#damon albarn blurb

[stxrshxpxd]

🍻 fic friday;

a familiar face

90s damon albarn x reader

damon fan, reader singer, flirty

”Now there’s a familiar face,” I said and scanned his body up and down as I approached him. He smiled under his choppy fringe and blushing cheeks.

“Big fan?” I teased and sat down next to him in the bar. He had followed me and my band to the nearest pub after the show tonight, during which he was eyeing me the whole time. He had actually been to several of our shows the last few months. I was probably supposed to be wary for my safety, but I was pretty sure I could take him in a fight. Besides, the look in his eyes was much closer to affection than violence anyway.

“You’re a great band,” he mumbled with a nod of the head. I held in a chuckle and settled for a small grin.

“Listen. I would act humble and introduce myself to make you tell me your name, but I think you know mine.”

“Damon,” he laughed softly and held out his warm hand, which I shook.

“This is the part where I say ‘that’s a pretty name’ right?”

“No, I think it’s the part where I insist that I could be ‘Your Lover For The Night’.”

He quoted our debut single title back to me with a mock smirk and I couldn’t keep from rolling my eyes along with my laughter.

“Oh, I’ve neeever heard that one before,” I teased and twirled my drink around in my hand, trailing my eyes down his lanky body.

“Tell me what line would work then,” Damon continued and I smiled quietly back at him. He looked a bit nervous to be talking to me but was hiding it well.

“Generally a couple minutes of begging works for the other guys,” I joked cruelly. Damon chuckled and dropped his head, letting his fringe hang and allowing me a moment to inspect his profile. He sure was prettier than most of the other guys.

“I’ll gladly rave about how gorgeous you are,” he said boldly as he glanced back up at me again. This time it was my turn to blush lightly and I had to break eye contact for a moment. I looked down at my still sweaty body sitting on the bar stool beneath me, glancing at my leather clad legs and my half visible chest under my thin tank top. I quickly gained my usual confidence back.

“Tell me in the restroom over there,” I ordered with my strong gaze meeting his again and my sly grin painting my lips. I swallowed the last sip of my drink and hooked my finger into the collar of his t-shirt, slipping off my stool and pulling him with me.

[damonfuckingalbarn]

Hi strangers, I’m feeling ✨inspired✨ can you send me requests/ideas that I can write short little blurbs about please🙏🏻

[remersgf]

- masterlist ❣️

smut: 💥

fluff: 🫧

doug remer:

💥hazy

🫧remer taking care of drunk!reader blurb

🫧💥remer headcanons

💥please

💥remer going down on you blurb

🫧remer x reader on the team headcanons

🫧remer getting the silent treatment headcanons

🫧💥remer with a size kink headcanons

🫧drunk!remer x reader blurb

💥sucking remer off blurb

💥watching remer masturbate blurb

💥fill ‘er up!

🫧remer taking care of sick!reader headcanons

💥perv!remer blurb

🫧remer with a goth!gf headcanons

matt stone:

💥birthday boy

💥his toy

💥voyeur!matt blurb

stan marsh:

💥pc stan marsh nsfw headcanons

💥pc stan marsh age gap blurb

🫧sleeping positions with pc stan marsh

🫧pc stan marsh dating with an age gap headcanons

💥showing up to pc stan marsh’s house blurb

🫧going to the liquor store with pc stan marsh blurb

damon albarn:

💥pretty thing

💥the best

💥damon albarn nsfw alphabet

💥tease

💥caught

💥jealous

[myir0nlung]

INTRODUCTION

luca, 5teen, any pronouns, bi, side blog, spidey fan, music lover, 90’s obsessed loser

hi. sometimes i write, mostly about spiderman, once in a while about something else. i have a horrible habit of writing small blurbs (and really bad story’s). Ask me a question or request something, I promise I don’t bite! :)

pfp is damon albarn from blur/gorillaz, name is inspired by the song “my iron lung” by radiohead

[ssupersonicc]

like a virgin — d.a

♡ pairing — damon albarn x fem!reader

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

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

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

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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[stopeatingwhales]

nighttime walks blurb x damon albarn

i figured because its my birthday today (june 23rd) and i haven’t posted in a couple days, i’d give you guys this little blurb thingy that i wrote a while back! i’ve edited a little bit to fit the idea and i absolutely adore this concept so i hope you like it! <3

Paring: 1999 damon albarn x reader

Warnings: nothing :)

Word count: 683

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Carefully, my feet grazed over the delicate sand as my body got lost within the atmosphere. The empyrean shone over my figure - trapping me in such a euphoric state my limbs were numbed, numbed with the sensation of life. Opening my eyes to sights like these can only be such a grace. The sun elegantly began its departure from my vision - forming a ceiling of magnificent shades of pink and orange, the slight warming contrast between the two colours created a sight only one's imagination could try to express. Mountainous regions framed the miles of acreage surrounding me. The concept of time was long gone; it felt as if this moment was being held onto, grabbed ahold, forever. My eyes got lost in the scenery, the sand so soft it felt like I was levitating. The hasty breeze passed over me, my arms were extended from my figure in an acute angle, my head graciously fell back as I deeply took in everything at once. None of this felt real, reality was playing with my mind like the blanket of wind engulfing my corpse. The sounds of Damon’s shoes sinking into the sand behind me rang in my ears - once he stopped the air felt dry. 

