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littleflower-426 · 8 months
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John Lennon in help! (1965)
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little-flower-2 · 5 months
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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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thebeatles-world · 6 months
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I will always love the Beatles until the day I die. I would be in my 80s and listening to “Girl.” By The Beatles in my room at the nursing home and still be madly in love with all of them.
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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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Say The Word (the Beatles say 'I love you' for the first time)
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Good afternoon to everyone except me, who cannot write to save my life. I came up with this idea randomly after laughing at a sign that said "puzzels", I will not elaborate. I am also listsning to "Girl" as I write this, so I am feeling ✨️something✨️ lol. Enjoy!
John
John Lennon, loud and boisterous as he may be, is very reserved about some things
The phrase "I love you" is one of them
You absolutely said it to him first
Every time you say it, he simply smiles and chuckles a bit
After a while, you stop saying it because you don't want to make him uncomfortable
That's when he realizes he loves you
He takes about a week and a half to work up the courage and wrestle with his thoughts before
"Birdie?" You hum a response. "I love you, birdie!"
You turn around and stare at him for a moment and he says it again
"I love you so much, birdie!"
Your mouth turns up into a big grin
"I love you too, Johnny"
Paul
Paul waits a bit to test the waters
You've probably gone on about three or four dates
He definitely says it first
You're on another date, at a carnival
He's watching you with stars in his eyes as you play a game
When you win, he shouts, "Oh, I love you!"
Both of you sort of freeze before he says, "I do. I love you, Y/N."
You smile at him and kiss him gently
"I love you more, Macca"
It then turns into a battle of who loves who more that ends in a long kiss, a messy bed, and a pillow fight
George
George says a lot of things as a joke
On about your third date, you had jokingly said, "You know you love me!"
"I love you" was one of them
Not really sure which of you says it first
To which he had let out a long hum before replying, "Yes, I do."
Neither of you thought much of it
A few months after, you're both cuddling on the couch, watching telly
George leans over and kisses the top of your head. "You know I mean it, right?"
You quirk an eyebrow and he continues, "You know I mean it when I say I love you"
You smile a little and kiss him "I love you too, Georgie"
Ringo
Ritchie, try as he might, falls head over heels very easily
You are no exception
Definitely says it first
After your first date, he walks you to your door
"I love you, Y/N!"
You sort of giggle, confused, and say, "Goodnight, Rich"
No matter if you say it back or not, he always makes sure you know
"I love you, honey!"
Eventually, you finally realize you return the feeling
The look on his face when you say it back is priceless
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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
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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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pebblewritesj · 1 year
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Pretty Hippie
George met a girl once.
The last they saw each other, they had a one night stand and spent the whole week together, until one day she had to leave. Years later, she finally gets to him again. Though things have changed, their hearts are still in the same place.
An excerpt from my upcoming story, 'Norwegian Wood', where a roadie, Courtney Lindsay, meets The Beatles while working for The Rolling Stones on tour. She and George Harrison hit it off, quickly finding themselves closer than most.
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"You're back.”
George stared in awe at the woman who stood before him at the front door, watching with wide eyes was she smiled and nodded, "I am." she confirmed.
She wore a pretty long sundress, one he hadn't seen before, the shoes she was wearing made her taller but he couldn't see them due to the length of the dress. She looked the same as when they last saw each other, there was only little things different about her. New freckles on her face that hadn't been there before, maybe she'd been spending some time out in the sun. God knew what she was doing these days.
He stared for a moment longer before finally lunging towards her, pulling her into a tight embrace, "You're really back, I thought I'd never see you again." he said, his voice horse.
Courtney laughed, returning the gesture as he swayed their bodies left and right, finally pulling back and inviting her in, moving to the side, "Come in." he nodded.
She smiled and walked inside, he closed the door and followed her to the living room, "What have you been doing?" he asked, sitting down on the couch next to her as she looked around the new environment. He stared at her from behind, looking over the open back of her dress, she'd cut her hair.
"Aren't you gonna ask how I found you?" She asked, he laughed and nodded, "I guess that would be the better question."
She laughed, "The papers tell a lot these days." she said, George nodding, "I know, it's scary."
A second of silence passed before George continued, "Do you want anything? I could get you a cuppa, I--"
She interrupted him, shaking her head, "No, I'm fine."
He chuckled, laying back in his seat and taking a moment to process things. It was really her. It must've been three years, maybe longer, but he still remembered everything like it was yesterday.
"It's good you came today, I leave on tour in a few days." He said, his voice cracking several times as he spoke. Courtney's eyebrows furrowed, "Are you ill?" she asked, George thinking before nodding in response.
