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givemequeen · 1 year

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I want everyone to know that you’re mine: George Harrison x reader

request(s): - can you write a smut about George being like possessive and wanting the reader to be loud during sex bc “I want everyone to know that you’re mine” and if possible have it happen bc maybe the reader was getting hit on by the others and George wanted to reiterate who she was with? Thanks so much! - Can you write something smutty for George? - pls i need more george smut 🥺🥺🥺 im in love w him 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (aren’t well all) a/n: do any other authors get horny when writing smut or... pairing: George Harrison x reader summary: teasing George (just realised i put in the wrong summary! it is correct now tho, whoops!) warnings: sexy time! dirty sexy time! orgasm denial (female) oral (male receiving). unprotected sex (remember to wrap it before you tap it, lads). ass smacking. kinda harsh sex but not too harsh. jealous!george word count: 3651

George always got off the stage horny. He said it was a combination of a lot things but you knew the roar of the crowd and the fact you were there watching and waiting for him was what really got him going. He wanted you to see his success, just like you wanted to show how proud you were of him. He had, after all, worked so hard to get where he was. So, you never missed a show.

Tonight was no different, George, despite being engrossed by his performance, couldn’t stop looking backstage to look at you. You had worn a short dress today and no underwear. You had whispered this delicate information to him just as he was getting on stage and when it was too late for him to do anything about it. But the look on his face was priceless, pure shock and desire.

As soon as the last song was over, he bolted off stage, not even waiting for their final bow, and rushed towards you, nearly toppling you over. He picked you up, hands flying to your ass, and spun you around.

“Fuck, I’m so hard, I’ve been waiting all night for this.” He growled in your ear, pushing his boner against you. “Let’s go baby, please.” You laughed and placed your hand on his chest, pushing him back.

“We can’t leave, there’s the after party.” You winked before walking away to congratulate the other boys with a polite kiss on their cheeks.

Once their instruments were safely set to the side the five of you headed outside to your cars. George followed close behind you, his hand low on the small of your back, finger feeling the fabric to remind himself you weren’t wearing any underwear. You got into two cars, You, George, and Paul on one and Ringo and John on the other.

The cars sped away from the crowds of fans and headed to the hotel you were all staying at. The hotel had organised a party for the band in their presidential suite. It was going to be filled with roadies, journalists, music producers, and models, and you couldn’t wait to use this opportunity to tease George.

You were sat between the two boys with one of your hands on George’s thigh, your slim fingers drawing circles in his inner thighs.

“That’s driving me wild, I’m going to fuck you when we get to the room.” George muttered as he pressed his lips to your ear.

“So, did you like the show?” Paul asked, oblivious to what was going on. He had light a cigarette and was offering some to you and George. George accepted, placing it between his lips and lighting it. Something about him lighting a fag drove you wild and you couldn’t wait to fuck him once you go to the hotel but the game you were playing wasn’t going to end soon.

“Of course, you were amazing tonight.” you said, momentarily placing a hand on his knee and removing the one you had on George’s thigh.

George sat up and you smiled, knowing he had taken the bait. Paul smiled happily and thanked you.

“You look great tonight, love.” Paul smirked. “That dress... is it new?” You could hear George practically growl next to you.

“Yes!”

“Looks stunning on you, love.” he met your eyes and smiled that charming smile of his. “You look stunning tonight.”

“Back off McCartney.” George said, placing a protective arm around you.

“C’mon Georgie, don’t be ridiculous.” you said, pushing off of him.

“Yeah, Georgie.” Paul teased as the car came to a stop, having finally reached the hotel.

George reached over to him but Paul jumped out of the car. Cameras immediately starting flashing, fans were yelling the boy’s names all around you. You kissed George’s cheek before getting out, pressing your ass into him as you moved over him. George grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, pressing his boner against you.

“Behave, I see what you are doing.” he said before letting you go.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” you smiled, grabbing his hand and walking into the hotel through the screaming crowds.

Once in the suite you headed off to find your group of friends. They were an assortment of journalists and roadies who followed the band around. Naturally, you spent a lot of time with them which caused a friendship to flourish. In this group of friends was a specific roadie who George hated as George claimed he had flirted with you. Your boyfriend wouldn’t listen to reason since you repeatedly told him he was gay and was more interested in him than in you.

“Thats just an excuse to touch your boobs.” George had said, pouting.

“No because he surprisingly does not touch my boobs.” you had rolled your eyes and left it at that.

But you could now feel George’s eyes on you across the room as you sipped on a drink, lounging on one of the velvet sofas, and talked to said roadie. George had been starting at you the entire time you were there but he had been caught in a conversation with some music producer.

John came over to join you, sitting by your side and placing his arm on the sofa behind you. He started mumbling about the concert and the party but he was so drunk you couldn’t understand him so you simply patted his shoulder and nodded. You could feel George watching you and suddenly an idea came onto mind.

You stood up and sat back down across John’s lap. He smiled up at you and hugged you, clearly ready to sleep. You ran your fingers through his hair and glanced up at where George had last been but he was gone. You glanced around, suddenly worried that you couldn’t find him.

“Love.” George said from behind you. You jumped, startled by his sudden appearance. You looked back and smiled, George was upside down!

“Georgie, you’re upside down!” you laughed.

“Are you drunk?” he asked, cocking his head sideways. His face was tense, clearly unhappy at the situation but you couldn’t care less, he had to live a little. “Get off his lap.”

“No, I’m just happy.” you threw your arms around his hips, dragging him towards you, and ignoring his second question. “And you?”

“Lets get out of here.” he whispered, leaning over and starting to pull you away from John, who just flopped backwards and promptly fell asleep.

“What? No! The night is young.” you whined before standing up and dragging George over to the dance floor.

Dozens of people had congregated in the centre of the room and were dancing widely. Arms were thrown up and hips were swung to the rhythm of the music. You pulled George to the centre and placed your arms on his shoulders. His hand went to your hips, pulling you close.

