#britpop smut

[slowthunders]

hola i have a question! ⚡

might probably try to write stuff that is mostly smut for all the following people/concepts, like one-shots or something

noel gallagher x female OC football soccer player • 90s

liam gallagher x robbie williams x female groupie/muse/music journalist OC • 90s

liam gallagher x patsy kensit x OC female groupie • 90s

old or 90s liam gallagher x OC female stripper • 90s or late 2010s

90s liam gallagher x OC female model x OC female groupie smut threesome filth fun • 90s.

old soccer team director!noel gallagher x younger female OC football soccer player • 2010s - 2020s

mid 90s or 00s robbie williams x female OC pop singer • 90s or 00s

00s robbie williams x dancer female OC • 00s

old or 90s liam gallagher x drummer female OC • 90s, 00s or 2010s.

old liam gallagher x younger playmate female OC • 00s, 2010s or 2020s

early 00s damon albarn x photographer female OC • 00S

late 90s damon albarn x female groupie OC x female groupie OC smut filth • 90s

mid 90s liam gallagher & damon albarn x two or one OC female groupie filth • 90s

i can not promise i'll get them right away as at the moment i don't have a laptop yet. but if i get it i'd love to know how many of y'all would be interested on these.

byeee xo

[mysterywhiteglrl]

i lowkey wanna start writing smut n fics n shi again so if yall got any requests pls send them my way 🙏

i mainly listen to britpop and some hard rock n metal but i’ll write for anyone really n also i ain’t a judger so if u a freak ion rlly care ill write abt anything

also i promise yall i have good grammar im js lazy rn 😪 pls yall im bored 💔

[biblical-chronicles]

Desperation

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where the reader and Liam celebrate him going solo (and she really wants to be taken for a ride but he's in a rather teasing mood).

[18+] (!!)

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The flat was a proper state by now as the two of you celebrated As You Were finally being out in the world. You were both a bit too drunk, sprawled out on the couch, laughing at each other over nonsense only the two of you would find funny.

Liam was lounging, his legs stretched out on the coffee table, head tilted lazily against the couch. His hair was a mess, and his t-shirt was rumpled, but he looked so damn good. You’d been sneaking glances at him all night, your chest swelling with pride over everything he’d accomplished.

You sighed, a bit louder than you intended. He turned his head to look at you, a knowing smirk already on his lips.

“What’s that for, then?” he asked.

You hesitated, the alcohol in your system making your tongue a bit too loose. “Just… proud of you, that’s all.”

His smirk softened into a grin, and he tipped his beer bottle toward you. “Cheers, love. Couldn’t have done it without ya, you know.”

You hummed, not trusting yourself to say more. But the longer you sat there, watching him take another swig of his drink, the harder it became to ignore the thoughts swirling in your head. He wasn’t just talented, determined, and sharp-witted—he was beautiful. Absolutely bloody beautiful.

And the alcohol wasn’t helping your restraint.

Before you could overthink it, you set your drink down and shuffled over to him on the couch, clumsily straddling his lap. His eyebrows shot up as he let out a startled laugh.

“Oi! What’s this about, then?”

You grabbed his face, leaning in close enough that your noses almost touched. “You’re too fit for your own good, Gallagher.”

He grinned, his hands instinctively going to your hips to steady you. “Yeah? Took you this long to notice?”

You rolled your eyes, your fingers brushing through his hair. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You leaned in to kiss him, but he turned his head at the last second, your lips landing on his cheek instead. You pulled back, glaring at him as he laughed, his shoulders shaking beneath you.

“Liam,” you whined, grabbing the front of his t-shirt. “Stop being an idiot.”

“Can’t help it, love,” he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re makin’ it too fun.”

You huffed, trying to kiss him again, but he dodged you, leaning back against the couch with a cocky grin. “Not so fast. You’ve got to work for it.”

“Work for it?” you sputtered, your cheeks flushing. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he said, smirking, “here you are, throwin’ yourself at me.”

Your frustration boiled over, and in your drunken determination, you shoved his shoulders back, making him topple slightly against the armrest of the couch. He let out an exaggerated oof, laughing as you finally managed to capture his lips in a kiss.

It was messy and uncoordinated, your teeth grazing his bottom lip at one point. You could feel his smirk against your mouth as he finally started kissing you back, his hands tightening on your hips.

“‘Bout time,” he muttered against your lips, his voice still teasing.

“Oh, give over,” you mumbled, trying to keep up with his relentless teasing, but the way his hands slid up your back had your words trailing off into a sigh.

“Look at you,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. “All worked up. Proper desperate for me, aren’t ya?”

You glared at him, your cheeks burning as you tried to retort, but he leaned in, nipping playfully at your jawline, effectively cutting you off.

“Admit it,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “You can’t resist me.”

“You’re such a tosser,” you managed, but your voice lacked conviction as his lips trailed down to your neck.

“Yeah, maybe,” he said, chuckling. “But you love it.”

You couldn’t argue with that, not when his hands were sliding under the hem of your shirt.

Your fingers fumbled with the hem of his t-shirt, the alcohol making your coordination less than stellar. You tugged at the fabric clumsily, desperate to feel more of him, your frustration bubbling up when he only chuckled at your attempts.

“Christ, love,” he teased, tilting his head to look at you, his grin infuriatingly smug. “In a bit of a rush, are we?”

“Liam,” you whined, your voice thick with want and exasperation. “You’re impossible.”

“Am I?” he said, arching a brow, his hands still lazily brushing along your sides as if he had all the time in the world.

You groaned, giving up on his shirt for the moment and instead pressing yourself closer to him. His thigh was firm beneath you, and the sudden friction sent a shiver through your body. You bit your lip, your cheeks heating up as you instinctively started to move, rolling your hips clumsily against him in an attempt to find some relief.

Liam’s hands froze for a moment, and you caught the slight hitch in his breath before he smirked again, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly tone. “You’re not messin’ about, are ya?”

“No, I’m not,” you shot back, the alcohol giving you just enough courage to glare at him. “And if you don’t stop taking the piss, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” he interrupted, his grin widening as he tilted his head, his eyes practically glowing with amusement.

You didn’t answer, too focused on the sensation of his thigh beneath you, the way his hands guided your movements even as he teased you mercilessly. You felt clumsy and desperate, but you didn’t care. The heat pooling in your stomach was impossible to ignore, and Liam’s refusal to just give in was driving you mad.

“Liam,” you groaned, your voice coming out more like a plea than you intended.

“Yeah?” he replied.

“Please,” you murmured, your forehead dropping to his shoulder as you continued your movements, your breath hitching with every pass.

He hummed, the low sound vibrating through you, and you felt his lips brush against your temple. “What’s the matter, love? Thought you were in charge here.”

You pulled back, glaring at him through narrowed eyes.

“Why do you have to be such a pain?” you shot back, your voice a little shaky, though whether it was from the alcohol or the way his hands gripped your waist, you couldn’t tell.

“Me? A pain?” He tilted his head, mock innocence dripping from his tone. “You’re the one grindin’ on me like it’s your last night on Earth.”

You swatted his arm, your cheeks flushing hotter than they already were. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible?” He clicked his tongue, shifting slightly beneath you just to watch your breath hitch. “Not what you were sayin’ a minute ago, was it?”

You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically. “Why do I even put up with you?”

Liam leaned closer, his lips brushing just below your ear. “’Cause you can’t resist me, and you know it.”

“Ugh,” you huffed, your frustration spilling over as you tugged at his shirt again. This time, it was less clumsy, more determined, but he still didn’t budge, his hands catching yours mid-motion.

“Easy, tiger,” he teased, holding your wrists gently but firmly. “What’s the rush? We’ve got all night.”

“Liam Gallagher, if you don’t—”

But he cut you off with a laugh, leaning back into the couch as if this was all a game to him. “Go on, then. What’re you gonna do?”

Your reply caught in your throat, your brain too foggy to come up with a decent retort. Instead, you let out a frustrated growl, your movements against him becoming a little more frantic, desperate for any semblance of control.

Liam’s grip on your waist tightened, his teasing smirk faltering just slightly as his breathing grew heavier. “Careful, love,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “You’re gonna wear yourself out.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you’d stop being such a—”

“Such a what?” he interrupted, his lips brushing against yours, so close but not nearly enough. “Go on, say it.”

“Such a bastard,” you finished, your voice shaky as you met his gaze.

He chuckled again, his forehead resting against yours. “Maybe,” he admitted, his hands sliding down to your hips to guide your movements just enough to make you gasp.

Liam's hands on your hips were steady now as you rocked against his thigh. You could feel it building, that tight coil in your stomach, your body responding to the rhythm you’d created. The alcohol coursing through you only made it more intense.

You let out a shaky breath, your forehead dropping to his as you whispered his name, your voice trembling with need. “Liam...”

He was watching you closely now, his eyes dark and focused, the smirk still tugging at the corners of his mouth. He shifted his thigh just slightly, enough to make your head fall back with a small, helpless moan.

“Christ, look at you,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with amusement. “You’re so close, aren’t ya?”

You nodded, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt for support as you kept moving, your breaths growing shorter.

But just as the edge started to blur, just as you felt yourself tipping over, Liam’s hands tightened on your waist and he pulled you down from his thigh.

“Liam!” you gasped, blinking up at him in disbelief, your cheeks burning as small tears prickled in the corners of your eyes.

He laughed softly, clearly pleased with himself. “Bloody hell, look at you,” he said, brushing a thumb under your eye to catch a stray tear that had escaped. “Worked up over nearly nothin’, eh?”

You glared at him, your frustration boiling over. “It wasn’t nothin’, and you know it,” you snapped, though your voice wavered.

He tilted his head, his grin widening. “Oh, I know, love. Believe me, I know. But you’re actin’ like I’ve denied you oxygen or summat.”

“Because you have!” you shot back, your hands pushing at his chest weakly before falling back to your sides.

“Have I now?” he teased, his hands sliding up your thighs to rest on your hips. “Didn’t realize I had that much power over ya.”

“You’re infuriating,” you hissed, your frustration palpable as you squirmed in his hold.

“And you’re bloody gorgeous when you’re like this,” he countered, leaning in close enough that his breath fanned across your lips. “Proper addictive, you are.”

You let out a shaky breath, your tears now more from pent-up tension than frustration, as you whispered, “Then stop messing with me, Liam.”

His grin softened just slightly “Oh, love,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “I’ll stop when you’re beggin’ me for it.”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

Liam’s teasing smirk lingered, but his resolve seemed to falter when you went on to straddle him again, your head falling against his shoulder.

“Oh, alright, love,” he murmured, his tone still playful. “Can’t have you cryin’ over me, can I?”

Before you could process his words, his hands moved, firm and deliberate, pulling you flush against him. His lips crashed into yours with urgency, the kiss messy and uncoordinated thanks to the alcohol.

