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beetlebumxo · 3 years

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I Kind of Like Crazy (smut)

Pairing: Early 00s Damon x Reader

Word count: 3,916

Warnings: SMUT, language, the usual smut warnings...

A/N: Based on "psycho" Damon from the Gorillaz Charts of darkness/Bananaz, also slightly inspired by the show "Ratched". Thank you to my friend Laura for this prompt/working out some of the ideas with me. As a backstory, (well, canon from CoD) Damon went "insane" as he claims he was "beaten up by cartoon characters" and ended up in a mental institution. This is the setting for the story.

It was his first day here, he had gotten into a fight before coming in. His face was scratched up, and a long white bandage was wrapped around his (presumably) aching head.

"My name is Y/N, if you need anything just ask for me." I chirped while looking down at him. He was slumped in a chair, holding his head up with this hand, resting his elbow on the armrest. He was so intense, jaw clenched, staring down at the floor.

"Yea.." he said, barely raising his head to look at me.

"Mr. Albarn.." I began as he lifted his head, barely moving his lips.

"Damon.." he mumbled in a soft, quiet voice.

"Damon… do you understand why you're here?" I questioned, trying to get a better look at him, but he only moved his head slightly towards me.

"Look, I've told you a thousand times…" His deep, tired voice was laced with frustration, I didn't want to push him anymore on the subject.

"Listen, they're going to keep you here while the investigation is ongoing. There's a growing concern for your well-being, and I---"

"And you what?" He shot back, now looking directly at me through the long lashes that lined his blueish-green eyes. I straightened myself up as best as I could -- trying to brush off his somewhat rude response. "And.. I believe you saw something. But right now I'm here to make sure you're ok, are you ok?" He just nodded. “Ok, Damon, ok, just let me know if you need anything.” I said as I made my way out of the room.

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(A week later)

Standing outside the building, leaning against the cool brick, I took a moment to take in the events that occurred over the last week. Damon had finally taken a liking to me, or so I thought. He had this intensity about him and yet, he could be so silly and child-like. I had to admit I was very attracted to these qualities. He was so incredibly handsome, right down to the little cut on his perfect nose. The more I thought about him, the more I knew how wrong this was.

"Fuck, this is not good, Y/N, not good," I muttered as I reached for a cigarette.

I rested my head against the wall and closed my eyes, the warm smoke filled my lungs -- I slowly exhaled trying to let my troubled thoughts go.

"You know, smoking is bad for you." There he was again, batting his box of cigarettes in his hand. Damon removed one long white stick from the box, brought it up to his lips, and began to light it.

“Wait, how did y---” I began, but Damon interrupted.

"I like to live a little dangerously, love." He smiled, holding the cigarette between his imperfectly perfect teeth. His grin suddenly grew a little wider. “And well, maybe a little bribery goes a long way?”

He winked and grabbed the cigarette from between his soft pink lips, to now rest between his slightly bruised fingers. I loved his hands, they were truly just as gorgeous as his face-- a little dirty, ragged, with perfectly placed veins.

He paused, shifting his gaze from his cigarette over to me again. "Tell me, why do you always do that?" He said, cocking his head to the side.

"Do what?" I smiled softly.

"Well, the way you.. kind of, sort of -- wrap your hair around your finger when you're nervous, the way you, uh, bite your lip when you're unsure. The way you always have to make sure your skirt is pulled down low enough, because sometimes you're just a little insecure about that scar on your leg, yeah?"

He smiled slyly at me. I squinted my eyes at him, somewhat flattered he had been paying such close attention to me.

"I see you've been studying me, hm?" I curled my lips into a small smile, taking another long drag of my cigarette.

"Y/N.." he exhaled as smoke covered his slightly crooked bottom row of teeth. "You're very pretty to look at, you know?" His eyes were focused on me. I felt heat rising to my cheeks, which were probably flushed by now.

I cleared my throat -- "Oh.. thank you. You’re pretty easy on the eyes too." was the best I could come up with. I wanted to tell him how he'd been on my mind, how I couldn't stop thinking about him--, but I couldn't bring myself to do it-- that would have been completely inappropriate.

"Who wouldn't fancy this?" He laughed while batting his long lashes. I could tell he was only half-joking -- he knew he was absolutely gorgeous.

“You are something, Damon.” I shook my head and laughed. “I have to head back now, ok?” I really didn’t want to break up the conversation.

“Yeah, ok.” He said.

I turned to leave when he unexpectedly grabbed my hand. My hands began to sweat, my heart began to beat fast. I looked down -- his hands were big, his fingers were so long and beautiful, I loved how his hand felt gripping mine, even for that short moment.

"I'll be seeing you, Y/N" he said with a smile. I smiled back -- this was trouble.

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(The next day)

I tried not to let on how much Damon had an affect on me. I had to push the feelings down and keep this professional. Damon was sitting on his bed as I approached. I took a long, deep breath--

"Ok, I need to be a real nurse today and check how you're healing." I chuckled, bringing my hand to his chin to examine him. I tried to choke down all of my feelings and simply do my job.

"So, what were you on the other days, then?" He smiled a small devious grin.

My hand just barely touched his skin, but I could start to feel a slight tightness and warmth in my stomach again. He was even more beautiful up close - those blue eyes, that perfect nose -- and a smile that just melted my heart. I must have been studying him a little too long, I could feel his eyes on me.

Just then, Damon lifted his hand to my wrist, moving it in such a way that we were now face to face. Everything was happening in slow motion, as I stared into his eyes. He reached out pulling me closer, leaning into me, his lips inches from mine-- his warm breath on my face

*click* -- it was the door handle. I jumped back, breaking the tension--it was only my colleague doing rounds.

"I, I, I should go.." I stuttered as my heart and mind were racing. Damon just smirked at me, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Aww..." he teased. He looked me up and down again, I shifted my eyes quickly around the room. I didn't know what to say, the whole incident had taken me by surprise. I walked back into the hall and tried to pull myself together again.

(The following day)

I had success with avoiding him for most of the day -- this gave me more time to think about how to handle whatever this was. Oh, but he was so perfect. I let out a heavy sigh -- I needed to take a break to just clear my head. I made my way to the small back stairway. The door slammed shut behind me, echoing through the empty space. As I reached the platform, I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Ahhhh what the fuck??” I yelled.

"Shh, shh, love it's only me." It was Damon reassuring me. His hair was slightly messy, poking out from the white bandage that was still wrapped tightly around his forehead. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“Ugh, Damon!” I looked at him angrily, but after a few moments my face softened “Oh....... fine. I can’t stay mad at you.”

“Few people can.” he winked.

“So let me guess how you got out..hmm..let’s see...” I placed my hand on my chin -- "You know, I’m going to just take a guess that you're not used to hearing the word 'No' very often are you?" I said with a small smile, assuming that he had charmed his way out again.

"You certainly wouldn't tell me 'No' now would you?" He now made direct eye contact with me, turning more serious and intense.

"That depends on what you're asking --- Damon." I gave in and reached out, playfully running my finger up his arm. There I was touching him again, I couldn’t help myself. I noticed his little slightly indented tooth as he smiled at me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me close, my breath hitched.

"What am I asking? Oh, Y/N.." his voice cracked a little bit-- his tone was so dark, deep and sexy. I could almost feel the heat radiating off of his body as he leaned in close to my ear.

"I've seen the way you look at me, and how you shift your body.." his lips brushed my ear "..when I do this" he began to run his calloused fingers over my hand. I felt a jolt of electricity run down my spine, these feelings were too much-- "I mean, do you really think you could tell me, 'No' now?" He smiled a smug, overconfident smile. I felt pressure building in my stomach. I pulled away and looked into his eyes again.

"Mhm, you know, this is not very….professional. “ I teased.

