I Could Die Happy If I Simply Sat On His Lap. Just Saying 😋🤭

“Live forever (but not without me)”

Where the infamous Liam Gallagher meets a journalist so intriguing but also can’t seem to put down his arrogant attitude down, driving them both madly in love.

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She had known who Liam is, she met him about a week ago in a dimly lit pub. The smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke filled her nostrils.

she remembers seeing him for the first time with his icy blue eyes going back and forth between her and the blonde girl under his arm.

His pink lips were slightly parted, she could have easily forgotten him if it wasn’t for his obnoxious big mouth.

he had came by to grab a drink by the bar, seeing me sitting on the stools as I nursed my drink.

Liam arched a brow, taking her in. "Alright love?"

"Alright" she muttered, he knew her as a journalist.

Noel had mentioned her before describing her as an "ungrateful, loud mouth, good to nothing writer".

mostly because he was in a bad mood already.

"Came to write bollocks 'bout me?" he asked snarky, a smirk appearing across his face.

with a sign she replied back "No need, you write about yourself every single time you open your mouth."

A laugh erupted from his lips before he could even register what she had said.

“Got some bite, don’t ya?”

He took a sip of his G&T and continued blabbing about, “So did you come to write about me or not?”

Finally she turned her head to look at him “You assume a lot huh?”

Slowly a cocky grin formed onto his face. “Only if I’m right”

“Right.”

“So, tell me…what’s it like bein’ next to the most fascinating man in Britain?”

She exhaled a laugh at that, proper egotistical. “Dunno, haven’t met him yet.”

“Oi! And here I was, ‘bout to tell you’ve got the best eyes I’ve seen all night!” He shot back.

“You do this a lot don’t you?”

Liam shrugged “Do wha’?”

“Charm your way in, and make people forget how insufferable you are.”

He leaned in further looking into her eyes, the faint smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and his cologne making her cringe. “Is it workin’?”

For a bit she didn’t respond, mustering a reply—“don’t think so.”

“Oh well I know so, it’ll work trust me” he looked away from him and finished up the glass of G&T slamming it back down.

“Tell ya what” he said, slouching a bit in the stool “come to my show Saturday night, you can’t write about me proper if you’ve never seen me live.”

She huffed a small laugh, “I know exactly what your shows are like, a bunch of Blokes screaming about.”

“You haven’t seen me do it” he protested.

For a small second—he really thought that she would consider it.

“Tempting…” sarcasm slipping from her lips “but I’ll pass.”

Liam frowned at that “What? Scared you’ll enjoy it?”

“Nah.” She shook her head, “just not interested mate” she slipped out from the stool, she didn’t really want to deal with a Gallagher.

Not a fucking chance.

“Goodnight, Gallagher.”

So it was that week later.

She didn’t know about Liam after that time at the pub, thank god for that.

She had interviews to conduct and deadlines, she really couldn’t waste her time thinking about arrogant rockstars that think they’re gods gift or summat.

But of course, he had to show up today.

Inside the sleek London studio, getting ready to interview yet another musician.

“Alright?”

She glanced up just as he flopped onto the leather sofa next to her.

“You’re not supposed to be in here” she furrowed her eyebrows at him, she was not informed to interview Liam whatsoever.

“Was in the area” he shrugged “Figured I’d pop in.”

She shook her head and let out a small Scoff “luck me” she muttered under her breath.

The interview panel was running behind schedule just a tad, one of the younger assistants being a girl barely out of her teens struggling with carrying equipment.

Nobody but Liam noticed it, like a proper lad he strolled over and helped her steady the heavy case.

“Here y’are love, where’s it goin’?”

The assistant stammered but managed to tell him that it goes to the sound desk.

Without a second thought he legged off towards the sound desk room.

After seeing that interaction with the assistant and Liam she saw something different—something real.

It’ll drive her mad for sure, she shook that horrible thought away once he made a bee line back to her.

Seeing her staring, a smirk appeared “what?”

“Nothin’” she muttered and looked away.

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Later that evening as she was picking up her stuff, found the feel of paper in her purse.

Taking it out and letting her eyes scan through it.

Oasis—ticket for tomorrow night.

Bastard…he had slipped it in without her noticing.

And yet, a smile tugged at her lips.

And shockingly enough she attended the concert.

It was packed inside—shoulder to shoulder, the smell of sweat, beer, and just pure chaos.

The lights were low and the crowd was buzzin’

Once Oasis took the stage the cheers erupted.

In the middle of it, she stood frozen in the crowd. Her eyes constantly drifting towards Liam, and Even with hundreds of people jumping and singing along he had found her.

By the end of the show, she stayed for a bit until some security guard came by.

Tapping on her shoulder and telling her to go backstage where the band wants her, or more like where Liam wants her.