“You look gorgeous tonight.” George said, his lips chasing yours. “What were you doing on John?”

But you ignored him and allowed yourself to feel the music, the thumping of the bass resonated deep within you. You threw your head back and immediately George’s mouth went to your neck. He kissed and sucked on the skin there, surely leaving marks.

“Georgie, careful.” you frowned, chastising him.

“Lets go, my love, I want you.” he pressed himself against you. “I need you.”

“I can feel that.” you giggled.

“Do you want me to fuck you right here? Huh? In the middle of the room and let everyone see how well you take my cock?” his voice was low, its vibrations travelled all the way down between your legs.

“Fuck, Georgie.” you palmed him through the jeans, looking around to make sure no one could see but everyone was too high or drunk to notice.

“Lets go.” he wrapped his longer slender fingers around your wrist and pulled you towards the exit. A couple people tried to stop him to talk to him but he was a man on a mission and practically shoved them aside. Once outside the suite, George picked you up and pressed you against the wall.

He began kissing you like a starving man, hands slipping under your dress to grab your ass. You moaned as he pressed himself against you and you rocked your hips against him, desperate for some friction. George pressed himself further against you, preventing you from moving.

“No, you don’t get to do that after how you have behaved all night.” he sunk his teeth onto your flesh and you yelped, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“I’ve been good, Geo, what do you mean?” you lied, kissing his face.

“You and I both know thats a lie.” he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. “You’re gonna do as I say and if you’re good maybe I’ll cum in you.” George set you down and grabbed you, pulling you towards your room.

Once inside, he picked you back up and took you over to the bed, dropping you on it. You watched in anticipation as he slowly took his shirt off. You rubbed your thighs together, desperate for some friction.

“Stop that.” George snapped. “You don’t get to do that.” he shook his head and you.

Finally, his shirt came off. He threw it on the ground and unbuckled his belt. He dropped his trousers and took himself out of his pants. While staring right at you, George stroked himself. You bit your lower lip, eager to have him in you.

“Stand up.” he ordered, you did as he requested, your eyes sliding down to his erection. “Kneel.” you dropped to your knees and looked up at him.

“Now what?” you asked sweetly, trying your best not to look at it.

George stayed silent, he trailed his fingers through your hair and tugged it back so your mouth fell open. He grabbed himself and guided your mouth towards him. You stuck your tongue out, allowing his cock to rest on it, and closed your lips around him.

“Good girl.” he said, his other hand went to your chin, pushing it up so he could see better.

You closed your eyes and moved your head forward until his cock hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly but remained there until tears formed in your eyes. You pulled back, gasped your air, and did it again. Slowly, you let your tongue explore him. It went over the ridges and veins of his cock, mapping out every inch of it.

One of your hands went to his hips for stability, the other going between your legs. You slipped two fingers inside of you and rocked your hips the same way you bobbed your head backwards and forwards. You moaned, the vibrations of your moan made him buck his hips forward.

He groaned and collected your hair into one hand. He pulled you back so only the tip of his cock was inside your mouth, and slowly pulled himself out. A single line of spit and pre-cum connected you and his dick. He grabbed his cock and placed it back into your mouth.

“Mouth open.” he slowly pushed his hips forward. You held your breath, fingers stopping inside of you, and felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as he made his way down your throat.

Then, at the same excruciatingly slow pace, slid himself back out. George did this a couple times before slamming into you with no warning. You choked on his cock but that didn’t stop him. He grabbed your jaw, hand so big his fingers nearly reaches your ears, and fucked your mouth.

“Fuck...” he groaned. “This is what you get for being a slut.” his eyes were trained on yours. “Stop fucking touching yourself, you think I don’t notice?” reluctantly you removed your fingers from yourself. “Now take my cum.” he pushed his hips into your mouth one last time before finishing inside of you. As his cum shot out, he rolled his hips, and you licked his cock, making sure every last drop came out.

Then, he slid himself out. You stuck your tongue out and blinked up at him. “Good girl.” he slid his finger down your cheek and shoved them into your mouth, reaching the very back and making you gag. “Swallow.” you did as you were told. “Now get up.”

“Yes, daddy.” you stood up and George’s mouth was immediately on yours. He reached behind you and pulled down the zipper to your dress. The short sleeves of the dress fell from your shoulders. George pulled it over your head, leaving you completely bare. He pushed you onto the bed, grabbed your ankles, pushing your legs apart, and dragged you to him.

His fingers slid up your thighs at an excruciatingly slow pace, getting closer and closer to where you needed him the most. He looked up at you through his lashes, there was pure hunger in his eyes.

“Please Geo.” you whined.

“What do you want, my love?” he asked getting closer to you. You bit your lower lip and nodded. His fingers slid into you and you moaned. “Louder.” his fingers curled inside you and you moaned louder. He began working his magic inside of you, moving his fingers with such precision and rhythm that made you thank your lucky stars that he was a musician.

Your mouth hung open as you let moan after moan spill out of you. His thumb went to your clit, gently massaging it. Your thigh were threatening to close but George had placed his hands over them, pressing them down. You moaned his name and told him you were close.

“Good girl.” he said as he pulled his fingers away from you.

“What the fuck?” You groaned, dizzy from the pleasure and alcohol. You watched as he sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap.

“Sit here.” You did as you were told and straddled his thigh.

“What now?”

“Get yourself off.” he shrugged.

Heat rose up to your cheeks. Get yourself off? On his thigh? You swallowed and nodded. You rocked your hips, a small whine escaping your lips at the sensation. His thigh was hard, the muscle under rubbing against you in the best way possible.

“You don’t think I want to fuck you?” he growled, his hands went to your hips gripping you tightly and urging to move faster. “You don’t think I want to shove my cock in you and make you come?”

“I know you do.” you moaned. “Oh, George...”

