#britpop x reader

[biblical-chronicles]

Jackpot

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where Liam and the reader suffer the consequences of an eventful trip to Vegas

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Your skull felt like it was about to split in two, it was the kind of hangover where even thinking hurt. Every pulse of your head felt like someone was trying to drive an ice pick straight through your brain. You groaned, burying your face in the pillow, wishing for the sweet release of sleep to take you again. But no, the thirst was unbearable, and the ache wasn’t going to let up anytime soon.

You cracked one eye open, squinting at the too-bright hotel room around you. Everything looked vaguely familiar, but then again, all the rooms in this Vegas hotel looked the same—plush carpets, bland artwork, and curtains that never fully shut out the light. You figured it had to be your room, though. You’d been invited along as part of the close-knit circle, and every member of the band had a nearly identical setup.

Dragging yourself out of the warmth of the bed felt like moving through quicksand, but the primal need for water and something—anything—to kill the angin' headache was too strong to ignore. With a groan, you swung your legs over the side and stood, immediately regretting it as the room tilted precariously.

You stumbled toward the little kitchenette area, hands trailing along the wall to keep you upright. Reaching the minibar fridge, you fumbled with the tiny bottles and snacks, searching for the savior of hangovers: water and painkillers. After what felt like an eternity, you managed to unearth a bottle of water and a packet of pills, tearing them open with clumsy fingers. You downed the pills and half the bottle of water in one go, sighing with relief even though your head still felt like it might implode.

Your body screamed at you to lie down again, so you shuffled toward the couch, figuring you’d stretch out there and see if you could snatch a bit more sleep. It wasn’t until you moved to sit that you noticed him.

Liam was sprawled across the couch, his long legs bent awkwardly to fit on the too-small piece of furniture. He was dead to the world, his face turned slightly into the arm of the sofa, his dark hair forming a messy halo around his head. For a moment, you just stared, your hazy brain not quite registering the oddity of the situation.

Must’ve come back here after the night out, you thought vaguely. It wasn’t uncommon for the lot of you to pile into one room after a mad night. Besides, it was Liam—he could’ve easily ended up here by mistake, not caring whose room it was as long as there was a couch to crash on.

You couldn’t help but notice how peaceful he looked, his usual sharp features softened in sleep. The faintest smile tugged at your lips as you lay down on the other end of the couch, careful not to disturb him. Your head was still pounding, but for a brief moment, the sight of him made it feel just a little more bearable.

Just as you were beginning to drift off, Liam stirred. He groaned loudly, his hand coming up to rub his face as he shifted to sit up. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, his voice thick with sleepiness. He blinked blearily at the room, his gaze eventually landing on you.

The sight of another person startled him awake fully. “Bloody—!” he yelped, jerking upright so quickly that he nearly fell off the couch. His wide eyes and furrowed brow were comically confused, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light despite your throbbing head.

“Relax,” you said, stifling more laughter as you pushed yourself upright. “I'ts just me and you’re in me room, apparently. God knows how you ended up on me couch, though.”

Liam ran a hand through his hair, still looking half-asleep and utterly disoriented. “Christ, I didn’t nick your bed, did I?”

You shook your head, grinning. “Nah, I was in it. Guess you just crashed here after... whatever the hell we got up to last night.”

“Right,” he muttered, squinting like he was trying to piece it all together. Then his hangover hit him full force, and he groaned, pressing his hands to his temples. “Ah, me head’s fuckin’ murderin’ me.”

“Join the club,” you said, standing up unsteadily. “Hang on, I’ve got some pills and water.”

Liam didn’t protest, slumping back into the couch with a pitiful groan. When you returned with the bottle and a fresh dose of pills, he took them like they were a gift from the heavens. “You’re a bloody angel,” he said, his voice quiet but sincere.

“Don’t ever forget it,” you teased, sitting down beside him.

For a moment, the two of you sat in companionable silence, the faint buzz of the city beyond the hotel window the only sound. Liam glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. Instead, he looked almost shy, fiddling with the water bottle cap as if he wasn’t quite sure what to say.

“So, uh,” he began, his voice low and careful, “you... you alright? After last night, I mean?”

“I think I’ll live,” you replied, letting out a small groan as you leaned your head back against the couch. “But I remember absolutely nothing. Not a clue what happened after... I think it was tequila shots?” You rubbed your temples, trying to piece together the blurry fragments of last night.

Liam gave a short laugh, low and scratchy, as he ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. “Yeah, same. Total blackout. I remember you were talkin’ some right nonsense about a dog you used to have, though.”

You squinted at him. “I never even had a dog.”

“That’s what makes it even funnier, innit?” he said, his grin widening. For a moment, he looked like the Liam you’d always known—cheeky and confident.

The two of you fell into easy, light conversation, laughing quietly at the absurdity of the situation and trying not to move too much for fear of aggravating the pounding in your heads. It was surprisingly nice, sitting there with him, despite the hangover.

“What time is it, anyway?” Liam suddenly asked, breaking the comfortable rhythm.

You reached for your phone, groaning as you realized how far away it was. “No idea. Hang on.” You leaned over the couch arm, snagged it from the table, and squinted at the screen. “Oh, shit. It’s nearly eleven, and breakfast ends at half-past from what I know”

Liam sat up so fast he nearly knocked the water bottle out of your hand. “We’ve gotta leg it or we’ll be stuck findin’ summat outside, and I am not dealin’ with all that racket today.”

The thought of hunting down food outside the hotel—the noise, the people, the chance of running into paparazzi—made you both spring into action. Well, as much action as two hungover zombies could muster.

You stumbled toward the door, grabbing your shoes and stuffing them on while Liam muttered something about needing a good fry-up to save his life. Then you paused, noticing the rumpled state of your clothes. “Wait,” you said, gesturing to your outfit and then to his. “We’re still in the same stuff from last night.”

Liam glanced down at himself, taking in his crumpled shirt and slightly scuffed trousers, then shrugged. “No point fixin’ it. We’ll be late, and I’m not riskin’ missin’ out on some glorious fatty scran to soak up this hangover. Let’s go.”

You couldn’t argue with that logic, so the two of you stumbled into the hallway, squinting against the bright lights as you made your way to the elevator. Every step was a delicate balance of speed and not making your angin' heads any worse.

When you finally reached the breakfast area, the smell of bacon and coffee hit you like a blessing. The place was packed, but you managed to weave your way through the crowd, collapsing into a table just as someone came by to take your order.

You barely had time to breathe a sigh of relief before a series of wolf whistles pierced the air (and your head).

You looked up, and there they were: the rest of the band, spread across a nearby table, grinning like absolute idiots. Gem was the first to speak, smirking as he leaned back in his chair. “Look who finally decided to show up. And together, no less.”

“Give it a rest,” Liam muttered, rubbing his temple as if the noise had physically hurt him. “Me head’s killin’ me already, and now I’ve got to deal with you lot.”

Liam grumbled under his breath as he and you shuffled over to the table where the rest of the band was sitting, every step seemingly worsening his already foul mood. You sank into the chair next to him, and the laughter from the group immediately kicked up a notch. Noel, lounging with his legs stretched out like he owned the place, raised an eyebrow at the two of you.

“Oh, so did you two already consummate your marriage, then?” Noel said with a smirk on his face.

Liam just blinked at him, completely thrown. “What the hell are you on about, you sick lunatic?”

The band erupted into cackling laughter, Bonehead nearly choking on his coffee while Gem slapped the table in amusement.

“Bloody idiots, the lot of ya,” Liam muttered, reaching for a glass of water and taking a long drink, clearly trying to ignore them.

“Can you not?” you said, groaning as you buried your face in your hands. The heat creeping up your neck was unmistakable, and their relentless teasing wasn’t helping your hangover one bit.

Gem leaned forward, an infuriating grin plastered across his face. “Alright then, do either of you remember owt from last night?”

“Nope,” you said quickly, shaking your head.

“Not a bloody thing,” Liam added, glancing at you.

Their laughter kicked up again, and Noel was nearly in tears. “Right, well, since you two are still in the same clothes, might be worth checkin’ your pockets, eh? Go on, Liam, do us all a favor and have a look.”

Liam shot him a suspicious glare, already irritated by all the noise and attention. “What’s in me pockets got to do with anything?”

“Just humor me, you tosser,” Noel said, gesturing dramatically toward Liam like he was a game show host. “Go on, then!”

With a heavy sigh, Liam reached into his trouser pocket, fishing around until his fingers found something crumpled. He pulled out a thick but wrinkled piece of paper, and held it up like it was evidence from a crime scene.

“What the hell is this?” he muttered, squinting at it.

“Read it out loud, mate,” Gem said, grinning at him. “Go on. Do us all the pleasure.”

“I swear, if this is some stupid—” Liam grumbled but reluctantly unfolded the paper. He tilted his head, squinting harder, his brow furrowing. “Right. It says... bloody... Oh, fuck off.”

“What? What is it?” you asked, your stomach sinking.

Liam rubbed his temple with one hand and held the paper in the other, as if willing it to disappear. “It’s—it’s bloody marriage papers, innit?”

The table exploded in laughter, the kind of deep, belly-aching howls that made you want to crawl under the table and disappear. Your face went so red you were sure it matched the ketchup bottle in front of you.

“What?” you managed to squeak, your head dropping into your hands as you tried to process the mortifying revelation.

Liam, on the other hand, was growing increasingly flustered, his voice rising with every word. “You lot let us get married on the piss? Are you mental?”

Bonehead nearly fell out of his chair laughing, and Gem looked like he was about to choke again. Noel, meanwhile, leaned forward, thoroughly enjoying the chaos he’d unleashed.

“Nah, mate,” Noel said, raising a finger like a professor delivering a lecture. “We didn’t let you. You two pissed off after we told you not to. Proper ran away like Romeo and Juliet.”

Liam’s mouth opened and closed a few times, searching for a response. “You’re tellin’ me we ran away?”

“Like lovesick teenagers,” Noel confirmed with a smirk. “Couldn’t bloody find you anywhere. You’d already done the deed by the time we caught up.”

Your mortification reached new heights, and you groaned again, pressing your palms against your burning cheeks. “Oh, God.”

