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remembering this acc has made me so inspired to write... if you guys wanna give me ideas.. 🥺🥺
post more, ultravirgin3000, I’m enjoying this.
(No pressure dw)
as you wish
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yess thats me hi guys 🥺🥺
ive got so many purchases to make and so little money so now obviously im daydreaming abt 2000s liam (especially when he decided to become a diva) spoiling the shit out of you.. like coming home to some designer dress just lying on the bed while he's being all nonchalant abt it "just thought you'd suit it, y'know" and then he'd make u model it for him ughh. ALSO he'd totally buy you like rly expensive lingerie sets from Victoria's secret or whatever all the time sigh...

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⋆˚࿔pairing: 90's!noel gallagher x fem!reader
⋆˚࿔based on this request!
⋆˚࿔a/n: this is just a really short one sorry i didnt really know how to flesh it out much... it was so fun to write though!! i love soft noel sm
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it was hard dating noel sometimes. especially when he hadn't really been around, busy with tours and recording. you couldnt help but worry sometimes, his last tour had ran for over 13 months, and god knows what he got up to on the road. you knew about the groupies that followed his band, obviously, but you tried to trust him; he knew better than that.
noel had only been back for a month or so, but the two of you were sure to make up for lost time. plus, he liked to take you out often, using his new fortune.
it had started earlier this morning. you knew your period was a few days late, but figured that it was nothing to worry about. but when you woke up, an unfamiliar wave of nausea hit you.
which is why you were now standing in the locked bathroom, staring down at a positive pregnancy test.
you weren't sure what to feel. fear? shock? happiness? it all swirled into a mess of emotion in your head, unable to tell what was what.
you knew you had to tell noel, but you were afraid of how he would react. he would be a good dad, obviously, but the man was tired. especially considering he was almost a father to his younger brother, looking out for him constantly during the past few months.
"noel?" you called, voice coming out a bit wobbly.
noel's head lifted from a notebook- already writing new music, watching as you slowly walked towards him. he set his guitar to the side, eyebrows furrowing as he saw the look on your face.
"what's goin' on?" he asked, tentatively. "you good?"
"i'm fine," you assured him quickly. "just, uh, i've got something i need to tell you."
he nodded, leaning forward with his forearms on his thighs, giving you his full attention.
he noticed the way you took a deep, shuddering breath, the faint smile that ghosted your lips as you revealed the test.
"i'm pregnant."
silence filled the room. one moment passed, two moments.
your heart dropped to your stomach, but before you could talk again, he was on his feet, taking the pregnancy test from your hands. there was a sense of wonder in his eyes as he stared at the lines, a reminder that he was still young and confused, despite how exhaustion seemed to cling to him.
"god," he breathed out. "you're serious."
you nodded, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. "y-yeah, and i know its a lot, but we... we can do this, right?"
he carefully placed the test aside, hands coming up to hold your waist, thumbs brushing over your stomach.
the thought of being a dad terrified him, considering the piece of work his own father had been. but there was part of him that longed for it, who wanted to be better than his old man had been.
"fuck... yeah. we can, love." he pressed a kiss to your cheek, trying to calm you down. "i'll take care of the two of ya, i promise. won't have to worry about a thing."
he guided you to sit down, his arm around your shoulder holding you close.
"you feelin' alright?" he didn't know too much about pregnancy. he'd only been a young boy when his mum was pregnant with liam, after all.
"i threw up this morning," you admitted with a shaky laugh. "sorry."
"don't give a shit about that," he reassured you. "i've seen and smelt worse on that tour bus."
you nodded, trying to smile through your overwhelmed tears. "i can't believe it. you- you're gonna be a good dad, noel."
he kissed you then, softer than usual. "i'm here for you, okay? and the baby." his hand settled on your stomach again, warm and comforting.
he grinned, his lips still ghosting over yours. "i know all about dealin' with annoyin' little shits anyways."
Just found ur account, AMAZINGGGG FICS U WRITEEE!!!!!
