Hi 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓼, Here’s Another One Of These Silly Stories

Hi could I request a smutty romantic story based on Noel Gallagher and the reader being on there wedding night in Vegas ( so 90's Noel ) and Noel having gifts laid out for her maybe a custom jacket and shoes or perfume for her ( I would like to imagine a rich person's wardrobe 😊) and it leads to a romantic night

Warnings: smut & sweetheart Noel because we need him like that

I haven’t written smut in a hot while, so I apologize if it’s literal shit.

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It had been perfectly planned, from the small white chapel to the reception site.

It was so surreal—hours ago I had walked into a chapel as two people in love, and now I’m finally his.

Mrs.Gallagher

As for now being midnight we had arrived to our posh hotel, the neon lights of Vegas casting a soft glow over us.

The hotel room is massive, marbled floors, velvet drapes, king sized bed in the middle.

But among all of that stood my now husband Noel.

A cigarette dangling from his lips as he took my hand to lead me further into the room.

There was a row of beautifully wrapped gifts across a sleek leather chaise “Go on then.” Noel sent the green light to open them all up.

I carefully approached and took ahold of one of the smaller ones, inside was a diamond delicate bracelet.

Taking another gift out; a custom leather jacket, smooth to the touch with my new initials embroidered on the inside.

“Figured you might need something to match mine” he muttered, taking the cigarette out and flicking it on the ash tray.

“I love it” I grinned before taking the next gift, in there was a pair of saint laurent heels, the black finish shimmering under the light.

The last box contained a bottle of Maison Francis parfum.

He approached and wrapped his hands around my waist “like it?” He murmured, his breath warm against my neck.

I turned to face him to speak properly “Noel—this is…”

But Noel being Noel, he silenced me with a kiss, slow and deep, fingers tangling in my hair.

The weight of the night drifting away, the laughter, the way he looked at me when the words “I do” slipped out of him.

All of it settled between us.

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. "Best night of our lives, yeah?"

I nodded, my eyes wide as his icy ones were filled with love and affection.

With a wicked smirk he scooped me up effortlessly towards the king sized bed, The city outside pulsed with energy, but this moment.

The one with Noel and I inside this suite was all that mattered.

His rough hands slid the straps of my white silk dress helping me out of it, his lips attached to my neck leaving soft kisses.

My hands tangled in his dark hair, tugging at it occasionally.

His fingers hooked onto the waistband of my panties, sliding then down—he pulled away from my neck and took me in.

“Proper beautiful you are..” he murmured softly, he ran a finger down my slick folds making me break a whine.

He pulled away and started to unbutton his shirt, throwing it down somewhere around the room and kneeling himself in front of me—kissing my thighs softly teasing me.

He reached my core, his hot breath against me.

“Noel please—“ I whined softly, in response he chuckled and kissed my wetness later then attaching his mouth onto me.

Swirling his tongue around my sensitive bundle of nerves

Soft moans spilling out of me, each one encouraging Noel.

Slowly he pushed in two fingers inside my tight channel knocking a sharp gasp from me.

“Shit…” he whispered before he started to move his fingers curling them perfectly

He kept using his mouth on me, making sure to drive me down the road of ecstasy.

Each time his fingers got faster, he was going down on me like a mad man.

As I got closer to the edge I started to squirm, he had noticed that I was moving too much so he used his free hand to hold my lower body down onto the bed.

“Stay still” he grunted out.

“Noel—‘m so close, please..” I gasped out

“Come for me love..c’mon on” he cooed

With a final whine I coated his digits with my juices.

“That’s it…” he whispered helping me ride down my orgasm, standing up back again he pulled his digits out and licked them clean making me watch him.

He leaned back towards me, kissing my forehead softly.

“Take this off yeah?” He gestured to the white bra that covered my breasts.

I nodded and took it off, as I did that he worked on his belt.

Sliding his trousers down and stepping out of them.

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

Leaking of pre-cum, he ran his tip along my slit.

“Don’t tease” I muster out quietly

His icy blue eyes were watching my every move.

Before I could beg him again he pushed in making my words choke.