Damon now had a devilish smirk across his handsome face. He backed me against the railing and ran his large hand against my cheek. He slowly leaned in and kissed me. Pressing his lips to mine I opened my mouth as he pushed his tongue in. I felt a rush, and a throbbing in my core. He held his hand against my jaw and continued to explore my mouth. I brought my hands up to his jaw pulling him into me, tasting his mouth on mine. The pressure was building up inside of me but at the same time, it was a release, as if this most basic craving for him was finally being satisfied--even if only briefly.

"Too much?" He smiled. I stood there watching him, I wanted so much more. He smirked then clicked his tongue as he walked back up the stairs. What a tease he was. I braced myself against the railing, breathing hard. "No…. no, it wasn't too much. Oh….. shit." I muttered, unsure if he could hear me.

I lingered against the railing for a few minutes, taking in what had just happened. I took a moment to catch my breath before making my way back upstairs. My entire body was aching for him. My breaths began to quicken, as I thought about his lips, his hands, his body pressing into me.

I made my way back to the office, it was very late now, almost everyone had gone home. I went to tidy a few papers before leaving, when suddenly, as if on cue, he was at the door--

“I couldn’t stay away, and I know you didn’t want me to.” He began.

"Oh, I don't know.." I smiled. "But, what are you bribing those nurses with, again?" I teased.

"Well, wouldn't you like to know?" He flirted back, leaning his tall frame against the door.

"And just maybe I would....could it be you're just one of those… naughty boys?". I didn’t care to keep this professional any longer -- he had pushed me over the edge --

He chuckled, closing the door behind him. He walked up to me pushing my back against the desk. As I gripped the side, he began to run his fingers along my hand and slowly up my arm. I could feel my body temperature begin to rise from his movements.

"Maybe I'll just show you what a naughty boy I really am." Oh, the way those words rolled off of his tongue -- "Y/N…. I'm not actually crazy, but you are driving me completely insane." He said.

“I kind of like crazy, Damon. I need more." I purred. My next breath was caught somewhere in my chest, I could barely breathe feeling his body pressed tightly against mine. Pressing his long fingers to the side of my neck behind my ear, he stretched his hand out just enough to run his thumb very lightly over my bottom lip. I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing.

“Are you sure?” He tilted my head up and began to leave a trail of small fiery wet kisses on my neck. "Like that?" My body was completely on fire now. All I could mutter was a breathy "Like that....."

He shifted just attention back to my mouth, pushing his large tongue in so deeply. My hands slowly began to roam his sturdy, strong body. I managed to squeak out a few words as he pulled away for a moment.

"Wait--” I had a moment of clarity, before I was swallowed again by his charm. “Do you know how much trouble we would be in if we were caught right here?" I asked.

“I told you, I like to live dangerously.” he replied, grabbing my face with his hand pulling me closer to him while running his thumb over my lips again, this time smearing my lipstick all over my mouth and chin. I grabbed his hand and began to kiss and suck on his beautiful, long fingers, leaving small traces of whatever lipstick was left. He began to push his fingers in and out of my mouth, slowly at first, but then a little faster. I could tell that he liked what I was doing to him as the bulge in his pants grew.

I grabbed his face, kissing him again, pushing my tongue back in his mouth, running it over his crooked bottom row of teeth -- I sucked at his bottom lip gently taking it between my teeth.

He grabbed my hips with his large hands and sat me on the side of the cherry wood desk, the pressure from his fingers on my hips was almost too much for me. He brought his hand back up to my face and began to kiss me harder, slowly moving his lips to my neck as I carefully ran my hands through his hair.

My body tingled with nervous excitement as he began to unbutton my uniform, starting at the top, working his way down. His lips were back on me, slowly kissing my collar bone. I threw my head back, letting out a soft moan. I wanted him to devour me whole.

He moved down to my chest barely grazing my skin with his teeth. He made quick work of freeing my breasts from my tight bra. Cupping my left breast he began to suck and lick at my soft sensitive skin. Running his thumb over my nipple, he brought his tongue to my right breast, slowly licking while squeezing my left. It felt so good the way he was paying attention to exactly what my body needed. I could only reply with another moan as I felt a wetness pool beneath my panties.

He sat down in the chair and pulled me to the edge of the desk. He slowly pushed my legs apart revealing my completely soaked panties, and began to slowly rub his finger up and down over and over again.

"Why don't you let me take care of you for a change, darling?" he said.

“Yes.. please.. please...” I panted.

I felt him press his warm tongue against the wet fabric of my panties. Feeling his warm breath on my thigh, he began to slowly lick long wet stripes up and down my underwear. With the pressure of his tongue and the tip of his nose against the thin material that was so close to my heat, I only wanted him to remove the barrier between us and push his tongue in, but he only kept teasing me.

"Oh, Fuuckkk ...." I whispered, as I watched him continue to tease me.

He stood up and finally removed his shirt and unzipped his pants. Oh, he was so big I almost gasped at finally being able to see what he had been hiding from me. He stood against the desk and ran his long index finger along my panties but this time looping them around his finger and pulling them off. I could feel the cool air hit my wet core.

"Oh, just look at you." He hissed as he licked his left index finger and pushed it deep inside of me. His words alone were enough to push me over, but I held back. My body jerked back as he began to finger me.

"So good.." He whispered in a low voice, as he pushed a second finger in and began to pump them in and out. He muffled my moans by placing the fingers from his right hand in my mouth, while the fingers from his left hand were inside of me. I began to ride his hand hard while clutching onto the side of the desk. He rubbed my clit more and more with his thumb, pushing me closer to the edge.

His hard cock was now directly against my wet folds as he stood between my legs, I wanted him to just finish the job so badly. He looked at me in awe, watching the pleasure across my face. I leaned forward pulling his face down to me, licking his wet lips. I lightly kissed and licked the little cuts and bruises across his beautiful face. I slowly moved my hips against his hard cock. "Mmhm," he moaned, trying to control himself as he began to buck his hips against my core.

"Fuuck, I want to be inside your tight wet cunt" he moaned.

“Please..." I begged as I thought about how incredible he would feel inside of me.

"Please what, love? Tell me what you need.". He moved his ear up to my lips. Fucking tease.

"Take Me. Fuck me….. Ruin me." I said as I grazed his ear with my teeth, lightly pulling at his little hoop earring.

“Ruin you?” he chuckled, pretending as if I had offended him. “I don’t know if I---.”

Before he even finished his sentence - with one quick motion, he was deep inside of my wet, aching core. I let out a gasp as he began to thrust hard and fast, hitting my spot almost every time.

"Damooonnnn.. " I moaned. He pulled me up into a sitting position on the desk, pushing harder into me. I leaned into him, wrapping my legs tightly around him-- he began to pant and breathe heavy in my ear, while every now and then, kissing and licking at my shoulder. His eyes were dark and filled with lust, his breaths were quick and ragged. I loved the sounds he made - small little groans of pleasure. I gripped him, digging my nails into his burning skin, hoping to leave my mark. He looked so delicious, screwing his face up whenever I would clench myself around him as he buried his face into my neck.

"You feel..so.. incredible.." he said in between heavy breaths. I bit my lip hard as I felt my stomach tighten again.

I felt him pull away, removing himself, causing me to let out a small whimper. His strong arms flipped me over, pushing me down, bending me over the desk. My breasts were now pressed tightly against the wooden surface.

He teased me again with his tip, running it up and down my wet folds, as he leaned forward, pressing me down, his large hands directly on top of mine, I felt a slight pressure from the weight of his body -- but I wanted to feel him so badly. I wanted to feel that force on me. He slowly began to kiss and lick my ear.

"Fuuckkk ---" was all I could get out before he slammed back into me again. I could feel his hands now gripping my shoulders, I felt him push his thumbs into my back-- hoping he would leave a mark on me, too -- I wanted to be his. Reaching his left hand over, he began to rub my clit harder and faster as he thrust into me. He was so big, and I was so wet. I could feel the edge of the desk rubbing against me, which made it harder for me to maintain control, it wasn’t going to be long.

