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Perpetually horny for Noely G. Asks & reqs always open ❤️ Main blog: @ladyrindt

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Heyy!!!are u into gcest? Cause I saw that u repost varius things with the #, sorry if this is a bit weird i was just wondering

Absolutely, 1000000000% NOT.

I’ve sort of dreaded getting this ask, but figured it would come at some point. I have a very, very close relationship with my own (twin) brother, to the point where we were rumored to be in an incestuous relationship as teenagers in our small town. It was life-ruining. Every time I see anything gcest, or people speculating about it, I feel sick and it just brings back a flood of anger and shame.

That being said, if a gcest-aligned blog posts something that isn’t about that concept and is just an interesting bit of Oasis lore, or a really good picture of Noel, I’ll reblog it. It’s already living on the internet. We all get to curate our own experience. I’ve been on tumblr for 15 years and at this point, I just don’t care to worry about other people and what they blog. I spend 60+ hours a week worrying about and working with illiterate children, and by the time I get home and log in here….I have nothing more in me.

So yeah, that’s just a few thoughts and unequivocal answer on my stance, written during my commute. I’m always happy to discuss, and I’m actually working on something that works to (in a fic) deal with the Loch Lomond incident (because that was strange as fuck, and we can all agree on that).

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It was a sheet of Adidas stickers that I bought in a junk shop in Amsterdam. I’m at home, I was going to put an Adidas sticker on the guitar, don’t ask me why. My daughter, she came into the room and she said, what are you doing? I said, I’m just going to put a sticker on this guitar. I said, where are you going to put it? She said, I’ll put it there. And it’s just an odd place to put it. I think she was like six at the time or something. So that’s where it stayed.

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Noel Gallagher, MTV Italy, 31/10/2005

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The right stuff

pairing: prefame! noel gallagher x reader

word count: 8k

wc: smut; sex under the influence; drug use; unprotected sex; oral sex; corruption kink; size kink; size queen; dirty sex

summary: you hit the club looking for new experiences after a nasty break-up. who would've thought you'd run into Noel Gallagher, old schoolmate and infamous gobby git. you'll have a chance to see if he's still a troublemaker, and he'll have one to check if you're still a bit of a goody-goody.

author's note: ok, so it seems i had more in me to write! not too happy with how this one turned out, but let me know your thoughts!!

you are getting hammered tonight.

that’s what you are thinking as you and your girlfriends were waiting in line to get into the infamous club the hacienda. taking advantage of an unusually warm saturday night in manchester’s spring, you’ve cladded yourself in the skimpiest skirt you could find in your closet, lacy top to match, out for the hunt. you laugh it off with your friends as you try to deafen your ramming thoughts that reminded you of the earlier events of this week: finding a tube of lipstick - not your colour - in your boyfriend’s car, confronting him, having the fucker confess to you he’d been cheating with a girl from his study group, yup, that same one that always gave you off vibes. a girl can always tell. you were in love with him, you think. how do you even know what love is supposed to feel like? you were crushed when you ended it. but was it really because of him or because you hate feeling alone and feeling like you were losing your time for the past two years with him? best not to dwell on it.

you shake your head as you made your way into the club. always the good girl - perfect grades in uni, close to graduating, a good job that allowed you to save some money, the doting girlfriend, the catholic girl you introduced your parents to. you couldn’t remember the last time you’ve let your hair out. but tonight was the night. you are going to do all the things you always hear about but you haven’t done because your life has followed the conventional path. tonight you’re going to get drunk, you’re going to try some of the drugs that abound in manchester’s night scene, and you’re gonna give some kisses to random blokes, maybe even ask one to take you home. you’re a she-wolf tonight. 

it’s one am and you are having an amazing time. hair all frazzled, sweat running down your neck, beer in your hand while you dance frantically to the house bassline. you are laughing carelessly while thinking how is it that you missed this for so long? your boyfriend usually goes out but you were never really interested. boooy how wrong you were. this feels amazing. you are giving your best moves on the dance floor when one of your friends approaches you: “hey! we thought of doing some e today. we need to find the guy to give it to us, got it all sorted. come with, let’s find him, he used to go to school with us.”

you navigate the sweaty sea of people, making your way through to the bar, where this guy is supposed to be. you’re excited, the most drugs you’ve done is smoking a joint back in the day and it really didn’t do much for you. you’re all for living new experiences tonight, fuck decorum. and this is how you come face to face with one of the school slackers, Noel Gallagher of all people. you haven’t seen the lad in over five years, not with him being expelled from school and then going into all kind of misdemeanours with the neighbourhood’s bums. he’s lazily resting over the bar, hazy and bored look gazing at the dancing mass, his foot slowly marking the rhythm of the music. he straightens up as you both approach him: “alright, ladies? how can i help?” 

that’s when he recognises both of you, it seems the drugs and alcohol have not impaired him just yet. he’s a bit surprised to see you girls in this scene, your group was always the proper one and now you were there asking him to help you score fucking ecstasy. he sorts you out - it seems he has found himself a job as a petty drug-dealer in the club - and sees you walk away, giddy with your purchase, swaying your great arse in tune with the music, rushing to find your other friends and share the stash.

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about an hour later, you are in cloud nine. you love everything and everyone. music has never sounded so good in your life - it’s like cotton candy in your ears. sweating profusely, you make your way down to the bar to buy another drink. you’re about to, when you smell a glint of oaky perfume, cigarette smoke and a low voice whispering in your ear: “shouldn’t be mixing what you took with alcohol, y’ know.” you turn your head to find noel fucking gallagher again, looking down at you with an amused stare. 

“and what should i mix it with, mind telling me, mr. druglord?”

he laughs at that and turns to the barman, asking him for water and ice instead. you frown your eyebrows at him, muttering “you’re no fun.”

he pays no mind to your complaint, turning to look at you intensely “it’s odd to find you here, love, even more coming up t’ me for dope. thought you’d be married with children now, all proper, going to bed early for sunday mass tomorrow.”

you scoff at that as you tie your hair into a bun, hot all over from the dancing and the e. you take your cup of water reluctantly and turn to look at him: “that’s funny. i thought you’d be banged up, doing time for petty crimes carried downtown to go and buy some glue to sniff at the docks.”

noel chortles and bumps your shoulder friendly “oi!!! s’ that what you think ‘f me? i take offence at that! was always nice t’ you in school, you cow.”

it turns out - Noel is a right laugh. he stays with you as your drunken mind is unable to find your friends, making silly little jokes at the expense of the people surrounding you, asking what you’ve been up to since he got kicked off the catholic school you both attended. he’s also taken a few things so you are both buzzed, and you manage to drag him to the dance floor, sharing genuine laughs as you see him trying to be smooth and cool while dancing - “oi, ‘ve got a reputation to keep here!” - but giving into you and allowing himself to be twirled by you in a dance routine that’s definitely not going with the music coming from the speakers. he ends up grabbing your waist from behind and swinging you side to side as he giggles in your neck, breathing warmly in your ear and making you feel tingly all over. your mind is in a haze, your body’s not following your commands anymore, completely taken by the rhythm and Noel’s calloused and gentle hands, guiding your movements over the bass line and whispering nonsense to you.

you turn in his arms and grab him by the shoulders, swaying and inadvertently falling a bit over him, droplets of sweat making their way down your clavicle, your soundless smile hiding in his chest as you try to keep the now frantic pace of the music. Noel moves your disheveled hair from your face and looks down fondly at you - “you’re completely hammered, love” as you keep laughing and hugging him as you dance.

he disentangles from your crazy limbs and utters “‘ll get us another water, ‘s crazy hot in here”, disappearing over to the bar. you nod and continue to sway in the sea of people, waiting for him to come back, thinking to yourself that you didn’t remember him being so fucking funny and having such beautiful eyes. you are stuck in your thoughts and in the music when you are suddenly pulled from your happy, drug-induced cloud by a hand that roughly grabs your shoulder and turns you around - “the fuck are you doing here?!”

fucking callum. your fucking piece of shit of an ex boyfriend is at the club, and he has the nerve to approach you and demand something from you? you try to make sense of what just happened, focus your angry stare at him and spit “the fuck do you care, callum. you’re not my boyfriend anymore and i don’t have to tell you anything.”

