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omg can u plss write a fic where the reader is sucking liam off but it's so tender and sweet and liam isn't used to sex being this affectionate, he's always been feral about it, maybe as a way to guard himself, but this time he's fully letting himself go

Hi!! I tried but I think it was a little off from what you wanted, anyway, I hope you like it!!! 😊😊😊

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tender (+18)

you and liam had been dating for a while now. he was your first boyfriend—the one who made your heart race, the one who taught you what love was supposed to feel like. while he had been with others before, experiencing relationships and moments that you could only imagine, he never made you feel lesser for it. he was patient, understanding, and never once pressured you into anything you weren’t ready for. that was one of the things you loved most about him.

your relationship had its moments—sweet, tender conversations whispered in the quiet of the night, stolen kisses in hidden corners, fingers tracing unseen patterns on each other’s skin. sometimes, it was just the comfort of being close, curled up together in his room. other times, it was the fire of his touch, the hunger in his kisses that left you breathless. but no matter how intense things became, liam always held himself back, always let you take the lead, always reassured you that he was happy just being with you.

so when he invited you over to his house today, you knew exactly what he wanted. he wasn’t just inviting you to hang out. you could see it in the way his fingers brushed over yours when he asked, in the smirk that played on his lips, in the way his voice dipped just a little lower than usual. liam had never been good at keeping his hands to himself when it came to you.

arriving at his house, you knocked lightly on the door, a flutter of anticipation in your chest. the wait felt longer than usual, but then the door finally creaked open to reveal noel, looking as tired and unimpressed as always. his gaze flicked over you briefly before he let out a sigh.

"oi, dickhead, your girlfriend's here" he called out in his usual deadpan voice, not bothering to move aside.

it didn’t take long. within seconds, you heard the familiar sound of hurried footsteps thudding against the stairs. and before you could react, liam was there, arms wide open as he practically tackled you in a hug, nearly knocking you off balance.

"hi, love," he murmured, his voice warm and affectionate as he pulled you close, pressing a lingering kiss against your temple, "are you okay?" his scent—fresh yet slightly musky, mixed with a hint of his cologne—wrapped around you, instantly making you feel at home.

you smiled, melting into his embrace. "much better now," you whispered before tilting your head up, capturing his lips in a chaste kiss. his lips were warm against yours, familiar, comforting.

"ugh. how disgusting," noel's voice broke the moment, making you pull away slightly. "go to a room, for god’s sake." he grimaced, pretending to gag as if the sight of you two together physically pained him.

liam scoffed, turning to shoot his brother a smug look. "you're just jealous because you don’t have a girlfriend."

"thank god," Noel deadpanned, shaking his head. "imagine being like you two."

liam let out a dramatic gasp, feigning offense as he clutched his chest. then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he laced his fingers with yours and started leading you toward the stairs. "that’s okay, noel. we’re totally going to make babies on your bed."

you burst out laughing at the sheer audacity of his words, covering your mouth as you followed him up.

Noel didn’t even glance away from the TV. "do that, and you'll be left without a penis to have children with."

liam only chuckled, squeezing your hand as you disappeared up the stairs. "worth it," he whispered to you, grinning.

you shook your head at him, still laughing as you stepped into his room, the door clicking shut behind you.

in one movement, you attacked the taller man's lips, who was surprised by your sudden act.

"wow, what's that?" he said pulling away from your mouth, looking at you with a curious tone. "why this out of nowhere? you're not like that"

you exhaled softly, steadying yourself before meeting liam’s gaze. his piercing blue eyes were locked onto yours, a mixture of surprise and concern flickering across his face.

“liam, i think i’m ready to give you head” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

he blinked, processing your words, before his fingers instinctively found yours. “are you sure?” his voice was gentle, but his grip on your hands was firm. “you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

a small smile played on your lips. the way he worried about you, how he always made sure you were okay—it only solidified your decision. “i know,” you murmured. “but i want this. i want you.”

hus shoulders relaxed slightly, though hesitation still lingered in his expression. he reached up, cupping your face with warm, calloused fingers, his thumb brushing tenderly over your cheek. then, without another word, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss—slow, yet laced with an underlying urgency.

your hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping onto him as if anchoring yourself. the kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against yours in a gentle, unhurried dance. hus touch remained careful, as if afraid of overwhelming you.

taking the lead, you guided him toward the bed, pressing against him until he sat down. He watched you with darkened eyes, breathing heavier now, his hands resting at your waist as you straddled his lap.

“wait,” he murmured against your lips, pulling back just enough to search your face. “are you really sure?”

you let out a breathy laugh, your fingers threading into his hair. “baby, shut up.” and with that, you kissed him again—this time with pure, unrestrained need.

his hands tightened around your waist, drawing a low, involuntary groan from your throat as his lips moved with unbridled fervor. You shifted your hips, pressing closer so that every subtle movement sparked a delicious friction between you. liam’s soft, restrained moan mingled with yours—a quiet, mutual language of longing.

your lips left a trail of wet, teasing kisses along the sensitive curve of his neck. each gentle nibble and tender lick coaxed a fresh moan from him, the sound reverberating in the heated space between you. you glanced up at him, eyes wide with playful mischief and raw desire.

"liam, don’t make any noise," you murmured in a husky whisper, a teasing reminder. "did you forget your brother is downstairs?"

a spark of defiance danced in his eyes as he shrugged lightly. "i don’t care," he replied, voice low and laced with desire.

"well, but I care!" you chided softly. "so keep quiet, or I'll have to stop pleasing you." the tone was firm yet laced with affection, trying to bring a semblance of order to the raw passion unfolding.

with a resigned sigh and a playful roll of his eyes, he acquiesced, and you returned your focus to his neck—bestowing a series of wet, deliberate kisses that left his skin tingling. his hands roamed confidently, tightening around your waist as you savored the contrast between the usual hurried urgency in his encounters and the unhurried intimacy you shared. each kiss, each teasing nibble was a silent conversation meant only for the two of you, culminating in a bold, dark hickey—a vivid signature of your passion.

you pulled away momentarily with a satisfied smile, your fingertips lightly tracing the mark you’d left. "fuck, i can’t believe you did that," liam murmured, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the evidence of your shared intensity. Without another word, you captured his lips once more in a slow, deliberate kiss—a promise of more to come.

rising gracefully from his lap, you moved to the soft carpet, settling yourself at his feet. liam watched you with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty until your voice, soft and earnest, broke the silence: "look, i've never done this before, so you’re going to have to help me." your hands, warm and steady, rested on his thick thighs as you searched his eyes for guidance.

a simple nod from him was all the permission you needed. your hand slid to his belt, fingers deftly releasing the buckle with careful precision. with a gentle tug, you eased down his pants and underwear, his hips rising naturally to offer you unobstructed access.

"okay, what do i do now?" you asked, your tone a blend of nervous excitement and earnest curiosity.

"grab the base and start stroking it," liam instructed, his voice calm yet brimming with desire. "don't forget to spit on it"

with a mix of trepidation and eagerness, you took hold of his hard, throbbing length. you spit on it, your drool running down his hard length. your soft hands began to move in slow, deliberate strokes—each movement measured, each caress sending ripples of pleasure through him. liam closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensations as his hand mirrored the motion, rising and falling in a steady, blissful rhythm.

“keep going, love,” he murmured, his voice husky as his hands rested on the bed, struggling to keep his composure. the sound of his encouragement spurred you on as you gradually quickened your pace. a sharp gasp escaped him—a mix of surprise and delight—as the intensity of your ministrations built. every stroke, every tender exploration, wove together into a private symphony of shared ecstasy, filling the room with the raw, honest sounds of desire. it was an intimate moment where every gesture and touch pulled you both deeper into a realm of trust and passion.

“and now?” you asked softly, your hand still moving rhythmically, a blend of nervous curiosity and determined desire shining in your eyes.

“put it in your mouth, baby,” he instructed between soft sighs, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

without hesitation, you trailed your tongue along the tip, letting its warmth caress him as you slowly began to take him into your mouth. the sensation was immediate—liam’s eyes closed tightly as he surrendered to the feel of your warm, attentive tongue gliding over his arousal. you gently squeezed his thigh as a silent signal to keep the noise down, even as his eyes remained locked on you, watching intently.

he didn’t need to say another word; his hand found its way into your hair, guiding your movements with a subtle, yet insistent pressure. “that’s it,” he murmured, his voice a mix of admiration and desire. “you’re so good for me, love.” the steady, deliberate pace of your mouth against his throbbing length drew out soft, intermittent moans—each one a testament to the pleasure you were coaxing from him.

your mouth was warm, every movement calm yet charged with passion. with every lick and stroke, he felt the difference in this encounter—the measured, almost reverent intimacy that set it apart from the usual urgency and roughness of his other experiences. as you picked up the pace, you met his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the raw desire that bound you in this moment.

