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The Beatles NSFW Alphabet - Ringo

@heiterhund >> #1 writer & Ringo Starr lover/expert.

A is for Aftercare (How he treats you after sex, what happens after sex, etc...) 

• You can count on him cleaning you up after. 

• A gentle wash cloth rubs up your leg, cleans your stomach, and gently wipes down your sore cunt. After doing all the cleaning, he tends to pepper your face in kisses and praises you for how well you did and how lucky he is to love and have you.

• If the sex was particularly rough, he will hold you to him until you get so sweaty you have to push him off! He can't help it, you're his girl, he wants you to feel loved! 

• He is known for his quick jokes and smartass quips, so expect some of that thrown in during the aftermath of sex. 

 

“Looks like you’ve just seen a ghost, love! I didn’t fuck you that hard, did I?”

     

B is for Body part (His favourite body part of yours) 

• Ringo is an ass man. 

• He loves your ass, he can’t keep his hands off of it. Grabbing, smacking, spreading - whatever.

• He'll smack it and grab it randomly, you'll giggle and tell him to stop.

• Usually if you both are alone, and you’re laying over his lap as you lounge - he’ll play a silly, little beat on it.

• He also loves the way it looks when you’re wearing one of his shirts and nothing else to lounge in. 

 

“Y’know, I think your arse makes better beats than my drums do.” He mused, slapping your butt with two fingers, before going back to playing the beat to one of the many songs stuck in his head.

     

C is for Cum (Everything to do with cum!) 

• Ringo loves a good cream pie. 

• He loves to feel the warmth of your cunt flutter around his length as he spills his seed deep into you.

• He sometimes massages your lower stomach with his thumbs as he pumps you full of cum, usually comes off as sweet - but it’s more possessive in his mind, he owns you and your womb. You’re being held in place while he takes what’s his.

• After he cums in you, he loves watching it drip out of you. 

 

“Say, birdie, do you usually take it like some filthy whore?” He was between your legs, watching as the pearly liquid oozed slowly out of your used hole.

His thumb and forefinger spreading open your folds, nose brushing against your flushed labia as his tongue poked out to lap up his seed.

     

D is for Dirty secret (Something utterly filthy that he did and/or does/and or wants to do behind your back.)

• He used to sniff your panties. Before you two were together and were only friends.

• He took you home when you got drunk. You insisted you were perfectly capable of getting to your bed.

• Your pubes looked nice, he liked that. But it was highly inappropriate for him to gawk and drool over his drunk friend. 

• And yeah, he still does when you’re gone or asleep. When he’s away, he usually pockets a pair and jerks himself off with them after he sniffs them.

• Filthy, filthy man.

 

“Nuh uh, Richie, I-I can…can do it! Seeee?”

You stumbled up the stairs, knees knocked together as you nearly toppled over each step.

“Love, you’re about to fall. Let’s get inside, yeah?” He sighed, ushering you into your room.

“If I was soooo drunk, could I do this?”

And before he had time to get you to lay down, you were taking your clothes off. And there you were, lounging on your bed naked.

“Oi! Hey! Get your clothes back on!”

He turned around, hands covering his eyes as he tried to lose the boner he was sporting.

He eventually got you tucked in, you only agreed to sleep if he stayed until you slept. and so he did.

You were knocked out cold, and he went to clean up the mess that you made before you rested.

All that was left was your cute panties.

They were frilly and dawned with a cute bow at the top. He didn’t want to grab them, not with his hands. But he had already put all your clothes away in the hamper.

He eyed them for a moment, before his baby blues locked onto a slick spot in the middle of your knickers.

He sniffed them. 

     

E is for Experience (How experienced is he?) 

• Ringo was sick most of his young life, and never properly lost his virginity until he met his first girlfriend when he was in his 20s. 

• The most he did before was kissing and fumbled touching, perhaps a bit of fingering. He’s always been good with his hands.

• Now, with that being said, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to fuck.

     

F is for Favourite position (How he loves to fuck you.)

• Ringo is a romantic guy. He adores missionary.

• Sure it’s a bit boring to some, a classic, but he can see your tits bounce each time he rams himself into you. 

• He can also see your lips quiver as you try not to moan, your eyes rolling and your lashes fluttering as you whine and cry.

• It's also his preferred position because he can see the outline of his dick poking in and out of you - filling you up balls deep.

• He thinks you look like a beautiful angel splayed out beneath him. His beautiful angel.

• 10/10 position.

• He also likes doggystyle, but that’s usually reserved for his days when he needs to relieve stress. Or when he simply wants to fuck the shit out of you.

     

G is for Goofy (How silly is he during sex?) 

• Ringo tends to crack jokes at the worst times. His humour is just like that, so he will totally be joking during sex.

• Your cunt made a slick sound that sounded funny…you bet he already has a comment to make about it, something silly. 

• When he eats you out, he does the little head shake his bandmates are known for. And after he’s done, he looks up at you with a dopey grin.

“She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah.” Followed by the head shake.

 • After being a bit goofy, he'll go right back to being serious…and serious means making you orgasm. 

     

G is also for Goal (What's his goal and/or dream in relation to sex.) 

• His goal is to make you walk with a limp, his goal is to fuck you way past orgasm. 

• With how big his dick is (8 inches!!!), he definitely leaves you sore. But oh no, that’s not good enough, not at all.

• He wants you limping and waddling the next days, hell, if you’re not whining that you’re sore in the morning he’ll pin you down and fuck you until you do.

• He absolutely adores over stimulating you with his cock - until your eyes roll into the back of your head, until you can't breathe, until the sheets are drenched with bodily fluids.

     

H is for Hair (How well groomed he is, does the carpet match the drapes, etc..)

• He barely has leg hair, let alone chest hair. so his pubes are well kept.

• They’re not curly and unruly, they’re straight and aren’t too long.

• Also, don’t worry if you have pubic hair. Ringo doesn’t mind.

 

“Well, I don’t mind…y’know, I always fancied having a moustache!” 

     

I is for Intimacy (How romantic he is during sex, etc..)

• He is a hopeless romantic. He wants it soft and slow, and usually that’s how it goes.

• He never calls it fucking. It's always referred to as ‘making love.’

• His hands are always on your body, whether that be holding your hands above your head while he rocks into you - or his hands being placed on your hips as he thrusts.

• Will play some old vinyls of his during it, too. Usually some old Elvis records. The music really compliments it all. He'll sing the lyrics to you - whisper it in your ear as he does. a bit cheesy, but it makes you both smile.

