#beatles slash

[harrisonyaoi]

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

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

[margueritedaisies]

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

@cherriiramen this was what Ive been telling you about btw

Based on one fic I read here on tumblr

[bloodybeatlesfreak]

bottom george harrison supremacy

[makzmollpol]

Keep calm and ship McHarrison 🩷

[bobdylans116thdream]

McHarrison, 43

are you sure this is your first time?

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

WARNING: NSFW

“Bloody cord, c’mon…”

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

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

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

“Focus,” Paul scolded himself. 

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

George’s.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So. Ye wanted to try somethin’?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[misternibbs]

look who's inside again

interpret this however you feel. originally planned/initially started on the release day of tiny uke, it just reminded me a lot of icimi and bo burnham's inside, so i did this.

also please ignore the fact that I spelt surrounded wrong I can't spell for shit

separate images/process/linework below!

hey I actually spelt it right in the previous versions tf. dang

[starsail]

John/Paul in Rishikesh

[billyshearsyaoi]

I'm confused are they yaoi

[margueritedaisies]

Some Lennison anyone?

Here is Satyr! John in his natural habitat trying to court a potential partner but failing miserably

Additional McHarrison finally meeting in my Shepherd x Nymph AU . George learns how to disguise himself into a human

John flirting and complimenting on George's performance earlier. Meanwhile Paul being overprotective of Geo and feeling a bit jealous because of John👀👀

Some nsfw-ish Lennison down below😳💖

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[bloodybeatlesfreak]

making it my mission to write as much poly beatles as possible I will get that fic count up folks

[bobdylans116thdream]

Starring with 29

(anon sent "starrison" in a different message!)

i never knew you could make such sweet sounds. me either.

1966

“Lock the door, Richie, c’mon…” 

George and Ringo hurried into their shared hotel room, high on adrenaline from their last show. The energy had been incredible, full of energy from the fans. Okay, so it had been loud to the point where they couldn’t hear themselves, but still. The energy was palpable. And it was going to be a very late night. And they knew exactly what to do with all of this energy. 

Ringo quickly locked the door behind him. He was excited, yes, but he was also slightly nervous. Usually, George was the one that took charge of things in the bedroom, but tonight, Ringo felt bold. In one quick move, Ringo had George pinned against the wall. George smirked up at him with a wicked, lusty glint in his eyes. 

“Feelin’ bold tonight, eh?” George teased. 

“Mm,” Ringo hummed as he ran his hands down George’s body, resting them teasingly on his lover’s belt. “Can’t help it, watchin’ you on that stage, so fuckin’ sexy, y’know? Been wantin’ to get me hands on ye all night…”

Before George could reply, Ringo had him in a deep, heated kiss. It caught George by surprise, but it didn’t take long for him to melt into it, sliding his tongue into Ringo’s mouth. They stayed like that for a few moments, teeth nipping at lips and tongues gliding over each other in desperation as the tension grew. Ringo groaned into the kiss. He was hot. Far too hot. He pulled away and took off his jacket, haphazardly tossing it into the room, George quickly following suit. 

“Bed,” Ringo said breathlessly, a heated demand. “And get rid of all those clothes…”

George didn’t need to be told twice. Both men hurried to the large bed, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake. And he knew that Ringo was in charge tonight. Which was incredibly sexy to him as well. He palmed his half-hard cock through his underwear, pressing up to try and get some friction as Ringo straddled George’s thighs. 

“Mm, did I say you could do that?” Ringo teased, rubbing at his chin. George shook his head. “Didn’t think so… I also said I wanted all of your clothes off, did I not?”

George nodded and looked down. “Can’t finish with you straddlin’ me like that, now can I?” 

Ringo obliged the subtle request, moving aside so George could lift his hips and pull off his underpants. He nearly moaned when he saw George’s cock, thick and nearly fully hard. Part of him wanted to suck George off right there, but he’d waited too long to get his hands on his lover just to give him some head. He wanted more. And with both of them already turned on from adrenaline and lust, there was no need for much foreplay. Normally, Ringo enjoyed foreplay, teasing or being teased until he couldn’t take it anymore, but tonight, he was glad they didn’t need it. 

Ringo opened the nightstand drawer and found the small bottle of lube he’d brought with him, sitting back and uncapping the bottle so he could coat his fingers in the slick substance. He knew he was big and that George didn’t bottom all that often, so he would make sure to prep him thoroughly. 

“Safe word?” Ringo asked.

“Red,” George said. 

“Good boy,” Ringo replied.