You let out a muffled moan against his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair as you melted into him, the earlier frustration dissolving into pure want. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, and you gasped, the sound swallowed by his kiss as his hands slid under your shirt, rough fingertips brushing the bare skin of your back.

“Thought you were gonna make me beg,” you managed to mumble breathlessly between kisses, your voice trembling with equal parts need and triumph.

He chuckled against your lips. “You already did, darlin’,” he teased, his hands gripping your waist as he shifted you closer. “Didn’t even know it.”

You groaned, your nails digging lightly into his scalp in retaliation, earning a sharp inhale from him. “You’re insufferable,” you whispered, though the way your lips chased his told an entirely different story.

“And you’re drunk,” he shot back, his grin breaking the kiss for a moment, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Clumsy as hell, too.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, trying to reclaim his mouth, but he tilted his head just out of reach, his smirk maddening.

“Alright, alright,” he teased, his voice thick with amusement. “No need to get violent, love.”

You groaned, half out of exasperation, half out of desperation, your hands gripping the collar of his shirt as you yanked him closer. “Liam,” you hissed, your tone a warning now.

His smirk faltered as he let you close the gap this time, his lips crashing into yours with a force that sent your head spinning. You moaned into his mouth, your fingers fumbling at his shirt, tugging it up but not managing to get it off entirely.

“Christ, yer keen,” he muttered, his voice muffled against your lips as his hands slid under your top, rough palms skimming up your sides.

“Don’t you dare start again,” you shot back, your words muffled. You shifted in his lap, your thighs clenching around him, which was enough to draw a sharp inhale from him.

“Bloody hell,” he rasped, his grip tightening on your hips as his lips left yours to trail down your jaw, to your neck, biting and kissing with a hunger that matched your own.

Your top was shoved up but not off, and neither of you cared. His hands found every inch of exposed skin they could, and you were just as desperate, tugging his shirt further up his chest, though it remained caught around his shoulders.

“You’re impossible,” you panted, your head falling back as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“Yeah look who’s talking.” he shot back, the smirk audible in his voice even as his mouth continued its way down your neck.

You didn’t dignify that with a response, instead grinding down against him, the friction sending a bolt of electricity through you both. His head fell back against the couch, a low groan escaping him as his hands gripped your waist tightly.

“God, Liam,” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kissed him again, your lips colliding with his in a mess of teeth and desperation.

“Slow down, love,” he murmured against your mouth, though his hands betrayed him, sliding up your thighs to grip at the curve of your hips. “We’ve got time.”

“Not enough,” you countered, your voice trembling, your fingers digging into his shoulders for balance.

His laugh was rough and low, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “You’re mad, y’know that?”

“Shut up and touch me,” you demanded, your hands sliding down his chest, taking in the warmth of his skin through the gaps where his shirt hung open.

His response was immediate, his hands finding the hem of your shorts and tugging just enough to make you gasp.

His hands fumbled with the button of your shorts, his fingers clumsy from the alcohol but determined, his frustration evident in the quiet curses that escaped his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his struggle, your own hands moving to help him, though it only seemed to tangle you both up further.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, his voice rough as he finally managed to undo the button, pushing the fabric down just enough to make room for his wandering hands.

Your laugh turned into a breathy moan as his fingers brushed against your skin. You leaned forward, your lips capturing his again in a kiss that was all teeth and urgency, your hands tugging at his shirt in a futile attempt to get it off completely.

“Leave it,” he rasped against your mouth, his hands gripping your hips as he shifted beneath you, trying to maneuver you into a better position as he kissed you again.

“Liam,” you whined, your voice barely above a whisper as you broke the kiss, your forehead resting against his. “Please, just—”

“Impatient, aren’t ya?” he cut you off, his smirk returning as he leaned back slightly, his hands still firmly on your hips, holding you just where he wanted.

You didn’t bother answering instead your fingers quickly found their way to the waistband of his joggers, clumsily tugging them down as Liam shifted beneath you to help, his grin still there. “In a hurry, are we?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, focusing on your task as best as you could, though the alcohol made your movements less than graceful. The material bunched awkwardly, and you cursed under your breath, making him laugh.

“Need a hand, love?” he asked, one brow quirked.

“I’ve got it,” you snapped, though your laugh betrayed your frustration. You finally managed to slide his joggers down enough to reveal the hard line of him pressing against the fabric of his boxers. The sight made your breath hitch, and Liam caught the look in your eyes, his smirk softening lightly.

“Go on, then,” he murmured, his hands settling on your hips, encouraging but still letting you take the lead.

You swallowed hard, the warmth of his hands grounding you as you slid the last barrier away, your fingers brushing against his skin and making him suck in a sharp breath.

Liam’s hands tightened on your hips, his touch searing as you shifted to position yourself over him. His eyes locked on yours, dark and brimming with a hunger that made your chest tighten.

“You sure about this, love?” he asked, his voice rough but sincere.

You nodded, your lips parting as you whispered, “Absolutely.”

“Good.” he muttered, his hands guiding you as you slowly sank down onto him, the stretch stealing your breath. His head fell back against the couch, a sharp exhale escaping him as you both adjusted, the connection overwhelming.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the air filled just with your shared breaths. His hands roamed up and down your thighs, grounding you as you slowly began to rock your hips. The immediate sensation was dizzying, each movement sending sparks through your body.

“Bloody hell,” Liam groaned, his hands gripping your hips to steady you. “You feel… fuckin’ perfect, you do.”

The praise made your cheeks flush, your hands bracing against his chest as you picked up the pace, your movements clumsy but eager. Liam’s fingers dug into your skin, guiding your rhythm as he met you halfway, his low groans and whispered curses spurring you on.

The couch creaked beneath you, the sound mingling with your gasps and moans as the tension built between you. His lips found your neck again, his teeth grazing your skin before he kissed and sucked at the spot, messy and wet, leaving a trail of spit behind before finally getting to your lips again.

The kiss was all tongues and teeth, his spit mixing with yours as you clung to him. He licked into your mouth, his grip on your hips tightening as you whimpered against his lips, completely undone by how fervent he was.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his breath hot against your spit-slicked lips. “So desperate, yeah? Can’t get enough, can ya?”

“Shut up,” you panted, your voice trembling, though your words carried no weight. Your movements grew more frantic, the slick slide of your bodies driving you closer and closer to the edge.

He laughed as his lips caught yours again, the kiss even messier this time. Your spit dripped down your chin but Liam didn’t seem to care, his hands gripping you like he couldn’t bear to let go. His tongue swept over yours, his teeth nipping at your lower lip as you gasped into his mouth.

You whimpered, your nails raking down his chest as you clung to him, unable to keep up with the pace he was setting. His cock filled you perfectly, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core, and you couldn’t stop the broken sounds spilling from your lips.

“God, Liam,” you cried, your voice trembling as you pressed your forehead against his, your hips grinding against him desperately.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, his teeth catching your jawline before dragging his tongue over the damp skin. “So good for me, love. So fuckin’ good.”

Your body trembled as the tension built higher, your legs shaking from the effort, your breaths coming out in sharp gasps. The wet sounds of your bodies moving together were borderline obscene, your slick coating him and making each thrust even filthier.

“You’re close, aren’t ya?” he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “I can feel it—fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”

You could only nod, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation. “Please” you whimpered, not even sure what you were begging for anymore, your body trembling as you chased the edge.

“Go on, then,” he urged, his voice soft but insistent. “Let me feel you.”

The words were your undoing. The tension snapped, pleasure crashing over you in a wave that left you crying out, your nails digging into his shoulders. Your body shook as you came, your movements faltering as he held you steady, riding you through it.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice low and wrecked, his lips brushing against your temple as he chased his own release. A few more rough thrusts and he groaned, his body tensing beneath you as he spilled into you, his grip on your hips slackening as the last of his strength left him.

The room was filled with the sound of your heavy breaths, the scent of sweat hanging in the air as you both came down from the high. Liam’s hands moved to your back, his touch surprisingly tender as he stroked your damp skin.

“Reckon we’ve done in the couch,” he said, his grin wide and teasing despite the flush on his cheeks.

You laughed, your head still resting on his shoulder. “Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve wrecked a piece of furniture, would it?”

“Oi, cheeky,” he shot back, though his arms tightened around you, holding you close.

As the haze of alcohol and adrenaline began to fade, you couldn’t help but smile against his skin, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “Liam,” you murmured softly, “I’m so proud of you.”

He went quiet for a moment, his lips brushing against your hair. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “You deserve this—everything.”

His grin softened, and for a moment, he looked at you like you’d just handed him the world. “Guess I’ve got everything I need right here.”

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really hope the slight wait for this was worth it ya lot, tried steppin’ me game up a bit, can’t wait for the feedback xx

need more dilf Liam appreciation on here, also hope the pair of ya whose requests I mashed together here are happy with this, love ya!

[hysterikan]

Good morning (Damon Albarn x Reader)

I've had this in my drafts for AGES and I finally decided to clean it up (and against my better knowledge post it lol) I apologize for any spelling and/or grammatical errors as english isn't my first language and it hasn't been beta-read by anyone. Anyways, I hope you will enjoy and if you did it would make my day if you leave a comment or reblog it! I also uploaded it to my AO3 here

Summary: Reader has a wet dream about Alex and somehow her boyfriend Damon finds out, but doesn't seem to be as upset as she thought he would be. As a matter in fact he might even like it

Wordcount: 3,277

Warnings: SMUT

She felt his teeth drag along her collarbone, making her shudder and then suddenly the sharp pain of his bite, making each nerve ending in her body crackle like a little firework. 

Letting out a sound halfway between a squeal and giggle, she grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging on it harshly. 

 He groaned and looked up from her chest, his brown eyes glazed over. He had covered her breasts in dark purple hickies and red teeth marks, nipping and biting every centimeter of skin.

“Alex.” She whispered softly, slowly grinding on him where she sat in his lap. Both of them gasped at the movement, his cock twitched inside of her and he gripped her hips hard.

He reached up to take her jaw in his hand, thumb dragging over her lip as her eyes fluttered shut and mouth fell open. 

She could feel how his thighs tensed up under her and she knew with a little more teasing he would let her have her way. 

“Alex,” She moaned again, opening her eyes as his name fell from her swollen lips and looking directly into his. His mouth twitched before he kissed her, harsh and nibbling with sharp teeth.

Carefully he leaned her back, getting on top of her while still kissing her. There was both gentleness and a feverish need in his movements. 

They both shuddered, and she moaned when she felt his chest pressing against hers and how his hair brushed over her shoulder as he leaned in to kiss her neck. She wrapped her legs around him, never wanting to let go when she felt him sink deeper inside her. 

With slow thrusts and featherlight kisses he teased her, coaxing out whiny moans from her. Alex chuckled breathlessly when she mewled, clawing at his back and she reached down to his ass, trying to push him further into her. 

