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NOEL GALLAGHER

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needy girl (18+)

Under the Fathers’ Eyes †

Her Lighter On The Piano

In the Noise, Just Us

Unfinished Melody

Lines and Lighter

LIAM GALLAGHER

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Locks the Door Too Late [18+]

- chapter I , chapter II

Our Boy

Sunlight After Rain

Pop Tart & The Gallagher

This song is sooo young Liam.

Chapter 2

Stalker Liam Gallagher x fem!reader

Chapter 1 Synopsis : liam becomes obsessively possessive over her, controlling her life and eliminating anyone in his way. Warnings : obsessive stalking, psychological manipulation, implied murder, and details about a murder. If you are not comfortable with this, don’t read it !

She woke slowly. The light was grey and thin through the curtains. For a moment she didn’t move. She could feel him behind her, the steady weight of his arm thrown across her waist, his chest warm against her back. He held her even in sleep. Securely. She shifted. Just enough to test the hold and his fingers tightened instantly. He wasn’t asleep.

Her lips twitched faintly at that. She didn’t call him out on it. Instead, she slid from under his arm slowly, deliberately, as if giving him every chance to stop her. He didn’t. But she felt his eyes open before she even reached the edge of the bed.

“Where you off to?” His voice was rough.

“Bathroom,” she answered, not turning around.

She could feel him watching her the entire way.

In the bathroom, she locked the door. She leaned against the sink and studied her reflection. There were faint marks along her collarbone, the kind that would fade in the week.

When she returned to the bedroom, he was sitting up, cigarette between his fingers despite the cracked window.

“You’re smokin’ in here now?” she asked.

He didn’t apologize. “You mind?”

She held his gaze a second too long. “No.”

She moved past him into the kitchen without asking if he wanted tea. She knew he’d follow and he did.

He leaned in the doorway while she filled the kettle, arms crossed, watching her with that steady, unreadable focus that never quite felt casual.

“You’re quiet,” he said.

“So are you.”

He shrugged slightly. “Thinkin’”

“About?”

He didn’t answer immediately. His eyes tracked the movement of her hands instead, the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“About that bloke,” he finally said.

She didn’t turn around. “What about him?”

His jaw tightened, subtle but visible. “You brought him home.”

“Yes.”

He stepped further into the kitchen. Not close enough to touch her.

“You knew I’d see.”

That made her pause. She turned then, slowly. “Would you?”

Their eyes locked.

Something flickered in his expression.

“Don’t play games,” he said quietly.

“I’m not.”

“You laughed with him.”

“And?”

“And you don’t laugh like that with everyone.”

Her lips curved slightly. “You notice a lot.”

“I notice what’s mine.”

She stepped closer instead of backing away. “I’m not yours.”

He didn’t flinch.

“You came home with me,” he said evenly.

“And?”

“And you chose.”

The kettle clicked off, the sharp sound breaking the tension for half a second. She reached past him to grab two mugs.

He didn’t move.

Her shoulder brushed his chest.

“You’re jealous,” she said quietly.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I am.”

The honesty hung between them.

“You don’t get to tell me who I see,” she said, but her voice lacked the firmness the words suggested.

He leaned down slightly, just enough that his presence felt heavier.

“I don’t tell you,” he said. “I just don’t like it.”

“And what happens when you don’t like something?”

A small pause.

His thumb brushed lightly against her hip.

“I fix it.”

His gaze dropped to her mouth briefly before lifting again.

“Are you gonna bring him back?”

She held his stare.

“No.”

His shoulders loosened slightly, almost imperceptibly.

“Good.”

She hated that she liked the approval in his voice.

Hated it.

He stepped back finally, giving her space.

“I don’t share,” he added casually, as if discussing the weather.

She handed him his tea. “You don’t own.”

He took the mug from her, fingers brushing hers deliberately.

“Don’t need to,” he replied.

They stood there in the quiet kitchen, steam rising between them, both pretending the balance hadn’t shifted.

He watched her sip her tea.

