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[so-much-for-stardust6]

Sauna- Damon Albarn

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

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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]

“you taste so good”

pairing: 90s damon albarn x reader

warnings: halloween fic. smut featuring blood!!!

word count: 2k

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

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

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

“I’m okay.”

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, it’s been a lifetime! Gosh!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You taste so good.”

[killersfool]

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

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

[unearthmyburiedheart]

"I Want This So Much"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[philcollinsenjoyer]

it's genuinely mad watching blur to the end the extent to which they do not fuck with alex at all i'm not imagining a fake thing it's real at one point right at the beginning alex says about the reunion yeah i mean i never hear from albarn and coxon i heard more from downing street in the past 10 years than from them but i guess once we've reunited done a few concerts we just go back to our own stuff it's no biggie and 30 seconds later graham says yeah me and damon talk all the time cause we're in love

[roomeight]

Transcript of the 1996 Loveline episode with Blur when Graham Coxon makes a joke about raping a 16-year-old. Thank you to @kattdotter for the audio clip. (Source)

Female caller (Shanti): I have a problem. I'm 16 and I'm going out with this guy, but I'm sleeping with his brother.

Adam Corolla: How old is he?

Caller: The guy I'm sleeping with or the guy I'm going (dating) with?

Adam: Both of them.

Caller: The guy I'm going with is 16, the guy I'm going with is 17.

Adam: So you're going with one guy, but sleeping with his brother?

Band member (Dave?): So you're not sleeping with the first one?

Adam: Aw, that's a doubly whammy isn't it? I mean, isn't it? Can you imagine? Cause not only is she having sex with someone else, but you're not getting any.

Alex or Dave(?): I know, what if he finds out? And how annoyed he's gonna be?

Adam: it's gonna be horrible. But why are you doing this?

Caller: Because he's not ready. My boyfriend's not ready but his brother's willing to do it. There's no commitment.

Adam: His brother sounds like a hell of a guy, bailing you two out that way. A young couple in need—he'll lend his penis to the cause. What a guy!

Dave: He'll call him [undiscernable dialogue] balls.

Adam: What do you mean, is he saying he's not ready?

Caller: Yes.

Adam: You are trying to have sex with this 16-year-old boy?

Caller: Yes.

Adam: He is saying, 'I'm not ready to have this sex,' and his brother is stepping in and saying, 'oh hold on a minute wait don't pull your pants up.'

Caller: Yeah, sort of.

Adam: Are you planning on telling him?

Caller: Not soon.

Adam: Well what do you want to do?

Caller: I don't know!

Adam (turning to Blur): Alright, what do you guys want her to do? What do you want to do?

Graham: I'd rape him.

Adam: You'd rape the 16 year old who's not ready for sex?

Graham: Yep.

Some band member: She's cheating—

Adam: What kind of hell sound advice is that? You wouldn't rape him, I mean you personally if you were Shanti (caller).

Graham: Ehm, I don't know what I'd do.

Adam: Would you tell?

Graham: I'd move to another state.

Adam: (to Graham) Would you tell, would you tell the brother then?

Graham: Yeah, I'd let them have a good fight over me.

- Loveline w/Blur, 1996 (audio clip)

[cohendyke]

like actually imagine contemplating ending a friendship because your friend says something to the tune of “i just don’t think damon albarn and graham coxon of blur had sex” that’s high camp but also please touch grass blur rpf yaoi is never that serious

[greensparty]

Album Review: Dhani Harrison / Paul McCartney and Wings

This week I got to review an anniversary reissue from a solo Beatle and I got to review a new album from someone with Beatle DNA.

Dhani Harrison INNERSTANDING

I wish more people knew what a powerhouse phenom Dhani Harrison is! I wish people talked about him the way they talked about Jack Antonoff. He has done some fantastic work with the band Thenewno2 (I named their album Thefearofmissingout one of my Best Albums of 2012), as part of the super group Fistful of Mercy, and he has done a ton of movie soundtrack composition too. But in 2017 he released his first solo album with IN//PARALLEL (read my review here). In October 2023, his first album in six years INNERSTANDING was released digitally. This week it is getting a physical release from H.O.T. Records/BMG.