“you don’t like clubbing. and you’re drunk. are you alone? cmon, let me take you home-“ callum tries to grab you but you quickly shove him off. jesus fucking christ, you can’t even enjoy one night out.

“get off me, arsehole! we’re not together anymore. go find that slut and jump over a bridge, i don’t give a toss.”

“alright there, love?” Noel’s back on the floor, cup of water in his hand and looking at you and callum having it off in the middle of the club, trying to make sense of what’s going on.

“who’s this bloke?” callum’s accusatory tone turns at you, his angry eyes glaring at how your body gravitates towards Noel’s and how you cling into his arm, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “he’s with me” you utter sultrily, and Noel immediately catches on, hand quickly grabbing your naked waist and squeezing you into his side, leaning down to give a quick peck to your neck. you feel goosebumps arise and your body tenses.

callum is fuming at both of you now, looking angry and lost at the same time “don’t believe it. cmon sugar, let’s talk it out, if you could let me explain…”

you dismiss him with disdain, spitting “fuck off” before you throw caution out the window, grab Noel by his neck and plant your lips onto him, tongue already out of your mouth, trying to invade him. he’s caught off guard at first, his eyes slightly opening, but he feels your tongue licking his upper lip and enthusiastically indulges, pressing himself against your chest as you moan at his mouth opening for you. you hear a scoff coming from behind you, callum uttering “frigid bitch, if you want to slut yourself out for a lowlife, then that’s on you” before turning and losing himself in the sea of people, leaving you and Noel to it.

Noel catches from the corner of his eye that callum’s disappeared and quickly brings the kiss to an end, dropping his hands from you and taking two steps back. 

he’s sheepishly looking down and adjusting the neck of his shirt, nervously laughing and looking at you “so that was the posh boyfriend, huh? he’s a proper tool, good riddance f’ you. glad to be of help getting him off your case-“

you’re not listening to Noel, deaf to the world, stood right were he left you. your brain’s short circuited since you lay your lips on his and now you can’t understand why all of a sudden his tongue isn’t caressing yours anymore, why you can’t feel his hands on your skin, why you cannot feel his heart beating against yours. you shake your head trying to bring clarity into the situation. he’s still speaking nonsense next to you and you surge onto him again, whispering a quick “shut the fuck up” before grabbing him by his collar and bringing your lips together again.Noel is caught off guard again, and this time it takes him even more to react. you… want this? he thought it was just an act for that dickhead.

you notice his lack of response and start to withdraw from him, when everything seems to click in that silly brain of his, and you suddenly feel a strong hand grabbing you by the nape of your neck, rough fingers tangling with your wet strands of hair, now feeling his lips opening for you and his tongue sensually licking into yours. his kiss is fierce, raw, like he cannot believe what’s happening and he’s putting all his strength into it just to confirm it’s real. your sweaty chest crashes onto his and you moan into his mouth, feeling his whole body go rigid before he presses further into you, taking you over completely with just a kiss. when your mouths finally part, completely out of breath, there’s only one thought in your once foggy mind “need you to fuck me, Noel.”

“jesus fucking christ, love, can’t say those things t’ me…” he leans over you, pushing your hair aside and nipping your earlobe, your neck, leaving wet traces over your already soaked skin. you moan wantonly and take advantage of the fact that you’re still on the dance floor, slowly moving your body against his as a whine leaves your throat. he is now licking a strip down your neck, completely oblivious to the fact you’re very much not alone and that anyone can see how the situation is getting out control for both of you, your hands desperately grabbing his soft chestnut hair and pushing him further into you. “…’m so serious, Noel. please, fuck me here. take me to the toilets” one of your hands suddenly leaves his hair and moves swiftly down his front, lowering down the buttons of his shirt and touching his belt hoop, trying to cup a feel of him. he chokes at that and bites you hard, quickly moving to take your hand away. his mouth leaves you and he comes to rest his forehead against yours, breathing you in: “can’t… can’t really do that, love. ‘s not practical. ye sure?”

you feel the drugs’ effect has slowly left your body - you probably sweated it off dancing - but now you are completely drunk on him, and you won’t take no for an answer. “take me to yours or something, then. can’t go to mine, still live with my parents.”

Noel smirks at that and presses a quick kiss to the side of your mouth, “you’re such a goody-goody. let’s go then, ‘s not a far walk from here.”

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you two leave the hacienda, the warm air outside a welcome breeze for your hot bodies. you feel the impending rain in the heavy atmosphere, and you both rush your pace towards Noel’s place, giggling and unable to take your hands off each other, high on the drugs and on one another. he keeps asking you if you’re sure you want to go with him, and to retaliate you corner him into a dark alley, roughly pushing him against the wall next to a set of garbage bins. you can’t get enough of his kisses. he’s not afraid to get dirty, he’s rough, messy and sloppy with them, making you ache down below and making you chase him with an unknown thirst. your ex’s never made you feel like this. you bite his lower lip as his head thuds against the brick wall and you force him to open his mouth, your tongues playing again with one another. you take his hand and bring it below your skirt, placing it on your inner thigh: “stop asking if i want you. fuck me right here, Noel, can’t wait anymore, ‘m tired of walking.”

a deep groan leaves Noel’s mouth, eyes closing as he slowly moves his hand from where you placed it further up, until he takes your whole mound in his palm. “fucksake, love… you’re all hot and pulsing. posh guy not fuck you good? ‘s that why you’re askin f’r it in the middle of the street?” he pushes his hand up, putting pressure on your whole pussy as the tips of his fingers rub your covered slit, feeling the fabric get wetter and wetter. 

“mmmhm… no, didn’t even kiss like you. please, please fuck me, can’t take it anymore” you’re begging like a whore, your head resting against his shoulder as you feel his fingers give you more pleasure than what your ex gave you in the last half year.

“can’t fuck here, love…”

“why not?” you whine and you sound desperate but you’re well past caring at this point. you lean over his body and let your hand roam over his bulge. and in that moment you choke on your breath and look down to see his tented jeans “god, how come i not felt this before?” your hand softly cups his very prominent bulge.

Noel’s managed to move your knickers to the side and is now rubbing your slick over your slit, playing with you and teasing by not going up to caress your neglected clit. at the feel of your hand on him, he chokes a laugh and takes his head back “that’s why, love… sound like a prick when i say it… didn’t wanna…” he’s not making sense as your hand doesn’t stop its movements over his massive clothed shaft. 

“didn’t wanna what? didn’t wanna say you’re not fuckin me on the street cause your dick’s too big?”