She watched him watching her.

Neither of them stepped back.

The days after that morning did not calm him.

On the surface, nothing changed. He still met her for drinks. Still walked her home. Still leaned close enough for his breath to warm her ear when he spoke. Still played the role charming, blunt, territorial in a way she pretended to resist but never truly rejected.

But underneath, something had shifted.

The other bloke.

He didn’t say his name again.

He didn’t need to.

He saw him, three days later, outside the work. Tall enough. Clean haircut. Laugh too easy. Liam stood across the street, cigarette burning to the filter between his fingers.

The bloke touched her arm when he laughed.

Touched her.

She didn’t pull away.

That was enough.

Liam didn’t approach them. Didn’t cause a scene. Didn’t glare like some jealous teenager. He just watched.

Clocked the way the man left. The route he took. The car he unlocked. The street he turned down. By the end of the week, he knew the man’s schedule almost as well as he knew hers.

Gym on Tuesdays.

Late shift on Thursdays.

Always parked two streets from his flat because he was paranoid about scratches.

The night it happened, the air was thick and damp.

She thought he was out with mates. He’d kissed her cheek earlier, casual.

She let him go out without asking any questions.

He liked that about her.

The independence.

He told himself he wasn’t doing this because she’d laughed too hard at someone else’s joke.

He told himself it wasn’t jealousy.

Liam stalked him. His heart pounding with a dark intensity as he followed the man he now considered a rival. That wanker. He’d seen them together, seen the way he looked at her. Like she was a piece of meat.

Liam’s jaw clenched as he remembered the way she had laughed, too loudly, too forced, when stepped into her flat with the bloke. He knew she was trying to hide something. And now, he would find out the truth.

He followed him keeping a safe distance as he walked home from the pub. The bloke was drunk, stumbling and laughing loudly, drawing the eye of passersby. Liam felt a surge of disgust. Did she really find this twat funny ?

As they approached his building, Liam made his move. He stepped out from the shadows, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him into an alley before he could react. He stumbled and fell.

“What the fuck?” He slurred, looking up at Liam with bleary eyes. “Who are you?”

Liam didn’t answer. He couldn’t speak. The rage that had been building inside him for weeks now consumed him, and he acted on instinct. He grabbed the man by the throat, squeezing hard, feeling his windpipe compress beneath his fingers. The man gasped and choked, his hands scrabbling at liam’s wrists. But Liam was too strong. He squeezed tighter, watching with cold satisfaction as his face turned red, then purple. He could feel his pulse fluttering wildly beneath his thumb as his airflow was cut off. It took a minute. And then, it was over.Liam released his grip, letting his lifeless body slump to the ground. He stood over him for a moment, breathing hard, his heart still pounding with adrenaline. He knew he had to act fast. He couldn't let her find out about this. She could never know what he'd done. For her own good.

He arrived at his house. Letting himself in, he pulled the body down into the basement, the cold air hitting him as he descended the stairs. The basement was a dank, cramped space, filled with old furniture and boxes of junk he'd accumulated over the years. Perfect for his purposes.

With energy, Liam set to work. He grabbed a hacksaw from a dusty shelf, the metal glinting in the dim light filtering down from the open door above. He started with the man arms, sawing through skin, sinew and bone until the limbs fell away with sickening, meaty thuds. Blood splattered the stone floor, pooling around his bare feet.

He worked quickly and methodically, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he dismembered the body. His legs were next, each one taking more effort as the saw blade grew dull with use. But still, Liam persevered, driven by a desperate need to conceal his crime.

And then he stood back, looking at the hacked up remains of the man who dared to covet his girl. He felt no remorse, only a grim sense of satisfaction. This wanker would never touch her again.

He had one more task left. The hardest one of all.

