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i swear he’s the prettiest man i’ve ever seen
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♡ Happy Birthday to John and Sean Lennon ♡
Imagine Paul looking up at you and smiling innocently while eating your cunt
And then wiping his chin with the back of his hand while his grin turns into something a little more devilish 😚
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You sexy thing, you!
summary: You come to class in the shortest little skirt and Professor Lennon is so distracted he can barely teach. Afterwards, he tries taking matters into his own hands… only to be interrupted by the very subject of his fantasy.
prompt: my own fucking post, bc I have no self-control warnings: oral sex, dirty talk, professor kink… this is basically porn and I’m not sorry. oh also there’s dante’s inferno discourse, if that’s upsetting to anyone
i have nothing to say. this is filth. see y’all in the second circle of hell lmao (also, can you spot the 🥪 hint?)
i was gonna schedule this for 9 am or something but… apparently some of y’all are still awake if my notifs are any indication. so. enjoy. it’s almost 4 am for me
This is so, so wrong.
You’re not that much younger than John, with you in your early twenties and him just approaching thirty. Still, he’s your professor. You’re his student. There’s an unspoken taboo about the whole thing, a clear line that should never be towed. John’s a rational man—after all, he’s a Literature professor—and he knows these things in his head. They’re as clear as day, as obvious as Brontë’s warnings against forbidden love throughout Wuthering Heights.
All that rationality flies out the window when you come into class this morning wearing a short skirt that makes John almost drop his chalk.
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John Lennon with an elephant
summary: You come to class in the shortest little skirt and Professor Lennon is so distracted he can barely teach. Afterwards, he tries taking matters into his own hands… only to be interrupted by the very subject of his fantasy.
prompt: my own fucking post, bc I have no self-control warnings: oral sex, dirty talk, professor kink… this is basically porn and I’m not sorry. oh also there’s dante’s inferno discourse, if that’s upsetting to anyone
i have nothing to say. this is filth. see y’all in the second circle of hell lmao (also, can you spot the 🥪 hint?)
i was gonna schedule this for 9 am or something but… apparently some of y’all are still awake if my notifs are any indication. so. enjoy. it’s almost 4 am for me
This is so, so wrong.
You’re not that much younger than John, with you in your early twenties and him just approaching thirty. Still, he’s your professor. You’re his student. There’s an unspoken taboo about the whole thing, a clear line that should never be towed. John’s a rational man—after all, he’s a Literature professor—and he knows these things in his head. They’re as clear as day, as obvious as Brontë’s warnings against forbidden love throughout Wuthering Heights.
All that rationality flies out the window when you come into class this morning wearing a short skirt that makes John almost drop his chalk.
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21 yr old Paul hits different 😔👊
He does, he DOES idk why 😭
summary: Nothing could have prepared Paul for what he sees when he opens the door. There are papers all over the floor, as though someone had swept them all off in a hurry. But that’s not what catches his eye. It’s the sight of you, bent over the desk so prettily on your elbows while John fucks you from behind.
prompt: ok i loved your story BUT what if professor mccartney DID walk in on them ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) warnings: threeway, oral sex, s e x, some spanking, professor kinks galore, little bit of voyeurism
well. here’s the mclennon sandwich y’all asked for. part two of this
Something is… off with John.
Paul has never seen his boyfriend so distracted. When they go out for lunch, Paul has to repeat what says two or three times before John snaps out of it and actually listens. And, not to toot his own horn, but Paul is pretty charismatic. It’s why so many bright-eyed freshmen flock to his art history classes, hoping to get a hour just listening to his voice, ogling his pretty smile… only to shuffle out with failing marks. Paul’s class is hard and he’s not afraid to be upfront about it—it’s not his fault if the students are too busy daydreaming about his eyes to listen.
Anyway, the point is that something has been on John’s mind. Paul is determined to figure it out, especially because whenever he tries bringing it up, John gets almost… flustered. And John Lennon does not do flustered. He’s usually the one making others blush. Together, they’re quite the pair.
It’s probably one of the other professors, Paul thinks. They have an open relationship, so Paul doesn’t mind. He just wishes John would tell him who it is that’s got his head in the clouds.
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summary: You come to class in the shortest little skirt and Professor Lennon is so distracted he can barely teach. Afterwards, he tries taking matters into his own hands… only to be interrupted by the very subject of his fantasy.
prompt: my own fucking post, bc I have no self-control warnings: oral sex, dirty talk, professor kink… this is basically porn and I’m not sorry. oh also there’s dante’s inferno discourse, if that’s upsetting to anyone
i have nothing to say. this is filth. see y’all in the second circle of hell lmao (also, can you spot the 🥪 hint?)
i was gonna schedule this for 9 am or something but… apparently some of y’all are still awake if my notifs are any indication. so. enjoy. it’s almost 4 am for me
This is so, so wrong.
You’re not that much younger than John, with you in your early twenties and him just approaching thirty. Still, he’s your professor. You’re his student. There’s an unspoken taboo about the whole thing, a clear line that should never be towed. John’s a rational man—after all, he’s a Literature professor—and he knows these things in his head. They’re as clear as day, as obvious as Brontë’s warnings against forbidden love throughout Wuthering Heights.
All that rationality flies out the window when you come into class this morning wearing a short skirt that makes John almost drop his chalk.
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JOHN LENNON as GRIPWEED in HOW I WON THE WAR (1967) dir. Richard Lester
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