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When I’m up against the wall Paul, you’ll find I’m at my best
McLennon
Setting: get back sessions/recording of the Let it be album
Paul McCartney x John Lennon
Word count: 1276
Warnings: smut!, slight swearing, mclennon smut
It’s been a tense couple of days. The group is having a hard time coping with all their feuds. John and Paul are constantly bickering at each other while George and Ringo are left unseen.
Paul seems to be the one attempting to take charge so that they can make their album.
John is pretty frustrated, considering he and Paul haven’t been even remotely close enough lately. Of course with Yoko around all the time it’s not easy getting some time for just the two of them.
Although, Yoko isn’t the only reason they haven’t been engaging in anything special, but Paul sure thinks so.
He’s been growing out his beard recently, and he knows how good he looks. Wearing black turtlenecks and suits to match his "grown up" look. He looks amazing and not only does he know it, he knows that John knows it too.
Paul has caught John eyeing him a few times when he thought he wasn’t looking.
One day John and Paul are just playfully talking about what to do with the album and such. They often have talks like this but this time there is something unspoken between them.
Then suddenly John says “When I’m up against the wall Paul, you’ll find I’m at my best.”
The words hung in the air.
Paul is surprised at Johns remark but he scoffs it off considering they’re not only in front of a lot of people, they are also on camera. But he wanted to push John against the wall right there and then.
John can tell he hit a spark for Paul by saying something so risky yet so innocent for everyone else.
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Johns comment from earlier stayed with Paul throughout the day.
The idea of having John up against a wall really spoke to him. He felt his pants tighten around his crotch as his bulge grew bigger. He wasn’t visibly turned on but his mind was racing with unholy thoughts.
He was constantly looking over at John when they were playing, attempting to assure himself that John was on the same page he was.
It had been such a long time for them both.
John felt Paul’s eyes on him as he was strumming the guitar. He thought that maybe, Paul wanted him as much as he wanted Paul. He knew he couldn’t resist that sexy beard of his.
Imagining them kissing and Paul’s beard itches against Johns cheeks. Oh how bad John wanted to jump up from his chair and take Paul in his arms and kiss him passionately.
All throughout the rest of the day the pair of them were making eye contact every few seconds. The tension grew larger between them. It used to be an aggravated tension but it was soon turning very seksual.
Paul sat playing the piano while John was packing up his guitar.
George and Ringo and the rest of the crew had left only a few minutes earlier. Yoko was the only one still there.
“That damn Yoko” Paul thought to himself. Maybe he had read too much into the situation. Maybe John was just slow at gathering his things and maybe he was just going to leave with Yoko.
But before Paul could spiral further down that path he heard John tell Yoko to leave because he wanted to go over a few lyrics and ideas with Paul.
Yoko left soon after and then there they were. John and Paul, finally alone.
Paul got up from the piano and began walking towards John, whose back was turned to him. John heard Paul’s footsteps getting closer, and the knot in his stomach tightening with suspense.
Then, John felt Paul’s hands lightly tough his back. Stroking carefully as John turned to face him.
“Care to tell me what that comment you made earlier meant, love?” Paul asked with a smirk across his face. And before John could muster up a response Paul pushed him harshly against the wall behind him. “Because I think you wanted something like this didn’t you eh?”
Paul’s hand travelling up to Johns chin while the other held him in place.
John let out a slight groan as Paul pushed his lips against his. Ramming Johns body even harder into the wall.
The bulge in Paul’s pants pressed into Johns as their kiss grew more passionate. Moans escaping them both as their clothed cocks rubbed against each other.
As foreseen by John, Paul’s beard felt incredibly good to tough and feel.
Their lips parted for a few seconds, giving them time to look into each other eyes and admire the closeness they had.
It didn’t take long before Paul started pulling off Johns shirt. The chilly room making his nipples hard. Paul then went on to remove his own shit and trousers, leaving him in his boxers.
John started unbuckling his belt as Paul watches eagerly. They were both hard as fuck and it showed.
Paul slid a hand to the brim of Johns boxers and pulled them down in a swift motion. Removing his own soon after.
“Let’s see how good you really are against this wall then love, turn around for me yeh”
John turned his back to Paul again, exposing his ass to him. Paul leaned forward and his hand went around Johns neck and into his mouth.
“Suck” Paul exclaimed. “Don’t want yer asshole hurtin too bad now do we?”
And so he did, he sucked Pauls fingers until they were plenty wet with John’s spit.
