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reqs closed :( !!gcest dni!!

[strwbryluver]

— 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

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[strwbryluver]

i LOVE human nature but  werewolf Liam will always be my baby. After human nature are you thinking about writing for werewolf!Liam again or is that chapter closed?

i was thinking abt this last night and I FEEL SO BADDDDD. BUT NO, i will be writing for werewolf!liam again. to put it simply, that chapter is not closed but not open simply bc im writing a different series currently. it's more of an on-going series that i write for when i have ideas and indulge in the idea. i still need to write him going thru a rut so maybe i'll make it an omegaverse chapter for my #freaks. but im not abandoning my sweet puppyboy...thats bf right there

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if you write for johnny knoxville, my pants will fall off

i would LOVE too! i've been seeing so much doctor!johnny edits on tiktok currently.....medplay w him would be.....wow. just wow. standing ovation. but im too scared of becoming multifandom and idk deterring oasisblr away from my account tbh. then i have to commit to other fandoms and have mutuals......#autistic nightmare. but god trust i would LOVEEEE too

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user strwbryluver im loving HUMAN NATURE so much, a little liam ain’t gonna hurt a noel girl👀

youre so talented i love this sm i can’t wait for more and also for the little asks people type in and to hear out their povs, then your opinion and everything

this is gonna be so fun xx

ps: i love how he looks here

YOU GUYS ARE SO INTERACTIVE IT MAKES ME FEEL SO CUTESTY!!! LIKE YESSS pls come into my inbox and annoy tf outta me and asks questions and predict whats gonna happen...like yes im gonna twirl my hair and giggle and tease u guys and add stuff in if u guys want it. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCCHHHH!!!! also #mydilf....that's peepaw right there.

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Girl I need 14 more of human nature it is soooo good😖😖the slow burn is killing me but I’m living for it at the same time(I’m also hoping we can see a bit of reader having her own pervy moments w her dilf but I know wtv you write is going to be 10/10🫣💕💕)

oh trust me baby it'll definitely be a hefty series, bc like im so into corruption...so trust liam will be making the reader do EVERYTHING w him...and ovulation is coming up. you guys will be fed. also oooo ok......i'll include that just for u anon <3

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i absolutely love human nature💕

im so glad you guys are enjoying it! i think this is probably my best series????? maybe bc idk...i've planned it out.........that might be why.....LOLLL dont tell me that tho..

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hi girl, quick question, u have a masterlist or something? i can’t seen to find it anywhere :/

SIGH IM SO SAD ABOUT THIS BECAUSE YES I DO BUT TUMBLR PUTS CONTENT LABELS ON MY STUFF </33333

this is the link for it! but i've figured that a lot of people cant see it and that makes me so sad bc i made my nav and masterlist and stuff all so cutesy....</3 i might have to re-do it :( putting a poll for u guysssss

can you see my mlist?

yes

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‧ ₊❝ HUMAN NATURE PT.2⭑.ᐟ

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis; with liam being too hard to ignore, you finally give in and let yourself fall back into your normal schedule. unfortunately, giving liam that little grace of space has him giving into his sick desires.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ pairing; dad's bsf!liam gallagher x younger!fem reader warnings; 18+, nsfw, corruption kink, power dynamics, explicit age gap, younger reader, liam is a pervert, panty stealing, consumption of alcohol, insinuated male masturbation.

word count; 2.2k words a/n; hehehe its startinggggg...i love being a perv.

it had been getting harder and harder to ignore him.

he had been rather persistent in showing up to your house every other day, simmering around the edges of your life, silently weaving his web around you. reluctantly, you became more used to having him around, even going as far to return back to your normal schedule.

liam noticed. he always did.

you arrive back home, the familiar sound of your dad's and liam's laughter mixing together and floating down the hall. your heart stutters, anticipation fluttering through your lower stomach as you lean down to take off your shoes. each movement is slow and guarded, your mind subconsciously not wanting to make yourself known.

you felt a bit pathetic, having a crush – no it wasn't a crush. but whatever it was, it was ridiculous to have some sort of attraction to someone almost the same age as your dad. it was wrong. filthy. part of you tried to convince yourself it was something you couldn't control, yet the sicker, darker conscious tugged at your stomach, telling you your true desires.

someone who could handle you in all the right ways. someone more experienced that those stupid boys your age. someone older, wiser.

you shrugged your work bag off your shoulder, slipping it over the hook next to the door before braving yourself to walk into the dining room. liam's eyes snapped towards you almost instantaneously, his lips curling into a devilish smirk as soon as you saw you.

“hi love,” he drawled, standing up and making his way closer. your arms raise with goosebumps as his eyes roll over you like they were drinking you in, before his warm, thick arms wrap around you, pulling you into a polite, innocent hug. that's it. nothing more, nothing less.

he pulls away, his splayed fingers resting along your lower back, rubbing against you. a lump forms in your throat, the mixture of his cologne and cigarettes making your head spin, heart thumping so violently against your chest you fear he might actually hear it.

“hi, mr. gallagher.” you greet with a meek smile, the sight making him take a sharp breath in through his nose. your cheeks warm as his gaze shifts into something darker, eyes narrowing inwards as he raises a finger with his other hand, not daring to move his hand off you.

