#Bob McCabe

[moonlight-alexia]

katie and peach 🍑🤍 (+ jordan 🫶🏼)

[dailylooneys]

Porky's Snooze Reel

(1941, Bob Clampett and Norm McCabe)

[spilladabalia]

Axemen - Big Cheap Motel

[woso-dreamzzz]

End of the World V

Katie McCabe x Child!Reader

Caitlin Foord x Child!Reader

Summary: The last day in Australia

On the last day of your trip to Australia, you go to the zoo.

It's a whole day activity because it's a night flight.

It had been Caitlin's idea actually and she's why you sit in your pram. You don't usually get put into the pram now that you're not a baby but there's meant to be lots of walking today so Mammy had rented one out for you.

You're glad though because Australia is hot and you don't like hot because it makes you sweat a lot and then your clothes cling to you.

You don't like that at all.

So, you are glad for the pram because it's perfect to be pushed around in and still being able to see all the animals.

Mammy pushes you but Caitlin's the one who points out everything to you, crouching next to your pram and explaining things from the placards that are just out of sight from you.

"Elephant," Caitlin says to you, pointing out the animal.

"Lelephant."

"Elephant," She says again.

"Lelephant."

She smiles. "Close enough. Elephants have big trunks. They use it to pick up branches to eat. See?"

She points and you follow her finger to where the elephant is chewing on some leaves.

"It's big."

"It is."

You think for a moment.

The elephant is very big, massive even. It's got a big trunk and big feet and big tusks. It's very scary and you whine a little when it wanders closer to where you and the others are watching it.

You squeeze your eyes shut quickly. "I don't like the lelephants, Caitlin!"

"Okay, okay. Let's move on." She flips through the brochure and shows it to you. "Where do you want to go?"

"Erm...er..." Your eyes glance over the pictures before focusing on the little animal with red and white fur. "That one."

"You want to see the red pandas?" Caitlin asks and you nod.

"Yes, please, Caitlin."

Mammy laughs and starts wheeling you away.

You think the red pandas aren't as big as the elephants and giraffes and aren't as scary as the lions and rhinos. The red pandas look soft and sweet like Coopurr back home.

You're right. They do look soft and sweet and you tug a little bit at the straps keeping you in your pram.

Caitlin notices and she smiles. "Do you want to get out, kiddo?"

You freeze slightly at being addressed before you cautiously nod your head. You're unclipped and up in Caitlin's arms within seconds.

At first, you feel stiff and awkward in them but it's just Caitlin. It's not like she's a stranger so you relax into her, hands on her shoulder so you can push yourself a bit further away to see the red pandas clumsily wander around their enclosure.

"Do you like them, kiddo?" Mammy asks and you nod.

"They're cute and little."

"That's right. They are."

You don't know how long you stay waiting at the red pandas but it must be a while. You don't know why you like them but it must be because they look so huggable.

At home, Coopurr only tolerates hug for a little while before he's wiggling away to go do Coopurr things that you don't understand.

Red pandas seem a little clumsy though and one of them stays snoozing in the sun the entire time you're there. They must give good cuddles.

You don't really want to leave them but you still have to get to the airport so you have to leave.

Mammy goes off to the toilet before you leave while you sit in Caitlin's arms as she wanders around the giftshop.

"Hey, kiddo," She says," Do you want this?"

She's holding a doll.

You like dolls.

It's a doll with a little red panda on its arms and red panda themed clothes. It's very cute and you bite at your lip.

"We have to go," You whisper," If we're not ready when Mammy comes back, she might get annoyed."

"Katie won't get annoyed," Caitlin assures you," Do you want it?"

You bob your heads up and down. "Yes, please, Caitlin."

When Mammy comes out of the toilet, you've got your new doll and she easily takes you from Caitlin so she can fawn over it.

She coos over it and asks questions all the way back to the airport and all the way through boarding.

She's planning on fawning over it until you settle but your ears pop without warning and you shriek.

Pulling your hands away from your ears, you find that they haven't gone back to normal. They're all blocked and weird and they hurt.

So you start sobbing, tears spilling over your cheeks.

"Shh, shh," Katie says," It's okay. It's okay. Come here."

She unclips you and you crawl over to her, burying your face into her chest.

"Here," Caitlin says, passing over the blanket she was going to use for the flight," Use this."

[undying-love]

Beatles biographers saying totally normal things about John and Paul: A compilation

"‘John always used to say,’ Yoko told me at one point, ‘that no one ever hurt him the way Paul hurt him.’ The words suggested a far deeper emotional attachment between the two than the world ever suspected - they were like those of a spurned lover." -Philip Norman

"No matter how much he loved Yoko, the Gibraltar ceremony seems like something close to an on-the-rebound reaction to the loss of his first great love, Paul McCartney." -Chris Salewicz

"Almost in each other’s face, John and Paul quickly gained an unusual closeness, little or nothing hidden. Paul noticed that ‘John had beautiful hands." -Mark Lewisohn

"With Yoko present, Paul McCartney’s reign as Lennon’s princess was doomed.” -Peter McCabe

"John's in love with Yoko," Paul confessed to a reporter from the 'Evening Standard', "and he's no longer in love with the three of us." But for all intents and purposes, he might as well have been talking about himself." -Bob Spitz

'I thought Paul's was rubbish,' opined Lennon, saying that he preferred George's All Things Must Pass. McCartney studied the article with the morbid fascination of a jilted lover receiving a kiss-off letter. -Howard Sounes

“Lennon could have abandoned the (US) immigration case and returned to Britain, and possibly even to McCartney, but that would have meant accepting that his relationship with Ono was over.”-Peter Dogget

"Theirs was a volatile relationship right up to the end, and was fraught with emotional summits and valleys. While the connection between them was strictly heterosexual, it was deep, passionate, and highly explosive." -Geoffrey Giuliano

"John was insecure, and when he saw Paul he wanted to look cool. He gave up all his friends for Paul. Aunt Mimi recalled that John jumped around the kitchen when he told her about his new friend. She sarcastically said to John that they were like ‘chalk and cheese’ meaning how different they were. And John would start hurling himself around the room shouting ‘Chalk and Cheese!'’ smiling and laughing. He was fucking in love with him, he adored him. She understood he found the partner of his life." -Thomas Rhodes

“The last week in August, Paul McCartney returned to Liverpool, tanned and noticeably slimmer. In addition to starting school, he came back to begin a relationship he seemed destined for: hooking up with John Lennon." -Bob spitz

“Seeing Lennon focus on Ono rather than him [Paul] was as devastating as it would have been for Cynthia Lennon to witness the couple making love.” -Peter Dogget

[mymindcreatedthis]

Lego Buddies 18+

Reader x Lauren Hemp

Warning: Smut! Smut! Smut!

Word count: 4,624

*Lauren’s Pov* 

It’s the day after a fiery game against the republic or Ireland which we won 4-0 thanks to a hat trick from Y/n and a goal from Mead. Throughout the match, I kept getting tackled by Katie McCabe, I was so close to asking Millie to knock Katie out but I decided against it and to just hold a massive grudge against Katie instead. 

I’ll get my revenge in the league. My blood boiling I decided to sit down at the lounge in SGP and build a new Lego set Y/n gave to me. The Lego set is of Wembley, oh sweet Wembley may we go back to those days where we were untouchable. The set was 10,000 pieces which means I’m gonna be here awhile but I know once I start building I’ll fly through it. 

I made myself Cuppa and got started. A few girls decided to sit with me while I built my Lego set. They were doing something and talking about something. I didn't pay attention to them as I just built my Lego set. 

I felt a tap on my shoulder while I was building a part of my set. I look over and see it’s Sarina. 

“Fuck I’m so sorry Sarina.” I say embarrassed. 

“It’s okay Lauren I just wanted to say it’s time to go to your room now as we have a busy day of analysis tomorrow.” Sarina says. 

I smile and nod. “Okay.” 

I wave Sarina goodbye and I carefully pick up my Wembley, which is just missing the arch. I cautiously walk upstairs to mine and Y/n’s room. I get to the door and try to unlock it and open, the door suddenly opens and I lose grip of the Lego set. Y/n’s eyes widen and she tries to catch the lego set before it hits the floor Y/n catches part of it as it breaks in half and falls to the floor. 

Y/n knocks into me, we fall to the floor with her on top of me. “God dammit Y/n! That took me all day to build. For fuck sake now I gotta redo the whole thing.” I say. I blush darkly as she’s on top of me and get wet as she has a slight bulge. Now her bulge is rubbing/poking and teasing my pussy over my shorts and panties. 

“Shit I’m really sorry Lauren.” Y/n says. 

I sigh. “It’s okay…” I trail off. “It was an accident.” 

We both pause as she’s still on top of me. Our noses touch, Y/n’s eyes flicker to my lips. I bite my lip and look down at her lips. Y/n smiles, she leans in and kisses me deeply. 

I’m shocked at first but start kissing back, I moan in the kiss as her bulge grows and I feel it poke and rub against my clit. I break the kiss and look at Y/n. 

I blush darkly. “Y-You’re really h-hard.” I say. 

Y/n smiles and bites her lip. “Sorry Hemp I was…” Y/n trails off. “I was watching thirst trap videos of you and looking at thirst trap pics of you.” 

I smile and feel myself get even more wet and turned on. “Mm… take me back to our room.” 

I giggle as Y/n gets off me and picks me up and carries me back to our room. Y/n pushes the Lego set to the side with her foot and closes the door and locks it.

*Y/n’s Pov* 

I lay her on the bed and make out with her. I break the kiss, we giggle and quickly take off our clothes as we giggle and stop and kiss each other. We strip our clothes and strip nude and continue making out. 

Lauren breaks the kiss and looks at me. "Can I suck your dick?" Lauren questioned. 

"If that's what you want to do baby I wouldn't stop you." I giggled. 

"Mm I Just want to feel you’re wood in my mouth." She smiled as she shuffled her way between my legs, sorting out her pointy tail for me to hold onto. 

"Are you going to be a good girl and take it all?" I questioned as she spat on my dick. 

"I'll take all of it, be your good girl." She moaned as she began to slowly jerk me off, spitting on my tip as her spit traveled down my length. 

Slowly Lauren lowered herself and began to give me head. Her mouth is so warm around the tip of my dick. 

"Such a good girl." I moaned as I grip her ponytail just like she wanted me too. 

She began to bob her head faster, knowing the effect she had on me, allowing my dick to slide all the way down her throat. Lauren chokes and gags at the sudden feeling. 

"Fuck Lauren, do that again please." I begged, feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head from the sensation. Sweat dripped down my forehead. 

Lauren did as I pleaded, repeating what she did allowing my dick to once again slide all the way down her throat causing her to gag again.

Her spit spluttered everywhere covering my length moving her hand to play with my balls. The way she was playing with my balls began to make them tighten up. Combined with the speed she was bobbing her head, she was pushing me closer and closer to exploding in her mouth. 

"Fuck Lauren, if you keep doing that I'm gonna cum buckets." I moaned as I repositioned my grip on her ponytail guiding her head up and down on my length. I could feel precum leaking out of my dick and into her mouth telling her that I was getting closer to my release. 

She hummed against my dick in response as well as the new taste she was experiencing as she gripped onto my thighs to further up her speed. 

"Uuuhh F-Fuck Lauren S-Slo...." 

Throat pie: 

I couldn't take it anymore. Her mouth was too good, without any warning cum came oozing into her mouth causing her to choke and gag. I kept hold of her head as she took my load, swallowing it all. 

"Good slut. Swallow all of that up." I moaned as I pushed her head slightly down making her take my full length one more time. 

Releasing her head, Lauren took a deep breath to help catch her breath. Her eyes watering, her face was a mess from all her spit and drool. 

"Fuck baby, your face is such a mess." I moaned as I leaned back taking in the view I was partly responsible for. 

"You like my face being a mess?" Lauren smirked. 

"Love it so much, it shows that you're mine." I smiled. 

Lauren smiles and kisses me deeply and lovingly. “I would love to be your girlfriend.” 

I smile, I hold her cheek in my hand and gently rub my thumb across her cheek. “I love you Lauren. I have for a long time.” 

Lauren smiles and blushes. “I love you too Y/n.” 

I smile, Lauren smiles and kisses me again. “Sit on the bed baby.” Lauren orders. 

I smirk, I sit on the bed. I sit on my legs and put my legs together under my ass sitting on them.  Lauren joins me on the bed, she sits on my lap and guides my length inside her. 

We both moan as she takes my length deep inside her. Lauren moans and leans her head back on my shoulder. I moan, I grab her tit with one hand and firmly place my hand on her hip. 

Lauren cutely giggles and moans as I kiss and lick her neck. Lauren moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size. 

Lauren giggles. “This pussy feel good clenched around you baby?” 

I moan and nod. “Mm so tight and warm.” 

Lauren moans and slowly moves back and forth on my cock. I moan and kiss her neck leaving hickys and roughly massage her tits. I moan as Lauren slowly slides back and forth on my cock. 

I squeeze her hip a bit tighter and smash my lips against hers. Lauren breaks the kiss and rests her head Against mine. Lauren moans loudly in pleasure and moves back and forth on my cock faster. 

I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. “Ugh f-fuck.” I moan in pleasure. 

It’s only been 10 minutes and I’m already about to bust. Lauren moans and leans her head back and moves back and forth on my cock even faster. I moan, I reach down and rub her clit. 

Lauren gasps and moans as I do this. “Mm fuck…fuck.” Lauren moans. As she continues to move back and forth on my cock. 

I moan in pleasure, Lauren breathing gets heavier letting me know she was close to cumming. 

“Mm… someone close?” Lauren moans. 

I moan and grip her hip. “Mm fuck, I’m really close.” 

Lauren giggles and moans. “I can feel your balls about to explode.” Lauren moans. “You’re throbbing so much in there.” Lauren moans. 

I moan,  Lauren moans and cums.

*creampie 1* 

I moan loudly in pleasure, I can’t take it anymore and let go. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up her entrance filling her up to the brim. 

“You’re filling me up.” She moans. “So warm inside me.” Lauren moans. 

We both moan as Lauren slowly moves back and forth on my cock helping us ride out our highs collecting the last of my load in her pussy. 

We both moan as my cum leaks and oozes out of her and onto the sheets as she continues to move back and forth on my cock slowly. 

“That’s it, give it all to me.” Lauren moans. 

I moan as the last of my cum unloads in her pussy. Lauren moans, she smiles and kisses me deeply. I smile against her lips and kiss back. We both moan as Lauren slowly gets up. 

My cock falls limp, cum immediately oozes out of her and oozes onto the sheets. I giggle as Lauren moans and rubs her clit admiring the sticky mess I left behind in her pussy. 

I giggle as Lauren stops me from sitting up and pushes me back down. Lauren straddles me. We both moan as Lauren guides my length inside her. 

I moan and place my hands on her ass. Lauren smiled and kissed me, we both moaned in the kiss as Lauren slowly twerked on my dick. 

Lauren breaks the kiss, she rests her head gassing mine. She moans from the friction and twerks a bit faster. 

"Ugh f-fuck." I moan in pleasure. 

Lauren moans and continues to twerk on my dick. I moan and spank and squeeze her ass. Lauren giggles and moans as I do this, Lauren moans and continues to twerk on my dick. 

I bit my lip, I could feel how wet she was as her pussy swallowed me up perfectly. We both moan Lauren goes a bit faster. 

"F-Fuck Lauren." I moan and lay my head on the pillow behind me. 

Lauren and the girls giggle at my comment. "Mm fuck feels so good." Lauren moans. 

I smile and bite my lip as I feel her juices on my dick. Fuck the urge to cum was getting stronger and it's only been 10 minutes. 

Lauren giggles and moans as she feels my cock throbbing and my precum leak inside her and drips down her folds. 

Lauren smiles. "Someone close?" She teases. 

I moan in pleasure. "Ugh I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fill you up Lauren." I moan and squeeze her ass. 

Lauren giggles and moans. Lauren moans in pleasure and twerks in my dick going faster and faster than before. We both moan in pleasure Lauren moans and cums. 

*Creampie 2*

I moan and let go. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up Lauren’s entrance filling her up to the brim. Lauren gasps and moans as I paint her walls white.

Lauren moans and slowly twerks on my dick collecting the last of my cum inside her pussy. 

I bite my lip as some of my cum oozes out of her and drips down my cock. Lauren moans and slowly slides off my cock. Lauren moans as my cum immediately oozes out of her.

Cum drips down her folds and thighs and drips onto my abs, thighs, cock and all over the sheets. I giggle and spank her ass. Lauren giggles and moans as I spank her ass. 

Lauren moans and lays on the bed panting and trying to catch her breath as my cum continues to ooze out of her. I smile and kiss her and play with her hair. Lauren smiles and kisses me, Lauren lays on the bed. 

She bites her lip and cutely smiles. “Come on daddy I need more of that cock.” Lauren says seductively rubbing her clit with her pussy as my cum continues to ooze out of her and drip onto the bed. 

I smile and hover over her and kiss her. My cock rubs against her soaking folds, Lauren moans as my tips rub against her soaking folds. 

"Fuck babe, you're so wet." I say. 

"All for you daddy." Lauren moans.

"Please I need you inside me. I need more of you.” Lauren begs. 

Lauren leans in and kisses me. She lowers her hand and slowly strokes my dick as we make out. I moan in the kiss. Lauren lines my dick up with her pussy and guides me in.

We both moan in the kiss, I break away from the kiss and rest my head against hers. 

Lauren moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size. "Mmm okay you feel huge inside me." Lauren gasps. 

I giggle and smirk. "Tell me when to move baby. I'm gonna pump you full of cum." 

Lauren moans as I say this. "Fuck yes please, pump me full of your cum." 

Lauren takes a moment to adjust. I giggle and kiss her. "M-Move." 

I slowly thrust in and out of Lauren’s tight pussy. Lauren moans in pleasure, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me in closer to her. This causes my dick to go deeper inside her, we both moan.

"Fuck you're really deep in there." Lauren moans. 

I smirk and thrust in and out of her a bit faster. Lauren moans in pleasure as I pick up the pace. I kiss her neck and suck in it leaving hickys as I fuck the day lights out of her. 

"Fuck baby you feel so good clenched around me." I moan in pleasure. 

"Fuck you feel so good stretching me out." Lauren moans. 

I pick up the pace and pound her pussy faster and faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. 

"Fuck.....fuck.....fuck." Lauren squeaks out with each thrust.

I smirk, I gently grab her throat and choke her. This makes Lauren go crazy, I choke her as I thrust in and out of her faster and harder.

"Fuck yes, choke me as you fuck my brains out." Lauren moans out In pleasure. 

I smirk, I choke her as I continue to pound her pussy. "Ugh fuck." I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. 

"Shit, you feel so good inside me." Lauren moans as I continue to fuck her. 

