i love u eros

𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔪 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲

[winqlessdove]

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━━ hi everyone!! my name is eros and ive been reading fanfics and stuff but this is my 1st time writing stuff! please please lmk if u like my stuff!!

━━ i like jjk and being perverted and sleeping and sexy guys and x reader fanfics

━━ im working on a gojo x reader fanfic rn it's on here and wattpad but I'll probably be doing one-shots in-between since i got a lot of dirty stuff in my head to write

[lick-me-lennon22]

Poly!Beatles X F!Virgin!Reader - Open Invitation

(HELLO AGAIN!!! my sincerest apologies for the short hiatus, I've been struggling with some heart issues and work troubles but I am back in business and rest assured, all of your requests WILL be filled !! ✨️ please enjoy this lovely request from anon :) 💕)

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️!!! VERY NSFW!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

You'd wondered about the strange look they seem to have shared, but thought nothing of it until reached your hand in your pocket to pull out a lighter, only to find a scrap of paper. The boys had slipped a special invitation into your pocket at your meet and greet, one they had been saving for a very special fan.

But here you were, standing in the hotel hallway and staring up at the door in front of you, glancing down at the slip of paper to make sure you have the right room number. You suddenly began to get cold feet, wondering if this was some kind of sick joke. Would you open the door, only to be met with bewildered expressions on unfamiliar faces? Or, even worse, would you be greeted by the four of them, cackling like a pack of hyenas at your gullible nature?

You push away those unwelcome thoughts, putting on as brave a face as you can muster and raising a trembling hand to the door. You knock thrice as instructed, waiting with bated breath. Until...

"Y/N! We were beginning to worry you'd run our invitation through the wash. Come on in!" Paul welcomes you, holding the hotel door open.

You sigh in relief and chuckle nervously, taking a few tentative steps into the suite, the scent of cigarette smoke and cologne almost overpowering. The other three all greet you, seated in various positions on the sectional sofa.

A voice stands apart from the others, clearer than the rest - it's John.

"We've been looking forward to this all week."

Your heart skips a beat and you look to him with innocent confusion.

"And... what, exactly, is this?"

The four men exchange shocked glances, having assumed you knew what was intended by the invitation.

"Well, we thought... you know, with us," Ringo begins, but John cuts him off.

"We want to shag ya. The four of us," he explains bluntly.

George gives him a swift elbow to the ribs.

"Knock it off, mate! You'll scare the poor thing." John only rolls his eyes in response.

You're taken aback by the proposition. You know no one in their right mind would pass up such an opportunity and, though not opposed, you can't help but feel intimidated. This would be your first time, and with The Beatles? All of them?!

Paul interrupts your train of thought.

"You really don't have to, we can just-"

"No, no! Believe me, I've dreamt about this forever. It's just..." you trail off, somewhat embarrassed.

"What is it? You can tell us, we won't judge," Ringo encourages, but John interjects.

"If we didn't say anything about that outfit you wore to our concert, you know we're good for it," he snickers.

George throws him another jab to the ribs with his elbow.

"Ow!"

You ignore his snide comment, too focused on the matter at hand to be offended.

"I'm... a virgin," you admit, bracing yourself for laughter. Instead, you're met with gentle nods and understanding expressions from the four men. They take a moment to process your admission.

"We wouldn't want to pressure you," assures George as you take a deep breath.

You take a moment to consider the idea. On one hand, this is an important part of someone's life, a milestone - not exactly a decision to be rushed. But on the other... it's The Beatles. I mean, come on. This is the opportunity of a lifetime.

"Well, if there was ever a good time... I suppose this would be it."

"You sure, love?" Ringo chimes in. "The last thing we'd want is for you to feel uncomfortable."

"I'm sure."

"Well, all right then." They share another look amongst themselves before John nods and looks to you.

"We'll start off slow then, yeah? C'mere," he says, patting his thighs. You approach, nervous excitement coursing through your veins.

You sit on his lap, your body tense. He places his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them soothingly.

"Loosen up, I wont bite."

"Yeah, right."

He shoots George a look.

"Unless you ask nicely," he says with a wink.

You chuckle, beginning to relax. The others watch intently as John shifts his hands to your waist, gently massaging your sides. He mumbles lazily in your ear, his thick accent intoxicating.

"Speak up, Johnny!"

"Share with the class, will ya?"

"Oh, piss off," John dismisses Paul and Ringo, returning to your ear for a nibble. You giggle at the unfamiliar feeling, his nose brushing against your cheek. He moves to your neck, starting off with gentle kisses before growing bolder, leaving love bites along the junction of your neck and shoulder.

You shiver as his hands wander lower - down to your hips, giving them a squeeze, then coming to rest on your thighs. The size of his hands and the warmth of his palms stir something within you. You inhale sharply, biting your lip as a familiar heat pools in your abdomen - the same kind you feel when you watch the lads perform. Judging by the growing bulge beneath you, it seems John is enjoying himself just as much.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes!" You reply breathlessly, a little too eager. "Yes. Keep going."

This earns a chorus of chuckles from the group, who have each begun to palm themselves through their trousers at the sight.

John's hands work their way to your inner thighs, caressing and squeezing gently. He mumbles sweet nothings in your ear as he parts them. His warm breath tickles the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"More, I want more."

At that, Paul stands and steps closer to you, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger.

"You want more, do you, pretty girl?"

You nod enthusiastically, whining in arousal.

"Perhaps she could use something in that pretty mouth of hers to muffle those whines," George suggests with a smirk. You get what he's hinting at, biting your lip and giggling nervously as you look up at Paul.

"I'm not sure I know how..."

"Oh, I'm more than happy to show you, love... if you would."

"Please."

"Eager little thing, eh?" George and Ringo tease, but Paul ignores them.

"Sweet girl... I'll give you what you want."

Paul undoes his trousers and drops them to his ankles, followed quickly by his briefs. You can't help but stare, awestruck, and Paul chuckles.

"Like what you see?"

You nod.

"Would you?" he asks, and it takes you a moment to realize he's inviting you to touch. You reach a tentative hand out in front of you.

"No need to be nervous," he soothes, stroking your hair tenderly.

You grasp the base of his length, hand trembling, and Paul groans at the contact. His skin is softer than you's expected, somehow, and you decide you like the feeling. You begin to move your hand up and down, pumping him cautiously as if afraid to hurt him. Your eyes flicker from your own hand to Paul's face, cheeks flushed and mouth agape. The sight of him this way, knowing what you can do to him with just a few simple touches, makes you feel powerful in a way.

Meanwhile, John's hand slips beneath the waistband of your knickers, traveling lower until he reaches your heat. You instinctively tighten your grip on Paul and the two of you moan in tandem. John trails a finger up your slick folds, drawing gentle circles around your clit.

"Mm... are you ready to open up for me, sweetheart?" Paul asks, his voice almost sickeningly sweet. By this point, Ringo and George have both unzipped their flies, tugging their trousers and briefs down past their hips. They're clearly enjoying this little show, pleasuring themselves as they devour you with their eyes.

"Go on, doll," John encourages. "Take 'im into your mouth."

You do as he instructs, eliciting another soft moan from Paul. He tightens his hold on your hair, using all of his willpower to keep himself from tugging you down onto him.

"Oh, good girl... further, if you can. I won't rush ya."

You pull back for a breath before obeying, slowly taking more of him into your mouth. He throws his head back, groaning in satisfaction. A string of curses tumble from his lips at the soft, warm feeling and you hear John snicker behind you. You really start to get the hang of things, falling into a steady rhythm and bobbing your head as if you were made for this.

All of a sudden, your focus is broken as John's fingers cease their movements and you feel them wander lower. He slides a finger inside of you, taking care to go slow - he's far more gentle than you had imagined. You moan around Paul and he growls, faced flushed pink and eyes screwed shut.

"Fuck... don't stop, doll. You're perfect," he praises and you continue as John's hand moves between your legs.

The friction of his fingers along with Paul's words of praise leaves you lightheaded - well, that and the lack of oxygen. As you pull away for air, George clears his throat.

"What about us, Macca?" He quirks an eyebrow, gesturing to himself and Ringo.

Paul hesitates for a moment before sighing, irritated.

"Fine... I'm getting close, anyway," he grumbles, tugging his waistband back up as you pout in disappointment.

Soon enough, Paul takes a seat on the sofa and George and Ringo take his place, pumping themselves idly as they gaze down at you with lust-filled eyes.

"Go on, doll," George begins, a wolfish grin playing on his handsome features. You comply, taking him into your mouth a little too far as you sputter and cough.

"Careful, dear," he chuckles. "Take it slow."

You try again, more gradually this time. John squeezes your hip with his free hand and you squeak, sending pleasant vibrations through George's lower half.

"That's it, love. Nice and easy," he groans, running his fingers through your hair. After a few minutes you gain momentum, growing more confident in your actions. A tight knot forms in George's stomach as he feels the others' eyes on the two of you, heat rising to his cheeks as he lets out another deep growl. You continue your work on him, but Ringo becomes impatient, scoffing and nudging George's shoulder to snap him out of his stupor.

"C'mon, mate. I think it's my turn - that is, if the lass'll have me." He turns to you, a hopeful glint in his blue eyes.

You nod, humming an "mm-hm" around George's cock. He relents, pulling away begrudgingly.

"Fine. Go on, Rich."

"Attaboy, Ritchie," John pipes up, a lazy grin on his face. Paul simply gazes at you through half-lidded eyes, mesmerized by the performance you've been putting on.