Damon let out a few low, sexy growls as he pushed into me -- it became too much. My orgasm hit hard. I threw my head back as my whole body clenched and tightened. My legs went weak as I finally released all tension -- I could hardly hold myself up. Damon removed his grip and I pushed myself up from the desk. He was so gorgeous, his beautiful face was just staring right at me.

“Oh, sweetheart, that felt good, didn’t it?” He smirked, while rubbing himself. I still wanted him, even after those intense waves of pleasure washed over me, I still really wanted him. He had such an affect on me.

“You really know what you’re doing, huh?” I managed to reply.

“I’ve had some practice.” he smirked again. “Mmm..now.. how about you help me feel good?”

I nodded. I would have done anything he asked me to. I laid back down on the desk, as he stood between my legs. I let out a few moans to try and entice him. “You are so fucking beautiful, tell me, where do you want it?”

I moved my hand to my stomach, I watched it rise and fall quickly with each breath. I was still trying to recover. Damon began to rub himself harder. I watched as he threw his head back in pleasure. “Mpphh”. He moaned. It was so hot just watching him, knowing I was the one he wanted. His breaths became ragged as he reached the edge - suddenly his whole body jerked, as he released his warm, hot liquid on my stomach. He was breathing so hard. I was sitting up on my hands, leaning towards him. He reached out and pulled me close to his face, gently kissing my salty lips.

"That was.. everything I hoped it would be, love.” He paused. “I just can't wait until I'm out of here."

I pulled back, looking him in the eye. "Oh..?" I said, not sure what he meant by that response. Damon could tell that I was a little concerned.

"Oh..” he chuckled. “Sweetheart, so we can do this all of the time, you know..?” His face was flushed and still slightly sweaty. He was so fucking gorgeous, I still could not believe what just happened. "I really, really want to take care of you. I want to do this properly, love. You deserve that. I want to make you feel so good. You're incredible in so many ways" he continued. “I want to be with you, if you'll have me.”

I grabbed his face, slowly running my thumb over his pink-tinged lips. His eyes were soft, he looked even more handsome, if that was even possible.

"I would love nothing more...." I closed the space between us and brought my lips back up to his; I felt him smile.

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prettycoolgirl · 2 years

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rose blood

pairing - dilf!damon albarn x reader

warnings : smut. reader and damon’s first time. idk whatelse.

summary - reader and damon sleeping together for the first time.

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usually whenever the topic of your first time together with damon had came up, y/n had always been nervous and anxious.

you already knew that damon had more experiences in bed than you since he was older. maybe it was just y/n in the mood but y/n couldn't stop thinking of him tonight. he had always had some kind of affect on her, which always seemed to get her excited, but tonight she found herself ready.

you pulled away from his lips, both out breath. “your gorgeous, angel.” damon said pulling you back into a hard kiss, already tasting him, slowly moving yourselves towards the bed.

”lay down love, gonna take care of you” he said now trailing kisses from breast to your stomach. his hips now moving steadily against yours, his belly softly pressing against you pulling you back into a kiss.

“damon”

“hmm” he hummed still going in with the kiss.

“damon i’m ready”

“ready for what?”

“damon i- i want to have sex tonight.” you said while damon froze a bit.

“are you sure, love? i just wanna make sure that you wanna, you know if you don't it’s completely fine with me.”

“i know damon i really wanna do this, it’s just that i’ve been thinking so much i trust you and i love you so fucking much. i’m ready.”

he had pulled you in closer near him, one hand on the back of your head pulling you into a more deeper, soft, and warm kiss while you smiled. “you still sure you wanna? you know im okay with doing anything with you.”

“damon yes, i think i may need your help though.”

“mmm i’ll guide you through everything, get comfortable for me” he smiled

you nodded your head while laying down back at bed, watching as damon slid off his white tee throwing it on the floor, then getting ontop of her smiling a bit. “love, let me know when you want me to stop” he said bringing you into a kiss once again while his hand wandered near your panties, slipping his fingers in rubbing small circles.

“fuck” escapes from your lips, damon hums in an agreement, meanwhile both of you completely lost in this feeling. damon's other hand started to reach a cup of her bra leaving kisses on the edges. “mind if i take this off?” you nodded your head, “your fucking gorgeous.” damon started to unclasp your bra quickly, following along with removing your panties.

“are you ready?” you nodded once again. he got ahold of his member, rubbing the tip along your slit. he glancled at you waiting for a response. “fuck-k damon.” your grip had tigthen, your legs also sliding up around his hip causing his to go even deeper.

“you feel s’good angel.” he started to adjust himself as your nails had started to dig deeper into his back.“damon-n” you began, but your voice had left you speechless as he continued to hit the same spot inside of you, your warm walls slowly tightening around him. he continued with his thrusts, gently pulling back and slowly pushing back through inside of you.

he had sprinkled kisses all over your face, praising you about how well you were taking him. you found yourself ready for damon to go faster.

“fuckk more please, damon” you cried out. “i know, i know love.” his lips now trailing all over your chest and face but mainly your whole body, technically placing a kiss anywhere he could. he couldn’t help it but smile because he was leaving you quite a moaning mess. he’d left lovebites behind ofc. all of his marks.

your head had started to tilt back against the headboard, a soft moan escaping your lips as he continued to hit the same spot. his body still pressed against yours while his deep thrust had caused you to sink in deeper into your bed.

your eyes closed while he stared in awe of a sign that he’s doing something right.

he groaned against your skin as your walls tighten around him even more, he pulled away from your neck to watch you while the wave of final pleasure washes over you, one of his hands reaches down to your legs. he carefully pushes it closer to your chest, earning a gasp from you as he’s now deeply buried inside of you. both of you trying to savor this moment. damon picked up the force of his thrusts, his eyes never leaving you as his own orgasm is quickly building up along with yours.

a even louder moan left your lips with a building up feeling in your stomach. damon grunted as he felt your walls clenched around him and his thrusts becoming slow due to it bringing him closer to his climax.

your breath had gotten stuck in your throat just as the orgasm had taken over, it feeling like a final cry escaping. damon couldn’t help it as his own orgasm takes over, yours triggering his own, his cock twitching inside of you before he had filled you up.

your name left his lips as the pleasure had taken over. a smile had left the corner of your lips as you realize he’s already watching you, still out of breath.

“you were bloody fucking amazing.” he said as he was short of breath so were you but still pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose. a must bc his nose is just soooo

his eyes now studying your entire face before slowly connecting his lips with yours in a soft gentle kiss but warm kiss.

“i love you so much.”

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prettycoolgirl · 2 years

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oh my love

pairing - current!damon albarn x reader

warnings : smut

summary : its damons birthday and you give him a special present

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notes : ITS DAMON BIRTHDAY WOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAE. this one is very short… also if anyone wants to send me requests, my requests are open <3

damon had slowly awakened in a vacant bed, noticing that you weren't next to him. he thought maybe you just got up for a glass of water or made something to eat.

the truth is that you had gone out to get a few more decorations for tonight, you were now arriving home and settling the bags in a corner on the floor, quickly rushing towards the door of your bedrooms and peeking a bit.

“you're up” you runned up to him pulling him into a kiss. “good morning and happy birthday damon.”

“thank you, love and now for my present.” he smiled wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you in closer.

“i have it in the car”

“love, i meant you.”

“oh, in that case i can give you something special.”

“mhm”

“sit on the bed” you said pushing him a bit and him looking up at you.

he sat down making himself comfortable, you had fell down to your knees placing both hands on his thighs, while looking up at him. you reached at the zipper of his jeans fiddling with it to tease him more, within seconds you could see his bulge growing more and more. you could tell he was getting frustrated. you undid his zipper pushing his jeans and underwear down while he let his head move back his member sprung against his stomach.

he was now looking at you in awe and waiting for you. he started to make a pout.