album cover and yellow vinyl

I'm going to address the elephant in the room: Dhani is the son of George Harrison. He was involved in the completion of his father’s album Brainwashed (released posthumously in 2002), was a featured performer at the Concert for George in 2002 and the George Fest in 2014 and he also helped develop The Beatles: Rock Band video game. In recent years he and his mother Olivia have also run the Dark Horse Records record label, founded by his father, and they have released albums by the likes of Billy Idol and Joe Strummer. I bring this up because that is what a lot of the attention for Dhani has been about. Any child of a much-loved musician has had to live up to their parent’s musicianship, just ask Jakob Dylan, Wolfgang Van Halen or Jason Bonham, all of whom are great musicians on their own, but had to live up to their legendary parents, which set the bar so unrealistically high. With the musical offspring of The Beatles, one can argue that you can hear their parent's sound in their music, i.e. John Lennon's influence on Sean Lennon's sound. With Dhani, his music is entirely different than George's music. It's easy to NOT compare his music to his dad.

With the first solo album, it felt like Dhani had really come into his own as a songwriter from Thenewno2. Here, it feels more grandiose and bigger in his musical approach. There's some collaborators on the album including Graham Coxon of Blur, Liela Moss of The Duke Spirit, and Mereki. There is a heavy influence from Trent Reznor and Peter Gabriel, especially on songs like "New Religion" or "Damn That Frequency". But he kind of defies a lot of genres and brings multiple styles in, sometimes within the same song. It's exciting to see Dhani emerging as not just a powerhouse phenom, but a studio production whiz!

For info on INNERSTANDING

4 out of 5 stars

Paul McCartney and Wings Band on the Run 50th Anniversary Edition

Originally released on December 5, 1973 (in the U.S.),  the third album from Wings and the fifth album Paul McCartney released since The Beatles’ 1970 breakup was released. It is considered by many to be among the best of the Beatle solo albums, up there with John Lennon’s Imagine and George Harrison’s All Things Must Pass. I'd say this is probably his best non-Beatle album he released in his impressive discography. To celebrate the 50th anniversary (this year marks 51, but it's close enough to December 2023, so who cares, right?), the album was released last week by UMe in a special edition.

original album cover

The timing of this album is coming a few months after the passing of Wings guitarist Denny Laine and this edition serves as a reminder of what an asset he was to McCartney's 1970s albums. When I interviewed Mr. Laine in 2019, I asked him what his favorite Wings album was and he said "With Band on the Run, it was just me and Paul doing the music and then Linda did some harmonies…but yeah, that’s really the one that sticks out is Band on the Run." Fully agreed! When I saw Laine at City Winery in Jan. 2019, he played the Band on the Run album in its entirety. What a treat to hear him tell loads of stories about each song.

50th anniversary double CD edition

The album itself is noteworthy for the number of Sir Paul standards: "Band on the Run", "Jet", "Let Me Roll It", the list goes on. When I saw Sir Paul at Fenway Park in June 2022, he did some of the hits off the album. There's been various versions of this album but in 2010, I got the Paul McCartney Archive Collection version, which contained bonus tracks and a bonus DVD (the Best Buy edition). That one was awesome and sounded great. With this new edition, CD1 is the original album remastered. CD2 is "Underdubbed" mixes of the songs. According to the press release, Paul said:

“This is Band on the Run in a way you’ve never heard before. When you are making a song and putting on additional parts, like an extra guitar, that’s an overdub. Well, this version of the album is the opposite, underdubbed.”

While it is interesting to hear versions of the songs pre-final mix, for those of us who know the final songs so well, it can feel like an unfinished and incomplete version of the song. I like the 2010 edition of the album better, but this one has its moments.

For info on Band on the Run

Original album: 5 out of 5 stars

50th Anniversary Edition: 3.5 out of 5 stars

[betweendevilanddeepbluesea]

I love you so much Mark Stoermer (don't be jealous Guy Berryman 😘), make me a flan or whatever with your milky way! 😜 It gives me a lot of tenderness, straight to my heart ❤️, when Mark Stoermer says that the songs and music albums he made are his experiments (just like me with my fanfics and my crappy editing of videos and photos 😑); even though they are experiments of his your music is great, now imagine if it wasn't an experiment anymore but something serious 🤓 Brandon Flowers, let Mark write some songs on the next upcoming album The killers, or at least let Mark have a lead in a song The killers as Graham Coxon did with Coffee & Tv. And my dear Mark failed to say, "¡Hago esto para divertirme!" 😜

[holdin-g0nfordearlif3]

sometimes i forget that i never wrote anything about the blur concert i went last november, so flashback 4u!!

