i still receive lots of notes on the works i posted here and im really, really thankful for it <3 this blog - and blur - meant a lot to me during some hard ass times but... no, i'm not coming back anytime soon. quick q&a for u guys bc i feel like i owe u a proper goodbye bc you've been too good to me!
are you dropping this blog bc of the graham accusations that surfaced a while ago?
...yeah, ngl, but that's not the only reason. i fell out of love hard a little while before they surfaced, anyway (for no specific reason in particular, just got tired and moved on to another obsession lmao n in some ways i won't expand on, it wasn't being good for me anymore). also work got even more demanding n i had a hundred thousand other things to focus on. let's say i already fell out of love before, but the accusations made me feel even more validated in that sense
will you delete this blog?
nope! but i'm not updating it ever again. i won't say i hope GC rots in hell or anything like that bc that's not true, but i simply don't relate in any way, shape or form with him + i couldn't care less about him, this blog's main muse, anymore. won't ever forget i started to play the guitar bc of him tho - and imo blur, strictly music-wise, still slaps. won't be throwing away my shirts or anything hkjsd
are you uploading fics anywhere else?
yes! but they're not blur or britpop related. if you're into star wars and especially into anakin skywalker and obi-wan kenobi AND YOU'RE OF AGE AND NOT A MINOR come follow me at @starmanskywalker! i also write as chassagne on ao3 (mostly for the SW fandom as well).
thank you for everything, loves. i've been meaning to write a last fic as a goodbye gift to u but it's really hard to write about something u don't love as intensely as u once did (it gets even harder if u even despise it a bit now lol), so i decided against it. take care, don't trust your idols w your life especially if you're a young girl and don't interact w them through twitter if you're a minor, don't read my fics if you're a minor - i mean it, IT AIN'T GOOD FOR YOU - and trust miki berenyi's guts whenever she says she dislikes someone .
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I miss your fics very very much girl!!! Thanks for hard feelings, it was such a ride lmao
aaaaaaa đđŁ thank u so so much love!! means the world to me that u enjoy my works!
no hard feelings is a wild ride indeed, n im glad the response to it was so positive!! will i ever be able to write something as depraved again? time will tell đ¤
bro idk if this will be coherent or fully understandable, but i was thinking about your fics and how they feel and i got to something... ok. ur fics feel very colourful to me and vivid...? i just "see" a lot of colours when i read your works and everything is like always a tad enthusiastic (even some tumultuous bits. but like in a good way, because you do translate heavy emotions very well but i can't help but feel it... idk how to explain it very well, it's a cool duality I have in my head, i suppose) and i think i always sense things with certain people's works... ur one of them -- your writing, to me, is like a colourful show. :)
sorry for ranting like this lol i'm sitting around myself for too long but it's something đŹđź
how adorable is this omfg thank you so much my baby!!! đđ love u lots n im so glad my works bring u this feeling!!
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thank u so much, bbyâźď¸ đ writing this one was such a great challenge. so much going on at the same time i didnt want u to get confused n still turned out hot. this is my gift to this fandom i guess
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AAAAAA DJDBSJBD happy pride!! im so glad u enjoyed it!! i confess i was afraid this one would spark Discourseâ˘ď¸ but we truly just be havin a good time here. *blows a kiss to my fellow bi girls n boys*
ok so i saw this prompt on a different account but the writer never got to it and it looks like the account is inactive, so i was wondering if you could please do a prompt where y/n is one of the blur guysâ roommate (and he has a thing for her but heâs too scared to say anything) but then she starts getting close to one of the other guys and she starts bringing him home, and her roommate gets jealous and then confesses true feelings or something ahdksja it can be fluff or smutty or both idc
i subverted it just a little, but i think you'll like it! thank u so much for the prompt bby
no hard feelings ⢠graham coxon/reader/damon albarn
âź new prompt fill âź
i love how vague u were, anon, n i wonder how this prompt came to be. are u attracted to every blur member or not one of em? this message is so intriguing
this is dirtier than everything i ever wrote i think. u gave me way too much liberty in this prompt lord almightyâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ...i guess i subverted it a little
starring reader as girlboss n graham (n damon to an extent) as malewives. in case it isn't clear enough, this is a threesome fic
seriously bisexual content, treading some poly grounds here. we have some sub!graham here as well - or my attempt at it
if youâre not into gramon then u wonât like this one v much. be open minded though it'll be worth it
cw: drug induced horniness. this is really really really dirty. graham if u ever find this blog just leave please i love u.
aaaaaaa i told u enough. i hope u enjoy it
âItâs the fourth time this week you bring Graham here, câmon.â Damon tries not to sound annoyed, but it was really hard not to notice the bitter tone in his voice.
âWhy are you so annoyed by his visits lately? Whatâs gotten into you? Heâs your best friend!â You answer, completely confused by his tone.
âNothing,â he grumbles, grabbing his chinese takeout and leaving you alone in your shared apartmentâs kitchen, brows furrowed. Youâre dumbfounded.
