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leaawrites · 2 months ago

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Could you please write a fic where the girl was best friends with the Gallaghers when she was younger but then moved away and ended up becoming friends with Damon. Fast forward to the award show where she’s Damon plus one and ultimately runs into the Gallagher again, where they’re all over her/happy to see her again/don’t want to leave her alone. But Damon really confused bc she’s never mentioned that she knew them and they’re all jealous over her. It could be a x reader for anybody but maybe have her end up with one of the brothers? Thank you!! Also sorry it’s a long request

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Liam Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: In which, they find back to each other and finally confess.

Warnings: fluff, angst, jealousy, harsh language

Wordcount: 1.8k

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Slouching on the couch of one of her best friends, Y/n stares at the telly and the faces on them. Two people she used to know like the back of her hand, until she didn’t anymore.

Moving away from your home town was one of the worst scenarios for a teenager like her. She’d always been bad at making friends or becoming comfortable enough around other people to truly show them who she was, not just the pretty girl with not much to say.

When Damon met her the first time, backstage at one of their earlier gigs, he couldn’t believe the two different people he met that night. First he caught her eye from across the room, a shy smile playing on her lips as she crossed his gaze, before looking away rather quickly again. Then, after a few sentences spoken and hours passed, they stumbled out the bar together, his arm thrown over her shoulder as she tried guiding him home safely. They shared a kiss when stumbling into his apartment, though ultimately decided that they would never be more than friends.

He was still on her mind.

She never actively thought about him, except when he was on TV. It was more like an always lingering memory of their time that she couldn’t let go of even if she tried. He wouldn’t let her live in peace even after she left them.

“What ya staring at?” Damon asked, walking into the living room and flopping on the couch next to her. “Ya fancy one of those bellends?”

“Don’t go mental now,” she laughed, seeing his scrunched up face as Oasis performed their new song on Top Of The Pops.

It was good, she had to admit, Noel had always been a great writer. Though it wouldn’t be the same without him. Liam made it all seem so effortlessly. He made it look so cool. Even when it was playback and not live, she’d heard them perform live more than enough times to be a fair judge.

Sneaking away from Damon’s side at festivals or watching a show with them late at night while she tried not to wake one of the boys, she never forgot to keep her promise she made when she left.

‘I promise that I will watch everything you do, I’ll follow you still, Liam. Don’t worry about me forgetting you, I couldn’t.’

“What I wanted to ask,” Damon started talking away, tearing part of her attention from the screen, but not all. “There’s this award show coming up, nothing worth mentioning. Wanna come with me?”

“Me?” she asked, now fully turning towards the boy. “Why would you want me to accompany you to such thing?”

He shrugged, but she knew that he had an answer already ready for every single one of her question.

“All those other people there are boring. You’re the only fun one.” Pulling his puppy eyes and pouting his lips, she looked at him bored for a moment before ultimately giving in.

“Fine,” she agrees, making him gleam in joy. “But.” Holding her finger up at him. “If anyone starts some stupid dating rumour again, I’m never going anywhere with you again.”

Walking into the big venue, she spotted the pair she tried her hardest to avoid that night, almost immediately. Sitting at a table near their own, chattering and laughing and drinking. Shaking hands occasionally.

Through out the first half of the show, Y/n couldn’t keep her eyes away from him. From her seat, she had the best view on his profile. she could see his jaw tighten whenever someone won he didn’t want to win, or how the grip on his beer would loosen whenever someone won he wanted to, a small smile forming on his face whenever that happened. One forming on her own almost identically.

Liam could feel a pair of eyes burning in the back of his head, occasionally turning around to try and catch his predator. All he found though, was Damon Albarn staring at him with confused eyes.

He’d noticed his friend’s gaze far away from where it should be, somewhere in the crowd of people, focused on one in particular. Catching Liam Gallagher’s gaze, he was taken back to the night he asked her to accompany him. Being aware of the crush she formed on ‘the enemy’ he couldn’t help but not not take her.

The moment the first half was over and a break was called through the speakers installed in the walls, Damon excused himself, walking out and to the bar. Getting them a new drink, that they ‘couldn’t survive this without’. Laughing at his wording, Y/n let him walk away. Looking around the room, her eyes were drawn to his seat again.

Liam was watching Damon walk away, his gaze now finally free to see the man’s guest. Looking at the table, his eyes widen in shock. Hitting Noel’s arm repeatedly, he couldn’t keep his focus from lingering. His eyes still focused on her, though his mind was far away. It was back in Manchester, back with her. The two bodies of theirs laying close together as The Stone Roses played in the background of their silence.

‘I don’t want you to go.’ He would’ve never admitted back then what he knew already for years.

His heart skipped a beat when their eyes locked, their souls intertwining again after years left torn apart. Healing as he held her face in his mind.

“What?” Noel snapped annoyed. Turning to his little brother sharply and pushing his hand away from his arm.

Liam didn’t answer, only pointing in her direction. Noel’s eyes widen in shock now too.

“What ya doing here, love?” A voice boomed behind her, the familiarity of it seeping through her spine, making her sit up straighter.

“Liam,” she breathed out before turning towards him. The room watching the two of them. “Hey.”

Pulling her into a hug, he inhaled the scent on her hair and neck. It was richer now, but still the same summery feeling he only smelt around her. Noel came after, not leaving her a lot of space to breath.

“Hey, kid,” he greeted her, smiling brightly.

“Can’t believe you’ve stolen my date now, Gallagher.” Damon came walking back, two drinks in his hands.

Putting them down a smirk appeared on his face, making Liam’s blood boil up in anger. His fist clenching at the thought of them being here together. She had to know about the war they partaking in, why was she on his side now?

Y/n could sense the tension, as could Noel, who quickly led Liam away from the scene, saying they should go back before it gets to late and the lights would dim. Sitting down, they both still held their gaze, urging he other to look away first, but neither would dare to.

The lights dimmed again, though one brighter one appeared on the other side of the room. Liam walked out through one of the back doors. Noel sat with his head in his hands at their table, praying he hadn’t had to explain what just happened between them.

Looking at Damon, he told her to go after him. Silently creeping through the dark, she hoped for no cameras to catch her body escaping. Walking out into the lights and fresh air, she could breath for the first time in an hour. Outside the building, Liam was perched up against a wall with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Standing next to him, her arms crossed over her chest, they kept in silence. The only sound being the shuffling of Liam’s body as he took his jacket from his body and wrapped it around hers, without acknowledging her presence more than that.

“Saw you two on a front page a few weeks back, never thought I’d see you again. Even less with someone like him,” he broke the silence after a couple of minutes passing.

“Damon can be pretty nice if you get to know him better. He’s just cold at first, not like you’re any different,” she defended her friend, making him roll his eyes.

“How would you know? We couldn’t even talk when we met.”

“It took me four months to get you to even look at me. You were just always ignoring me.” They both laughed at the memories ans endless stories their mothers used to share about the two of them.

“Wasn’t even doing it on purpose, love.” Raising her eyebrows at him, he reconsidered. “You were just too pretty to look at,” he tried once more. Tilting her head, the smirk on his face disappeared. “In my defence, you were pretty violent in your attempts to get my attention. Seemed pretty desperate too.”

Gaping at him with her mouth wide open, she slapped in his arm, making him wince a little in fake hurt. “I wasn’t desperate. Though you seemed kinda intimidated once I could talk earlier than you, big mouth. Seemed to be a sign of God, that you would only talk bullshit anyway, so he threatened giving you a vocabulary.”

“Would it still be bullshit if I said, that seeing you together made me jealous?”

The words hung in the air between them, the confession lingering a little longer on both their racing hearts.

“Yes,” she answered, making his face drop. He was so sure that there was more to them than friendship, now it seemed that he even destroyed that. “Utter bullshit,” she continued talking. Continued stabbing a sword into his already breaking heart. “Because there was never a reason for you to be jealous.”

Crushing the cigarette beneath his shoes, he was ready to hear the last words he expected her to mutter to him. Letting him suffer in silence out of embarrassment and shame instead of screaming it at him with laughter. ‘We were always just friends, why would you be jealous? You’re still my best friend.’

“Liam,” she whispered, seeing the distant look in his eyes. “Can you please look at me?”

Snapping his eyes up to her, they looked almost angry with something. The soft blue now a storming sea.

“What?” He spat at her.

“I’ve always loved you, I just wanted you to know that.”

It couldn’t be true, could it? Laughing it off quietly, he nodded his head in mockery. “Yeah, sure. A great friend I am.”

“Not just in a friendly way.”

His heart stopped in his chest at her words, sinking down his chest and into his stomach, making him feel sick. The weight of it pulling him down, his shoulders falling into his body.

“What?” he quietly asked, not believing her words. It was all in his imagination, right?

Sacking her body, she couldn’t believe him. Typical Liam, she though. Smiling at him sweetly, her eyes sparkling under the street lights before pulling him in by his collar and connecting their lips. They had kissed before, but this was different. This one was real. His hands on her waist gripping tight to make her stay so close to him forever. He wouldn’t ever let go of her again.

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celestialgallaghers · 11 days ago

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Bruised Ego [18+]

Oasis brain rot has consumed me so badly i’m sorry.

Summary: Tagging along on tour with Oasis should’ve been amazing. And it was except for one major problem: Liam. You two don’t get on well and being stuck around him for days on end makes it worse. After a particularly ruthless offense on your end, Liam plots his revenge.

Word count: 7.1k

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Your ears were ringing, the vibrations of the music still thrumming through your body. Being on tour with Oasis was fun. Ecstatic, even. The energy in the venues was unbelievable. Thousands and thousands of fans screamed, shouted, and practically worshipped the band. And somehow, they all seemed to remain relatively level-headed. I.e. they weren't divas.

Well, most of them weren't.

Liam was often brash and unpredictable. It was amazing that he and Noel were even related.

You’d met Noel way back in his roadie days and the two of you had shared some good fuckin’ laughs. He was fun to be around, never taking shit too seriously. Sure he could be a cocky bastard too, but it was in a loveable way. Liam, on the other hand, was anything but.

Over the years, you’d become part of Noel’s inner circle. You knew his friends, his girlfriends, his dealer, everything. It was inevitable that Liam would have to be part of that picture too.

Your first impression of him was that he was a bit standoffish. He stood about, not saying much. Mostly lingered in the background, drink in hand, tossing out the occasional quip. In the beginning you didn’t mind him. However when the band really started to take off and you began hanging around more, he changed. Became more self assured and loud-mouthed. Suddenly, avoiding him wasn’t so easy. Before, you only had to put up with him at the pub or a gig, and even then, he was tolerable. Running his mouth? You walked away. Being more annoying than usual? Another pint solved that. You had ways of drowning him out.

That all changed when you found yourself stuck on a tour bus for endless hours with him.

You’d been a fan of Oasis since their genesis. Well, since Noel joined anyway. So when they exploded all over the world, you didn’t think twice when he asked if you wanted to join for a leg of the tour. In hindsight, maybe you should've thought it through more.

You and Liam had never exactly seen eye to eye, but the tour had amplified every little irritation. It had started small. Accusing you of stealing his lighter (you didn’t), calling your taste in music “shite”, or nicking your sunglasses. You gave as good as you got, though. A well-placed jab about his ego or a quip about how Noel carried the band usually did the trick.

Then there were the more vicious moments. Like the time you’d shared a hotel wall and he refused to turn down his music, no matter how many times you banged on the wall. Or when he told a reporter you were just some groupie who wouldn’t leave, which led to a shouting match so loud that even Noel had to step in. And of course the night he’d implied that your friendship with Noel was something more, which was completely untrue.

It was exhausting, infuriating, and completely unavoidable. No matter how much you tried to ignore him, Liam had a way of pulling you into his orbit whether you liked it or not.

Tonight’s show had been another insanely loud and energetic one, but something was clearly pissing Liam off. You’d taken on the simple job of handing them towels after the gig, and the scowl on his face almost made you laugh. And right now, as he sulked in the post-show haze, you had a feeling he was about to throw a fit over something ridiculous. By now you’d learned how to interpret Liam-isms. After being in eachothers pockets for so long, it was practically second nature. But that meant you also knew how to push his buttons, almost as well as Noel did.

You handed off the last towel and followed everyone back into the dressing room. Another thing you loved about Oasis? Every single show ended with everyone getting completely pissed and going a bit mad. Absolute mayhem. And you loved every second of it. As you made your way through the door, you noticed Liam was already sulking in the corner. Everyone else ignored him, too busy cracking open bottles and flicking lighters. The air was thick with smoke and sweat.

Someone handed you a beer, and you perched on the edge of a rickety couch. You’d learned the hard way not to trust the surfaces of dressing room couches. Some things were better left unknown.

Noel found you, and the two of you clinked bottles.

“Great show tonight,” you said, taking a swig. “They were screamin’ proper loud. I think my ears will be ringing for a week.” Noel chuckled but before he could even open his mouth, Liam mumbled something from the corner.

You turned your head toward him. “What?”

“Said if you don’t like it, you can leave” Liam repeated, his expression growing more and more agitated. “No one’s askin’ you to hang round”

You scoffed. The audacity of this man never ceased to amaze you. “Don’t be an arsehole, Liam,” you said, disdain dripping from every syllable.

Noel just stood there, vaguely amused. He had always appreciated your ability to handle Liam’s antics, no matter how insufferable they could be. Liam, on the other hand, just glowered.

“No, really,” he said, shoving himself to his feet and shuffling over. “What exactly is it that you’re doin’ here? You’re just in it for the free ride.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned toward Noel, speaking as if Liam weren’t even there. “What crawled up his arse?” Noel smirked and took a slow sip of his beer. “Dunno. But whatever it is, it’s been there a while.”

Ignoring Liam was probably a mistake. “No, I’m seriously askin’ you,” voice sharpening. “What’s the real reason you hang around?”

You blinked, caught off guard for just a second. Was he serious? Now you were starting to get properly pissed off.

“You know damn well why I’m here so don’t act thick,” you snapped, trying to keep your voice level. “Noel asked me to come, and I said yes. If you’ve got a problem, take it up with him.”

Noel, ever the instigator, simply shrugged. “Yeah, Liam. Thought you liked when people actually wanna be around us.”

Liam ignored him, eyes still locked on you. “You don’t even do anything,” he shot back, sneering. “All you do is hand us the towels and take up space.”

Your fingers tightened around the bottle in your hand.

“Fuck you, Liam.”

His expression twisted into something smug as he watched you rise to leave. And then, like the complete tosser he was, he moved to the door, blocking your exit.

“Oh, so you’re gonna run away now? Like you always do?” His voice dripped with condescension.

You glared up at him. Unfortunately, he was taller than you. Significantly taller. You tried to push past him, but he shifted, making it even harder.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” he said, that insufferable smirk creeping onto his face.

“Let me through, Liam.” Your voice was quiet, but laced with pure rage. You were not in the mood to get into a screaming match tonight. He stood his ground, so you put all of your body weight into shoving him out of my way. He barely budged.

This only seemed to amuse him. “And what if I don’t?” he challenged, a smug grin pulling at the corner of his lips.

You clenched your jaw. You knew you shouldn’t do it. You really shouldn’t do it. But he was leaving you no choice.

Before you could overthink it, you brought your knee up. Hard.

A strangled gasp escaped him as he doubled over, finally allowing you to move past. The sound of laughter and jeers echoed behind you as you stormed off, gripping your beer tight. You needed somewhere quiet. Somewhere to stew. And maybe have a cigarette of two.

You found a quiet, secluded corner and let out a deep sigh, still fuming. You were mad. Not just at Liam, but at yourself for letting him get under your skin so easily. His words replayed in your mind. “Free ride.” Bastard. Sure, you supposed tagging along with the band might look like freeloading to him, but to accuse you of just taking up space? That stung. Noel was your friend. He was the one that asked you to come, not Liam. If Liam had a problem with that he should’ve said something sooner, not as we were nearing the end of the tour.

You leaned back against a cool concrete ledge, letting the chill seep into your skin. The air here was quiet, calm. Something you desperately needed after the chaos of the dressing room.

You fished a cigarette out of your pocket and placed it between your lips, willing the nicotine to ease the knot of irritation in your chest. Halfway through your second one, you heard the distinct sound of footsteps approaching.

They slowed as they neared, hesitating. Your gaze remained firmly fixed ahead. You knew exactly who it was. His stupid cologne gave him away. Liam. Of course. Something told you Noel had forced him to come find you.

He cleared his throat loudly, as if demanding your attention.

“What do you want?” you asked flatly, refusing to acknowledge his presence.

“Brilliant. Nice to see you too,” he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “What do you think, genius? I want to talk to you. You’re the one who kneed me in the bollocks, remember?”

You scoffed, flicking ash off your cigarette. “Yeah and you deserved it.”