“ain't gonna do any of that mr. nonsense, remember?” liam scowled, playfully scolding you. your heart jumps, your smile turning into something shyer with a little bit of cheekiness held behind it. you felt disgusting, liking having someone as old as him tell you off. although, liam's no fool. “ah i see, riling me up on purpose, eh? naughty girl.”

you shouldn't shiver the way you do at the nickname, yet your stomach curls with a twisted delight, cheeks growing warmer as he finally peels his hand off your lower back. it almost feels reluctant, and your eyes almost roll back at the mere possibility.

“sweetie!” your dad calls out, enveloping you into a warm hug as liam steps to the side. his eyes don't stray, locked directly onto yours with his hand rubbing over the bottom of his chin. you swallow harshly, meeting his gaze with a newfound boldness, looking at him all sweet and cute.

you told yourself it wasn't anything serious. you weren't gonna do anything about it. you weren't. but that didn't mean you couldn't indulge in it.

“so, how was work, love?”

you snapped back into reality, looking back over at your dad with a smile.

you weren't going to do anything, you repeated to yourself throughout the night. you kept stealing glances at him while he spoke to your dad, nursing a beer in his hand as he enthusiastically retold a story you were sure he had repeated many times. you hated how he made you laugh, and how he would perk up almost immediately when that sweet little laugh of yours met his ears. he tried harder to make you laugh, a playful smirk on his face each time you met his eyes. you couldn't help but press your thighs together as he looked back at you, bringing the neck of his bottle to his lips with a cheeky raise of his eyebrows.

you couldn't help the way your mind strayed. strayed to wondering how he'd look at you when you were with him, alone. would he hide his smirk behind that stupid bottle? or would he be smiling at you, staring at you in a way that mad you feel so utterly filthy? would he take control? would he pull you closer–?

“sorry, sorry,” your dad interrupted alongside his blaring ringtone, apologetically bowing his head as he began to walk outside. “i have to take this.”

your heart lurches as you look back over at liam. now alone with him.

liam simply pops open a box of cigarettes, sliding one out with practiced ease and popping it into his mouth like he did previously. your eyes eagerly follow each movement, throat tight and legs pressed together as your cunt throbs at just how attractive he looks under the candlelight. he tilts his head to the side to light his cigarette, sucking in a sharp drag before looking over at you.

he wordlessly offers a cigarette to you, chuckling as you politely shake your head. he brings the cigarette back to his lips, eyes lingering over you, and you swear you see them travel down to your chest, staring at the way your work shirt is stretched over your tits.

“right,” he breathes out, a cloud of smoke coming out of his lips. “forgot ms. goody two shoes doesn't smoke.”

“thought you said no mr and ms' nonsense?” you quip with a smile full of cheek, your cheeks warming under his gaze.

“oi, sassy,” he playfully scolds back, taking another drag. “ain't anyone tell 'ya to respect your elders?”

“that's what they tell bad kids, not me.”

“well you ain't far from a 'kid,' are 'ya?” he mocks with a smile, leaning over the table to tap out the ash from his burning cigarette. “what are you, twenty?”

“thereabouts,” you shrug, beginning to feel a little shy under his intense gaze. “about to turn twenty-one soon.”

“ah,” liam says simply, nodding slowly as he takes another drag. “well you're a good girl, y'know?”

you freeze, eyes widening as you stare, half-expecting him to expand on it. to make that nickname not so...filthy. yet, he presses further, his smile devious as he points his cigarette to your father standing outside, oblivious to the tension building between the two of you.

“dad's always ravin' 'bout how good you are. innocent.” his tongue slides over his bottom lip, the move making your thighs squeeze against each other harder. your cunt is throbbing, growing more desperate as he stares you down like he fucking knows. “bet you aren't as innocent as he thinks though.”

“i-i'm sorry?”

“c'mon,” liam laughs, smoke falling out of his mouth as he leans forward. “bet you're just gaggin' for someone to show you a good time, am i right?”

whatever innocence was left in the air completely shatters as the words leave his mouth, the tension wounding tighter as he keeps his eyes on you, drinking in how flustered you look. he chuckles softly, the deep, teasing sound making you feel short of breath, your mouth going dry as you scramble to keep your thoughts together.

“i...i don't know what you mean.” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, averting your gaze and trying to shut down the conversation, scared of how real it was all feeling.

“y'know exactly what i mean,” liam pushes, leaning over so close that his hand brushes against your thigh, hardly reluctant. you pull away, only for him to clasp his hand around your thigh, his warm palm making your entire body shiver. you stare at him, wide-eyed and doe-like and his smirk turns darker. “betcha are just begging to get all dirty, aren't 'cha? that innocent act ain't foolin' me, kid.”

“sorry, about that,” your dad thankfully calls out just before he enters the room, giving the two of you enough time to snap back into your normal positions. you're flushed, fiddling with your fingers, unable to meet anyone's eyes as your dad sits back down at the table. “you alright, love?”

“yes, yes!” you exclaim, wincing at how bad you were playing everything off as you shyly looked over at your dad before back down to your plate. “feeling a bit under the weather...i might head in early.”