So as she passed by the long hallways he stood with sweat-damp hair, hands stuffed into his pockets.

“Knew you’d show”

“I did.”

They stood in comfortable silence before he spoke again “yer gonna admit it then?”

“Admit what?” Furrowing her brows.

“That you’re mad for me.”

She scoffed, but he was getting too close.

Before she could even muster a smart arsed reply he had took ahold of her waist and pulled her closer.

The other brushing against her jaw as he leaned in—and kissed her.

It wasn’t soft.

Nor sweet.

It’s Liam fuckin’ Gallagher.

Before she knew it she had kissed him back, letting the emotions take over completely.

The taste of alcohol and ciggies were very prominent.

And then—she pulled away.

“I knew it” he grinned.

“God you are the most arrogant, self absorbed—“

“And yet you kissed me back” he cut her blabbering out.

She hated that he’s right.

“Say…can I take you out on a proper date?” His blue eyes glimmered as he looked at her.

“A date?”

“That’s right.” He nodded “you. Me. A proper date, none of this journalist-rockstar bollocks. Just you and me.”

She hesitated a bit but finally…”fine, one drink.”

He stole another quick peck on the lips and grabbed her hand.

“C’mon then love, let’s get out of here”.

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A/N: I am back chat, thought I’ll make a little something, it’s sweet and quick. I’ll alsoooo appreciate some requests just wanna get back into writing and all that.

Welcome.

For starters I’m Aimee nice to meet ya, see more about this blog:

I will post, write, and do just about anything.

Just request if you want me to write something specific, I would love to, don’t be shy!

I have C.ai if you want to check that out: @Crazy4rockstars

Other than that I’m a pretty cool person having Moots in this app would be awesome!



Anyways, have a good day love.

“Backstage”

@metallicamidget here’s your requested story 👅

Summary: James started to seem a little bit nervous with today’s show so he calms himself down by having you in his dressing room beforehand.

Warnings: age gap, smut, current Jaymz

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I was sat on the black leather couch, watching as the crew and photographers walked up and down to make sure everything was set up perfectly for tonight’s show.

In the corner of my eye I see my boyfriend James walk towards me, he seemed a bit anxious I mean his movements were way too quick.

“Dressing room..now” he muttered grabbing my hand, I didn’t have time to respond before he practically dragged me inside.

“Woah—what is it?” I finally spoke up my eyebrows furrowing.

“I fucking need you, please” he uttered—his hands wrapping around my hips pulling me closer.

“Come on doll…just a quick one” he leaned down to kiss my neck gently.

“Fine—yeah okay…” he looked up at me and smiled before locking the door behind him, “but It better be quick, you got a show to do” I warned.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever” he scoffed, backing me up onto the couch.

My eyes trailed up his arms, the tattoo sleeves and grey hairs I loved so dearly—he probably realized I was checking him out because I heard a raspy chuckle.

“Come on darlin’ take these off for me” he gestured to my jeans as he worked on the belt around his waist.

I wasted no time knowing that he has to go on stage soon, I slid the jeans off my legs as he took his off as well.

His calloused fingers trialing up my bare skin, teasing it leaving shivers down my spine.

“I’ll be quick” he whispered and kissed me gently before grabbing the waistband of my panties and sliding them off, showing off my already wet cunt.

I closed my legs just slightly which he didn’t let happen because he grabbed my legs and forcefully spreading them apart.

“So pretty” he muttered and kissed my forehead—I smiled softly.

He always did that, always acted all gentle when he’s all needy, but when you mix his neediness and anger he’s a complete animal.

His hand trailed down to the waistband of his boxers taking his painful hard-on out of its confines.

His pink tip already leaking of pre cum, “James please..” I managed to utter as he teased my folds with his tip, coating his dick with my essence.

“Beg.” His blue eyes looking at me, I can practically see the determination in his eyes.

“Please baby…I need you, quit teasin’—“ I couldn’t finish my sentence before he plunged into my tight sex.

It knocked the air right out of me, we both let out some kind of moan.

“Fuck…” he sighed, staying in position for a bit before he started to move his hips slowly, his length and thickness stretching me out completely.

I couldn’t help the noises that spilled out of my parted lips.

He started to pick up the pace, picking the perfect rhythm, a hand went to my waist while the other on my hip.

Every little noise I made encouraged him to be rougher and faster.

His breathing became raged, “you…fuck…feel so good” he panted.

“Please..” I whined, I didn’t know what I was begging for exactly but I knew that I needed him, all of him, his strong tattooed arms, his grey hair, and those precious blue eyes.

His hips snapping against my ass, the sounds of skin slapping skin filling up the dressing room.

“Such a good fucking girl” he praised, the hand that was on my waist trailed down onto my clit—he started to use his fingers, circling around my bundle of nerves.

Totally overstimulating me, “James..’M so close” I warned.