"Laryngitis." He said, she nodded, "I've had that before, hurts like hell."
He nodded in agreement, "Hurts even worse when you have to make a whole album with it, and then the critics talk about how you sounded like some sort of smoking priest."
Courtney laughed, "I thought you did very well. I didn't think it was too preachy, did they?"
He shook his head, "It's all they talked about, they hate that sort of talk." he waved off with a shrug, "I don't care, really."
Courtney nodded, "They're all talk, they wouldn't be able to do any of the things you have." she said, George pursing his lips and looking away as he listened to her words, her voice was so nice to hear after so long.
"I feel like it's been so long since I last saw you." Courtney said, breaking the silence. George pursed his lips, "It has, far too long. Longer than you said it'd be." He said, the last few words having a certain bitterness to them.
"Things came up." She said, avoiding eye contact with him out of pure shame. He continued to watch her, trying to read her mind, figure out what was bothering her other than the obvious guilt tapping at her brain. He wondered how many events in each others life they must've missed, if he knew how differently he was living compared to the last time they saw each other.
"Things came up? Do you know how many times I tried to call? How many times I tried to find you?" He said, shaking his head with a face of disbelief, "It's hard to be angry, too. It's like now that you're here, everything's just like it was years go."
She chuckled dryly, "Well it's not, and yes, things came up." she paused, leaning closer to him, "It'll never be the same. You'd never even begin to guess the things I've been through since then.”
George looked over her expression, his eyes looking over every part of her. She felt vulnerable under his gaze, though she looked at him just the same as she sat back in her spot, "You're brave, coming here. You know Pattie doesn't like you." he told her, she shrugged, "I don't care."
"You know I hate when you two talk, as well." he said, leaning his head forward as she nodded, "I don't care if she calls me ugly, Geo, I care that it's her man that I'm after. That's not something I'm proud of. It is ugly."
She was taken aback when he began to chuckle, shaking his head, "She's been going off with some other man. She can't say anything about it anymore."
He watched as Courtney's eyes widened, "Who?" she asked, he shrugged, "I've been having suspicions of Clapton for about a year now."
He couldn't help but chuckle as her eyes got even wider, "Holy shit, you're joking." she said, watching as he shook his head, "Don't go spreading that around." he told her. She shook her head, facial expression still the same as she put her hand over her heart, "I would never, I know better, but you're being serious? You're not playing me?"
George shook his head again, "I don't play around like this, Court, you know that."
Courtney sat still before adjusting her position, "Christ, meanwhile you're going out with some old nobody. How's it feel?"
He laughed, shaking his head, "That's not how I feel, it feels more Dylan and Sedgwick to me." he said, watching as she laughed and shook her head, "I'm no Edie, I wish I looked like her."
He rolled his eyes at her words, "You're beautiful, always have been, since the first time I saw you I thought you were one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen." he praised. She pursed her lips, looking away as her face turned a deep shade of red.
"I never did like cliches, you know." She said, he nodded, holding eye contact as she finally looked back at him.
He nodded, "I know. That's what I love about you, you're so simple, but so complicated. I still haven't got you figured out." he said, inching closer to her as he adjusted his position next to her, "A simple way to put it; I can never figure out what the hell is wrong with you." he chuckled, she laughed along with him.
"You look so good." She said, looking over his faced after a bit of silence had passed, "The mustache really suits you. The hair, too." she observed, the man trying to overcome his common nerves as she looked over his features.
"You too, though you haven't changed at all. Only your hair got shorter." He observed, bravely moving his left hand behind her band to feel at the ends of her hair. She blushed, nodding, she could feel the cold of his wedding ring brush against her back, "I had to cut it. People don't like hippies anymore, they just call you dirty.”
He chuckled, "You were such a pretty hippie." he said, moving his hand back to his side as she snickered along with him.
"You are a pretty hippie." She laughed, putting emphasis on 'are'.
The two laughed together on the sofa, going silent for a bit, "Do you still like me?" Courtney asked, "Like, as a person."
He sat in silence, his lips parting as he looked down at the glistening wedding ring on his fingers. She followed his gaze, taking his hand to observe the band, "It's pretty, you know. I've never really looked at it before."
"I could take a guess as to why. Are you trying to make yourself feel better? It doesn't make me feel better." He said, she shook her head, "No, I'll never feel good about it. I just want to know if you still like me, Geo."
He shook his head, "Of course I still like you. I love you, remember?" he said, his words quiet but clear. The two sat back on the couch, slowly realizing amidst the silence just how close they were to one another.
That's when she kissed him.
