#Paul McCartney backside

[waveofahand]

On Paul “going commando”

There are a number of photographs of Paul McCartney that prove not only did the boy like his inseams high and tight but that he also went without drawers quite a lot. Possibly, this is because he wore his pants so tight there was no room for them, but I’ve often thought, well, that’s not terribly sanitary or thoughtful to the wardrobe people. Still. It really does look to me like the only time he dependably wore underwear was when filming movies. Probably was forced to. 

I’m going to share several pics that bear out my thinking but this one first. Because it surprised me. This is 1965, as they were getting into their suits for the Shea Stadium concert. One of the Beatles must held up a camera -- knowing Paul’s proclivities -- and dared him to disrobe for it. Paul seems to dare them right back. “Go ahead, take the pic, I dare ya!” A game of chicken, so to speak.

At first glance, one thinks he’s unzipped and showing off his tighty whitey. But... on closer inspection, one sees that... oh... something has been WHITED OUT in that picture! You can confirm it because part of his middle fingertip is also under the white. 

Just look UNDER the white smears (which are NOT fabric, but drawn in). You can see the human flesh beneath. 

And there you have it. Whoever dared him, got the full frontal treatment. Paul McCartney clearly had no insecurities about his manhood. A few more “commando” shots where we see no indication of a brief line -- or that there was room for underpants: 

The jury is out o this one. There MIGHT be a faint pantyline... maybe.

Jury is also out on this one. I think he’s commando. Thoughts? 

FINALLY! A CLEAR PANTY LINE! And it looks like they needed to add a side panel to fit it! 

Ridiculous, beautiful, nasty commando boy. I know people call him “the most baby of all times” (and I think that’s probably right) but some others call him a “slut” and... well... I’m going to just say he’s a man comfortable in his own skin, probably promiscuous, who liked to get himself teased a little with his own frictions throughout the day.  One more for posterity. Or... posteriority! 

[elafranco2024]

Just a post to lust over Paul McCartney's glorious big bum.

McGorgeous.🍑🍑🍑

Glorious Paulie.❤️

[elafranco2024]

Paulie in Help! Movie with his glorious big round bum.

This will be a great week starting this way.

paul’s mom jeans in help!

[waveofahand]

Flirty Little Paul Gif

I don't know who made this (I'm sure I found it somewhere here on tumblr some time ago) but it's so darned cute. I hope whoever made this shows up and claims it, for the applause and accolades! Well done!

[elafranco2024]

Nobody ever looks so gorgeous in jeans.

Our lovely Paulie💙🩵💙🩵

[waveofahand]

"Well then, here's my arse!"

I don't know who took this picture -- it could have been anyone hanging around the set of Help! But it occurs to me that Paul has purposely lifted his backside for the photographer. I mean, Ringo is turned toward John, who is out of it. Paul is not engaged with either of them, so why be positioned that way? FURTHERMORE, the ground is damp and you can see exactly where his ass had been resting moments earlier, and the damp mark on his jeans. I'm imagining Paul spying someone with a camera and saying, "Here's me glorious arse, because I know you love it!" Then again, he could as easily have lifted it to tease anyone -- Eleanor, Jane... George... Li'l slut.

[elafranco2024]

McBooty 🍑🍑🍑🍑

Here is an honorary early birthday present for all of you!

[elafranco2024]

Ringo is the second best ass of Beatles, the first no doubt is Paulie's.

[elafranco2024]

Paulie, my baby!

I'm so curious to know who took the last pic... Paulie knows exactly what the photographer is looking at...🍑🍑🍑

[elafranco2024]

Paulie 🍑🍑🍑

His body is unbelievable and so well shaped. Baby is gorgeous!

Paulie's glorious big and round bum.

[elafranco2024]

From @giveyourhearttosomebody.

His bum is so beautiful here, perfectly shaped, round and plump.🍑🍑🍑

[elafranco2024]

He knows you are looking to his bum...🍑🍑🍑

[thestarsarecool]

hey! i was wondering what your thoughts are on that convo overheard at apple of john repeatedly asking paul if he was mad at him and if paul hates him? i think paul replies by saying he’s proud of him then john ends off by saying maybe i won’t split. idk that whole exchange is super intriguing but also im like lost, what were they talking about. why would john think paul hates him? im confused.

Here is the excerpt from Christopher Sandford's McCartney bio:

On or around 20 May, John invited Yoko up to his home studio, obligingly equipped by Paul, recorded a sound collage they called Unfinished Music No. 1: Two Virgins (the front cover showing them full frontal; the back, their backsides), then, as dawn broke, fell into bed. Paul loathed both the photo and the album, but heroically kept his cool during a long meeting at EMI, in which Lennon announced he was 'splitting.' 'Do you hate me?' John asked him repeatedly. 'I'm crazy, you know.' 'No, I don't hate you.' McCartney spoke with his face partly averted from Lennon's rapt gaze. 'Aren't you pissed at me now, Paul? Not even a little bit?' 'I'm very proud of you.' John eased off. 'Maybe I won't split.'