“Fucking hell” he sighed staying in his position for a while until he made sure I was okay.

Then his hips started to move, every thrust driving both of us mad.

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, “fuck..you feel so good..”

“Please..” I could barely think clearly, his rough finger tips trailed down from my stomach towards my clit.

Making quick small circles against it—completely making me get closer to the edge.

“Gosh—’m so fuckin’ close” I whined letting soft pants out.

“I know darlin’..just a little more, you can do it”

He fucked me deep and fast, that was enough to make me squeal and reach my orgasm.

Then suddenly feeling his hot seed coating my walls white.

“That’s my girl” he praised, stayed in his position and kissed me tenderly—“I love you”

“I love you too” I sighed contently.

I’m so glad I’m his…

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Hi! I’m back I was suffering from lack of motivation 😞

Summary: you’re babysitting his daughter, after suffering from a recent divorce he needed help to look after his kid as he’s at the studio often, though recently he’s asked you to stay longer.

Warnings: cheating, smut, hair pulling, degrading and praising

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It was a long day of babysitting his daughter Cali, though Cali was an easy child I still got a bit tired of running around and keeping the little girl entertained.

It was around 11:36PM, I had just put Cali to sleep, now having to wait until James came back, something off putting about James was that he’s been making me stay longer always trying to convince me.

Especially when he’s home too, I’m not sure what this is all about.

Thinking about it made my head spin with thoughts, then I heard the front door open then slamming the door behind him, James arrived.

Probably pissed at something hearing how heavy his footsteps were being that wasn’t a good sign.

“How was the studio?” I asked trying to make a little convo between us maybe to lighten up his mood.

“Shit.” He responded and went straight to the kitchen to grab a beer, typical.

“I mean Lars was being a dick, then I broke one of my guitars string, then I got pulled over from driving too fast!” He continued with his complaint of the day.

“That bad huh?” I chuckled

“Yeah easy for you to say, you didn’t go through this shit day” he scoffed and walked back to the living room, plopping down on the couch next to me with a soft thud.

“You’re right, my bad” I smiled and shrugged, knowing that arguing with this man wouldn’t go anywhere because of how stubborn he is.

After a moment of silence he decided to break it, “how was Cali? Gave you any trouble?” That was all he asked since seeing that his little girl wasn’t running around meant that she was asleep. mind as well ask about how she was throughout the day.

“She was good today, we went to the park and got some food together” I told him about our little day together as I kept my eyes on the TV.

I was getting really into the show that was playing, I didn’t know what it was but it was really interesting—well that stopped my thoughts as I felt his rough hand grab mine.

I didn’t say a word just looked down to see him scanning my hand.

“Who gave you this ring?” He asked looking at the silver ring on my middle finger.

“…My boyfriend Jackson gave it to me” speaking cautiously since I don’t know where this is going..

“Boyfriend huh?..” he paused his fingertips felt gentle on my skin “does he treat you well?” He glanced up at me.

“Uhm…yeah, he’s a good guy” I nodded to support my statement.

“Right…does he make you feel real good?” He suddenly asked, it caught me completely off guard—I tried to speak but words didn’t come out, I mean Jackson wasn’t a bad guy but it wasn’t like he was good enough with the sex and affection. he let out a chuckle “I take that as a ‘no’ then sweetheart”

Before I knew it he leaned in and kissed my forehead gently, lowering his lips close to my ear and he whispered to me “Y’know I can make you forget anything about him.”

Those words switched something in me I didn’t know I had—I don’t know what this man does to a person but he has me completely.

Building up the courage I kissed him—taking the hint he kissed me back his hands going to my waist to pull me under him, he wasted no time into unbuttoning my jeans.

Pulling them down with a swift motion, I felt his hand cupping my pussy through the thin fabric covering my sex, I moaned softly into his mouth—he pulled away and started his assault on my neck, his fingers hooked onto the waistband of my panties slapping it on my skin later then pulling them off roughly.

The force of the friction made my skin burn a little but he didn’t seem to had noticed.