What the hell is wrong with him? You follow your grumpy roommate to the living room. You position yourself in front of the TV, obstructing his vision with your arms crossed.
âGive me a decent answer, Albarn. This has gone on long enough.â
If looks could kill, youâd be six feet under by now. âI already see him all day, everyday. Thatâs it. I wanna forget a bit about my job when I come home.â
âYou canât stop talking about Blur whenever youâre here. You only act like that when Grahamâs around nowadays. Have you argued again?â
âWe havenât. Heâs still my best friend. Now may I please keep on watching TV?â It wasnât really a question.
âDamon, I need to know whatâs happening.â
âI already told you. Nothing is happening. You do whatâs better for you.â
Oh. With that simple sentence, you got it.
It canât be. It canât be.
The gears in your head visibly turn as he rolls his eyes. âAre you... jealous of Graham?â The hypothesis is so absurd you canât even believe itâs coming out of your mouth. You expect a burst of laughter, or even a reprimand for saying something as silly as that. But instead, you receive blushing cheeks from the proudest person you know and his eyes averting yours, ashamed.
Oh man.
-
You know these unlikely friendships that endure the test of time? An ex-boyfriend of an aunt that becomes part of the family, two people that are complete opposites and still become best friends?
You first met the blond-haired brat when he tried to get into the studio you used to work at. It was already too late for new bookings, you said. We are overflowing with them, you said. Our first concert is tomorrow and our studioâs flooded, he said. You have to do it for us, he said.
He tried to steal the keys from you. He tried to bribe you with money. Drugs. But you wouldnât budge.
Truth was - if you wanted to, really, really wanted to, you could find a slot for them. But Damon was insufferable. You were determined to win this battle of wits. If he was insistent, you would be a wall of impenetrable steel. It became personal.
In short, after almost an hour of intense negotiations, Graham, his brown-haired shy friend, was the one who ended up convincing you. You were sad you ended up giving Damon an indirect victory, but Graham, sadly, was too adorable and too diplomatic for you not to. Dave and Alex had their fair share of credits too, but Graham was crucial to your decision making.
A few years have passed. Through a series of coincidences and some incredible events in your life, you ended up becoming the manager of one of the bands that visited the studio where you used to work at - and that had as one of its contemporaries the band formed by the same stubborn boys, whose group was now called Blur and had considerable success as well. The reunion was inevitable: countless festivals and TV shows usually booked both bands, so as some of the hottest names from the Britpop scene you would eventually see each other again.
And you did.
Both Blur and the band you managed got a slot on the soundtrack of one of Britainâs hottest movies of the year. Naturally, both bands were in the wild release afterparty. While you already expected to see them again, you didnât expect Damon Albarn remembering who you were when a mutual friend presents you to him. âNo way!â he exclaims, genuinely surprised. âYouâre (B/N)âs manager?â
âDo you remember me?â
âOf course. It makes sense, though. Dictatorial profiles do make excellent band managers.â He notes with a snarky smile while he lights up a cigarette. You huff, rolling your eyes at his remark, a slight annoyed smile escaping from your lips. He didnât change a bit, except for his slightly more mature features.
âIf I was truly dictatorial, Damon, you wouldnât rehearse that day. If it wasnât for your friends though...â
âSo you know each other already?â Your friend asks both of you.
âOne night, years ago, back when Blur was Seymour and I still worked on Hodgesâs studio, Damon annoyed me until I ended up opening a slot for him and his friends to rehearse there for three hours. Actually, the only reason I yielded was because his nicer friend was way better at negotiating. His guitarist." You answer, pretending he wasnât even there until you ask him: âDid the show at least go well? Did that bloody rehearsal make a difference?â
âYes, it did make a difference, thank you very much. If youâre as tough as you were that day in every aspect of your business making, (B/N) will either become the new Beatles or a very temporary fad.â He notes, never losing his naughtiness.
âBold of you to put yourself in the position to determine anything, given youâve lost your spot to us twice this month on the charts. Dictatorial profiles do make excellent band managers.â You bite back, downing yet another glass of expensive champagne. It seems like you were made to play this constant game of cat and mouse. âBut Iâm glad things are working well for you, Mr. Albarn. Itâs nice to see you again, you havenât changed a bit.â
âYou havenât changed either, Y/N.â He answers, disconcerted and amused by your wit. It was about time someone put him in his place - but you knew this wasnât over yet.
-
Youâre tipsy enough when he approaches you, now by himself, while youâre stargazing in one of the immense balconies of the venue, a whisky on his hand and his pupils wide. The moonlight suits him.
âSo, how did you get the job?â His voice is even lower now. Youâve found it amusing back then and you still do - how can someone look so angelic and have such a demonic personality and voice?