“oh ok,” your dad smiles warmly, oblivious to anything that happened previously. “let me know if you need anything, hon.”

you nod wordlessly, not daring to look back at liam as you push yourself away from the table, still feeling his handprint burning on your thigh. a hot flush ripples through you, your panties slick with your own arousal and liam's gaze is burning into the back of your head, almost mocking you as you walk past him, whispering a meek 'goodnight' to your dad before hurrying upstairs to your room.

you throw your clothes into the hamper, like they were dirty and tainted from him. you immediately shove yourself into the shower, hopeful to wash away any thoughts that are only making your head spin.

“excuse me,” liam pushes himself up from the chair with a wobbly smile, the weight of all his drinks suddenly hitting him all at once. “i gotta go break the seal unfortunately.”

“rookie mistake.” your dad jokes, his face all warm and dopey from the alcohol. liam pushed him a little harder, hoping he would conk out a little early. especially since he had now laid the groundwork to have you wrapped around his finger.

he laughs it off before walking inside, his conscious half askew from the alcohol. he stumbles into the bathroom, the air still wet and little humid from your previous shower. liam smirks to himself, his mind straying to how you'd look underneath all those cute little modest clothes you wear.

his teeth subconsciously sink into his bottom lip of the thought of your nipples peeking through your wet shirt with your cute, little running shorts riding up the back of your thighs. you were just so sweet and innocent – good – even with your tits basically hanging out for him and your chest heaving for breath. he gripped the wall a little harder as his thoughts spilled from one to another before he imagined the way you'd look beneath him.

would your face be all warm? would he even be able to see you? would you be covering your face, desperate to not let any sounds out out of fear of getting caught?

fuck.

liam shakes his head, rubbing a hand over his sweaty forehead, his pants beginning to feel a little tighter. he stumbles over to the toilet, his eyes landing on the hamper sitting next to the corner of the sink. and fuck, your used panties are just sitting so perfectly atop the mound of clothes like they were left just for him.

his breath hitches, his hand hesitating from his side. they're cute; a small, white pair of cotton panties with lace sewed alongside the waistband. and fuck, there's a small, pink bow sitting on the front, right above the crotch. he lets out a harsh breath, unable to stop the way he imagines pulling them to the side with that little bow perched atop your warm cunt, like it was a present just for him.

he blinks, shaking his head. no it's wrong. filthy. irredeemable. it's his fucking best friend's daughter. it's disgusting.

but yet, his hand hurriedly reaches towards them before grabbing them delicately, careful to not be too loud. he sucks in another harsh breath, eyes falling shut at the mixture of arousal and disgust twisting in his stomach. and his pants are feeling so incredibly tight that he just can't stop himself.

he blames it on the alcohol, blames it on anything but himself as his hand slips down into his awfully damp briefs.

liam walks back home that night with the weight of a dirty little secret sat so delicately inside of the pocket of his parka. it's nothing but filthy and wrong, but, he couldn't care that much about being all the wiser like he was supposed to be. no, he sat on the edge of his bed, fingers playing with the fabric still sat inside his jacket. he would flinch like he was scared to get burnt.

finally, he pulled them from his pocket, unable to bring himself to look down at them. he sits there, just holding them. half-ashamed, half-nervous. his pants were tight, his dick twitching intermittently, only fueling that sick desire held behind his intoxicated conscious. then, he pressed the fabric to his face, inhaling deep until his eyes rolled back.

it was so undoubtedly you; sweet and pure. that earthy sweetness he had been dying to get a taste of ever since he first laid his eyes on you. his hands began to shake, his head suddenly feeling so light and good and warm – though he figured it was half from the alcohol.

with caution in the wind, he undid his trousers, slowly sinking deeper into the dark, perverted warmth he so desperately tried to hide. he convinced himself it wouldn't hurt, at least for the night.

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© strwbryluver 2026. do not plagiarize, re-upload, translate, or feed my work into ai.

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‧ ₊❝ HUMAN NATURE PT.2⭑.ᐟ

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis; with liam being too hard to ignore, you finally give in and let yourself fall back into your normal schedule. unfortunately, giving liam that little grace of space has him giving into his sick desires.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ pairing; dad's bsf!liam gallagher x younger!fem reader warnings; 18+, nsfw, corruption kink, power dynamics, explicit age gap, younger reader, liam is a pervert, panty stealing, consumption of alcohol, insinuated male masturbation.

word count; 2.2k words a/n; hehehe its startinggggg...i love being a perv.

it had been getting harder and harder to ignore him.

he had been rather persistent in showing up to your house every other day, simmering around the edges of your life, silently weaving his web around you. reluctantly, you became more used to having him around, even going as far to return back to your normal schedule.

liam noticed. he always did.

you arrive back home, the familiar sound of your dad's and liam's laughter mixing together and floating down the hall. your heart stutters, anticipation fluttering through your lower stomach as you lean down to take off your shoes. each movement is slow and guarded, your mind subconsciously not wanting to make yourself known.

you felt a bit pathetic, having a crush – no it wasn't a crush. but whatever it was, it was ridiculous to have some sort of attraction to someone almost the same age as your dad. it was wrong. filthy. part of you tried to convince yourself it was something you couldn't control, yet the sicker, darker conscious tugged at your stomach, telling you your true desires.

someone who could handle you in all the right ways. someone more experienced that those stupid boys your age. someone older, wiser.

you shrugged your work bag off your shoulder, slipping it over the hook next to the door before braving yourself to walk into the dining room. liam's eyes snapped towards you almost instantaneously, his lips curling into a devilish smirk as soon as you saw you.