“go faster, honey,” he urged, his hand steadying your movements as you salivated, making his arousal glisten under your expert attention. your tongue moved in a circular motion around his sensitive flesh, while your hand continued to follow the rhythm at the base. you pulled back briefly to gauge his reaction—his parted lips, closed eyes, and the sheen of sweat on his forehead all spoke of the overwhelming pleasure you were providing.

he then pulled you close, capturing your lips in a gentle, lingering kiss, as if to savor the intimacy of the moment. when he finally pulled away, your foreheads pressed together and his breath mingled with yours, a few raw, unfiltered noises escaping him—a sound that told you everything without the need for words.

as you felt the rhythmic pulsation of his veins under your attentive hands, he whispered, “aee you close?” in a soft, vulnerable tone. “yeah, keep it up, please,” he managed between breathy sighs, his voice thick with desire as he fought to articulate his mounting pleasure.

you continued, still marveling at how completely devoted he was to you in this moment. his hand reached up to guide your strokes further, his head resting on your shoulder as soft moans filled the space between you. and then, in a crescendo of shared ecstasy, he reached his climax—a rush of passion that left both of you covered in evidence of your mutual desire.

catching his breath, liam’s eyes opened slowly as he looked at you with a mix of awe and playful mischief. after a lingering kiss, he teased lightly, “not so bad for your first handjob.” his tone was gentle, affectionate—a quiet celebration of the intimacy you had both dared to explore.

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boredom (+18)

it was a warm night, the kind where the heat seemed to settle heavily in the air, pressing against the world outside. the pavement still radiated warmth from the sun that had set hours ago, and the air felt thick, almost suffocating. But inside the house, it was a different world. the hum of the air conditioning filled the quiet space, its icy breeze dominating the room and leaving goosebumps on your skin. the contrast was stark—outside, the night was hot and heavy, but here, the freezing air wrapped around you and liam, making you both shiver slightly as it brushed against your exposed limbs.

you were lying down side by side on the bed, comfortably settled in your own little worlds. A soft, warm light from the bedside lamp illuminated the pages of your book, casting a glow that barely reached the far corners of the room. you were engrossed, eyes scanning each line, fingers absently turning the pages as you lost yourself in the story.

liam, on the other hand, was propped up slightly against the pillows, his attention flicking between the videos playing on the bright screen of his phone. the bluish light cast shadows on his features, occasionally reflecting in his deep blue eyes as he scrolled.

despite the chill of the air conditioning, the silence between you was warm—comfortable, familiar. neither of you felt the need to fill it with words. just being there, existing together in the quiet, was enough. these were the moments you cherished the most, the ones where nothing needed to be said, yet everything was understood.

after a while, liam let out a loud, exaggerated sigh, shifting slightly beside you. he tossed his phone aside with a soft thud onto the bed, his boredom evident.

you didn’t look away from your book but smiled softly at his dramatics. “what’s up, love?” you asked, still focused on the page in front of you.

“nothing… just bored,” he replied, rolling onto his side to face you, his voice carrying a playful edge.

you hummed in response, unfazed, still engrossed in your story. but Liam wasn’t satisfied with being ignored. he reached out, his warm hand landing on your thigh, the heat of his palm a stark contrast against your chilled skin.

your eyes flickered to the side, catching his mischievous expression. you knew him too well. still, you chose to ignore it, turning your attention back to the book.

liam, however, was persistent. he started tracing slow, lazy circles on your thigh with his fingertips, his touch featherlight yet deliberate. a test. a silent challenge.

you bit back a smile, determined not to give him the reaction he was looking for. but when you didn’t respond, he let out another dramatic sigh, this one even more drawn out than the last.

“okay, Liam,” you finally said, lowering your book slightly to glance at him. “what’s wrong?”

he grinned, eyes twinkling with playful innocence. “nothing, i'm just looking at you.”

you arched a brow, unconvinced. “uh-huh.”

you knew liam. you knew exactly what he was doing. and yet, you simply shook your head, took a deep breath, and returned to your book. “please behave, i’m trying to read.”

but he wasn’t done. his hand slid slightly higher, fingertips grazing the inside of your thigh now, his touch slower, more deliberate. the warmth of his skin sent a shiver up your spine, the contrast between his body heat and the cold air conditioning making you hyperaware of his presence.

you inhaled sharply, fingers tightening slightly around the edges of your book.

"liam…" you warned, your voice carrying both amusement and exasperation.

he only hummed in response, his smirk growing.

"stop it," you murmured, voice unsteady as you shifted beneath his touch. but liam didn’t listen. his fingers continued their slow ascent, teasing along your inner thigh, inching higher until they pressed firmly against your clothed heat. a sharp gasp left your lips as the warmth of his touch sent a spark through you. he smirked, his breath hot against your ear.

"funny," he murmured, voice thick with amusement. "you say one thing, but your body is saying something else."

his fingers traced over the fabric covering your core, pressing just enough to make you shiver. the friction, the slow deliberate circles he drew—it was maddening. he could feel how wet you were already, how your body was reacting to him despite your half-hearted protest.

"do you really want me to stop?" he asked, lips brushing your earlobe before he took it between his teeth, biting down just enough to send a shiver rolling down your spine.

you couldn’t speak. instead, a soft sigh escaped you, your hands gripping his shoulders. the teasing, the heat, the tension between you—it was too much. in a rush of desperation, you pulled him into a kiss, messy and urgent. your tongues met in a feverish tangle, a battle of need and control.

liam groaned against your lips, shifting his weight so that he was fully between your legs. his hands moved to your thighs, fingers stroking the sensitive skin before slowly pushing your legs further apart. his lips left yours, trailing a path down your neck, nipping and sucking, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"you’re already so wet for me," he murmured, voice dark with desire.

heat flooded your cheeks at his words. he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down inch by inch, his eyes locked onto yours the entire time. the slow pace was agonizing.

"liam," you whimpered, shifting beneath him.

he chuckled, amusement flickering across his features. "in a hurry, love?" his fingers ghosted over your inner thigh, just shy of where you needed him. "i have all the time in the world."

you let out a frustrated whine, arching your hips, silently begging him for more. he grinned at your desperation, leaning down to press an open-mouthed kiss against the soft skin of your thigh. then another. then another—each kiss dragging lower, but never quite where you wanted him.

and then, finally, he moved where you needed him most.

a strangled moan escaped your lips as his mouth met your core, his tongue dragging a slow, teasing line up your slit. the sensation sent a rush of pleasure through you, making your thighs tense around his head. he didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate���he licked, sucked, tasted you like he had all the time in the world, like he was savoring every second.

your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as your hips moved instinctively against his mouth. He groaned against you, the vibrations sending another shudder through your body. his tongue flicked over your clit, circling, teasing, making you gasp.

"yes—right there," you moaned, your voice breathless and needy.

he hummed in approval, his grip on your thighs tightening as he held you still. he alternated between sucking and licking, his tongue pressing against your most sensitive spot before dipping lower, tasting you deeply. the wet sounds of his mouth working you and your breathless moans filled the air.

the pleasure built quickly, heat coiling tight in your stomach. each stroke of his tongue pushed you closer, your body trembling beneath him.

"liam—I'm close," you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.

his gaze flicked up to meet yours, blue eyes dark with hunger. "that’s it, baby. cum for me."

and with one last flick of his tongue, you shattered. Pleasure ripped through you, a wave of heat and euphoria crashing over you. your back arched, legs shaking, fingers digging into his scalp as you cried out his name. he held you through it, his tongue still teasing, drawing out every last pulse of bliss until the overstimulation became too much.

you whimpered, pushing at his head weakly, and he finally pulled away, pressing one last kiss to your thigh.

liam moved back up, his body pressing against yours as he captured your lips in a slow, heated kiss. you could still taste yourself on his tongue, the thought making your cheeks burn.

"are you okay?" he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a smirk.

you exhaled shakily, still dazed. "yeah," you breathed. "just… give me a second to recover."

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oh my god, i am obsessed with your writing. can u please write a fic of the reader giving noel head.. ur prose is so romantic i canttt

Sorry for the delay!! this one is a bit long but it was reeeeally nice to write, hope you like it 🫶🫶

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uncontrollable desire (+18)

you looked at noel, your eyes heavy with desire as your hands explored every inch of his strong, firm thighs. your fingers traced slow, lazy circles over the fabric of his pants, feeling the growing heat of his erection even through the thick material.

his breathing was heavy, uneven, his chest rising and falling in an irregular rhythm. the woody scent of his cologne mixed with the natural musk of his skin, intoxicating your senses and pulling you deeper into the charged atmosphere.

your lips were wet as you ran your tongue over them, keeping your gaze locked on his face. he was completely immersed, his head thrown back, his half-lidded eyes watching your every move. you felt his fingers brush against the nape of your neck, trailing down to your cheek before sliding to your lips.

noel caught your lower lip between his thumb and rubbed it slowly, his touch firm, almost possessive, as if he wanted to leave his mark on you.

