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Pretty Boy| Ringo

AN| I’m a slut for teddy boy ringo,,,,, also I’m very much imaging more of an American 50s more than a European 50s so it’s not going to be too accurate lol also thinking about teenage ringo with painted nails… he would do numbers on tik tok

Also sorry the last like four have been ringo. Please send requests and ill do them as quickly as I can or as my motivation allows me to lol I have a Paul one cooking up though

Warnings| none

Word count|900

“Hold still! You’re gonna mess it up!!” You whined, gripping your boyfriends hand tight as you applied the shiny red laquer to his nails. He groaned, leaning his head against your bed post, but let you proceed.

Your parents were out for the weekend so you took this opportunity to invite your Ritchie over for a sleepover. Nothing too rambunctious, just some quality time.

“Do you promise you’ll take it off tomorrow?” Ritchie was reluctant in letting you paint his nails, but he was a slave to your puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, no one has to see. Now, I’m almost done…” Your tongue poked out of the corner of your mouth as you concentrated on your work of art. Ritchie, of course, found this irresistible. “Okay, done! But you have to be careful now, or else you’ll make a mess.” You held both of his hands, admiring your work. But it was you that Ritchie was admiring.

“You’re so adorable, Y/N.” He grinned, glad such a simple act could make you so happy.

You smiled and turned your head in an attempt to hide the blush that covered your cheeks. You two hadn’t been dating for that long, and he still had that crazy effect over you. You couldn’t believe you had bagged the most attractive and most intimidating guy at your school- yet, he wasn’t really that intimidating, not to you.

“You really rock those nails, Rich.” You grin, holding his hands up. They complimented his silver rings and shiny leather jacket.

“Really? Do I look badass?” He posed, pretending to flex, earning a giggle from you. He saw this as encouragement. He stood up abruptly and proceeded to pretend to faint. “Would you be a dear and fetch my pearls?” He spoke in an incredibly awful fake american accent that imitated their dramatic soap operas.

“You’re such a goof, Ritchie.” You laughed, throwing him a faux pearl necklace draped on your night stand.

“Thank you, dear.” He sat up, placing the pearls on his neck. He crossed your room, taking a seat at your vanity, pretending to apply blush and lipstick.

You stood behind him, hands placed on his shoulders. “You know what’ll really complete this look?” He set down a large powder puff and looked up at you in question. To which you responded by picking up a tube of red lipstick and uncapping it.

“Nooo no no. You’re lucky I let you paint my nails, birdie.” He jumped out of the chair, backing away from the weapon in your hand.

“Come onnnn you can take it off right away! I just wanna see you in it!” You clutched the lipstick in both hands, sticking your bottom lip out in a pout. “Plleeaaasseee?” You pitched your voice up, imitating a child.

He looked from you to the lipstick for a moment, then sighed and took a seat back in the chair. You cheered, grinning broadly as you kneeled in front of him. “Thank you, love! I’ll make this up to you!”

“You better…” He mumbled as you took his face in your hands.

You glided the rouge over his parted lips, slowly and carefully so as not to over line them and get it in his stubble. You had one hand on his cheek, rubbing circles with your thumb, oblivious in concentration to his melting under your touch.

You finished and sat back on your heels to admire your work. He had a lopsided grin, a bit of red grazing the bottom of his teeth. You giggled, covering your mouth.

“What? Do I look stupid?” He turned to the mirror, checking himself out, rubbing the lipstick off of his teeth.

“No, dear, you look beautiful.” You stood up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kissing the top of his head. His hair smelt of hair gel and shampoo and a hint of cigarette smoke.

“Hey, I thought you said you’d make it up to me.” He pulled you down into his lap, smooching you on the lips.

“Ritchie! You’re going to mess up the lipstick!” You rubbed your mouth with the back of your hand. But that didn’t last long. Ringo’s mouth found yours yet again, this time, much sloppier, ensuring a mess. You could hardly worry about that, though, as you felt your heart thump in your chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into the kiss. His tongue prodded your bottom lip, quickly entering your mouth upon granted access. Sooner than you wished, he pulled away from you, only to rest his forehead against yours. You were out of breath, cheeks flushed. You giggled, looking in the mirror at the smeared red marks around your mouth. “I should doll you up more often.”

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The Beatles taking holidays in Athens, 1968

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Masterlist

Everything’s from Newest to Oldest! Let me know if anything is mislabeled

Paul McCartney One Shots

Crushing

Sister With Another Mister

Cavern Days

Backstage Romance

Paul McCartney Imagines

Breathe In, Breathe Out

Devil Of Her Heart

Before You Leave

Golden Slumbers

Use Those Teeth

Bringing Back Memories

The Night Before

New Kiss

John Lennon One Shots

Ain’t She Sweet

Uptown Girl

I’ll Be Back Again

Terrible Beginnings Pt 2

Terrible Beginnings Pt 1

John Lennon Imagines

 I’ll Cry Instead

Please Please Me

Horror at the Drive-In

Ticket to Ride

Mr.Right

Jack O Lantern Banter

Lovely Boy, Lonely World

Last Kiss

George Harrison One Shots

Something

A Night In

Our Love Story

George Harrison Imagines

Late Night Cuddles

Savoy Truffle(s)

Spooky Scary

One Fine Night

Fill In The Blanks

Playground Mishaps

Missed Kiss

Ringo Starr One Shots

When the World Found Out

Handsome Stranger

Shopping For Two 

Ringo Starr Imagines

Carnival of Light

Our Moment

Bad Day Gone Right

It’ll Be Alright

Face Off

Autumn Breeze

Dancing Off The Clock

My Blue Eyed Boy

First Kiss

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Anon Request:

Could you do a dom reader, sub Ringo and sub George threesome thing, with some teasing and sadomasochism? Thanks. (:

A Little Help From My Friends

Pairings: sub!George Harrison x sub!Ringo Starr x male!reader

Warnings: sadomasochism, violence, kink, threesome, humiliation 

Rating: Mature

Words: 2000+

Summary: It’s 1962. You are friends with George and Ringo who started dating shortly after Ringo joined The Beatles. They invite you over to have dinner at Ringo’s house but they set it up in hopes to get you to help them out with something.