âLots of things happened at the same time and they eventually noticed I was the most appropriate person to do it. I learned a lot from my mum and dad, who worked in the industry. Gave (B/N) a few valuable pieces of advice, and half of the band were already close friends of mine too. Iâm really good at what I do and theyâre really good at what they do. Everything clicked.â
âI see. Now - youâre not asking me about what happened to us after that fateful day?â
âMy God.â You scratch your eyes, impatiently. âI read a lot about your story already. And I donât even mean it in a bitter way, really. You know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.â
âYou see me as an enemy? Youâre breaking my heart.â He jocosely places his hand on his heart, faking an expression of pain.
âBusiness talk, brat.â You playfully elbow him. âI can assure you Chris Morrison sees (B/N) the same way and knows all there is to know about us. Itâs our job.â
âI understand, maâam.â
âBut yeah. Blurâs really good. There are certainly bands with more balls than you guys, but,â you mock. âModern Life Is Rubbish was really something. So was Parklife. Couldn't stop playing them.â
âThank you. Compliment taken.â
âYouâre not telling me the band I work for is great?â You imitate his tone, he gives you a stare. You finally look him in the eye. âSee how bratty you sound?â
âYouâre quite something, arenât you?â
-
Nothing really romantic came out of your one-night stand that night. He knew how to push your buttons in more ways than one, but both of you werenât exactly interested in a relationship. You kept in touch because of your mutual connections and interests, and against all odds, you became close friends. You respected each otherâs relationships, lend a shoulder to cry on and/or a bed to sleep on when necessary. When he decided to move from his old apartment, you were already looking for a place too, so you both thought why not?
You both had very similar lifestyles - people often deduced you were a couple by how you lived. You were so used to denying it categorically to jealous partners and other friends, you both started to profoundly believe you werenât meant to be together in that way.
Not even when you felt your stomach drop at the usual sight of him bringing another woman or man home, not even when you felt sort of relieved when he told you his fling with his latest lady was just a fling and meant nothing to him. Not even when he started noticing you were starting to become closer to Graham and felt something bitter grow inside him whenever he saw you with his best friend.
It was complicated. But it worked really well, so it was okay.
Until it wasnât.
-
âFuck.â Is the only thing that comes out of your mouth after his silent confirmation. The energy in the room is tense as he tries to leave the room but you wonât let him. âHow is this fling with him any different from the ones Iâve had before?â
Heâs so reluctant to answer, looking anywhere but your eyes, but it comes out anyway. âBecause I think this one will last.â
âOh.â Youâre equally shocked and glad to hear that. âAnd how did you come to this conclusion?â
âIt doesnât matter. You do whatever you want to do - fuck in front of me if you want to. Sorry to bother you. Now please let me leave.â
He sounds truly hurt. But what the hell he expects from you? From Graham?
What do you owe to each other?
âI canât believe I even brought that up,â he continues. âWe donât owe each other anything but rent.â He says, as if reading your mind. You let him go, but not before asking: âWill you keep looking at him weird whenever he comes here?â
âI looked at him weird?â He asks back.
âYou did. I donât want to be the one to blame if your friendship ends.â
He chuckles, an empty, soft laughter; eyes still downcast and his tone mellow. âI love him too much to let him go. Bring him tomorrow if you want. Whenever you want. I donât care - I just want both of you to be happy.â
Now wait--
before you could probe him further for answers, he closes the door.
Tomorrowâs party is going to be a blast.
-
Because I think this one will last.
I want both of you to be happy.
I love him too much to let him go.
You barely slept that night, replaying that conversation thousands of times in your head. Out of a sudden, you werenât sure of anything anymore. Perhaps he was jealous of Graham, but maybe of you as well this time.
You were never really sure of the dynamics of their friendship. You have a slight suspicion theyâve shagged in the past, but thatâs something you never had the courage to ask either of them. And you were pretty open with each other about everything, the three of you. Guess youâve finally found a topic you were not too comfortable to discuss.
Grahamâs not clueless about the situation and even though you assured him everything would be okay if he came to the party you were hosting at your (and Damonâs) apartment the next day, youâve been noticing heâs working hard on creating excuses not to go. Luckily enough, heâs an awful liar in the same way youâre incredibly persuasive when you want to, so things couldnât go any other way than yours on that fateful night. You and Graham down some shots on the way to your place to ease your nerves.
Damonâs already being the life of the party when you finally manage to bring Graham to your apartment. The moment his eyes cross yours, and he sees Grahamâs arm around your back, you feel like you turned on a switch on his brain. He immediately redirects your attention to you.
âIf it ain't the couple of the century!â His smile was wide and inviting, somehow? The inner machinations of Damon Albarnâs mind are an enigma. âIâm so happy you came, Gra.â
You and Graham share a look. Heâs up to something, but you donât openly acknowledge it. Instead, you choose to dance to the beat of his drums. âTook me a while to convince him, but we made it. Having fun already?â
âA party isnât a party without you, but Iâm making do with what I have. Why donât you make yourselves comfortable?â He asks, handing one pill of ecstasy to each of you. âThis oneâs special.â
Graham squints his eyes, a slight smile crossing his lips while he closely inspecting the pill. âSpecial?â
âYeah. Take it, then tell me if you feel anything different than usual.â
As every other sensible person would do, you do as youâre told. So does Graham. Instantly, a pleasant, sweet flavor fills your mouth. You might have held out hope that it was the usual thing were it not for the spreading tingling across your tongue and lips.
