Did you see how bashfully Noel smiled at his little brother? They’d just walked on stage and he was already like that. I totally lost it and still haven’t recovered. How is this even real?
If period sex isn’t your thing, please ignore me. Lyla was having cramps and trouble getting off properly, so of course she asked Noelle to solve the problem. Noelle pretended to be disgusted at first, but Lyla begged so prettily and pitifully, just the way Noelle liked, telling her she was the only one who could take care of her.
Then Noelle went down on her messily, not stopping even when Lyla started to cry from overstimulation. When Noelle finally came to her senses, Lyla was lying on the bed, looking at her in awe with tears in her eyes. As usual, Noelle tried to run from it, but Lyla’s octopus hug and puppy licks and kisses didn’t let her. Noelle sighed in resignation and simply let Lyla do her thing.
ooo!!! I've never thought much about period sex but I like the potential behind it. If I recall correctly, there is a fic out there of noel/girlliam where he eats her out on her period that follows a similar attitude. (Found it here!). So in the lieu of tackling the topic but in a different enough way that I feel I'm not going over something someone else has written better bout- Lemme ramble ahead
For Lyla to start begging about that sort of thing- there must have been something established to have the idea linger strongly enough in her mind to bug Noelle bout it right? And I am a sucker for Noelle starting Lyla off on all this behaviour that she comes to later regret doing.
I'm imagining Roadie Noelle coming home one day for for a short visit. Things are going well with the Inspiral Carpets, real well actually especially with things concerning Clio (F!Clint cause I'm all for Noelle's roadie time being a massive lezz out session). Noelle's expecting her teen sister to be all over her as she usually is but unfortunately time of the month struck and Lyla's preoccupied trying to fight off the pain. Tossing around in bed, making a huge fuss, moaning and groaning... it annoys Noelle enough who wanted a bit of peace and quiet but at the same time seeing her darling baby sister in such a struggle ignites something within a little...
Going over to her, wrapping an arm around as she starts to palm her thigh, talking about a trick she learnt on her time touring that really helps dealing with the pain. It's just that Lyla cannot share this with ANYONE else so it'll be their sister secret.
Laying her flat, she commands Lyla to stay still lest she pisses her off but that's like asking a dog to not bark- the girls wriggling around, murmuring and complaining but her tone starts to take a turn into confusion as Noelle begins to slide her hands up her skirt, tucking each thumb underneath her panties and pulling them down. Whats she trying to do here? Lyla begins to protest, groaning how their mums going to kill her if she stains the sheets but Noelle doesn't seem concerned
Much to Lyla's initial surprise, Noelle begins going down on her- barely any regard for the blood, in fact almost seeming to relish in it. She's gradual but methodical, not looking up in response to gasps of pleasure but only when Lyla is squirming in over stimulation and asking her to stop which ofc she doesn't. Noelle can't help but love that confused disgusted look on her- being another first for her sister, stamping herself forever in her memory so every follow experience will always be tainted by thoughts of her.
Afterwards, Noelle licks her clean and goes about as if nothing was out of the ordinary, only asking that Lyla promise to keep this an absolute secret. Noelle in all her hypocritical regret, acts as if nothing occurred but unfortunately it awakened something in Lyla that Noelle's gonna have to deal with for the next few decades.
After a bit of banter, Liam signed autographs on McDonald’s brown paper bags – the only thing available. Then he asked where he could get a drink. It was 10 a.m., pubs were closed, but Karen knew a place: her aunt’s pub, Busy Bodies, on Upper Dominic Street.
Walking through Dominic Street, Liam joked: “Should I trust you girls? All in your Nike runners, leading me through the flats… am I gonna get mugged?”
At the pub, among locals who didn’t even know who he was, Liam bought drinks for everyone. For the girls, all underage, he ordered his Irish childhood favourite: red lemonade and Tayto crisps.
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Before leaving, he christened them “The McDonald’s Girls” and promised to play them a song. Weeks later, at a Cork gig, he spotted them in the crowd, shouted out “The McDonald’s Girls,” and launched into Live Forever.
The McDonald's Girls - a New Year's Day with Liam in Dublin
After watching the talksport interview, I’m imagining things. Noel says he’s texting Liam, but the little brother is actually sitting on his lap, giggling and whispering in his ear. All the while, Noel keeps gently shushing him so they won’t get caught. I’ll shut up now.
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