I smirk and go at an angle and hit her g spot. Lauren screams in pleasure as I pound her g spot. 

"Fuck! Fuck yes right there. Holy shit you're gonna make me squirt." Lauren screams in pleasure. 

"Mmm maybe I should just keep doing it then." I moan and kiss her. Lauren moans in the kiss. I pick up the pace, and pound her g spot at an angle. 

Lauren screams in pleasure and squirts all over my dick, abs and thighs. I smirk and continue to fuck her brains out. Lauren’s eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to fuck her. 

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Lauren squeaks out with each thrust. 

I moan and pound her pussy faster and harder. My balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting close. 

"Ahh shit....I'm close." I moan. 

"Yes daddy, cum in me. pump me full of your cum." Lauren moans. 

I continue to pound her faster and faster. Lauren moans as I pin her to the bed as I continue to fuck her. 

"Fuck this feels so good." I moan. 

"So fucking good. Don't stop until you drain your balls in me." Lauren moans. 

Fuck Lauren is so sexy when she's demanding. I didn't know that she was a bottom. I moan as I go faster and harder. 

"Ugh I'm gonna cum. Get ready." I moan. 

*Creampie 3*

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Lauren moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her painting her walls white. 

"Fuck there's so much." Lauren moans. 

I moan and continue to pump her full of cum. I help Lauren ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum oozes out of her and coats her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed. 

I giggle and run my finger up her folds and scoop up whatever cum I can and slip in back inside her pussy Lauren giggles and moans as I do this. 

I smile and we take a moment to catch our breath. Once we catch our breath I get off the bed. I giggle, I grab her and pull her towards me to the edge of the bed. 

Lauren gasps and moans as I rub my cock through her cum filled folds. I slowly slide my dick inside her. We both moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick. "Mmm tell me when to move baby." 

Lauren nods, she takes a moment to adjust to my size. "Mmm fuck your so big." 

I smirk, I lean down and kiss her. Lauren kisses back. 

"M-Move." Lauren moans. 

I rest my head against Lauren’s and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her. 

*Lauren’s pov* 

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moan and rested my head against hers. 

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before. 

I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure. 

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure. 

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet. 

It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum. 

"Mmm, someone close?" Y/n asks seductively. 

"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure. 

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.

I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. 

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan. 

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going. Y/n goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot. 

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out. 

"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure. 

I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss. She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck. 

Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moans and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. 

I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets. 

"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure. 

"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans. 

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperately needed a release. My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot. 

I feel my walls clench around her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure. 

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go. 

Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming.

"Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure. 

I was as I saw pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me. 

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure. 

I giggle. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." 

*Y/n's pov* 

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I was close to cumming. 

"Yes, yes cum in me. I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." Lauren moans in pleasure. 

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure. 

Lauren giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Lauren moans loudly in pleasure. 

*Creampie 4* 

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside Lauren. Lauren moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Lauren moans.

I rest my head against hers as I continue to slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum. I help Lauren ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

I moan and kiss Lauren deeply. Lauren smiles against my lips and kisses back.

“One more?” I asked. 

Lauren giggles and nods. “One more.” 

Lauren lays on the bed, she lays on her back. Lauren props herself up on her elbow and lifts her upper body a bit. Lauren keeps her legs straight but spreads them a bit.

I join Lauren on the bed, I hover over her and slowly slide my cock inside her. We both moan as her pussy swallows me up, I moan and slightly grip the sheets as Lauren’s walls clench around me as she takes me deep inside her. 

I smile, I hover over her out tits touching. I lean in and kiss her neck as I slowly thrust in and out of her. 

“Mm fuck.” Lauren moans as I thrust in and out of her pussy slowly. 

I moan and suck on her neck leaving hickys. “Faster daddy faster.” Lauren moans. 

“Fuck my pussy.” Lauren moans. 

I moan, I hide my face in her neck as I thrust into and out of her faster. “Mm f-fuck, you’re so deep inside me.” Lauren moans. 

“Mm so wet and warm.” I moan in pleasure. 

I moan against her neck and kiss her neck as I thrust into her faster. Lauren screams in pleasure and grips the sheets tightly. 

“Gah fuck, right there.” Lauren moans loudly in pleasure. 

I moan and thrust into her faster and faster. “Oh my god!… please don’t stop.” Lauren cries out in pleasure. 

“Ugh fuck.” I moan. “So fucking good.” I cry out in pleasure as I continue to stretch out her wet warm pussy. I moan my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. 

I moan and go even faster. “Mm f-fuck, yes you’re stretching my pussy so good.” Lauren cutely moans and shudders in pleasure. 

“Fuck baby, your grip is amazing.” I moan. 

“F-Faster… fill me…. up.” Lauren squeaks out with each thrust. 

I moan, I lean down and kiss her. We both moan in the kiss as I thrust into her faster and harder. Lauren breaks the kiss and rests her head against mine. 

“Fuck yes! Right there right there!” Lauren screams in pleasure. 

I moan in pleasure as the urge to cum gets stronger. “L-Lauren baby… I’m gonna cum.” I moan in pleasure. 

“Cum in me daddy.” Lauren moans. 

I moan, I make her look at me. I Gently slap her cheek and gently choke her. Lauren moans and smiles as I spit on her face and in her mouth. 

Lauren moans and swallows my spit. We both moan as I continue to bottom out in her wet pussy. 

“Mm fuck. I don’t think I can last much longer.” I moan. 

Lauren giggles and moans. “Cum in Me. Fill up this pussy, I know you want to.” Lauren moans. “Fill me up…. Plant your seed deep inside me.” Lauren giggles. “Claim my pussy.” Lauren says seductively, moaning in pleasure. 

I moan and kiss her neck. I moan as my balls tighten. Lauren moans and cums all over my cock. 

*creampie 5*

I can’t take it anymore, cum shoots out of my cock and fills up Lauren’s entrance filling her up to the brim. We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her helping us ride out our highs. 

“Mm you’re filling me up.” Lauren moans. “So warm inside me.” 

The last of my cum oozes and spurts

Inside her and paint her walls white. I moan and slowly pull out of her. Cum glazes her folds, Lauren moans as my cum oozes out of her. 

Cum drips down her folds and drips and oozes onto the sheets. I smile and rub her clit. 

“Mm hehe I filled you up so well.” I say. 

Lauren giggles and moans as I rub her clit. Lauren smiles and bites her lip as she watches my cum ooze and drip out of her. 

“Mm fuck.. creampies are the best.” Lauren smiles as she rubs her folds. 

I giggle and kiss her. Lauren smiles against my lips and kisses back.

Lauren and I smile and cuddle for a little bit. We shower and get dressed.

We put on our shirts and underwear. I smile as Lauren sits on my lap as we rebuild her Lego set together. 

[gardenschedule]

Quotes about John Lennon’s sexuality

Link to masterpost of quote compilations

John's (internalized) homophobia: Starting with this topic to provide context & contrast to the rest of this post

At the party the boys’ old friend Bob Wooler, the Cavern emcee, made a crack to John about his holiday. John, who’d had plenty to drink, exploded. He leapt on Bob, and by the time he was dragged off Bob had a black eye and badly bruised ribs. I took John home as fast as I could, and Brian drove Bob to the hospital.

I was appalled that John had lashed out again. I’d thought those days were over. But John was still livid, muttering that Bob had called him a queer.

Cynthia Lennon, John

[Bob Wooler had] insinuated that me and Brian had had an affair in Spain. I was out of me mind with drink. You know, when you get down to the point where you want to drink out of all the empty glasses, that drunk. And he was saying, ‘Come on, John, tell me’ – something like that – ‘Tell me about you and Brian, we all know.’ And obviously I must have been frightened of the fag in me to get so angry. You know, when you’re twenty-one, you want to be a man, and all that. If somebody said it now, I wouldn’t give a shit.

John Lennon, John Lennon: For The Record, Peter McCabe and Robert D Schonfeld

“The Beatles’ first national coverage was me beating up Bob Wooler at Paul’s 21st party because he intimated I was homosexual. I must have had a fear that maybe I was homosexual to attack him like that and it’s very complicated reasoning. But I was very drunk and I hit him and I could have really killed somebody then. And that scared me… That was in the Daily Mirror, it was the back page…”

John Lennon, talking about a (one sided) fight he had with Cavern DJ Bob Wooler at Paul’s 21st birthday party in 1963.

Everyone in Liverpool knew that Epstein was gay, and some kid in the audience screamed, ‘John Lennon’s a fucking queer!’ And John – who never wore his glasses on stage – put his guitar down and went into the crowd, shouting, ‘Who said that?’ So this kid says, ‘I fucking did.’ John went after him and BAM, gave him the Liverpool kiss, sticking the nut on him – twice! And the kid went down in a mass of blood, snot and teeth. Then John got back on the stage. ‘Anybody else?’ he asked. Silence. ‘All right then. “Some Other Guy”.’”

Lemmy Kilmister, White Line Fever: The Biography. (2004)

“Victim in 1961 was one of the first British films to deal properly and thoughtfully with the subject. Dirk Bogarde welcomed the opportunity to play the homosexual barrister, and there were some very tense scenes between him and his wife, Sylvia Syms. In one scene, Dirk Bogarde lifts his garage door at the back of the mews to discover that someone has painted graffiti about him on the wall. The Beatles were sitting together at a Cavern lunchtime session and John Lennon, who was talking to Paul and George, was making biting remarks about Victim, which was on at the Odeon. I knew by then that Brian was what he was, and I thought, ‘Well, I am surprised at John, who is 21 and a young man of the world.’ He was making such nasty, puritanical observations, but I never said anything as they didn’t know that I was listening.”

Bob Wooler, c/o Spencer Leigh, The Best of Fellas: The Story of Bob Wooler. (2002)

If somebody is going to manage me, I want to know them inside out. He told me he was a fag.

 I like “Honky Tonk Woman” but I think Mick’s a joke, with all that fag dancing, I always did

I think its concept is revolutionary, and I hope it’s for workers and not for tarts and fags.

I don’t know about the “history”; the people who are in control and in power, and the class system and the whole bullshit bourgeoisie is exactly the same, except there is a lot of fag middle class kids with long, long hair walking around London in trendy clothes

I don’t dig that junkie fag scene he lives in; I don’t know whether he lives like that or what.

Casual homophobia in Lennon Remembers (Notable for the increase in homophobic language post-primary scream therapy, here is some interesting speculation about how these two things are related)

The violence that had been building inside John Lennon all night came bursting out the moment he left the studio. It struck so fast and unexpectedly that it stunned May Pang. She recalled that John was walking unsteadily toward the parking lot when suddenly he cast a drunken look over his shoulder at Jesse Ed Davis. Running over to him, Lennon gave Jesse Ed a passionate kiss on the mouth. Not to be outdone, Jesse Ed grabbed John and kissed him back. Lennon screamed, “F****t!” — and knocked Jesse flat on his ass.

The Lives of John Lennon by Albert Goldman (May Pang, describing an incident during the recording of Rock 'n' Roll in 1973: p.564)

It turned into a full-on fight. John was incredibly strong! He got me in some kind of a hold behind my back that I could not get out of, like a full nelson. And he started to kiss me on the mouth! He was laughin’ and kissin’ me on the mouth. I was strugglin’ to git away and I couldn’t git away. Then he stuck his tongue in my mouth. God! So I bit him. Bit him on the tongue. That pissed him off. So he grabbed the marble ashtray that we couldn’t break and banged me on the head. Knocked me cold.

The Lives of John Lennon by Albert Goldman (a direct quote from Jesse Ed Davis about a different night: p. 576-577)

Alternatively, he could be openly supportive:

Why make it sad to be gay? Doing your thing is O.K. Our bodies our own So leave us alone Go play with yourself – today.

A poem submitted for Len Richmond and Gary Noguera's Gay Liberation Handbook, on 30 May 1972

John spreading rumours: John (and Yoko) had a propensity for intentionally spreading rumours about his sexuality, with many people claiming that he found it funny. Multiple people refused to believe his own words about his experiences or willingness with men.

John told me he had had a one-night stand with Brian, on a holiday with him in Spain, when Brian had invited him out, a few days after the birth of Julian in 1963, leaving Cyn alone. I mentioned this brief holiday in the book, but not what John had alleged had taken place. Partly, I didn't really believe it, though John was daft enough to try almost anything once. John was certainly not homosexual, and this boast, or lie, would have given the wrong impression. It was also not fair on Cynthia, his then wife.

Hunter Davies, The Beatles: The Authorised Biography (updated edition, 2010)

John himself said he finally allowed Brian to make love to him “to get it out of the way.” Those who knew John well, who had known him for years, don’t believe it for a moment. John was aggressively heterosexual and had never given a hint that he was anything but.

Tony Bramwell, Magical Mystery Tours: My Life With The Beatles, 2014

John roared with laughter at the rumours that began afterwards. Typically, he encouraged the stories that he and Brian were gay lovers because he thought it was funny and John was one of the world’s great wind-up merchants. He told me afterwards in one of our frankest heart-to-hearts that Brian never seriously did proposition him. He had teased Brian about the young men he kept gazing at and the odd ones who had found their way to his room. Brian had joked to John about the women who hurled themselves at him. ‘If he’d asked me, I probably would have done anything he wanted. I was so much in awe of Brian then I’d have tried a night of vice-versa. But he never wanted me like that. Sure, I took the mickey a bit and pretended to lead him on. But we both knew we were joking.

Alistair Taylor, With The Beatles, 2003

Years later, John finally came clean about what had happened: not to anyone who’d been around at the time, but to the unshockable woman with whom he shared the last decade of his life. He said that one night during the trip, Brian had cast aside shyness and scruples and finally come on to him, but that he’d replied, “If you feel like that, go out and find a hustler.” Afterward, he had deliberately fed Pete Shotton the myth of his brief surrender, so that everyone would believe his power over Brian to be absolute.

Philip Norman, John Lennon: The Life, 2008

The next night Elliot [Mintz] took us out with a friend of his, Sal Mineo, and we all went to a gay cabaret/discotheque. John was oblivious to the gay ambience. He was curious about everyone’s sexuality and liked to gossip about who was sleeping with whom, whether they were gay or straight. John made no judgements about homosexuality but was really curious about who was and who wasn’t gay.

He knew that his appearance at a gay club might start rumors about his own sexuality, and it made him laugh. He told me that there had been rumors about him and his first manager, Brian Epstein, and that he usually didn’t deny them. He liked the fact that people could be titillated by having suspicions about his masculinity. Then I was the one who was laughing. “How could anyone believe a man who likes women as much as you do is gay?” I told him.

May Pang’s Loving John (1983).

Q. Have you ever fucked a guy?

A. Not yet, I thought I’d save it til I was 40, life begins at 40 you know, tho I never noticed it.

Q. It is trendy to be bisexual and you’re usually ‘keeping up with the Jones’, haven’t you ever… there was talk about you and PAUL…

A. Oh, I thought it was about me and Brian Epstein… anyway, I’m saving all the juice for my own version of THE REAL FAB FOUR BEATLES STORY etc.. etc..

John Lennon self interview for Andy Warhol’s Interview Magazine (November 1974).

John: Yes, all your best friends let you know what's going on. I was trying to put it 'round that I was gay, you know-- I thought that would throw them off... dancing at all the gay clubs in Los Angeles, flirting with the boys... but it never got off the ground.

Q: I think I've only heard that lately about Paul.

John: Oh, I've had him, he's no good. [Laughter]

John Lennon, interviewed by Lisa Robinson for Hit Parader: A conversation with John Lennon (December 1975).

“It’s great,” Ono laughs. “I mean, both John and I thought it was good that people think we were bisexual, or homosexual.” She laughs again.

“Uh, well, the story I was told was a very explicit story, and from that I think they didn’t have it [sex],” Ono tells me. “But they went to Spain, and when they came back, tons of reporters were asking, ‘Did you do it, did you do it?’ So he said, ‘I did it.’ Isn’t that amazing? But of course he would say that. I’m sure Brian Epstein made a move, yeah.”

And Lennon said no to Epstein?

“He just didn’t want to do it, I think.”

Yoko Ono: I Still Fear John’s Killer by Tim Teeman for the Daily Beast (13 October 2015).

Over dinner the Wenners learned the secrets of the Beatles kingdom from Ono, who would often suggest to Wenner that John Lennon was gay. “She’s always hinted that there was some gay component to John,” said Wenner, “but in a vague or generalized way, like, ‘Isn’t everybody gay?’ Or, ‘I always told John he was gay.’ ” (She also told McCartney this theory after Lennon died, which he didn’t believe.)”

Joe Hagan, Sticky Fingers: The Life and Times of Jann Wenner & Rolling Stone Magazine. (2017)

On the other hand, he supposedly hated the rumours:

Claims have been made since that Brian and John had a gay relationship. Nothing could be further from the truth. John was a hundred per cent heterosexual and, like most lads at that time, horrified by the idea of homosexuality.

It was a holiday John came to regret because it sparked off a string of rumours about his relationship with Brian. He had to put up with sly digs, winks and innuendo that he was secretly gay. It infuriated him: all he'd wanted was a break with a friend, but it was turned into so much more.

Cynthia Lennon, John, 2005

And I just went on holiday. I watched Brian picking up the boys. I like playing a bit faggy, all that. It was enjoyable, but there were big rumours in Liverpool, it was terrible. Very embarrassing. Rumors about you and Brian? Oh, fuck knows—yes, yes. I was pretty close to Brian because if somebody's going to manage me, I want to know them inside out.

John Lennon, Jann S. Wenner, Lennon Remembers, 1970

Unfortunately, certain Liverpool acquaintances (who had no way of knowing that there was a kernel of truth to their allegations) wouldn't let John hear the end of it. All in good fun, no doubt, but John was still too enamored of his macho self-image to take lightly any inference that he was anything less than 100 percent heterosexual.

The Beatles, Lennon, and me - Pete Shotton

John's comments about his sexuality:

It’s just handy to fuck your best friend. That’s what it is. And once I resolved the fact that it was a woman as well, it’s all right. We go through the trauma of life and death every day so it’s not so much of a worry about what sex we are anymore.

John Lennon, interview w/ Jonathan Cott for Rolling Stone: Yoko Ono and her sixteen-track voice. (March 18th, 1971)

I just realized that [Yoko] knew everything I knew, and more, probably, and it was coming out of a woman’s head. It just sort of bowled me over, you know? And it was like finding gold or something. To find somebody that you can go and get pissed with, and have exactly the same relationship as any mate in Liverpool you’d ever had, but also you could go to bed with him, and it could stroke your head when you felt tired, or sick, or depressed. It could also be Mother. And obviously, that’s what the male-female – you know, you could take those roles with each other.

