EVERYBODY HERE WANTS YOU - the beatles x female!reader.
tl;dr: my kissing headcanons and drabbles on HOW and WHERE the beatles would hold you when they snog you.
word count: 2.1k
a/n: set around 1966. mildly suggestive this one & based on the jeff buckley song. i'm really happy with it. all hail @sugardollcurse 🤍 and @iheartjohnlennon's fics cause without them, there's no this.
JOHN LENNON
john is a face cradler if i've ever seen one.
the first time you kiss, it's you who initiates.
his fear of abandonment won't let him misread your signs and make the first move, in fear you wouldn't reciprocate.
he always thought about it though and it was painfully obvious to the other lads. especially when you'd both be drunk and close to one another.
the second your lips touch for the first time, he's taken aback.
at first, his hands rest on the curves of your shoulders.
but seconds later, his instincts kick in and both hands fly to your face. just clutching everything he can with the slightest air of desperation.
don't be deceived though, he dominates that kiss and all the others you share. you just got the one up on him for a moment.
his thumbs press firm into the corners of your eyes, your cheeks, your jaw, the corner of your lips like he's trying to memorise every single feature.
he doesn't wear his glasses consistently in this era so he's always close as fuck to your face. he needs to see you.
kissing gets intense fast so usually you're pulling back to breathe or because you both get the smiles and have to giggle it out.
it's probably the messiest, sloppiest snog you've ever experienced.
all saliva and forearms and deep breaths and brushing noses and tongues and even clashing teeth.
you wouldn't have it any other way.
whenever he's done, he'll snake his hand into your hair and tug it to pull you away. never in an act of malice. he'd just lowkey relish in your reaction, your small wince and the way your breath catches for a second.
i could write for weeks about how he'd be into that but alas
it's early in the starry morning and you can still hear the ambience of the house party from the roof. you smirked to yourself, absentmindedly grateful to be invited to parties fancy enough to even have a rooftop patio. the musk of sweat, smoke and alcohol cling to your clothes and your skin and it's as you take a drag of your last cigarette of the night that you started to fantasise about your shower.
you heard the faint creak of the glass door behind you open but remained facing out towards the sleeping neighbourhood. you were so deep in thought that when the person behind you spoke, you swore they were speaking a different language.
"sorry, what?" you craned your head round, smiling bashfully to see john approaching you. "oh, john, hi."
"don't speak german, then?" he frowned, pinching the cigarette from your mouth and cramming it into his own.
your head tilted on it's axis, so befuddled... "pardon?"
he sighed, turning his head and blowing a waft of smoke so you couldn't see the smile on his face but you heard it in his voice. he knew you did. "what has you all inquisitive?"
"makes you say that?' you answered and he stared at you long and hard. his answer surprised you, spoken like fact.
"tha's ya damsel face." there was a pause but before you could interject, he continued. "sometimes, when y'think you're alone, y'look so... far away. like a damsel. so, y/n, what's ya distress?"
you moved in closer to him, emboldened by too much champagne. faces inches apart. "you been watching me, lennon?"
you could see the contemplation in his words. the cogs turning in his head. it was different to his usual quick wit and sharp tongue. he opened his mouth for a second before speaking.
"sometimes." he swallowed and you saw his chest fall with a practiced exhale. you took the cig back from his fingers and instead of taking a hit, you threw it to the floor and crushed it without even looking down. he did, auburn hair falling in his face.
"there was still-" you cut him off with an eager kiss.
when he soon returned to the party, lips smeared with remnants of your signature lipstick shade and tie loosened even more than before, paul pulled him to the side to bark a "about bloody time!"