“‘Bout time, though, eh?” Noel said, his smirk turning into a grin. “You two’ve been makin’ eyes at each other for bloody ages. Saved us the trouble of sittin’ through all the ‘will they, won’t they’ shite. Though the whole marriage thing might’ve been a bit rash, considering.”

“Rash?” Liam repeated, his voice incredulous. “It’s a bloody disaster, Noel!”

“No, it’s comedy gold, actually,” Noel countered, leaning back and sipping his coffee like he hadn’t just upended your entire morning.

The band, still howling with laughter, chimed in with more teasing remarks, each one landing like a blow to your already fragile state.

“Would’ve loved to see the vows,” Gem said, wiping tears from his eyes. “Bet they were dead poetic.”

“Probably went summat like, ‘swear down on me life to worship ya, you'll be me Yoko and I'll be John’” Bonehead added in an overly nasally voice, sending the group into another fit of cackling.

Liam slumped in his chair, glaring at his brother and bandmates. “You lot are absolute pricks, you know that?”

“Cheers,” Noel said, raising his coffee cup again.

Despite the embarrassment—and the headache—you couldn’t help but glance at Liam, your stomach doing flips at the thought of what had apparently happened. His cheeks were tinged pink, and his expression was somewhere between irritated and... something softer, almost like he was trying not to smile.

Liam cleared his throat and shoved his chair back with a loud scrape that made your already-pounding head wince. “Right then,” he said, standing up with a dramatic flair, arms gesturing wide like he was addressing a stadium. “If you lot don’t mind, me and the missus are gonna leave you to it. Got important... married couple things to sort, ain’t we?”

The table erupted into howls of laughter once again, not letting Liam off that easily.

“Bloody hell,” Noel said between wheezing laughs, wiping at his eyes. “So I'm guessing the consumation is bound to happen now?”

Liam scowled, grabbing your hand without another word. “Come on, love,” he muttered, tugging you after him. “Let’s get outta here before I end up in the papers again for lampin’ me own brother.”

“Good luck with yer honeymoon, Mr. and Mrs. Gallagher!” Noel called after you, setting the table off again.

Liam didn’t stop pulling you along until you were out in the corridor, the laughter muffled by the closing doors behind you. He finally stopped, letting go of your hand to lean against the wall and rub his temple. “Jesus Christ, they’re relentless,” he muttered, shaking his head.

You were still catching your breath from the impromptu escape, a laugh bubbling out despite the chaos swirling in your chest. “They’re not wrong, though,” you admitted, watching him carefully, your voice softer now. “We got married, Liam. Married.”

His gaze snapped to you, his expression immediately tightening “Yeah, about that…” His voice dropped, quieter now but still carrying that sharp Liam edge. “Look, I’m sorry, alright? Properly sorry. I don’t even remember it, but we’ll sort it. Annul it, divorce—whatever the fuck people do when they’ve cocked up like this.”

The way he said it, cautious and almost defensive, like he was bracing for you to rip into him, made something in your chest twist. He looked vulnerable in a way you’d never seen before, and you hated that he thought you’d be angry at him. You took a shaky breath, emotions crashing together too fast to untangle—confusion, embarrassment, and something warmer that had been there for longer than you’d care to admit.

“Liam,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. “I’m not mad.”

He blinked, looking up at you with genuine surprise. “You’re not?”

You shook your head, a faint smile tugging at your lips despite everything. “I’m not. It’s not like you did this on your own, yeah? I said yes too—even if neither of us remembers it.”

His mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. It wasn’t often Liam Gallagher was left speechless, but there he was, staring at you like he couldn’t quite wrap his head around what you’d just said.

You laughed lightly, the sound trembling with nerves and honesty. “I mean, what Noel said—he wasn’t completely wrong. I do have feelings for you, Liam. Always have, I think. And honestly? It’d be nice if you felt the same.”

He blinked again, his wide-eyed gaze searching yours as if he was waiting for a punchline that never came. “Really?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, all the attitude stripped away.

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you stepped closer, reaching up to cup his face. Your thumbs brushed against the rough stubble on his jaw as you leaned in and kissed him.

For a heartbeat, he froze, and you wondered if you’d misread everything. But then he softened under your touch, his hands hesitantly finding your waist before pulling you closer. His lips, warm and slightly chapped, pressed against yours with a growing intensity that made your heart pound.

When his tongue brushed your bottom lip, you parted for him, and the kiss deepened. It was slow and exploratory, filled with a tenderness you hadn’t expected. His tongue grazed yours, sending a shiver down your spine as he drew you closer, his hands sliding up your back like he was anchoring himself to you.

Your hands moved to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms. He kissed like he meant it, like he’d been waiting for this as long as you had, and it left you breathless.

When you finally broke apart, your foreheads rested together as you both tried to catch up with your racing hearts. Liam’s eyes flickered over your face, a small, lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

“Well,” he said, his voice rough and low, “looks like you’ll be stickin’ with Miss Gallagher for now, eh?”

A laugh bubbled out of you, your cheeks burning as you shook your head. “Hopefully forever,” you murmured, only for a thought to strike you. You pulled back slightly, your brow furrowing. “Wait—Miss Gallagher?”

“Yeah,” he said, his grin turning cheeky, the light in his eyes practically sparkling. “If you check that paper, we did change yours, didn’t we? All official and that.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands, though you couldn’t quite hide your smile. “On second thought,” you said, peeking at him through your fingers, “it does have a nice ring to it.”

His grin widened, and he pulled you close again, his hands firm on your waist. “Oh, can’t wait to go back to England and do it proper,” he said, his voice brimming with excitement and a sense of pride.

You rolled your eyes but leaned into him, letting your head rest against his chest. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice full of affection as he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “But you love it, don’t ya?”

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another request from @shes-thunderstormssss is out the way now, loved writin' it (per usual), this love never disappoints with her request game swear down xx

hope all you lot like it too !! love ya all to bits x

[leaawrites]

Pretty Little Liar

Noel Gallagher x fem!actress!reader

Summary: in which, a picture makes insecurities rise from the depth.

Warnings: age gap, fluff, bit of angst

Wordcount: 0.8k

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“And what about this picture?”

Her co-star shifted over the photo, which had been all over the news for the last two weeks, of her and Noel Gallagher leaving a restaurant almost at the same time. Walking closely behind the other. They climbed into the same car as well, though the press didn’t catch that moment.

Feeling her pulse quicken, she hoped the lie-detector wasn’t catching up. It was good publicity, her management told her as they proposed the idea of them going out and being seen for the first time since they started seeing each other.

“Just having dinner with a music legend,” she answered, looking calmly down at the picture while pinching her skin to stop her face from heating up and her heartbeat from racing in fear and the feeling of love she felt every time she saw him. “Nothing romantically.”

What a fucking liar she was.

“She’s telling the truth,” the woman operating the machine said, making Y/n visibly relax into her seat again.

Her shoulders relaxing and a deep breath falling out of her mouth, escaping her lings where it was previously held hostage.

“That’s right, haters. Nothing going on between them, stop saying nasty shit now.” Y/n laughed gratefully as her co-star looked straight at the camera, with a serious tone and a death stare on his face.

The publicity was good, though it wasn’t exactly one that could be controlled. The moment the picture was released, people started commenting on everything. The age difference, the problematic of it all and, of course, on it being nothing more than a make pretend and that she was only after him for the fame.

If only they knew.

Slumping down on the sofa in London two weeks later, after the press tour was finally over and the video released, the comments stopped flooding in at a mass. They were still there sometimes, but nothing too serious.

“I can’t believe they believed you that,” Noel called from the kitchen, the video still playing on his phone as he was preparing tea for the two of them.

“What can I say? I’m just such an amazing actress,” Y/n said, smirking as she heard his laughter echo from the other room.

His feet gently padding on the floor as he walked over to her again, two cups in his hands. Putting them down on the table, he leaned over to her, pressing his lips on her forehead before moving down. Travelling over her cheek, over her jaw and neck until they finally landed on her lips.

Pulling her closer with his hand on her cheek, he could feel the smile spreading on her face from the familiar contact she craved for too long now. The hasted goodbye or good morning pecks weren’t enough for either, both feeling more contempt with the slow, raw emotions lingering between their lips.

“I missed you so much, darling,” Noel whispered, his lips still close to hers, but leaving space to breath.

“I missed you too,” she answered, her hand moving through his hair.

She knew this was problematic and nothing she saw herself being tangled in two years prior, but it happened and nothing could make her regret it. Noel was sweet and gentle, he was funny, making her feel secure in a world so cruel and unpredictable.

He made her feel loved.

Watching him closely, she saw the familiar look of awareness flash through his pupils, though now it seemed threatening. Like the realisation that with every calm there would be a storm following.

“What is it?” She asked, hooking her leg around his waist and moving him closer towards her.

His lips falling on her collarbone before answering hesitantly, “If you ever wanna stop I won’t blame you.”

His words made her eyes open wide in shock, though before she could answer, Noel continued speaking. “I know this isn’t exactly what you expected it to become after that party and I understand if you find someone else. Someone your age.”

“Noel,” she warned him to stop speaking.

“I know that you deserve better.”

“No,” she said, putting her hands on either side of his face and moving his head up for him to look at her directly. His eyes holding emotions as deep as oceans. “I want you, okay? I decided that this would be alright and that we would happen, you were the one wanting to distance yourself at the beginning and now you’re doing it again, why?”

“The people-”

“The people? That’s all you’re worried about? You, fucking Noel Gallagher, who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone’s opinion is fearing someone else’s opinion all of a sudden?” It felt like she laughed right at him, laughing in his face out of shock at his stupidity.

“This isn’t about me, alright? This is about you. If this comes out, your name will be all over every headline and I know how much stuff like this can pull you down. I don’t do this out of selfishness, I do this because I love you.”

Rolling her eyes, she threw her head back in annoyance at his words. “God, I love you too, that’s why I’m here. That’s why I’m telling you to stop being so stupid and just let things go their way. We can’t change how they perceive this, but I know that I can handle anything as long as you’re there, alright?” She asked, watching him nod his head before he sat down next her and pulled her into his chest now.