“How’s that,” Damon said, inhaling his cigarette, his eyes enraptured with the wondrous physique of the skies. “Such a lovely view.”

Subconsciously nodding my head at his response, I turned my head to look at him, my arms falling back to my sides. The wind howled over me and Damon, resulting in us both squinting due to the grains of sand whirling around our eyes. I started to admire him, the soft, balmy shades of the earth’s atmosphere painted him more beautiful than one man could’ve ever been, regardless of the agonisingly painful year this has been. 

Damon had been having a rough time with his band for a couple months - especially with Graham. It seemingly felt as if they were sick and tired of each other, perhaps due to their extremely long lasting friendship. Nevertheless, Damon began getting worse, mentally, and it was taking a toll on not only him, but me. I had decided to get us both plane tickets somewhere abroad, helping us both get rid of the negativity engraved in our minds. It was our first day here and I could already tell he was getting better. 

“You’re so beautiful.” I mumbled, deeply inhaling the smoke that had escaped his mouth. His eyes shifted to me as our gazes interlocked, the silence shared between us so prominent I was able to taste it on my tongue. 

“I’m not.” he answered, taking another, long drag from his roll of tobacco. I sighed and grabbed his arm, connecting both our sides together. My eyes continued to wander on his face, the little stubble that had been growing for a couple days, his jawline, his beautiful complexion. He ignored my stare completely, until my fingers came into contact with his jaw and forced his eyes onto mine.

“Damon, do you honestly think I’d be lying to you?” I said, emphasising the word lying, as annoyance was notable in my words. “I just wish you could see how I see you, see what a gorgeous human being you really are.” I mumbled, my hands now fiddling with the sides of his billowy blue shirt.

Simply smiling, he chucked the cigarette out of his hand, cupping my cheeks. I pouted at him faintly, the destructive sounds of the waves crashing echoing throughout our ears. I felt his body lean in, as I watched his head cock to the side, resulting in our lips intertwining. His lips felt cold, chapped in remorse, coarse in melancholy. His mouth tasted like the worn-down cigarette he had merely seconds ago attached to his lips, attracting me more and more to his natural born allurement. Once our lips had detached, my eyes were once again connected with his dreamy orbs. A delicate smile was plastered onto my lip as realisation washed over me - I loved this man more than I could ever love. 

[its-real]

They dont need a light show to show how much they rock!

Splur, considered to be the greatest (and only) band in Ooo, consists of the members Flame Prince (first name Graham), Damon the Human, Alex Abadeer and Banana Dave (not pictured).

[piovascosimo]

blur, 1992?

[explorerof-theunknown]

I got a .zip file of all the Blurb fanzines and these are great this is like my tumblr dash before tumblr existed lmao

[ay0nha]

FICS I ADORE

These are my personal favorite fics, I add as I read/reread so it's always in progress. I've organized it by fandom, so I might have more than what you came for! Thank you to all of these amazing writers for sharing your work!

*smut included but not marked*

GLADIATOR:

Maximus Decimus Meridius

@wildsaltair, Tender Fires

Lucius Verus Aurelius

To be added!

MARVEL:

Bucky Barnes

@scrumptious-delusion​​​​, Treacherous

@brunchable, drabble, I don't want you like a best friend

@caplanbuckybarnes, Cold Kisses

@collaredsoldat, Shower Suds

Stephen Strange

@boop-le-snoot​​​, year after year

@eviesaurusrex​​, Personal Doctor 

THE LAST OF US:

Joel Miller

@from-the-clouds​, moonlight on the river, savior complex, texas sun

@luveline​, Request

@nexusnyx​, imagine being loved by me

@grippingbeskar​, duality

Tommy Miller

@themysticssdream​, Chasing a Rumor, Cherry Pie, Sweet Like Honey

SUCCESSION:

Kendall Roy

@from-the-clouds, Thinking of a Place, lost in the fire

@nyheartbreak​, when will you realize vienna waits for you? 