THANK YOUUU !! i appreciate that sm i was so scared of posting my writing but im so glad i did u guys are so sweet
Hi can I request a nice story based on telling 90's Noel he's going to be a dad please
stop this would be so cute like i can imagine him being stunned but then hed be so sweet at the same time ughhh im writing this as soon as classes are over 🥹
ISLA MAMA HI ITS SIMONE I JS SAWQ UR ACC I MISSED U
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sweet thing
⋆˚࿔pairing: dilf!liam gallagher x fem!reader
⋆˚࿔cw: female masturbation, fingering, oral (f! recieving), p in v, unprotected sex, fingers in mouth, daddy kink, praise, liam kinda babies the reader, dumbification, crying
⋆˚࿔wc: 1.5k
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⋆˚࿔a/n: this fic is entirely self serving for me i fear so sry if liam is kinda ooc... wrote this instead of working on my missing assignments (also found out im gonna be an auntie when i was taking a break what the helly)
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fuck, how long had liam been away for? two, maybe three hours? whatever it was, it was taking too damn long. he was busy today, taking an interview at some radio station you forgot the name of.
and that dickhead was making you suffer in his absence.
earlier that morning, you'd watched his hands intently, and, unfortunately for you, he'd noticed. after that, he made sure to make a show of tracing little circles on the countertop as you drank your morning cup of tea together.
and, just before he left, he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth and muttered:
"be a good girl while im gone, alright?"
before leaving without another word.
so now you were curled up in bed, phone in hand, trying to keep your mind from wandering, or else you might go insane if he kept you waiting another minute.
then you made the mistake of watching one of his interviews from a few years ago. you barely paid attention to what he was saying, the sound of his gravelly voice ranting about god knows what making your stomach flutter.
fuck it, you reasoned with yourself as a hand drifted between your thighs. why were you putting yourself through this? you rubbed your clit through your panties, grimacing as you realised how wet you already were.
you quickly slipped your fingers beneath the fabric, pressing two fingers into yourself slowly, eyes fluttering closed. a whine escaped you as you pressed against your walls, fingers just too short for that spot. your hips bucked up as you pressed harder against your clit, trying to pretend it was liam's chunky fingers stretching you open properly.
"li..." you groaned under your breath, too caught up in your own fantasy to notice the jingle of keys opening the door, or footsteps creaking down the hall. you only paused when you felt a pair of eyes on you, fingers still inside yourself.
"don't gotta stop for me," he huffed out a laugh, shedding his parka and tossing it somewhere on the floor. "unless ya want me to fuck you proper?"
your jaw dropped, a mix of arousal and mortification curling in your stomach. you pulled your fingers out of yourself, crawling to the other side of the bed to pull him closer with your clean hand.
"you were gone for so long," you whined. "couldn't stop thinking about you..."
"i can tell." he brought your messy fingers to his lips and sucked the slick from them, a wicked grin on his face. his hand tugged at the waistband of your joggers, pulling them down with ease. tugging your panties to the side, his strong fingers ran through your folds once, and you shuddered.
"fuckin' soaked." he traced small circles around your clit, smugly taking his time. ever so slowly, he pushed two thick fingers inside you. you moaned at the stretch, the way he started to scissor them against your walls.
and then, his fingers stilled inside you.
you cried out in protest, but he quickly shushed you, his free hand coming up to the nape of your neck, fingers swirling in the soft hairs there.
"y'want it badly, right?" he cooed. "go on then, fuck yourself on my hand. show me how you want it."
slowly, you started to move your hips against his hand, quickly gaining pace as that knot built inside you. his thumb pressed against your clit as you angled your hips so his fingers would grind against that spongey spot, moaning every time you made him hit it.
"thats it, fucking yourself so well, just for me," he praised. you were close, so close, but just as you were about to cum, he pulled his fingers out of you.
"liaam-" you whined, tears of frustration pricking in your eyes.
"shh, baby," he soothed, pushing your shoulders gently, guiding you onto your back. "gonna give you what you want, just be patient f'me, okay?"
his hands glided under your top, pulling it over your head and deftly unclasping your bra. he kissed down your chest, sealing his lips around a nipple and swirling his tongue around it, pinching the other between two fingers.