My main thought about this quote is I don't know how much I can trust it to be true at all! I imagine Sandford got this from one of the interviews he conducted, but there's no way someone remembered their words verbatim. Maybe someone said something along the lines of "Paul was pissed about Two Virgins and John kept goading him about it, but Paul refused to take the bait" or something and Sandford extrapolated. The talk about "splitting" seems especially made up by someone recollecting. I can imagine someone saying "John was thinking of splitting so he pulled crazy stunts like Two Virgins." That would just be their own interpretation, but Sandford could have used it to create this conversation. The dialogue seems definitely contrived to me. Maybe if I can find Sandford's email I'll ask him lol.

All this being said, the main thing that interests me here is the "Do you hate me?" bit. It reminds me of that bit from the lunchroom tapes where John says "like when we were in Mendips, like I said 'do you like me?' or whatever it is. I've always played that one." It's like John is testing Paul, giving him reason to leave so that he can have the comfort of his refusal. This seems in character for someone with crazy abandonment issues. So, to your question, I don't think John genuinely was thinking that Paul hates him and is asking if it's true. I think he did something that he knew Paul would dislike and is goading him, maybe trying to give himself an excuse to be pissed off at Paul.

Again, though, take this quote with a grain of salt. I'll let you all know if I find Sandford's email.

[paulmccartneyofficial]

Hello! How do you know that John was intent on Paul's opinion of Two Virgins? Are there accounts of it? If so what are the sources? Thanks! Would love to know. This is pretty interesting.

Hello!!! I totally forgot to answer this OOPS

Here is an excerpt from Christopher Sandford's McCartney:

On or around 20 May, John invited Yoko up to his home studio, obligingly equipped by Paul, recorded a sound collage they called Unfinished Music No. 1: Two Virgins (the front cover showing them full frontal; the back, their backsides), then, as dawn broke, fell into bed. Paul loathed both the photo and the album, but heroically kept his cool during a long meeting at EMI, in which Lennon announced he was 'splitting'. 'Do you hate me?' John asked him repeatedly. 'I'm crazy, you know.' 'No, I don't hate you.' McCartney spoke with his face partly averted from Lennon's rapt gaze. 'Aren't you pissed at me now, Paul? Not even a little bit?' 'I'm very proud of you.' John eased off. 'Maybe I won't split.'

I mean... it definitely has less to do with Paul's opinion of the album itself and more of his opinion of John after doing something like it. Paul, clearly, could sense this which is why he kept his cool about the album, despite the fact that he really did hate it–he just didn't hate John for it. Frustrated with him? Likely.

What I'm really interested in is John's reaction to his own album... like he decided to make it, he decided to go through with it, he knew Paul was going to see it and react to it, and still freaked out about it at him. Very interesting. It's giving off strong "I just did something I know my parents are going to be extremely disappointed in me for so I'll start the drama before they can start it with me" vibes. But that's just my take LOL

[warren-lauren]

1985!Brian May x wife!reader SMUT

Warnings: swearing, oral f-receiving, unprotected sex, public sex (photo not mine, credit to owner)

Brian looked, there was no other word for it, delicious. You couldn't take your eyes off him as he stood talking to someone for an interview for some magazine or something, you didn't care. All you cared about was how gorgeous your husband looked.

Brian must have been paying the young lad who was interviewing him even less attention than you were because his gaze kept drifting over to where you were leaning against the wall. His playful smirk filled you with excitement.

You began making your way towards Brian as he wrapped things up with the interview and then began to make his way towards you. You grinned up at him as he met you halfway, reaching up with both of his hands to cup your face as he pressed a soft and loving kiss to your lips. Your hands fisted at his shirt, pulling him closer to you as you opened your mouth and let Brian's tongue enter.

After a moment you pulled back from Brian needing to breath. You smiled softly up at him. "Hi."

"Hi," Brian grinned as he stepped back, taking a hold of your hand. "You okay, love?" He asked, interviewing your fingers as the two of you began to walk.

You hummed, "I'm fine, Bri," You huddled in closer to him. "How are you feeling?" You smiled up at him.

He nodded, "Okay. Still nervous."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You've got nothing to worry about, Bri." You moved in front of him. You smiled up at him as you began to run your hands up the front of him. "You were born to do this, and you bloody well know it." You leaned up and kissed him. "But that's not what I meant." You grinned up at him.

