#mcfraser

(✿°▽°)┍ ʚїɞ is this flirting?

him just casually being in the middle of everything and then leaving with paul hanging on his elbow was so messy. Insane aura

I'm OK with gay people, too, because I'm essentially comfortable with my sexuality. I can goof around with gay people. I sort of know who I am by now.  And it's about time.

Our fic with darling @skyearth85 for @sasreversebang is finally out! 🎉🎉🥰🥰🥰

inspired by our love for dogs <333

After the boat and the landing however, finding Bill alone in a corner of the nave is the most sacrilegious of blessings, caging his long tense body there, fitting one of his knees in between his thighs and whispering sweet nothings into his ear, hands grasping for sharp hipbones and sharper jutting vertebrae. Tight lipped kisses had come in kind, lips pressed against lips that had soon turned into teeth clattering and making Jock growl, doing a terrible job at not biting and kissing every inch of Bill on sight. He had sucked his cock then and there, made this boy who was all skin and bones shiver and whimper, all that composure melting under Jock’s mouth. Those saintly lips of his barely able to hold down his moans as he spent in front of a dolorous wooden Jesus, all over Jock’s face, moustache dripping with thick salty spend, his Captain’s fingers digging deep into his skull.

From Buckle, by Midna_Ronoa (Me!!)

Art by @getsloud

Recently commissioned art for this fic from the most wonderful R!! It has been a pleasure working with him and I cannot think of a better artist to capture the likeness of characters that are so very close to my heart. (You want to commission him SO baaaad)

Bill Fraser/Jock McDiarmid

Est. word count: 17-20K

Captain Bill Fraser's life was taking a turn straight out of a romantic comedy. Something he definitely hadn't accounted for when he applied to the Special Air Service.

Action-movie chaos? Expected.

Mild horror? Occupational hazard.

Splatter? Practically guaranteed.

But a romantic comedy? That happened to other people. Not to Bill.

And it was entirely Sergeant Jock McDiarmid’s fault. (And Withers. But mainly Jock's.)

Jock (audio message): ""Withers misses you. He keeps checking the door like you’ll walk in any minute. I told him you’re off being heroic, but he’s not impressed. Also, I may have fed him too many treats. Sorry not sorry.""

Bill (text): Tell him I miss him too.

Bill (text): Not you.

Jock (text): Sure, sir.

Jock (text): Hurry back. Withers isn’t the only one waiting up for you.

This is a blog of famous and influential London art dealer, me. You can visit Robert Fraser gallery at 69 Duke Street. You can ask me anything.

BEFORE ASKING QUESTIONS

this blog is just for fun like any other beatles-related blog on here, i'll try to not be too OOC but yk. Most of my knowledge of Robert comes from the book "Groovy Bob: The Life and Times of Robert Fraser" and it's SO!!! good

the setting ranges from 1965 to 1967

no bigotry and hate allowed

no uncomfortable or explicit questions but shipping is allowed ofc

if you have any questions about Robert or anything 60s Paul McCartney-related ask away

mod is 18+