"you love to tease, don’t you?" his voice came out rough, thick with anticipation.

you smirked, playfully biting the tip of his finger before replying.

"i love seeing you beg."

with that, your fingers finally reached his belt, undoing it with precision, pulling the buckle free at an agonizingly slow pace. the metallic sound echoed through the quiet room, and you felt his body react, his muscles tensing beneath your touch.

your fingers moved to the button of his pants next, popping it open with the same deliberate slowness. the zipper came down inch by inch, the tension in the room intensifying with every passing second. you noticed how his hands were now firmly planted at his sides, his fingers curling into fists as if he were trying to hold himself back.

the obvious bulge in his pants throbbed beneath the fabric, and before even sliding it down, you pressed your palm against his erection, applying just enough pressure to draw a deep, shaky breath from him.

he spread his legs wider, his darkened gaze locked onto yours. you could see the raw hunger in his eyes, mixed with barely contained impatience.

"baby, enough with the torture…" he murmured, his voice thick with need.

your smile widened, your touch growing even more teasing.

"shh… patience, noel, patience…" you whispered, continuing to torment him at your own sweet pace.

you grabbed the hem of his pants with both hands, your fingers grazing the rough fabric as you slowly slid them down his legs. Noel lifted his hips slightly, allowing you to pull them down without obstruction. the warmth of his skin contrasted with the cool air of the room, and you could feel the tension in his muscles as he anticipated your next move.

his underwear followed immediately after, the waistband slipping past his hips, revealing his hardened length. the sight made your mouth water, a familiar heat pooling in your stomach. he was thick, flushed, and already glistening at the tip, a silent testament to how much your teasing had affected him.

"like what you see?" he asked, his voice carrying that usual smugness, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he raised an eyebrow at you.

you rolled your eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, your hand went straight to his throbbing cock, your fingers wrapping around the velvety warmth of his length. you started stroking him at an excruciatingly slow pace, your grip firm but teasing.

the effect was immediate. his head fell back against the couch, eyes squeezing shut as a deep, shuddering breath escaped his lips. his fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain control.

"not so talkative now, huh?" you teased, your lips curling into a wicked smile as you watched him struggle to keep his composure. noel gallagher—so cocky, so sure of himself—was completely unraveling beneath your touch.

his body melted into the couch, his broad chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. low, desperate moans slipped past his parted lips, each one more sinful than the last. He tried to contain himself, to hold onto that usual arrogance, but you could see him slipping, see the good-boy act fading away as pure need took over.

and you loved it. loved seeing him like this—completely at your mercy, with his self-control crumbling as the dirtiest, most desperate sounds escaped him. and the best part? you knew you were the only one who could make him like this.

without warning, you halted your strokes, replacing them with the slow, deliberate glide of your tongue over the swollen tip of his cock. moving in lazy circles, you traced every ridge and contour, savoring the taste of him as he let out a deep, husky "fuck" through his parted lips. His voice was rough, strained, a clear sign of how much restraint he was already losing.

you pulled back just slightly, just enough to take in his expression—the way his brows furrowed, his jaw tensed, and his chest rose and fell in deep, unsteady breaths. His reaction only fueled your confidence, making you even more eager to continue.

so you did it again. this time, pressing your tongue flat against his length and dragging it slowly from the base to the tip, watching as his body tensed beneath you. His hips twitched involuntarily, a deep groan vibrating through his chest as he sank further into the couch.

then, without hesitation, you took him in all at once, your lips stretching around his thick length, swallowing him whole. his body jerked in response, a sharp gasp ripping from his throat as he was caught off guard.

"fuck, yes," he groaned, his voice nearly breaking as his hand shot to your hair, fingers tangling in the strands, gripping tightly. He wasn’t forcing your movements, but his grasp was firm, his fingers flexing every time you took him deeper.

you moved along his length with slow, deliberate motions, your tongue swirling around the tip each time you pulled back, your lips tightening around him before sinking down again. your mouth was hot, wet, and you didn’t hold back—saliva coated his cock, glistening as it dripped down his shaft, making every movement slicker, sloppier.

after a moment, you pulled away, a thin strand of saliva still connecting your lips to him. his cock throbbed in your hand as you wrapped your fingers around him once more, stroking him at a faster pace this time.

his breathing was erratic now, chest rising and falling rapidly, his head thrown back against the couch. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but all that came out were broken, breathless moans, his ability to form words completely failing him.

"that's it, baby, keep it like that," noel groaned, his voice breathy and uneven, barely able to string a sentence together as he surrendered to the pleasure. his body was completely relaxed against the couch, every muscle slack except for the occasional twitch that ran through him when you hit just the right spot.

you wanted more—you needed more. without hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his cock again, this time focusing on the tip, sucking it slowly, deliberately, teasing him with the flick of your tongue.

a sharp gasp tore from his lips. his fingers tightened in your hair, tugging, his whole body jerking at the sudden sensation.

"oh my god, yes!" he groaned, his voice rough, needy. His grip on you became more firm as he guided your movements, though you were already perfectly in sync with his needs. you took him deeper, your lips gliding smoothly along his length while your hand stroked the base, working him in a way that had his head falling back against the couch, his mouth parting in pure bliss.

his breathing turned ragged, his chest rising and falling in erratic waves. his fingers curled deeper into your hair, his thighs trembling under your palms as you tried to steady yourself. You loved the way he was unraveling for you—how the usually composed, smug man was falling apart beneath your touch.

his moans grew louder, his body tensing beneath you. "baby, i'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice breaking as he tried to hold back, his thighs flexing under your grip.

hearing that only made you move faster, your tongue and hand working in perfect rhythm. you felt the muscles in his legs clench, his whole body tightening as the pleasure overtook him.

then, with a deep, guttural moan, noel came undone. his head fell back, his hands gripping you even tighter as waves of pleasure coursed through him. you felt the warmth hit the back of your throat, but you didn’t stop—not yet. you kept going, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from him, making sure he felt every second of his release.

as his body finally relaxed, his grip in your hair loosened, his breaths coming in deep, uneven gasps. you swallowed, savoring the moment before pulling back, a satisfied look in your eyes.

noel exhaled heavily, still recovering, then reached down, gently tilting your chin up. his thumb brushed against your lips before he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against them—slow, sensual, as if he wanted to feel every bit of himself on your tongue.

he rested his forehead against yours, his breathing still uneven as he came down from his high. his fingers traced slow, lazy circles on your cheek, his usual smugness softened by the intimacy of the moment.

"you’re unreal," he murmured, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

you smirked, running your hands up his thighs one last time before pushing yourself up to straddle his lap. "took you long enough to realize," you teased, pressing a lingering kiss to his jaw.

he chuckled, his hands finding your waist, holding you close. "yeah, yeah… but don’t think I’m done with you yet." his voice was low, filled with promise.

you arched a brow, tilting your head. "oh? and what exactly do you plan to do about it, mr. gallagher?"

his grin widened, dark eyes flashing with mischief as he leaned in, lips grazing your ear.

"guess you’ll just have to wait and see."

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i NEED reader riding Noel in the recording studio immediately or i'm gonna pass outttt (but throw a little plot in there cause we are decent in this household loll) - 🍓

I got so excited that it must have been really long lol. I hope you like it! 🫶

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less tense (+18)

"ok, that's it for today," noel said, rubbing his temple as he addressed the other members of the band.

noel and his band, noel gallagher's high flying birds, were nearing the finish line on their newest album. the long days and even longer nights spent in the studio were taking their toll. noel was growing restless—he loved making music, but he hated being away from you for so long.

as the last of the band members packed up their instruments and headed for the door, noel remained behind, tending to a few last-minute tasks. papers were scattered across the mixing desk, a half-empty cup of tea sat beside him, long since gone cold. his mind was buried in track arrangements and production notes, too distracted to notice the sound of the studio door creaking open.

you, however, had a plan. wanting to surprise him, you stepped inside, carrying a bag filled with his favorite treats.

noel flinched slightly at the noise, assuming it was one of the bandmates returning for something they'd forgotten. without looking up, he mumbled, "did anyone forget something?" still shuffling through his notes.

you cleared your throat, a teasing smile forming on your lips. the moment he heard the familiar sound, he turned, and his tired blue eyes instantly softened when they met yours.

"baby? what are you doing here?" he asked, frowning in surprise but unable to hide the small grin creeping onto his face.

"hi to you too, big head. i missed you too," you teased, rolling your eyes playfully. "i brought you some treats."

you set the bag on a nearby table before making your way over to him, slipping onto his lap without hesitation. his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as he pressed a warm kiss to your temple.

"always taking care of me" he murmured, his voice laced with exhaustion. "sorry, i'm just really caught up in all this work." he let out a heavy sigh, rubbing slow circles on your back.

"it's okay, my love. i just wanted to keep you company," you reassured him, nuzzling into his warmth.

for a few moments, silence settled between you, the only sounds being the distant hum of studio equipment and the soft rustling of papers. you could feel the tension in his body slowly melting away.

then, noel shifted slightly, reluctantly pulling back.