George immediately kissed back, running his hands through her hair and pulling her closer. She did the same, he let out an involuntary groan as she tugged at his hair, she chuckled through the kiss. He took his right hand out of her hair, moving it to her back, before finally pulling away for air.
"Go lock the front door."
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beiasluv · 2 years
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Imagine being the Beatles’ little sister (+modern au!)
A/N: call me weird if you would 💀 I adore the 20s version of an 80s rocks stars.
Enjoy!
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You are probably Paul‘s little sister
The first time that you know your brother is in a band, your mind was blown
How can this silly older brother of yours become a soon-to-be rock star
Of course, your brother was not the one who told you. He would never bring you into this mess.
“Paul, why didn't you tell me you're in a band?” “That's bloody ridiculous and amazing,” you rested your body against the wall.
“Well, you see those lads? They'll bring you to dangerous things that I...don’t want you to get,” he scratched his head.
“Then, why are you hanging out with them?” “Pleasee, just let me see you perform, you don’t want your little sister to see how talented you are?” you give him the puppy’s look.
“I’ll consider it, you bean,” he pats your head.
The bands did not know Paul had a little sister, either. Their minds were blown.
John would tease Paul to date you, but Paul declined heavily.
“Paulie got a little sister?!” John fake gasped.
“You should show her around since you’ll be here for a while,” Ringo wiggled his eyebrows. “Right, George?”
“Uh..yeah”
“Never, she’ll stay far from you lads as long as it is possible.”
“Alright, I say, lads, let’s go have dinner at Paul’s house!” John laughed.
“You Wankers!”
You finally met the Beatles and get along with them pretty well.
John was the one who opened up the most. He’ll talk to you about little things.
Ringo and George need a little time to get used to you.
Meeting with them is like having three more older brothers.
I’ll say… the bug boys’ biggest strength is not schoolwork.
They’ll teach you how to play different instruments. Sometimes, you join in their jam sessions.
George is very passionate about food with you. You are the only one he is happy to share food with.
They are very protective of you, how you dress, and who are you dating.
The Beatles are on tour and, of course, Paul has to drag you along with them with the excuse of “emotional support little sister.”
The boys will fight on the plane for who gets to sits with you.
“She’s my sister, of course, I sit with her!”
“No, you sit with her last time, it's my turn,” John refused.
“No, it's mine,” Ringo walks toward the chair but was taken back by Paul.
“It's okay, lads, I'll sit with George.”
You’ll help out with doing their hair and makeup. (especially for Paul)
“No, y/n, girls will like it like this,” he grabs the brush.
“Come on, Paul, you think I will make my brother look uglier?”
“Of course!” he said. you paused and laughed.
“Okay, okay, at least I want the best for my brother now.” you grab the brush and fix his hair.
“Y/N! help me with my hairr,” John teased.
“Coming!”
Most of the time, you’ll get left out during the after-parties, but George and Ringo will always check on you.
Ringo would dance while sitting with you.
George would sit and comforts you anytime. He’ll make sure to go for Paul after the party for leaving his little sister.
They are bunkers for you to the paparazzis
During one interview, Ringo let out your name and the fans went mad.
Who is this girl’s name they have mentioned?
Paul was quite angry, he intended to keep his sister out of the spotlight as long as he could.
They would receive threats from fans sent directly to the Beatles.
Many “To Y/N”s letters were appearing on your dining table. Paul unknowingly brought it home, for seeing your name, he wished he never did.
At first, you read them and soon you leave them piling on the table.
Some letters appeared at the studio while you were with them.
“Y/n? A letter for you,” George hands you an envelope.
“Oh, just leave it,” your face saddened.
“What’s wrong? You know you can tell me, right?” he holds your shoulder. You shake your head, “Please tell me what’s wrong?”
“They are death threats from the fans, George, they want me dead!” you cried into his chest.
“What?! How come! Ringo!” “It’s alright, dove, we’ll manage this out.”
Ringo apologized to you and in the end, you guys did a group hug.
They cheered you up by burning all the letters together. (ahem, Harry Potter)
In one interview, they decided to end this commotion. Obviously, most of the questions involved who y/n is.
“We’ve received many cards about the name y/n, so who is she?" the interviewer raised his mic.
“She is my sister and I want no more people sending death threats to her.”
“If we found out who you are, you’ll receive a lovely sue from us,” George steals the mic.
“Period,” said John.
modern au!
The Beatles are the meme lords of the time.
Your photo album is filled with their selfies.
You have to teach them how to use Instagram and Twitter.
Your personal tiktok became the Beatles’ tiktok because they are too lazy to create their own and like to steal your phone more.