“So pretty” he murmured softly, he ran a finger through my slick folds he was being so gentle here taking his damn time.

“James please” I whined, I knew this was cheating, but I needed him I needed something.

It was embarrassing to hear how desperate I was being but I would do whatever it takes to have him..

“James—“ I started to beg again but he cut me off as he shoved two fingers inside my tight cunt—making me gasp.

He groaned at the feeling of my velvety walls clinging onto his two digits, “fuck you’re tight…so wet” he mumbled as he continued to suck and kiss my neck.

Being slow at first for me to get used to it, whimpering softly I whispered the words “faster..” which switched something in him, he almost admittedly started to plunge his fingers in me with force, taking every moan out of me, his fingers curled inside of me, years of playing guitar payed off amazingly.

He continued assaulting my pussy, his free hand lifted my shirt just enough to have access to my breasts, taking one of my sensitive buds into his mouth, swirling his tongue and biting softly against my right nipple—his fingers continued going faster.

I tried closing my legs because he was overstimulating me but he wasn’t having it, his free hand holding my thigh down to keep my legs spread.

He pulled his mouth away from my nipple and looked straight at my ecstatic face.

“Be a good girl and come for me” he cooed, not being able to hold back anymore I coated his two fingers with my sweet essence.

“That’s it…good girl” he pecked my lips, taking his fingers out of me slowly making a soft gasp leave me, he pulled those same fingers up to his mouth licking them clean.

“On fours” he demanded, I couldn’t do anything but obey him at this moment, I turned my body around on my hands and knees, the soft leather of the couch making it more comfortable for me.

I heard him belt come off first and a zipper going down—at least I thought he would’ve give me a warning but James being James—he thrusted forward, first making me take 3 inches..then 3 more until he was balls deep.

I trembled slightly “Please…” I whimpered, I knew this man had no mercy, but In this moment he did have the heart to let me get used to his size, I nodded giving him the hint that he could move, he took no time into moving his hips in a rhythmic pace.

Soft moans and whimpers leaving my mouth as each time he got faster and rougher, “taking me so well…” he praised.

“You like getting fucked by this old man huh?” He scoffed, placing a hand on my asscheek and another on my hip as he picked up the pace.

I couldn’t muster any words, the only thing leaving my mouth were my gasps and moans.

“Answer me.” Speaking strictly at me.. “y..yes” I whimpered

“Good girl.” He sighed, “fuck you feel so good…f’cking slut” he groaned.

My hands eventually gave out, I went on my elbows instead, burying my face onto the couch pillows, he grabbed a handful of my hair pulling my face back up “let me hear ya.” He panted.

“…Mm so close” I gasped out, “fuck yeah…” he whispered “cum for me baby”

“Cum all over my cock.” He fucked me deep and fast, that was enough to make me squeal and reach my orgasm.

Then suddenly feeling his hot cum coating my walls white.

“That’s my girl…” he praised, pulling out of me slowly.

He had me spent, I don’t think I would be able to get up yet.

“You should break up with him” he zipped his jeans back up, looking down at me like if he didn’t just fuck my Brains out.

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Plz send requests if you have any, I would love to keep writing for y’all

Sorry if it’s a bit small, it’s currently 12:38AM and got this idea!

PEACE OUT!

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.

MASTERLIST:

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

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Metallica:

James Hetfield:

Backstage - smut

Babysitter - smut

Cowboy hat - smut

Snow day - fluff

Kirk Hammett:

By the beach - smut

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Anyways, have a good day love.

“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

“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

Hi thanks so much for writing my request love it. I was going to request another 2

Is present day Noel comforting his son after a fight about someone who is not a fan of his dad ( I get from interviews that Donovan is very much " daddy's boy ") I just the way Noel softens when he talks about his kids

90's Noel finding out he's going to be a dad for the first time. Irl they found out about Anais in the south of France then went to Italy for 2 weeks because Oasis were at the height of fame. Always sounded glamorous. ( I have older siblings who collected magazines in the 90's so this is how I no )

I'll leave you be now

Thus so far I’ll write the first story and the second request will be in the making, and obviously this will be in Noel’s perspective.