Author’s Note: Hey anon! You didn’t specify the sex and/or gender of the reader so I made them cisgender male. I hope that’s okay with you. Otherwise, I just got creative with it, hah. I’ve never written a sadomasochism story. I hope everyone enjoys! I’m kind of nervous. Sorry the beginning kind of drags, so I understand if you skip to the porn. This was a challenge, so please don’t rip me a new one. I also got carried away with the word count.

*This story is fiction and written for leisure. Aspects of this story will not be historically accurate. I do not own The Beatles. I don’t make money off this. 

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I just want Ringo to top me. Maybe being at the studio with all the boys and you keep teasing him and he gets SO turned on, he’s literally going crazy, and all the boys are making fun of him because he’s such a hecking mess. And they’re like, “go get your girl, Ringo”. So then later that day he comes home to you and he sure does have some fun with you. If you know what I mean 😝

as soon as he gets home, ringo lifts you by the underside of your thighs and pins you against the wall, tearing your knickers off and immediately pushing two fingers into your pussy. he’s not impressed with all your teasing, growling when you whine underneath him, begging for him to fuck you. 

“fuck you? you don’t deserve my cock tonight, love, after the way you acted. you’re going to have to do a lot more to prove you deserve to cum.” 

he bites on your neck roughly, sucking a large hickey on the junction of your neck and shoulder. he curls his fingers forward, grunting as the crotch of his trousers brush against your inner thigh. then he pulls them out and ushers you towards the couch, pushing on your shoulders, forcing you to bend over the arm cushion. 

“you know what you do to me? how hard i am because of your little show earlier? god, i wanted to bend you over my drums right in front of everyone; show them how quickly i can fuck the brat out of you,” ringo rumbles in your ear, baritone voice making shivers go down your spine. you can feel his length digging into your ass and you wiggle your hips a bit, boldly shooting him a saucy wink over your shoulder.

“just gonna complain about it? i bet you’re all talk,” you challenged.

that’s when ringo shoved your skirt up your back, removing your panties and quickly stuffing them in your mouth. 

“you’re mouthy today, aren’t you? feeling very ballsy. i’m sure i can fix that quickly.”

and before you can blink, ringo lands two sharp slaps on the curve of your ass, the cold metal rings delivering a delicious sting, making you heady with arousal, clenching your thighs in an attempt to gather friction. 

“hm, no witty retort. cat got your tongue, love? i bet your cunt’s soaked, begging for attention,” ringo chuckled, leaning down and licking a hot stripe from your clit to the back of your folds. you moan, the sound muffled by your gag, and arch your back, trying to entice ringo to give you more. 

“sweetest pussy i’ve ever had,” ringo groaned, continuing his ministrations, slurping hungrily, thick fingers forming bruises on your legs. you whimper and attempt to push against ringo’s mouth, but he quickly retracted and landed three more smacks to your ass.

“pretty greedy for a girl who’s been testing me all day,” ringo tutted, flipping you over.

“you’re taking what i give you and if you don’t behave yourself, maybe i’ll fuck your mouth and call it a night,” he warned. 

you knew ringo wouldn’t really do that; in the end, he was much too soft and generous to not let you cum. but there was always the what if and his mouth felt heavenly on your pussy, so you moaned your assent, parting your legs invitingly. ringo nosed at your clit, keeping your legs spread so you wouldn’t crush him as he alternated between rubbing your clit with the tip of his nose and lapping your slick with long licks, eliciting several desperate whines from you. 

“see what happens when you’re good for me? good girls get to cum,” ringo hummed, once again slipping two fingers into your cunt and curling them, aiming for a particular spot. his lips attacked your clit, teeth grazing it every so often, making your hips jerk beyond your control. 

“mm, my pretty baby likes that, huh? you gonna cum soon, sweetheart?” ringo asked.

“mmhmm!” you cried, legs shaking as the familiar tingle in the base of your spine eluded to your impending orgasm. 

“okay, honey. i think i can make you squirt for me; does that sound good?” 

like it wouldn’t.

nevertheless, you hummed a yes, little noises slipping out as ringo added another finger, stretching you out while he continued to lick and suck, fingering you all the while. the warmth grew and then it was white hot, washing over your entire body and wracking your legs and hips with shudders. ringo licked you throughout your orgasm until you whined tiredly and tried to move away. he let you and straightened. you gasped as he cockily cleaned your cum off his fingers and chin, mouth shiny with your release. 

“see? didn’t i tell you it’s better when you behave for me?” 

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Injured| George Harrison

AN| Sorry if this is a bit choppy, hope you like it either way. I love writing short cute fluffy one shots, it’s the inner hopeless romantic in me lol

Prompt| Reader is injured and George takes care of you.

Warnings| none, all fluff :)

Word count| ~1200

The pain in my leg was apparent as I awoke. The meds must have worn off, the pain had not been this unbearable the night before. Before I could even open my eyes, I felt a presence at my side.

