emloveslennon

just your average teenaged girl in love with very old men • i write for fellow delulus

[emlovslennon]

watched die hard once now i need a rich German man to spoil me and buy me whatever i want whenever i want it why am i like this

[thedissenters]

John Lennon at the Granada TV Centre in Manchester, England | 25 November 1963

[winstonpaul]

Paul McCartney in Sefton Park, Liverpool.

[emlovslennon]

if there’s a british man out there who looks like this man’s doppelganger i give you full access to my cootchie thank u god bless

[emlovslennon]

how to find an older British man to take care of me no borax no glue

[emlovslennon]

well hi guys ((: it’s been a HOT mf minute. how’s everybody doingggg (:

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bed chem

plot: it’s your first yet last year at Hogwarts. You finally decided to attend as a freshly 18 year old young woman, but following being put in the Slytherin house, you fancy the long haired professor that owned it.

(yes, this is based off a sabrina carpenter song because i love her and this song is so him).

warnings: smut, age gap (the reader IS AN ADULT), snape did not know her as a child, fluff ending cuz why not.

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“So what took you so long to attend Hogwarts?” Your friend, Hermione asked. You and Hermione were in the same grade, she was just a year younger than you were.

“I ‘dunno, I just thought I’d give it a try.” You replied. You felt zoned out nearly the entire morning until a tall, fit, man walked past you. He looked as if he was the human embodiment of a raven.

“Moine… W-who is that?” You whispered, slightly nudging her shoulder.

“Oh, him? That’s Professor Snape. I wouldn’t bother him, he can be quite grouchy.” Hermione explained. You could hear him talking in the distance, he was merely a few feet away from you. Sounded like he was discussing grades with some student that, from the sounds of it, was not doing well.

“Oh my god, his voice.” You nearly squealed. Hermione shushed you almost immediately, followed by a giggle.

“He has real good hearing, y’know. He could be listening in.” Hermione giggled. You couldn’t say she was wrong, because before too long, Snape turned directly in your direction, walking toward you. Your heart began to pound as your eyes went from his face to the floor.

“Good morning, Miss L/N.” He greeted, his grim voice making you tremble.

“H-hello, Professor… um” You stuttered. You could have sworn your brain stopped working. I mean, Hermione just told you his name and you already forgot.

“Snape, silly girl. You should be becoming accustomed to it. You belong to Slytherin. I would start to become less ditzy, if I were you.” Snape scolded. Your blushing became so severely evident. You felt so embarrassed, but Merlin, he was attractive. You felt ashamed over how easily the most inappropriate thoughts scattered your mind at the sight of him.

“Y-yes, Professor Snape. I-I have your class, right?” You asked. Hermione gave you a look, as if to say, “why did you ask that?” Mainly because most students were horrified of him, and pretended to not know when his class was to avoid attending.

“Yes, you do. In fact, it starts right now.” He replied, the bell ringing for first period echoing across the cafeteria.

“Follow me.” He said. You turned to Hermione and gave her a goodbye hug before getting up and heading to class.

“So, I see you’re befriended with Hermione. The insufferable know-it-all.” He blurted out, clearly trying to start a conversation.

“Y-yes. I am. We’ve been friends since children, I just never attended Hogwarts until now. I think it would be better to graduate here.” You asserted.

“Makes sense, I suppose.” He responded. Your face was burning red, your hands were clammy. You couldn’t believe you made yourself such a nervous wreck over a man you just met. You prayed to Merlin he didn’t notice, but from your look alone, it could have been evident from a mile away.

“You look flushed, Miss Y/N. Why is that?” He questioned. Your heart sank. You felt as if your chest was gonna burst from how hard it was pounding. How do I explain to him he’s the “cute guy with the long black robe and the thick accent that I think I’d have really good bed chemistry with?” Simply impossible.

“I just, um. Don’t feel good.” You lied.

“Funny, you were just fine when you were snickering about me to your insolent friend.” He retorted.

“How did you know?” You asked. His brows furrowed up slightly, knowing he caught red handed.

“You know, Miss Y/N, it’s rude to talk behind someone’s back. Surely you’re smart enough to realize that.” He says, his voice lowering. At this point, we stopped walking and he stood in front of you, nearly towering over your body.

“I… It wasn’t bad. I just, I just said I liked your accent.” You stated. He chuckled darkly at your poor attempt to defend yourself.

“Is that so? We will discuss this more after class.” He said sternly. Discuss what? The fact you liked his accent? What kind of absurdity was that? Needless to say, you had no room to really complain. I mean, alone, together, with the guy you find hot. What’s wrong with that?

After class, although your body started to tremble, you made your way to his desk. He was still sat, his hands on the table clasped together.

“Sit.” He demanded softly. You obeyed almost immediately.

“What was it you wanted to discuss?” You spoke. The awkward silence between you two was damning, especially because you already know what he was going to talk to you about.