Liam’s scowl deepened, his jaw tightening. He knew he deserved it a bit, but would never admit it. He gritted his teeth before replying.

“You didn’t have to be so violent about it.”

“Yeah well you didn’t have to be such a dick either” you shot back, finally turning your head to look at him.

Liam felt a surge of frustration and annoyance. He didn’t like being scolded and less being told he was wrong.

“I wasn’t even being that bad,” he retorted with a scoff. “You’re the one who overreacted.”

“Yeah sure ok Liam” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. “It’s not like you were deliberately trying to wind me up or anything.”

Liam folded his arms, clearly annoyed but unsure how to counter that. Instead, he moved to sit on the ledge you’d claimed. A few beats of silence passed before he spoke again, his tone carrying just a hint of mockery.

“You could at least apologize for almost castrating me,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching in what might have been a grin if he weren’t so irritated.

You sat up, looking at him with a deadpan expression. “Fine. I’m sorry for kneeing you in the balls.” It wasn’t sincere and he knew it. But you really didn’t want to waste your night fighting with him yet again.

“Drinks to make it better?” you offered, gesturing toward the dressing room.

He narrowed his eyes at you, still skeptical, but eventually relented with a small huff. “Fine. You owe me for that one.”

“Atta boy,” you said, patting his leg as you slid off the ledge.

“Don’t mock me,” he grumbled.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” you teased, noting how he was still wincing. “I didn’t get you that bad.”

“You definitely did!” he retorted, irritation mounting. “I’ll be sterile for the rest of my life now, thanks to you”

“Maybe that's for the best,” you said under your breath.

“What was that?” His head whipped toward you, eye’s narrowing.

“Nothing” you huffed. “Let’s all just hope and pray that the mighty Liam Gallagher's dick still works.”

“Oh piss off,” he grumbled.

You snorted at that. Men were so touchy when it came to their dick. It honestly amused you.

“Fine, fine,” you said, holding up your hands in mock surrender. “I’ll find you some ice for that, yeah?”

“Don’t bother,” he grumbled. “I’m fine.”

But your eyes flicked down, catching the way he subtly adjusted himself, clearly still nursing the ache.

“Sure you are,” you replied, biting back a grin. “How bout that drink, then?”

Without waiting for a reply, you headed back toward the dressing room, hearing his footsteps reluctantly follow behind. True to your word, you fixed him a drink. By the time you handed it to him, his scowl had softened slightly, though you knew it’d be a while before he dropped the whole thing.

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The night stretched on, the room a blur of laughter, music, and the occasional drunken shout. People drifted in and out, and you, now properly drunk, had completely pushed the earlier incident to the back of your mind.

What you didn’t notice, however, was the way Liam had been watching you from across the room, his gaze sharp, unreadable. There was still a flicker of irritation in his eyes, though now it was laced with something else. He’d slowly been plotting a way to get a bit of payback throughout the night.

You stood up suddenly, stretching. “Right, I’m going for a piss,” you announced, making your way toward the bathroom.

Liam’s eyes tracked you, and as soon as you disappeared behind the door, he quickly drained the rest of his drink and pushed himself off the couch. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he strolled after you, slipping through the bathroom door quietly.

He saw you, but you hadn’t noticed him. A small thrill of satisfaction ran through him. He leaned against the door, making sure it was securely shut. A quick scan of the bathroom confirmed that you were all alone.

You’d just finished washing your hands when the sound of someone clearing their throat made you freeze. Your head snapped up, and through the mirror, you locked eyes with him.

“What the fuck, Liam?”

His smirk widened at your obvious surprise. He leaned lazily against the door, arms folded across his chest, exuding a sort of casual arrogance that set your nerves on edge.

“Just checking in on you, mate,” he said, voice laced with amusement. “Would hate for something to happen to you.”

“You didn’t need to follow me in here, you creep.”

Liam just chuckled, completely unfazed. “Just making sure you weren’t up to anything. You know, plotting which band member to incapacitate next.”

You rolled your eyes, but something about the way he was watching you, like he was waiting for a reaction, made you uneasy. You suddenly felt vulnerable with your back to him.

“What are you getting at?” you asked, turning around slowly to face him.

Liam tilted his head slightly, considering you. He could see the flicker of suspicion in your eyes, and that only fueled his amusement. He wasn’t about to let you off easy.

A strange tension settled in the air. The bathroom suddenly felt much smaller. You still had no idea what he was up to, but didn’t want to stick around and find out. You eyed the door, trying to plan an escape, but it seemed like you were really truly trapped in here with him.

Liam caught the way your gaze flickered toward the door. “You’re not actually thinking of running out on me after I’ve been so considerate, are you?” His tone was mockingly hurt. “That’d be a bit rude.”

You sighed, tilting your head. “Just trying to figure out what it is you want.”

He let out a quiet chuckle, feigning innocence. “What? Can’t a guy just have a friendly chat?”

You gave him a deadpan look. “Is this about earlier? I thought we’d moved past that.”

Liam scoffed. “Just returning the favor, me. You know, since you nearly ended my bloodline earlier.”

You snorted. “What, you gonna punch me in the vagina or something?”

Liam let out a short, amused chuckle and shook his head. “Nah, that’s a bit daft, don’t you think? There are… much more creative ways to get back at someone.”

Your gaze sharpened, suspicion flaring. “Like what?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took his time, pretending to consider his options, drawing out the moment just to see the flicker of impatience cross your face.

Then, he leaned forward slightly, dropping his tone low, almost whisper-like.

“What if I just lock the door?” His voice was teasing, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. “Keep you right here with me for a while.”

The air in the bathroom shifted.

You could still hear muffled sounds from the dressing room outside, but inside this tiny, enclosed space, it was just the two of you. The weight of his words lingered, heavy between you.

You held his gaze, refusing to waver. “Oh yeah?” Your voice was steady, but there was a challenge in it. “And why would you wanna do that?”

Liam’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. He could hear the defiance in your voice, but he could also see the way your fingers twitched slightly, the way you shifted just the tiniest bit where you stood. He pushed himself off the door, taking a slow step towards you.

“Oh, you know, just to enjoy your company a little longer. It’s been a while since we had some… alone time.”

Your breath hitched for a fraction of a second before you forced yourself to scoff. But Liam caught it. You turned away slightly, arms crossing over your chest in a weak attempt at indifference. But it was too late. He’d seen the heat creeping up the back of your neck, the way your shoulders tensed just slightly. Because you knew exactly what he was referring to.

That night.

Months ago, in a dimly lit pub, Liam had sworn up and down he could outdrink everyone. It had started with an innocent enough bet: who could drink the most pints before tapping out. Classic, stupid, testosterone-fueled entertainment. But as the night went on, it became less about the booze and more about Liam’s ego.

“I could drink you under the fuckin’ table, mate,” he’d slurred, pointing a lazy finger at you across the sticky wooden bar top.

“You’re already halfway there, Liam,” you’d shot back, smirking as he swayed slightly on his stool.

Noel had been pissing himself laughing in the corner, watching as his brother made a fool of himself.

Somehow, you and Liam had been the last ones standing. That’s when things got messy. The two of you had spent hours running wild through the streets, fueled by booze, drugs, and reckless abandon, only to end up in his bed the next morning.

Neither of you had spoken about it since. You hadn’t been sure he even remembered. He never let on or made a jest about it, so you pretended that it didn’t even happen. It was easier that way. Easier to hate him than to… well you didn’t really know. It was a feeling you were too scared to explore and something told that going down that road would be detrimental.

But now, standing here, Liam watching you with that smug, knowing look, the memory felt a little too close.

His eyes flicked over your expression, smirk widening. “You remember that night, don’t you?” His voice was slow, deliberate. “It’s a bit blurry for me, but some moments I remember quite vividly.”

He took a step closer, and you willed yourself not to react. You met his gaze evenly, forcing an unimpressed scoff. “We’re not doing that again,” you said flatly. Then, for good measure, you added, “And from what I recall, you were quite unremarkable.”

It was a blatant lie.

“Hm,” he hummed, tilting his head as if in thought. “Funny, that’s not what I remember.” He took another step forward. Slow. Measured. “The sounds you made were pretty unforgettable, I must say.”

Your stomach flipped. You’d been caught. There was no escaping this. Memories that you’d forbidden yourself to think about were now rushing to the surface at an alarming rate, making you flush all over.

He was only a few feet away now, closing in. You were running out of space, out of room to breathe.

“Not. Happening.”

The words came out strong, firm, but your heart was hammering against your ribs, betraying you. He could see right through it.

His gaze locked onto yours, eyes dark and unreadable. The tension was thick, pressing in from all sides. When you instinctively moved back, your lower back met the cool edge of the sink, stopping you in your tracks.

Shit.

Liam let out a low chuckle, stepping even closer until he was nearly flush against you. The heat rolling off him was overwhelming.

“Are you sure?” His voice was lower now, teasing. “Not even a little bit interested?”

He brought his hands to either side of the sink, caging you in. You swallowed hard.

“Liam.”

It was supposed to be a warning, a firm line in the sand. But it came out softer, almost pleading. You winced at yourself.

His smirk grew. He’d caught it.

Your eyes flickered down to his mouth, slightly parted, lips plush and so damn close. He licked them absently, and the tip of his tongue just barely grazed you. A small, sharp inhale escaped before you could stop it.

Your breath mingled with his, the gap between you shrinking, pulling you into some inevitable gravitational force. He smelled like beer, sweat, and something distinctly Liam. Something intoxicating.

Your brain was screaming at you to walk away. To push him off. To regain control of the situation. But the alcohol and sudden lust in your bloodstream were drowning out those voices, leaving behind only heat, impulse, and the undeniable truth that this was a losing battle.

One second you're standing there, locked in a tug of war, and the next, your mouth was crashing into his with bruising force. A sigh of relief escaped your throat, unbidden, as if your body had been waiting for this moment all along.

Liam, the bastard, smirked into the kiss, because of course he would. He presses back with equal if not more force. His hands move from the sink to your waist, pinning you against the cool porcelain. Your hands fly up, grasping the back of his neck, desperate for balance, for something to ground you.

Then he does it. His tongue flicking over your bottom lip, teasing, coaxing. You let out a small, needy sound before you can stop it, and his grip on your waist tightens in response. Alarm bells ring in your head, but they’re no use.

Liam, ever the smug prick, takes his time, dragging his teeth over your lip, biting just hard enough to make you shiver. But it's not enough. Not nearly enough.

You tug him closer, pressing against him. You take control, tongue sliding into his mouth, swallowing the low groan that rumbles in his throat.

For a moment you’re lost in the taste of him. The heat of him. The way his hands grip you like he doesn’t want to let go. Then he pushes into you, his hips pressing heavy against yours, pinning you so firmly into the sink that you feel every inch of him. The realization sends a thrill through you, heat beginning to sink low into your stomach and down between your thighs.

This is dangerous territory. But you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Then he’s grinding against you, slow and deliberate, and the pressure makes you gasp into his mouth. Your fingers tighten around the back of his neck, nails digging in as your body arches instinctively into his. Liam groans, low and rough. His hand moves from your waist, trailing down your thighs. Suddenly he’s hooking your leg around his hip, giving himself more space.

He presses impossibly closer, and you feel him, hard and insistent against your heated core. A strangled sound escapes your throat, something needy and desperate.

His mouth moves, leaving your lips to trail down your jaw, hot and unrelenting, and when he reaches the pulse point on your neck, he bites down just enough to make you whimper.

Your eyes flutter shut, body shaking slightly as Liam drags his teeth over that one spot that makes you shiver. He feels it, feels you, react beneath him, and the bastard smiles against your skin.

Then he sucks, lips warm and wet as he marks you, punctuating it with a sharp thrust of his hips that sends sparks up your spine. A strangled whine spills from your lips as your fingers tighten in his hair, gripping him like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded. A steady, aching pulse throbs low in your core, demanding more. Demanding him.

You roll your hips, grinding against him, chasing that friction, and Liam groans. A deep, guttural sound that makes your skin burn. His grip tightens, one hand splaying across your ass, dragging you harder against him.

The feeling of him hot, hard, grinding against you sends another sharp thrill through your body, but it’s still not enough.

You need more. You need all of him.

“Liam,” you manage to gasp, voice wrecked and wanting.

“Fuck,” Liam mutters, voice rough against your skin. “You really are desperate for me, aren’t you?”

His words send a fresh wave of heat straight through you, and you should fight back, should snap at him for his cocky arrogance, but then he rolls his hips again, perfectly, and all that leaves your lips is a broken moan.

He pulls away from your neck, lifting his gaze to meet yours. His lips are flushed, swollen, glistening with spit. His eyes—dark, heavy-lidded, filled with something dangerous—leave you momentarily breathless, completely losing your train of thought at how devastatingly gorgeous he looks like this.

You’re broken from your trance as you feel him twitch rather noticeably against you. Your breath catches, heat flooding through you all over again.

Liam notices. Of course, he does. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he presses forward just a little more, just enough to make you feel it.

“Feel that?” His voice is rough, teasing, laced with something darker.

You swallow hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, you grip the front of his shirt, pulling him closer.

He chuckles, breath hot against your cheek. “C’mon, love. Don’t go shy on me now.”

You purse your lips, fighting the way your body reacts to him, to his cocky arrogance, to the way he’s so sure of himself. “I don’t know,” you murmur breathlessly, tilting your head and pretending to consider. “Feels… underwhelming.”

Liam lets out a sharp breath, half amusement, half disbelief, before his hands tighten on your hips. In one swift movement, he ruts against you, slow but deep, the pressure enough to knock the air from your lungs.

You gasp. His smirk returns.

“Still underwhelmed?” he murmurs against your jaw, his lips brushing skin.

You hate him. You hate how good he is at this. But mostly, you hate how much you want more.

“Liam,” your voice wavering, thick with frustration.

He chuckled, dark and low, the sound vibrating against your skin. “So impatient,” he murmured, fingers tracing lazy patterns just above where you ached for him.

You sucked in a sharp breath, hips jerking involuntarily as his hand slipped under your shirt and began toying with the waistband of your jeans, the ghost of a touch setting every nerve alight. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

You feel his fingers skimming along your zipper and nod. He wastes no time in unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans, pushing them down to give himself just enough room.

He slips his hand inside, exploring the newly exposed skin of your inner thigh. His touch was feather light, slowly dragging his fingers, deliberately teasing everywhere except where you needed him most. Your body was tensing with every drag. Every time he would get close he would skirt around at the last moment

It was torture. You tried to grind against his hand, desperate for even the smallest bit of friction, anything, but the moment you did, he pulled back completely.

You gasped, eyes snapping open in disbelief.

Liam smirked, watching you with a cruel sort of amusement, chest rising and falling just as heavily as yours. He was enjoying this. Holding you on the edge, dragging it out.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, voice challenging.

Your pride flared for half a second because fuck him, he knew exactly what you wanted. But another, bigger part of you, the one that was throbbing and needy and desperate, didn’t care about pride anymore.

Your fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer, eyes burning into his.

“Please,” you gasped, not caring how desperate you sounded. This was beginning to border on agony. You needed him to touch you.

His fingers skimmed the waistband of your underwear, maddingley slow. “Please what?” he murmured, voice thick.

You swallowed hard. Frustration and want coiled tight in your stomach. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, that damn smirk playing on his face as he dragged his gaze over you. He was enjoying this too much. You knew he wouldn’t give in easily.

You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction. You wouldn’t beg. Not yet.

Liam arched a brow, clearly amused by your silence. “C’mon, love,” he taunted, fingers tracing lower but still not there. “I know you can be polite.”

Your pride waged a brief, losing battle. “Touch me,” you breathed, barely above a whisper. Then, gritting your teeth, you forced out, “Please.”

Liam’s smirk deepened, victory flashing in his eyes.

“See? All you had to do was ask” he said, voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

Liam’s hand slid down again, this time with purpose, and he pressed his thumb roughly over your clit. The jolt of pleasure shot through you like a live wire, making your hips jerk involuntarily. His low, knowing chuckle sent another shiver down your spine.

He started circling you slowly though your underwear, teasing, barely giving you what you needed. A strangled moan escaped your lips. You were soaked. There was no way he couldn’t feel it.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, voice thick with something akin to reverence.

Two fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear, then lower, parting you as he gathered the slickness between them. The rough pads of his fingers dragged torturously along your heat before teasing at your entrance.

Your head fell back against the mirror as he finally dipped into you, stretching you in a way that was both excruciatingly slow and devastatingly perfect.

His fingers curled, expertly finding the spot that had you gasping, clutching at him. A high-pitched whine slipped from your throat. Liam sighed shakily in response, his free hand gripping your hip as he leaned in to capture your lips again. He swallowed every sound you made, lips moving hungrily against yours, matching the urgent rhythm of his fingers.

And then he curled them again, deeper this time. More deliberate.