“Y/N, love, are you awake?” It was George.

He had offered to stay with me while I was bedridden- feeding me, clothing me, cleaning me, the whole shebang. He didn’t feel comfortable leaving me in the hands of someone else.

I say nothing byt groaned in response, the pain syphoning my energy. I felt his weight on the other side of the bed, and then a hand against my forehead, and then his lips. I managed a smile, despite the pain.

“Does it hurt yet?” His voice was low, as though he was trying to be as gentle as possible.

“I can manage.” I knew I sounded like a hurt puppy and could convince no one, yet I felt bad that George had taken such time off from recording to take care of me, I didn’t want to feel like a burden to him.

“Don’t lie to me, hon, I can see you’re in pain. Let me grab some meds.” His weight and heat was gone, and I regretted saying anything.

I opened my eyes, blinking against the harsh light of the sun shining through the bedroom window. It had been a few days since I was discharged from the hospital, yet they all blurred together in the end.

I was a dancer. Was. This wasn’t a simple broken bone easily repaired, a tendon in my leg had completely snapped. The pain was indescribable. And the worst part of it all, it was in the middle of a performance, hundreds of people watching. my career was over, and I couldn’t tell if the physical or emotional pain was worse. That horrible crunching noise still rang in my ears.

The familiar warmth returned at my side. “Hon, can you sit up?” George was still in his pajamas, his hair tousled- he must have slept on the couch.

I pushed myself up so that my back was against the headboard. George handed me a glass of water and two pills. I sipped the water and popped the two pills, grimacing at the chalky taste. “Thank you, George, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Of course, Y/N.” He pressed his lips to the top of my head. “I gotta be there to take care of my birdie, don’t I?” He smiled down at me, draping his arm across my shoulders. I leaned my head against him, feeling the effects of the painkillers start to kick in. “Love, I’ve ran you a bath, I’m assuming there’s no way you can walk, right?”

“Oh Geo, you didn’t have to-”

“Of course I did, stinky, can’t have you just laying in bed all day, can I? Come on, up up!” He jumped out of bed, his warmth leaving me yet again. “Come on lazy bones!”

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, not without causing a shooting pain up my leg. “How do you expect me to get down-?” Before I could even finish my sentence, George scooped me up from the bed, an arm under my knees and another behind my back. I gripped his shoulders, yelping in surprise. “George!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to drop you. I carried Ritchie around like this yesterday to make sure I could.” I couldn’t help but giggle at the image.

George successfully carried me down the stairs and into the bathroom without hitting my head too many times, and sat me back down on the ground. I gripped his arm for support, lifting my leg up to avoid putting any amount of pressure on it.

“I got you love, don’t worry.” George gripped my arms.

The room was filled with the scent of roses and vanilla. The bath was full of bubbles, candles dotting the room with a soft light.

I felt Georges hand around my waist. “Do you feel okay, love?”

“I’m good, Geo. Thank you for all of this.” My hands were on his shoulders, his muscles firm beneath my hands. I don’t know what I did in my past life that granted me such a gift as him.

He pulled my tee shirt over my head. “My arms aren’t broken, hon, I could do this myself-”

“Shh shh shh, let me help you.” He ignored me, moving down to slide my bottoms off, much more carefully than before. He avoided touch my leg entirely. He put my clothes neatly in a pile off to the side, I suppose to prevent any possibility of slipping.

He offered his arm to me- even though the tub was only a few feet away. “George, I got this. I’m not entirely crippled.” I gave him a reassuring smile, and began to put pressure on my bad leg, only for my knees to nearly buckle. George was there in a second, his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me up.

“Are you sure about that?” His statement was sarcastic, but a look of worry was painted upon his face.

I said nothing, but wrapped my arms around him, burying my face into his shoulder. This was all so frustrating- to go from being strong and independent to helpless and unable to do anything on my own in an instant. I didn’t want to tie George down, though I knew he was there on his own free will.

“It’s okay, darling, let me help you.” His arms slid under my legs again, picking me up and gently setting me down into the bathtub.

The warm water felt nice, relieving the stress of my strained muscles. George ran a hand through my hair, untangling knots as he went, gently pouring water from a cup over my scalp. He massaged shampoo into my hair, the whole experience lulling me into more calm state. For a moment I could just let it all go… but the thought was inevitable, hanging over me like a dark cloud.

“Geo…. I don’t know what I’m going to do..”

“Y/N,” he cut me off, “whatever you do, you’re going to be fantastic. This is just a little hiccup in your career, that’s all. The world isn’t ending, you have your whole life ahead of you, and I’m going to be here to make sure of it.” He placed his hands on either side of my face, pressing his lips to mine so passionately, I knew he meant what he said.

I broke away, resting my forehead against his, our noses brushing together. “George, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Forever.”

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The Roof| Paul McCartney

AN| this is just a short blurb because I found a prompt generator and I love a couple of them :) I’m writing another that I’ll post soon, it just ended up being a bit longer lol. Anyways, keep on requesting! I’m tryna shake it up a bit by not just writing for Ringo lol

Prompt| reader let’s their S/O warm their hands under their shirt

Warning| None, pure fluff and kinda angst?

Word count|477

You stood on the street beneath the Apple building at candlestick park, peering up into the sky like the hundreds of others around you. There was one thing that separated you from them- you weren’t just fan, you knew them, better than anyone in fact. You were Paul’s (wife/husband).

The wind cut through your thin coat, casting goosebumps across your body. You could only imagine how they felt.