“I believe you know very well what I wanted to speak to you about. I know what you’re trying to pull, Miss Y/N.” Snape said, your breath hitched.

“I-I don’t know what you’re-“ you were shut up by the sound of your Professor getting out of his seat and walking towards you and kneeling right in front of your body.

“Silence. If you came here merely to bed me, I’d have you greatly mistaken. First and foremost, if that be the case, which it most certainly is, I suggest you actually pay attention in my class and not spend your time daydreaming and drawing while your know-it-all friend blurts out the answers that nobody else knows. Secondly, you can’t even attempt to deny your attraction when I can see your thighs trembling with lust. I know what you want, but I’m not so sure you deserve it, yet. I believe I’ll need some… Proof, if you will.” Snape confessed. If your panties weren’t fucked before, they sure as hell are now. You could feel your wetness seeping onto the chair. You mentally slapped yourself for wearing a skirt and no tights.

“Professor… I-I-“ You shushed yet again as he put his index finger to your lips.

“Severus. Do not call me ‘Professor’ right now. I am not your Professor in this moment, do you understand? You prove to me your… Submission, and you’re no longer my student, nor I your Professor.” Severus reprimanded. You nodded your head vigorously.

“I-I know what would make sense to me in this very moment.” You mumbled, nearly a whisper. Severus raised his brow at you in curiosity.

“I think you picking me up and turning me around over your desk just makes sense.” You whispered, leaning towards his ear. You could have sworn you heard a growl coming from him.

“Very well. Get up and bend over my desk. Now.” Severus demanded, sternly this time around. When you hesitated slightly, just by the mere shock of it all, he picked you up by your shoulders and pushed you into his desk, nearly slamming your chest onto the top of it.

“Silly girl. Can’t obey one task? Such a shame.” He mumbles. He lifts your skirt up to your abdomen and pulls down your cherry decorated panties.

“How juvenile. But, I mustn’t lie, I do enjoy them.” He compliments. Well, kinda. His fingers run across your soaked slit, he groans at the feeling of his fingers fondling your wetness.

“Such a needy little thing. Tell me, Miss Y/N, what is it that you want from me, hm?” He asks, his voice is low and seductive. You could not believe this was happening. There was no way in hell you could ever tell Hermione about this.

“Y-your fingers. Please, Severus.” You pleaded. Severus chuckled darkly at your pathetic pleas and shoved two fingers inside your core. You gasped at the intrusion. Severus made sure to keep his thumb on your bundle of nerves. For a man his students think get no action, this man knows what he’s doing.

“This? How pathetic. But, I must say, you’re such an obedient little girl. So eager for me.” Severus praised. Your legs shook at his vicious attack on your core. You moaned loudly, feeling a large hand cover your mouth.

“Quiet, incompetent girl.” Severus whispered. You felt so embarrassed at the fact that you were already getting close. But it felt all too overwhelming.

“Already close? How feeble. So pathetic. I suppose I should let you finish, hm?” Severus cooed. You were way too caught into finishing until you felt a harsh slap to your rear.

“Answer me. Or I won’t.” Severus ordered.

“Y-yes. S-Severus. P-please.” You managed to stutter out. He was right, you were pathetic. Nearly drooling on your Professors desk as he fingered you mercilessly. But it couldn’t end here, you wouldn’t let it.

“I-I need more, Severus. Please.” You begged. Severus looked at you with a confused look. As if he was shocked that you really wanted him to violate you.

“What do you want?” He asked, mere whisper.

“I need you to deflower me.” You mustered. Severus eyes widened, clearly taken aback by what you said.

“Y/N, I need to understand something right now. Once I start, I will not contain myself. Losing your innocence is something that is not of little importance. When it’s gone, it is gone. It will belong to me.” Severus clarified. You nodded.

“I don’t care, I need you entirely too much. I need you to bed me, right here, right now.” You admitted. It was with this admission that something changed within Severus. He picked you up and turned you around onto your back, now laying on his desk. You covered your face in nervousness as he removed his trousers. Without warning, he pushed into you. Causing you to yelp out.

“Y-you couldn’t even give me a warning?” You squeaked out.

“Why should I? I told you. I’m not containing myself. Explaining myself again would be futile.” Severus grunted. However, seeing you had tears prickling out of your eyes from the violation, he stayed still. Waiting for you to let him move.

“S-sorry, I’m just trying to get used to y-“ you stopped dead in your tracks as Severus cupped your face with his hands and kissed you. It wasn’t aggressive nor rough, but passionate and quite…. meaningful. You moaned into the kiss as he sped up, your skin colliding in a sinful orchestra.

“Gods, you are beautiful, Y/N. Does it still hurt?” Severus panted into your ear. The burn was lingering, yet fading. You became engulfed in bliss as he began to roughly thrust into you.

