An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I’m not really proud of the summary but basically,
Kelly is overwhelmed. She has a baby she never asked for and is fighting with her sister all the time. But after meeting Ringo, maybe life isn’t so bad?
Only got 1 chapter out so far and it’s very short, but it’s gonna be very sweet and comforting ☺️
Content: Use of Marijuana / Slightly Perv!George if you wanna see it that way / Suggestiveness / Touching
Summary: ModernAU! You invite George over to get high and play Dark Souls. He gets a bit distracted
Words: ca. 4300
Authors Note: This idea came to me in a dream and definitely not while I was stoned playing this game and wishing I had this cutie next to me. This is probably my favorite thing I've written so far. All the things I love in one lol hope this isn't niche and there are some gamers around in the beatles fandom c.c
A cautious but amused hum passed George’s lips before his tongue darted out to wet the rolling paper of another joint.
He reached for the lighter on the table in front of him, his eyes never leaving your kneeling figure as you were plugging in a few cables.
George didn’t play videogames. Not just because he didn’t have time for it, what with being part of a popular band and such, he also just didn’t see the appeal.
That is until he met you, at least.
Technically speaking, the two of you were strictly friends and yet George never complained when your knee would occasionally bump into his when you leaned forward to concentrate better on whatever it is you were playing.
You had introduced him to the classics, ranging from Super Smash Bros. (which he was unbelievably bad at) all the way through the Resident Evil series and while his attention was drawn more towards the profile of your face, shamelessly studying the slope of your nose and the way your brows would furrow when you’d become frustrated at something - his ears did perk up when you had asked him to bring some weed with him when he came over today.
“And you said that this game is notoriously hard?” He asked, leisurely puffing out smoke, waiting for you to join him on the couch.
“Yup, which is why you’ll be playing too!” He bit the inside of his cheek at how adorable your smile was when you turned towards him.
“You want me to play?” You may as well have proposed for him to juggle on a unicycle.
George felt the couch dip beside him as you sat down, controller in hand.
It took you a second to notice that he had already started smoking one of the joints he had prepared.
“Hey!” you exclaimed, snatching it from his fingers just as he brought it up to his lips again.
“Hey yourself!” If it were anyone else he would have been mad, but you? God no, the only response his body had to whatever you did was a sheepish grin and a hot blush.
“Trust me, you’ll get really high soon enough.” You said as you put out the joint for now. There was no rush for anything tonight and George didn’t protest. After all he wouldn’t mind an excuse to have to stay the night, even if it was just on your couch.
He watched as you created a character. On the question of why you’d chosen a male character you only giggled.
After creating a rather hideous knight and watching the opening cutscenes (which George pretended to fully understand), the game opened up in the Undead Asylum and when George noticed that you didn’t steer the character, he cast his eyes down to see you handing him the controller. He looked at you as if you were crazy.
“Pfff, I can't play this, are you kidding?” He said but took it from your hands anyway, fingers brushing yours for just a second.
“You’ll figure it out, you’re a smart boy.” That sent a chill down his spine. Your attention was focused on the TV, unaware of the effect those words had on him.
George went quiet as he started to play, really concentrating on finding the buttons on the controller, which made you giggle. He blushed a bright pink when he saw you from the corner of his eye watching him turn the controller around to see what the hell was meant by “L3”.
“I reckon they made a mistake of some sort.” He mumbled, another smile creeping up onto his lips at your attention.
Suddenly, you stretched your arm over his lap, right hand laying over his, thumb right where his was on the joystick.
He prayed that you didn’t hear this breath hitch at the contact.
‘She’s teaching you how to play, she’s just teaching you the game’ He kept repeating in his head. He cursed himself for his hands becoming sweaty already.
Very carefully you pressed his thumb down until you heard the light “click” of the rumored L3 button.
“Well, who’s supposed to figure that out.” He huffed, feigning annoyance. Embarrassingly enough, his little finger twitched when you removed your soft hand from around his, chasing the feeling of your skin on his.
And you just giggled again. As if your touch hadn’t already clouded his mind like no drug ever could.
“Oh, light that!” you said, pointing toward the first bonfire. “So when do we get to the hard part?” he said, a smug grin on his face as you both watched the character push open the doors to the main hall.
Perhaps he was a bit too distracted by how you bit your lip in what seemed like anticipation but the sudden surge of orchestral music paired with a gigantic health bar appearing at the bottom of the screen had his brain short circuit and he pressed nearly every button but the one for dodging when the Asylum Demon came crashing down on him.
“For fuck’s sake! What am I s’pposed to do?” You let out the laugh that you knew you’d get the moment he felt confident enough to talk shit. There was an actual lilt of panic in his usual deadpan voice, it was quite adorable.
“Ew that thing is fuckin’ disgusting!” George exclaimed, voice still cracking with fear as he tried his best to run away from the boss.
“Hit it you goof”
“Did you just call me a goof?” He said perplexed, head turning toward you for a split second just as the Asylum Demon lifted its giant club above the hideous’ knight’s head.
“Circle! Dodge!” you said chuckling but actually tensing up at the way he was playing.
To your surprise, his fingers found the one button he hadn’t pressed and -
he rolled right into the attack.
“Jesus!” He exhaled, scuffing at the “You Are Dead” message appearing in the center of the screen.
You held a joint up to his face. “Congrats, you got Dark Souls’d” you said with a giggle.
He took a hold of it and reached for the lighter once more. Taking a drag now with your official permission.
“So whenever we die, we smoke?” He asked, one arm stretching over the back of the couch. A few centimetres away from your shoulders and soft neck, he thought.
He had quite the tolerance for weed at this point and yet he surprised himself with a cough and the subsequent warmth that spread throughout his body.
