digsy’s dinner - (pre fame/90s liam x fem!reader - fluff)
bagsy - (pre-fame liam x fem!reader, friends to lovers - fluff)
claim[18+] - (bagsy pt.2 - smut!!)
sugar-plum - (pre-fame liam x fem!reader - fluff, slight angst, friends to lovers)
sugar-spun - (sugar-spun pt.2, fluff)
big dog[18+] - (90s!sub!liam x fem reader - smut!!) liams loud and proud, noel loves in quiet- (90s bf headcanons, fluff+smut!!)
lock[18+] - (dilf!liam x fem!reader - smut!!)
key [18+] - (lock pt2, smut, angst!!)
only yours[18+] - (liam x fem!reader - smut+angst)
you, me, her, us - (liam x preg!reader - fluff)
don't fuckin' forget it[18+] - (sub!liam x jelly!reader)
ruckus - (90's liam x wild!card reader)
noel makes you crave, liam destroys you -(liam and noel kink headcanons, smut!!)
nsfw alphabet -(smut obvs lmao)
that's what you get for sleeping with the enemy - (liam x damon x reader, threesome - smut!!)
ballerina - (stripper!reader x liam - smut!!)
liams birthday - (dilf!fluff blurb xx)
button eyes and sweet nothing- (90's liam x shy!innocent reader - fluff!!)
liam makes you laugh, noel holds you while you cry - (mental health headcanons!!)
noel gallagher (oasis):
teddy bear - (definitely maybe noel x fem!reader - fluff)
baby-doll - (teddy bear pt2 - smut!!)
love-sick - (90s!noel x reader - fluff)
love-drunk[18+] - (love-sick pt.2 - smut!!)
liams loud and proud, noel loves in quiet- (90s bf headcanons, fluff+smut!!)
rebel girl - (noel x fem!reader - fluff)
late nights, half pints and kisses on stolen time - (roadie noel headcanons, fluff n smut)
lazy bastard - (sub!noel x reader)
do you remember the first time? - (roadie!noel x virgin!reader)
lugging and shagging - (1995!noel x roadie!reader)
caught - (noel x fem!reader)
noel makes you crave, liam destroys you -(liam and noel kink headcanons, smut!!)
whatchya gonna do about it old man? - (dilf!noel x younger reader headcanons on tour - fluff!!)
nsfw alphabet - (smut obvs lmao)
easy as breath - (noel x reader - smut!!)
cigarette kisses-(noel x bubbly reader - fluff!!)
liam makes you laugh, noel holds you while you cry - (mental health headcanons!!)
damon albarn (blur) :
glitter bomb - (seymour damon x fem!reader - fluff)
haze - (90!s damon x fem!reader - fluff)
always - (dilf!damon drabble - fluff)
that's what you get for sleeping with the enemy - (liam x damon x reader, threesome - smut!!)
baby boy - (sub!damon blurb)
arctic monkeys:
your hands in his hair, his eyes on your face - (humbug alex headcanons, fluff n smut)
fontaines d.c:
i love you, i told you i do [18+] - (grian chatten x reader - friends to lovers, fluff and smut , headcanons!!)
gentle - (grian chatten x reader, angst, eventual fluff)
missing - (grian chatten x reader - angst +fluff)
clingy - (carlos o'conell x reader - fluff)
film rolls and dried ink - (grian chatten x director reader)
here's the thing - (grian chatten x rival!reader, smut n fluff!!)
-ˋˏ| summary: you meet a guy in a bar and decide to go back to his place, as weird as he might seem.
✧ | Pairing: Martin (in the modern world) x reader
✧ | word count: 2.3k
✧ | Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Oral (f/m receiving), 69 position, Martin is weird as hell but a pussy eating champ! Not beta proof<3
“So… what’s your name again?” You ask curiously, walking behind the man that holds your hand, guiding you through his home, and to his bedroom. You don’t complain, though, since you were out just for that; to get home with a handsome man.
There was this band that you never heard of playing near your house, and it took little for your brain to convince you to go. If something good came from it, you would get fucked. If something bad came from it, well… you hoped for the first one.
That’s how you ended up here, following a dude, which looks from head to toe like a metal head. His hair goes to his shoulders, coal black, which you assume he dyed it, and some graphic shirt with the words ‘Knotfest’ and all, wearing some metal stuff that you didn’t really know much about.
And you looked like a rock groupie, with a leather top that practically squeezed your tits and a dark jeans miniskirt with some boots. Yet, this mysterious man was still taller than you, and that was quite exciting, and a bit arousing.
“Eh, Martin” he says nonchalantly, as he grabs your hand, his bracelets really end up the detail of his fit, and you feel really horny now to lay with this dude. “Yours?”
You tell Martin your name, following him as he opens his bedroom door. To be fair, it is tidier than you imagined.