• He won’t cum unless you guys are kissing, or unless he's looking you dead in your eyes - or both…

     

J is for Jack off (Masturbation headcanon.) 

• He barely masturbates. Will only do it as a last resort of sorts.

• He spent his teenage years jerking off, so it’s just not as stimulating anymore. It's almost boring. 

• But if you guys are away from each other for too long, he’ll call you up on the phone and do it. Not really phone sex, but just hearing your voice will soothe his ache for you.

     

K is for Kink (One or more of their kinks in relation to you.) 

• Ringo has a humiliation kink. He loves embarrassing you. Even if it’s something as little as making you beg for more. 

 • But most of the time it’s him making you masturbate in front of him and letting him watch. He loves to see your flushed face look to the side, as you bite your lip and nervously touch yourself.

• He has some weird pet play kink too, but not in the way you think. He’s not into collars or cages, none of that. He just loves calling you his pet. Depending on the partner, they’re either called his puppy or his kitten. He loves treating and spoiling you like some fancy poodle.

     

L is for Location (Favourite place to do the deed.) 

• Prefers the bedroom. He gets embarrassed doing it anywhere else. 

• You once tried doing it in the back of the car during a long ride to the hotel, and he kept getting nervous and mumbling about how the press would go absolutely wild if they saw.

• Of course he’s fine with doing it with you anywhere where there are four walls and a door. So, a broom closet would work as well. But his favourite has to be the bed, any bed.

     

M is for Motivation (What turns them on about you, gets him hard, makes him cum, etc..) 

• Your hands. Your hands get him going.

• They’re so soft and small compared to his dry and calloused hands. He loves how smooth they feel against his skin, and how they radiate such warmth. 

• If you brush his hands with yours and give him a look full of love, he’s ready to pounce. 

• Your smile also gets him going. You’re just so beautiful that he can’t help but feel lucky - and feeling lucky gets him going.

• Honestly, the easy answer could've been you.

     

N is for No (Turn offs, what pisses him off, etc..) 

• If you make a remark about his nose. 

• He knows everyone does, but it hurts coming more from you. If you make a joke involving it - he will not even think about touching you until he does. 

• He’s an insecure guy… 

     

O is for Oral sex (Does he prefer giving or receiving? How does he give, how does he receive?) 

• Ringo loves eating your pussy. 

• He loves slotting his tongue against your core and licking up in harsh stripes. Also enjoys biting your clit once or twice, just to keep you on your toes.

• He doesn't favour oral sex on him too much. He got a lot during his prime, and it was boring to him. But that doesn’t mean he won’t enjoy it every now and then.

• He’s big, he knows his dick isn’t fitting in your mouth comfortably. 

 • You wouldn't be able to deep throat him without literally choking. He wants to go balls deep into your mouth, but he knows you wouldn't be able to handle it. You always swallow him a little less than half way.

 • When you suck him off, it's nicely dragged out. You trail your tongue up and down his shaft, you suck his tip, massage his balls.

     

P is for Pace (Fast or slow? Rough or sensual? Ect.) 

• Ringo is usually a slow lover - at the start at least. His thrusts are gentle and soft starting out, they only get rougher the longer you fuck and the closer he is to cumming.

• The clapping noises fill the room. 

• He likes it to feel romantic and full of love. Like stated before, his rough and fast pace are reserved for his stressed days - which is almost everyday.

     

Q is for Quickie (His opinion on quickies, how often they happen, etc..)

• He doesn’t like quickies. Nuh uh.

• He wants you all to himself with all the time in the world, with all the space in the world.

• Buuut, if you are desperate enough, he’ll cave in and fuck you.

     

R is for Risk (What kind of risks will they take.)

• The most he’s willing to do is fucking you in a shared hotel room with either John, George, or Paul.

• He still is hesitant to do it, but he’d rather fuck you around people he knows as opposed to any prying eyes and ears he doesn’t.

• You're both probably a bit drunk as well. 

 

His hand was covering your mouth, as your knees dug into the bed below you both.

George was asleep in the other bed, not too far from yours. His face was turned the other way, he seemed to be snoozing - you hoped he was. 

That made Ringo feel a bit better about fucking you in the same room as him.

Your eyes were shut tightly as he slowly slotted himself into you, a finger pulling your panties to the side. 

He began his light thrusts, desperately trying to avoid the creak of bed springs as he did so.

“Mmph!” You softly moaned against his hand.

You were unable to shake off the feeling of his cock stroking your walls. It was an instant pleasure, his tip rubbed against your g spot nicely and consistently. 

“Fuck…” You breathed, feeling it clenching around him.

He tightened his hand against your mouth and leaned into your ear. “Keep it quiet, birdie, Hazza might wake, you don't want that do you?”

Ringo sped up a bit, your wetness started sounding as he did so. His free arm pulled your hips up so you could better meet his thrusts. 

“Do you? Do you want George to hear you getting fucked?” He asked again, wanting an answer.

He slowed down, going from tip to balls at a moderate pace. 

��N- no.” You whispered back, strained. 

You fucked him back, he'd only thrust back harder - the soft, clapping noises ensued. 

Your toes curled, Ringo continued his forward movement. 

It got louder and louder with each thrust, now it sounded like you were both full on fucking. 

“Baby��” You mockingly warned, mindful of the younger man not too far from you. Though it sounded more like you were just moaning.

“Mmhm…shh…shh…I'll make you cum, don't worry.” He groaned, sounding cocky.

Shit. 

Did George just cough?

S is for Stamina (How many rounds he can last, how quickly can they cum, etc..)

• It feels like an Olympic sport keeping up with him. He lasts way longer than you, by the end of most of your sessions you're breathless, sweaty, dazed, confused. 

• He can do two rounds, at least. 

• He lasts around 20-50 minutes each round.

• But his foreplay can go on for hours if he’s in the mood and has the time for it. 

• He cums around two times. Usually once in the first round (between the 15-25 minute mark. Then the second time he cums is around the 45 minute mark.) As for the second round? That's usually when you’re about to orgasm.

• He’s a generous guy, really.

• He rarely ever cums quickly. That's just impossible for him. This is why he hates quickies, he always leaves rock hard.

T is for Toys (Does he own toys, use them, what kind of toys, etc?) 

• Oh, he owns toys. 

• He has a cock ring that he bought personally, it helps keep him harder, like rock hard. He loves the ache of being hard, he loves his stiffness. The ring makes his cock all red and veiny, and makes his balls heavy. And it's all for you (and your holes).