“Then why do you behave so naughtily? Flirting with Paul and John right in front of me? It’s like you’re begging to be punished.” he tutted, shaking his head.

One hand went to your breast, squeezing it harshly. You moaned his name as he licked your nipple. You rocked your hips against him faster, determined to orgasm.

“I wasn’t flirting.” you lied as you quickened your pace.

“Don’t fucking lie, slut.” George said grabbing your jaw. You looked at him and reached for his cock.

You jerked him off at the same pace you rocked against him. Each time you moaned his name his hips jerked. You moaned it louder and he kissed you, you moaned it even louder and he played with your breasts.

But George’s patience was wearing thin. He flipped you around, laying you on the bed and crawled over you. His mouth was on you, his kisses sloppy, and with no warning, he slammed into you. You gasped his name, unable to do much else, and squeezed your thighs around him and he relentlessly pounded into you.

“Louder, love. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. I want everyone to hear how well I fuck you.” he grabbed your hands and pinned them above you, exposing your neck.

His mouth attached itself to the soft skin there and began sucking. You went to complain but a sharp slam of his hips shut you up. Instead, you moaned and moaned. Each slam of his hips making you go louder. You yelled his name and his rhythm got sloppy.

George pulled out of you and turned you around with ease. He pulled your hips up, exposing your ass to him, and aligned himself, his dick pressed against you. He rubbed his tip against you slowly, almost as though taunting you. You pushed your hips back and he pulled away.

“Oh George, fuck me please, please.” you moaned.

He smacked your ass and slowly slid in to you. He quickly returned to the ruthless pace he had set before. His hand slapping your ass as you gripped the sheets. His fingers went around your hips, meeting your clit, and began drawing circles.

You were coming undone, the brutal slamming of his hips against yours filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin combined with the effortlessly skilled movement of his fingers against you was pleasantly overwhelming. He leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back and pulled your hair back.

“Are you going to come?” he groaned. “Come for daddy, you’ve been good. I want to hear you.”

You nodded and let yourself loose. The explosion of pleasure took over you, making your body go limp. George held you up as he continued fucking and fingering you. You unapologetically moaned his name over and over until your throat felt raw.

Just as you were coming down from your high George slammed his hips into you one last time and came inside you. His cum shooting into you felt delightfully familiar. You clenched around him and gripped the sheets so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if they ripped.

George collapsed on top of you, cock still inside you and weight crushing you. He gently kissed your shoulder, hand going around your body to squeeze your breast. His cock was still hard when he slipped it out. You rolled over and smiled at him but he was staring between your legs.

He licked his fingers and pushed his cum that had began leaking out of you and down your thighs back in. You winced at the wave of pleasure that crashed against you like aftershock.

“This pussy is mine.” he said, reaching down to kiss it.

Bonus:

George had returned from the bathroom and scooped your limp body in his arms. He had taken you into the bath and sat behind you, your back against his chest, wet bodies pressed together, as he gently cleaned you up. Then, he had tenderly dried you, taking extra care around your thighs, and taken you back into bed were you were now spooning.

“Was that good?” he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Very.” you mumbled.

“It wasn’t... too much?”

You turned your head to look at him and smiled, placing a hand over his cheek.

“I liked it. I love it when you’re possessive. It was very hot.” you gently kissed his cheek. “I love you.” you murmured and spun your whole body around to face his.

“I love you too.” he said, pressing his head into your hair.

You reached your hand down his pants and hesitated. George nodded and reached to pull your own underwear down. You wrapped your hands around him and felt as he got hard.

George laid back, his hands on your hips guiding you over him. He comfortably slid into you, like a key into a lock, and you both happily sighed. You fell against him, bare chest against bare chest, and slowly rocked your hips. George wrapped his arms around you and met your movements half way.

“I’m sorry love, I can’t last any longer.” he groaned.

“Cum in me, Geo. Fill me up.” you whispered, your words driving him wild.

It was the most comfortable filling, his hips crashing against yours - once, twice, three times - as he came undone. Then, you remained like that, his cock buried deep in you and his mouth kissing your skin, until he softened. You pulled yourself away from him and he tucked himself back in.

He pulled you against him, his whole body wrapping around yours, and fell into a deep slumber.

BONUS BONUS:

The next morning you stumbled over to the wardrobe, George watching your naked behind body from the bed, and pulled on plaid trousers and a pink cardigan to match. He helped you as you got ready, kissing your cheek and neck or wherever he could reach.

You walked hand in hand towards the elevator and made your way down to the private room the hotel had given the band for their meals. Inside was John, Ringo, and Paul, all sat around a round table filled with food.

They all looked up as you entered and started laughing. Unsure, you cocked your head to the side and asked them what was so funny.

“Did you have a good night?” John said, wiggling his eyebrows, between fits of laughter.

Realisation dawned on you, they probably heard everything. You shut your eyes in embarrassment but George was having none of it. He pulled you to his side, arm going around your shoulders and led you to the table where breakfast was set.

“Piss off, you lot are just jealous.” he said, rolling his eyes and ignoring their howls of laughter.

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ringstarrr · 1 year

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Hi. If you don't mind, would you mind doing a song fic for Taylor Swift's coney island with either John or George? I just feel like it would work really well, especially these lines: "And do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? Will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?"

I Want to Tell You

pairing: john lennon x gender neutral!reader

warnings: angst, depression, self image

author's note: first of all, sorry for going missing for a few months. kinda had a burnout with college and work, but things are getting better - i think, at least.

and i kind of changed this a little lol i know it's a sad song and i made it accordingly, but the end is sweet. i might not be a swiftie but i'm a softie

1966.

It was like living through hell. Why did he have to say that? you’d think every once in a while since the whole bigger than Jesus broke out. John has always been one to make interesting comments - not to say controversial. You knowing him since you met at art school, it didn’t faze you a bit, yet, it was a different thing in America.