"left you desperate all day, didn't i?" he mused as he pulled back, hands drifting between your thighs to pull your panties down fully. his strong hands parted your thighs, even when you tried to squeeze them together tightly. "gonna make it up to ya."
his fingers parted your folds, eyes heavy lidded as he saw just how soaked you were. he pressed his nose just above where you were dripping for him, groaning at the smell of your arousal. you moaned as he licked one long, leisurely stripe up your folds.
"could eat this pretty pussy all day," he grunted. he pulled back, pushing your knees back against yourself, thighs swung over his shoulders so he could spit a warm trail of saliva on your cunt, diving back between your legs again to clean it off.
his nose pressed against your clit as his lips sucked around your entrance, his tongue delving between your folds. he came up to circle your clit with the tip of his tongue before suckling the sensitive nub. "fuckin' hell, princess. you're still bloody gagging for it, aren't ya? my little slut."
liam sealed his lips around your entrance again and pushed his tongue deep inside, fucking your hole with his mouth. he dribbled on your cunt, letting the wet heat soak into your skin before he lapped at your juices, slurping and sucking.
"let me hear you, baby," he insisted, the vibration of his voice making you moan even louder. "let go, daddy's got ya."
his words had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, back arching off the bed as you came. he didn't slow his pace as he drank your juices, if anything, his tongue fucked into you with even more vigour, shaking his head side to side to make sure you felt him everywhere.
"w-wait! i can't-" you whimpered, weakly pushing at his hair as your mind clouded with overstimulating.
"you're alright," he cooed. "you can give me another, can't ya? yeah, that's it, good girl..."
he started thrusting his fingers inside you so he could focus on giving your puffy clit attention. his tongue flicked against it mercilessly, and another orgasm washed over you quickly.
"so needy, gonna soak these sheets, aren't ya?" he climbed up your body, the sight of your fucked-out face only spurring him on further. "i'll fill this perfect cunt up, baby, just be a good girl and stay still for me, yeah?"
you nodded dumbly, letting him move your legs so they wrapped around his hips instead. he quickly kicked his trousers off, fingers going back to your cunt to gather up some of your slick to coat his cock, giving himself a few pumps with it.
lining himself up, he slid into you easily, since your cunt was drooling at this point. his head tipped forward against your shoulder as he felt you sucking him in, groaning as he bottomed out.
"pretty girl takin' daddy so well," he murmured in your ear, his thrusts deep and languid. your eyes rolled back, babbling incoherently from the overstimulation.
"y'still with me, sweet thing?" he pressed his fingers against your lips as he fucked you, which instinctively parted.
"feels so good..." you moaned, taking his fingers into his mouth and suckling on them to ground yourself, the taste of your own mess lingering on your tongue.
your gummy, sensitive walls stretched around his cock, hips bucking up pathetically. he shifted the angle slightly, his tip just kissing your cervix. you whimpered around his fingers, too fucked-out to moan properly anymore.
"you're so tight," he grunted, teetering on the edge of his own release. "cum for me one last time. you can do it. c'mon, be good for daddy."
his fingers pressed gently on your tongue, silently egging you on. tears poured down your face as your orgasm hit and you let out an incoherent babble of his name, muffled by his fingers, clenching desperately around him. the sensation had him spilling inside you, collapsing on top of you once you'd ridden it out.
"y'did so good," he praised softly, withdrawing his fingers from your swollen lips. "all for me, my perfect girl."
your head was still spinning as you nodded, but you were slowly coming to. he rolled off of you, leaving your hole empty and leaking his release. lazily, he swirled a finger around your entrance and stuffed some of his cum back inside, careful not to be too harsh on your oversensitive pussy.
"pretty baby," he laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "sorry for leavin' you all desperate, love. y'know i can't help meself, 'specially seein' how needy ya get for me."
"'s okay," you relented, breathless. "made it up to me real good."
"course i did." he threaded his fingers into your scalp, while the other traced idle patterns on your stomach.
"by the way, yer pathetic at fuckin' yourself, pet."