“hi love,” he drawled, standing up and making his way closer. your arms raise with goosebumps as his eyes roll over you like they were drinking you in, before his warm, thick arms wrap around you, pulling you into a polite, innocent hug. that's it. nothing more, nothing less.

he pulls away, his splayed fingers resting along your lower back, rubbing against you. a lump forms in your throat, the mixture of his cologne and cigarettes making your head spin, heart thumping so violently against your chest you fear he might actually hear it.

“hi, mr. gallagher.” you greet with a meek smile, the sight making him take a sharp breath in through his nose. your cheeks warm as his gaze shifts into something darker, eyes narrowing inwards as he raises a finger with his other hand, not daring to move his hand off you.

“ain't gonna do any of that mr. nonsense, remember?” liam scowled, playfully scolding you. your heart jumps, your smile turning into something shyer with a little bit of cheekiness held behind it. you felt disgusting, liking having someone as old as him tell you off. although, liam's no fool. “ah i see, riling me up on purpose, eh? naughty girl.”

you shouldn't shiver the way you do at the nickname, yet your stomach curls with a twisted delight, cheeks growing warmer as he finally peels his hand off your lower back. it almost feels reluctant, and your eyes almost roll back at the mere possibility.

“sweetie!” your dad calls out, enveloping you into a warm hug as liam steps to the side. his eyes don't stray, locked directly onto yours with his hand rubbing over the bottom of his chin. you swallow harshly, meeting his gaze with a newfound boldness, looking at him all sweet and cute.

you told yourself it wasn't anything serious. you weren't gonna do anything about it. you weren't. but that didn't mean you couldn't indulge in it.

“so, how was work, love?”

you snapped back into reality, looking back over at your dad with a smile.

you weren't going to do anything, you repeated to yourself throughout the night. you kept stealing glances at him while he spoke to your dad, nursing a beer in his hand as he enthusiastically retold a story you were sure he had repeated many times. you hated how he made you laugh, and how he would perk up almost immediately when that sweet little laugh of yours met his ears. he tried harder to make you laugh, a playful smirk on his face each time you met his eyes. you couldn't help but press your thighs together as he looked back at you, bringing the neck of his bottle to his lips with a cheeky raise of his eyebrows.

you couldn't help the way your mind strayed. strayed to wondering how he'd look at you when you were with him, alone. would he hide his smirk behind that stupid bottle? or would he be smiling at you, staring at you in a way that mad you feel so utterly filthy? would he take control? would he pull you closer–?

“sorry, sorry,” your dad interrupted alongside his blaring ringtone, apologetically bowing his head as he began to walk outside. “i have to take this.”

your heart lurches as you look back over at liam. now alone with him.

liam simply pops open a box of cigarettes, sliding one out with practiced ease and popping it into his mouth like he did previously. your eyes eagerly follow each movement, throat tight and legs pressed together as your cunt throbs at just how attractive he looks under the candlelight. he tilts his head to the side to light his cigarette, sucking in a sharp drag before looking over at you.

he wordlessly offers a cigarette to you, chuckling as you politely shake your head. he brings the cigarette back to his lips, eyes lingering over you, and you swear you see them travel down to your chest, staring at the way your work shirt is stretched over your tits.

“right,” he breathes out, a cloud of smoke coming out of his lips. “forgot ms. goody two shoes doesn't smoke.”

“thought you said no mr and ms' nonsense?” you quip with a smile full of cheek, your cheeks warming under his gaze.

“oi, sassy,” he playfully scolds back, taking another drag. “ain't anyone tell 'ya to respect your elders?”

“that's what they tell bad kids, not me.”

“well you ain't far from a 'kid,' are 'ya?” he mocks with a smile, leaning over the table to tap out the ash from his burning cigarette. “what are you, twenty?”

“thereabouts,” you shrug, beginning to feel a little shy under his intense gaze. “about to turn twenty-one soon.”

“ah,” liam says simply, nodding slowly as he takes another drag. “well you're a good girl, y'know?”

you freeze, eyes widening as you stare, half-expecting him to expand on it. to make that nickname not so...filthy. yet, he presses further, his smile devious as he points his cigarette to your father standing outside, oblivious to the tension building between the two of you.

“dad's always ravin' 'bout how good you are. innocent.” his tongue slides over his bottom lip, the move making your thighs squeeze against each other harder. your cunt is throbbing, growing more desperate as he stares you down like he fucking knows. “bet you aren't as innocent as he thinks though.”

“i-i'm sorry?”

“c'mon,” liam laughs, smoke falling out of his mouth as he leans forward. “bet you're just gaggin' for someone to show you a good time, am i right?”

whatever innocence was left in the air completely shatters as the words leave his mouth, the tension wounding tighter as he keeps his eyes on you, drinking in how flustered you look. he chuckles softly, the deep, teasing sound making you feel short of breath, your mouth going dry as you scramble to keep your thoughts together.

“i...i don't know what you mean.” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, averting your gaze and trying to shut down the conversation, scared of how real it was all feeling.

