#beatles slash

[mold-sp0re]

”I need sunshine.”

one of my many random unposted mid ahh edits

[harrisonyaoi]

gay beatles slash fanfiction has existed since beatlemania, unsurprisingly. so here's some stuff on that topic

"The most visible rock based BandFic community during this era is The Beatles.   On August 18, 1960, The Beatles started playing under that name for the first time at an event in Hamburg, Germany. (Whelan)  It would be four more long years before the band would make their American debut, an event that occurred on February 7, 1964 when they arrived in New York City for their first American tour. (Whelan)  According to Barbara Ehrenreich, Elizabeth Hess, and Gloria Jacobs in their essay "Beatlemania: Girls Just Want to Have Fun," this event marked "the first mass outburst of the sixties to feature women – in this case girls, who would not reach full adulthood until the seventies and the emergence of a genuinely political movement for women’s liberation."  This group, composed primarily of middle class, white teenagers, would form one of the core groups in the nascent bandfic community.  In their adulation of the band, they would create many of their own fan related products including stories, zines and art. The fannish oral tradition that is alive today is implicit in the existence and circulation of fictional stories about band members during the early years of the band's history. Because the audience was young and not connected into a professional or underground movement, much of the material created by this group of fan girls never was published.  The production, in most cases, likely consisted of one to five copies of a story being circulated only among the fan’s immediate peer group. The emergence of The Beatles, their popularity and their fans dedication to creating fan works was helped because of the era in which they appeared. The Beatles were at the forefront for many white, middle class teenage girls in helping them redefine their own definition of sexuality and their own definitions of what it meant to be female. (Ehrenreich)  This was taking place in an era where there was that increased debate on subjects like "birth, a woman's obligation to society, and conception, bringing with it all of the bitterness and acrimony that have long surrounded these issues, beginning with perhaps the most obvious one of them all -- Sexism." (Rowland) Legal gender differences between men and women were beginning to fall. (Rowland) For young, white, middle class female Beatles fans, writing stories about the band was an opportunity to challenge their parents, to revel in the new ideas regarding male sexuality, to explore their own and more.  They could write about marrying Ringo or having children with Paul McCartney.  They could write about being noticed by the George Harrison at a concert and all that followed afterward.  Most fans knew that none of those scenarios were likely to happen. Some deeply resented the idea of a member of the band becoming involved with any woman because it destroyed their own fantasies.  They did not want to see that happen. It is highly probable, that given this and the fact that they were writing fictional stories featuring the Beatles, that some of the Beatles were written as homosexual if only as a way to ensure that the object of the fan's lust, since they could not be hers, would never belong to another female fan.  The idea of writing male on male pairings to cut out other female fans is one that would reappear again and again during the next forty years as new bands were discovered and attracted new groups of young female fans." (X)

[margueritedaisies]

McHarrison and my obsession for Mcbeardy (projrcting it on George lol)

@cherriiramen this was what Ive been telling you about btw

Based on one fic I read here on tumblr

[makzmollpol]

Keep calm and ship McHarrison 🩷

[bobdylans116thdream]

McHarrison, 43

are you sure this is your first time?

(AN: this is long, i apologize! lol)

WARNING: NSFW

“Bloody cord, c’mon…”

Paul fiddled with the cord on his bass, kneeling in front of it to get a better look at the jack. The band was preparing to rehearse for their upcoming appearance on some television show to promote their new album. They’d done so many of them lately that they were having a hard time remembering what the shows were called. Not that it really mattered. They would play a couple of songs, maybe talk to the host after, then go back to their rooms. And for this trip, Paul was sharing with George. 

That was lucky, really, because he’d been spending some intimate time with George when they could be alone. They hadn’t done much yet, just wanking each other off after a heated snog against the wall or on the bed. And while their wanks were satisfying, Paul was beginning to want more. He found himself wondering what George felt like in his mouth. What he tasted like. What his cum would feel like in his mouth and throat.

Paul shook his head. He was still accepting his attraction to another man, so the idea of sucking George off was a bit unnerving. But at the same time, it was incredibly hot. Paul squirmed, trying not to get himself too worked up before rehearsal. The more he tried to stop it, the more difficult it became to get the memory of George’s deep moan out of his head. The way his back arched as he came, the way he swore as he got close… fuck. 

“Focus,” Paul scolded himself. 

He plugged the bass into the amp and started to stand, only to find himself face-to-face with someone’s crotch. Paul swallowed hard as he looked up and saw just whose it was. 