“Correct, now let me show you how a pro does it.” And then you winked at him - George felt his heart trip and face plant within his chest.
“A pro..” he rolled his eyes in a playful manner and put the joint next to the ashtray on the couch table.
He watched you confidently run back into the boss room, a self satisfied smile starting to creep up on his face. There was no way you were going to get this guy on the first try. You had a broken sword to start with for god’s sake! Not to mention the slight excitement he felt at you getting high next to him upon your death.
Sure, the both of you had smoked weed together several times now but this felt strangely intimate. Usually the other guys were around somewhere or one of your friends.
He gulped at the realization.
“Wait, what are you doing?” You had run to the far left side of the arena, hugging the wall until you rolled through an opening that he hadn’t even seen on his try.
His mouth went agape slightly when the door closed behind you and you couldn't help but laugh as you were now back to killing the low level hollows around the area.
“That’s jus’ unfair!” He spoke up,unable to contain the corners of his mouth from twitching upwards..
“I’ve played this a couple of times before so don’t worry.”
You now had a shield and a proper sword and the two of you were listening to an NPC’s dialogue.
George was a lot more invested than he initially thought. He almost didn’t notice you grabbing the joint from the table.
“Ah, Ah!” Just before you could place it between your lips, it was snatched from you.
“You didn’t die.” George stated matter of factly before lighting it and taking another puff himself, earning a small chuckle from you. “You didn’t either.”
“Yeah cause you’re hogging the controller!” “Can’t help that you died at the tutorial boss.”
“Okay, we got Estus flasks.” George hummed at that- he had no idea what you were talking about.
“That means we can heal ourselves now.” “I know.”
After defeating another handful of low level enemies, you extended the hand holding the controller back to the boy next to you.
“Just go through that fog.” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Listen, I may not know these games but this seems like a fight or something.” He grumbled, nevertheless taking the controller from your hands, running the character in circles for a bit.
“It’s the same one from before, just go in, you can do it!” George tensed up when he felt a supportive hand resting on top of his knee. His mind seemed to spiral at the contact.
Damn, George thought and blinked. Did Ringo know this stuff was a lot stronger than usual?
The brunette pressed the corresponding button and the character traversed through the wall of white light, orchestral music surging once again. This time around it completely encompassed George, he bit the inside of his cheek. If he didn’t want to take another puff he had to defeat this gigantic thing.
He steered the character off the balcony, pressing r1 and then his eyes widened as he watched the knight plunge his newly acquired sword into the thick hide of the beast.
“Look at that damage!” You exclaimed gleefully.
The character got thrown off, passing the control back to George who was now helplessly rolling around the monster.
How could you be so chill playing when it was this scary to be in combat??
You screwed your eyes shut at a particular heavy handed swing that sent the character flying backwards:
“Ouuughhhhhhh”
A deep and erotic moan teared through the speakers.
You burst out laughing, George had a look of pure bewilderment on his face, suppressing a cackle as he tried his best to dodge the following attacks.
“What the fuck was that?” He asked, giggling at the sound echoing in his head.
“That’s why I chose the male character, it’s the best part of the game.” You explained, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. “For some reason the sound he makes when getting hit is just this deep sensual moan.”
And then George got hit again:
“Ahhhuggggg”
George gave you a side-eye and you both doubled over in laughter, George screaming halfway through as he was almost dealt a death blow. His panic only adding to your amusement.
“You gotta get behind him, that’s the safest spot.” You told him between breathless laughter. “But heal first, press square.”
He followed your instructions the best he could, the high making his fingers move on autopilot. He surprised himself, he was quite good at taking directions when stoned.
George steered the knight between the legs of the Asylum Demon, emerging at his backside and pressing the attack button with newfound fervour. He grimaced at the visual.
“Who modeled this?” He asked, the screen overtaken by Demon cheeks.
He kept spamming the r1 and r2 and then suddenly, the last swing hit nothing as the beast faded into mere particles, a giant message appearing in the middle:
{VICTORY ACHIEVED}
His eyes widened, mouth agape as he turned his head to you.
“Did I- fuck, did I actually win the game?” George asked and you couldn’t help but giggle at how endearing he looked thinking this was it. Not to mention how cute his eyes looked all glazed over and slightly reddened.
“This is like the first game I was ever good at!” He kept going, real proud of himself.
He let you take the controller from his lap, not paying attention to the game at all. Instead he went for a second joint and lit it. “This is celebratory, alright?” He said, leisurely puffing out smoke.
Oh this poor boy
You pressed your lips into a thin line, trying to suppress the grin forming at his cockiness.
As you ascended uphill to a bird's nest, George’s attention slightly drifted back to the game.
“What's this about now?” “I wouldn’t take that many hits if I were you.” You said, too ominously for George’s taste. Cautiously he returned the joint from his fingers and let it lean against the ashtray.
A cutscene began playing. You watched the brunette out of your peripheral vision, he was completely absorbed into the visuals, brows furrowing together at the giant bird picking up your shared character.
The short movie ended as the knight was dropped off in an unfamiliar area. Giant text appearing. George read it out loud: “Firelink Shrine? What?” He turned to you and it took everything not too audibly ‘awww’ at his expression.
“Remeber how I told you this was the tutorial boss?”
George just stared at you and then back at the screen for a few heartbeats before his head dropped to the back of the couch, covering his face with his hands as he let out a guttural groan at the realization.
You laughed and lightly pat his shoulder for comfort. “Don’t worry I’ll play for a bit.” He just hummed defeated.
His disappointment soon yielded to fascination at the intricate level design of blight town and to your explanations of certain lore aspects.