Ringo stands before you, trousers undone. He seems a bit nervous, but any reservations he has are quickly overpowered by desire as he sees your glistening lips and messy hair. You reach a curious hand up and Ringo takes it in his calloused one, guiding you to grasp the base of his length. You give him a soft tug, catching him off guard. He draws a breath through clenched teeth, eyes fluttering closed.

You take him slowly into your mouth, your jaw working overtime to accommodate his size. Once you've settled into your pace, you begin to experiment with your tongue, tracing the underside of his cock. He growls almost primally, tightening his grip on your hair and moaning your name as you bring him closer to the edge.

"All right, you've had your fun," George interrupts and buries his own hand in your hair, gently grasping and tugging. You go to work on him once again, in a daze.

"That's not fair, mate. I had her," Ringo retorts, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you back in his direction. The two men bicker as they stand over you, essentially playing tug-of-war with your mouth.

"All right, all right, that's enough of that." John swats their hands away and they draw back, pouting.

"Yeah, c'mon, lads. We'll each have our turn," Paul chastises.

"In fact, " muses John, "I'd say it's about time Paulie and I take the reigns, eh?" He withdraws his hand from between your thighs, casually licking his fingers clean.

"Wait, wait... and? How's that supposed to work."

"Come with us, love. We'll show you." Paul takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom, the other three following suit.

John places a soothing hand on your upper back, ushering you to the bed.

"On all fours, darling. Just relax."

You do as he instructs, getting into position as the others watch on with hungry eyes. John pushes your skirt up above your hips and tugs gently on the waistband of your knickers.

"Can I take care of these for ya?" he smirks.

You hesitate for only a moment before turning back to look at him over your shoulder.

"Yes. Please."

"Eager, are we?" They all chuckle and John slides them off, his trousers growing even tighter at the sight of you bare before him.

"Christ, you're soaked," he murmurs and you blush, somewhat embarrassed.

"Is that... bad?"

"Oh. Right." You bite your lip. John undoes his trousers and lines himself up at your entrance, stroking your hair to calm you.

John chuckles, amused by your inexperience. "No, sweetheart, not at all. It tells me you're excited - y'know, ready for me."

"Now - you're sure you want this, yeah?"

"Yes! Yes. I've thought it through, and..." you draw a breath, "this is what I want."

John groans, satisfied by your response.

"All right. Relax your body as much as you can, and keep your breathing steady. Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he reassures and you nod.

"Ready for me, love?"

You hiss and squeeze your eyes shut. John waits for your body to adjust to the intrusion before gradually sinking all the way in, using your hip as leverage while he buries himself inside you. The others look on with a combination of jealousy and need, wishing they were the ones to fill you.

"Yes! Yes. I want you, John," you beg and he takes your cue, pushing slowly into you.

"Fuck, doll. You're so bloody tight," John growls as you grip the bedsheets beneath you. The other three groan, imagining themselves in John's place. After a few moments, he speaks up.

"I'm going to move now, doll."

John begins to move, sliding in and out of you slowly, careful not to hurt you. You whine in pleasure, the sudden friction causing you to arch your back further. His breathing grows heavy, grunting as he increases his pace.

"Mm-hm," you whimper and brace yourself.

"Ah... fuck. Uh-huh," you manage as John continues to fuck you into the mattress.

"Mm... you're doing so good. Think you can take Paulie too?" he challenges and Paul lifts his head, pausing his movements.

Paul approaches, a sly grin on his boyish features as he stands in front of you.

"Yes, Paulie, yes! I need you all so bad."

"Sure you can handle it, love?"

You moan around him as he slides himself into your mouth, stilling when he hits the back of your throat. He pauses, composing himself before sliding in and out of your mouth, gripping the base of his length as he guides himself.

Your words elicit a collective moan from the men and Paul presses his tip to your mouth, eager to have you again.

"She's damn good, ain't she, Paulie?" he asks through his own pleasured grunts. Paul hums in agreement as the two men thrust in and out of you, the rhythmic push and pull scrambling your thoughts and dulling your senses.

"Bloody hell," he mutters, "Her mouth feels so good Paul groans as John chuckles breathlessly, increasing his pace to match Paul's.

"Feeling generous, love? You've got two hands, after all," Ringo points out. In your lust-filled trance, you raise your arms, offering your hands to the two men. They gratefully accept, thrusting into your fists as the four of them surround you.

Ringo and George, stroking themselves to the sight, begin to feel left out and approach the bed.

You take care of the men's needs surprisingly well considering your lack of experience.

"She's too bloody tight to have done anything before. Trust me, Macca," he groans, gripping your hips as he fucks you into the mattress.

"You sure you haven't done this before, doll?" Paul questions, but John interjects.

"Fuck... Christ, love. Where do you want me?" he asks and you consider your options.

Your whines increase in pitch and frequency, but you certainly aren't alone as all of the men approach their climaxes.

"On my ass," you reply and he pulls out near-immediately, spilling his load on your lower half. You revel in the warmth, moaning around Paul as he approaches his own summit. He pulls out of your mouth, unloading onto your pretty face while you lie as still as possible, drunk on the taste of him.

"Bloody hell, Y/N..." Ringo murmurs.

While John and Paul catch their breaths, George and Ringo increase the speed of their movements, driven by the sight of you drenched in their bandmates' cum.

"I-I'm going to-" he pulls out of your hand, covering your chest and shoulder with his hot cum as George does the same, groaning your name loudly.

The five of you take a moment to breathe, all of you sweaty and spent. You collapse onto the bed, none of them really caring about the mess.

"You should probably clean yourself up, love," Paul suggests. Begrudgingly, you rise from the bed and head for the attached bathroom. You manage to make yourself decent, dressing yourself in a t-shirt one of the boys left behind before stepping back out into the bedroom.

They all stare at you in disbelief, mouths agape.

"So, uh... can one of you drive me home?"

"Plus, you ARE wearing my shirt," John points out.

"You really think we're going to let you go back to your flat after THAT?" George asks, incredulous.

You chuckle in response.

"Guess not," you reply, flopping down on the bed. The men clean themselves up, returning to your side.

"So good for us," George adds, nosing into your hair while the others hum in agreement.

"Such a good girl, you are," Paul praises and kisses your forehead.

By the time they start arguing about John hogging the covers, you're already drifting off to sleep, the familiar chatter comforting you and quieting your mind.

"Aww. Look at that, lads. Guess we lulled her to sleep," Ringo snorts.

"Yeah, but I should-" John pauses, interrupted by your faint snoring.

They each lean over to place kisses on your cheeks, whispering their own "goodnight"s and finally shutting the light off to join you in your slumber.

[i-turned-into-a]

hello!! I just read your most recent Beatles post and it was super cute I loved it! If you haven’t already could you do a poly!beatles x reader? In my head it could be how they handle the press when it comes to their relationship with you, how they all are when alone with you (not nsfw lol) and if your uncomfortable with writing that stuff that’s perfectly fine!

Dating the Beatles

A/N- ofccc :) This is such a cool idea, it's not something I'm used to writing but was so interesting + fun to write.

Tags-- Written so that the reader isn't a Beatles member, can read as gender neutral, not revised much :/

You were dubbed the 'Beatles' [girl/boy/etc]' Each of the members cared so deeply about you

Though It was never easy.

The press was unruly, and the fans couldn't understand. So many girls wanted just one Beatle to look their way and yet somehow you had all of them.

Fans would chase you when anyone spotted you in public, not in the way they would chase the lads, but more in a jealous, evil ex-girlfriend kinda way. They would defend you as best as they could, but usually, if you were spotted with any of them at least, you would go home with a bruise or two littering your skin

John would tell you how impressive your are-- having four of the most famous men enamored with you. He thought there must be something magical about you. You wouldn't just a lover, but a muse, too.

Artwork, lyrics, melodies, albums and so much more. If his life wasn't filled with you, it just didn't feel complete. (I think he would make you something like those silly drawings he made of Yoko, Sean and him but with the you and the Beatles-- all holding hands like something a child would give their parent)

John would sometimes shout out your name, or call out to you during shows sometimes dedicating a song to you-- sometimes it was the entire concert.

Paul Would love you in the most traditional sense, grand romantic gestures, rare dates out and long nights in. Paul would leave you flowers right before the start of a show. He would get onstage and you would be going about your everyday routine-- only to find that a certain someone had ordered flowers for you. You peel back the ribbon wrapped gently round the rose bouquet, taking a small note in your hand before it could tumble to the ground.

"much love, from all of us" -- signed by each member, and with a heart next to Ringo's name to replace the trademark star.

They would typically take you with them on tours. However, Whenever all the members had to be away at once for one reason or another he would be the one to pen you a sweet love note on the back of a postcard

George would only get the chance to spend time with you on very rare occasions. But when you would see him, it would always be worthwhile. With George, it was always the small, quiet moments alone-- catching him working on a new song just to sit with him in the quiet melody, relishing the sound of each note he played.

He would be gentle, sweet caring and would show it in more subtle ways than the other members. Calling you over one night, saying he needed your help on a song only to reveal to you that he was working hard on a love song about you, needing you near him so he could get 'in the right mindset, of course'.

Ringo would buy you a ring for each Beatle, likely as a birthday gift or something similar. Four rings -- just like his. He would hold your hand in his own and trace his fingers on yours, telling you how each ring represented just how special you are-- to all of them.

One day He would just come up to you, camera in hand, standing only a few feet away from you as he insisted you pose for some photos

"come on, love, give me a smile" Ringo would say, tilting his head in a way that made you giggle

he would do this four times-- once for each Beatle, giving each member a photo of you to put in his wallet. Speaking of photos in wallets-- Ringo is very much the kind of guy to carry your photo around and show you off to everyone who would listen like a proud husband.