Paul drew back his hand but stopping right at John lower back. He bent John even further towards a 90 degree angle, but not fully.
Without warning Paul pushed a finger inside him. John let out a loud moan at the sharp pain. Although it quickly turned into pleasure as Paul’s finger moved more rapidly.
He suddenly added another finger and started stretching John out.
John let out moan after moan, the feeling he had been yearning for so long was finally coming to him. He felt Paul getting impatient to fuck him.
“Please Paul, Please fuck me!” John was practically shouting. And before John could muster out anything else Paul slammed into him. His hard cock thrusting deep inside of him.
John’s face was being pushed harshly into the wall and it caused him to shout even louder, but he loved every second of it. They both did.
One of Paul’s hands went to John’s hair tugging roughly, the other went to John dick as he starter jerking him off.
John’s senses were flying and the overstimulation was almost too much to bear.
Paul’s picked up his pace slamming even faster and harder into John now that he had adjusted properly. All the while still jerking off John.
They were letting out loud moans as they both felt their orgasms approaching.
Paul pulled John’s hair ruthlessly as he started coming undone. His cum shooting into John. That was the final straw for John as he came in Paul’s grip.
They were now moaning messes, attempting to gather themselves. John turned to Paul and their lips intertwined once again.
“Yer so fucking good at that Paulie”
“Well you weren’t half bad either John, I reckon we could do this again” Paul smirked.
Paul started getting dress when John grabbed him and pushed him to the wall.
“Next time we’ll se how good you do” John let the words hang as he left the studio, leaving Paul very horny yet again.
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Hope this was enjoyable, I wrote this when I was half asleep😅
Lemme know if y’all want a part two where Paul is the one getting it from John!
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danciinwith-myself · 11 months
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/45835951/chapters/118308574
new chapter of my fic heavy is the cost guys, plsss check it out <33 hope u guys enjoy, pls rb if you read it !!
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chocolate-fishy · 2 years
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'Cause I'm writing one, in the style of Agatha Christie's Cards On The Table.
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beatleswings · 5 months
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Promo for ERAS: THE BEATLES on BBC SOUNDS. (x)
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adriansfrombrooklyn · 9 months
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come into my heart tell me darlin' we will never part I need you darlin' so come go with me
[July 6th, 1957]
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got-ticket-to-ride · 2 months
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Mclennon x Saltburn
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ssl0t · 11 months
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If you don’t let me suck your dick I’m gonna kms
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johnlennonswifey · 8 months
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Since I haven’t been posting, I’ve decided I’ll make a little list of some of my favorite fics!!
🎸= All time fav
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THE BEATLES-
John Lennon
70s!John x Reader 🎸
Mustache John x Reader
Paul McCartney
Paul x Reader (love letter) 🎸
Paul x Reader (Part 2 of 2)
George Harrison
Jealous!George x Reader 🎸(literally my fav fic ever)
Comfort!George x Reader
George x Reader (somewhat Friends to lovers?)
Ringo Starr
Teddy Boy!Ringo x Reader
Ringo x Assistant!Reader
Ringo x Reader (fluffy)
Ringo x Reader (Married, dinner with parents)🎸
QUEEN-
Roger Taylor
Roger x Reader (childhood friends to lovers)🎸
Roger x Reader (fluff)
Roger x Reader (fluff and more,(Roger gets hurt)) 🎸
John Deacon
John x Reader (John is readers handyman, I love this fic with all my heart pls read it)🎸
John x Reader (Series, 6/10 parts are out, I definitely recommend reading)🎸
Brian May
Brian x Reader (fluff)
Brian x Reader (Queen becomes a Hit)🎸
Brian x Reader (fluff)
Blurbs-
Beatles Blurb
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japage3moondog · 7 months
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Headcanons on how the beatles would take care of their partner when they're sick?:)
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sure! i was actually sick for like two weeks before this so pretty good timing anon :)
john lennon
john is the one who got you sick. he doesn't like staying home or resting, he only really wants to go out and do things when he shouldn't. he's very reluctant to admit that it's his fault.
he doesn't keep any medication, so he makes you home remedies to hold you off until he can go down to the pharmacy and buy you some proper medicine. his chicken noodle soup is terrible but this man knows how to make a cup of hot tea.
paul macca
as soon as he finds out your sick, he will forbid you from leaving your bed. he doesn't care what he needs to cancel, he'll take care of you until you're 100% better and then some. he already keeps basic cold and flu meds so he's very prepared for this.