“They’re so fucking upright. It’s so phony.” You sought John during one of the tours you went by his side, still his girlfriend, flesh and nail. Now, long married, it’s been a few good months since you last followed beside him. John was getting more distant everyday and you didn’t know what to do.

He emitted his loud and heartwarming laugh. “I know, right?” John escorted you close to his chest, his nose in your hair. “Americans act like we are a bunch of weirdos. We are… different,” John chuckled, free hand hovering his face. “They’re nice. I’m the freak.”

This happened only a year prior to this fiasco. On that occasion, you made it your job to assure John he was an important person to the band and no matter what happened, you’d still be by his side. So far, you had maintained your words and stuck with John - even though he wouldn’t even look at you.

It made you insecure and going back in your head, trying to piece together why he had become such a loner those last months. Without preparation, you began to revisit your time at college, when you two first started dating. You were younger by a few years, and John was living the high of his teddy boy lifestyle.

He was a heartthrob. There was no other way to describe it.

Every single time you glanced in his direction, John’s eyes were already staring you down. Smiling smugly, he’d shake his head and wiggle his eyebrows. You were left blushing. It was heaven, knowing you caught the attention of someone like him. Your heart could melt just by the sight of him.

At the time, you weren’t looking for a relationship. But John had other plans. He flirted with you every chance he got, always putting some innuendo into everything. Even though you rolled your eyes every single time, you couldn’t deny to yourself how your hands would shake whenever John stormed in your direction. Neither could you say he didn’t make winter feel like a sunny afternoon in spring, considering the speeding beat of your heart and the way he caught your breath.

The memories left you wondering if you had closed your fists around something delicate for this to be happening. The silent tears fell down and you didn’t try to avoid the unstoppable. It was getting overbearing just to breath. When you first met, you thought that maybe 一 you were certain, to be completely honest 一 he’d be the death of you. At the time, the idea brought colour to your cheeks, thinking it’d be because of his antics and how flustered he made you feel. Now, you had the sour taste of knowing why.

Marrying one of the most desired man on the earth, show stopping sensation and global phenomenon was incredibly hard. And the business changed John’s usual upbeat and sarcastic nature. Theses things were still there but he wouldn’t show them as much. It turned him into a depressed and lonely wolf. John was starting to head straight to bed whenever he came home, telling you less and less about his life and what he was going through in his head.

Yet, you had an idea of why that was.

The press were writing a bunch of articles about all the things he and the boys did and, unfortunately, that included his health. Suddenly every news reporter was a nutritionist and they decided John was getting fat, which was far from the truth. You noticed how John was starving himself for awhile because of it, his self image completely deteriorated and his depression coming to a new highlight low-end. But John wouldn't say a word. You’d ask him, almost plead for him to open up you, but John wouldn't say a word.

In front of the television, you watched him and the band make yet another appearance for an interview. It was difficult for you to admit, but most of the time you heard his voice these days was on the TV. John was pushing you away. After talking to George, Ringo and Paul about the situation, they assured you this wasn’t happening just to you. John was pushing everyone away, whether he knew it or not.

Seeing that happy grin in his face on the telly, a sight you missed dearly, was enough to make your walls crumble down. You sobbed violently, crying out loud. What happened to my baby? Where did my baby go? Your whole body shook and your voice got hoarse by the second. But the moment you heard a car pull into the driveway, you pushed it all back inside, cleaning the tears’ path and clearing your throat. Uptight and anxious, you waited.

“You watching that crap?” was the first thing he said. John closed the front door, dropping his keys in the coffee table and sitting beside you on the couch. He slid his arm around you, turning you slightly to kiss you with care. After it ended, you two maintained faces close, noses brushing against one another, eyes closed. It was moments like this that made you feel everything was worth putting through.

“Just watching this group fine young men. They dress pretty well, especially that one” you said, turning a little to the TV, just enough so he could see your index finger pointing in his direction on the screen.

John snickered. “Nah, he looks like a twat.”

You snuggled your face against his neck, eyes closed. “And how was today, pretty boy?” as you whispered the question you immediately regretted it. John’s body grew rigid, moving away from you. I can’t do anything right.

“Ah,” he shrugged his shoulders, face showing how John cringed at the question. “It was… normal, I guess.” He bit down his lip, drawing in a deep breath. Silence emerged between youc and you wanted to scream. With a sigh, John got up. “Well, I’m taking a shower.”

Before you could think the decision over once more, you were speaking already. “John, can I ask you a question?” He was midway walking to your shared bedroom, stopping in his tracks. John turned around, confused.

Eyebrows knitted and hands on his waist, he answered. “Yeah, sure you can.”

“Did I shatter you?” your voice quivered, just a little above a purr. You felt tears threatening to form but you didn’t care. You needed to get it off of your chest, it was killing you. John was startled by the inquiry, eyes wide.

“What makes you think that, love?” He still was by the bedroom, slowly coming back to you.

“You never talk to me anymore, John.” A sorry laugh left your lips as you said it, feeling like a lunatic. “And you used to come to me anytime if you were struggling, to have a laugh... Now you can barely stand to be next to me.” Your eyes flickered to the roof, holding back the emotions in turmoil. “You never ask about me anymore. It’s like you couldn’t give less of a shit sometimes,” you turned your focus back to him and it crashed your feelings. He was crying with a straight face, biting the inside of his cheek. “If this is the long haul, how’d we get here so soon?”

You managed to get a laugh from him, smiling a bit. After a few seconds, he spoke up. “Sorry for not making you my centerfold,” John pushed the tears away with the back of his hand. “I hate that we turned into this… all because of me,” now it was his turn to cackle like a mad man, hands in his hair.

“It’s okay, John.” You gave him a half-hearted smile.