“y'know exactly what i mean,” liam pushes, leaning over so close that his hand brushes against your thigh, hardly reluctant. you pull away, only for him to clasp his hand around your thigh, his warm palm making your entire body shiver. you stare at him, wide-eyed and doe-like and his smirk turns darker. “betcha are just begging to get all dirty, aren't 'cha? that innocent act ain't foolin' me, kid.”

“sorry, about that,” your dad thankfully calls out just before he enters the room, giving the two of you enough time to snap back into your normal positions. you're flushed, fiddling with your fingers, unable to meet anyone's eyes as your dad sits back down at the table. “you alright, love?”

“yes, yes!” you exclaim, wincing at how bad you were playing everything off as you shyly looked over at your dad before back down to your plate. “feeling a bit under the weather...i might head in early.”

“oh ok,” your dad smiles warmly, oblivious to anything that happened previously. “let me know if you need anything, hon.”

you nod wordlessly, not daring to look back at liam as you push yourself away from the table, still feeling his handprint burning on your thigh. a hot flush ripples through you, your panties slick with your own arousal and liam's gaze is burning into the back of your head, almost mocking you as you walk past him, whispering a meek 'goodnight' to your dad before hurrying upstairs to your room.

you throw your clothes into the hamper, like they were dirty and tainted from him. you immediately shove yourself into the shower, hopeful to wash away any thoughts that are only making your head spin.

“excuse me,” liam pushes himself up from the chair with a wobbly smile, the weight of all his drinks suddenly hitting him all at once. “i gotta go break the seal unfortunately.”

“rookie mistake.” your dad jokes, his face all warm and dopey from the alcohol. liam pushed him a little harder, hoping he would conk out a little early. especially since he had now laid the groundwork to have you wrapped around his finger.

he laughs it off before walking inside, his conscious half askew from the alcohol. he stumbles into the bathroom, the air still wet and little humid from your previous shower. liam smirks to himself, his mind straying to how you'd look underneath all those cute little modest clothes you wear.

his teeth subconsciously sink into his bottom lip of the thought of your nipples peeking through your wet shirt with your cute, little running shorts riding up the back of your thighs. you were just so sweet and innocent – good – even with your tits basically hanging out for him and your chest heaving for breath. he gripped the wall a little harder as his thoughts spilled from one to another before he imagined the way you'd look beneath him.

would your face be all warm? would he even be able to see you? would you be covering your face, desperate to not let any sounds out out of fear of getting caught?

fuck.

liam shakes his head, rubbing a hand over his sweaty forehead, his pants beginning to feel a little tighter. he stumbles over to the toilet, his eyes landing on the hamper sitting next to the corner of the sink. and fuck, your used panties are just sitting so perfectly atop the mound of clothes like they were left just for him.

his breath hitches, his hand hesitating from his side. they're cute; a small, white pair of cotton panties with lace sewed alongside the waistband. and fuck, there's a small, pink bow sitting on the front, right above the crotch. he lets out a harsh breath, unable to stop the way he imagines pulling them to the side with that little bow perched atop your warm cunt, like it was a present just for him.

he blinks, shaking his head. no it's wrong. filthy. irredeemable. it's his fucking best friend's daughter. it's disgusting.

but yet, his hand hurriedly reaches towards them before grabbing them delicately, careful to not be too loud. he sucks in another harsh breath, eyes falling shut at the mixture of arousal and disgust twisting in his stomach. and his pants are feeling so incredibly tight that he just can't stop himself.

he blames it on the alcohol, blames it on anything but himself as his hand slips down into his awfully damp briefs.

liam walks back home that night with the weight of a dirty little secret sat so delicately inside of the pocket of his parka. it's nothing but filthy and wrong, but, he couldn't care that much about being all the wiser like he was supposed to be. no, he sat on the edge of his bed, fingers playing with the fabric still sat inside his jacket. he would flinch like he was scared to get burnt.

finally, he pulled them from his pocket, unable to bring himself to look down at them. he sits there, just holding them. half-ashamed, half-nervous. his pants were tight, his dick twitching intermittently, only fueling that sick desire held behind his intoxicated conscious. then, he pressed the fabric to his face, inhaling deep until his eyes rolled back.

it was so undoubtedly you; sweet and pure. that earthy sweetness he had been dying to get a taste of ever since he first laid his eyes on you. his hands began to shake, his head suddenly feeling so light and good and warm – though he figured it was half from the alcohol.

with caution in the wind, he undid his trousers, slowly sinking deeper into the dark, perverted warmth he so desperately tried to hide. he convinced himself it wouldn't hurt, at least for the night.

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© strwbryluver 2026. do not plagiarize, re-upload, translate, or feed my work into ai.

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[strwbryluver]

Okay they look nothing alike Johnny looks more like Graham coxon

yes this is correct. he’s so fine……oh how i LOVE old men….

[strwbryluver]

Okay I might be to jackasspilled but does the Gallagher brothers kinda look like Johnny Knoxville and do you think they woukd like a skater girl or someone who does stunts everytime I watch jackass I just wanna take uo skating again

DONT FUCKING TALK TO ME ABT JOHNNY KNOXVILLE OMG ILL CUM AND CREAM EBERYWHEREEEEHSHSNSGSJHSSJAHSHEKENEJSJANA RROTOROROROORORRORNSALTNAALARNRGROROROROOROOOQOFOQOFOOWOWOFOFOFOFOF

i mean….haha

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just gonna leave this here for you x

oh i want that man bad…i hate how his fits are always good. he was destined to be my evil puppyboy bisexual bf………god i hate him. sending him bomb threats. a man is not allowed to look good in my radius. full stopp.