Noel groans softly and looks down at you with glassy eyes “sound like a right cunt ‘f i say it, but… logistics… need to get you well ‘n ready before we do anything… don’t wanna hurt you… can’t really work you here up a wall, love… need to take me time”

his fingers have not stopped moving and he’s managed to get one into your wet whole, moving it slowly back and forth. that, combined with the feeling of what seems to be the biggest cock you’ll ever see and his words have you closer to the edge than what you could’ve imagined. you drown his words by pressing another filthy kiss on him, bumping teeth even, as he withdraws his hand from under your skirt and you lift your leg over his waist, slowly grinding over him, your skirt ridding up and showing your knickers. “you already feel so good… god sake, Noel, tell me we’re not far from your place.”

he squeezes your ass as you hump him in that shady alley, kissing you eagerly “almost there, love. let me take you and I’ll fuck you like you need to.”

he quickly licks his fingers as you adjust your skirt, putting it back in place, and you almost jog the final stretch towards his place, a studio flat he’s been renting with the money he makes off construction work.

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you don’t even get a chance to look around the place, as he stamps you over the door as soon as he closes it. he presses himself over you and you moan loudly, finally getting to feel his hard, thick cock rubbing over your clothes. Noel’s lost any patience he had in the club and on the way back to his, eagerly licking the curve of your neck as he unties your top from the nape of your neck and drags it down, freeing your breasts to him: “…feel me now, love? gonna give you everything you’ve been asking for, no more waiting.”

his breathy whispers don’t stop as your head thuds on the door, completely enraptured by his actions, your needy body finally getting what it wanted. your mouth drops sweet moans and your fingers lose themselves in his soft locks as you feel his lips travel down your chest, him leaving wet kisses in the valley of your breasts, until his tongue starts to lick softly around your left nipple, teasing you deviously. at the same time, his hand is back between your legs, pushing your underwear to the side and sliding two thick fingers into your wet opening without preamble, pumping them right away in a smooth glide, as you are still so wet from before.

“god, Noel… more…” you glance down at him and your eyes meet his lusty stare as he envelops your nipple in his lush lips, softly suctioning in tandem with his fingers inside of you, making you choke a moan while you try to hold his stare. it proves to be impossible as he hits a spot inside you that usually only you can reach, and you let out a loud scream at that, crunching your eyes shut in utter pleasure. “‘s that it, love? that’s it, want to hear you. tell me how much you like it when i play with you like this.” you nod frantically, your hips shamelessly parting from the door in an attempt to meet his fingers movements, basically riding his hand. an obscene squelch can be heard every time he slightly pulls them from you, and Noel’s eyes are now drifting down, looking at your skirt all bunched up at your waist, the sight of your cunt peeking from the side of your thong, lips all wet with your slick, soaking his fingers you hit the door with silent thuds every other second. “y’ wanted it so bad, all needy throwing yeself at me… cheeky mare, want to cum for me?”

“please, please Noel, don’t stop, ‘m cumming for you, please,” your moans are uncontrollable as you lose yourself under his touch, one hand of his grabbing your tit while the other keeps fucking you, feeling the knot in your lower abdomen go taut as he strokes that perfect spot inside of you. your legs tense as his thumb starts massaging your clit harshly and heat spreads all over your body, your orgasm creeping from your toes as you leave out a guttural moan, silenced by Noel’s spit stained lips locking over yours, swallowing your screams into his eager mouth. he feels your cunt clench around him and your slick gush over his fingers as he keeps his pace up, prolonging your high and swiping his thumb over your engorged clit. “so pretty, love, give it t’ me… all over my hand, want it all…” he praises as you feel your legs weaken once your orgasm starts to wind down. “so beautiful, all wrecked f’me.”

he withdraws his fingers from your cunt and brings them between both of you, admiring the slick covering them. “‘s all you, love,” he whispers in awe as he takes them to your right tit, smearing your cum all over it. he then brings his mouth down and licks broadly over it, cleaning it with his tongue and softly biting your erected nipple. you can only watch him and moan softly in overstimulation, completely speechless at how he’s just made you feel with just his hands and mouth.

his tongue is toying with your wet nipple as his hand is playing with your other tit, softly massaging it as he smiles against your chest. you grab his locks and bring his mouth back up to you, kissing him slowly as you tug at his hair. he parts from you and his eyes rake all over your ruined figure against the door: hair a mess, top half off and light bite marks peppered all over your chest, gorgeous tits and swollen nipples, skirt bunched up at your waist and ruined panties. “‘m such a lucky bastard,” he laughs as he praises you. 

“welcome to Casa de Noel” he makes an exaggerated bow and takes your hand to bring you into the room, leading you swiftly to the couch. you laugh breathlessly as you take a quick look and see it’s a small but comfy place, a living room area with a small kitchen and a couple of doors leading to the bathroom and bedroom. he lets himself drop onto the couch as he brings you to sit on top of him, unable to take his hands off you. you shift so you’re straddling him, hips already moving over him, your ruined panties rubbing all over his bulge, getting a light stain on his jeans. “want me cock now we’re home, love? ready for it?” he asks hoarsely, his fingers tracing over your lips. you suck the tips sultrily, muttering “yes, please Noel. it already feels so good.”

he lets you grind over him, his strong hands going to your waist and helping your movements as he takes a deep breath before he stops you and slowly gets you off his lap, down onto your knees in front of him. you glance up and see him nod briefly, smiling fondly at you. you take that as a yes and your hands work over his belt quickly, unbuckling it and tossing it to the side. your fingers briefly touching his hard on as you unbutton his jeans and make room for him to wiggle out of them and his boxers, all at the same time. as he sits back, you are finally eye to eye with what you’ve only felt over clothes. your eyes bulge and he sees you swallow down your throat, intimidated, to put it mildly. ok, you get it now. you understand why he’s against quickies. a thought flashes your mind - maybe i should go home. i can always buy a dildo. or my fingers will do.

“…oi… oi!! you with me?” you blink rapidly and stare back at him, your awed eyes having a hard time leaving his massive cock. Noel looks a bit amused, a bit worried, a bit arrogant. a perfect combination. “you ok there? you… spaced out for a moment” he asks as he spits lowly over his hand and takes it down to grip the base of his cock, slowly spreading the slick over it, letting out a deep groan. “yeah, yeah…” your eyes are back on his dick, watching his hand slowly massaging it. “told you it was big, love… d’ya thought i was bluffin?” he whispers as he relaxes under his own touch, hand bringing down his foreskin and showing the pink, angry tip of his bulbous head.

you shrink back slightly on the floor, nails nervously scratching his naked thigh, gaining a short whimper from him. “Noel, this isn’t big. this is… this is coke-can girth - but way longer than a coke-can, you think to yourself. how d’ you even…? i… i don’t even know what to ask.” you have lost all the confidence you had in the club and he can tell. you’re looking at it both as if you wanted to eat it and as if you wanted to bolt through the door.

Noel laughs breathlessly and stops tossing himself off, bringing himself over to you in your kneeling position. he threads through your hair before bringing you up for a kiss, reverently licking you before muttering “don’t panic on me, love. we can take our time. d’ya want me?” 

“… so bad,” you’re shifting on your knees as you feel yourself dripping over the apex of your thighs, your ruined panties not doing anything for you anymore, so you’re quick to get them off, together with your skirt, discarding them behind you.

“kay, then we’ll go slow. and it’ll feel so good for us both. will you do what i say?”

you nod sheepishly as he smiles and pets you - “such a good girl for me” - while he opens his legs wide for you and gets comfortable on the couch once again. 