Stars burst behind your eyelids. Your hips rocked into him, desperately chasing the pleasure, and he let you. Let you fall into the pace he was setting, let you lose yourself in it. His thumb returned to your clit, circling with devastating precision.

You were close. So close it almost hurt.

“Mm—Liam—” you gasped, body shuddering, the coil in your stomach ready to snap.

But then his fingers were gone.

Your eyes snapped open in disbelief, your body trembling from the abrupt loss. You barely had time to catch your breath before you met his gaze, smug, victorious, infuriating.

“What the fuck?” you panted.

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “That’s for earlier. You deserved it.”

Irritation bubbled up as you felt your own words echoed back at you. He was enjoying this, playing with you like a cat with a mouse.

He was pulling away from you, but before he could get too far, you grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked. Hard. “Don't you dare walk away from me.”

He let out a surprised whine, head tilting back slightly at the force. When his eyes flicked back to yours, they were darker, hungrier.

“You really need to stop pulling my hair,” he rasped, though the way his body reacted said otherwise.

You smirked. “Yeah? Or what?”

His grin turned downright predatory. He leaned in close, lips ghosting over yours as he murmured, “Or I’ll make you remember who’s in charge next time,” voice thick with dangerous promise.

A thrill ran down your spine, but defiance still burned hot in your veins. You yanked his hair even harder.

He threw his head back, eyes briefly fluttering shut as he let out a deep, guttural groan. The sound went straight to your stomach.

When he looked at you again, there was something new in his gaze, something dangerously close to snapping.

“You’re really asking for it,” he muttered, his voice rough.

You tilted your chin up, challenging him. “Yeah? You’re all talk. I’d like to see you even tr—”

Before you could finish, Liam spun you around in one swift, effortless motion, pressing you against the sink.

Your breath caught as he caged you in from behind, his body flush against yours, his grip firm. His hands settled on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to make you shiver.

He made eye contact with you through the mirror, wanting to see your every reaction when he spoke.

“You want to play rough, do you?” Liam’s voice was low, edged with something dark and tantalizing. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered “Is that what you want?”

His fingers trailed slowly down your back, tracing each curve like he was mapping every inch of you. The teasing touch sent shivers racing down your spine, anticipation tightening in your stomach. Your breathing was ragged, uneven. You couldn’t trust yourself to speak, so you simply nodded.

Liam tsked softly, his lips barely grazing your ear as he murmured, “Use your words.”

His hand dipped lower, grazing right where you needed him most. The lightest touch, barely there but enough to have your knees buckling.

You choked out a whimper, torn between pride and raw, undeniable need. But there was no fighting it anymore.

“Please,” you gasped, voice unsteady.

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. His fingers kept teasing, playing just on the edge of where you needed him, drawing out your desperation.

“Please what?” he asked yet again, tone mockingly sweet, fingers dancing ever so slightly closer.

You clenched your jaw, stubbornness warring with your need. “Don’t make me say it,” you whispered, still clinging to the last thread of your dignity.

Liam hummed as if considering, then pulled back slightly. “Fine, I’ll just leave you here then.” His tone was maddeningly casual, like this was nothing to him. “I’ll walk right out that door.”

Panic surged through you. Without thinking, you grabbed his wrist, gripping it like a lifeline. “Please,” you exhaled shakily, voice barely above a whisper. “Fuck me.”

Liam went still for a beat. Then, his smirk curled wickedly against your skin. “What was that?” he taunted, fingers skimming along your inner thigh, feather-light and infuriating. “Couldn’t quite hear you, love.”

A shiver wracked through you, and you shot him a glare through the mirror. “Bastard, yes you did,” you managed, your voice trembling despite the bite in your words.

His smirk widened. He must have had enough too because the next thing you heard was the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone. A wave of relief crashed over you, body humming with anticipation. The mirror didn’t give you a view of him, but then you felt him. He pressed himself against you, the hard, burning length of him making you gasp. You’d nearly forgotten how well endowed he was, insides clenching in remembrance.

Liam groaned low in his throat as he felt your bare skin against his. The sensation sent a shudder through him, his restraint hanging by a thread. He pressed against you further, every inch of his body aligning with yours. His chin dropped to rest on your shoulder as his breath came out ragged and wanting.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice wrecked.

His eyes locked onto yours through the mirror and for a moment, you barely recognized yourself. Your face was flushed, lips parted as you struggled for breath, hair an absolute mess. Liam didn’t look much different except he carried that insufferable smugness. His pupils were blown wide, the sharp blue of his eyes almost lost in the haze of lust.

He reached up, brushing your hair aside before pressing a searing kiss to the exposed skin of your neck. The heat of it sent shivers down your spine. And then, with one smooth movement, he aligned himself against you, teasing your entrance.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he pushed forward for you to feel him. Only the tip. Just enough to drive you insane.

“Liam, God, ple—”

Your plea was cut off by a sharp thrust, his hips snapping forward with force. He went in much deeper than either of you had anticipated, if his choked-off groan was anything to go by. Another strangled groan ripped from his throat as he sank in, fully stretching you open. The sensation stole the air from your lungs.

For a moment he stilled, chest rising and falling in harsh, uneven breaths. The way you clenched around him had him hanging onto the last threads of his restraint. You could feel the tension in his body, the effort it took not to completely lose himself in you. Then he pulled back, slow and deliberate, before plunging in again.

A choked-off noise tore from your throat, almost embarrassing if not for the deep, wrecked sound Liam let out at the same time. His fingers dug into your hips, gripping tight enough to leave bruises as he built a rhythm, driving into you with increasing intensity. He cursed under his breath, clearly loving how eagerly you moved with him. His pace grew rougher, more urgent.

Your head dropped forward, letting him take what he wanted. You were already on edge from earlier, your body eager and desperate. You pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with as much force as you could muster.

Then one of his hands left your hip, sliding up your body. Before you could even process it, he fisted a handful of your hair and yanked your head back up, forcing you to meet his gaze in the mirror. He wanted to see every single one of your expressions as he hit deep inside you, wanted to see the way your face changed as he hit that spot that made your breath catch.

This sight was filthy. The two of you, tangled together, bodies slick with sweat, moving in sync. The way his jaw clenched, lips parted slightly as he watched every expression that flickered across your face, sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

Your whole body was on fire. You struggled to keep your head up, feeling it droop again. He firmly yanked it back up again, a quiet hiss of pain and pleasure spilling from your lips. You trembled beneath him, and he groaned at the sight of it, at the way you responded to him so beautifully. His pace became relentless, his hips snapping into yours with forceful precision. Every thrust drove you closer and closer to the edge.

You were shaking now, the coil inside you wound impossibly tight. Liam wasn’t far behind. You could feel it in the way he throbbed inside you, how his movements became just a little rougher, more erratic. With a gasp, one hand slipped down between your thighs, fingers circling your clit with frantic desperation.

“Just like that, love,” Liam murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “Don’t stop.”

His words sent fire racing over your skin and a sharp thrust sent you toppling over the edge. A cry tore from your throat as the pleasure crashed over you in waves, your body clenching tight around him. Your legs shook, entire body trembling as you rode it out, moans spilling from your lips, unrestrained and raw.

Liam cursed, his grip tightening as he pounded into you through your release. The way you clenched around him had his own control shattering in an instant.

“Fuck” His voice broke as he buried himself deep one last time, warmth flooding inside you as his body tensed, the most heavenly sound leaving his lips. You managed to open your eyes and were met with his beautiful face screwed up in sheer pleasure as he rode out his orgasm, a face you knew you’d never forget.

For a moment, neither of you moved, caught in the lingering aftershocks. Then, slowly, he slumped forward, his sweat-damp forehead resting against your shoulder, breath hot and heavy against your skin. He stayed there for a few moments, catching his breath before pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to your shoulder.

Your eyes meet in the mirror again. Liam was still breathing hard, hair disheveled, his skin glistening with sweat. But there was a lazy, satisfied smile on his lips, his blue eyes dark and hazy.

After catching his breath, he slowly pulled out of you, groaning softly at the feeling. You immediately miss the warmth and weight of him deep within you.

Liam stepped back slightly, regaining his balance, his gaze dragging over you through the mirror. You looked thoroughly wrecked and judging by the glint in his eyes, he was damn proud of that. You straightened, stretching and feeling the soreness in your limbs from being bent over a bathroom sink for so long.

“Looks like your dick still works,” you teased.

Liam let out a deep, amused laugh, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, it certainly does.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as he tucked himself back into his pants.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the grin spreading across your face. “Am I forgiven then?” you question, batting your eyelashes for good measure.

Liam hummed, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “I suppose you are,” he said, amusement lacing his tone.

Then, before you could respond, he stepped in closer and dipped his head, placing a light kiss against your jaw. His lips barely ghosted over your skin before he murmured, voice low and promising.

“But you’re not getting off easy next time.”

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This was just for fun but I'll probably write about Noel next :)

#liam gallagher x reader #liam gallagher x you #liam gallagher #oasis #oasis band #liam gallagher fic #90s liam gallagher #i am plagued by visions

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putmeinmoviebaby · 5 months ago

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I spot the man in front of me; he was drinking a bottle of beer. The pub was completely empty. It was a cold Friday, and the weather outside was simply dreadful. The man had light eyes, a striking blue, paired with thick eyebrows. His face was something memorable to look at.

I barely noticed when his eyes caught me looking. His face was now fixed on mine, and the feeling of embarrassment quickly overwhelmed me, making me look away. This caused him to let out a soft laugh and return to talking around the table.

As I listened to the conversation in front of me, I tried to join in, attempting to forget what had just happened. Feeling the presence of the waiter approaching, I was startled to see him arrive with a bottle of beer in his arms.

"Miss, that man sitting at the table to your right asked me to give this to you." After hearing the man say this, I looked again at the table where the blue-eyed man was. He was looking in my direction, raised his bottle, and smiled at me.

Feeling a bit out of place, I just gave him a smile and thanked the waiter, who quickly left. I took a sip of the beer in front of me and returned to the conversation.

"That guy at the table won't stop staring at you," I heard my colleague in front of me say.

I gave a discreet smile before looking back at the table, where the man was laughing at something being said. "I'm going outside to smoke, I'll be right back," I said before heading to the back of the bar. Taking a pack of cigarettes from my jacket pocket, I lit one.

Before exhaling the smoke and observing the weather—the strong wind and the cold—I put my hand in the pocket of my jacket. I was startled to look to the side and see a pair of eyes watching me. His body was leaning against the wall, with a serene expression on his face.

"Could you lend me your lighter?" I heard his raspy voice say near my face.

Taking the lighter from my pocket and bringing it closer to his face, I noticed that he now had a pack of cigarettes in his mouth. His lips, full and enticing, reminded me of cherries. As he lit his cigarette, I saw the smoke slowly drift away from his face, giving me a clear view of his beautiful eyes fixed on mine.

"Do you live around here?" I heard his voice ask.

"Actually, no, I'm just passing through visiting a friend."

"Alright, because I've never seen you around here before, and I would remember if I had seen a beautiful woman like you."

Upon hearing the man's words, I laughed and rolled my eyes, his face still showing a mischievous smile.

"By the way, my name is Liam." I saw the man extend his hand to me, which I took.

“I’m Y/N,” I said with a charismatic smile.

"Nice name for a beautiful woman, makes sense," Liam said, making me want to roll my eyes again.

"Are you always like this?" I asked, looking at his face.

"Like what? Handsome, perfect and talented?"

Upon hearing his words, I laughed and gave him a light pat on the shoulder. "Obviously not, I meant vain and self-centered."

"Oh, I'm funnier, prettier, and so much more. Don't you think, darling?"

"I don't know, I need to think about it. I can't come to a conclusion right now," I said, pretending to think about it while placing my hand on my chin.

"Don’t make that face, you know the truth; just accept it."

"Alright, Liam, handsome, talented, and funny," I saw him roll his eyes and laugh at my comment.

"Liam, man, I'm leaving. Guigsy is still inside. I'll see you at home." I heard the voice of the man who had exited through the bar door. He was short, his eyes were very similar to Liam's, and he wore a denim jacket.

Seeing me next to Liam, he smiled and winked in my direction. Liam turned his face towards him and began talking frantically, but the man's gaze remained on me, which made Liam hit his arm, causing him to turn his attention back to him.

"And who is this beautiful girl next to you?" I heard the man's voice turn his attention to me.

"Hey, I'm Y/N, and who would you be?" I asked, looking in the direction of the man.

"I'm the brother of this idiot here," I heard him say while patting Liam's shoulder. "I'm Noel, darling, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Don’t listen to this idiot. Aren't you leaving?" I saw Liam give his brother, Noel, a disapproving look, which Noel simply shrugged off, looked at him with an ironic gaze, put his arms in his jacket, and turned towards me.

"Darling, don't waste your time with him. You deserve something better," I saw him say to me, which made me laugh at the look Liam had when he heard his brother's words.

As I watched Noel's figure disappear down the street, I turned my attention back to Liam, who was leaning against the wall, with his hands in his hair due to the wind. His dark hair was blowing across his face, and for a moment, I envied the wind for being so close to his face.

"Would you like to come see my band's show this weekend?"

"You have a band?"

"Yes, I sing, my brother plays, along with some friends of mine. We play here on weekends," I heard his raspy voice say.

"I might try, I won't promise anything," I said, shrugging.

"You won’t regret it, darling." I saw his body moving closer to mine, his face remaining serene, with his eyes fixed on mine. "I'll be waiting for you."

"Will you be able to see me in the middle of the crowd?"

I laughed and looked back at his face, running my hand over his cheek. I saw his breath hitch for a few seconds, and his gaze followed my movements as my hand rested on his cold cheek.

"I can see those eyes from miles away, my darling." I saw a smile appear at the corner of his lips.

I let out a laugh and turn my eyes back to his face, running my hand over his cheek. I see his breath hitch for a few seconds, and his gaze follows my movements as my hand rests on his cold cheek.

"Let’s see, handsome," I say, locking my gaze onto his face, which now bears an ironic smile.

Before I could release my breath, I feel his soft lips on mine, kissing me like a sweet dream. His lips seemed to melt into mine, making me daydream.

His cold hands on my face sent shivers down my body, as if a wave of cold was sweeping across every inch of my skin, intensifying the sensation of closeness and the heat of the moment.

With the warmth and cold intertwined, it felt as if time had stopped, each second stretching and filled with an intensity that only the two of us could understand.

The End

#Liam Gallagher x You #Liam Gallagher x Reader #Oasis x Reader #Oasis fanfiction #Oasis fanfic #x reader #fanfiction

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valkierrie · 11 days ago

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ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ.

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Warning(s): (Liam Gallagher smut), swearing, alcohol.

Plot: Y/N was considered by others to be tied down by her religion. She didn't think she needed anything apart from her bible, but upon meeting Liam Gallagher, he shows her the pleasures of life she was taught was taboo and opens her up to a world of Enlightenment.

Word count: 6.4K

A/N: A story I've been dying to get out, don't worry, I will be back on the requests for the Damon girlies and the one Noel request as well as Ian Brown. This story was hell to write and even worst to edit. Enjoy.

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The chapel was packed, as it normally was on Sunday mornings. The church was bigger than most and could hold twice the size. The soft smell of freshly baked chocolate chip biscuits filled the air as worship leaders served them to entering bodies of people. I chose to sit towards the front. Not the front row, but two or three rows behind it. My own biscuit rested on top of a white napkin and set beside my Bible on the wooden bench.

As people filed, filling up the seats left and right, I wore the usual. A long-sleeved shirt tucked into a long skirt, finished off with the usual smile that was on my face when my eyes met someone else’s. There was the familiar sound of chatter as couples greeted couples and families greeted families.

Pastor Thomas took his place on the high platform, behind the large, white altar. His tall figure stood before the church, looking over all of us with an intense level of authority. Which to some extent, one could argue he had. The chatters turned to murmurs before it went to silence. He had that power. He didn’t need to speak to command a room, but when he did, everyone listened. Myself included. I admired him dearly. Always impressed with his self-control and discipline—qualities I lacked and wished dearly to grasp with the same firm hold he had on them.

“Good morning.” Pastor Thomas greeted.

There was a chorus of greetings all throughout the congregation.

“Now, today’s sermon is going to be a little different.” He glanced around at the rows of families, his face in an expression that I couldn’t quite decipher. “Let’s have our little ones onto the room next door, please.” He signalled for one of the worship leaders, who was guided the kids towards himself.

Parents ushered their small children towards the worship leader, some tinkering or fixing their clothes before nudging them towards him. He led them out of the large worship hall we were in and took them elsewhere. There were small conversations and shuffles as the transition occurred.

Pastor Thomas gathered everyone’s attention back. “Right.” He coughed. “Dear brothers and sisters in Christ—” His voice falters, as if the titles were poison at the edge of his tongue. “Though, I hesitate to call you that. Let’s not lie in the house of the Lord, you are all sinners.”