You blow a kiss in Damonâs direction and start striding through the crowded, rowdy party, Grahamâs hand not leaving yours as the tingling trickled its way down your throat and the intense colorful lights reflected all over your sparkly dress.
For every step you took, something new set in. The subtle nebulousness of your thoughts, an increase in body temperature, the most bizarre desire to stroke the skin of your cheek for a while. You move towards the kitchen, feeling your mouth quickly dry up. You desperately needed some water.
A few greetings and chatters later, reaching the fridge, you down two bottles of water like youâve spent a weekend in the desert - itâs primal, the way the water drops run down your throat. Graham looks like heâs lost in a haze for a bit.
You snap your fingers in front of him, offering him another bottle. âYou okay, love?â
âY-yeah. Iâm okay.â He says, struggling a bit. âHave you noticed?â
âNoticed what?â
âHow many people are fucking - or near it - around here.â he notes with a vague gesture, voice just slightly slurred. The anxiety, the euphoria, the arousal. It was all coming to a head. You pressed your lips together as you stifled a whine. It was quite clear exactly what the intended effects of this drug were.
âGod, is this supposed to make people horny, then? Damon is so predictable sometimes.â You sigh, a bit frustrated by your conclusion. âEveryone took it. Itâs gonna be hell to clean.â You notice Grahamâs trying his best not to pant. Sweat prickled on your temple and cooled on the back of your neck. âWill we be able to hold it together for a bit? I want to enjoy the party a little more, I spent so much on it.â
âSure. Iâm grabbing some more to drink.â
âMe too. The coldest thing we have.â
You grab some more alcohol, and before you could raise your glass in a toast, he draped his arms around your frame, pulling you closer to him. You loved him so, so much. He was even prettier up close - no drug could enhance the already gigantic attraction and adoration you harbored for him.
You invite Graham to hit the improvised dance floor with you. You already knew the answer, knowing he wasnât a dancer, but it never hurt to try.
âOkay. Iâll dance with you tonight.â A very pleasant surprise. His voice is raspy - his eyes hungry. He realized how deep you were breathing. How lazily your eyelids hovered. His werenât so different.
âNo wandering hands,â you whisper before he could move his hand further down your waist. âJust dancing.â
âJust dancing.â He lifts his hand in a pinky promise, and you kiss, your tongues still sweet with spice.
Of course it ends up getting a little longer and hotter than expected given how effective this goddamn pill was. Your body was desperate for contact, and you wanted to oblige to its wishes and Grahamâs mouth was so addictive, but you also wanted the night to last longer. Alcohol usually left you sleepier, so you knew that once youâve shagged, you were done for. Even with the ecstasy.
Coxon loudly whines when you break the kiss. You giggle. âCâmon. Itâll be worth the wait. These things last in our system.â
âIâm trusting you.â
He follows you to the dance floor, movements careful while you danced your heat away. Graham takes turns looking at you and at Damon, whose eyes lay upon you and Coxon from the other side of the room with a heaviness he'd seen before.
Both in jealousy and in desire.
Itâs the pill talking, without a doubt - but Damon looks heavenly, even if his intentions aren't as pure. He looks like he's an otherworldly being in the middle of mere mortals - just like you do. Graham's more than happy to just call Damon a friend nowadays though, so he tries to push these thoughts to the back of his mind.
-
An hour or so later, youâre exhausted from the dancing, singing and the additional drinking sponsored by the friends who wanted you to try this drink, then that one, then the other one. The reason you didnât last longer was because that pill was taking its sweet toll on your body too - it craved contact. No water, no sweating, no anything would stop that burning inside of you if the main purpose it was crafted for wasnât fulfilled: fucking. Graham also desperately needed relief.
âHey, Y/N!â Damon beckoned you. âSomeoneâs on the phone wanting to talk to you.â
âNo way.â You answer, hoping your panting could only be associated with how tired you were. âTell them to call me later.â
âAre there people in my room? Who answered it?â
âNo, I heard it ring from outside. I answered it.â
Your vision was spinning from how drunk and generally fucked up you were. Everyone was, including your messenger. You pull yourself together just enough, and youâre surprised at how fluid and imposing your walk to your bedroom is, given your current state, but work is work. Graham and Damon follow you for some reason.
âYes? Y/N here.â You answer the phone, lying in your bed hoping your vision would still. Damon sits on a chair across the room, Graham lies by your side.
No fucking way this son of a bitch on the other side of the line wanted to discuss a contract with you at this specific hour. But it was indeed unavoidable. âNot at all. Donât worry, youâre not bothering me. Go on,â you say, trying to hide the frustration in your voice.