How they felt.

This was their last concert, and despite the wave of screaming fans, you couldn’t help but feel somber- and a sense of fear. You feared for your husband, and how this will affect him. Perhaps this will be a release for him, to no longer be fighting tooth and nail every day- but to lose his family in the process- you could only imagine what he’s thinking about, atop the roof of that building.

The concert quickly ended, and John gave the final bow. This was it. The end of The Beatles. You felt tears start to gather but fought against it. You knew this was coming, but it all felt like a dream. And here you are, at the end of a once beautiful thing.

You entered the building, security recognizing you far too well to question you, and found paul immediately. Before you could say anything, you heard and unfamiliar voice behind you. “Boys, they’re expecting you outside.”

You held on to paul, the other three leaving you alone. You held his freezing hands in yours, running your fingers over his knuckles turned purple in the cold. The chilly february wind had chilled him just as it had you.

“Babe, are you alright?” You gazed deeply into his soft brown eyes, creased by stress at such a young age.

“I’m alright, love, you don’t need to worry about me.” He smiled softly, but you knew he was only masking his pain to save you from that burden.

“I think by this point, that’s impossible for me.” The air around you two was melancholy, but you both found comfort in each other. You look down at his hands, and then pull them into your sweater sleeves. “There’s a coffee place across the street. Think anyone would notice you slip away?”

This time, his smile reached his eyes. He glanced over at the rest of the boys, who were surrounded by fans and reporters. “No, I don’t think they will.”

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Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because they’re running out of time.

…because time’s run out.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

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Ugly| Ringo

* Reposted bc of title lol

Warnings | Angst, Self esteem Issues, Language, Smut ;) (very vanilla though except maybe a little bit of choking (just a little))

Word count: ~3500

Description: Ringo has been on tour for a while, and went home early due to a self esteem dilemma. There’s angst and mush and the reader and Ringo find themselves having a steamy fun time in the bath.

A/N

Okay so,,,, I’m sorry if this is kinda rushed I tried to fit this whole concept into a one shot and not make it impossibly long- I also may have been a couple shots deep during most of this :) so it’s not my best work, but I really like this prompt, though it was a little hard to turn it into smut after making myself sad lol anyway thanks for reading!

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“Ritchie, hon, what’s wrong? You’ve been sulking since you got home. Tonight was supposed to be special! You haven’t even told me about your time in America! Or why you’re home so early!” I walked out of the kitchen to where Ringo was sitting, where he had been sitting since he arrived home two days early from touring in North America.

“I told you. The lads wanted to stay in new york and party- I just wanted to go home.” He sighed, still not looking at me. It didn’t seem as if he was angry, yet something was off. My gut told me not to push him, but if I didn’t, there was no way he was going to talk about it.

“Did something happen, Ritch?” I swallowed hard, my mind going to the worst of things.

“No, nothing bad happened. I was just homesick is all.”

“Then why have you been so distant?”

“Have I?”

“Yes! You barely gave me a peck when you came home. I haven’t seen you in months, Ritchie. Please tell me if something is wrong.”

“I told you nothing is wrong.” He started to raise his voice- he still wouldn’t look at me.

I took a deep breath and took a seat beside him. “I’m sorry- I don’t want to push you. I just feel like something is wrong. If you don’t want to talk about it then that’s okay, I won’t force you to-”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m okay?!” He stood up abruptly- he was angry, a side of him I rarely saw.

“Rings, are you on it again?” Now i was worried- he only ever got a temper when he was high- i can’t imagine what he got up to in america.

“I’m not high, Y/N, please stop pestering me. I’m upset, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?” He threw his hands up, pacing around the living room. “I’m back for a few hours and you’re nagging me-”

“Hey, do NOT turn this on me!” My nostrils flared, my mood quickly changing from one of concern to one of confrontation. “You’re the one who showed up here with an attitude! Don’t get upset at me for caring about you!”

“Why do you care? All I do is sleep and go to work and leave for months at a time. And yet you still care. You’re still here. From the time you’ve wasted you could’ve probably gotten married and had kids, done something useful with your life. Yet you’re here, arguing with me while dinner burns.”

At this point in our relationship, stemming from way before the Beatles took off, Richard and I had never gotten into an argument this heated- in such a way that hurt me personally. Sure we’ve gotten into petty arguments about random things, but he’s always been the biggest sweetheart. This one stung. “What are you talking about? Richard, I love you. That’s why I care about you. We are here for each other, maybe you’re not always here physically, but you have always been there for me. And all I can do is be there for you. That is what i'm trying to do, Ritchie. This has never been a waste of time- as long as I get to see you and be with you, it’s all worth it. If you’re upset, I want to know, I want to help. I don’t want you to bottle it all up, it’s not good for you. I just want you to talk to me, Ritchie.” I was angry, yet I couldn’t help but tear up. I just wanted everything to be perfect when he came home- and now we’re fighting.

He didn’t look angry anymore, he looked guilty if anything. Of course, this made me even made me more anxious, yet I dared not say anything. He stopped pacing, standing in front of me. “Something happened in Toronto- it’s dumb, really.” He sat back down. “It’s so stupid, I don’t know why I’m making such a big deal about it.”

I waited for a moment before taking his hand in mine. “If it upsets you this much, it isn’t stupid.”

“You don’t even know what happened yet.” He sighed, gripping my hand and looking down at his feet.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, I respect that. You know that. I just don’t want you to suffer silently, Ritch.” I brought his hand to my lips, kissing his skin softly. It was a small gesture, but I wanted him to know how much I loved him, while also respecting his personal space in such a situation.