He never expected a video game to be this interesting to him. His eyes drifted to you occasionally as you told him about some NPC you’d encounter later - or perhaps it was you that made this entire experience so interesting and enjoyable.
—
“Should I attack him?” George said, a mischievous grin on his face, showing his teeth in a way that had your eyes glued to them.
You had made the decision to not prank George with the Taurus Demon, instead defeating it yourself and earning adorable applause from the boy when you first try’d the monster. After that you had passed the controller back over to him and told him to speak to Solaire, who was looking out onto the shining sun.
“NO!” You exclaimed before he could even think about pressing the attack button toward Solaire. “You cannot attack him ever, I’ll strangle you.”
His mouth was faster than his brain. He had no idea what compelled him to say what it is he said. “Well, maybe I’d like that.”
He went completely rigid. Frozen in place, almost paralyzed. Was the tone with which he said it too low? Could it still be counted as a silly joke?
Out of the peripheral vision he could see you side eyeing him, his throat went dry. You’d throw him out for that comment, there was no question about it.
‘Come on, de-escalate for god’s sake!’ a voice in his head screamed with urgency. Blushing all the way down his collar, he scrambled to find any words that could fix whatever he had ridden himself into.
“Well, maybe not strangle per se.” He muttered, his scouse accent stumbling over the word 'strangle' specifically. Eyes fixed on the subtitles of the NPC but not picking up any of the audio.
You kept silent but he could feel your eyes burning into the profile of his face.
“Jus', y’know.” Oh god, he had no idea where that sentence would end up.
His mind felt fuzzy. The familiar feeling of the high, paired with way too much attraction toward you and now an overbearing amount of embarrassment at any of the words leaving his mouth and how you could perceive him, had his hands cramping around the controller.
“No one would mind a pretty birds hands on their neck is all.”
‘Oh my god. Oh my god. Stop talking, just shut up, shut up’
An overwhelming feeling of needing to disappear into a hole in the ground overcame him. He would scold Ringo for not telling him that this stuff definitely wasn’t the same that he had given him the last few times.
All the while George found himself unable to function verbally, he also noticed that he had already exhausted Solaire’s dialogue and was now listening to the same line for the third time.
The sound of your giggle ripped him right out of one reality into another, blush only deepening, ears flaming underneath his hair.
“You’ve really cute canines, you know, like a vampire.”
A strangled whine and nervous chuckle escaped him and as he steered the character across the bridge he was unable to process the large dragon engulfing him in flames and killing him instantly.
“My turn!” You said excitedly, your hands outstretched expectantly.
He finally looked at you again, eyes meeting yours in a way that almost made him wince.
George scrambled to wipe the controller on his pants so you wouldn’t have to actually feel his desperation with which he had held onto it.
You didn’t say anything else about what just happened and he released a shaky breath before taking another hit of the joint. He had died after all.
He couldn’t think so straight anymore, thoughts and eyes kept drifting to you. He cracked a smile at your horrible posture which resembled more of a shrimp than anything else. He noticed that your eyes were quite glossy and red. You must have taken a couple of pity-hits when he wasn’t looking so you were both flying relatively high.
It was considerate, at least that’s what he’d like to think.
His eyes slowly crept down, this throat went dry when he looked at your bare thighs. You’d been in shorts the entire time and before he made it a point not to look but the weed in his system had him caring less and less. How could he not look at that soft plush of your legs, squished across the couch, doubling in their original size. Absent-mindedly he licked his lips.
‘Fuck’ he just thought with an internal slap to his face.
Meanwhile you were in what you’d call “The Zone”. Expertly dodging an armored boar as if it were nothing. If his mind wasn’t occupied by other things he would have applauded you.
George tried to concentrate on the screen and yet his gaze kept flickering back to your legs. If you’d only let him, he thought.
If you’d only let him he’d have those soft thighs shaking around his head, trapping him there and he would have no reason to complain about anything ever again.
“Sorry, you wanna have another go?” Your soft voice felt like a pair of hands pulling him out of the deep end of a pool. Shit, he didn’t mean to stare so obviously.
“Oh no it’s fine I-” “No it’s alright, wait I think I should teach you a bit more.”
Oh please do - George bit his lips at the thoughts threatening to accidentally spill, face heating up in an instant. He watched you rise from the couch, his eyes kept darting down to your legs.
Fuck.. her thighs.. Your shorts had ridden up so much, George wanted to punch himself in the head.
“Scoot back a bit.” You suddenly commanded him. And of course he listened with a gulp, back straightening against the rest of the couch.
Wait, what is she doing? Wait!
George went slack-jawed when you turned yourself around and sat down between his spread legs. Was there steam coming out of his ears? His entire body was heating up. If he leant forward just a tad bit your back would be flush against his chest. Not to mention the fact that he wasn’t a fan (truthfully he couldn’t have been a bigger fan) of how close your butt was to his crotch now.
“I think this is easier to teach you the controls, just reach around.”
Trembling hands lifted themselves around you, careful not to graze your arms or any body part of you for that matter.
If anything, this had to be the most definite evidence that he was way too stoned already because this had to be a dream.
He flinched when his hands brushed yours on the controller, his nervous system felt so overloaded now that his legs involuntarily twitched, slightly pressing against your bare thighs between him.
He swallowed a groan.
“Alright” You began, letting go of the controller and putting it into his hands. Individually placing each finger where it needed to go.
Safe to say that George was dying behind you.
He had no idea where the hell he was when it came to the game. Somewhere in a temple of some sort, that was all he could make out before his attention was drawn back to the sweet girl in front of him.
Sitting so close between his legs that he could smell the shampoo that she used on her hair this morning.