• He also has encouraged you to buy some for yourself. He doesn’t think it makes him less of a man - even a dildo bigger than him. Whatever makes you feel good, makes him feel good.

• He’s once tried your vibrator. He was curious…it didn’t feel too good against his dick so he never spoke of it. 

• He likes using your toys on you. Fucking you with your own dildo, using your vibrator on you as he fucks you.

 

You were out shopping with him, your arm linked tightly around his.

You stumbled upon a small, curious shop on the high street. He seemed to know exactly what it was because he didn't even let you think before he dragged you into it! 

You looked around, realising, the innocent looking shop was a filthy one, a haven for pleasure.

“Buy something.” Ringo said, taking your hand.

“What?” 

You laughed, almost stunned.

“We aren't leaving this shop till you buy something for yourself, sweetheart.”

“Something? Like what...” you teased.

     

U is for Unfair (How much does he like to tease you, how does he tease you, etc..) 

• He’s super fair. He hates teasing you. 

• If you’re not having fun, he’s not having fun. 

• He teases in some kind of way, but it’s never for long or never torturous… it’s usually a quick touch, or a sly remark. He falters as soon as you give him that look that says stop.

• So he’s a bit whipped in that sense, definitely.

     

V is for Volume (How loud is he, what noises does he make, what does he say, etc..) 

• He’s not too noisy, but he groans and huffs, like a bear almost.

• He does those long, deep sighs when he finally gets himself settled in your walls. You feel so warm and snug around his length, he can’t help but let out a sound.

• But it’s never loud enough for anyone but you two to hear unless they're in the room or something.

• Grunting and praising you through it all.

• “Such a pretty girl, taking me so well.”

     

W is for Wildcard (Random sexual headcanon.) 

• He's really into humping just as much as he is into being inside of you. He likes the sloppy pace and how desperate it is.

• He once had you sat in his lap, and you both got handsy. It ended up with you grinding yourself against his thigh and his stiff cock like a dog in heat. He'd bounce you up and down, practically fucking you with his clothes still on.

• He was into it. Definitely into it. Definitely creamed his pants.

     

X is for X-ray (His cock.) 

• Let's be straightforward here. 8 inches, thick, uncut. 

• Yeah, he is very hung. 

• It definitely slaps his stomach when he pulls it out.

• It’s awfully obvious when he has an erection too. Even when he's flaccid his bulge is still obvious. 

• Ringo Starr is not a grower, it’s usually 5-6 when soft.

I want it in me so bad 

Y is for Yearning (His sex drive, how much do they want you?) 

• His sex drive isn’t too high, but if you’re not by his side when he’s asleep he finds himself missing you.

• He tries to have sex with you three days a week, he doesn’t think sex is a need. He’s more into soft intimacy and gifts.

• But this doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you. He just loves you too much to not only crave you sexually. 

• He craves you in a way a man craves water. It’s a necessity to have you, whether that be sexually or not.

     

Z is for Zzz (Sleep afterwards?)

• After sex and cleaning you up, he wants to rest with you. Not in a sleepy way. He just loves basking in the afterglow.

• It usually takes him a while to fall asleep anyway. He doesn’t mind it though.

• He gets to watch you sleep peacefully and that’s the best way to end his night. You, curled into his side, and him, smiling like an idiot.

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Aaaaand that's the end of this alphabet, but of course, more to come.

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[littleflower-426]

John Lennon in help! (1965)

[thebeatles-world]

yay!! Odd request but could you write something about John realizing the reader is turned on by his bad eyesight? Like when he squints or holds something close to his face to read it??

Also I hope you and your family are doing all right !! We got hit pretty bad in FL but I saw some pics from NC and it's so sad :(( please stay safe

Stay safe as well! We are still recovering ❤️‍🩹😭💔

John squints at the paper in his hand, holding it closer to his face in an attempt to make out the scribbled words. His brow furrows, and you watch as his lips form a tight line, concentrating harder than usual.

“Bloody eyes,” he mutters under his breath, pushing the paper away in frustration. He glances up at you, catching the way you’re watching him a little too closely, like you’re waiting for something to happen.

“What’s that look for?” he asks, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He narrows his eyes at you, leaning forward, squinting again. “You making fun of me?”

You shake your head quickly, embarrassed that he noticed. But the heat rising to your cheeks betrays you, and John catches on in an instant. His grin widens, that mischievous gleam in his eyes making you fidget.

“No, wait a second…” he says slowly, holding the paper up again, squinting harder this time just to test his theory. “You like this, don’t you?”

Your heart skips a beat as you realize he’s onto you. John chuckles, lowering the paper and leaning in even closer, his voice low and teasing.

John tilts his head, his eyes still narrowed as if he’s trying to see right through you. He lingers there, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath, the smell of cigarettes and something distinctly him—maybe leather, maybe a bit of cologne. It makes your pulse quicken, but you try to play it cool.

“You’re daft,” you say with a nervous laugh, though your body betrays you, shifting in your seat.

He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating between you. “Oh, am I now? Don’t think I didn’t catch that little stare you were givin’ me. Thought I was squinting too hard to notice, huh?”

Before you can come up with a snappy response, John leans back a little, holding something close to his face again, as if inspecting it. His brow furrows with exaggerated concentration. You can’t help but laugh this time, shaking your head.

“You’re impossible.”

John drops the act and grins. “That’s why you like me.” He pauses, studying you in that intense, unreadable way of his. “It’s funny though, the stuff that gets to people. Didn’t think my eyesight was part of my charm.”

Your cheeks heat up again, and you shift uncomfortably under his gaze. “It’s not— I mean, it’s just—”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, love.” He reaches out, his fingers brushing yours for a moment, sending a spark through you. “I kind of like it, y’know. Knowing something so small makes your heart race.”

You swallow, trying to hold onto some sense of composure, but his voice—low and teasing—wraps around you like a warm blanket.

John shifts closer again, the humor in his eyes giving way to something more serious, more… intentional. “Maybe next time I’ll leave my glasses at home. Give you more to look at.” His voice drops to a whisper. “And maybe I’ll look a little closer at you too.”

You’re not sure what’s happening more—your heart pounding in your chest or the dizzying feeling in your head. But with John staring at you like that, you don’t care. You only nod, breathless, already imagining what happens next.

[johnlennonswifey]

Since I haven’t been posting, I’ve decided I’ll make a little list of some of my favorite fics!!