He got the hint, he just wanted to hear her say it.

“Tell me what you want.” He whispered. His voice low and gravely in her ear, making her skin prickle and her walls throb around him.

“I want you-, I want you to fuck me.” She answered in breathy moans, catching his lips in a slow sloppy kiss. 

He obliged, slowly picking up speed in his thrusts. 

Her hands found their way into his hair, tugging on it relentlessly, knowing it would drive him mad. 

And it did. 

He pinned down her hands, making her let out anexhilarated giggle and he couldn’t hold back his own smile. 

Her smile soon faded into a little o-shape as he started thrusting his hips harder and harder, drawing a loud gasp out of her with each thrust.

She felt dizzy from the pleasure, she didn’t know where he started and she ended, all she knew was him in her and his voice as he moaned her name, his sweat covered body that pressed against hers and the safe pressure of his hands on her wrists.

“Alex, ‘m gonna- ” She cried out, clenching her thighs and writhing, her entire body aching to cum.

 To cum for him. To cum on him.

“Bloody hell.” he whined, feeling her clench around him and hearing her needy cries brought him closer to his own release. 

The orgasm washed over her without a warning and for a split second her mind went blank, the only thing that existed were her and Alex. 

With soblike moans she clawed at his back, her legs quivering around his waist as she came. Her back arched up, meeting Alex's hips as he came closer and closer to his own release, and he bit back a loud groan when she clenched hard around him. 

Alex's breath was ragged as he saw her, still shuddering and moaning. With a last hard thrust that made her whimper, still high on her orgasm, his brow furrowed and his body rippled as he came, whimpering her name.

It took her a second to realize where she was, with Alexs' loud moans still ringing in her mind. She was in her bedroom, with Damon next to her in their bed. 

The sunlight that filtered in through the blinds made little golden lines over his naked back that rose and fell with his steady breathing.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, almost hearing her heartbeat in her ears. Slowly she reached a hand down, and gasped. Her underwear was soaked through, the wetness even staining the inside of her thighs.

Drawing another shuddering breath she realized she must’ve had an orgasm in her sleep. 

With burning cheeks she came to another conclusion, that in the dream she had been cumming on her boyfriend's best mate's cock. 

She pulled her hand up and feeling a wave of shame wash over her, she closed her eyes. 

It had felt so real, and she could still hear Alex's moans and teasing whispers as he thrusted into her. His lips, searing kisses on her skin, his hands-

A sudden movement next to her made her open her eyes to see Damon sleepily pull the covers closer around him. 

His hair was messy, with his mouth and cheeks flushed from sleep and it made her heart tremble. 

She reached out a hand, softly stroking it over his cheek, making him stirr and eyes flutter open. 

“Good morning” She whispered and smiled softly when he groaned low, closing his eyes to shield them from the light that sneaked past the blinds.

Damon hummed, eyes still closed as he reached out for her and she chuckled as she crawled into his embrace, nuzzling her face against his neck. 

“Did you sleep well?” He murmured as he stroked her hair. His voice was low and hoarse from sleep, making her heart jump. It was ridiculously sexy. 

“Yeah” She mumbled into the crook of his neck and closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of him. His scent with a little left of yesterday's eau de cologne sent a warm current through her body, down between her thighs. 

 Damon drew circles with his fingertips over her back, nuzzling his nose against her hairline and inhaled. 

“You talk in your sleep, did you know that?” He murmured and her eyes snapped open.

“Oh?” Was all she could muster, voice faint.

“You said Alex’s name.” 

It felt as if her heart stopped and she felt her lungs tightening up with shame.

 She looked up at him, and could see a slight smirk on his face. 

“What?” 

“You said Alex.” He repeated, stroking her cheek, his fingertips following her jaw down to her lips.

“Did I?” She felt her cheeks flush and Damon raised an eyebrow, still smiling. 

“Yeah,” His thumb rubbed her lower lip as he licked his own, making her stomach summersault.

“Did you dream of him?”

She swallowed, looked away and felt the blush on her cheeks betray her. 

“I don't really know. I don’t remember much.” She looked at Damon again as he kept stroking her cheek. He leaned down, their lips brushing against each others as he whispered;

“You know, I heard you moan, love. You moaned his name.” 

Her breath hitched in shock but Damon caught her little gasp in a kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth and before she knew it she gripped his bicep, biting and nibbling on his lower lip. 

 She could feel his hard on pressing against her stomach and how his heart pounded in his chest, almost forcing hers to beat in the same rhythm. The warm tingling feeling from her dream washed over her again, and she could feel her entire ache and long for his touch. 

Damon pulled away too soon, his cheeks flushed and his breath ragged as he tried to compose himself. He stroked back a stray strand of hair from her face as he cleared his throat, smiling:

“Now my love, tell me about your dream.” 

She bit her lip, a stern tone in his voice that she had never heard before, and it made her heart flutter and press her thighs together.

“Well, we were kissing.” She whispered, remembering Alex’s panting breath as he kissed her. 

Damon licked his lips as he leaned in, ghosting his lips above hers.

 “Yeah?” His breath tickled over her cheek and it sent shivers down her spine.

 “And he kissed my neck.” She moaned. 

 “How did it feel?” 

 “It felt good.” 

His breath hitched, and she could feel how his cock throbbed against her, making her gasp.

 “And then what?” 

 “He...” She blushed furiously, biting her lip and he couldn't tell if she was just playing innocent or if she was actually a bit embarrassed to say the words out loud. 

 Damon's breath hitched again, his pupils dilated and his heart pounding. He couldn’t understand why, but her dream turned him on so much. It sent a sting of jealousy through him, yes, but it was outweighed by the forbidden and intoxicicating thought of one of his best mates shagging his girlfriend. 

 “You shagged him?” He whispered barely audible, his lips brushing over the shell of her ear. The hot breath made her skin prickle and she felt her nipples harden under the shirt she wore to bed.

 “Yes.” She whined, closing her eyes as he pulled up said shirt, and softly stroked his hand down her stomach.

 “Did you like it?” His voice was low, and she could only moan yes as his fingers passed the lining of her underwear. His teasing, the embarrassment and excitement of him knowing about the dream, the dream itself, it was all making her clit throb.

 “You liked having Alex inside you, didn’t you? You liked fucking him, didn’t you, love?” 

As he almost hissed out that last question his hand dipped down between her folds. 

He gasped when he felt that she was soaked and she bit back a yelp, the light pressure of his hand enough to send crackling electric currents throughout her body.

 “Damon.” She whined, feeling his arms wrap around her and the way he pressed her against him made her shudder. He leaned in to kiss her, his kisses almost bruising and sloppier than before, little moans and pants escaping as she tugged at her shirt. 

He pulled down her undies, throwing them across the room which earned a giggle from her as they landed on the table lamp on the desk.

 “Get these off!” She groaned and tugged on his boxers, her mouth watering when she saw his cock twitch through the fabric. God he was so hard. 

“As you wish,” He smirked and pulled them down. A low smacking sound as his heavy hard on hit his abdomen made her bite her lip in anticipation. For a few seconds all she could do was stare at him where he laid, naked and on display for her. 

 “Stop staring.” He groaned, a faint blush dusting his cheeks, and she giggled, crawling up to him and he immediately pulled her close to him, his lips crashing onto hers.

She moaned into his mouth, nipping at his lower lip with her teeth as she felt his hand stroke down her naked body, pushing her onto his back.

“Did he make you this wet?” he murmured against her lips, as his fingers trailed down between her legs to lightly brush over her throbbing clit. 

 Between little breathy moans she managed to get out;

 “No, it’s you.” 

He lightly pressed his finger against her clit again, making her quiver. The ache was unbearable. 

 “I need you in me.” She begged and looked up at him with hazy eyes.

 He looked at her, her lips swollen and glistening with saliva and if he hadn’t been so eager to be inside her, fucking her senseless until she forgot about that dream, and about Alex of all bloody people, he would’ve loved to see those lips around his cock. 

Slowly he pushed a finger into her, making her suck in a sharp breath he teased;

 “Like this?”

 She couldn’t form an answer, her mind went completely blank and without noticing she whimpered his name. He watched her flutter shut and then close completely when he pushed in another finger, wanting to hear her make that deliciously needy moan again.

Slowly pumped them in and out, looking at her as he did and felt his cock twitch as he saw her bite her lip in an attempt to suppress a loud moan.

His mouth brushed against the shell of her ear and sent tickling shivers through her. Just as she let out a shaky moan he pulled out his fingers, making her whine at the loss of contact and she was just about to loudly complain when he pressed them to her clit instead, rubbing firm but slow circles. 

 “Oh God” she clutched her hand behind his neck, feeling his hot breath on her face as he laughed softly. He nibbled on her lip and chin as he continued to rub harder and faster. 

The room was filled with sounds of his kisses, her wetness, their heavy breathing and her loud sob like moans. 

She rocked her hips against his fingers, her moans getting louder and needier and god she was so close that she clawed his neck, she could feel herself tense up, cunt aching for the release. A mental image of Alex on top of her, deep in her as he groaned flashed by, but then her eyes fluttered open as Damon moaned when she squelched over his fingers. 

She was millimeters from the edge when he suddenly stopped. With cheeks flushed and breath stuck in her throat she almost screamed:

 “Wh-, what the fuck Damon, why did you stop?”

God she was so beautiful like this. Animalistic almost and completely unhinged.

 “Do you want me to continue?”

 “Yes!”  

He tapped his finger against her clit again and smiled when she threw her head back and moaned.

 “Ask for it.” He whispered and that alone was almost enough to make her cum.

 “Please Damon, please, let me cum.”

Almost instantly he resumed rubbing her clit, making her back arch and she cried out his name over and over, so close that she forgot every other word. All she could think of was him, him, him.

 “Damon!”

Her cries and moans made his breath hitch as he saw how she came undone for him and he groaned between clenched teeth;

 “Cum for me.” And she did.

With a moan that was almost a scream she fell apart and became a blabbering, whimpering mess in his hands. She sobbed his name, head spinning and heart pounding so loud in her ears she could barely hear him whispering her name 

He stroked slowly but firmly over her clit until she pushed his hand away, her voice quivering as she let out a broken whisper;

“I can’t-, I can’t do another.” Making him chuckle and through her foggy brain she could muster a weak smile.

Damon looked at her where she lay with her tendrils of hair clinging to her forehead, a slight sheen of sweat covering her chest and her cheeks blossoming with a deep crimson blush.

“Was that good?”

She chuckled, still not sure how to get back to breathing normally and smiled;

“Do you really have to ask?”

Leaning in until their lips brushed and his breath tickled he teased;

“I just wanted to hear you say it.” before licking her lips and kissing her. 