“A fathers comfort”

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It had been a long day at the studio, by now his two sons should be back from school.

Turning the key and getting inside his home and admittedly sensing something was wrong, it was too quiet in here…way too quiet.

Usually the boys would be running around and causing chaos but now it felt odd.

Shrugging his jacket off, leaving it hanging on the leather chaise he made his way to Donovan’s room first.

Knowing that the quietness started off with him, knocking softly on the wooden door a few times he peeked inside.

He found Donovan curled up in his bed with his arms crossed.

“Alright Dono?” He asked, stepping further inside the room.

Hearing a heavy sigh fall from his son’s lips he knew something really was wrong.

“Not really..”

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his lap for a few moments before adverting his gaze to his sulking son.

“Got into a fight in school” Donovan muttered.

“A fight?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly thinking that his beloved son got into some fist fight.

Sensing his father’s unease Donovan quickly clarified.

“Not like that dad-“ he groaned, “just…some lad was blabbering about you—saying you’re overrated. That your music is just noise, and you’re—“ he paused “washed up.”

He exhaled a chuckle “well, that’s original coming from a 9 year old kid.”

“Dad.”

“Sorry—sorry” he quickly apologized with a small smile on his face “listen, people are always gonna have something to say. Specially about me, I’ve been pissing people off before you were even born.”

“Right, but it’s not fair” Donovan mumbled, “they don’t even know you”

His chest tightened, this kid—this kid was out here defending his old man like if he was some kind of hero.

“You don’t have to fight my battles” he spoke softly “I know who I am, and you know who I am. That’s all that matters”

“But—“

“Just let it go yeah?” He cut off “Tell you what—next time someone chattin’ bollocks just ask ‘em what their dad’s ever achieved. That’ll shut ‘em right up.”

Donovan shook his head, the fight dimmed into his little mind and was replaced by something more soft and sense of relief.

“C’mon then.” He stood up from the bed “let’s put some proper music and forget about them idiots yeah?”

A small smile plastered onto Donovan’s face, nodding and following his dad out of the room.

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A/N: A little short I know, I’ll be in the making of longer stories I promise.

Blessing you guys with another, KIRK SPECIALTY 😋

“By The Beach”

A/N: sorry for appearing and disappearing like this chat

Summary: you and Kirk went to the beach together to spend a day with each other, as the day progressed there were some guys that flirted with you so that pissed Kirk off, and he took you out behind a rock out of spite.

Warnings: smut, public sex, Jealous Kirk.

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Kirk called me on the phone around 4:15AM today asking to go to the beach, now who would say ‘no’ to that? Bonus of staying there is that we would be able to see the beautiful sunset later.

I started to pack my beach bag carrying all of the essentials, sunscreen, extra clothes, hair products, towel, and snacks.

I waited about 15 minutes until he came by with that charming attitude of his to pick me up, “Ready to go M’love?” He gave me a goofy grin.

I nodded “yeah, let’s go” I chuckled, we both made our way into his car and off we went.

“Oh! I found this awesome place at the beach earlier” he mentioned as he parked the car, I hummed not really knowing how to answer but I did let him know that I was listening—

As the sand touched my feet I felt relaxed like nothing else mattered.

“Come on!” He grabbed my hand as he led us to the so called ‘spot’

There was two large rocks under this boardwalk, he grabbed my wait to make me walk faster, I rummaged through my beach bag and got the towel out, placing it gently on the sand—unbuttoning my jean shorts and pulling them down along with my shirt, I could feel Kirk’s gaze on me.

Blessing his eyes with the white bikini underneath those clothes “so pretty” he murmured and kissed my cheek lovingly.

“Thank you” I smiled “I’m gonna go take a dip” I announced as I made my way towards the chilly ocean water—I could smell the saltiness of the ocean, dipping my feet first.

I got used to the feeling as I got deeper everytime—some other surfer guy started swimming towards me.

“Hey there beautiful” he greeted, I could already sense his intentions.

“Hi” I replied bluntly.

“You here alone?” I shook my head ‘no’

“Mm…shame, I would’ve taken you already” he “joked” and laughed.