🎸= All time fav

——

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

[oliviaglumac]

Mad woman

Paring : the Beatles x fem!reader (platonic)

Requested : yes

Genre : mainly fluff I guess very little angst

Summary :  A young songstress proves her worth and finds unwavering support from her Beatles bandmates amidst public doubt.

A/n : I sorta tested out a new writing style for this!

The day began as most did with The Beatles: chaotic, loud, and full of laughter.

“Oi, [Your Name]!” Paul called from the living room of the New York hotel suite, where John had somehow managed to commandeer the piano in the corner. “Did you nick my notebook again?”

You peeked around the doorframe, grinning mischievously as you waved the small leather-bound book in the air. “You mean this one? The one you left lying around with half-finished lyrics?”

Ringo chuckled from the armchair, twirling a drumstick in his fingers. “She’s got you there, mate. Stop being so careless.”

John chimed in, still hammering out nonsense chords. “Maybe she’s saving your mediocre lyrics. God knows someone has to.”

“Oi!” Paul protested, but his face broke into a laugh when you stuck your tongue out at him.

George, who had been tuning his guitar by the window, shook his head with a small smirk. “You lot never stop, do you? What’s on the agenda today besides winding each other up?”

“Interviews,” you replied, rolling your eyes as you handed Paul his notebook back. “You’d think we’d have time to write a new song, but no, it’s all questions and cameras.”

John leaned back on the piano bench, grinning. “Ah, but you love it, don’t you? Flashing your pretty smile and stealing the show. The youngest Beatle with the sharpest wit.”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Lennon,” you shot back, but you couldn’t help smiling.

The energy shifted hours later when you found yourself seated alongside the boys under the glaring lights of a live television studio. The crowd outside was still screaming, and the host, a middle-aged man with an overly polished smile, was introducing you to the audience.

“And here we are, folks! The Beatles! John, Paul, George, Ringo… and, of course, the lovely [Your Name], the group’s very own songstress.”

The boys exchanged amused glances as the host turned to you, his smile sharp. “So tell us, [Your Name], what’s your role in the band? Aside from, you know, being a beautiful face and body.”

The remark hit harder than you’d expected. It wasn’t the first time someone had questioned your presence in the band, but this felt different. Patronizing. As though your contributions were just an afterthought.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words stuck in your throat. For a brief, uncomfortable moment, you felt every eye in the room on you.

“Her role?” John’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. His grin was still there, but his tone was sharp. “Well, let’s see—she writes half our bloody songs and plays circles around most blokes on stage. Think that counts for something, don’t you?”

“More than something,” George added, his voice calm but firm. “We wouldn’t be The Beatles without her. Simple as that.”

Paul leaned forward, his expression serious despite the playful lilt in his voice. “And let’s not forget she’s the youngest. Imagine putting up with us lot every day.”

The host laughed nervously, clearly unprepared for the group’s defense of you. “Of course, of course. I didn’t mean to imply—”

Ringo interrupted with a good-natured smile. “You didn’t mean to, but you did. It’s alright. We’ll forgive you this time.”

The audience laughed, and you finally found your voice. “To answer your question,” you said, your tone steady despite the tension still lingering in the room, “I’m here because I love music. I write it, I play it, and I live it. Just like the rest of them.” You glanced at the boys, your smile softening. “We’re a band. A family. That’s all there is to it.”

John clapped his hands together loudly. “Well said, love. Now, can we talk about the music instead of silly questions?”

The rest of the interview passed in a blur, the tension giving way to the usual banter and jokes. But as the cameras stopped rolling and the audience filed out, you found yourself lingering in the corner, still replaying the host’s words in your head.

Paul appeared beside you, nudging your shoulder. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you replied, though your voice didn’t quite match the conviction of the word.

“Don’t let it get to you,” he said gently. “You’re one of us, no matter what anyone says.”

John joined you, slinging an arm over your shoulders. “And if they can’t see that, well… sod them, eh?”

“Exactly,” George added, his quiet reassurance steadying you.

Ringo gave you a small smile from across the room. “We’ve got your back. Always.”

You smiled despite yourself, the weight in your chest lifting slightly. Maybe the world didn’t quite understand you yet, but it didn’t matter. You had your band—your family—and with them, you could face anything.

[little-flower-2]

[vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds]

Say The Word (the Beatles say 'I love you' for the first time)

(Source)

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

[pebblewritesj]

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."

***

[dayluxe]

Days of Glory - The Beatles

pairing: The Beatles x fem!reader (platonic)

summary: you and the band reminisce about the past when they first arrive in the United States.

warnings: a bit long, use of affectionate nicknames between the band members towards the reader, a bit of McLennon's innuendo, use of the translator, a lot of nonsense.

The boys and you had just landed in America for the first time. The emotion was running high.

It was well known that the band was loved by many and hated by few, but still you all felt nervous.

At first no one believed in you, well, in you rather.

Seeing a woman being part of a band with four boys was not the norm. People were shocked to see a girl play an instrument, and to behave so inappropriately according to them. Let's say that the boys didn't care about this.

you were friends with George, since childhood. You had lived side by side all your life, you were like nail and dirt. And when he began to be interested in the world of music, you were already in. You've been interested in other instruments before, leaning more toward wind instruments. But when his fascination with guitars arose, you accompanied him.

They were a good duo, everyone said so. They both wrote really good lyrics, and you sang them most of the time. His guitar went perfectly with your voice, and they spent hours and hours writing nonsense and doing choruses with his guitar.

When he met the boys it was amazing. George's creativity expanded, and he was excited to be part of a band, but another part of him didn't want to leave you. So she recommended you to them, she said that she had a friend with a spectacular voice and that she could do everything. For you it was a very generous gesture on his part, and you soon hired yourself by meeting the guys. It was a very chaotic process, as they were very jerky at times, but you got used to them quickly, and they got used to you too.

Soon everything was history. you went from parties to bars continuously. taking advantage of every opportunity to make themselves known and grow as a band.

His songwriting sessions were the rarest thing you'll ever witness. there were times when it was based on an exchange of words between John and Paul, and then you followed instructions. But there were times when the music simply flowed between everyone, like a river of notes and lyrics. Those days gave you the reason to continue doing that, to continue with them. to continue making music.

His story was long, and soon life gave him success.

Your role in the group was multitudinous. from doing backing vocals, or writing lyrics, to being the second drummer.

Your instrument store had been expanded. You didn't just touch the wind Your instrument store had been expanded. You could go from woodwinds to string instruments with ease, giving you an extensive list of roles within the band.

And so we got here. You and your boys in the United States.