He nodded “I know baby..Just a little more, come on” he cooed.

Neither of us could take it anymore before I came all of his dick arching my back and moaning loudly in the process.

He groaned and buried himself deep inside me before painting my inner walls white.

“Fuck I love you” he grunted.

“I love you too..” I sighed, a knock on the door interrupted us, “Go on in five!” some backstage crew informed.

James groaned out of annoyance and pulled out of me, his cum dripping out of me—he saw that sight and smiled being all proud of his work.

“I can do better when we get back to the hotel” he teased, “how exciting” I rolled my eyes.

Instead of any other smart remark he just giggled, pulling his boxers and jeans back up, he grabbed the black bandana from his back pocket and started to clean me up.

I loved that about him also, he’s so caring.

“I gotta go love” he kissed my cheek and ran out of the room—I understood why he couldn’t stay a bit longer.

I grabbed the used bandana and threw it in the trash nearby and started to dress up back again.

After the show it’s going to be a long fucking night…

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Hey mates sorry if it’s a little bad but y’know

Aw brilliant father's comfort loved that line, His chest tightened, this kid—this kid was out here defending his old man like if he was some kind of hero.

Could you do a second part to this maybe they go to eat as a family and the boy is there and he says something for a reaction and Donovan gets mad, sunny has to pull him back. Noel steps in and at home, you talk to Noel about it telling him how proud you are and how Donovan has him wrapped round his little finger. - sorry for being really detailed I have more requests but I'll give you a break

“Defensive”

1st part.

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It had been a few days after Donovan revealing to Noel about the little fight he had, but it hadn’t been as long for him to forget.

Today all four were attending a small family go-out.

Just to have some lunch together, it was a quiet restaurant.

One that Noel really appreciates—nothing too flashy, but it’s a place where you can lay back and enjoy a glass of wine.

Donovan sat next to his dad, his mind was in another planet.

He was still hung up about how that little boy talked about his dad yet masking it with exaggerated politeness.

Sonny noticing his brothers odd behavior nudged him from under the table, sharing a quick reassuring smile.

Everything was fine at first—the small talk, laughter, and Noel pulling faces at the menu like if it personally offended him.

Then like if the universe intended for this, the little boy who argued with Donovan came in with his parents.

In a flash Donovan recognized him.

The little blond boy with light green eyes passed by the table muttering a little something to Donovan “still think your dad is a legend?”

Donovan shot up before he could stop himself “yeah I do! Problem?” His voice was too loud and sharp drawing the attention from some individuals including his own family.

“Donovan.” Noel’s voice became steady and firm.

Donovan was about to stand up out of his seat but Sonny physically grabbed his arm knowing that it wasn’t worth it.

“Leave it” he muttered to his brother.

The other boy giggled to himself and walked off—Donovan had his fists clenched.

Seeing this Noel sighed, setting his drink down “oi” he got Donovan’s attention. “Don’t waste your time on people like that ‘right?”

“But he—“

“Hey none of that, not now.” Noel’s tone was the kind to leave no room for argument.

Donovan huffed and obeyed his father’s orders, you reached out and took ahold of his hand, giving a reassuring squeeze.

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Later that night, after the kids went to bed.

You had found Noel in the kitchen pouring himself a drink.

He looked up when you walked in, raising an eyebrow “mad at me?”

You shook your head and walked closer to him.

“No, proud actually”

That got a small reaction from him—a small smile on his face.

“Yeah?”

You rested your cheek on his shoulder and nodded, “you handled it well y’know?”

Noel huffed a small laugh, “kids got me wrapped around his little finger.”

“Oh, completely” a grind had formed on your face.

“Don’t think you mind” you added smugly.

He exhaled softly, his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“Nah..” he admitted “not one bit.”

You stood there for a bit, holding onto each other in the dimly lit kitchen space.

No matter what the world threw at you—your family, your love. Everything will be solved in a matter of seconds.

“New Muse”

Summary: where Noel has his new band “NGHFB” and fell into writers block—that is until he met you in a pub and took quite a liking.

Sorry for not posting as much, I always appear and disappear on here.

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The local pub, always carrying the smell of stale beer and warm cigarettes.

Being filled with the sounds of conversations and the occasional clatter of a glass hitting the Wooden tables.

Noel was sat alone by the bar, nursing a pint of Guinness that was nearly half empty—and completely forgotten.

His notebook lay open in front of him, pages blank except for a few scribbles. Frustration was gnawing at him.

Melodies seemed to hunt him just out of reach, lyrics dangling like whispers that refused to take shape.

He hadn’t written anything for his new band, after oasis broke up in 2009 this band was the only thing left for him to make it big again.

But then he heard you..

“Mind if I sit ‘ere?”

He looked up, his eyes bright with curiosity.