The recording company businessman on the line, Samuel, went on and on about an specific clause on a recently offered marketing contract that could fuck your band over. You try your best to focus 100% on what he was saying. You thought Graham was already sleeping, but then his hands start lightly caressing your leg. He did that every time you were dealing with serious business near him. He was so attracted to that no-bullshit, commanding side of yours. âI do understand how that could be damaging to us.â You answer. Damonâs watching the scene absentmindedly. A thought consisting of what is he even doing here? briefly crossed your mind, but you let it go. The situation is already complex as it is.
âNo. I never considered instructing them to sign it without your consent first.â You roll your eyes at Damon while talking to the man on the phone, conveying your annoyance at being bothered at such an unfortunate hour. Damon cockishly smiles at the scene. âI would never be that reckless, you know Iâm not that kind of managerâ, you say.
You could notice Grahamâs hands becoming more adventurous by the minute as the conversation goes on, dextrous fingers reaching further and further up your thigh as they unpretentiously come and go. You adjust your position on the bed a little more and you give him the green light to go all the way with a desperate look and a little nod. Damonâs eyes overanalyze every lingering glance and every movement you two make: youâre about to put on a show for him while he had a very privileged vision of your bodies. âI havenât told them anything different than you already did. Anyone who told you a different story is lying.â You assured Samuel on the phone as Graham turns his body towards you, his impatient hand lifting the flimsy, shiny pink dress you wore in order to reach that also impatient part of you.
Damonâs dumbfounded at how your face somewhat betrays you when Graham touches (and teases) you without taking your underwear off, but your voice is unwavering. Not even the substances, not even Grahamâs skillful ministrations and silent, small kisses on your neck could take the professionalism out of you. Albarn wonders if youâve ever done this kind of thing before. (No way you havenât.)
His heart threatens to burst out of his chest at any given moment.
âI can assure you that. Iâve talked to five of our lawyers, weâre going to sort this all out. And weâre gonna get that money in the end.â After getting you properly wet, Graham swiftly slips two fingers past the edge of your panties without taking them off and you suppress a gasp against your hand, that is tightly shutting your lips so the man you were talking with wouldnât listen. This is a sight Damon Albarn wonât ever forget. âYes. Th-they offered the deal last Thursday, the files are in Sabinaâs office if you want to take a look.â You motion at Graham to be less enthusiastic so you can keep your composure. âOh no, my dog just startled me.â
Both Graham and Damon muffle a laugh as Graham now moves at a slower pace, two fingers working wonders inside of you while his thumb circles your clit in precise movements. âSure. Iâll make sure to keep you updated. Itâs not like Iâm not already doing that, innit, Sam?â You put your arm in front of your eyes, hoping to cut off at least one font of stimulation - the visual - so you wouldnât fall apart. Given how intensely your belly was already moving and how vigorously you were grinding against your boyfriendâs (that title is debatable) hand, you wouldnât last long. Youâre talking to a stakeholder while being gloriously masturbated by Graham Coxon and watched by a very concentrated Damon Albarn, who canât take his eyes off the two of you, mustering all of his strength not to touch himself at the sight even though heâs visibly quite hard.
When you feel the pressure gradually tightening in your abdomen and how a mindblowing orgasm is building within you, you make sure to open your eyes again just so you can directly stare at Damon when the time comes. âOk. Iâll be sure to check it for you,â you tell Samuel. As your legs start to tremble and sweat starts beading in the back of your knees, you say your goodbyes and turn off the phone, letting yourself be vocal at last, right at the moment you reach the ultimate peak.
While you come down off your high and your breathing stabilizes, you turn to Graham, sharing a lascivious kiss with him. Damon stays supernaturally still. âSomeoneâs feeling left out,â you whisper, lips barely touching Grahamâs after you break the kiss. You both direct your eyes at Albarn.
âWhat do you want from us?â Is what you ask him. You were almost trembling by how aroused you still were. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. You were so turned on thereâs no way you could sleep now, even with the alcohol and the pill wreaking havoc on your system.
You knew that was their case as well.
âWhatever youâre willing to give me. If itâs just looking, thatâs fine.â Is Damonâs answer.
âWe can give you so much more than that.â Graham says, as you nod. âCome here.â You call him.
He kicks off his shoes and takes off his shirt on his way to the bed. He lies by your side, youâre now in the middle of them. For a few seconds, you just look at each other, chests heaving.
Damonâs eyes are so blue. The whole thing seems unreal; a fever dream. What will become of the three of you after that is a mystery.
(One you don't dwell on too much - his lips take over yours too quickly and too intensely for you to have the time.)
Your heartâs pounding on your chest and you could only focus on how soft Damon felt against your mouth, how addictively he invaded all of your senses. Meanwhile, Grahamâs hands kept slowly wandering through your hips, your breasts, your thighs.
You break the kiss, gasping for air, a dazzled smile blooming on your face, then turn your head to Grahamâs side, now kissing him - it still wasnât clear if you dreamt this moment to life. There was rawness in the way Coxonâs fingers curled around the base of your neck. You sneaked a guilty peek at him every time you came back for air, just to make sure this wasnât a product of your imagination.