“No! Of course it’s not, love.” He took a long breath and began tapping his foot against the floor. “You are my wife, for fuck’s sake. I love you and I pushed away? I’m a dick.” John was obviously mad at himself. “I didn’t think it would upset you this much, love. Fuck.”

“Baby…” you cooed, getting up from the couch. You tried to reach for his hands, but he shook them instead.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me. I don’t want your pity.”

“John,” you took hold of his hand, your hold strong and tight. “Shut up. You’ve been through a lot and it’s okay to react like this. But you should be more aware of the fact that there are people that care and worry about you.” You pushed his fringe to the side with your free hand, resting it against his wet cheek. John closed his eyes. “You are not a bad guy, John. Just fucking stupid sometimes,” both of you laughed.

“What’s a lifetime of achievement if I pushed you to the edge but you were too polite to leave me?” You cringed at that, not agreeing with him.

“I would never leave you, sweetheart. I love you too much,” you said, laughing a little. “Just don’t push me away anymore. I’m always here for you.”

“Sorry for being fucking stupid.”

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georgesgirll · 2 months

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I’ll make love to you…If you want me to

Hello! This is my first Beatle smut/fanfic. Please excuse the bad and somewhat cringey descriptions

Warning: sex?hair pulling, smacking, unprotected sex(use a condom!)

Word count: 390

George x reader

“Can I see yer pretty little pussy?…I’m not afraid of some hair down there…”

You nod your head and remove your hands from covering your crotch. George gets on the bed, he was looking at you with a starved and predatory look. He licks two of his fingers from his right hand. Then he shoved them up your tight pussy. George then whispered to you

“Yer so tight and wet Y/N…”

You quietly moaned as his fingers started to wiggle inside of you as he’s tickling your clit.

Your legs started quivering and George starts to get fast. You moaned and as you said

“G-George”

“Shhhh…they’ll hear you…”

George stops and said whispered to you. He starts to unbuckle his pants and pulls down his boxer. You look at his 7 inch penis and sheepishly smile at him. He shoves his penis in your mouth and starts to hit the back of your throat. You gagged a bit, George starts to go slower as he thrusts his hips towards your face, he rolls his eyes and whispered to you

“Fucking hell Y/N…you know how to use that pretty little mouth of yours”

He grabs your hair as he cums in your mouth. He lets go and turns you around as he bends you over the bed, shoving his penis in your pussy. You moaned loudly, George whispered to you

“Make me feel good Y/N…yer pussy is so divine”

“Anything for you G-George…”

You whispered quietly. George gets more aggressive as he thrusted his hips into yours. He starts to smack your ass and yanks your hair making your face facing him. Then whispered to you

“Open your mouth”

You submissively open your mouth and he spits in it. George then let’s go of hair as he grabs your hips as he pounds his large penis into your pussy. You stuff your face into the pillow. George keeps on pounding his penis into your pussy, George eventually finishes inside of you. As you cum on his penis, George whispered into your ear

“Yer so warm”

#george harrison #smut #beatles smut #the beatles fanfic

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mithranqueersmusings · 10 months

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Here There and Everywhere IV

Chapter: 4/?

Rating: U

Summary: You’re a regular to The Cavern and you’ve always loved watching The Beatles play, even if you do have to deal with sweaty crowds, screaming girls and pervy guys. One day under rather unfortunate circumstances, you finally get to meet them which eventually, and oddly, leads to them living with you.

Tags: Domestic fluff, slow burn, eventual smut/romance

Pairings: George Harrison/Reader

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The four boys and yourself were introduced to a bleak, grey morning as you stepped out of the house. Murmurs of activity could be heard and spotted down the street, with men hurrying off to work with briefcases in hand and women chattering with their neighbours with a warm cup of tea clutched in their grasp. You found yourself naturally gravitating towards George as the five of you walked towards the main road, but worries started to form about how obvious your affection might be. Always inclining a little too much towards paranoia, you began to fear that failing to mask your appreciation of him - to put it mildly - would not only push the rest of the group away but could even make George uncomfortable. Whenever you joined your friends at The Cavern, each girl made no secret of who her favourite of the four was; you could recall, rather embarrassingly now, how each of you would fantasise about being with their respective choice. From the very beginning, George had drawn your eye. Maybe it was because he was the youngest and closest to your own age, but it was certainly much more than that. As a quiet person yourself, there seemed to be an immediate connection with the brooding boy at the back of the stage, with dark eyebrows knitted close together as he played along with the rest. So many girls were enamoured by the brightness of Paul's eyes or the strength of John's features, but you were almost always watching George. Considering how much time had been spent daydreaming about even having a conversation with the mysterious guitarist, it was so peculiar now that you were walking right beside him as though you were merely friends. You knew it would take some time to readdress the power imbalance in your mind, essentially shifting from idolising an essential stranger to welcoming him into your home. Evidently, it was obvious that you were lost in your thoughts because John span around from his conversation with Ringo to question you blatantly.

"Not having doubts, are we?" He grinned, his hair still ruffled from the night before.

You were caught off guard, but this surprise soon melted away into a genuine smile "Unlikely." You retorted, raising your eyebrow, "Unless there's something you're not telling me?"

"Many, many things." John's grin widened "I'd much rather you found out yourself, though."

Ringo gave John a soft nudge, knocking him slightly into the road "Can you stop ruining our chances of sleeping under a decent roof for a few minutes?"

"You act as though we're uncivilised beasts." Paul chimed in, standing at the head of the group to guide the way.

"Not at all! I just act like an uncivilised beast." John's good humour seemed to be unshakable, causing you to laugh quietly as you watched his charade "Not that you seem to mind, Paulie."

George let out a soft groan, rolling his eyes "Keep it in your trousers, John, it's not even midday yet."

Watching them bounce off of one another effortlessly filled you with a sense of complete ease. Even though John was clearly the most unhinged of the group, there was no doubt in your mind that he merely wanted to make the others laugh. As if on cue, John slinked closer to George following his comment, walking backwards as though it took no effort at all.

