Hi girls! Unrelated to fanfic and our beloved oasis boys, but I wanted to vent a bit.
The world is such an awful place right now. As you know, I'm Argentine. At this moment, the far-right government in power in my country is trying to obtain the numbers they need to pass a very harmful law in the Congress. This law will allow unlimited land sell to foreign entities and powers, jeopardising my country's sovereignity, autonomy, and independence.
Unfortunately, this is not new in Latin American countries. First world powers find nefarious local allies that will do what they can to get to power, make their business, gain a few dollars for their own pockets and then condemn the rest of the society. It's sad and it makes me angry. If you have an Argentine friend, give them a hug, even if it's a virtual one. Our country leaders are trying to sell our land, our natural resources, our future, our identity. We will go to the streets and fight, but I feel so hopeless right now.
acá esperando dancing on my own pt2 o si queres hacerlo una serie o si queres hacer un millón de partes yo cuando mi fic favorita tuya es dancing on my own de paso cuando la otra parte de crush (con presión)
This has been in my drafts forever and I’m posting it mostly unfinished because I lost my motivation to fully write it
Summary: Noel has an afternoon to himself and what better way to spend it than getting high off the weed he had stashed and playing the guitar. The senses of music and arousal are easy to get mixed up
I know what you are Mr “if I could have sex with my guitar I don’t know if I’d choose it or my wife”
Warnings: male masturbation, guitar kink (?), dry humping, he basically fucks his guitar sorry, marijuana use
It was just another Tuesday afternoon, alone in the house once again after he half heartedly played sick to avoid being dragged around in the town by his mother. The house was silent in rare moment of bliss. Despite the smug sense of satisfaction of having his shared room to himself for once, being alone got boring after a few hours. The time was passed by playing on the guitar, changing chords and notes and tweaking the same piece of music for hours.
He dug briefly under his bed to pull a bag of marijuana out, double sealed and carefully stowed away, even tucked into a pair of socks. Last thing that he wanted was his mother to smell it and start asking questions, despite the fact she knew. She always did. It felt more respectful that way to not blatantly disregard her requests but skirt the edges of them.
He carefully spread the dried mixture along a rolling paper, bringing it to his lips to seal it with practiced ease, popping it into the corner of his mouth while he patted down his pockets for a lighter. The flame sputtered out several times before finally catching against the paper. Cheeks puffed inwards as he inhaled in several small puffs until the smoke curled upwards and the braucht cherry steadily glowed. It was an acrid and musty scent as he leaned further out the window, pulling the first breath of smoke and holding it deep, breath hitching at the top of his inhale to keep the smoke in. A smooth exhale met with a cough, hacking at the dryness in his throat from too big of a hit too quickly.
The smoke was thick as he pulled it through the joint, bitter and acrid along his throat as he pulled it into his lungs. Forcing down instinct to cough at the feeling of his lungs being filled he held it deeply for a brief moment, letting it linger before exhaling, making sure to angle himself out the window when he released the puff. He watched the small cloud shift and change before dissipating as he brought the end back to his lips again.
Repeating each time as he felt the effects kick in by the third drag, pleasantly buzzed by the end of the joint and able to relax into the sound of the record he put on playing. The edges of everything were softer, his eyes felt heavy and the movement of leaning to press the cherry red end into the tile outside the window sent the room waving in a pleasant way. The usual awareness he had over his body and mind had dulled, leaving him feeling like everything was warm, soft, dialled down or up until everything was just nice.
He realized he was smiling, tilting his head back as he enjoyed the high settling in. With an empty mind and newfound looseness he sighed, feeling the pull in his lungs to cough again before closing the window and shuffling around on his mattress.
Guitar having been put to the side earlier in favour of a high it now looked beyond tempting. He had thought it before, how well the smooth wood sat in his hands, the control over tightly drawn strings, the flow through the sound. It felt like an extension of himself. Things that were suppressed and hidden behind the sarcasm and scathing remarks came forward with an instrument in his hands.
As one hand trailed the curve of the guitar and dragged across the smooth wood, shivering as he swore that he could feel his own hand through the wood.