There was an echo of whispers all around the flock.

“Yes, each and every single one of you.” Pastor Thomas didn’t waver; his tone was cold and convicting. “As I am very clearly pure in the eyes of the Father, I am your shepherd, and it is my duty to make sure your souls aren’t dragged to the pits of hell.”

There was a small pause between his words, allowing us to take it all in. I wasn’t too sure I was taking it in well. I understood what he was saying, and it wasn’t anything new. He always spoke in this tone, but lately something strange had been simmering. I didn’t know how to go about it, really. I found myself doing less of the expected head-nodding and seal-clapping, instead my brow rose. I may have looked up to the man, but one couldn’t help but...inquire on his choice of words when he preached. I tried to orient myself in the way he preached, and the more I tried, the harder the feeling unsettlement settled. Even now, I was uncertain, but there wasn’t exactly anyone I could go about my thoughts with.

“Today, I bring upon you a topic that has been plaguing our youths and poisoning them, worse than any alcohol and drug in the world.” He spoke gesturally, using his hands to emphasise his point. “Fornication. Sexual intercourse before marriage.” Pastor Thomas’ hands touched the pulpit softly, though his grip was firm. “This topic isn’t up for debate, it is clear in the book, First Corinthians, chapter six, verse eighteen. You are to ‘flee from sexual immorality’ but instead today what do I see? The complete opposite. One can only wonder what our Lord in heaven and what I think about it all.”

There was silence, only sounds being made was the silent shuffling made by the movements of heads in agreement.

“Even something as small as the thought of fornication is destined take you to eternal hellfire. Unless you follow me, your fate is sealed.”

I adjusted my posture uncomfortably, moving my shoulders slowly. That last sentence felt targeted towards me specifically. Though there wasn’t any logical explanation or concrete evidence that it was, that didn’t stop my mind from betraying me. As of recently, I’ve been having... less than holier thoughts. The fleeting, unbidden thoughts. The kind that left small yet remanent wet patches on my undergarments. The yearning desire was strong, I didn’t understand why I felt this way, nor did I want to know. There was no way I was going to talk to anyone about it and risk the inevitable judgement that was to come. I couldn't. I picked up my Bible, like a sigil that was meant to protect me from the civil war in my mind. It wasn’t me anymore—the girl who found peace in a place like this. The sentiment was nothing show of a distant memory; I wasn’t so sure that I fit in anymore.

“I decree today...” Pastors Thomas set his gaze firmly on the congregation with importance, as if the following words that would come out of his mouth would become the next testimonies of the New Testament. “That as long as you abide to my words, your soul will be saved. If you don’t, don’t expect to be remembered for anything aside from choosing to separate yourself from God, after all, no one mourns the wicked.”

That was the last of what he said about it, and it left a dry taste in my mouth. Something felt wrong—something was wrong. Ironically, it felt like God was trying to tell me something at that moment. Pastor Thomas’ words covered my ears and his presence blinded my eyes. As the rest of the service went by, rather forgettably, my regard shifted to the glass windows. For what seemed like a few seconds, my thoughts drifted to what could have been, without any of it. The judgement or the expectation. The light peering through was bright, enticing, almost beckoning. Pastor’s Thomas’ words still lingered in my head as I walked home.

“You finally back to the land of the living, love?” Eliza called out as I walked into the flat. Eliza, my darling antithesis of a flatmate, laid on the sofa, feet tucked under her as she applied layers mascara over her eyes.

I sighed, removing my flats and leaving them beside the door. It took a few strides for me to reach the sofa and plop down beside her.

“How was it?” She asked, her gaze still fixed on the small mirror on her lap.

“Fine.”

“Uh, oh,” she teased, “that sounds eventful.”

“Eliza, please, save the sarcasm for another time. I’m not in the mood.”

Eliza smirked, moving her gaze from the mirror to me. “What’s going on?”

“Why do you think anything’s going on?”

“You usually have that stupid smile on your face after ev’ry church visit.”

A tired sigh escaped my lips. “Do you...” There was a flicker of hesitation in my tone. “At church today, something felt off...”

Eliza rose a brow. “What do you mean?”

“Well...” I sat up, straightening my back. I wasn’t exactly sure how to sum up what was going through my mind in simple words. “Pastor Thomas was preaching about fornication.”

“Is that what’s got your knickers in a bunch?” Eliza rolled her eyes. “I’ve told you once and I’ll say it again a million times, getting a few good shags once in a while won’t kill ya.”

“It wasn’t what he said, it was how he said it.”

Eliza adjusted her position, turning her crossed legged self towards me, her head tilting ever-so sightly.

“He was authoritative, it felt as if he was playing God—or he thought that he was God. It felt cultish.” I sighed, this time not out of tiredness, but in discord. “It’s stupid. Maybe I’m just overthinking it...”

“It’s not stupid, you’re just...curious, that’s okay.”

“It shouldn’t be like that though...right?”

“How should I know, I haven’t been to a church in years, let alone picked up a bible.” Eliza snorted.

The humour in the situation hadn’t caught up to me, Eliza could see that. She placed the tube of her mascara on the coffee table, grinning. “Tell you what—I’m going to the pub downtown with a couple mates, why don’t you come?”

“A pub, really?” I blinked.

“Hey, don’t knock it,” She laughed, using her knee to nudge mine. “A change of scenery’ll do you some good. In addition, you get to see me in ideal element—chugging down pints.”

“Of course.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. I wasn’t sure what prompted me to accept her invitation, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt, especially since it I was adamant that this was going to be a one-time thing.

Eliza squealed, pulling me into a small hug as a reluctant smile tugged at my lips.

The evening took over quicker than I had anticipated, and I found myself stood at the entrance of a dodgy building, adjusting the blouse Eliza had begged me to wear.

“If you’re not going to wear anything flattering,” She had told me, rummaging through her closet. “Then at least wear this.” She had pulled out a small white blouse. The shirt was cropped at the bottom, the neckline was a low V-neck. Not low enough to give my mother a heart attack—just low.

Eliza pulled me by the arm into the pub. The place was packed despite the size.

“I swear,” Eliza tried to speak over the other loud conversations. “It’s never this crowded, must be a match day or summat.” She pulled me through the crowd of people. Her theory might have held validity because a few—a lot of a them wore jerseys. They stood, crowded near the bar, their gazes fixed on the small TV mounted on the wall. Screams and shouts were all over.

Eliza led me to a small table towards one of the corner windows. She greeted the strangers sat there with a smile and a simple, “Alright?”

There was an ensemble of greetings returned to her.

“I brought me mate, Y/N.” Eliza nodded towards me.

The row of eyes that fell onto me felt a bit intimidating. I gave them a simple wave before taking an empty seat. Eliza began chattin’ up one of her mates. It was clearly one she was very familiar with; anyone could tell by the way she moving her hand up and down his shoulder. From how he looked like and how Eliza had described him in prior conversations, I assumed it was her boyfriend, Alexander. I sat there awkwardly, not really sure what I could’ve done. My mind was all over the place and contrary to what Eliza had claimed, this was doing nothing to help. The yelling and rowdiness of it all rendered me unable to think clearly in the sloghtest.

“I leave my seat for 3 seconds, and some bird’s already nicked it.” A voice broke my thoughts.

“Excuse me?” I turned to the side, where the source of the voice came from, only to be greeted by a tall bloke. He stood with a lanky build, and short, shaggy, dark hair. He had a light blue jersey worn over his torso; the colour was almost as blue as his eyes. A lit cigarette dangled from his lips. I couldn’t lie; he looked quite fit under the low lights.

“I said,” he repeated. “You’re in my seat.” He took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling the fumes, tapping the butt of his cigarette.

I was taken aback by the tone, and bit annoyed. “I didn’t see you sitting in it, nor did I see a name on it.”

“Got a right gob on ya, don’t ya.” He crossed his arm.

I opened my mouth, ready to say something, but whatever was about to come out of my mouth was cut short when Eliza approached. “Liam, finally. Didn’t see ya, was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.”

Liam, scoffed. “I wouldn’t show,” he mocked. “Yeah right. City’s playing United, like I’d miss that.”

“’Course, good old Liam Gallagher just couldn’t stay away.” Eliza chuckled; she turned towards me. “Y/N, you’ve met Liam, right?”

“Can’t say that I have.”

“Oh, yeah?” Liam smirked; he turned to Eliza. “You’re—uh mate here stole my chair.”

“Can’t steal something that doesn’t belong to you.” I retorted.

“That’s Y/N for ya.” Eliza shook her head, laughing. She turned towards the bar. “I’m gonna get a drink. You two want anythin’?”

“Just a pint for me, yeah?”

I simply shook my head.

“Suite yerself.” Eliza shrugged.

“You not drinkin’?”

I shook my head. “What’s it to you?”

“Nowt, just askin’.” he chuckled, pulling up another chair that was left unattended. “You’re at a bar, figured you’d get a drink or summat, but then again...” His voice trailed off, and his gaze lowered to my chest, where a small, gold, crucifix necklace laid.

“So, why’d you ask?”

“Didn’t wanna assume.” Liam shrugged. He exhaled another cloud of smoke, allowing it to curl between us. His gaze was set on necklace once more before his eyes met mine. “What brings a bird like you out here, then?”

“Stretching my horizons.” I responded light and sarcastically, placing my hands on my lap.

“Right.” He rolled his eyes, tapping his cigarette against the table. “And I’m the bloody Queen.”

“Eliza’s idea. She needs someone who isn’t pissed to take her back to the flat at the end of the night.”

“Nice thing, that.” Liam nodded, as if processing the information. “That shirt also her idea?” He nodded towards my top.

“Why d’you think that?”

“It’s actually got a neckline. Gives a blokes summat interestin’ ‘bout ya to look at.”

The statement caught me off guard, before I could respond, Eliza interrupted me once more, this time coming back with a long glass cup filled with the beverage Liam had requested, a cloud of foam overtaking the top.

“Cheers, love.” He thanked Eliza.

Eliza gave him a smile before returning to her other mates. Liam took sip of his drink.

“You’ve ever had one of these?”

I shook my head.

“Tragic, you’re missin’ out. This is heaven, this.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is.”

“It is,” Liam nodded in agreeance. “You should get one.”

“I don’t drink.”

“Ah, you one of ‘em proper good girls?” He smirked.

I didn’t like that question, at all. Liam could tell; the smirk grew wider. He kept going, as if getting a rise out of me was some kind of funny humorous thing. I didn’t feel like dignifying his taunts with a response. I stood up, ready to find Eliza or elsewhere to sit.

Liam’s hand caught my arm with a gentle grip. “C’mon, I’m just takin’ the piss. Fair play an’ all that.” His tone was still the same, but I could tell that he wasn’t outright trying to mock me.

“Right.” I pulled my arm away.

Liam raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, I’ll back down.”

I sat back down.

Liam smiled. “Let’s try again.” He stuck out his hand towards me. “Liam. Liam Gallagher.”

My eyes flickered from his hand to his face. “Y/N,” reluctantly, I took and shook it. “Y/N L/N.”

Liam leaned back, his grin widening. “So, Y/N. You ever head of Oasis?”

“Oasis?” I repeated, trying to figure out if the band held a place of familiarity. “I’m not sure that I have, what is it?”

Liam chuckled. “Only the best band in the fuckin’ world.”

“Is that right?” I rose a brow. “Why’s that?”

“’Cause I’m in it.” Liam stated it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“That sounds biased.”

“It’s not biased; It’s just a fact.”

That was the first thing that evenin’ that managed to get a smile out of me, I didn’t know why. His confident demeanour almost made me want to believe him. The rest of the evening went by pretty fast with Liam keeping me ‘entertained’ with stories about his band. They were unusual for sure, but somehow, they had managed to tug at the corners of my lips or made a chuckle escape my lips before I could stop myself.

By the time Eliza made her way back to me, the time was well past when I’d be in bed, and Eliza was stumblin’ about.

“That’s my cue.”

Liam nodded. I placed Eliza’s arm over my shoulders, my arm going around her waist for support, and helped her out of the pub. I wanted to say that I had a lousy time, but it wasn’t all bad.

Eliza mumbled some slurred intelligible statements in an effort to convey something, whatever it may be. For someone so tall, she was pretty lightweight. It was darker outside than a had been when we arrived, the temperature seemed to have dropped as well, the cold air hit me like a slap to the face. Almost made me regret leaving the flat without a jacket. It made sense as to why Eliza had gone without out. She’d be too out of it to complain about the cold.

We passed a strange-looking building; one I saw frequently on my way to church. It hadn’t paid much attention to it—mainly because it blended in well with the other buildings. Tonight, however, it was lit up. Coloured lights everywhere, mainly red ones. Women, many in various stages of scantily clad clothing, stood outside. Some leaned against the lamp posts while others were near the entrance or likely inside.

I paid them no mind, I had no business with them—plain and simple. As I gently dragged Eliza forward and down the street, something caught my eye—rather someone. Coming out of the building was a tall man, a woman’s arm interlocked with his. I recognized him immediately, and holy fuck.

Pastor Thomas.

Pastor Thomas grinned as the woman pulled him forward. Their lips were moving, but I couldn’t quite make out what was being said. But from the smiles on both of their faces and the ease between them, as well as the way her face lit up with a grin when Pastor Thomas handed her a few note, it was obvious what was going on.

There wasn’t a single bible in sight.

Of course, I was aware that people had lives outside of church, but seeing him coming out of somewhere like that? There was no logical way to put the pieces together without something being wrong. I couldn’t make sense of it.

It should have been obvious what was going on, but my brain supressed the truth. My head didn’t want to allow me to get to that point of acceptance. Not yet. I almost dropped Eliza from my shock. I adjusted my grip around her waist as I quickened my pace, hoping to pass unseen. As we did, I turned back, silently praying that it wasn’t who I thought it was—that fatigue was just playing a cruel joke on me.

Pastor Thomas’ eyes met mine. I couldn’t possibly tell you what going on in his brain. His expression changed, not to that of guilt, or embarrassment, or anything of the sorts. This moment felt like a page out of Animal Farm. I didn’t recognize him. His gaze felt like a was sort of a silent threat, a challenge of sorts. One that told me that he was aware of what I had seen and dared me to say something about it. I moved Eliza and I along until we reached the flat. I fumbled with the key until the door unlocked. Kicking it open, I helped Eliza inside.

I helped her out of her shoes, taking her to her room. I wasn’t exactly sure how much she’d to drink, but I was certain it wasn’t enough to let her sleep on her back. I adjusted her position, letting her sleep comfortably on her side.

In my own room, I changed out of my clothes and into my pyjamas. As I laid on my bed, sleep just wouldn’t catch up to me. My mind was begging for a conclusion—anything. It replayed what I had seen, searching and scanning for answers and loopholes. What I saw wouldn’t suffice. Was that what God was trying to tell me?

God, I sounded crazy, getting warnings from God. Now I knew how Joan of Arc felt. Was this what I was warned about? That my pastor taught one thing and did the opposite. I was undeniably disappointed.

If he couldn’t hold himself to the standards he had set, what did that say about what I stood for?

My thoughts didn’t keep me up for too long. I wasn’t sure when I had fallen asleep, but I knew I had when my eyes fluttered open and bright light spilled into my room from the small available cracks on my shutters. I blinked rapidly, allowing my eyes to get adjusted.

In the kitchen, Eliza leaned against a counter, one hand on her temple and the other on a glass of water.

“Remind me to never drink again.” She groaned.

“That’d be in vain.” I spoke with a dry tone.

Her head lifted, a small yet weak smile on her face. “Thanks for last night. Who knows where I would’ve ended up if you weren’t there.”

“It was nothing.” I shrugged. “It’s what a friend does.”

Eliza turned so her lower back hit the counter, she took a sip of her water. “How’re you holdin’ up?”

“What?” I blinked.

“Did last night help you clear your mind?”

“No,” I shook my head. “If anything, it made things worse.”

“How?” Eliza’s brows knit in confusion; her smile was replaced with a frown. “Was it Liam? You were talkin’ to him all night—did he say summat?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

There was a hint of hesitation before I spoke.“When I was walking you back home, I saw something.”

“Really?”

I nodded.

“Okay, well tell me.”

“I saw Pastor Thomas coming out of a building—”

“Is that it? ” She blinked.

“I think it was a brothel.”

Silence.

“A brothel?” Eliza repeated, in surprise. “Are you sure?”

“I know what I saw—” I said, my voice firm. “—and I didn’t see a bible or anything.

“wow...” Eliza's mouth was still ajar from the semi bomb I dropped. “You plannin’ on going back to that church?”

“I don’t know.”

“I honestly wish I could help, really, I do.” She spoke, her fingers massaging her temple. “But this hangover is doin’ me head in.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out.”