Roman Roy

@bowieandqueen11​, Request, Kiss Me

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

Nanami Kento

@gardenofnoah , turn me like a beast/hold you to the floor

@itsfairly​, 10:22pm

@sxttoruu​, blurb

@benzywenzymeowmeow, look around

Satoru Gojo

@itadores , the sanctity of a name

@saetoru , best of the best

@xythlia​, Can I Get a Kiss, Can you Make it Last Forever?

@rukunas​, blurb

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat, you are somebody that i want to keep

ONE PIECE:

Buggy

@plutoswritingplanet​, You Started It

@gingernut1314​, The Agreement

@wood-white-writer​, Didn’t mean to make your heart Blue

Sanji

@vulturelined​, nsfw drabble

@togenabi​, Apothecary Diaries

Shanks

@short-honey-badger​, Phantom Pain

@undiscovered-horizon​, A Sharp Tongue

@hiddndaydreams​, Confession

MISCELLANEOUS:

Officer K (Blade Runner)

@hederasgarden​, Interlinked

Carlisle Cullen (Twilight)

@pinchofhoney​, the broken self

Boyd "Bible" Swan (Fury)

@applsauss, Misery

 Damon Albarn (Britpop/Gorillaz)

@lundenloves​​​​, Platforms

[damonalbarn]

INT: The report also stated that you were spitting beer into the audience.

DAMON: Well I do that every night anyway. They love it. I like the idea of lots of girls covered in... erm...

INT: As much bodily fluid of yours as possible?

DAMON: Yeah. They seem to like it.

Blurb Magazine, N° 2, 1995.

[stxrshxpxd]

🌷 fic friday;

bad dream

90s damon albarn x reader,, angst + make up

It was a slow sunday afternoon, alone in my studio flat. I was listening to a mixtape my friend had made me for my birthday, and was trying not to think about the lyrics Jeff Buckley was singing at me. I hated, from the bottom of my heart, that Damon had ruined so much good music for me. In the last few months I had realised how many of my favourite musicians only ever really sang about heartbreak.

About four months ago Damon and I had gotten into a massive fight. We both were quick to act up about stuff, but this time was different. We hadn’t resorted to angry make up sex or a soppy hug and kiss. Damon had stormed out of my place and I had stayed. All night I had laid, in and out of sleep, replaying all our words and getting angry all over again. A week passed and we didn’t see each other, but I heard about him through our mutual friends – that was another thing I had realised; I had no friends that weren’t also friends with Damon – and by the end of the week the gossip that had gotten to me was that we had broken up.

I was furious for a month, then I was sad for a month, then I thought I was over it for a month and then another month of sadness came. And here came a knock at the door.

“Yeah?” I called over Jeff’s writhing. Friends came and went as they pleased a lot around my place. There was no answer for a while and then the door opened carefully. Looking up from my slouched pose on my couch, I was shocked to see Damon standing in the middle of the room.

“I had a really bad dream.”

I didn’t know if I wanted to yell or cry or laugh.

“At four in the afternoon?” I laughed but didn’t smile. I stood up and walked right past him, making a point to not look at him or smell him. It was to no avail; the whole place already smelled like him again, when his scent had only just about faded from the wallpaper. I turned the music off, filling the air with heavy silence.

“No, I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“Well, mommy’s here,” I joked viciously, walking past Damon again and sitting down on the couch. Fuck, his scent was still weaved into the blanket under me. He ignored my attitude and he looked down at his dirty socks. He resembled a dog drenched in shame. He also looked very good, his hair having grown about two inches and a new, short stubble scratching the fabric of his dark blue hood.

“I dreamt that you had died. And for a minute when I woke up I thought it was real.”

It felt like everything inside me spilled out of my pores and I couldn’t move my legs. There was so much hurt in his voice.

“I woke up kind of sobbing. And um…”

Damon looked up and around the room. Then he closed his eyes and talked faster.

“It made me realise how fucking much I’ve got left that I wanna do with you. And I didn’t want the last thing I ever did to you to be yelling and slamming a door in your face.”

While he talked I regained mobility in my legs and I sat further out on the edge of the couch.

“What would you want the last thing you do to me to be?” I asked quietly and stood up. He accepted me standing close to him and I felt myself getting high off his scent again.

“Apologise,” Damon muttered and poked around in the air between us for my hand. His finger hooked around mine at last. He looked up as I grimaced and shook my head.

“Try again,” I mumbled. Damon smiled ever so slightly and grabbed my whole hand.

“Kiss you?”

He leaned in impulsively.

“That’s better,” I laughed softly and accepted his kiss. It felt like four months worth of kisses washing over me and I couldn’t think straight for a long moment.

“Now can I apologise?” Damon purred and I kissed him again with a wide smile.