He took the man corpse, limb by limb, and fed it to the old meat grinder he'd found in the corner of the basement. It protested and groaned, the motor whining in protest as he forced the grisly remains through the machine. But inch by inch, his body disappeared, reduced to a thick, dark sludge. It took hours, and left him drenched in sweat and splattered with blood and sinew. But when he was done, everything was gone. He had vanished without a trace. Liam stood over the pile of dark, churned meat that had once been his rival. He felt no guilt, no shame. Only a sense of grim determination. She was his, and his alone. No one would ever come between them again.

He cleaned up the scene, scrubbing the blood from the floor and walls until there was no trace left. Then he climbed the stairs, his body aching and weary, but his heart light with a newfound sense of possessive love. He knew he would have to be more careful now. More discreet. He couldn't let her suspect a thing. But he also knew that he would do whatever it took to keep her. No matter what it cost.

Because in his mind, she belonged to him. And he would never let her go. Not for anything. Not even for this corpse.

He went to her home this night after a good shower. She had given him a duplicate set of keys. She was already in bed, awake, He lay down next to her. He pulled her close, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair, unaware of what he had committed. He knew he would have to be more cautious now. More clever. He couldn't let his obsession consume him. But he also knew that he would never stop loving her. Never stop protecting her.

"How was your day?" she asked him, her hands playing with his t-shirt.

"The best day in a long time."

"Hmm, cool then," she said in return, before kissing him and turning off the light.

Needy girl (18+)

Noel Gallagher x Fem! Reader

Synopsis: just his needy girl who needed him while he was writing lyrics.

Warnings : tbh it is just pure smut (18+) and Noel being dom, short one !

Noel looks up from his notebook as she plops herself down on his lap, his pen pausing mid-sentence. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he takes in the sight of her, his oversized t-shirt hanging off one shoulder, her hair a tousled mess from the pillow, those eyes blinking up at him. He sets the pen down and wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Well, well, well... what have we here?" he teases, his hand drifting higher up her thigh. "Did I not give you enough attention earlier, love? Needed to come and interrupt my genius at work, did ya?"

"hmhh...please.." she says in his neck, without even making a sentence just whispering.

He leans in, nuzzling into her neck, breathing in the scent of her. His stubble grazes her soft skin as he murmurs, "Greedy girl, aren't you? Always wanting more, more, more..."

He tilts her chin up with a finger under her jaw, forcing her to meet his heated gaze. His blue eyes dance with mischief and lust. "Use your words, love. I need you to tell me what you want hmhh ?"

His other hand drifts lower, grazing over the front of her panties. He feels the dampness there, evidence of her arousal. "Although..." he muses, a grin spreading across his face, "it seems like your body is doing all the talking for you, isn't it? Dirty girl, getting this worked up just from sitting on my lap..."

"Please..been wet for you all day.." she whispers back.

In a swift movement, he stands up, easily lifting her with him. He carries her over to the desk, sweeping away his notebook and pens with one arm, clearing a space for her. He sets her down on the edge, pushing her thighs apart to stand between them. "All. Day," he repeats, emphasis on each word. His hands slide up her inner thighs, pushing the shirt up as he goes. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of her panties and tugs them down, letting them fall to the floor with a soft rustle.

He takes a step back, drinking in the sight of her - legs spread, shirt riding up. His cock strains against the confines of his jeans, a prominent bulge evident. "... look at you. So fucking gorgeous. And all mine," he rasps, palming himself through the denim. He leans down, trailing kisses up her inner thigh, his stubble leaving a tingling path in its wake. He pauses just before he reaches her glistening folds, looking up at her with a smirk. "You want me to touch you, baby? Want me to make this ache go away?" he purrs, his breath ghosting over her sensitive cunt. "Ask me nicely..."

"Noel please... been a good girl for you" she says with her legs spread.

Noel smirks wickedly at her pleading words, his eyes roaming hungrily over her exposed cunt. He leans in closer, his breath hot against her dripping core. "A good girl, huh? Then prove it. Show me how much you want it," he commands.