He was silent for a moment. “There was this dumb interview. It was barely anything really- I don’t care much about what people think of me- but the way he said it, on live TV too- it felt humiliating. I feel inadequate, unworthy. No matter what I do, I will never amount to be like the rest of them. No matter how hard I try, im just dumb ol Ringo. Not even the best drummer in the Beatles, ringo. Useless Ringo. Big nose Ringo. Ugliest rocker... Ringo.”

“Hon, what are you talking about? You are not useless. Ritchie, do you think you’re ugly?” This is much larger than me and this shitty interview.

He seemed to freeze up a bit- his cheeks flushed and he swallowed hard, looking everywhere but at me. “It’s just- I don’t know, I know it’s dumb. Er, god this is awful.” He ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath, looking at me. “Do you think I’m ugly?”

I felt as if I was peering down at an injured puppy, his eyes glistened and he looked afraid. I walked over to where he was sitting on the couch and placed my hands on his cheeks. “Richard, I think you are beautiful. From the moment I saw you I was stunned. It’s been years yet I still get butterflies when I see you. Sometimes I wonder if this is a dream, and someday I will wake up and you won’t be by my side.” I got down on my knees in front of him so that we were face to face. “It’s not dumb, Ritchie. People should not say those awful things about you, and you shouldn’t listen to them. No matter what they say, Ritchie, they don’t matter. What they think about you doesn’t matter. What you think about you matters.” I took a deep breath, holding back my own tears. “Do you think you are ugly?”

His opened his mouth to answer but closed it immediately. His breathing became more erratic as he was at a loss for words. Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes and he finally made eye contact. He took a few shallow breaths before nodding.

It broke my heart. To see someone I cherished and adored so wholeheartedly look so dejected and scorned- I never wanted to think about the things those awful kids put him through growing up, and now, years later, it’s still followed him. The pain of seeing someone you know deserves the world get metaphorically and physically spit on is almost unmatched.

I pressed my forehead to his, using the pads of my thumbs to wipe away stray tears. “Whatever it takes, however long it takes, I will prove to you that you are beautiful Richie. By god, you will never think like that again.” He placed his hands on mine and squeezed, letting out a shudder and a shaky breath. I pulled back, his hands still on mine. His eyes and cheeks were red; he looked ashamed. “Listen to me, love. You are not what they call you. You are a work of art. Your body is perfect. Your face is perfect. Who gives a shit if you’re not six feet tall? I certainly don’t. You are gorgeous in every way.” I pressed my lips to his, tears escaping from my own eyes.

His hands shifted down to my sides, pulling me up into the couch so that I was sitting in his lap. He pulled away, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Y/N.” He pulled me down to him in a tight embrace, burying his face into my neck. His hands gripped my back, as if he was holding on so not to float away. “I love you so much Y/N.” His voice was muffled, but I could hear him choke on tears.

I ran my hands through his hair, kissing the top of his head and melting into his embrace. My heart broke for him, for the pain he was in, yet I couldn’t help but enjoy this intimacy. “Ritchie, I think we should go to bed. When you wake up tomorrow, you will feel better. I promise.”

He moved his face from my shoulder, wiping away tears with the back of his hand. “Dear, I'd rather not end the day this way. I don’t want to fall asleep crying- i feel bad enough as it is crying in front of you.. Can we do something? I don’t know, I don’t want to think about this any more.”

“Of course, sweet heart, anything.” I cupped his cheeks, kissing his nose softly. “Wanna take a bath?”

His ears perked up and he smiled. He looked divine with his rosey cheeks and puffy eyes. “That sounds absolutely lovely, dear.” He pecked my lips and stood up, carrying me with him.

I gasped, grabbing at his shoulders so as not to fall. “Ritchie!”

He laughed, continuing to carry me to the bathroom. Once we were there, he set me down. “Just wait a second, don’t move!” He ran from the bathroom, leaving me alone.

I thought for a moment, and decided to surprise him. I threw open the cupboard and searched for my silk robe. Upon finding it, I quickly undressed and slipped the robe on. Just then, he walked through the door carrying a few candles, a lighter, a bottle of wine, and a couple glasses. He set the things down as he looked me over. “I said not to move but.. I’m not mad.” He grinned and embraced me again, pressing his lips to mine. I wanted to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away after a few seconds. “Draw the bath and I’ll pour the wine?”

“Deal.” I grinned, and did just that, pouring in a bit of bubble bath to jazz it up a bit. He poured the wine and lit the candles, turning a knob to dim the lights. “I’ve missed you so much, Rings.” I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my lips to his shoulder.

“Would you mind helping me?” He turned his head, looking down at me and smirking.

I smiled back and began undoing his belt. “I would love to.”

He ran his hands through my hair, my hands moving up his chest, undoing buttons as I went. I took my time, enjoying the close proximity and simple intimacy. It had been a long time, I had only pictures to admire while he was away.

Soon he was stark naked, and I had yet to remove my robe. I looked him over shamelessly- it had been months, I’ll be damned if I don’t enjoy myself while he’s here. He wasn’t your toned model with rippling muscles and stone hard abs- but he wasn’t out of shape either. His arms were very muscular from the hours upon hours of drumming. He was pretty lean, yet sported a bit of chub in just the right places.

He strode up to me, with a new found confidence, and slipped his hands beneath my robe, gently sliding it from my shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. “You’re so gorgeous, Y/N…” He trailed off, gazing at my naked body, his hands trailing at my sides.

