw- yes but not rough nsfw :)

Fluff- DEFINITELY!! IF YOU GUYS DONT KNOW I LOVE FLUFF FANFICS!!!!

Angst- yep!!

People I’ll only write about in fanfics!

Kieran culkin

Macaulay culkin

Ryan gosling

Devon sawa

Thom yorke

Damon albarn

Graham coxon

Criteria for requests :) (requests start in may, I probably won’t do a lot of requests)

No l0licon, sh0tacon, big age gap d d l g, r4pe, SA.

No rough smut. But gentle smut is perfectly fine.

THATS ALL FOR NOW!!

[holdoncallfailed]

speaking of mclennon my friend and i watched the hours and times (aka the film that alleges that brian epstein and john lennon had a brief sexual dalliance while in barcelona in 1963) and it like. wasn't terrible? ian hart is lovely but he sounded so much like ringo rather than john which was hard to get past. i actually thought the photography was quite nice and i liked the sort of stage play approach to the dialogue. however i still can't believe that this movie got made at all. i guess anything's fair game once the people involved are dead....so i just have to wait until someone assassinates damon albarn before i make my blur fanfiction speculative history film

[damonfuckingalbarn]

“I cry too” - 90s Damon X Reader

Pairing- 90s (though it could be any era) Damon x reader

Words- 524

Warnings- No warnings, just cute stuff and a couple of swears

This is super short I know, but it’s also the first thing I’ve written in months so I thought I’d post it to see if I’ve still got it. Enjoy!

“It’s going to be okay, you know?” You briefly looked up at your boyfriend, his concerned blue eyes meeting yours, before you dropped your gaze back down to your lap, humming absentmindedly at his words.

“You’re anxious” He almost declared, you looked up at him and shook your head, trying to disagree with what he was saying “You’re playing with your sleeves, you hide your hands in them when you’re worried”

You immediately pulled your hands out of your sleeves, like a child who’d been caught doing something they shouldn’t. Damon moved across the bed so that he was sat next to you, your knees touching as he reached across to engulf your hands in his.

“Talk to me darling” He said quietly, you could feel his eyes on you but you kept your gaze down, you knew if anything could make you crumble it would be the concerned look on his face.

You shook your head, inhaling deeply before looking up at him with a forced smile on your face.

“I’m fine Dames” You stuttered out, a part of you wasn’t sure why you were bothering, you knew he could see straight through your lies “Honestly”

“Hm, you see darling I just really don’t believe you” He mused, a small smile on his lips as his thumbs started rubbing circles on the backs of your hands.

You nodded your head again, not having it in you to disagree, or even agree with him. He reached across to you, placed his hands firmly under your arms, before picking you up and moving you across so that you were practically sat on his lap. You reached your head back so that it was resting on his shoulder, closing your eyes as you let a wave of comfort rush over you as he wrapped his arms around your body.

“You don’t have to be brave with me” He whispered softly in your ear, you nodded your head but you knew that was all it was going to take for your exterior to crumble as a set of tears started to fall from your eyes.

“There we go” He whispered, his thumbs wiping away the tears from your face, though he couldn’t quite keep up with the speed at which they were falling “There’s no shame in crying, you know?”

“But there is Damon” You choked out, your words far harsher than you had intended “You never cry, definitely not like I do”

“I’ve also not been through half the shit you have” He retorted far too quickly, almost as though you’d had this conversation in another universe “And I cry too, you know I do”

“Not as much as I do” You mumbled, your fingers aimlessly playing with his hands, anything to try and keep your mind off of those thoughts going around your head.

“No, but we’re all different, we all work differently” He spoke softly this time, his fingertips wriggling out of your grasp before being placed at the bottom of your chin, guiding your face to look at his, no more avoiding his eyes

“And that’s what makes you so special to me”