“slow down ur so needy.” you said before pumping his member in your hands softly. he had gotten more comfortable before you brought your tongue to his tip making him gasp and groan in pleasure.

“fuck.” he groaned tugging on bed sheets. you took him in your mouth

“your mouth feels so good”

staring at him innocently while swirling your tongue on his member, your head in up and down movements.

“like that, love” he moaned.

your pacing growing faster and using your hand for the rest that couldnt fit in your mouth. more moans falling from his lips, giving him a harder suck causing him to throw his head back again.

“keep it up and your gonna make me cum” within seconds of him saying that you fastened your pace, feeling him tense up. which made you smile to yourself, again tracing your tongue on his tip.

“fuckk im gonna cum.” he groaned again, before he came in your mouth. you swallowed while making eye contact with damon.

“happy birthday damon, i love you.”

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prettycoolgirl · 2 years

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hey loveee

can you pls write about 2014 damon but if you don’t mind this concept where it’s like you make up after an argument

hope you get what i mean lol <3

no eres tu(soy yo)

pairing - 2014!damon albarn x reader

warnings : smut and a bit of angst.

summary : making up after an argument

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it had been a long period of time since you last spent time with damon. at all times he was busy making it feel like he’d never been home sometimes, you could tell he had grown from exhaustion a bit. every minute you guys spent questioning him if he was okay or even needed anything, it would always just end up in an argument. but he had started to lose his patience with you.

“ love don’t worry about me, just leave me alone” he said in a soft tone.

you two had planned a date night a week ago and today came the day, but instead an argument broke out.

“fucking christ, why do you even start with this shit.”

“because we had this night all planned out like last week and you forgot out of a sudden? ” you questioned.

“why are you even mad at me for forgetting something? you know how hard I've been working in the studio for this solo album?”

“something? damon, it's a date night we had planned because we haven't spent time with each other for a while, i know you've been working hard but you also deserve a break.” you argued back while he stood silent.

“ you wanna know the thing that bothers me is that you especially made me a promise that i would always be your top priority, thus you can't even remember a single date night? i at least deserve an apology.”

“actually, i'm sorry”

“thank you” you smiled

“that your being clingy towards me.”

“and you know what i’m sorry” you grabbed your bag “that i'm done with your shit.”

“no no, come back” he said pulling one of your arms “don't walk away from me, love.”

“dont fucking call me that.” you replied while he smirked a bit

“stop trying to act all sweet, when you're acting like a dick.”

“what’d call me?” he hummed.

“you know you heard me.”

“you're always promising me stuff, you're just a liar.”

“so many names your calling me love, your just pushing it to the limit” he hummed

“fuck you damon”

“how about you stay quiet while i fuck you.”

in a matter of time he had came closer to you, moving your body towards the wall.

“you know i still hate you”

“then show me how much you hate me.” he had sent shivers throughout your whole body. both of your eyes had met before your lips settled onto one another. the kiss had became passionate as you were still a bit angry but to be honest you can never stay mad at him. his arms slowly making their way towards your waist, he slowly traced his lips down to your neck and collarbones while moans had escaped your mouth. his hands had now started to roam around your body, also gently squeezing your breast.

“ready” he looked at you for permission while you nodded.

he was now undoing your zipper and went straight for your slit, rubbing circles, you longed for his touch for so long. “love take off your clothes” he asked and you did as he said. “ you look fucking amazing baby.” he lifted both of your legs onto his shoulder making your slit not that far from his mouth. he let his tongue freely move as he looked at your reaction, teasing you until you were left with moans, now massaging your nub until his fingers were pressing into your spot that made you into a moaning mess even screaming his name.

he now got up undoing his pants while you steadily started to move down to your knees in front of him, staring down at his length. putting your hand onto the bottom and your lips onto his tip. staring as you saw pleasure grew in his face, him tugging on your hair a bit.

you continued to move your lips up and down on his member, but this time faster. this time your name leaving his mouth, you started laughing a bit but shortly took him down your throat again.

“you feel so fucking good love. but i really wanna be inside of you.” he started to help you up, as he now quickly undressed while you laid onto the bed and instantly shoving himself into you.

“fuck damon” his thrusts were slow, but you wanted more. “damon more please.” damon sped up his movement, hitting deeper, thrusting himself in and out of you. damon following you down with his thrust. trailing a few kisses on your chest while you tightened around him.

“so fucking good. i’m gonna fucking come” he released inside of you as he groaned. His finger now on your slit making you satisfied. he moved his hands toward your waist, holding onto you as he twitched inside of you, kissing you once again on your chest before pulling out of you and falling next to you on the bed, staring at you in admiration.

damon moves you so that your chest is pressed against his, laying directly on top of him. Leaning up and kissing you.

“I'm sorry for everything, love. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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prettycoolgirl · 2 years

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masterlist

requests open for concepts!!🤍

☆ - smut

wip: miguel o’hara blurbs

tuya

wattpad

damon albarn

la luz (fin) ☆

cinnamon girl

rose blood ☆

no eres tu(soy yo) ☆

oh my love ☆

la luna enamorada ☆

miguel o’hara

moonlight ☆

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prettycoolgirl · 3 years

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la luz(fin) - damon albarn

hi this is my first head cannon on here hopefully you all like it <3 plus if anyone wants to send me any requests please do so !! also lets just pretend that y/n is 26 and damon is his current age(53) this is an older damon smut head cannon!

-first all I literally have to say is that damon would love going down on you. sometimes growing a beard so that it can tickle you during sex.100% he would be all sweating most of the time maybe all of the time (he's such a dilf.)

- so much energy he would put into it

-this man has to have breeding kink, no kidding.

-probably would be into dominating you, so so many lovebites.

-he loves whenever you hold onto him or holding onto his hands during sex.

-while on tour he would literally call you just to get off

-doesn't matter where you guys are at, he’ll take you anywhere just a bit of privacy though, his car would mainly be his favorite place [so many options for you guys]

-loves studio sex, obviously while listening to music, i just know he would love to be so loud in the studio so that everyone waiting in another room can hear..

-soooo much intimacy he just loves to have you near him, he has so many favorite positions but he’d love to try anything you suggest

-touching the tip of his nose or giving it a peck in the middle of it

-also definitely when you both are a little high you guys tend to laugh while in the middle of it

-I genuinely feel like he would take polaroids of you during sex, using them whenever he's on tour so he can get off.

-quickies before concerts definitely, gets so excited, so much passion his adrenaline would be so much before concerts, bjs are a must.

-he’s the type to give you kisses everywhere. always has his hands on you no doubt. you always touching his tattoos and being amazed with them.

-takes so much care of you during sex asking if you are comfortable.

-he’d be into calling your name a lot, praises you so much

-aftercare is definitely his thing, loves to take care of you after he’d do anything.

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prettycoolgirl · 2 years

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cinnamon girl

request for @lundenloves

description : y/n and damons daughter gets her heartbroken for the first time and they help comfort her! i kinda used gilmore girls as a reference yass contains fluff and sorta angst?

-at first your daughter didn't tell either of you, instead they bottled up all of their feelings.

-after a week you had noticed that she never left her room and was always trying to avoid convos, which was unusual since she was the conversation starter, even damon tried telling her about his new projects he’s been working on, but she had no interest in and just pushed it away.

-a few days in is when you and damon had kinda figure out what had happened due to her boyfriend no longer being around.

- the two of you were laying in bed while watching a film, when the door suddenly had opened and she had walked and layed between you two.

- sobbing in tears she was, you tried comforting her by playing with her hair hugging her while damon did too

-“dime que paso mami”

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, you don't have to, just know that you can alway talk to us whenever” damon said.