She felt his cock twitch against her thigh and suddenly the flame she thought had been doused started flickering. Acting on instinct she bit his lower lip, hard, making him gasp and she wondered if maybe she had been too harsh when he pulled away, his eyes huge but then a smirk formed on his perfect lips.

Rising on shaky elbows she laughed as she said;

“Don’t you wanna finish?” tilting her head to her side.

“Looks like you might need it.” She nodded towards his cock, dripping precum, red and swollen. The warm pooling in her stomach threatened to scorch her when he raised a brow, stroking himself and inching closer to her.

“You think so?” 

Biting her lip she nodded, opening her trembling legs and looking him up and down. He pulled her down to him, making her gasp as she fell on her back and then giggled at his sudden roughness. He looked at her, his pupils blown out and his chest falling and rising as he gripped her thigh hard.

Slapping the head of his cock against her clit he hissed and she bit back a whimper, feeling herself tremble in his grasp. She was a bit sore from her earlier orgasm but it didn’t matter as he slowly pushed into her, both of them gasping.

“Fuuuck” He groaned, feeling her clench around him and she shuddered at the slight over stimulation.

“You okay?” He panted and stroked her hips, pulling her down onto him slowly.

“Uh-huh.” She hummed before adding; “Please.”

Her quivering voice, dripping with lust and pleading eyes made him snap. There was nothing he wanted as much as making her scream his name again, begging and moaning, only this time she would be dripping all over him.

He moaned, wrapping his arm under her hips and hoisting her up so that he could thrust into her at whatever pace he pleased.

“Please.” She whispered again, her hands on his back, clawing.

Damon's hips snapped up, the pace he set was hard and unforgiving and with each thrust she whimpered loudly. 

He couldn’t think of anything else but how her body moved with his, the sweat covering them both, her whining and moaning and how much he loved her.

“Oh fuckin’ hell, you feel so good, fuck” He moaned, leaning in to kiss her. It was a sloppy kiss, their lips barely touching as he sped up his thrusts. 

She reached up, carding her fingers through his flaxen of hair and tugging on it slightly, making him moan and bend his neck back. Knowing he couldn’t hold it for long he closed his eyes and focused on her gasping breaths, the smell of sex, the wet slapping noises and the burning sensation in his stomach. 

“Cum in me” She moaned, her breath hitching when Damon leaned his forehead against her shoulder, his breath tickling over her neck and she raked her nails down his back. 

His breaths got shorter and shorter, his thighs tensing up, the warm coil in his abdomen burning, and when she locked her legs on his lower back, pushing him deeper in, he came. His mind went blank as he thrust into her, making the orgasm last as long as possible and she kissed his ear, nibbling at it and whispering: 

“I love you” over and over. 

With a moan and a string of profanities he relaxed, shuddering and with heavy breaths.

She stroked his back, trying to slow down her racing heart and erratic breathing. She didn’t know how long he laid there, nuzzling his face to her neck as his breathing slowly became normal again, but she enjoyed every second of it.

Carefully he pushed himself up on his elbows, smiling slightly and running a hand through her messy hair.

“Well, good morning to you too.” She said and smiled up at him, stroking his arm softly.

“Good morning indeed. Wanna join me in the shower?”

“Yes please.” 

He leaned in to kiss her, muttering, “I love you” which made her heart jump. Before pulling away completely he added with a cheeky grin:

“So for the next round I’ll call in Alex?”

“Damon!”

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Sauna- Damon Albarn

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summary: you and your boyfriend have sex in a sauna.

lowercase intened & not proof read

warnings: smut

a/n: this was requested by @hazelllllllllllllllll thank you so much and so sorry it took long to get it out! 🫶 i apologize if it’s feels rushed or short 😭

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i thank damon everyday for convincing us to build a sauna in our backyard. every time i get stressed (which is nearly all the time), i always go in there to relax. and today was one of those days. i had a tough day at work and much needed sauna break was the way to relax. i wrapped a towel around my naked body and walked over to the building. damon wasn’t home, he was at the studio talking music with the rest of his band mates. he also had a surround system installed into the sauna so we could wind down with music as well. i set the temperature perfectly and turned on my music, a smile instantly on my face. i sat down and just stayed there with my eyes closed.

“there you are, darlin.” his voice startled me.

i jump in my seat and look at him. he was wearing a white towel around his waist. i gulp as certain thoughts enter my brain.

“hey baby. you’re home so early.”

“yeah, i wasn’t feeling the best so we called it a day.” he went to sit next to me.

“you’re sick?” i instantly worry.

“oh no, just not feeling the best music wise.”

“you need a message?”

i always give damon a massage when he’s stressed about music or in a music block, it always ends up easing him. he smiled brightly and shook his head. he turned around and my fingertips touched his dewey skin. already seeing him in only a towel already made me feeling a certain way, and now i’m giving his a massage in the sauna.

“i always love how your hands feel..” he practically moans out.

i bite my lip and kept my mouth shut. i watched as i dug my fingers into his skin.

“fuck…” i softly mutter to myself.

“what’s that, love?” he turns around to face me.

“nothing.” i quickly say.

“you feeling okay? you look a bit flustered.” he smirked.

as soon as i saw his smirk i knew i was done for. but i still lied.

“yeah, i’m feeling great. it’s just this sauna i’m not used to.”

he gave me a certain look, a look telling me he can see through my white lie.

“gimme a kiss.” he puckered up his lips.

i knew it was a trap to kickstart something. i hesitate but i eventually lean in. i went in for a quick peck but he quickly escalated everything by shoving his tongue in my mouth. i moan out from the feeling and move closer to him. he held onto my face and deepened the kiss.

“take it off..” he mumbled against my lips.

i slowly stood up and grabbed the hem of my towel where it’s wrapped up. i mentally thank myself for deciding to go naked as i open my towel and drop it. his blue eyes scanned my figure, his chest rising quickly as his dick gets hard. i notice the little bump from his erection in the towel, a slight smile appeared on my face.

“doesn’t take much, huh?” i motion to his problem.

“i mean you’re naked.” he shrugged.

he stood up and unwrapped his towel. his dick sprung out and was already leaking precum.

“come ride me, love..” his voice deep.

i go to sit on his lap, his dick resting perfectly on the one spot i want him. we go back to our previous makeout and i start to roll my hips. he grabbed onto my hips and gripped them hard.

“fuck..you’re killing me..” he moaned.

i grab onto his shoulders for a better angle and continue my teasing movements.

“no more teasing..please..” he breaths out.

i giggle to myself at how fast he folded. i pushed myself up and grabbed his dick, aligning it with my hole. i look at him once last time, taking in his beauty. i’m always so astonished by his absolute beauty, his perfection 100%. i slowly started to sink myself down onto him, the feeling of him stretching me out making me moan softly. he also moaned, closing his eyes and dropping his head back.

“fuck…you feel so good..” he groaned out.

his hands slowly started to guide my hips, rolling them to create fiction. the heat from the sauna was making it easier for me to sweat. he speeds up my movements, eventually lifting me up to bounce on him. he met me halfway and thrusted his hips up, the sauna filling with the sound of skin slapping. i moaned out at every thrust, my boobs bouncing up and down. i wrap my arms around damon to bring him closer to me. i connect our lips once again, red and plump from our previous makeout. our chests touched as i rode him, our sweat slick skin rubbing against one another. i pulled the hair on the back of his head, making him moan out. i furrow my eyebrows as i feel a rising feeling in my stomach, his tip hitting my g-spot enhancing it. one of his hands left my hip and started to make its way towards one of my boobs, squeezing it a bit. i moan into his mouth which allowed him to sneak his tongue in. he played with my nipple, pinching and pulling it. i clenched around him at the feeling.

“i’m close, love..” he mumbles against my lips.

i only breathe out and nod my head, bouncing faster. i continue moaning out loud, digging my fingernails into his skin. damon pulled away from my lips and pressed kisses down my neck all the way to my boob. he didn’t hesitate to take my nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and occasionally nipping it. the pleasure became all too much, the spring in my stomach tightened to the max.

“d-damon…i-“ i cut myself off with a moan.

damon just hummed around me, giving me permission to cum. i let out one last breath before i squeezed my eyes shut, arching my back as i came all over him. my nails continued to dig into his skin, probably drawing blood. damon stared up at my from my boob, his blue eyes watching me cum. i gasped and cried out as i continued to cum, clenching around him. watching and feeling me cum sent damon over the edge, his cum spewing inside me. he rested his forehead against my chest as he moaned, gripping tightly onto my hips to slowly guide them. i collapsed against him to try and catch my breath.

“you did so good, love. so so good..” he left kisses all over my body.

he kissed behind my ear, my shoulder, and behind my neck.

“i love you, dames.” i mumbled.

“i love you too, darlin.”

he pulled me away from him to look at my face. he wiped the stray hairs off my face and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips.

“you’re so beautiful, like always. i’m so lucky.” his eyes scan my face, lighting up brightly.

“oh shush.” i blush and try to turn away but he softly grabs my face.

he kisses my cheeks, my cheekbones, my forehead, my nose and my lips again.

“let’s get cleaned up, love.” he slowly lifted me up from him.

i groaned from the soreness as he sat my down. he stood up and grabbed a spare towel from near the door. he bent down and spread my legs apart, mouth slightly falling apart when he saw his cum leaking out of me. he looked back up at me before carefully cleaning me up. he cleverly pushed his cum back inside of me, making me chuckle and pet his head. he stood up and cleaned himself before discarding the dirty towel in the corner.

“thank you, baby.” i pucker my lips for another kiss.

he gladly accepts it but cheekily tried to deepen it into something more.

“nope, nice try.” i pull away and laugh.

“doesn’t hurt to try.”

he grabbed his towel and wiped my sweaty body off before wrapping it around his waist, he then grabbed mine. i wobbly stood up and leaned against him for support as he wrapped mine around.

“grab onto me.”

i did what he said before he picked me up bridal style. i yelped out from the action and giggle. he walks to the door and i open it for him.

“wait! we need to turn it off.”

“eh i’ll come back when i put you down.” he shrugs.

he makes his way back into the house and we might’ve had another round.

[stxrshxpxd]

“i can hardly breathe around you”

paring: 90s damon albarn x reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I guess we did.”

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

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

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

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

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

Damon gave me a slight nod.

“And not kiss other people?”

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

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

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

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

[starssaroundmyscarssblog]

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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[daddy-issues-galore]

Let me fly you to the moon...