every single day he'll cook you breakfast and bring it to you in bed. the only time he lets you up is when he has to wash the sheets and even then he carries you to the couch. as someone who's been worked to the bone, rest is something he values a lot and he wants to make sure you rest when you need to.
george harrison
george really doesn't want to get sick but he can't help but hold you. if you tell him to leave you alone so he doesn't catch what you have, he'll tell you some adorable corny shit like love is the greatest cure. he is not as happy when he gets sick.
he definitely leans more into the natural rememdies but he still takes you to the doctor to make sure it's just a cold. he cuts you little orange slices and makes you lemon and ginger tea with honey. he makes you a home remedy that his mother taught him.
ringo starr
i feel like ringo also got you sick and while he tries to take care of you he gets sick again, so you're both terribly ill but love each other too much to spend the time apart to get better.
not being able to sing without wrecking his voice makes him sad because that's his favourite way to comfort you. so he puts on a record you both know the words to and lip syncs it to you, if you're not both completely exhausted he'll dance you around the living room to cheer you up.
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hyasynth1 · 9 days
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can't believe i was cropped out :(
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rhapsodylink · 7 months
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Hope you enjoy this reader :) My dm's are open for requests or suggestions!
Rhapsody ♪
Word count- 3.6k
Warnings- Some smoking a little light smut (let me know if I've missed any!)
Characters- George Harrison x Reader, George Harrison x Y/N Reader
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You thought being a costume assistant was going to be a glamorous lifestyle, making fabulous creations for film, attending film premieres, but yet here you were sweating buckets carrying way too many outfits down the corridors of Twickenham Studios. 
You turned a corner half jogging so you could quickly dump the heavy load in the costume department, until you collided with someone. You heard their breath whoosh from them and the costumes you were carrying fell in a feathery disarray. 
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” You cried, dropping to your knees trying to gather them up.
“It’s alright. Here, let me help you.” The scouse accent made you pause. Looking up you saw George Harrsion from The Beatles bending down, picking up the outfits. 
“That's a lot of frocks for one gal!” He quipped with a tilted smile, his brown eyes locking with yours.
Heat rushed into your cheeks. “You’d be surprised, that’s not even half!” You somehow managed to reply. He chuckled. 
“Here, that’s all of them. Want a hand to where you’re going?” George asked, genuine interest on his face. 
“I should be alright, I’ve just got to dump them in here.” You gesticulated with your now free hand down the corridor. You felt such a mess, you’d always hoped you’d meet The Beatles here as you loved their music, and especially George, but not like this all flustered and by surprise.
“Don’t be daft, c’mon.” He answered falling in step with you. “What's your name?” 
“Oh, it’s y/n. And thank you. I really appreciate this.” Placing a hand over your heart.
“I’m George, we’re filming here for a while. I guess you're in the costume department?” 
“I’m not sure what gave that away.” You jested, getting a grin in reply. “It’s not normally so hectic but Julie, the head designer has two features on the go so it’s been pretty stressful.”
“Hence running down a corridor with too many dresses so you can’t see where you’re going?!” He chuckled. 
“Exactly, I need danger pay added to my wage.” George laughed again, the sound lighting you up as he fell in step with you. 
“Here, pop those down on that table.” You instructed as you entered the room. Luckily everyone was out for lunch. You plonked the dresses you were carrying next to where George had put his but not carefully enough and they began to topple, his hand catching yours as you both reached for them at the same time.
You bit your bottom lip to stop gasping out, George’s eyes following the movement, pink coloured his cheeks as butterflies flooded your insides.
“That was close! Thanks again George.” You managed to blurt out, as he re-piled the dresses.
“No worries y/n/ I best be off, I’m needed in studio 2, but hopefully I’ll see you around.” He said, placing a hand on your arm in farewell. 
“It was great to literally bump into you!” You replied, inwardly cringing as you waved him goodbye.  
Idiot! Why didn’t I ask him for a cuppa tea or something instead of that!? You berated yourself as you began sifting through the costumes. 
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The following day you made great headway securing loose sequins to any of the dancers' dresses that were needed later on, whilst your workmates were on set with Julie.
The sudden sound of feet pounding and growing louder made your heart jump. Ditching your work you looked down the corridor to see what on earth was happening. 
Squealing pierced your ears, a group of fans who’d clearly got wind The Beatles were filming here and had gotten past security, were chasing the band who were running at full sprint. Ringo and John tore past, followed not long after by Paul and behind him George. 