He straightens up, crossing his arms over his chest. "Touch yourself, baby. Let me see you pleasure this needy little cunt of yours." He steps back. His gaze remains locked with hers, intense and demanding. "Don't be shy. I want to watch you finger fuck this greedy hole until you're shaking and begging for my dick. Go on, love... give me a little show hmh ?"

Noel watches intently as she hesitantly starts to touch herself, her fingers brushing against her glistening folds. He feels his cock throb in his jeans as he takes in the erotic sight of her pleasing herself, all while maintaining eye contact with him.

"That's it, baby... get those fingers nice and wet," he encourages. "I want to see you slide them deep inside this hungry little cunt. I want to hear those pretty moans and whimpers."

His eyes remain locked with hers, blazing with lust and hunger. "Faster, baby... fuck yourself faster." he said, his own hips starting to rock slightly, fucking into his closed fist. "That's it, make yourself come all over your fingers. Show me what a dirty girl you can be for me."

Her fingers moving frantically over her aching clit. He finally relents, yanking his jeans and boxers down to free his throbbing erection, the head already leaking pre-cum.

"Fuck look how badly you need it," he rasps, fisting his length. "Begging for my cock like a bitch in heat..."

He steps forward, nudging the tip of his dick against her soaked entrance. The contact makes her shudder and whimper, trying to push her hips forward to take him inside.

He brings a hand down to her chin, gripping it firmly as he forces her to maintain eye contact. At the same time, his other hand grips the base of his cock, squeezing it hard as he continues to tease her entrance with the leaking tip. He grinds it against her clit, making her writhe and moan. And then he thrusts forward, burying his hard cock deep inside her tight, wet heat.

He starts to move, withdrawing until just the tip remains inside, before slamming back in, setting a hard, fast pace. the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "That's it... this is what you needed, isn't it? To be split open on my fucking cock." his hands gripping her hips hard as he pounds into her.

He leans down, capturing her mouth in a brutal, dominating kiss. His tongue plunders her mouth, fucking her with the same intensity as his hips. He swallows her cries and moans, drinking them down greedily. One hand reaches up to palm her breast. He pinches and rolls her nipple between his fingers, tugging on it sharply. The mix of pleasure and pain makes her arch her back, pressing her chest more fully into his touch. He breaks the kiss, both of them panting harshly. He attacks her neck next, biting and sucking on the tender skin, determined to mark her, to claim her as his.

"Fuck... you feel incredible. This cunt was made for my cock," he groans, his rhythm starting to falter slightly as he loses himself in the exquisite sensation of her walls gripping him. He hooks her knees over his elbows, nearly bending her in half as he looms over her. The new angle allows him to drive even deeper, hitting that special spot inside her with every thrust.

"Come on, baby... come on my cock."

and he didn't need to ask twice.

Hey! I will post it soon, probably Wednesday that comes!

I have to translate the story into English and need to finish it

anyways, those pictures of liam made me realize how pretty his lips are and i cannot stop thinking about annoying boyfriend liam who won’t stop kissing you while you talk and you have to HOLD his face and be like CALM. DOWN. DAMN!!!!!! and he literally couldn’t care less like he😌won’t stop. and he’ll be very very annoying about it. also liam who has an oral fixation and one time he’s soo high he literally falls asleep while eating you out or sucking your tits omg !!… omg who said that…

omg. First of all, thank you for coming to talk to me! You know I’m not English so it’s really hard for me to go to people ahah so I’m very shy

And doing fanfic really takes time for me ahah but i love doing them! Even if most of the time I find my work sloppy because I can’t find the right words and I don’t have enough inspiration to keep the story interesting and all that stuff.

Also, babe you are so creative ! like I can’t stop thinking about what you suggested with liam. Like someone hold me back please 🙏🏻 this is such a fucking good idea.

Chapter 2

come back in 1 week

found that on pinterest btw

I have to go back to my very strict Catholic school…

but I don’t know if I have the right to keep my phone or even tumblr (I’ll probably keep it in secret...) which means that I’ll probably post much less than now! and write too (even if i dont write that much) but dont worry i will keep writting but just a little bit least !