Chapter 1 - 06/11/24

Chapter 2 - 07/11/24

Chapter 3 - 17/12/24

Chapter 4 - 01/01/25

Chapter 5 - 03/01/25

Chapter 6 - 13/01/25

Chapter 7 - 14/01/25

Chapter 8 - 25/01/25

Chapter 9 - 02/02/25

Chapter 10 - coming soon

Chapter 11 - coming soon

Chapter 12 - coming soon

[liamgssunshine]

COLUMBIA (liam gallagher x reader)

characters: liam gallagher x reader

summary: you were oasis biggest fan, you were working at a cafe as you saw liam and noel gallagher enter, he invited you over just as you became sexually fustrated…

warning: oral sex: fem receiving, unprotected sex, p in v sex, language, fluff

it was a normal day at work and to be quite honest a really tiring one, i had rented out an apartment ever since i travelled to manchester. My father used to be a massive oasis maniac, i mean who isn’t, their music is amazing. i was suddenly took out of my trance as i heard my boss about me. “y/n! table 15, look alive!” i nodded at him as i wrapped my apron around my waist highlighting my body slightly before heading off to the table.

“hi welcome to bennys can i take your order.” i spoke a pen and notepad in my hands as i looked up to see two brothers, two famous and hot as fuck brothers. “uh yeh, we’ll have a cuppa tea, that’s it.” noel nodded looking up at me smiling, i turned my head to see liam was running his hands through his hair “y-yeah coming right up.” i smiled ‘whats yer name?’ noel asked as i slightly blushed ‘y/n’ i nodded as he nodded back before i hurried off ‘holy shit’ i mouthed quietly before hurrying to take their order.

once i had gave them their drinks, they headed out leaving a mess making me slightly groan as i went over there to clean it up. i found a napkin with a phone number on it and a address ‘from liam.’ the napkin read as i looked at the window to see if anyone was there before shoving it back into my pocket.

the end of my shift came as i decided to check this address out, “hey y/n, you alright?” noel smiled as i nodded “yeah i’m good, you uhm wanted to see me?” i stuttered as he nodded ‘yeah take a seat’ i saw liam sat on the sofa as he smiled at me before turning his head back to the tv. ‘aight i gotta go but ill be back later yeah?’ noel spoke before heading out

the night went by i was nervous as hell, my legs shook as i bit on the end of my finger nails out of anxiety causing me to whine at the slight discomfort. i constantly glanced to the side to see liam, his legs spread as he was seated the sofa, his mouth held a cigarette resting his left hand on his thigh slightly tapping his thumb against his blue jeans.

i gulped the ball in my throat down, i looked him up and down. ‘damn he’s hot.’ i thought to myself, ‘the way the tobacco smoke exhaled from his rosy lips made me go crazy it’s like he was doing this on purpose’. I looked back to the tv back to watching this shit cooking show that he appears to like, i shifted slightly trying to shake off this knowing feeling.

doing everything i can, crossing my legs, running my fingers through my hair or biting my lip. he turned to me in confusion slightly smirking “you alright love?” his mancunian accent highlighting the tone of his voice. i nodded slightly smiling “yes.”

‘what the hell who says yes?!’ i mentally slapped myself in the face feeling slightly embarrassed ‘what if he noticed how nervous i was.’ he nodded before turning his head back to the tv, i crossed my legs squeezing them tightly to release slight pleasure.

i squeezed my thighs together slightly tighter than i should’ve making me quietly let out a whimper, hoping he didn’t hear that. all liam could think about how your shirt clung onto your body like that, the way your hair ran down your body. the way your lips were swollen from biting them for so long and the way you clenched your legs, and oh how he wondered what it would be like if your legs were clenched around his neck as he ate the hell out of your pussy.

i turned my head to see his sexy grin, the way he smiled drove me crazy, the way his nose was shaped like a greek god and how his brown hair highlighted his pearly blue eyes. i thought to myself ‘i better shoot my shot it’s not everyday you see liam gallagher and it’s not everyday you get to fuck him either if i could ask him he might say yes.’ i turned my head to speak but before i could say anything his lips collided on mine, my eyes widened in shock as he pulled away slowly ‘fuck man, i shouldn’t have done that fuck i’m sorry y/n-‘ before he could speak any more i slammed my lips against his.

as he pulled me up to stand with him, he broke the kiss looking into my eyes asking if it was okay as i nodded he smirked slightly.

his hands ran around the curves of my body, slight groans erupting from his mouth as i felt his hot breath on my neck breathing in and out and in and out. the way his muscular hands roamed the bare flesh of my body drove me crazy, i threw my head back out of spite. it was so painfully slow, the way his hands controlled all of my reactions were mental. ‘yeah you like that?’ his shit eating grin made me flustered turning me on so much more.

his hands slid under my tank top, nearing my breasts before i could get a say in what i wanted him to do, his hands gripped onto my thighs pulling my up so i was wrapping my bare legs around his crotch. his hands squeezed my ass before heading to the bedroom his sudden actions making me squeal out due to his sudden movements.

he opened the door with his foot, sucking the skin on my neck knowing what he was doing was driving me insane. i tugged on his hazel hair slightly causing him to groan once more as he laid me down carefully on the king sized bed.

my ears began to capture the music that was now coming from the tv, it sounded just like an oasis song. ‘being fucked by liam gallagher whilst an oasis song was playing whose dream is this right now?’ i unraveled my legs from his waist as he tugged on my tank top asking for permission, as i just nodded.

in an instant my shirt was now thrown across the room as his eyes lit up like fireworks “fuckin ‘ell.” he panted not taking his eyes off my body, ‘i mean what a day to not wear a bra am i right?’ i blushed at his expression as i sat up undoing his blue button down shirt as fast as i could whilst placing my lips onto his.

our lips moved in a fast but loving motion, our saliva became one as by each second we were getting more aroused than ever. his tongue slowly slipped into my mouth asserting dominance and exploring my mouth. i groaned at the taste of cigarettes, though i didn’t smoke it was a really nice taste.

once i finished unbuttoning his shirt, i pulled it off his arms throwing it across the room, it accidentally hitting a lamp on the nightstand. i slightly jumped pulling away from the kiss turning my head to see what had happened.

once i turned my head, his hand placed along my jaw pulling my head back instantly before slamming his lips back onto mine. his hands roamed to both of my breasts slightly caressing them as i broke the kiss my mouth slightly agape as his fingers ran across my nipples.

‘your so fuckin sexy, love.’ he said as i wrapped my arms around his neck, his hands now undoing the buttons on my shorts, his touch making me shiver as he slightly chuckled looking back up at me with those pearly blue eyes. i but my lip out of anticipation becoming slightly impatient. ‘liam. c-can you hurry please.’ i begged not looking at him in his eyes out of embarrassment

as soon as i said those words i knew i was gonna regret it, he pushed me back onto the bed making me slightly bounce up and gasp, in a flash my shorts were off and on the floor somewhere. he began to palm me through my soaking panties making me moan out.

his hands wrapped around my thighs pulling my waist to the end on the bed where he crouched down not taking his beautiful eyes off my soaking cunt. ‘god baby your so wet.’ his eyes were filled with lust, the way he talked could make me cry out in orgasm just right there.

he licked his swollen lips, before trailing kisses up my stomach and down to my thighs. his teeth now gently bit into my thigh making me bite my lip ever so tight. he noticed how my teeth dug into my lip making me bleed, he gently kissed my lips to stop my pain.

his fingers ran up and down my cunt making his hand and mattress covered in my juices before slamming his two fingers into my hole making me cry out in pain and pleasure. his pace was at an incredible speed.

tears ran down the side of my eyes of pleasure as my legs shook on his shoulder. ‘that’s a good girl.’ he smirked not taking his eyes off my reaction making him harder and harder at the second. ‘oh liam.’ i cried out loudly ‘yeah love i’m right here.’ he slightly sunk his teeth into my inner thigh so close to my cunt.

i squeezed my eyes tight ‘l-li-liam… your so good holy shit!’ i gripped onto the mattress sheets, arching my back, pulling his fingers out he licked my wet cunt with his tongue, swallowing it in the meantime.

his wet tongue drew circles on my sensitive bud making me wrap my slender fingers through his hair as i cried out his name, his teeth grazed my clit as his fingers began to pump in and out of me. ‘oh fuck li-li no no i’m gonna cum!” i whimpered clenching my legs around him as he pulled his fingers out of me.

he licked all of my excess juices before i looked at him with confusion, my face was all red and flustered as i panted. ‘why’d you stop?’ i whined at the sudden loss as he slipped out of his jeans ‘hold on sweetheart.’ he spat on the palm of his hand pumping his member before lining it up with my entrance

i looked down as he slammed himself into me with no hesitation, at this i arched my back. he slammed immediately to my g spot making me cry out in pleasure ‘fuck! oh yes yes yes.’ i cried out as he moaned and moaned over again ‘fuck your so fucking wet love.’ his rhythm slammed into me again and again and again as i felt like i was passing out and waking up again.

i moaned out as i felt my walls clench around him making him drop his head back, the way he looked engulfed in pleasure made my high reach quick ‘b-baby i’m gonna cum!’ i moaned out as he moved his pace even faster ‘go on sweetheart, me too. fuck.’ he groaned out forgetting to pull out since he didn’t care at this point, if he got you pregnant he wouldn’t care, the way you looked and the way you acted made him fall head over heels for you anyday.

i cried out in pleasure as my climax waved over me making me see stars, i stared at the ceiling panting and exhausted as liam shot his load in me as he held himself up hovering over me for a few moments before falling down on the bed next to me.

‘your fucking amazing you know that?’ he smirked as i giggled ‘maybe.’ i shrugged leaving a kiss on his lips…

[purpledovefeather]

Mob Boss! Noel Headcanons

NSFW!

Been thinking about the Blue Moon Rising music video a lot lately and although I haven't got the patience for a full on fic at this time I thought I'd share some headcanons and thoughts I had.

Mafia Boss Noel! Who loves to eat you out any chance he gets. He's obsessed with your body and takes it upon himself to worship it anytime he can. You're reminded of the time he had you laid out on the lavish dining room table, dressed up to the nine's as he had requested only to have your legs spread apart as he devoured your pussy, feasting on your cunt as if you were the most delicious delicacy he'd ever tasted.

And then when he's finished and your legs are shaking and your cunts so sensitive that you are whimpering as he licks you through the aftershocks, he sits you in his lap and presents you with a your favourite meal which he lovingly watches you eat, stroking your thighs and calling you a good girl as you finish before holding up a glass of wine to your lips, praising you for how good you are all the while you feel his cock, hard and wanting against your arse. You adjust teasingly throughout your meal, growing excited again hearing his slight grunts that he tries to hide as he touches you gentle but his eyes are glinting with something that makes you shiver, a smouldering promise that your teasing will have consequences.

Afterwards he takes you to the bedroom, makes you beg to be fucked, teasing you until you're writhing and almost on the verge of tears, desperate for his cock. He fucks you, praise falling from his lips again and again as you take his cock, but when it's your turn and you're riding him he's lost for words, moaning and whining from just how good your pussy feels around him.