- “ im so stupid to not see that he clearly didn’t love me”

- “no no don't say that, you're not. That fucker i swear i’m gonna, i knew he was trouble” damon got up.

- “ he dumped me. I thought that everything was going good in the relationship, I ruined it i have no idea how though.”

- “no you didn't do anything at all, I'm sure don't blame yourself at all. That fucking asshole i knew something was up with him.”

- “damon now's not the time” y/n said

- “I mean does he really think he's better than you. i swear i would love to-”

- “Stop” you said

- “Fine” damon sighed

- “He told me that he loved me, it was just a lie”

- “What else did he say”

“That our relationship was boring him, I really don't wanna talk about it anymore”

“He's goddamn lucky he even had you in the first place, i should have never let you go out with him in the first place.”

- “damon stop.”

- “ love im so sorry he hurt you, I wish i can just take it all away.”

- “thank you dad”

- “You're gonna be okay, it's okay to be sad and feel hurt, it's part of the process, just remember that you will be okay though, even if it means taking one day at a time."

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beetlebumxo · 4 years

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She’s My Collar [SMUT]

Pairing: Damon Albarn (2015) x Reader

Word Count: 2,690

Warnings: SMUT, dom!damon, language, bj, masturbation, language, more smut, dirty talk.

A/N: Ok this was going to be just smut, but this morphed into something else. There will be a second part. Sorry for grammar or spelling errors. I've literally been trying to finish this (and part 2) for well over a month. I hope you enjoy ♥️ More to follow...

Maybe my black silk skirt was a little too short, or maybe it was just perfect. My eyes were painted with smoky gray liner and just a bit of silver glitter, in contrast to my dark wine colored lips. I was ready for him. It had been a few months since our last encounter. Our eyes met, both having a bit too much to drink, he invited me to his hotel room. From what I could remember, he fumbled trying to get my dress off and we ended up falling off the bed in a drunken stupor, but the sex was quite fantastic. After the alcohol wore off, we had agreed that we would not get emotionally involved. He was single, living his rock star life and I was just experiencing all life had to offer. Yet, here I was, again, waiting and hoping for another night with him-- maybe one I could fully remember.

Heat began to pool in my stomach as Damon kept making eye contact with me from the stage. We watched each other intently. I knew exactly where this would lead (hopefully me in his bed or, wherever he wanted to have me). My lustful thoughts cleared for a moment, and I remembered how good it felt being able to wake up beside him (I was mostly sober by the morning) with our bodies entangled as the sun poked through the sheer curtains of his hotel room, just waking up in his strong, muscular arms.

My phone vibrated just after the encore. It was Damon.

-Hey, beautiful. The front desk at the hotel will have a key for you, if you want to meet me there.

-Of course I do. I've missed you.

-I've missed you, too, love.

I soon found myself waiting patiently in Damon's hotel room. I sat down on a chair being sure to fix my already low cut dress to show a little more skin. I wanted to look absolutely perfect for him. My heart began to race with anticipation as the door handle turned.

"Well, well…. I see you made it." Damon said with a click of his tongue, as he began to eye me up and down.

"I take it you like what you see?" I purred, crossing my legs.

"You have no idea." he replied, slowly bringing his hand down to the bulge that now formed between his legs. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Damon stood there in his slimming black t-shirt and dark slightly baggy jeans. He looked so good in black.

Closing the door behind him, Damon steadily approached me, like a lion hunting his prey. Every move he made was calculating, slow, seductive. He slowly licked his lips as his large, veiny hands brushed up against my thigh; he started to run both hands up and down my legs.

"I'm so glad you came." He said.

"Mmhmm.. not yet". I smirked as Damon let out a soft chuckle at my flirtatious response.

The heat in my stomach grew more intense as I began to imagine all of the places I wanted him to touch me with his long, delicate fingers and slightly rough palms. Oh, God I loved his hands.

"Get on the bed." Damon growled, in a deep, low voice, my mind snapped out of my fantasy. Standing up from the chair, I positioned myself behind him, pressing my chest tightly against his back. I snaked my arm around him, running my hand up from his thigh, lightly rubbing his bulge, up his torso to his neck. Placing my hand around his neck, my fingers moved under his chin; I pulled his head slightly back towards me and I whispered in his ear -- "On the bed? Why? So you can fuck me?" I emphasized the word fuck, as my top teeth grazed my bottom lip, then I lightly dragged my tongue across his salty, pulsing neck.

This lit a fire in him. He turned around grabbing my wrist, forcing me back into the wall, my breaths quickened as I felt wetness between my thighs grow.

"You'll see, love. You'll see." He responded.

Damon placed one hand on the wall, and his other hand under my chin, pulling my face towards his. I gently bit his thumb as he ran it over my lips. Now facing him, I looked directly into those bedroom eyes of his, I could feel his breath on my lips.

Damon pushed his knee between wet thighs, gently grazing my clit. His movements sent electricity through my body. I couldn't help but slowly grind myself against his thigh with whatever movement I could make while he held me in place.

I felt the weight of his body against me as his warm, sweaty skin met mine. He began to lick my lips then slowly part them with his tongue. I had missed his mouth on mine, that familiar taste of cigarettes and alcohol. His hand held my jaw gently as he kissed me, he began to run his free hand up and down my chest, caressing my breasts. He stopped for a moment and I slid my hand under his shirt, slowly rubbing his slightly toned, still sweaty torso.

"You are absolutely beautiful." He whispered, as he removed his knee from between my legs. I could feel his hardness through his jeans as he pressed his hips against mine.

Bringing his long fingers up, he pushed the straps of my dress to the side and started to pull the top of my dress down. I slid the loosened straps down, freeing my arms and chest. My skin was now exposed to him as he began to kiss every inch he could get his lips on. I pulled his head closer to my body as he began to kiss my breasts, slowly running his tongue in circles while lightly nipping my skin. I began to feel butterflies as he rolled my dress further down my body, running his tongue over my burning hot skin.

"Mmh.. I love how you touch me." I purred.

Damon lifted his head and smirked at me. God he was so fucking sexy.

He pulled away, pushing me back against the bed. As my back hit the cool sheets, he started to kiss up my leg, placing small licks as he worked his way up to my thigh. He slid my skirt down past my hips and off of me; the silk felt so cool against my warm, aching body.

He ran his fingers under my panties and began to slowly rub my clit. I closed my eyes just focusing on how good he made me feel. His long, perfect fingers rubbed circles as my body jerked from his touch. Looking up at me, now making direct eye contact, he slowly pushed my panties aside. Damon knelt on the bed, hovering over me and began to part my thighs with his rough, calloused palms. He dipped his head down and began licking thick, warm stripes into my folds, eagerly lapping up my juices. Watching his face get wetter mixed with the intense pleasure I felt was almost enough to push me over the edge.

"Mmm.. you're soaking wet…Is this all for me?" He smirked. "Oh, yes. Everything.." I nodded as he licked and sucked at my sensitive skin. He then pulled away and added two of his long, beautiful fingers inside of me. He thrust his fingers in and out of me with ease as my body responded to his every move. I let out a moan as he fingered me faster.

"I want to please you. Does this please you?" he whispered as he continued, adding a third finger. I could barely speak "Mmm.. yes, Damon." as my hips moved in time. "Oh, baby, I love the sounds you make. I want to make you scream." He replied.

I stared into his dark, lust filled eyes, trying to retain control of my body. He pushed in and out of me causing me to moan again, but this time he quickly removed his fingers and brought them up to my mouth.

"Fuck, c'mon." I cursed, as I was getting so impatient. He ran his wet fingers over my lips before I opened my mouth to suck them. "Good girl." he growled.

"Fuck it, Damon… I want you to fuck me.. " I was losing control again.

