“I Wanted You” (part 2)

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.

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

“All hail Papa Het!” we say in unison

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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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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“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

“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.

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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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