You’ll dance, and out of nowhere, Ringo or John will join in. Paul and George will take the phone away because they said it's “inappropriate.”
They'll start Instagram lives just to argue with each other
Johnlemon has started an Instagram live with Georgehairyson
The Beatles arguing on Twitter.
“You Wankers!”- Paul Macandcheese. Twitted from iPod
If you like it any interactions would be appreciated, if not critics are open.
Today is a great day to take care of yourself!
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rock band au
Mizu and Ringo drag Akemi and Taigen into their garage band. I think they'd spend most of their time fighting over what music to play
Mizu plays bass guitar, Ringo plays drums, Taigen plays guitar, Akemi plays keyboard
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Can you do a fic with John in 1965 ish maybe earlier where he just needs a little comfort or something fluffy but also a bit angsty. Love your work so far!
Thank you!! Idk how to feel about this one but I hope you enjoy!! 🙌🙌
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‘I love you the way you are.’
John Lennon x Reader
Summary: John has been oddly quiet, so you pay him a visit to cheer him up.
Warnings: John being sad
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John had been quiet recently. He had started distancing himself from the band, and you. Which everyone found strange. Every time you approached him he would simply shrug his shoulders. You, along with everyone else, began to worry. His usual upbeat funny attitude was gone. You needed to talk to him.
Which is where you find yourself now, standing nervously by the door to his flat.
“John?” You called out. No answer. You had already knocked four times. Running low on patience, you eyed the doorbell before deciding to ring it.
Relief washed over you when the door locks began to make noises. The door swung open, revealing a disheveled John in a pair of sweats and an old T-shirt. You smiled.
“Mind if I come in?” You hesitantly asked. “I’ve been wanting to speak to you.” John hummed and moved aside. You walked in staying at the entrance as he closed to door. “You can have a seat on the couch.” He said. You nodded, following him over to his little living area.
You sat down opposite from him. He remained facing forward while you turned to look at him.
“John,” you started “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” He sat there, motionless and quiet. “John-“
“Do you think I’m fat?” He asked suddenly. You have him a confused look. “What- why would you think something like that?” He reached for a newspaper sitting on the side table before tossing it to you. It was flipped to a page in which the header read, ‘The fat Beatle?’. The entire article was people criticizing John's weight in comparison to the others.
You looked up sadly. “John, you’re not fat.” You stated quietly. He finally turned to look at you, his eyes sad. “You have to admit I’ve put on a little weight. Haven’t I?” He questioned. You frowned. “So? Even if you have that doesn’t make you fat. You’re perfectly healthy John.”
He stared at you. Quiet again. “And handsome.” You added after a surge of courage washed through you. His cheeks faintly turned pink and he turned away. You two sat in silence for what felt like hours. Deciding your visit was up, you stood, heading for the door. Before you could leave though, you felt something grab your wrist. You turned to see John, his eyes wide as he stared at you. He let go and straightened his posture.
“Do you actually think I’m handsome?” He asked. His voice now back to its normal volume. It was your turn to blush now as you nodded. He smiled. “Well, I think you’re very pretty.” He said matter-of-factly. The blush on your cheeks darkened as you took a step closer to John. “Yeah?” You asked. “Yeah.” He smiled. You gently pressed a kiss to his cheek. You finally turned to the door, opened it, and stepped out. “Feel free to visit anytime!” John called after you.
You smiled as you shut the door. “I will.” You said to yourself.
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I have been waiting for a John request I love writing for him 🙌🙌 just an fyi I might close my requests soon so I can work on some longer works of my own 🙌🙌
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Free Bird: Part 2
Here's part one
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''Wait, Geo please wait...'' You shouted as you ran. You saw George unlocking his car.
''I need to tell you something!!!'' You shouted at the top of your lungs. It drew George's attention to you.
"Listen, I'm not trying to cause trouble." My words ought to have remained silent.'' George begin before you interrupted him.
George, no. You've always been the one.. You have always been my first love and I have loved you unconditionally. I will always remember you. I adore you and you alone. I have always loved you and you alone, therefore I will quickly bring you back if need be."" You said, telling him how you really feel.
"Please don't say that, Y/N." George whispered, his eyes gullible.
"George, you understand that this is the reality… Just be honest, please.'' you pleaded.
"I swear, I didn't mean to ruin your marriage," George exclaimed.
I have never loved the person who proposed to me. Geo, I've always loved you. I have always," you replied.
You went on, "Can't you see that?" I have loved you and will always love you.''
George kissed you on the lips and remarked, "I always had feelings for you too, Y/N."
You returned the kiss. "George, I've always loved you."
''Get in my car, quick, before the fangirls arrive,'' George urged.