"love, i need to finish these things. do you mind? i swear it’ll be quick," he said, looking at you with those striking blue eyes—the ones you could never say no to.

you pouted but nodded. "it's okay, my love. i’ll sit here next to you and just admire you." you started to move off his lap, but before you could, noel's hands gently held you in place.

"no," he said, shaking his head with a small smirk. "you don’t need to get up. you won’t be in the way."

he shifted back to his work, one arm still loosely wrapped around you as he shuffled through the papers again. even as he focused, his presence felt lighter now—your surprise visit had done exactly what you'd hoped.

you stayed like that for a moment, quietly admiring noel as he worked. even though you didn’t fully understand what he was doing, you loved watching him—seeing him in his element, completely immersed in his craft. the way his fingers shuffled through papers, the slight furrow in his brow when he was deep in thought, and the occasional tap of his pen against the table—it was all so him.

sensing your gaze, noel looked up briefly, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. he found your concentration adorable, though he didn’t say anything, just enjoying the warmth of your presence.

"okay, baby, get up a little. i need to drink some water," he said, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

you pouted slightly but stood up reluctantly, already missing the feeling of his warmth beneath you.

noel stretched as he got up, rolling his shoulders before making his way to the small kitchenette in the studio. he grabbed a bottle of water, leaning on the edge of the table as he took a long sip. his head tilted back slightly, exposing the sharp line of his jaw, and when he finally exhaled, it was a long, tired sigh. the weight of the long days in the studio was evident—he was tense, drained, and desperate to be anywhere but here.

you noticed immediately, and your mind quickly formulated a plan. if he wasn’t going to take a break on his own, you’d have to help him relax another way.

stepping closer, you placed your hands gently on his forearm, getting his attention.

"my love, you look so tired, so tense," you said softly, blinking up at him with an innocent expression. "don’t you want a shoulder massage? maybe it’ll help ease some of that tension."

he raised an eyebrow at you, clearly surprised by your sudden offer. there was a brief pause as he studied your face, but after a moment, he simply shrugged.

"alright," he muttered, too exhausted to argue. he walked back over to the sofa and sat down, leaning against the backrest, his posture slightly slouched.

you followed, moving behind him and placing your small hands on his broad shoulders. as soon as you started kneading the knots beneath your fingers, he let out a quiet, satisfied sigh, his body instantly responding to the touch.

"is this okay, love?" you whispered near his ear, your breath warm against his skin.

"yeah… so good," he mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut. "i really needed this." his head tilted back against the sofa, completely surrendering to the sensation.

you smiled, feeling proud of yourself for getting him to relax, but you weren’t done yet.

"wait a minute then, don’t move," you said, pulling your hands away.

noel barely reacted, too content to question what you were doing. that was, until he felt the shift of weight on his lap. his eyes blinked open slightly, surprise flickering across his tired features as he processed your bold action.

"what—" he started, but you cut him off by pressing your lips against his in a fervent kiss.

for a brief moment, he was caught off guard, his body tensing beneath you. but as soon as he registered what was happening, he melted into it, his large hands instinctively finding their place on your waist, pulling you even closer, you shivered at the feeling of his cold ring touching your skin.

the kiss was heated, intense—your mouths moving together with increasing urgency. his fingers gripped your sides firmly, his touch both possessive and desperate.

you sighed against his lips, shifting slightly as your hands trailed down to his jaw, then lower, pressing soft, teasing kisses along his neck. noel let out a low breath, his head tilting slightly to grant you better access.

his hold on your waist tightened as he felt the wet pull of your lips against his skin, leaving behind a mark that would be impossible to hide in the morning. his fingers dug into you, a silent warning.

"come on, don’t do this to me," he muttered, his voice strained, his eyes still closed as he tried to steady himself.

"do what?" you asked, feigning innocence as you looked at him with wide eyes.

noel scoffed, shaking his head slightly.

"you know exactly what you’re doing. don’t play dumb," he said, his voice lower now, rougher. his hands slipped beneath your shirt, his fingers gliding across the bare skin of your waist and stomach, tracing slow, deliberate patterns.

there was no mistaking the shift in the air now—the exhaustion in his eyes had been replaced with something else entirely.

you just crashed your lips into his again, the kiss getting deeper by the second, then you started moving your hips back and forth, feeling the friction between you. noel let out a groan in the middle of the kiss, his breath warm against your mouth.

you broke away from the kiss, a single line of saliva connecting the two of you, creating a tangible reminder of the intensity of the moment. you took a moment to catch your breath as you continued moving your hips, the adrenaline still coursing through you. noel held your waist, his fingers digging in slightly as he helped guide your movements.

"that's it, baby. just like that," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. his head was thrown back, exposing the elegant curve of his neck, making you bite your lip at how incredibly sexy he looked, completely lost in the moment.

and then, in one fluid motion, his lips traveled down to your neck. you let out a light moan at the contact, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. instinctively, you placed your hands in his hair, holding him in place as he began kissing, nibbling, and running his tongue over your skin. you sighed, feeling the heat build with each gentle caress.

you felt his fingers play with the hem of your shirt, teasing you.

"you can take it off if you want," you said in a sigh, your heart racing more with each passing second. almost without thinking, he pulled the shirt over your head, feeling exhilarated by the vulnerability. he leaned in and kissed the newly exposed skin of your torso, his lips trailing softly over your collarbone.

with a rush of boldness, one of his hands found its way to your breasts, his thumb gliding over your still-covered nipples, making your breath hitch. "god, you’re perfect," he murmured, his eyes dark with lust as they roamed over you, igniting a fire deep within.

"just wait, i'm just getting started," you replied playfully, breathless and eager for what was to come, the energy between you electric and intoxicating.

noel’s fingers worked deftly at the clasp of your bra, the tension slipping away as the fabric fell, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air. his eyes darkened with desire before he crashed his lips against yours once more, the kiss fervent, searing, laced with unspoken hunger.

his mouth traveled downward, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, down to the swell of your breast. the moment his lips wrapped around your nipple, a gasp escaped your lips, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, teasing before sucking gently, while his other hand found its way to your other breast, fingers rolling and pinching in a rhythm that made your breath hitch.

a loud moan slipped past your lips, and you barely had the awareness to be grateful for the soundproof walls. each movement, each stroke of his tongue, sent waves of pleasure surging through you, your fingers instinctively threading into his grey locks, holding him in place.

"noel… don’t stop," you breathed, your voice thick with need.

he groaned against your skin, the vibrations adding to the sensation, fueling the fire already burning between you. encouraged by your response, he lavished even more attention on you, switching between gentle licks and deep, slow sucks that made your legs tremble.

unable to take it any longer, you lifted his head, meeting his gaze—his pupils blown wide with lust—as your hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. both of you were frantic now, fingers tangling, urgency making every movement clumsy. between feverish kisses, noel’s hand slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants.

the moment his fingers found your aching core, a sharp gasp was swallowed into the kiss, your moans muffled by his lips. he teased you, slow, deliberate strokes that made your body arch against him, desperate for more.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last button was undone. you wasted no time in pushing the fabric off his shoulders, your hands roaming over the expanse of his chest. his skin was warm beneath your touch, muscles flexing slightly under your fingers, and a trail of goosebumps followed where your hands traced.

noel didn’t hesitate either—his hands went straight to your pants, tugging them down with eager fingers. within moments, both of you were left in nothing but your underwear, the heat between you nearly unbearable.

you reached for the waistband of his briefs, fingers slipping beneath the fabric, already pulling it down when he let out a low chuckle.

"in a hurry, angel?" he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips, one eyebrow raised.

your response was immediate, voice breathless, desperate. "i need you. right now."

at your words, something shifted in his expression. his playful smirk faded, replaced by raw, unfiltered hunger. he didn’t make you wait. in one fluid motion, he rid both of you of the last remaining barriers between your bodies.

his gaze roamed over you, admiration flickering in his eyes as he took you in.

your hand wrapped around him, stroking him slowly, reveling in the way his breath stuttered, his head falling back slightly. his entire body tensed under your touch, fingers twitching against your waist as he struggled to keep himself composed.

but neither of you could hold back anymore.

you positioned yourself above him, the anticipation thick between you as you slowly lowered yourself onto him, the sensation sending a shockwave through your body. both of you moaned in unison, caught in the overwhelming feeling of finally being connected.

for a moment, neither of you moved, locked in the intoxicating sensation of fullness, of warmth, of complete and utter closeness. your eyes met, and the intensity in his gaze made your breath catch, the weight of the moment settling between you.

then, you began to move.

your hands gripped his shoulders for balance as his hands found your waist, guiding you with firm, steady pressure. the slow roll of your hips had him cursing under his breath, his fingers tightening around you as he helped you find the perfect rhythm.