I closed the distance, placing my hands on his shoulders, pulling him down to me, pressing my lips to his- more heated than before. There was a goal now- make him feel good, make him feel like a king, prove those reporters wrong. I ran my hands across his chest, grazing my nails across his skin lightly, down his stomach. Just as it was getting perhaps too heated, he pulled away.

“Darling, I think we are letting the water go cold.” He smiled his goofy smile, taking my hand and leading me to the bath. He got in first and I placed myself between his legs, resting my head against his chest. I reached over, grabbing a glass of wine Rich had set on the counter next to the tub. I sipped it, not in a rush to get intoxicated. Ritchie ran his hands over my arms, kissing the back of my head. “I’m sorry I said those awful things earlier.” He murmured. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I forgive you, dear. We all get in our own heads sometimes, you know I’ll always be here for you to filter through that nonsense.” I turned my head, resting my hand on his cheek, pecking his lips before I returned to my wine.

His hands found my hips and squeezed gently. A light blush graced my cheeks, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, love?”

“Yes it has, I’ve missed your touch.” I reached my hand up, running my fingers through his hair. He gazed down at me with such love and adoration, I knew that I lucked out with him.

“What, have I got something on my face?” He smiled his goofy smile.

“Yeah, handsome.” I slapped him playfully and he giggled, reaching over to grab his own glass of wine- though, he didn’t exactly sip it as I had. I followed his lead, gulping down the rest of my wine, setting it back down and turning myself around so that we were lying chest to chest. I got on my hands and knees so that I was hovering over him. I had a goal to reach. Make him feel good.

He arched his eyebrow, setting his glass of wine down. “This is new.”

I said nothing, only dipping down to catch his lips in mine. Lust was evident. I lowered myself down to him, pressing my chest and hips to his. His hands wandered from my back to my bum, squeezing gently, wining softly. My hips met his in a slow grinding pace until I felt his erection press into me. I grinded into him harder, pressing my clit against his cock. He let out a small whine of protest as I detached myself from his lips, but was quickly stifled as I peppered kisses down his jaw to his neck, biting and sucking, ensuring bruises to form.

He bucked his hips into me, desperate for more friction. “Fuck, Y/N, I need more.” He wrapped his arms around me tight, flipping us around, displacing water in the process. I gasped, pushing myself up onto my elbows only for him to push me back down. He positioned himself in front of me, the water sloshing over the edge of the tub ever so slightly. We both giggled, too horny and inebriated to care about the mess. He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me to him, teasing me with his cock but not pushing enough to enter. “I’ve waited months for this, Y/N.” He continued to tease me, pushing the head of his cock through my folds, rubbing against my clit in the best way.

I pressed my lips to his, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I want to make you feel good..” I mumbled into his lips. “I want to make you feel sexy and gorgeous and worth every moment of waiting.” I moved down to kiss his neck, sucking and biting. He let out a low moan- more of a whine actually- as I grinded my hips down to his. The wine had made me a bit tipsy, but I wanted this regardless. I planned on something like this tonight anyway, and the minor breakdown was more of a reason for me to pleasure him, to make him feel like a king. His grip on my ass tightened, pulling me impossibly closer to meet my hips, grinding his cock into me. I grabbed at his thighs positioned on either side of me, moaning at the friction between my legs. “Fuck, Ritchie..”

“Do you like this?” He thrust his hips faster, his grip on my hips tightening. His nails dug into my flesh, yet the sting felt good.

“Mhm..” I bit my lip, rolling my hips into him.

He pushed harder into me. “Fuck, Y/N, I missed you so fucking much.” He leaned his head back, closing his eyes and letting his mouth fall open; this was pleasing him as much as it was pleasing me.

“Ritchie, please, I need you inside me.” As much as I loved his teasing, I needed him. I can play with my clit any time, with or without him, but I haven’t felt him in so long. I needed him.

He opened his eyes and looked down at me, his hips slowed to a stop. His pupils were dilated, his breathing heavy- he already seemed close. “Are you sure, hon?”

“Absolutely.” I smiled, and he looked down at me with those big blue eyes, filled with so much love and admiration, I was positive those reporters were absofuckinglutely wrong about him.

He grinned and pushed into me with no hesitation, picking up his pace quickly. The sensation shocked me, my nails digging into his thighs, my mouth falling open, involuntarily letting out a moan. His eyes never left my face as he kept his steady tempo. I needed him closer, and reached out for his shoulders, pulling him down to me, attaching my mouth to his lips yet again, this time much rougher. I bit his bottom lip and shoved my tongue into his mouth. His hand found my neck and squeezed gently, the last thing he would ever want to do is cause harm to me (but with a dick that big how could he not). He bucked his hips faster, splashing water over the side of the tub, soaking the rug. I let out a laughy moan, meeting his hips in a thrust. Swiftly, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me upward out of the water; I was now straddling Ritchie, who was sitting on his knees. This new angle pushed him deeper into me, filling me up completely. I gasped, grabbing onto his arms for support. He grinned, tightening his grip and lifting me up, letting gravity push me back down onto his dick. Before he could repeat this, I grasped either side of the tub and lifted myself up, dipping back down onto him. With our combined efforts, the pace picked up, leaving us both breathless moaning messes. Soon, my heart began to race and heat started to build up in my stomach.

“R-Ritchie- I think I’m gonna cum-“ Ritchie took all control before I finished my sentence.

Wrapping his arms tightly around me and pushing us up so that he was standing on his knees, he pounded into me hard from below. “Oh..fuck, Richie oh my god I’m close.” My nails dug into his shoulders- I wouldn’t be surprised if I drew blood.

