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“New Muse”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then he heard you..

“Mind if I sit ‘ere?”

He looked up, his eyes bright with curiosity.

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

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

“Rough night?” You asked.

“More like a rough month” he grumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

He nodded “yeah.”

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

He couldn’t stop thinking about you.

At all.

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

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

One song was born.

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

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

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

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

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

You turned your head, over your shoulder.

Locking eyes with him again.

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

“Hi” you smiled softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right now?”

He gave you a small nod.

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

But who would say ‘no’ to him?

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

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

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

A small wooden coffee table and a black leather couch.

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

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

“I needed you” he muttered roughly.

“Needed me?” Your brows furrowed.

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

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

“Hope I didn’t speak too soon”

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

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

You nodded, “yeah..should do that”

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

You couldn’t help but smile.

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Mightttt do a 2nd part for ya

“I wanted you” (part 2)

Part 1

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

A wave of confusion that hit the both of you.

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

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

Impulsive, caught up in the moment?

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

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

“Hello?”

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

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

But then you answered back—

“Nothing, you?”

A few seconds later his voice rang through your ears.

“Thinkin’ ‘bout you.”

You paused, so did he.

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

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

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

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

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

Your stomach flipped.

“Why’d you leave then?”

This time it took him longer to respond.

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

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

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

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

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

Mind as well find out.

“Yeah.”

—

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

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

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

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

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

“So..” you trailed off.

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

You raised your eyebrows slightly “dangerous”

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

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

“What?” You muttered

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

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

“I remember,” you murmured.

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

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

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

You stayed quiet, letting it all sink in.

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

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

“Liam..”

He looked at you then, raw and unguarded.

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

This confession—took way too long.

Way too fucking long.

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

“Serious?” You whispered.

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

That was all it took.

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

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

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

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

Eventually the two of you pulled away.

“I always wanted you.” He whispered.

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

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

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

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

“Rare moments”

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

Warnings: smut as requested

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

Knowing that all the same questions were thrown at him.

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

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

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

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

He barely even talked about her!

but because that was just who he was.

Private. Guarded.

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

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

She wanted to remind him why he even married her.

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

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

“What’s this then?” He asked.

Shrugging a bit “just wanted to dress up”

“For?”

“You” she gave him a cheeky smile

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded. “Yeah.”

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

She grinned. “Humor me.”

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

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

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

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

“You look so beautiful” he murmured.

She blushed at his compliment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“‘M so close—Noel” Meg gasped.

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

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

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

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

Gripping tightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Every bit of you.”

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“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

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.

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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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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I just wanna kiss all of them on the cheek, bruh.

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Is anyone else in love with like a bazillion rockstars at once or is it just me?

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