Eliza gave me a sympathetic smile, placing her hand on my shoulder and squeezing it.

—

Days of loitering about on the sofa occurred. Times where I should have been at church, where spent in the flat, doing nothing in particular. Luckily, Eliza kept me fed and kept away anyone from the congregation who was “too curious” about my absence from the church. The weigh of it felt like a heavy rock pressing down on me.

It felt ridiculous, something so small, yet it held significance and I wasn’t sure why. Was my “belief” truly a belief if it had managed to be shaken by something like this?

“You can’t keep sitting around like this.” Eliza said, one morning.

I sat on the sofa, pulling my blanket higher over my shoulders. “Sure I can,” I argued. “I’m doing it right now.”

“You can’t.” Eliza rolled her eyes, settling beside me.

I didn’t say anything.

“If you’ve got nowt to do...” Eliza started.

I rose my brow, I knew where this was going. “No.”

Eliza’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. “You didn’t even lemme ask.”

“Didn’t have to.”

Eliza rolled her eyes. “I was gonna ask you to take me to the pub. Again.”

“No way, that was a one-time thing.”

Eliza stuck out her lips in a small pout.

“That’s not going work.”

“It works with Alexander.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not Alexander.” I turned towards her, giving her a look. “And didn’t you say you were going to stop drinking.”

“People change.” She shrugged.

“Right.” I deadpanned.

“C’mon, please.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

Eliza grinned triumphantly.

—

Eliza and I found ourself in the same place we had been. It was like déjà vu, minus the blouse. I chose to stick with clothes that came from my own closet, much to Eliza’s annoyance. The pub was tamer than it had been the other time. There were actual visible empty chairs. Eliza greeted her mates near the bar. I sat further away, not really having much interest in them.

The scraping sound of a chair being pulled back caught my attention. My gaze turned to the side, there he was again, Liam. An ever-present and cocky smirk accompanied him. “Back again?”

“Yeah, I am. You got a problem with that?”

Liam shook his head, the smirk remained as he leaned back. “Not at all, didn’t see you for a while—got worried I might of scared ya off.”

“Great, now you’ve seen me.” I deadpanned.

“I would, but it’s not as fun, y’know what I mean?”

I rolled my eyes.

“What’s got you in mood, then?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but these last few days haven’t exactly been a cakewalk.”

“Lemme guess,” Liam leaned back. “You havin’ trouble deciding which bible verse to read before bed?”

My eyes narrowed slightly. That didn’t bother Liam one bit, if anything, it made his grin wider.

“My problem isn’t exactly that simple.”

“I’m sure it isn’t.” He chuckled.

My expression remained very much the same. I adjusted my position, placing my elbow on the table and my chin on my palm.

“Y’know what’ll be bound to make you feel better?”

“What?”

“A cold pint.”

“I don’t drink.” I reiterated.

“C’mon, love, why sit and stress when you can drink and forget?”

I just stared at him. From the short time I’ve gotten to know what he was about, I learned that he wasn’t what you’d classify as Harvard-level intelligence, but he wasn’t stupid. I wanted to get out of this funk—I really did. He seemed to know what he was talking about, and Eliza always did look happy when she drank.

“...Fine.”

Liam’s brows shot up, as if he didn’t quite believe what I’d just said. “Alright.” he nodded, standing up. He went towards the bar, telling something to the bartender. The bartender handed him two glasses. Liam sat back down at my table, sliding one of the drinks towards me.

“Try it.” Liam encouraged, taking a sip of his own drink.

I did so. The taste was...unique. I’ve had alcohol before, if you count the wine they offered at church. The liquid burned my throat, it tasted bitter. After I swallowed it, a strong taste remained. I shook my head a bit.

“Atta girl,” he grinned. “You’ll get used to the taste.”

“I’m not sure I want to.”

“It’ll grow on ya.” Liam encouraged with a chuckle.

I took a few more sips of the liquid and true to Liam’s words, the bitter after taste was almost numb to me.

“Feelin’ better?”

“A bit.” I chuckled. “My head feels fuzzy.”

I leaned back, unbuttoning some of the top buttons of my shirt.

“Look on the bright side, you look fit.”

I turned my head to look at him, a ghost of a smile playing at my lips before I could stop it. Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Is that what you tell all the girls you trick into buying a drink?”

“Only if they’re fit.” Liam shrugged. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

I leaned in close; Miscalculated my move. My drink to spill right on my lap. I quickly sat the cup right side up.

“Bloody hell.” Liam burst into a fit of laughter.

I stood up quickly, causing some of the drink to spill on to the ground. I released an aggressive sigh.

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up.” I rolled my eyes. “I swear, I’m never drinking again.”

“C’mon,” Liam stood up, grabbing my arm. “I’ll help ya.”

He didn’t give me a chance to give him an answer. Eliza saw us as we passed, her brows knit, I had barely had time to register it.

Liam led to the restroom, pulling me inside after him and closing the door behind him. He picked up a stack of paper towels, dabbing them over my clothes—uselessly. his efforts did less to help than he had likely hoped. I placed my hand over his, stopping him.

“It’s alright, I got it.”

“Lemme help.” he insisted.

“I don’t think what you’re doing qualifies as help.” I giggled.

“Counts as summat.”

My shirt was tainted by the beverage. I was certain I looked absolutely ridiculous. Liam just stared at me. I wasn’t sure what expression he was conveying to me.

“What?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as if atmosphere between us was sacred.

“Go on then, tell me what’s been doin’ ya ‘ead in.” His voice was soft.

“Just stuff with my church.” I spoke vaguely, hoping he wouldn’t pry deeper.

“What happened?”

There was the hesitation again. I looked at his face for any hint of malice or insincerity, but I found none. With a sigh, I spoke. “My pastor preaches about abstinence before marriage, while he goes to brothels.”

Liam’s eyebrows shot up, laughter escaping from his throat.

“Shut up, it’s not funny.” I hit in the chest; Liam only laughed harder.

“Nah, it’s fuckin’ hilarious.” He grinned, wiping the corners of his eyes. “A brothel—now I’d pay good money to see that.”

My eyes narrowed.

“I don’t see how that would bother ya.”

“He’s a pastor, always goes on and on about how that kind of thing is bad then goes around and does? He’s a hypocrite.” I looked down at my hands. “I looked up to him, now I just feel stupid.”

Liam’s laughing subsided, fading. His expression fell to something softer. “Hey, c’mon, don’t say that. The tosser had no right to order you lot like that, ‘specially if he was doin’ that shit. You’re not stupid, alright?”

I looked up at him, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. The warmth of his words spread all throughout my chest. “Thanks Liam.”

Liam smiled, stepping closer. For a brief second, his eyes darted downwards to my lips, then back to my face. He just stared at me.

Then, before I knew it, his hands cupped my cheeks, pulling me close and our lips met in a kiss. A startled sound escaped my lips. My hands found his shoulders, my conditioned state yelled at me to pull back—to push him away, but I couldn’t. Liam’s hands slid down, finding my waist. His tongue had made its way inside my mouth, wrestling with mine.

He pulled away briefly, attempting to grasp as much oxygen as he could. I did the same, before I was pulled back, lips locking on to his.

The buttons of my shirt were slowly coming undone until it was completely off. Left in my bra, the cold had goosebumps slowly making their way up my arms. It was strange standing like this in front of him, but I had a feeling, an almost animalistic desire—primal. It didn’t Liam long to get his shirt off and on the floor. At the moment, there wasn’t a care in the world about how dirty they were. Liam’s hands grasp my waist firmly, his fingers digging at them. It wasn't painful, there was just a feeling of pressure.

His lips moved with mine, there was a strange sensation I felt as we moved together. I wasn’t entirely sure how to describe it, but it was...good.

Liam slowly moved me back against the wall adjacent to the one that had the sink and mirror attached to it. The cold wall hit my back softly, lips still moulding against each other. Liam’s hand held my lower back, while the other grazed my thigh, slowly rising up and under my skirt. It moved gently, there was no haste nor rush in his touch, as if he wanted to savour every second.

“You can... touch me, you know.” I told him. The brave tone in which I spoke with surprised myself. Perhaps the drink had an elixir-like effect on my brain chemistry.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I confirmed, leaning back towards him for a hungry kiss.

For once, I didn’t feel confined—trapped, that was how I felt and it felt fucking amazing.

Liam’s hand flickered upwards, a soft whimper escaped my lips. I didn’t why it did, but it did.

“Do that again.” I whispered.

Liam complied; another sound was expelled from lips. The lace of my underwear was toyed with by Liam, brushing against my entrance with a frustrating slowness.

Something between a gasp and a moan was the reaction that occurred when he slipped a finger inside. It stretched me in a way that made me shudder. The sensation felt odd—not in a bad way, just the unfamiliarity of it.

I couldn’t wrap my head around what was happening. Maybe it was the weird buzz in my head from the drink, or maybe my thoughts had been cleared and I had subconsciously realised that maybe those standards that I held myself to wasn’t how I felt anymore.

Whatever the case might have been, it felt liberating. A feeling of liberty.

Liam’s finger managed to get a hold of a spot that had my head tilting back and my vision blurred. Then he inserted another one.

“Ahh—” I gasped, my hand holding onto his shoulders tightly as his fingers thrusted inwardly. His angles changed ever so slightly, eliciting a feeling of anticipation.

I wanted—no, I needed more.

My hips bucked almost instinctively towards his hand. Incoherent babbles were all that were coming out of my mouth. Liam kissed the corners of my mouth, his wet kisses slowly trailing downwards. My breath hitched when Liam’s lips met a particular spot slightly above my collarbone.

I could feel a smirk forming against my skin. Cheeky bastard.

One particular thrust of Liam’s fingers made me jump, sending an intense feeling throughout my entire body. It felt as if I was having a heart attack, but without danger. My heart was racing, palpitations sending heavy vibrations throughout my body. The rate of my breathing increased rapidly, rising and the decreasing as the foreign, yet satisfying, feeling went away.

Liam’s fingers pulled away gently as the intensity slowly dissipated.

“You good, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I panted.

“Good.” Liam’s hand remained on my back.

Liam’s face came close to mine once more until our lips met once more. His hands rose to my upper back, fumbling with the hooks of my bra until it came loose. The light under garment fell with ease. My hands instinctually fell over my chest. I’d never been exposed to this degree if front of anyone, it felt new.

“None of that.” He gently pulled my arm down. “You look beautiful.”

My breath hitched. His lips grazed my collarbones, going lower and lower. My hands raked him dark brown hair.

Liam reached down to undue his belt, letting his jeans fall to the floor. His length looked firm, pressing against his boxers.

His eyes flickered onto mine, as if he were silently asking me for permission. I nodded. Liam pulled me close. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I hadn’t anticipated the stretch I felt when Liam slowly pushed inside me.

I took a sharp breath, my hands squeezing his shoulders. It hurt—it did. Liam did his best to accommodate that, moving slowly.

Liam groaned softly, muttering obscenities. “Fuck...” The pace wasn’t rushed—it was slow, but steady, slowly allowing the discomfort to be transformed to pleasure.

I couldn’t believe it, genuinely. I was having sex, and in a pub bathroom no less. It wasn’t at all how Pastor Thomas had painted it out to be. This didn’t feel dirty or wrong, not at all. I felt connected, our pleasured sounds over taking the bathroom.

It was simply too much. I caught sight of Liam’s damp forehead, his hair clinging onto his forehead. His pink-tinted swollen and moist lips kissed mine with ferocity. It was hard to keep up when his hips kept colliding with mine faster and faster...

I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t think at all. I wasn’t even kissing Liam at this point, instead I gasped and moaned into his mouth.

Liam’s pace quickened. “Fuckin’ hell... Yeah—fuck, so good...” Liam moaned. With a couple more sloppy thrusts, Liam let out throaty groan, his head falling on my shoulder. An intense feeling that I could only describe as pure euphoria took over. It felt like death. A heavenly way to die. My head tipped back once more; I was releasing sounds I didn’t even know I could make. I felt a warm, liquid-like substance filling me up. As soon as Liam soften inside me, he pulled out.

As soon as he did, the liquid dripped down my thighs.

I attempted to catch my breath, and he seemed to be doing the same. “You, okay?” He asked.

“Yeah. You?”

Liam nodded.

There was a small moment of silence. It wasn’t awkward or anything, quite the opposite.

“Reckon we’re proper filthy, eh?” Liam teased.

I chuckled. “Yeah, I guess we are.”

Liam helped with me get sorted with my clothes before getting to his. His hands shrugged mine off as he buttoned up my shirt. When he finished, his hands found my cheeks again. He didn’t kiss me this time, just looked at me, as if I was someone important. Someone worth looking at like that.

My mind was racing, not with stress, just confusion. I wasn’t what this meant. Did this mean that my faith was tarnished?

I enjoyed it, I did.

What did it mean?

#gallagher brothers #liam gallagher x reader #oasis band #oasis #oasis x reader #fanfiction #liam gallagher smut #liam gallagher x you #smut #britpop #britpop x reader #liam gallagher #battle of britpop #Liam gallagher x fem!reader

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daddy-issues-galore · 25 days ago

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Are you going to write more fics about Liam/noel after fly me to the moon?

I've not really thought about it. But I'm really enjoying writing for Noel, so I probably will.

#noel gallagher #oasis noel gallagher #noel gallagher x reader #noel gallagher x you #oasis #noel gallagher's high flying birds #noel gallagher smut #noel gallagher x f!reader #noel gallagher x f!reader smut #liam gallagher #liam gallagher x f reader #liam gallagher x you #liam gallagher x reader #oasis liam gallagher #liam gallagher oasis #liam gallagher beady eye #liam gallagher smut

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bredforloyalty · 10 months ago

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go let it out - top of the pops, 2000

#siren...........#liam gallagher #oasis #x #another shitty gifset from me 2 you🩷#gifs

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imaginesbymonika · 5 months ago

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Futile Devices | Part 1

Pairing: Noel Gallagher x childhood-best friend!reader

Plot: There’s nothing quite like realizing your feelings once it’s too late. But what would life be without a speck of hope?

(1985)

You gaze at the ceiling, while soft guitar music fills the atmosphere. Outside you could hear people yell at one another, and perhaps Noel heard it too because his singing voice abruptly became a bit louder: “You’re my Coney Island Baby, you’re so precious, so sweet…” At the sound of someone slamming the door shut you involuntarily lift your head. “You’re my lucky star, that’s what you are.”

His voice is soft, or at least he attempts to sound smoother than he’s capable of being. Just last week, he managed to catch a vicious throat infection somehow. You kidded about how he got it from some girl down the block, but when he didn’t laugh about it you felt stupid. “How’s your throat?”, you ask, turning your head to get a better look at him. Noel shrugs:” You tell me.”

You nod before letting your head fall back down on the mattress. Outside the window, thick grey clouds have covered the once-blue sky, and a few tiny raindrops roll down the glass. “I hate September.”, you whisper and he quits playing. His eyes are burning holes into the top of your head:” I know. You say that every year.” “But only because every year, September manages to disappoint me.”

He chuckles before clearing his throat. He winces at the slight ache.

“Have you written anything new, yet?”, you ask, counting the small cracks in the ceiling. Three, five- eight. “Hmm, maybe.”, he replies, his fingers are tapping on the instrument. “Can I hear it?” “When it’s finished, sure.” A silence falls upon you both before Noel speaks up:” By the way, why- what did Tommy say to you?”

You quickly roll over onto your stomach:” Tommy? You mean when we stood in front of Ben’s Pub?” Noel nods, his fingers have stopped moving. It was the same bar where you and Noel kissed one another for the first time, a couple of years ago. Both of you happened to be extremely drunk that night, nevertheless not drunk enough for you to forget about it -you wondered if he had.

“He asked me for my number.”

“Oh, did he?”, a soft scoff escapes his lips, while he stares outside into the afternoon:” Did you give it to him?” There’s a newfound harshness to his voice, but it quickly disappears when he clears his throat once more. “No.”, you simply answer:” He’s not my type, anyway.”

Noel nods:” Yeah, right.” He slightly raises his guitar, until it’s back upright in his lap:” You’re my Coney Island Baby, you mean so much to me. You’re my pretty little lady.” A faded sigh escapes you before you move back onto your back. Ten, twelve, thirteen.

“Did you call Stacy back?”

He hums in response. “You know, that bird from school. Gave you her number on a cigarette.” You loathed how cool that was. And after a few moments of silence, Noel shakes his head:” Not my type, you know.”

Your eyes move down to your fingers, while they play with the corner of his beige bedsheets:” Well, what’s your type anyway?” The regret forms itself quickly in your abdomen and you swallow thickly. However, Noel merely chuckles:” I think, I need to know someone before I-, well, you know.” And you do.

“Yeah. Me too.”