John Lennon, interview w/ Peter McCabe and Robert D. Schonfeld c/o Peter McCabe and Robert D. Schonfeld, John Lennon: For The Record. (September 5th, 1971)

It’s a plus, it’s not a minus. The plus is that your best friend, also, can hold you without… I mean, I’m not a homosexual, or we could have had a homosexual relationship and maybe that would have satisfied it, with working with other male artists. [faltering] An artist – it’s more – it’s much better to be working with another artist of the same energy, and that’s why there’s always been Beatles or Marx Brothers or men, together. Because it’s alright for them to work together or whatever it is. It’s the same except that we sleep together, you know? I mean, not counting love and all the things on the side, just as a working relationship with her, it has all the benefits of working with another male artist and all the joint inspiration, and then we can hold hands too, right?

John Lennon, interview w/ Sandra Shevey. (Mid-June?, 1972)

I was on holiday with Brian Epstein in Spain, where the rumours went around that he and I were having a love affair. Well, it was almost a love affair, but not quite. It was never consummated. But it was a pretty intense relationship. It was my first experience with a homosexual that I was conscious was homosexual. He had admitted it to me. We had this holiday together because Cyn was pregnant, and I went to Spain and there were lots of funny stories. We used to sit in a cafe in Torremolinos looking at all the boys and I’d say, ‘Do you like that one, do you like this one?’ I was rather enjoying the experience, thinking like a writer all the time: I am experiencing this, you know.

John Lennon, Rolling Stone, 1980

I was thinking, if only I could get out of Liverpool, be famous and rich, that would be great. I’ve always wanted to be a famous artist, you know? Possibly I’d have to marry a very rich old lady… or man, you know… to… to look after me while I did my art. But then Rock & Roll came and I thought ‘Ah, this is the one’, so I didn’t have to marry anybody or live with them, you know?

John Lennon interview

There was even some discussion, albeit not very serious, of whether he should stick to his own gender. “John said ‘It would hurt you like crazy if I made it with a girl. With a guy, maybe you wouldn’t be hurt, because that’s not competition. But I can’t make it with a guy because I love women too much, and I’d have to fall in love with the guy and I don’t think I can.’”

John Lennon: The Life

I look at early pictures of meself, and I was torn between being Marlon Brando and being the sensitive poet – the Oscar Wilde part of me with the velvet, feminine side. I was always torn between the two, mainly opting for the macho side, because if you showed the other side, you were dead.

John Lennon, December 5th, 1980

“John believed in my work as an artist wasn’t accepted in part because I am a woman. He got angry when people said about me, “She’s not a woman, she’s a female impersonator.” John said to me, “If I had been gay and gotten together with a guy who was talented like you, after ten years that guy would have become famous as an artist in his own right. Maybe we should come out and say, ‘Actually, Yoko is a guy.’ Maybe that will do it!”

Yoko Ono, interview w/ Jon Wiener, c/o Jon Wiener, Come Together: John Lennon In His Time. (1984)

In this intense, intimate and revealing original cassette recording of a private conversation in 1969 between John Lennon and Yoko Ono, the couple speaks primarily about Yoko’s past relationships, her music and art, and their random views on sex, love, promiscuity, and homosexuality. […] [Lennon] adds that he had never met an attractive woman that had sexually aroused him to any great degree.

Description of the 45-minute audiotape auctioned in 2009 by Alexander Autographs.

Yoko's comments about his sexuality:

“Well, that’s another thing. John and I had a big talk about it, saying, basically, all of us must be bisexual. And we were sort of in a situation of thinking that we’re not [bisexual] because of society. So we are hiding the other side of ourselves, which is less acceptable. But I don’t have a strong sexual desire towards another woman.”

Did Lennon have sex with other men?

“I think he had a desire to, but I think he was too inhibited,” says Ono.

“No, not inhibited. He said, ‘I don’t mind if there’s an incredibly attractive guy.’ It’s very difficult: They would have to be not just physically attractive, but mentally very advanced too. And you can’t find people like that.”

So did Lennon ever have sex with men?

“No, I don’t think so,” says Ono. “The beginning of the year he was killed, he said to me, ‘I could have done it, but I can’t because I just never found somebody that was that attractive.’ Both John and I were into attractiveness—you know—beauty.”

Yoko Ono: I Still Fear John’s Killer by Tim Teeman for the Daily Beast (13 October 2015).

"As mild and oblique as the comment was [Paul's "You took your lucky break and broke it in two" line from "Too Many People"], it seemed to cut John to the heart. On top of the questionnaire inside theMcCartney album and the lawsuit, it was like the tipping point between a divorcing couple that turns love into savage, no-holds-barred hostility. Indeed, John's wounded anger was more that of an ex-spouse than ex-colleague, reinforcing a suspicion already in Yoko's mind that his feelings for Paul had been far more intense than the world at large ever guessed. From chance remarks he had made, she gathered there had even been a moment where - on the principle that bohemians should try everything - he had contemplated an affair with Paul, but had been deterred by Paul's immovable heterosexuality. Nor, apparently, was Yoko the only one to have picked up on this. Around Apple, in her hearing, Paul would sometimes be called John's princess. She had also once heard a rehearsal tape with John's voice calling out "Paul ... Paul ... " in a strangely subservient, pleading way. "I knew there was something going on there," she remembers. "From his point of view, not from Paul's. And he was so angry at Paul, I couldn't help wondering what it was really about.""

Philip Norman, John Lennon: The Life, 2008

I’m sure that if he had been a woman or something, he would have been a great threat, because there’s something definitely very strong with me, John, and Paul.

Yoko Ono, Revolution Tape, June 4th 1968

Friends & acquaintances comments on his sexuality:

I realised I was probably bisexual; there was nothing to be ashamed of in this – John Lennon had reputedly spoken to mutual friends of his own experiments.

Who I Am: A Memoir, Pete Townshend 2012

PAUL: There were lots of people asking cheeky questions, and they were always saying, “Well, why–have you ever tried homosexuality, John?” You know, they always used to ask all that kind of stuff. I remember John saying to them, “No, I’ve never met a fella I fancy enough.” And that was his kind of opinion. You know, “I may go–I may be gay one day, if some fella really turns me on.” He was–he was that open about it. But as far as I was concerned, I slept in a million hotel rooms–as we all did–slept in a million places with John, and there was never any hint of it.

December 24th, 1983: interview with DJ Roger Scott

“And you, Icke?” asked Paul. “Who’s your favourite author?” “Henry Miller. I think he’s very good,” I said. In that moment John suddenly looked over at me. Until then he had been watching Bettina, the bar lady, rinsing glasses and tidying up the bar, with his typical somewhat blasé expression. Our discussion hadn’t seemed to interest him much. Now he was looking directly into my eyes. Quietly and without taking his eyes off me, he walked around the whole counter over to me, planted a kiss on my mouth and went back to his spot. At first, I was quite surprised and didn’t know what to do about it, then I found it rather funny and thought little of it. A few days later, it happened again. I happened upon* him in the hallway behind the stage and again he took my hand and kissed me. At some point the thought occurred to me, “man, he thinks I’m gay, but I can’t help him with that.” What was really going on, I don’t know. Maybe he meant the kisses as overtures; he was even treated as a closet case by homosexuals.

Hans-Walther (Icke) Braun (a friend of the Beatles in Hamburg)

"What happened," John explained, "is that Eppy just kept on and on at me. Until one night I finally just pulled me trousers down and said to him: 'Oh, for Christ's sake, Brian, just stick it up me fucking arse then.' "And he said to me, 'Actually, John, I don't do that kind of thing. That's not what I like to do.' "'Well,' I said, 'what is it you want to do, then?' "And he said, 'I'd really just like to touch you, John.' "And so I let him toss me off." And that was that. End of story. "That's all, John?" I said. "Well, so what? What's the big fucking deal, then?" "Yeah, so fucking what! The poor bastard. He's having a fucking hard enough time anyway." This was in reference to the "butch" dockers who, on several recent occasions, had rewarded Brian's advances by beating him to a bloody pulp. "So what harm did it do, then, Pete, for fuck's sake?" John asked rhetorically. "No harm at all. The poor fucking bastard, he can't help the way he is." "No need to get so worked up," I said. "You know I don't give a shit. What's a fucking wank between friends anyway?"

Pete Shotton, Nicholas Schaffner, John Lennon: In My Life, 1983

I think he was trying to find himself a… what he’d call a soulmate. Someone who had as mad ideas as he had. I think he felt that she had the talent… but that’s debatable. But he needed that— he didn’t need a ‘mumsie’ partner at that point. He needed a mate. And I think he actually said, at some stage, in an interview that, you know— She’s the nearest thing to a man — a mate; man — that he’s ever had in a woman.

Cynthia Lennon, interviewed by Alex Belfield for BBC Radio (2006).

Paul wrote to me from the Star Club in Hamburg once, a great letter, it even had doodles on the front of it, but it was stolen. He said that in one of the clubs one night John Lennon ended up with a stunning, exotic-looking woman—only to discover on closer inspection that she was a he, which all the other Beatles found hilarious.

Sue Johnston (actress), The Mirror. (August 23rd, 2011)

Though raised amid the same homophobia as his companions, John seemed totally unshocked by St Pauli’s abundant drag scene; indeed, he often seemed actively to seek it out. ‘There was one particular club he used to like,’ Tony Sheridan remembers, ‘full of these big guys with hairy hands, deep voices—and breasts. But they used to make an effort to talk English. There was something about the place that seemed to make John feel at home.’

In John Lennon: The Life by Philip Norman (2008).

“We’d read all these things about leather and we didn’t have any leather but I had my oilskins and we had some polythene bags from somewhere. We all dressed up in them and wore them in bed. John stayed the night with us in the same bed. I don’t think anything very exciting happened and we all wondered what the fun was in being ‘kinky’. It was probably more my idea than John’s.”

Royston Ellis

In the same book Pauline speculates, sensationally, that John and her brother had a homosexual relationship. ‘I have known in my heart for many years that Stuart and John had a sexual relationship,’ she writes, though she fails to provide any firm evidence. Pauline wonders whether this ‘relationship’ was the real cause of the antagonism between Paul and Stu.

Fab, An Intimate Life of Paul McCartney

Journalist & author comments on his sexuality:

“No, he wasn’t sexually attracted to Paul. Paul was very very pretty, but he actually wasn’t someone who made gay men fancy him. John was much more likely to make a gay man like Brian Epstein because John seemed so straight, there was nothing sort of girly about John at all. But John wanted to be, in his mind, a real artist, that is someone who painted and did sculpture. And he thought that a real artist or he called it a bohemian, should be open to all experiences. He should perhaps have a homosexual experience. Who was around? Paul was around. They used to share beds you know, in these cheap hotels when they would go around with the Beatles. There was never any question of Paul ever reciprocating such a thing, it was merely a thought that according to Yoko had flitted across John’s mind. Now John could use sexuality, I mean he did somewhat play on the fact that Brian Epstein, the Beatles manager, was in love with him you know, but it was just a game really with John.”

Philip Norman interview

"Yet even [John's resentment over Paul announcing the breakup first] does not explain his later remark to Yoko that no one had ever hurt him the way Paul hurt him. It almost suggests that, deep beneath the schoolboy friendship and the complementary musical brilliance, lay some streak of homosexual adoration that John himself never realised. He might have longed to get away from Paul, but he could never quite get over him."

Philip Norman, Shout!, 1981

And any mention of Paul brought a wintry bleakness to her face. 'John always used to say,' [Yoko] told me at one point, 'that no one ever hurt him the way Paul hurt him.' The words suggested a far deeper emotional attachment between the two than the world had ever suspected---they were like those of a spurned lover---and I naturally included them in my account of my visit for the Sunday Times. After it appeared, I returned to my London flat one evening to be told by my then girlfriend, ‘Paul, phoned you.’ She said he wanted to know what Yoko had meant and that he’d seemed upset rather than angry.

Paul McCartney: The Life - Philip Norman.

“If you had a choice, Eppy,” John said, “if you could press a button and be hetero, would you do it?” Brian thought for a moment. “Strangely, no,” he said. A little later a peculiar game developed. John would point out some passing man to Brian, and Brian would explain to him what it was about the fellow that he found attractive or unattractive. “I was rather enjoying the experience,” John said, “thinking like a writer all the time: I am experiencing this.” And still later, back in their hotel suite, drunk and sleepy from the sweet Spanish wine, Brian and John undressed in silence. “It’s okay, Eppy,” John said, and lay down on his bed. Brian would have liked to have hugged him, but he was afraid. Instead, John lay there, tentative and still, and Brian fulfilled the fantasies he was so sure would bring him contentment, only to awake the next morning as hollow as before.

Peter Brown, The Love You Make, 1983

“[John and Janov] talked…about Brian Epstein…‘He knew Brian had adored him, and there was a lot of guilt there about the way he'd depended on Brian yet mistreated him,’ Janov recalls. They talked about John's notorious Spanish holiday with Brian in 1963 and the (to John) insignificant physical encounter that had resulted. The more Janov heard about Brian, the more he longed to have had him as a patient. ‘God, that was a tragic story. There was someone who needed therapy even more than John did.’”

Phillip Normans book, John Lennon: The Life.

Whilst the Beatles had always been marketed as a heterosexual group - in contrast with the Stones, whose image was androgynous - they were sympathetic to the homosexual population. Lennon himself was alleged to have had affairs with both men and women, and although he never openly admitted it to me, his condemnation of Britain as a land which feeds on a homosexual subsculture persuades me at this late stage that he was speaking from experience. I am sure that the break-up of the Beatles, or, more specifically, of John and Paul, must have been more traumatic than any of us suspect.

Sandra Shevey, The Other Side of Lennon

‘OK: John Reid said that when we were in Boston with Elton and John in 1974, he couldn’t resist asking John whether the rumours about him and Epstein were true. This was in response to John having said to John Reid, “You’re the most intimidating man I’ve met since Brian Epstein.” And so John Reid, never knowingly one to miss an opportunity, said, “Did you ever have sex with Brian?” And John said, “Twice. Once to see what it was like, and once to make sure I didn’t like it.” ‘All these years, by the way, I have not wanted to be the guy who declared, “John Lennon and Brian Epstein had sex.” You can appreciate how I feel about this. Do we want the historical record to be accurate, or does John have a right to privacy? And would it upset Cynthia [by now deceased], or Julian? I don’t mind about Yoko, she’d probably think it was a great idea. Bisexuality, wooh.’ ‘Simon Napier-Bell said that both Epstein and John told him they did it in Spain,’ I said. ‘Ah, I’m not the only one. Good,’ replied Paul.

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But then there were John’s liaisons with David Bowie, which David himself told me about. According to him, it happened on several occasions. He didn’t go into detail, nor did I press him, but he was perfectly open about it. About Mick Jagger, too, I told Paul. ‘Huh. I feel sort of left out,’ said Paul.

Paul Gambaccini, Lesley-Ann Jones - The Search for John Lennon

"That Bowie worshipped Lennon was no secret…They'd met in Los Angeles, [Bowie] told me, during John's Lost Weekend…The crazy pair went out to play, according to David, when John was on yet another break from May [Pang] and far away from Yoko. They gender bendered about, John indulging again that 'inner fag' of his… They later 'hooked up': 'There was a whore in the middle, and it wasn't either of us,' David smirked. 'At some point in the proceedings, she left. I think it was a she. Not that we minded.' By the time they made it back to New York, the ambisextrous pair were 'lifelong friends!"

Lesley-Ann Jones - The Search for John Lennon

Marriage, Divorce & replacing Paul with Yoko:

"I used my resentment and withdrawing from Paul and the Beatles and the relationship with Paul to write 'How Do You Sleep?'

John (Source: Bill Harry, The John Lennon Encyclopedia, 2001)

JOHN: In a marriage, or a love affair – when the seven-year-itch or the twelve-year (note: there is no such thing as the twelve year itch but guess how long J&P were together) or whatever these things that you have to go through – there comes a point where the marriage collapses because they can’t face that reality, and they go seeking what they thought they should be having, still, somewhere else. I get a new girl, it’ll all be like that again; I get a new boy… But for all marriages, all couples, it’ll all be the same again. But what you lose is what you put into that… relationship.

September, 1980

There seem to be certain cycles that relationships go through. And the critical points are at different parts of the different cycles, different points on the – if there’s a straight line, there are different points, you know? And the bit, the new way of talking is like, “Well, why have a relationship? We can just stop and get another one.” But the karmic joke about that is, that any new relationship, presuming you’re lucky enough to find a new relationship anywhere near the relationship that you’re giving up – or exchanging, or walking away from, or have destroyed by inattention or inadvertent or selfishness or whatever it is – that you have to go through the same thing again anyway. You reach the same point.

John Lennon, interview w/ David Sheff for Playboy. (September, 1980)

"I'd like to thank Elton and the boys for having me on tonight. We tried to think of a number to finish off with so I can get out of here and be sick, and we thought we'd do a number of an old estranged fiancé of mine called Paul."

John, introducing "I Saw Her Standing There" at the Thanksgiving show at Madison Square Garden in 1974

You know, John loved Paul. No doubt about it. I remember once he said to me, “I’m the only person who’s allowed to say things like that about Paul. I don’t like it when other people do.” He didn’t like if other people said nasty things about Paul. And he always referred to Paul as his estranged fiancé and things like that, like he did on that [live] record ‘I Saw Her Standing There’ with Elton in Madison Square Garden.

1990: Former Beatles publicist Tony King

TRYNKA: When The Beatles split, did you feel relief? YOKO: No. I always thought, “John won’t be doing this thing with The Beatles and eventually I can do my work too.” That was my plan. But suddenly he’s saying, “I burned my bridge with them, so now it’s you, okay?” I thought, “My God, he was getting the thrill of working with three very strong individuals, and now I have to take all that brunt.” He did put it that way; he was “riding on the boat called Paul, and now I’m going to ride on a boat called Yoko.”

Yoko Ono, interview w/ Paul Trynka for MOJO. (May, 2003)

“. . . I mean, I think really what it was, really all that happened was that John fell in love. With Yoko. And so, with such a powerful alliance like that, it was difficult for him to still be seeing me. It was as if I was another girlfriend, almost. Our relationship was a strong relationship. And if he was to start a new relationship, he had to put this other one away. And I understood that. I mean, I couldn’t stand in the way of someone who’d fallen in love. You can’t say, “Who’s this?” You can’t really do that. If I was a girl, maybe I could go out and… But you know I mean in this case I just sort of said, right – I mean, I didn’t say anything, but I could see that was the way it was going to go, and that Yoko would be very sort of powerful for him. So um, we all had to get out the way.”

Paul McCartney, interview with German tv program Exclusiv, April 1985.

BARROW: She was a very strong influence on John, and may well have been telling him that he could do best on his own, but I still think that on the back of John’s mind would be this sort of fascination with wanting to get back with the first girlfriend, if you’d like [laughs], and it was to get back with Paul that he had so much history with.