He tensed up, he shouldn’t have thought about that. He felt his pants tightening ever so slightly.
This is bad, fuck, fuck, FUCK - he drew in a sharp breath.
George was glad you couldn’t see his face right about now.
He had no idea how he managed to even play in these circumstances. You had told him to activate some elevator. He made it a point to turn the character’s face away from the screen as he was going down - that character creator really had given you a lot of options to make the most unerotic face George ever did see. But then again, wouldn’t that be precisely what he should look at now? Pull him out of whatever spell you had put him under?
“Can you even see from behind me?” You said after a while, turning around ever so slightly to look at him. George hoped he looked at least mildly composed.
“you know..” you trailed off for a second, head turning back to the screen.
Perhaps it was only his imagination but were you blushing?
“You can rest your head here too, so you can see better and stuff..” The brunettes throat went completely dry when you slightly tilted your head to the side, allowing him to comfortably rest on your shoulder. But George’s eyes were glued to your beautiful and slender neck. It looked so inviting… he could just press his lips to that sweet spot over and over again if you wanted him to.
Without thinking, George shifted and leant forward. The hairs on his neck stood up when his chest pressed against your back, his chin falling to your shoulder. He involuntarily breathed in more of your scent and his eyes embarrassingly fluttered shut for a second.
He prayed that you couldn’t feel his erection practically pressing into your lower back.
Fuck it.
George relaxed fully into you now. His arms comfortably hugging your figure as he held the controller. He was completely encompassing your smaller frame now, soaking up your body heat and revelling in the feeling of being so close to the girl that had him clenching his teeth whenever he saw her hugging one of his band mates for just a bit too long than George felt was necessary.
He kept playing for a while, just running around and defeating enemies with no clear direction on where to go. You had grown considerably more quiet…
“Are you okay?” He mumbled quietly. There was no need to speak any louder, his mouth right next to your ear anyway. George felt you growing slightly stiff - did he make you uncomfortable? Immediately he wanted to remove himself from you, apologize profusely but then there was a warm hand resting just above his knee, softly and lightly caressing the skin though the fabric.
George’s breath hitched. Almost instinctively he tightened his embrace around you, one of his legs lightly pressing against your bare one.
“m’ fine.” was all that you muttered before deliberately leaning back into him, slumping down slightly so he had to remove his chin from that comfortable rest of your shoulder. He looked down at you with slightly widened eyes, meeting your gaze.
Your pupils were so dilated, eyes glossy and red as you stared up at him. He wanted to laugh at how adorable he thought you looked, if it weren’t for the stirring in his pants.
And he knew you had noticed.
George’s eyes darted back to the screen momentarily. His breathing faltered when one of your hands came up to hold his face. “Should we take a brea-mhmn..”
And then you pulled him into a kiss.
George’s mind went blank. There was nothing except for the feeling of you.
The kiss was quick, both of your lips dry from the drug and yet so impossibly soft against each other.
When you separated you two just stared at each other. Both eyes widened in slight shock, blushing profusely. You looked like you just realized what you did - like you just figured something out on accident.
“Uh.. so what about the game?” He stammered, he was completely enchanted by you, in a beautiful trance that he never wanted to wake up from.
“Forget it.” You whispered and pulled him back into you.
The controller dropped to the ground, George’s hands wandering up - one hot on your bare thigh and the other splayed across your stomach, keeping you squeezed against him. His hips absent mindedly grinding against you as he felt you deepen the kiss.
God you were just melting into him…
He sighed into the kiss and felt a reserved smile on your lips as you softly held his face, thumb stroking his cheek, grazing over the light stubble there.
Safe to say that George would play any game with you if it always ended like this.
can I request a teddyboy George Harrison x Reader where they both sneak out and get drunk (mainly George tho mayhaps..) and then uhh maybe make out and George confesses to them? pretty plss 🤤 i love your writing! have a nice dayy (or night idk)
Summary: George comes by your house late at night and asks if you want to hang out
Words: ca. 3000
Authors Note: My first request hihi I didn't focus too much on the drunk part because truthfully I haven't been drunk properly in like a year and I can't really put myself into that mindset right now - hope that's alright >-< I love a good drunk fic as well but I just couldnt get it right. Also I have no idea if there are any rivers or weeping willows in liverpool and neither was I sure on the nicknames George would use so I left it pretty open :>
George was nervous. In fact, he thought that this might be the most nervous that he had ever been.
He was fidgeting with some lint in his pocket as he made his way down the street which was only faintly illuminated by yellow streetlights, some flickering ominously, almost mimicking the unsteady beat of his heart.
“I’m so daft..” he mumbled as he turned the corner to where your house would be. He had a bag slung across his shoulder, cringing every time he heard the audible ‘clang’ of glass against glass. Why didn’t he just wrap a towel around the damn bottles, he thought. It couldn’t have been more obvious that he was carrying alcohol around and if anybody took even a passing glance at him they would immediately notice that he had indulged in one or two of those bottles beforehand as well.
And then he stood underneath what he knew to be the window of your bedroom. To his luck (or despair) he found it slightly opened and a faint glow signalised that you must still be awake.
He took a shaky breath.
“Psst, hey!” He winced at himself, hoping that you had heard him while simultaneously praying that you hadn’t and he could just walk away like nothing happened.
A few seconds went by in complete silence, his own heartbeat ringing in his ears.
And then he watched as your delicate hands gripped the edge of the window to fully push it open, your face appearing in an instant, surprised eyes meeting his.
“George?” you hushed, a confused smile curling onto your lips. What the hell was he doing at your place in the middle of the night?
He gifted you a sheepish grin in return, hands clammy in his pockets.