He gestured for the stool next to him, “go for it.” He muttered.

You slid into the seat, and quickly asked the bartender for a drink—then you glanced at him taking him in carefully.

“Rough night?” You asked.

“More like a rough month” he grumbled.

“Supposed to write songs for me band. Instead, I’m sitting ‘ere like a washed up poet.” He added.

You chuckled softly “maybe you’re just overthinking it”

“Yeah?” He arched an eyebrow and met your gaze “what do ya know ‘bout songwriting?”

“I don’t” you shrugged “but I do know people, and people love stories. You just need one to tell”

Noel leaned back a bit, intrigued. “You reckon you’ve got a story worth telling’, then?”

“Maybe” you spoke as you raised your glass and took a sip of whatever you were drinking “how long are you staying?”

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The night stretched on, the conversation flowed like a steady rhythm of a song—your words filling the spaces between his thoughts.

spoke about life, about the moments that linger in your mind long after they’ve passed—a forgotten kiss, a bittersweet goodbye, the feeling of standing alone on a crowded street.

And then, Noel’s notebook was no longer empty.

Words spilled across the papers, raw, honest, and full of feeling.

They weren’t perfect yet but he had what he needed.

“You’ve got a way with words” he said tapping the page with his pen. “Might’ve saved me album”

“I’ll take that as a ‘thank you’” you flashed a grin.

“More than that,” Noel said. His gaze lingering on you for much longer “Might’ve just found my muse.”

“Yeah?”

He nodded “yeah.”

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A day after meeting you he sat in the studio ready to make these lyrics come to life.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you.

At all.

He knew he should’ve gotten your number or something but yet he was in too deep to even ask.

And after he got his guitar right, stood up behind the mic one again and started to sing.

One song was born.

Yet there’s more to go, he needs her again.

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After not seeing her face again for a couple weeks, Noel and the rest of the band decide to take a trip to the pub.

And as fate intended she came in, eyes followed her around the room.

He was waiting for her to appear again, and finally she’s here.

He excused himself the the table and approached her, tapping her shoulder gently.

You turned your head, over your shoulder.

Locking eyes with him again.

Those blue eyes you thought you wouldn’t see again, because who knows how fate ends.

“Hi” you smiled softly.

“Hi.” He chuckled and sat next to you, you two sat a couple stools far from where you first met.

“Y’know didn’t get yer number, was regretting it” he admitted.

“Yeah? Me too” you glanced down at your drink.

“Y’look nice” he eyed your little outfit.

“Thank you” you had to admit that the conversation is quite awkward, like if there were tension and desires that had yet not been talked about.

Like if there was more to say but the overthinking was taking over.

“Listen—“ he started “what’d ya say, if ya come to the studio with me?”

“Right now?”

He gave you a small nod.

“Alright..” you muttered, unsure about it.

But who would say ‘no’ to him?

That same evening, he left his band behind and took you to the studio.

Walking through the many hallways to get to that specific room.

Filled with guitars, a drum set, microphones, sound table, amps.

A small wooden coffee table and a black leather couch.

The decoration of the studio is as expected, with awards and artwork being music related.

The two of you sat on the cool leather, then he reached out and grabbed his notepad.

“I needed you” he muttered roughly.

“Needed me?” Your brows furrowed.

“Yeah.” He flipped to a clean page “needed you, you’re like the only one I need right now.”

You stayed quiet, he looked kind of spooked that he had just admitted that.

“Hope I didn’t speak too soon”

Your lips parted slightly before a gentle “‘S’Alright” left your lips.

“So, how ‘bout that written then?” He looked at you.

You nodded, “yeah..should do that”

“I mean it though, yer probably the best thing that has happened yet—helped me”

You couldn’t help but smile.

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Mightttt do a 2nd part for ya

“I wanted you” (part 2)

Part 1

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Ever since that night with Liam you couldn’t stop thinking about it, the glimmer in his eyes, his pink lips slightly parted.

A wave of confusion that hit the both of you.

The flat was too quiet, usually he stays over when he comes late at night—but he left before the sun showed up.

Your mind started to do laps, was this just your usual Liam?

Impulsive, caught up in the moment?

Before any of this can spiral any further your cell began to ring.

Picking it up; hearing the short beep sound as you answered.

“Hello?”

“What are yer doing later?” It was Liam, of course it was.

There wasn’t an instant mention of last night, you could totally just forget that kiss.

But then you answered back—

“Nothing, you?”

A few seconds later his voice rang through your ears.

“Thinkin’ ‘bout you.”

You paused, so did he.

The two of you shared an awkward silence that desperately needed to be saved, his cocksure attitude was thrown out of the window.

He had a feeling he might’ve messed it all right up.

“Do you regret it?” Was the first thing he could think of.

“I’m not sure—just trying to figure out what the hell went wrong last night.”