The feeling of the music pulling something within his stomach tighter, moving and bending like the strings of his guitar. Another low strum sending shivers throughout his frame as the deep twang of the guitar seemed to reverberate through his body. The movement causes his hips to shift slightly, back curving inwards as he pressed into the body of the guitar harder and gasp when arousal lights up every nerve across his skin, hair raising on his arms and neck, eyes fluttering closed when he fights to draw the air into his lungs from the way it was punched out.
The weed was making him so much more aware of his skin and the racing heart beneath it, the rattle of each breath. Every shift he was able to feel the brush of clothes against his skin, the shift of his weight resulting in far more motion than needed.
The music felt physically present against his warm skin. The high notes made him shiver and the low buzz of deeper tones caused tension to wind within his muscles. There was barely any stimulation, only a slight vibration from the guitar that rumbled in his abdomen as he pressed closer, hunching over and trying to angle the edge closer to his crotch. Finally even through the dulled reactions he managed to position the curve of the acoustic guitar against his dick and press into it.
Keeping the angle as it was, he shifted his hips upward and tried pressing down deeper. The pressure was delicious, something that usually whe would be able to ignore felt all consuming under the influence. A heavy handed strum forced a wrecked and ragged gasp from his lips, gone dry and sticky as he rapidly took shallow breaths through his open mouth. His head was spinning with the weed, every shift feeling new and amplified.
There was the way the music wormed through his bones, muscles, lungs that made him writhe in place, limbs twitching and tightening. His gut dropped and swooped in arousal again. Tension coiled all around his body, gripping and tightening all his senses until it felt like he was a live wire that wriggled on the ground.
Hot on the conflicting side of the arousal was the bone deep shame that followed, hovering just at the edge of his deliciously emptied mind between the haphazard stutters of his hips against the guitars wood and the smoke that stubbornly clung in the air. He felt the embarrassment that would come with being caught humping any object like a dog, dumbly pressing his dick against anything. It only heightened when he remembered it was his guitar, the instrument that let him express the complicated feelings he couldn’t get out in words. As strings were plucked and chords harshly strummed against, the feeling of expressing his own scattered thoughts and emotions that flew wildly in his mind.
It felt so good to be so entangled with the music, the vibration and firmness of the wood to press against his achingly hard cock. The movements of his hands continued as he found a rhythm that had him hurtling towards the edge, twisting and turning in place. He would feel the bead of sweat dripping from his eyebrow, furrowed so deeply it forced his eyes closed, heightening the deep rattling of his bones.
He didn’t think there had ever been a time he’d felt so aroused, like he was going to explode into fragments. He was so full of want as his head tilted back further, feeling the way the tendons strained while his back shivered and jaw slackened.
The shift forward of his whole frame as he ground roughly upwards, pressing down against the body again as a chord rang out, trembling slightly with the rocking of his body and hands against the strings. The long and whiney moan escaped as he stilled except for his trembling thighs and heaving lungs, squeezing eyes shut tightly as pure relief licked up his spine and pleasure flooded everywhere along his limbs, deep in his stomach, making his head spin even more than before.
Breathless, boneless and satisfied in a way that rarely seems to come to him, he let his eyes droop and frame relax. His hand wandered along the neck of the guitar idly while he floated, the smooth metal and polished wood aweing his hazy mind. Eventually, as always, the high of sexual satisfaction and weed wore off. Embarrassment rushed in to replace to the contentment in waves as his awareness returned.
With his guitar carefully placed aside again, he cringed at the movement letting him feel his cum shift, soaking new fabric and bringing all his focus to the mess in his pants. Despite the gnawing sense of shame in his stomach for having actually crossed the wires of sex and music, he couldn’t find it in himself to completely depart from the idea of doing it again.
hey so, i'm currently working on part two of this fic i wrote some time ago. there might be smut, but it would be my first time writing something like that so i'm #nervous.
Solo quiero decir que estaba leyendo lo que escribís que es BUENISIMO y me enteré que te llamas Valentina y sos de Argentina…Y YO TAMBIÉN JAJAJ re random
pd: seguí escribiendo que me encanta
OMG TOCAYA 😭😭😭 muchas gracias posta me encanta saber q hay gente q le gusta lo q escribo ya voy a subir mas cosas🥺🥺🥺🤏🤏🤏🤏
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis; after the other night, liam has been seemingly avoiding you. scared of confronting the truth, and worried of scaring him off, you ponder on what you did wrong. that is until your phone buzzes.
୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ pairing; dad's bsf!liam gallagher x younger!fem reader
warnings; 18+, nsfw, corruption kink, power dynamics, explicit age gap, younger reader, phone sex, mentions of first times, female masturbation, male masturbation, sexting lowkirk, etc!
word count; 2.4k words
a/n; ok i lied NEXT chapter they will finally crack AYEE AYEE...think of this as a filler......
it was obvious liam had been avoiding you.
ever since that night, he had no longer passed through your running trail like he usually did, wasn't spending any long nights with your father, no shared looks through your window. nothing. nothing but deliberate avoidance — at least in your eyes.
you were mainly nervous if he would ever see you the same way again — it was clear this was the first step of avoidance. anxiety swelled in your chest, making your fingers twitch as you tugged at your bottom lip. any sick desires you previously had were gone, and maybe afterall, it was just your washing machine stealing all the underwear.
you knew this should somehow give you the peace of mind you needed; that it was all some perverted thought of your own that you had played into. it should be easy to forget, to just play it off as some “weird banter” between the two of you.
you knew that.
and yet, you sat on the edge of your bed, guilt and regret swirling through your stomach as you stared out the window, wondering if you had pushed it too far. the last thing you wanted was to drive liam away from you, especially if he thought you were some weird younger girl fawning over him.
you never wanted him to be uncomfortable.
and suddenly, your phone buzzes.
unknown number:
hey kid
who is this?
liam.
your heart stammers, pulse both quickening and thrumming under the surface of your skin. your head is already spinning, shocked at how bold he was getting.
how’d u get my number?
ur dad
you need me to get backstage don’t u?
oh, right, sorry.
thought i did smth to scare you off
what?
were u thinkin i was just ignoring ya?
sort of
was busy being a manager kid, remember?
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oh.
you suddenly feel a little dumb thinking he was worried about you. why would he be? he's older — he has other responsibilities. you bite your lip, thumbs hovering the keyboard as you think of what else to say. everything is just too confusing right now and you don't even know what to think.
you there?
or did i scare u off
u couldnt scare me off mr gallagher
mr gallagher, huh?
still rolling w that lil facade like you weren't gagging for it when i came over last
we both know you like it, kid.
there's a beat. a sliver of hesitance.
what?
dont act all clueless
you thought u had me all found out didnt ya
oh
idk if we should be speaking like this liam
ohh now it's liam, huh?
you like it tho dont you?
teasing...acting like ur all innocent
this is inappropirate.
uh uh
just answer me
do you like it?
you know you should shut off your phone, or hell even throw it away from you. you should something other than respond to him. and yet, your thumbs swipe over the keyboard slowly. hesitant.
i do.
there's a beat.
a lot.
there's another beat, stretching onto a few more seconds until another 'whoosh' comes through your phone.
bet you're drippin rn arent u?
your breath hitches, eyes widening. whatever doubt you had left in your mind has been completely swept away, replaced with burning, hot arousal that nestles between your legs. your heart is thumping against your chest, head whipping over towards your locked door, making sure no one was around.
you bite your lip a little harder, thumbs hesitating over the little green send button as you stare at your typed out message. it's suddenly all too real; with all your previous doubts confirmed, you're wondering if it's all gone too far.
and yet, with caution in the wind, you press 'send'.
come find out.
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you watch as the little three dots disappear as quickly as they appeared before you, adrenaline and arousal coiled tight within your chest. you adjust yourself up against your headboard, reading back through your thread of messages as you wait for his response.
suddenly, his name flashes against your screen, your phone buzzing in your hand. you swallow harshly, knowing this whole situation was now pushing past whatever boundaries you should have. you both know it's wrong.
and yet, against your better judgement, you answer.
“hello?”
“hey, kid,” liam’s gravelly voice drawls through the speaker, the wet sound of his tongue sliding over his top lip making you shiver. you let out a shaky breath, your thighs instinctively squeezing together. “don’t be all shy, c’mon now. said you like it, didn’t ‘cha?”
“liam…” you breathe out, trying to be a voice of reason despite the burning heart between your legs. “i don’t know if…we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“mhm,” liam simply hums in response, and you swear you can hear something wet in the background following his words. “so…why’d you pick up then, love?”
your jaw opens to respond, yet, your brain falls quiet, almost dumbfounded. why did you pick up? you knew it was wrong.