MASTERPLAN
this is just a wip for my intro post lmao i'll make it aesthetic later x
bathroom tiles (smut!)
too early for that
— RECORDING SESSION
pairing ; dilf!liam x fem!reader warnings ; 18+, smut, liam records your moans, headlocks + choking, praise, exhibitionism?, mentions of overstimulation, drool + spit, etc!
a/n ; for my beloved @liamsbicep, i hope u guys enjoy!! little bit of a short one ik :( synopsis ; — request here. | reqs open ღ word count ; 1.7k ღ
‧ ₊❝ dilf!liam who calls you late in the morning, the abrupt sound of ringing waking you up from your dazed state where sleep still clings heavy in your bones. you reach for it with a groan, already knowing who's on the other side of the line. after all, it's not the first time he's called you early in the morning, usually to spurt some random inspiration he found.
"mornin' babe," liam drawls through the other end of the phone, brimming with pure enthusiasm. a rare sound to hear so early in the day. "...you busy or summat?"
"not anymore," you let out a sigh, voice still hoarse with the remnants of sleep. "do you need something, liam?"
"yeah, yeah," you can hear the nod in his voice as he speaks, his thick mancunian accent slurring through his enthusiastic words. "can 'ya swing by the studio some time? got an idea i'm itchin' to get out. need 'ya for it."
queeeeennnn u should do an intro posttttt!
omg yesss !! ill get working on this soon just need to work out what to actually put in it eek
bathroom tiles
⋆˚࿔Pairing: pre-fame!liam gallagher x fem!reader
⋆˚࿔CW: oral (m recieving), kinda public sex, hair pulling, face fucking, praise, degradation, drunk sex but its not very obvious...
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⋆˚࿔a/n: okay so why is smut so hard to write i tried my best im sorry guys its not the best </3 if u guys have any suggestions or smth PLEASEEE tell me i wanna write smth good...
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the bar was as it always was on a saturday night; crowded, loud, and filled with a heady mix of cigarette smoke and weed. liam was sat at a booth with the rest of oasis, and you around his arm. they'd just played a short gig, but liam was still buzzed from it- and the several pints he'd downed by now.
the boys were laughing at something noel had said, but liam's mind was elsewhere. he kept glancing down at you, and the way you'd absentmindedly hold the pendant of your necklace between your lips, the way he noticed your thighs squeeze together under that short little skirt in a way that made blood rush straight to his cock. he was snapped out of his trance by the snap of fingers in front of his face, and bonehead grinning dumbly at him.
"lookin' a bit spacey, li. y'ain't had too much already?" noel taunted him, finishing off another pint. "c'mon, go grab me another."
"get it yerself, ya lazy shit," liam grumbled. he couldn't stand up, otherwise the tent in his pants would be painstakingly obvious. part of him was tempted to get up anyways, only to make them jealous.
noel, clearly not in the mood for another scuffle, rolled his eyes and got up, dodging the clumsy dancers as he made his way to the bar.
while the other three boys were deep in conversation about who they thought had the best chance with one of the girls behind the bar, you tipped your head back to look at liam.
"you okay?" you asked, half teasing, half concerned. heat had been simmering in your lower stomach from the moment you saw him on that tiny stage, snarling lyrics that really didn't make sense. you'd watched as he spat on the floor after a few songs, imagined the way he would do the same on your cunt.
liam grunted in response, his hips shifting upwards. and that's when you noticed it, a tipsy smirk forming on your lips. his breath hitched as he felt your palm suddenly press on his clothed cock, a spark of pleasure shooting up his belly.
"ffuck-" he cursed, his voice barely audible over the pounding bass of the speakers. he gripped your wrist tightly, stopping you from palming him any harder. "bathroom. now. i'll follow in two minutes."
you didn't need telling twice. despite the alcohol swirling in your head, you hopped up out of the booth, excusing yourself, and bounced into the bathrooms. you gave yourself a once over in the dirty mirrors as you waited. liam was always rougher after a gig, full of pent-up energy that you were more than willing to have taken out on you.
much less than two minutes later, the door swung open again, and liam stumbled in, grabbing your wrist and tugging you into a sloppy kiss. you tried to be a tease, refusing to open your mouth as his tongue ran along the seam of your lips, but his free hand slid under your skirt and rubbed against your clothed clit, eliciting a gasp from you.
he was everywhere, pressing you against the sinks, sucking your own tongue into his mouth. he pulled back, breathless, and released your wrist so he could tap his finger against your mouth.