[dirtyqueenie]

"goodnight, paul..."

paul mccartney x female reader.

tl;dr - you sneak out to the celebrate the premiere of the 'a hard days night' movie with your boyfriend and his band. the night feels too good to be true. the consequences of your actions quickly show you it is.

word count: 1.8k

a/n: very new to the beatles fandom so hello! also i wrote this with the intent of reader being a poc. hope that's okay for those who are undecidedly... not a poc lol. hence why her mother acts the way she does with reader mingling with the rowdy beatles. it'll all make sense in a potential part 2 and still be general enough for everyone to enjoy!

your brown boots hit the ground fast. the rhythmic click-click-clicking of the heel caused a giggly smile to take over your expression. with a quick glance up at the streetlights and stars, adrenaline begun pumping through your veins. you had never snuck out before and took every precaution back at home to make sure you wouldn't wake your parents. the pillows under your blanket, creeping down the corridor, catching a taxi from down the street to not draw noise.

the whole nine yards.

you were vibrating with energy in the back of your taxi and if your driver noticed your bobbing knee and you fixing your lipstick in the rearview, he didn't comment on it. the promise of seeing paul tonight had you ecstatic. anxious. you'd spoken on the phone a handful of times when he wasn't bombarded with beatle responsibilities, but hadn't seen him in months.

as the vehicle pulled to a stop outside ringo's house, you could see partygoers mingling outside on the front. you readily held a small bouquet of flowers for maureen and a card addressed to him. besides the movie premiering earlier in the day, once the clock struck midnight, it was ringo's twenty-fourth birthday!

and with how long you had to wait before sneaking out, it was soon.

you paid the driver without a second glance and scurried out, awkwardly fixing your outfit. your halter-neck had budged uncomfortably and realigning it so you wouldn't be caught indecently distracted you for long seconds. you started to walk up the stretch of garden towards the house, eyes still locked down.

a fast shadow was cast on you suddenly and there was no moment to react before you collided into a firm chest. the impact sent the card flying to the ground and you'd just managed to catch the flowers.

"watch it, miss-" the voice started but cut itself off. you glanced up apologetically, but the angle had cast a harsh light in your eye from the lamppost. you couldn't see who the voice belonged to, but recognised the thick accent in the back of your mind. frowning at your own clumsiness, you kneeled down to grab the envelope. the words get it together thumped through you head. chanting.

"y/n?"

your head flicked up in recognition.

"george?"

the air between you both was still. you brought a hand to your eyes in a squint and your expression lit up at once to see a fanged grin staring back at you. you gave him a quick hug that he cheerfully reciprocated with gentle pats on your back.

"long time, no see, stranger." he answered, happily. he had a cigarette trapped between his pointer and middle finger. you both caught up on the long months passed and you congratulated him on the movie. after a natural beat in the conversation, he took a final drag. he smiled when exhaling.

"won't keep you away from mccartney any longer. god, he's been talkin' about you all night. has anyone seen y/n? she’s coming tonight, y’know?." he imitated paul with an eye roll. you felt giddy hearing him say that and he stamped out the cigarette bud into the concrete. " well, cmon."

he turned on his heel, trekking back inside the house. you followed him closely, in awe of how he sliced through the crowd like butter. ringo’s house was beautiful and you made the mental note to tell him. luckily along the way, you managed to find ringo and wish him happy birthday in advance. just as the envelope left your hands, your eyes shot up.

a bizarre feeling, really. it was almost intuition and they met the those doe eyes you had been dreaming about. his hazel eyes were watching you through long lashes. you saw his shoulders fall and hues of red start to botch his cheeks. his look read, you made it. you could only shrug happily in response.

as if attracted by magnets, the distance between you both was crossed instantly. you wasted no time in wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your head in his unbuttoned shirt. he looked yummy in what was left of his suit anyway. all the beatles had been suited up from the premiere. he smelt like his usual cologne and the realisation made you melt into him more. his other hand rose to hold your head close to his heart.

from his ribcage, you could hear him chuckle and the steady beat of his heart. it sounded like home. the gesture flooded you with endorphins and overwhelmed by it all, you pulled away. you winced, unable to detach yourself from him as your hoop earring was stuck in his loosened tie.

“you okay? let me help.”

paul’s hands flew to action and your head was craned at an awkward angle while he worked to detangle. the act gave you butterflies as every so often, his fingers would brush your face.

“there we… go.” with a final pop, you nearly staggered back but his hands were now on either side of your face. they had you.

you shared a second of looking into each others eyes before you couldn’t resist and planted a quick kiss to his soft lips. the peck took him back, this time and you grabbed his shoulders. he moved his hand to your jaw and pulled you in for another.

longer this time. and your arms were able to wrap around his neck from the closeness of it all. your hand flew to the nape of his neck and his head found your waist. it was like two jigsaw puzzle pieces reunited. he tasted like alcohol and a distant smoke. both of you started to smile into the kiss after a while. if any of you had turned your head to deepen the kiss, you might’ve got lost in the moment. the still-in-the-middle-of-ringos-house-birthday-movie-party moment. he withdrew with a sigh, still stood extremely close. he was the first to speak.

"miss me, then?"

you nodded, “yes, did you miss me?”

he nodded back, bashfully. “just a lot.”

you beamed, slightly speechless in your glee.

"congratulations on the movie and the album soon, paulie. i'm- i'm proud!"

he gleamed over the praise, face lighting up in the most sincere smile. with a face like that, it was understandable why the press called him the cute beatle. and here he was, eyes on you.

'thank you, love. god, i've missed your face!" his voice was a yell by the end of the sentence. his eyes flashed across your features and it was impossible to hide your developing smile now. you brought a hand up to your face to try.

"you're welcome, movie star-"

you were both pushed away from each other by pointy elbows on both of your shoulders, it was a massive reality check, delivering eagerly by a plastered john lennon.

"didn't think macca could smile s’much. you've reanimated him, y/n."

ringo chimed in, catching the conversation from lennon's entrance. was everyone just stood around watching you? wait, no george had drifted away to the other end of the room "yeah, only took a week of filming before he got mardy."

"oh sod off, both of you!" paul swatted john and ringo away playfully, and you frowned taking the opportunity to tease him further.

"only a week?" your tone was laced with mock hurt.

paul rebutted at once. "two, actually."

at the teasing backfiring, you shoved him in the arm causing a ripple of laughs in the three beatles. the night stretched on perfectly and the entire house sung happy birthday to ringo when midnight came. you didn’t understand why your ears were still ringing since music was kind of the lads whole thing. you were trapped under paul’s arm for the song causing you to grimace at how loud he was. the poor elderly's in the neighbourhood were sure to complain in the morning.

you were attached to paul's hip the entire night. and between the shared dances and shared fags and shared bottles, you seemed to get closer each time. if that was even possible. your mind was also slightly swimming in a euphoric haze. you'd been talking to paul near ringo's kitchen for the last half hour. you’d found two seats and crammed them against the adjacent wall. there was a generous stock of fruits next to the beverages. so naturally, your hand was scooping up strawberries and blueberries as he spoke.

“it’s getting late. could i walk you home?”

you swallowed before answered. “trying to get rid of me, macca?

he smiled at that, “no, trying you get you home safe and before your ma figures out i’ve pinched her daughter. you know that.”

“do i? you looked away from his eyes and back to the fruit bowl. this left your neck open for the onslaught of kisses. they eventually trailed up to your cheek before you added. “okay, i do. 10 more minutes.”

when halfway through your sentence, his gaze drifted off.

up to a space behind you.

"you hear me?' you checked in, eyebrows furrowing at his major lapse in focus. his eyes shot down to you in disbelief.

"y/n, you... i think." he pointed his head in the same direction as before and you groggily craned your head round. you couldn't believe your eyes. the sight of your mother in her house clothes hidden by her large coat. your fathers. was what you were met with.

you tried to ignore the intoxication buzzing behind your eyes. you uncrossed your legs, hands down by your sides at once from where they had rested on paul. her cold stare was sobering you up quick. but she knew. she knew you'd snuck out, knew how to find you and knew your hooded eyes weren't just fatigue. you were both like that for a minute, until you finally swallowed. hard.

you stood and moved towards her, mouth opening to utter an excuse.

but before you could get the word out, your cheek was hot. your head was turned to the side by the sudden movement and it took a few seconds for your body to register the pain. you gasped as you lifted a hand to the reddening skin. you tried to blink away the tears that reflexively flew to your eyes.

"mum, i-"

she wasn't having any of it. "home! now."

blood was rushing to your ears in the rhythm of your thumping heart. your eyes burned into the ground. out of fear. embarrassment. shame. the kitchen was quite secluded but there had still been people around. were they watching?

you were a grown woman. everyone here was grown. but the way you'd been slapped, no- disciplined was in similar nature to a spoiled kid. the silent tears now spilled out and provided slight relief to the sting on your face. you took a long exhale. voice shaky and barely above a whisper.

"goodnight, paul."

you weren't even sure if he heard it. you'd heard paul reply with something but you had already left the house. you'd walked through ringo's beautiful house, lovely garden and straight into the taxi, waiting. no thank yous, no kisses goodbye, no guarantee you could ever even call any of them again. your head stayed down the entire time.

pt.2?? if u enjoyed, leave me a comment... i dont bite hard and it motivates me

[santasmrss]

i looove your writing 🫶 if you could maybe do an nsfw x reader of dom Paul (who is a much 😏) with a fem brat reader….. my life would literally be yours forever

aye im licking my lips at this idea. i ABSOLUTELY got ts. (btw tysm<3)

paul mccartney x reader

warnings: nsfw kinda,m!dom,fem reader

context: paul, your boyfriend, is way too cocky and it annoys you so you turn into a complete brat - that clearly pisses him off too.