“Wanna ‘ang out?” George said, a lopsided grin on his face. This was ridiculous. There was no way you’d say yes. You were a responsible and put together person, you wouldn’t just climb out of your window to get drunk with him at one in the morning. Especially because from what he could see you were already in your pajamas, there was simply no way-
“Sure.”
His face dropped for a split second.
“Sound!” was all that he could croak out - ‘Pull yerself together man’ he cursed internally.
“Just give me a second, gotta get dressed and all that.” and then you vanished from his view causing him to let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding in. George flexed his shoulders, another audible clang of the bottles as he shifted.
After a few minutes passed, you appeared back at the window, startling him slightly and pulling him from his thoughts. “Alright! Uhm-” he heard you mutter something, your eyes darting around the side of your house, seemingly sizing up the distance to the ground and how you’d be able to get down.
As if on instinct, George dropped the bag and set it down on the sidewalk. He took a few steps forward so he was right below your window now.
“No way you’re going to be able to catch me..” you laughed breathlessly when you saw him hold his arms out, looking up at you expectantly.
“Try me.” He simply replied, confidence returning at the notion. If he didn’t know any better he’d say you blushed when he shot you a fanged grin. The thought made his heart flutter.
He watched as you clumsily sat yourself onto the window sill, legs dangling outside now. Hopefully there was no noisy grandma looking out of her window so late at night or else the both of you wouldn’t hear the end of it. God knows how quickly old lady gossip gets around.
“I’m sorry if I bury you under me.” you chuckled cautiously, still insecure about the idea.
When your eyes met, he gave you one last reassuring smile which you returned timidly before pushing yourself off.
You let out a little yelp when he caught you, slightly knocking the wind out of you.
Oh the boost in ego that surged up in George when he felt you pressed against him, one of your arms tightly clutched around his neck, reveling in the feeling of holding you like this. Like he was your saviour, a knight in shining armor (or rather, worn leather in his case).
“Told ya.” He murmured, boyish grin beaming down at you. That is until George became aware of how close your face was to his.
It felt like you two shared a heart beat as you both just looked at each other. He couldn’t help his gaze momentarily dropping down to your slightly parted lips. God- you even looked at him like you were a kitten he rescued from a tree.
George cleared his throat after another passing second of silent glances before he gently placed your feet on steady ground. He ran a sweaty hand through his turbine hair, walking over to his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. The sound of glass bottles clanking against each other now louder than ever.
You gasped when you put two and two together. “Georgie!” you exclaimed, mockingly clutching your pearls which drew a chuckle from him.
“Thought we could have a proper bender y’know.” He said with a shrug and pointed his chin toward the direction he was planning on going with you.
“It’s Sunday though.” you said with a smile and began walking with him.
“S’ Monday now.” he corrected. “And you were up anyway.” He gave you a gentle nudge with his elbow. The sound of your giggle making his head spin.
“I was thinkin’ of going down to the river.” “Sounds nice.”
In truth, George hadn’t thought of anything. The only thing that he had planned was that he wanted to be alone and get drunk tonight, perhaps try to write his feelings into a song but the moment the first drop of liquor had hit his lips and the familiar warmth spread in his stomach, he found himself on his way to yours.
The both of you had been friends for quite some time now, first meeting on the bus to school and then it was as if you weren’t able to evade each other even if one of you had wanted to.
Suddenly you had been in all of his classes, and while he was shopping for new records his eyes had suddenly met yours on the other side of the aisle and then he even noticed you in the crowd while the Quarrymen were playing.
And George certainly wasn’t complaining.
The walk down to the river was quiet, a comfortable silence between the both of you and accompanied by the constant chirp of nightingales.
There was something inherently peaceful about being awake when no one else was.
For once there were truly no expectations, no need for productivity of any sort. In many ways it was as if this was the one time where one could simply be. Completely set free from any societal prospect.
The two of you left behind the soft glow of the street lights as you went off road. Steps taken a lot more careful and conscious now that the moon was the only guiding light. Luckily enough it was quite bright tonight, otherwise George would have been too worried that you’d accidentally hurt yourself in the darkness.
Soon enough, the two of you heard the soft murmur of rushing water. George took a few last steps before sitting down underneath a weeping willow, tossing the bag beside himself.
You followed quickly after, plopping yourself down beside him, his knee almost touching yours as he got comfortable sitting criss cross.
Without another word George reached inside the bag and pulled out a bottle of sweet liquor alongside some beer.
He felt your eyes boring into the side of his head. “Who did you steal this one from?” you asked, pointing toward the fancy bottle of rum. George snorted: “John.”
You giggled as you unscrewed the lid, the smell of it already giving you a taste of how strong it would be.
Meanwhile George was occupying himself with one of the beers, taking out a swiss army knife that he had taken with him and searching for the bottle opener. The distinct sound of a hefty swig had his head turning 90 degrees, watching as you violently shook your head from the taste.
“Pfff, be careful with tha’.” he cackled as you grimaced.
George finally found the tool he was looking for, popping open the lid on one of the ‘bevvies’ with ease now. He shifted and gently clanked his drink against the one that you still held onto.
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It wasn’t long until George let his head hit the soft and slightly damp grass, a relieved sigh leaving his parted lips.
“Y’know it’s strange.” He began, one of his arms absent mindedly stretching upwards toward the night sky before dropping down across his forehead. He heard a little breathy laugh from you as you watched him.
“When I drink with the others I usually get a lot louder and all tha’…” he confessed and searched for your eyes in the dark.
“Do I bore you Harrison?” You chuckled, eliciting a soft laugh from him accompanied by the slight shake of his head.
“Notatall” he mumbled with a content sigh. “I feel very peaceful right about now if you want to know.”