"wider," he instructed, and you obeyed. looming over you, he held you by the jaw and spat into your mouth, grinning as he watched you immediately swallow.
"atta girl." he stepped back and pushed down on your shoulder, signaling where he wanted you. "on yer knees, baby. i saw ya fuckin' gagging for it earlier."
you glanced around the bathroom. anyone could walk in here, but you were drunk and horny so you really didn't give a shit. you sunk to your knees, hands shakily working at his belt. his cock sprung free, hard and flushed, your thumb smearing the precum that had built at the tip. you pressed a wet kiss to his tip, lips still sloppy from his spit. he dragged it clumsily across your cheek, sighing as you gave him teasing kitten licks.
"c'mon," he encouraged, voice hoarse as you licked a long stripe up his length. "ya know how to suck it, darlin', quit actin' like some dumb slut."
he gripped you by the hair, practically forcing his length down your throat. his head tipped back as he bottomed out, your whine sending vibrations up his cock.
"good girl," he slurred. "lettin' me use that pretty little mouth of yours like this. gonna make me cum, yeah? i know ya can."
you felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as you forced yourself to bob your head, gagging as your throat stretched around his cock. you could taste the saltiness of his precum, could feel each vein pulsing on his hard cock.
"you can go faster than that, can't ya, dirty girl?" he taunted, a choked whimper escaping his lips as you ran your tongue along the base of his cock. his hips started snapping forwards, impatiently chasing his orgasm. "thaaat's it, fuck-"
your own saliva started to drip down your chin, whimpering again as he abused your throat, hitting the back of it with each shallow thrust.
"good fuckin' whore," he praised, using his grip on your hair to force you to bob your head in time with his thrusts. "takin' this soo well, so fuckin' excited at the idea of anybody walkin' in and seein' how well you use that pretty mouth. y-yeah, just like that, baby, you better swallow it all-"
your teeth grazed his cock, and he was spilling down your throat with a hoarse groan, his warm release spurting in your mouth in thick ropes, dripping out the corners of your mouth as you tried to swallow it all down. his hand moved from your hair to cup your jaw, his thumb smudging the tears that had leaked from your eyes.
"did so good for me, baby," he crooned, his spent cock falling from your lips. he scooped up some of your saliva mixed with his cum on the tip of his finger, pressing it against your lips. your tongue poked out, lapping it up off the pad of his index finger. "my good girl."
he stuffed himself back in his pants, unbothered about the mess before scooping you up from the cold bathroom floor.
"gotta get back to the booth," he whispered, which you whined at, realising that you weren't going to get your own release, yet. "i know, i know. but they're gonna get suspicious, and i can't deal with noel taking the rip outta me again."
"fine," you huffed, a pout forming on your swollen lips. "but you owe me later."
"trust me, darlin', i'm gonna make it up to ya so good tonight. promise."

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too early for that
⋆˚࿔Pairing: dilf!liam gallagher x fem!reader
⋆˚࿔Summary: after liam comes home from his early morning jog, you decide to shower with him
⋆˚࿔cw: nothing much, its fluff!! implied age gap, probably
⋆˚࿔wc: 1k
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⋆˚࿔a/n: this is my first time posting my writing dont judge it too harsly lmao, sorry if its off character or a bit boring bc I just wanted to try smth tame for my first fic... (i tried to make the readers hair ambiguous as a curly girl myself x)
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the sound of a dog's barking echoed through the hallway, quickly followed by a slightly breathless voice shushing it. you sat up slowly in bed, automatically annoyed at the rude awakening.
you vaguely remembered stirring a while ago with a gravelly whisper telling you to fall back asleep and that he'd be back soon.
"liam?" you called, voice heavy from sleep. you slipped out of bed, wrapped in one of his shirts, and padded out of your room.
your eyes landed on liam, crouched by the door as his dog, buttons, jumped up on him, demanding attention. he was grinning, his greying hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. his eyes flickered up to yours, and that's when he stood up with a grunt, shrugging off his parka.