[sirenlulls]

baby i'm yours → g. gallagher

pairing —gene gallagher x albarn!reader

summary —where gene’s a bit of a cheeky bastard & you post a new podcast episode

baby, i'm yours, and i'll be yours until two and two makes three

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user blud was def giggling to himself choosing the second pic

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[lunarwts]

mystery of love

gene gallagher x fem! reader social au

gene and y/n spend the summer island hopping through europe

ahh! this is my first post!!! let me know what you think and please, please, please send in some requests! there is a list of people i write for in my masterlist✨ enjoy!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

all photos are from pinterest

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genegallagher posted a story!

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🌆 fic friday;

“you were in my dream”

90s damon albarn x reader,, friends to lovers

The weekend had slipped away from us and we were clawing onto the last few hours of Sunday, Damon on his side and me on my stomach on his carpeted floor. I couldn’t believe it was only a few months ago that we first met, through our mutual friend Graham. Some time ago he had slipped out of the equation though, and now I spent entire weekends at Damon’s place without batting an eye. It was like I was caught up in a constant buzz that wouldn’t wear off.

“What does that one mean?” I asked, pointing my finger at the tattoo on his forearm. It resembled a leaf of clover.

“I don’t know. Nothing really.”

“Aren’t things more meaningful if they… mean something?” I laughed and Damon chuckled along, nodding.

“Generally, yeah.”

“You know what I mean!” I laughed tiredly and flipped onto my back, laying my cheek against the rough carpet to keep my gaze on him. “Aren’t things nicer or.. less perishable, when they mean something?”

Damon waited for a beat, thinking. He always took his time when pondering something and felt no stress or embarrassment about putting the conversation on hold. I envied that.

“What does this mean?” he asked poignantly a moment later. His hand waved softly in the air between us where we layed in the warm evening sun on his floor. My body stiffened and heart rate picked up. A million words flooded my mind and I peered through them to blink back at him. At last I laughed weakly and looked away, up at the ceiling.

”That’s a good question.”

We stayed quiet for a few moments as I anxiously counted the squares in the ceiling.

“You were in my dream last night,” he revealed and my eyes darted back at him. He had long, soft shadows on his face from the sinking sun.

“What were we doing?”

A smile came upon Damon’s lips but he bit down on it and his cheeks gained some colour.

“Oh, you know, nothing much.”

“Shut up,” I laughed nervously and our voices faded. My gaze trailed away again and we laid under the heavy silence for a moment, him replaying his dream and me trying to picture it. Many visuals were crowding my mind.

“We were lying down like now.”

I smiled with two hot cheeks, patiently waiting for him to continue describing what we both were thinking.

“But you were…”

I looked back at him again as he propped his head up to lay it in his palm, blinking down at me.

“I was?”

“…A lot closer.”

My muscles were still tense but I managed to scoot an arm’s length closer to him, placing my pounding heart just inches from his.

“Like this?” I mumbled. Our smiles had faded and the sun had nearly set now, casting its last orange rays across our bodies. Damon shook his head softly.

“Not quite.”

Moving purely out of instinct, I pushed myself off the floor and carefully swung a leg across his hips, pinning him to the floor on his back. Damon flashed a slanted smile again and trailed his eyes down my body slowly. When they came back up to meet mine again, I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I took a risk and bent down, hurriedly pressing my lips against his before I might’ve lost the courage. He was quick to respond and kissed me back, his hands finding my waist instantly.

“Now, this feels more like the dream,” Damon mumbled into our kiss with a deep smirk.

[emoxxgirl]

Here’s some of these :))

[imaginesbymonika]

From the dining table | Masterlist

Pairing: Damon Albarn × Gallagher! Reader

Plot: Everyone's favorite topic during the '90s and 'OOs; Y/N Gallagher. The mysterious and beautiful younger sister of the two loud brothers rarely spoke during interviews but played the guitar like no one else. And even though she never said a word about her dating-life, the list of her rumored boyfriends kept growing longer with each passing year. Yet, there was one name in particular that just kept on popping up...

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[starssaroundmyscarssblog]

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 (part one)

pairing: 90s!damon albarn x fem!oc

summary: in which she lives in a very big house in the country, and he can't get enough

word count: 2.95k

warnings: clay (and real) pigeon shooting, mentions of game hunting, mentions of sex

maeve hadn't expected the living room to resemble a large 'escape the rat race' board when she entered, searching for the long coat she was sure she'd left over the back of a sofa (that had been banished to a far corner) the previous night. tiptoeing over the straw that littered colourful squares, she searched high and low for said coat trying to ignore her brother yelling at her to hurry up from the kitchen.

finally, after squatting down in a corner and groping around under the sofas until her fingers brushed the heavy material, maeve stood up and tucked it under her arm. a whistle from the door frame caught her attention and she was ready to tell her brother to do one, but she caught herself. damon was stood in the doorway with one hand above his head- it looked like he was trying to hold himself up from the doorframe whilst balancing a tray with two cups of tea on the other hand.

maeve hopped over the props that had materialised during her search and took a mug gratefully, taking a long sip as they walked down the corridor. "all set up, then?" she asked, stopping en route to collect a dark green smock hooked over a peg by the pantry as the fog of the morning hadn't lifted over the fields.

"yeah, we should be done by four if the boys turn up on time." damon looked at his watch, "which hopefully shouldn't be too far from now." the pair entered the kitchen, a room with a cold stone floor and even colder stone tiling, greeting george (maeve's brother) and her father who were stood by the back door and ready to go.

maeve ditched her half empty mug in the ceramic sink, and jammed her heavily socked feet into the wellies she'd upturned from the rack. george was hopping about on the spot, restless. "hurry up, maeve, i want to go!" he was younger by a few years and stroppy when he didn't get his own way. she sighed through her nose. "oh, tell him dad!"

mr archibald clapped him on the shoulder and lead him out of the door as he said, "we'll be going in a few minutes, george, maeve can't help that her coat went missing. we'll be away before the filming starts-" at this damon called out his thanks with his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, "-and we'll be back when they've finished and cleared up. okay?" looking out of the window, maeve could see her brother nod reluctantly.

"if you need anything, mum's only down the road visiting nan. don't let anyone on the third floor, george might kill you if he finds out someone's gone into his room, and i hope everything goes smoothly." with one swift movement, maeve zipped her smock up to her chin and kissed damon goodbye on the cheek.

he returned the gesture wholeheartedly and opened the back door even though she was perfectly capable of doing it herself. "thanks again for letting me stay over last night, and for letting us use the house. bloody nightmare trying to find one once people found out what we needed it for."

there was a scattering of wet paws spreading mud over the flagstones and all of a sudden two springer spaniels were panting heavily and clawing at damon's shirt. maeve slapped her thigh to get the dog's attention, glaring at them as she pointed for them to trail back out of the door. "poppy, ollie, out now." with their tails between their legs they trotted out of the kitchen.

"sorry about them, they just get excitable. they haven't been out with us for a few weeks. you can put your shirt in the washing machine if you want."

"oi, maeve, are you coming or we're leaving without you!" george bellowed from the bastle house, impatience rising with his temper. maeve sighed, grabbed damon by the cheeks and kissed him hard right infront of the kitchen window just to wind george up. he pulled away, breathless but smiling brightly. "if that's what i get every time you're late, i'm going to have to hide your coats more often."

"i mean it!"

"love you." she said, shutting the door behind her as damon winked when the doorbell rung. if she was quick enough, maeve could get all of her things from the bastle house in enough time to miss the rest of the boys arriving.

underfoot the muddy puddles splashed with the force of her wellies meeting the ground, and maeve swung around the door as george was filling a box with spare pellets. maeve grabbed her shotgun from where it was hung over a hook and snatched up a box of ammunition to stuff in her shoulder bag. in her pocket was her gun license, should people come walking over the public footpaths and ask why she had a firearm.

maeve knew her hobby was unethical, but shooting birds and hunting game was something she enjoyed doing she was clay-disc shooting this morning and then rambling through the countryside her parents owned before driving back in the old land rover to meet damon for an exhibition at the tate that evening.

george snorted a laugh as he picked up a polaroid picture he'd found wedged under garden tools piled into a corner of the bastle. "i think damon dropped something last time you were in here," and handed it back to her while miming wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

"glad to see you've cheered up," she said before looking down at the picture. her cheeks flushed hideously, she remembered staring at the ceiling of her bedroom blissed out as damon hovered over her. before she could protest he'd snapped a picture of her, from the top of her tits all the way to her headboard laughing as if he'd said the funniest thing in the world.

she shoved it into her pocket to serve as a reminder to scold damon when she saw him again, running out of the bastle as she grabbed the car keys for the land rover and shoved all of her things onto the back seat before jumping into the drivers seat. she pulled out of the driveway as george pestered her to put the radio on and her father criticised her for changing gears too quickly when they drove past the rest of the band trundling up the road.

maeve lifted her hand off the steering wheel to wave at them quickly before turning onto a secluded country track to take them all the way down to the bottom fields. damon had asked them to keep the noise down, as he didn't want the takes to be messed up and he would get lost of he, the only one who had a decent idea of the land, was tasked with finding them.

george hopped out of the backseat with the dogs to open the gate, making 'forwards' and 'backwards' gestures with his hands as maeve attempted to park as best she could on the soggy mud. she locked the car after unloading her kit over her shoulders, and greeted tony and pete by shouting over the field at them. tony and pete's waved back as they continued polishing the clay disks with cloths worn down from generational use

"pull!" maeve's voice was loud as the wind carried her shout to tony, who reached into the cage on the table. she watched at the clay disk flew from his finger tips and into the sky, as it crested and she aimed just below as her finger rested in the trigger. with delicacy, she pushed the trigger down and dug her heels into the ground as the recoil shot through her arm and right to her lower back.

with a sharp crack the bullet left the barrel of the shotgun and propelled itself right into the middle of the clay disk, shattering it into pieces as poppy dashed forwards eagerly to retrieve the largest chunks. maeve waved away the smoke with her hand and returned to her dad, drawing a tally mark under where her name was written in chalk on the board. she was three- no, four, points now that he'd missed his shot, above george and wasn't a fan of his gloating.

she reached for the old china mug she'd left on the small wooden table they'd se up and took a sip of her tea, enjoying the warmth that seeped through her fingertips and to her wrists. maeve looked at her watch, ten to two and quite a while until george would be able to go into the house without seeing any of the band members. he didn't like them, she knew that, but she wished he wouldn't play oasis whenever damon was over. damon said he didn't mind, "really, i don't care. it doesn't bother me, love," but george did it anyway.