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I want omegaverse - the masses and general public

this is killing me LMFAO. like oh my god guys wdym the entire general public and the masses entered my inbox. greatest day of my life. but i will see what i can do!!!

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HAVE FAITH IN YOURSELF 🍓

💖

I LOVE YOU ANON THANK YOUUUUU. i feel so rusty…gulp…like do u guys still fw me…LMFAOOO

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question !!! is dad bsf liam famous or nah and if he isn’t what job is willing to tolerate him

nah, i don’t think ANY job would tolerate him tbfh. he’s too annoying 👅 send him my way and i’ll make him an OF star 👀👀👀 but in this series, he’s not famous, but most likely a stage manager for noel……..hehe….bc there are some things….i want to do…..w liam and noel…..and reader….

[strwbryluver]

that sounded snappy i meant it jokingly, like ‘hahaha liam is such a loser nuisance what job would tolerate him hahahaha, omg you’re such a good writer, omg hahahaha’ not like ‘oh your writing isn’t accurate what job would even tolerate him’ kinda way.

anyway just actually get my account deactivated, i’ve genuinely embarrassed myself seven different ways to ten different ppl on here. i’m actually going tf to bed

NO STOP YOU WERE FINE LMFAOOO IT WAS A GENUINE QUESTION THAT I SKIPPED OVER IN MY WRITING OOPSSSSSS!!!

the question was “what job does liam have in human nature?” to simply put it for anyone else. basically, i’ll be so honest, i forgot about putting in a little thing stating that this would be a seperate au where liam isn’t yknow a famous singer from oasis LOL. but really, i was too lazy to figure out the schematics of how the reader’s dad would become besties w him. so, i’ve left that out of the picture, and itll be set in a seperate au where liam isn’t famous. as i expand the series, i’ll touch on what his job is <3 honestly, he’s living the quiet, care-free life for now. but in part 3 it will be mentioned that he’s smth along the lines of a stage manager or smth😛😛😛 love u pookie

[strwbryluver]

‧ ₊❝ HUMAN NATURE PT.1⭑.ᐟ

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis; your new next door neighbour moves in and immediately starts becoming a little closer to your dad after you make your presence known. it's not weird at all when he starts getting invited over a little more, your dad is just closer in age to him! it's not weird when you start seeing him running at the same hour as you, and not weird that you see him around more often. you've just...piqued his interest!

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ pairing; dad's bsf!liam gallagher x younger!fem reader warnings; 18+, nsfw, corruption kink, power dynamics, explicit age gap, younger reader, liam is a pervert and lowk a peeping tom, mentions of male masturbation!!

word count; 2.7k words a/n; hello...im back...with that 600 follower special i promised. thank u so much for ur continued support. all of these chapters will be relatively short by design as i haven't written for a lil while so pls be kind hehe....<3

you had seen him around before.

you were perched along your windowsill with a new book in hand, curtains spread wide open, allowing for you to see anything and everything from your window. at the exact time as the past couple of weeks, a man rocked up next door, in the same style of parka he had worn before – dramatically long and... enticing.

black sunglasses covered his eyes, the only discernible features being his pursed lips and half-grown stubble littered over his jawline. he would prowl around the neighbourhood for a little while, taking in the scenery while waiting for the realtor who was somehow always late. the same old clockwork.

except, this time was different.; instead of heading off for his usual prowl, he stepped right into your view, leaning back against the brick wall of the house, staring right at your house. something smug and cocky exuded off his being as he popped a cigarette into his mouth, flicking open his lighter with practiced perfection.

your eyes lingered, intrigued by the dangerous yet smooth demeanour radiating off him. he took a quick puff as he leant his head back against the wall, eyes landing on you. the strange girl staring down at him. he tilted his head to the side, the cigarette still perched against his fingers, eyes narrowing like you had caught his attention.

he gave you a polite nod of his head as a form of acknowledgement, eyes almost burning through you as he waited patiently for your response. you gave a polite, awkward wave before sliding off your windowsill, the heat of embarrassment smouldering in your lower stomach.

you swear you heard him chuckle as you slammed your book shut, trying to push down the rush of adrenaline and anxiety swirling in your chest. you cleared your throat, glancing back over at your window before deciding to ignore him – to not pay attention.

that's how it went over the next couple of days; you didn't pay much notice when the “for sale” sign got taken down. ignored the excitement fluttering in your chest as the moving vans suddenly appeared out the front of the house. you didn't even pay much notice when your dad started mentioning your new neighbour, chuckling about how much of a “good lad” he was supposedly.

you did, however, notice when your dad began to find himself at the pub down the road more often, or how he would trot next door to go hang out with your new neighbour. you'd sigh, shaking your head despite the fond tug in your heart, glad he was able to branch out a little more.

it had been hard on the two of you; having to leave your life behind and moving to manchester. your dad continued to lie, saying it was for a “once in a lifetime opportunity” but really, you knew it was to get away from it all.

the door shut behind you with a quiet 'click,' the sound of laughter immediately flowing into the hallway from the outside dining room. you half grimace, not entirely keen on having company while looking so ragged. yet, your dad calls out for you, beckoning you over.