1964.

your boyfriend had turned cocky, real cocky. years of being famous and titled as the most handsome man in the entirety of the united kingdom had finally caught up to him - it pissed you off.

he was full of himself, constantly trying to impress other people - even bloody men! you were right there but no, the idiot didnt want you.

“papers ar’ calling me sexy again, love.” he calls out from the living room, you can almost hear the smirk playing on his lips.

“are they?” you reply, a sigh escaping from your mouth. you were sick of it, can he shut up for five minutes about his appearance?

you hear a hum from the other room and then movement towards the kitchen, the room where you are pacing around - then, there he was, stood in the doorway in all of his glory.

“are you sick of me yet?” he laughs, grabbing a glass with his delicate hand and filling it with water.

you cross your arms, watching the man with a frown. “sick of what?”

he turns towards you, leaning against the countertop while cradling his glass in hand - the way hes looking at you is making your legs weak.

“sick of me.” he says, his voice almost a whisper. “you seem it.”

he doesnt look hurt, he just looks cocky with that stupid grin on his face.

“yes, i am. youre full of yourself.” you reply, turning to face the countertop instead of him and cleaning it.

obviously, you dont mean it like that. he wouldnt care if you meant it like that anyway, he has many other fish in the sea.

you hear him place his glass, then suddenly, you feel his entire body pressed against your back and his hands slithering down to your waist. his breath is warm on your neck, a feeling that makes your underwear soon turn wet.

“ye’ think so, sweetheart?” he purrs into your ear, his fingers tickling your waist.

you could barely form the words but of course he did not need to know that. “i know so.”

the man hums, just stopping to think for a second before you feel his lips grazing along the bottom of your ear on your neck, sucking gently. the hands that are rested on your waist soon slide down to rest on your hips, his thumbs dipped inside of your pants.

“whats up with ye’ attitude lately, doll?” he whispers against your neck, going back to kissing it but in a different spot which makes your body tremble.

“none of your business, paul.” those words cheer him on, he bites down lightly while sucking, causing you to whimper.

you can feel him smile against you, his thumbs rubbing your bare skin and his lips sucking your neck - its all so overwhelming yet so beautiful; you in the kitchen, your boyfriend stood behind you with his arms wrapped around you as he makes you wet.

“yeah baby, really?”

“yes, really.”

“why is it none of my business?”

you were soaked, so fucking wet for him - hes never spoken to you like this, hes always been so soft-spoken and sweet.

“paul.” you whine out, too desperate for him - it makes him chuckle.

“yes?” he replies, his thumbs dipping deeper into your pants.

you just grab his hand, placing it over your clothed crotch and spreading your legs against him - his hand presses down, causing you to grind against him.

“say sorry.”

“im sorry.”

“good girl. are you gonna stop being a brat now?”

“fuck, yes.”

you pathetically moan, you cant cope with this. paul has a way with words, thats something.

an

heyheyhey!, as we can all tell i can NOT write smut and just end it on a cliff hanger so i dont want to talk about this 🥹

anyway i hope you enjoyed! i loved writing this idea..

[ilovegeorgie]

all their loving

beatles x reader

genre: fluff

warning: none !

summary: how the boys confessed their love to you <3

a/n: 1908 wordssss, the longest i've written atm :)) and btw i think that i went a little but overboard with ringo lol

john lennon

it was a cold afternoon, the kind where the air smelled like rain and the world felt a little quieter than usual. she was sitting on the couch, mindlessly flipping through a book, when a familiar voice called her.

"darling," john called from the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. "you look like you could use a little excitement."

she playfully rolled her eyes but couldn't help to smile. "what now john?"

he flopped down beside her like he owned the place. "well look, i've been thinking... i figured it’s time to told you a little something."

"oh yeah?" she raised an eyebrow. "what is it?"

john shifted awkwardly, a rare moment of seriousness slipping through. "alright, don’t be getting all mushy on me, but... i think you might have stolen my heart.."

she stared at him, trying to hold back a laugh, but his wide-eyed expression was too much. he leaned closer, eyes sparkling with that familiar twinkle.

"i mean, i tried to keep it calm, you know," he continued, his voice taking on a playful tone. "but you just somehow kept sneaking in. a little smile here, a wink there, and bam!.. my heart was gone."

she chuckled, shaking her head. "oh john, you’re ridiculous."

he grinned. "i know. but seriously, i think i love you. and i’m not talking about the "i love you" like "i love my guitar". i mean the real thing, the "i can’t stop thinking about you and i’ll probably write a song about it" kind of thing."

she blinked, taken aback by his unexpected honesty, but he was already smiling like he hadn't just poured his heart out.

"now that that’s off my chest," he said, sighing and stretching his arms, "fancy going out for a cuppa?"

paul mccartney

the sun lazily dripped below the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow over the garden. the air was thick with the scent of blooming flowers, and paul sat across from her, bass in hand, his fingers effortlessly playing a familiar tune. she leaned back against the wicker chair, watching him with a smile, content in the peacefulness of the moment.

paul’s eyes twinkled as he finished the song, setting his guitar aside and giving her a playful grin. he leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed, but his gaze steady on her.

“you know, love,” he began, “i’ve been thinkin’ about something for a while now.”

she raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “what about, paulie?”

he grinned, “well, i’ve been thinkin’ that you and i… we’re a bit like a song, don't you think?”

she chuckled, not quite following. “a song? how is that even possible?”

“well” he said, leaning forward slightly, his eyes locked on hers. “you see, a song’s got to have rhythm, harmony, a bit of sweetness and, well… i think we’ve got all of that, don’t you?”

she couldn’t help to chuckle, but there was something so sincere in his eyes that made her pause. he wasn’t just being playful, this was something serious.

he took a step closer, reaching out and gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. “the thing is, love,” he said softly, “you know that i’m very clear on what i want, and… i want to be with you. i’ve known it for a while now.” her heart skiped a beat, and before she could say anything, paul continued.

“you’ve got this way about you that I can’t quite put into words. but, all i can tell you is that i’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. i love you, darling. i’ve loved you for a long time now.”

she was speechless for a moment, the warmth of his words wrapping around her like a soft embrace.

“i love you too, paulie,” she said calmly.

his smile grew wider, his eyes lighting up as though she’d just given him the greatest gift. he leaned in, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her forehead.

“good,” he murmured, his voice full of comfort. “because i plan on making sure you never forget it.”

george harrison

george sat beside her on the bench, the peaceful hum of nature filling the air around them, but his mind seemed to be somewhere else entirely, lost in thought. she glanced at him, wondering what was running through his mind.

“you alright, george?” she asked, nudging him lightly with her elbow.

he blinked, startled for a moment, before offering her a sheepish smile. “oh, yeah. just thinking… about everything, really.”

his voice was soft, his eyes distant but warm. there was something about him in these quiet moments.. something that made the world feel smaller and more intimate.

“what about?” she pressed gently.

george paused, taking a deep breath, as if gathering his thoughts. he shifted on the bench.

“sometimes, it feels like everything is… constantly moving, you know? everything’s always changing,” he said, his voice a little distant. “and we’re just… tiny little things floating along with it all.” he looked at her then, his eyes a little more focused. “but… there are moments, small moments, where it feels like everything stops. like time itself pauses, just for a second.”

she felt her heart racing slightly, his words feeling like they held a deeper meaning, something personal.

he cleared his throat nervously “and those moments, well… they’ve been happening more often when i’m with you, you know?”

she smiled softly, giving him the space to continue.

“it’s funny," he said, his voice quieter now, almost as if the words themselves were fragile. "you spend your whole life looking for answers about the world, about yourself, and then you meet someone, it’s like… all the questions fade away.”

he looked down for a moment, “i’ve been trying to put this into words for a while now… but i think what i’m trying to say is that i love you. i’ve loved you for a long time, but i’ve never quite known how to tell you.”

his voice was soft, almost unsure, but there was an undeniable sincerity in his gaze when he looked at her. she could see the nervousness in his eyes, his usual calm demeanor shaken by his confession, and it made her heart swell.

“oh george…” she whispered, voice filled with emotion.

he looked at her, his face a mixture of hope and vulnerability. “i just… needed you to know. you mean more to me than words can really express, but i hope you understand, even without me saying everything perfectly.” he laughed.

she then reached out, gently cupping his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against her palm. “of course i understand, george.. i love you too.”

“you’re everything i’ve been looking for, love” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

ringo starr

the beatles were rehearsing for an upcoming performance, the familiar hum of instruments filling the air while she sat off to the side, watching them work their magic, enjoying the rhythm of the music and the warmth of the room.

ringo was behind his drum kit, his usual cheeky grin on his face as he played, though there was something different about him today. he kept glancing over at her, his eyes darting away whenever their gazes met. his usual confidence was missing, replaced by a subtle nervousness.

paul noticed it first. "ringo!," he called, nudging george, who raised an eyebrow. "you look like you've got something on your mind, mate."

ringo's face flushed a deep red, and he quickly focused on his drumsticks, tapping them nervously against the kit. "nothing, nothing at all," he said, trying to brush it off.

"oh, i think there is, starr," john teased, making his way over to ringo's side. "come on, mate, out with it. what's all this about, then?"

ringo cleared his throat awkwardly, his hands fidgeting with his drumsticks. "i... uh... i’ve been meaning to say something." he shot a quick glance at her, and then quickly looked down again, as if the words were stuck.

paul gave him a playful nudge. "go on, rings, don’t leave us hanging!"

ringo’s face turned even redder, if it was even possible, and he let out a nervous chuckle. "it's... just, well... i don't know how to say this properly." he glanced back at her, his eyes soft. "but i—"

john raised an eyebrow, smirking. "you fancy her, don’t you?"

the whole room fell quiet for a moment as ringo froze, clearly caught off guard by john’s bluntness. his face was now a shade of pink no ones ever seen before.