YALL. I CRIED. AND CRIED AGAIN. YOU KNOW FROM WHAT? FROM JUST HEARING LIVE GRAHAM FUCJING COXON PLAYING HIS GUITAR. HIM JUST PLAYING THE GUITAR. and i remembered there how much i loved him and that i had waited my whole year to see them live, NEVER IMAGINING I ACTUALLY WOULD?!?!?!!? so then i kept on crying and screamed on the top of my lungs I LOVE YOU GRAHAM COXON (fyi: i was with my dad bc why would you let a minor go to these types of concerts alone in fkn argentina) and my dad just looked in awe because all that came out of my mouth was a faint yell that sounded like a desperate teenage fan (which of course, i actually am) and then the people that were in my surroundings just looked at me like i was crazy, almost as if they didn’t know whose name i was yelling???? idc my mind said, i felt so full and happy that i got to yell that in A FUCKIGN BLUR CONCERT but i regretted how awful it sounded and debated in my mind if i screamed the same again, but obviously my shyness always gets the best of me and decided i would be a social embarrassment forever, so i kept just listening and enjoying.

i guess i listened and enjoyed so much that the following song, which if i remember well it was trimm tabb, in graham’s solo i yelled again like there was no tomorrow. so yeah.

i just wanted to write this so the memory can be kept forever. honestly, it was one of the best moments of my life, i’ve never felt so alive, excited AND happy at the same time.

a night to remember and also to remember that i fucking love blur and graham coxon.

sometimes i just live and sometimes i just spend time thinking how much i like graham coxon

[so-much-for-stardust6]

so-much-for-stardust6’s masterlist! 🫶

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hey guys! i’ve finally made a masterlist so it’s easier to find my stuff!!

feel free to request anything and i’ll try my best to write it! but as of right now i’ll be taking a break from writing 🙏

here’s my about me as well!!

the ☆ symbol means it is smut!! so bare with me as almost everything is 😭

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limp bizkit imagines:

Brother’s Best Friend- Wes Borland ☆

Janitor’s Closet- Wes Borland ☆

Stress Reliever- Wes Borland ☆

Shower- Wes Borland ☆

Body Paint- Wes Borland ☆

Tour- Wes Borland/Limp Bizkit

One Year- Wes Borland ☆

Recording Booth- Wes Borland ☆

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jackass imagines:

Stunt Aftercare- Bam Margera ☆

Can’t You See?- Ryan Dunn ☆

Breakup- Ryan Dunn

Show It Then- Bam Margera ☆

MTV Music Awards- Jackass Cast

Needed A Release- Johnny Knoxville ☆

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my chemical romance:

Before The Show- Frank Iero ☆

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beastie boys imagines:

Party- Adam Horovitz

House Party Closet- Adam Horovitz ☆

Hair Dye- Adam Yauch ☆

Late Night Confession- Mike Diamond ☆

Vacation- Mike Diamond

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red hot chili peppers imagines:

Best Friends Or Lovers?- John Frusciante ☆

School Bathroom- John Frusciante ☆

Guitar Solo- John Frusciante

Surprise Visit- John Frusciante ☆

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blur imagines:

Halloween Party- Graham Coxon ☆

Stressful Day Off- Graham Coxon ☆

“Embarrassing” Confession- Graham Coxon ☆

Quickie- Damon Albarn ☆

Birthday Festivities- Graham Coxon ☆

You’re My True Love- Damon Albarn

You’re My True Love Pt 2- Damon Albarn

I Still Love You- Graham Coxon

Bathroom Rendezvous- Damon Albarn ☆

I Will Never Forget You- Graham Coxon

Sauna- Damon Albarn ☆

High Sex- Graham Coxon ☆

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fall out boy imagines:

High School Reunion- Patrick Stump ☆

Secret Love- Pete Wentz/Mr. Sandman

Secret Love Pt 2- Pete Wentz/Mr. Sandman

[stxrshxpxd]

🎁 fic friday;

birthday girl (part 2)

90s graham coxon x reader,, smut!!

My hands were shoved into my boyfriend’s fluffy hair as he kissed my neck and his hands teetered around the edges of my gift from him. A lingerie set in green lace.

“You can still wear them to be fair,” Graham muttered as he hungrily shoved his hands inside the panties he had just insisted be taken off. He rolled his fingertips around my clit skillfully, sending waves of pleasure through me already. I could see my heart beating hard through my chest as I peered down at Graham who was kissing down my belly now.

He seemed to not be able to make up his mind where to put his lips because he only gave my thighs a few kisses before climbing back up to my face. He gently grinded his clothed semi into me and made me moan again, my cheeks hot and heartbeat still quick.