“In here!” You called, flagging him down as a fan managed to grab the vent on the back of his jacket. Fear turned to relief on his face as he saw you. He put on an extra spurt of speed and flung himself into the room. You quickly locked the door behind him, your back up against it not quite trusting how sturdy the lock was as fans hammered to get inside.
“Thank.. .you.. SO.. much!...” George panted, as he leaned against the huge wooden work bench opposite catching his breath. A massive grin widening now he was safe. 
You felt such an urge to smooth away the hair that was sticking to his sweat beaded forehead, to place a kiss there letting him know everything was ok. 
“Here,” you pulled a handkerchief from your blouse sleeve. “It’s clean. I promise.” You smiled motioning towards his forehead, and for a moment you thought he looked like he wanted you to act on what you’d just been thinking. Your breath caught, realising how close you’d stepped towards him. 
A huge bang on the door brought you to your senses. “We should get you out of here. I’m starting to doubt if that locks gonna hold.”
George looked at you perplexed not seeing another exit, handing back the handkerchief. You waved it back, hoping your face didn’t give you away as he tucked it into his inside pocket, giving it a pat. 
“Surely that’s the only way out?” He thumbed towards the door. You shook your head smugly. 
“Once I show you, you have to promise not to tell another soul.” You held out your little finger. 
He wrapped his around yours, that lopsided grin showing his pointy canines making your heart pound. 
“I promise. As long as it’s not anywhere near that lot!” He raised an eyebrow. 
“Follow me, this way.” You took his hand, effervescent that somehow you had George all to yourself.
Winding your way through the workbenches, costumes on racks and mannequins there was a little fire escape door at the back of the department with steps that led from the roof. As you pushed it open you squeezed Gerorge’s hand a little which he returned as you glanced back, amusement etched all over his face as you led him up the fire stairs. 
“This is brilliant!” He laughed, once you got to the top. You giggled, “Oh we’re not done yet, anyone can get up here, but if you shimmy over that ridge it drops down a bit on the other side, so no one knows you're there. I often come here for a smoke, or a quiet lunch. It’s got a great view, come look!” 
You hitched up your tight skirt so you could swing your legs over the ridge, catching an appreciative glance from George making your insides swim. He followed suit and dropped down next to you on the flat pitch roof. 
“Wow you were right!” He whistled as you pointed out famous landmarks stretched out in the distance, before you both settled down leaning back against the warm brick.
“I can see why you want to keep this a secret, it’s a sanctuary compared to the mayhem below.” 
“I’ve never told anyone else about it, so if I find anyone else up here, I’m coming for you!” Drawing a line across your neck in jest. 
George laughed, putting his hands up in mock surrender. He scooted closer, shrugging his jacket off and pulling out a packet of cigarettes and offered one to you. You smiled your thanks, placing it to your lips. 
“I owe you one y/n. You saved my skin down there,” he said cupping his hand around the fag lighting it for you. You held his gaze as the flame ignited the end of the cigarette. The lightheaded rush from that first toke mingled with the increasing heat you felt within at his closeness.
 “Anytime.” You  replied, tipping your head back and blowing the smoke out and upwards in a perfect smoke ring before taking another drag, noticing him hungrily scan down your elegant neck with his dark brown eyes following your movements. 
“I can't imagine how scary it must get.” You mused, as you watched him light his own cigarette.
“You have no idea…” He talked about the band's experiences, what life had become like and before long you were swapping stories about all the celebrities you’d both worked with, finding out what you had in common, music, films, holidays, everything. It felt so easy being in his company, both of you becoming more and more comfortable, flirting and leaning into each other, the pair of you losing all sense of time. 
The shadows lengthened and eventually the sun dipped out of view and you shivered, making George stop mid sentence. 
“Oh y/n, I’ve kept you too long!” He placed his jacket round your shoulders, his scent flowed from it, intoxicating and heady. 
“I don’t wanna get you in trouble for helping me out. As much as I could stay here all day with you, I guess we should head back.” His eyes doleful. 
“We can do this tomorrow if you like when you’ve a break in your schedule? You know where to find me.” You looked up hopeful, as he stood reaching a hand to pull you up. 
“I’d love that, it’s been amazing talking to someone that’s so straight up, no agenda.” He beamed as he held your hand, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. 
Tingles travelled up and down your body.
“Same! The amount of guys that think I don’t know they’re dating me just so they can meet famous people because of where I work,” you scoffed. George rolled his eyes agreeing with you, making you snigger. 