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deedala · 10 months ago

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Colorwheel Timestamp Roulette ⇆ 10x11: Location, Location, Location ↳Sage + 11 for @too-schoolforcool

#shamelessedit #shamelessnet #shameless #shameless us #gallavich #gallavichedit #ian x mickey #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #debbie gallagher #liam gallagher #tami tamietti #giffed🍂#colorwheel timestamp roulette #i love season 10!!! thank you cherry <<333 #s10 #10x11 #do not repost gifs - reblogs or tumblr gif search feature only thanks!

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thelipgallagher · 5 months ago

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Fuck you, your fucking fuck 🖕

#lip gallagher #phillip gallagher #shameless #liam gallagher #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #debbie gallagher #kevin ball #lip x reader #gallagher x you #shameless x reader #smash #shameless x you #shameless oc

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biblical-chronicles · 1 month ago

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Desperation

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where the reader and Liam celebrate him going solo (and she really wants to be taken for a ride but he's in a rather teasing mood).

[18+] (!!)

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The flat was a proper state by now as the two of you celebrated As You Were finally being out in the world. You were both a bit too drunk, sprawled out on the couch, laughing at each other over nonsense only the two of you would find funny.

Liam was lounging, his legs stretched out on the coffee table, head tilted lazily against the couch. His hair was a mess, and his t-shirt was rumpled, but he looked so damn good. You’d been sneaking glances at him all night, your chest swelling with pride over everything he’d accomplished.

You sighed, a bit louder than you intended. He turned his head to look at you, a knowing smirk already on his lips.

“What’s that for, then?” he asked.

You hesitated, the alcohol in your system making your tongue a bit too loose. “Just… proud of you, that’s all.”

His smirk softened into a grin, and he tipped his beer bottle toward you. “Cheers, love. Couldn’t have done it without ya, you know.”

You hummed, not trusting yourself to say more. But the longer you sat there, watching him take another swig of his drink, the harder it became to ignore the thoughts swirling in your head. He wasn’t just talented, determined, and sharp-witted—he was beautiful. Absolutely bloody beautiful.

And the alcohol wasn’t helping your restraint.

Before you could overthink it, you set your drink down and shuffled over to him on the couch, clumsily straddling his lap. His eyebrows shot up as he let out a startled laugh.

“Oi! What’s this about, then?”

You grabbed his face, leaning in close enough that your noses almost touched. “You’re too fit for your own good, Gallagher.”

He grinned, his hands instinctively going to your hips to steady you. “Yeah? Took you this long to notice?”

You rolled your eyes, your fingers brushing through his hair. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You leaned in to kiss him, but he turned his head at the last second, your lips landing on his cheek instead. You pulled back, glaring at him as he laughed, his shoulders shaking beneath you.

“Liam,” you whined, grabbing the front of his t-shirt. “Stop being an idiot.”

“Can’t help it, love,” he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re makin’ it too fun.”

You huffed, trying to kiss him again, but he dodged you, leaning back against the couch with a cocky grin. “Not so fast. You’ve got to work for it.”

“Work for it?” you sputtered, your cheeks flushing. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he said, smirking, “here you are, throwin’ yourself at me.”

Your frustration boiled over, and in your drunken determination, you shoved his shoulders back, making him topple slightly against the armrest of the couch. He let out an exaggerated oof, laughing as you finally managed to capture his lips in a kiss.

It was messy and uncoordinated, your teeth grazing his bottom lip at one point. You could feel his smirk against your mouth as he finally started kissing you back, his hands tightening on your hips.

“‘Bout time,” he muttered against your lips, his voice still teasing.

“Oh, give over,” you mumbled, trying to keep up with his relentless teasing, but the way his hands slid up your back had your words trailing off into a sigh.

“Look at you,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. “All worked up. Proper desperate for me, aren’t ya?”

You glared at him, your cheeks burning as you tried to retort, but he leaned in, nipping playfully at your jawline, effectively cutting you off.

“Admit it,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “You can’t resist me.”

“You’re such a tosser,” you managed, but your voice lacked conviction as his lips trailed down to your neck.

“Yeah, maybe,” he said, chuckling. “But you love it.”

You couldn’t argue with that, not when his hands were sliding under the hem of your shirt.

Your fingers fumbled with the hem of his t-shirt, the alcohol making your coordination less than stellar. You tugged at the fabric clumsily, desperate to feel more of him, your frustration bubbling up when he only chuckled at your attempts.

“Christ, love,” he teased, tilting his head to look at you, his grin infuriatingly smug. “In a bit of a rush, are we?”

“Liam,” you whined, your voice thick with want and exasperation. “You’re impossible.”

“Am I?” he said, arching a brow, his hands still lazily brushing along your sides as if he had all the time in the world.

You groaned, giving up on his shirt for the moment and instead pressing yourself closer to him. His thigh was firm beneath you, and the sudden friction sent a shiver through your body. You bit your lip, your cheeks heating up as you instinctively started to move, rolling your hips clumsily against him in an attempt to find some relief.

Liam’s hands froze for a moment, and you caught the slight hitch in his breath before he smirked again, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly tone. “You’re not messin’ about, are ya?”

“No, I’m not,” you shot back, the alcohol giving you just enough courage to glare at him. “And if you don’t stop taking the piss, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” he interrupted, his grin widening as he tilted his head, his eyes practically glowing with amusement.

You didn’t answer, too focused on the sensation of his thigh beneath you, the way his hands guided your movements even as he teased you mercilessly. You felt clumsy and desperate, but you didn’t care. The heat pooling in your stomach was impossible to ignore, and Liam’s refusal to just give in was driving you mad.

“Liam,” you groaned, your voice coming out more like a plea than you intended.

“Yeah?” he replied.

“Please,” you murmured, your forehead dropping to his shoulder as you continued your movements, your breath hitching with every pass.

He hummed, the low sound vibrating through you, and you felt his lips brush against your temple. “What’s the matter, love? Thought you were in charge here.”

You pulled back, glaring at him through narrowed eyes.

“Why do you have to be such a pain?” you shot back, your voice a little shaky, though whether it was from the alcohol or the way his hands gripped your waist, you couldn’t tell.

“Me? A pain?” He tilted his head, mock innocence dripping from his tone. “You’re the one grindin’ on me like it’s your last night on Earth.”

You swatted his arm, your cheeks flushing hotter than they already were. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible?” He clicked his tongue, shifting slightly beneath you just to watch your breath hitch. “Not what you were sayin’ a minute ago, was it?”

You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically. “Why do I even put up with you?”

Liam leaned closer, his lips brushing just below your ear. “’Cause you can’t resist me, and you know it.”

“Ugh,” you huffed, your frustration spilling over as you tugged at his shirt again. This time, it was less clumsy, more determined, but he still didn’t budge, his hands catching yours mid-motion.

“Easy, tiger,” he teased, holding your wrists gently but firmly. “What’s the rush? We’ve got all night.”

“Liam Gallagher, if you don’t—”

But he cut you off with a laugh, leaning back into the couch as if this was all a game to him. “Go on, then. What’re you gonna do?”

Your reply caught in your throat, your brain too foggy to come up with a decent retort. Instead, you let out a frustrated growl, your movements against him becoming a little more frantic, desperate for any semblance of control.

Liam’s grip on your waist tightened, his teasing smirk faltering just slightly as his breathing grew heavier. “Careful, love,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “You’re gonna wear yourself out.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you’d stop being such a—”

“Such a what?” he interrupted, his lips brushing against yours, so close but not nearly enough. “Go on, say it.”

“Such a bastard,” you finished, your voice shaky as you met his gaze.

He chuckled again, his forehead resting against yours. “Maybe,” he admitted, his hands sliding down to your hips to guide your movements just enough to make you gasp.

Liam's hands on your hips were steady now as you rocked against his thigh. You could feel it building, that tight coil in your stomach, your body responding to the rhythm you’d created. The alcohol coursing through you only made it more intense.

You let out a shaky breath, your forehead dropping to his as you whispered his name, your voice trembling with need. “Liam...”

He was watching you closely now, his eyes dark and focused, the smirk still tugging at the corners of his mouth. He shifted his thigh just slightly, enough to make your head fall back with a small, helpless moan.

“Christ, look at you,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with amusement. “You’re so close, aren’t ya?”

You nodded, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt for support as you kept moving, your breaths growing shorter.

But just as the edge started to blur, just as you felt yourself tipping over, Liam’s hands tightened on your waist and he pulled you down from his thigh.

“Liam!” you gasped, blinking up at him in disbelief, your cheeks burning as small tears prickled in the corners of your eyes.

He laughed softly, clearly pleased with himself. “Bloody hell, look at you,” he said, brushing a thumb under your eye to catch a stray tear that had escaped. “Worked up over nearly nothin’, eh?”

You glared at him, your frustration boiling over. “It wasn’t nothin’, and you know it,” you snapped, though your voice wavered.

He tilted his head, his grin widening. “Oh, I know, love. Believe me, I know. But you’re actin’ like I’ve denied you oxygen or summat.”

“Because you have!” you shot back, your hands pushing at his chest weakly before falling back to your sides.

“Have I now?” he teased, his hands sliding up your thighs to rest on your hips. “Didn’t realize I had that much power over ya.”

“You’re infuriating,” you hissed, your frustration palpable as you squirmed in his hold.

“And you’re bloody gorgeous when you’re like this,” he countered, leaning in close enough that his breath fanned across your lips. “Proper addictive, you are.”

You let out a shaky breath, your tears now more from pent-up tension than frustration, as you whispered, “Then stop messing with me, Liam.”

His grin softened just slightly “Oh, love,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “I’ll stop when you’re beggin’ me for it.”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

Liam’s teasing smirk lingered, but his resolve seemed to falter when you went on to straddle him again, your head falling against his shoulder.

“Oh, alright, love,” he murmured, his tone still playful. “Can’t have you cryin’ over me, can I?”

Before you could process his words, his hands moved, firm and deliberate, pulling you flush against him. His lips crashed into yours with urgency, the kiss messy and uncoordinated thanks to the alcohol.

You let out a muffled moan against his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair as you melted into him, the earlier frustration dissolving into pure want. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, and you gasped, the sound swallowed by his kiss as his hands slid under your shirt, rough fingertips brushing the bare skin of your back.

“Thought you were gonna make me beg,” you managed to mumble breathlessly between kisses, your voice trembling with equal parts need and triumph.

He chuckled against your lips. “You already did, darlin’,” he teased, his hands gripping your waist as he shifted you closer. “Didn’t even know it.”

You groaned, your nails digging lightly into his scalp in retaliation, earning a sharp inhale from him. “You’re insufferable,” you whispered, though the way your lips chased his told an entirely different story.

“And you’re drunk,” he shot back, his grin breaking the kiss for a moment, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Clumsy as hell, too.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, trying to reclaim his mouth, but he tilted his head just out of reach, his smirk maddening.

“Alright, alright,” he teased, his voice thick with amusement. “No need to get violent, love.”

You groaned, half out of exasperation, half out of desperation, your hands gripping the collar of his shirt as you yanked him closer. “Liam,” you hissed, your tone a warning now.

His smirk faltered as he let you close the gap this time, his lips crashing into yours with a force that sent your head spinning. You moaned into his mouth, your fingers fumbling at his shirt, tugging it up but not managing to get it off entirely.

“Christ, yer keen,” he muttered, his voice muffled against your lips as his hands slid under your top, rough palms skimming up your sides.

“Don’t you dare start again,” you shot back, your words muffled. You shifted in his lap, your thighs clenching around him, which was enough to draw a sharp inhale from him.

“Bloody hell,” he rasped, his grip tightening on your hips as his lips left yours to trail down your jaw, to your neck, biting and kissing with a hunger that matched your own.

Your top was shoved up but not off, and neither of you cared. His hands found every inch of exposed skin they could, and you were just as desperate, tugging his shirt further up his chest, though it remained caught around his shoulders.

“You’re impossible,” you panted, your head falling back as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“Yeah look who’s talking.” he shot back, the smirk audible in his voice even as his mouth continued its way down your neck.

You didn’t dignify that with a response, instead grinding down against him, the friction sending a bolt of electricity through you both. His head fell back against the couch, a low groan escaping him as his hands gripped your waist tightly.

“God, Liam,” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kissed him again, your lips colliding with his in a mess of teeth and desperation.

“Slow down, love,” he murmured against your mouth, though his hands betrayed him, sliding up your thighs to grip at the curve of your hips. “We’ve got time.”

“Not enough,” you countered, your voice trembling, your fingers digging into his shoulders for balance.

His laugh was rough and low, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “You’re mad, y’know that?”

“Shut up and touch me,” you demanded, your hands sliding down his chest, taking in the warmth of his skin through the gaps where his shirt hung open.

His response was immediate, his hands finding the hem of your shorts and tugging just enough to make you gasp.

His hands fumbled with the button of your shorts, his fingers clumsy from the alcohol but determined, his frustration evident in the quiet curses that escaped his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his struggle, your own hands moving to help him, though it only seemed to tangle you both up further.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, his voice rough as he finally managed to undo the button, pushing the fabric down just enough to make room for his wandering hands.

Your laugh turned into a breathy moan as his fingers brushed against your skin. You leaned forward, your lips capturing his again in a kiss that was all teeth and urgency, your hands tugging at his shirt in a futile attempt to get it off completely.

“Leave it,” he rasped against your mouth, his hands gripping your hips as he shifted beneath you, trying to maneuver you into a better position as he kissed you again.

“Liam,” you whined, your voice barely above a whisper as you broke the kiss, your forehead resting against his. “Please, just—”

“Impatient, aren’t ya?” he cut you off, his smirk returning as he leaned back slightly, his hands still firmly on your hips, holding you just where he wanted.

You didn’t bother answering instead your fingers quickly found their way to the waistband of his joggers, clumsily tugging them down as Liam shifted beneath you to help, his grin still there. “In a hurry, are we?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, focusing on your task as best as you could, though the alcohol made your movements less than graceful. The material bunched awkwardly, and you cursed under your breath, making him laugh.

“Need a hand, love?” he asked, one brow quirked.

“I’ve got it,” you snapped, though your laugh betrayed your frustration. You finally managed to slide his joggers down enough to reveal the hard line of him pressing against the fabric of his boxers. The sight made your breath hitch, and Liam caught the look in your eyes, his smirk softening lightly.

“Go on, then,” he murmured, his hands settling on your hips, encouraging but still letting you take the lead.

You swallowed hard, the warmth of his hands grounding you as you slid the last barrier away, your fingers brushing against his skin and making him suck in a sharp breath.

Liam’s hands tightened on your hips, his touch searing as you shifted to position yourself over him. His eyes locked on yours, dark and brimming with a hunger that made your chest tighten.

“You sure about this, love?” he asked, his voice rough but sincere.

You nodded, your lips parting as you whispered, “Absolutely.”

“Good.” he muttered, his hands guiding you as you slowly sank down onto him, the stretch stealing your breath. His head fell back against the couch, a sharp exhale escaping him as you both adjusted, the connection overwhelming.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the air filled just with your shared breaths. His hands roamed up and down your thighs, grounding you as you slowly began to rock your hips. The immediate sensation was dizzying, each movement sending sparks through your body.

“Bloody hell,” Liam groaned, his hands gripping your hips to steady you. “You feel… fuckin’ perfect, you do.”

The praise made your cheeks flush, your hands bracing against his chest as you picked up the pace, your movements clumsy but eager. Liam’s fingers dug into your skin, guiding your rhythm as he met you halfway, his low groans and whispered curses spurring you on.

The couch creaked beneath you, the sound mingling with your gasps and moans as the tension built between you. His lips found your neck again, his teeth grazing your skin before he kissed and sucked at the spot, messy and wet, leaving a trail of spit behind before finally getting to your lips again.

The kiss was all tongues and teeth, his spit mixing with yours as you clung to him. He licked into your mouth, his grip on your hips tightening as you whimpered against his lips, completely undone by how fervent he was.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his breath hot against your spit-slicked lips. “So desperate, yeah? Can’t get enough, can ya?”

“Shut up,” you panted, your voice trembling, though your words carried no weight. Your movements grew more frantic, the slick slide of your bodies driving you closer and closer to the edge.

He laughed as his lips caught yours again, the kiss even messier this time. Your spit dripped down your chin but Liam didn’t seem to care, his hands gripping you like he couldn’t bear to let go. His tongue swept over yours, his teeth nipping at your lower lip as you gasped into his mouth.

You whimpered, your nails raking down his chest as you clung to him, unable to keep up with the pace he was setting. His cock filled you perfectly, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core, and you couldn’t stop the broken sounds spilling from your lips.

“God, Liam,” you cried, your voice trembling as you pressed your forehead against his, your hips grinding against him desperately.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groaned, his teeth catching your jawline before dragging his tongue over the damp skin. “So good for me, love. So fuckin’ good.”