You prop yourself up just enough to take off your dress with their help, then return to the debauchery. Itâs incredible how the many differences between their personalities are visible even in the way they kiss.
While you keep kissing Graham, Damonâs mouth lower to your neck â where he of course leaves a love bite, letting a muffled moan escape from you.
Two of the most desired men in Europe were on your bed. What a powerful thought.
You alternate through the duoâs lips for a while before you turn your entire body to the brown-haired man to kiss him more as Albarn kept spreading open-mouthed kisses through your feverish skin, the blondâs hands now tracing your still sensitive and throbbing core as you part your legs to give him space to do it. âYou definitely got her ready.â Damon notes to Coxon, his tone especially malicious. It was almost embarrassing how needy you were right now. You notice Damon searching for protection, and you assure him: âIâm on the pill, just--please.â
âOk then, love.â Damon takes off his pants and underwear in a rush, hands trembling, just stabilizing when his eyes cross Grahamâs, when the guitarist parts for air, eyes a bit lost in the greatest of senses. As Damon aligns himself with your pussy he makes sure to find an angle for his body where he can reach Grahamâs lips easily as well, and you lower yourself so you also make his path easier and also so you can have better access to Grahamâs still clothed cock. He is aching for your attention. While you undress Coxon, Damon enters you with a sounding âohâ that is muffled by Coxonâs lips crashing onto his. Itâs too much. He wonât pretend he hasnât been missing any of this. Your body on his. Grahamâs lips on his.
Damon wonders for a brief moment if this pill is also capable of hyper-realistic and sensual hallucinations. Itâs incredible he had the chance to have you both again â at the same time, for Christâs sake.
As you move your hips experimentally to orient yourself to this familiar - yet almost forgotten - territory, your mouth was practically watering in anticipation at the sight of Grahamâs reddened, precum-pearled cock, and you licked your lips eagerly as his fingers brushed through your hair. You take it in your mouth, shivering at the thought youâre being part of such an intense cycle of pleasure as you hear the little sounds youâre taking out of them mixed with the sounds of their lips moving against each otherâs. As your tongue darts out, lapping at the almost transparent fluid briefly before your mouth was filled with the taste of Graham, you shift around just a little so you can accommodate Damonâs length inside you better as well, and as he fills you with his cock, inch by inch, the vibrations of your groans on Grahamâs dick is also too much for the guitarist to handle. âFuck,â you hear Damon mewl in a broken, quiet, confessional sigh. âI missed you so much. Both of you.â Youâre so wet that there's almost no drag, just the sweet pressure of Albarnâs impressively thick cock.
âWeâve missed you too.â Is what you two reply, sincerely, while Damon thrusts long, gliding thrusts into you that make you want to beg for him to go faster, harder. It must show in how you move against him, because his face registers with understanding. He adjusts his hips up towards that spot (oh my god, that spot), and starts to pound into you harder than before.
You rest your hands against Graham's thigh, giving it a slight squeeze as an invitation for the man to start moving. He holds your head in place and starts to slowly move his hips, and you force your jaw to relax to accept more of his length down your throat. You felt confident that he would stop if you indicated that he was going too far, so you let your eyes flutter shut as you focused on pleasuring him as Damon buried himself in you in increasingly erratic though intense thrusts, Damonâs mouth hardly leaving Grahamâs. One of Albarnâs hands guided your hips, the other, pulled Grahamâs neck to him so he could kiss the other man more intensely.
Your tongue curled against the veiny, velvety underside of Grahamâs shaft, and each time Coxon pulled back, you sucked around the tip of his cock until he thrust the full length back in. Or at least, as much of the full length as you could manage. After a few more minutes, you opened your teary eyes as your nose brushed against Grahamâs bony abdomen, your throat working desperately to handle the intrusion. The next time Graham pulled out, he did so completely with a guttural moan to allow you to catch your breath.
Saliva streamed down your chin as you panted, your mouth still full of the bitter, musky taste that Grahamâs cock and precum had left behind. You intercalate your oral ministrations with a handjob as Damonâs movements falter and you feel him spilling inside you. His orgasm shakes through his body, building low in his groin and rolling through him in tingles that rush in waves with your synced movements. You squeeze up your inner walls around Damonâs cock, the action also causing you to feel a few new bursts of pleasure ricochet through you, though not enough to sate you completely for a second time. You also notice Grahamâs close too, given how keen his noises are and how shaky he is, youâre not at all surprised when your tongue is filled with hot, thick spurts of cum. He was already on fire, greedy, aching. He almost sees stars, he comes so hard, and you work him through it. Itâs everything heâs needed and more.
After long minutes of kissing where Damon is able to be reminded of Grahamâs taste through your mouth and Graham tastes himself through your lips as well, Damon slips out of you and you stretch your body, too spent to move for a while. Graham offers to clean you up, which you accept, but you still feel dirty. Damon lights up a cigarette while he helps Coxon with the aftermath cleanup. You ask Damon for a cig too, planning to smoke it while you very slowly and lazily prepare to take a shower.
