#grahamcoxonxreader

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more graham nsfw please! i’ll take anything. maybe some submissive and whiny graham..

Graham Coxon x reader

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NSFW

I’ve been lazy but I’m back with a quick one. :)

Morning make outs. Who doesn’t love em, the clock behind Grahams head reads exactly half 9 in the morning. You both wouldn’t normally wake up this early but Grahams whining and small huffs behind you as he slowly thrusted the bed.

He froze as you woke up and caught him. Eyes wide as he stared at the pillow. But seeing him so submissive in some way….. so whiny…. Got you going.

And that’s what lead you here. Laying aside each other on the bed. His hand on your side as you kissed. Slow, passionate and full of tongue.

Your hand slowly tracing up his neck to rest on his face. The fuzz on his jaw under your fingers. You pulled back slightly looking at him.

His hand on your side tugged you lightly as he moved to rest on his back. You know what Graham liked. He was always more submissive and that’s how you both liked it. You never had this till Graham and you learned to love it.

Your hand now rests on the flat of his stomach. You lean in to kiss him again. Your nails stroking around his stomach before tracing up the happy trail. Your fingers running through the hair made Grahams hips raise slightly as he huffed in the kiss.

You left your hand where it was. Just taking your sweet time as you kissed him. He was already hard and that was quite obvious. A tent in his boxers not hidden so well.

“Please…. Y/n” he whined

You loved when he whined. When he begged. And you wanted him to bed. You lift your hand letting your nails drag along his clothed prick.

He whined again. His legs shake lightly. He let out a humm as he pushed his knees together.

He pulled away again as his knees push together. He sat up slightly as he looked at you.

“Please….. y/n…. Please…. Don’t keep me waiting” he begged as he looked you dead in the eye.

You smile at him giving him some relief. Your hand slips under his waistband. Pulling his lengthy out you watch his reaction. His eyes scrunched shut with his fists curled.

You slowly began to stroke him. Your eyes trained on his face. His eyes slowly open as he submits under your gaze. He writhed under your hand as you go ant-agonisingly slow. He was whining without a break. Every small hitch of his breath and whine he lets out when you hit the sensation just right.

His hand then moved to hold above yours on his prick as he makes you go faster.

You yanking your hand away was enough to make him groan loud at the contact being lost.

“No touching” you said firmly. His hands move back to his sides holding his hips hard. Good. He had submitted easy.

Your hand returns to his length going slower before slowly speeding up. Your thumb teasing his reddened tip.

His face scrunched as he whined and cried out. His hips moving all over but your hand didn’t move or loose it’s rhythm.

He was already on edge from the silent hump sesh he had before you caught him. He was teetering the edge already. His hips buckled as his knees writhe together. His face scrunched as he huffed and whined continuously.

He let out a loud groan as he finished. You slowly stroked up his length as he rode his high out.

You then let go of his length watching as it flopped onto his stomach with small twitches.

“Ah….. so.. so good” he mumbles out as his hand gently held onto your side. You smile at him before leaning down and kissing him again.

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we NEED more Graham Coxon immediately!!!!!

Graham Coxon x reader

No pronouns used

Slightly nsfw

1 hour before the show. That’s it. An hour. And how did you and Graham spend that hour? When he should be warming up on stage. In the backstage changing rooms having a quicky.

From behind the closed door soft thuds can be heard. From the inside it was louder. You were bent over the back of the couch. Arms holding the sofa top. Grahams hands on your hips as he thrusts as hard as he can.

His glasses slowly sliding off his face. His bottom teeth out as he breathed hard with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping filling the entire room.

You let out a small shriek as he speeds it up. “F… fuck Graham” was all you could mutter.

He stops for a split second catching his breath before leaning over you slightly and begging his thrusts again.

He let out groans and small moans. Originally he was so anxious about doing this he held your mouth shut so it was silent. Now he’d lost all senses.

His hips meeting your backside making slapping noises. His fingers bruised your hips. Hips glasses hanging off his face. Your hair a mess.

He eventually finishes, burying himself deep within with small jerks afterwards letting out low grunts.

10 minutes to the show. He finally pulls out tucking him self away. His face red with sweat down his chin.

You stood up stilling your self before pulling your pants back up. “Well…. That was a good show. Now you’re on for another one” you chuckle as you grabbed his guitar handing it to him.

His mouth hung open trying to gather him self. “Yeah……yeah” he huffed grabbing the guitar…. “I’ll see you in a few hours” his voice back to that soft accent he always had. Wiping his face with the bottom of his shirt before putting his glasses back on.