pete jumped over the gate and splashed wet mud all up his gaiters as he dropped a covered basket by his feet. ollie pushed himself through the gaps in the wooden fence and started to sniff around the basket, nudging it open with his nose and dragging out a limp pigeon in his sharp teeth.

george hollered and whooped, throwing a bird that regained use of its wings when it was set into the air and aiming at it. he was about to shoot when maeve beat him to it, the shot echoed around the field as the pigeon fell to the floor and poppy retrieved it for the pile of broken clay. he glared at her, yelled "pull!" before pete had a chance to drag to pigeons over to the clay disks, gesturing with the barrel of his shotgun at tony to hurry up and get on with it.

tony wrestled with the bird and flung it skywards, across to the corner of the field and george took aim before the crest and shot the bird out of the sky. in his excitement he fell backwards with the recoil and insisted, because he said so, that they go stalking through the forest for game.

their dad said no. maeve set the birds into the sky one by one and there was a free-for-all, with shouts of 'the one on the left is mine' or 'i've got the one on the right' ringing with gunshots and clicks of barrel reloading. poppy and ollie were springing about with pigeons stuffed in their mouth, dropping them infront of tony and pete who patted their sides and fed them treats for their hard work.

then maeve grabbed george, the dog's leads and the animals that she clipped them to, and they walked off into the woods with eyes peeled and ears alert. they were silent, leaves crunching and branches snapping underfoot as they tried to listen for rustling bushes or movements in the bracken. george locked onto what he thought was a rabbit but was just a clump of fluff caught on a bramble, and maeve missed a fox that came streaking past while she was untangling the strap of her shotgun from her hair.

they continued, circling the edge of the woods with only the dogs for company, until maeve realised they'd come all the way back round to the field where their dad was pulling clay for tony and pete was nursing a coffee maeve suspected he'd made irish with a dash of baileys from the hip-flask she'd bought him for his birthday.

all of a sudden, as they were trekking through the marshy ground, the heavens opened with a clap of thunder and flash of lighting. martin (their dad) had disassembled the trestle table in a flash and had chucked it into the trailer of pete and tony's car for them to take back to the house, had tipped pete's drink back his throat for him while he was disposing of the dead game, and loaded maeve and george's guns into the boot in the blink of an eye.

maeve settled into the front seat in her still dripping smock, martin hadn't let her take it off as the track to the country road flooded quicker than anything and they had to get back to the house before they were stranded until the rain stopped. "what's the point in having a land rover," george leant over the middle seats to turn the radio on, "if we can't use it to get through flooded roads?"

as maeve flicked the indicator and checked for the absent oncoming traffic, she said, "because last time it happened you were driving and you got us stuck. we had to call a rescue service who couldn't find us, and we missed the rehearsal dinner for cousin sophie's wedding."

"but sophie's a bitch. i'm glad we weren't there."

"i was the maid of honour!" maeve shouted as she turned onto the driveway and drove all the way around the back of the house to the bastle. damon and graham were outside smoking, leaning against the dry part of the wall protected by the porch overhang. she didn't see them as she left the car and hooked her shotgun over her shoulder.

graham whistled. "your arse looks great in those trousers, maeve," he called out with a final drag as damon pulled the cigarette from his mouth and stubbed it out against the wall. maeve smiled and disappeared around the bastle, hanging up her shotgun and putting back the box of bullets she's brought but hadn't needed to use. she hung out her smock to dry and wiped away some mud that had caked around her nose using the specked mirror on the wall.

maeve walked back round to the backdoor and held onto damon's arm as she kicked off her wellies and stood them upside down on the rack under the shelter of the porch. the thick socks on her feet padded over the flagstones of the kitchen and maeve nearly barged into alex, who'd appeared with a pitcher of water in one hand and a plate empty save from crumbs in the other, on her way down the hall and up the stairs.

the grandfather clock at the top of the staircase in the entrance hall chimed loudly five times, and right on cue the camera crews shook hands with martin and thanked him for letting them use the house before trooping out of the front door and into the vans waiting for them in the front drive.

damon sighed. "sorry we ran over time, i bet george was a pain in the arse."

"as per," she led him up the stairs and unlocked her bedroom door, letting the two of them in as damon flicked on the light, "but we lost track of the time anyway. managed to get out into the woods as well, but the rain cut us off after one loop." maeve cringed as she pulled her thick socks off and discarded them in the pile of her clothes that had gathered at the foot of her large bed, her bare feet making cold contact with the floor sent a shiver shooting up through her.

maeve slipped into her en suite and started the shower, revelling in the water that warmed her bones pleasantly - she hadn't realised she was that cold. standing under the hot water of the shower stream felt like bliss, though she was in and out in a few minutes after scrubbing her aloe vera body wash roughly against her skin. she rubbed moisturiser over the cracked skin of her nose whilst gently moving the excess down over her cheeks and to her collar bones, where a bruised colour mark was beginning to bloom under her pale skin.

damon was lying still at the foot of her bed when maeve emerged from the bathroom, playing with a rubix cube that had been unfinished since 1986 in his long fingers. she sat down at her vanity and the heavy chair legs scraping across the floor disturbed him from the quiet, instead turning to prop himself up on his elbows as he watched maeve run a brush through her hair. "so everything went well, then?" she asked, pulling a light brown eyeliner pencil through her lashline.

"yeah, all good. there might be straw under some of the sofas though, but we tried to get rid of as much as possible." he fiddled with something on his wrist, "sorry."

"don't worry about that, there's always mud caked onto the floor somewhere so we'll get round to clearing it away soon."

as maeve pulled on her tights and buttoned up her fitted shirt, she lifted up a delicate gold necklace. "would you?" she asked, turning to stand infront of the mirror to check her skirt when damon's hands slid over her shoulders and moved her hair away gently. the ribbon of the velvet bow in her hair tickled his nose as damon dipped lower and pushed a series of feather kisses to the back of her neck, clasping the necklace under the collar with a nip on the shell of maeve's ear.

her cheeks flushed as she pushed his face away, dragging her nails over the column of his neck before reaching around him for her chunky brown cardigan. maeve grabbed her bag and damon's hand, dragging him down the stairs and through the entrance hall, snatching her car keys from the trinket dish by the front door. she shouted 'bye, don't wait up', over her shoulder as damon wrapped his arms around her waist and bundled her over to her vintage mercedes parked on the gravel driveway

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[elisezone]

dating liam gallagher <3

• Imagine meeting him at a pub, late night, somewhere in central london. You dont particulary care for the drinks, youre just there because your friends are.

• Imediatly you catch his eye, he's never seen someone quite like you. Your enegry is different, glowing.

• You get talking, about whatever painfully avarage football match is playing over the bar, or whatever was on top of the pops last night. You have so much in common, yet youre such different people.

• He doesnt act the way he does in the tabloids, not around you. His usual rude, loud sassy demeanour is dropped instantly. He acctually listens to you. He doesnt interupt, or disagree, he just sits there on the stall, laughing and nodding his head and any drunken joke you make.

• He would ask for your number, ripping off part of a cigarette package and asking the bar tender for a pen, hastily writing it down.

• He orders your last drink, and kisses you goodnight as you leave.

• The next morning, he calls.

• You could talk for hours, conversation so natural between you. As if you have been friends for life. He asks how you slept, how your morning is, whats for breakfast.

• He finnishes the hour long call with a request of a lunch date.

[hysterikan]

Good morning (Damon Albarn x Reader)

I've had this in my drafts for AGES and I finally decided to clean it up (and against my better knowledge post it lol) I apologize for any spelling and/or grammatical errors as english isn't my first language and it hasn't been beta-read by anyone. Anyways, I hope you will enjoy and if you did it would make my day if you leave a comment or reblog it! I also uploaded it to my AO3 here

Summary: Reader has a wet dream about Alex and somehow her boyfriend Damon finds out, but doesn't seem to be as upset as she thought he would be. As a matter in fact he might even like it

Wordcount: 3,277

Warnings: SMUT

She felt his teeth drag along her collarbone, making her shudder and then suddenly the sharp pain of his bite, making each nerve ending in her body crackle like a little firework. 

Letting out a sound halfway between a squeal and giggle, she grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging on it harshly. 

 He groaned and looked up from her chest, his brown eyes glazed over. He had covered her breasts in dark purple hickies and red teeth marks, nipping and biting every centimeter of skin.

“Alex.” She whispered softly, slowly grinding on him where she sat in his lap. Both of them gasped at the movement, his cock twitched inside of her and he gripped her hips hard.

He reached up to take her jaw in his hand, thumb dragging over her lip as her eyes fluttered shut and mouth fell open. 

She could feel how his thighs tensed up under her and she knew with a little more teasing he would let her have her way. 

“Alex,” She moaned again, opening her eyes as his name fell from her swollen lips and looking directly into his. His mouth twitched before he kissed her, harsh and nibbling with sharp teeth.

Carefully he leaned her back, getting on top of her while still kissing her. There was both gentleness and a feverish need in his movements. 

They both shuddered, and she moaned when she felt his chest pressing against hers and how his hair brushed over her shoulder as he leaned in to kiss her neck. She wrapped her legs around him, never wanting to let go when she felt him sink deeper inside her. 

With slow thrusts and featherlight kisses he teased her, coaxing out whiny moans from her. Alex chuckled breathlessly when she mewled, clawing at his back and she reached down to his ass, trying to push him further into her. 

He got the hint, he just wanted to hear her say it.

“Tell me what you want.” He whispered. His voice low and gravely in her ear, making her skin prickle and her walls throb around him.

“I want you-, I want you to fuck me.” She answered in breathy moans, catching his lips in a slow sloppy kiss. 

He obliged, slowly picking up speed in his thrusts. 

Her hands found their way into his hair, tugging on it relentlessly, knowing it would drive him mad. 

And it did. 

He pinned down her hands, making her let out anexhilarated giggle and he couldn’t hold back his own smile. 

Her smile soon faded into a little o-shape as he started thrusting his hips harder and harder, drawing a loud gasp out of her with each thrust.

She felt dizzy from the pleasure, she didn’t know where he started and she ended, all she knew was him in her and his voice as he moaned her name, his sweat covered body that pressed against hers and the safe pressure of his hands on her wrists.