“N-no. Y-you f-feel so good. Don’t s-stop.” You moaned out. You expected Severus’ hand to come over your mouth, yet nothing. It’s like he didn’t care anymore. Which to be fair, he shouldn’t. It was late, and one little moan shouldn’t be so loud that everyone in Hogwarts heard it.

“I do? You’re enchanting, you know that?” Severus chuckled. You were dazed beyond recognition. It was so deliciously sinful that it was too much for your little mind to process. Severus bent his head down to attack your neck, for sure to leave hickies in the morning. You make a mental note to wear a scarf for tomorrow.

“F-faster.” You squeaked. You felt yourself getting so feverishly close, so close yet so far. it was killing you. Severus took the hint that your climax was approaching by you tightening around him and your pants and moans were up an octave. Severus grabbed your hips and began to, for lack of a better term, pound into you. You looked up at his disheveled face. His raven hair was slightly stuck to his forehead from sweat, brows furrowed slightly, and his mouth agape, panting like a dog in heat.

“You’re close, I know you are. I want you to release for me, lovely girl. Can you do that?” Severus panted out. You nodded lively as you felt your sweet release wash over like a wave. Your legs shook at the force and you bit your lip to prevent a scream, causing blood to trickle down your bottom lip.

“Foolish girl, don’t do that.” Severus reprimanded. Taking his sleeve and wiping the blood from your chin.

“I-I want it on my… face.” You whimpered. Severus stopped thrusting and looked at you.

“You want me to…. Violate your face is such a way?” He questioned.

“Yes, yes I do.” You panted. Severus gave you a look of complete disbelief, but pulled out of you and grab your hand to help you stand up. He giggled as you wobbled when you stood.

“Get on your knees, then.” He demanded darkly. You wasted no time getting on your knees and sticking your tongue out for him.

“What an indecent minx you are.” He said. He began to stroke his member at a vigorous pace, biting his lip in the process.

“Gods, keep your mouthing open. Sweet, obedient, girl.” He moaned as he released on your tongue, face, and clothed breasts. Once he was done, his left hand cupped your face, admiring your profane beauty. He let go and went to grab tissues to wipe your face.

“I see I… painted your blouse.” He joked. Your white blouse covered with his semen.

“Well, I’d assume that’s what washing machines are for.” You retorted, causing him to chuckle.

“I assume this is a one time occasion?” Severus asked. You could hear the slight disappointment hinted in his voice.

“Not unless you want it to be. You interest me, Severus.” You replied. Severus’ face lit up as he heard the confirmation. He cupped your chin and gave you one last kiss.

“I’ll see in the morning, wicked girl.” He whispered. You nodded and smiled as you zipped your skirt back up and walked out of his office and back to your dorm. Gods, the excuse you’re gonna have to make up to Hermione.

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HEYYYY GUESS WHOS BACK BACK AGAINNNN!!! Yes, I’m having a BAD SNAPE phase so my apologies BUTTTT I HOPE YOU LIKE THISSSS!!!

[emlovslennon]

write somethung fluffy and cute about 70s john x younger reader plssss

Ask and yee shall receive (in like three years lmao). This is cute I love this idea!

Year: 1974

Summary: you had one of the worst night terrors of your life and John has to comfort you through it. <3

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Your heart was pounding. Blood was rushing through your veins as you ran as quick as you possibly could through the woods. You heard it. Whatever it was. You heard it. The sound of demonic growls pierced your ear drums, the fast stomping of a creature unbeknownst to you. Your entire body was drenched in sweat, knees and palms were bloody. You couldn’t remember why. Your mind blanked as you tripped on a long branch in your way, making you tumble. You tumbled all the way down the hill. Your face smacking against rocks and small branches in the process. You landed. Your face bruised and bloody. Your knees were weak, you couldn’t stand. You stared helpless as a tall, black, almost transparent creature with long sharp claws and red eyes eyed you. You squeezed your eyes together as you awaited your doom. Well, until you woke up.

You let out a loud gasp as you sat up drenched in sweat. Reality didn’t hit you until your boyfriend, John, awakened by your sobs.

“Christ, y/n. What’s wrong?” John asked, panic laced in his voice. You never had nightmares until you started dating John. The media mainly talked about your age gap. John was 34, and you had just turned 20. You didn’t think to much of it. You both loved each other dearly. But you quickly realized the stress of the media calling your boyfriend a creep was taking a toll on you.

“I-im fine, it was just a nightmare.” You said, your voice weak from crying. John gave a slight nod as he pulled you into his arms.

“Shh, love. It’s okay. I’m here. You know that.” John whispered. Calming you.

“Just been stressed.” You mumbled. John ran his fingers through your hair as his brushed against your forehead.

“I know, darling. It’ll be alright, I promise you. Fuck what bastards say, I love you and that’s all that matters. Alright?” He reassured. Making you look him in the eye.

“I love you, John.” You said. A smile slowly creeping across your face.