Brian chuckled softly. "And what did you mean, love?" He asked as he slipped his hands around your waist.

You giggled. "I meant, do you still feel old?"

"Oh," Brian smiled down at you as he leaned in closer to you, "You mean after you so kindly fucked me senseless this morning, and gave me a lovely blow job on the ride over." He smirked at you. You nodded giggling, toying with his open shirt. "Well, it did certainly make me feel like we were back in college again." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at you making you grin.

"But do you feel old still?"

Brian breathed in deeply as he looked up from your eyes and looked around the busy backstage area of what was Live Aid. "I mean, compared to some of them, we are old, love."

You let out a soft sigh, looking over your shoulder. "Not as old as Paul McCartney." You smiled up at Brian cheekily making him chuckle.

"Still," He let out a soft sigh. "It's been a while since we've played together in front of a crowd. We might not be compatible any-"

You covered Brian's mouth with your hand. "Still nothing, Bri. So what if your older, than when you guys first got together. That's what happens, I'm afraid, you grow up. But that's all you are, older, and not old. And besides, I for one can't wait for you to get old. I think you'll look hot with grey hair." You winked teasingly at him as you tugged at his hair lightly.

"Ha, if it lasts that long." He chuckled.

You nodded, "Oh, it will." You smiled up at him as you pushed up onto your tip toes. "And I'll still grab and tug at it when your between my legs." You whispered.

Brian let out a low growl, his large hands tightening around your waist. "You little minx." He gave a light swat to your backside. "C'mon," He grabbed a hold of your hand and lead you away from the hustle and bustle of backstage.

You bit your bottom lip as an excited giggle left your mouth. You had to work hard to keep up with Brian's long strides but the excitement was enough energy to keep you going.

"In here," Brian pulled you into an empty hallway that was full of empty equipment boxes. He backed you up against a wall that was blocked from view like a predator on the prowl. Brian licked his lips, staring down at you as he reached up and caged you in with his hands on either side of your head. "Remember how we used to always sneak off before I went on stage in college?" Brian grinned down at you.

You moaned softly and placed your hand over Brian's hard cock. "Or when I'd come and visit you on tour," You bit your bottom lip, "You used to love me sucking your cock, late at night at the back of the tour bus." You teased, lightly stroking your fingers over his cock.

Brian rolled his hips into your hand with a soft grunt. "And I loved," He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your neck, "Still love, to taste your sweet pussy." He growled against your ear before he crashed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss.

"This way!" Someone called out as they passed the entrance to the hallway, causing Brian to cautiously pull back from you so he could listen out for them coming closer to your hiding spot.

He put his finger to his lips, "You'll have to be quiet, love." He sent you a wink before he sank to his knees in front of you.

Your breath caught throat as Brian pushed the skirt you were wear up your thighs, pressing soft kisses to your exposed skin. He took a hold of your left leg behind the knee and put it over his shoulder, groaning lowly as he exposed your bare pussy to him. Brian looked up at you with lust all over his face as he licked his lips. He leaned in, running the tip of his tongue up your already wet pussy.

You let out a deep moan, your eyes falling shut as your head fell back against the wall. Brian immediately pulled back causing you to whine.

"I said, be quiet, love." He warned.

You nodded, "Sorry, Bri."

Brian hummed before he bent down and began to lick at your pussy again. You bit into your bottom lip hard as your hands laid on the back of Brian's head, your fingers tangling in his curls as he worked you easily with his mouth.

His tongue flicked over your clit before he licked your slit a few times before the tip dipped inside of you.

"Oh, Bri," You groaned quietly as Brian sucked on your clit. His left hand held your leg in place, his fingers digging into your thigh. "Oh, fuck, baby." Your toes were curling as Brian's tongue slipped inside you, over and over. "Please, Brian, I'm go-"

"Shh," Brian licked his lips as he pulled back from you and stood up letting go of your leg momentarily as he undid his pants, pulling his hard cock out.

You licked your lips as you watched him take a hold of his cock. "Can I suck your cock, Brian?" You whined.

Brian smirked down at you as he stroked his hard cock, bending down to pick up your leg. He shook his head as he leaned into you and lightly brushed his lips against yours. "Not this time, sweet girl," Brian whispered.

You moaned softly, desperate to taste Brian's cock. It soon disappeared as Brian slowly pushed  his thick cock inside of you. You began to let out a deep moan as he filled you. Brian quickly covered your mouth with his hand, just like he'd done so many times over the years.

"Shh, you have to be quiet, love." Brian grunted against your cheek as he withdrew his hips.

Your hands screwed his shirt tightly as Brian fucked you, hard and fast into the wall. You moaned into his hand as he kissed your neck before lightly sinking his teeth into your neck.