Your body trembled as the tension built higher, your legs shaking from the effort, your breaths coming out in sharp gasps. The wet sounds of your bodies moving together were borderline obscene, your slick coating him and making each thrust even filthier.

“You’re close, aren’t ya?” he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “I can feel it—fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”

You could only nod, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation. “Please” you whimpered, not even sure what you were begging for anymore, your body trembling as you chased the edge.

“Go on, then,” he urged, his voice soft but insistent. “Let me feel you.”

The words were your undoing. The tension snapped, pleasure crashing over you in a wave that left you crying out, your nails digging into his shoulders. Your body shook as you came, your movements faltering as he held you steady, riding you through it.

“That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice low and wrecked, his lips brushing against your temple as he chased his own release. A few more rough thrusts and he groaned, his body tensing beneath you as he spilled into you, his grip on your hips slackening as the last of his strength left him.

The room was filled with the sound of your heavy breaths, the scent of sweat hanging in the air as you both came down from the high. Liam’s hands moved to your back, his touch surprisingly tender as he stroked your damp skin.

“Reckon we’ve done in the couch,” he said, his grin wide and teasing despite the flush on his cheeks.

You laughed, your head still resting on his shoulder. “Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve wrecked a piece of furniture, would it?”

“Oi, cheeky,” he shot back, though his arms tightened around you, holding you close.

As the haze of alcohol and adrenaline began to fade, you couldn’t help but smile against his skin, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “Liam,” you murmured softly, “I’m so proud of you.”

He went quiet for a moment, his lips brushing against your hair. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “You deserve this—everything.”

His grin softened, and for a moment, he looked at you like you’d just handed him the world. “Guess I’ve got everything I need right here.”

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really hope the slight wait for this was worth it ya lot, tried steppin’ me game up a bit, can’t wait for the feedback xx

need more dilf Liam appreciation on here, also hope the pair of ya whose requests I mashed together here are happy with this, love ya!

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leaawrites · 27 days ago

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Matching

Liam Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: when Liam doesn't want to match, but he also can't say no to her.

Warnings: fluff, sprinkles of angst, teasing

Wordcount: 0.8k

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He would’ve said no to anyone else immediately who proposed the idea. It would’ve never crossed his mind that people do this stuff for more than a laugh and Halloween, but when he looked at the matching outfits laid out by girlfriend for them, al neat and organized, he couldn’t believe his mind.

Her serious eyes and sweet smile waiting for an answer from him.

“I’m not doing it,” he immediately concluded, swagging over to the closet and searching for something to wear on his own.

“What? Why not?” Looking back at her as he heard the shocking tone in her voice, he noticed that her smile had also vanished, arms now crossed over her chest. Hunched back in disappointment.

She was serious, he noted, how could she be serious about something like this?

“I’m not doing this. No chance,” he said, shaking his head. “We’re meeting with the band, remember?”

“And? What about it?” Her flew over the clothes once more, not noticing the problem he had all of a sudden.

Ten minutes ago he was still laying in bed beside her, peppering her face with kisses and smiling while saying things he would never admit to the public of even thinking. For her, he was soft. But not that soft.

“If they see me like this, do you know what they’ll put me through? No chance.” He shook his head, flicking his hand.

She let out a quiet, “Oh, okay.” before turning away from him without looking at him and walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind her louder than normally.

“Fucking hell,” Liam cursed under his breath, dragging his hands down his face. He couldn’t do it, not when he knew how the other’s would react to it. His eyes flying back over the clothes left untouched. “I can’t believe you, woman.”

Fifteen minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened once more, her eyes flying over to where Liam previously stood. His body now gone from the bedroom, the telly playing some show in the living room.

Walking over the bed, she found only one outfit still laying there. Hers. Jeans, red top and her jeans jacket. All neatly laid out like before. His clothes missing.

Had he pushed them deep down into the pile forming on his side of the closet? Was he too embarrassed to even look at them again?

It was a simple match, nothing too crazy. Jeans, a sweater in the same colour as her shirt and the jeans jacket, the same as hers. They’d bought them together, laughing at the thought of matching. Back then it was fantasy, something fun to think about. But now that it became reality it seemed silly instead of funny.

Still, she put on her own outfit. She liked it, why shouldn’t she still wear it?

Slumping on the sofa, Liam was skipping through the channels. Waiting for her to be ready to go out.

“Ready to go?” he asked without looking up as he turned off the telly. Moving towards the door and picking up his jacket from where it laid on the chair. Putting his arms through the holes, he finally looked her way, the wide smile on her face evident to even the people passing by down the street.

“You’re wearing the clothes,” she stated, shocked.

“Should I go naked? Of course I’m wearing the clothes. You picked them out,” he said, pecking her lips. Ready to walk out the door before she pulled him down once more, fingers clamping around the soft fabric of his sweater. Connecting their lips once more for longer, giggling as she pictured them next to each other. Matching.

“You’re unbelievable,” she mumbled against his mouth.

A smirk widened on his face, a smug look falling over his unbothered facade. “Only for you.” Leaning in once more before taking her hand and dragging her outside. “Let’s go now.”

As another laugh escaped her mouth, he turned his head while locking the door. “What’s it now?”

“I guess we’re now matching in more than clothes.”

Blushing as she wiped the lipstick from his lips with a tissue from her purse, he shook his head in surrender.

He was that soft for her.

It came like he imagined, the moment they walked through the doors of the pub, Noel’s eyes widened. His loud laugh laced with a vicious, mocking undertone.

“No fucking way,” he laughed, eyeing the two of them up and down.

“What’s ya problem?” Liam asked while he greeted the others and sat down on one stools.

“Nothin,” Noel tried playing it off, though he couldn’t stop laughing at the pair in front of him. “Nothin.”

Liam felt her hand grabbing his in a frantic realization: maybe this was a bad idea.

“Oi, you just jealous cause you don’t have a girlfriend that’s willing to match with ya, or wha’?” Throwing an arm over her shoulder, Liam pulled her closer to his side, kissing the top of her head in reassurance.

Noel only held his hands up in surrender, knowing it was not worth messing with Liam in moments like these. Not when it came to her and he’d probably end up with a black eyes if he pushed it too far (which was easy to do when it came to his girlfriend).

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burninface · 2 months ago

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Hi Face, my video game loving friend!

Do you have any thoughts about the Gallaghers and Milkoviches playing Mario Kart? What do you think their go to characters would be?

Hi Sarah!! Thanks for the ask and omg I finally answered your ask! Sorry for the super delay…>< here I am!!

And yes I always have lots of thoughts about their gaming characters! But I only played mario kart on wii back when I was still in primary school and had played mario kart 8 on my bestie’s switch once or twice, and I don’t know the most of game terms in English, so I watched some videos and checked up wiki for reference. Hope I didn’t get anything wrong😵!

Ok so first, I tend to think that the first mario kart game for milkoviches will be Mario Kart: Super Circuit, cause teen Jaime or Colin would steal a GBA for fun (which was soon pawned by Terry, the younger siblings only got to watch them play). But for the Gallaghers it is more likely to be Mario Kart Wii, when Lip and Ian became teenagers and they got one from some dead people’s house. And of course they’ll play mario kart 8 for family entertainment after season11 hehe

And for their go to characters and in game personalities, here’s my thoughts:

Fiona: I don’t think she was very interested in video games nor she had time to play? But she’d join her siblings occasionally. She usually just picked a random character and played it as a driving game, using items once she got them and just vaguely knew what can they do.

Lip: He is definitely the kind of player who plays to win. And he’s also the only one who will change vehicles depends on the maps and pay attention to the stats of characters and vehicles. He knows a lot of game tricks and shortcuts, and will change his strategy to better counter his siblings (and later mickey, but at the time he would be too busy to deal with parenting and had no time to study the game like he used to do). His favorite character would be Donkey Kong, because he’s kinda meta in both mkw and mk8 (ok, I’m actually not very sure about this). And later for mk8 he liked Waluigi too, for the same reason. And sure, he prefers bikes than karts (his favorite bike is Flame Runner).

Debbie: She didn’t play video games much but different from Fiona, Debs has a gift in gaming. She figured out the best combo of characters and vehicles naturally, and found the playing tricks without playing much. She even won Lip sometimes, but her permanent enemy number one is Carl. Her game skills were better than him, but not her luck on items, especially when she was countering Carl. They keep recording the score between them from mkw to mk8 (it’s really close). Debbie’s favorite characters are Peach and Toadette, after Franny was born, she started to like Baby Daisy too, ‘cause she looks exactly like her baby girl.

Franny: Her favorite character is Dry Bones (She thinks they are cute), Yoshi (just like her uncle) and Inkling Girl (she plays Splatoon too!). And after watching The Super Mario Bros. Movie, she thought Peach is really cool too. Her uncle Mickey suggested she choose Tanooki Mario (raccoon suit Mario) to chase her uncle Ian once, they giggled together the whole game.

Carl: When Carl was younger, he thought Mario Kart was a game about speeding and crashing, so his to go character was Bowser. He liked to crash his siblings’ karts but soon found that he couldn’t touch them if he always fell behind. So, in order to crash more karts, he began to study how to drive faster. Then he found many shortcuts to facilitate him to chase up, and also found the fun of using items to attack others. And his favorite character became Wario and King Boo. Dry Bowser was cool to him, too. Carl’s a lucky player who always got nice items, but his game skill was not that good (he is more like a fps/fighting game player to me). And yes he seems Debbie as his biggest enemy in Mario Kart as well. Carl was also the best Gallagher in the ballon battle mode.

Liam: Liam is the one who always deliberately falls behind at first to get better items and prevent clashes, but suddenly boosts up at the last round and becomes one of the top 3. Just when you see the finish line and think you are winning, Liam will come from behind and silently drive past you. Liam is also the only one who will search for gaming tips as reference (Lip was too proud to do that). He always chooses Toad as character but his favorite one is Shy Guy, sometimes he uses his mii character too. He plays splatoon too!

Ian: idk why but my first impression is Ian will always move his whole body when playing video games, so for mkw, he always keeps tilt controls on while playing games and tilt his upper trunk sharply every time his kart drift. His favorite character is Yoshi, cause the cute dinosaur seems friendly and is easy to play. And later for mk8, he likes to use Villager (‘cause he seems like an Animal Crossing player) and mii with Mickey’s appearance (by pie @gallapiech) too. He knows the common tricks of the game and some of the shortcuts (learned from Lip) by experiences. Somehow Ian was always attacked by others unexpectedly (mainly by Carl and Mickey, sometimes Debbie when they trying to crash the other player, and by everyone when they use items trying to take down another player). His favorite item is Bullet Bill and every time he falls behind, he’ll keep praying for one in low voice (and he’s kinda jealous that Carl always got one). He is also the only one who will slow down a little to safely dodge all the obstacles on the track (that’s how he found that his crush and later his boyfriend and ex and husband looks exactly like a goomba).

It's another story when he plays against with Mickey though. They’ll physically harass each other, and since Mickey will always find him among all the players and use items on him deliberately, Ian has to become more aggressive to fight back. They always got place 11th and 12th in multiplayers game due to it (they still like to compete for the 11th tho, and winning the other one def feels better than be the winner of the game). Not only once Ian said they better play separately but the family love when gallavich play as a duo because that means easy win to them.

Mickey: Mickey’s favorite character would be Wario and Dry Bowser, because duh, he loves being a big bad guy (and Bowser looks a little dumb in his opinion). And later when he found out that Ian isn’t good with raccoon, he liked to use Tanooki Mario too. From all the Gallaghers and Milkoviches, Mickey is the best at using items. He was good at aiming other players, prejudging their movement, as well as calculating when to use boosting items to make the best use of them. He was also good at remembering shortcuts and mastered stealing others’ items (he mastered stealing in Ballon Battle too). But compared to winning the whole game, Mickey was always focusing at winning one people. Just, not letting someone to win is more fun to him.

While playing against Ian, his favorite things to do is waiting for him in front of items and driving sideways to eat all items up when Ian arrives, and bumping into him from time to time (in game and out game). He’ll use all the items on Ian (and he always accidently steps on the banana he set before because he is too focus on his lover). But every time when Lip is in game too, the highest priority will become “not letting Lip win” (and if Ian wins Lip, "that counts my win too ‘cause we are fuckin’ husbands").

Mandy: When Mandy was younger, she’s a Toadette/Daisy player, but later her favorite character had changed to Mario and Luigi (‘cause they are man with big nose?). Mandy’s gaming skills are quite alike to Ian, which makes them a perfect gaming duo. Her favorite item is super star (since all his brothers like to use items on others). She like to use physical harassment while gaming just like all the Milkoviches. Later for mk8, she got her love for Daisy back because she’s comfy to use. She also likes Link (“yeah he’s def the most handsome one”) and Isabelle (she plays Animal Crossing too, but not much as Ian, they often visit each other’s island).

Iggy: Surprisingly, unlike on other things, Iggy really have brain for video games, even Mickey had learned tricks from him. Iggy is the kind of player who can’t explain why he’s this good at the game, but he’s just good. He’s also lucky in game (and he believes the unluckier he was irl the luckier he will be in games), always gets the good items and dodges the attack from others. His to go character must be Waluigi, and he was one of the members who voted Waluigi to appear in the Super Smash Bros. He also loved Rosalina, she’s his first video game crush. But he’s too afraid to let Terry found out he’s using female characters in game so he never played as her back then (and he’s still confused about how’s that ”faggy” if you like a female character so you play as her just to gaib her more screem time). After mk8 came out, his favorite character became to Iggy (“Yo losers, none of you can play as yourself in game except me”).

And a little bonus about Sandy: I think she’s kinda like Debbie, has a gift for Mario Kart but not really interested in this kind of game, and unfortunately, she had never played against with Debbie in games (they didn't have time to). She likes to play fps games better and duos with Mickey sometimes (they play fps irl too lol).

Another bonus: young Milkoviches playing Mario Kart Wii!! (yeah I know mkw was released in 2008. But I just want chibi Milkoviches to play together🥺

Bonus after bonus that kinda digress: while I was writing the answer, Mario Kart Toys were back at McDonald's. I ordered happy meals for the toys and then started to think… Mickey is likely to be one who order happy if the toy in it is really cool to him. But he doesn’t want others to know he orders happy meal (even when he was kid) and he really doesn’t like the milk in it (other things are okay), so he always found another one to order happy meal for him and to steal their coke…

At last… sorry for let you waiting for so long Sarah…! Thanks for the ask again and hope you like the answer<3 I really love to imagine them playing video games🥰

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putmeinmoviebaby · 3 months ago

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I’ve felt used so many times in my life, like everyone around me was taking advantage. I just wanted them to stop seeing me as a "little girl" and see me as more mature.

Despite my efforts to show this maturity and ability, it seemed like no one noticed. At that exact moment, hopping from party to party in Hollywood, I only felt emptier inside.

"Miss Y/n, would you like another glass of wine?" – I hear the waiter’s voice, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, please," I say, extending the glass in his direction.

Being an actress has its good and bad moments; having to attend all kinds of parties to bring publicity to your name is one of them.

People around don’t care much about whether you're polite, hard-working, or intelligent. The only thing that matters to them is beauty; if you’re beautiful in their eyes, you’ve already won.

Right then, I found myself at one of these parties, in an expensive dress, trying to look perfect. I had to laugh at the men’s jokes and run my hand through my hair, trying to play the doll.

Tired of that whole atmosphere, I was sitting on a sofa in the back of the room, with glasses scattered on the table and a lit cigarette between my fingers.

Looking to the side, I see a tall man with blue eyes and mature skin, short hair. He was walking toward the empty spot beside me.

"Would you mind if I sat here?" – I hear the man’s husky voice, close to my face.

I turn to look at his face and shrug, signaling for him to sit. He settles beside me, holding a pack of cigarettes in one hand. His long fingers place a cigarette in his mouth.

"Could you lend me your lighter, darling?"

I take the lighter from my pocket and bring it to his face to light the cigarette. His face was striking, with thick eyebrows and intense blue eyes. He cupped his hands around the flame, lighting the cigarette between his lips.

I see his eyes scan my face, observing every detail – lips, eyes – tracing over my entire face.

I felt a chill run through me, the wind brushing against me on that cold and cloudy night.

"Aren’t you cold? It’s freezing out here, love," I hear his husky voice, close to my face."

I feel a warm, soft touch on my shoulders and realize he had placed his jacket over me.

"You didn’t have to, I was fine." – I say, avoiding his eyes.

"You were shivering all over, love." Hearing his words, I feel my face heat up, growing embarrassed.

"Do I know you? Are you a model by chance? Maybe you know my son, Lennon; he’s a model," – I hear the man’s voice as I see smoke leave his lips. "Talented kid, takes after his father, obviously," – he says with a laugh.