Exchanging a quick kiss as he zips his fly up. Picking his guitar up again before quickly leaving the room to the stage.

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A quick one to just get out there, will be back to trying to post more soon! Love you all. Hughie x

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Alex James x reader

Cheese bouquet 💐 🧀

No warnings - don’t see much Alex so here’s a quick one but rushed

Side note- send whatever requests you want

Story below the cut x.

Alex wasn’t a man that understood much. He didn’t make sense. He didn’t find much that made sense to him. But what does make the best sense is his bass and….. cheese.

When you first met him and his straight forward comments about people you quickly understand him. A quick witty man who said anything without thinking. And awful pickup lines.

You both hit it off instantly. Talking was easy between you both and the straight forward comments stopped slightly with you. Dates flowed easy but you sure noticed one thing…. Cheese. There was always something cheese related on his plate.

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You’d been dating for a little while. Today was the first full month of you and him together.

You slowly made you way to his place. A special kind of gift in hand, most would find it confusing but you knew Alex wouldn’t.

He opened the door to you already talking about somthing random. Then he stopped. He looked at you then the…. Cheese bouquet.

“Y/n…..” he said quietly. He looked at you. And that’s when he knew, you were his and forever going to be his. Some partners give the other expensive dates or jewellery…. But to get Alex hooked like you wanted…. CHEESE.

“Hey” you chuckle before handing him the basket. “For you” chuckling again as you walked him backwards into the house.

He looked at the basket with hungry eyes looking over each bit of cheese. Looking over every kind before taking a little taste of the blue cheese. He let out a groan shutting his eyes in bliss.

You just about put your bag down before all you knew next was Alex had your face in his hands kissing you. Hard, passionate and way better then first ever kiss you shared together.

You stood shocked for a few seconds before returning the kiss, a gentle hand came on the side of his hip.

Reluctantly he pulled away looking back at the basket then back at you. “This is the best gift ever…. In the world” he smiled. His hair flopping back over his face covering his eyes before his fingers moved it out his eyes.

He gave you a soft smile. Three soft special words threatening to leave his mouth but he kept it shut knowing it’s too early. Instead he gave you a soft kiss again before moving to the cheese basket.

“Want some crackers and cheese with me?” He smiled.

You got closer to him looking over the cheese selection. “I’d like that”

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Quick rushed one but whateverrrrrr

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more of graham!! tumblr needs more graham c reader, it’ll take anything

Graham Coxon x reader

Art class (uni era)

Grahams always had a thing for you but never got to speak much to you but thenew project requires you and Graham to paint each other.

The old brush dragged along his canvas slowly. The colour so strong before slowly fading out. His boney fingers holding the stained handle tight.

Dipping the brush in the pain again before repeating the dragging process on the canvas. He looked up. His brown eyes longing to have a look at you. You were so perfect to him. Easy to get lost looking at you.

He dragged the brush across the canvas before accidentally painting his beige shorts.

“Oh… bollocks” he groaned before standing up.

Grabbing some tissue attempting to wipe the paint off his shorts without smudging it. That’s when he looked at you again. No idea how his gaze got back on you.

The way your hair was tied up to not get dirty. The headphones on your head, the way you stare with care at your painting wanting every detail right.

He came back to reality realising probably wiping his crotch from a paint stain whilst staring at you isn’t the best move.

Graham stares at you again when he sat back at his table picking his brush up again. He wanted to muster the courage to talk to you, tapping the end of the brush on the table as a puny distraction to his thoughts.

Just as he mustered some courage the bell rang for break. His heart stopped. You were going to go off and have some food with friends and him….. alone in the classroom.

He slumped. Sat shrimped always trying to look small so no one would look his way. Grabbing his bag as he pulled some food out to eat.

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You sat at the small table with some friends of yours. Eating and talking was probably one of the best parts of your day.

You and Alice were in the same class together, both loved art.

“What do you think of the new assignment? Pairing with someone in class and having to do their portrait?” She asked chewing her food.

You looked up from where your gaze was on the fork in your hand.

“Huh? Oh yeah…. Could be a chance to talk to the others in class I guess” you said before stabbing a bit of chicken with your fork.

Alice chuckled with a sneaky grin knowing she was now going to tease. “What if you get Graham? I’ve seen the way he stares at you in class”

You let out a long groan rolling your head back. You’ve never caught Graham fully. Only ever him snapping his head downward or away when you turn around.