Tony Barrow, The Beatles’ press officer

"[Paul] said it was written about Julian. He knew I was splitting with Cyn and leaving Julian then. He was driving to see Julian to say hello. He had been like an uncle. And he came up with 'Hey Jude.' But I always heard it as a song to me. Now I'm sounding like one of those fans reading things into it...Think about it: Yoko had just come into the picture. He is saying 'Hey, Jude' - 'Hey, John.' Subconsciously, he was saying, 'Go ahead, leave me.' On a conscious level, he didn't want me to go ahead. The angel in him was saying 'Bless you.' The Devil in him didn't like it at all, because he didn't want to lose his partner."

John (Source: Playboy, 1980)

SALEWICZ: Well, I always found it interesting the fact that he got – I mean, it seemed too much like coincidence to me, the fact that he got married a week or month after you. You know what I mean? PAUL: Yeah. I think we spurred each other into marriage. I mean, you know. They were very strong together, which left me out of the picture. So I got together with Linda and then we got strong with our own kind of thing. And I used to listen to a lot of what they said. I remember him saying to me, “You’ve got to work at marriage,” which is something I still remember as a bit of advice. I still remember that. Um… And then yeah, I think they were a little bit peeved that we got married first. Probably. In a little way, you know, just minor jealousies. And so they got married. I don’t know if that’s – I mean, who knows… [inaudible] making it up, anyway.

September, 1986 (MPL Communications, London): journalist Chris Salewicz

“If you look at interviews and stuff with John, from around about that time he was in Imagine [documentary] he kind of admits that he’s having problems with himself. So, well, the first thing you do when you’re having problems with yourself is you bitch about someone else. And the closest person was me…He had a real go at me. I personally think it was ‘cause he was trying to clear the decks for Yoko. He’s got a new love, he’s trying to say to her, “Look, baby, I love you. I hate those guys.”

Paul McCartney

"The line [the walrus was Paul] was put in partly because I was feeling guilty because I was with Yoko and I was leaving Paul. It's a very perverse way of saying to Paul: 'here, have this crumb, this illusion, this stroke - because I'm leaving.'" -John

Playboy, 1980

JOHN: And throwing in the line “the Walrus was Paul” just to confuse everybody a bit more. And because I felt slightly guilty because I’d got Yoko, and he’d got nothing, and I was gonna quit. [laughs; bleak] And so I thought ‘Walrus’ has now become [in] meaning, “I am the one.” It didn’t mean that in the song, originally. It just meant I’m the – it could have been I’m the – “I’m The Fox Terrier,” you know. I mean, it’s just a bit of poetry.

August, 1980: John talks to Playboy writer David Sheff about ‘Glass Onion’.

"I started thinking, 'Well, if that's the case [not getting back together], I had better get myself together. I just can't let John control the situation and dump us as if we're the jilted girlfriends.'"

The Beatles, Anthology, 1995

“After we’d done the One To One concert film,” recalled Steve Gebhardt, “I remember John saying to me that the days of everything being Johnandyoko – one word – were over. I was shocked.” Ono completed her record, Approximately Infinite Universe, which was greeted more positively than her previous releases. Lennon did his best to publicise it, writing a personal note to the Capitol Records boss asking him to throw the company’s weight behind it. But in mid-January 1973 Lennon and Ono quarrelled publicly at another party. “I wish I was back with Paul,” Lennon reportedly said.

Peter Doggett, You Never Give Me Your Money: The Battle for the Soul of The Beatles. (2009)

YOKO: I think that it’s like [John] was married to Paul, and now he was married to me… So it was a situation that he didn’t feel like he wanted to go back, really. John had a lot of respect for Paul, and of course, love. But I would think that if the truth may be told, the love was lost on both ways. There were times that Paul did say a lot of strange things about John, so that I know that it wasn’t like Paul loved John but John didn’t love Paul, or John actually loved Paul but Paul didn’t. I mean, it was like a very healthy situation where they outgrew each other’s company. And only until John became what he is now – which is after John’s death that people started to revere John – it became an issue for Paul. Because you have to understand that table was turned many times. One, when John made the Jesus Christ remark, and Paul became virtually a leader. And John turned the table on Paul by becoming a partner with me, probably. But then the thing is, the table was turned again by Paul becoming extremely successful with Wings. So he was doing alright, while John did Some Time in New York City with me, and then followed that with Mind Games or something, you know. 1990: Yoko

“They loved each other more than most couples do, and when they split it was more wrenching than most divorces”

Beatles publicist Tony Barrow on Lennon and McCartney

““I’m sure that in the case of Paul there’s that feeling that I’m the woman who took away his partner – it’s like a divorce.””

Yoko Ono (You Never Give Me Your Money, Peter Doggett)

“On March 12, Paul married Linda Eastman at Marylebone Register Office in London, amid scenes of hysterical grief from his female fans. None of the other Beatles was present. The news reached John as he and Yoko were driving down to visit Aunt Mimi in Poole. Yoko’s divorce decree had become final a few weeks earlier, and, in a resurgence of Beatle copycat, John told her they, too, must get married as soon as possible”

Philip Norman, John Lennon: The life

“Then also we were like married, so you got the bitterness. It’s not a woman scorned this time, it’s two men scorned — probably even worse. And I had to make way for Yoko. My relationship with John could not have remained as it was and Yoko feel secure.”

Paul McCartney, Interview by Duncan Fallowell in the Chicago Tribune, October 14th, 1984

Knowing John so well, I believe that the only reason he picked Yoko was [he wanted] a negative reaction. I mean, it was purely a negative reaction because he couldn’t take any more girls in the world, actually. I mean, he knew that he could have any girl. And the girls, that were nice-looking—he couldn’t stand them. I mean, from morning to night, there were girls not boys—actually, running after them. We used to go to his house and think that we are in peace. Suddenly a girl with a broken leg is jumping over John’s fence to, to get an autograph. It was a pain in the neck. John wanted to be with a woman. But he needed as well very, very much a friend. He needed a male friend. And my opinion is that Yoko, he managed somehow to combine both. He had a fear for pretty women running after him. Yoko was not very pretty, uh, at all, and he replaced a male in his life plus a female.

Magic Alex, All You Need Is Love – Peter Brown & Steven Gaines

Jealousy regarding Paul Mccartney: I wouldn't consider any of this especially convincing on it's own, however John's consistent dislike for and rudeness towards Paul's partners is notable

I was a very possessive and jealous guy, and the lyrics explain that pretty clearly. Not just jealous towards Yoko, but towards everything, male and female – incredibly possessive.

1970 (audio snippet approx 2:06)

In an entry noting McCartney’s marriage to Linda Eastman, Lennon crossed out “wedding” and wrote “funeral”, the Observer said.

Associated Press: Lennon’s resentment of McCartney reflected in book notes. (July 20th, 1986)

Q: I saw that thing in The Observer the other week, about the manuscript of the Apple Beatles biography and the vitriolic comments John made in the margins. I think that shows the sort of pain he was going through. Look, he was a great guy, great sense of humour and I’d do it all again. I’d go through it all again, and have him slagging me off again just because he was so great; those are all the down moments, there was much more pleasure than has really come out. I had a wonderful time, with one of the world’s most talented people. We had all that craziness, but if someone took one of your wedding photos and put ‘funeral’ on it, as he did on that manuscript, you’d tend to feel a bit sorry for the guy. I’ll tell you what, if I’d ever done that to him, he would’ve just hit the roof. But I just sat through it all like mild-mannered Clark Kent Q: When did you actually get a perspective on it? I still haven’t. It’s still inside me. John was lucky. He got all his hurt out. I’m a different sort of a personality. There’s still a lot inside me that’s trying to work it out. And that’s why it’s good to see that wedding-funeral bit, because I started to think, ‘Wait a minute, this is someone who’s going over the top. This is paranoia manifesting itself.’ And so my feeling is just like it was at the time, which is like, He’s my buddy, I don’t really want to do anything to hurt him, or his memory, or anything. I don’t want to hurt Yoko. But, at the same time, it doesn’t mean that I understand what went down.

Paul McCartney: An Innocent Man? (October, 1986)

Q: "But for a while you didn't get along with Linda." JOHN: "We all got along well with Linda." Q: "When did you first meet her?" JOHN: "The first time was after that Apple press conference in America. We were going back to the airport and she was in the car with us. I didn't think she was particularly attractive. A bit too tweedy, you know. But she sat in the car and took photographs and that was it. And the next minute she's married him."

John Lennon Interview: St. Regis Hotel, New York City 9/5/1971

One night John came in and some chick was in bed with Paul and he cut all her clothes up with a pair of scissors, and was stabbing the wardrobe. Everybody was lying in bed thinking, ‘Oh fuck, I hope he doesn’t kill me.’ [He was] a frothing mad person—he knew how to have ‘fun.’

George Harrison, c/o Derek Taylor, Fifty Years Adrift. (1984)

"One time Paul had a chick in bed and John came in and got a pair of scissors and cut all her clothes into pieces and then wrecked the wardrobe. He got like that occasionally, it was because of the pills and being up too long."

George Harrison (Source: The Beatles, Anthology, 1995)

"I remember I had a girlfriend called Celia. I must have been 16 or 17, about the same age as her...we went out one evening and for some reason John tagged along, I can't remember why it was. I think he'd thought I was going to see him, I thought I'd cancelled it and he showed up at my house. But he was a mate, and he came on a date with this Celia girl, and at the end of the date she said, 'Why did you bring that dreadful guy?' And of course I said, 'Well, he's all right really.' And I think, in many ways, I always found myself doing that. It was always, 'Well, I know he was rude; it was funny, though, wasn't it?'"

Paul, Barry Miles, Many Years From Now, 1997

I came for dinner, and I was the only girl there. John definitely didn't like that. He didn't like me being there at ALL. He was mean and sarcastic. As far as he was concerned, I had no business being invited to dinner with the four of them. For him this was an exclusive boys' club. He was purposely making me feel uneasy. At one point, the boys were handing around a scrapbook -- looking at pictures of that first tour. John made some snide comment like, "What is SHE doing here?" I got the idea that he thought Paul was an idiot to take a girl so seriously he'd actually invite her to dinner, when all he really needed to do was fuck her AFTER dinner.

Peggy Lipton, Breathing Out, 2005

Whether it was her cool confidence or her posh accent, something about Jane goaded John to direct his caustic eyes in her direction. “Well. Let’s all play a question-and-answer-game!” He announced a bit too cheerily. Then he turned to Jane. “So tell us, luv, how do girls play with themselves?” Silence. Jane’s eyes widened. Paul, sitting close to her on the floor, put his hand in the air, as if he could wave John’s words back into his mouth. “John! John!” he yelped. “Stop it. You can’t do that.” John just smiled, peering intently through his glasses. “No, you can tell us. Come on. We all want to know, come on.” Paul, looking aghast, shook his head vehemently. “John. For christsakes, John.”

Peter Ames Carlin, Paul McCartney: A Life

JOHN: So it was always the family thing, you see. If Jane [Asher] was to have a career, then that’s not going to be a cozy family, is it? All the other girls were just groupies mainly. And with Linda not only did he have a ready-made family, but she knows what he wants, obviously, and has given it to him. The complete family life. He’s in Scotland. He told me he doesn’t like English cities anymore. So that’s how it is. MCCABE: So you think with Linda he’s found what he wanted? JOHN: I guess so. I guess so. I just don’t understand… I never knew what he wanted in a woman because I never knew what I wanted. I knew I wanted something intelligent or something arty, whatever it was. But you don’t really know what you want until you find it. So anyway, I was very surprised with Linda. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d married Jane Asher, because it had been going on for a long time and they went through a whole ordinary love scene. But with Linda it was just like, boom! She was in and that was the end of it.

John Lennon, interview w/ Peter McCabe and Robert Schonfeld. (September, 1971)

Random cute things: flirting etc

I remember we were going down to the studio [...] and there was a great crowd pressing against the car. John was sitting in the back and he said, “Push Paul out first. He’s the prettiest.”

Victor Spinetti, in the documentary You Can’t Do That! The Making of ‘A Hard Day’s Night’ (1995).

We were away. The boys had relaxed. As we walked off to do the next scene, I heard them joshing each other, like schoolboys on the way to class. 'Are those jeans tight, Paul?' That was John. 'What do you mean tight?' 'I can see your suspender belt through 'em and your stockings. You've got ladders in them.'

Up Front: His Strictly Confidential Autobiography by Victor Spinetti

“I could even hear what they were saying off-mike; ‘Oh Paul, you’re so cute tonight.’ was met with the reply ‘Sod off, Lennon.’”

Joan Baez on accompanying the Beatles to their concert in Red Rocks Amphitheatre, Denver. 26 August 1964

To Lennon, [Paul] was "cute, and didn’t he know it," a born performer who was also a "thruster" and an "operator" behind the scenes.

Christopher Sandford, Paul McCartney, 2005

In a late wee-hour-of-the-morning talk, he once told me, ‘I’m just like everybody else Harry, I fell for Paul’s looks.”

Harry Nilsson speaking about John Lennon

HARRY: Someone told me a few minutes ago they saw John walking on the street [once] wearing a sign saying – a button, rather, saying ‘I Love Paul’. And this girl who told me that said she asked him, “Why are you wearing the button that says ‘I Love Paul’?” He said, “Because I love Paul.” [laughs]

February 17th, 1984: Harry Nilsson

PAUL: It’s like, uh, “We have to get back.” “We’re on our way home.” JOHN: Yeah. PAUL: There’s a story. There’s another one – ‘Don’t Let Me Down’. “Oh darling, I’ll never let you down.” Like we’re doing— JOHN: Yeah. It’s like you and me are lovers. PAUL: [reserved] Yeah. [pause] JOHN: We’ll just have to camp it up for those two. PAUL: Yeah. Well, I’ll be wearing my skirt for the show, anyway.

Get Back sessions

PAUL: Okay, “two of us riding nowhere” that’s as if…we’re like…two, but then “we’re on our way home”  JOHN: It’s like we’re like a couple of queens. PAUL: Yeah. Well, you know. Well, I mean, that’s…  JOHN: We’re a couple of queens… PAUL: That’s just too bad. Unless you want to get Paul and Paula in. Poetic license, John. JOHN: You’re telling me, Paul.

Get Back sessions

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙲𝙸𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙽 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝚂

description: in which Leah and Lessi take the Arsenal lot out to their favourite bar, and katie's crush suddenly becomes not so secret

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katie mccabe x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction do not take any of this seriously !

warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive and sexual, a few make-outs

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Katie had always liked to go out on a morning walk. Ever since she broke up with her girlfriend of seven years just over a year ago, Katie had made a good habit of getting up before 8am to go for a walk.

It used to help her think things through and try and get herself together before training. Now it just relaxes her, and let her see her.

The girl in question was someone who Katie had been watching for nearly four months now. Every weekday. Creepy, she was aware. But the gorgeous girl was just so intimidating.

She walked through London Colney with a coffee in one hand, a cigarette in the other and constantly listening to music on her rose gold beats.

Her outfits were fantastic and every time Katie watched her pass by, she would always send a kind smile from her perfectly painted lips.

Her skin was flawless, her hair like something form a L'Oreal commercial and her eyes were the most invasive and hauntingly beautiful things Katie had ever seen.

In conclusion, Katie was down bad. She loved the way her head bobbed to her music or the way the stranger would move her cigarette away from Katie, so she couldn't smell it as much.

And as Katie woke up today, Thursday, tomorrow would be the day before the Chelsea vs Arsenal match, she made herself a promise that she was going to speak to this girl today.

Katie made her way out of her apartment, happily humming along to the music as she walked her head down as she tried to think about where she could speak to the girl.

Just as Katie looked up there was a force into her chest and a squeak. There is a crash on the floor as iced coffee splashes onto the pavement.

Katie looks down and gulps as she realises the girl who has been occupying her thoughts all morning stood pressed against her chest, her coffee now scattered over the street.

"I'm so sorry lass, I wasn't lookin'." Katie apologises. The girl sends her a bright smile, shaking her head as she bends down and picks up the coffee cup and bins it.

"Please, it was my fault, in my own head this morning it seems." The girl denies, pulling her beats down to rest around her head, the faint sound of Hozier coming from them.

"What'cha in your own head about?" Katie questions kindly, the girl smiles.

"How to get you to come and speak to me." She giggles, her London accent pushing through her words.

Katie can't help the chuckle which escapes her lips, her secret admiring from afar clearly having been noticed by the beauty stood in front of her.

"Ahh, ya got me." Katie smiles. "Katie." She introduces, holding her hand out.

"I'm aware." The girl smiles, but shakes her hand anyway. "y/n." She adds.

"Beautiful name for a stunnin' girl." Katie beams and y/n smiles again, laughing lightly. She leans over and stubs out the cigarette, smiling softly.

"Apologies for the smoke, I'm sure you footballers try and steer clear." y/n hums.

"They kill ya, y'know?" Katie asks and y/n raises a brow.

"Really?" She gasps mockingly. "Thanks for the warning, I'll stop right away." She nods and Katie chuckles at the sarcasm.

"Ok ok, I was just sayin'." Katie surrenders and y/n laughs again, suddenly her phone vibrates, the Harry Potter theme tune echoing as she smiles apologetically at Katie and answers it.

"Alrigh' alrigh', I'm coming you prick!" She says lightly into the phone. She laughs at whatever is said. "I'll see you in a second babe." She hums.

Katie's heart sinks at the use of the pet-name, her once racing heart now slowing as the beautiful girl laughs again and hangs up the phone, Katie clear her throat.

"Boyfriend?" She asks, trying to not so subtly see if the girl was taken.

"Best friend." y/n hums at her and Katie's heart lifts slightly. "There's no one if that is what you're trying to figure out." y/n adds. "Besides, it wouldn't be a boyfriend." She adds.

At that confirmation Katie's heart leaps, she felt as if she had just scored against Chelsea already and it took everything in her not to whisper a small 'yes'.

"I have to go Katie love." y/n hums, the nickname making Katie almost shiver.

"Can I get your number?" Katie asks.

"Meet me here tomorrow, 8:15, iced caramel latte." y/n winks, before she sidesteps the woman and walks off, Katie turns but y/n just looks back and sends a wink before disappearing into a crowd of people.

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The next morning, Katie was stood at 8:10 with an iced caramel latte which she thought was far too cold for the already crisp morning, her head was up and waiting for the shorter girl who had occupied her thoughts for months.

"I'm impressed." y/n hummed, as she slid next to Katie, the woman's head snapping to her and a smile over-taking her features.

"M'lady." Katie grinned, handing her the drink.

y/n laughed, the sound as sweet as angels singing to Katie and the Irishwoman made a promise to herself to keep y/n laughing as long as she could, because the sound warmed her blood.

"Thank you." y/n smiled, her beats were resting around her neck once more and she began to walk and Katie followed quickly after, almost jolting into action.