The words left George’s lips before he realized and he felt the tips of his ears burning. He had never been this mushy with anyone except family - and it came so naturally when he was near you.
“Well I feel very peaceful as well.”
George felt your hand ruffle his hair a bit, his heartbeat becoming unsteady and stumbling over itself.
Soon after he sensed you standing up from beside him and then a few moments later, the sound of water being gently sloshed around could be heard.
“The water feels quite nice.”
George turned his head on the dewy grass and watched you step into the shallow water, the image before him upside down. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Now you really looked like eternal temptation straight from the myths.
The river engulfed your figure so gently.
George had no idea he could be envious of water.
“Come on!” you motioned for him to follow you, looking back over your shoulder at the brunette.
His cute fangs visible at the grin it pulled from him.
He stood up a little too quickly, the change in perspective momentarily making him grab his head to steady himself.
George made quick work to roll up his trousers and rid himself off of his leather jacket, socks and shoes, dropping them somewhere near the empty bottles.
A little more hurriedly than necessary he made his way into the river to be beside you. The cold water gave him goosebumps.
You gifted him a warm smile when he stood next to you.
For a while the both of you just stared up into the sky, searching for twinkling and sparkling constellations. Unconsciously leaning further into each other. Somewhere in the distance you could hear the familiar croaking of frogs, looking to impress each other.
“s’ really nice out ‘ere with ya..” he slurred into the shared silence.
He stood so close to you now, hands grazing against yours in the cold water. His gaze wandered up to look at your features. As you stood there, illuminated by the moonlight, George felt his breathing growing more erratic.
Perhaps he was just wrecked but the urge to keep leaning into you, to fully grasp your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours washed over him.
“mhm..” you agreed in a soft hum, timidly looking up at him, the motion causing a strand of your hair to loosen and fall across your face.
There was something else in the air all of a sudden.
George’s wrists felt weighted as he lifted one of his hands. Slender fingers gently grasping the strand and tucking it behind your ear.
His palm lingered before softly cupping your cheek.
The two of you blinked at each other. A silent question, a contemplation - a decision.
And then his lips were on yours. The way he kissed stood in contrast to how gently he cradled your face. Your noses squished against each other as if the mere idea of any space between you was a risk.
You gasped into the kiss, only enabling him to deepen it. George’s other hand came up out of the water and held you by the waist, pulling you impossibly closer. It took you a second to fully grasp what was happening, it felt almost surreal to be here.
At midnight, waist deep in a river and clumsily kissing the boy that had occupied your thoughts ever since you first saw him.
One of your hands came up to rest on the back of his neck, the cold water clinging to your skin startling him and causing him to momentarily break the kiss.
Tangled silhouettes panting heavily before finding each other's gaze.
“Fuck.”
That was all the boy could whisper before he met you again halfway for another kiss. This time it felt hungry. Wanting, needing.
George pulled you flush against him, feeling your hand grasp at his shirt. If he hadn't been too wrapped up in the feeling of your soft lips and your sweet taste he would have melted at the gesture. Like you were clinging to him for dear life, as if he was the only one that could save you from a terrible fate.
“George..” The whimper of his own name seemed to melt a fuse in his brain because the hand that had been softly caressing your cheek now wandered lower, the one on your waist gripping impossibly tight. Like you could slip from him if he didn’t hold you properly
His fingers trembled as they trailed over your neck and you shivered - a good excuse to pull each other even closer.
He slightly pulled at your bottom lip with his teeth, eliciting another sound from you that had his insides on fire.
George felt like he was floating, head wrapped in cotton as time seemed to halt. It was almost too perfect, he thought - and then you slightly stiffened in his embrace.
You pulled away hesitantly and he couldn't help himself from chasing after you. His tongue slipped between your lips, silently memorizing every inch of you he could taste.
“Georgie..” you gasped, one of your hands coming up to slightly scratch at the nape of his neck, twisting a few small curls around your fingers. A gesture that pulled a dreamy hum from him.
Your other hand came to rest on his chest, palm gently pushing at him for you to separate for a second.
“You- you're a lot more drunk than me I think.” you laughed breathlessly, averting your eyes from his and focusing on his fingers that were splayed at your waist.
“M’ not..” he mumbled, resting his forehead against yours, his lips twitching at the amount of control it took him not to close the gap.
“Definitely are..” you said, reaching up to lightly poke at his cheek, a touch which he immediately leant into, closing his eyes.
If George could see himself he'd probably blush and faint at his own neediness. Just a simple touch from you had his knees buckling.
“Just one more.. one more kiss please..” He muttered, face nuzzling and kissing your palm.
It was you who caught his lips this time around. Starting out in another gentle rhythm, like a slow dance to a bittersweet song. Soon enough your breathing quickened, George's hands sliding up and down your sides like he was barely containing himself.
You slightly pulled at his hair at the touch, a soft groan escaping his swollen wet lips.
“I love you.”
it was barely above a whisper. The river's murmur threatened to carry the sound away before it could reach your ears - and yet it didn't.
You pulled back in an instant, eyes wide and parted lips as you stared up at him.
“Say that again.” You didn't believe your own senses, just the possibility of having heard what you did sobering you up in an instant.
George's head slumped slightly forward, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, placing featherlight kisses along your skin.
“I love you.” He whispered, voice cracking slightly.
Of course he did. He loved you. And it was as if the fog had lifted and he could finally see clearly.
He loved you so much.
A beat of silence followed. The world stopped spinning and he held his breath. And then your arms were around his neck, pulling yourself into his embrace so abruptly that he couldn't keep his footing on the slippery ground of the river. With a yelp the both of you stumbled and fell backwards, submerging in the water while still holding onto each other.