"Patience, darling, patience. You talk so dirty.. now can you see why I love how you taste?" He teased, pulling his fingers away. My mind was racing, if he only knew the things I would let him do to me.

"Je te veux, so, so badly." He purred in his low, silky voice.

The way he spoke French was such a turn on I could barely control myself. He slid off his shirt, I slowly unzipped his jeans, pulling them off as I pushed him back down on the bed. He was so big, my body was aching to feel him again.

I ran my hands over his large, stiff cock, pumping him up and down. He threw his head back as I slowly wrapped my wet lips around him. He let out a loud moan while I pushed his entire length into my mouth. I had to be very careful not to gag, I slid him out, running my tongue up him and back to his tip. I could feel his muscles tense up under me. "Fuck.." he cursed under his breath. I watched every muscle in his neck move as he swallowed hard.

"Hmm.. now who's dirty.. such dirty words." I half whispered in between sucking him. He bucked his hips as I put him back in my mouth again, pushing him in and out as he kept moving his hips.

"Laisse moi te baiser la bouche." He murmured as he began to buck his hips faster against my lips. I could tell by his body language that he really wanted to fuck my mouth. I started to tease him by licking his tip very slowly smirking at him.

Damon could hardly control himself, he grabbed my wrist again, turning me over.

"I want you on the bed with your knees under you." Every word that came out of his mouth sent jolts of electricity through my weakened body. I did exactly as he asked. His dominant streak drove me absolutely to the edge. I draped my body over the side of the bed and brought my legs under me, putting my behind in the air. Grabbing my hips with some force, I felt Damon pull me closer to his hard cock. I could feel him against my warm, sweaty skin now. He knelt down, licking a few more stripes of my wetness, pushing his tongue deep into me.

"Oh, that feels so good.." I moaned.

He pulled his tongue out, and back in again a few more times. I could feel my core was completely drenched now with a mixture of our juices. I only wanted him inside of me again. Damon pulled his tongue out only to tease me with his tip. "Damon…" I warned, before I could finish my sentence he thrust his cock into me hard, "Oh.. ffffuck" I yelped, as he was finally inside of me. I felt his hands reach my shoulders and pull me down with every thrust. I could feel his nails leaving marks in my skin as he gripped my shoulders hard.

I grabbed the sheets under me as he kept fucking me. I wanted everything from him. "Harder, please, harder.. I'm going to.." I started. He slammed his cock in and out, making our hot sticky bodies come together over and over. He started rubbing circles around my clit, trying so hard to get me off while saying such sexy, dirty words under his breath.

i didn't care if the other hotel guests heard us. They were getting a show for free. I was fucking the most brilliant, amazing, gorgeous man in the world. Who knows maybe they got off to hearing how fucking hot we sounded.

"Who's going to make you come?" He said, so fucking cocky, "Say it….. say it." He panted and gritted his teeth.

The pressure in my stomach built up, stronger and stronger, "Mmmh.. y-you are, Damon, you are… make me come.. please make me." I panted. Damon pulled out and flipped me over, onto my back. "Let me see your face." He demanded.

He quickly turned me over again, pushing my back up against the headboard. I wrapped my legs tightly around him as he slammed his length back inside of me.

"You're so fucking beautiful when I make you come." He said out of breath. He started rubbing my clit faster.

I was hardly able to speak, he brought his mouth back up to mine as my orgasm hit hard. I let out a moan as his tongue pushed into my mouth. My entire body shuddered as my walls pulsed and squeezed around him. "Oh God.. Damon, Damon, Fuck, I love you, I love you.. " I caught myself. I said it, and I think I felt it or was my mind clouded? My heart was pounding as I was coming down from my high.

He pulled out of me then, as I laid back on the bed, breathing hard. Maybe he didn't hear what I said in the heat of the moment. He grabbed his beautiful cock and started to pump it again. Ok. I knew it was ok. It was so hot watching his muscular arms flex and the veins in his huge hands pulse as he rubbed himself inches from my face.

"Do you want to watch me?" I asked breathlessly. He nodded, continuing to rub himself. My body was a little worn out, but I knew it wouldn't take much to get him off I sat straddling the desk chair, facing him, slowly bringing my hand to my still wet core. I started to touch myself with one hand while moaning his name. I slowly pumped my fingers in and out and I began to seductively suck on them.

"Fuck it, get over here." He demanded.

I felt a little heat begin to rush back to my core again. I walked over to him, and began to rub his cock. I got down on my knees in front of him. I wrapped my swollen lips and my tongue around him again. Fitting him in my mouth I sucked as hard as I could, licking him, running my tongue around his tip.

"Suck it until I come.. c’mon.. make me.. make me...." he struggled to speak as I sucked harder. His orgasm hit, releasing his warm hot salty liquid into my throat. My lips still wrapped around him, I licked him up and down a few more times to make sure I got every drop. I loved being so dirty with him.

We were messy, sweaty and spent. Damon began to speak, looking a little embarrassed after the heat of the moment had passed.

"Erm. Sorry I got a little carried away with you, love. I can't fucking help it. I hope that was alright??"

"Damon, you are incredible, you know how much I loved every moment. You're such an incredible lover, but.. you knew that already."

Damon smirked and began to chuckle. "You're not so bad there, yourself, Y/N."

I climbed into bed with him, laying my head on his warm chest. I could feel his heartbeat start to slow down. Damon's breaths became slower, as he began to fall asleep. I closed my eyes and focused on his breathing. I so loved spending this time with him, as amazing as the sex was, this was something completely different. I kept thinking back to my words. Did I really say it? Was I really falling for him? What if he actually heard me?

Lost in my thoughts, I felt Damon stir. Suddenly, he spoke. "I love you, too" he whispered in a groggy voice. My heart jumped as I opened my eyes. I was completely speechless --

[Part 2]

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prettycoolgirl · 3 years

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requests?

hi would anyone be interested if i wrote damon one shots <3

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prettycoolgirl · 3 years

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hey guys my requests are open if anyone like to send me any !! also im working on a request that got sent, right now <3

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beetlebumxo · 4 years

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Can I Drive You Home?

Pairing: Damon Albarn (90s) x Reader

Word Count: 1,908

Warnings: some sexual tension, some language

A/N: Not sure if this qualifies as an AU, but for this story Damon is a musician, but he isn't famous, yet. This is set before cellphones and, Damon still has his driver's license.

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I sat at the bar, choking down my rather stiff drink. I wasn't even supposed to be here. My friend only brought me here, because she didn't want to come alone. I stared into my drink, trying to find a way out of this. I let out a heavy sigh, quickly inhaling and exhaling the warm, smoky air that surrounded me.

Suddenly I heard a voice. "Cheers.." I looked over and saw the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. His eyes caught the light for a second, they were a beautiful shade of blue and his nose was absolutely perfect. His dark blonde fringe hung low in his eyes, accented by his deep blue t-shirt. His jeans hung so perfectly off his slightly lanky body.

I watched him try to balance three large pints of beer between his hands and arms. In his haste, he bumped me, spilling a small amount of liquid on my arm.

"Oh, sorry, love.. did I get ya?" He asked.

"Oh, it's just a small spill, I'm quite alright." I replied.

"Well, alright." He said with a wink.

I watched him walk back to his table, where he joined two other men, about his age. I was definitely attracted to him.

Time passed, the same bright eyed boy came back to the bar. "Oi, another round..!' He motioned to the barmaid with a playful wink. I was pretty sure he gave everyone that wink, now.

"Hey, it's you again.." he said, turning over to me. "By yourself?" He questioned.

Heat began to rise in my cheeks. "Um.. Oh, I'm not alone.. I got dragged here." I said, pointing to the corner where my friend was chatting with another eligible bachelor.