“Do it, baby, cum for me.” His voice was strained and I could tell he was close too.

Soon the best built up into a rush of adrenaline and dopamine- pure bliss and pleasure. I nearly screamed, arching my back and clenching around him. He was quick to follow, moaning my name as I came down from my own high.

We sat there for a minute, tangled together, sweating and out of breath. A quarter of the bath water ended up on the bathroom floor but at the moment, I didn’t care. I was in the arms of the man I loved, and he loved me. And that’s all the matters.

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Home| Ringo

*Requested

I’ve been in a sort of creative block recently, sorry for not updated for like two weeks lol. I'd really appreciate some short cute/spicy requests/prompts, i want to write more but i feel like i'm getting too invested in story lines and what not and spending too much time on things lmao. Also I always refer to ringo as Ritchie or Richard because it low key feels weird to be in an intimate scene calling him ringo and not his actual name lol

Summary| You and Ritchard are visiting his parents, and during your stay you decide to have a little fun in his old room ;)

Warnings| Smut

Word count| 1200 ish

“Ritchie, your mum is in the other room! She’s going to hear us!” I pushed myself back, the feeling of Richard’s lips lingering on my neck.

“She’s not going to hear anything if we’re quiet, love.” His lips found my jaw, his teeth grazing my skin. As he moved toward me, the bed made a noticeable creek. He parted from me for a moment, before a look passed across his face. He said nothing as he scooped me up into his arms and plopped me onto the floor. “There. Silence”

“Ritchie…” His hips were between my legs, propping himself up on his elbows placed on either side of my head. I had to admit, no matter how afraid I was of his mother overhearing or walking in, it made the sexual tension so much more enticing.

“Hon, if you truly don’t want to, we don’t have to.” His voice was deep and rich, his eyes dark, peering down at me with such longing and lust.

“Oh believe me, I want to...but…” I reached out and traced his jaw with my finger. “Do you promise to be quiet?”

He grinned his big goofy grin and leaned forward, placing a kiss on my forehead before leaning down, his lips lightly brushing against my ear. “Promise.” His voice was barely audible.

Suddenly his lips crashed into mine, the passion nearly knocking the wind out of me. His tongue parted my lips, his hands wandering up my shirt. With one swift movement, my shirt was gone and I laid there bare beneath him. My fingers made quick progress with his button down, moving quickly to his belt. “For someone who had serious doubts a minute ago, you’re pretty eager.” He chuckled, running his hands down my waist.

“Oh shut up, Starkey.” I pulled the belt free, moving on to unzip his pants. His hands replaced mine, leaning back onto his heels, grabbing hold of his trousers and underwear, pulling them down to his ankles and throwing them to the side. My eyes fixated on his erect cock, having sprung loose of his confines. “Oh my god Ritchie…” Without a second thought, my hand was wrapped around his girth, pumping him slowly. He let out a low hiss, and I could see his muscles tense as he clenched his jaw. “Y/N…” He moaned, his cock twitching in my hand.

My hand stilled. “Ritchie.. remember…”

He opened his eyes looking down at me. “Absolute silence.” His husky voice brought a heat between my legs. I needed him right now.

He leaned down, pressing a firm and passionate kiss to my lips, his hand traveling up my thigh to my shorts. I lifted my hips up, allowing for him to pull them off of me. We were both naked now, laying on the floor of his childhood bedroom. It was strange to think of all the memories that were made here, memories made without me, memories of old lovers, memories of childhood, memories of all the old friends that came and went. It felt sobering, knowing i got to be apart of the memories of this room.

I was snapped back to reality when I felt Ritchies lips on my chest, kissing and biting gently at my sensitive flesh. He was on all fours, hovering over me. I could feel his hard member pressed against my leg. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grinded into him. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me impossibly closer to him.

His lips traveled up to my collar bones, to my neck, and finally to my lips. “Are you still okay with this?” He whispered, peering down into my eyes.

“Oh god yes.” I pulled him down to me, crashing my lips into his. My heart hammered in my chest as I felt his knee separate my legs. He positioned himself in front of me, one hand on his cock, the other running a finger through my heat. With little hesitation, he pushed in one finger, then two, then three. I bucked my hips, moving away from his lips to bury my face into his shoulder to stifle a moan, my nails digging into his back.

“You’re doing so well, love. God, you’re so wet for me already.” His voice was a husky whisper that sent goosebumps down my body.

“Ritchie- I need you. Now.” I spoke through gritted teeth, my back arched.

He removed his hand, leaving me aching for more. And then there was the sensation I was yearning for. The feeling of the tip of his cock enter me. It was just enough to have me shove my fist into my mouth to fight back a moan. Before I could adjust, he thrust all the way in. I reached out and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face into his shoulder as his pace picked up. “Oh fuck Ritchie… You feel so good…” I took everything in my not to scream out. Knowing anyone could walk in at any moment… was a little bit exciting.

Ritchie shifted his position, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, straddling the other, so that I was partially lying on my side. This new angle sent me over the edge, hitting the right spot every time. He must have known that I was going to blow our cover, as I opened my mouth, I felt him slip two fingers in my mouth. I bit down, trying and failing to stifle a whine.

“Fucking hell, Y/N.. Im gonna cum.” He bent forward, burying his face into my shoulder so to muffle a moan. His rhythm stuttered, becoming less consistent.