“i’ll tell you why,” liam continues, his deep voice only making your clit throb impatiently. “because you want it as bad as i do, don’t you?”
you freeze, a quiet, hesitant breath escaping your lips.
“liam, please,” you plead pathetically, trying to ignore the overwhelming neediness coursing through each and everyone one of your veins. arousal is brewing thick inside of you, making the pulse of your clit all the more impatient and desperate. “you know we can’t—“
“are you touching yourself, sweetie?” liam ignores your pleas, suddenly sounding breathless, and there's a ruffle of sheets in the background, accompanied by a small sound that recklessly escapes his lips.
“no…i,” you hesitate, wanting to curl into yourself as the heat of embarrassment swells through your stomach. “i’ve never…”
“fuck,” liam groans, and he can’t help but grip the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming so damn early. he’s almost trembling from restraint, trying to stop himself from walking over to your house and jumping your bones right then and there. “that’s ok, baby, i can teach you. wouldja like that?”
“yes,” you breathe out, giving into him. you can fight it anymore, you’re just too restless and hot. “yes i’d like that, please, it kinda hurts.”
“oh, look at you,” liam coos condescendingly, the tone making your entire body shiver. “knew you were just gaggin' for it.”
you whine and it's nothing but sinful and disgusting.
“go on then, love,” his voice is heavy, whatever ounce of restraint he had left inside of him on the verge of shattering. “take your cute little pants off, be a good girl f’me.”
you immediately obey, chest heaving as the impatient, needy dull ache pulsing through your cunt only grows more persistent with each waking minute. you slide them off your legs, leaving one side looped around your ankle, your breath all trembly as you look down at yourself, ignoring the guilt trying to crawl through your body.
“...done.”
“atta girl,” liam unashamedly licks his lips, his head falling back as his free hand begins to slowly stroke his dick once more. “what panties you got on?”
“um, the ones you like,” you admit bashfully, ignoring the way you only feel more perverted and shameful. “the white ones with the bow on the front.”
“fuck…” liam groans, hips rolling forward into his slick hand. “alright, touch yourself f’me, baby. tell me how wet you are.”
you should stop — you should do anything but let your hand slip underneath your waistband. and yet you do so anyway, slow, hesitant. the soft tips of your fingers slide through your cunt to gather your slick, feeling so overwhelmed and restless.
it's already too much and you're already wanting more.
“go down further,” liam guides you, each word sweet with sick desire. “i want you to just dip your finger inside yourself, ok? can you do that f’me, baby?”
despite never doing something like this before, you're immediately following every command without a second thought. you slide your fingers down further until your cunt gives way, the tip of your finger dipping inside your tight hole. you shiver, hips rolling as your neglected clit throbs.
“you ever touch yourself like this before, babe?”
“n-no,” you admit, gasping out your confession after a sharp breath. “not like this.”
“fuck, baby,” he groans in response, almost feverish with desire. “want nothin’ more than to come over there and teach you myself.”
you let out a low hum that sounds more like a moan in response.
“alright, move back up your clit f’me,” he says, and you’re eagerly following his orders, desperate to please. “rub small little circles over it, ‘kay? imagine it’s me playin’ with your lil’ cunt, yeah?”
your breath hitches sharply, head falling back against the headboard as your wet fingers swipe over your clit, finally allowing yourself to sink into the pleasure you so desperately wanted. your other hand grips the phone for dear life, your fingers moving faster over your clit.
it's different this time; it's not that warm feeling that merely satiates you. no, it's almost debilitating — enough to almost render your mind blank. white hot pleasure thrums under your skin, boiling in your lower abdomen as quiet, whiney little breaths escape your lips.
“are you touching yourself?” you brave yourself to speak after a little, although not without the obvious tremble in your voice.
“of course, baby,” liam grits out, jaw clenched. “been doin’ it every night since the first time i fuckin’ saw ‘ya.”
“l-liam,” you gasp out, the dirty admission making your entire body shiver. electricity thrums under your skin, pulse quickening as a desperate heat burns through your lower abdomen. “‘s too much, fuck.”