“alright love. go on, need you to get it nice and wet f’you. show me what y’ got.”

you scramble over to his lap and come close to his huge cock. life had been good to Noel Gallagher at least in one thing. yeah, his family was shit, he had probably been arrested one too many times, really didn’t have much prospects of a good future, certainly wasn’t boyfriend material. but. dear. fucking. god. you had never seen a cock as beautiful as his. massive, thick as a fuckin arm, with a soft curve and a luscious tip that made your mouth water. a few drops of precum have fallen down his shaft and are now making their way down his heavy, hairy balls. he’s hard as a rod, shaft pressing over his lower belly and mushroom head pointing to the ceiling, a soft trail of hair leading to his bushy base. saliva is actually pooling at your mouth and you feel yourself drawn to it, like a magnet. 

Noel sighs deeply as he sees you need to grab him with two hands to get a firm grip of him, as your thumb doesn’t touch your index when you go around it. your soft and tiny hands feel fucking incredible on him already and he grabs your head as he sweetly encourages you: “wanna give it a lick? wanna make it nice ‘n sloppy so it fits in yer cunt?” you nod eagerly and your tongue leaves your mouth to give a timid, short lick at the side of his shaft, having a quick taste. Noel groans above you as you look up at him, doe-like eyes as you leave quick kitten licks all over him. “you’re such a good girl. theeeere it is, give it a kiss, baby.” your hands are slowly massaging his base, already slick from his spit, as you start pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses on the top, bringing your lips to the tip and engulfing his entire head in your mouth, tongue swiftly swirling around it. 

Noel is panting over you, caressing your hair and getting it out of the way so you can work him over. your mouth is completely stretched and you only have his head inside, but he’s not pushing you, at least not yet. he’s letting you go at your own pace and you feel him get harder in your mouth. he looks at you enamoured and pushes your mouth away a little bit as he asks “d’ ya like it, baby? this fat cock in your mouth?” 

“yes, Noelly. want to lick you all over,” you mouth over his slick tip, the pink of it matching the colour of your swollen lips. “why don’t you spit on it, love? let me see you drool a little bit… want it dirty.” you moan and feel yourself get wetter as you messily spit all over his head, bringing both your hands further up his length to cover him entirely and make him slicker for you. he moans as you drool all over it and you take him back into your mouth, trying to go up and down on him as you start slobbering all over him, hands pumping him in tandem. “yes, baby girl, that’s it, nice ‘n wet for you... spread it all over…yeah…”

you feel him stretch over you to grab his discarded jeans as you continue to envelope him in your mouth. he fusses a bit as he produces a spliff and a lighter from his pockets, going back into the cushions and lighting the joint as your head bobs tirelessly over his hard cock. Noel takes a drag of it and exhales the dense smoke as he watches you with hazy eyes, hand going back to your hair as he sees you’re getting it wet with your drool.

“want to choke on it for a little bit? yeah, take a bit more…” he whispers under his breath as he keeps the joint in between his lips, both hands softly pushing your head into him and feeling you choke around his length. you’ve only managed to get half of it into your mouth, tongue dragging down his sides and stretching to get just a bit more of him. spit falls down his shaft, your tiny hands still working the half you cannot get in and going all the way down to his balls, now slick with you as well. you look a proper mess, eyes filled with tears and lipstick completely smudged, traces of it on him. the gurgling sounds are obscene and you’re running out of air. he senses that and brings you back up for a moment, allowing you to breath as you cough and try to regain your composure. Noel’s still smoking, red eyes gleaming at you and pouty mouth chasing your spit slicked lips to steal a nasty kiss from you, all wet and sweet smoke. “you’re doing so great, love. really love having a big cock down your throat, don’t you? still hot for it?”

you nod silently when all of a sudden you feel his socked foot coming into contact with your drippy cunt, slowly dragging over your slit. “fuuuuuck me, doll” Noel drags another puff from the spliff, leaning over to see your hips sway over his now wet foot “‘s all that from licking me?” 

you flush red and never stop your hands’ massage on his shaft, hiding your face in his balls and slowly kissing them. “yes, Noelly… such a pretty cock, my mouth hurts…” Noel coos at you and points his big toe into your opening, circling slowly as you won’t stop moving above him. “such a cute slut f’ me, huh? let me choke you just a tad longer baby.” you moan as you take one of his balls into your mouth, spit falling from your lips as it wiggles against your tongue.

the room is now all smokey as Noel pulls you by your hair and guides you back to his cock, pushing you down to make you take as much of him as you can. you oblige, swallowing around him as you choke down your tears.

“take more, you can do it… thaaat’s it, me good girl… hear that? youu’re just gaggin for it…” the noises are embarrassing, snot coming out your nose and tears streaming down your cheeks as you can only go a little bit lower than his top half, a good chunk of him still outside your mouth. Noel drops his head on the cushions, spliff still burning in his mouth as both his hands push you softly down on him and his hips lift from the couch, fighting against your gag reflex as you move rhythmically. “so cute… gettin me all dirty f’ye… gonna fuck you nice n good…” he’s getting harder in your mouth and you feel his thighs tense, when all of a sudden he roughly pushes you from him.

“you did so well f’ the first time takin it, love” Noel praises you as you try to clean your lips with the back of your hand. “want to cum while fuckin you…” he’s all sweet whispers as he brings the end of the spliff to your wet lips, letting you take a slow drag of it. before you can exhale the smoke, his mouth is on yours, taking it for himself, not caring about the mess your face is right now.

he caresses your cheek, all wet with tears, and brings a sweet kiss to your forehead. “who would’ve thought back in school that miss little prude would be such a fantastic cocksucker?” you laugh and push at his chest, noticing that he still has his shirt on. “i’m not like this… you’re making me crazy tonight. i just want to have fun for once” you mumble, all shy all of the sudden, softly unbuttoning his shirt and opening it to see his hairy chest below. 

“and how’s that working out so far?” he’s all arrogant as his wet stained foot comes closer to your bare cunt again, teasing you, both of you looking down. “‘s fucking great… want more” your small plea disarms him as you remove his shirt altogether.

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he’s quick to get both of you up, him naked now, you only having your top all bunched over your midriff but also bare for him. between kisses, he puts the spliff out and drags you to his bedroom, laying you over his - surprisingly - clean sheets. Noel leans over you as he stretches to light the lamp on the night table, a soft light gleaming in the bedroom as he rakes his eyes over your body and breaths almost to himself - “so pretty, love, lay back for me” - adjusting himself and finding your mouth once more. 

you split your legs and he frames himself in between them, calloused hand pushing your thigh further to the side and pressing your soft skin as he makes his way over to your centre, dropping his eyes to your bare mound as he collects the slick from your folds. “sweet jesus christ, all soaked f’me.” you nod against his forehead and resume your moans as he dips two fingers into you, pumping them softly and hitting that place that drives you up the wall oh so easily. “gotcha all sorted, huh?” he teases cockily as he feels you squeeze him and try to close over his hand, “already know t’ work this slutty cunt open f’ me. let’s put another, love.” he withdraws his fingers, only to add them back again with another, stretching you wide open with three as he spits over your clit and brings his head down to lick all over the mess he’s making. as soon as his tongue connects with you, you keen in desperation, hips driving up uncontrollably and begging him to let you cum. you feel him snicker against your clit, leaving wet kisses over your folds, even biting them softly before he raises back up, fingers snapping over your flesh. your orgasm is building rapidly, toes starting to curl over the mattress, when his hand leaves you all of a sudden. 