"So, where are we going?" Katie asks.

"You are walking me to work, then I am assuming you have training before the big game tomorrow." y/n hums and Katie looks down at her.

"Okay." Katie nods. "You clearly know football." Katie adds and y/n chuckles as she moves through the crowd of people who were leaving from a tube station.

"You could say that, yeah." y/n nods as she checks the road, her spare hand, free of a cigarette today Katie noted, reaching down for Katie's.

y/n gripped it lightly and pulled her across the quiet road before dropping her hand once they got back onto the pavement. Katie found herself clenching and unclenching a fist to try and rid herself of the sparks which were left in y/n's wake.

The two made small talk for the next ten minutes, learning about each other's favourite colours and music tastes, laughs were shared more often that not.

However, the laughs shared were only due to the fact Katie was trying her best to be as funny as possible, desperate to hear the laugh from the stunning girl stood beside her.

"So, what do you do?" Katie asks, looking down at the girl sipping her coffee.

"I'm a barista and bartender." y/n explains as they near a coffee shop which Katie walked past everyday.

It was on the corner of her street, a relatively big venue which she remembered turned into a bar once evening settled over London. She'd never been in, having liked to stick to her favourite places.

If y/n worked here, she was kicking herself for being so bad at trying something new.

There were cute pastel wooden tables and chairs out the front, only a few since not many people sat outside during the winter. Inside were booths and comfy chairs.

Cushions, blankets and a long bar decorated the coffee shop, a window of pastries and cakes sat out as well. A girl was bustling around, mouthing along to the music as she waved at y/n through the window.

y/n waved back and turned to Katie, who she noticed was looking at the six cats lying lazily inside the coffee shop and she chuckled as Katie then looked at her.

"We are not supposed to be a cat cafe, but they were all rescues and people love them so they stay." y/n explains.

She then smiles as Katie looks at her watch, sighing at the fact that she would have to get back to her place, which luckily wasn't far and head over for their long day of training.

"Thanks for walking me." y/n adds, she leans up and pecks Katie's cheek, leaving the woman slightly stunned for a moment. "See you soon!" y/n calls.

"Wait, what does that mean?" Katie asks, but y/n just ignores her as her friend lets her in and they begin to set up the open for nine am. Katie sighs, but know she is going to be late if she doesn't go.

So, with one last fleeting look at the gorgeous girl who was laughing at something, Katie touched her cheek and set off home.

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The next day, Katie's head was far to focused to let many thoughts of y/n slip through, a few had, she wasn't afraid to admit, in fact the idea of the smiling girl was keeping her rather calm.

As they stepped out onto the pitch, Katie could hardly hear her heartbeat over the screams of the Arsenal fans, but she rolled her shoulders back and waited.

As soon as the whistle went for kick off Katie's blood pumped and the fire in her heart roared as she ran, she hardly payed attention to the people shouting her name.

The clock ban to tick, minutes running from them as Katie crossed the ball into the box, Beth Mead finding it and burying it in the back of the net.

Shouts of excitement echoed, Katie launching at Beth and shouting in happiness as they were surrounded. The group runs back to reset and Katie looks over to the crowd.

People jumped and cheered for her, for Beth, for them, a suddenly determination pushed through her to play the game at the same level or better.

As the half time whistle blew, the group couldn't believe they were three - one up against Chelsea. Katie was walking toward the tunnel when she saw her.

Leah was next to her the two talking animatedly about something, she was in a black puffer coat zipped and had an Arsenal beanie on her head.

Leah saw Katie watching and waved at her sending her a proud nod, then y/n turned, a wink sent Katie's way before she turned back to Leah and the continued talking.

As Katie got into the changing room, her heart continued to race, the cheeky eyes of y/n pushing through her body, the name ringing in her head.

Of course. Leah and Alessia often talked about their joint friend, the one who Leah had said she owed her happiness too, the girl having met her when Leah was crying drunk in the bar about her ACL.

Leah who was alone, was helped by y/n who let the blonde stay the night, cooked her breakfast in the morning and then answered Alessia's worried phone call.

Once Alessia finally came to Arsenal Leah had happily introduced to the girl she had described her angel, and while the team had never met her, she was often talked about.

Of course the girl Katie was crushing on was her, of course it bloody was. And as Katie stepped outside for the second half, suddenly her determination grew.

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y/n felt awful, she truly did, but just after Alessia had scored her penalty her best friend had called and asked her into work explaining they had a newbie call in sick.

Leah promised her it was okay and that she would see the golden retriever of a human later. y/n had left Leah with a kind hug and ran off, and as she left the stands, she saw Katie's shoulders deflate.

However, y/n couldn't think about that, she changed into a red jumpsuit and quickly switched into work mode, her make-up done in twenty minutes and her hair scraped back into a long ponytail.

Several hours passed, y/n doing her job when her best friend and boss, Jamie came over, the woman placing her hand on y/n's shoulders.

"Haley's here now y/n/n, you can go and get ready for your fist set of the night." Jamie said as y/n served another drink, Haley nodding at y/n kindly as she slid onto the bar.

"Sure Mimi, Leah here yet?" y/n asked and Jamie nodded, pointing over to the VIP section where the group stood.

"You okay with serving them when you're not playing?" Jamie asked and y/n nodded as she moved around Adam, another server of the night.

"Yeah course." y/n grinned, the VIP section had it's own bar so the VIP's didn't need to wait in line.

y/n checked her face in the mirror, noticing Katie stood slightly out of eyeline in her jeans and tight black tank top, her arms almost making y/n choke.

y/n then slid over to the section, her arms wrapping around the familiar blonde who had played so well in the match. Recognising the feeling Alessia beamed.

"Angel!" Leah cheered noticing her as Alessia turned and bear-hugged the girl.

"Hi my loves." y/n hummed. "You were so good today, I am so sorry I had to leave early." y/n praised to Alessia who smiled brightly.

"It's okay, Lee explained." She promised her friend who smiled before sliding under the bar.

"Right ladies, this is the angel y/n we go on about." Leah said, as she quickly went around the group that had come out.

"Kim, Kyra, Cloe, Caitlin, Katie." Alessia began.

"Lotta hard k's." y/n joked and Leah chuckled.

"Lotte, Manu, Jen, Steph, Laura, Laia, Amanda, Frida, Lia, Victoria, Lina, Stina." Leah continued.

"And you obviously know Beth and Viv." Alessia finished, the couple the only two to have met y/n in the recent months.

"Yes, hi all, I'm y/n, I am your bartender tonight so yay me, and I know all of your names anyway." y/n added. "Also, great game today." She adds.

A chorus of thank yous echo before y/n sighs and looks out at the sea of 21 players and rubbed her hands together before opening the till and getting ready to start the tab.

"What we drinking?" She asks. After about twenty minutes, each player had a drink, other than Katie who waited patiently.

Leah had noticed the way Katie had lingered around the bar, the way her eyes followed y/n's every move as she made the drinks, somewhere in the back of her mind she realised what a good couple the two could make.

"Let me guess? A Guinness?" y/n asked, rolling her eyes as Katie grinned. "Of course you have the longest pouring drink last." She adds.

Usually, if people ordered a Guinness last on their orders y/n would rage, because it meant she would have to wait for it to settle before moving on, but as she looked at Katie, she didn't care.

"Why didn't ya mention you knew Lee and Less, oh and Beth and Viv?" Katie asks and y/n shrugs.

"You never asked." She tells Katie as she stops the Guinness letting the liquor settle.

"Fair enough." Katie chuckled, y/n smiled softly her head turning briefly to check the clock.

"You played well today." y/n said quietly. "I didn't realise you could be so violent." She adds and Katie smirks.

"I'm as scary as they come me." Katie grins and y/n laughs which widens Katie's grin.

"Well, you're alright. I'll give you that." y/n chuckles, Katie leans forward on the bar, her arms tensing.

y/n's gaze moves down to the tanned skin which sat there and she gulped before looking away and finishing the Guinness. Katie notices her gaze and smirks.

"Just alrigh'?" She asks teasingly but y/n just places the Guinness on the bar.

"Order up." She smiles before moving to where Jamie stood, Katie smirked at the girl's flustered cheeks and turned to lean on the bar, her eyes catching Leah's who sent her a knowing wink and a smile.

She'd been given permission, that was what Leah had given her there, she had said with her eyes 'I see it, I'm okay with it.' and Katie relaxed with that.

"Yes!" Alessia suddenly said, and the group turned to see y/n suddenly on the stage with the DJ and a live band.

"Right, yes yes, hello." y/n said into the mic, the crowd suddenly screaming and Katie furrowed her brows. "Okay, it's a Saturday night, most here are gooners, I know." y/n continued.

The crowd got louder at that and y/n laughed, the cheers were directed toward the VIP section, but Katie was impressed at the way no one had tried to sneak to them.

She loved the fans, she did, but they could be crazy, so the fact none of them had tried to approach just showed how good this bar really was she supposed.

"Not all of us." The guitarist suddenly chimed in, his long hair pushing out of his face as he nodded his head at y/n who laughed.

"Come on you irons!" She cheered, several loud cheers ringing out.

"She's a Hammers fan?" Jen asked Leah in shock and Leah laughed, nodding her head.

"Hammer-head yeah." Leah grinned and the Arsenal group shared a laugh.

"Anyway, let's fucking party." y/n said before the song kicked in. Katie almost jumped at the trumpets playing from the recording and as the drum began people danced.

"Well there is something going down! Like the storm in the sky. Oh." y/n sang, her voice powerful.

Katie's eyes widened at her live voice, so good, so powerful, so free and as her teammates began to dance to the song Katie couldn't help but watch y/n as she performed into the chorus.

"Mama knows best when, times get a hard! And papa always has a joke, to make me laugh. See mama knows best when, I feel down, to pick me up and always keep my feet on solid ground." y/n continued.

Katie didn't think she could have fallen any harder, but the second y/n started singing, she realised how wrong she was.

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After an hour of Katie's teammates dancing around her while she stared in shock at y/n who was performing as if she was at Wembley. The singer thanked the crowd and said she would be back in an hour.

She then disappeared into the sea of people and despite trying, Katie could no longer see her. She sighed and shook her head when Leah slid next to her.

"So, you seem to know y/n somewhat?" Leah asks Katie, a relaxed tone in her voice.

"It's all a bit confusin' really." Katie admitted. "We pass each other on our morning walks and then the other day we just crashed into each other, talked and then I walked her to work yesterday." Katie explains.

"Right, and how long have you been seeing her on your walks?" Leah asks, raising a brow.

"4 months, and I know it sounds bad, and I had no idea who she was before it clicked at the game, but I've continued those walks, just to see her." Katie winces.

"She's like that. Totally addictive." Leah nods and Katie pauses.

"Have you and her - uh..." Katie begins, Leah bursts into laughter, shaking her head.

"No, god no!" Leah denies. "She's just my friend, my best friend really, but she just has this way about her, I can't explain it." Leah hums.

"She fuckin' stunnin' as well." Katie sighs and Leah chuckles.

"I think you'd be good together." Leah adds to Katie who smiles at her in thanks. "She's never really been one for relationships, her last one ended well, but I think she just got scared of it again." Leah adds.

"I didn't think she'd be scared of a thing." Katie hummed and Leah chuckles.

"Wait til you see her around a spider." She warns and Katie laughs as she looks around for her.

"Looking for someone?" A call asks, the two turning around to see y/n pouring Caitlin another drink, the footballer cheering when it's passed to her.

"Angel, as fantastic as always." Leah grins and y/n laughs sending a wink her way.

"Had to impress tonight, we had some VIP's in the house." y/n grins and Leah chuckles.

"Katie's got something to ask you." Leah nods, before walking away leaving Katie silently panicking as she tries to play it off cool.

"Do you?" y/n asks Katie.

"Date me!" Katie says suddenly, before wincing and sighing as she tries not to hit herself in the face. "I mean, go on a date with me?" Katie asks. "Please?" She adds.

"I'd love to." y/n smiles and Katie grins.

"Really?" She asks.

"Of course Katie." y/n smiles. "Now, give me your phone while I pour you another drink." She orders and Katie does so, watching as y/n taps her number in, stopping the Guinness pouring without looking up so she can let it settle.

"I didn't know you could sing either." Katie adds before y/n sends her a look. "Right, didn't ask." Katie nods again.

"Come on." y/n hums as Jamie takes her place, handing her a coat.

"Where are we goin'?" Katie asks, but she takes y/n's outstretched hand never-the-less and lets her pull her out the back and to a small covered area with two heat lamps and a table.

"Smoking shed." y/n says obviously as she lights a cigarette up and turns the heat lamps on.

"You sing and you smoke." Katie says. "Isn't that like oxymoronic?" She asks and y/n shrugs.

Katie moves forward to take the cigarette from the girl but hisses when a harsh slap is placed on the back of her hand.

"Bleedin' woman!" Katie curses and y/n grins happily as she inhales once more on the cigarette. "What'cha do that for?" Katie adds.

"You tried to take my cigarette." y/n says simply, and Katie huffs before darting forward again, trying to reach for the stick, y/n shrieks and skirts around the table, trying to run away.

Katie however is already quicker than her and isn't wearing heels like she is and wraps her arms tightly around y/n so she can grip the cigarette carefully and throw it onto the floor.

"Katie!" y/n whines out in annoyance, turning around to face the footballer who kept a tight grip on her waist. "I wanted that." She huffs.

"I want you." Katie says without thinking. y/n looks at her a small smile on her face before she lets out a laugh, Katie smiling sheepishly as y/n grips her shoulders as she giggles.

"Somehow, that was both smooth and terrible." y/n giggles and Katie chuckles with her.

"I'm not usually this shit at flirtin'." She promises and y/n chuckles.

"Well, let's see if your better at kissing." She mutters before her lips are on Katie's.

The Irishwoman was definitely better at kissing than she was flirting, her lips softly pressing against y/n's before she pushed her hips forward, causing y/n to stumble back into the table.

At the move, y/n gasped, her mouth opening just enough for Katie to dive her tongue in and her hands came up to keep y/n's head in place. Suddenly she was everywhere in her mouth.

It was as if she was mapping y/n's mouth with her own, every inch she could reach being touched by her tongue which finally came to clash into y/n's with the passion of four months of obsession.

Katie didn't slow down as she slid her hands down, lifting y/n onto the table so she could work at a better angle. Her hands pawing at her waist, thighs and hips.

The two parted briefly before diving back in, y/n's hands holding tightly onto Katie's shoulders, her grip tightening further when Katie's lips wondered down her neck, burning the skin she touched.

Katie bit down against y/n's shoulder as she kissed back up, y/n letting out a soft whimper at the action which was better than Katie could have dreamed of.

"If I don't stop now, I'll fuck you into this table." Katie whispered breathlessly against y/n's ear and she sighed, the two pulling away breathless and aroused.

"Definitely better at kissing." y/n breathed, eyes wide and pupils dilated. Katie laughed at that, pressing another chaste kiss to her lips before sighing.

"Come on, lets get inside." She hums and y/n nods. "So, I'll pick you up tomorrow at six?" She asks as they move to the door.

"Only if you stay the night." y/n counters back and Katie smirks.

"I intend on it." She promises lowly and y/n grins as they re-join the bar.

y/n's eyes find Leah's and the blonde smirks at her before smiling and y/n smiles back as she slides back under the bar and finishes off Katie's Guinness which had been more than settled, the woman waiting for it with a smirk.

"Order up!"

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END

this is my christmas gift to you all! you get three fics from me today - so look out for the third later on xoxoxox

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Queenie x

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

The Year In Doom & Gloom

Doom & Gloom From The Tomb celebrated its 15th anniversary this year, which is crazy. But what can I say, I keep finding cool live tapes and keep feeling compelled to share them with you ... whoever you are! A lot of this website is just me talking to myself, hashing and rehashing and re-re-hashing various obsessions, getting impossibly niche about some of my favorite artists, trying to shine a light into the darkest corners of music history. But that makes it sound like it's a serious endeavor. Mostly, it's fun. I hope it's fun for you too. So, if you need to catch up, here's a tip-of-the-iceberg rundown of what we checked out over the last 12 months ... as always, thank a taper!

Lou Reed - Sister Ray in the 70s

“Candy Says” - Lou Reed, Kongress Zentrum, Hamburg, Germany, March 29, 1979

Lou Reed - October 1974

Lou Reed - Lady Mitchell Hall, Cambridge, England, October 13, 1972

Lou Reed - City Hall, Sheffield, England, June 1, 1974

Lou Reed - Konserthuset, Stockholm, Sweden, May 14, 1974

Lou Reed - Parc Des Expositions De Colmar, Theatre De Plein Air, Colmar, France, August 12, 2004

The Modern Lovers - Radcliffe College, Cambridge, Massachusetts, October 27, 1972

The Modern Lovers - Sword in the Stone, Boston, Massachusetts, 1972

The Modern Lovers - Boston Center for the Arts, Boston, Massachusetts, February 23, 1974

Foggy Notion - The Bowery Ballroom, New York City, December 13, 2023

The Feelies - Daniel Street, Milford, Connecticut, July 22, 2011

John Sinclair - BAR, New Haven, Connecticut, September 28, 2003

Meg Baird + Chris Forsyth, Cafe Nine, New Haven, Connecticut, October 26, 2022

John Fahey - McCabe’s Guitar Shop, Santa Monica, California, December 1979

The Go-Betweens - The Gatekeeper To Your Soul

Frank Black - Wetlands, New York City, June 13, 1994

Jacobites - Hearts Are Like Flowers

The Replacements - The Ritz, New York City, June 21, 1986

Willie Nelson - El Rey Theatre, Los Angeles, California, December 20, 1997

Neil Young - Razor Love (1984-2020)

Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Control The Violent Side

“Peace Of Mind” - Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Community Theater, Berkeley, California, November 2, 1976

Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Festival Hall, Osaka, Japan, March 4, 1976

Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Copps Coliseum, Hamilton, Ontario, October 31, 1996

Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Shoreline Amphitheatre, Mountain View, California, October 1 / October 2, 1994

Fairport Convention - Harlow Town Hall, Essex, England, June 15, 1974

Richard & Linda Thompson - Dublin Stadium, Dublin, Ireland, November 10, 1979

Robyn Hitchcock & Richard Thompson - “First Girl I Loved (Incredible String Band),” The Barbican, London, England, July 19, 2009

Can - Nordseeheilbad, Cuxhaven, Germany, January 7, 1976

Bob Dylan and The Band - “Nobody ‘Cept You” (Outtake)

Bob Dylan & The Band - Chicago Stadium, Chicago, Illinois, Jan. 3, 1974

Patti Smith - Max’s Kansas City, New York City, September 1, 1974

Patti Smith Group / John Cale / Television - The Palladium, New York City, December 31, 1976

Television - Great American Music Hall, San Francisco, California, December 9, 1992

Television - Roseland, New York City, October 2, 2004

Grant Lee Buffalo - Shepherd’s Bush Empire, London, England, October 11, 1994

Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - Vredenburg, Utrecht, The Netherlands, December 4, 1982

Wilco - Orpheum Theatre, Boston, Massachusetts, October 19, 2002

[dailylooneys]

Porky's Snooze Reel

(1941, Bob Clampett and Norm McCabe)

[yonderghostshistories]

Idk yesterday I got bored and decided to take pics of my 2 bookshelves (from the main living room and the middle room respectively) filled to the brim with books, DVDs and CDs (among other things) that I own/have got, and then I thought it’d be cool to show y’all my lovely collection of things.