"That's funny, I don't recall you saying that last night after your little bathroom incident." John teased, from the brightness of his eyes, it was clear he was trying to push George's buttons, you only wished that you weren't caught in the crossfire.

"How did you-" George began, his face scrunching up in frustration.

"Thin walls, my friend." John winked, turning his gaze to you with a playful expression "Awfully convenient that he walked in at that exact moment, don't you think?"

A knot in your stomach threatened to form with these words, building off of your fear that the intentions of these seemingly innocent musicians were far more sinister than you dared to consider. Yet, you fought back against this urge, reminding yourself of how genuinely apologetic George had been alongside how eager he had been to diffuse the awkwardness of the situation by putting himself in the same position.

"I do think that you might be projecting a little." You winked back at him "Just keep those thin walls in mind when you're shacking up with Paul, yeah?"

John's face dropped for a moment before an even broader smile replaced his fleeting sorrow. He bowed down dramatically as though submitting to your retort. Ringo was laughing heartily while Paul tried to maintain a composed expression so as not to commit entirely to either side of the dispute. Feeling rather proud of yourself, you turned to smile over at George, who was looking right back at you. The intensity of his gaze made your sense of elation falter for a second, but you tried desperately to hide this from your expression. George's thin lips curled upwards, only just exposing the bottom of his sharp canines, and you were instantly at ease. It wasn't too long before you'd arrived at the strange establishment that the boys had been calling home for the time being. Even before you went inside, you almost knew what to expect. The walls were dull and hostile, as though the entire structure was built out of concrete. There seemed to be no indication that anyone was living here, perhaps other than the smell. Tentatively, you followed Paul inside to an even more depressing interior.

"Remind me who blackmailed you into living here." You mumbled, almost to yourself, as a key was produced to unlock the door to a minuscule living space.

"I wouldn't go as far as blackmailed, but it was John's idea." Ringo chuckled as you all crammed into the tiny room.

Thinking back on John's comment that the four of them lived in a cupboard, you realised that even that was an optimistic outlook. Four battered mattresses were crammed into each of the corners, with belongings strewn about as though an earthquake had just occurred. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to any of it, and you genuinely started to question whether this was some sort of practical joke. Like clockwork, each of the boys started to gather their belongings haphazardly into any sort of container they could find. Whilst you never thought of yourself as a particularly clean or orderly person, watching clothes and books getting shoved mercilessly into bags already bursting at the seams caused a noticeable amount of discomfort.

"You've seriously been sleeping in here?" You asked in utter disbelief, cautiously taking a seat on the mattress with the least amount of stains.

"The glamorous life of rock'n'roll." Paul laughed as he took a seat next to you "It's not that bad, honestly. By the time we finish a show, we're so knackered that we all basically pass out."

"The drink helps, of course." Ringo added as he rummaged through a pile of clothes.

"But... I thought you guys grew up around here. Why don't you just live at home?" You were desperate for answers, not being able to logically put together a reason for willingly staying in a place as dreary as this.

"Where's your sense of adventure?" John blurted out, currently using his foot to flatten the contents of his bag so that he could shove even more inside "You're not going to get much life experience cooped up with your rents, are you?"

"Oh sure, lot's of life experience." You feigned agreement "Maybe even as much as the diseases you'll catch, I reckon."

"She's got you there, John." George spoke up, previously being very quiet as he gathered his meagre belongings together, and John responded with a childish sticking out of the tongue.

"Come on, now we've got a chance of getting out of here, you all suddenly despite it?" John scoffed "You know that we wouldn't have been able to get up to half the stupid shit we've been doing if we had to go home every night."

John looked around the room with an inquisitive glare, stumping George, Paul, and Ringo from saying anything in disagreement. You immediately wanted to ask exactly what sort of things they had been getting up to in such a cramped space, but part of you didn't really want to know the answer. If anything, the magazines that had been quickly hidden before you'd gotten a chance to even read the cover gave you a small indication of what John meant. There were also some empty bottles messily dotted about the room, making it clear that heavy drinking was a favoured pastime.

"Should I expect this 'stupid shit' to continue under my roof, then?" You posed the question to all of them, not just John, hoping to get a vague idea of exactly what you were getting yourself into.

Paul answered instantaneously, not even giving John the chance to get a breath out "We'll be nothing but respectful, I think you'll find. That isn't to say we won't get a little boisterous now and again, but we're certainly not going to put you out."

"Unless you want us to, of course." Ringo caught you by surprise as he playfully mussed up your hair as he walked past, trying to gather the last bits and pieces that had been left out.

"I'm in no rush to start acting like a mother or a landlady." You spoke with clarity and confidence "Don't think of me as some uptight matron, alright? If anything, I'm drawn more towards stupid shit than I am the mundane life I've been living as of late."

"Now you're talking." George chuckled, triumphantly throwing a bag over his shoulder.

"Careful now, don't say something you might regret." Paul warned with a smile, following George's lead and gathering all the bags together.

"I think she's perfectly capable of saying exactly what she means, thank you!" John was clearly growing more and more excited "I think this momentous occasion calls for a bit of celebration, don't you?"

John met your gaze with a twinkle in his eye, and there seemed to be nothing you could do to stop the waves of laughter pouring out. Even though you knew deep down that you were getting yourself into something bizarre and somewhat taboo, it was clear that it was likely one of the best decisions you'd ever made. Exactly how you were going to explain to anyone why a band of wayward musicians had started occupying your childhood home, you didn't know, but a large part of you didn't care in the slightest. Being in the orbit of these lively young men made you feel more content and genuinely excited about life than ever before, so there was no way you were going to spoil it by thinking too much or considering all the potential downsides. Instead, you urged yourself to merely go with the flow and see where it took you. If George was going to be along for the ride, you couldn't think of anywhere else you'd rather be. Although no words were exchanged, you got the impression that John knew exactly what you were thinking because the mischievous look spread across his angular face only intensified.