The flight was exciting. You had about 20 camera cartridges with you to take pictures. You wanted a memory of everything, absolutely everything. George was on your left, you had given him the window space for his luck. You couldn't sleep, in fact none of them could. Their laughter did not stop at any time, and questions such as 'do you think you will find a good bird there?' were the main topic for the teasing.

"I see you nervous, beautiful. Is it because of my presence?" you heard George say from your side "haha, how funny Geo. and no, I just think about the number of beauties that will be waiting for me when I arrive" you said in an arrogant tone "what a big ego, y/n, but in case you don't know, I'm their favorite, not you" John told you as he passed through the hallway. "Excuse me, we all know that I am the favorite, and that is very clear," you shouted back.

George next to you watched with amusement the little argument between the two of you. Those fights happened frequently, since their big egos clashed too much which sometimes also triggered fights when recording, but that's another topic.

"Stop both of you, it's obvious that the favorite is me" Ringo's voice was heard in the middle of everything. You and John stared at each other, waiting for who would say the first word "finally someone says something meaningful, thank you ringo" you said, as you rolled your eyes and leaned back in your seat. "Here among us, you are my favorite" George whispered to you next to you. you turned around, with a big smile on your face "you're my favorite too, Georgie" you said as you pinched her cheek.

that was a habit you had built over time. You remember the first time you did that, George looked at you with a big frown on his face. As if you had told me the worst insult in the world. The next few times you did it just to tease him and see his face, and over time he just got used to it.

"We're going to land guys, please take a seat and fasten your seatbelts" you heard people say all over the plane. Your nerves increased, just thinking about the number of people who would be in that place. expectant upon their arrival. You felt your nerves turn to nausea, and your hands began to sweat.

Your friend noticed your change in behavior, and asked if you were okay "I'm fine, just a little nervous. The usual," you told him. It was true, because of all the people in the band, for some reason you were the most nervous when you gave a concert. "If you know they will love you, right? Literally, those girls are obsessed with you, in a good way, obviously," he told you, and then grabbed your hand among more of his "so don't be afraid, just go out there and be you," he told you while kissing your hand.

The welcome was amazing. what do you say, it was spectacular. The girls (and some boys) were screaming and crying for the band, for all of you.

Your camera kept letting out little 'clicks' 'clicks' 'clicks'. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but your mind couldn't do more than that and say hello. Your heart swelled just seeing the number of people that were there. Multiple groups with giant posters with their names and faces cut out. girls crying and shouting their names, ecstatic by their presence.

When they went down the stairs you felt yourself floating among people. Like your heart wants to go with the fans and hug them all, but you knew that would probably go very wrong. you greeted and gave friendly smiles to everyone, some girls cried when you turned to look at them.

When we arrived at the hotel it was all laughter and silly conventions with the boys. You and Ringo sprawled on the nearest couch. Paul went for something to eat, while John talked nonstop. George was looking at them all from an individual couch with amusement. He was smoking, as always.

"Did you see them, they're crazy about us, crazy!!" shouted John in the air, "Are you ready to hunt some pretty birds here Richie?" you said, as you elbowed him. "no, I already have one, and it's right next to me" he said while winking "who is it? Don't tell me you're going out with the pillow on the couch?" said John, before Ringo could answer you jumped defensively: "It's about time you said it, my dear Ringo. Just so everyone knows, Ringo and I are dating." You said in a dramatic tone, pretending to be caught up in something. "What?! I thought ours was real, baby. How do you go out with him?" Paul shouted at you as he left the kitchen "No, that's false, we all know who you're dating here, dear Paulie" you said looking at him with complicity. Everyone laughed and looked at each other. "Don't reveal his secret, my dear," Ringo told you as he rolled a lock of your hair around his finger.

The boys smoked and ate some. You decided to eat a couple of cookies with a soft drink you found in the fridge. they would eat after doing all the interviews they had for that day.

they were all on the balcony. The fresh air carried away the smoke of cigarettes, and was enveloped with the smell of the city. "Guys, have you ever imagined getting here? Like it wasn't just yesterday that we were in the cave playing for the first time, and now we have a bunch of crazy fans, we're America and in a super fancy hotel". You told them as you looked out over the city. Thousands of cars and people were passing through the streets. The air moved your hair and collided with your face, it felt warm and fresh, different from the air in liverpool.

they turned to look at you, thinking about what to say "well, i don't think any of us could have imagined getting to this place. but we are here, we managed to form a band that is loved and admired by many. no one imagined that, but we are all grateful to be here, together" said Paul looking at them all.

They all smiled happily, each of them deep in thought about the situation. "these are our glory days, don't you think?" said John, as a mischievous smile spread across his face "let's not dwell on that now, let's enjoy the present, and all those pretty girls crying for us" he spoke again as he let out a small giggle.

Before anyone could say anything, one of the staff came into the room and said it was time for an interview. Everyone got dressed up to look presentable, while you went to touch up your make-up.

The tour to the site was not long. It felt cheerful and lively as always, everyone was obviously excited.

When they arrived, multiple cameras blinded them with their flashes. they stood where they were told to stand in the usual order. A myriad of microphones were in front of you, all trying to get some of your attention. There were probably more than 20 journalists in that place.

Questions came and went, all naturally thanks to the friendly energy of the band. it was the turn of a journalist, her voice reached your ears and it was probably the most beautiful voice you had ever heard before. she shouted your name and then asked "what do you think about the many rumours that you are dating George or one of the boys, is it true and how do you take it?"

you laughed. because to the surprise of many, you didn't date any of them, let alone would you date any of them. that would be disgusting "well, that's a dirty rumour that's been around forever. i don't date my little Georgie, or any of them-" "too bad" Ringo interrupted your answer, everyone burst out laughing and you gave Ringo a playful punch in the side. "stop it, stop it. but no, i don't go out with any of them, it's funny to me that they think so, but they are all very unbearable as friends, imagine as a couple. but if you want you can be my next bird, i don't know, think about it my dear". you said and then winked at the journalist.

it was obvious that many people didn't believe you. but to be true, you as friends were very close, and many people during your career had created rumours that you had a relationship with each other, or even that you had a polyamorous relationship, a rumour that left you very shocked.

at one point during the interview a journalist asked what their inspiration was when writing and creating music, a basic question that more than one person asked. each of the guys gave their answer, from moments that happened, or just minimal objects. when it was your turn (after thinking your answer through) you spoke "i would say they all inspire me. i just look at each one of them, and my mind flies between lyrics and clever melodies. it inspires me to know that i'm here, with them, that we achieve what we achieve together. there are times when we record that i just look at them and think 'wow, they're all so magnificent' and it's a very intimate feeling, you know. like a connection that makes me create for them, for the band, for the people who listen to us, for us to keep growing together as a band and as individuals. i don't know, i think so".

your response left more than one person in the room moved. it had been a response of your own, you had always been known as 'the sentimental beatle', a nickname you didn't like so much sometimes. you were a romantic of sorts, and you didn't deny it. your lyrics embodied your passion and love for things, and people loved that.