“I’ll go ahead first and check everything is clear of fans down there. If Julie’s back you can think of an excuse and save my bacon!” You squeezed his hand before letting go and jumping up backwards onto the ridge, definitely hiking your skirt up to show the top of your stockings and suspenders this time, earning a cheeky grin from George.
At the bottom of the stairs you slipped his jacket from your shoulders, holding it out for him to put his arm through, almost kicking into professional mode when dressing an actor or extra, but taking your time as you turned him round for his other arm, slowly stroking the jacket into place along his shoulders and down his arms, before finally tugging on his lapels palming them flat. His breath was audible, his mouth slightly parted under your caresses. 
George's eyes darkened, colour on his cheeks as your touch lingered on his chest, before deliberately dragging them down, slipping fingers ever so slightly under the jacket along his shirt eliciting a soft 'y/n' from him. 
Butterflies filled your insides again. You put a finger to his lips as you leaned an ear to the door in case you could hear anything within, shooting him a saucy wink. Your heart pounded at your boldness, but when would you ever get a chance like this? You swore there was longing there in his eyes at your touch. As gently as you could you eased the fire door open, letting loose a jagged sigh of relief. No one had made it back from set. 
“It’s all clear, let me check the corridor.” You took his hand again, noticing it felt warmer than before, hope spread within you as you led him through the workshop. As an extra measure of caution you made him wait behind some fur cloaks hanging near the corridor door for cover.
Peering out from the room everything seemed back to normal, sound wafted down from the sets, heels clicking further down from dancers on their way to makeup. 
“It’s safe for you to go, George.” You said, feeling deflated that your time with him was nearing an end.
You turned back to see him off but he was already behind you, his features shadowed with lust. George reached out, shutting the door and turning the lock, closing the gap between you both, pinning you between his forearms as they rested on the door either side of your head. Your gasp of delight instantly undid something in him, his body moulded against yours, you felt his pleasure strain at his trousers as your hands wound their way into his wavy hair and pulled him into a kiss.
You instinctively lifted your hips towards him, another groan of pleasure coming from him, only making you unravel further. The kiss deepened, his hands firm but gentle around the nape of your neck, his thumb caressing the soft skin under your ear, making you melt into him. Sighs escaped fromyou between kisses. 
You felt him smile at that. He moved his kisses along your jaw, biting your earlobe gently, before planting a deeper kiss on the sensitive spot on your neck. You tilted your head giving him better access. The place between your legs became slick with longing. 
You pulled him closer, returning the kisses on his neck being rewarded with that deep, soft moan of his. You couldn't help but dig your nails into his back, his hands now spanning your waist as he kissed you fiercely, the intensity increasing. Your hands lowered, squeezing his arse pressing him tighter to you, making him know what you wanted. 
George's kisses became more rough, demanding as he hitched up your skirt. You savoured the feel of his hands exploring the suspender belt curving round your backside. You raised your knee up alongside his thigh, your foot on the door for balance, hoping his calloused fingers would find their way inside you. The pressure growing there needing release. 
You pulled away from the kissing, catching your breath, looking into his now black eyes, making you want his touch below even more. He moved his hands back to your middle, spinning you round lifting you up onto the workbench. You wrapped your legs and arms around him, drawing him to you, his hot breath stirring against your neck as his hand made its way leisurely up the inside of your thigh, teasing you. 
“Yes George,” you managed to mutter as his hand inched closer towards your core, his brow furrowed with desire as he bit his bottom lip.  
But then you both heard noises coming along the corridor. Scouse accents talking loudly with a clipped woman's voice. "The boys!" "Julie!" you both exclaimed together. Quickly you jumped off the bench, straightening your skirt, tucking your blouse in as you both cursed and began giggling. George helped smoothed your hair into place and you his, sneaking a quick kiss. He growled mockingly. 
"Unlock the door and come sit next to my sewing like you're helping." You thought quickly, taking a deep breath to calm your heart rate. As soon as you were both in place Julie entered followed by the rest of the band.
"GEORGE!" She scolded, "everyone has been looking for you!" 
"We thought you must have been kidnapped by them fans earlier!" Ringo cried.
"I've been taking refuge here thanks to y/n, she managed to keep me hidden and I thought I'd stay until the coast was clear." George replied.
"He's been very helpful, everything here is nearly ready, Julie." You added, thanking past you for being ahead of schedule. 
Julie smiled, "well, I'm glad you're safe and sound George, it's been so disruptive today with that earlier incident. But now I have you all, we can begin fitting for your shoot later this week."
She hustled the lads to a smaller room within the department. You and George shared a secret smile as he left.