He hates others looking at you but loves to show you off, bringing you along to negotiation and gang meetings just to get jealous when inevitably someone's eyes linger a little too long on you.

You always roll your eyes but you love it too, love the possessive hand that snakes its way around your waist to hold you closer as he glares daggers at whoever dared to look at you.

You don't like to hear too much about his daily goings on, you're not naïve you know what he has to do to maintain his power and position but despite your aversion to violence you can't help but get turned on whenever he teaches someone a lesson for hitting on you or touching what isn't theirs. You like to see his bloodied knuckles before he gently takes your face in his hands, hands that had just been inflicting pain now turned so soft when handling you, only rough when you ask for it.

[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. 

[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. 

[mysterywhiteglrl]

hey guysss i know it’s been a while😓 ima be on those requests soon yall stay tuned🙏

[biblical-chronicles]

Washing machine

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where Noel gets asked a ridiculous question about you in an interview, and the two of you decide to show the press how it really is.

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When the journalists filed in, bright-eyed and clutching their recorders, Noel offered a small, polite nod.

The questions started simple enough: the tour, the setlists, his creative process.

“Yeah, yeah, the gigs have been decent. Fans’ve been loud, so that’s a good sign, innit? Better than people standing there like they’ve been dragged in at gunpoint.”

It was routine, nothing too exciting, but he knew how to play the game.

Then the conversation took a turn.

“So, Noel,” one of the interviewers began, leaning forward slightly, “we’ve noticed you’ve been seen out and about with your girlfriend recently. How’s she doing?”

Noel’s face softened instantly. “She’s alright, yeah. Keeps me sane, that one. Proper good laugh, you know? Got more brains than me too, which isn’t hard, but still.” He chuckled, visibly relaxing as he spoke about you. “She’s busy as ever, but she’s always making time to come out when she can. Don’t know how she does it, to be honest.”

The room chuckled along, sensing how much he enjoyed talking about you. For a moment, it seemed like the interview had taken a genuinely pleasant direction. But then, another journalist jumped in with a question that made the air shift.

“So Noel, there’s been a bit of chatter about her wardrobe actually.” they started, a tone of forced nonchalance in their voice.

Noel squinted, the beginnings of a frown forming. “Her wardrobe? What about it?”

“Well,” the journalist continued, clearly enjoying the setup, “there’s this idea floating around that she’s always wearing something new every time she’s spotted. Some people are saying she’s spoiled and blowing through your money, you know, buying new clothes constantly. How do you feel about that?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Noel’s eyebrows shot up, his head tilting slightly as if he couldn’t quite believe what he’d just heard.

“What?” he said flatly.

The journalist hesitated, but pushed on. “I mean, it’s just—some people are wondering if—”

“Hang on,” Noel cut in, sitting up straighter. “Are you suggesting me missus is some kind of gold digger? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

The journalist stammered, clearly unprepared for the shift in tone. “No, no, it’s just—”

“No, no, no,” Noel interrupted, his voice rising slightly. “Let’s get this straight. First of all, she’s got her own job, alright? Makes her own money, does her own thing. She doesn’t need me cash, and she’d be fine without me, thank you very much.”

The room was tense now, the other journalists exchanging uneasy glances.

“And secondly,” he continued, leaning forward, “we've got a bloody washing machine, alright? She takes care of her things. You lot just see a few stitched-together pictures and think it’s some kind of bloody fashion show. It’s not me fault the press can’t specify Monday from Friday.”

He paused for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief. “And even if she did wear summat new every day—which she doesn’t, by the way—what’s it to you? How is that anyone’s business? Between you and me, I’m probably the one who re-wears stuff less. So maybe ask me where all me shirts go instead of coming for her.”

The journalists sat in stunned silence as Noel stood up, visibly fuming.

“Unbelievable.” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. He shot a glare at the journalist who’d asked the question. “You lot need to find better things to talk about. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m done here.”

Without another word, he stormed out, the door slamming shut behind him.

Noel had barely kicked off his shoes and slumped onto the couch when you appeared from the kitchen, carrying two brews. You handed him one before curling up beside him, your legs tucked beneath you.

“How was the interview?” you asked, taking a sip.

Noel gave a dry laugh, rubbing his face. “Christ, where do I start? It was the usual bollocks at first, but then it took a proper nosedive into the ridiculous.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Do tell.”

He turned to face you, his expression a mix of amusement and disbelief. “They started asking about you—how you’re doing and all that, which was fine. But then this one knobhead pipes up and goes, ‘Does she wear her clothes more than once?’”

You nearly choked on your tea, setting the mug down quickly. “Wait, what? They actually asked that?”

“Swear on me life,” he said, shaking his head. “Apparently, the press reckon you’re wearing something new every day and spending all me money on it.”

You just started laughing. “Oh my god. That is—what? Who even thinks of that?”

“I know.” he said, grinning now that you were in on the joke. “Told ’em we’ve got a washing machine, didn’t I? That shut ‘em up for a bit.”

You leaned back, clutching your stomach as the absurdity sank in. “This is gold. I really want to see what headline they come up with. Summat like… Shocking! Noel Gallagher’s girlfriend owns more than one pair of kecks!”

That set him off laughing. “Bang on, that. I’d bet me last quid they’ll write summat daft like that.”

Grabbing your phone, you started scrolling through some of the usual clickbait sites, searching for any fresh articles.

“Found it.” you said, holding the phone up. Noel leaned in to read over your shoulder.

The headline read: “Noel Gallagher Defends Girlfriend Over Lavish Spending Rumors: ‘We’ve Got a Washing Machine!’”

You both burst out laughing. “Oh my God, Noel,” you wheezed. “Would you have imagined, that one day you’d be clarifying that you own a bloody washing machine?”

“I’ve done some mad interviews in me time,” he said, catching his breath. “But this one? This is a new low for journalism.”

You were still laughing when you scrolled further down the article, but the humor faded as you spotted a particularly biting section. It was a line speculating that you might be using Noel for his money, complete with some snide quotes from “anonymous sources.”

Your laughter trailed off, and you set the phone down, biting your lip.

“What’s up?” Noel asked, noticing the shift in your mood.

You hesitated, then looked at him. “Do they really think that? That I’m some sort of gold digger?”

Noel’s expression hardened instantly. “Oi, don’t let that crap get in your head. They don’t know you. They don’t know us. It’s just noise.”

“But—”

“But nowt.” he interrupted, shifting closer and taking your hand in his. “Listen to me. You’ve got your own job, your own life. You’ve never taken a thing from me that you didn’t need or couldn’t give back tenfold. Anyone with half a brain can see that.”

You nodded, but the sting lingered. Noel, sensing that, squeezed your hand and softened his tone.

“Tell you what,” he said, leaning back and draping an arm around your shoulders. “Let me take you out tonight. Somewhere nice. No cooking, no cleaning—just us, yeah? You’ve probably had a long day as it is.”

You smiled despite yourself. “You don’t have to do that, Noel.”

“I know I don’t,” he said, grinning. “But I want to. Come on, let me spoil you a bit. And if the press wants to chat shit about it tomorrow, they can bloody well crack on.”

His words made you laugh again, the warmth returning to your chest. “Alright then.” you said.

As you arrived the two of you settled into a booth near the window, Noel immediately scanning the menu.

“This place alright, then?” he asked, glancing over at you.

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, it’s perfect.”

The two of you fell into easy conversation, but as you glanced out the window, something caught your eye—just a flicker of movement, the faint gleam of a camera lens.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” you muttered, turning back to Noel.

“What’s up now?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

You gestured subtly toward the window. “Look who’s decided to capture yet another outfit of mine.”

Noel followed your gaze and let out a low groan. “Bloody vultures. Can’t give it a rest, can they?”

You sighed, leaning closer to him, trying to make yourself smaller. “I just don’t want to give them owt to work with, you know?”

Noel turned to you, his expression softening as he sensed your nerves.

“Alright,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “If they want a show, let’s give ’em one.”

You blinked at him, confused. “What? Noel, what are you—”

Before you could finish your sentence, he leaned in, his hand sliding gently around the back of your neck as he kissed you, and it wasn’t just a quick peck to shut you up.

Your hands gripped his jacket, pulling him closer without even realizing it, as the kiss deepened. There was no space between you, no time to think about the press or the cameras or anything else.

When he finally pulled back, his face still inches from yours, you were both breathing harder, your cheeks flushed. Noel grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well,” he said, his voice low and rough, “now they’ve got summat better to put in the papers, don’t they?”

You snorted, shaking your head as you tried to catch your breath. “Oh, yeah, that’s gonna make a great headline: Shock! Noel Gallagher kisses his own fucking missus!”

He barked out a laugh, leaning back slightly but keeping his arm draped around you. “Not bad, but I'd add summat.”

“Oh? What’s that then?”

"“‘and they both look great while they’re at it.’” He winked, the grin on his face so proud you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Unbelievable.” you muttered, still laughing as you shoved him playfully.

“Oi, don’t knock it,” he said, feigning offense. “Just tellin’ it like it is.”

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big thanks to @ngmyfav for the request, hope you like it love !! (and the rest of ya lot too ofc) xx

[damonjuicyscock]

Playlist- Chapter 16: More Than A Woman (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff and some smut.

Words: 2240

Summary: June 1997, Las Vegas. Noel and Y/N finally get married.

A/N: Heya Y'all, I AM BACK ! Thank you for all your kind messages, I really appreciate it ! I feel much better now, and my little neck has healed. Here's chapter 16, I hope you'll like it, as per usual. See you next week for the next chapter. Then the chapter after it will be the epilogue. After finishing the fanfic, I'll start working on all your requests, and I have some. Some Damon juicy stuff (yes he will be back, I promised !) I also started brainstorming a bit on the Ville fanfic, but it'll come later in the year.

Take care of yourselves, lovies !

ENJOY !

(The man's here to serve cunt.)

"Oh, girl, I've known you very well I've seen you growing every day I never really looked before But now you take my breath away Suddenly you're in my life Part of everything I do You got me working day and night Just trying to keep a hold on you Here in your arms, I found my paradise My only chance for happiness And if I lose you now, I think I would die Oh, say you'll always be my baby, we can make it shine We can take forever, just a minute at a time More than a woman More than a woman to me More than a woman More than a woman to me"

June 5th 1997- Las Vegas:

After Oasis finished recording “Be Here Now”, Noel and I took some time for us. He took me on a trip to Ibiza, then we went back to town to see our families. Life slowly resumed its course, our spirits and my body healing. We stopped talking about having children for the time being. I just couldn't. I just couldn't. It was like a block. Because I knew I couldn't survive another loss like this one. My heart was still too fragile. And I knew Noel couldn’t too. Another loss like the one we had experienced would lead us to our own.

We were thinking about our wedding. We didn’t have a date yet. We were enjoying life as it was coming.