“Alex, ‘m gonna- ” She cried out, clenching her thighs and writhing, her entire body aching to cum.

 To cum for him. To cum on him.

“Bloody hell.” he whined, feeling her clench around him and hearing her needy cries brought him closer to his own release. 

The orgasm washed over her without a warning and for a split second her mind went blank, the only thing that existed were her and Alex. 

With soblike moans she clawed at his back, her legs quivering around his waist as she came. Her back arched up, meeting Alex's hips as he came closer and closer to his own release, and he bit back a loud groan when she clenched hard around him. 

Alex's breath was ragged as he saw her, still shuddering and moaning. With a last hard thrust that made her whimper, still high on her orgasm, his brow furrowed and his body rippled as he came, whimpering her name.

It took her a second to realize where she was, with Alexs' loud moans still ringing in her mind. She was in her bedroom, with Damon next to her in their bed. 

The sunlight that filtered in through the blinds made little golden lines over his naked back that rose and fell with his steady breathing.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, almost hearing her heartbeat in her ears. Slowly she reached a hand down, and gasped. Her underwear was soaked through, the wetness even staining the inside of her thighs.

Drawing another shuddering breath she realized she must’ve had an orgasm in her sleep. 

With burning cheeks she came to another conclusion, that in the dream she had been cumming on her boyfriend's best mate's cock. 

She pulled her hand up and feeling a wave of shame wash over her, she closed her eyes. 

It had felt so real, and she could still hear Alex's moans and teasing whispers as he thrusted into her. His lips, searing kisses on her skin, his hands-

A sudden movement next to her made her open her eyes to see Damon sleepily pull the covers closer around him. 

His hair was messy, with his mouth and cheeks flushed from sleep and it made her heart tremble. 

She reached out a hand, softly stroking it over his cheek, making him stirr and eyes flutter open. 

“Good morning” She whispered and smiled softly when he groaned low, closing his eyes to shield them from the light that sneaked past the blinds.

Damon hummed, eyes still closed as he reached out for her and she chuckled as she crawled into his embrace, nuzzling her face against his neck. 

“Did you sleep well?” He murmured as he stroked her hair. His voice was low and hoarse from sleep, making her heart jump. It was ridiculously sexy. 

“Yeah” She mumbled into the crook of his neck and closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of him. His scent with a little left of yesterday's eau de cologne sent a warm current through her body, down between her thighs. 

 Damon drew circles with his fingertips over her back, nuzzling his nose against her hairline and inhaled. 

“You talk in your sleep, did you know that?” He murmured and her eyes snapped open.

“Oh?” Was all she could muster, voice faint.

“You said Alex’s name.” 

It felt as if her heart stopped and she felt her lungs tightening up with shame.

 She looked up at him, and could see a slight smirk on his face. 

“What?” 

“You said Alex.” He repeated, stroking her cheek, his fingertips following her jaw down to her lips.

“Did I?” She felt her cheeks flush and Damon raised an eyebrow, still smiling. 

“Yeah,” His thumb rubbed her lower lip as he licked his own, making her stomach summersault.

“Did you dream of him?”

She swallowed, looked away and felt the blush on her cheeks betray her. 

“I don't really know. I don’t remember much.” She looked at Damon again as he kept stroking her cheek. He leaned down, their lips brushing against each others as he whispered;

“You know, I heard you moan, love. You moaned his name.” 

Her breath hitched in shock but Damon caught her little gasp in a kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth and before she knew it she gripped his bicep, biting and nibbling on his lower lip. 

 She could feel his hard on pressing against her stomach and how his heart pounded in his chest, almost forcing hers to beat in the same rhythm. The warm tingling feeling from her dream washed over her again, and she could feel her entire ache and long for his touch. 

Damon pulled away too soon, his cheeks flushed and his breath ragged as he tried to compose himself. He stroked back a stray strand of hair from her face as he cleared his throat, smiling:

“Now my love, tell me about your dream.” 

She bit her lip, a stern tone in his voice that she had never heard before, and it made her heart flutter and press her thighs together.

“Well, we were kissing.” She whispered, remembering Alex’s panting breath as he kissed her. 

Damon licked his lips as he leaned in, ghosting his lips above hers.

 “Yeah?” His breath tickled over her cheek and it sent shivers down her spine.

 “And he kissed my neck.” She moaned. 

 “How did it feel?” 

 “It felt good.” 

His breath hitched, and she could feel how his cock throbbed against her, making her gasp.

 “And then what?” 

 “He...” She blushed furiously, biting her lip and he couldn't tell if she was just playing innocent or if she was actually a bit embarrassed to say the words out loud. 

 Damon's breath hitched again, his pupils dilated and his heart pounding. He couldn’t understand why, but her dream turned him on so much. It sent a sting of jealousy through him, yes, but it was outweighed by the forbidden and intoxicicating thought of one of his best mates shagging his girlfriend. 

 “You shagged him?” He whispered barely audible, his lips brushing over the shell of her ear. The hot breath made her skin prickle and she felt her nipples harden under the shirt she wore to bed.

 “Yes.” She whined, closing her eyes as he pulled up said shirt, and softly stroked his hand down her stomach.

 “Did you like it?” His voice was low, and she could only moan yes as his fingers passed the lining of her underwear. His teasing, the embarrassment and excitement of him knowing about the dream, the dream itself, it was all making her clit throb.

 “You liked having Alex inside you, didn’t you? You liked fucking him, didn’t you, love?” 

As he almost hissed out that last question his hand dipped down between her folds. 

He gasped when he felt that she was soaked and she bit back a yelp, the light pressure of his hand enough to send crackling electric currents throughout her body.

 “Damon.” She whined, feeling his arms wrap around her and the way he pressed her against him made her shudder. He leaned in to kiss her, his kisses almost bruising and sloppier than before, little moans and pants escaping as she tugged at her shirt. 

He pulled down her undies, throwing them across the room which earned a giggle from her as they landed on the table lamp on the desk.

 “Get these off!” She groaned and tugged on his boxers, her mouth watering when she saw his cock twitch through the fabric. God he was so hard. 

“As you wish,” He smirked and pulled them down. A low smacking sound as his heavy hard on hit his abdomen made her bite her lip in anticipation. For a few seconds all she could do was stare at him where he laid, naked and on display for her. 

 “Stop staring.” He groaned, a faint blush dusting his cheeks, and she giggled, crawling up to him and he immediately pulled her close to him, his lips crashing onto hers.

She moaned into his mouth, nipping at his lower lip with her teeth as she felt his hand stroke down her naked body, pushing her onto his back.

“Did he make you this wet?” he murmured against her lips, as his fingers trailed down between her legs to lightly brush over her throbbing clit. 

 Between little breathy moans she managed to get out;

 “No, it’s you.” 

He lightly pressed his finger against her clit again, making her quiver. The ache was unbearable. 

 “I need you in me.” She begged and looked up at him with hazy eyes.

 He looked at her, her lips swollen and glistening with saliva and if he hadn’t been so eager to be inside her, fucking her senseless until she forgot about that dream, and about Alex of all bloody people, he would’ve loved to see those lips around his cock. 

Slowly he pushed a finger into her, making her suck in a sharp breath he teased;

 “Like this?”

 She couldn’t form an answer, her mind went completely blank and without noticing she whimpered his name. He watched her flutter shut and then close completely when he pushed in another finger, wanting to hear her make that deliciously needy moan again.

Slowly pumped them in and out, looking at her as he did and felt his cock twitch as he saw her bite her lip in an attempt to suppress a loud moan.

His mouth brushed against the shell of her ear and sent tickling shivers through her. Just as she let out a shaky moan he pulled out his fingers, making her whine at the loss of contact and she was just about to loudly complain when he pressed them to her clit instead, rubbing firm but slow circles. 

 “Oh God” she clutched her hand behind his neck, feeling his hot breath on her face as he laughed softly. He nibbled on her lip and chin as he continued to rub harder and faster. 

The room was filled with sounds of his kisses, her wetness, their heavy breathing and her loud sob like moans. 

She rocked her hips against his fingers, her moans getting louder and needier and god she was so close that she clawed his neck, she could feel herself tense up, cunt aching for the release. A mental image of Alex on top of her, deep in her as he groaned flashed by, but then her eyes fluttered open as Damon moaned when she squelched over his fingers. 

She was millimeters from the edge when he suddenly stopped. With cheeks flushed and breath stuck in her throat she almost screamed:

 “Wh-, what the fuck Damon, why did you stop?”

God she was so beautiful like this. Animalistic almost and completely unhinged.

 “Do you want me to continue?”

 “Yes!”  

He tapped his finger against her clit again and smiled when she threw her head back and moaned.

 “Ask for it.” He whispered and that alone was almost enough to make her cum.

 “Please Damon, please, let me cum.”

Almost instantly he resumed rubbing her clit, making her back arch and she cried out his name over and over, so close that she forgot every other word. All she could think of was him, him, him.

 “Damon!”

Her cries and moans made his breath hitch as he saw how she came undone for him and he groaned between clenched teeth;

 “Cum for me.” And she did.

With a moan that was almost a scream she fell apart and became a blabbering, whimpering mess in his hands. She sobbed his name, head spinning and heart pounding so loud in her ears she could barely hear him whispering her name 

He stroked slowly but firmly over her clit until she pushed his hand away, her voice quivering as she let out a broken whisper;

“I can’t-, I can’t do another.” Making him chuckle and through her foggy brain she could muster a weak smile.

Damon looked at her where she lay with her tendrils of hair clinging to her forehead, a slight sheen of sweat covering her chest and her cheeks blossoming with a deep crimson blush.

“Was that good?”

She chuckled, still not sure how to get back to breathing normally and smiled;

“Do you really have to ask?”

Leaning in until their lips brushed and his breath tickled he teased;

“I just wanted to hear you say it.” before licking her lips and kissing her. 

She felt his cock twitch against her thigh and suddenly the flame she thought had been doused started flickering. Acting on instinct she bit his lower lip, hard, making him gasp and she wondered if maybe she had been too harsh when he pulled away, his eyes huge but then a smirk formed on his perfect lips.

Rising on shaky elbows she laughed as she said;

“Don’t you wanna finish?” tilting her head to her side.