Here’s my 2 Exquisite Collection of Things I have (mostly consisting of my special interests, both former and current <33)

(From the Main Living Room shelf)

Items Found:

Specific Labels for the things which are featured on my shelves :

(F) = Films

(TVS/MS) = TV Series/Miniseries

(CD) = Compact Disc(/s) (aka CDs)

(CT) = Cassette Tape(/s)

(B) = Books(/s)

(LP) = Live Performance

(Z) = Zine(/s)

#1 : (from top - bottom) (Left; Top Shelf)

DVDs including; “American Friends” (1991) (F), “Holy Flying Circus” (2011) (F), “In The Earth” (2021) (F), “A Field in England” (2013) (F), “A Liar’s Autobiography” (2012) (F), “Remember Me” (2014) (TVS/MS), “Vanity Fair” (2018) (TVS/MS)

#2 : (Middle; Top Shelf) “Torchwood : Tropical Beach Sounds & Other Relaxing Seascapes #4” (2020) (CD)

#3 : (from top - bottom) (Right; Top Shelf) DVDs including; “Psychoville” (2009-2011) (TVS/MS), “The League of Gentlemen: Live Again!” (2018) (F) (LP), “The League of Gentlemen Are Behind You!” (2006) (F) (LP), “The League of Gentlemen’s Apocalypse” (2005) (F), “The League of Gentlemen: Live At Drury Lane” (2001) (F) (LP), “The League of Gentlemen : The Complete Collection” (1999-2017) (TVS/MS)

#4 : (from top - bottom) (Left; Bottom Shelf) Books including; “A Kind of Spark” by Elle McNicoll (B), “My So-Called Bollywood Life” by Nisha Sharma (B), “Submarine” by Joe Dunthorne (B), “Baby Love” by Jacqueline Wilson (B), “The League of Gentlemen : A Local Book for Local People) (B) (a Tie-in Book for the TV show), “Ghosts : The Button House Archives” (B) (a Tie-in Book for the TV show)

#5 : (Bottom) (Right; Bottom Shelf)

“Be Funny Or Die” by Joel Morris (B)

(From the Middle Room Shelf)

#1 : (from top - bottom) (Left; Top Shelf) CDs & DVDs including; “Spot The Loony” (2015) (CD), “Spot The Loony” (2001) (CD), “Shanghai Knights” (2003) (F), “Harlots” (2017-2019) (TVS/MS), “Imagine Me & You” (2005) (F), “Monty Python : The Movies” (2006) (F), “Monty Python’s Flying Circus : The Complete Series 1-4 (1969-1974) Fully Restored in HD” (2019) (TVS/MS), “Queer As Folk : Definitive Collector’s Edition” (1999-2000)(TVS/MS)

#2 : (from top - bottom) (Right; Top Shelf) Books including; “Graham Crackers : Fuzzy Memoirs, Silly Bits and Outright Lies” by (Monty Python’s) Graham Chapman (compiled by Jim Yoakum) (B), “The Life of Graham : The Authorised Biography of Graham Chapman” by Bob McCabe (B), “Calcium Made Interesting : Sketches, Letters, Essays & Gondolas” by (Monty Python’s) Graham Chapman (edited by Jim Yoakum) (B), “OJRIL : The Completely Incomplete Graham Chapman (Unpublished Scripts by Monty Python’s Pipe-Smoking Genius)” by Graham Chapman (edited by Jim Yoakum) (B), “Ghosts : Brought to Life (The Making of a Classic)” (a BTS Tie-in book for the TV Show and that looks into the making of the show itself) (B), “There and Back : Diaries 1999-2009 (Volume #4)” by Michael Palin (B)

#3 : (top & across) (Left; Bottom Shelf)

Includes; “Peter Falk Tries on Hats” (a Zine about Peter Falk) by Ren Wednesday (Z), The Michael Palin Diaries Volumes #1-#3 (in chronological order; “The Python Years : Diaries 1969-79 (Volume #1)”, “Halfway to Hollywood : Diaries 1980-88 (Volume #2)”, “Traveling to Work : Diaries 1988-98 (Volume #3)”) (B)

#4 : (top - bottom) (Middle; Bottom Shelf) Books, Zines & DVDs including; “The Little Guide to Monty Python” (B), “High Precision Ghosts” (a Zine about Graham Chapman) by Ren Wednesday (Z), “A Liar’s Autobiography: Volume VI (#6)” by Graham Chapman (B), “A Liar’s Autobiography” the audiobook cassette tape from the 1980s, recorded by Graham Chapman (CT), “Medieval Lives” by Terry Jones & Alan Ereira (B) (a Tie-in book for the TV show), “Erebus : The Story of A Ship” by Michael Palin (B), “Spy” (2011-2012) (TVS/MS), “Murder Rooms : The Mysteries of The Real Sherlock Holmes” (2000-2001) (TVS/MS), “The Pythons Autobiography By The Pythons” by Bob McCabe (B), “Great Uncle Harry : A Tale of War and Empire” by Michael Palin (B)

#5 : (side and top - bottom) (Right; Bottom Shelf) Side (DVDs) includes; Hunderby (Series 1) (2012) (TVS/MS), Hunderby (Series 2) (2015) (TVS/MS)

Top - Bottom (DVDs) including; “(Monty Python’s) Graham Chapman : Looks Like A Brown Trouser Job” (2005) (F) (LP), “Mongrels” (2010-2011) (TVS/MS), “Romance With A Double Bass” (1974) (F), “Simon Magus” (1999)/“The Nine Lives Of Tomas Katz” (2000) (F), “Bunny And The Bull” (2009) (F), “Treacle Jr” (2010) (F), “The Taming Of The Shrew” (1980) (F), “It’s A Sin” (2021) (TVS/MS), “Do Not Adjust Your Set” (1967-1969) (TVS/MS), “At Last The 1948 Show” (1967) (TVS/MS), “The Terror” (Series 1 & 2) (2018-2019) (TVS/MS)

Anyway, that’s it for what’s on my shelves!! Do let me know y’all’s thoughts on my shelves full of stuff, and let me know which is your personal favourite thing(/s) from my shelves and why!!

[ncwhereman]

spanish holiday: a collection

Let me ask you about something else that was in the Hunter Davies book. At one point you and Brian went off to Spain. Yes. Did you… you must have... We didn’t have an affair. You never had an affair with Brian? No, not an affair. Yoko: [laughs] What were the pressures from Brian? Cyn was having a baby and the holiday was planned, but I wasn’t going to break the holiday for a baby and that’s what a bastard I was. And I just went on holiday. I watched Brian picking up the boys. I like playing a bit faggy, all that. Yoko: [laughs] It was enjoyable, but there were big rumours in Liverpool, it was terrible. Very embarrassing. Rumors about you and Brian? Oh, fuck knows—yes, yes. I was pretty close to Brian because if somebody's going to manage me, I want to know them inside out. And there was a period when he told me he was a fag and all that. I introduced him to pills, which gives me a guilt association for his death. I mean they go that way anyway. And to make him talk—to find out what he’s like. And I remember him saying, “Don’t ever throw it back in me face, that I’m a fag.” Which | didn’t. But his mother’s still hiding that. But what I hate is the way they’re all attacking Allen. And Brian was a nice guy, but he knew what he was doing, he robbed us. He fucking took all the money and looked after himself and his family, and all that. And it’s just a myth. I hate the way that Allen is attacked and Brian is made like an angel, just cause he’s dead. He wasn't, he was just a guy. Allen will go berserk when he hears all this.

John Lennon, Jann S. Wenner, Lennon Remembers, 1970

Bob had insinuated that me and Brian had had an affair in Spain. And I must have been frightened of the fag in me to get so angry.

John Lennon, 1972, Peter McCabe and Robert D Schonfeld, John Lennon—For The Record, 1984

Brian was in love with me. It's irrelevant. I mean, it's interesting and it will make a nice Hollywood Babylon someday about Brian Epstein’s sex life, but it's irrelevant, absolutely irrelevant.

John Lennon, Playboy, 1980

I was on holiday with Brian Epstein in Spain, where the rumours went around that he and I were having a love affair. Well, it was almost a love affair, but not quite. It was never consummated. But it was a pretty intense relationship. It was my first experience with a homosexual that I was conscious was homosexual. He had admitted it to me. We had this holiday together because Cyn was pregnant, and I went to Spain and there were lots of funny stories. We used to sit in a cafe in Torremolinos looking at all the boys and I’d say, ‘Do you like that one, do you like this one?’ I was rather enjoying the experience, thinking like a writer all the time: I am experiencing this, you know. And while he was out on the tiles one night, or lying asleep with a hangover one afternoon, I remember playing him the song Bad To Me. That was a commissioned song, done for Billy J Kramer, who was another of Brian’s singers.

John Lennon, Rolling Stone, 1980

Very quickly John became jumpy and on edge. He was beginning to feel trapped and it was time for him to escape but before he left he told me that Brian had asked him to go on holiday to Spain with him and he wanted to know if I objected. I must admit the request hit me like a bolt out of the blue and I really didn’t take it in properly at first but when it sank in I suppressed my true feelings and acquiesced. I was well aware that John deserved a holiday. He had just completed a tour and recording sessions. In actual fact he had never really had a holiday as such. They had all been working very hard and under great pressure since the success of Please Please Me, so I concealed my hurt and envy and gave him my blessings. He was delighted and left me a happy man. I on the other hand was left holding the baby, and what a baby. As soon as John returned from his break in Spain, fully relaxed and raring to get going again, we went together to register our son’s birth.

Cynthia Lennon, A Twist Of Lennon, 1978

Some accounts of that time claim that Brian was in love with John, which was why he wanted to manage the Beatles. I don't believe this for a second. They had a good relationship, but Brian cared for all the boys and he wanted success for the group because he thought they had something unique. Claims have been made since that Brian and John had a gay relationship. Nothing could be further from the truth. John was a hundred per cent heterosexual and, like most lads at that time, horrified by the idea of homosexuality. The bond between John and Brian was one of mutual respect and friendship. They liked and admired each other. Brian could see John's intelligence and distinctive talent. John appreciated Brian's business ability and his ambition for the group. They talked for hours and planned the group's future together. They both wanted the Beatles to be the biggest thing since Elvis, and were hell bent on making it happen.

When Julian was three weeks old, Brian invited John to go to Spain with him. John asked if I'd mind and I said, truthfully, that I wouldn't. I was preoccupied with Julian and nowhere near ready to travel, but I knew how much John needed a break where he wouldn't be recognised and could really relax. I gave them my blessing and they went off together for twelve days. It was a holiday John came to regret because it sparked off a string of rumours about his relationship with Brian. He had to put up with sly digs, winks and innuendo that he was secretly gay. It infuriated him: all he'd wanted was a break with a friend, but it was turned into so much more.

Cynthia Lennon, John, 2005

Brian and John spent so much time together, scheming and dreaming about the Beatles' future, that they seemed almost inseparable. In April 1963, John went so far as to accompany Brian on a holiday in Spain, leaving Cyn behind with their newborn son. In the absence of this decidedly odd couple, tongues began wagging all over town. I visited John at Aunt Mimi's a few days after his return to England. And when he started in about how much he had enjoyed Spain, I could hardly resist taking the piss out of him. "So you had a good time with Brian, then?" I smirked. Nudge nudge, wink wink. I was somewhat taken aback when John didn't so much as crack a smile. "Oh, fuckin' hell," he groaned. "Not you as well, Pete!" "What do you mean, not me as well?" "They're all fucking going on about it." "It's O.K., John. Don't take it so serious. I'm just joking, for Christ's sake." "Actually Pete," he said softly, "Something did happen with him one night." Now that wiped the grin right off my face. Had I even dreamed there might be any truth what soever to the rumors, I would never have made light of the subject in the first place. Still— as John surely knew— I would have stood by him, and let the rest of the world handle the business of passing moral judgment, even if he had just told me he'd committed murder. And John would surely have done the same for me. Which, after all, is what true friendship is all about. "What happened," John explained, "is that Eppy just kept on and on at me. Until one night I finally just pulled me trousers down and said to him: 'Oh, for Christ's sake, Brian, just stick it up me fucking arse then.' "And he said to me, 'Actually, John, I don't do that kind of thing. That's not what I like to do.' "'Well,' I said, 'what is it you want to do, then?' "And he said, 'I'd really just like to touch you, John.' "And so I let him toss me off." And that was that. End of story. "That's all, John?" I said. "Well, so what? What's the big fucking deal, then?" "Yeah, so fucking what! The poor bastard. He's having a fucking hard enough time anyway." This was in reference to the "butch" dockers who, on several recent occasions, had rewarded Brian's advances by beating him to a bloody pulp. "So what harm did it do, then, Pete, for fuck's sake?" John asked rhetorically. "No harm at all. The poor fucking bastard, he can't help the way he is." "No need to get so worked up," I said. "You know I don't give a shit. What's a fucking wank between friends anyway?" We then moved on to other topics, and neither of us ever mentioned the incident again. (And as far as I was concerned, the real revelation that night was not that John had "had it off" with Brian, but that he had demonstrated— albeit in his own brusque way—such genuine compassion for that most hopelessly besotted of all his many admirers.) Unfortunately, certain Liverpool acquaintances (who had no way of knowing that there was a kernel of truth to their allegations) wouldn't let John hear the end of it. All in good fun, no doubt, but John was still too enamored of his macho self-image to take lightly any inference that he was anything less than 100 percent heterosexual.

Pete Shotton, Nicholas Schaffner, John Lennon: In My Life, 1983

John told me he had had a one-night stand with Brian, on a holiday with him in Spain, when Brian had invited him out, a few days after the birth of Julian in 1963, leaving Cyn alone. I mentioned this brief holiday in the book, but not what John had alleged had taken place. Partly, I didn't really believe it, though John was daft enough to try almost anything once. John was certainly not homosexual, and this boast, or lie, would have given the wrong impression. It was also not fair on Cynthia, his then wife.

Hunter Davies, The Beatles: The Authorised Biography (updated edition, 2010)

Almost three weeks after the birth of his son—whom he had seen only a couple of times by then—he agreed to go to Spain with Brian on a private holiday, while the other three Beatles flew to the Canaries for their spring break. I don’t think John told Cynthia what he was doing—he rarely told her anything—and he certainly wouldn’t have asked her permission. When she found out, she dissolved in tears, but she was scared of John and said nothing. To say we were astonished is an understatement. Much has been made of this trip. It was sun, sand and sea—but was it also sex? John himself said he finally allowed Brian to make love to him “to get it out of the way.” Those who knew John well, who had known him for years, don’t believe it for a moment. John was aggressively heterosexual and had never given a hint that he was anything but. If it had been George, we might have believed it. George could act camp and had many homosexual friends, but John loved to say things to shock, and his sly statement was probably just another in a long line of such provocative statements. In fact, it was more in character for John to taunt Brian with promises during those long hot nights in Barcelona than to succumb. Equally, it was in Brian’s masochistic nature to enjoy being tormented, then perhaps to rush off in search of a young bullfighter. Brian adored bullfighters so much, he ended up sponsoring one. (And I think Brian would have confided in somebody if it had happened.)

Tony Bramwell, Magical Mystery Tours: My Life With The Beatles, 2014

First, he wanted to make Brian the baby’s godfather. Second, he was leaving on holiday as soon as this tour was over. He was going away with Brian—just the two of them. The other Beatles were going to the Canary Islands. This meant John wouldn’t see Cynthia for several weeks, long after she had returned home from the hospital. Cynthia lay back in the hospital bed, her head spinning. How could John go off and leave her and Julian like that, she demanded, and with Brian Epstein no less? John flared up at her. “Being selfish again, aren’t you?” he said. “I’ve been workin’ my bloody ass off on one-night stands for months now. Those people starin’ from the other side of the glass are bloody everywhere, hauntin’ me. I deserve a vacation. And anyway, Brian wants me to go, and I owe it to the poor guy. Who else does he have to go away with?” Brian and John went to Barcelona at the end of April 1963. It was a city that Brian had explored on his 1959 solo trip to Spain. He had since become a great fan of the bullfights and considered himself something of an aficionado. He took great pleasure in introducing John to the pageantry and excitement. They spent the days shopping and taking side trips. At night they toured the nightclubs. Later in the week they rented a car and drove down the coast to the glistening white town of Sitges on the Costa Brava. Each night they would sit in the candlelit cafés and watch the couples stroll by in the moonlight. Over many bottles of wine they talked candidly about Brian’s personal life. It was a great relief for Brian to finally be able to talk honestly with John. He told John that for a man who valued honesty as dearly as he did, it was a terrible burden for him to live his life a lie. “If you had a choice, Eppy,” John said, “if you could press a button and be hetero, would you do it?” Brian thought for a moment. “Strangely, no,” he said. A little later a peculiar game developed. John would point out some passing man to Brian, and Brian would explain to him what it was about the fellow that he found attractive or unattractive. “I was rather enjoying the experience,” John said, “thinking like a writer all the time: I am experiencing this.” And still later, back in their hotel suite, drunk and sleepy from the sweet Spanish wine, Brian and John undressed in silence. “It’s okay, Eppy,” John said, and lay down on his bed. Brian would have liked to have hugged him, but he was afraid. Instead, John lay there, tentative and still, and Brian fulfilled the fantasies he was so sure would bring him contentment, only to awake the next morning as hollow as before.

Peter Brown, The Love You Make, 1983 can't wait for the full fic on ao3 peter!