"alright, alright!" he muttered, embarrassed, but there was a hint of affection in his voice. he finally looked directly at her, his gaze warm but still a little shy. "yeah, i do. i like her. a lot."

the other three boys erupted into a chorus of exaggerated whistles and claps, all teasing him in the most dramatic way possible.

"well, it took you long enough!" paul said, still chuckling. "it was about time, mate."

george, with a mischievous grin, leaned against his guitar. "you should’ve said something sooner, ringo. we all knew."

ringo ran a hand through his hair, looking relieved. "i didn’t know how... what if she doesn’t feel the same?" he muttered, his voice growing quieter, more vulnerable. "i can't keep it in anymore."

"oh, come on, rings! just go over there and tell her. it’s now or never, mate." said john

he hesitated, biting his lip, his gaze flickering nervously between the band and her. "what if i mess it up?" he said, almost to himself.

paul grinned and gave him a playful shove. "theres no way you're going to mess it up. just be yourself. you’ve got this."

george chuckled, still strumming his guitar. "yeah, what’s the worst that can happen? she might even fancy you back!"

ringo rolled his eyes, but there was a spark of determination in his expression now. he stood up from behind his drum kit, his legs trembling like they were made of jelly. he took a few steps toward her, but stopped halfway, glancing back at the boys. john grined "good luck, ringo!"

he approached her cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest.

"hey," he said, his voice a little shaky at first. she looked up to him surprised to see him standing so close.

"hi, ringo," she said, smiling. "is everything okay?"

his smile was a little sheepish, but he pushed forward. "actually... no, not really." he cleared his throat. "there’s something i’ve been meaning to say." she tilted her head.

ringo took another deep breath, gathering his courage. "i... i like you," he said, his words coming out all at once. "a lot. i’ve liked you for ages, but i didn’t know how to say it. i’ve been nervous about it, to be honest."

for a second, he feared he’d said too much too fast, but she smiled, her expression softening.

"i like you too, rings," she replied, her voice warm and sincere.

ringo’s eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a relieved laugh. "really?"

she laughed, and he couldn’t help but chuckle along. the nerves that had gripped him earlier were now replaced with a warm, happy feeling.

the boys watched from a distance, paul giving a thumbs-up and george mouthing "told ya" to john.

[sunflowersinthedirt]

DATING PAUL MCCARTNEY 1960/1964 🎸

First post here! Gifs aren’t mine. I’m sorry if it has any typo, english is not my first language.

• Paul would be the perfect boyfriend in his own way, a true English gentleman.

• He opens the door, pulls out chairs... You never pay for the bill.

• Paul loves to spoil you with gifts.

• Paul used to write songs about you but he was too shy to show them to you.

• He would loooove teach you how to play the guitar and piano, and if you sing, he would ask you to sing for him to hear.

• Paul is an uninhibited man and knows about the reputation he has as the "cute Beatle," but around you, he would become shy at first.

• Still, Paul can't keep his hands off you.

• He likes to walk holding your hand, steal kisses from you to see you blush, Paul likes to touch you all the time.

• Long conversations late at night in the company of his guitar, tea, cigarettes, and Martha.

• You adopted Martha together, and Paul would proudly say that you were Martha's mother.

• Paul loves rainy days and at every opportunity would drag you to bed to sleep with him to the sound of raindrops falling on the roof.

• You would travel the world with Paul if you wanted to go on tour with him.

• Even when you couldn't go with Paul, he would send you letters every day - no matter what country he was in. Letters and postcards, until you had to have more than one box to keep them.

• Paul would give you gifts related to him so that you wouldn't forget him when he was far away.

• Paul wasn't jealous of you with the boys, and you were the first to break the rule that women couldn't be in the studio.

• The boys adored you and would make jokes about how Paul only talked about you and how many songs he had already written and played for them dedicated to you.

[idontgottatellyoucrap]

EEEEEEEEEEE THIS IS ADORABLEEEEE

[iluvpmacca]

Paul nsfw alphabet?🤞

Paul McCartney NSFW Alphabet

CW: fem!reader, (ill add these later) 18+ Minors DNI (a/n: okay so now i have fallen in love with writing and the beatles again somehow...enjoy!)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

You'd think you're the needy one after sex. He's always begging to be cuddled and for you to scratch his back. You have to fight to stay up after he just rocked your world.

"Baby please! I did all the hard work tonight, just return the favor."

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He just cant get enough of your thighs! Being between them is like heaven on earth.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside preferably. There's just something about knowing that his cum is deep inside of you, all warm and safe. On your face is another good option because there is only one thing can make your face more gorgeous than it already is. Smothered in his semen. :)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a photo of you that he takes everywhere. That photo is used to help him get off when he's away from you for an extended period of time. It's not a dirty photo either, completely innocent.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows a woman's body better than she does and he is very aware of this.

He slides another finger into you, curling it at the right spot. His mouth latched onto one of your perky nipples as he places a solid hand on your back, encouraging your arch. "Paul, I'm gonna!" You shout out as you release yourself onto his fingers. Breaking his connection with your chest, he licks his fingers clean, never losing eye contact with you. "You taste amazing sweetheart"

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves being behind you. He can shove your head straight into the pillow when you get too noisy while pounding deeper inside of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Is it Paul without a ridiculous joke? He loves to be playful especially since he likes being a little bit rough. Awful jokes help him make sure that you're okay.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very, very clean. He likes to be shaved bald but sometimes he'll allow it to grow out a little.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's not awfully romantic only because he enjoys it rough. Praise is a big part of it though, compliments and encouragement make up for the lack of romance.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Paul likes to wait for you but if you're going to be separated for a long period of time then he'll indulge.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise, rough sex, breeding, begging, oral fixation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere as long as it's semi-private. He gets shy knowing people can hear/see.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sloppy, slow kisses or a tight dress. If you value your cervix, don't pair those two together.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

What would he not do?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves both giving and receiving. He's a master in his craft of giving head, and so are you. It's like a constant battle of who can make the other climax the hardest.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast, rough, and dirty almost every time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves a good quickie here and there but he cant show off all his talent during them. Every once in a while but not too often.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's up for almost anything you're up to, most ideas of yours are good ideas to him as well.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Expect 3-4 rounds that last around 20 minutes each. He only stops at that because he knows you're worn out by then.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Only a few that you two bought together. All of them are for you and are used when he wants you to be pampered. He attempted to use a vibrator on his tip and instead of feeling good it tickled.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Paul is a big tease. Any chance he gets he's trying to rile you up, kissing you passionately and then leaving for work or grinding against you before going to bed.

"How do you expect me to deal with this until you get home?" You say as he runs out the door giggling.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is LOUD, his favorite thing to do is moan. He has no shame, if it feels good he wants you to know.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has asked you if he could call you mommy many, many times. Some of his attempts were successful but most fall on deaf ears.

"Mommy, can we go one more round pleasee? I promise to be a good boy and go slow."

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We all know Paul doesn't have much to offer in this department. 5.5 inches, cut, cute pink tip, and little girthy. He's small, but mighty!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. He is ready to go whenever wherever, at least 4 times a week. You're lucky if you can go two days in a row without getting demolished.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After 10 minutes you both are out like a light. Some soft back scratches, quiet humming and a dim room after an intense session, bliss.

[sunflowersinthedirt]

AFTER SHOW | PAUL MCCARTNEY 🎸

Where Paul really wants you and can't stand hiding it anymore OR where you have low self-esteem and don't see yourself as feminine and beautiful enough to attract anyone's attention.

female!reader, fluff.

| mentions of alcohol and pot, mature language and reader not feeling feminine enough. Written in first person. |

english is not my first language and gifs are not mine.

—

1965.

Nothing could have prepared me to see Paul being interviewed after the tenth show of that tour in the hotel by this girl. Sure, it was a usual scene, but she… She was beautiful. Red-haired, medium height, and rosy-skinned. She looked like one of those porcelain dolls people order for decoration. Delicate, polite and apparently funny. The hazel eyes of the english singer were solely focused on her, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

It made me sad in a way. But my mind couldn't figure out if it was because Paul was close to such a beautiful woman with a courteous smile for so long without me seeing him next to a woman, or if it was because she was everything I was not: Too beautiful.

The truth is it was always like this. I always had to compare myself with every woman who got close to the boys. I had been working with the Beatles for almost four months and had yet to see any erratic behavior from them towards me or any woman - They´are flirty, but not disrespectfull. Far from me wanting all of them, but sometimes a doubt would light up inside me: Am I pretty enough for a Beatle to notice me? Of course, not just them, but any man.


I walked down the hotel hall to my room, not wanting to notice anyone's presence there and hoping they wouldn't see me either. I went up to the corridor of the rooms so quickly that not even a camera flash would catch me if someone photographed me there. I heard footsteps behind me and felt a tap on my arm.

— Where are you going in such a hurry, luv? — It was Paul. His warm touch sent an electric current and a shiver through my stomach. I felt my face heating up too, but it could have been the wine Brian offered me earlier at the after show. — To my room. — I replied, a bit intoxicated by his scent and how close he was to me. Either I was too tipsy for having had two glasses of weak Chilean wine with Brian Epstein, or Paul's eyes had a different sparkle that night.