George’s.

He shifted uncomfortably as he felt his cock twitch with interest in his trousers. God, what he wouldn’t give to be able to act on his fantasy right here, right now. Just… pull George into some secluded area, get on his knees, and suck him off. But there was one problem. He’d never done it before. Sure, he’d gotten plenty of blowjobs from birds over the years. But this was his first time being this intimate with a man. What if he was bad at it? He chewed at his fingernail as his anxiety began to build.

No. He wasn’t going to go down that spiral. He knew what kinds of touches George liked, surely it’d be similar with his mouth. Suddenly his mind was flooded with all sorts of sinful images… George’s hands in Paul’s hair as Paul sucked him off. George moaning and swearing as his back arched up off the bed. George cumming into Paul’s mouth, pulling Paul’s hair…Paul felt himself stiffening in his trousers. 

“Somethin’ on yer mind?” George teased when he looked down and saw the growing bulge in Paul’s trousers. He gave Paul a wicked smirk, which didn’t help the situation. George’s confidence was one of the sexiest things about him, after all.

Paul quickly stood before anyone could catch him in the rather compromising position. After all, what would the others think if they saw Paul on his knees in front of George with George smirking at him? He carefully covered his bulge with his hands. To anyone walking by, it would look like an innocent, casual conversation between bandmates, probably about the songs or something. But George and Paul knew better. Added to the eroticism, if Paul was honest with himself.

It was now or never, Paul told himself. He swallowed hard and leaned in closer to George. “There’s something I wanna try when we get done here,” he whispered, subtly raising his eyebrows before leaning back and going to his bass. 

George was intrigued. What did Paul, who wasn’t as secure in his attraction to men, want to do? Before he could get too carried away, they were called to get into position. Good timing. George put on his guitar and focused all of his attention on the rehearsal as well as he could, which was a challenge given Paul’s tease. 

Fortunately for Paul and George, they were able to remain focused enough on the music to prevent anyone from asking questions. They made the quick trip back to the hotel after dodging the onslaught of fans that had found out where the rehearsal was and stayed out there hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite band. 

Paul made it to the room first, George following closely behind. He locked the door behind him, turning to face Paul. A visibly nervous Paul. 

“So. Ye wanted to try somethin’?”

Paul nodded and rubbed his sweaty palms on his thighs. “I did. I wanted to - to try sucking ye off,” he stammered. 

George looked at Paul, taken aback by the bluntness. It wasn’t typical; Paul tended to dance around things he wasn’t completely comfortable with. But perhaps because it was the two of them, Paul felt safe saying it. George felt a rush of affection for the man. 

“Ever done it before?” George asked as he headed towards the bed and beckoned Paul to join him.  Paul shook his head, joining George on the bed. He looked down. George was already half hard, probably from thinking about getting a blow job. “First, ye gotta relax. It’s just me.” 

Paul nodded again and leaned in for a kiss. Something he knew he was good at, something that would help his mind shut off and stay in the moment. The kiss started slow, but it wasn’t long before they were making out, Paul on top of George, shirts off and tongues exploring as they rubbed their clothed cocks together. He could feel George’s hardness pressing against his own and knew it was time. He pulled away, kissing down George’s chest as his hands fumbled with the buttons on George’s jeans.

“Here. This’ll make it easier.” George moved to sit on the edge of the bed, taking off his jeans and pulling down his underpants. Paul took a deep breath as George’s erection stood against his stomach. That was going in his mouth. And George was a bit bigger than average. “On your knees…”

The command was gentle, but Paul felt compelled to obey. He got down on his knees and thought. George always reacted strongly to touch on the tip. So, Paul kissed the tip softly, glancing up at George before beginning to suckle on it. George gasped, a sign for Paul to keep going. Paul began to take George into his mouth. He never felt teeth when he’d gotten sucked off, so he covered his with his lips as he went from experience, slowly bobbing his head a little. George moaned softly as Paul flattened his tongue. Okay, so that was good. 

It wasn’t terrible, just odd. George’s cock was hard and heavy on his mouth, and Paul’s instinct was to gag as he went further down. When it was too much, Paul wrapped his hand around the base. George always reacted well to touch, so Paul tried his best to stroke his lover’s cock in time with the slow, firm sucks. George swore as the combination of touch and tongue sent waves of pleasure through his entire body. 