He felt his cock twitch when George bit his lip at that response. He knew George had a strong praise kink, so of course, he brought it into play now. Rubbing George’s chest to help him relax, Ringo pressed the tip of his index finger against George’s hole and slowly slid the tip into him. George tensed slightly.

“Shh, love, it’s me, relax…” Ringo breathed as he slowly slid more into him. “That’s it… you’re doing so good, love…”

George moaned as Ringo thrust his finger in and out, moving it side to side to start stretching him. It was a slight sting, but nothing too painful… and then… 

“Fuck!” 

Ringo found George’s prostate, gently massaging the little bundle of nerves and sending jolts of pleasure over George’s body. It felt incredible, making George crave more, more, more… but before he could get too worked up, Ringo began to slide another finger in to join the first one. He gave George a few more moments to adjust before spreading his fingers apart, really opening him up. He scissored them, delighting in each whimper and moan that he got from his lover. He was achingly hard but had just a bit more to go before George was ready.  Or until George deemed himself ready.

“Richie, please, just fuck me,” George begged as he pressed back against Ringo’s fingers, trying to guide them towards his prostate again. 

“Sure you’re ready?”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure I’m ready, just please…” George whined, gripping the sheets in desperation. “Need you. Need you inside me. Please…”

Ringo chuckled. George knew better than anyone, he supposed. He pulled his fingers out, leaving George whining at the empty feeling. Ringo grabbed the bottle and slicked his cock thoroughly with a deep moan. He wanted to slam into him, but he knew it would take some adjustment on George’s end, no matter how prepared he was. 

Ringo lined up, pressing the head of his cock at George’s hole. He slowly slid into George, hissing softly at the warmth and tightness. No matter how many times they fucked, this would always feel incredible. He gave George a few moments to adjust to the sensation before pulling out almost all the way and slamming into him with a groan. Ringo quickly established a steady rhythm with his thrusts as George wrapped his long legs around Ringo’s waist. 

And George, oh fuck. George was a needy mess beneath Ringo, gasping and moaning with each powerful thrust. And the sounds were oh, so sweet, music to Ringo’s ears. Part of him was amused. Who knew The Quiet Beatle was so noisy in bed? The other, more significant part was aroused, using those noises as encouragement. And he knew just how to get more. 

As he slammed into George, Ringo carefully leaned down and kissed down George’s neck, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin below the collarbone. And sure enough, George’s moans got even needier, higher-pitched, and breathless as his body began to tense. 

“Fuck, Ringo, fuck, fuck, yes, c’mon, please… more… ‘m so close… please…” 

Ringo shifted his angle some, slamming into his prostate with each powerful thrust. George moaned constantly, desperate to cum… Ringo was close too, but he wanted his love to come first. And how better than to praise him?

“Cum for me…” Ringo whispered, giving George one last nip on his neck. “You’ve done so good, love, c’mon and let go…”

“Fuck, oh, god, fuck, Ringo…!” 

Arching off the bed, George came hard all over his own stomach, a string of incoherent moans and swears escaping from his mouth as he rode out his powerful orgasm. Ringo followed shortly after, quickly pulling out and shooting his own release onto George’s chest, George’s name the only word on his lips. 

Both men rode out their aftershocks, gasping for breath as they collapsed wordlessly onto the bed, unable to speak or move. God. They’d really, really needed that. When he felt like he could walk without falling, Ringo got up and grabbed a rag from the bathroom, soaking it in warm water. He went back to the bed and smiled at the sight. George, completely blissed out, smiling dazedly at him. 

“Hello, handsome,” Ringo said gently as he carefully cleaned their combined releases off of George’s chest. 

“Hello yerself,” George teased. 

Chuckling, Ringo took the rag back to the bathroom and joined George on the bed, softly kissing his cheek as he pulled George into his arms. 

“I never knew you could make such sweet sounds,” Ringo said with a grin.

“Me either.”

“We’ll have to see what other sounds you can make.” 

George gave him a teasing, playful smirk. “Good thing we’ve got all night then…”

Ringo kissed George deeply and lovingly. They did have all night to explore each other, but for now, he was content to hold the man he loved in his arms. He sighed happily. Yeah. This was perfect.

[beatle-george-smut]

Suggestions welcome.

[margueritedaisies]

McHarrison with Fem!George✨💗🎸

[bloodybeatlesfreak]

come get y'alls George centric poly!beatles fic!!! ( @illogicalconclusions , this one's for you!)

[johnlennonsdih]

a little bit of this a little bit of that

[beatle-george-smut]

What do you think Hazza’s biggest turn-on is?

Thinking about Bob Dylan. The true love of his life.