"Considering our accommodation has already been provided, seems only fair that we take care of the rest, right lads?" Ringo posed the question more as a statement.

All three boys nodded in almost eerie unison, reminding you of one of the reasons you were so enraptured with them in the very place whenever watching them on stage. There was a moment of stillness after this, but it didn't last for long. John evidently could not keep his excitement contained for much longer as he rushed towards you without warning. Your eyes widened in confusion as you were lifted off of the floor and into his arms. Even though you had no idea what was going on, you couldn't stop yourself from giggling like a child. Ringo wasn't far behind, spinning his keys around his finger in preparation for piling into his car. Paul and George disgruntledly carried the bags with full arms and bulking shoulders, murmuring about John's exceptional talent of avoiding responsibility. Your captor mirrored your laughter, kicking doors open as you made your way back onto the street. Despite his erratic nature, you felt undisputedly safe in his company, and you almost hoped that he'd carry you all the way home like this. Yet, before long, he had to set you back onto the ground while the heaving bags were thrown into the boot of Ringo's car. Being unable to drive yourself, it was hard not to be excited about everything this vehicle opened to you. While your subconscious tried eagerly to manufacture reasons that you should be feeling incredibly nervous about this whole ordeal, you overwrote them with genuine excitement about the shenanigans you would all be getting up to.

"Nice car." Was all you managed to articulate from this array of thoughts.

"And for that, you can ride up front with me." Ringo opened the door for you chivalrously, to which you responded with an equally exaggerated courtesy.

"Watch out, he uses that line on all the birds." George almost made you jump with his silent approach, but he ducked into the car before you could even respond.

"Steady on, George. It's not like he's asking her to handle his stick shift." Paul teased, nudging George further into the car so that he could sit by the window.

You tried to stop your cheeks from blushing, but there was little you could do. Instead, you busied yourself with the seatbelt while the boys continued to mess about in the back. It reminded you a lot of being back at school, excluding the depressing authoritative regime and the need to remember useless facts, as the lightness of their dynamic was so contagious that you felt as though there was nothing to worry about. The only thing that made your stomach flip, however minimally, was the effect George's eyes seemed to have on you, even if they were caught momentarily in the rearview mirror. John was demonstrably going to be a handful, but nothing you couldn't manage. Ringo and Paul were both more level-headed and considerate, so you knew there'd be no problems there. George, on the other hand, seemed unpredictable in a way completely different from John. You knew how likely it was that things would get messy, but the possible benefits of being able to spend time with these boys far outweighed any issues you could foresee in the not-too-distant future. For the time being, you were going to enjoy yourself. Ringo gave you a reassuring smirk before you drove off, and you pushed yourself to remain in this state of relaxation.

"Not heading straight home, are we?" John queried, slotting his head in between the two seats.

"Where did you have in mind?" Ringo responded, keeping his eyes firmly on the road.

"I do recall someone saying something about a celebration." John giggled "Correct me if I'm wrong, but it's not much of a celebration without a drink or two."

"Really? I recall that certain someone being you, if my memory doesn't fail me." Paul tried to pull John back into his seat to no avail.

"Come on." John pleaded "If anything, look at it as a test. We'll get so railed that we show what absolute twats we really are. Then, if it’s not to your liking, we'll be off in the morning."

"Don't think you need a drop of alcohol to make that clear, John." George poked, his sharp teeth teasingly showing.

"Har har." John rolled his eyes "It'll be a laugh, alright? I'll cover the costs if I bleeding have to."

"That'll be the day." Ringo didn't even hesitate but quickly softened the blow "It would be fun, though. Get it all out in the open so we're not keeping up appearances for the sake of it."

"And what if I absolutely embarrass myself, what then?" You asked, half joking.

"Then we know we've found a kindred spirit." John's smile widened once again, only now being satisfied enough to sit back in his seat.

Ringo drove past the turning for your house, continuing on to the nearest shop to pick up a few bottles of whatever poison John had in mind. A bubbling of nerves started to form deep in your stomach, but it was hard to decipher whether it was actual panic or just pure excitement. It had been a long time since you'd completely let loose in the comfort of your own home, and part of you worried about what might slip out. At that very moment, you were surrounded by four of the most charismatic and attractive boys who had bothered to give you the time of day; it was simply too good to be true. There was no way something catastrophic wasn't waiting up ahead to rip it all from you. Even so, there was no denying that there was fun to be had before this inevitable disaster. If that was the case, you were determined to make the most of it while it lasted, even if it meant overstepping a boundary or two. Cautiously, you watched George in the rearview mirror, moving your gaze away whenever you thought he might catch you staring. With so much mystery surrounding him, you couldn't help feeling anticipation about what a generous helping of alcohol might do to his demeanour. Considering how things had gone the night before, there was a chance that something spectacular might happen. All you had to do was play your cards right, whatever that meant in a strange situation such as this. It would help if you even knew what cards you were holding in the first place, let alone what to do with them.

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eyeswithoutafqce · 1 year

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a blurb i wrote about my john inspired by this pic <3

He watches me, wordlessly, as I take his gentle hand in my own, equally as gentle, like a cradle to a baby. I flatten his hand to relax him, bringing the ripped, calloused skin of his fingertips to my rosy lips and kiss each one, a kiss as tender as the moon kisses the sky at the fall of night. He watches, his brown eyes shining the brightest light that can only be the light of love, only the left corner of his lip quirked upwards into fond smile. I take every one of those fingertips to my lips- the kiss of compassion and love placed onto the hardworking hands of John Lennon, a kiss he deserved all along. “I love you.” John whispers, both corners of his mouth raised upwards into an affectionate smile, kissing me gently on the cheek. A kiss of love and compassion. What he needed all along to return it.