"Y/n, I could do with an extra pair of hands to speed the fitting up, everyone else won't be back until tonight now everything's been held up." Julie called back to you. "I've John and Paul's things here, I've left the other two by the steamer."
Picking up the labelled khaki suits and heading into the fitting room you couldn’t stop your insides turning somersaults. You were bound to give yourself away in front of them all being so close to George. You smiled to yourself though, not only had you just made out with your favourite Beatle and discovered how much you had in common, you finally got to meet them all at last!
Inside the fitting room thick heavy curtains acted as different privacy sections. Julie already had Paul in one as the others sat on a chesterfield, John reading a paper left there, Ringo resting his eyes and George looking dangerously at you, your earlier encounter still readable on his face. Fireworks exploded within you. How could you keep calm when George looked at you like that.
You hung the two suits behind the other changing curtain. Looking at yourself in the mirror there, loosing another breath you tried to steal yourself. Peering around you affected your work voice, hoping your face wasn't as red as it felt.
"Hello George, would you be so kind as to try yours first, give me a shout when you're ready and I'll take a look." He licked his lips as he passed you, his eyes raking over your body, making you feel deliciously exposed. 
John and Paul swapped over with Julie, the other lads made pleasant small talk whilst you waited for George to get undressed. This was when the job was amazing, getting to meet people you respected and discovering they were lovely, even though you found it hard to fully concentrate wishing you were the one removing George's clothes behind the curtain.
“Umm y/n, I think these will need fixing!” George stepped out. You couldn't help but smother a giggle. Neither could Paul. The trousers were too long and baggy.
"Well that's not right! Let me pin them to fit." You grabbed a pin cushion and tape measure heading behind the changing curtain. You stood with your back to the mirror so George faced it, making him remove the jacket so you could see where best to begin pinning the trousers. 
He made to kiss you but you smiled seductively, placing a finger to his lips again shaking your head. He sighed, turning your hand over placing a delicate kiss on your palm, sending a thrill through you. 
Holding his gaze you knelt down in front of him, popping a couple of pins in your mouth, his reaction was insanely satisfying. You had him utterly at your mercy as you pinned both sides of his pelvis, his eyes closing at the scene before him as he let out a shuddering breath. You smoothed the fabric down his hips, causing his cock to stir and stiffen, making you grin wickedly. You looked back up at him. 
“Which way are you dressing Mr Harrsion?” You asked sweetly, lips curving in sensual amusement, your core flickering with want as he stood helpless at your touch as you ran your hands down his thighs. He choked on his answer. 
You took a pin placing it where the bottom hem needed taking up. Next you removed the tape from around your neck and measured the inside of his leg, sliding your hand up slowly knowing he was watching your every move in the mirror, your knuckles nudging the underside of his balls, a soft groan escaped him.
“I best check the other side, can’t have the alteration lopsided can we?” You said softly, repeating the same motion, but this time handling his member through the trousers, just enough to see him squirm while looking up into his face. He reached out and stroked your hair as he bit his lip, knowing everyone was in ear shot, so he mouthed, “you TEASE” instead. 
You giggled quietly, as you slid your hands around his rear and down, pinning the cloth where you needed. Finally you stood, his eyes pools of darkness as he dragged a hand through his hair letting out a shaky breath, the movement making you weak at the knees.
You cupped his beautiful face, resting your hand there as you pulled him into a kiss, unable to stop the small noise escaping you, which had George deepening the kiss until you were breathless. His mouth then grazed the edge of your ear, his breath sending lightning straight to your now molten core at the feel, making your back arch as he purred softly, 
“I want you... you have to let me…” as his hands roved idly over your backside, taking in your curved hips before grazing over your breasts, making them ache and tighten at his touch. 
You wanted him too, but this was neither the time or place frustratingly. 
“Later,” you roughly managed to reply, placing the answer in a kiss on his temple, hoping the chat from the others had masked anything they might have heard. You couldn't help yourself but undo his top button, then the next, working your way down slowly, fingers exploring as they went, loving how much it was driving him crazy, unable to act on doing it back to you. His navel exposed, you swept your hands across his toned body, breathing in the warm scent of him, taking pleasure in the goosebumps springing up under your touch, before placing a kiss in the hollow of his collar bone. 
"You minx," he huffed huskily against your ear, holding you tight. Mischief glittered in his eyes.
“I’m finished with George, won’t be long now Ringo.” You said out loud, smiling playfully making George shake his head in amusement at the half truth of the words. 
“Later then?” He pleaded.