You nodded and climbed into George's vehicle. George sped off.
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While George was driving, you remained silent. He appeared to be driving far away.
You were shocked to learn that you had canceled your wedding to be with George.
You felt no regret at all.
George drove for an extensive length of time before coming to a beautiful beach.
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As you gazed at the shore, you said to George, "Oh, this is beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you love." George told you.
You blushed.
You and George both exit out of the car.
You grabbed George's hand.
George grasped your hand back.
''You know what, it feels good to not have any fans." George said to you.
''Yeah, it does seem that way.'' You agreed.
George and you kept strolling hand in hand along the beach.
George and you both had similar experiences when you two dated different people. Since he and Pattie lost feelings for each other, they drifted apart. When George and Pattie broke up, you were there for him.
When you caught your partner cheating on you with a woman named Wanda, George was there for you. After finding out, you spend the night at George's place, while your fiancé thought you were spending the night at your best friend's house. When you cried to George about this, he comforted you and held you in his arms.
George was the sweetest guy you ever met plus dated in the past. The fact that you two remain friends despite the split was nice to know, even if it was on and off due to Pattie and your fiancé, who didn't seem to be comfortable with you two having remained friends.
You and George continued to walk along the beach listening to the seagulls and waves.
''Hey Y/N? Though I hadn't planned on this happening, I always imagine this moment sometimes…'' George suddenly said. You were given a kiss on the forehead as he stopped in his tracks.
''Yes, Geo?' You asked as you looked into his beautiful brown eyes with a smile on your face.
''This is something I have always wanted to do. When I first fell in love with you, I knew I was in love with you forever. You were the first girl I ever felt passionate about. Having you in my life made everything better. You inspire me to be a better person. The only thing I could think about when we broke up was that I would lose you forever and this time I'll make sure that I don't lose you forever. I'll make sure of it.'' George said as tears began to spring to his eyes.
''George, I'm still here silly. I won't go anywhere.'' You giggled a bit as you wipe his tears away.
''Like what I mean is, I'm still here in your life and I already know how you feel about me George. I feel the same way about you.'' You smiled softly at him.
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Listen… darling… what I am trying to say is…'' George got down on one knee in front of you and pulled out the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever seen. "Y/N L/N Will you be my wife? Will you marry me?" George asked.
You looked around the beach in shock and then back at George. You nodded, tears of joy streaming down your face. George put the ring on your finger, and you two embraced in a passionate kiss.
''While I know it was a bad thing for me to propose to you after you left your wedding and ex-husband, I just couldn't wait any longer. My heart belonged to you. George mumbled through the kiss you shared. You and George were kissing nonstop.
''George, stop talking. I've always loved you. "You are my heart," you whispered as your lips brushed against his.
''I promise to never let you go my dear.'' George said as he picked you up and spun you around. "I am so glad I finally have you baby, and I cannot wait to become Mrs. Harrison.".
You and George could feel the joy and love in the air, and you two knew that this was meant to be. You and George were meant to be together. You both vowed to stay together through thick and thin, no matter what life threw your way.
As soon as you and George became husband and wife, you guys promised that the two of you would love each other and cherish every moment together.
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'Let me take you down'
London, '66
Summary: John and Paul see the same so John and Paul share the same (you).
Word count: 3,054
Tags: Smut, Threesome, Unrequited Love
The lounge was adorned with light, drugs, and music. The holy trinity of joy.
The light was more a metaphorical one. But no one had caught your eye, personally.
You had caught a few though.
Through your peripheral vision, you saw John Lennon slightly sauntering towards you.
A cig in hand, flirtation on standby and a smile that would make most of his thirteen-year-old army piss themselves with happiness.
Finally, you thought to yourself. 
He can now stop undressing you with his eyes or making passing comments.
You knew he wanted you, you've known that for a while now. 
You also know of his other half, his bandmate, Paul. He gives you eyes as well.
But you try not to pay Paul any romantic mind because he gouges his eyes out for any woman he sees anyways.
"Well 'ello love." John speaks in a chipper tone, he sits beside you, not even asking if the seat is taken.
His cockiness shines through as he rubs against you, you turn fully to look at him.
"John." You don't give anything up, you won't make it easy.
"Why so quiet tonight, hm?" He strokes your chin, he seems disappointed you aren't on your knees from the first hello. 
You scoffed, "Quiet? We've been speaking for seconds John." 
"Ye know wha' I mean.." He rolls his eyes, he didn't like how dismissive you were sometimes.
John always had a simple philosophy of flirt then fuck, which clearly didn't seem to work a hundred percent of the time.