"that’s it, love," he murmured against your skin, his lips pressing against your neck. "you feel so good… so perfect for me."

a breathy moan escaped you, your fingers tangling into his hair, holding him against you as he kissed and nibbled along your throat, his lips marking a path down to your shoulder. every movement, every shift, sent a delicious wave of pleasure through you, building higher and higher.

"yes, baby… tell me how good it is," he groaned against your skin, his voice rough, full of need.

but words failed you. the only response you could give was the sound of your moans, growing louder, more desperate with each passing second.

the air was thick with heat, the sounds of skin meeting skin, the breathless gasps and whispered praises filling the room. in that moment, there was nothing else—only the two of you, lost in each other, in the pleasure, in the connection that neither of you could deny.

and neither of you wanted it to end.

"faster, please," you breathed between sighs, your body trembling with anticipation.

noel didn’t hesitate. his grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he adjusted his pace, thrusting into you with more force. each movement sent pleasure rippling through your body, your mind spiraling, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

"like this, baby?" his voice was low, husky, right against your ear, his breath hot as he spoke. your head rested against his shoulder, your body melting into his.

"more," you moaned, voice barely above a whisper yet dripping with need. "i need more."

a deep groan rumbled from his chest, his own pleasure evident in the way his movements became even more fervent.

your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping the silver strands as his lips found the curve of your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. every touch, every thrust, every whisper against your skin sent you hurtling closer to the edge.

"oh my god, i’m almost there," you gasped, your body arching as waves of heat pooled in your core.

hearing that, noel’s hand moved between you, his fingers seeking out your clit with precise, relentless pressure. the moment he touched you, a sharp cry escaped your lips, your thighs trembling around him.

he groaned at the reaction, his own control slipping. “that’s it, baby… let me hear you.”

your grip on his shoulders tightened, nails digging into his skin as your head fell back. his mouth was on your breasts in an instant, sucking and licking with a hunger that only pushed you closer. the pleasure was overwhelming, consuming, and then—

your stomach clenched, your body tensed, and everything went white.

a loud moan tore from your throat as pleasure crashed over you in powerful waves, leaving you breathless, shuddering in his arms. your body clenched around him, pulling him deeper, and that was all it took.

noel let out a deep, guttural groan, his head tilting back, his grip on your waist tightening as he followed you over the edge. his body trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he spilled into you, lost in the euphoria of the moment.

for a moment, neither of you moved. the only sound in the room was the heavy rise and fall of your breaths, your bodies still connected, lingering in the bliss of what had just happened.

eventually, you shifted, sliding off of him with a soft sigh. there was an ache left in his absence, a quiet longing that neither of you spoke about.

you reached for your clothes, tossing his at him with a smirk. “less tense now?” you teased, pulling your shirt over your head.

noel let out a breathy laugh, running a hand through his tousled silver hair as he got dressed. “it’s better than that,” he admitted, a playful glint in his blue eyes.

you chuckled, shaking your head before crawling back onto his lap, this time with softness rather than urgency. his hands instinctively found your waist, pulling you closer.

he looked at you then—really looked at you—and something in his gaze softened. his thumb brushed against your cheek, his touch reverent.

"i love you," he murmured, the words feeling heavier in the quiet aftermath.

your chest warmed at the tenderness in his voice, and you leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips.

"i love you more, my love," you whispered against his mouth, smiling as you pulled back.

in that moment, nothing else mattered.

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Noel being completely head over heels for the girl he meets in the recording studio while making the Definetly Maybe album!! She is a guitarrist like him, has the same sense of humor as him and Noel just gets a big fat crush on her...

This was sooo cool to write, I hope you like it!!!

here!

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unexpected harmony (fluff)

it was just another day in the studio. the boys were all gathered to record their long-awaited debut album, definitely maybe. as usual, liam was clowning around, joined by bonehead and guigsy, while the others were in their respective places, trying to prepare for the next song.

"hey, you three, come here, we need to record the next one," tony called out, already impatient. as always, he was ignored.

"that's not how it works. they'll never listen to you if you're calm," noel said, standing up. "watch and learn."

then, in an authoritative tone, he gave a loud whistle.

"oi, dickheads! get over here now so we can finish recording this damn song!" he barked.

the three boys, slightly startled, stopped what they were doing and rushed to their seats.

"wow, you're really good," tony said, mouth agape, as he headed to his own spot.

"did you forget that i live with liam? he's a child in an adult's body. you have to handle him like one," noel shrugged before settling in with his guitar.

just as they were about to begin, a sharp knock on the door made everyone turn their heads at the same time. noel, already irritated, was the first to rise.

"ugh, who the hell is knocking on this damn door?" he muttered, stomping over. he yanked it open to reveal you, a young aspiring singer from the neighboring studio, standing with an unimpressed expression.

"what happened?" noel asked, his boredom evident.

"wow, someone woke up on the wrong foot," you replied, raising your hands slightly. "i just wanted to know who made that god-awful whistle. it echoed into our room."

peering past him, you saw four other boys looking at you curiously.

"oh, that was me," noel admitted, slightly taken aback by your bluntness. "sorry for the noise. i was just trying to get these idiots in line."

the other boys exchanged glances, barely concealing their shock. noel gallagher... apologizing? that only happened when their mother scolded him.

"alright, next time, try herding them with less noise, yeah?" you said with a smirk. "later, guys." you waved and walked back to your studio.

a heavy silence followed before laughter erupted from the group.

"wow," liam said, clapping a hand on his brother's shoulder. "noel gallagher, the angry little goblin, actually backing down? this must be a prank show. where are the cameras?" he looked around mockingly.

"fuck off, liam," noel snapped, shrugging off his brother's hand. "i didn't do anything. i was just trying to be polite. she's a girl, after all."

"oh, right! and then you decided to act all soft in front of her," liam teased, dramatically mimicking noel. "'oh, i'm so sorry, miss! i won’t do it again, promise!'"

the others burst out laughing again.

"liam, shut the hell up and get to your place before i lose my patience," noel huffed, eager to move on.

"mate, you really have no sense of humor, do you? i might have to call her back to calm you down again," liam quipped one last time before finally taking his seat.

noel rolled his eyes, tuning his guitar, pretending he wasn’t rattled. the others chuckled, knowing full well they'd just witnessed a rare sight—noel gallagher, momentarily humbled.

he didn't want to admit it, but he was shocked by the way you spoke to him. no one had ever spoken to him like that before. it was as if he were looking in a mirror—your sarcasm, your confidence, your boldness—it all reminded him of himself. that’s exactly how he spoke to liam. it was unfamiliar, yet oddly intriguing.

as the day went on, he found that he couldn’t shake you from his thoughts. he thanked god the boys couldn’t read minds, or else they would have never let him hear the end of it.

"it's time to stop, don't you think?" liam said, sitting awkwardly with a bottle of water in his hand.

"yeah, we've already recorded four songs. we need to rest," tony added, stretching his arms above his head.

the group unanimously agreed. the day had been a mix of shouting, arguing, laughing, and, most importantly, hard work.

"okay, let’s at least put things back where they belong," noel said, standing up and brushing dust off his jeans.

the boys got to work, putting guitars back on their stands, adjusting amplifiers, and coiling up mic cables. once the room was back in order, they began making plans to hit a nearby pub. noel, however, declined the invitation, making a weak excuse about needing to sort a few things out before heading home.

the truth? he still had you on his mind.

you had awakened a curiosity in him that he couldn’t quite explain.

as soon as he was sure the others had left, noel slipped out of the recording room and casually wandered in the direction of your studio, hoping—just maybe—to run into you.

"okay, guys. bye, kisses, see you tomorrow!" you said, waving as your bandmates left. they responded with quick goodbyes before heading their separate ways.

as you made your way out, you spotted the same short guy from earlier—noel—heading toward you. the moment he noticed you, he awkwardly averted his gaze, pretending to be engrossed in something else. you raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly at his obvious act.

noel stopped right in front of you, forcing you to look up at him slightly. despite his short stature, he was still taller than you.

"what do i owe the honor to, shorty?" you teased, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at your lips.

"nothing, just… wanted to check if we made any more noise," he replied, scratching his neck, clearly embarrassed.

"nope. you can rest easy," you said with a small laugh, finding his reaction oddly amusing.

"ah, right. good," he mumbled, shuffling on his feet, those deep blue eyes of his locked onto yours. there was something intense about his stare—like he was studying you, figuring you out.

"okay, so? anything else?" you pressed, tilting your head.

he wanted to say something. he wanted to ask you questions, to get to know you, to make some sort of witty remark—but for the first time in his life, noel gallagher was speechless. he was captivated by you. your sharp humor, your effortless confidence—it was refreshing, almost magnetic. he had never met someone who could match his sarcasm so effortlessly. it was strange, but in the best way possible.

"look, if you don’t have anything to say, i need to go, okay? bye, we’ll see each other around." you turned to walk past him.