you whine in despair, your head thrashing over the pillowcase as Noel shushes you and opens your legs further, placing them over his thighs and positioning himself at your entrance. “shhh love, you’ll cum soon, just needed to stretch you a bit, y’know?” you look up at him with glossy eyes and are met with an amused stare, his frame over you, left hand stroking his hard length. you’re entranced by him and utter a strained “god, Noel…” as he starts tapping your swollen clit with his huge cock, hitting it harshly and making little droplets of spit, slick and his own precum fly onto your tummy and breasts, even onto the sheets cocooning you. his dick is impossibly slick from your oral ministrations and your cunt is a river down there. you’ve never felt filthier as you hear the wet smacks. Noel starts rubbing the flushed tip all over your folds, spreading the slick while cooing and looking down at the mess he’s making, getting your cunt all dirty with the slobber you left on him.

then, he guides the head of his cock down and you feel your cunt folds hug his mushroom tip, him stretching you like you’ve never been before. you feel like you’re being split open, legs opened impossibly wide as Noel coos above you and murmurs softly, unable to take his eyes away from the lewd sight “yeah, doll, take me in, c’mon…” pushing oh so slowly while you try to accommodate his size. your own eyes gaze down and you see only a bit more than the tip is in. fucking hell. this can’t be fucking possible. you cannot stop your eyes filling with tears as a whiny cry leaves you: “Noel… ‘s too big!! i… oh god… i don’t think it’ll fit” you’re now choking down your sobs as this wave of emotion is completely unexpected. you never wanted a cock so bad in your life, but you can’t possibly take more of him, it’s humanly impossible. fat tears make their way down your face as Noel embraces you, the angle shift gaining a loud moan from you, half pain, half pleasure. his hands have moved over to your hair and he’s sweetly threading your locks out of your face as he presses kisses over your eyes and nose, all gently as he whispers to you “shh, baby girl, don’t cry. we’ll make it fit, love, trust me?” you nod greedily, your lips heaving against his.

he goes back to the previous position, massaging the soft skin of your inner thighs as he drops a fat dollop of spit right where you two meet. he starts slowly massaging your clit as his stare fixes on you, a lecherous moan leaving his mouth as he manages to get a bit more in. “look at ye crying over me cock, sweet girl… ever had anyone this big?” your hips are moving in slow, desperate little movements that encompass his light thrusts and you whine, head moving from one side to the other “no, no, no… never so big, Noel, please…” 

“not that tool of a boyfriend you had? did his cock touch you where i’m touching you, love?” you deny vehemently, unable to form words. you feel how he’s slowly working his way through you, the pain you initially felt subsiding, your hot walls pulsing around his hard shaft and taking him further in, a little bit more with every push.  “nggh, no, no, Noel. y’ feel so…  so… please, want it all.” your needy cunt’s grip is impossibly tight around him, and you feel wound tightly as he continues pushing and purring the most indecent things anyone’s ever told you. 

you’re hot all over, his fat cock plunging into you and invading your entire body. Noel laughs in disbelief as he feels that it’s almost all the way in, your slick making his movements smoother, your pussy dripping all over him. he sees a white cream ring forming on his shaft, your juices soaking him entirely “god, you’re such a little whore. want it all inside ye, don’t cha? my little slag…” he bottoms out with a final push and is again all over you, praising you softly “that’s it, you’ve taken it all, love.” you can’t speak, just the feeling of his base thrusting softly into your insides, the smack of his heavy balls on your ass and the gushing sounds between both of you send you over the edge, silently screaming as your nails rake through Noel’s back, drawing blood to the surface. he feels you squeezing him and getting him wetter, if possible, and continues his small thrusts to prolong your orgasm, voice in your ear muttering what a good girl you’re, cumming all over his fat cock. you’re wetting his face with your tears but he doesn’t care, your legs tensing around his waist and forcing him deeper into you. now that you have him in, you’re not letting him ever leave you. your high simmers down slowly, buzzes of electricity shocking your whole body as you’re back to whining like a needy whore. your legs are trembling but you refuse to drop them back to the mattress, ensuring Noel stays deep inside you.

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once you’ve fully come down, Noel doesn’t let you fully regain consciousness, swiftly switching you over so you’re now sitting on top of him, legs hunched over his figure. one of his hands goes immediately to your waist, helping you sit firmly on his hard shaft as you choke on a high-pitched moan at the further stretch. his other hand goes to pet your swollen clit, his gaze enamoured and watching the white cream of your orgasm getting his pubic hair all dirty “god, look how you opened up for me… takin it all n’ cummin all over me,” slicking his fingers and playing with your sensitive button as you mewl wantonly, muttering unintelligibly above him.

both your eyes are focused on the obscene stretch of your cunt, widely opened around his meaty cock. “time for ye to ride it, love. tell me how much ye love it inside.” your hands set on his chest as you start to move back and forth above him, still trying to accommodate his ginormous size in this position. “fuck, Noelly… ‘s even deeper like this…” you whine lustfully. you feel so close again, the tip of his cock hitting up your cervix, your walls impossibly stretched around him, and your clit bumping against his wet hairs on the base of his cock, the coarse sensation feeling delightful against you.

his voice falters, his grip on your waist hardening as the hand that was previously on your clit is now pinching your nipple “tell me all, how it feels, love?” you’d love to answer him but your brain cannot form coherent sentences anymore. the fireball inside you, already simmering and strung out from two previous orgasms and all the build up this night has taken, is spreading all over your body again, another high approaching, goosebumps rising all over your back as you stop your grinding and slowly rise from his shaft, just to drop softly back again on him and feel your insides shaken all over. this cock can’t be real. “i…i… Noelly, it’s so… feel it in…” you choke and cannot go on, screaming loudly as you keep a slow pace above him and his thick length hits all the right places, your cunt refusing to relieve the grip it has on it.

you feel his hand travel from your tit down to your lower tummy, and he actually presses down on the bulge that you can now see clearly where is cock is hitting you up on the inside. it’s all too much for you. you feel more wetness further slipping over his cock in a new gush as you start cumming around him, the combined pressure, your movements, and his lazy thrusts from below sending you completely over the edge. your spine arches back, both your hands going to grip your tits as you lose yourself in a harsh cry as you fall on top of him, unable to continue as your body has entirely given over, trembling from head to toe, the heat spreading up to your chest and flushing you all over. 

Noel takes over, cock never leaving you, thrusts gaining speed as you drool over his neck and he pulls your hair to the side, licking your face as filth drops from his lips: “god, you filthy whore… creamin again all over just from seeing it in your tummy… love my big cock inside you.” you’re sobbing on top of him, your orgasm endless, unable to move, drunk off him and begging lewdly as you feel his cock so deep it’s almost in your throat “please, Noel… please, please, fill me… cum inside”. Noel moans loudly at that, pushing impossibly harder, feet now firmly placed onto the mattress, bouncing you like a ragdoll on top of him “yeah, love? want me to cum in this slutty cunt?” “please, need it all, need it inside…” your whines are high and you sound incoherent as he thrusts two, three times, until you feel a warmth inside as he groans in your ear, letting himself go and emptying himself inside you. 

he slowly comes to a halt, legs slowly dragging back down into the mattress, the hand gripping your hair loosening, turning you to the side so he can breathe into your mouth, completely drained and unable to kiss you. his other hand now rubbing small circles over your sweaty back. you both stay silent for a couple of minutes, trying to regain your breath after everything that just happened. then, Noel shifts slowly, maneuvering you so that you’re now next to each other, face to face, him still inside you. he’s back to being a soft lad as he traces your lip sweetly “you alright, love?” you’re still completely out of your mind, nose resting against his as you blush profusely and mutter a shy “yeah, great.” he kisses you briefly, “‘m gonna take it out, ‘kay?” and you nod bashfully. he’s so slow and gentle, but you still feel a deep ache as his softening cock leaves your ruined cunt, mixed juices dripping from you and further soaking the dirtied sheets below you. 