“I know. I love me too.” John retorted, jokingly. Making you both giggle.

“Go back to sleep, love. I’ll make sure to hold you closer.” John cooed. You nodded as both of you laid back down. A smile on your face until lingering into unconsciousness in a now peaceful sleep.

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This was super short, but I thought this was cute. I hope you like it!

[emlovslennon]

Hey, guys! So, I sincerely apologize for not getting any of your requests as of late. I’ve been extremely stressed out and been writing random things to calm me down, it’s therapeutic for me. But, I’m back so if you have requests PLEASE give me them, old or new, and I will write them! (Especially for 70s john or older John because meow).

[h1s-ang3l]

cliff burton with a sir kink 😍😍

any thots? 🤗

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all the thots.

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Help! She Needs Somebody!

Era: 1965

Plot: John is finally done with the filming of Help! And his wife is more than happy about it.

Warnings: SMUUUUT, (pure usual, lol). Tooth rotting fluff, cursing, andddd that’s it.

(enjoy the photo). (:

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The beach was dreadfully hot as the boys shot their last couple angles for the ending credits for their movie. You were so impatient, tapping your foot and checking the time with your watch. You were feeling weak in the knees knowing that any second now, John would walk towards you and spend the rest of the night with you, and, knowing John, you knew what that entailed.

“Alright, boys! It’s a wrap!” Richard Lester, the director, yelled out. He clapped his hands in excitement. John was soaked from frolicking around in the ocean. He looked absolutely marvelous, though. Before you knew it, John was running up to you and hugging you tightly, picking you up and swinging you around.

“Can you believe it? It’s finally over! Hell, I thought it’d never end.” John chuckled. He never failed to make you putty in his hands every time he spoke, it was like he was casting a spell on you.

“John, you got me wet! You have to change!” You giggled, staring down at your green mini dress that’s now been ruined by Johns wet clothing.

“Yea? Not the first time I’ve heard that.” John whispered, winking at you cheekily. You blushed at his words. You knew you couldn’t deny it. As soon as you two would get home, whether it be your home in Kenwood or a hotel room, you would be a begging mess for him. Emphasizing how wet he made you. He loved to hear it. He loved to hear how much control and ownership he had over you.

“Can we go home now?” You mumbled. Pulling him into a tight embrace and looking into his eyes.

“Huh? What was that, love?” John said, pulling his hand up to his ear. You rolled your eyes and about stomped your foot in frustration.

“Can we go home?” You said, louder this time. John did giggled at your clear frustration and nodded, holding his hand out for you. Since you two were both currently in the Bahamas, you had to stay in a hotel room for at least one more night before you can take a plane back to England.

Once you two checked in and arrived in your hotel room, John pushed you against the wall, making you gasp.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to have you alone like this. Couldn’t stand making that fucking movie.” John said, his voice low and deep. He spent no time capturing your lips with his. Your hands interlocking as John pressed himself against you, causing to moan into the kiss.

You knew he had a distaste for filming Help! When he and the rest of the group had to do the skiing scenes, you were there and he would sit and rant to about how much he hated every second of filming so far any chance he had.

“Go, on the bed.” John orders. You walk over to the large, white, satin bed and begin to unzip your mini dress until you feel a large hand grabbing your arm.

“Let me do it, love. It’s been far too long.” John said softly. You sigh as John slowly unzips your mini dress, leaving you in only your panties. You usually decided to not wear bras when your wearing mini dresses, or just in general. To be fair, you didn’t really like wearing them. Not like John liked you wearing them either.

“Beautiful.” John mumbled. He slightly pushed you onto the bed as he began to undress himself from his wet clothing. John slowly laid above your body as discarded your panties, which had a very evident wet spot.

“Aw, you really did miss me, didn’t you, sweet girl?” He cooed. Softly rubbing your little nub that’s been desperate for affection.

“Y-yes” you moaned out, quietly. John smirked at your shyness and put his finger into your core. Causing you to gasp and whimper.

“Yea? That’s good?” He asked. You feel him harden against your thigh as squelching sounds started to fill the room as he added a second finger.

“John, please.” You whimper.

“I just started, hun. Already?” He asks. You felt slight embarrassment that you wanted him to hurry up, but you just couldn’t help it.

“‘M sorry, I just really need you.” You say between soft moans. John smiles at your sweetness. He knew you were better than any fan girl he had, no matter their looks. Nobody could treat him as well as you do.

“Don’t apologize, love. I love giving my girl what she wants.” He said, kissing your cheek. He started into your eyes as he lined himself up to your entrance. You nod vigorously and buck your hips up to get him inside. John groaned at this.

“Needy thing, aren’t you?” John says as he slowly pushes into you. Nothing was a bigger turn on for John then your face when he first enters you. Your eyebrows arch, eyes close, and you bite your lip so hard he’s worried it’ll bleed. His fingers caress your cheek as you come back to reality once he bottoms out.