And in June 1997, we ended up having a trip to Las Vegas with some friends. Kate was present. And she made a suggestion that wasn’t bad but made us end up in a stressful situation.

It would be fun to see you both get married by Elvis.

I laughed.

Really, Elvis? Is it even considered as a real wedding?

It is ! That’s what funny about that.

I looked at Noel, he already was looking at me. I understood in his look that he was hyped by the idea of it. Then I looked back at Kate and started panicking.

Oh no no no no no no. I didn’t even buy my wedding dress! What are you both suggesting me to do here? Noel… did you tell Kate to talk to me about it?

He raised his hands up in the air innocently.

I didn’t ! I can’t deny the idea crossed me skull, but I wasn’t counting on it. He answered

Noel ! I have absolutely nothing with me, it's out of the question.

He lowered his head sadly. The thing was, it worked every time. I couldn't resist his puppy dog look.

Okay, okay… We’ll see later.

And I thought about it and gave up. I growled, before panicking again.

What the fuck are you two getting me into? All right, fine, we'll get married in Vegas. But where am I going to find a dress? I have absolutely nothing to wear!

Kate smiled.

I guess we found the right occasion to go shopping in Vegas darling.

I growled again.

For fuck’s sake… alright. Okay, but let’s find an address and I want to set my conditions.

Noel smiled widely.

Anything ye want.

We'll agree on an exact time and an exact place. You won't see my dress before the ceremony, I'll need time to choose it, I'll need time to do my hair and make-up. We're getting married, but I don't want a botched ceremony. Understood ? And where are we going to find witnesses?

Huh, hello, I’m here ? Kate answered

You of course Kate, but Noel ?

I’ll find.

Fucking hell, that’s unbelievable.

Yes it is, and while you keep saying this, your wedding dress keeps waiting for you. Kate adds

Noel smiled.

Go, I don’t want to see ye both until tonight 11, to this chapel. He answered, showing a chapel a few steps from us

Kate and I started walking, but Noel stopped us.

Oh and Y/N ?

What ? I said, turning back

I’m sure ye’ll be stunning no matter what. He answered smiling at me

I rolled my eyes at him before turning and blushing.

He’s so damn cheesy but cute ! I whispered to Kate, who started laughing

*

- Oh Y/N, look at this one ! Kate said

- Holy… Eww, are you trying to disguise me or summat? I'm not a cowgirl! It may be the American way, but it's definitely not mine!

Kate rolled her eyes.

Then what do you expect to be ? A princess ?

That’s… even worse. I just want something that looks a bit like… Oh ! This one looks good ! I answered, finally finding a dress

I took the dress and looked at it closely.

Doesn’t look bad yeah. It’s… simple. Kate answered, looking at it as well

It as of course a white dress, looking like a nightgown even though it wasn’t. Something simple and comfortable. With it, I picked a flower crown, full of white flowers. Last stop was a florist, where I bought a bouquet of white roses. Kate did the makeup, and at the moment I started taking care of my hair, I heard someone knock at the hotel room’s door. I opened it and was surprised by…

Peggy ?

Hello me sweet Y/N !

I hugged her.

Oh my God, what are you doing here ?

Well I heard you were getting married so I came.

But how… Oh. I see. Noel had been planning for a long time, hasn’t he ?

He has. I’m sorry he didn’t tell ye. He wanted to surprise ye.

Well he kept it a secret.

Someone knocked at the door again. I opened it and I immediately started to cry.

M-M-Mam ?

Hello my girl.

I hugged her, without letting go.

So he told you too ?

Yes, and he told your dad too.

Dad is here ?

Yes. He’s waiting with Noel at the chapel. He’s gonna be his “ bestman”. I wouldn’t miss my little girl’s wedding in any case.

And now you’ll have to redo my makeup… I said, chuckling

My mother smiled.

Oh I wouldn’t miss that. And I wouldn't miss the chance to curl your hair one last time before someone else does it for me. My little girl. My mother answered, tears in her eyes

That’s how my future mother-in-law and my own mother redid my makeup and curled my hair. I couldn’t believe Noel had been planning this behind my back. And so did Kate, because there was no doubt that she was in on it.

Mam, did you… feel I was going to marry Noel one day ?

Peggy and my mother looked at each other.

At the moment he entered your life, I knew it was him sweetheart.

And so did I. Peggy answered

You both say that as if we were meant to be.

But you were. You definitely were. Even when you broke up, I knew you would get back together. You can’t break this bond soulmates have.

*

At 11pm, Kate, Peggy, my mum and I were in front of the chapel.

Are you ready ? Kate asked

Since November 1983.

Are you sure you want to do it ? She pursued

Oh really now ?

Kate smiled

Just joking. Let’s go.

We entered the chapel. Noel was dressed normally, from behind, my father next to him, from the front, smiling at me. He came to me and walked me down the aisle.

You look beautiful darling.

Thank you dad.

And now’s the time I give your hand to someone else. I’m so proud of you and of what you’ve become.

Stop, I’m going to cry again.

In every case, you will. Don’t you think I cried during my wedding to your mother ? Everyone sees me as the hard guy, but just like Noel, I’m a marshmallow inside.

I chuckled.

I wouldn't have suspected it for a second.

We arrived near Noel, and he looked at me, his eyes sparkling. My dad gave my hand to Noel, and I took it, intertwining my fingers with his.

Ye’re the beautifulest missus I’ve ever seen. He said, smiling widerly

And I hate you.

Oh really ? Well, you've made that clear. That’s even why you’re in front of Elvis, here, today.

I hate being trapped.

Ye liar. Ye love surprises, I know it.

I chuckled.

You’re right, I love them. But it has been pretty stressful though.

Ye would have been more stressed in London.

And that’s true too.

The Elvis priest started his speech, and then we took our vows. I improvised mine, as I hadn't had time to prepare them. But that made it all the more moving, didn't it? Then came Noel’s vows.

Okay, hum… Oh, girl, I've known you very well, I've seen you growing every day, I never really looked before, But now you take my breath away…

My mouth was agape.

Are you actually quoting the Bee Gees ? I said, laughing

Shh, shut up. So I was saying…

I burst out of laughter. His vows were lyrics from More Than a Woman. Actually, it was cute. And original. I loved it.

To nobody’s surprise, we both said yes to each other, Elvis singing “Love me Tender” while we were kissing. We took some pictures, alone and with our families before ending up in a limo driving us to the Airport, knowing Noel had a gig in New York the day after.

*

At the second I closed the Limousine’s door and sat beside my now husband, he latched his lips on mine.

I love ye… He said, pulling away

And so do I, mister Gallagher. But I still hate you.

But you married me, mrs Gallagher.

I couldn’t believe my ears. I was Y/N Gallagher.

why wasn't Liam there?

He couldn’t, soz.

It's true that I would have liked him and another of my witnesses to be there. But I have to admit that... it was the most beautiful and thrilling surprise you've ever given me.

Noel kissed me again, slowly at first. But it quickly turned into a passionate kiss. His hands began to explore my body, settling on my hips and tapping them. I knew what he wanted, and I was about to give him.

I pulled my dress up to my thighs and hovered him, kissing him again, our tongues dancing together in a sensual and passionate kiss.

I want ye… He said

Oh yeah ? Right here ?

No one will know…

So I unbuttoned his trousers, and opened his boxers, and started grinding on his hardness, while grabbing his lips again with mine. Noel slipped his hand under my dress, finding my wetness and realising at the same time that I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Mrs Gallagher… ye’re driving me mad…

Mad ? Or mad fer it ?

Both…

He started kissing me again, Teasing my entrance with his length and plunged into me.

We both moaned in unison. Noel let me get adjusted to his size, whimpering.

Fuck… I love ye Y/N.

My response was a smile and a caress on his cheek.

I started rolling my hips against his, feeling him deeper in me.

Noel gripped my hips, looking at me with love and lust in his eyes.  This same look I was used to. This look I always saw when we were making love. It’s like he was admiring me, as if I was his eighth wonder.

As I kept moving, I brought our climaxes closer.

And if you asked me, I would never have thought that one day I was going to make love with Noel in a limo.

Fuck Y/N…

Oh God, I love you too Noel…

He bit his lower lip, his face contorsionning with pleasure.

Come on me love… You can let it all go…

And that was what was needed to me to be thrown over the edge. I was a trembling mess, head thrown back in pleasure as I came undone, his name on my lips. He followed shortly after, my name on his.

We just kept like this, kissing and hugging until we arrived at the airport.

Let a new adventure begin, Mrs Gallagher.

Yeah. Let a new adventure begin…

Are ye okay ?

Yeah, I was just thinking about your vows. You literally quoted the Bee Gees. I loved it.

I did because the lyrics mean a lot to me. They really describe what I feel fer ye. What ye mean to me. I know how to write a love song, but the lyrics are beyond what I can do. You are more than a woman to me. You are strong, a warrior, my sarcastic little shit, my lover, and the love of my life. I can’t see meself living without ye.

I smiled widely and kissed him.

There, these are vows.

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Bathroom Rendezvous- Damon Albarn

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summary: your friends drag you out to a club and a certain brit caught your eyes.

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

a/n: was kinda inspired by the song ‘bathroom’ by montell fish :)

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the stench of sweat and alcohol hit me as soon as i walked inside the club. my friends forced me out of my apartment to ‘get out there’. they dragged me towards the bar, wasting no time to get drunk. i hesitantly did shots with them, not really in the mood to get black out drunk. i was tipsy when they decided to move onto the dance floor. i stuck with one of my friends as the other ones went to find someone to dance with. we danced crazily to whatever song was playing, laughing at our antics. the second i closed my eyes, she got dragged away by some guy. once i opened them, i was alone on the dance floor. i stopped dancing as a small frown appeared on my face. i took that as my cue to go sit down and wait until they’re ready to leave. i plopped down into a empty booth, dropping my head down onto the table.

“y/n! why are you sitting down? come dance!” one of my friends shouted at me.

i looked up to see a girl glued to her side, sweaty from the dancing they did.

“i don’t know, i think i’m good here.”