"Why's a bird like you, 'ere alone?" How classic.
"Because I came here alone."
"Well, no shit."
"Don't get rude."
"Not gettin' rude lovely." He took a puff of his cig.
A voice interrupted your little squabble, it was a familiar one, "I reckon he's tryin' to call ya beautiful."
You saw the charming face that matched.
"Which ya are by the way," Paul added with a smirk.
He stood before you both. His hair was dishevelled and he smelled delicious. 
"Alrigh' McCharmly she gets it, fuckin' 'ell." John spoke with an acute bitterness in his tone. He wasn't prepared to let you go yet, especially not to Paul.
"Ha, well, anyways I came here to ask if yous wanted to smoke some grass."
So that's what that aroma was, the one that hypnotized you to no end.
And 'yous'. He wanted you both.
As much as you preferred Paul's company over John's, you were intrigued by this offer of having both of them at the same time, smoking.
"Wha', you wanna smoke 'ere?" John questioned.
"Not really, follow me." Paul palmed your hand in his with a warm smile as John placed his hand on your back possessively.
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They both ushered you through the bar area upstairs, into some sort of chamber.
It was abundantly less lively than the former and had harmonious jazz playing in the background as opposed to some soft rock.
Everyone looked like they were on something, good and bad. You felt intimidated. John and Paul knew this scene more than you, even though you came to the lounge often.
"Welcome!" Paul began, "Make yerselves at home I suppose, I'll be back."
You and John were oddly close on the sofa. Physically because his arm was loosely around your waist and emotionally because his eyes were intensely on yours.
Maybe it was the music, the lighting, or his flirting that made you yearn for more than just his gaze.
He took your chin in his fingers, "Yer beautiful, ye know that?"
"Do you need me to know that?"
"I'll tell you every day if I can."
John shifted his head, it was on a tilt as if he was going to kiss you. You were happy to oblige, but a vigorous Paul interrupted you both. Again.
He strode in with a plastic baggy filled with weed, rolling paper, and a bottle of Jack Daniels. This could be an undoubtedly long night.
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Paul placed himself beside you, now you were nicely in between the pair. 
"We'll share one blunt and do a pass around." John affirmed.
"Yeah, an' Y/N will roll 'em 'cause she has tiny, cute fingers." You adored the way Paul tickled your hands after saying that. You sent him a smile and he sat back, hand tracing circles on your back.
You didn't smoke weed often but didn't find it hard to roll the blunt.
"Good girl." John whispered, giving you a smirk.
"Have a light?" You asked no one in particular.
"Sure thing." 
Paul reached into his pocket and fished out a light, he held the blunt between your lips childishly and held your jaw as it lit.
You took in a puff and immediately felt inundated with pleasure and simultaneous dizziness.
You sat down but felt like you were stumbling on a circus wire. You turned to John and Paul, their faces were now just attractive blurs.
You cleared your throat heavily after inhaling more.
"Ladies first." John chuckled.
"Easy there, you ok?" Paul asked patting your back.
"Absolutely sublime." You sneer whilst inhaling even more. You could feel your face getting hot and your vision getting more skewed.
You had enough and passed it on to Paul. This was nothing new and as he took a puff he looked at you with contentment.
His hand was still on your back, rubbing up and down. 
He passed the blunt onto John.
He held your shoulders and began with a lustrous look in his eyes, "I want to kiss ya, lemme kiss ya Y/N?"
You could only nod in response before Paul lay a warm kiss on your lips, his tongue exploring yours as he replaced John's arm with his.
"Slag." John mumbled.
Your noses touched, your tongues tasted and your chests collided as Paul kept his devoted pace.
John watched you and Paul make out whilst longingly taking swigs from the whiskey.
John was watching with a peculiar fixation. He loved the way you groaned as Paul bit your lip, he loved the way you squirmed with each wet kiss.
This was peculiarly turning him on.
Paul met John's eyes for a moment whilst in the middle of necking on with you.
He felt bad for the fella, he was in this cuckold, which wasn't a cuckold because John isn't with you, but still.
Paul stopped kissing you, you sighed craving more of him.
"Can I share ya?" Paul mused to your bewilderment.
"Hm?"
"Sorry, I meant can we share ya?"
"Hm-".
You were overwhelmed with such a flabbergasting joke. You were stopped in your tracks by such a crude joke.
Or?
Was Paul asking for a ménage à trois right now?
John sniggered from beside you, "He's not good with his words, is he? It seems like he wants a threesome, well- we." 
This was convenient. You could all find somewhere private, knew each other well and were as horny as it seems.