"What a romantic answer that was, darling" you heard John say from the other side. You could see the smile on his face without even glancing at him "Well my dear John, that's the effect of being away from you" you said as you looked at him and smiled.

for the rest of the interview the boys looked at you with joy and warmth. your answer had touched their hearts, even John's. loving looks and smiles turned your way every time you were asked questions. the boys wouldn't say it, they are too proud for that, but they were really grateful to you.

They had no energy for anything else, just eating and wanting to snuggle into the soft sheets of their bed. "I'm hungry, I feel like the worm in my stomach is eating itself" you shouted as they entered their bedroom "I want to sleep with you" George said as they sat next to each other on the sofa "Me too Geo, me too" you said with your eyes closed as you snuggled under his shoulder.

"do you want to know a secret, Geo?" you asked him while you were still in the same position "tell me dear" he said. his hand played with your hair, all the boys loved to do that "i love you, you and the boys, you don't know how much" you said to him while you changed position to look him in the eyes. on his face a smile was drawn, a real smile that showed his cute fangs. "I love your fangs, and Paulie's eyelashes, just like I love Rich's rings, and John's glasses. I really love you, all of you," you told him.

Your smile was shy, but pleasant. one that a grandmother gives you after a cozy hug.

"Why do you suddenly get so loving?, it seems that you are saying goodbye, are you going to die? tell me no, please, I couldn't stand this band without you" he told you as his hands found his "don't be silly Geo, I just wanted to make you feel loved. You never say things like that to each other, I thought it was time to show you my love, didn't you?" you replied, letting out a small chuckle. You felt shy for a moment, embarrassed by your love. "You know a lot of secrets about me, and you know that one of those secrets is that I love you. I know, you know it, everyone knows it, and in case it's not clear to you, I'll tell you again. I love you, my dear, I love you," he replied.

They both laughed, as if they were two kindergarten children who had just gotten into a mischief. Their love was real, a soulmate love, but not a love from beyond. You understood each other as no one else did, but not in that way.

"Wait, stay here, don't move," you told your friend. You left without giving him any explanation, straight to your room in search of your camera. You wanted to capture this moment "I'm back. Now, look at the camera for me, please," you said as you placed the camera at your eye level. George didn't have time to say a word when he heard the camera click "you didn't let me know!" he yelled at you, you laughed "you looked good, I swear, plus the best photos are spontaneous, believe me" you said calmly. "I just heard a click, maybe he was taking pictures without me?!?" they heard John shout from the kitchen. Those guys really had no bottom. Soon they were all huddled in the armchair, laughing and fighting with each other.

You took multiple photos. from candid photos of them talking and laughing, to them being in funny poses. "Let's go out on the balcony, I have an idea" you told everyone. Everyone followed you, the air was a little colder thanks to the scarce sun. Their streets were still as busy as when they arrived.

they all settled behind the city. The blue sky was visible in the background, next to their buildings and apartments. You turned your camera around, trying to move it as far away as possible, and you took the picture.

At the time you didn't know it, but that photo came out perfect.

Ringo smiled as he showed off his rings. Paul smiled as always, with that beautiful pose of his. John was looking at the camera through his beautiful glasses, smiling like no other photo. George posed with his cigarette dangling on his fingers, smiling like when they were 10 years old, the smoke adorning his face in an angelic way. And you were in the middle, with the brightest smile in the world, your eyes shining as you looked at the camera.

When they returned from the United States you kept that photo with your life after seeing it.

You took it to all the other concerts you had together, always kept in your pocket as if it were a lucky charm. And every time you felt discouraged you saw it, closed your eyes and remembered the moment.

And every time you turned to the photo you laughed, remembering as if it were yesterday when you shouted "let's go for those little glories days" as they left the room for their first concert. You remembered how they laughed, everything they enjoyed that stay. You remember the euphoria of going out to play and feel how the screams of people made you vibrate. You could feel their excitement despite being about 20 meters away from them, and you loved that.

There was nothing more rewarding than leaving the concert sweaty and with the adrenaline rush. Still feeling the strings of the guitar in your fingers.

That photo wasn't just a piece of paper. It was your reason, your motivation. That was the reason why you were here, how you got here. That was your reminder of why you did what you did, and why you kept doing it.

a/n: something a little different, I wanted to feed my hyperfixation that I've had lately for the Beatles.

[ringosmistress]

[inkpotsprite]

Jason (buried underground): *panic, clawing, digging, catatonia*

Dick: *sings the beatles*

[iheartjohnlennon]

The Beatles NSFW Alphabet - George   

@heiterhund >>> #1 co writer

Oopsies for any grammatical errors

A is for Aftercare (How he treats you after sex, what happens after sex, etc...) 

• George didn’t even know it had a name. He just thought it was common practice to be caring and giving after sex.

• He usually runs you both a shower, quick to support your body as he rinses and cleans you off. He’ll offer you a clean blanket after the act, just to be sure you feel comfortable and at ease. The bed will be all done up, fluffed pillows, enough space, all for you and him.

• Super, super sweet guy. If you wanted a drink he’d probably already have it ready at the bedside. 

     

B is for Body part (His favourite body part of yours) 

• George loves your eyes and mouth.

• He loves the way your eyes light up when you see something you like. The pretty gleam when you make eye contact with him has him weak in the knees. He feels like a lovesick dog.

• Your smile is so precious. He loves the way your teeth look, no matter how much you may dislike them. He thinks they’re perfect. 

• Your eyes and mouth are so beautiful to him...especially when you’re taking a mouthful of his cock with your eyes watering.

     

C is for Cum (Everything to do with cum!)

• George likes to cum in your mouth.

• He especially likes when you swallow his cum and don't spit it out. He likes the filthiness of that.

     

D is for Dirty secret (Something utterly filthy that he did and/or does/and or wants to do behind your back.)

• George wants to do anal but he thinks that you would think it's gross.