“Sorry the mess” he murmurs, moving the drone and an electric guitar out of his bed. You hum, looking around curiously, to the badly positioned posters, some rock-metal bands that you didn’t know about.
“Is that a snake?” You ask, watching the little head of the reptile in the middle of the dim light coming from outside.
“Uh- no, it’s a lizard”
A guy with a lizard as a pet. Okay.
“What is its name?”
“Lizard. I don’t like naming them-”
Great.
You look at him with a fake smile. The dick better be good you think, taking out your jacket and leaving it on a chair next to the desk.
“Be careful, spider likes to crawl near there”
You took your jacket off there, and you really hoped that he had a dog called spider because otherwise it would be strange as hell.
“Riiiiight” you say, leaving your jacket in a hanger of his opened closet. Whatever. “So… Apart from having a lizard and a spider… do you maybe also have… a cockroach?”
He lets out a huff, his lips turning upwards as he takes his shirt off. “No” Martin says. “I do have another thing, though, it’s very big”
You try to smile at his corny, cringy words. It’s for the dick. You repeat to yourself: The dick better be good. He better not finish in two minutes. He better knows how to eat pussy.
“Ha. Funny” you say as you start to take off those boots.
“How did ya meet the band?”
“Ehmm… A friend dated the brother of an ex of the bassist. I think” you say watching as he frowns his eyebrows slightly trying to make any sense as he lights up a cigarette.
“ah, nice” he says as he lays on bed as he smokes the cigarette, taking off his shirt as he remains only in those Adidas jeans of his. “Heard the songs before?”
“Once or twice” you say looking at the CD albums stacked on top of each other messily, and you move to grab a solitude piece of paper, as you can practically feel Martin’s eyes on your ass. “I liked the vocalist, quite handsome, don’t you think?” you unwrap softly the paper, away from Martin’s eyes.
It was an address. It piqued your curiosity.
“Aye, come here” his voice is soft as he extends his hand to turn off the cigarette on the glass ashtray, which has the shape of a dragon.
You turn around and walk toward his bed, and watch how he seems eager to have you. It’s hot to have a man drooling for you like Martin is now. And his erection is the living proof of it; it was obvious against his trousers that he was rock hard. You wondered if he was leaking as well.
You straddle his lap, a smirk forming on your lips as his hands move immediately to your thighs, cold hands moving slowly up to find their way to your ass.
“Sit on my face” Martin murmurs, words slightly stuck between his pants
“Hm? What was that?” You ask petulantly, pretending not to have heard.
“Come on, beautiful, sit on my face” he says, pushing your hips closer to his chest, trying to push your miniskirt up.
“Gotta take my panties off” you say softly to him, watching his lips as he licks them, savouring the ghosting taste of you.
“No, like this” he murmurs, eager to taste you. “I’ll eat you from behind even.” Martin proposes, more desperate than the last time “Please”
You might forgive cheesy comments for his eagerness. You sigh with a wide smirk, turning around as Martin places his big hands around your thighs, dragging your centre closer to his face.
Eager was the wrong word for it; he was desperate.
His hand moved your panties to the side, and his face almost nuzzled your cunt, before starting to press his tongue on your centre. You could hear his groan of pure delight, his hands caressing the skin of your thighs and ass as he delighted himself.
“Fuck” you said, but it was as if all the air from your lungs when out in that moan.
Martin’s hands were keeping you still, not allowing you to move your hips to grind his face as you wanted. You could hear his moans, the way he slurped and nuzzled his face on your cunt.
He was a pro, eating pussy as if he did it every day (maybe he did, god knows), and he didn’t seem to care for his lack of air in the matter. He was on it, devoted to eating your dripping cunt as if it was his last meal on earth.
Your hands are pressed on his stomach, and he has to forcefully let you go to breathe, and you sigh as you feel his breaths.
“Where did you learn to do that?” You breathe softly, as you can hear how he pants, catching his breath.
“A good pussy can make a man go feral, love” he says, moving your panties out of the way as his index and middle finger move to rub against your slit.
He was cheesy, and it was a bit weird. Yet it couldn’t bother you less, you had been with worse men, and Martin was good in other areas…, well, at least in sex and eating out a pussy. And it was more than average, so you were up to it.
Before he decides to keep on eating you, still caressing your clit as he catches his breath, you lean a bit on his torso, to try to pull down the leather pants, opening the zipper.
It takes you a bit, yet after accomplishing your mission, your hand grabs his dick to guide it into your warm, eager mouth.
He was well doted, and hard as a rock. He was leaking, and his tip was a bit pink compared with the rest of his cock.
God damn you if it didn’t make your mouth drool. Between him eating you out, and his leaking cock, you think you will go insane. He could have cheeky, cringe comments but you could live with it. You couldn’t live without him eating you out or his cock.