“Goddamn. Missed this.” John grunts as he slides in and out of you. Your moans begin to become louder. You become worried that somebody might hear, you cover your mouth with your hand, but John yanks it away.

“No. None of that. Like hearing your voice. C’mon, let me know how good it feels.” John said, quite sternly. You moan out as he begins to speed up. He starts hitting that very special spot that makes your whole body shake.

“There we go, lovely. So good. So very fucking good.” John continues to grunt praises into your ear as he pounds into you. He loves the sound of your voice. Especially when he’s making love to you. He loves when you cry out for him, moan, beg, anything. He loves it. He loves you.

You gasp when you start to feel your climax engulf you. You hold onto John’s bicep tightly as your moans and cries become louder.

“J-john!” You moan out. John smirks as he begins to rub your nub, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

“Fuck. I know, I know.” He moans out. It takes you everything in your power to not scream the place down as you let go all over him.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl.” He grunts out. He continues to pound into you in search of his own release.

“John.” You cry out weakly. You started to become overstimulated.

“Hold on, sweet girl. Fuck.” John moaned out. His thrusts were becoming ragged. A sign he was close. His eyebrows were arched and sweat was forming on his forehead. John let out a strangled moan as he finished inside you. You were a gasping, moaning, and shaking mess. You usually were, especially if it was the first time in a long time.

John pulled out as held you in his arms. Peppering kisses all over your face and neck.

“Hey, dear. Remind me to never do a shitty film like that ever again.” John said out of the blue. You giggled as you pulled him into a loving kiss.

You made sure to keep that noted.

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Hi friends! It’s been a long time and I had this in the back of my brain for forever because I love 1965 john more than I love myself!!!

[emlovslennon]

tumblr ain’t feeding us freddie mercury girlies, WE NEED LOVE TO FEED US PLEASE!!!! Specifically 70s freddie bc no discussion bro was hotter than an average California summer.

[emlovslennon]

anotha one because holy fuck this man makes me feral.

era: 1968-early ‘69

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John has been inside our bedroom for at least 2 hours, practicing the same song over and over again. The only song he actually cares about, that is. John has about completely given up on the band, but he at least there’s some energy. One thing to know about John, however, is that he HATES being interrupted. Even by his wife. But, you’ve been craving his touch for weeks, he’s hardly paid any mind, so why not take a risk?

Once you mustered up the courage, and by mustering up you put on a short, skimpy, night gown John had bought you for your second wedding anniversary and some black, see through tights. You slowly, but surely walked up to the door. It took you a good thirty seconds to actually open the door. John didn’t even look at you when you opened the door, to see you standing by the doorway barely covered.

“Johnny, please, it’s been forever. I want you.” You whimpered, too scared to be too loud.

“Y/n… What have I told you at least a thousand times? I’m working, not the time.” John warns, looking back at me. You could see on his face that a blush appeared, he bit his lip, staring you down his down like a predator finding it’s prey.

“But please, John. I promise just one time and you can go back to-“ you was quickly cut off by John nearly slamming his guitar to the ground and getting off of your shared bed to come up and grab you by the chin.

“You just don’t like listening, do you? Been a lot more bitchy lately cuz I haven’t been bedding you. Now you’re just gonna have to take whatever I fucking give you. Do you hear me, girl?” John reprimanded. You felt the heat between your legs beginning to drool and throb. This was gonna be rough, but it’s something.

John grabbed you and threw you onto the bed, you could hear the ruffling of clothes as John unbuckled his belt and undid his purple button up.

“Hands and knees. Now.” John growled, his voice was low and domineering. You actually felt, afraid in way. But it just turned you on. You never saw John like this, and you couldn’t help but like it. You instantly got up on your hands and knees, your head resting against the plush pillow underneath you. He ripped your tights down to your thighs, exposing your bottom half to him.

“You do not understand the amount of stress I’m under right now. The last thing I need is my ever so loving wife to act like a fucking dog in heat.” Johns voice got louder. Without warning, John smacked his belt against your lower half, causing you to cry out.

“John, please. ‘M wanna help you.” You murmured. John looked at you, amazed. You would really do anything for him if it means you got stuffed full of his cock, or if it made him feel better. He really won the jackpot by finding you.

“You wanna help me, baby? Well, I suppose you can. But I’m warning you now, I’m not going easy on ye. So if you need to smack me or tell to me to stop, please do.” He said, quite softly. The softness didn’t last long however, he brought he belt back to your ass again. Your cunt was glistening, wetness pooling down your thighs, aching for him.

“Holy fuck, you like this, y/n? You like how I’m marking your little ass? Huh? Your cunts crying for me.” John chuckled. You put this man in pure disbelief. You make it so hard for him to stay mad at you.