Paul spoke, "Ya know, ya really don't have-" 
"I want to." Your eagerness came out as you interrupted him to accept.
Paul put on a grin. He had you where he wanted you.
"We'll take this somewhere more private after you neck on with John."
You did somewhat like John. And you supposed he would have fucked you eventually, but certainly not in this circumstance.
Paul playfully pushed your head towards John's and whispered, "C'mon baby ya know ya want to, I see the way ya look at him."
Before you could even formulate a response, John was already on you. He grasped the back of your head and immediately placed his lips on yours.
His tongue and teeth collided with yours, you could taste each drop of whiskey on him.
Paul smoked and watched with lidded eyes.
John gripped your waist with both hands, his kissing was passionate and abrasive. He groaned, he was properly getting off to this. He got rougher, pushing you into the sofa.
"Alrigh', alrigh' don't kill 'er." Paul cracked up whilst separating you both.
Paul's kiss contrasted with John's. Your lips felt all puffy after John, he looked at you smugly. You couldn't tell the difference between John making you dizzy and what you were smoking.
Paul's task was over and the men on either side of you gave each other a knowing look.
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You all rushed down the stairs quicker than a blink.
They were all over you the moment the driver set his eyes on the road. You didn't care if the driver was watching, or hearing. You had two pairs of hands on you. Yanks and grabs were all you felt the whole way through. Paul was in one ear and John was in the other.
Paul attacked your neck with smooches and sucks, you giggled girlishly at the feel. 
John buried his face in your breasts and all but tried to leave marks on your chest.
You felt their hands travel down further, like waist down further. You halted their efforts to dually finger you in the back of some car and cautiously mumbled, "Later, later.."
A triad of soft moans and silly giggles continuously echoed in the car, you were sure the driver was sick of you all now.
"Are we nearly there yet?" You said dramatically.
"We arrived minutes ago you daft girl." John laughed.
Jesus, now you were dazed.
Paul began, "Shall we?"
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The driver didn't bother to say goodbye and drove off with a scowl.
You all sounded hysterical whilst rushing to Paul's hotel room.
The hallway was closing in on you. Paul had his key in hand and fumbled with the lock, John had your ass in his. 
"Any slower McCharmly?" You jested.
"I'll go faster when it's convenient Y/N." 
With his dirty quip and the push of a door, you eventually entered.
Before you could even close the door behind you the duo was still all over you. You felt so many hands it was as if you were crowd surfing. They were taking small bits of clothing off, like ties and shoes, and somehow still found focus on you.
"We aren't even on the bed yet you animals." You whined.
"I'll 'ave ye anywhere." John retorted.
"A bed? Let's get on the bed then princess." Paul cooed, bringing you up to your feet properly.
You couldn't even get on the bed without feeling gropes and pinches all over you. You got on top of the thing and slouched back, in a relaxed position.
Paul made his way on top of you and John got on the side, laying by you. 
Paul confidently took off your articles of clothing. He carelessly tossed your heels on the floor and began working to get your tights and skirt off.
John almost immediately mouthed you in that same rough manner again. He held onto the back of your head, making sure you wouldn't pull back. He took his kiss lower, to your jaw. Lower, to your neck. Lower, to your chest. He dragged your shirt up, so eager to have a taste he couldn't even pause to unhook your bra.
He sucked and fondled your breasts. You let out chortled moans as the ticklish splendour of him using his teeth to nibble and his tongue to swirl drove you over the edge.
"Fuck John-" You seized his hair in your hands, raking through it, drawing him closer. He swapped sides and moved onto the other breast.
The way your body writhed as John sucked you off made it fidgety for Paul to get your bottom half off. He managed in the end and wasted no time in taking an interest in your silk panties.
"Ooo, these are pretty... pretty Y/N.." He marvelled, tracing a maddening thumb over your clit.
As John proceeded with his kissing assault to your top half, Paul took his head to your lower regions. He licked your clit through the panties and teasingly gave it a kiss. 
Then you felt Paul pull your panties aside. He slipped a finger into you and began a come-hither motion inside of you whilst also giving you little flicks with his tongue.
You frolicked around in ecstasy, you were reaching a boiling point from having both successes on your cunt at the same time. You could've cum from this alone, but you comprehended this was going to be a long night.
Your moans only rose louder, they turned into cries, you could feel yourself pulsing. Paul is damned good with his mouth. 
He moved his head off you, leaving you wet and wanting. John also did the same, looking down on you triumphantly.
"Oh Paul...Oh John..." You sighed pleasantly.
The two gave each other another knowing look, you rolled your eyes, "What is it this time?" You flirted.
"Nothin' love, we're jus'...wonderin' ya know." Paul spoke back.