— Can I be your company? — He asked boldly and irresistibly. — I want to get out of here too.

I nodded positively. Paul and I walked down the room corridor, and I felt drained by the energy of the place. Paul seemed tired and high... His eyes continued to disturb me. I couldn't judge him because I was this high too.

His eyes shone and disturbed me in an attractive way, of course. After seeing him with the red-haired girl, I started comparing myself to her automatically. I wasn't unkempt, but I didn't feel feminine enough either. It was always a battle to get ready and force myself to see myself as a feminine woman. And being in Paul's company that night had a strange atmosphere.

Why would he prefer to stay with someone like me, so clumsy? He was my best friend... But what could I offer him if we were seen together? In my mind, we simply didn't match. Paul and I were closer because we had similar tastes. I adored him, and he was totally my type. A Liverpool gentleman, contrary to the thoughts of people who had prejudice against Liverpudlians. He liked photographs, good music, and had accompanied me (when he had time) to cinemas and theaters.

When I entered that room, I had almost forgotten he was my company that night. A cold, electrifying air passed through me, and my body shivered. I felt small in the vastness of the night of the tenth show of that tour. I was too lucky and knew it, knew that girls my age would die and kill to be in my place and work with the Beatles.

— What's wrong with you? — He asked, breaking the silence. A tone of concern was perceived. — You seem too quiet today.

I threw myself onto the double bed in the room. It was soft, comfortable, and had pocket springs. I heard the springs' noise, and my body wobbled a bit with the impact of my lazy throw onto it. I wanted to stay in that position forever if possible.

— It's nothing. — I lied. I didn't want to worry Paul. He and the other guys had an incredible performance at the show today. Brian was proud and trusted me blindly to accompany them in all this madness. — Just tired, and I drank too.

Paul threw himself on the mattress next to me, very close to me. Now we both stared at the white ceiling of the hotel room.

— Darling, stop it. I know when something is wrong with you. I didn't even see you smile today. — Paul commented, now turning to me. He knew, he knew me well... And I kind of hated myself for making it too obvious. It took me a while to turn to him and take my eyes off that ceiling.

Not because the hotel room ceiling was more interesting than Paul but because I could commit a big madness being centimeters away from his face. I could blame the earlier glasses of Chilean wine or realize that I had been in love with Paul for a long time and stop hurting myself so much. I knew this would end our friendship in a bad way.

— I smiled when you guys were on stage. — I didn't look at him. I could feel Paul's gaze burning my cheeks.

— I didn't see... — He said, his voice huskier, whining. Almost a moan. — Look at me, love. Tell me what's going on, hm? — He pleaded. I felt butterflies in my stomach. The wine's effect seemed to be affecting me more than it should.

I started to wonder if there was something more in the wine or if I was drunk intoxicated by Paul.

— Paulie... — I whispered his name, finally looking at him. I wanted to laugh nervously, so I bit my lips. Paul looked at me with the most needy expression in the world at that moment. Either that or I was going completely crazy...

Shit. He's beautiful, and I really liked him.

— Hm? — He murmured softly in response to me calling him. His eyes were low and dark, a look I had never seen in all this time working with the Beatles. — If I ask you something, would you be upset with me? — He asked, his voice low and firm.

— You know that I can't be angry with you. Just.. go ahead...— I blinked quickly, trying not to appear intoxicated by him.

— Can I? — He sounded nervous. — I mean, can I kiss you, darling? — He asked me. His hazel eyes locked on mine.

I took a deep breath, trying to process what I had just heard. It wasn't possible, was it? He wanted to kiss me. He. Wanted. To. Kiss. Me.

— Paul, I-

— I'm sorry. — He interrupted me, and I felt like an idiot. His eyes darkened, and the boy's face now had a sad expression. He sat on the bed with his back to me.

— Paul, I...

— It's just that I'm feeling different. I don't want to mess up our friendship. — He interrupted me again, and honestly, I couldn't be mad at him for interrupting me. I sat on the bed. Paul looked at the lamp, his long and curved eyelashes making a perfect drawing on his eyelid. I confirmed that even his profile was beautiful. — I'm kind of tired of this. And you keep disturbing my thoughts, you know? I can't sleep without thinking about you. — He finally confessed, now looking back at me. His thick lips moist and shining with his saliva.

My heart felt like a philharmonic band. He was driving me crazy.

— Y/N, I don't want to lose your-

I interrupted him and did the craziest thing. I silenced him with my lips on his. Paul gently held my face, his thumbs relaxed on my right cheek. I wanted to go fast, thirsty for him, he wanted to go slow. He tamed me like no one else could that night, tilting his head to deepen the lazy kiss. I felt like I would melt there... His mouth was warm, moist, the taste of wine sweetening my mouth. It was intimate and moved me like no man had ever done. The need for air became apparent, and we pulled apart, Paul still daring to steal a peck. Our lips swollen and red.

Suddenly, I felt shy. I had indeed kissed him, caught him by surprise. He had too, he kissed me back... Unbelievable that he reciprocated me and my repressed feelings.

— Paul... — I whispered, intoxicated, feeling my lips moist with his saliva. Our faces were still close but not close enough to be strange.

— Shh... — He gave me a long peck. — I know. Me too, darling.

And then nothing else mattered in that room but him and me.


[johnssilverhammer]

hello! could you make yan beatles headcanons?

this is a personal fav of mine I love thissss and sorry for the influx of blue themed posts I just now noticed that lolll (guess what color the Beatles wear the most challenge HARD EDITION)

~ the Beatles hcs ~

!Yandere! Beatles

John: He became infatuated with you when you first showed up at the studio one day, it was a piddling rainy type of day. He was getting out of his car when he saw you rushing up the steps and he jumped out to offer you his umbrella. Once inside he had noticed how your eyes sparkled and your rosy cheeks. From then on he was smitten, to an alarming degree at times.. Turns out you were the new secretary of Brian, meaning you would be around quite a bit. John would always help you with your bags, holding stacks of paperwork for you, getting you coffee whenever and much more. Despite Brian’s constant reminding to not bother you, John never listened and kept on.If John noticed Paul trying his hardest to woo you he would be furious. Several rehearsals have ended in a heated argument and a few attempted punches. John’s grown to resent his bandmates or ‘friends’ he thinks they are going to steal you away. One time John pulled out a switchblade on Ringo only for joking around with you, George almost had a broken leg when John swung his guitar at him in a fit of rage. Obviously you weren’t around for any of this since John was very adamant about the integrity of secrecy. Eventually everyone was sick and tired of John’s behavior they gave him one last chance to stay in the band, and he did act on his best behavior. Still he gets close to hurting one of them. John has not confessed his undying love for you…yet.

Paul: His obsession was a festering one, he started out as admiration to friendship to complete obsession. How Paul knew you was you were apart of a different musical group and you were their headliner, the leader. He heard about you on the radio one early morning and his curiosity was peaked. Paul rushed to learn more about you and your band, soon enough through some digging he found yall had a concert pretty nearby and he just had to go. Paul made sure to conceal his identity as well as get front row seat. Mind you he’s never even seen you before besides in the blurry poster that advertised the event. But once you made it up on stage it was like Paul’s world changed, to him the sun shone brighter, the stars were abundant in the night sky, sunsets painted the sky bright pinks and yellows. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you like hypnosis. Paul revealed his identity to the guards backstage and used his fame to get to you more efficiently. Shaking your hand, completing your singing/playing, everything was how he greeted you, you were surprised to see Paul McCartney fan-girling so hard over you. From then on he met up with you for tea and such many, many times a week, getting to know you and loving you more and more. Very quickly his platonic love for you grew into a more engrossed love. He’s frequently had thoughts of seriously harming anyone who even speaks to you many times, even once acting upon it to John who put his arm around you while sitting together. Needless to say, John’s arm was quite sore the rest of the day with many bruises to accompany. Paul has thought about telling you his feeling but feels as though it’s too early.

George: He started out as a silent observer, simply interested in your day to day habits. You were his neighbor from across the street, one day he saw a large moving truck pull up front of his flat and it perplexed him deeply. He sat and watched outside the window for many minutes trying to find out who’s moving in. Soon enough you appeared, stepping out of your car to assess where things go and such, he was star struck. His jaw dropped, heart raced, and his eyes began to dry out due to how wide they became. From the days forward George makes it a habit to wake up the same time as you, he’s watched you from his bedroom window set your alarm clock thanks to the help of some binoculars, and follows what he’s studied to be your usual daily routine. If you go outside, he’s already many steps ahead of you being already dressed and ready. He lags behind you watching your back intently, paying attention to your hair in particular. He loves how it sways/bounces with each step. This one day in particular he watched as a man stepped up to you and was pestering you, calling you crude things. He couldn’t take it. So he rushed to the guy and basically close-lined him from behind. Yelling “What are you doing eh?!” and more. George crushed the man’s hand with the heel of his boot, letting out a satisfying crunch. Defending you felt more exhilarating than any rollercoaster or concert. You thanked him and shook his hand then carried on your way, side eyeing the man shuffling away clutching his stomach. George felt fireworks go off in his head and didn’t ever want to wash that hand. More and more he fantasized about standing up for you and in the process hurting them like he did that one guy. It’s a fun daydream to him. He wants to tell you his love but he’s too nervous.