After about six more lashes from his belt, your ass was completely red and bruised. There was definitely gonna be a mark or two (or three) in the morning. Your thighs were shaking, you could feel tears wanting to escape your eyes, but you loved it. Honestly, this was so much better than just regular love making. John took his cock out of his boxers and teased you with it. You were so drenched that your wetness was pooling onto the bedsheets below. Johns mouth literally felt like watering. You were fighting the urge to grind back on him, trying to get him to go inside.

“Almost forgot, baby. Need to stretch ya out.” John mumbled under his breath. He put two fingers into your drooling cunt without warning. Your sighs turned into cries as he scissored you fast and quick. Your heart was pounding, you felt like you were on cloud nine. The pleasure was unbearable.

“Fuck, such a good little girl, you are. Taking everything I give you. My obedient little whore. I fucking love it.” John praised. The praises made you moan louder, the squelching noises from your cunt more than audible.

“John, fuck, please, please.” You begged. Your voice pathetically hoarse from your cries.

“Gonna need more convincing than that. That’s pathetic.” John said. You cried out again when his fingers continually hit your sweet spot.

“John please fuck me. I need you so badly, I’ll be so good please. ‘M so wet for you.” You begged. God, it was dirty, so pathetic. But oh my god. You loved it so much. John almost burst when he heard you beg. He swore it was the hottest thing he had ever heard in his life. John spent no time thrusting his whole length inside you. Giving you no time to adjust.

You screamed at the intrusion. John pounded you like it was last fuck on earth. All the stress from the rehearsals and the rocky friendship with Paul gone away. All he could think about was making his good girl cum. (And himself, duh). You were so, so good to him.

“Yeah, that feel good, sweet girl? Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Lemme hear how good I fuck you.” John demanded. If you weren’t already screaming the house down, you sure as hell were now. Johns cock hit all the right places inside you. But, fuck. He was relentless.

“J-john, s-slow down!” You yelled out. John slapped your ass in response, causing you to cry out.

“You can take it, baby. I know you can. Come on, fucking take it.” John grunted. You turned to look at him. He looked fucking mesmerizing. Sweat was all down his chest and all over his face, his long hair stuck to his forehead and messy. He was biting his lip and he gotten rid of his glasses. He looked like a god.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your sweet release. John caught you staring and gave you a smirk and playful slap to your ass, causing you to gasp. You attempted to look away but John grabbed you once again and flipped you over, so you were underneath him. He pulled you down and pinned your arms above your head, and continued to pound into you. Your thighs and poor cunt started to get sore from the rough treatment, but you can’t say you were complaining in the slightest.

“J-john, I-I-“ you panted. You couldn’t even properly form words anymore. John was fucking you way too good, to the point of being brainless.

“Aw, can’t speak, baby? Is Johnny fucking you too good? Huh? Wanna cum? My angel wants to cum?” John cooed. His hand caressing your cheek as he kissed your forehead. Even if this started because he undeniably pissed, he still couldn’t help but fawn over his beautiful girl. All his.

All you could do was nod. John was thinking about teasing you a bit more and edging you, but you’ve done way too good for him. It just wouldn’t be fair.

“Come on, y/n. Cum for me. Fuck.” John moaned. The squelching sound from your cunt intensified, and you felt an even more overpowering feeling than just a “regular” orgasm. Your weak cries turned into screams as you squirted all onto Johns cock and bedsheets. John stopped his thrusting and watched. Not only was he shocked, he was internally proud of himself.

“What a good fucking girl. Look at that.” John whispered in awe. You were trembling and had tears running down your face, your mascara was staining your cheeks. It pulled at Johns heartstrings. He felt awful now.

“Y/n…Are you okay? Honey, I’m sorry. I’ll clean you up.” Before he could get up and grab a towel, you quickly grabbed his arm.

“No, need you to cum in me. Please. ‘M wanna make you feel good.” You begged weakly. John was taken aback, but smirked as he pinned back to the bed, his hand lightly grasping your neck as he began to pound himself inside you again. You ached as you felt so overstimulated, but you wanted him to get his release. He deserved one too.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum. Just wait a little longer baby.” He grunted. His grunts becoming louder and his pants increasing. He was fucking hot. John let out a strangled moan as he filled you up to the brim. He slowly let his weight fall on top of you. His hair fell to each side of your face.

“T-thank you.” You whisper to him. John looks up, smiling sweetly. He slowly pulls out of you and looks at his cum dripping from your abused cunt.

“Honey, really. If I hurt you, I’m sorry. You’re so precious to me. I hope you know that.” John said with genuine sympathy. You grasped his hand and nuzzled into his chest.

“No, please. Let’s do that more often.”

Needless to say, John took note of that.

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Needless to say, i let out some steam and some sexual frustration in this so uhm enjoy HAHSHS.

[emlovslennon]

John was laying in bed after a long hard day of rehearsing for about 10 hours with his friends. Him, Paul, Stu, and Pete were all practicing until 10:00 AM to 10:00 PM. Needless to say, he was exhausted.