you move to go get cleaned up, but as you try to shift to the edge of the bed, you notice there’s no way you’re going to be able to stand. Noel’s now coming back from the kitchen, bringing a glass of water for you, as he sees you lying back into the messy bed. “don’t… i cannot really walk right now. would you mind…?” you utter tiredly. he’s snickering as he approaches you, all giggly and smug as he caresses your legs and tucks them under the covers, placing the glass on your hand and swiftly kissing you “don’t move, sweetheart. ‘ll clean you up in a jiffy”. you laugh softly and embarrassed as he takes a towel and starts fussing all over you. “sorry, love… it has to be a bit messy fer it to work.” you pat him on the head “don’t get all cocky, now, don’t fish for compliments.” “don’t need them, already told me all,” he winks at you as he tosses the cloth on the floor and climbs back into bed with you. “promise you’ll be able to walk tomorrow” he mutters as he fluffs his pillow and spoons you from behind. “i better” you mumble softly. well, you did a bit more than letting your hair down tonight, and with Noel fucking Gallagher of all people. you're so happy he never went to jail, after all.

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good evening this just killed me

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Someone give me ideas for another cnc/dub on fic the one I’m working on is frustrating the fuck out of me 😔

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Noel and Goldie together at Wembley, 30th May 1999.

+ additional context (are you man city enough?) :

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He actually made it back in time! (if you want to believe a paper called MegaStar) Funnily, a few days ago I came across this pasted in the old news group:

Noel off in anger

OASIS star Noel Gallagher stormed out of Wembley yesterday - and missed his beloved Manchester City's amazing fightback.

City nut Noel had gone to cheer on his team as they battled for promotion to the First Division against unfancied Gillingham.

But with City two down and the game going into injury time, Noel walked out of the stadium in disgust telling fans: "We've had it."

As he roared off in a car with actor Keith Allen and Jungle star Goldie, he turned on the radio - and heard he had missed a City comeback to rival Man United's in the European Cup. Stunned Noel ordered the driver to turn around and dash back to the stadium.

He just managed to get back to his seat for the dramatic penalty shoot-out, which City won three-one. Noel, once rumoured to have been keen on buying City, sat anxiously with his head in his hands during the crucial kicks.

But his brother Liam had showed more faith in City's ability.

He was on the opposite side of the ground, leaping up and down like crazy throughout the game. As the brothers celebrated with other fans, their hit song Roll With It was played over Wembley's speakers.

When the final whistle went, Noel turned round to the supporters beside him and shouted: "Thank God for that. I didn't think they'd let me back in. I'd never have forgiven myself if I'd missed it."

Noel was luckier than George Best, who missed United's injury-time win against Bayern Munich after leaving the Nou Camp in Barcelona while the Germans led 1-0 with only seconds left, Lifelong City fan Noel appeared at a hospitality suite before the game with Goldie and Keith, who made last year's World Cup song Vindaloo.

Noel, who was 32 on Saturday, was on his best behaviour, sipping mineral water and staying clear of the booze before the kick-off.

He sat at the tunnel end, surrounded by tens of thousands of City fans, not far from Coronation Street star Kevin Kennedy, who plays Curly Watts.

The songwriter was clearly nervous as he watched his side struggle to hit top form against a lively Gillingham team.

With City's huge support shocked by the Gills' second goal, Noel accepted defeat and hurriedly left to avoid the crowds.

He said to one fan nearby: "We have had it. We aren't going to win this one."

Actor Keith said: "We had actually got in the car when we heard an almighty cheer. We turned the radio on and found we'd made it 2-1. It seemed only seconds passed before there was an equaliser.

"Noel was in a panic, he thought we'd never get back in."

As he regained his seat fans nearby chanted: "Welcome back, Noel."

After the penalty contest was won thanks to the heroics of City keeper Nicky Weaver, Noel punched the air and said: "I never thought we were capable of doing a United. I thought we had blown it. I'm just so glad I got back in to see this. We'll take the First Division by storm."

Noel, who once staged a sell-out concert at the club's Maine Road ground, was linked with a bid for the troubled club.

But he said: "I don't want those scally City fans round at my house, putting my windows in when City are in the Third Division and blaming it all on me. I'll just stay in the executive boxes and watch."

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Summary: When your dirty laundry is aired in public, your boyfriend has to make it up to you by making true the words that spilled out of his too-big mouth in front of a tabloid journalist.

Notes: This was requested by @ngmyfav and is based on this recently circulating tabloid snippet.

Warnings: Smut!!! Penetrative sex, use of sex toys, etc.

Word count: 3.7k

You’re doing the weekly shopping when the tabloid lands on Britain’s newsstands. This is an occurrence that has become more and more common: walking up to the cashier’s stand with a trolley full of milk, laundry powder, and other average household goods just to see your boyfriend’s face staring back at you on a newsprint. 

The first time you noticed his furrowed brow on the magazine rack, it had startled you- no one expects to glance over at the magazines and see their lover staring back at them, especially with a caption about his latest rift with the Spice Girls. Over the course of a year, however, it had become something not entirely normal but something you’d adjusted to. 

It was fine, for the most part. The headline was always something about Noel’s mercurial relationship with Liam, his lavish spending, speculation about his net worth, or an expose of his latest industry feud. On this hot August afternoon, the tone was decidedly different. Instead of a solo photo of Noel snapped as he entered the studio, or a recycled image of him onstage, the cover shot was a badly framed paparazzi snap of both of you, exiting his Rolls Royce after a night out. Even worse was the text splashed across the top of the page: Noel’s Saucy Sex Secrets!

Even though the store was no different than it had been ten seconds ago- full of people who had just gotten off work and were picking up ingredients for their tea- you were certain that every shopper, every employee, and even the creepy image of the Quaker Oats man were staring at you. Your face was your face- it looked the same in daily life as it did on the freshly printed paper. 

Self-conscious in a way you hadn’t felt since year eight, you tossed your items on the scanner belt and, turning the paper over to the back side, added it to the pile of purchases. You practically tossed money at the poor clerk, not even caring if you got any change. Let her keep it- your escape was worth the £60 tip. 

Only once you had hurried home, slipped in through the back entrance (once the domain of serving maids back when the house was built, but now extremely useful for avoiding the crowds that pressed against the front gate at all hours), and drawn the curtains in the lounge, you sat down to read this piece of so-called “journalism”. 

TOP rock god Noel Gallagher slurps on a can of beer in his dressing-room as he openly boasts about the kinks of his private life. 

The 28-year-old Oasis idol- second only to singer brother Liam on the groupies’ hit-list- has chosen this moment to reveal his most intimate sex secrets. He has a sizzling and wildly adventurous love life with his stunning longtime girlfriend. 

But he also reveals that his biggest turn-on of all is playing in bed with X-rated sex toys!

The multi-millionaire star, filming a shock TV documentary to be screened in the autumn, says, “I get a kick out of sex toys. I can get off on them. I can be very rude with what I do with them.”

In the fly-on-the-wall film, Noel reveals exactly what he does with the toys. 

He also opens up about the most intimate details of his bedroom activities with his live-in lover, who’s tipped to marry him. Noel once stunned photographers when he simulated sex with her on the bonnet of his Rolls Royce. 