"wait!" his hand shot out, gently catching your wrist. the movement startled both of you. "actually, i was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime." his voice wasn’t as smooth as he’d hoped—it wavered slightly, betraying his nerves. he quickly let go of your wrist and scratched the back of his neck.

you blinked, taken aback by the sudden request. you had to admit, noel was attractive. a guy like him asking you out? it was a little exhilarating.

for a moment, you both just stared at each other, waiting for the other to react.

"okay, sorry. that was a stupid question. just forget i said anything," noel muttered, rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans.

you burst out laughing, wiping a tear from your eye. "oh, this is fantastic." you took a deep breath, composing yourself. "okay, fine. i’ll go out with you."

he froze. he wasn’t expecting that.

"well, okay," you said, pulling out a pen and a scrap of paper. "meet me here at the studio tomorrow and we’ll decide where to go, okay? take it." you handed him the paper with your name and number written on it.

noel stared at the paper, running his thumb over the ink. "y/n," he murmured. "that’s a beautiful name."

your cheeks heated slightly, but you simply shrugged. "and what’s your name, shorty? i’m going out with you and i don’t even know your name."

"noel," he said simply.

"yours is pretty nice too," you admitted. "alright, noel. see you tomorrow then." you gave him a quick wave before heading toward the door, leaving him standing there, holding the paper like it was something precious.

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Hi 👋 can I request a happy story based on Noel having a chat with his kids ( maybe Donovan could stick up the him in a argument and Sunny has to pull him away ) I just like the way he softens when he talks about his kids and from interviews Donovan is very much a " daddy's boy"

Hi!!! I just posted it! I don't know if this is how you wanted it but I tried my best!! I hope you like it 🫶

Here!

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daddy's little boy (fluff)

noel and his kids bcs why not?

words: 1k

"DADDY!"

noel heard his son's thin, urgent cry from the living room, his name stretching into desperation. his heart leaped, momentarily gripped by the instinctive worry that came with parenthood.

he had just returned home after months on tour, stepping back into the familiar chaos of fatherhood. his boys, donovan, now seven, and sonny, four, had grown in his absence—taller, sturdier, with more confidence in their voices. time had moved without him, and it stung.

you were out, you had gone out with some friends just to chat, you hadn't seen them for a while, and you decided to take advantage of the moment when noel was home to enjoy.

he hurried into the living room, where the source of the commotion became clear. the boys were on the floor, locked in a tug-of-war over a bright red race car, their small hands gripping it tightly, faces flushed with frustration.

"what's going on here?" noel asked, his voice firm but gentle.

donovan, his eldest, let go of the toy with an exasperated sigh and crossed his arms. "he took my toy and won’t give it back!" his lower lip jutted out, his eyes flickering between his father and younger brother, clearly hoping for justice.

sonny, still clutching the race car, pouted. "i just wanted a turn," he said in his baby voice, fumbling his words.

noel exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. he had faced roaring crowds, demanding managers, and grueling schedules, but this—stepping back into the everyday squabbles of childhood—felt like an entirely different kind of challenge. he wanted you to be home with him to work this out.

"okay, why don't you guys play together then?" noel suggested, hoping to settle the fight quickly.

"no! i want to play alone!" donovan protested, storming toward his younger brother and trying to snatch the toy car from his hands.

noel sighed, the scene striking a chord deep within him. it reminded him of his own childhood, of the endless squabbles with his brother, liam.

"hey, you two, stop that right now!" he stepped between them, gently pushing them apart before taking the toy car into his hands. "sonny, you can play, dear."

"but daddy—!" donovan's voice wavered, disbelief written all over his face.

"no buts, donovan. let your brother play—he’s still a baby." noel handed the toy car to sonny, who beamed with happiness and immediately returned to the floor, making little car noises as he played.

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that night, after a long and exhausting day, you finally arrived home, longing to retreat to the bedroom you shared with your husband and get some rest. but the scene in the living room stopped you in your tracks.

sonny sat curled up on the couch, watching cartoons in his little pajamas, his tiny body nestled against noel, who lazily followed along with the show. meanwhile, at the dining table, donovan sat alone, head down, shoulders trembling slightly.

your heart clenched.

"baby? what happened?" you walked straight to your eldest, voice filled with concern.

without lifting his head, donovan muttered, "nothing… i'm just sad because daddy scolded me."

you blinked, momentarily stunned. noel? scolding donovan?

your instincts kicked in, and you wrapped your arms around your son, holding him close. "it’s okay, sweetheart. everything’s going to be fine." you stroked his hair, comforting him before guiding him upstairs to get ready for bed. you knew he was feeling left out. donovan was growing up, but to you, he would always be your little boy.

once he was dressed and tucked in, you went back downstairs, only to find sonny fast asleep, his small body sprawled against noel’s chest. your husband, too, had dozed off, his head tilted back against the couch.

you couldn’t help but smile at the sight—it was undeniably adorable. but then, you remembered why you had come downstairs in the first place.

gently, you lifted sonny into your arms, carrying him to his room with careful steps, tucking him in before returning to deal with noel.

"oi, wake up, dickhead." you shook his shoulder, making him jolt awake with wide, confused eyes.

"huh? hi, my love," he mumbled, sitting up and reaching for your hand, only for you to snatch it away.

"why was donovan sitting alone at the dinner table?" you crossed your arms, tapping your foot impatiently.

noel groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. "oh yeah… earlier today, he and sonny were fighting over a stupid little car, so i just took it from him and gave it to sonny." he shrugged. "donovan will understand—he’s a big boy."

you stared at him in disbelief.

"noel gallagher, are you stupid?" you nearly shouted, pinching the bridge of your nose. "'he's already a big boy'? are you insane? he’s your son!"

noel frowned. "what did i do wrong?"

you let out an exasperated sigh. "noel, for the love of god, you’re gone for months at a time. your son misses you, and this is how you treat him? jesus christ! stop being so bloody dense."

noel sat there, silent, taking in your words. guilt settled over him like a weight. he knew you were right. he missed his family terribly when he was away, and the last thing he should do was make his son feel like he didn’t matter.

letting out a long sigh, you shook your head. "i’m going upstairs to shower and lie down. and you"—you pointed at him—"are going to fix this. alone."

noel watched as you turned and walked away, leaving him alone with his thoughts. without wasting another second, he got up from the couch and headed straight to donovan’s room, hoping he was still awake.

knocking lightly, he pushed the door open just enough to peek inside.

"hey, big guy… you okay?"

donovan didn’t answer. he sat on his bed, arms crossed, clearly upset. he knew the whole thing had been over something silly, but still—it hurt. this was his dad, his hero, the person he looked up to the most. and yet, he had made him feel invisible.

noel sighed and stepped inside, sitting on the edge of the bed. "look, kid… i’m sorry." he reached out, brushing a hand through his son’s hair. "i was an idiot. i shouldn’t have treated you like that."

donovan finally looked up at him, big, sad eyes meeting noel’s.

"you know you’ll always be my little baby, right?" noel offered a small, lopsided smile.

the boy hesitated before nodding, still pouting.

"come here." noel opened his arms.

donovan didn’t move at first, but after a moment, he gave in and leaned into his father’s embrace. noel held him tight, resting his chin on the boy’s head, gently stroking his hair.

"i’m sorry, bud. i love you so much." his voice was soft, sincere.

donovan buried his face in his dad’s shoulder before whispering, "i love you too, daddy." he then lifted his head and placed a small kiss on noel’s cheek.

from the hallway, you watched the scene unfold, a warm smile spreading across your face.

this was your family. imperfect, chaotic, but filled with love. and that was all that mattered.

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practice makes perfect (fluff)

liam helping you with a simple interview

"is this really necessary?" you asked, settling into your chair.

"didn't you want help? then we need to get into character," said liam, offering a familiar smile.

you'd always wanted to be a journalist. you had training in the field, but you'd never actually conducted a real interview. so when the first opportunity came, you seized it with both hands, determined to give it your best. but there was one problem—you'd never done an interview in your life!

so, you did what seemed like the best solution at the time: you asked your husband, liam gallagher, for help.

liam, the famous frontman of oasis, had done countless interviews throughout his career. naturally, you thought he would be the perfect person to guide you. but, of course, he didn’t make things easy.

he'd readily agreed—but on one condition: complete immersion. and so, here you were, all dressed up, sitting across from him. he, on the other hand, looked as casual as ever, dressed down in ordinary clothes—a stark contrast to your carefully chosen outfit.

"but why didn’t you dress up?" you said, eyeing him.

"i don’t need to dress up—i’m already an entire aura." he said with a smile, puffing his chest.

you rolled your eyes at his typical arrogance.

"alright, let’s just get this over with," you said, adjusting your seat.

you took your little notebook, flipping through the pages where you had already written down your questions. you had come up with the simplest ones possible, knowing that most band interviews followed the same script.

"okay, so, liam gallagher, how did the idea to write the songs for your new album come about?" you asked, giving him a questioning look.