• He knows it'd feel way tighter than your cunt and he wants that feeling. With your consent and some lube, he'd be fucking you like a rabbit. George definitely teases the hole as well. It looks so cute, so tight, so warm - perfect for his cock. 

• George thinks doing anal things would make him feel more dominant. You'd be his bitch, taking it up the ass.

• He doesn’t know how to ask or tell you about it directly, so he usually gets off to the idea of it. He feels quite odd for liking it…maybe one day he’ll confide in you.

     

E is for Experience (How experienced is he?)

• Georgie has little experience, little knowledge, so he just finds his way. 

• He lost his virginity with his friends cheering him on in the next room, in a cold, dark room to a German prostitute, and he didn't last very long - I'm sure that says a lot!

• His thrusts are sloppy but he tends to hit your g-spot either way. But not due to expertise...it’s just because his cock is sizeable.

• But he’s a quick learner!! Tell him what feels good and he’ll do just that and improve.

     

F is for Favourite position (How he loves to fuck you)

• He's very much into doggy style. He likes having you face down, ass up on the edge of the bed as he pounds and ruts into you senselessly. It always makes him feel alive.

• It also gives him an excuse to dig his sharp teeth into your shoulder. He's so possessive like that. He also likes pulling your hair back as he fucks into you.

• It doesn't have to be all rough though, he can slow down and be all sensual.

• He has a big cock as well, that position is perfect for him and for you. 

     

G is for Goofy (How silly is he during sex?)

• He’s not really goofy or joking during sex. He thinks it’s too special to be joking.

• He thinks sex is a special bond between two people, and if he’s speaking or talking - it’s either him complimenting you, or saying pure filth.

     

G is also for Goal (What's his goal and/or dream in relation to sex.) 

• George just wants to make you cum.

• In fact George wouldn't care if he doesn't end up cumming, just as long you do - in the best, most drawn out, most satisfying, most toe clenching, most sheet drenching, most impregnating, most draining way possible.

     

H is for Hair (How well groomed he is, does the carpet match the drapes, etc..)

• George has a lot of pubic hair, especially around his balls. His hair peeks out below his navel, a cute little happy trail.

• It’s not bad, by any means, there’s just a lot of it.

     

I is for Intimacy (How romantic he is during sex, etc..)

• George is naturally very soft, very romantic and very kind.

• He doesn't always go all out with candles and rose petals and champagne but when he can he does.

• He always does a bit above the bare minimum though, there's no just going at it like bunnies - there'll always be a nice track on in the background, always foreplay.

     

J is for Jack off (Masturbation headcanon.) 

• If it’s his only means of getting off, he’ll do it. It ’s not his preferred choice, but if you’re not available, he has no other option.

• He has some photos of you that he uses. for his birthday, his gift to himself was booking you a photo shoot. The photographer was sworn to secrecy and told to destroy the film he had after it was processed.

• Those photos are kept in his billfold, always in his pocket and used during desperate times.

     

K is for Kink (One or more of their kinks in relation to you.) 

• George has a sub kink for sure, and though it's not often he lets you dominate him, he does love it when you're rough with him.

• He revels in you tugging at his hair, calling him names, riding him - sometimes that stuff just brings him a joy he can't put into words.

• So yeah, sometimes he just wants to be your bitch.

     

L is for Location (Favourite place to do the deed.)

• George definitely likes doing it in hotel rooms and all that jazz. He travels a lot, so of course hotel rooms are his natural favourite.

• He also has taken quite the liking to fucking you in the studio. Whenever anyone is out for lunch, he’s there dragging you to bend you over the amps and have his way with you.

     

M is for Motivation (What turns them on about you, gets him hard, makes him cum, etc..) 

• George is deeply turned on by your confidence and the way you carry yourself. Your self-assured attitude drives him wild.

• He loves it when you take the initiative, whether it's initiating a kiss, a touch, or suggesting new things to try in bed. Your boldness excites him.

• George is especially turned on when you affirm how good he makes you feel. Hearing you moan "it feels so good, Georgeeee" or praising his skills in bed just does it for him in so many ways.

     

N is for No (Turn offs, what pisses him off, etc..) 

• He dislikes very rough or overly aggressive behavior in bed. George prefers a more sensual and intimate approach to sex.

• George is also turned off by any kind of dishonesty or insincerity. He values genuine connections and can't stand it when things feel fake or forced.

     

O is for Oral sex (Does he prefer giving or receiving? How does he give, how does he receive?) 

• George will never admit this, but at his core he’s a slight bottom. He loves the attention he gets when you’re on your knees and gagging around his length.

• His hand usually cups your cheek, thumb brushing the soft skin there as you stare up at him through your lashes.

• He loves the feeling of your mouth around him, the warmth and the wetness driving him crazy. The sensation of your tongue swirling around his tip makes him groan in pleasure. There's no feeling like it.

     

P is for Pace (Fast or slow? Rough or sensual? Ect.)

• George's pace tends to be slow and sensual, reflecting his desire to make each moment last and savour the connection with you.

• He prefers to take his time, exploring your body with deliberate and tender movements. He believes that building up the anticipation makes the climax even more satisfying.

• He’s not opposed to picking up the pace if you ask for it, but his natural inclination is to be gentle and loving.

• During more passionate encounters, his pace can quicken, becoming more intense and urgent, especially if he's particularly aroused or if you've been teasing him all day.

     

Q is for Quickie (His opinion on quickies, how often they happen, etc..)

• Obviously he doesn't hate them but would much prefer you to have sex that's comfortably timed.

• When they do occur, it's in desperate times, like he hasn't seen you in weeks or he can't get rid of a boner.

• He can finish quickly and fuck you hard so you don't possibly get caught.

     

R is for Risk (What kind of risks will they take.)

• George is cautious by nature and generally avoids situations that might lead to getting caught, preferring to keep your intimate moments private and sacred.

• However, he does have a bit of a spontaneous side. He enjoys the thrill of doing something unexpected, like pulling you into a quiet room during a gathering or surprising you with a passionate kiss in an empty hallway.

• George’s idea of risk is more about breaking routine than being public. He loves to surprise you with spontaneous intimacy at unexpected times, like when you’re in the middle of a conversation or doing something mundane.

     

S is for Stamina (How many rounds he can last, how quickly can they cum, etc..)

• George has a steady stamina; he might not go for marathon sessions, but he’s certainly capable of giving you a few solid rounds.

• He typically lasts a good amount of time, enough to make sure you’re fully satisfied before he lets himself go.

• He’s more about quality than quantity, focusing on making each round deeply satisfying rather than trying to stretch it out unnecessarily.