“I don’t know ‘bout you…But I don’t regret it.”

Your stomach flipped.

“Why’d you leave then?”

This time it took him longer to respond.

“didn’t want to say something stupid before I figured out what this actually is.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his response—has he even figured it out then?

You could picture him right now, pacing somewhere, running a hand through his hair, fighting against the way he felt—because if there was one thing Liam Gallagher wasn’t good at, it was dealing with things he couldn’t swagger his way through.

“Can I come see you?…again I mean.” His voice quieter than last time, vulnerable even.

Letting a soft sigh, clutching the phone tightly in your hand, you weren’t sure if it were a good or bad idea.

Mind as well find out.

“Yeah.”

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The familiar three knocks on the door had came too soon.

You didn’t even have time to brace yourself before you were opening it.

And there he was, standing on your doorstep like he had many times before, only this time it all felt different.

His brown hair was messy from the wind, his eyes though—carried a whole different emotion.

None of you said anything, you just moved out of the way letting him enter your flat.

“So..” you trailed off.

“So.” He exhaled, running a hand over his face “I’ve been thinkin’”

You raised your eyebrows slightly “dangerous”

He huffed a small laugh but didn’t take the bait. Instead he looked up, his expression turned into something way too serious.

“Y’know, I remember the first time I realized I might love you.” He said suddenly.

“What?” You muttered

“It was years ago. We were still kids. You had this pair of stupid red sneakers, and you wore ‘em every bloody day, even when they were falling apart.” He brought up.

Your lips parted, memories flickering back like an old film reel.

“I remember,” you murmured.

“Yeah, well.” He shrugged. “One day, you showed up, and they were gone. You said they finally gave out, and you had to throw ‘em away.”

You blinked, frowning. You barely even remembered that moment. “Why does that—”

“Because I remember thinking,” Liam cut in, “fuck, what if she forgets about me that easy too?”

You stayed quiet, letting it all sink in.

“I know, it’s proper stupid and all that” he muttered shaking his head, “but you always meant so much to me.”

The air between the two of you felt thick, thick enough to have a knife cut through.

“Liam..”

He looked at you then, raw and unguarded.

“I didn’t say anything back then because I was scared I’d ruin it. And then everything happened—the band, the fame, all the bullshit. I kept telling myself it was better this way, that I’d rather have you as a friend than risk losing you.” He admitted

This confession—took way too long.

Way too fucking long.

You started to inch closer to him, Liam’s gaze flickered down to your lips, then back up like he was asking for permission.

“Serious?” You whispered.

A small grin plastered across his face, “every word.”

That was all it took.

You reached out for him, and he met you halfway, lips crashing against yours.

His hands found your waist, pulling you closer against him.

He could feel your fingers tangling in his hair, it all felt unreal.

His tongue making its way into your mouth, his free hand landed on your cheek—cupping your face.

Eventually the two of you pulled away.

“I always wanted you.” He whispered.

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A/N: gimme me more Liam requests he needs it💔

Cant wait for the pregnancy request to last request for a abit - getting board of myself tbf

But I found this clip of Noel he was married to Meg at this point I like it because they rarely talked about eachother in interviews https://youtu.be/wMaIpj8FGcw?feature=shared. So could I request a smutty romantic story based on this, maybe Meg can hear the interview and decide to surprise him by dressing up nicely

Thanks for writing all my requests so quickly your a star xx

“Rare moments”

I don’t usually write about stuff with their wives/girlfriends POVs but here you go (ALSO I wrote a ton a while ago and everything got deleted so I apologize for this being a tad bad.)

Warnings: smut as requested

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She hadn’t been paying much attention at first. The telly was on in the background, some interview with Noel playing.

Knowing that all the same questions were thrown at him.

She was curled up on the sofa, flipping through a magazine, half-listening like she always did when he was on.

Then she heard him mention her, “well she’s got good taste y’know?—‘s why she’s married to me.”

Meg’s head snapped up. She blinked, then glanced toward the screen.

He looked so casual, leaned back in his chair, like he wasn’t just casually admitting to the entire world that he adored her.

He barely even talked about her!

but because that was just who he was.

Private. Guarded.

But when he did mention her, it was always like this—understated, dry, but sincere in a way

She bit her lip, watching him for a moment longer. Then, an idea sparked in her mind

She wanted to remind him why he even married her.

As the evening went by he came back home—barely had time to shut it behind him before he caught sight of her

stood there in the dim lighting of their flat, dressed in something that hugged her just right, her hair done, her makeup subtle but sharp.

“What’s this then?” He asked.

Shrugging a bit “just wanted to dress up”

“For?”

“You” she gave him a cheeky smile

His lips parted slightly, then curved into that lazy grin of his—the one that had always driven her mad. “That right?”

Meg stepped forward, running a hand along the lapel of his coat. “I heard you on the telly.”