"But.. want to know a secret of mine?" I tried my best to flirt. "I don't really want to be here." I whispered with a slight smile. Damon leaned his elbow up against the bar, with an intrigued look on his face.

"Well.. want to know a secret of mine..?" He smirked, "Those blokes over there?" He pointed over his shoulder. "They're actually kind of boring.." He whispered back. I chuckled at his response.

"Would'ya wanna head out, maybe get some air?" He continued.

"Well, I don't even know your name for one ...." I replied.

"Oh, my manners, yeah…. Damon.."

He brought his hand out to shake mine. I looked down, his hands were so large and beautiful. My hand felt so small in his grip.

"Well, Damon, I'm Y/N".

"Well, Y/N, what do you say?".

"Oh..um.. maybe for a moment, sure."

Normally, I would never have left a bar with a stranger. He could have very easily been a creep, but there was something so warm and charming about him. I suppose I just had a thing for slightly effeminate, British boys. I wasn't really doing anything else in this shitty bar. I might as well find some kind of adventure, I thought.

I hopped off of my barstool and went to grab my coat. Damon already managed to find his brown suede jacket, it looked absolutely perfect on him. He signaled to his table that he was heading out. I didn't see my friend anywhere, but knowing her, she was probably too busy to care.

The cool autumn air hit my face the moment I opened the door. It was refreshing, and I could definitely breathe a little easier outside. "Hold on, mind if I smoke?" Damon asked, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket. "Oh, please, go ahead." I said. He offered me one, but just laughed and shook my head. He slowly brought the cigarette up to his lips and lit it. "Want to go for a quick walk?" I asked. Damon nodded.

The streets were lined with cozy little restaurants and antique shops. I had forgotten what nice little town this was. "It's kind of nice out here.... the cold.." Damon began, holding the cigarette between his teeth as he spoke. "and these little shops and all." He motioned, pointing to one of the stores. I found myself completely distracted by his beauty again. His nose was very straight, but angled at the right places. His eyes were so soft and blue. His hair was slightly messy, making him look so boyishly handsome.

"So.. you know why I was at that bar. What about you?" I asked. "I know your friends were boring but.." I pressed, as I tried to keep up with his pace.

"Well.." he ran his hand through his hair, looking slightly embarrassed. "I just came out of a relationship and.. the boys wanted to get me out."

"Oh.. I'm terribly sorry." I didn't know what to say. But, maybe I actually had a chance.

"Yeah, but, it's better this way.. right? I mean, I keep telling myself that." he tried to force a smile. I really wanted to touch him, but I didn't want to overstep my bounds. I looked over and suddenly the idea came to me.

"Hey, mind if I.." My fingers slightly brushed his as I reached for his cigarette, my cheeks flushed again.

"Changed your mind, eh?" he smirked. I grabbed the thin white stick from between his long, beautiful fingers. I studied his hands this time, every vein, every crease. I absolutely loved his hands. His eyes were on me again, intensely watching as I wrapped my lips around his cigarette. I took one long drag and let it out. I swear I could almost taste him on that cigarette. I shook my head trying to forget the feelings I had. I had only just met him, how could I feel this way? But, the way he was studying me made me wonder if he felt this way, too.

His face looked so delicate in the soft glow of the streetlights. His long brown coat clung to his broad shoulders. I couldn't quite tell if he was actually lanky or slightly toned underneath all of that fabric. But, I wanted to find out. "No." I told myself. I need to shake these thoughts from my mind.

We sat down on a nearby bench, his legs were spread wide, I couldn't help but look at him. I crossed my legs and moved over a bit to give him some more room. His hand brushed up against my thigh as he settled down on the bench. I tried to ignore the slight warmth that I now felt in my stomach.

"So.. tell me more about Miss Y/N." He asked.

"Well, not much to tell. I'll be finished with university soon.. I'm studying music theory.."

Damon's eyes grew wide, "Really.." he replied with childlike enthusiasm. "Well, I play piano.. some guitar... bit of a songwriter too, I suppose…" He chuckled softly.

"So, do you find it hard to write a song?" I asked. He was staring at me again.

"No, not really.. not when you're.." he paused looking down at his feet, he continued as he brought his eyes directly back up to mine. "... inspired."

I felt a little flustered by his stare. There was a clear, almost sexual tension between us, now. He could be so soft yet so intense all in the same moment. My heart began to beat fast, and my hands began to sweat.

Damon had completely captivated me in a matter of the three hours I spent in his presence. I knew this was crazy, completely and utterly insane, but I couldn't stop the thoughts in my head. I diverted my eyes from his stare.

I suddenly caught a glimpse of my wrist. "Oh shit...it's 1am?" I sighed, breaking the tension between us. I had completely lost track of time. Last call was at 12:30. I had also surely missed my ride home. My flatmate didn't even come to look for me, we hadn't even wandered that far from the bar. I should have guessed that she was likely too busy with another one of her potential suitors.

Damon sensed my frustration. "Look, can I drive you home? Or-or...anywhere you want to go right now, Y/N?" His cute little stutter was almost too much for me.

Damon reached out and placed his hand over mine. His skin was so soft, with a tinge of sweat.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so forward before. It's just.. " he paused. "...you're very beautiful.. and-and I didn't really want this night to end."

I sat there frozen, his hand was still pressed against mine. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol in my system or maybe that my mind just couldn't take it anymore. I leaned in, gently placing a kiss on his cigarette stained lips. It was everything I had hoped it would be.

As I pulled away, I could see Damon was starting to smile. His cheeks now flushed with color.

"I.. I'm.. Damon, I.." I began, but he suddenly pressed his long finger against my lips. "Shh.." he chuckled softly.

We stared at each other for a moment, lost in what had just happened. I knew I had gone too far. It was stupid letting my emotions control me. I knew relatively nothing about him, it absolutely had to be the alcohol. I wasn't sure how many he had exactly, but he seemed rather sober at the moment. Damon let out a heavy sigh.

"I really like you, Y/N." He began. "You're.....different.." He put his cigarette out on the ground, lightly stepping on it until the small flame disappeared. "It's late, I'm sure you have to go home. I probably should go, too. Listen, can I call you tomorrow?"

I nodded and searched for a pen and paper in my purse. "Shit…" I said, as I only came up with a pen. Damon handed me his box of cigarettes. "Well, it's as good a paper as any, right?" He said. I pressed the pen into the light cardboard of the box, hoping my print was legible enough for him. I laughed and thought how ridiculous this situation was, meeting this incredible boy, sharing a kiss, then ending the night scrawling my number onto his cigarette box. It was so absurd; Of course, I still had to get home.

"Can I take you home or at the very least call you a cab?" Damon asked with a bit of concern in his voice. I know it was stupid, but I agreed for him to drive me back to my flat. His car smelled of him -a sweet smell from his suede coat, the smoky cigarettes, a little bit cologne. As we got up to my flat, I grabbed his hand and thanked him for a night I would not soon forget.

"Thank you, Damon.." I said as I squeezed his hand. I turned to leave, but he suddenly got out of the car and opened my door. He was such a gentleman. "I'll call you tomorrow, love." He said with a look of longing in his eyes.

He walked back to his side of the car, got in and slowly shut the door. I watched as the light inside of the car faded, and his face disappeared into the darkness. I walked upstairs to my flat and turned the key. I knew whoever let him go was a fool, but I was also thankful, as this was possibly the start of something beautiful.

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beetlebumxo · 4 years

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My Masterlist!

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Blur

90s!Damon Albarn:

Can I Drive You Home?

After the Game (smut)

Paris

Old Friends

Older Damon Albarn:

She’s My Collar (smut)

She’s My Collar (part 2)

I Kind of Like Crazy (Smut)

Dance For Me (smut)

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beetlebumxo · 4 years

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Paris

Pairing: Damon Albarn (90s) x Reader

Word Count: 1,718

Warnings: some angst, arguing, language, fluff

A/N: An imagine of what took place behind the scenes at the MTV Europe Music Awards held in France, 1995.