“Cmon Alice you can’t keep hanging on that!….. he’s….. I dunno he stares but whatever” you shrugged it off not wanting to think about it.

Every-time you saw Graham he looked frail. Mentally anyways. Always anxious, face buried in some artwork. He brown eyes staring at the page from his thick glasses.

After dinner you both made your way back to class laughing and shoving each other as you teased one another.

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Everyone sat at the same table as the teacher lectured on about the new project. Graham sat at the opposite end. His eyes sometimes drifting to look at you.

You turned your head slightly locking eyes with him. He froze his eyes going wide before his cheeks pink. He quickly looked away clasping his hands together.

Watching his anxious state look down before you looked at the teacher as she reads out the pairs.

“And the last one…. Hughie and Graham” she smiled before looking at you then Graham.

You looked at Alice where she hid her face in her hands as she giggled, she called the shots and hit the target. You were definitely going to attempt to smother her in her sleep tonight.

You huffed picking your bag up, Graham was already at his table waiting for you as he set up his materials of choice.

You made your way over taking a deep breath before setting your bag down.

“Hello” he said softly. His voice is gentle…. Soft almost…. Like you could listen for hours and never get bored.

“Hey” you smiled. You froze as he stuck his hand out for a hand shake. His slender fingers and boney hand. The veins traveled from his knuckles up his arms. You didn’t think you’d ever be so attracted to that.

You came to earth as you moved your arm to let your hand shake his. Your hand instantly covered by his surprisingly soft hands.

Something happened. Your skin connected together making a small spark run from your palm to chest. You’ve… never felt that before. Your hands reluctantly let go as you sat down across each other.

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It was better than you expected. Both sat behind canvass as you painted each other. Laughing together as he talked about a band he’s in with his friends.

Every gaze he takes his brown eyes relish over your look. Admiring gently.

You two were the only ones in the class. You’d moved to sit next to each other to get better looks as you painted each other. Without others Graham was an anxious mess he was collected and easy going.

He finally put his brush down. He looked over his painting admiring everything. Like a love struck idiot. He picked the canvas up holding it away from you ready to reveal it.

You took your canvas of him holding it up. “You ready?” You smile before flipping your canvas round. You’d captured everything, his soft brown eyes, the soft bags under his eyes, the mess of brown hair with the stuck up top. The glasses accentuated the frame of his face.

“Oh wow….” Was all he could mutter. He didn’t know how to give compliments but he was grateful and a little envious of your skill.

He looked at his canvas. He looked down, its changed. Hes beginning to look spooked like the paintings just walked off from him. He flipped the canvas round bracing for your comments on how shit he’d done his work of you.

Instead you didn’t. He made you look. Beautiful. He captured everything, he must of been really observing you. The dimples by your lips as you smiled. The slight colour changed of your eyes. The small blush of pink on your cheeks and tops of your ears. “Wow…. Graham…. I look… beautiful.” You got your breath back as you looked up at him.

He looked troubled like your words meant a lot. His cheeks pink with embarrassment. He put the canvas on the table fiddling with the bottom of his blue adidas shirt. “Th.. thanks y/n… I tried hard…. Capture… your beautiful face” he mumbled. His own pathetic attempt to flirt.

You looked at him. He’s smiling stupidly with his flushed face.

“Thanks Graham. I tried capturing your sweet features. And I love your glasses. Suit you”

He gleams at your words. Looking up at you with a smile that shows he really needs these compliments.

And that was it. You didn’t even see it happen nor did you process it. His lips on yours. His hands holding the side of your arms.

At first you didn’t kiss back. Wide eyed stood in shock looking at him.

Feeling you not returning it he pulled back letting his hands go. “I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t!… I’m… shit!” He panicked.

You were still out of it but before he could run off you grabbed his forearm.

You dragged him back grabbing his face before kissing him. And that was it. You both settled into a passionate kiss. Slow and gentle. His hands gingerly holding your sides. Your hand on his cheek.

And then you both pulled back for a small snap. Alice outside the door looking through the glass. Her phone in her hand taking a photo she was definitely going to taunt you with.

You laughed silently before looking up at grahams shocked face. He smiled nervously before he looked down at you slowly shutting his eyes.

“She’s going to taunt me with that” you chuckle looking at Grahams reddened face.

“I don’t care” he said as he opens his eyes to look at you. “Can I take you out…. Tomorrow?” He smiles feeling hopeful for the first time in a while

“Yeah…. I’d like that” you smile.

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I’ve been lazy ngl, this is proof read im lazy still, but this was fun but rushed.