That little “joke” of his pissed me off, I rolled my eyes already loosing my interest of being in the water, “whatever” I mumbled and started swimming out of there.

“Hey don’t be so boring!” He called out.

As I walked back, water dripping down on my body—I looked up to see Kirk with a pissed off expression like if I flirted back with that surfer creep.

“What?” I questioned, “who the fuck was that?” He replied, I knew it.

He made the assumption I dreaded to hear.

“Some creep, it doesn’t matter” I excused it.

“Yes it does matter.” He paused “why the fuck was he talking to you?”

“Because he was being an asshole” I grumbled already getting in a bad mood.

“Watch the attitude” he scoffed.

“I don’t have a fucking attitude” I snapped—well now I do.

He huffed and grabbed my wrist pulling me behind those same two rocks.

His hand was on my hip, fingers under the waistband of my bikini bottoms.

“You don’t talk to me like that” he corrected me, before I could say anything he forcefully bent me over, my hands going on the rocky wall.

“Kirk not here.” I grumbled, “right here, just be quiet, yeah?”

In a swift motion he brought my bottoms down to my ankles.

This might be my first time having public sex, I knew how risky this was—I knew how unsafe this was but I couldn’t find the words to tell him to stop, I just let him.

It was a weak moment of mine.

His hand caressed my asscheek and up to my bare arched back.

“Next time don’t talk to me like that okay?” He spoke softer, probably felt bad from snapping like that.

“Okay” I mumbled, “can you take it right now?” He asked for permission he always did.

I nodded, letting him do whatever he needed to do—all I knew is that I was soaked already, there’s something about his rare jealous nature that turns me on.

Suddenly I felt shocks of pleasure—his tip was teasing my slick folds coating his dick with my essence.

I whimpered at the feeling, slowly pushing his tip inside of me, being a complete tease as he pulled out and went back in.

“Kirk quit it.” I whined, he chuckled not really responding, as I was gonna complain again he plunged in me balls deep making me moan loudly, he responded with covering my mouth with his free hand.

“Shut it” he whispered, he was slow at first but once he found the right pace he started to go faster.

My moans were muffled as he kept his palm on my mouth—I was keeping up with his harsh thrusts.

“That’s it..” he cooed quietly, he placed his free hand on my lower back making me arch my back more, letting his dick go deeper inside my wet gummy walls.

The faster he went louder the sounds of skin slapping skin were heard—he did try to keep it occasionally so we wouldn’t get caught.

“So good” he groaned.

I could feel myself getting closer to climaxing, I couldn’t let him know since he’s still keeping me quiet but he knew.

He always knew, he brought the hand that was on my lower back towards my sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing my clit in harsh circular motion trying to make me cum faster.

His movements making me bite his hand, he still didn’t pull away, he was determined.

I could hear him panting more clearly, both of us in the brink of pleasure.

“Come on baby..” he mumbled, his thrusts grew faster and deeper; I couldn’t take it anymore before I coated his cock with my sweet juices.

He let out a guttural groan as he painted my walls white, finally taking his hand down from my mouth.

“Good girl, taking everything I give you” he kissed my neck lovingly—placing his two hands on my waist to straighten me up.

“I wasn’t too rough right?” He looked at me, I chuckled and shook my head “no”

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Hii!! I love your writing soo much, your last Noel fic had me literally gigling and twirling my hair 😭❤️

I wanna resquest an imagine where reader is the guitarist of a rock band that is just as big as Oasis and Noel ends up meeting her and he is totally swooned by her talent and stuff... Also, Liam having a laugh out of Noel's face whenever he goes :0 when he sees reader passing by with her guitar lollll

“You rearrange my mind”

See what I did there? Little miles Kane reference for ya

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It was so surreal, I had become the next big thing in Britain’s new music.

My band “Everlast” had gained so much attention, and among all that attention was Noel.

I had a feeling he might fancy me as in an interview he was asked about my band.

“Thoughts on ‘Everlast’?”

“‘S alright, haven’t really listened to much of their stuff but they aren’t terrible.”