Now he also reveals his fetish for sex anytime anywhere as the couple travel the globe. His girlfriend, who purportedly values her privacy and whose name is yet unknown to the public, dresses to impress her man and drives Noel wild in skimpy outfits that show off her toned tummy and ample cleavage. 

Blue

But it’s her hair that really turns Noel on- he spends hours stroking her locks when they are together in private. 

Noel turns the movie blue by talking about their sex lives when on tour with the band, even detailing his sexual fantasies. 

Many of his saucy comments will most likely be edited out of the documentary before it is screened. But Noel, set for his biggest test of faithfulness to his lovely lady at the Knebworth bash when the groupies will be out in force, stunned his interviewer by revealing:

HOW much a healthy sex life matters to him.

HOW much he wants to be with his lover and how he sees himself spending his life with her.

WHAT he really thinks of the sex-mad groupies who throw themselves at him.

Noel admits: “I am lucky to have her, we get on great in every way. Sometimes I wonder if I really know what true love is, in an emotional sense. But if I can put it this way, in about 30 years time I would put the smart money on that I’ll still be with her.”

Noel also says that the groupies out to lure him needn’t bother because “my missus is everything I need in a woman, and as a friend.”

Camera crews out to capture the most sensational rockumentary on the biggest outfit of the Nineties have been allowed to follow the group around on all their most recent tour dates, including the four summer gigs at Loch Lomond and Knebworth. 

Party

One film insider says: “We were amazed at how frank and open Oasis proved to be. They are a group at the height of their success yet they were more than willing to answer all the questions put to them. I personally had an amazingly frank conversation with Noel, with the most bewildering comments about his very healthy sex life. He told me all about himself and his partner and plenty more besides. Once the film has been edited, it’ll make for one of the most revealing and gripping films in the history of rock and roll.”

Following last weekend’s sell-out shows at Loch Lomond, Oasis are now preparing for this weekend’s two concerts at Knebworth Park, Hertfordshire. If you haven’t got a ticket, then like millions of others you can tune in and listen to the concert on radio. But if you’re one of the lucky 250,000, I’ll see you down the front!

You read the article, then re-read it twice more, even as the bile rose in your throat. Certain phrases seemed to jump off the page- “all about his partner and plenty more besides,” “live-in lover who’s tipped to marry him,” “sexual fantasies,” “X-rated sex toys”... it was just too much to take in. Thousands- no, millions would see this, would read this, would know your face. So many catastrophic thoughts reeled around your mind that the sound of the back door opening made you jump out of your blushing skin. 

“Hiya love!” Noel’s Manc accent called out, searching for you as he set down his jacket and guitar. It was the same voice you’d heard this morning, and the day before that, the same voice that had rung in your ears for years now. It was the voice that made you laugh, that soothed you when you were anxious, and that whispered utter filth in bed during your most private moments. At least, moments you had assumed were private. 

His shaggy head of hair pops around the doorway, spotting you as you sit motionless on the outrageous leopard-print sofa, staring blankly at the wall. He knows you well enough to immediately sense that something is off, that the entire mood of the house has shifted into something bleak. The tightly drawn curtains are another sign; if they can be considered to be the eyes of a house, the gaze had been turned unmistakably inward. 

“What’s up, love?” His tone dips into something more concerned, softer, nudging at whatever is bruising you in the gentlest way he can, like an old-fashioned surgeon poking at a broken leg to diagnose it. As he sits down beside you, you instinctively shift away from his warmth, your body screaming at you to protect yourself from him and his big fucking mouth. You toss the creased paper at him, an action that speaks far, far louder than any words ever could. 

It’s a bit difficult for him to read in the dim light, but if he squints enough, he can clearly make out the schtick. Fuck you, Linda Duff, he thinks, carefully noting the byline and filing the name away in his mental Rolodex-of-people-to-get-revenge-on. You absolute fucking cunt. 

It’s a terrible piece to read, knowing that you had to see it and that your face is on it. You had made it very clear from the beginning of Oasis’ meteoric rise that Noel could have the fame and attention- you hadn’t signed up for this when you’d met at a sticky pub in Levenshulme during his “on-the-dole years”. You’d signed up for Noel, who was a broke but loving boyfriend, one who might not be able to contribute to the rent but who could make up for it with a love song- even if he always vehemently denied that was what they were. The new financial stability and the joy of watching him become familiar and beloved to millions were perks, but not requirements on your part. 

He felt guilty to the very marrow of his bones and rubbed a calloused hand down his face in disbelief. Your photo was even on it. You looked fit as fuck, but still, he knew that you did not want any part in his celebrity. 

Next to him, your shoulders had started to shake as tears began welling over your lashes. Your mom would see this, your sister, your co-workers, your old school teachers, your hairdresser, and maybe worst of all, your dad. Your old friends from secondary school, from uni, and even those from the council estate would now know more than anyone should ever know. Everything you’d ever done with Noel- and yes, it was a lot- was out in the open. Even worse than that (as if anything could be!) was the broken trust that scattered like dust around the shag carpet of the dark room. The motion brings him back to the present, and with the same reflexivity of an automaton, he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his side. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Hey, it’s gonna be alright. Breathe with me.”

“Fuck off.” Your words are broken, watery, coughed up, and spit out amid sobs. 

He squeezes you a little tighter, thumb rubbing circles on your hip in an attempt to ground you. A tender kiss presses against the top of your head, his jagged nose breathing in your coconut shampoo. “‘S okay. Get it out. I’ve got ya.”

It’s physically painful to watch you fall apart completely in his arms, to see you get to a point where the tension and fight to pull away from him bleed out of your exhausted body, leaving you limp and breathless against him. The primal sound of your tears even starts to form a lump in his throat, one that he swallows down like a sword swallower, like he always does. 

By the time your tears fade away, your body having nothing left to give, darkness has fallen outside, and it’s equally dark in the shut-up lounge. In ordinary circumstances, Noel would have risen to turn on a lamp long ago, but he doesn’t want to disturb you, who is now crumpled against his chest, your head tucked beneath his pointy chin. Instead, you both sit in the quiet dark, both wondering how on earth you’ll manage to get over the worst bump in the path to rock stardom your relationship has ever faced. 

Noel breaks the silence first, but his voice is quiet and private, fitting smoothly into the stillness. “‘M sorry.”

He doesn’t say that often- to you, or to anyone else. It’s hard for him to ever be vulnerable, and admitting wrongdoing comes hand in hand with that personality trait. You know he has reasons for this-ones he’s never actually articulated, but that you have pieced together like a jigsaw puzzle from allusions and anecdotes. You’ve come to accept it, just like you’ve come to accept his other quirks. While you’re not quite ready to speak, you accept his apology wordlessly when your hand comes to rest on his chest, your form snuggling just a little closer into him. 

“Did you actually say that?” Your voice is small and almost a whisper because you aren’t sure you actually want to hear the answer. But you have to ask; it’s eating you up inside. 

Noel’s chest rises and falls with a sigh, his hand stroking your hair gently, just like the tabloid reported he loved to do. “Not all of it. Not most of it, even.” He gently scratches your scalp, a sensation he knows you love. “Y’know how those cunts are, you say one thing, and they turn it into a whole pile of shite.”

You sniffle into his now-dampened shirt. “It’s not just a pile of shite though, Noel. Everyone is gonna see it and read it. People I know. I know maybe you can just shrug it off ‘cause you're a man and all, but I have to go sit in an office tomorrow with my fucking co-workers whispering about how I’d rather use a dildo than fuck my boyfriend.”