I wrapped my arms around him, digging my nails into his back. “Fuck, Ritchie, cum in me, baby.” At that, I felt him sink his teeth into my shoulder and a warm liquid begin to drip from my pussy. His thrusts slowed to a stop and he rested his head on my shoulder, sweat dripping from his brow and out of breath. We lay like that for a minute, breathing heavily, bodies joined together. Until we heard footsteps.

We jumped up and dove into his bed, covering ourselves with the blankets just as there was a knock at the door. My heart pounded in my chest.

“Ritchie, dear, are you coming down for desert?” It was his mother.

“No thank you, mum, I think we’re good.” We breathed a sigh of relief as we heard footsteps retreat. “That was a close one, love. Up for another round?” I said nothing but punched his arm lightly. He chuckled, reaching over me to shut off his bedside lamp “I love you too, Y/N.”

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ah yes i love all the queen songs. like radio ga ga and bohemian rasputin

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Pictures of the guys (Mostly Paul) just Holding Ringo

(If anyone just happens to have more please add!)

Happy birthday Ringo!

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A sub wanting to cockwarm a dom but they’re so sensitive they can hardly handle it so they’re sitting there twitching and crying and whimpering the whole time but they try to last as long as possible until they finally cave and bury their face in the dom’s neck and beg to just fuck them

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Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

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Careless Whisper (Paul x Reader)

I’m sorry if this is meh, I haven’t written smut in a while…

I got A LOT of this request: 🦋😏👀  + a BONUS “maybe something where reader is a fan or a groupie”

HERE is the post, if you would like to request something.

Pairing: Paul x Reader

Word count: 2007

Title: Careless Whisper (haha I think it’s so smart but it’s dumb, just ignore me)

Warnings: smut (yeet it’s been so long), oral sex (male receiving), just plain ol’ man & woman loving.

Happy Friday, y'all! Hope you enjoy :)

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[lenjaminmccharmly]

Azure Eyes - Ringo Starr Imagine

His good looks were both incredibly striking and absolutely frightening.

To be quite honest, his short stature lessened the intimidating effect—nevertheless, he still looked as though he could smash my head against his drumkit, and watch me slowly cease to exist as he looks handsomely onward without a care in the world. It was quite alarming really.

The band were taking a quick 15-minute break, doing nothing but fooling around. Rory, naturally, attracted all the girls with his usual James Dean charm and charisma, clustering them all at the bar, and quite effortlessly he did it. With the other man sitting beside his girlfriend at the back of that group, it seemed that the drummer was the only one detached and faithful to his instrument even during the break.

Right in front of the stage I sat, I got the perfect view of him. Such sad, azure eyes set in his face, staring onwards seemingly challengingly as those chunky rings of his twinkled in the half-dead underground lights. His nose was prominent, but perhaps what most gave an impression of dominance was the immaculately trimmed facial hair, and that ominous grey streak in his otherwise luscious brown locks.

Soon enough I was pulled out of my trance with them resuming the show, and though my eyes kept trailing back to the stunning drummer of an unknown name, I lost myself to the good soul of rock and roll for another hour.

Shortly, the crowds trickled out; it must’ve been nearer to the 3 AM, because that was when the majority of the people at the club found it appropriate to end their night out. I myself, considered this far too late anyways, but couldn’t help but follow the urge to stay behind.

Bit by bit, the noise lessened, until it indicated that we must’ve been a maximum of 10 people indoors, 6 of which were workers at the club. Taking that irreplaceable step forward, I approached the quiet beauty who fumbled with unplugging all amps on stage, not knowing whether he would snap my neck in two or not.

“Your show was amazing tonight,” I shyly spoke, barely above a whisper, “As every other night.”

He paused his ministrations, looking up at me with those melancholy deep eyes. And then, unexpectedly but to my delight, his face broke out into a full grin that showed nothing but absolute sweetness.

“Why, thank you, love,” his voice was quite contrary to the rough scratch I expected it to be, instead a lovely baritone, “You must be a regular then,” he said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking at me through his eyelashes.

Blushing a little, I admitted, “Mainly for you though.”

“Oh,” he quietly said, sounding decently shocked, “For me?”

I nodded bashfully, “You’re intriguing, even if I don’t know your name,” I lightly hinted.

“Richard Starkey,” he took his right ringed hand out for me to shake, and I did so as tingles spread from even the lightest touch of his calloused skin against mine, “Me mates call me Ringo though.”

“Can I call you Richie?” I asked hesitantly, before stating my name, “If you’d like to consider me a friend, I suppose.”

He cocked his head a little, the sweet smile spreading on his face once more like an innocent schoolboy, and I truly wondered how a person with such a ray-of-sunshine personality could be hiding under such a hardened shell—and of course, it didn’t go unnoticed that my hand was still held in his.

“May I please take you out to dinner?” he asked with bright red cheeks, “I’d like to take the first step to court you before some other bloke does.”

“I’d love that, definitely,” I bit my lip in an attempt to stop myself from squealing out loud.

“Let’s meet here at 6 tomorrow, that alright, sweetheart?” he inched a little closer, and the proximity had me hitching my breath.

“Can’t wait,” I honestly said with a smile, as the sweet blue-eyed boy bent down to press the most tender of kisses on my hand, leaving me in a state of further amazement as I wonder what might be in store for me with this bundle of joy.

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reblog if you need more friends who like

the beatles

queen

the rolling stones

bob dylan

the traveling wilburys

elton john

arctic monkeys

Because I DO WHERE ARE Y'ALL AT

seriously if you like classic rock message me im lonely ;/

also ik the arctic monkeys are modern but fuck they’re a good band