“Looks like you might need it.” She nodded towards his cock, dripping precum, red and swollen. The warm pooling in her stomach threatened to scorch her when he raised a brow, stroking himself and inching closer to her.

“You think so?” 

Biting her lip she nodded, opening her trembling legs and looking him up and down. He pulled her down to him, making her gasp as she fell on her back and then giggled at his sudden roughness. He looked at her, his pupils blown out and his chest falling and rising as he gripped her thigh hard.

Slapping the head of his cock against her clit he hissed and she bit back a whimper, feeling herself tremble in his grasp. She was a bit sore from her earlier orgasm but it didn’t matter as he slowly pushed into her, both of them gasping.

“Fuuuck” He groaned, feeling her clench around him and she shuddered at the slight over stimulation.

“You okay?” He panted and stroked her hips, pulling her down onto him slowly.

“Uh-huh.” She hummed before adding; “Please.”

Her quivering voice, dripping with lust and pleading eyes made him snap. There was nothing he wanted as much as making her scream his name again, begging and moaning, only this time she would be dripping all over him.

He moaned, wrapping his arm under her hips and hoisting her up so that he could thrust into her at whatever pace he pleased.

“Please.” She whispered again, her hands on his back, clawing.

Damon's hips snapped up, the pace he set was hard and unforgiving and with each thrust she whimpered loudly. 

He couldn’t think of anything else but how her body moved with his, the sweat covering them both, her whining and moaning and how much he loved her.

“Oh fuckin’ hell, you feel so good, fuck” He moaned, leaning in to kiss her. It was a sloppy kiss, their lips barely touching as he sped up his thrusts. 

She reached up, carding her fingers through his flaxen of hair and tugging on it slightly, making him moan and bend his neck back. Knowing he couldn’t hold it for long he closed his eyes and focused on her gasping breaths, the smell of sex, the wet slapping noises and the burning sensation in his stomach. 

“Cum in me” She moaned, her breath hitching when Damon leaned his forehead against her shoulder, his breath tickling over her neck and she raked her nails down his back. 

His breaths got shorter and shorter, his thighs tensing up, the warm coil in his abdomen burning, and when she locked her legs on his lower back, pushing him deeper in, he came. His mind went blank as he thrust into her, making the orgasm last as long as possible and she kissed his ear, nibbling at it and whispering: 

“I love you” over and over. 

With a moan and a string of profanities he relaxed, shuddering and with heavy breaths.

She stroked his back, trying to slow down her racing heart and erratic breathing. She didn’t know how long he laid there, nuzzling his face to her neck as his breathing slowly became normal again, but she enjoyed every second of it.

Carefully he pushed himself up on his elbows, smiling slightly and running a hand through her messy hair.

“Well, good morning to you too.” She said and smiled up at him, stroking his arm softly.

“Good morning indeed. Wanna join me in the shower?”

“Yes please.” 

He leaned in to kiss her, muttering, “I love you” which made her heart jump. Before pulling away completely he added with a cheeky grin:

“So for the next round I’ll call in Alex?”

“Damon!”

[biblical-chronicles]

Getaway

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where an insecure reader finds reassurance from Liam during a beach holiday, showing her she has nothing to worry about

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The soft hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound in the bedroom as you stared at the open suitcase on the bed. Bikinis, skirts, and sundresses spilled out in an explosion of color. You should’ve been on the beach already, toes in the sand and the sun on your face, but instead, you stood frozen, staring at the light blue bikini in your hand as if it were some sort of weapon.

You knew this was ridiculous. Liam had been your partner for long enough to see you at your best and your worst—fresh out of bed with pillow creases on your cheek, stuffing your face with chips while yelling at the telly, drenched from a sudden downpour, and laughing about it afterward. But somehow, this felt different. Vulnerable.

The bikini wasn’t even that scandalous, just enough to show a little more cleavage than usual and highlight your figure. Still, your brain wouldn’t stop spinning with thoughts. What if he thought it looked stupid? You groaned, running a hand through your hair and shaking your head. Get a grip, for God’s sake, you told yourself.

From outside, you could faintly hear Liam’s voice drifting in, mingled with the soothing crash of the waves. He’d already gone out to the beach like you’d told him to, giving you a little extra time to get ready. That man deserved this holiday more than anyone. He’d been run ragged lately, between gigs, interviews, and the constant chaos of being Liam Gallagher. You practically had to shove him into agreeing to a week away, swearing up and down that the world wouldn’t stop spinning just because he took a break.

“Right, love,” he’d said, half-grinning but clearly reluctant. “But if I get papped drinkin’ cocktails with umbrellas in ’em, it’s on you.”

You’d laughed then, but now, standing in front of the mirror, it felt less funny.

With a deep breath, you tossed the bikini onto the bed and grabbed a lightweight, loose-fitting dress to throw over it. The light blue fabric peeked out from underneath the dress, and you decided it was good enough. This wasn’t a fashion show—it was a bloody beach, for crying out loud.

Sliding your sandals on, you opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the deck. Warm, salty air hit you immediately, brushing against your skin and carrying the distant sound of seagulls. Your nerves started to settle as you took in the view—clear blue skies, the endless stretch of turquoise water, and Liam himself sitting on a lounge chair with a beer in hand, looking like he’d been dropped straight out of some magazine spread.

His hair, now a little greyer at the temples, ruffled in the breeze as he leaned back, his sunglasses hiding his eyes but not the relaxed tilt of his mouth. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt and swim shorts, his legs stretched out like he owned the place. A part of you wondered how the hell he managed to look so effortlessly good while you’d just had a full-on internal meltdown over a bikini.

You took a step down from the deck onto the soft, warm sand, your toes sinking into it with each step. As you made your way closer, the nerves started to creep back in. you tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and adjusted the strap of the dress, pausing for a moment to steady yourself. Then, with a soft smile playing on your lips, you continued down toward him.

As you approached, Liam tilted his head, the corner of his mouth tugging into that familiar, cheeky grin. “Took your time, didn’t ya?” he called out, his tone warm and teasing. “Thought I was gonna have to send a search party.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto your lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, Liam,” you shot back, tone dripping with sarcasm. “Didn’t realise you were on such a tight schedule for sittin’ on your arse.”

He chuckled, raising his beer in a mock toast. “Touché, love.” His eyes swept over you, lingering on the loose dress covering your swimsuit. “But what’s all this, then? Thought we were meant to be catchin’ some sun, not attendin’ a bloody garden party.”

You glanced down at the dress, self-consciousness pricking at the edges of your mind again. “Maybe I just didn’t want to burn to a crisp,” you retorted, brushing past him to sit on the lounger next to his.

“Sure, sure,” he said, smirking as he leaned back and folded his arms behind his head. “Bet it’s got nowt to do with you bein’ a little shy, eh?”

You shot him a look, trying to keep your composure. “You’ve got a lot to say for someone who looks like a pasty noodle in the winter.”

Liam barked out a laugh, the sound carefree and infectious. “Alright, fair play,” he said, sitting up and setting his beer down in the sand. “Come on, let’s hit the water.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it off in one swift motion. You knew it was coming—he wasn’t exactly shy—but that didn’t stop your breath from hitching when his torso came into view. His skin was kissed by the sun, arm muscles defined but not overly so, and there was something about the ease with which he carried himself that made it hard to look away.

He caught you staring, of course he did, and his smirk grew impossibly wider. “Take a picture, love, it’ll last longer,” he said, tossing his shirt onto the lounger.

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Flatter meself?” He laughed as he stood, stretching lazily. “You’ve been ogling me for at least thirty seconds. Can’t blame ya, though. This,” he gestured to himself, “is a work of art.”

“More like abstract art,” you muttered under your breath, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

He caught that too, his grin turning downright mischievous. “Tell ya what, you can ravish me later. But first, the water.”

He started making his way toward the shoreline, his footsteps leaving imprints in the sand. But when he glanced back, he noticed you still standing by the lounger, fiddling with the hem of your dress. His teasing faded, replaced by genuine curiosity. “Oi, what’s up?” he asked, coming back toward you. “You alright?”

You hesitated, chewing your bottom lip. “It’s stupid,” you said finally, avoiding his gaze.

His brows furrowed as he stepped closer. “You don’t do stupid, love. What’s goin’ on?”

With a sigh, you forced yourself to meet his eyes. “I just... I feel weird,” you admitted, your voice quiet. “This—” you gestured vaguely to your chest, “it’s all out there, and I don’t know. I feel... exposed. Silly, isn’t it?”

Liam’s expression softened, the teasing replaced by something far more tender. He closed the gap between you and pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you securely. “Nah, it’s not silly,” he murmured into your hair. “Everyone’s got summat that makes ’em feel a bit off. Nothin’ wrong with that.”

You buried your face in his chest, the tension in your shoulders easing at his words. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I know I’m being ridiculous.”

“Don’t be daft,” he said, pulling back just enough to look at you. “You’ve got nowt to be sorry for. But for what it’s worth...” His hands slid down to your waist as he looked you up and down. “You’ve got absolutely nothin’ to be worried about. Promise.”

Before you could protest, he reached for the hem of your dress. “Right, let’s get this off,” he said, lifting it over your head with surprising ease.

“Liam!” you yelped, your hands instinctively flying to your chest as the cool air hit your skin.

He stepped back, holding the dress up triumphantly like he’d just scored a goal. “Now that’s more like it,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Don’t see owt to be ashamed of here, do you?”

He stepped closer again, his grin turning playful as he leaned down and buried his face in your cleavage for the briefest of moments. “Bloody perfect, if you ask me,” he said, his words muffled against your skin.

“Liam!” you exclaimed, your face going crimson as you pushed his head back up. “Behave!”

“Can't when you're around” he quipped, winking at you.

Before you could respond, Liam leaned in and kissed you. His lips crashed against yours with an urgency that made your breath hitch. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss almost instantly, and you could feel the faint scratch of stubble against your skin. His hands were firm on your waist, pulling you flush against him as though he couldn’t bear even a whisper of distance between you.

The kiss grew hungrier, his lips parting as his tongue slid against your bottom lip. You opened for him without hesitation, and he wasted no time, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. It was warm, wet, and a little messy, but in the best way—like he couldn’t get enough of you.