You were already asleep. You fell asleep about an hour before he was to come home. John decided to finally take off his glasses and pull the covers over himself, as he held your waist to get your body closer to him. Before he fell unconscious, however, he heard whimpering. Not a painful whimper, quite the opposite. He seemed taken aback at first, not realizing the problem was. That was until he felt you grind up against him and softly moan. You were having a wet dream.

“Birdie, hey, wake up sweet girl.” He whispered, lightly tapping your shoulder and placing his hand on your thigh.

“Mmh, john..” you said, half asleep.

“That’s it, love, Johnny’s here.” John cooed as his hand slithered up your inner thigh and started ti rub at your panties. You never wore shorts to bed, just felt more comfortable in nothing but just your underwear.

“J-john, your home?” You said groggy, rubbing your eyes and looking up at him.

“Mhm, just in time for my sweet girl to start thinking about me in her sleep. Ain’t that right, doll, hm? You were thinking about Johnny making you feel good?” John said teasingly, rubbing you faster. You bit your lip as you grabbed his arm.

“Yes, John, m want you so bad please.” You said, to be fair, you didn’t wanna fall back asleep cuz you were still extremely tired, fuck that. You’d rather be fucked.

“I know, baby. I heard all about it.” He chuckled, sliding your panties down your legs and throwing them to god knows where in his room. He spent no time shoving two fingers of his right hand inside you as he clasped your mouth shut with his left.

“Shhh, little girl. Don’t want mimi to hear us, now, do we?” He whispered, you nodded as you softly whimpered. John was a guitarist for a reason, he was immensely talented with his fingers. He reached spots you didn’t even think were possible to hit.

“Fuck, you’re soaked. You like it when I finger your little cunt, love? Hm? You like it when I touch you like this? John said, his voice deep and low. You nodded frantically, biting your lip so hard it would bleed.

“J-John, I need you so bad, please. I missed you so much.” You quietly cried out. John smiled as he kissed your head. He took off his boxers and revealed his hard member to you. He slowly lined himself up, looking into your eyes as he pushed in. Your eyes flew to the back of your head as you covered your mouth to let out a loud moan. You felt so stretched and full and you loved it.

“Fuck, so tight. I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself, love.” John grunted.

“Don’t, please, want it so bad.” You whimpered out, your legs spreading wider to give him more room. John used that as a perfect opportunity to start pounding into you whilst covering your mouth again. Can’t forget about mimi.

“You like this, little girl? You like when I’m fucking you rough? My cute little whore. My fucking whore.” John panted out. You could feel your insides getting hotter and hotter, you knew you were about to cum.

“John i-“

“You gonna cum, yea? Do it, sweet thing.” John moaned out. That’s what let you go, it took everything it had in you to not scream as your orgasm washed over you. Just seeing your fucked out expressions made John follow in suit with you, cumming deep inside of you.

You ached, but you knew it was going to be a long night.

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Hi hello I got bored so here’s a thing im back yay fun.

[emlovslennon]

really really thinking ab writing another teddy john smut cuz lord it’s been a minute and just him existing makes me s(cream).

like, precious? baby? darling? dear? boyfriend? husband? sweetie? dearest? hubby?

[emlovslennon]

omgg last night I dreamed about supeeer cute soft dom george being very affectionate and giving making love to reader making her forget all her insecurities whispering in her ear a lot of worship, it's my first request and don't speak English very well but I'm here hehe love ya!

GUYS IM ALIVE HOLY FUCK BALLS !!! Anyway HEHEHHEHE evil laughter back to my mischievousness (mental illness). Also I LOVE YOU TOO

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Era: 1965 cuz i feel like it

Audible moan.

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You had been feeling extremely insecure ever since you got back from the opening of the the Beatles new movie, “Help!” You saw how in the newspapers they were saying incredibly cruel things about you, especially about how tight your black dress was when you wore it to the premiere. It was, “Name the Beatles wife with the worst taste?” Or “That dress certainly doesn’t look flattering on her!” Like it was some joke. You felt tears brim your eyes just thinking about it. You’d constantly look in the mirror and pinch at your stomach and thighs, you just couldn’t understand why you couldn’t be as beautiful as Jane or Maureen or Cynthia.

“Love, I’m back! Love? What’s wrong?” George said, he had just gotten back from a meeting about an upcoming album, so he unfortunately couldn’t take you along since it was a private meeting, not a public one. You were laying on your shared bed crying, with a newspaper at your side. The one that completely wrecked your self esteem. George caught on and picked up, in complete anger, he ripped the newspaper up and threw it in the trash.

“Absolute bloody rubbish! I hate those damn newspapers, y/n, come ‘ere love.” He said, quite angry, but gentle once he called your name. He couldn’t believe someone could say that about his wife. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. How could anyone not agree? They must be blind.