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danciinwith-myself · 1 year

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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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jennygrindle96 · 11 months

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creative-writing96 · 11 months

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💥New Fic!💥

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lovely-rita-meter-maidd · 2 years

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Hello? Haven’t seen any activity from you in months. Are you okay?

Hey 🥺

Sorry I’ve been away, I’ve had lots of stuff happen and I just haven’t had the time or motivation to start posting again. But I really miss writing so I’m gonna start answering asks again.

Thank you so much to those of you that messaged me, honestly it shocked me a little bit that people acc missed me lmao but honestly it means so much 🥺🥰

pls send in any asks you want answering 🥰✨

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nevertraveled · 4 months

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commanderogerss · 6 months

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I'm already planning on writing this huge fic I've been thinking about for the past couple of days.

But do I dare write some Paul/reader fics because I don't see kinks I like!

Probably...

#the beatles fanfiction #the beatles fanfic #rpf #missy talks #txt #oh my GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT #nsfw-ish #missy talks fanfiction

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givemequeen · 10 months

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door-slamming: john x reader

request: hi!! i was thinking maybe u could do a john smut where hes been holding in alot of frustration and he takes it out on the reader? not like- in an abusive way lol like sexually? umm can I please uh request a John and reader smut? Just filth where the reader is really submissive and they like fuck over a desk or she’s on the kitchen counter and it’s rough but v hot?? a/n: i loved this request!! thank you :)) honestly each time i write i have to hold back and not make it too hard oops. pairing: john x reader summary: the tensions between The Beatles has become too much for John. warning: hard smut (hopefully u think its hard), ass smacking, dirty talk. year: late 60s. word count: 992 (similar to the last one oops)

John was doing a lot of door-slamming recently. He would come home from the studio fuming and would slam the door. You didn’t like it but you understood, things weren’t the best with the band. He would then either lock himself in the room until dinner time or seek you out - either for comfort or to rant.

Tonight was no different. He was later than usual but the slamming was the same. You swore it shook the whole house. You peeked into the entrance, determined to have a conversation with him and avoid a night which would result in him locking himself in the room and you alone.

“Johnny.” you said as he tore off his shoes.

“What?” he snapped.

“No need to take that tone with me.” you leaned against the wall and crossed your arms across your chest.

“Go to the room. I’ll be in two minutes, you better be ready to fuck.” he growled without even looking at you.

You pushed off the wall and stared at him, unsure as to what to do. You knew furious John fucked better than anyone but a conversation might be the healthier option...

Fuck healthy, you wanted to get fucked.

Wordlessly, you rushed up the stairs and quickly went to the bathroom to get ready. You then undressed, leaving your clothes in a pile by the door and laid on the bed, trying to get comfortable but somehow remain sexy.

Exactly two minutes later the door to your bedroom flew open and John barged in. He had undone his button up shirt and was throwing it on the floor. He undid his belt and looped it around his hand. The button of his jeans was undone which gave you a peak of what his happy trail led to.

“Turn around.” he said, his eyes were burning with desire.

You obeyed and laid on your stomach, your ass in the air. He stepped towards you, his hand feeling the smooth of your ass, and his belt smacked against you - hard. You whimpered and clenched your thighs, already feeling that primal urge.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to walk. You will have to stay in bed all day like the useless slut you are... I’ll fuck you all day too until you are so sore you will beg me to stop...” he smacked you again. “Until you can no longer take my cock.” you moaned, eager to feel him in you.

You heard as he spat in his hand and let out a sigh as he slipped a finger into you. The soft sigh quickly turned a gasp as he shoved two more fingers into you, not bothering to escalate slowly and directly jumping to three fingers. You closed your thighs and he smacked you with the belt. This time it was much harder, the noise filled the room.

“Fuck!” you groaned.

“Shut the fuck up, whore. Who let you talk? Did I fucking give you permission?” you remained silent but he smacked you again. “Did I fucking give you permission?!” you shook your head. His voice was loud and commanding.

“That’s what I thought.” he had lowered himself, you felt his breath fan out against your ass, the air making your ass sting. You were sure that tomorrow you would find belt-shaped marks.

“I’ve been around fucking morons all day, thinking about fucking you. It was unbearable. I don’t know what was worse, Paul’s whinny voice or my boner.” you bit your lip, his fingers were curling inside you.

His thumb went to your clit and he began to pleasure you there too. You spread your legs, eager to feel him everywhere, and grabbed the sheets.

“I want to hear you moan my name.” he said as he planted a kiss on your ass. “Now.”

You obeyed and opened your mouth. Your moans poured out like water shooting out of a dam. You moaned his name and yelled as his belt came down against your ass again. His fingers slipped out of you and you begged him to put them back where they belonged but John ignored you. You heard the ruffle of clothes as he threw his pants and underwear across the room and yelled again as he slammed into you without warning.

His thrusts and hard from the get go, giving you no time to adjust. He grabbed your hair and yanked it back, pulling you against him. He attacked your neck, biting and sucking, and grabbed your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples.

You turned your head to kiss him but he pushed you down. He slammed into you, making you yell out in a mix of pain and pleasure, and smacked your ass with his hand. He pressed your head further into the mattress as his cock reached deeper into you. Tears were beginning to roll down your cheeks.

In one quick movement he slid out of you and spun you around. Your eyes fell on his face and you nearly came right there. His hair was messy and his were sharp. He tugged you down and slammed back into you. His hand slid up your stomach and chest and rested around your throat.

Your legs were spread wide open and you had a direct view of his cock sliding in and out of you. You moaned and John tightened his grip around your throat. He was close, you could tell by his movements.

His fingers went between you legs and he began rapidly playing with your clit. You moaned his name making him cum. He pressed into you, as deep as he could go, and dragged you into an orgasm with him. He rode you out, pushing his cum further into you, before collapsing on top of you in a sweaty mess, his cock still deep inside you.

Your thighs ached but you ached for more of him.

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