“So beautiful,” he whispered into the kiss and I felt him roam his large hands down all the curves in my torso. At last he wrapped his arms around the hollow in my back and easily lifted me off the floor. He sat back against the bed and I ended up straddling him, beaming back at him with a giddy smirk.

”I bet this is all going according to plan, isn’t it?” I asked playfully while hurriedly undoing his jeans.

“Exactly,” he laughed, a little out of breath and some redness spread across his cheeks. I smiled sweetly at my pretty boyfriend just as I dug inside his loose jeans and intently watched his face twist in pleasure. He cursed in a breath as I ran my palm up and down his growing cock. The sound of his soft groans and the feeling of his breath hitting my face was making me increasingly impatient to feel him inside me.

I pushed his underwear down and mine to the side and we both seemed to hold our breaths as I slid his tip between my folds a few times.

Graham held my hip with one hand and tucked my hair behind my ear with his other one, all the while glancing down at our bodies.

Soon I sank down on him, my skin aching as he stretched me out slowly. We both let our breaths out and my forehead fell to rest against his, eyes locking shut and whimpers spilling out of me.

“Darling,” Graham whispered and buried all his fingertips in the flesh of my hips now, helping to guide my movements.

I quickly grew used to his size and picked up the pace. I was rewarded with the beautiful sound of his breathy moans bouncing off my lips as I still had my forehead pressed against his.

Grasping for his wrist, I vaguely edged his hand closer to my center. He understood my wish and his thumb began rubbing sloppy circles around my most sensitive spot.

“Fuck, Gra!” I cried at the pleasure building quickly in my core. My walls squeezed around him and the growing buzz trickled out into my legs and up my abdomen, threatening to tumble over the edge any second.

“You feel so good,” Graham breathed and I simply panted in response, my fingers wrapped around his strong wrist still as his thumb worked wonders on me.

A string of moans and curses slipped out of me as my high finally hit me, making my thighs shake and clasp around his hips. I collapsed my head against his broad shoulder as I slowed my hips down gradually, twitching at his cock still being buried inside me.

“My love,” Graham whispered, caught my head in his palm and laid me down on my back. The floor was cool and nice against my hot skin.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you there again,” he promised and sealed it with a kiss as he pushed his length inside me again.

[ssupersonicc]

bee’s masterlist 🐝

♡ ao3 | ♡ my other blog

♡ please note: most of my fics are nsfw, so please read with caution.

♡ asks are open for nsfw blurbs like those linked below! :)

* - indicates sexual content

♡ Graham Coxon —

please, dear -

gra fingers dear y/n in front of a mirror to show her how utterly delectable she looks when she cums. *

thunder in your ear -

gra decides to tease y/n underneath the table cloth, though she soon has him whimpering with his cock in her hand - just hoping none of their friends get an inkling as to what they’re up to. *

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

♡ Liam Gallagher —

highly commendable -

liam has y/n begging him to use his mouth on her, though he can’t resist teasing the poor birdie. *

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

♡ Damon Albarn —

like a virgin -

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. *

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

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[merrumeru]

Let me cheer you up even more: Graham!90 x reader

Words: 1870

Warning: nope, zero

The room was dark. The only light that could enter the room was the glow of the stars and of the tiny moon in the night sky. I was surrounded by silence as the last song on the vinyl record ended twenty minutes early. I had no desire or humor to get out of bed and change it. I focused on my slow and deep breathing. It was supposed to help me calm down, but it didn't work for me. My eyes were fixed on a distant point in the sky. I felt as if I was sinking into my anxiety. But I couldn't understand why. My life was going in quiet rhythm, I had a roof over my head and someone who cared for me. However, the thought of the future made me panic. Looking at friends who knew what they wanted to do in life, at Graham and his thriving career…I was stalled. I couldn't find a place for myself or this one thing that would be my passion. Graham always said that everything is fine with me, that I will somehow put my life in order. That he, my age, was also feeling lost. Still, the thought of working or continuing my studies scared my in the deep of heart. If I can't see my future myself, so does it even exist? I covered myself with the duvet. From head to toe, as if I was going to disappear. I promised Graham I would wait for him tonight. We'll watch a movie and eat something good. But suddenly I lost my desire for anything. I wanted to fall asleep and wake up in a much better mood. I suspected it was almost 10pm and Graham would be back from the band rehearsal soon. 

