#georgesomething

[dimplelashton]

Wait whats the bts? Lol im confused oops

its 'behind the scenes' for good girls

[sadistmichael]

Why do people put an exclamation point after stuff like football luke or daddy ashton or something like that

Read here. xo

[sadistmichael]

Do you recommend other blogs that post smut too? I love your account btw :)

I do!

If you go to my URL /tagged/recs/ you should find a ton there! xo

[myclassicrockwonderland]

Do you have a masterlist?

I don't. Instead, I'm very organized with my tags and so everything's sorted out according to tags. If you're looking for a certain band member or something, their name is always tagged. All of the one-shots I've written are tagged as 'one shots' and all of the ships I've done are tagged under 'shipping'. If you're looking for submitted posts, those are also tagged under 'submission' and if they were anonymous, they're tagged 'anon submission'. So, yeah! I don't have a masterlist per se, but if you search my tags for what you're looking for, you're guaranteed to find it! I hope that helped, love. Sorry for any inconvenience! 

[groovygroovyguru]

George Imagine for georgesomething :-)

(This is probably one of the only instances in which I'll write an imagine for another Beatle besides Ringo)

It was a long and tiresome day at work for you. Being confined to an office cubicle all day was boring, and you would have preferred to relax at home with your husband, George, who was currently off from tours and recording with The Beatles. After all, George hardly had any time off anymore.

As you unlocked the door to yours and George's home and stepped inside, you noticed that it was unusually quiet inside; you expected George to be playing his guitar in the living room or something. 

"George?" you called, hoping to hear your husband's distinct Liverpudlian voice reply back to you. 

Curious, you tiptoed upstairs, thinking that perhaps George had taken a midday nap, which would have been a bit out-of-the-ordinary, but understandable, since George hardly had time to think. 

Once you made it upstairs, you observed that the door to your bedroom was closed. That was the unusual bit. You suspiciously opened the door, and to your surprise, the room was empty. 

"George, where are you?" you asked, your voice a little louder than before. As if on cue, you felt a pair of hands cover your eyes. 

"Looking for someone?" he whispered into your ear. You moved your hands up to his and pulled them away from your eyes. As you spun around to face him, you noticed that George was completely naked, and he looked deep into your eyes as he asked you, 

"Care to join me, love?"

(I'll let you decide what happens next ;-) )