Noel pulls your head back from his chest so that he can look at you. “Hey, nobody said anything about that! Listen, all I said- I was just fightin’ Liam who said sex toys are for lesbians.”

You almost let a chuckle slip out, despite yourself, because you can absolutely hear Liam saying that in front of a bouffant-wearing journalist, partly to get a reaction, and partly because he probably did think it was true. “I don’t like those sex toys, me,” you could hear him rant. “Dunno what anyone needs with ‘em, except for lesbians, you know what I mean?” And Noel was indeed fine with a vibrator- more than fine, in fact. He’d bought you several to use while he was away on tour, and when he was home, still liked to reach into your nightstand drawer and pull one out to edge you to the point of tears before fucking you senseless. 

There was no sound but the hum of distant traffic out the closed windows. Noel’s hand gradually stopped giving you little head scratches, the silence thickening between you. “Lemme remind you why we like it, yeah? Take your mind off things?” He brought a thumb to your cheek to sweep away the last traces of your tears. 

Your nod was all he needed to lead you upstairs to your shared bedroom. With gentle hands, Noel helped you out of your work clothes until you were down to your bra and knickers, gulping as he uncovered your body. “Fuckin’ hell, love. Fittest girl I’ve ever seen.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, unclasping your bra and letting it fall from your breasts, revealing them for his mouth to nuzzle at. He pinned you down with a steady hand, teasing your nipples and sucking at your flesh, switching from the right to the left and back again. He was lavishing you with attention, keeping one eye on your reaction while his other hand rummaged through his bedside drawer and found the nipple clamps he’d been working up to use on you. 

“Wanna try these?” His smirk was infuriating and simultaneously so hot, and he held them out, letting them jingle on the chain that ran between them. Now that he had pulled back from stimulating your nipples, you yearned for his contact again and nodded so eagerly that he laughed. 

With a small, precise movement, Noel clipped one clamp onto your sensitive flesh, then the other. It burned, the squeezing sensation on such tender skin. Noel’s pointer finger traced slow, steady circles around where each clamp was attached, and, bending his neck, took the chain into his mouth and tugged, an action that caused the clamps to pull on your nipples and you to cry out. It hurt, but you could also feel just how wet your knickers were becoming. It made you tug at his hair, yanking him closer, mouth pouting and begging wordlessly for a kiss. 

Your boyfriend indulges you- he always does, eventually- and locks his lips against yours in a kiss that’s both filthy and loving. He’s good at that, walking the line between the two and taking you along for the ride. He gently sucks and nips at your bottom lip, tongue soft and languid in your mouth, mirroring the same movements that he loves to use when he kneels down reverently between your legs. His hand- the one that isn’t cradling your head close to his- sneaks down to the wet spot on your panties, and he chuckles when he feels how obvious your arousal is. 

“All worked up just from havin’ your tits played with? ‘S almost like you need me or summat.”

“I do.” It comes out breathy and needier than you’d intended, but it was true. You needed Noel to finish what he started, cunt twitching with anticipation and slick smearing visibly on your inner thighs. You’re so wet it’s almost painful because you need to have him inside you, filling you. His denim-clad cock is hard and hot against your thigh, and the mental image of what you know the fabric is concealing is enough to make you whine. 

“Shh, don’t cry again, baby. Gonna give you what you want.” 

Noel shifts to sit up against the headboard, bringing you with him, arranging you in his lap. He tugs your panties to one side, revealing your soaked slit. With one single finger, he swipes between your legs, collecting wetness and bringing it to his mouth with the same hunger and delight that a starving man would show when faced with a banquet.  

Noel lets your small hands clumsily unbuckle his belt, and wastes no time when it comes to shucking his jeans down his own thighs and pulling himself out of his boxers. He’s fully hard, standing tall and waiting for you with precum coating the angry pink tip. It’s the same color your nipples are- the rosy glow that comes from unsatisfied desire. 

You roll your hips, settling slowly down on his cock. Even after all these years, you still need to pace yourself when taking him, especially when you’re on top, and it feels even deeper. After all this time, the two of you have gotten your technique down, and it’s been forever since he had to talk you down from being anxious about accommodating him inside of you. You both know he’s actually a perfect fit once he’s inside. 

Without even moving, you shudder when he’s fully seated inside, walls weeping and pulsing around him. His hands settle on your hips, helping you find a slow and delicious rhythm. He’s dragging against your sweet spot with every bounce, bumping against the spongy place that feels almost as good as your clit does. He’s not touching that, and when you bring a hand down to rub yourself, he pulls it away with a grin. 

“Don’t do that, love. I’m gonna help ya.”

He’s found a small bullet vibrator amongst the other toys and switches it on with his thumb before pressing the purple silicone to your desperate, neglected clit. The deep, rumbling vibrations are keeping time with your own lazy riding, and the two working in tandem have you moaning loudly. Noel himself is breathing harshly, occasionally grunting “fuck,” or “Christ, love, you’re squeezin’ me,” into your ear. Even though he loves the sweet sounds that are slipping through your lips, his spur-of-the-moment thought takes over. He tugs at the chain between the nipple clamps and brings it to your mouth, making you hold it in your teeth. The pressure this puts on your breasts is almost too much, and your hips are beginning to lose their rhythm, overwhelmed by the vibrator and the clamps and Noel himself. It only takes a few more circles of the toy to push you over the edge, the chain falling from your mouth as you cry out. Your orgasm washes over you in waves, cunt squeezing Noel harder than ever before, clit swollen and wet and too sensitive for the sensation Noel keeps pressed to it. Before he cums, you’re squirting on his cock. Not a showy stream like in a porno, but a small burst of fluid that wets his pubic hair as he fills you with his warmth. 

Your vision goes a bit black- you don’t think you passed out, but your mind definitely logged off for a minute. Noel’s pulled out and has lain down with you, your head resting against his sweaty chest. With a soft touch, he removes your clamps, shushing you when you whine from this last moment of pain. “Y’did so good for me, baby. You took me so well.”

Exhaustion settles under your skin, and the smell of sex hangs thick in the room. Slowly, you both regain a steady heart rate, and your breathing relaxes, and you play idly with the chain around Noel’s neck and the little silver cross that hangs from it. 

“What did you actually say, then?” you ask quietly, not wanting to break the spell he’d put you both under, but too curious to let it go. 

Noel shrugged. “Dunno. Can’t really remember it, if I’m honest. I think I was off me head when she dropped by.” He lights a cigarette from the pack he keeps tucked under the mattress, exhaling a long, slow drag of smoke towards the ceiling. “Wanna share?”

He’s holding out the cig to you, waiting to see your smudged lipstick stain the filter. As you accept his offering, your hand starts to shake again, because even though he’s completely unbothered in this moment, you feel like a bucket of cold water was just thrown over you. If he really was off his head in front of that journalist, you could only imagine what on earth he had shared. The thought was enough to keep you awake, tossing and turning long after Noel had slipped into unworried dreams.  

[noelhope]

I love peggie’s unapologetic complete lack of faith in her sons’ success. you would think as a mom you would at least pretend but every time someone asks her if she thought their band would make it big she says “never. not in a million years. not for even a second. I thought they’d be on the dole forever or in jail or dead.” queen.

[bjjork]

“Shut up, man.”

“I told you I was gonna say that!”

[ddirtyshirtt]

"i told you i was gonna say that!:((((" I LOVE HIM

[hisjimct]

"yeah that's why I hate ya 🫱" Q awards, 1996

[veruschkaaaa]

End of year superlatives at work…naturally I was “biggest Oasis fan” 😂😂😂