I heard the key in the door twist. The hit of his backpack on the ground and the sound of shoes being taken off. „Love I’m back”. The mellow voice of Graham sounded so happy. But I was about to ruin it all. On the one hand, I wanted to tell him how hopeless I felt, on the other hand, I preferred not to put stress on him at home. I didn't want to be a sad part of his life, I was supposed to help and encourage him. Graham was more delicate than I was and much more concerned about everything. I didn’t want the negative emotions and stress which he felt through a lack of privacy and high expectations soaking into his heart also in our home. So I pretended to be asleep.

I heard him slowly approaching the bed. He probably didn't expect to find me sleeping. I heard his soft laugh. „Y/N why you always decide to miss the best fun. Okay. I'll put the food in the fridge and lie down too.” 

„I’m awake”. I turned to face him. It was dark enough in the room that I could only see his silhouette.  

„Did something happened?” I heard his voice suddenly turn serious. I knew that he suddenly felt tensed, as if I was about to say that some kind of disaster had happened. I was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. „You are sick? Did something unpleasant happen to you at university? Sorry to be late, but you didn't call so I thought everything …”

„No! No Graham, everything is ok. I’m just tired” I stopped in the middle of a sentence, a lump that appeared in my throat blocked all words. „You will be angry if we put our romantic evening in another evening, or day, or  whatever?”

„Hey, who do you think I am. Of course it's not a problem baby.” I felt the bed on his side slowly bend under the weight of his body. Graham put his hand on my head and lightly stroked my hair. „I'm just worried. You've been sad for a while and I don't know how to help you.” I stretched my hand toward him and squeezed his hands tightly. „Your voice is so weak, yet your grip is still hard”.The moonlight illuminated his face and a shy smile. His thumb gently caressed the back of my hand.

„Nothing happens. I've just had bad days lately. You know, life is too much to handle for me sometimes.” 

„You can always tell me about anything Y/N. I don't want you to feel lonely in difficult times.” Graham released my hand. He took off his hoodie and tossed it next to the bed. After a moment, he was lying next to me, pressing me tightly to his chest. „God, why are you so emotionally unavailable. Will you ever stop being a mystery to me?” He placed a few kisses on my hair. I put one leg on his hip and gripped his T-shirt tighter. I wanted to blend in with his skin.

„I love you so much Graham. I don't know how to express it all.” His heart was beating fast. He radiated a warmth that I missed so much. I could wear a hundred sweaters, be surrounded by several heaters while sitting on one of the sunny beaches, and nothing would warm my heart and hands more than his inner warmth. 

„You don't have to show it or look for ways to express it. Just trust me and let me understand you.” His hand rested on my bare thigh, which I got on his hip.He used his finger to paint little circles. I brought my mouth close to his and kissed him softly. One sloppy stroke of the lips, but right after that a second time, much deeper and passionately.

He pulled me towards him so that I was suddenly on top of him. Our lips hardly detached.I felt hotter and hotter, as if all the accumulated emotions had suddenly burst forth and like a wave and found their way out. I felt dizzy, all my bad thoughts disappeared like clouds after the storm. Graham's hands got under my shirt and rested on my bare back. I opened my eyes and broke off the kiss. I straightened up, staring deeply into his eyes. Graham lowered his hands to my hips and gripped them tightly.

„You have such a handsome face, bastard. We both started laughing. „Handsome, talented… you are made to be star.” I pinched his cheek that he grimaced slightly, small lines forming on his nose.„And these crowds of female fans undressing you with their eyes.”

„I'm just looking for the eyes of one girl in this crowd. And I don't have to undress her with my sight. She does it by herself when we are at our home.” Graham straightened his glasses and rose to his elbows.”I just hope that she listen carefully to my words and will follow them. After all, with me, she doesn't have to be afraid of anything.”

He tucked a few locks of hair behind my ear and placed a hand against my cheek. My head rested on it. „Y/N just take it all easy. You are good enough at what you do right now. Life is not only about challenges. Sometimes there are occasions that come by themselves. Whatever it may be, I will try to be always by your side.” I wanted to cry and didn’t know if it was more of sadness or pure happiness and peace that overwhelmed me. 

“When did you get so mature? Two years ago, you wouldn't have been giving me such deep advice, just trying to make me laugh or whatever. Where's my baby boy gone?”  I smiled at the memories of the beginning of our relationship.  Even though Graham is three years older than me, I have always had the tendency to mother him. His delicacy combined with shyness and frequent confusion made me place my whole heart in his hands. I loved watching him do what he loves and his hard work was paying off.