You gasped into his hand when the sound of footsteps nearing where you were hiding distracted you for a millisecond. Brian stopped as he shushed you before he carried on slipping his cock back inside you at a much slower pace but equally as hard.

Brian quickly removed his hand and crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as your pussy clenched around his cock.

Not too long after the footsteps disappeared, none the wiser with what you and Brian were doing together.

"Fuck," Brian panted against the top of your head with a smile.

You kissed Brian's sweaty throat, savouring the taste of him as you wrapped your arms tighter around him. "God," You smiled at him. "Now tell me you feel old."

Brian chuckled pulling back from you so he could cup your face. "I don't know, we might need to squeeze a few more shags in before I go on." He grinned cheekily before he pressed his lips against yours.

[sweetlilpaulie]

Between The Lines.

Request for Paul X Reader. 

Paul X Reader (librarian)

Caution: Language

Enjoy, my cuties.

~~~

It was a sunny day outside. 

Shame, you had to work. You supposed however, putting books away wasn’t the worst thing to be doing at the moment. There was a big window you could look out of anyways.

You returned to your stack of books on the cart, To Kill A Mockingbird placed on the top. 

“Tee-tee-tee...” you scanned the rows, searching for it’s place.

“Ah, there ya go!” 

You continued your job, not hearing the entrance to the library open. 

“Paul, when was the last time you actually read an entire book?”

“Shh, this is a library. Don’t want to get into trouble.” Paul put a finger to his lips. John rolled his eyes at it.

“I know why you’re here. Don’t know why you dragged me along.”

“I’m givin’ ya the opportunity to find a good book! Where else would ya want to be, with this haven of outpouring knowledge!”

“Oh, brother...” John muttered, hiding himself in the mystery section.

When, Paul could see that John had found a spot to engulf himself in, he straightened out his tie, gave his hair a quick brush, and checked his breath, which he grimaced at the cigarette smell.

I hope she likes Marlboros. 

He quickly found where you were setting copies of Shakespeare’s works. You bent down to pick up a book you had dropped, and Paul unashamedly, watched your backside as you bent down to grab it. Once, you had picked it up, he slyly slid into adjacent isle. 

He pushed some books to the side, and peeked through the hole, watching you scan the rows, and fit the novels into their place. Why he felt the need to spy, he wasn’t sure.

Just waiting for the opportune moment, he supposed. 

You started pulling your cart to the next row of bookshelves, which in he happened to be hiding behind. 

Quickly, he grabbed a copy of the Oxford Encyclopedia, and turned to a random page, burning a hole through it by how intently he stared at it.

Is it...?

You  at him, trying your best to be discreet, and resolved it was him. Your heart beat a little faster. Trying to keep your cool, you ignored the man, and continued to put books in their places. 

Little did you know, the man continued to steal quick glances your way, admiring the way your hair fell on your shoulders, and the way your curves shaped the dress you were wearing very nicely. 

You soon knew you would have to put volumes on the top shelf, and tried to do your best, by tiptoeing. Sadly, the odds didn’t seem in your favor, and you were about to grab your stool. But, suddenly you heard a voice behind you.

“Here, allow me.”

You could feel his breath on your back, and his hand gently urged the book into his grasp.

He put the book back in it’s place.

“There ya go, love.”

“Thanks.” you blushed. “‘Fraid, I still have six more of them.” you pointed to your cart.

Sighing dramatically, he grabbed the other ones, and put them alongside the first.

“Y’know you don’t have to do that..” you smiled. “I am the librarian after all, it’s kinda me job.”

“Oh, hush. Love to help.”

You both looked at each other for what seemed like hours. Then you finally cleared your throat.

“Uhm, well I guess I should let you get back to your...”

You glanced down at the Encyclopedia in his hands.

“...Encyclopedia?” you raised an eyebrow.

Now, it was his turn to blush.

“Alright, ya got me. If I’m bein’ honest, I didn’t come ‘ere to read.”

“Well, why did you come then?”

“I...wanted to see you.”

“Me?” you grinned at this. “Well, ain’t that sweet.”

“What can I say? I have a thing for intellectual women.”

“This intellectual women’s name is (y/n).” you introduced, shaking his hand. “And of course I know who you are Paul McCartney.”

“Well...” he started, but you quickly interrupted.

“I’m good on Friday. Say 3:00 at the coffee shop?” you couldn’t believe the confidence that you mustered through your words. 

“How could I say no? Make it 2:30. Sooner, the better.” he winked, and walked off, a slight spring in his step.

You grinned, watching him leave, book in hand.

God, I love my job.

~~~

Yayy! I’ve been dying to write this one! Short and sweet. I hope you will enjoy! 

L.M.