PAUL MCCARTNEY
paul lives for your arms around his neck and loves his arms around your hips.
he can drag his hands anywhere and everywhere in that position.
and trust, he does roam.
up and down your back, your sides. he can rest them on your waist, pin them at either sides of your head.
it's also easy access to pinch your arse.
it's soooo intimate and makes him feel in control.
perfect for the close quarters you might find yourselves in before or after performances, in alleyways or bathrooms.
or in more casual settings like a kitchen or a hotel room.
he's a sucker for eye contact in between kisses.
you CANNOT escape those big downturned hazel eyes.
he definitely makes the first move for your first kiss together.
you guys could be slow dancing and just talking in a position similar to the reference photo. no alcohol involved - just adrenaline alone, during a natural beat in your dialogue, he moves in.
the kiss is slow and tender at first. a test? a taste.
you kiss him back and after a while, both of you melt into it. you just become one.
feel like paul might bite/nibble at your lip a little whenever he wants to deepen it.
whenever you accept the invitation and your arms pull him in closer to touch his hair or neck, he'll let out a tiny hum.
it's also the perfect position for a cuddle, post kiss. eventually you both break away and he'll stay close maybe rocking side to side as you rest your head in his neck or under his chin.
you cooked up a lovely cheese flan for dinner after being at work all afternoon with paul in his greenhouse. you'd volunteered a week back when he mentioned it in passing during rehearsal. the other boys looked at you with nothing but remorse when you did that. in retrospect, you know why. he could be... bossy. if he was a perfectionist in the garden, you could only imagine how precise he was with his true craft. planting cress and overseeing the ripening of tomatoes had you exhausted, so after dinner you slumped down horizontally on his settee.
"y/n."
you closed your eyes and pretended to sleep at the call.
he laughed. "i know you're not sleeping!"
"fancy a dance?" he offered. you peeked an eye open to see him now stood by his vinyl player. there was some shuffling before the introduction of 'and i love her' started to hum through his living room.
he manouvred over to you, sprawled out graceless on his chair. his hand waited over you and who would you be to not take it? he pulled you up with more force than you were anticipating, and you stumbled into his chest where he caught you. you settled into a snug routine with your arms crossed around his neck and his hands crossed behind your back.
his expression pulled up into a warm grin. "thanks for your help today."
you nodded, pleased at the praise. "s'fine macca but turn off this band."
"why?"
"they have a shite bassist."
"oi!" he shoved you playfully, trying to ignore the butterflies that your fit of giggles gave him. the tips of his ears started to blush and his cheeks were following the same lead. you settled down, swaying happily in his arms. he moved his face closer to you, turning it sideways so both of your lips would align nicely. your heart fluttered and you closed your eyes and parted your lips slightly, elated to feel him kiss you.
okay. maybe, the bassist isn't too bad.
GEORGE HARRISON
the definition of a man 'who yearns is a man who earns'.
he crushes on you for years before he makes the first move.
the reason for his hesitation is because he suspects you might like one of the other beatles instead.
nobody can tell he feels this way though because he keeps it hidden SO well. to the point where you start to lose hope about him having interest in you.
one day he can't take it anymore and both of you are alone together. a quiet day away from the all the noise and observations of others.
he's fidgeting with a button on his clothes or his hands.
you are snapping photos of the beautiful views. him and the mountainside.
while you're distracted, he marches up. his fingers find your chin, tips it up towards his face and he plants a soft kiss to your lips.
he doesn't give you time to react before pulling away and turning back to the view, acting like nothing happened.
of course, you dont let him get away that easy and go in for another.
his anxiety just fades.
his slender fingers hold your jaw like you're porcelain. but he kisses you needy.
tongues are quick to get involved and he gets lost in all of your kisses from that point onwards.
it's like an experience from a dream for him seeing you disheveled, lips swollen below him.
always pulls you back in for a peck in the middle of your break for air and sometimes you'll let him, happy to wrap a hand around his on your neck and let the lack of air make you lightheaded.
sometimes you have to lightly hold him back, and he'll trail kisses from your collarbone up to your mouth impatiently.
you both live for the height difference.
when you pull away for good, returning to the heels of your feet. his eyes stay closed for long seconds after and open half-lidded and glossed with lust.
nothing planned for the rest of the day?
you're not getting away pal.
you stood in disbelief. complete shock. your eyes blinked rapidly at the simultaneous gain and loss of contact. george had just kissed you. you swivelled your body around to follow after wherever the hell he thought he was going after that. when you caught up to his long strides, you hooked a hand in his hair and pulled his lips down to yours. the impact was a little rough and after kissing you back, he drawled out sarcastically. mouth still close to yours.