     

T is for Toys (Does he own toys, use them, what kind of toys, etc?) 

• George isn’t someone who naturally gravitates toward sex toys, but he’s not opposed to them either if you personally want to use them. He just won't engage because he trusts himself to give you pleasure.

• He’s more into the connection between the two of you rather than relying on...accessories.

     

U is for Unfair (How much does he like to tease you, how does he tease you, etc..) 

• George has a teasing streak, but it’s always playful rather than mean. He loves to draw out your pleasure, taking his time to get you worked up before giving you what you want.

• He enjoys the build-up, like whispering sweet, naughty things in your ear, lightly brushing his fingers over sensitive areas, or pulling away just when you think he’s going to give you more.

     

V is for Volume (How loud is he, what noises does he make, what does he say, etc..)

• George is relatively quiet during sex, preferring to express himself through soft moans, deep breaths, and quiet gasps.

• He’s not one for loud, vocal expressions, but the intensity of his breathing and the occasional groan lets you know just how much he’s enjoying himself.

• He loves hearing you, though, and your moans often encourage him to be a little louder, especially when you’re both close to climax.

• In those moments when he’s overwhelmed by pleasure, you might hear a slightly louder moan or grunt, but it’s always controlled and subdued.

     

W is for Wildcard (Random sexual headcanon.)

• George has a surprising playful side that comes out in the bedroom. He loves experimenting with sensory play, like using feathers or ice cubes to tease and stimulate your body, enjoying the mix of sensations and how they heighten your pleasure.

 

You shiver slightly - George is trailing an ice cube along the curve of your neck, watching intently as goosebumps rise on your skin. He smiles, leaning in to kiss away the cold trail he’s left, the contrast of his warm lips against your chilled skin sending a thrill through your body.

     

X is for X-ray (His cock.) 

• 7 inches, slim but not skinny, aaaannd not circumcised. (I want him so bad.)

       

Y is for Yearning (His sex drive, how much do they want you?)

• George's sex drive is somewhat understated but powerful. He might not be as overtly aggressive, but when he wants you, it’s an intense and all-consuming desire.

• He often finds himself thinking about you at the most unexpected times - while strumming his guitar, during a quiet moment in the studio, or even while out in nature.

     

Z is for Zzz (Sleep afterwards?)

• You and George go to sleep at roughly the same time because you both talk until you fall asleep. 

• You talk about anything really. Your day, the weather, your jobs, how good his cock just was - everything! 

• And sex doesn't always come before sleep. Sometimes you'll both decide to watch a movie before you drift off, or maybe you'll have a really late dinner.

Ringo, last but not least...

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[littleflower-426]

[thebeatles-world]

oh awesome !! would you be comfortable writing a John × reader with auburn hair that reminds him of his mum's? And maybe some comforting him ensues

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The dim light of the recording studio cast long shadows, but your auburn hair caught the faint glow, reminding John of home. His eyes softened when they fell on you, lost in thought, comparing the rich tones of your hair to the familiar warmth of his mother’s.

“Y’know,” he murmured, a rare vulnerability lacing his voice, “your hair... it reminds me of my mum’s. Same color.”

You paused, watching him with quiet concern. It wasn't often that John let his guard down, and when he did, it was usually in fleeting moments like these.

“You miss her, don’t you?” you asked softly, moving closer.

He gave a small nod, his eyes a little too distant, as though he was reliving memories from long ago. “Every day,” he admitted, his voice breaking just slightly.

Without thinking, you reached out, your fingers gently combing through his hair, offering him comfort in the only way you knew how. He leaned into your touch, his head falling to your shoulder as though he had been waiting for this moment.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I’m making her proud,” he whispered. “With all this madness... all this fame...”

“You are,” you reassured him, your hand tracing soothing circles on his back. “She’d be so proud of you, John. For your music, for everything.”

He didn’t respond right away, but you felt his arm snake around your waist, holding you close as if you were his lifeline. The room was quiet, the only sound his quiet breathing as he sought the comfort he hadn’t known he needed.

And in that moment, you knew you were more than just a reminder of the past. You were his present, and maybe, just maybe, a part of his future too.

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[johnlennonswifey]

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!! 🙌🙌

‘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 🙌🙌

[oliviaglumac]

Pretty isn’t pretty

Pairing : Paul McCartney x fem!reader

Requested : no

Genre : fluff / angst

The mirror seemed to glare at you as you sat on the edge of the bed, carefully applying another layer of mascara. Your vanity table was a sea of makeup tubes, brushes, and jewelry, all scattered in a way that made it clear you’d been searching for something.

But no matter how much you tried, it never felt like enough.

“Still at it?” Paul’s voice floated in from the doorway.

Startled, you glanced up, meeting his warm hazel eyes through the reflection. He leaned casually against the frame, his sleeves rolled up and a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Just a little longer,” you muttered, focusing back on your reflection.

Paul pushed off the doorway and crossed the room, settling himself on the chair beside you. He rested his chin in his hand as he watched you swipe a rosy blush across your cheeks.

“You look perfect already, love,” he said, his voice soft but sure.

You laughed under your breath, shaking your head. “You don’t have to say that.”

“But I mean it,” he replied, his brows furrowing slightly. “What’s all this for?”

You hesitated, staring at your reflection. The dark circles under your eyes still peeked through the concealer. Your lips didn’t have the fullness you envied in magazines. And no matter how hard you worked, there was always someone prettier, someone more glamorous.

“I just want to look good for you,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Paul’s face softened. He reached out, gently taking your hand and pulling it away from the brush you were clutching.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice low and filled with sincerity. “I don’t love you because of some lipstick or fancy dress. I love you because of who you are—because you’re kind, clever, and you make me laugh even when I don’t want to.”

Your gaze dropped to your lap. “But sometimes it feels like that’s not enough,” you said. “Like I’m not enough.”

Paul’s heart ached at your words. He knelt down in front of you, his hands cradling yours.

“Listen to me,” he said, his eyes searching yours. “The world will always try to make you feel like you need to be more—prettier, smarter, better. But it’s rubbish. You’re already everything to me.”

Tears welled in your eyes, and you bit your lip to keep them from falling.

“You don’t have to do all this for me,” he continued, his voice softening. “I see you, Y/N. The real you. And I wouldn’t change a thing.”

You let out a shaky breath, his words settling over you like a warm blanket. Slowly, you nodded, letting him guide you to your feet.

Paul smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Now, come on. Let’s forget all this and go get something to eat. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you believed him—even just a little.