“What about the frontwoman?”

Noel had paused for a moment—“don’t have a proper opinion on ‘er but she’s a pretty bird.”

That interview itself made me overthink too hard.

Maybe I was just running on pure delusion, anywho—today there was a festival being held, Everlast was lucky enough to get a spot.

It was a massive stadium, heads left and right, the roadies and backstage crew running around trying to get their job’s done perfectly.

And we can’t forget the stuck up musicians cruising around like they own the place.

It had then been time for my band to go up, taking ahold of my guitar as I made my way backstage I stumble across the infamous Noel Gallagher.

“‘S that yours?” He asked me gesturing to the wine red strat in my hands.

“That’s right” I nodded.

He didn’t say anything just scanned every little detail about me, his blue eyes making sure to memorize everything.

“You’re up right now?”

“Uh huh—I kind of need to go..” I confirmed, quickly making my way out of that awkward exchange.

My bandmate Dave had seen what happened and had a smirk plastered onto his face “A Gallagher huh?”

“What? Fuck no.” I shook my head, stepping up on stage, my eyes settled on the screaming crowd of people right in front of me.

Strumming the first strings to a song, Everlast filled the festival with their music.

Little did I know, Noel was watching the band play from backstage.

His eyes haven’t left me at all he was smitten.

As Liam saw his brother not moving at all just staring at the band playing, made a bee line towards him.

He didn’t speak until he followed his gaze and saw exactly what he was looking at.

Letting out a teasing chuckle he spoke up “her?…never thought the day would come”

“Fuck off”

“Nah..nah, this is class—our kid letting a pretty bird get to him” he teased his older brother more.

“You don’t even know ‘er mate.” He added.

“I need to get to know ‘er.” Noel muttered.

“Yeah? Gonna charm her by starin’?”

“No you cunt, I’ll ask her out when she’s done.”

“Like hell you are.” Liam snorted.

“I am, just—fuck off”

“right, just let me know when she rejects you” he grinned and legged off.

As the hour passed, I got off of stage, letting the guitar roadie take my equipment.

Then grabbing an ice cold water that was offered to all four of us.

People kept getting my attention, my mouth just running about responding to questions and small talks.

Among that small chaos I feel a tap on my shoulder, turning my head around I see Noel again.

“Hi love—er…was wondering if I can talk to ya?”

“Uhm..yeah what about?” I asked cautiously.

“Just wanted to talk that ‘s all” he shrugged.

Who would say ‘no’ to this guy? So I walked around with him to do the so-called ‘talking’.

He seemed nervous, her kept twisting the golden ring on his finger.

Taking a lot of sips of the bottle of beer he held.

He probably noticed that I was growing bored of just walking in silence, so in a panic he spoke up.

“You were great up there” he blurted out.

Getting a compliment from Noel Gallagher isn’t an every day achievement so I took it at heart.

“You think so?”

He gave me a small nod “proper good with the guitar.”

A smile casted onto my face—“thank you Noel, means a lot”

“Yeah…hey erm…I got a question for ya” he turned to me, finally he stopped walking which was my cue to stop walking as well.

“What is it?”

“Fuck..listen—are you free tomorrow?” Finally his blue eyes found mine.

I hesitated an answer, but finally I nodded.

“Yeah I’m free.”

“Fancy gettin’ a drink with me?” His hands tugged on his jumper.

“That’ll be nice” I smiled

“Yeah..?”

“Mhm” I confirmed.

And as a rare sight he smiled.

We stood in comfortable silence as it got interrupted by a very loud accent.

“Our kid! You tell her you fancy her then?” He practically yelled getting attention from some individuals.

Obviously embarrassing Noel—gosh hurts the arrogant ego.

“Fuckin’ hell” Noel whispered under his breath, looking back at me.

“Sorry love, see you tomorrow yeah? Gotta deal with him” taking my hand and kissing the back of it, with a grin on his face he made his way out.

Like I said…surreal.

Not only am I getting more and more famous each day, but the Noel Gallagher had asked me out on a date.

Since when could I do that?

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