"seriously, love? that’s the question you’re going with?" he raised an eyebrow.

"ugh, do you want to help me or not?" you threw your arms into your lap, shooting him a bored look.

"of course i do, dear."

"then answer the question!" you huffed.

"okay, okay, i swear i’ll take it seriously. say it again."

sighing, you repeated, "how did the idea to write the songs for your new album come about?"

"well, obviously, i was inspired by my beautiful wife," he said with a smirk, eyeing you. "and other things too—my past, my fights with my brother, my kids, my old marriage… you know, the usual." he leaned back, crossing his legs, looking satisfied with himself.

"right," you muttered, jotting it down before moving on to the next question. "were you satisfied with the album’s performance on the charts?"

"i don’t really care about that," he said, waving a hand dismissively. "i see it like this—if i made a good album that i liked, and people can listen to it and enjoy it, that’s good enough for me." he spoke animatedly, gesturing with his hands.

"okay," you nodded, scribbling his response in your notebook. "and last question—what’s your favorite song on the album?"

"wow, that’s a tough one." he sighed, tapping his chin in thought. "but i’d say it’s probably everything’s electric. i don’t know, i just think it’s a great song. you can feel the anger when i sing it, and it’s amazing live too." he shrugged.

"alright, those were the three test questions. what did you think?" you asked, looking at him anxiously.

"you rocked it, love. you always rock it," he said with a huge grin. "but i have a question too."

"and what would that be?" you narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously.

"is this interviewer single?" he wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

"liam!" you laughed, playfully smacking his arm. "you’re so silly."

"and you love me," he teased, chuckling. then, pulling you into his arms, he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"of course i do," you murmured, snuggling closer.

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Noel Gallagher

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warnings: none, just some swearing

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Liam Gallagher

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Roadie noel, can be fluff or smut, reader is a year younger or so and has a crush in him, they're mates but noels been out touring with the band so they haven't seen eachother so she's been having to hang out with liam all the time and helping Peggy out so when he finally comes back it does something to her, and boom confession. This is all I have to say do with it as you will do it or don't it's up to you, just an idea (love the stories btw)

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some might say it's love (fluff)

reeeally long story, hope you like it! 🩷

words: 2k

it was just another ordinary day. you were at your friend liam's house, lounging on the couch while the tv played in the background.

liam had become your closest companion ever since his brother—and your best friend—noel had gone on tour as a roadie for inspiral carpets. noel had been gone for months. at first, you both tried to keep in touch, but as time passed, it became harder and harder. eventually, you two lost contact.

you spent a lot of time at peggy and liam's house, helping her with the dishes, assisting in the kitchen, and setting the table. whenever she needed a hand, you were there. that’s how your friendship with liam grew—through small acts of kindness and shared moments. he became your partner in crime, someone you could confide in. it was almost funny to think that, just a few months ago, the two of you barely had real conversations.

but there was one thing liam didn’t know—your love for noel.

you had known noel for as long as you could remember, practically growing up together. despite being a year younger than him, you attended the same school, and he had always treated you like a little sister. you used to love that. until one day, you didn’t.

as you grew older, you began noticing him in a different way. noel was a little taller than you, lean but not too thin, with long hair that always seemed slightly disheveled. but what captivated you the most were his eyes—piercing blue, the most beautiful you’d ever seen.

the first time you realized you had feelings for him was the day he helped you after you fell in the street. he had been so worried, fussing over you, carefully bringing you home, tending to your scrapes with such gentleness, as if you might break at any moment.

and in that moment, you knew—he wasn’t just your best friend anymore.

the sound of the doorbell at the gallaghers' house jolted you from your thoughts. you glanced at liam, expecting him to get up and answer it.

"what?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "you want me to open the door? you go!"

you shot him an indignant look. "the house is yours! you open it!"

"i'm way too cozy right now, and besides, you're closer to the door," he said, leaning back further into the sofa with a smug smile, hands resting behind his head.

rolling your eyes, you sighed. "fine! i'm coming!" you called out as the doorbell rang again, more insistent this time.

as you swung the door open, your breath caught in your throat. standing in front of you was noel.

his hair was shorter than the last time you'd seen him, and he held a few bags in his hands. the moment his eyes met yours, he let them drop to the ground without hesitation. before you could even process what was happening, he pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you as if it had been years instead of months.

for a brief moment, you stood frozen, overwhelmed by the rush of emotions. then, slowly, a wide smile spread across your face as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him just as tightly.

"my god, i missed you so much! looks like you've grown up!" noel said, stepping back to take a proper look at you.

you rolled your eyes with a small laugh. "come on, it wasn’t even that long."

"felt like years to me," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "i couldn’t wait to get home."

"oi, rkid! you're back!" liam's voice rang out before he practically tackled his brother in a hug, catching him off guard.

"come in! i want to know everything!" liam continued, barely giving noel a chance to breathe. "how was it? is the road cool? what was the band like?" the questions spilled out one after another.

noel chuckled, shaking his head. "liam, slow down." he glanced around. "where’s mum?"

"she went to the market, she’ll be back soon," liam said, flopping back onto the couch. "okay, so? how was it? did you meet any bird?" he shot noel a mischievous grin, wiggling his thick eyebrows.

your stomach twisted at the question. you weren’t sure if you wanted to hear the answer. instead, you forced out a small laugh, waiting for noel’s response.

"of course not," noel scoffed, rolling his eyes. "i went to work, not to chase girls." he shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"wow, man, you really don’t know how to have fun," liam teased, shaking his head.

you laughed along with them, secretly relieved.

a little while later, peggy arrived home, immediately pulling noel into a tight hug and planting a kiss on his cheek. she had missed her son terribly—and, judging by the way he held her just as tightly, he had missed her too.

that evening, the four of you sat around the table, catching up over dinner.

"you have to see, love," peggy said, shaking her head with a fond smile. "liam barely stays at home anymore—he’s always off rehearsing with his band. what was the name again, dear?"

"oasis," liam answered proudly, puffing out his chest. "and we’re going to be the biggest band in the world."

"y/n’s already heard us rehearse—tell him!" he turned to you eagerly.

you let out a small laugh. "they’re actually pretty good, trust me." you glanced at noel, watching for his reaction.

he raised an eyebrow. "and what exactly do you do in this band, liam?"

"i sing," liam said, as if it were obvious.

noel burst out laughing. "he sings? i think you need to clean your ears, love."

liam stuck his tongue out at him.

"these two have been inseparable since you left," peggy chimed in. "she’s always here—it’s like she’s becoming my daughter at this point." she laughed softly. "and she and liam do practically everything together."

you felt your cheeks warm as you looked down with a shy smile.

noel said nothing. he just nodded—and changed the subject completely.

some time later, you found yourself in noel’s room, sitting across from him as he talked about life on the road—what it was like to be a roadie for an up-and-coming band, the long nights, the exhaustion, but most importantly, the dream it fueled in him.

"one day, i won’t just be setting up guitars," he said, eyes shining with determination. "i’ll be on that stage, playing my own songs for the whole world to hear."

you watched him intently, admiring the way he spoke with so much passion. it was inspiring—beautiful, even. but no matter how much you wanted to listen, your mind kept drifting.

all you could think about was how much you had missed this. the late-night talks, the warmth of his presence, the way everything felt lighter when he was around.

"oi, earth calling—are you even listening to me?" noel snapped his fingers in front of your face, smirking.

you jumped slightly at his words. "what? yeah, i’m listening," you said, blinking rapidly, trying to refocus.

noel hummed in response, then, as if it were the most casual thing in the world, asked, "so, you and liam got really close while i was gone… did something happen between you two?" he absentmindedly played with his fingers, not looking directly at you.

"what?" you let out a loud laugh, tilting your head back. "are you crazy? liam is five years younger than me! that would never happen."

noel just gave a small, weak smile.

for a moment, neither of you spoke. you simply stared at each other, a comfortable quiet settling between you. god, you had missed this. you had missed him—his warmth, his jokes, and especially those piercing blue eyes, more beautiful than the ocean itself. the ones you had always loved getting lost in. you wondered if he had missed you too.

"you know," he started suddenly, voice softer now. "while i was with the inspiral carpets, i kept thinking about you. about us."

your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in ever so slightly, closing the space between you.

you froze. "a-and what were you thinking?" you stammered, heart pounding at his closeness.

noel sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i don’t know. just... wondering. if i hadn’t left, if i had stayed here, would things have stayed the same? or would they have changed? you know, the usual ‘what ifs.’"

you let out a small chuckle, trying to mask the growing tension in the room. "well, i guess we’ll never know, right?"

noel tilted his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips as he shook his head.