Rapidly, George scrambled to sit up, his hands firmly holding your face in a brief panic.
“Are ya alright-?” he suppressed a cough at the small amount of water that had shot up his nose, eyes fixated on you and you alone.
You blinked, water slightly burning in your eyes.
Like so many times tonight, the look you then shared seemed to express whatever none of you were brave enough to confront - at least for now.
Instead you couldn't help the giggle that erupted from your cold wet lips. George felt like passing out. He stared at you like you hung the stars into the sky - your amusement contagiously infecting him and he hugged you flush against him.
The two of you were completely soaked, water rising up to your chest as you sat on top of him, revelling in the feeling of being so close.
“I love you too.” you murmured against his chest and he pressed his lips to your damp hairline. Lingering impossibly long.
“We should get out Georgie, we'll catch a cold.”
“Mhm.. in a minute sweetheart..”
The minute would stretch quite a bit as you sat there, the slight push and pull of the water comfortable and sleep inducing - if it hadn't been for your clothes clinging to your skin, the both of you could have probably drifted off.
And as you eventually got out for George to walk you home, you heard him sneezing behind you.
Thank you to everyone who checked out my Ringo fic so far hihi I've been kicking my feet at the comments and reblogs lolol <3
Besides that I have a Modern AU George Harrison fic in my drafts where reader and him get high and play dark souls - I don't know if people are into that even but I thought it would be cute hehehe
Pairing: Ringo Starr x F!Reader / Established Relationship
Content: PORN with feelings (trust this is just raunchy)
Summary: Based off of his song "Monkey See Monkey Do". Ringo wants to try out something new with you, will he be more convincing than your insecurities?
Word Count: ca. 5600
Authors Note: That song is genuinely insane. "Eat all the jungle" ???? Uhm yeah if he isnt an eater i dont even know what to think of men as a whole anymore. Also I pictured this with 69' Ringo in mind but it really doesn't matter, his moustache gets mentioned once. ALSO: Ringo is a bush enthusiast™ I just had no idea how to write that
“Could you pass me the sugar please?” you mumbled, eyes full with sleep, stretching your arms impossibly high and yawning once for good measure.
It had been a slow morning for Ringo and you and it was pleasant to feel so sleepy at the breakfast table once in a while.
“Of course, sugar.” He quipped, the cheesiness making you giggle. A sound that made Ringo’s heart flutter.
He sat down across from you after reaching over to place the tray in front of you. His eyes momentarily dropped down to the exposed skin of your waist as you stretched so thoroughly.
“You’re like a cat sometimes you know.” He said, buttering up a slice of bread for himself.
A content sigh left your lips as you let your arms fall loosely to your sides, smiling at the way he was looking at you. Your foot met his under the table with a very gentle push which he returned promptly, equally smiley.
It was just one of those mornings that started out in a good mood.
So why not ask her now?
Ringo chewed absent mindedly. Using the motion as an excuse to mull over something he’d been thinking about for a while now.
It had just been another typical ‘guy’ conversation. Talking about the songs they were writing, the women they were written for and then the raunchy side of things.
Ringo would occasionally open up about his intimate life to the others, mostly when he was feeling particularly good about the last night with you but on most days he would just sit back and listen to John and Paul exchange sex advice as if it was as casual as tuning their guitars.
And then suddenly, John had turned to him.
“Ay Richie, I bet ya could make your bird sing with only that knob o’ yours.” He laughed at his own statement, earning a slap from Paul who was also snickering.
Ringo didn’t react much, but it wasn’t impossible to see the gears turning in his head.
“How do you mean?” George asked, unplugging an amp.
“I mean Rich should try to eat his girl out, might give us some good inspiration.” John had a shit eating grin on his face, Paul still laughing from his audacity.
“You better watch your tone.” Ringo said, forcing a stern look. Internally though, the thought wouldn’t leave him alone.
And it’s not like he hadn’t tried to act on it, he wasn’t shy about what he wanted to do, you were.
When he had gotten home from the studio one night, he was pleasantly surprised to find you more needy than usual and when he carried you over to the bedroom he made sure to pepper your belly and inner thighs with sweet gentle kisses but every time his face neared your center you’d mewl and pull him away by his hair.
“But baby…” He tried to tell you what he wanted to give you, what he knew he could give you but when you shut him up with a slow, messy kiss, he was fine with trying again some other time.
And he felt that ‘some other time’ was now. At 10 in the morning. While you were both still waking up and he hadn’t even lost his morning wood as his mind was already picturing his head squeezed between your thighs.
Ringo studied your face for a moment, he hoped you hadn’t noticed but when your brows furrowed at him in question, he knew this was now or never.
“You know, Peaches…”
He began, warmth spreading through your entire body at the nickname.
“I’ve been wanting to try something out.” He confessed. Letting it linger for a moment, awaiting your reaction.
You just kept looking at him, urging him to keep going while you were chewing on your breakfast.
And now he wrestled with himself. Did he want to turn this lazy gleeful morning into a lustful one? If it were up to him he’d wipe everything off the table and ask you to sit down on it while he kneeled in front of you like he thinks he should.
“Ah..” his breath stuttered in his throat, an adorable nasal laugh leaving him.
“Tell meeee” you whined playfully, poking his leg again with your foot and he couldn’t help but smile, still a bit unsure how he should even word it.
He went through a multitude of different ways he could approach this but he felt like time was running out. You narrowed your eyes at him, tilting your head slightly.
His eyes followed the movement of your throat as you swallowed, almost in trance when he opened his mouth:
“Can I eat you out?”