Ringo: His love was unexpected, it was the first of many tours back home in Liverpool and you two met when you showed up with a few friends backstage. You won VIP passes through a mailing raffle, if your letter was picked out you could go and see them for free! You caught Ringos eye in particular because of how breathtakingly beautiful you were, something about your whole demeanor instantly soothed his stress. Everything about you he loved, your voice especially changed something within him. You got to speak to them pretty briefly since they had a press conference soon and had to drive there and prepare. But in those few minutes Ringo fell hard in love. Before leaving Ringo snuck you aside and gave you his private number and told you to call him later. After the meeting Ringo overheard some of the guys talk about you, gossiping about how gorgeous you were and how the wished they had a bird as good-looking as you. The lads very quickly met a version of Ringo they rarely see. Ringo was throwing curses and words he didn’t exactly mean for 10 minutes straight. They couldn’t see to calm him down, George tried to sit him down but Ringo socked him in the jaw and stormed out. On his way out he lashed out at Paul and John, pushing them out of the way roughly which ended John on the floor. George had to sit down for a bit because he felt rattled and light headed from the blow, tasting the blood begin to pool with its metallic notes. Ringo calls you everyday now, isolating himself more and more to talk to you about anything. He’s already told you how he feels but you two can’t really date since you live farther away than Liverpool. Also the press would have a field day with headlines such as, “Beatle Ringo Starr dating a fan?! Fangirls world wide weep!”

I loved doing this omg yaya

[snowywrvites]

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ᴘᴀᴜʟ ᴍᴄᴄᴀʀᴛɴᴇʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴛᴡ: ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ

( see end for further notes )

The love story started when you first played in his hair - it was just 'friendly' at the time. He was unsure about his feelings towards you but holding your warm hands in that winter weather was just something.

Your scent and just the way you were made him fall in love over and over again with you.

Now, he was hugging you from behind - early in the morning. You told him you had to go but he unfortunately didn't let you go, just buried his face into your neck.

"Just a few more minutes, yeah? I'll make it up to you.. promise." He always said that, it'd probably be a couple of hours until he lets you go.

"You say that to me every single time you do this."

"twenty minutes."

"Fine, Paul."

His hair brushing lightly against your skin, made your brain fuzzy. "You're always warm." He slowly started kissing your neck, moving up to your jaw then eventually your lips - in a passionate desire. Just a couple minutes pass by - he finally breaks the kiss, lips swollen.

"Can we do that again?."

(A/N - this was VERY lazily written, I'll proofread soon or add on to it.. and heavily based around mullet Paul! Was gonna post this on my main )

[santasmrss]

paul mccartney x (fem) reader

warnings: none

context: you are the beatles’ assistant - you are also pauls best friend. since you are a woman, you are constantly accused of being pauls girlfriend. although, paul would love that.

1964.

it had been a long day for paul. countless interviewers running up to him to ask questions, girls following him around while their husbands feel jealousy and constant flashing lights in his eyes.

obviously, it was not only him going through this - it was his band mates too. they were sick of it, all of them. why couldn’t they just make music and be left alone?

however, today a new question had been thrown at paul, it made the day a little more interesting. it was one that made john tease paul for hours after it was answered, one that made his stomach sink to the floor.

“paul. you have said that you are not in a relationship but could you explain the countless images of you and your assistant, miss Y/N?”

paul laughed though his mind immediately went to his bestfriends beautiful face - one of his hands started to play with his earlobe.

“can a man not have a relationship with a woman, eh?”

its a few hours after the question, the words that the reporter spat at him were still ringing through his head like a melody from a favourite song.

the group were sat together, each member messing about with their instrument - then there was you, sat reading the bloody paper.

“are y’still thinking about that bleeding interview, paul?” john questions as his skinny fingers strum the strings on his guitar slowly.

as john fills in the silence, everybody in the room perks their heads up to listen in and attempt to engage in the conversation.

paul paused his playing and looked at john - his eyes narrow at him. he knows that john is teasing him, its bullshit. “no, am not actually.”

john lets out a hum and places his guitar down, he crosses his arms soon after. he wants to argue, the twat. “y’sure?”

john would just argue back and forth, paul knows that so he accepts his fate. god, john can be such a pain in the arse.

you were still sat reading the newspaper, your nose was practically sniffing the lines of words but you were listening to the boys, you were eyeing paul.

“what are you all on about?” you question, looking up from the neatly opened paper and placing it down.

you watch as the boys steal cheeky little glances at each other. pauls glances are more death stares though, to be fair.

“you n’ paul are in a relationship.” john snorts, throwing a ball of paper at ringo.

paul shakes his head at you, his eyes wide. the skin on his cheeks begins to turn a soft pink shade. its cute, really - his own makeup.

you cant help but laugh. although, it does make your stomach flip at the thought of dating him. “are we now? who told y’that?”

“paul.” all of the boys say together, going back to their instruments.

poor paulie was left in the corner, his head in his hands as he attempted to calm himself. god, he would do anything to date you.

this is quite short LOL anyway requests are open and i hope you enjoyed 💕

[lilithkleia]

cover them up slut !

“sukuna…do you need a bra?”

“what the fuck are you talking about, woman?”

“your honkers.”

“my WHAT.”

he always insisted walking around the apartment shirtless, his bare body for the whole world to see, and it was fine, until he started bulking. his muscles were now bigger, beefier—but that wasn’t what caught you off guard. it was his freaking man titties.

they’d almost doubled in size the past month, the round pecs almost singing to you like a siren call. and it all seemed to get worse when he worked out, slowly bouncing with every little movement he made, and each bounce had you entranced. it was like sensory fruit videos, if you will, but better because it was sukuna’s boobs.

“i’m almost jealous y’know, you have such nice bewbs kuna.”

“they’re called pecs.” he grunted while trying to do pushups in your living room while you continued to stare at his chest while he moved up and down.

“you think i can ditch my needoh and use your tits instead?”

“stop. talking. please.”

“i’m not hearing a no.”

you found yourself seated in sukuna’s lap, palming at his chest like a cat making biscuits, squeezing the flesh and weighing it in your hands while sukuna tried his best not to let out a whimper.

“wouldn’t it be really funny if your nipples were sensitive?”

“y—yeah. imagine.”

oh. oh my.

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[winqlessdove]

GRAVE ROBBER SUKUNA TAKES YOU TO THE CEMENTARY FOR THE FIRST TIME!?!?

──your pyscho boyfriend digs up a dead guy and "borrows" his stuff

The night is silent and dark, the only sounds audible are the buzzing of the cicadas. It's midnight on a Friday, a slight breeze gently caressing your cheeks. You let out a shaky exhale.

A grave stands before you. The headstone is without blemish or cracks, and it is adorned with intricate details. In the center, a name is craved into it. A name familiar to you.

To both of you, actually.

Sukuna stands on your right, fishing a lighter out of his pocket. A spark comes to life, which he uses it to light the cigarette dangling from his lips. He glances at you, his eyebrows furrowing at your sad expression.

"This doesn't even feel real, looking at his grave. Just a few days ago I was having chemistry with him..." you murmur, a frown etching itself upon your face.

"Don't get all sappy now." your boyfriend hums, letting out a huff as if you getting all emotional over this dude is annoying him.

The guy was your classmate, a pretty good guy. He wasn't exactly close with you, but he was someone you talked to a few times.

Sukuna exhaled a puff of smoke, plucking the cigarette from his mouth with two fingers. "It's sad really, we smoked together in the school parking lot once...but...i need that jacket."

The implication behind his words slip your mind for a few moments, taking you to blink a few times to realize what he was saying.

"wait what─where the hell did you get that thing!?!" you yelp as you see him with a shovel in his hands. You yelp even louder as he buries his shovel into the fresh patch of dirt in front of you two.

"Ryo!?! Stop that, idiot!!! Someone'll see us!!!"

"What, you think I brought you here to mourn this guy? 'm just gonna borrow from him. And maybe sell something, to get you a gift."

You're in utter disbelief. You knew you're boyfriend was extremely sorta odd with a lot few odd habits. But to go as far as to DIG up their dead classmate!?!?!

"Ugh─I'm not getting in trouble 'cause you want his stuff! Our dead classmate's stuff!" you spin on your heel and begin to walk the other way.

"Baby, he is wearing some real expensive shit right now." he continues to dig.

You continue to walk.

"Like what?"

"Cartier."

You stop walking, slowly creeping over back to where Sukuna is digging a hole.

"..."

"Is there an extra shovel anywhere near by?"

a/n: i took some inspiration from @virusverse5's animation from tiktok!!

[winqlessdove]

WHEN YOU GET TOO DRUNK AND END UP HITTING ON BEST FRIEND YUJI!?!?!

── when you get a little bit too drunk and your best friend yuji has to deal with your drunken flirtations!

Knock knock!!

"Coming!" You hear the familiar sound of your friend's voice as his footsteps rapidly approach the front door.

Yuji Itadori, your very very good friend (that you may or may not have an embarrassingly huge crush on) swings opens the door, lips parting in surprise as his eyes lay on you.

"[name]? What're you doing out? It's like...super duper late."

You can't help but feel your heart warm at his cute expression.

" 'm just...visiting...was walking back from a party and wanted to─" a hiccup interrupted your words. "─say hi..."

You walk right past him into his house, letting out a loud sigh as you clumsily stumble to the living room. Yuji walks right behind you.

"Had too much to drink again?" He teased.

"Yyyuuup." You pop the 'p'.

You flop onto the couch, stretching out and leaning your head back against a pillow. Your eyes gravitate towards the pretty pink-haired boy. He looks at you with a gaze similar to that of a puppy.

You grin.

Yuji has always been so attractive to you, but you've never worked up the courage to tell him anything. You'd whine to Nobara and Megumi all day long about how it was so unfair that he was just so damn cute and you couldn't do a thing about it.

He was your best friend, and you didn't want to ruin what you already had. So, you decided that it would hurt less to love him in secret rather than get your heart broken.

But he just looked so good tonight.