Noel rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation. “Christ, what’d I say now?”

She tilted her head, fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt. “That I’ve got good taste.”

tracing a slow line down his chest. “Thought I’d prove it.”

Noel exhaled sharply, his hands finding her waist, tugging her closer. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

His fingers tightened slightly, gaze flicking between her eyes and lips. “You know, you don’t have to prove anything, Meg.”

She grinned. “Humor me.”

Noel’s smirk deepened, his nose brushing against hers. “Reckon I can do that.”

And with that, he kissed her—slow and sure, like he had all the time in the world.

Backing her against the wall, he took ahold of the hem of the dress and pulled it up.

Running his hands against the soft flesh and dipping between her thighs making a sharp gasp escape her.

“You look so beautiful” he murmured.

She blushed at his compliment.

His lips then trailed down her neck, leaving small bites here and there.

His fingers pushed her panties to the side, ran his index finger along her slit feeling just how soaked she is.

Meg arched into him, her breath quickening at the touch of his hands.

He slipped a strap of her dress down revealing her breasts to him.

Taking her strapless bra down his thumb brushed over her sensitive nipples making them pebble to his touch.

His other hand that was between her thighs stopped teasing her and he pushed two fingers into her tight channel.

Making soft moans escape her as he fucked her with his fingers.

“Fucking hell, I need to be inside you” he rasped, his mouth trailing fire down her throat

Meg moaned, tilting her head back as she ground against him. Her hands tangled in his hair.

He kept coaxing her with sweet nothings, keeping the pace of his finger steady.

“‘M so close—Noel” Meg gasped.

Being the cheeky little shit he is, he pulled his fingers out making her whine.

“I need you love, ‘m sorry” he muttered and kissed her with an urge.

Now that his hands were free they went towards his belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his trousers.

He grabbed her thigh and lifted it up to his waist.

Gripping tightly.

With his free hand he pushed his boxers down, glancing up at her with his icy blue eyes.

Noel reached between them, positioning his thick cock at Meg's entrance. He thrust upwards, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

Meg cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to his size.

Noel's hips bucked, driving deeper into Meg's clenching heat as he savored the feeling of being fully joined with her.

He captured her mouth in another fierce kiss, swallowing her moans as he began to move, setting a relentless pace.

Meg's leg wrapped around Noel's waist, locking him in place as she met each of his powerful thrusts with her own eager ones.

“So tight” Noel panted against her lips, his grip on her hips tightening. "You feel incredible... always…fuck…so perfect for me."

Meg's nails scored down his back as she rode him harder, chasing the peak of pleasure.

Noel's fingers dug into Meg's ass, pulling her flush against him as he pistoned his hips, driving ever deeper.

“Look at me, baby," Noel commanded, his blue eyes blazing with lust as he held Meg's gaze.

“See how much I want you? How fuckin’ crazy I am for ya?” He panted.

Meg's vision blurred, her body trembling on the verge of climax.

She could feel every throbbing inch of Noel's cock stretching her, filling her completely. With a final, desperate arch of her back, Meg shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of ecstasy.

“Fuckin’ love you” his lips parted, blue eyes locked on her.

“Every bit of you.”

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MASTERLIST:

The one and only dumbassaimee list of fanfics, there is more to come in the future.

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Oasis:

Liam Gallagher:

Live forever (not without me) - Fluff

I wanted you - fluff

I wanted you (part 2) - fluff

Noel Gallagher:

Just married - smut

You rearrange my mind - fluff

A fathers comfort - fluff

Defensive - fluff (part 2 of FC)

Rare moments - smut

New muse - fluff

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Metallica:

James Hetfield:

Backstage - smut

Babysitter - smut

Cowboy hat - smut

Snow day - fluff

Kirk Hammett:

By the beach - smut

“I wanted you.”

Summary: being childhood friends had led to stronger bonds, but with you and Liam it ended up being a trope between feelings and fear. (This is the year 2008, because Liam was AND IS so fit. FYI I might make this into a mini-series)

Part 2

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You still remembered the first time you’ve met Liam, it had been at the age of 9.

Right away you became great friends with the problematic boy.

By age 10 you were hanging out with his other mates, and had shared a kiss on account of a game of truth and dare.

Till this day, at 35 it had been a memory that you will never ever forget.

It was the month of December—the chilly mornings, the warm jumpers, barely going out.

Just as you were enjoying a hot cup of tea, three loud knocks on the hard wooden door were heard throughout your flat.

Grumbling to yourself you got up and answered the door—seeing the same baby blue eyes you were used to seeing for years.

“Let me in?” He didn’t tear his gaze away from you at all.

You gave him a small nod and moving out of the way pushing the door wider for him to come in, his hands deep into his parka pockets—he’s got small droplets of rain stuck to it.