“You have a great influence on me. I doubt if I could mentally handle this without you.” Graham's eyes were on me as I got up from the bed.”Where are you going love?”

“You don't even know how much I feel like having tea.” I stretched gently because my whole body was asleep and put on his hoodie that was lying on the floor. ”I'll do one for you too. You can easily go take a shower. When I'll come back, let's stay in bed, we've been doing it much too rarely lately”. 

Graham chuckled and get up without one word. Before I left the room,I looked out of the corner of my eye as he took off his shirt. I bit my lower lip. His body was lean, not very muscular. It pained me that he couldn't see how handsome he was. His broad-shouldered silhouette, bathed in the darkness of the night, made me want to approach him, hug him tightly and kiss his back. Graham turned to face me and tossed the shirt in his hand at me. „Don’t peek! You were supposed to make tea hmmm?”

„Oh c’mon mr.She Coxon. I won't give you back this shirt.” 

„Just like my hoodie?” I saw him shift the weight from one leg to the other and cross his arms over his chest. 

„What is this slander towards me, Coxon?” I stuck my tongue out at him and, without waiting for an answer, disappeared into the darkness of the hall.

When I returned with two cups, Graham was waiting for me. The room was lit now by a single lamp in the corner of the room. His hair was still wet, he was wearing sweatpants but still no shirt. The towel hung loosely around his neck.  Graham flicked through the vinyl records, humming some tunes. Eventually he settled on one and put it in the adapter. I put the tea on the bedside table and lay down, trying to guess what music was about to start playing.

Graham positioned himself between my legs so that his head rested on my stomach.I gently stroked his thick, still wet hair. "God, I don't know how I'll survive these two months without you Y / N”. His hands wrapped around my torso.”Fucking hell”.

“You can always lie like this with Damon.” Graham turned his head abruptly, his chin gently digging into my stomach.

“This is a bloody bad idea. Where do you get such strange ideas from”

“I am not the one who has a deep male friendship. Straight fact, baby. I watched a program once about people in the jungle and they did weird things ...” I ran my finger down his nose.

“What the fuck, I won't be in jungle, in fact we even won't be in village. We're not going to a survival camp.” 

“You never know Graham. What if the plane will stuck on a desert island, or the bus will be unable to leave the forest?”

“Maybe let's not go that far. Let's go back to why I'm going to miss you, your body, your words and just being here.” Graham pulled himself to meet my lips.

“But the the-...”

“It won't get the legs and come out by itself. Let me cheer you up even more.”

[lensinski]

blur: no distance left to run is a bit of a mess but worth it for the emotional moments and the image of graham coxon spending an entire day hiding in a zoo because he saw damon albarn and jamie hewlett there and desperatly tried to avoid bumping into them after the breakup

[stopeatingwhales]

football hysteria x damon albarn

I LOVED THIS SM LMAO !!!!!!!! football obsessed damon is so cute

Pairing: 90s damon albarn x reader

Warnings: noneeee

Word count: 2.281

Requested by anon <3

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"Who you supporting?" Graham asked me, handing me a beer as he sat himself beside me on the couch next to me in the middle, Damon sat on the opposing side. Damon had dragged me over to Graham's house to watch the Man City and Chelsea game tonight, and knowing just how competitive Damon came to football, I knew it was better that I simply went along with things rather than moan about how much I really didn't want to spend two hours watching two teams pass around a ball for entertainment.

"Erm, Man City." I replied, quickly flicking the can open to taste the bittersweet barley flavouring of the heineken beer as it embellished the walls of my mouth.

"You don't support Chelsea?" Damon questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.

A small chuckle left my mouth. “Of course I don't, they're shit." I sneered, aware of the havoc that my statement was going to cause. Immediately, Damon's mouth fell agape; stunned by my malevolence, as well as partial shock from the new-found information surrounding my opinions on football.

Graham's laughter rang through the room and my ears as my eyes continued to burn into Damon's piercing gaze, him just as amused as I was. Nobody was as big a football fan as Damon had become. "They're anything but shit," he continued, eyebrows now raised as he scoffed. "You're telling me that you support Man City? Gallagher-brother-Man-City?"

"Okay I'm going to sit between you both,'' Graham announced, swiftly standing up, shoving my body to the side he had just accompanied, placing his body between me and Damon, a blockade to prevent either of us going at each other's throats. "Just so we can all be alive by the end of it."