He stood above you, shirtless and painfully oblivious to how needy you were for him. His veins stood out against his forearms, shifting each time he curled his fingers into fists. His bottom lip slightly jutted out in a small, adorable pout.

Yuji was your dreams personified.

Maybe just a little bit of flirting wouldn't hurt, right?

"Yuuujjjiiiii..." you drawl. He squirms a little at the way you say his name. "Come sit down with me...pleeassee?"

He obeys, trying to keep a respectful distance between you two. You huff at that.

You scoot over closer to them, thighs and shoulders pressing against each other's. Even in the dim lighting, you can see how his cheeks flush.

"You know, Yuji..you're so strong..."

He gulps. "R-really?"

You nod. "Mhmm...really. Makes me think things..." You move your fingers against his bicep.

You don't notice how his breath hitches in response to that.

"What...things...are you...talking about?"

Before he can even react, you straddle his lap. Each knee against his hips. Your hands go to his shoulders.

"[name]," he says your name shakily. "what...what're you doing?"

"I wanna...show you...the things I think of...so badly Yuji." You feel his hips buck slightly at that. you giggle, moving your face closer to his.

"Do you want me to show you more?" You slur, your lips inches away from his.

The boy cups your cheek, fingers twitching. "B-but, we're just friends...what's gonna happen when you sober uuupphh─!"

A groan escapes from Yuji's throat, suddenly feeling your lips press against his neck. You laugh, your breath tickling his skin. You plant a few more kisses teasingly.

"[nammmeee]...ooh m-my..mmh.." his hands go to your hips. "i was in the middle...of saying something!"

His breath was becoming uneven, and gosh it was adorable to see.

"sorryy...just can't...resist." you drag your tongue against a spot just behind his ear, causing Yuji to release another whine.

"And you're just sooo sensitive. Pleaseee Yuji? Will you pleaseee let me show you...?" you trail up to his jawline, licking near the corner of his lips.

His fingers grip tighter around you. "[name]...i...f-fuck it, yes...please..more."

You slam your lips onto his the moment those words leave his mouth.

It's all teeth and tongue, yours lapping against his lewdly. You nip at his bottom lip, earning a yelp from him. It's so much better than what you fantasized about. His lips tasted so good, mint with a hint of something sweet.

"[name]...mmnh..[name]..." he moaned repeatedly against your lips like it was the only thing keeping him alive. He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you against him.

Eventually, he pulls away. Both of your hearts are race dramatically.

"Can we go up to your room?" you pant.

He hooks a finger into the waistband of your bottoms, catching you by surprise. He pulls you closer to whisper in your ear.

"Absolutely."

[lilithkleii]

your bsf!yuji is an adorable airhead >< !

bsf!yuji, who’s always so touchy with you—constantly clinging to you like a second skin, his big arms always wrapped around your waist, his cheek always pressed against yours, always hovering close to you whenever he can, ‘it’s what friends do!’ is all he says before pressed his lips at the crook of your neck slowly sniffing your perfume while tightening his grip around your body.

bsf!yuji, who always gets so jealous when you go on dates, constantly pouting when you get home with hickeys hidden under your shirt, staring at you like you did something criminal, still pressing his lips to the hickeys, all but fighting the urge to sink his teeth into your skin, marking you as his.

bsf!yuji, who doesn’t understand why would need anybody else’s help when he’s right there—willing to do absolutely anything for you, picking you up with flowers after shitty dates, taking you out on late night snack runs when you’re in on your head studying for your stupid exams, cuddling you to sleep during thunderstorms, your face smushed into his muscular chest, drowning out the noises outside while you drift away to sleep.

bsf!yuji, who doesn’t exactly understand why his heart beats faster when he’s around you—you’re just friends! buddies! platonic soulmates! or so he says, but he can’t ignore the way his chest tightens whenever you mention somebody you’re talking to, already trying to find ways to critique them and about how none of them are any good for you.

bsf!yuji, who kisses you for ‘practice’. it’s what friends do, right? he needs to know what he’s doing when he kisses someone! his hands are already planted around your waist while you straddle his lap, his soft moans spilling onto your lips while you slide your tongue against his lips, his hands moving closer and closer to your chest while his lips stay planted on yours.

bsf!yuji, who starts kissing you like it’s second nature—the two of you are used to it, after all! it’s completely platonic, or so he says. and your lips are just so soft and warm and fit so perfectly against his, he just can’t help it :c

bsf!yuji, who always shows up dishevelled, hair sticking up at awkward angles when he can’t fall asleep—flopping on your bed and sniffing your sheets, flipping over and pawing the air so he can cuddle you to sleep.

bsf!yuji, who massages your stomach when your period cramps start getting to you, his palms warm while he applies a consistent pressure to your stomach while you try not to curl in on yourself.

bsf!yuji, who’s always at your every beck and call—you could call him at the dead of night, and he’d be dressed and ready to show up at your place. need food? say less, he’s driving to the convenience store, stocking up on snacks, showing up at your door, the two of you sitting on the floor, twilight playing in the background while you stuffed your face with shitty ramen and chips.

bsf!yuji, who cant bring himself to accept that he’s fallen in love with you. wholly and utterly down bad, and boy, he’d do anything to call you his, his girl but he’s petrified that you’d say no—that you’re better off as friends when he knows you guys could be so much better as something more.

i love him :3

all works belong to @lilithkleii do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI, lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[ymirsgf]

first kiss <3

(ex) man whore sukuna, and his little geek girlfriend who has all his attention ^^ MDNI!! Sukuna x reader, slight smut, a whole bunch of kissing, slight fluff? idfk.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" said the one and only, Ryomen Sukuna.

a.k.a, your boyfriend Sukuna, the same guy known as for being the literal walking definition of 'man whore' was your boyfriend.

Everyone was shocked. Well, why wouldn't they be? you were the geek nerd who only ever cared about their work. So when your professor assigned you to work with Ryomen for this project that was worth half of your grade, you almost lost it. But at the same time, you had to just pretend it was nothing because you didn't want to risk letting this guy affect you and your grades.

At first, Sukuna teased you endlessly. He was calling you names, picking on you, and just bothering you in general. Eventually, he ended up warming up and realized he had gained feelings for you. and of course, he asked you out and you guys started dating.

Currently, he's in your dorm. You had invited him since you wanted to play some of your multiplayer video games with him. It started off innocent, trust. You guys were sitting on your couch in the living room, playing some mortal Kombat. Sukuna was fuming by the fact that he was getting badly beating by you. But what did he expect? you grew up in a household full of video game obsessed sibilings, of course you were a literal pro at this game.

now, back to the present.

"Why are you asking? thats so random." You said as you tried to focus on the game, not wanting to let that stupid question distract you from your game. "Just curious." Sukuna gave you a quick glance before looking back at the screen. "Guessing that its a no?" "I know you're just asking that so you can distract me." You scoffed. "I'm not," He had that stupid teasing smirk on his face. He's clearly lying. "It just came to me that we've never really talked about that kind of stuff, y'know ? "Shut up already, i don't wanna talk about this right now." you hate that you're actually getting flustered. He's just teasing you so that he can win his stupid match, how childish.

"I wanna try something."

he didn't even give you a warning. just immediately went on top of you, acting like he just wanted to devour you whole, like a whole ass animal.

You just went straight up silent, too shocked by the fact that he's quite literally taking this bit a little too serious. "What is i-" you couldn't even finish your sentence since he leaned down and started leaving soft, gentle kisses on the crook of your neck. His mouth grazed along your neck, his hot breath over your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Let me take that first kiss of yours."

you couldn't even fight back since he was pinning you down with his body, not that you even cared since you were low-key into whatever the fuck Sukuna was doing. "w-what? what the fuck made you want to take my first kiss while playing mortal Kombat??" His hand came down to your waist, sliding his hands under your top and caressing your stomach. gosh, you felt butterflies in your stomach. you were a whole ass adult and yet you're already getting aroused by some touching. "Does that really matter right now? just kiss me, please." he had that pleading tone that you just couldn't resist, and fuck, that pout on his lips were making you surrender.

you totally understand why people fell for this guy. he's just so hard to resist. "f-fine." Your lame ass didn't know what to do, so you just gave him a quick ass peck on his lips. "there, now leave me alone, Suku." oh, but Sukuna wasn't satisfied with just a quick peck on the lips. he wanted to feel your tongue on his, hear you pant as you gasp for air, see that flustered look on your face. "Baby, that's not what I want. He brought his free hand and started to brush your bottom lip, admiring that cute face of yours. "Just follow my lead, 'kay?"

With that, he claimed your lips. His tongue slipping in your mouth as he used his other hand to continue exploring your stomach, he quite literally couldn't get enough and ended up pulling you closer. Sukuna just couldn't hold back when it came to you.

You were his weakness.

So while he was making out with you, making sure you were practically getting eaten, he slowly started to stop caressing you and got his controller. His stupid plan to distract you so that he could win ended up working.

You were too busy getting devoured that you totally blocked out the TV noise. "You drive me crazy, Love." He groaned as he pulled away from those precious lips of yours. that kiss was sloppy and messy. You thought that making out would be hard since you didn't have any experience, but as you were doing it, it just kinda fell on you and you were able to get the hang of it easily.

"Oh, and by the way, I just beat your ass on this game." you were still trying to catch your breath, so you totally flipped when you looked at the screen and saw that you were on the ground, dead. "Are you serious? you did all that just to win some stupid game?"

"Baby, don't get mad. I'll make it up by taking some more firsts of yours, you got that?" Fuck. you just cant get mad at him when he's talking to you in that low voice of his and that irresistible face he has.