You stepped reluctantly away, brushing yourself down, checking yourself over in the mirror, taking a deep breath in before blowing George a kiss as you stepped out from the curtain. Both of you knowing you were certainly nowhere near finished with each other.
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sunbleachedfliezz · 2 months
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girl relapses on 8 hours long fanmade youtube beatles documentaries 83219 dead 9239401 injured
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danciinwith-myself · 6 months
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i finally fucking did it ugghjhjkhjk new chapter here we go pls give me validationnnn
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John and Paul relaxing on a flight to St. Louis in 1966.
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emlovslennon · 7 months
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Ok so I have a request along the lines of the beach post you made with John and him being insecure but like reader continues to make him flustered and all blushy 🥰 I’m a sucker for flustered John
SAME HERE!!! Literally am obsessed with this
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Era: 1965
Plot: basically the last post i made but with more spice bc yes.
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You and the boys decided to take a nice trip to Orlando and enjoy a relaxing day at the Beach. It was dreadfully hot and you were all basically melting even with swim suits on. You couldn’t help but look at John, tho. He wouldn’t stop messing with his stomach and trying to pull his trunks up as high as they can go, trying to cover his stomach as much as possible.
“Darling, what’s wrong?” You ask, after making sure no one else was around and taking a swim in the ocean water.
“Wha? Oh, nothing love, I’m fine.” He stuttered, clearly not fine.
“Johnny, there’s clearly something wrong. Come on, let’s go inside.” You said, reaching your hand out for him to grab, and you both entered the hotel room you both shared. Once inside, John immediately tried searching for a shirt to put on, but you stopped him.
“Love, please let go.” He said, as calm as he possibly could, but you didn’t budge.
“No, I’m not. You’re perfect, John. I see the way you tried to hide yourself every-time we take a trip like this, but you don’t need to. You’re still the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes one back in art school.” You said, trailing your hands down his body, John looked at you completely flustered, his face a crimson red and his body slowly relaxing to your touch.
“Birdie… I-“
“Sh, John, let me take care of you, please?” You said softly, John nodded frantically and you couldn’t help but giggle, you slowly laid him on the bed and got on top of him, your lips connected and you, wanting to push the limits a bit, slightly yanked at his hair, causing John to let out a surprised moan. You then moved to his neck, making sure to not leave bruises just for the sake of the others seeing, and Brian would kill him if he dared to go on stage with his lovers hickeys all over him. John’s breath started getting more ragged as your lips traveled from his neck to his stomach, until you reached the start of his trunks, but John grabbed your hair and pulled at it, causing your head to go up.
“Birdie, you’re fucking killing me. I can’t wait like this.” John whispered as he slightly pushed you off and took off his trunks, you then removed your bikini as John used his fingers to do a “come hither” motion and patted his thighs. You got back up as you slowly sink down, even after all your years together, he never fails to not stretch you out, every time felt like the first time with him.
“Fuck, you’re such a good little girl for me, you treat me so well, take me well too.” He whispered as he bucked his hips into you, causing you to moan loudly.
“I’m so proud to be yours, Johnny” you managed to get out without moaning, you both stared deeply into each others eyes, John smiled and kissed your face all over. John’s panting then turned into grunts as he began to go faster, basically pounding into you, your control was starting to fade, but you couldn’t help but mentally give yourself a high five for making him basically melt for you.
“Come on, baby, I can feel you’re getting close, good girl, my little girl, cum for me.” He groaned, your moans were pretty much pornographic, basically screaming for him. And then, the final straw for you was when he slightly grabbed your neck, you screamed his name as you came, your legs violently shaking. John smirked, like it was a job well done. John thrusted a few more times until he came inside you with a loud moan. You couldn’t help but stare as he came down from his high, his hair was completely disheveled, his cheeks were flushed red and slightly pink, and his mouth hung open. You couldn’t help but be completely amazed by it.
“We should probably go back.” You giggled, completely wore out. John helped you get up and get your bikini back on, your legs were like putty, and almost losing your balance from how wobbly they were. As soon as John put his trunks back on, your hearts both stopped as you heard the door knock.
“Hey, are you guys okay? I heard screaming.”
It was Ringo.
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BAHHA poor Ringo my boy😭BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT I TRIED MY BEST I did wanna have a mix of dom john tho bc dude like AHHHH but yes yes here you are
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iheartjohnlennon · 4 months
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hi do you think you could do some early john smutty/fluffy head cannons
i love ur writing btw !!!! ❤️❤️
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Headcanon(s); Your relationship with teddy boy John!