“Love, don’t listen to those bloody bastards, you are the most beautiful and lovely woman I ever laid eyes and have ever met. If they don’t believe that, then they must not have eyes.” He whispers in your ear, playing with your hair. Your tears at this point subsided and you looked up at him, he gave you a grin and kissed your forehead. You know this probably wasn’t the best timing, but you just couldn’t resist when he looks at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes.

“George, could you maybe show me how beautiful I am?” You say quietly, George winks at you in a joking manner and wiggles his eyebrows which make you giggle. George slowly positioned you to get you to lay on your back while he slowly got on top of you.

“I mean it when I say you look stunning in anything.” He whispers, playing with the hem of your black night gown, it was short and only went down to almost the end of your inner thighs. He looked at you for permission and you nodded, as he slowly lifted up your night gown, leaving completely exposed. You usually didn’t bother with under garments when you were going to sleep, you just didn’t feel the need for it.

“You amaze me every time, y’know that?” He praised, as his hands went to your breasts as he pulled you into a passionate kiss, leaving you breathless. George lifted himself up to take off his black long sleeve shirt and the pair of black pants he wore with it, as he went back down to kiss your neck, he hand slowly wandered down to your core, lightly rubbing causing you to whimper. George grinned at the sound, George loved nothing more than when you made noises for him, he doesn’t even really care when it comes to him getting off it’s just as long as you do he’s good.

“Can I?” He asks, his fingers nearing and circling your hole, you nod frantically as he giggles at your reaction, he slowly inserts two fingers into you. You bite your lip and throw your head back into the pillows with the intrusion. But you couldn’t lie, his fingers do wonders. He slowly thrusts them in and out as he watches you whimper and moan, he usually never goes fast unless you tell him to, he’s just never really been that kind of person. Whereas someone like John is the complete opposite.

“F-faster, George!” You moan out, causing George to kiss and suck on your neck harder than he did before as he went faster, your juices starting to seep down to the sheets as the noises coming from your core begin to echo through out the room. You felt the tightness and heat in your belly about to burst and you knew that only meant one thing.

“George-I’m-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you felt as if you were sitting stars as your orgasm hit. George never wanted to admit it, but he absolutely adored when you orgasm your a shaking and moaning mess for him, you look absolutely wrecked just from his fingers.

“Are you ready? Do you need a minute?” He asks, one thing to note about George, is that he is huge on consent, he would never, ever, do something that you didn’t like or something that he thought could hurt you. It would break him into a million pieces if that happened.

“Yes, please!” You say shakily, George nods as he kissed your forehead, slowly lining himself up and entering you.

“You’re always so good for me, always. No one could ever compare.” He whispers lovingly, kissing your earlobe as he slowly thrusts in and out of you.

“Your noises are to die for, you are to die for, i can’t get enough of you.” George loved praising you during sex, he always took pride in doing so.

“G-George, please.” You whisper, George looks up at you, with a questioning face.

“Please, faster! Please!” You moaned out, George gave you a smile and kissed your cheek as he went faster, but not too fast, just slightly faster than the pace he was going. You moan out as he brings his fingers down to your clit and rubs circles round it, making your legs shake. You could feel your orgasm getting closer and creeping up on you like it was the grim reaper.

“George! Im gonna cum, please!” You cried out, all the worry, sadness, and insecurities you were experiencing early had completely disappeared. They were nowhere to be found. George always managed to make your worries and fears go away, it’s like he was magic. But to be fair, he pretty much was.

“Aw, come on pretty girl, cum on me, go on.” George groaned, feeling his own orgasm creep up on him, and before you know it, it wasn’t before too long both of you came together. You were shaking and moaning for quite a bit even after he pulled out and kissed your face all over. George laid on his side and brought the covers over both of you.

“Did that make you feel any better?” George asked, his hand holding yours, you look up at him with a smile.

“What was I upset about again?”

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THIS WAS KINDA CHEESY BUT WOOOOAH I LOVED IT

[emlovslennon]

thought of another writing prompt because why not i have a very large imagination

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okay but the thought of john being possessive over you, even to his band mates :P. like imagine Paul just coming up to you and asking, “hey love, wanna go get some coffee? i haven’t seen you in awhile.” You smile but look to the side and see John staring daggers into the back of Paul’s head. Your heart begins to race as John walks up to him and taps him on the shoulder.

“Listen, you’re my friend, and I care for ya, but don’t fucking ask my girl out, find someone else.”

Or, if he does agree, he HAS to be there with you, and constantly holding your hand or thigh to make sure nobody gets the wrong idea. Especially since the media is crazed on Paul’s next love interest.

Also, John constantly cuddling you and holding you when he can, and when he’s away, you best believe you’re gonna get at least 10 letters a day.

(A little nsfw)

Also, John leaving hickeys all over your thighs, just so only he can see them, I mean, he wasn’t dumb enough to let you go out with them all over your neck.

ALSO, he may or may not have a thing for sleeping inside you🫢