"mornin', baby. y'alright?" he drawled, opening his arms automatically as you approached him.
"you woke me up," you accused as you fell into his embrace, his body cool from the chill outside. "what kind of psychopath wakes up at 6am for a run?
"how else am i supposed to keep up with ya?" he shot back, giving your arse a soft pat. "got bad hips, y'know. gotta stay fit for ya."
you let out a giggle, swatting his hand away. you always thought he was handsome like this, disheveled and sweaty. running burned off a lot of that pent-up energy he still had, and it seemed to put him in a good mood, which meant that he'd probably try to spend the whole day spoiling you even more than usual.
burying your face in the crook of his neck, your nose pressed against his slightly damp skin. you looked up at him through your eyelashes. "you kinda stink."
"no shit, darlin'," he grumbled, letting you go. instead, he grabbed your wrist and tugged you along with him, towards the bathroom. "guess we gotta fix that then, don't we?"
he shed off his shirt as soon as the bathroom door shut behind the two of you, before turning around to face you. "arms up, pet." you did as he said, goosebumps raising on your skin as he pulled your (his) shirt over your head.
"gorgeous," he mumbled as his eyes ran over your bare body, pressing a firm kiss to your temple. he ushered you into the shower, turning the stream on. he made sure you didn't get splashed by the cold water. he stepped under when it heated up, gesturing for you to stand in front of him. "c'mon, let's get that hair done."
"use my nice shampoo," you insisted, passing him the bottle. it was some expensive brand he didn't quite understand the benefits of, but would always buy you as soon as he saw it running out.
"since you asked so nicely," he snorted, squeezing a generous blob onto his palm and working it through your roots, hands a little too rough sometimes. he repeated the process twice, then tried to work out some of the knots that had formed in your hair overnight with conditioner and his fingers.
"ow! careful..." you huffed as he came across a particularly stubborn knot. "don't tug too hard."
"sorry," he said, gently scratching your scalp to ease the tension. he started working at the knot again, this time with more caution. "almost got it, hold still f'me... yeahhh, that's it, good girl. it's gone." he praised.
he rinsed the conditioner from your hair, kissing the nape of your neck to tell you that he had finished. that's when you turned around, taking ahold of him by the shoulders to switch your places.
"your turn," you said as you lathered his own shampoo into his short hair, the same shampoo you'd sometimes use when he was away on tour.
"need me to sit down?"
"you aren't that tall."
he grumbled in mock offence under his breath after that, but titled his head back to give you easier access to his head. your manicured nails scratched just right against his scalp, and he groaned, to your delight.
"you're such a dog," you giggled, cleaning his hair longer than usual just to see how else he would react. he shot you a glare over his shoulder, but didn't object.
eventually, the two of you were clean, and despite your protests, he turned off the shower.
"gonna have to do another bloody tour just to pay off the water bills on these showers," he said, wrapping a towel around your shoulders, rubbing up and down your arms to keep you warm. "go get something warm on, i'll make a cup of tea."
you nodded, following him out of the steamy bathroom. you quickly changed into an old jumper and tied your dripping hair back, deciding it was a problem for the future.
he came into the bedroom with two mugs, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. he tossed the towel off the floor and climbed into bed and nodded his head, urging you to get in with him. he placed both mugs on his bedside table and wrapped an arm around you as soon as you crawled under the sheets, resting your head on his chest.
"you don't stink anymore," you commented, filling the comfortable silence. his chest briefly rumbled at that, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
"well, i'd hope not," he said, his hand beginning to run up and down the length of your spine, those big fingers tracing against each notch he felt. "i wanna take care of you today. might take you out for lunch later, take you out shopping, 'cause it's been too long since i've bought you summat... could just stay here too."
you smiled at that. he really was like a dog, willing to do anything as long as you were there. "stay here with me," you whispered, your hand snaking up to absentmindedly stroke his short hair again. "it's too cold."
his eyes closed at the feeling, pressing his head more firmly against your hand without thinking. "whatever you say, baby."
very very quick sketch i did of 2014 liam but i plan on trying to do a full drawing soon !! (ignore the bad lighting im not at home rn...)