âDo you think the bloke on the phone noticed anything earlier?â Graham asks, a cheeky smile on his face.
You playfully (and lightly) kick him. âI hope not. Or else Iâll be jobless soon.â
âIt would be the funniest news to give to your band. Iâd volunteer to do it. Can you imagine?â Damon giggles.
âDonât even joke about it. Things work differently for women.â You observe, your tone more serious now as you get up. âIf Iâm blacklisted from everything youâll have to support me forever. And Iâm expensive.â
And just like that you stand before each other, exhaustion rolling off the three of you in waves as you start to piece together the events of the night.
âSo⌠whoâs gonna go first?â Damon asks.
âWe could all go at the same time.â You suggest, half-arsedly âjokingâ, leaving them to their debate. You walk to the bathroom with a towel on your hands. Leaving the door open, you turn on the spray of water, dialing it until itâs a comfortable heat.
A few minutes later, you see they agreed with your suggestion. Damon arrives first, then Gra.
You relish in the little groans they make as the water connects with their tense muscles. You finally start to relax under the water, reaching up and over to collect it in your hair and start scrubbing out the sweat. Youâre on the left corner, Damonâs on the right, Grahamâs on the middle, sandwiched between you two, back turned to the other man.
Damon runs his fingers over Grahamâs shoulders. Now perhaps is your turn to be the audience for a while. You confess to yourself youâre a little thrilled to have your little theory confirmed. âHow are you feeling?â Damon asks Graham quietly, a little breathless as he starts to knead the muscles of Grahamâs back with intent. Itâs the closest heâll get to asking Graham to fuck him before theyâre actually fucking, his way of denying itâs what he wants before he gets it.
âGood. Never felt better.â He answers Damon while looking at you, your lips approaching and brushing very lightly over Grahamâs.
Damon hums in response, reaching lower and palming Grahamâs ass. âWanna make you dirty again,â he rumbles, and something about the way he says that is a direct line of lightning to Grahamâs cock. You palm Gra in your hands, now flaccid, but already giving signs itâll jolt up again.
Graham shouldnât be surprised, he knew how this was going to pan out but thereâs still an element of shock, a little part of him thatâs surprised every time Damon shows interest and-- shit--he doesnât want to think about that too hard when your hands and Albarnâs are lathering up every part of his body with body wash? Shampoo? You could use bar soap at this point and Graham wouldnât care as long as you two kept groping him.
Damon nuzzles the back of Grahamâs neck and licks it, nipping softly. Grahamâs already melting when his cock glides in your hand in soft strokes once again, and the way Coxon hisses at the touch before he takes your mouth in his drives you crazy â none of you knew how much you needed this until right this moment, when the three of you are standing in your shower with rivulets of pink and soap suds sliding down the drain, the velvet slide of skin on skin aided by the water and soap between you. âFuck,â the brunette hisses out, back arching at the sensation of your hand jerking his overstimulated cock slowly, carefully, while Damon now grinds against him, kisses from two different mouths being spread all over his fair skin. Whenever he moved forward, he felt your presence, whenever he moved backwards, he felt Albarn pressing his length against him. It was almost poetic if he thought about it. Metaphorical.
But past and present no longer existed. It all began to blur. He never wanted this to end.
Neither did you and Damon. With a silent yet efficient agreement, in a contract signed with an exchange of looks, you both decide to edge him for as long as possible.
Whenever Coxon was too close, you or Damon decided you needed a beauty product in a distant cabinet and just had to leave him hanging for a few seconds. Literally.
Eventually, what was fun became unbearable.
The moment you noticed the sticky wetness between your legs became too much to handle, Grahamâs whimpers became desperate - poor thing was so impossibly horny he could barely form coherent thoughts anymore - Damon was also losing control and you three were already too clean, it was when you realized it was time to go back to bed, this time, all of you butt naked.
After you dry yourselves, youâre the first to lie on the bed, parting your legs. Graham follows, joining you between them. As much as itâs really tempting to have him inside you now as he kisses you fervently, you and Damon have something else in store for him and he knows that. âBaby,â you sigh, breaking the kiss reluctantly. His breath eases warm against your lips and the stirring heat in your stomach settles into something tender, full. Itâs a rush of a feeling, tumbling into itself and almost overwhelming, and you tip your head down against his to escape it, pressing your foreheads together. âIt would be so nice if you ate me out now.â
âWhile Damon fucks me, right,â he deduces with a slightly daring smile, voice raspy, breathy with need. He plants a small kiss on your lips before you answer with another question:
âIs this what you want?â
âYes, God, yes.â
âOk then. Heâs coming, love. Be patient. Youâre such a good boy.â You tease. He was so close to his breaking point already, you knew that would only push him further. He wouldnât last long.