"Wondering about what?" You mused, turning on your stomach.
"How good ya are.." Paul whispered.
"How good I am what?" You question, confused.
John suddenly mocked, "Bloody 'ell Paul, carn't stop speakin' in bloody metaphors can ye?" 
"Awe, I think he's just a bit muddled from what he had earlier Johnny." You tittered.
Paul interrupted, "Righ' I'll get to the point then shall I? We wanna take ya from both ends." 
"You don't have to present everything like a business proposition Paulie." You laughed, getting into a doggy position. 
"Ya are our business Y/N." John enunciated. 
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Their positions were determined. Paul was behind you and John lay on his back in front of you. You got in between his legs, lowered down on your elbows, and greeted his clothed cock with a kiss.
You could feel him growing stiff as you worked to pull down his trousers, then his boxers.
Before Paul could put anything in, he was working to get fully naked.
John would have preferred fucking you from behind but he felt like the guest star, being all lounged back, receiving attention from your mouth.
You got his trousers off, then his boxers, you received a happy welcome. 
He met your eyes and snatched your hair in his hands. "Yer beautiful...so beautiful..." John murmured, stroking a thumb across your lips. 
"Isn't she." Paul chirped in, guiding his cock towards your entrance, in a reverie, all imperceptive and seductive. 
You practically shivered at the intention, his first thrust was unreal, different to any cock you had felt before, maybe because it was him. 
His cock naturally felt more distinct than his fingers. Its thickness caressed your vaginal canal and provided tinges to your G-spot via the tip. 
He sped up the moment he got that first feel, moving you forward before you could even fit the latter into your mouth, the impulsive movement causing you to brush your face against his cock as opposed to sucking. 
"Mmmph, mmm." Paul moaned. 
"Fuck- fuck-" was all you could muster as John watched in amusement. He gave himself a few tugs before discovering great solace in your lips. 
He bobbed you up and down, vulgarisms rang from his mouth as you wrapped your lips around the top inches and used your hands to trace what your throat wasn't handling. 
"Fuckin' 'ell Y/N...fuckin' 'ell...keep goin' baby, jus' like tha'..." John's head lulled back in fulfilment, he honoured you to high heaven and was for the time thankful Paul was here, as every thrust he gave you caused your moans to vibrate onto his cock. 
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You were all moaning messes, utterly void of any emotion apart from pleasure and whatever emotion you would call being under the influence. 
You were being rag-dolled back and forth and wished for every bit of it. 
John's hand got tighter but his once consistent up-and-down movement got sloppier, his hips moved up lightly, trying to get as much of you on his cock as humanely possible. 
He was balls deep within your mouth, you were taking in a nose full of his pubic hair. "Yer goin' to make me cum- Jesus Christ Y/N!" His words were still riddled with praise and hastiness as his free hand palmed your tits. He grunted as each movement he made caused the sensitive tip to touch the back of your throat. 
You relished in providing John pleasure. 
Paul had only gotten harsher, the space was mainly filled with the moist sounds of Paul penetrating you, the viscosity you two had produced felt mouthwatering.
"Ya like it when I go faster don't ya? Tell Paulie you like it when he goes faster." He uttered. 
His strokes were paired with that voice off his and as he arrived close, he all but cooed, "Like tha' Y/N? Like tha' baby?"
You turned your head back at him for a moment, he greeted you with a cocky, yet lovely smile. His hair was all messy and he was flushed with colour. 
You could feel him precisely hitting and caring for every nerve inside of you, with his hands tugging on your hips and his pelvis meeting your ass.
And as much as you rasped out John's name, you couldn't help but pull him out of your mouth, only subtly, just to stammer out Paul's. 
You felt an exhilaration coming from all senses. John let out a definitive moan, finally releasing into the back of your throat. The consistency made you feel naughty, you spat some back out only to lick it off his cock again, the slight overstimulation drove him mad, "Shit- fuck...Y/N...slag..." 
Almost on command, Paul did the same. You felt his cum shooting into you, a liquid bullet. He moved in slightly, shoving his semen to the innermost part of you, moaning yeahs and ooos. 
He trembled as you clenched around him. 
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Paul changed positions off of you and so did John. You all looked like orgasmic chaos. 
You felt hit with weakness after that, you signalled to them that maybe it was time to rest. 
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You were in between them. Paul spooned you, seemingly falling asleep the fastest, probably because he smoked the most. 
John was facing you, muttering sweet whatevers and giving you smooches along your chest. 
It's as if your souls intertwined with one another as you all simultaneously climaxed, you pondered. 
"I love you." You whispered to no one specifically.
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