“Sorry for comin’ unannounced and whatnot but—er…I didn’t know where to go”

you assumed it had been that gossip magazine that just announced that Liam had broken up with his years long girlfriend.

Obviously he’s still devastated and that’s why he finds himself standing in front of you soaked in rain water.

“‘S alright…some tea?” You asked tilting your head a bit.

He didn’t say anything but nodded.

“Still milk with two sugars?” You added.

“That’s right.” He then walked towards the couch making himself comfortable.

Heading to the kitchen to prepare his cuppa, you couldn’t help but wonder if Liam was actually alright.

Maybe taking his mind off the gossips and the fame would be good for him…

Heading back to the living room of the small flat you handed him the hot cup of tea.

“Cheers” he muttered, taking a sip.

“So—why are you actually here for?” You asked.

He didn’t give you an answer right away, he actually hesitated.

“Just came to see you” he gave a nonchalant shrug.

With a small sigh you sat next to him crisscrossed.

He tilted his head back onto the couch with a dramatic groan, “I don’t even care anymore, y’know what I mean?”

Before you could muster your opinion he kept talking, “it’s just—they never got tired of talking shit ‘bout me.”

“Maybe if you stopped giving them material to write about, they’ll get bored.”

He shot you a look, no real heat behind it though. “You sound like me mam.”

You chuckled for the first time in this evening, his usual scowl softened. Moments like these reminded you of how long you’ve known this fucker.

Before the fame, before the headlines, before you saw him as this untouchable rockstar—he was just Liam, Same confident boy from Manchester who would nick biscuits from your mums kitchen.

“D’you remember when we were kids?” You grinned bringing it up to get his mind off things, “—and you made me climb a garden wall to nick apples, you had this vision or summat.”

He huffed a chuckle “yeah and you got stuck up there, like a right muppet”

“Oh, sod off” you scoffed, throwing a cushion at him. “You were the one who left me there!”

“Did not!” He laughed, catching the cushion and tossing it back. “I just took me time to get the ladder.”

“Right” you rolled your eyes.

For a moment, it was just you two like it had always been.

A long string of silence settled between.

Liam’s gaze lingered, his usual cocky confidence flickering into summat unreadable. You felt your breath hitch as he leaned forward slightly, icy blue eyes locked on yours.

“I miss that” he murmured.

“What?”

“Miss us—back when it was easy y’know?”

Your heart pounded, you knew exactly what he meant.

The space between you disappeared. One second you were sitting there, breath caught in your throat and the next, his lips were on yours—warm, insistent, desperate in a way.

Way better than the kiss you two shared at the age of 10.

When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours, “tell me I didn’t just fuck everything up.” He murmured.

You let out a shaky breath, your fingers curled into his shirt “I’d be lying.”

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Dun dun dun

Hi 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓼, here’s another one of these silly stories

summary: you’re invited to a party, as you roamed around you found James cowboy hat, putting it on for almost the whole night, little did you know, that has a little meaning behind it. That apparently you did not know of, if you wore a cowboys hat it indicates your attraction to them.

Warnings: cussing, smut, drinking and mentions of smoke.

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It was a random Friday night with the same cycle of partying, as I sat there on the booth I could see people drinking, couples rubbing against each other, with the stench of alcohol and smoke.

James was talking to me earlier but left to go get more beer for himself, what a shock. Although he left his precious white cowboy hat, feeling bored out of my mind I decided to put it on.

As the night went on I did talk to some people here and there, drank, and danced, though I did feel many eyes looking straight at me, it made me feel kinda insecure like if there was something wrong of me.

It wasn’t quite dirty glares but more of skeptical looks.

Whatever it was I had to check it out myself, I made my way through the hallway of this pub finding a mirror besides the two bathrooms, my eyebrows furrowed as I studied my face.

My mind was a bit fuzzy that’s until I heard James behind me “why are you wearin’ my hat?”

“I dunno I got bored” I muttered not sure what the big deal was anyway.

“Right don’t act all innocent” he chuckled, “I’m not!” I defend before continuing “seriously what’s wrong with it?”

“You wearing it, is what’s wrong” he crossed his arms against his chest looking down at me like if I was a child getting in trouble.

“Oh how helpful” I shot back sarcastically, “if you’re just going to start pointing something out at least tell me the reason” I scoffed.

“Wearing the cowboys hat dumbass..

Ring any bells??” I just stared at him confused out of my mind, I’m actually getting tired of this nonsense, thankfully he caught up that I indeed did not know shit.

“God…wearing my hat means you’re attracted to me among other things” he trailed off.

“What other ‘things’?” I turned my body to face him, he just chuckled “like riding the cowboy for example.”

As I heard those words coming out of his mouth I couldn’t believe it; has people known that this is James hat? This has to be the most embarrassing thing I’ve gone through.