You are as enthusiastic with his cock as he is. Though, you start slower. You take the head on your mouth, sucking on it as you feel him groan against your pussy. It was fucking hot, and it had you moaning on his cock. You didn’t remember the last time your legs were trembling like this, and how much you wanted to feel a dick in your throat. It was a need, a primal need.
Martin was kind and nice, had his things, but god, you need to fuck him. You might even need to have his babies by now. You wouldn’t complain if he came all inside you, filling you with his cum, and making you pregnant. Fuck, it even turned you more on. What was this man doing to you?
You took more of his dick in your mouth, trying to take all of it, not minding if you choke on it. He was hot. More than hot, in truth.
Martin was relentless with his tongue, lapping at your cunt again and again, moaning loudly against it as he could feel how deep you were taking his cock in your mouth. Your hand moved to cup his balls, as your tongue tried to swirl around his tip. It drove him insane.
It was not long before you started to cum, moaning loudly, his dick slipping from your mouth as your thighs pressed against his face, riding his face and nose as he was making you cum. His tongue was as greedy as him, and he worked with his nose along your slit. And it made you cum hard, rolling your eyes back. “Fuck, Martin, just like that…” You say, hips grinding against his mouth in a desperate need to stretch the feeling a bit more.
And once you finish, your mouth goes back to his cock, to keep on sucking him off. “Fuck, you feel incredible” he rasped, as you moved forward, closer to his cock and have full access, as Martin’s hips pumped upwards to fuck your mouth.
You lay on his chest, his face back on the pillow, moaning loudly as you seem to try to drain him completely, deepthroating him as if it was nothing at all.
“Fuck, you are going to make me cum” He says, teeth gripped as his hand moves to grab a fist of your hair, to move your head down to allow him fuck your mouth deep as he wanted. His own head titles back in pure bliss and pleasure, moaning loudly as he uses your mouth as a desperate animal in need to cum. Not that you complain, it costs a bit more to breathe, and you were almost choking, but hearing Martin be so local, groaning, moaning and grunting was worth it.
His cum soon fills your mouth, and he keeps you still, the signal clear for you to swallow all of it, as his throbbing cock unleashed his hot cum.
“Swallow it… fuck, swallow it all, take what I give you…” he mutters in pure bliss.
As the last drops of cum are licked off his cock, he leans back and you move to his side.
“That was great” You mutter, looking at the ceiling. How could he be so great at it?
“Yeah. Cig break and round two?”
“Hell yeah”
You are with your friend when you search the location in the paper that you found in Martin’s room. You were supposed to go to the club, you were wearing your miniskirt and a top, really to party, but that man had eaten your pussy and fucked you like no one before, so you felt entitled to find what that was for.
“It’s cold” Your friend, Tamara, says. She was chewing gum as she followed you begrudgingly.
“It’s a fucking parking lot?” You ask looking around the empty street, the night made it lonely yet not totally isolated.
“Your darling buries the bodies here” Your friend says, obviously judging it all. “Can we go?”
“Look, there is a car” you point out, as the car seems to be jumping around due to the movements inside. “Gods, you think they are having sex?”
“Ew, you think he has a brothel in his car?” Tamara asks you, looking at the car as you both get closer. “Eww and you fucked without a condom… You could get an IST, and die”
“It is called an STD, and… I think he is not fucking anyone” you frown slightly, getting closer.
“Careful! What if his pimp is here…?”
“He is fighting someone!” You say looking inside the car, as you find Martin pressing the head of the other guy against the window.
Surely, Martin was a weird dude. He was corny as hell, and he had pets called like the species they were. Sure. He almost burned his hair as he smoked after sex, yes; and he also ate pussy like a champ and was hung as a horse.
“I am going there” You tell your friends. “The dick is worth it”
“Yikes”
As you walk closer, you feel your friend either staying behind or walking away, not that you care.
Martin had blood trailing down his forehead, and was lying in the passenger’s seat as his thighs choked the other guy he was with, holding his head still with his hands. Okay, whatever, a guy can have hobbies.
When he sees you, he starts rolling down the window of the car, as you lean closer to his height.
“Hey, darling- how did ya–”
“A girl has her secrets” you say, smiling as you see him. God, he was sexy as hell. “I want my pussy eaten”
Martin smirks, and he leans back to sigh at your request, as if the idea delights him. He still applies pressure to the other dude, who seems to pass out. Martin leans forward closer to your lips and whispers “Will ya’ wait ten minutes as I finish with this round?”
“Three” You bargain.
“Seven.”
“Three”
“Five and I’ll make you cum twice.” His final offer, and the time you had in mind. Offering lower than one wants always seems work to get your official deal, even with an extra.
“Deal” you accept with a smirk.
And what if he was fighting inside a car? You fancied Martin, and sure as hell he fancied you. Even if he has weird hobbies.
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