“Well I wouldn't have fucking invited her over if I knew she supported those manic twats, Graham."

"Piss right off Damon, we're in Graham's flat, not yours." I bit back, completely unphased by his childlike behaviour. It had been made quite apparent to the media that Chelsea were indeed the band dominated by the south, as well as Blur, and Man City were celebrated in the north by Oasis. However, it was quite comical noticing the immediate flush of anger that filled Damon's face after my sly comment. Leaning back into the loveseat, my back adorned the soft feel of the cushion behind me. "Graham, who do you support?" I asked, curiosity laced in my words as the football pitch came into view on the television screen - initiating the beginning of the match.

My eyes were focused on Graham as I watched him toss his glasses onto the coffee table in front of us, which had been cascading with countless bags of crisps and other treats to keep us stuffed as the ninety-minute match played through. "In all honesty, I'm not that phased with football," he began, reaching over to open a bag of crisps. "It's Damon here who's completely obsessed with it."

As the match began, tensions were already built to a high degree between the three of us. Small but meaningless comments had been thrown into the atmosphere of the apartment, merely portraying our silliness and how neither of us had seemingly outgrown the competitive side of our personalities, something that would be more apparent during teenage years. Unfortunately however, very early into the game, Damon's supporting team had decided to skillfully snatch the ball from one of the players, eventually managing to get it into the goal - portraying the first goal scored subsequent to the game's start.

Damon instantaneously rose at the goal, shouting loud enough for the neighbours to hear every single word that rumbled out of his throat. "Told you we were bett-" he said, smugness intertwined between his words so effortlessly, though shamefully his words had been cut off by the sound of the cushion, once placed behind me, now hitting his face. I couldn't help but allow a tiny smirk to illustrate itself on my facial features as I admired his face dripping in absolute bewilderment towards my actions. “What the fuck was that for?” he scoffed, falling back into his side of the sofa, as I sustained the grin on my face, watching him. The atmosphere that was once overflowing with hostility was now completely serenaded with Damon's egocentric giggles, forcing my body to hunch into a sulk at how quickly my team had been warranting for a loss so early into the match.

Mid-way through the game, Graham had decided to go to the corner shop by his apartment to get more beers for us to share, due to us having run out to share between the three of us. I dreaded being alone in the room with the game ongoing with Damon present, full-well knowing that his upbeat jolliness would attempt to torment me upon the fact that he was winning, which, to my demise, was exactly what had occured. The air fell still in the room once the sound of the door slamming etched through the flat walls, my gaze focused entirely on the match following on the screen, attempting to focus my mind on anything but the room that I was currently occupied in - though my peripheral noticed Damon's head almost instantly turned to look in my direction once it was made evident that Graham wasn’t inside the flat anymore. As if reading my mind, he decided to shift his body weight, which was once adorned to the other armrest of the burgundy couch, right next to me, where he attempted to wrap his arm around my shoulders, warming me into an embrace. In spite of this, I could feel his intense stare on my features. Using all my strength to avoid connecting eyes with him, I wasn’t going to admit defeat so easily, my stubbornness proving a point.

Once Damon realised, he carried on watching the game, however his body had continued it's embrace with mine. At one point, I was thinking that the match was going to be a lost cause from the performance shown by Chelsea, However, things began to turn around, and Man City managed to score a goal, to Damon's consternation. The sudden win resulted in me lunging from my seat, swiftly detaching myself from Damon, my whole body cheering towards the goal as it replayed on the screen. What was amusing was that, after I had finished my applause, I noticed that Damon had moved back into his seat by the side of the couch, distancing himself from me. "Aw, you don't want to sit with me anymore?" I sarcastically questioned, not waiting for an answer as a small smile crept on my lips. It was very amusing, pissing Damon off. I must say, watching his ego deflate into nothing but a simple sulk at the corner of a room was really the sight.

"What did I miss?" The sound of graham's voice sounded through the room, paired with the clank of multiple beer bottles as he reached into the plastic carrier bag to place them on the table. Each and every one had an individual water-streak pattern, indicating that they had just been chilled - when they taste best.

"Man City scored!" I exclaimed, reaching out for one of the glass bottles as I got the bottle opener to unfasten it from its metal clasp, promptly taking a swig from the beverage. The intent was, of course, to provide Graham with the extra knowledge upon the events that occurred during the match whilst he was absent, however knowing myself, I had also wanted to remind Damon of said occurrences, to surge him to the edge of his frustration. Exclaiming it at the top of my lungs held just enough power to do just that.