"arright, i'm not goin anywhere."
you let go of him and stared up at him. you felt small after so many nights of feeling like he didn't see you or want you, here he was. your throat tightened as you spoke and your eyes pricked with tears.
"i waited so long for you to do that."
he beamed, fangs peaking out. he engulfed you in a hug and rubbed an hand up and down your arm.
"well no need t'cry about it." there was no hint of mockery in his tone, just endearment. you wrapped your arms around him.
"i mean it, hazza. what took you so long?" you mumbled into his chest. you could feel his ribcage rise and fall and you thought he didn't hear you until he started.
"dunno, thought you liked one of the other lads." he sheepishly responded which made you pull back. your mind raced for words but all you could manage was a breathless "no!"
you chatted for ages on a nearby bench, discussing all of the small mixed signals and setting them straight. it's when you reached back to the comfortable hotel room that the snogging continued. you and george had some years to catch up for..
RINGO STARR
last but never least.
what a glorious reference for him.
ringo's hands live around your waist. casually and when you're snogging his face off.
this time, ringo makes you shy.
you have lots of banter together and a very flirtatious friendship. on top of that, he's a touchy person.
lord help you.
he's just always near, with an arm around your shoulder, moving your hair or hat out of your face, giving you piggyback rides whenever you ask, gifting you one of his rings just to make you smile.
he's also an eye contact WARRIOR.
he's the only beatles member with blue eyes and he makes sure that you know it.
he falls for you and has a suspicion that you feel the same.
so he makes it his mission to fluster you excruciatingly before ending your suffering and kissing you.
why? cause he can and it's funny.
you'd be ranting to him in his flat about something that angered you earlier in the day and he'd come up behind you and hug your torso from behind.
the gesture makes you stop speaking but he insists he was listening and to keep talking.
oh i'll elaborate in the drabble don't you worry.
when he kisses you, i'm sorry but your noses would brush affectionately.
one or both of you end up grinning like a kid before jumping straight back into it.
whispers compliments in-between kisses about how beautiful you are and how lucky he is.
the first thing you noticed whilst trapped in a bear hug by ringo from behind was his warmth. he nestled his head into the crook of your neck and you didn't even realise that your rant faded on your tongue until he asked you to continue.
your mind was blank.
nothing else was more important that how close he was to you. the lulling smell of coconut shampoo that invaded your senses. you'd hugged many times before but this felt different. he shuffled his arms around your waist and you noticed the outline of his bicep muscles.
your mind was utterly blank.
he whined your name. "what did the lady say after that?" his tone was insistent and you stuttered to form a response. your hands hovered above his arms, feeling the brush of body hair there. you laughed.
"what was i even saying?"
"you said-" he helped but you cut him off.
"sorry rich, you know what, let's move on." his chest fit your spine like a jigsaw puzzle. like a glove. you felt his hair tickling your neck and it was overwhelming how quick he dominated your thoughts.
"thought a hug would make y'feel better but it's made you all silent." ringo sulked and you thought he was pulling away before your body was turned around. his hands were now firmly on the small of your back. he inched closer to you, and a smug smile pulled at his lips.
"maybe a kiss'll do?"
you were speechless but nodded your head. his expression lit up.
"can i?"
the only word coming to your mouth was. "please."
a/n: hope you enjoyed! leave a comment and scream at me if you didn't. follow me if you did :) i've never done a multi-oneshot, respect to those who do them often cause this was hard work.
no exaggeration when i say it took me FIVE hours to write. i completely locked in, one sitting and became shakespeare for you all. hope nothing seems rushed because of it. I finished all my school work today so i'm ready to grind out all of these ideas I have over summer break.
stay tuned for a george harrison vampire idea that is churning in my head bro. take care till then <3.