"Actually, no, I’m an actress. I’m currently working on a project with Tarantino," – I reply, looking at his face. "Although I have seen Lennon walk the runway once."

"So you’re Liam Gallagher?"

"Yes, the one and only." He laughs as he says this.

I didn’t recognize you; you look different from the last time I remember." – I say, looking into his eyes.

"Yeah, age catches up more and more each day, I’d say."

"You look great; you seem young," – I reply, looking at him, seeing those eyes watching me intently.

"Thank you, darling. You look beautiful tonight."

Liam leaned closer, and the smile on his lips showed he noticed the way I looked at him. His blue eyes examined me intently, a direct and unhurried gaze that seemed to see beyond the surface.

"So," he said with a slight smile, his eyes never leaving mine, "you don’t really seem like someone who feels comfortable at parties like this. Or am I wrong?"

I gave a slight smile, tossing my hair to the side and holding his gaze firmly. "Let’s say this party doesn’t have much to offer me, besides a few glasses of wine and… some interesting conversations."

He leaned in slightly, resting his elbow on the sofa and moving a little closer. "Interesting?" – his voice was low, husky, as if challenging me to continue. "And how am I doing so far?"

I studied him, holding his gaze with a confidence that seemed to surprise him. "I’d say you’re still in the testing phase, Gallagher. But I have to admit, you’re piquing my curiosity."

He smiled, the kind of smile only someone accustomed to attention would give – confident, but with a touch of mystery. "Well, I’m glad to know I’ve at least earned your curiosity," he replied, keeping his voice soft and his gaze fixed on me. "But I didn’t come to parties like this just to be tested."

I leaned in his direction, feeling the tension between us grow. "Oh, really? Then tell me, what do you hope to find here?"

Liam kept his intense gaze, as if carefully weighing each word. "I hoped to find something... out of the ordinary. Someone who, like me, sees beyond appearances and all the theatrics."

I let out a light laugh. "So, you’re looking for authenticity in the most superficial place in Los Angeles?" – I teased, still holding his gaze, not backing down.

He shrugged, with a smile of someone who loves a good challenge. "Believe it or not, sometimes the most unlikely places hold interesting surprises." He leaned a little closer, his blue eyes fixed on mine, and I felt the atmosphere around us change, as if the party noise gradually disappeared. "And you, what are you looking for, then?"

I crossed my legs and settled into the sofa, savoring the moment, unhurried. "Something similar, maybe. I’m tired of living the same kind of night, with the same people, the same conversations." I paused, seeing the gleam in his eyes intensify, and added, "I guess I’m also looking for something out of the ordinary."

Liam nodded slightly, a satisfied glint in his eye. "Interesting... Seems this tedious party had a surprise in store for me, after all." He leaned a little closer, his face just inches from mine. He exuded a mature confidence, as if he understood the game between us but wasn’t rushing the next move.

"The luck is all yours, then," I replied, in a light tone but with a challenging smile. "Not everyone here is ready for a conversation that goes beyond the surface."

He laughed, with that easy smile that seemed to carry stories that didn’t need words. "I’ll take that luck. But, who knows, maybe I can do something to prolong it a bit," he said, while keeping his gaze locked on mine, not looking away. "Want to go for a walk? I think we both deserve something different from what this party has to offer."

I analyzed him, still feeling the intensity of his gaze on me. "Tempting proposal, Gallagher," I said, letting a smile slip. "Maybe that’s exactly what I need."

He smiled and stood up from the sofa, making me follow him. As we approached the exit, I felt his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.

Reaching the exit of the large mansion where the party was happening, Liam asked the valet to call a cab.

"Would you like to go to my apartment? It’s not far from here," I say near his ear.

"You decide, darling," I hear his voice as he runs his fingers along my cheek.

The cab stopped in front of us, and Liam opened the door, gesturing for me to enter first. I got in, and he followed, settling next to me. The small space between us in the back seat felt intense.

As the cab drove along the road, the silence was comfortable but charged with expectation. Liam put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me slightly closer to him. I felt his presence, his distinct scent, and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to capture that feeling.

We arrived at my apartment. I got out of the car, and when I looked back, he was already beside me, so close I felt his breath as he leaned in slightly, as if the air around us was filled with possibilities.

We went up to my floor, and when I opened the door, the calm of the apartment seemed to envelop us. Liam took a few steps inside, observing the place, while I left my purse on the entry table. The tension that had existed between us since the party seemed to grow with each second.

He turned to me, approaching slowly, until we were face to face. His hand found my face, sliding through my hair as his eyes watched me with a silent intensity.

"So, this is where you hide from the world?" – he asked, with a slight smile on his lips.

"This is where I try to be myself," I replied in a low voice.

Liam moved closer, his fingers tracing a gentle line along my face, moving down my shoulders and lightly pulling me toward him.

He leaned his face toward my neck, and his lips trailed repeatedly along my shoulder, drawing sighs from me that traveled through every fiber of my being.

He slid his fingers over my face and, without saying a word, moved closer once more, his lips brushing against mine, in a light, slow touch, as if wanting to make that moment last forever.

As he pulled back slightly, his eyes held an intensity that seemed to promise something beyond that moment. "You realize we’re just beginning, don’t you, love?" – he said, with a smile on his lips.

I smiled back, letting myself dive into that feeling, not worrying about what would come next. "Maybe that’s exactly what I was looking for without knowing it," I replied, letting my gaze express what words couldn’t.

He laughed softly, with that confidence that intrigued me so much. "Then let’s see where this takes us, darling," he murmured, his fingers still entwined with mine.

The End

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valkierrie · 1 month ago

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Warning(s): Smut(Filthy Liam Gallagher Smut for consumption). Oh, and also cursing.

Plot: Y/N, Is finally ready share an intimate moment with her boyfriend.

Word count: 2.3K

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Tonight was the night.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, taking in my appearance in the lacy black lingerie I had bought a week prior.

The lingerie was my best friend, Sam’s, idea. She’d been surprised when I confessed that I hadn’t yet done the deed with Liam. Sam told me that she wasn’t sure which was more surprising, Liam’s self-control or that Liam hadn’t dumped me sooner.

The furthest we had ever gone was giving each other hickeys here and there. I could always tell that Liam was holding back and it was eating at me that I couldn’t grow a pair and just shag my boyfriend.

Tonight was going to be different.

I pulled on my silky bathrobe above the set, with one last look in the mirror, I stepped out of the bathroom. The time was a quarter past nine, there was only a couple minutes until Liam would be home. I busied myself with a mag that laid haphazardly on the kitchen island. I sat on one of the stools, reading the latest story. It was a rubbish gossip column about some model rumored to be indulging in cocaine and heroin. It did nothing to ease my nerves and it didn’t take long for them to crescendo into overdrive when I heard the jiggle of the doorknob. The door opened and shut a few seconds later, it was followed by the sound of shuffling, likely Liam removing his shoes and jacket.

“Love!” Liam called out, his familiar accented voice booming in the flat.

“In here!” I responded, quickly adjusting the bathrobe as well as my hair.

There he was. Liam found me in the kitchen-dining hybrid area. He had a soft grin on his face. He looked every bit like the handsome bloke I had fallen hard for. I was at a loss for words, as I normally was when I was around him. He didn’t have to do anything. He could be breathing, and it’d be the sexiest thing.

He placed a semi-rough kiss onto my warm lips. He was alcohol-scented and had the taste of cigarettes at the tip of his tongue.

“I missed you.” His tone was gentle, and he looked at me with those beautiful baby blues.

“Long day?” I asked, intertwining his hands in mine.

“That doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He sighed heavily, wrapping his arms around me. “Right now, all I want right now, is to be with you.”

I smiled tenderly, pulling him by the collar into an embrace that had my lips begging for more. I could feel his hands rising to cup my face. My hands fell onto his waist, holding it. Strangely, it was my favorite place to hold him during moments like these.

Liam pulled away, staring at my face with a loving gaze before his eyes fell onto my attire. I wasn’t in my usual pajamas. By pajamas I mean, one of Liam’s oversized sweaters and my knickers.

His brows furrowed. “What’s with the robe? You about to shower or summat?”

“I—uh—um,” I stuttered, clearing my throat. My hands felt clammy and moist, my cheeks heating up. “I wanted to try something with you tonight.” My voice was quiet, almost whisper-like and my eyes averted his gaze. My heart was palpitating, and it was only going faster.

“What did you wanna try?”

I didn’t answer, instead, I untied my robe and let it fall to the floor. There was silence, my eyes flew back at Liam’s stature. He was frozen, like a statue. His mouth was ajar, his ears slowly going red.

“Fuckin’ hell.”

The insecurity crept in, he wasn’t doing anything, he just stood there. Was I that sexually appalling that he couldn’t bare to come near me or even touch me?

I bent down and picked up the robe, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “But we don’t have to...”

Liam was dazed, unable to pry his eyes off of me. “I think I’d die if we don’t.”

He moved closer to me, taking my hands in his, removing the robe from my hands, letting it fall to the floor once more. He pulled me close, giving me an intense kiss. I felt my lips swell at the ferocity of it all. It wasn’t like we hadn’t ever kissed like this before, but something about the way he was doing it at the moment made me feel a type of way. My hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer and closer despite there being no more space.

I pulled away, panting heavily. “I wanna do this with you—I want you, right now.”

Liam grinned, his nose rubbing against mine. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I reaffirmed, my lips finding his once more.

As we kissed, Liam gently lifted me up, his lips never separating from mine. My legs wrapped around his waist. Liam led us to the living room, and in true Liam Gallagher fashion it wasn’t done without bumping into things and him almost dropping me. A soft giggle escaped my lips as Liam laid me on a sofa, slowly mounting above me. For a moment Liam didn’t do anything, he just stared at me.

“What?”

“Nowt. You’re just—you’re so beautiful.” His hands cradled my face, almost as if I were a delicate porcelain doll.

My heart ached, but it was in the best way. The way he looked at me, the way his eyes racked over my body, not in an odd way, but in an endearing manner, as if I were the Mona Lisa.

Liam peppered wet kisses on my shoulder, scavenging for that familiar spot that made me squirm as he slowly removed the lace undergarments. My breath hitched when his lips made contact with that spot. The intimate throbbing feeling I had felt between my legs all those other times had returned with a vengeance, as if it were getting revenge on me for ignoring my needs.

As the lingerie went lower and lower, so did Liam. His lips attached to my breast as he nipped and sucked. Despite the pleasure, my body quivered. Liam’s hand went behind my back, holding me in place. I whimpered at the sensation of his mouth at my nerves. My hand flew to his dark hair, trying to tell him to keep going. I wouldn’t have used my voice if it wasn’t subdued by me biting my lips in an effort to prevent myself from being too loud.

“So fuckin’ fit.” Liam muttered, turning his attention to my other tit.

The feeling I felt was truly something that couldn’t be put into words. I could feel his hand slowly inching towards that spot between my legs. Liam tore his attention from my chest and brought it back to my face.

“Can I touch you here?”

I shuttered, nodding. “Yeah.”

Liam smiled and tied his lips back onto mine. His hand reached my mound, and his fingers rubbed, releasing a chorus of moans and whines. My hips bucked up, yearning for more of his touch.

“Someone’s eager.” Liam teased.

When his finger plunged in, I was sure I saw stars.

“Liam... so good.” I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut.

“Feels good, yeah?” I didn’t need to open my eyes to know that he had a cocky grin on his face.

“Mhm.” I nodded, unable to form coherent words.

Another string of moans escaped my lips as his chubby fingers went in and out of my folds. With each plunge, he went deeper and deeper until he was knuckle-deep. My legs were trembling from the overwhelming sensation, my mind was empty, and I was sure I had lost the ability to speak at that moment. My breathing was sharp. Then it happened. The intense sensation and pressure that had been building up was finally released. With a final cry and moan of his name, I came into Liam’s hand. For a few seconds I was lost in the sensation.

My rapid breathing had calmed down and was back to normal. Liam placed a chassed kiss on my forehead.

“You alright?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

I nodded, smiling at his caring manner.

“Your turn.” I felt my confidence increasing and after what Liam had done, I wanted to give him something in return.

Before Liam could say anything, I flipped him over, placing myself over him as I straddled him. I pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it on the ground. My lips found his collarbone. Liam released a soft groan as I grinded my hips forward against a growing bulge.

I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing, but Liam’s sounds were encouraging. I caught his lips into an embrace that left me breathless. My hands flew to his trousers, pulling them down. I got off of him, kneeling before him and pulling his trousers down all of the way. His bulge pressed against his boxers, an inviting dark patch making my cheeks redder than they had been. I kissed his hips, slowly pulling down his boxers, wanting the moment to last as long as possible. Liam groaned in pleasure.

“Bloody tease.” He muttered.

I was met with his shaft, and was a bit intimidated by the size, but the thought of making Liam feel as great as he made me feel. I took the length in my mouth, feeling Liam twitch slightly upon contact. A low gutted groan escaped his lips. “Fuck.”

I started off slow, applying a steady pace and pressure, unfortunately, my hair kept falling in my face and getting in my way. Liam took hold of it, pulling it back. My head bopped up and down as I tried, desperately, to take more and more of him, but my Pharyngeal reflex made it impossible. I gagged when his length hit the back of my throat, my eyes growing wet. I felt a slight tug at my hair.

“So impatient,” Liam taunted, smirking down at me. “slow down.”

His attempts to further tease me were squashed when I slurped some more and sucked harder, stroking his sensitive skin. I could feel his thighs stiffen beside either side of me, his breathing had gone rapid and erratic. I was excited, excited to make his feel good—an immense and satisfying amount of gratification. Dismayingly, he stopped me, pulling away.

“Stop.” He said, trying and failing to catch his breath, pulling away.

A look of confusion etched itself on my face. “What happened? Did I do something?”

“No.” Liam panted, shaking his head.

He took my hands, pulling up to sit beside him on the couch. “I want you.”

“You have me.”

“No. I mean I want you inside—I want us to... y’know.” His eyes drifted downwards to my nude form.

His implication wasn’t lost on me. My cheeks flushed crimson.

“Is that okay?” Liam asked, his voice delicate—in a way few were ever permitted to see. His eyes gave way for seriousness, as if my answer for something life changing.

This was what I wanted and there was no way in hell I was going to deny myself this opportunity like before.

“Yeah, absolutely.” I smiled, grasping his face in my hands.

Liam pushed me down on the couch, scaling up my body. He nipped at my collarbone and upper breast before he aligned himself to my womanhood. Simultaneous gasps and moans escaped out lips. The stretch was sensual but also excruciating. My face contorted to that of one in pain. I was certain that Liam took notice, he had stopped moving.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah...just wait a minute.”

It took a few seconds to adjust and get used to the extension, when I figured he could move, I didn’t waste a single moment in telling him.

“Okay, I’m okay now.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded, pulling him down for a wet, sloppy and filthy kiss. Liam took that opportunity to thrust himself, going deeper and deeper when he went back in.

“Fuck, love.” Liam moaned in my mouth. “Bloody fucking brilliant, you are.”

The praise made me groan, adding to the pleasure that had overtaken the pain. A feeling of anticipation was building up between my legs, I could see those stars again.

“Don’t stop, Liam. D-don't...stop.” I panted.

Liam’s pace was increasing and growing sporadically, hitting a spot that made my eyes roll to the back of my head with each thrust. I could feel myself growing tighter and tighter, my legs encircling his waist. I could feel Liam’s member twitch from inside me as he chased his bliss. My moans were growing louder and louder as the anticipatory feeling was getting closer and closer. Liam’s few final thrusts went in harder, hitting my pubic bone.

“F-fuck. I fuckin’ love you.”

The moment those three words left his lips; I was caught off guard. Before I could say anything or ponder on it some more, my orgasm hit. The feeling hit harder than the earlier one. For a moment, our rapid breathing rhythms were coordinated. I could feel his phallus soften from inside my glans. When Liam caught his breath, he pulled out, lying beside me. He left a soft kiss on my forehead. When my mind had finally allowed me to process it, I was taken back to what Liam had said.

“I love you too.” I told him.

“What?” Liam queried.

“You told me you loved me...I love you too.”

Liam offered me a tender grin, placing his arms around my waist and pulling me close. There was a moment of silence between us. It wasn’t awkward or anything. It was one of those moments when words didn’t need to be said in order to express how we felt.

It only took two seconds, per usual, for Liam to break that silence.

“So, what brought this on, then?”

“I was ready and I couldn’t think of anyone else to do this with.”

Liam gave me a gently smile, kissing my forehead.

“The lingerie was Sam’s idea.”

“Sam, eh?” Liam rose a brow. “That same Sam that you told me burned water last week?”

I shrugged. “Sam’s an enigma. She’s like a broken clock, offers truth once in a while.”

“Be sure to thank her this once for me.”

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