“y/n, is that you? come meet, liam!”

you follow the sound of his voice, heart lurching in your chest as your eyes land on your next-door neighbour. he's sat across from your dad, nursing a beer and half-smoked cigarette in his hand, his eyes immediately landing on you. his eyebrows tick upwards, just a little, like you had piqued his interest.

“hi, love,” he pushes himself upwards, reaching out to shake your head with a dangerously smooth smile. you take it, movements a little rushed as you shyly shake his hand, hardly able to meet his eyes. liam takes notice, head tilting to the side, barely enough for you to notice. “liam gallagher, nice to meet you. y/n, is it? yer' dads told me, 'bout you.”

everything about him is so self-assured, like he knows he's got everything in the palm of his hand. his parka is no doubtedly new; it's clearly never been worn before, and neither are those stupid sunglasses he has curled over the bridge of his nose. who was he trying to impress?

“yes, uh, nice to meet you too.”

frigid, liam notes to himself, eyebrows creasing ever so slightly. he leans back in his chair, eyes never leaving yours like he's plotting something. you shift uncomfortably, silently praying he doesn't remember you being "that" girl from the window.

“you smoke?” liam offers, sliding open the pack with just his thumb. it's something so innocent, and yet, so charged that it has you swallowing a harsh lump in your throat. you shake your head politely, mouth dropping open to answer before being cut off by your dad.

“nah, nah,” your dad shakes his hand, a fond smile stretching across his face, stealing liam's attention away from you. “she ain't do nothing like that.”

liam's eyebrows raise in surprise, his smirk turning a little more devious as if he'd struck gold. you don't notice, rather, you figure the cogs are turning in his head to whip out another quip.

“not one for the party life, are we?” liam turns towards you, leaning his chin on his hand while the other rests on the armrest of the chair. his eyes flicker over you, looking you up and down like your dad wasn't sitting right across from him. like you were prey.

“no,” you avert your eyes shyly, shrugging a little meekly. “not one for anything, really.”

“ah,” liam hums, turning back slightly to raise the bottle of beer back up to his mouth. “reckon we could change that, eh?”

his words are merely meant to tease – so you think – and yet, your stomach clenches, nerves fluttering in your chest as you manage to give him a weak, shy chuckle. you almost sigh with relief as he takes a quick sip of his beer, the tension in your body wound so tight it's almost threatening to snap.

it's all a game to him – you can tell by the way he smirks, eyes licking over you, sending a warmth that brims against your lower abdomen. you blink, shaking the thoughts of your head, convincing yourself it was only something you made up in your head. but fuck, the way he's drinking in your reaction right now makes you wish it were real. your dad, oblivious to anything, skin a little flushed from the alcohol, smiles widely.

“we'll leave you to it, sweetie,” he nods, waving his hand at you to beckon you over for a hug. “go do whatever you kids do nowadays. goodnight, love.”

“night dad,” you murmur as you lean down to give your dad a quick side-hug before politely smiling and bowing your head at liam. “goodnight, mr. gallagher.”

“night, kid.” he teases with a coy raise of his eyebrows, clicking out of the corner of his mouth while raising the neck of his beer towards you. you meekly smile before turning on your heels with your shoulders tight and rigid, pressed halfway to your ears. a dark, devilish chuckle escapes his lips as you walk away, painfully aware of the way his eyes burn into your back.

liam hums to himself, drinking in the way you nervously hurry away, whipping around the corner so fast he hardly catches it. a warm, twisted amusement rises in his chest, his lips ticking up into a devious smile. you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding in, the tension slowly dissipating as you walk up the stairs to your bedroom, hoping to put it all to rest.

“seem's like a nice girl, eh?” liam comments. your dad just smiles, nodding warmly as he finishes his last sip of whatever bottle he was nursing in his hand.

“yes, yes, she is,” he comments as he places the empty bottle down. “fancy another?”

“if i ever say no, you'd have to shoot me.”

“i'll show you the drinks room then, eh?”

“a drinks room?” liam replies with a small chuckle, pushing himself up from the chair. “livin' lavish, are we?”

your dad responds with a laugh as they both half-clamber into the room, heading over to the cabinet. it's full of every spirit imaginable, all lined up and hardly drunken like they were some sort of decoration. liam immediately takes notice, deciding to pry a little further. he couldn't help it, curiosity was just apart of human nature.

“bet yer' daughter sneaks in and nicks some of the good stuff, huh?” he teases, nudging his elbow against your father's arm. he simply chuckles, shaking his head as he grabs another two bottles of beer from the bar fridge.

“ohhh no,” he chuckles, handing a bottle to liam with a fond smile. “she's much to good for that.”

“oh?” liam clears his throat, eyebrows raising. “really?”

“yeah,” your dad breathes out, turning back to face him with a polite, slightly forced smile. “between you and me, she's a bit too innocent for her own good.”

