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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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“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.

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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HEY CHAT!

I made one of my first edits like pretty much ever, and I’m doing the honors of showing you all 👅

BTW! I think I would start making more so I made a TT: @dumbassaimee

“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💔

Actually my first post but doing the honors of participating @mustainegf

Takes place in 1997

Warnings: just fluff

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I’ve been hanging out with ‘Metallica’ for quite a while now, and today is no exception, seeing the glint of snow covering every little patch of grass, making the house a bit chilly, as my mind was somewhere else I heard someone call.

“You’re missing out; come on!” Lars yelled out for me. I sighed softly before joining them back at the table where we were currently playing card games, having alcohol in the mix as well.

I sat back down next to Jason and Lars, bringing my head up and catching his gaze. I’ve had a thing for James, but in my head there was no way I could be any more to him than just a friend. His icy blue eyes scanned my face before looking away and taking a sip of the whisky on his hands. I zoned out for a bit just thinking about everything—my job, my friends, and James.

My thoughts were soon broken when I heard Kirk yell, “Fuck off you cheated!” I smile at the little outburst of his holding back a laugh that could potentially get him angrier.

“Nuh uh you lose” Lars grinned at him. This went on for about 20 more minutes before Jason decided to go back home, then Kirk, and finally Lars, Unfortunately the snow started to get heavier making James stay back leaving me and him alone.

To pass time we sat on the couch together watching some show, the fireplace providing warmth and the fiery light illuminating his facial features so well. He looked so good, and I couldn’t help but thirst over him.

“You okay?” He chuckled and looked at me I nearly blushed of embarrassment but quickly nodded. “yeah I’m fine—just feel a little..” I trailed off, I didn’t know how I felt and wasn’t going to tell him anyway.

“Feel what?” He asked, and again I shook my head. “It’s nothing James really” I quickly looked away from him landing my gaze onto the TV instead.

But he didn’t take that hell no; instead, he grabbed my chin and turned my face to look at him “look at me” he muttered, my lips parted slightly my eyes widened at the little gesture he showed.

“Tell me, what is it darlin’?” He rasped out, I felt his face getting closer to mine I swallowed thickly “I feel-..uhm..” I couldn’t mutter the courage to say anything but I heard him chuckle “do you have feelings for me?”

I stayed quiet I could barely talk, in danger of stuttering so badly he might laugh, so instead I kissed him and to my surprise he wasted no time in kissing me back, placing his hand on my waist and the other cupping my face deepening the kiss.

I pulled away slightly and I felt him smile against my lips “I waited so long to do that y’know that?” I smiled “you shouldn’t have waited.”

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.

I could die happy if I simply sat on his lap. Just saying 😋🤭

“All hail Papa Het!” we say in unison

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.