"what?" you asked, laughing nervously.

he exhaled, still smiling. "seriously, you haven’t noticed yet?"

your brows furrowed. "noticed what?"

he let out a small, disbelieving laugh before muttering, "god, you’re such an idiot."

you opened your mouth to protest, but before you could say anything, he looked straight into your eyes and said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world—

"how have you not realized that i like you?"

you stood there, completely still, just staring at him. had you heard that right? noel gallagher—the boy you had secretly been in love with—had just confessed that he liked you?

the room felt suffocatingly quiet until noel sighed and broke the silence.

"i know this might seem like a lot, but i needed to get this off my chest," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "i really like you. hell, i liked you even before i went on tour." he exhaled sharply, as if he'd been holding it in for far too long. "i think i realized how real it was when we lost contact. i spent every single day thinking about you—wondering if you were okay, if you were eating, if you were sleeping. god, i couldn't get you out of my head!"

you just stood there, frozen, letting him speak, letting his words sink in.

"and i missed you. so much." his voice softened now, his eyes searching yours. "i wanted to see you every day. i wanted to hug you. talk to you. kiss you—"

he froze, realizing what he had just said. your eyes widened, heart hammering in your chest.

and then, before you could even think, you threw yourself at him, pressing your lips to his in a sudden, desperate kiss.

noel tensed for half a second, startled by your boldness, but the moment passed, and he melted into it, his arms wrapping around you like he'd been waiting for this forever.

the kiss was filled with everything neither of you had said before—affection, longing, relief. nothing else mattered.

noel’s hands instinctively went to your waist, his fingers pressing gently against you as if memorizing the moment. one hand slid up to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek as he deepened the kiss. your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

time didn’t exist. it was just the two of you, lips moving in sync, tongues teasing and exploring, hearts racing. you felt like you were floating—like all your dreams had suddenly become real.

and then—

"oi, dickhead, mum is calli—what's happening here?!"

liam’s voice shattered the moment like a brick through a window.

you and noel immediately pulled apart, eyes wide, faces flushed.

your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you struggled to meet liam’s gaze. he stood in the doorway, mouth open, eyes flicking between the two of you like he had just walked into a crime scene.

noel groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "liam, get out. now." he pointed toward the door. "and close it behind you!"

liam held his hands up in surrender, smirking. "alright, alright! just—maybe don’t make babies in my bed, yeah?"

"get out!" noel barked.

liam chuckled, backing out of the room, muttering something under his breath before disappearing down the hall.

silence.

then, you and noel locked eyes.

and suddenly, you both burst into laughter.

as the laughter faded, a comfortable silence settled between you and noel. the weight of what had just happened hung in the air, but it wasn’t heavy—it was warm, almost electric. he reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, his thumb tracing slow, reassuring circles against your skin.

neither of you needed to say anything. the confession, the kiss, the unspoken emotions lingering in the space between you—it was enough.

somewhere down the hall, you could still hear liam grumbling to himself, likely making a mental note to never leave his room unattended again. the thought made you smile.

noel gave your hand a gentle squeeze before pulling you into his chest. his chin rested lightly on your head, and for the first time in months, everything felt right. the world outside could wait—right now, in this small room filled with old posters, unfinished song lyrics, and the faint scent of cigarettes and aftershave, you had everything you had ever wanted.

and noel had finally realized that he had, too.

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tangled in you (+18)

just liam and reader making out

words: 1k

"you’re so good to me," liam murmured against her lips, his voice breathless, almost reverent. the words sent a shiver down her spine, a warmth blooming in her chest as she clung to him.

they stayed like that, tangled in each other, their breaths mingling, lips sliding together in a slow, intoxicating rhythm. she straddled his lap, her knees pressing into the couch on either side of him, her fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. his hands roamed over her thighs, squeezing, kneading, fingertips tracing patterns that left goosebumps in their wake.

the sounds filling the room were obscene—wet, hungry, desperate. the soft, slick noises of their lips meeting, parting, the quiet gasps they exchanged between kisses. she never imagined a kiss could sound so filthy, that just pressing their mouths together could unravel her like this. but with liam, everything felt electric, amplified, like he was kissing her not just with his lips but with his entire body, his touch, his breath.

his hands roamed upward, sliding from the softness of her thighs to the curve of her waist, where they settled with a firm grip. his fingers pressed into her skin, anchoring her to him as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go. she could only pant against his lips, their mouths still moving together, slow and messy, neither willing to break the kiss.

her fingers wove into the hair at the nape of his neck, nails grazing lightly against his skin as she tugged, drawing a low groan from deep in his throat. the vibration of it sent a rush of heat through her, making her thighs clench tighter around him.

"that’s it, baby, keep going," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough, edged with something dangerously close to desperation.

she obeyed without thinking, rolling her hips against him, testing the friction. their mouths stuttered against each other, a gasp caught between them as the sensation sent a sharp jolt through both of them. his grip on her waist tightened, fingertips pressing into her skin as he groaned into her mouth.

encouraged, she did it again, grinding against him with more intent this time, the heat between them becoming unbearable. every shift of her hips pulled another ragged sound from him, and she reveled in the way his breath hitched, in the way he held onto her like she was the only thing keeping him grounded. their kisses grew sloppier, more urgent, their tongues tangling as they lost themselves in the press and slide of their bodies, in the breathless sounds they exchanged between kisses.

then, suddenly, liam tore his lips from hers, only to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw. she barely had time to catch her breath before he reached the sensitive spot just below her ear, sucking lightly, making her gasp and shiver against him. he hummed in satisfaction, his hands squeezing her waist as he tilted his head, moving lower, his lips dragging over the column of her throat.

he kissed her there, slow and deliberate, as if memorizing the shape of her skin with his mouth. the wet heat of his lips sent tingles down her spine, her fingers tightening in his hair as she arched instinctively, silently begging for more. the combination of his mouth on her neck and the steady friction between them had her dizzy, completely lost in the way he touched her, kissed her, held her like he never wanted to let go.

"my god, you feel so amazing," liam murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire. his words sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through her, making her grip his shoulders tighter. he kissed her deeply, their mouths moving together in a wet, desperate rhythm, the obscene sounds of their lips parting and meeting again filling the room.

they were both stripped down to their underwear, her only barrier being the oversized t-shirt that barely covered her thighs. his skin was hot beneath her touch, his toned chest rising and falling against her with every breath. the heat between them was unbearable, their bodies pressed together, moving in sync.

his hand slid down between them, fingers pressing firmly against her clothed core. she gasped into his mouth, feeling the hard pressure of him beneath her, his boxers already damp from her. the realization made her thighs tremble around him. he groaned at the sensation, his hips pressing up instinctively, chasing more of her warmth.

then, without warning, he started to circle her clit through the thin fabric of her panties, slow and deliberate. the teasing touch made her whimper, her breath coming out in shaky pants as she broke the kiss just long enough to gasp his name.

"liam—"

the sound of it, breathless and needy, sent a shudder down his spine. he groaned in response, his mouth moving to her jaw, then lower, trailing heated kisses down her neck. when he reached her collarbone, he sucked gently at the delicate skin, his tongue flicking over it before he bit down lightly, making her back arch against him.

his other hand moved beneath her t-shirt, fingers grazing the bare skin of her stomach before traveling higher. the sudden contact made her shiver, a soft gasp escaping her lips, but any hesitation was lost the moment his palm cupped her breast. he squeezed, kneading the soft flesh, his thumb brushing over her nipple, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through her body.

"fuck," he muttered against her skin, voice strained as he continued his slow torture, teasing her with both hands now—one circling her clit, the other massaging her breast. she felt like she was melting into him, her body completely under his control, every touch sending her further into a haze of pleasure.

her breath came in short, desperate gasps as liam’s hands worked her over, teasing, pushing her closer to the edge. every touch, every slow circle of his fingers, every squeeze of his hand under her shirt sent heat pooling low in her belly, her body trembling in his lap.

“liam,” she breathed, her forehead dropping against his, her fingers tightening in his hair. she was drowning in him, in the heat of his skin, the scent of him, the way he groaned when she rolled her hips against his.

he lifted his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, a contrast to the desperate way their bodies moved. his hands slowed, grounding her, as if savoring every second. "i've got you, baby," he murmured, voice thick and deep.

she sighed into his mouth, melting against him, her heartbeat finally beginning to steady. he pressed another kiss to her lips, then her jaw, then her collarbone, before wrapping his arms around her, holding her close.

the silence between them was thick, not empty, but full—charged with the remnants of heat, the unspoken understanding that neither wanted to break. his heartbeat thudded beneath her cheek, steady and strong, syncing with her own as their bodies relaxed into each other.

the warmth of his skin against hers, the faint scent of him mixed with the lingering traces of passion, wrapped around her like a cocoon. she let her eyes flutter shut, savoring the feeling of being held, of being known in a way words could never capture.

the world outside felt distant, irrelevant. in the quiet aftermath, all that mattered was the way they fit together, the way his fingertips never stopped tracing her spine, the way he held her as if she belonged to him.

neither of them shifted, neither pulled away. they simply stayed, tangled and breathless, savoring the weight of what had just passed between them.