Damon arrives with a bottle of lube in his hand and gets himself ready while Graham trails his way down to your core with more kisses. As his grip tightens on your thighs and he tilts himself available to Damon, he goes down on you like a man starved, all impatient need and very little finesse, though not (maybe never) in a way that is unpleasant. He doesnât think you mind with the way you buck against his face like youâre trying to fuck it. He happily lets you, opening his mouth wide and letting you rut against the flat of his tongue. He dips two fingers into your slick, eager hole; you falter, whining against the back of your hand, and he starts lapping at you anew, tongue circling around your clit and then down between your labia.
Maybe needless to say, the scene inspires Damon tremendously.
Unsure if Coxon indulged in such practices recently, Albarn slowly begins by working two lubricated fingers inside the guitarist and feels him react, his body tensing up slightly before relaxing and taking the fingers in submissively. Same as it ever was. Grahamâs body reacted so beautifully to him.
Damon thrusts for a while before he feels content and works a third one in. This time Graham gasps and curses his name which makes the singer run his tongue over his bottom lip in excitement. âGod, youâre not even taking me in yet and youâre already calling my name,â The blond giggled, palming a cheek into his hand. Graham didnât respond, busy enough on his current task, grunting slightly as he felt Albarn snake his hand from his ass to his dick, and suddenly Damon was pumping both his dick and hole in tempo. What a beautiful sight, and how beautifully Grahamâs arousal reverberated in his performance on you. You grab his hair tighter in encouragement. âYou gotta...g-give him what he needs. Heâs been so, so good,â you moan, voice broken by the intense heat building up inside you.
Damonâs eyes are lidded as he pants heavily; chest rising and falling slowly as he inhaled with his mouth slacked open, eyes honing in on the brown haired man. âThe things youâre doing to me right now, youâve convinced me,â Albarn whispered, barely audible. He grabbed his length, pumping himself slowly again before guiding himself into Grahamâs hole, sinking a few inches in before stopping to allow Coxon to remember what it was like.
âKeep going,â Graham grunts, taking his mouth off you for the briefest amount of time just to have this specific need sated. Albarn smiles before sinking the rest of his length in and cursing, letting out a ragged breath then slowly thrusting into him.
Graham almost cries at how intense this experience is. Pleasuring you, seeing you falling apart because of him, and feeling this full, having Damon inside him again after such a long timeâŚ
This must be heaven.
The blond rocked himself slowly a few more times before he began picking up the pace and fucking Coxon roughly, hands tight on his bony waist. âSo fucking tight around me,â Albarn groaned, eyes closed in slits as he felt the head board slam against the wall. Not Damon, not Graham nor you cared about the noise - if people heard it, good for them. You arched your back beautifully, spurring Graham to latch his mouth down and suck hard. Just the way that he knew would drive you up the wall so quickly. His eyes were bright, nearly drunk on lust renewed by the sight of you so undone.
With another open-mouthed kiss on your cunt, Graham increases the pace of his hand to send you over the edge. He followed each tremble of your body, sucking and laving until it became too sensitive. The moment his mouth leaves your pussy coincides with an especially accurate thrust he receives, making a lewd moan, very similar to yours in intensity, escape his mouth. The heavenly and heavy aftershakes of your orgasm are spent watching the lovely sight of the two men you love fucking each other and eventually falling apart almost simultaneously.
It should be turned into a painting, the sight of your bodies melded together in your bed in the aftermath. Damon had to leave for a while in order to put an end to the chaos the apartment inevitably fell into, but he came back as soon as he was able to and the party finished. Their arms felt like home. You fell asleep quickly after all was said and done, and so did they.
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A few hours later, you wake up to the sound of a very quiet moan.
âGra? You awake?â
âYes.â he swallows thickly.
âWhy?â
âThe pill. Itâs... still working. You were right about how long it lasts. I⌠I canât sleep.â He pants. Curiously, he doesnât sound bothered. He sounds hyped up.
âWeâll have to do something about that, then.â You answer, still feeling the faint tingles of the drug in your body as well. Damonâs hands start caressing your back, as he also wakes up.
anyone here have the post of fiona appleâs letter to a gay fan where she says a person who loves is a righteous person or sth similar? asking for a friend
I got your letter a few days ago, but this is the first chance Iâve had to sit down and write (Itâs my day off)
Of course, Iâd love to help - sign me up. As far as a few sentences go, hereâs what Iâve got - I hope itâs ok :
Itâs hard to conjure up some new profound way of community on this issue - Iâm so tired of it being an issue at all, and I suppose Iâm lucky, because I see the truth so clearly. All I know is I want my friends to be good people, and when my friends fall in love, I want them to fall in love with other good people. How can you go wrong with two people in love? If a Good boy loves a good girl, good. If a good boy loves another good boy, good. And if a good girl loves the goodness in good boys and good girls, than all you have is more goodness and goodness has nothing to do with sexual orientation. A person who loves is a righteous person, and if someone has the ability and desire to show love to another - someone willing to receive it, then for goodnessâ sake, let them do it. Hate has no place in the equation, there is no function for it to perform. Love is love, and there will never be too much!
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