One story the Press certainly didn’t get at the time was that in April, in the middle of the euphoria that followed all the early success and acclaim, Brian and John went off to Spain for a holiday. So much invention and rubbish has been made of this trip by so many people since, that the truth deserves at least a brief mention. The most sensational version, of course, is that the holiday was a chance for Brian to consummate his overwhelming passion for John, which inspired him to sign the group in the first place. I’m afraid it wasn’t like that. John roared with laughter at the rumours that began afterwards. Typically, he encouraged the stories that he and Brian were gay lovers because he thought it was funny and John was one of the world’s great wind-up merchants. He told me afterwards in one of our frankest heart-to-hearts that Brian never seriously did proposition him. He had teased Brian about the young men he kept gazing at and the odd ones who had found their way to his room. Brian had joked to John about the women who hurled themselves at him. ‘If he’d asked me, I probably would have done anything he wanted. I was so much in awe of Brian then I’d have tried a night of vice-versa. But he never wanted me like that. Sure, I took the mickey a bit and pretended to lead him on. But we both knew we were joking. He wanted a pal he could have a laugh with and someone he could teach about life. I thought his bum boys were creeps and Brian knew that. Even completely out of my head, I couldn’t shag a bloke. And I certainly couldn’t lie there and let one shag me. Even a nice guy like Brian. To be honest, the thought of it turns me over.’ All the same, John was very selfish to have gone off on holiday with Brian then because it was just after Cynthia had given birth to his son Julian. John’s whole romance and marriage to Cynthia was kept a secret at the time because Brian feared the effect of publicity about one of the Beatles having a wife, let alone a family.

Alistair Taylor, With The Beatles, 2003

While Brian thought a Beatle’s image could be affected by marriage and fatherhood, his next move proved wildly indiscreet and potentially dangerous. On April 8, 1963, Cynthia gave birth to Julian, and Brian was named his godfather. Shortly afterward, Brian invited John to join him alone on a holiday in Spain. Lennon had been working hard, writing songs and touring Britain. He needed a rest, and Cynthia relished some time alone to adapt to life with a baby. John accepted and flew to Barcelona on April 28 for the twelve-day break. John made it clear to everyone that he was a woman-chaser, a hundred percent heterosexual. But it was inept of Epstein to risk the whispering that was bound to ensue from such an expedition by a manager and a solitary Beatle. It was one of the few times when Brian’s perception of public opinion faltered, for the Spanish trip fueled rumors in Liverpool of an Epstein-Lennon relationship. Paul McCartney’s theory is that “John, not being stupid, saw his opportunity to impress upon Mr. Epstein who was the boss of this group … he wanted Brian to know who he should listen to.” Lennon knew that Brian held him in awe, regarding him as a genius. On their return to Liverpool, Brian and John decided to deal with the gossip decisively. At McCartney’s twenty-first birthday party on June 18, Bob Wooler and Lennon were seen chatting together and within minutes the Beatle had pummeled the Cavern compere to the ground. “He called me a bloody queer, so I bashed his ribs in,” John later told Cynthia. Epstein, no less angry but sensing the need for repairing all wounds, physical and oral, drove Wooler to hospital for treatment of torn knuckles and for shock. Next, Epstein moved swiftly to prevent the friction from escalating. Through his solicitor friend Rex Makin he paid Wooler £200 in damages and insisted that Lennon sent him a telegram of apology. The rumors were quelled. But nothing could prevent the attack on Wooler from reaching the Daily Mirror, whose pop reporter Don Short, in a first recognition of the group’s burgeoning importance, published a back-page story headlined: “Beatle in Brawl Says: Sorry I Socked You.” Since the deaths of Epstein and Lennon, many with no access to, or observation of, both men in their lifetime have peddled the assumption that Brian and John had a sexual liaison. This is despite the lack of any evidence, despite firm declarations of John’s heterosexuality from Cynthia and many other women, and despite the statement by McCartney that he “slept in a million hotel rooms, as we all did, with John and there was never any hint that he was gay.” Brian possibly had a homosexual fascination for Lennon but it could never be reciprocated. And since Epstein was not a predator, that eliminated the likelihood of such a link. More than anyone, Epstein saw the Beatles as an indivisible unit. He would never have risked so profoundly changing his relationship with them, individually or collectively. Nothing mattered more to Brian, after his devotion to his family, than the entity of the Beatles.

Ray Coleman, The Man Who Made The Beatles, 1989

Years later, John finally came clean about what had happened: not to anyone who’d been around at the time, but to the unshockable woman with whom he shared the last decade of his life. He said that one night during the trip, Brian had cast aside shyness and scruples and finally come on to him, but that he’d replied, “If you feel like that, go out and find a hustler.” Afterward, he had deliberately fed Pete Shotton the myth of his brief surrender, so that everyone would believe his power over Brian to be absolute.

Norman Philip, John Lennon: The Life, 2008

I don’t actually know the truth of the John rumour. I suspected that the John trip to Barcelona was a power play on John’s part because John was a very political animal. I think John went away on that Spanish holiday because nobody went on holiday. I would have gone, anyone would have gone. A free holiday? You’re kidding. I’m there. Number two, I’m sure John took Brian aside and said, ‘Hey, you want to deal with this group, I’m the guy you deal with, OK.’ John was that kind of guy. He was a very sensible, very pragmatic guy. So I’m sure that was the main reason John went there. As to whether there was any sort of gay dalliance or whatever, I don’t know. All I can ever say about it is that I slept with John a lot because you had to, you didn’t have more than one bed – and to my knowledge John was never gay.

Paul McCartney, Debbie Geller, In My Life: The Brian Epstein Story, 2000

Brian Epstein was going on holiday to Spain at the same time and he invited John along. John was a smart cookie. Brian was gay, and John saw his opportunity to impress upon Mr Epstein who was the boss of this group. | think that's why he went on holiday with Brian. And good luck to him, too — he was that kind of guy; he wanted Brian to know whom he should listen to. That was the relationship. John was very much the leader in that way, although it was never actually said. So there was the homosexual thing — I'm not sure John did anything but we certainly gave him a lot of grief when he got back.

Paul McCartney, The Beatles Anthology, 2000

My sense of the trip to Barcelona is that it was an intriguing situation because John left his wife to go on this holiday, who was still in hospital having given birth to her first child. So it was an extraordinary thing, but John wanted to go on holiday with Brian and there was a great bond between them. John knew that Brian was going and he also knew that Brian was very attracted to him and I think this intrigued John. My understanding only comes from Brian. I never discussed this with John but I heard that there were lots of discussions about the business of homosexuality and Brian’s homosexuality. But I think it’s wrong to discuss something which is really rather significant when I only know one side of the picture.

Peter Brown, Debbie Geller, In My Life: The Brian Epstein Story, 2000

It had nothing to do with advancement of career. John knew that he already had Brian as an ally; he knew that Brian liked him, was attracted to him and stimulated by his intellect. Anyway, I don’t believe John was that manipulative. And the idea of going along with it, and trying to take advantage of it, just wouldn’t have been Brian’s way.

Peter Brown, Norman Philip, John Lennon: The Life, 2008

It was during the same discussion that he told me that he and John Lennon had been lovers. Now that’s too much for me to take on. We’d never talked about his personal life before, so I left the room.

Lonnie Trimble, Debbie Geller, In My Life: The Brian Epstein Story, 2000

[fl4m3-f1l3s]

full name: Cedar McCabe

Age: 17

DOB: October 17th

Height: 5’11

Empowered skills: Sonal Energetic

Skills:

- boxing

- reading people (+ tonal shifts)

- ████████████

- swimming

- driving

Background information:

During the investigation into Bob and Connie McCabe during their 2 year killing spree it was discovered they had a son, Cedar, when Bob was taken in after a shoot out Cedar was used as a pawn. Due to housing issues Cedar was placed with Valerie D’Cruz and Eric D’cruz (as well as their son Ivan) after project crow was started Cedar was instantly drafted into the program

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

It starts with a ripple. A shadow just beneath the surface. The good people of Amity Island—excuse me, America—sit back in their lawn chairs, sipping their officially sanctioned, definitely-not-woke Coors Light, watching the orange-faced mayor assure them the beaches are perfectly safe.

Then, the beast strikes.

One minute, they’re cheering as Donald Trump and Elon Musk’s Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) sets out to gut the so-called “deep state.” The next, they’re bobbing in the bloodied waters of mass layoffs, clutching pink slips, screaming at the sky, “But I voted for you!”

It was always going to happen. That’s what sharks do. They don’t check your voter registration before they rip you to shreds.

THE WATER LOOKED CALM… THEN MARILYN O’BRIEN GOT PULLED UNDER

Marilyn O’Brien thought she was on the winning team. On February 12, 2025, she logged onto X (formerly Twitter, now a Musk-branded dystopia) and proudly declared:

“Thank God it’s finally happening. Let’s get rid of corruption and all the government waste.”

Four days later, the shark found her family. Her daughter, a longtime employee at Manistee National Forest, was suddenly out of a job. With the same fingers that had just typed out her glee over mass firings, Marilyn smashed out a new, slightly less celebratory message.

“My daughter is losing her job thanks to DOGE. I voted for President Trump three times. My daughter is a hard-working excellent worker for Manistee National Forest. She doesn’t work for DEI. She runs the office. I’m pissed.”

The shark did not pause for a moment of reflection. It did not say, “Wait, this one’s a loyal MAGA voter, let’s skip her.” The shark does not care. The shark only eats.

A VETERAN THOUGHT HE WAS SWIMMING IN SAFE WATERS—THEN CAME THE TEETH

Luke Graziani had spent twenty years in the Army. A disabled veteran. A patriot. A man who devoted his career to serving other veterans at the Bronx VA hospital.

Then, one morning, he walked into work and found out he was no longer employed. DOGE had fired him, along with thousands of other veterans who made the mistake of believing Trump when he said he “loves our troops.”

Shocked and confused, Luke uttered the phrase now echoing across conservative households nationwide:

“I voted for Donald Trump. But this is not what I was expecting.”

What was he expecting? A loyalty exemption? A special “I Voted for Trump” wristband that makes you layoff-proof? Sorry, Luke. That’s not how sharks work.

HE THOUGHT HE WAS PART OF THE CREW—NOW HE’S FLOATING FACE DOWN

Robert McCabe had spent his career at the IRS, working for the very government Trump had promised to “fix.” A dedicated Trump voter, McCabe never imagined that his job would be part of the purge.

Then he found himself staring at an unemployment form, wondering how the deep state could fire one of its own assassins. He admitted feeling “betrayed”, which is the word all these people seem to default to once the shark inevitably turns on them.

EVEN FOX NEWS CAN’T PLUG THE HOLES IN THIS SINKING SHIP

Even Jesse Watters—Trump’s human-shaped spray tan consultant—has started to sweat. After years of faithfully regurgitating every last MAGA talking point, he suddenly had concerns about the layoffs.

It turns out that one of his personal friends, a 20-year military veteran, was getting the DOGE treatment. Watters, visibly alarmed, tried to plead for mercy on Fox News.

“DOGE should spare them,” he said.

Oh, Jesse. Oh, sweet, simple Jesse. The shark does not spare.

THE MAGA MASSACRE: BLOOD IN THE WATER, AND THE SHARK IS STILL HUNGRY

This is not some targeted purge of woke bureaucrats. DOGE is ripping apart the very people who made Trump’s political career possible.

The federal workforce is being shredded, and Trump voters are overrepresented in it. Turns out, when you elect a man who promises to fire everybody, he will eventually fire you.

Government agencies have been gutted. FEMA is bleeding employees, just in time for the next hurricane. The FAA has lost hundreds of aviation safety experts, so maybe now is a great time to cancel that budget airline ticket. The USDA has been hacked to pieces, which is great news if you enjoy foodborne illnesses.

And let’s not forget NASA, where 1,500 employees were shown the door—because Musk has his own space program, and competition is for losers.

Even veterans—the holy grail of MAGA voters—have been massacred. Veterans disproportionately work in federal jobs, which means they disproportionately got laid off.

Two-thirds of veterans voted for Trump. Now, they’re learning an unpleasant truth: the shark does not salute.

FAFO: THEY LURED THE SHARK TO SHORE… AND IT ATE THEM FIRST

There is a universal law, an inescapable force of political physics, known as FAFO.

Marilyn O’Brien found out. Luke Graziani found out. Robert McCabe found out.

And yet, as hundreds of thousands of laid-off Trump voters cry into their rapidly diminishing 401(k)s, Trump is still standing on the shore, playing the role of Mayor Vaughn from JAWS.

“It’s going to be tremendous, folks. Nobody loves federal workers more than me.”

The shark keeps swimming. The bodies keep floating. The people of Amity Island are finally realizing:

They were the ones getting eaten all along.

(Fear and Loathing: Closer To The Edge)

[mymindcreatedthis]

Loser strips w Arsenal part 2 of 3 18+

Y/n x Leah Williamson x Steph Catley x Katie McCabe x Alessia Russo x Lia Walti x Frida Maanum x Lotte Wubben-Moy x Beth Mead

Sorry I had to make this 3 parts you guys. I had just finished lower strips w Arsenal part 2 and it’s 11,729 words long. It won’t let me do all of part 2 on here it’s part of the limit so I gotta make 3 parts.

Warning: Smut, Smut, Smut

Word count: 5.5k

*Y/n's Pov*

"Last one to strap or fuck Step loses their panties or boxers and bra." Leah says.

Steph blushes darkly she takes off her panties and gets on the bed. Leah and the others grab a bag, I take off my boxers as the girls take off their panties.

The girls slip on their straps and lube up their rubber dicks. Steph blushes as some of the girls had 10 and 11 inch dildos on.

I smirk as she blushes darkly and rubs her folds. "You like that baby? The sight of them with strap ons? I ask.

Steph blushes darkly and nods. "Yes they look so sexy with their straps."

Frida smirks, She lubes her dick up and joins Steph on the bed. Steph lays on her side, and lifts her leg up a bit. I smirk and slowly stroke my dick and watch them, Frida smirks she holds Steph's leg up a bit and slowly slides the rubber dick inside Steph.

Steph moans, Frida smirks and slowly thrusts in and out of Steph. Steph moans in pleasure, Frida smirks and thrusts in and out of her a bit faster.

Steph moans loudly in pleasure. Frida smirks and continues to strap Steph, after 5 minutes of strapping Steph Frida pulls out. Next up is Lia.

*Steph's Pov*

I moan as Lia lays on her side and slides the dildo inside me. I moan as I take the 11 inch dildo deep inside me.

"Mm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Lia smirks and thrusts in and out of me faster. I moan and grip her ass as she thrusts into me faster.

"Mmm fuck yes right there." I moan.

Lia leans in and makes out with me. I moan in the kiss as she continues to strap me. Fuck I'm about to cum and it's only been 10 minutes.

Another 5 minutes go by and Lia pulls out. Next up is Alessia, I moan as Alessia slides the 11 inch dildo in me.

"Fuck Lessi." I moan in pleasure.

I look over and see Y/n slowly stroking her dick. Fuck she was really hard, I wanted to feel her deep inside me and feel her cum inside me.

Alessia continues to thrust in and out of me a bit faster. I moan and squirt all over the sheets, and blankets. Some of my juices coat the dildo and on the ground.

Alessia giggles and pulls out. Next up is Beth, Beth flips me over and puts me in doggy position. Beth places one hand on my ass and pulls my hair with the other hand.

She slowly puts the rubber dick India's me and thrusts into me fast. "Fuck....Fuck....Fuck." I squeak out with each thrust.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan. I look at Y/n with pleading eyes. "Please daddy..., please let me cum." I beg.

Y/n smirks. "Cum baby, let go and cum for us." Y/n says.

I moan in pleasure as Beth slaps my ass and thrusts into me faster and faster. "F-Fuck Beth baby I'm close." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Beth moans and continues to fuck my pussy from behind. I scream in pleasure as the urge to cum gets stronger. Beth thrusts into me faster.

"Cum baby, cum all over my strap on." Beth says seductively.

I moan loudly in pleasure. I can't take it anymore, I let go and cum all over the strap on. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I cum.

Beth helps me ride out my high, I moan as Beth slowly pulls out. "Be a good girl lick and suck your juices off my strap." Beth says.

I do as she says.

*Beth's Pov*

I bit my lip I stand at the edge of the bed. Steph lays on her stomach, I bite my lip as Steph licks her cum off my strap.

"That's it baby, get every drop slut." I say.

I run my fingers through her hair, I bite my lip as Steph takes my strap in her mouth and starts bobbing her head.

"Mmm good girl, that's it suck my strap like the good slut you are." I say.

Steph hums against my dick abs continues to bob her head cleaning and licking up her sticky mess off my strap on.

*Steph's Pov*

Beth takes the strap out of my mouth. Next up is Leah, Leah lays me in missionary. Leah teases my folds with the rubber tip. Leah smirks and slowly slides the strap in me.

I moan as I take the 11 inch dildo deep inside me. Leah Leans down and makes out with me, I moan in the kiss as she slowly thrust in and out of me. I moan in the kiss as she goes a bit faster thrusting in and out of me.

Leah breaks the kiss, she rests her head against mine and looks me in the eyes as she thrusts in and out of me. Fuck this felt so good, she was really deep in there.

Leah kisses and sucks on my neck leaving hickys as she confirms to thrust in and out of me faster and faster.

"Fuck, fuck Leah right there, just like that." I moan in pleasure as the urge to cum gets stronger.

Leah continues to strap me, I moan as I get closer to cumming. "Fuck I'm gonna cum again." I moan in pleasure and squirts all over for a second time.

Leah and the girls giggle as I squirt. "Fuck baby you squirt like a fountain." Leah says.

I blush darkly at her comment. "Mmm fuck, I've never squirted before." I moan.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan loudly in pleasure as Leah counties to strap me hitting my g spot.

I can't take it anymore and cum. I cum all over Leah's strap, Leah moans and cums as well as the other end of the dildo pleasures her.

Leah helps me ride out my high, once I come down from my high Leah slowly pulls out of me.

Leah smiles and kisses me. "Good girl." She says.

I kiss her back and blush darkly at her comment. Next up is Y/n, Y/n smiles and moves me into doggy position. I bite my lip and shake my ass, Y/n bites her lip and checks out my ass.

She smirks, she joins me on the bed and moves behind me. I moan as Y/n slaps my ass. "Mmm fuck." I moan as she spanks my ass.

Y/n giggles and spanks my ass again. I moan as she teases my folds with her tip. "Mm y/n stop teasing and just put it in." I say.

We both moan as she slides her dick inside me. "Mmm fuck." I moan. I take a moment to adjust to her size.

Y/n giggles. "Tell me when to move baby."

I nod, and take another moment. "M-Move." I moan.

Y/n moans, she places her hand on my hip. She grabs my hair with her other hand, I moan as she pulls my hair and slowly thrusts in and out of me. Y/n moans and goes faster.

"Fuck...Fuck....Fuck." I squeak out with each thrust.

*Y/n's Pov*

We both moan in pleasure as I pull her hair and thrust in and out of her faster and faster.

"Fuck...Fuck....Fuck." Steph squeaks out with each thrust.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask teasing her.

Steph moans and nods. "Fuck yes, I love your dick deep inside me stretching me out."

Steph moans and throws her ass back against me as I continue to fuck her pussy from behind faster as I pull her hair. I pull her close to me, we both moan as this causes my dick to go deeper inside her.

Shit this is so good, I'm balls deep inside her. "Shit I don't think I'll last long baby ugh your grip is amazing." I moan loudly in pleasure.