“party pooper!” the random girl called out.

i furrowed my eyebrows at her, a tiny bit of hatred flowing through my veins.

my friend just laughed at her statement and led them away. i just watched them with a look on my face that quickly disappeared once my eyes landed on someone. his gorgeous face was highlighted by the lights, his blond hair shining bright. he quite literally took my breath away since i breathed in a shuddered breath.

he must’ve felt someone staring at him cause he began scanning the club, eyes landing on mine. he flashed the greatest smile i’ve ever seen at me. i softly began to smile but immediately realized i’ve been caught staring. i averted my eyes and stared at my fingers instead. part of me hoped he wouldn’t come over but the other wanted him to. i looked back up to where he was and saw he was gone. i mentally panicked, scooting out of the booth and booking it towards the bar. i ordered 3 shots, downing them in seconds. the bartender stared at me in shock as the alcohol smoothly went down my throat. i slapped money on the counter and thanked the woman before heading to the dance floor.

i shoved my way past the sweaty bodies to reach the middle of the floor. my body just began moving on its own, dancing along to the song. i was too focused on myself that i didn’t feel a certain someone’s eyes on me. after the blond man noticed i was staring at him, he already knew he wanted to meet me. he thought it was a perfect time to go once i broke eye contact, but when i noticed he wasn’t in his original spot i left. he followed me to the bar, getting stuck behind some big guys before reaching the stools. i was already in the middle of the dance floor when he stood there. his beautiful eyes scanned the crowd and as soon as he saw me, he didn’t hesitate to make his way over. he shoved and squeezed through people before finally stopping behind me. he watched as i danced like no one was watching.

i jumped a bit when i felt a hand on my shoulder, i turned my head to make eye contact with the man. my mouth slightly parted, in disbelief that he was in front of me.

“sorry if i scared you!” he shouted over the music.

“don’t worry about it! i’m very jumpy at little things!” i laugh.

his heart fluttered at the sound of my laughter.

“i noticed you staring at me earlier!”

“oh-uh..sorry about that! you’re just really pretty!” i blurted out, face becoming red at my words.

“well, i can say the same about you!” he reaches up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

i nervously bit my lip, face incredibly red.

“wanna dance?” he asked, extended his hand out.

i only nodded before taking his hand. he began leading the dance, getting lost in the music. i smiled at his moves before i began dancing.

the alcohol began taking over so i took a leap of faith and turned around to grind on him. i immediately felt his hands grip my hips, somewhat guiding me. i threw my head back to rest on his shoulder, leaving an open opportunity for him to kiss my neck. the feeling of his soft lips against my skin was enough to make me lightly moan. i would’ve been embarrassed but i heard him moan back. my stomach erupted into flames, my body craving this random man.

“fuck…i know we just met but let’s take this to the bathroom, hm?” his hot breath fanned over my ear.

i couldn’t muster up the strength to speak so i nodded. he quickly took my hand in his and led us to the bathrooms. luckily no one was near as we snuck into the women’s bathroom, going into the farthest stall from the door. the bright lights shined into his face, exposing more of his beautiful features that i wouldn’t have noticed out in the dark club.

“wait, i’m sorry but i never introduced myself.” he chuckled nervously.

“i’m damon.” he stuck out his hand.

“y/n.” i shook his rough yet soft hand.

“such a pretty name for a pretty girl.” he bit his lip, moving closer to me.

his bright colored eyes stared into mine before he finally connected our lips. they were softer than i’d imagine, moving perfectly in time with mine. my hand snaked to the back of his neck to push him deeper into the kiss. he wrapped his arms around my waist and brought me closer to him.

he pushed me against the wall, one of his hands moving to grab my thighs. he guided my leg up and i took it as a sign to wrap it around his waist. i felt his fingers tickle my skin as they hike under my dress, towards the one spot i’m craving him at. he doesn’t tease me and goes straight to the point, dipping his hand into my underwear. i moaned into his mouth at the feeling of his cold fingertips.

“so wet for me, baby. jump.” he mumbled onto my mouth.

i obeyed and jumped as he caught the back of my thighs to wrap my legs around his waist.

“damon…please..” i normally don’t beg this early but having the most attractive man ever making out with me like this excuses the behavior.

he wastes no time to unbutton his pants, struggling to shimmy them down his legs with one hand.

“your top..take it off..” he moans out.

i reach to slide the straps of my dress down my arms, struggling to unzip the zipper. damon saw me struggle so he decided to help, reaching one hand to unzip me. in a blink of an eye, the top to my dress falls and pools around my waist. i swore i heard him inhale sharply while staring at my bare chest. he uses his free hand to squeeze a boob, making me hum out in approval. he massages it, even going to pinch the nipple and tug it. he leaned down to kiss my neck, his kisses sloppy and he focuses on my boobs. he switches back and forth with his free hand, giving both boobs attention.

i rest my head against the wall, softly moaning out as he marks my neck. he trails his lips farther down my neck and chest until he got ahold of my boob. i let out an embarrassing loud moan as he sucked, nipping it lightly with his teeth. i heard him unbuckle his belt, feeling him shimmy as he tries to pull his pants and boxers down enough. i instantly felt his hard on against my thigh, his pre cum spreading on my skin. his long fingers toyed with my soaked underwear, teasing as he rubs me through the fabric. i tug on his hair and moan quietly, signaling him to stop the teasing. he smirks against my boob, pulling away to catch some breaths. he had the goofiest (not in a bad way) smile on his face while his chin was covered in his own saliva.

“you’re so cute.” i giggle, leaning to him to press a quick kiss to his plump lips.

i swore i saw him blush a little before he dropped his head to hide his smile. the cute moment was cut short when a loud bang echoed the bathroom, followed by loud laughter. my eyes widen in fear, hoping none of them came to the back stall.

“be a good girl and stay quiet for me, okay?” he whispered.

i had no time to react before i felt him slowly insert himself inside me. i didn’t even notice him move my underwear out the way either. i quietly gasp out, the feeling of him stretching me out made me tremble. he looks up at me through his eye lashes, watching my face as he slowly starts to thrust.

i bit my lip as i try to contain my moans. he starts to speed up his thrusts as his blond hair falls onto his face, bouncing with every hit. i mutter a soft ‘fuck’ as i threw my head back. i definitely hit my head a bit but i didn’t care as i was too immersed in the pleasure. he placed sloppy kisses onto my jawline, marking my neck area even more than it needs to be. i closed my eyes and it felt like my brain shut off for a moment as i let out a quiet moan. my eyes shot open before slapping a hand onto my mouth.

“what’d i say? is it too good that you can’t keep shut?” he whispered against my skin.

he snaked his hand up to mouth and left it there, letting my hand go back to his shoulder.

he left a strong grip on my face to keep me quiet, becoming more confident in thrusting harder and faster. i don’t know how but the girls who entered didn’t acknowledge the echoed sound of skin slapping. i didn’t care about keeping my moans as i let them all out against damon’s hand. i heard some slip past his lips too, causing me to clench around him.

“oh fuck, do that again, baby.” he groaned.

i obeyed and clenched again, watching as he throws his head back. i remove his hand from my mouth and take my turn to go and mark his neck, biting and sucking all over.

“you’re so fucking beautiful…” he slightly whimpered.

i physically felt my knees go weak and my head get fuzzy. that emerged this deep feeling in my stomach, signaling me that i’m close to cumming. i pull away from his neck and bring our lips together.

“shit dames, do that again..” i beg.

“do what?”

“whimper…”

i felt his hips stutter once i said that word. for a second i thought he wasn’t going to do it but he quietly began whimpering against my lips. i furrow my eyebrows and moan out as i listen to the sounds emerging from him. i once again go for his hair and tangle my fingers all up in it, tugging at it slightly to earn more noises.

“i think i’m gonna cum..” i softly cry out.

his hips sped up once he registered my sentence, hand even going to my clit to approach my release even quicker.

i let out a string of curse words as i feel like my release coming hard. with one more last semi-quiet moan of damon’s name, i came all over his dick. the sound of his name slipping past my lips and the feeling of me cumming sent him over the edge. he moaned out against my lips, hips coming to an abrupt halt. his cum spurted all inside me, filling me up nicely. we stood there for a minute catching our breaths, waiting for our heart rates to lower. we were absolute messes, covered in a coat of slick sweat, lips swollen from kissing, necks all purple and red, hair frizzled. he eventually slowly pulled out, the feeling of his cum dripping down my thighs make me bite my lip. he awkwardly bent down to grab some toilet paper to clean us up, tossing it in the toilet before flushing.

“do you think you’re okay to stand?”

“i should be.” i chuckle, overconfident in myself.

i unwrapped my legs from his waist before he slowly set me down onto my feet. i stood there for a few seconds before my legs became jelly and i nearly fell to the ground. he quickly caught me in his arms, helping me onto the toilet seat.

“maybe not.” he chuckled.

i slid my dress back on, damon helping with the zipper.

“do you think those girls are gone?” i whisper.

“uh, i’m not sure. i didn’t hear anyone leaving.” he tried to peek through the cracks.

“i’ll go out there and signal you if they’re gone.” he nodded at me.

i manage to get up, wobbly making my way out the stall. to my first judgement, it seems like the bathroom was completely empty but i had to double check. i bent down to see if anyone was hiding in the stalls but they were all vacant. no one stood by the sinks or mirrors either, which definitely surprised me.

“we’re all good.” i call out.

he swiftly emerges from the stall, the sweaty glow illuminating off his skin. we quickly made ourselves presentable, washing off our faces and smoothing out our hairs. and for our hickies, we just prayed the club was too dark to notice anything. i left the bathroom first to make sure no one was near. when i saw it was clear enough for damon to sneak out, i knocked three times. he quickly slipped out the bathroom, clearing his throat and smoothing out his shirt to act like nothing happened.

“so uh, what now?” i ask, knowing that this’ll end by splitting ways and never seeing each other again.

“we either continue to dance or we go a get some food. what sounds good to you?” he snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. i smile at his response and action, a tiny part of me starting to fall for him.

“hmm, i am pretty hungry for some burgers and fries.”

“burgers and fries it is then.”

we began heading towards the exit, shoving our way past people. i searched around the club in hopes of seeing my friends so i can at least tell one of them that i’ll be leaving.

“damon! dude, we were looking for you!” a guy stepped in front of us.

“oh sorry, man. i’m-uh..i’m gonna leave alright?”

“leave where? who’s this?” the man asked.

“for some food. and this is y/n. y/n this is alex, my best friend.”

“well acquainted already i see.” he points to our necks.

i blush madly, realizing that in fact the club was not dark enough.

“ha ha, now fuck off man. i’ll see you tomorrow.” he jokingly rolls his eyes at him.

he leads us our the door, the chilly air hitting my skin. i instantly start to shiver a bit, craving the warmth of anything. damon pulls me closer to him once he realizes that i’m freezing.

“y/n?!” i hear a familiar voice call out.

i turn around to see one of my other friends about to walk in the club with a man to her side.

“hey! i was looking for you guys. i wanted to let you know i’m leaving.”

she eyes damon, probably making sure he isn’t a bit off. a small smile appears on her lips as she turns back to me, assuming she thinks he’s safe.

“alrighty then, i’ll tell the others.”

“thank you so much. love you, bye.” i kiss her cheek.

she began her walk back inside but turned her head to shout at us.

“don’t forget to use protection kids!”

we both laugh at her words, knowing damn well we didn’t use any earlier. we finally find damon’s car, quick to get inside and escape the cold air. he starts up his car and lets it warm up before driving off towards our burger date. one of our many burger dates.