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Our flight had already been delayed arriving into Orly, we had to make up for lost time. Damon had really messed up his foot on a piece of glass at the Belfast show a couple of days back, he was in no shape to be running through the airport with me.

"Do you think you can make it from the gate to the pick up area of the airport?" I asked as I grabbed my carry on bag and helped Damon navigate his way off the plane back into the airport terminal. "Eh, I'll do my best, love." He smiled softly.

I felt awful that his foot pained him so much; I really wished we could take it easy, I wanted to take care of him and make him feel better. But we still had to get back to the hotel, change and make it to the venue on time. The band was set to take the stage in a few hours. Damon made it from the gate to the front, I picked up our luggage. Luckily management arranged for a limo to meet us.

"Cet endroit est fantastique!" Damon said eyeing the hotel up and down. He had been studying French for over a year now. I had to admit he was pretty good at it! I also had to admit he sounded so incredibly sexy when he spoke it. I had to keep myself in check whenever that beautiful language escaped his lips; this definitely was not the time to act on any impulses. I checked us in while Damon sat on a couch in the lobby area. The hotel was absolutely gorgeous, lined with chandeliers, fountains and such lovely views of the city. After checking in, we made our way to the room, changed and had just enough time to meet our next limo to take us to the venue. As we settled in the car, this was the first time I had a moment to take in what was happening. I just realized this was my first MTV Awards show with Damon.

"Damon, this is so exciting, isn't it? I mean MTV and all?" I gushed.

"Yeah, it's going to really be something else." Damon responded in a mellow voice.

"You're performing! Plus, you're up for an award! It's going to be amazing!! But.. oh, will you be ok with your foot?" I asked.

"I'm pretty excited. Yeah, m'foot should be fine.. I'll just take a pill before heading out" he replied.

The venue was a site to be seen. Famous musicians with models on their arms; flashbulbs going off everywhere. Damon and I snuck in through a side entrance, neither one of us were really interested in the celebrity right now. We checked in with security and were whisked away to Blur's dressing room. We met up with Alex, Graham and Dave. As soon as Damon sat down, the phone rang.

"'ello… yea… that's me" Damon began. "Wait.. but.. wait.. why? Oh that's ridiculous…. You're not fucking serious right?" Damon huffed and slammed the phone down. He quickly brought his hand up and began rubbing his face.

"Apparently.. those Gallagher twats are getting that award tonight, ya know? There was some 'miscommunication'.." he said in a mocking voice while making airquotes. ".. for fucks sake.. we're better than they are." Damon continued. He was now clearly agitated.

"Well, that's bloody grand, isn't it?" Alex replied while noodling on his bass. Graham sat holding his guitar, "...tossers.. why are we even going out there, then?". Dave just rolled his eyes.

"What are you doing?" I asked as Damon tore through the duffle bag he had just come across.

"Damon.."

"What?" He replied with a bit of an attitude.

"Just.. be careful.. don't.." he stared at me. "Don't be stupid, you know what will happen if you mix... those" I motioned to the pill bottle and beer he now had in his grasp.

"Oh, fuck off!" he replied. He popped a good amount of painkillers, and held the green tinted bottle to his lips. He stared at me, while taking a long drink. Graham's mouth dropped open. Alex sucked in his lip, which turned into a slight smirk. Just then, the boys were given the word to go onstage.

I was not having any of Damon's shit today, not after all it took to get us here. "Are you fucking serious??" I yelled, throwing my hands up. "Fine. But don't you dare bitch at me if your performance is absolute shite!!" I was livid.

Damon turned and stormed off towards the stage. Alex just looked at me and shrugged, as he followed behind Damon.

To be honest, the performance wasn't a complete disaster. I was more upset with Damon's attitude and reckless behavior. He was able to hold the notes just fine, as he hid his less-than-sober self very well at times. However, it was quite clear he was under the influence as he swayed, smiled to himself, and finally, fell to the floor. I watched from behind the monitors, just shaking my head. "Fucking idiot!" I mumbled.

The ride back to the hotel was quiet. I didn't say much. The mixture of alcohol and opioids had rendered Damon quite useless. He rested his head against the car window. I watched as his muscles softened; The stress and tension faded from his delicate face as his breaths became slower and more uniform. Sleep had taken over his weary body.

I looked over at my lover who had nodded off next to me and felt a tinge of pain in my stomach. Why did he have to act that way sometimes? I knew he was under a lot of stress lately between demands from the record company, touring and now this never ending battle with Oasis. I sighed and watched the streetlights dance across Damon's beautiful features. He already had a few breakdowns before. I would stay up almost all night holding him in my arms, trying to reassure him. I think sometimes he needed me to be his girlfriend, and other times he needed me to be his mother. It was a difficult task, but, I wouldn't have traded it for anything. Damon could be so funny, brilliant, passionate, loving. Millions of girls wanted to be with him, and here I was, the lucky one. And I knew I was lucky.

We arrived back at the hotel. I gently nudged Damon awake. "Mmhm..one more minute" he said in a very deep, rough voice, turning closer towards the window. I nudged him again "Damon.. c'mon." He awoke and I helped him get to the room. I put my arm around his shoulder to steady him, he brought his hand up to mine. Our fingers entangled; I felt my heart skip a beat under his touch. He always managed to make me weak, even when I was upset with him. He truly had such power over me.

I opened the door and helped him over to the bed. He was very groggy. I took off his sneakers and gently placed the comforter over his lanky body. I leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his perfect nose. "Fucking idiot…" I whispered, but this time with a small smile. I climbed into bed next to him and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning only to find Damon had disappeared from the room. I wasn't really sure what I was in for. But, I never really knew what I was in for with Damon. We hadn't really spoken after the performance, and certainly not in his state last night. Just then there was a knock at the door. It was Damon.

"Hello" he said, with a slight quiver in his voice. His fringe was long, covering his bright blue tired eyes, he still looked very worn out. I looked at him and felt any anger I had left start to fade. He was holding something behind his back.

"I know these aren't much.." he began as he pulled out a small, slightly messy bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "but it's all I could find in the garden..." he chuckled, bringing his hand up, running his fingers through his hair.

I smiled at him. pressed my finger softly to his pink lips. "Shhh". I said, "And don't go picking the flowers from the garden here! The staff might see you and start a fuss!" I grabbed his large hand in mine and pulled him inside the room.

"Can we.. talk?" Damon began. I nodded and set the bouquet down on the nightstand. We sat down on the bed, he picked up my hand and began to speak. I felt heat rising in my cheeks again.

"Look, Y/N... I'm sorry..I said some things…" he started to look down at his feet, moving his injured foot slightly in and out of his shoe.

"I let that shit get the best of me, and I took it out on you." I started to respond, but he continued. "it wasn't right. You've been nothing but there for me, and even now with this." he brought his injured foot up and pointed to it. "Well, I don't know how you put up with me." He looked up with a slight smile.

"Damon.. thank you. You know what you did last night was stupid. I know you're under tremendous stress…. but.. promise you won't ever do that again.." I sighed.

Damon brought his hand up to my face, slowly running his fingers through my hair. He now made full eye contact with me. I couldn't look away from his beautiful eyes.

"Y/N.. I promise." He sighed heavily. "Listen, how about we stay another night here? We can relax then maybe, explore the city, take in some of the sights, see some of the little shops?"

"You know, I would really love that. I think we need that." I replied.

"I love you, Y/N, please don't ever forget that." he sighed.

"I love you, too" I smiled back.

Suddenly, I felt his hand gently grab my face, as he pressed his lips to mine. My whole body softened with his kiss. He had made so happy. I couldn't wait for our adventures in Paris to begin.

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