You let out a soft sound, something between a sigh and a moan, and he responded with a low growl that you felt more than heard. His hands slid up your back, fingers splayed wide as though he was trying to touch as much of you as possible. He tilted your head back slightly, changing the angle of the kiss, and his tongue dipped into your mouth again, stroking against yours with just the right amount of pressure.

The taste of him was intoxicating, and you found yourself gripping his shoulders for balance. Your fingers curled into the warm, tanned skin, and he groaned against your lips. “God, you’re bloody irresistible,” he murmured, his voice rough and low, his words punctuated by another heated kiss.

You couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly. “Says the one making all the noise,” you teased, though your voice came out shaky, your body already flushed with heat.

“Can’t help it, can I?” he said, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth before trailing along your jaw. “You’re drivin’ me mad, love. Been waitin’ for this... to have more time with you...”

His words sent a jolt of warmth through your chest, and before you could overthink it, you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him back for another kiss. This one was deeper, slower, his lips dragging against yours with a deliberate, aching sensuality that left you dizzy.

Somehow, you found yourself backing toward the lounger, and Liam followed without breaking the kiss. His hands stayed on your waist, guiding you gently but insistently until your legs hit the edge of the chair. You sat down, pulling him with you, and he didn’t hesitate to follow, kneeling between your legs.

The kiss deepened almost immediately, his mouth moving against yours with a hunger that sent heat pooling low in your belly. His tongue slid against yours, slow and deliberate, coaxing and teasing in a way that made your breath hitch. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, and you felt the heat of him through the thin fabric of your bikini.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and he let out a low groan that vibrated against your lips. It was messy in the best way, your mouths moving together in a rhythm that was all-consuming. Every time his tongue brushed against yours, it sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t stop the soft sounds escaping you.

Liam pulled back just enough to change the angle, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. His breath was warm against your skin, mingling with your own in the small space between you. He tilted his head again, diving back in with a renewed fervor, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both demanding and tender.

When he finally pulled away, both of you were panting, your breaths mingling as you tried to steady yourselves. His eyes were dark and heavy-lidded, his lips shiny and swollen from the intensity of the kiss.

It was only then that you noticed the thin strand of spit connecting your mouths, glistening in the sunlight for a brief moment before it broke. Liam’s gaze flicked down to it, and he smirked, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

“Christ,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, “look at us. Proper filthy, aren’t we?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you, though your cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. “Guess that’s your fault, isn’t it?” you shot back, your voice breathless.

He grinned, that trademark cheeky expression spreading across his face as he leaned in again, his forehead resting against yours. “You love it,” he whispered, his tone playful but his eyes filled with something deeper.

Liam’s grin shifted into something softer, though the glint in his eyes betrayed a mischievous intent. His hands, still firm on your waist, shifted slightly, fingers brushing against your skin as he leaned closer. His lips found your jaw first, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses along the curve, his breath hot and uneven against your skin.

“Reckon I should leave my mark on ya,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with a teasing edge.

Before you could respond, his mouth moved down to your neck, finding that perfect spot just below your ear that made you shiver. His lips were soft but insistent, dragging across your skin with a maddening slowness. When his tongue darted out to wet the spot, a sharp gasp escaped your lips.

“Ah, there it is,” Liam muttered, the words rumbling against your skin. He began sucking lightly at first, his lips sealing against your neck with a wet sound that sent a wave of heat coursing through you. The suction grew stronger, and you couldn’t stop the soft whimper that slipped from your throat.

The sound only seemed to spur him on. His hands slid up your sides, holding you steady as his mouth worked on your neck with single-minded determination. His teeth grazed your skin occasionally, just enough to make you squirm, and his tongue soothed the sting immediately after.

“Liam,” you gasped, your voice shaky, your hands clutching his shoulders as your head tilted to give him better access.

“Louder, love,” he murmured against your neck before sucking harder, a wet, drawn-out sound that had you moaning despite yourself. He pulled back briefly to admire his handiwork, his lips glistening and his grin triumphant.

“Perfect,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Now everyone’ll know who you belong to.”

“Oh, is that right?” you shot back, your tone a mix of breathless and defiant. Without giving him time to respond, you shifted, now being the one on top, wasting no time to press your lips to the crook of his neck.

Liam froze for a moment, caught off guard, before letting out a low chuckle. “Oi, what’re you up to?”

“Returning the favour,” you murmured against his skin, feeling the vibrations of his laugh.

You found a spot just below his jaw that felt like it was made for this, and you started with soft kisses, your lips brushing against his skin in a way that made him shudder. Then, you let your teeth graze the spot lightly before sealing your mouth against it and sucking gently.

Liam’s reaction was immediate—a sharp inhale followed by a low, guttural groan that sent a thrill through you.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, his voice strained as his hands gripped your waist tighter.

Encouraged, you continued, your tongue flicking against his skin before sucking harder. His breathing grew uneven, and the occasional curse slipped past his lips as you worked on leaving your own mark.

“Jesus Christ,” he finally gasped, his hands sliding up your back as if he needed to anchor himself. “You’re killin’ me here, love.”

As you shifted slightly on his lap, your chest brushed against him—specifically against his bare nipple. The soft material of your bikini top grazed over the sensitive skin, and Liam’s reaction was instantaneous. A low, almost desperate moan spilled from his lips, his head dropping back for a moment.

Your eyes flicked to his face, catching the flush spreading across his cheeks, and you couldn’t help the teasing grin that spread across your own. “Oh, okay,” you said, your tone light but laced with intrigue. “I see then”

Liam’s eyes snapped back to yours, wide and a little sheepish, though he didn’t have time to respond before you leaned down and pressed your lips to his chest.

His breath hitched as you kissed along his collarbone, then moved lower, your lips and tongue tracing a path over his skin. When you finally reached his nipple, you let your tongue flick over it lightly, testing his reaction.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hands gripping your waist almost painfully tight.

You didn’t stop there. Instead, you took it further, swirling your tongue around the sensitive peak before sucking gently. Liam let out a strangled noise, his head falling back against the lounger as his fingers dug into your hips.

“Christ, love,” he groaned, his voice wrecked. “Gonna be the death of me, you are.”

Smirking against his skin, you continued your ministrations, alternating between his nipples, licking and sucking, relishing the way his body responded beneath you. His breathing was ragged, his muscles tensing with every touch, and you could feel the way his heart was racing against your palms.

When you finally pulled back, a string of spit connected your lips to his skin. Liam glanced down at you, his pupils blown wide and his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Not bad, eh?” you teased, your voice playful but laced with satisfaction.

He let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable,” he said, his grin equal parts exasperated and enamored.

“Maybe,” you said, leaning back up to kiss him again, your hands sliding into his hair. “But you love it.”

“Too bloody right, I do,” he murmured against your lips, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened once more.

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mashed three requests together here, last one asked for a "steamy" make out session so I hope that this hits the definition of that for you love (and all you lot too)

love you all, let me know how you liked it xx

also, I love these beach pictures of Liam, no one will convince me that he does not look great with a bit of weight on him

[leaawrites]

Helloo, I could make a request about Liam, where the reader and he are part of the band (I don't know what instrument he would play, so you choose it) where they are the cliché of polar opposites (she really doesn't like the typical rock star life at all) but they still form a very good couple since they have known each other forever. That it's a bit problematic at first, but I then end up with something very romantic in the style of Liam:))

Midnight Rain

Liam Gallagher x bass-player!reader

Summary: in which, opposites attract and similarities pull them closer.

Warnings: cursing, fluff, angst,

I hope you like how it turned out!

Wordcount: 1.2k

Masterlist

If anyone would’ve asked him, what his ideal girl would be like, Liam would answer with the same thing for years. She should be like him: crazy, famous, wild. Someone people feel gravitated to the moment they see them. Someone people take notice of the moment they walk into the room. Someone people pay attention to. Though, every time she walked in somewhere, or stood on stage with her bass hanging from her body, the only person who couldn’t stop looking at her was him.

Liam fucking Gallagher.

The one guy she should’ve avoided for the ship of her peace to go smooth sailing, though when the boy had his eye set on something, he wouldn’t let it go so easily.

Having discovered the girl, along with her love for music and the bass, back in school, it gave him enough time to figure out that she was more than the empty spot amongst their group in a full bar or the one hiding in the back of award shows. She was more than what the media made her out to be, way more.

To him, she was the whole night sky. Always so quiet and reserved, not waking you to be looked at, but still so exciting to admire. Constellations forming in her eyes when they walked home from the studio late at night and she threw her head back in exaggeration as Noel went to some drug store to buy a new pack of cigarettes. She wasn’t high, but she looked like she was having the time of her life when everything seemed divine and at peace. Something Liam never thought he was able to achieve, the one thing that stood between them and his feelings for her.

“What you thinking ‘bout, love?” He asked finally, as they were standing backstage, his fingers gently gracing hers. Watching her stare out into the crowd for a good five minutes brought him over the edge, making him edge closer to her and share his thoughts in whispers.

“Just nervous,” she answered, tearing her gaze from the mass and to him. Him and his fucking smirk laying on his lips like he couldn’t believe her words, like he would mock her every second, telling her that it was nothing new for them and that she shouldn’t act that way.

“You’re gonna be great, don’t worry.” His words caught her off guard, her heart hammering in her chest. Never having heard his voice that soft made it impossible for her to concentrate on the people cheering for them, waiting for them.

She nodded but didn’t say another word about the topic, waiting for their name to be announced and the crowd freaking out once more as soon as Liam came on stage. His confidence ever present and it only became more visible the longer he was stood in front of all those people cheering for him. Watching him only made her admire him more and over time, she had to mentally keep herself from looking up from her fingers or else she was sure she wouldn’t look away from him.

The night in February still playing in her head even now in July. The night at the studio had been particularly long that night and as she found herself walking home with only Liam by her side at 4 in the morning, she couldn’t help but ask if he wanted to crash at hers for the night. Her apartment had always been cold, but it never bothered her. Especially not when Liam came into her room five minutes after she laid down herself and crawled under her blanket like a helpless child. ‘How are you not dead yet?’ he asked her, taking her warmer body in his arms and cuddling her closer. ‘My blood is warmer than yours, I guess.’ ‘Maybe it’s colder.’ ‘Then warm me up.’

They hadn’t talked about it ever since, but she knew he remembered how he fell asleep next to her and how he woke up alone the next morning, the apartment empty, only a note left behind for him to read. Seeing her later in the studio, not gracing him with even a glance his way.