A chuckle immediately left Graham's mouth from my enthusiasm. "Need me to sit between you both again?" He jokingly asked, yet an element of seriousness was laced between his words.

“Depends if Damon's gonna stop sulking or not.” I replied, focusing my view on the game playing on the screen.

"You're the one who was fucking throwing the cushions!" Damon shouted, reaching over to grab himself a beer.

"Because you were pissing me off!" I answered, shifting my gaze onto Damon, who was, to my surprise, staring directly at me. There was a certain look of annoyance glazed on his features, though the agitation seemed to subside as soon as we locked stares, as if he was longing for my eyes to bear their sight toward him, as if it was an examination, an analysation to confirm whether we were still on good terms or not; of course we were, while conflicting preferences drew evident tears between us during that moment in particular. After a few seconds had passed, Damon leaned back into the cushion, carrying on watching the game unfold, satisfied with his response from my eyes. Switching my gaze over to Graham, I took notice of a look of question illustrated on his features, to which I decided to mime that it was alright, in order to move myself next to Damon once again. It would've been a lie, and a mere understatement, to say that I hadn't missed his arms around me.

Bunching up next to him, enough space was made to allow graham to sit himself down next to me, though that thought was the last passing my mind; my body was shivering from nervousness, the close proximity between us, regardless of our romantic acquaintance, never failed to bloom butterflies at the pit of my stomach. Due to my body's weight pressing down onto the cushion next to him, it was obvious that he was aware that I moved to sit next to him - but at a cause of his stubbornness, him averting all his attention onto me, admiring me as if I was the only living being in the apartment, a home that hadn't even belonged to me, would never happen - it would take much more to result in his feign of irritation to melt away. Placing my arm around his shoulder, I granted my hand to reach up to his beautiful head of hair, my fingers caressing his strands gently as I brushed any parts that were sticking out on the sides of his head. His arms were wrapped around one another, like a child encompassed in an angry stupor at their parent due to them not allowing them a packet of sweets from the grocery store, though I was playing at his heartstrings, aware of just how much he adored me playing with his dirty blonde locks.

For a short sum of time, we both sat there, my hands never halting their actions. The next few minutes of the game played out of continuous dribbling and passing to other teammates, oftentimes resulting in the other team taking hold of the ball and running around with it for a while until their attempt to score. Randomly, Damon's arm had released itself from its shared embrace with the other, engulfing my body with his as he encased his left arm around my shoulders. We were in a sense of comfort with one another, though from Damon's avoidance of my stare it was made obvious that he was still in the least carrying a small element of annoyance, nevertheless, as I allowed my eyes to linger onto his delicate, paradisiacal features, holding back a grin was seen much easier said than done, a small curvature sneaking itself on his lips.

"Look who's won." Graham mumbled, his voice detaching me out of my trance that I was enamoured in.

A laugh rang itself out of my throat as I admired the lengthy team cheering as they enveloped one another in a massive embrace. "Told you they were better!" I grinned as I diverted my gaze onto Damon, the same look of frustration painted on his demeanour, still avoiding his eyes on me. "You want a kiss?" I asked, tilting my head in order to make sure I was the main thing in his sight, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep up his facade so easily. "Kiss kiss?"

I continued until his eyes met mine. It was as if, for a short segment of time we were frozen in place, momentary seconds passing of us merely marvelling at the view illustrated forth one another, my hands snaking their way around his neck as I leaned in slightly, noticing his blue orbs fall onto my lips, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his mind wandered through fields of appraisal. It was then where I couldn’t hold resistance for any longer, and I doubted that Damon could, bringing my head forward as I let my lips latch onto his, allowing time to flow as they lingered still before he kissed me back with gentle force, enough to notify me of his desire that encompassed him just as much as me. The kiss held innocence, portrayed adoration in its true beauty, nevertheless, also embodying eagerness, a yearning of lust.

"I'm going to be honest," I mumbled, removing my lips away from his, panting as I attempted to recollect my breath. "I don't actually support Man City."

"Of course you fucking don't." Damon laughed, our lips connecting once again as he perched his head forward, intoxicating me with the very thing that I desired most in that significant moment.

"If you're gonna shag, please go home." Graham groaned, causing our bodies to jolt at the sudden awareness that we weren’t alone together. Pulling away instantly, a wave of embarrassment covered my cheeks as we looked at one another, infatuation the single thing flowing out of our eyes.

“Sorry Graham.”