“ah, bollocks,” liam laughs, patting his shoulder despite the thoughts swirling in his brain. his next words are loaded, layered with such deep perversion that it almost makes him feel sick. “no such thing, eh? good girls are always fun.”

needless to say, liam hardly gets home that night with a clear mind. he's wandering around his bedroom that just so happens to directly across from your own, his jeans so tight he's honestly a little worried the button might pop off. he feels sick at his own thoughts, teeth grinding against each other so hard that his jaw is wound tight.

and he can see your shadow behind the thin, lace curtains prancing about like you weren't tempting him. he had half a mind to head back over to your place and get his hands on you. he sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth, his other hand reaching to pinch the skin between his eyebrows.

but he just can't help himself.

his hands fumble with the buckle of his belt, his figure hidden behind his curtain as he watches, breath getting caught in his throat. his heart is beating so fucking fast that his hands are shaky and clamming as he grips his bulge, eyelids fluttering shut as a small wave clarity crashes over him.

he knows he shouldn't – he knows it's wrong. he knows better of course, he's older, wiser. supposed to ignore the way he was feeling about you. it was wrong. he knows that.

but maybe, he just doesn't care that much.

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you had tried your hardest to ignore him, reminding yourself he was your dad's bestfriend – a force to not be reckoned with. he was something off limits.

so, “coincidently” you started extending your shifts long enough so you wouldn't come home to him in your living room, sitting and laughing with your father like he wasn't daunting. like he wasn't staring you down as if you were his next meal. it was suffocating.

you had changed your routine just to avoid him; longer shifts, different walking routes, different running routes. you knew he was a runner from the way you bashfully watched him warmup in front of his door from your window. despite your best efforts of ignoring him, you bought yourself cute new running shorts just in case you had ever crossed his paths.

yet you weren't aware of just how far liam was willing to go just to “cross paths.”

you let out a harsh exhale as you slowed down, shoes scuffing against the pebbled pathway beneath you. the back of your throat was burning, chest heaving, desperate to suck in any ounce of air they could. you hunched over, sweaty palms landing your knees as you flicked your forearm towards you, looking at your watch.

“fancy seein' you 'ere, birdie,” a familiar voice drawls from behind you. you jump, shivers crawling over your spine as you shoot upright, head spinning around to face the older man standing behind you. a subtle, thin layer of sweat glistens over his forehead, chin raised ever so slightly. his lips are parted, soft breaths escaping them as he raises his water bottle towards them. “didn't know you were a runner.”

“not really,” you respond with a shy smile, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand. “do it to clear my mind every now and then.”

“huh right, what's your time?” liam breathes out after taking a sip, eyes trailing down your neck. you flick your wrist towards you, still trying to catch your breath as you click through your watch, trying to find your stopwatch. liam's eyes unashamedly trail further down your torso until the delicate outline of your cleavage is spilling out of your sports bra. and your chest is heaving really hard with the glistening layer of sweat glimmering under the sun, like you were just asking for it.

oblivious to his perversion, you raise your head just as he flicks his eyes away, tongue sliding over his upper lip. you think nothing of it, trying to ignore the way your heart lurches in your chest.

“23 minutes and 51 seconds!” you exclaim with a proud smile, twisting your watch over him to see.

“ahh, very good,” liam muses, his mind half in the moment as he ponders over a twisted idea brewing in his head. he leans in to look, only for his water bottle to “accidentally” slip from his fingers, splashing water all over your chest before hitting the ground. “shit! sorry, love!”

you gasp as the cold water hits you despite how refreshing it really feels. liam's hands are already patting over your shirt, fingers grazing over your tits in such a manner that it has your skin heating up. liam's heart is racing as his hands carefully knead your tits before smoothing over your stomach and then finally retracting back to his sides.

“it's okay! it's okay!” you repeat, flicking off a few beads of water your hands. you turn your head behind you, noticing the water bottle slowly beginning to roll. “do you need me to get that for you? dad told me you had a bad back. or hip, or whatever!”

you hardly wait for an answer before you're already bending over in front of him, your cute little running shorts leaving barely anything to the imagination as the fabric slowly rides up your thighs. liam tilts his head downward, drinking in everything before you can catch his wandering eyes.

liam takes the bottle from you like he wasn't just fucking you with his eyes, a gracious, warm smile on his face. it's innocent, disarming almost. you naturally smile back, cheeks warm, though you can't tell if it's from him or the run. you pray it's from the latter.

“oh thanks love, didn't have to do allat for an old geezer like me,” he chuckles, ducking his head in apology for the spillage once more.

“oh, nonsense!” you brush it off, as humble as ever. liam's lips tick upwards into a warm smile, a twinge of deviousness held deep behind it. “was raised to be good.”

“mhm, yeah, you're a good girl, aren't 'cha?”

you freeze, eyebrows shooting upright. liam immediately takes notice in the way your thighs squeeze together, even if the movement is so damn subtle that it makes his dick twitch in his pants. the blood underneath your cheeks is warm, your eyes wide and doe-like like you had been caught.

“well,” liam smiles warmly. innocent. like your clit wasn't throbbing underneath his predatory gaze. like he wasn't testing the waters, just seeing how far he could push you. “enjoy yer' run, see 'ya next time, kid.”

with a polite wave, liam's back off down the track, literally running away from the situation he's created. your head is swirling with a multitude of emotions, slick pooling against the thin fabric of your panties. you shake your head, trying to ignore how wrong it was to feel this way over your dad's best friend.

you take a moment to gather yourself, smoothing your hair back with a deep breath before running the opposite way liam went, not caring that it would take you longer to get back home.

anywhere was better than being around someone as dangerous as him.

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