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i will literally never get over this because what was he doing all that for

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We hear ad nauseam about Paul and George’s “fight” during Let It Be/Get Back but nowhere near enough about their beautiful tender exchanges like this one:

G: They sell boots that high, but not that tight, and not particularly leather, maybe softer. Groovy ones like, you know those Afghan coats, they’re embroidered, I’ve got boots like that, but the slippers, the slippers feel at home. And it is great, you just tuck your pants in.

P: You want boots of those? Yeah, I’ve got boots of them.

G: You know where you get them?

P: Yeah, you get them off me (gentle laughter).

I’ll give you them, I’ll never wear them.

G: Do you want to hear the song I wrote last night?

It’s just a very short one, called I Me Mine.

P: Yes

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i like to call this set; feet on the floor? i hardly know her!

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twink death to beautiful butch rebirth

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♫⋆｡ The iconic attic photoshoot which features George Harrison and John Lennon. Located in Hamburg, Germany in 1962, in Stuart Sutcliffe’s Art Studio, photographed by Astrid Kirchherr

It is shown that Lennon was standing in the same place as where Sutcliffe stood for an earlier photo that Kircherr had taken.

“It was like a merry-go-round in my head, they looked absolutely astonishing… My whole life changed in a couple of minutes. All I wanted was to be with them and to know them.” - Astrid Kirchherr commented on The Beatles (Snap Galleries).

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If your requests are open- George Harrison eating out and/or fingering reader, fluffy? so glad that the anon feature exists i would be outing myself as a “horny for George Harrison” person-

'Please please me'

Liverpool, '62

Word count: 1232

Tags: Oral Sex, Romantic Fluff, Smut

George and Y/N had spent the entire day together like love-sick puppies. Laughing, talking, walking— doing whatever they could do as a pair.

 

Now they found themselves in George's flat. The soft glow of his bedside lamp cast a warm and intimate glow over the space.

She sat on George's bed, her fingers idly tracing patterns on the sheet. George was seated close beside her, fidgeting with his hands. His heart was pounding in his chest; he could almost hear it.

 

He had liked her for a long time, ever since she had breathed near him. And tonight felt different. Tonight felt like it would be the night he could finally show her how much she meant to him— not that he hadn't already dreamt of doing so.

 

He coughed and began, "Y'know, I've always thought you were the prettiest bird around," George said, his voice husky and sincere, he almost couldn't believe he was admitting it.

Her heart skipped a beat; his little confession cut through the silence slowly, like a knife through clay.

"And I've always thought you were the nicest, George." She countered, putting a hand on his thigh.

He grinned, his nerves easing.

"Yeah? Well, I'm glad we're on the same page, love."

 

They shared a look, that look. It always made George's heart feel lighter. He reached out, gently tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. George was incredibly gentle, and that always sent a shiver down her spine.

"Y'know, I—" He paused and chuckled. "I—erm, wanted to show you something.."

Something?

Something.

She thought the way he said it sounded ominous...it sounded like it wasn't going to be a physical gift, like a rose.

Y/N's eyes widened slightly, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

Instead of answering, George leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. It was soft and tentative at first, waiting for her to respond. When she did kiss him back, it deepened, becoming more passionate. George's hands cupped her face, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks. He tilted his head as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, pulling her face closer against his. 

 

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. George's eyes were filled with adoration and desire. He could see that reflected right back in her eyes too.

"Y/N," he almost whispered, his voice near trembling. "I've never felt this way about anyone before."

"Me neither," she admitted, her voice equally as sheepish.

"Well, I still want to—" he coughed, "like I was sayin' before, show you how much you mean to me."

Y/N's heart raced as she nodded quickly, giving him the consent he sought.

She now knew what he meant by, I'm going to show you how much you mean to me.

And she was completely on board with it, completely on board with him pleasing her with the thing she loved the most about him, his mouth.

George smirked lustfully. He gently laid her back on the bed, his hands caressing her sides.

 

He took his time, kissing her neck and trailing soft, gentle kisses down her body, finding a path. He could feel her moving beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps. He wondered how she was going to sound when he actually started...

When he reached the hem of her skirt, he paused, looking up at her for reassurance.

"Is this fine?" he asked, his voice filled with soft concern.

"Yes," she breathed contently, her hands tangling in his hair, dishevelling it. "Please, Georgie."

With her sweet reassurance, George continued his journey, his kisses growing more wet. He carefully slid her skirt up, his lips brushing against her thighs.

He could feel her anticipation, her body responding to every touch. He revealed the delicate lace of her knickers and licked her inner thigh. His hands were determined as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her knickers. "You're so gorgeous," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. Slowly, he began to slide them down, his eyes never leaving hers. The fabric glided over her skin, and she shifted to help him remove them.

When her knickers slipped off, George tossed them aside and returned his attention to her.

He smooched his way back up her legs, his hands caressing her thighs. Her anticipation grew with each touch.

 

George finally positioned himself between her legs. "I want to make you feel good," he muttered, seemingly in a trance—he was about to have, taste, the girl he's liked for ages.

He could feel the warmth radiating from her cunt, her arousal evident and intoxicating.

He took his time savoring the moment, which hopefully wouldn't be the last, kissing softly, teasing.

George's lips reached the center. He placed a reverent kiss on her clit, causing her to gasp. Encouraged by her reaction, he flattened his tongue and dragged it slowly from her perineum up to her clit, tasting her for the first time. The taste of her was heady and felt addictive.

He focused his attention on her clit, circling it with the very tip of his warm tongue before flicking it gently. Y/N's moans grew louder, her hands instinctively reaching down to tangle in his hair. George's hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he continued his ministrations.

Though this was one of the first and few times he had ever eaten a bird out, his tongue seemed to work expertly—alternating between broad, slow strokes and quick, teasing flicks. He explored every fold and curve, quickly learning what made her moan the best. The sounds she made were like rock music to his ears.

George's lips closed around her clit, sucking gently while his tongue flicked back and forth—the little thing was being toyed with.

Her hips bucked against his mouth, her breathing became more erratic and so did her movements. He could feel her thighs shaking as she neared a climax.

Wanting to give her everything he could, George slid one hand down from her hip and gently inserted two fingers into her entrance. He stopped briefly and looked up at her seeking permission, and when she nodded, he hastily pushed his fingers inside of her, curling them to find that perfect little spot.

The added sensation pushed Y/N over the edge. Her back arched off the bed and her toes curled.

George slowed down his licking and sucking and his fingering, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible.

Her slippery walls began to clench around his fingers, her whole body trembling with the sheer intensity of her well deserved release.

When her spasms slowly subsided, George slowed his movements, giving her a few more gentle kisses before reluctantly pulling away. He moved back up her body, his lips meeting hers in a tender kiss, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.

 

"How was that, love?" he asked, a goofy smile on his face.

Y/N was certainly thankful. Though...it was a bit awkward to say out loud. She chuckled before sighing, "It was perfect, George. So, thanks."

 

He sat up and pulled her into his arms, not minding any mess.

The record was still spinning softly in the background.

In that post-orgasm moment, George knew that he had found something special, something worth holding onto.

Gonna start posting more, sorry for the late request replies xoxo

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i'm always asking these questions, in this order

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brian wilson and hatsune miku during the recording of the classic album 'miku sounds' (1966)

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Al Jardine Lesbian Flag

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presenting: beach boys moments i think about often

part two here :)

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THE BEACH BOYS. ZUMA BEACH, 1967.