She knew he remembered when he looked over at her, catching her gaze one final time before taking his nerves together and making his way over to her, Noel watching him critically form the other side of the stage. He knew, of course he knew. He knew his brother and he knew how he acted when he fancied someone, he just hoped this wouldn’t backfire at the whole band and their future in the process.

Liam made his way over to her, microphone in hand, smirk lingering on his lips as he saw the nervous look form in her eyes. Hovering above her, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only their bodies to co-exist. Souls entangled with one another. Hooking his finger through one of her belt loops as she tried stepping away from him, just to pull her closer once more, he tried not to laugh when she played a wrong note. Winking one final time before he stepped away first, walking away like nothing happened, ignoring the screams of the people watching.

“What were you fucking thinking, man?” Noel asked, walking closer to Liam, who was already getting himself a drink. The weight of his action still not crashing down on him. “Do you know what you just done?”

“Gave them a little show,” Liam shrugged.

“That’s all?” Noel kept on pushing him closer to the edge.

“That’s all.”

“Well, is it still all, when it’s all over the fucking news tomorrow? Do you know what that’ll do to Y/n when she’s in the spotlight all of a sudden because you couldn’t fucking behave properly once again?”

Looking over his brother’s shoulder and around the little space they were all cramped in, Liam couldn’t find the girl anywhere. “Where is she?”

“Where’s who?”

“Y/n, you dumb fuck.”

“Went outside before even coming in here, I believe,” Bonehead answered.

“Thanks man,” Liam answered, patting his shoulder as he brushed past the group. “Only one still thinking straight.”

Running outside, he started looking around the patch of field that was near them. On one of the hills, looking out into the sunset. Her back turned towards him, still when he walked up, his feet heavy on the ground like always, she didn’t need to turn around to know that he was gonna sit down next to her. Following her gaze and watching the sunset with her.

“Is that how it’s gonna be now? One’s gonna lead the other on until they’ve got close enough just to walk away then,” she asked, picking at the skin of her fingers.

“I didn’t start it,” he simply said, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, alright? What I did was shit, still it doesn’t mean you had to do the same.” Her voice was growing louder, the desperation in her words evolving with every syllable. “I actually like you, Liam. If this is all some silly chess game to you, please tell me now so I can still run far enough away from it.”

“Don’t run.” It sounded almost like a plea dripping from his lips like honey. “For once, please don’t run from me.” His hand went up to her face, brushing a strand of hair out of her eye before resting his palm on her cheek.

Pulling her in, their lips met for the first time. Filling both

[sirenlulls]

she's thunderstorms → g. gallagher

pairing —gene gallagher x albarn!reader (diana silvers face claim!)

summary —where you're the best nepo baby pairing there is

she's been loop-the-looping around my mind. her motorcycle boots give me this kind of acrobatic blood, concertina

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gallagher_anais the second pic speaks to me

↳ yourusername hmmmm maybe bcs you took it?

user ur so stunning omg

user the ultimate sunshine girlie

user mother!!!

user hey *leaning against me 21 porsches and fixing my ysl jumper while the light reflects off of my 50 rolexes*

irisapatow obsessed with u

user when's the new pod episode out?

↳ yourusername tomorrow!! xx

ruby1kid Such an angel!!!! Never stop smiling gorgeous girl 😆❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

↳ yourusername love you xxx

damonalbarn Always love to see you smiling ❤️

↳ yourusername love u forever dad 🫶🥹

user she's actually perfect wtf

genegallagher just posted an instagram story!

♡ liked by gallagher_anais, stellajones, and 21,556 others

genegallagher Y/n told me to post because I give "major Phoebe Bridgers energy"

yourusername omg 🤭🤭

yourusername can i have ur number??

↳ genegallagher No I've got a gf xx

↳ yourusername smh all boys are the same ur not even that cute anyway

yourusername phoebe my queen 😍😍

yourusername love u a little bit

↳ genegallagher Love you a lot xx

liamgallagher Bumbaclarts

ruby1kid So gorgeous xx

user he looks like he's about to tell me im sick, and im married, and i might be dying, but im holding him like water in my hands

user need someone to hype me up the way y/n hypes gene up fr

user THE LAST PIC!!!! MUM AND DAD

user hottest couple ever omg

damonalbarn ❤️

liked by genegallagher

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yourusername fooled around n fell in love or whatever elvin bishop said

genegallagher Cute or whatevz 🥱

↳ yourusername k...

liamgallagher Sappy bastards

↳ yourusername see u sunday king lg 🫶

genegallagher Honoured to be posted with that song

↳ yourusername you deserve it 💞

genegallagher 7/10 post, should have more you

↳ yourusername sorry to disappoint 💔

↳ genegallagher Don't let it happen again smh 😔

ruby1kid Awwww!!! Love you little angels so much!!! Sending kisses xx ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

↳ genegallagher We love you too xx

↳ yourusername you have to come over sometime soon 🫶🫶

damonalbarn Gross 🤮🤣

↳ yourusername breaking my heart old man 💔

bobbyskeetz might be sick

↳ yourusername shut up u loser

↳ bobbyskeetz oh how you wound me

user sorry y/n and rob interaction giving me war flashbacks to gene being petty on main after he jokingly flirted with y/n

↳ user OMG STOP THE WHOLE "she likes drummers" STORY CAPTION HES SO CHILDISH I WAS WEAK

user going deep sea diving with ankle weights!!

user will never get over the shock of realising she wasn't for the girls

user how am i supposed to live knowing i'll never have this

user never beating the parents allegations i'm afraid

genegallagher just posted an instagram story!

[james-francos-gf]

DON’T FOOL YOURSELF !

she was heartache from the moment that you met her …

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

taylor. seventeen. she/her. bisexual.

i love writing, yapping, editing, and listening to music. i frequent oasis, slushynoobz, spiderman, dc comics, and sturniolo triplets fandoms. oxford comma defender. in love with romcoms and thrillers. #1 noel gallagher and jeff buckley fangirl !

SOCIALS !

i can’t quite figure out how to embed links and it’s PISSING me off… but here are the things you’ll care about:

tiktok: osbornsgf (i post edits and stuff on there!)

wattpad: noelgallaghersgf (i have a noel fanfic you can check out on there!)

ao3: osbornsgf

twitter/x: buckleysbeloved (i don’t post that much but im pretty active!)

airbuds: noelgallagherslover

MASTERLIST !

requests OPEN / closed

noel gallagher !

while you were sleeping… coming soon

summary: inspired by the 1995 romcom, while you were sleeping, y/n l/n saves her longtime crush, liam gallagher, from an oncoming train after he’s pushed onto the platform during a scuff. y/n accompanies him to the hospital, in which it is revealed he’s fallen into a coma. a misplaced comment leads liam’s family to believe she is liam’s fiancée. having not corrected them, the gallagher family welcomes y/n into their home. things grow more complex when she starts falling in love with liam’s older brother, noel.

liam gallagher !

works coming soon…

hamzahthefantastic !

works coming soon…

jeff buckley !

works coming soon…

damon albarn !

works coming soon…

[a-very-bored-blogger]

"feverish encounter" || damon x reader

pairing: damon albarn x fem reader

word count: 600ish

warnings: porn without plot, pure smut, filth, cr*ampie, degradation, fingering, p in v, i can't think of anything else.

Note: very bad at writting smut. I'll reformat this soon enough. This is just porn without plot, pure filth.

"Mmph, Damon too much!" The girl moaned out. The Englishman simply giggled, tracing his fingers around the girl's soft thighs, sending electric waves onto her spine. He gets closer, sending a husky whisper into her ears, his voice deep and his accent strong.

"Love, ya feel so fucking tight." He says, digging digits, thrusting deeper and deeper into her pussy, his fingers moving forward and backwards as squelching noises emitted from her honeypot. "Fuck yes! Damon! Ah fuck!" The girl screamed, clasping in between sweet cries of pleasures and lustful moans. Damon still gives her the same shit-eating grin he has, as he feels her getting closer, and closer to release. Her insides tightened around his fingers as her mind went blank, orgasming and releasing everything in her body.

He sneered, looking down on her, satisfied with the feedback that his work has given him. He takes out his polaroid, and snaps a photo of his girlfriend naked, utterly fucked out of her mind, legs sprawled and a wet pool of zesty juices mixing together with the bed sheets. 

And Damon wasn't satisfied.

The man smirks, getting on top of her, a full view of her perky tits as he touches the bud of her right nipple. Her body shudders in response, a small moan being let out. He strokes his shaft, up and down before teasing it around her clit, swirling it before her wet pussy

"Are you ready, doll?" He asks, with a deep sultry accent. The girl simply nods.

Damon inserts the full might of his cock into her tight entrance, grunting at how tight she is despite loosening her beforehand. The girl lets out a scream of pain, her entrance being stretched wide open by his shaft.  

"Fuck fuck, you feel so good love." He mutters out. The girl holds his right arm and gives him a nod to let him know that it's alright to move. 

And move, he did. 

Damon moved forward and backwards, the feeling and pleasure he gets from the feeling of her pussy squeezing him tight. He thrusts ever so fervently, feeling so good around her. (y/n) simply screams, pleasure and pain mixing together, her eyes rolling back and forth as she lays in a phase of being awake and passing out from the intensity of it all.

Damon could feel himself getting closer as he gets faster, deeper and sloppier. His mind goes insane as he crosses his eyes a bit, panting and grunting, even letting out small moans in between them. Dirty words escaped from Damon's mouth.

"You think you're so elegant and innocent but look at you, getting fucked in the most dirty way possible. You're just a slut deep down. But it's alright love, at least you're my slut. My beautiful fuckdoll." He said with a dirty and charming smirk, incredibly pleased knowing that he has this beautiful girl collapsing into putty beneath him. 

And after those range of words, he lets out louder grunts and pants before releasing deep into her, ropes of thick white semen spurting deep inside her. Soon enough, (y/n) eventually gave out her final orgasm of the night, losing count of the amount of times Damon had made her release. The girl utterly has no words at all. Her mouth laid agape to let out some drool before Damon gives her a quick chaste kiss on her forehead.

"Rest up love. I love you, my beautiful girl." Damon slowly says before holding her close to his chest, as they both fall asleep till the next wake of the sun.