Scenarios
• John gets jealous awfully easily, occasionally to the point of aggression. But he can't help it, he can't help wanting you, he can't help loving you, he's just a boy.
The room was dimly lit, soft strains of the blues filled every sense.
John seemed distracted to the people around him, and that's because he was.
He languidly watched as the other boy laughed with you. Your back against the wall and your faces close.
'What the fuck are they talking about?' John thought to himself, genuinely baffled by your audacity to flirt with someone who wasn't him, right in front of him. 
And he couldn't shake the feeling, it was a vile feeling.
He was a few drinks deep and didn't mind causing trouble.
You excused yourself from the conversation with a smile. John seized the opportunity and came up to you, yanking you away.
"Y/N." He gripped your wrist firmly as he made you walk with him. 
You were concerned by his demeanour, "John, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" He mimicked your voice.
"Why are you acting like this?" 
Though it was a party, he found a secluded place.
His voice was edged with a familiar bitterness. "Actin' like what? Just curious about your new boyfriend is all." 
You tried pulling away, but he wouldn't relent, leaving a mark. 
"He's just a friend, John. Stop it."
• John gets quite emotional, though it's rare that he shows it in something that isn't anger. In the dark hours of the night, when the world past his window is quiet, he finds himself overwhelmed by the weight of his love for you. You'll be laying in bed together after he's made you cum, then he'll turn to you, hand nervously rubbing your back as he pours his heart out in whispers.
• The sex is good and frequent. He's insatiable with you, wanting to have you anywhere at any time. And you lost his virginity to him, so he's all you've ever known.
"Johnny, I'm bored." You whispered, rubbing circles on his chest. 
"Let's shag then."
• John loves giving you little gifts. He gifts you like it's Valentine's Day everyday. He waits for you after you finish school and or work just to give you your gifts, usually food or girly things he knows you'll like.
You stepped out the gates, feeling heavy.
You spotted John, he was waiting just outside for you. He looked handsome in his leather jacket. He leaned casually against a wall, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips.
He was distinctive from everyone else.
Very, distinctive.
As you approached, John swiftly stubbed out the cigarette, his cool demeanor giving way to genuine concern. 
A grin stretched across his face when you walked up to him, "There you are, love. Missed you like mad today."
Without missing a beat, he pressed you against a nearby wall and kissed you. It was wet, he was rubbing his tongue against yours feverently.
"I missed you too, Johnny." You mumbled against his mouth.
Whatever noise was in the background faded as John pulled away, his eyes filled with genuine lust. 
He sheepishly handed you a small bouquet, a mix of wildflowers, and a bag of little foods, all your favourites. 
"Got these for you, Y/N."
"Oh, John, you didn't have to..."
John smiled, "But I wanted to, love. Anything for you."
You hugged him close. "Awe, thank you. I love you."
As you started walking to your home, his arm found its familiar place around your waist, drawing you closer.  
"Love you too, darling. Anything interesting happen today?"
Your steps fell into a comfortable rhythm, as you strolled down the streets of Liverpool.
• John likes taking you absolutely everywhere with him, when he can of course. He gets clingy and he begs you to come out with him all the time - and it's always a good time. 
Pebbles tapped against your window. You sighed, recognising the familiar signal that only John seemed to think was subtle.
Opening the window, you glanced down to find John in your small garden, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes.
"Seriously? What are you doing here?" You said, trying to be quiet. 
"Missed ya, love. Fancy a chat?" He replied. 
You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide the hint of a smile.
Silently, you made your way downstairs and cautiously opened the garden door with a click.
You crossed your arms, "What. Is this something good?"
He grinned, "It is. Promise."
"So, I was thinkin', tomorrow, you should skip school and spend the day with me."
"Skip? Oh John, you know I can't just..."
John cut you off, "Course you can. It's just one day. Besides, I've got plans, and you wouldn't want to miss out on all the fun, now would ya?"
She sighed, knowing that arguing with John when he was in this mood was bloody futile.
"Fine, John. Tomorrow, I'll be off. But seriously, next time, just call. Why all the sneaking around?"
"Nah, wanted to see your pretty face, didn't I?"
"Smooth talker, aren't you?"
John leaned in, "Can I come in then? Just for a bit."
You leaned in, planting a quick kiss on his lips.
"No, John. Go home to your aunt. I'll see you tomorrow."
You watched as he reluctantly climbed back over the fence, a satisfied grin on your face.
Part 2?? 🤭
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