[stylecouncil]

the blur and oasis blurbs in that are particularly funny because it’s like he says so much but also says absolutely nothing. what about damon albarns stupid school uniform was captivating to you.

[ddearpercocet]

when damon albarn reads a book do you.reckon he reads the blurb

[ssupersonicc]

sometimes — d.a

♡ pairing — damon albarn x fem!reader

♡ summary — poor damon can’t help but to settle between y/n’s thighs — so eager to please her with his mouth.

♡ includes — sexual content, pwp, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, there’s a smidge of sub!damon in this

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

She watched him, his eyes gazing at her bare skin, strong palms grabbing at the thickness of her thighs and he spread them wider, staring at the way her heat contracted around nothing.

“Look so pretty, sweetheart.” His words came out in a low rumble and he sponged a kiss to her belly - all open-mouthed and eager to press his mouth against the plushy skin. “Just the thought of having my head between these thighs of yours makes me so hard.”

And he almost whined when her fingers grasped at his hair, weaving her fingers through and tugging softly at the roots. She was blushing - the roundness of her cheeks painted thick with a flush and it tinged her heaving chest when he let out a small moan against the soft flesh of her hip.

“Gonna let me taste you, love?” He gazed at her from under thick lashes, and they fluttered shut when he suckled at a patch of flesh on her inner thigh. “Wanna make you cum so badly.”

She nodded, pressing the heels of her palms against his broad shoulders, urging him to do what he so desperately wanted.

“Wanna hear you, poppet.” He breathed, “you tell me and I’m all yours.”

“Want your mouth so bad” She bucked her hips up, a warm, shaking palm traveling the nape of his neck before resting against his cheek, eager to feel his tongue. “Make me cum, Damon.”

His eyes had turned deep, and his irises flared - pooling with desperation from his lusty intentions. Hell, he was extremely eager to please her.

And he pressed one last kiss to her thigh before spreading her folds with a thumb and forefinger, a free hand held firmly against her tummy.

His tongue licked a thick stripe up the length of her slit, suckling her clit between his lips - flicking her ever-throbbing nub with the tip of his tongue before pressing the muscle flat against her pussy.

His nose bumped crudely against her clitoris when he licked at her entrance - easing his tongue inside of her and thrusting his jaw harshly, wanting to go deeper; wanting so desperately to earn her eager pleas and whines. And he groaned hotly against her, a needy moan tumbled from her puffy, kiss-bitten lips and his ears perked up when he heard her breathy gasps - eyes fluttering shut when she uttered his name in the stuffy air.

“Taste so good, darling.” His words were muffled and wet when they left his lips in a struggle — tongue still thrusting into her entrance and she grasped at the little hairs at the nape of his neck, lifting his chin with grasping fingers and a breathy moan.

“Use your fingers.” Her bottom lip was reddened by the constant biting of her teeth, and he licked his lips at the sight, her arousal sliding down his chin, glistening and crude. “I want your fingers inside me, too.”

She was exasperated, breathing large puffs of air and she clutched desperately at one of his hands, fingers sliding through his in a strong grip, only tightening once she felt two, long digits slide into her with no restriction. Her walls fluttered around the intrusion — urging him to go deeper and he breathed hot air against her engorged clit before greedily suckling it into his awaiting mouth.

She couldn’t help but to squeal slightly when the tips of his fingers had found that special spot inside her, harshly pressing and massaging it, earning hooded eyes and flushing cheeks and an all too knowing smirk from Damon in response. His fingers felt wonderful, slowing and speeding so delectably, and the way his mouth moved against her was just as delicious — she praised him with trailing hands that stroked his cheeks and tangled in his hair.

“So good at this, m’love.” She moaned loudly, her throat constricted, turning it into a rather broken mewl and she swallowed thickly at the sight of the thrusting of his jaw and how he swallowed her trickling juices. “Fingers feel so lovely.”

She sighed hotly into the thick air around them and she could feel that long-anticipated orgasm start to build in the pit of her tummy — hips bucking up into his face when he stimulated her clit with a harsh pucker of his reddened lips.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” Her fingers tightened in his hair, the vibrations his words had made against her were heavenly. “Cum in my mouth, pretty bird.”

Her stomach clenched, and her thighs clamped around his head, keeping him so desperately in place. A long, drawn-out moan had fallen from stuttering lips once she had started to cum, and a whine left his throat at the sight of his girl — all sweaty and accumulated with after-shocks.

“Oh, god.” she writhed against his touch, her pussy tingling out of sensitivity and she pushed at him, pawing at his shoulders. She was so overstimulated, but sated and extremely satisfied and he stared up at her with big eyes, sponging open-mouthed kisses to her thighs, leaving a trail of her own arousal in his wake.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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[dilf-luvr-4evr]

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