The girls giggle and moan as they touch themselves and watch me fuck Steph. Steph giggles and moans throwing her ass back against me sliding back and forth on my dick faster helping me out.

"Mmm guess I should help you out and make you cum deep inside me huh?" Steph moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her pussy was tight and warm and felt like heaven.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Ugh shit... me too." Steph moans.

I moan loudly in pleasure as my balls slap against her skin and our moans fill the room.

I moan loudly in pleasure as her walls clench around me. Steph throws her ass back against me and slides back and forth on my dick faster and faster. Fuck she's really gonna make me cum.

"Ahhh Steph baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

Steph screams in pleasure and squirts for a third time. Steph squirts all over my dick, thighs and on my abs and all over the sheets.

"Steph baby, I'm really close." I moan.

I moan as I feel that's familiar feeling in my balls. "Cum daddy." "Fill that slut up with her seed." "Make her your cum dump." The girls moan and cheer as they touch themselves and watch me fuck Steph.

*Steph's 1st Creampie*

I can't take it anymore and bust my load deep inside her. Steph moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Steph moans as my cum continues to spurt and ooze inside her.

I smirk, I help Steph ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozes out of her and glazes her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

I smirk and spank her ass again. Steph moans as I slap her ass, I lean down and kiss her ass. I lick some of my cum off her folds and kiss her folds.

Steph moans as I do this, next up is Katie and then Leah. Steph giggles and moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her and drip onto the bed.

"Looks like you lost Lotte. Lost those panties and bra baby." Steph says.

Lotte nods, she blushes and takes off my bra and panties and toss them off to the side. We whistle and cheer.

Lotte giggles and shakes her head. "Shut up you dorks." Lotte says.

"Lotte pick the next task babe." Steph says.

Lotte nods and looks around the room. "Last one to ride Y/n's dick loses two pieces of clothing of Y/n's choice. Plus a Creampie." Lotte says.

I blush darkly, I take off my boxers and lay on the bed. I bite my lip and smirk as they take off their panties. Lia is the first one up.

Lia straddles me, I bite my lip as she lines my tip up with her entrance. She pushes the tip in and slowly sinks down on my dick. We both moan as Lia takes my length deep inside her.

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there daddy." Lia moans.

Lia moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size. Lia and I both moan as she slowly slides up and down. I moan and place my hands on hips as she slides up and down on my dick a bit faster.

"Mmm F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Lia moans and continues riding me for another 3 minutes. Lia moans and slowly slides off my dick. Next up is Steph.

Steph straddles me, she pushes my tip in and sinks down on my dick. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Steph moans she slowly slides up and down on my dick. "Mmm I feel so full with you deep inside me."

"C-Can I massage your tits babe?" I ask.

Steph smiles and nods. I moan as she slowly slides up and down on my dick. I massage her tits as she continues to slide up and down on my dick.

Steph moans as she rides my dick. She rides my dick for another 3 minutes and then slowly slides off my dick.

Next up is Lotte, Lotte wastes no time taking my dick deep inside her. I moan and place my hands on her ass, and squeeze her ass.

"Mmm fuck, so tight and wet." I moan.

Lotte smiles and moans as I squeeze her ass. Lotte moans and slides up and down on my dick a bit faster.

The girls moan and touch themselves as they watch each other take turns and ride my dick.

"Mmm fuck I'm close." Lotte moans.

She moans loudly in pleasure. I smirk. "Let go baby, cum for us." I say.

Lotte moans and let's go. I smirk as I feel her cum in my dick. Lotte's legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she cums. I smirk and help her ride out her high, once Lotte comes down from her high she slowly slides off my dick.

Next up is Beth, then Frida, then Leah, I moan as Katie immediately takes my length deep inside her. We both moan as she starts riding me, the urge to cum gets stronger.

Katie moans and roughly massages my tits as she rides my dick. After 3 minutes of riding me Katie's moans and slides off my dick, next us Alessia I smirk as she is the last one to ride my dick.

We both moan as she takes me deep inside her. I moan and place my hands on her hips.

Alessia moans as she takes my dick deep inside her. Alessia moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size. Alessia moans and places her hands on my tits steading herself.

Alessia moans and slowly slides up and down on my dick. I moan and squeeze Alessia's ass and spank it, Alessia moans as I squeeze her ass and spank it.

"Mm F-Fuck." Alessia moans.

"Mmm fuck so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

Alessia moans as I squeeze and spank her ass again. "Mmm feels so good." She moans.

We both moan as she slides up and down on my dick faster and harder. We both moan, her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure as the urge to cum gets stronger.

Alessia cutely smiles and moans she pins my hands above my head and continues to ride me. I moan in pleasure my breathing gets heavier letting the girls know that I'm close to cumming.

"Cum daddy." "Fill that slut up with your load." "Make her your cum dump." The girls moan and as they watch me fuck Alessia and touch themselves.

I moan, my dick was throbbing. I really needed a release. I bite my lip as my precum leaks inside her letting her know that I'm about to cum inside her.

Alessia smiles and moans as my precum oozes inside her. "Fuck yes, please pump me full of cum." Alessia moans begging me for my load.

I moan in pleasure as she continues to ride me. "Ugh f-fuck Lessi baby I'm gon-" I'm unable to warn her in time.

*Alessia's 1st creampie*

I can't take it anymore, Alessia slams her ass down. I moan and cum deep inside her, Alessia moans and cums all over my dick.

We both moan as my cum oozes and spurts inside her and paint her walls white. Alessia moans and slowly slides up and down on my dick as she helps me ride out my high.

She helps me ride out my high, the last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her. Alessia smirks and moans.

"Fuck that was amazing." She moans.

I smile at her comments. We both moan as she slowly slides off my dick. Thick cum immediately oozes out of her. Cum glazes her folds. Cum drips onto my dick and onto my thighs, and onto the sheets.

Alessia lays on the bed and moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her and onto the bed. I giggle and kiss her, Alessia smiles and kisses back.

"Take a moment and catch your breath. Once you catch your breath we will continue playing the game." I say.

Alessia nods, she takes a couple minutes to catch her breath. I smile. "Your turn to pick the next task baby." I say.

Alessia smiles and nods, she looks around the room and thinks for a moment. She looks at Steph and smirks.

"Last three to ride Steph face loses the rest of their clothing." Alessia says.

Steph smirks, she takes her panties off and sets them off to the side. Steph smirks and lays on the bed.

Alessia smirks, the rest of us takes off our panties or boxers. Alessia is the first one to ride Steph's face, Alessia roughly massages her tits as she rides and grinds against Steph's face.

Steph wraps her arms around Alessia's thighs as Alessia rides her face, Alessia rides Steph's face for 3 minutes and then stops.

Next up is Beth, Beth wastes no time and immediately starts riding Steph's face and grinds against her face Beth moans and grabs her tits.

"G-Gah fuck." Beth moans in pleasure.

I giggle at Beth's reaction and get hard as I watch Beth ride and grind against Steph's face. Beth rides Steph's face for 3 minutes and then stops.

Next up is me, I smirk and put my dick in her mouth. Steph chokes abs gags a bit as she takes my dick in her mouth.

My tip hits the back of her throat. I moan, Steph places her hands on my ass. I moan and slowly throat fuck her and throw my head back.

"Mmm f-fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Steph chokes and gags a bit. She bobs her head slowly helping me out, as I throat fuck her. The girls moans and touch themselves as they watch me throat fuck Steph.

Spit and drool drip down her chin and coats her tits. I moan and throat fuck her a bit faster, Steph chokes and gags a bit as I throat fuck her a bit faster.

"Mmm fuck, I'm close." I moan in pleasure as the urge to cum gets stronger.

"Go head and cum daddy." Alessia says.

I moan after 5 more minutes I feel that familiar feeling in my balls. I quickly take my dick out of Steph's mouth and quickly stroke it.

*Cumshot/Facial*

I moan loudly in pleasure, I can't take it anymore and cum. Ropes of thick sticky warm cum shoots onto her face and in her mouth. Cum coats her face.

Thick cum coats her forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, eyes and eyelids and goes in her hair. I moan and slowly stroke my dick, coming down from my high.

The last of my cum oozes and spurts onto her face, in her mouth and on her tits.

I bite my lip and giggle as I admire Steph's cum covered tits and face. "Mmm good girl." I say.

Steph giggles and blushes darkly at my comment. Next up is Frida, the Lotte. Lia, Leah and Katie were the last ones to grind against Steph's face.

I smile and help Steph get cleaned up and wipe the cum off her face with one of the shorts that was near by.

I smile and kiss her. Steph smiles against my lips and kisses back. "Pick the next task Katie." I say.

Katie nods and looks around the room. "Last one to strap or fuck Frida loses their boxers or panties." Katie says.

Frida blushes darkly, she takes off her panties and lays on the bed in Missonary. I smirk and bite my lip, Frida bites her lip and spreads her legs. The girls and I take off our boxers and panties.

*Frida's Pov*

I bite my lip and get more wet and turned on as the girls slip on their strap ons and lube up their rubber dicks.

I smirk as I see that Y/n is rock hard. First up is Lotte, I bite my lip as she rubs the rubber tip through my folds. I moan as Lotte slowly slides the rubber dick inside me.

I moan as I take the 10 inch dildo deep inside me. I moan as I take the 10 inch dildo deep inside me.

"Mmm F-Fuck, you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure.

Lotte Cutely giggles. "Tell me when to move."

I nod, I take a moment to adjust to her size. "M-Move."

Lotte smirks, I moan as she slowly thrusts in and out of me. "Mmm F-Fuck." I moan.

I wrap my legs around her. Lotte hovers over me, I moan as she kisses my neck and thrusts into me faster and faster. Lotte moans in pleasure as the other end of the dildo pleasure her as well.

We both moan as she strap me, Lotte straps me for another 5 minutes and then pulls out. Next up is Lia, I moan as Lia wastes no time sliding the 12 inch dildo inside me.

I moan as I take her dildo deep inside me. Lia smirks and slowly thrusts into and out of me. I moan in pleasure as Lia picks up the pace and thrusts into and out of me faster.

Lia moans as the other end of the dildo pleasure has as well. Lia straps me for another 5 minutes and then pulls out. Next up is Katie, Katie slides her dildo inside me and thrusts into me fast and Hard.

I gasp and moan and grip the sheets. "Ahhh I'm gonna squirt!" I shout in pleasure.

I moan and squirt all over Katie's abs, on her dildo, and all over the sheets. Katie and the girls giggle as I squirt.

"Fuck it feels so good." I cry out in pleasure.

Katie smirks and continues to strap me then pulls out. Steph is next, then Beth and then Y/n.

*Y/n's Pov*

I smirk, I bite my lip and join Frida on the bed. I was rock hard and throbbing, and desperately needed a release. I smirk and slide my dick inside Frida.

Frida gasps and moans as she takes all 11 inches deep inside her. "Holy shit. You're really deep in there, I feel so full with you deep inside me." Frida moans.

I smirk and slowly thrust in and out of her. Some of my precum leaks inside her after thrusting in and out of Frida for 5 minutes, I slowly pull out of her.

I notice Frida is super tense. "You okay Love?"

"....I need to cum, I was about to cum when you pulled out." Frida says sexually frustrated.

I smirk and look over at Katie."can I help her cum?"

Katie smirks and shrugs. "Sure why not, finish inside her as well baby. I can tell you're throbbing and need a release." She says.

I blush darkly and nod. Frida giggles. "Go head baby fill me up with your thick warm load." Frida says seductively.

I smile and nod and slide my dick back inside her. "Mmm fuck so tight and wet." I moan.

I lean down and make out with her as I slowly thrust in and out of her. Frida moans in moans in the kiss as I fuck her.

Frida moans, her walls clench around me letting me know that she's close to cumming.

"Let go baby. Be a good girl and cum." I moan.

Frida moans and let's go. Frida cumming sends me over the edge.

*Frida's 1st Creampie*

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Frida moans as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

I help Frida ride out her high, the last of my cum oozing and spurting inside her.

"Mmm fuck there's so much." Frida cutely moans.

Once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. The girls gasp and moan and touch themselves as they watch me thrust in and out of Frida slowly pumping her full of cum.

I slowly pull out of her, thick cum oozes out of her. Cum glazes her fold, cum drips down her folds and oozes onto the sheets.

Friday lays there on the bed panting and moaning as my cum continues to ooze out of her and onto the bed.

Frida lays there panting and trying to catch her breath. I smile. "Catch your breath baby. We'll continue once you catch your breath."

Frida smiles and nods and takes a moment to catch her breath. Frida looks at Alessia and Leah.

"You two lost. I'm gonna spice it up, Leah you're already naked." Frida smirks. "Make out with Alessia and slide her panties off as you guys kiss." Frida says.

Leah smirks, Alessia blushes darkly. Leah smirks and makes out with Alessia. Alessia is shocked at first but starts kissing back.

Leah lays Alessia on the bed and slides Alessia's panties off as they make out. Leah breaks the kiss and smiles.

"Your turn to pick the next task babe." Leah says.

Alessia nods and looks around the room. She looks at Lotte and smirks. "Last one to grind their pussy against Lotte's loses a piece of clothing of Lotte's choice." Alessia says.

Lotte smirks, her and the girls take off their panties. The first one up is Leah, Lotte and Leah move onto the bed. Lotte moans as Leah places her pussy against hers. They both moans in pleasure as they grind their pussies together.

I moan and get hard as I watch them do this. Katie smirks, she wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick.

I moan in pleasure as she does this, Leah and Lotte moan in pleasure as they grind their pussies together.

"Fuck it I cannot resist my urges." Katie says.

Katie grabs my hand and leads to the bed. I giggle and bite my lip as and she pushes me back onto the bed, Katie joins me on the bed and straddles me.

Katie lines my tip up with her entrance. Katie pushes the tip in and slowly sinks down on my dick. Katie and I both moan in pleasure as she takes my length deep inside her.

I moan as her walls immediately clench around me. I moan and place my hands on her hips, Katie moans and slowly slides up and down on my dick.

We both moan in pleasure. "Mmm fuck, you feel so good inside me." Katie moans.

I smirk and moan, Katie grips my tits steading herself as she slides up and down on my dick faster.

"Mmm f-fuck. Feels so good." I moan.

Katie gasps and moans as I spank her ass. Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. Her tits bounce up and down as she continues to ride me faster and harder.

By now we had stopped playing the game cause we were really turned on. The girls giggle and moan, they touch themselves as they watch Katie ride my cock.

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Katie moans loudly in pleasure and massages my tits as she continues to ride me. "Fuck daddy, it feels so good." Katie cries out in pleasure.

Katie screams in pleasure and squirts, her juices go on my Abs, thighs, on my dick and on my sheets.

Katie moans as my dick hits her g spot as she rides my dick faster and harder than before.

"Katie baby, ugh slow down I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Cum baby." Katie says seductively. "Cum in my pussy, you deserve a release daddy." Katie moans.

I moan and squeeze her ass, I moan grip the sheets. Fuck her pussy felt so good, I blush darkly and bite my lip as my precum leaks inside her letting her know that I was close to cumming.

Katie cutlet giggles. "Someone's close, you gonna unload your seed in my pussy?" Katie asks seductively.

Katie moans loudly in pleasure and squirts a second time all over my abs, dick, thighs and all over the sheets.

"Katie baby, ugh I'm gonna cum." I moan.

"Me too." Katie moans.

*Katie's Pov*

Katie slams her ass down. "F-Fuck." I moan, Katie cums all over my dick. I moan in pleasure as cum begins oozing and shooting out of my dick and filling up her entrance, filling her up to the brim.

Katie moans. "I feel so full."

Katie slowly slides off my dick, my dick falls limp. Cum oozes out of her and oozes onto my abs and onto the sheets.

I giggle and kiss Katie deeply, Katie smiles against my lip and kisses back. She lays there on the bed and moans in pleasure as my cum continues to ooze out of her and onto the bed.

Next up was Leah. Katie gets off the bed, Leah joins me on the bed and lays in Missionary. I hover over her, I smile and kiss her.

We both moan in pleasure as I tease her folds with my tip. Leah grabs hold of my dick and guides me into her pussy. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Leah moans as she takes my length deep inside her. "Mmm f-fuck." Leah moans.

I smile and kiss her, Leah smiles against my lips and kisses back.

"Such a slut for daddy's dick and cum. One Creampie wasn't enough for you, you were craving a second one." I tease her as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

"Mmm yes, I need more of that cum in my pussy." Leah moans.

Leah rests her head against mine, she blushes darkly as she sees her stomach bulge.

"Mmm fuck that's so sexy." Leah moans as she blushes and places her hand on her stomach bulge. "Mmm I can feel your tip moving in my stomach." Leah moans.

Leah wraps her legs around my waist and holds me close to her leg trapping me so I can't pull out. I moan as I thrust in and out of her faster and faster.

"Mmm so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure. I lean down and hide my face in her neck as I continue to thrust in and out of her.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Leah moans and scratches me back.

"Mm fuck." She moans, her toes curl as I'm balls deep inside her fucking her brains out.

I moan, I go at an angle and start to pound her g spot.

"Oh fuck, right there. Right there." Leah moans loudly in pleasure. "Ahh I'm gonna squirt."

I thrust into her faster and faster. Leah's tits bounce up and down Leah moans loudly in pleasure and squirts like crazy, her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she squirts like crazy.

"Ahh fuck." Leah moans as I continue to pound her g spot going even faster and harder than before.

"Fuck....right....there....daddy." Leah squeaks out with each thrust.

"Mmm so fucking good, I don't think I can last much longer. Your grip is amazing." I moan in pleasure.

Leah smirks and moans and leg traps me. "Cum in me baby, bust your seed in my pussy." Leah moans.

I smirk as I feel her walls clench around me letting me know that she was close to cumming.

"Let go baby. Be a good girl and cum for us." I moan as I continue to fuck her tight wet pussy.

I feel myself getting closer to cumming. I moan as my precum leaks inside her letting her know that I was about to cum.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Leah moans.

I make out with her as I feel her juices on my abs and dick as we kiss. I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

*Leah's 2nd Creampie*

I couldn't take it anymore. After one final thrust cum oozes and shoots out of my dick filling up her entrance, filling her up to the brim.

Leah moans and cums all over my dick. After one final kiss I slowly pull out. Cum oozes out of her, cum drips and runs down her folds and oozes onto the bed.

I smirk and slap her sensitive clit. Leah moans in pleasure, Leah gets off the bed and lays with Katie on the floor. Leah moans as Katie makes out with her and teases her cum covered folds with her finger.

I smirk and watch Katie do this. I bite my lip and look at Alessia, I smirk and motion her over with my finger. Alessia blushes darkly.

"Get on the bed and gets on all fours slut." I say.

To be continued In part 3!

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Termite Terrace Club - February 10th

Happy Birthday Norman McCabe.

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