“i know, baby,” liam’s voice is gentle, caring, enough to make you want even more. “just keep goin’ f’me, ok? it’ll feel good, promise.”
you whine and liam almost sees fucking stars. you sound so cute — too overwhelmed with all the new sensations rolling through your body. he can only imagine you look right now, writhing and shaking in your cute, little bed, fingers sloppily rubbing over your cunt, not quite sure what your body likes yet.
liams just waiting until he can do it himself — old enough to know what your body needs. and old enough to do it well.
“keep your mouth near the speaker, baby, i wanna hear everything,” liam speaks up once noticing you’ve gone quieter. he hears a few ruffles before you’re quietly whimpering baxk into the receiver. “atta girl.”
you’re both silent for a moment, too breathless and consumed by your own desperate need to snap back into reality. you can feel yourself getting wetter with each sloppy swipe of your fingers, only making you feel all the more pathetic.
“am i the first guy to talk to you like this?”
“yes,” you respond simply, swallowing harshly to try and rid the dryness in your throat. “just you—only you.”
“mhm, i thought so,” he muses, his hips beginning to buck up into his hand. “not gonna get ‘cha to finger yourself today, baby, want that pleasure all to myself.”
“l-liam—“
“you’d like that wouldn’t you, dirty girl?” liam doesn’t let up, seizing the opportunity to feed into his sick desires. “just gaggin’ for a man more than twice your age to stretch your tight lil’ cunt out, is that right is it?”
“yes liam,” you moan out, that dull heat beginning to climb higher and higher. “just want you—only you.”
“i know, baby, i know,” he repeats, almost spitting the words out like it was hard for him to admit. “so much i wanna fuckin’ do t’ya in person, babe.”
“yeah?” you breathe out, gasping for a breath as electricity jolts through your spine. “tell me.”
“treat you so fuckin’ good,” liam groans out, his hand moving faster over his slick cock. “can’t wait to get my mouth on your lil’ cunt, been wantin’ to taste it since i fuckin’ smelt it.”
and finally, the truth comes spilling out just like you wanted, and it’s only ramping you up higher.
“wanna feel your legs wrap around my head while you’re trying to push me off,” liam admits, each fantasy bringing him closer to the edge. “i’d teach you everything, baby, have you begging f’me, i know it.”
your breaths are harsh and scattered, pitiful little whines and moans of his name being the only thing you can respond with. liam doesn’t mind at all — no, he loves having you crumbling just from his voice. only makes him want you more.
“you’d take my cock so well, wouldn’t you, babe?” he asks with a shit eating grin in his tone. “i know you could take it, you’re my good girl after all, arent ‘cha?”
“l-liam,” you pant out urgently, chest heaving as the heat builds and builds. “i think i’m cumming—oh my god.”
a white hot pleasure rolls through your entire body, your eyes falling shir and threatening to fall into the back of your skull as your entire body arches. you don’t even remember what you babble out as your orgasm washes over you, but it has liam unravelling just as quickly as you.
“shit, baby.” liam groans out, his grunts and moans more reserved so he can listen to your sweet little sounds as you cum all over your own fingers, wishing they were his own.
your entire body is trembling from the come down, a quiet wave of fatigue nestling deep within your bones as liam’s pants float through the speaker. a small smile cracks through your lips, and you quietly giggle to yourself.
“what? that bad was it?” liam jokes breathlessly, a smile stretching over his own lips.
“no, no, of course not,” you giggle, wiping your hand on your bedshirt before rubbing your forehead. “just can’t believe we just did that.”
“mhm,” liam hums in response, looking down at the mess all over his lower stomach. “got a bit of mess to clean up, me.”
“shame i’m not there to help.”
“easyyy,” liam drawls with a small snicker. “careful, might think you like me or something.”
“dunno what would give you that impression.” you joke back, everything feeling a little lighter between the two of you.
“yeah, it’s a real mystery,” liam responds as he sits up on his bed, careful to not spread his own mess on his bedsheets. “i suggest you better get yourself ready for bed missy, and i’ll send you that address, okay?”
“yes, mr. gallagher.”
“goodnight, kid.”
“night, liam.”
liam.
here’s the address for the venue
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see you friday night love x
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im so sorry i know i've neglected that series... i have something in my drafts and i know what's gonna happen in the next chapter i just have to lock in and write it. i will update it!!! i just don't wanna set a schedule or give a date that i might not be able to stick to
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