Stealing Graham's Glasses At Abbey Road Studios You Are Notttt Paul Mccartney

waaahhh!!

john, paul and george in every beatles movie:

oh man i love my little hobbies and getting into shenanigans

ringo's subplot:

Stupid chud john and his stupid weed smoking girlfriends

mi amor: george x reader

request: I just read the accent kink anon and now I need something like that in my life, because all I can think about is George groaning while you whisper something to him in Spanish and he just can’t control himself 😉 Whenever you have the chance could you whip something like that up? a/n: ive had this in my drafts for the longest time oops. i acc have so many unfinished fics in my drafts oopsies. smut: smut, nothing out of this world word count: 733

It all started out as an honest mistake. Really, truly, just a mistake. You had accidentally closed the cabinet door on your finger and had loudly sworn in Spanish as you held your finger tightly. George had popped into the kitchen with a look of concern.

"What was that, darling?" he had asked.

You had continued grumbling in Spanish about how it hurt, clearly unaware of what language you were speaking in. Or the effect it was having on George, completely unaware of the way his face changed into a devilish grin.

He went to stand behind you, head peering over your shoulder as you placed your finger under a steady stream of cold water, still muttering complaints in your native language. His chin rested on your shoulder and only then did you notice him and - with a quick look behind you - his grin.

Then, maybe - and just maybe - did it morph from an honest mistake to a playful mistake. You changed your voice, getting rid of the annoyance and replacing it with a much lower and slower tone. You remained focused on your finger, which no longer hurt, in order to not give yourself away.

And then, to top it all off, you called him Jorge; his name in Spanish.

He couldn't control himself then. He spun you around, strong hands on your waist, and turned off the tap. Your injured finger was long forgotten. The way he looked down at you made you shiver. That look of pure hunger for you.

"Hmm?" he asked, his fingers drawing gentle circles on your exposed waist.

"¿Qué?" you replied, almost a challenge.

George quirked an eyebrow and stepped even closer to you. You bit your lip to hide your surprise at his boner and raised both eyebrows, feigning confusion.

"¿Qué pasa mi amor?" you raised your hand and brushed his hair away from his face, tucking it safely behind his ear.

"I think you know que pasa." he said, completely butchering the pronouciation.

You giggled, you couldn't help it, and clearly, he couldn't either.

He picked you up, making you squeal, and took you out the kitchen. You fought back a grin, excited at the prospect of a riled up George. He took you to the bedroom and dropped you on the bed, immediately climbing on top of you.

His lips were on yours in an instant. He started bucking his hips against yours, pressing himself where you needed him most. You wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed him back, sneaking in Spanish words between kisses.

Each word made him groan more and more, it didn't matter what you were saying. He was quite literally feral, couldn't control himself. He pulled your pants and underwear down in one motion and freed himself from his pants.

Just as quickly as he had gotten both of you exposed, he slipped himself into you. It hurt a bit at first but his kisses and moans were making you hornier by the second.

"Fuck, darling, I love it when you talk like that." he groaned into his ear, slamming himself into you.

You moaned his name in Spanish again and smiled at the way you felt his body shuddered against you. You never knew why he reacted like this but you didn't care, it was just another weapon in your arsenal. Another means to get whatever you pleased.

You slipped your hand into his shirt, dragging your nails down his back, and called him sweet names in Spanish, one after the other. George couldn't stop moaning.

"I'm gonna cum." he said.

You encouraged him in Spanish, and soon his movements became erratic. You squeezed your legs around him, moaning as you felt your own high coming.

You continued whispering in your native language in his ear as you both came down from your high. George fell onto you, his weight welcoming and comforting.

"Holy fuck, love." he finally huffed, head resting on your chest. He kissed your exposed breasts, you could feel his eyelashes against you as his eyes fluttered closed.

"Did you like that, mi amor?" you asked as you played with his hair.

He lazily rose his head from your chest and raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

"No se, por algo pregunto."

And even though it was just a random sentence, George's eyes mischievously lit up at the sound of your voice.

CARALHO NO MADS QUASE GOZEI. AMEI

[✴] como o cillian e o mads usam dumbfication...

o cillian faz sem querer. em momentos cotidianos, não é pra te diminuir, longe disso, ele só quer te mostrar uma música nova ou te explicar sobre algo que você não sabe, e toda vez que acontece você fica meio afetada. ele não entende de primeira, mas como um bom observador ele junta as peças e pouco a pouco vai metendo um pouco de dumbfication enquanto ele te come, coisas bem sutis mesmo até ele pegar gosto e meter um "ninguém nem imagina que você é uma puta burrinha, né? que ama levar pau até parar de pensar..." numa voz bem mancinha.

agora o mads faz de propósito, e dá pra saber já que além das palavras ele abre um sorriso no canto dos lábios, te olhando como se você fosse estúpida demais pra entender as coisas simples. e ele percebe isso logo, e vai brincando com isso pra ver se ele entendeu mesmo e dependendo da situação (lê-se quando ele tá socando o pau em você até você esquecer o seu nome) ele propositalmente fala uma coisa mais complicada, para quando você obviamente não entende, sorri de canto e pergunta "quer que eu repita? eu tô metendo na sua buceta, mas tá afetando a sua cabecinha..."

just started my kenji sato era omg he's so hot i wanna scream.

where i can find a Daisuke on my city.

Y/N: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized

Daisuke: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to his knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Y/N: That one! I want that one!

NOOOOOOOOOOII

Stood up

When you meet someone so beautiful that you forget to utter proper coherent sentences

CUTEEEEEE

ugh those guys