“Are you serious?” I asked not believing I wasn’t aware of that rule.

“Clear as the sky” he smirked at me, “so, wanna play by the rules? Because I can show you a great time.”

“Do I have another choice?” My eyes flickered up to his blue ones before he answered “Nope.”

“Great..” I mumbled under my breath, looking down trying to contemplate this but he grabbed my chin making me look back up at him. “It’s a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ sweetheart.” There it is, that pet name that gives me those stupid butterflies.

“Yes..?” I felt unsure but he took the opportunity anyway, grabbing my hand and taking me to some part of the pub I didn’t know existed, it was a small room, there was a sleek black leather couch, the only lights being blue colored, there was a zebra pattern carpet in the middle which I found incredibly cheesy.

He brought me up to the couch, sitting me down onto his lap as he caressed my sides carefully, like if he were to be a piece of art.

“You should lose these tight jeans” he murmured, obeying I slowly got off his lap, unbuttoning the front of my jeans and slowly sliding them off, revealing the black lacy panties.

He darted his tongue out to lick his bottom lip, as I finally got them off he reached out grabbing my hips and sitting me back down.

He cupped my face “you look so hot right now” he chuckled, before I knew it we both leaned in, connecting our lips together into a kiss that soon turned passionate, his other free hand trailed down to caress my upper thigh, squeezing the flesh gently.

He pulled away and admittedly started to attack my neck with sloppy kisses, gentle bites here and there, as for his hand it rested on my hip but his thumb reached down, moving it in small circles against my clothed clit.

“James..” I breathed out, he just added more pressure making sure I felt everything, making me whimper softly.

“hmm..” he hummed in approval before pulling away completely, taking the hat off my head and hooking his fingers on my shirt and taking it off for me, “I’m gonna take these off yeah?” I nodded giving him permission.

He tugged on my bra taking it off revealing my breasts to him, he groaned “fuck you’re gorgeous” I felt him hardening under me.

“James please” I whined, I needed this man I didn’t care how desperate I sounded right now.

“Patience sweetheart” grabbing the waistband of my panties, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me up enough to pull them off of me.

Once those were off I’m completely bare the only piece of clothing being his cowboy hat, slowly running his finger along my slick folds.

“Your so god damn wet.” He murmured. “gonna get you ready for me, okay baby?”

Before I could react or say anything I felt two finger enter my hot cunt, gasping at the feeling my walls clenching around his fingers perfectly.

“Shit you’re tight” he sighed and started to plunge his fingers, curling them hitting every spot he finds.

I started to squirm getting overwhelmed by how good his fingers felt inside of me, “stay still” he scoffed fastening his pace just slightly.

My hands went to his shoulders, nails digging onto his shirt as his fingers work on my pussy, letting dirty little noises fall out of my lips.

He started to be a bit more rough, getting faster as he kept his eyes on mine keeping eye contact.

As I was about to reach my orgasm he pulled his fingers out, I whined at the lost of contact of his delicious fingers.

He glanced at his fingers seeing them coated in my juices then bringing them onto his mouth licking them clean, “taste so good” he grunted.

“I need you to ride me, can you do that angel?” I nodded biting my lip lightly. He then started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans just enough to pull his painfully hard dick.

And he was big, made me feel nervous and excited at the same time.

He pumped his cock at least three times before grabbing my hips to make me hover over him, I felt him align his tip against my entrance teasing by rubbing on it a few times, rubbing his pre-cum all over my folds.

Slowly I started to sink down, his length stretching me out making me wince. “You okay?” James Being quick to ask, I nodded “yeah..” being determined to take him all I kept going ignoring the pain until I sat all the way down.

I heard him groan and grip my hips tighter, I stayed in place until I got used to his size, I rolled my hips biting my lip at the feeling.

Holding onto his shoulders still I started to move up and down, sounds of pleasure leaving the both of us, his hand started to help me move at a rhythmic pace.

His length sliding in an out of my wet cunt perfectly, my head tilting back as I kept riding off the pleasure.

“Fuck-..you feel so good” he groaned.

“James please..” I whimpered out, one of his hands trailing over my ass giving me a harsh smack, I moaned at the feeling it was so overwhelming.

“..Mm so close” I gasped, “yeah? Gonna cum for me darlin’?” He started to thrust his hips upward making him go even deeper, my mouth agape as I let him take complete control.

My nails digging onto his shoulders, it’ll definitely leave marks.

“Come on baby” he cooed trying to get me to my high.

Finally I let out a scream of ecstasy, coating his dick.

He kept going, gripping my hips and setting me down all the way as I felt his cum painting my walls.

“Fuck..you did so good for me” he groaned taking a few strands out of my face, I panted softly and smiled tiredly.

We stayed like that for a few seconds before he kissed me sweetly.