“Fuck…” George moaned. “Are - are you sure this is your first time? Because… oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, Paul… more… please…” 

Who was Paul to disobey? George’s moans and gasps fueled his confidence, and he began to speed up his motions, sloppily running his tongue along a vein on the underside of George’s cock. George moaned almost constantly, swearing… and then Paul felt George’s body tense. Which meant… he was close to cumming. The idea of swallowing wasn’t appealing. Not yet, at least. But he didn’t want to disappoint…

Fortunately, George was somehow able to sense Paul’s discomfort. He pulled out of Paul’s mouth, leaving Paul to stroke him off with his own saliva as the lube. He looked up, silently thanking George as he skillfully stroked him, paying attention to all of George’s most sensitive places. And then… with a shout, George came, back arching as he spurt hot and white over his stomach and Paul’s hand. Paul reached down with his free hand, palming himself. God. He was achingly hard… but he pushed that to the back of his mind as he stroked George through the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

“Shit…” George breathed once his pleasure had subsided and he was able to talk again. “Had no idea ye could do that…”

“Neither, uh, neither did I,” Paul admitted. Feeling a bit more secure, he made a show of palming his erection through his trousers. 

“Proud of ye,” George teased. He wiggled his eyebrows and patted the bed beside him. “Now… I’d like to return the favour….”

[letitmclennon]

Blue moon

Title: Blue moon

Preview: 

His fingers moved absent-mindedly on the keys of the guitar, pressing the right strings with agility. His singing was barely whispered. Paul was singing Blue moon. He thought it was appropriate, after all outside it was a full moon night, and its silvery glow was so powerful that it illuminated even his small bedroom. But all this light seemed very sad to Paul. The moonlight had always given him a kind of sorrowful sadness. And that evening, more than ever, Paul found himself confirming his thoughts. The reason?

Author’s note: Happy 80th birthday, Paul!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39730401

[looking-glass-ties]

John x Paul

♡ beautiful boys ♡

[slythgeek]

Housespock McLennon TikToks Masterpost

(This is just the potentially shippy stuff, not every Beatles one we’ve done.)

Teddy Boys:

All Shook Up (fun)

Oh Johnny Oh Paulie (fun)

Only One Bed (fun)

Twenty Flight Rock (fun)

Dingalings (fun)

Do You MIND (fun)

In Spite of All the Danger (romance)

That’ll Be the Day (fun)

Beatlemania:

If I Fell (romance)

Ways John Lennon Sits (fun)

Found Me a Lover (romance)

When I’m 64 (angst)

John’s Weird Dream (fun)

Paul Is Dead Pt. 1 (horror)

Paul Is Dead Pt. 2 (horror)

Paul Is Dead Pt. 3 (horror)

Paul Is Dead Pt. 4 (horror)

I Would Like to Fuck This Man (fun)

Studio Banter (fun)

What Do You Have (fun)

Magical Mystery Tour:

Oh Paaaauuuuul (fun)

Is Paul McCartney Happy? (fun)

Spring Has Sprung (fun)

10K Q&A Pt. 1 (fun)

10K Q&A Pt. 2 (fun)

10K Q&A Pt. 3 (fun)

John’s 80th (domestic)

Can’t Help Falling in Love (romance)I

Only This Boy (fun)

Don’t Believe in Beatles (angst)

Oh! Darling (romance)

Gay Conspiracy (fun)

No Homo (fun)

Can’t Beat Love (romance)

Let’s Get Married (fun)

1968-69:

Yoko Stays (angst)

Like a Divorce (angst)

Divorcing Paul (fun)

Merry Xmas (fun)

Look at You Go (angst)

Dear Yoko (fun)

Who’s Yer Fuckin’ Daddy? (fun)

Almost Lover (angst)

I Want Attention (fun)

Flirting or Fighting (fun)

All Those Songs (fun)

Call Across Time (fun)

He Looks at Me (fun)

New Tour (angst)

Our Perfect Disease (angst)

I’m a Vegetarian (fun)

Growing Apart (angst)

1971:

I Hate You, Johnny (angst)

McLennon Day (romance/fun)

How? (angst)

1974:

Found Weekend Pt. 1 (fun)

Found Weekend Pt. 2 (angst)

Found Weekend Pt. 3 (angst)

Found Weekend Pt. 4 (angst)

How Do You Sleep? (angst)

Silly Love Songs (fun)

Songs about John (fun)

Peace (fun)

Free As a Bird (angst)

Please Don’t Die (fun)

Wonderful Christmastime (fun)

Simping for Paul (fun)

Not Yoko’s Fault (angst)

Multiple Eras:

Just Good Friends (fun)