Ringo was glad that you had the window opened, a birds song filling the silence that was now festering in your bright and cozy kitchen.
He felt your foot retracting from his leg, you were timidly drawing more into yourself, one leg propped up on the chair now, your chin resting atop of it.
The Beatle felt a tinge of guilt eat away at him. You did blush but looked extremely conflicted. Your reaction from the other night seemingly stemming from an underlying issue.
“Rich..” you sounded more pleading than he had expected, eyes averting his like on the first night you two slept together. He already had an idea where this was coming from.
“Please, let me make you feel good.” His hand reached up to intertwine his fingers with yours on the table. A gesture you followed willingly, even giving his hand a little squeeze.
You never wanted him to feel like he was the problem. Most of the time it was your own issues that hindered you, especially when it came to intimacy.
On the first night you slept together he had to constantly tell you how well you were doing because you were so afraid of disappointing him. He didn’t mind it at all but you still wished you weren’t as uptight sometimes.
Especially when the idea of what he proposed aroused you just as much as it scared you.
“I just don’t.. I don’t know, it’s maybe disgusting for you, I don’t know.” you muttered, eyes briefly meeting his kind gaze.
“Is that your only worry?” He asked, tone earnest and you hesitantly nodded.
Gently and carefully he removed his hand from yours. “Go ahead and eat your breakfast please, you’re beautiful peaches. You really are. Every inch of you.”
Your lips parted at the softness of his voice, of his eyes looking at you with such immense love. He often told you you were beautiful, he did so every day. But right now, as he was sitting across from you, you really felt it. Even if just for a split second.
Another smile tugged at your lips and you two finished eating in comfortable silence, occasionally the both of you humming along the tune of one of the birds outside.
—
After another while of basking in the morning sun, you decided to finally tidy up. Ringo had been dozing off across from you, chin resting on his hand.
One of his eyes slightly opened at your motion, watching you intently.
You didn’t notice as you piled up all the dishes in the center of the table but Ringo was staring- more like drooling, at the plush of your thighs that was squeezing out slightly from the boxershorts you were wearing- were those his?!
Ringo hummed and when you stepped around to his side of the table to collect his glass, he snaked an arm around you, spreading his legs in a smooth motion and pulling you between them. A giggle elicited from your lips at his antics. His face was on the same level as your chest and he leaned his head into you with a sigh, kissing the curve of your breasts through the fabric of your pajama shirt.
Your hands softly stroked the nape of his neck and up to massage his scalp. He was practically melting into your figure at this point.
Another giggle left you when he kissed his way further down your stomach, his fingers pulling the fabric up slightly. He was looking up at you with lidded eyes as he pressed his warm lips against your belly. The question from earlier today was clearly still on his mind in the way he looked at you.
You slightly squirmed under his gaze, but this time he wouldn’t let you get off so easily. Unless it was on his face of course.
“Richie.. I don't know if you really want to..” you trailed off, too caught up in scenarios of how he would react. Telling you how disgusting you tasted and how differently he’d imagined it.
“Oh, I want to.” He raised his eyebrows in emphasis. God, he looked like a kicked puppy.
“I think you want the idea of it but-” it sounded like a growl but before you could even realize what was going on, Ringo had grabbed you by the waist and turned the both of you around. His big hands hoisted you up onto the window sill, your back pressing against the glass as you watched your boyfriend fall to his knees before you like you were a guardian angel amidst a battlefield.
“Rich-” you tried again but then your thighs were spread open aggressively by two calloused hands. Rings cold against your hot skin.
Ringo couldn't help but groan when he saw the visible dark patch on the thick material of his boxershorts you were wearing. “And you’re so wet for it too…” he said, brows furrowing, his voice desperate. As if he just couldn't understand why you were fighting this in the first place.
He left a trail of open mouthed kisses along the inside of your thigh, feeling his face heating up from the proximity. When his nose bumped against your clit through the fabric of your underwear, your back arched off the window and you moaned, sending jolts of energy through his own veins.
His mouth came to rest above where your entrance would be, tenderly kissing along your clothed center, still making it a point though to rub against your clit deliberately.
You writhed above him, he kept your thighs spread although he could feel you wanting to squeeze them together.
“Gonna make you feel so good, sugar”
When he heard no further protest from you, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down, throwing them somewhere to the side.
“Shame really, they squeezed your thighs so cutely..” He said, drawing a bashful breathless laugh from you. His fingers softly grazed your center, your hitched breath making his cock twitch.
“Fuck, think I could go for seconds.” He winked up at you and the ridiculousness of it all had you full on laughing - at which he playfully pouted. “You’re so cheesy…”
“Should I put my mouth to better use then?” Another smirk that had you weak. If you could you’d melt into a puddle.
Ringo’s fingers stilled, he was being cheeky but still wanted a real answer. But god- the temptation to just lick up into you right now was damn near killing him.
Your eyes were fixed on something behind him. He knew that look. You were wrestling with yourself. And he could tell how much you wanted to say ‘yes’ based on the fact that he could literally pick up the scent of your arousal.
“Maybe.. maybe a little bit.” You mumbled and Ringo firsthand experienced the so-called ‘cuteness aggression’ bubbling up inside of him.
How could you be so endearingly shy while he was between your legs like a servant, literal centimetres from tasting you?
“A little bit then.” The warm smile on his face was worth going to war for. Eyes sparkling like he had just won the lottery.
With the same gentleness as if you were made from glass, he let his fingers travel through your folds, spreading your wetness.
The intensity with which he looked at your pussy was downright filthy. And then the guy had the nerve to lick his lips. You were positively mortified at the way your hips twitched forward.
Deep blue eyes flickered up to you - oh you would never be able to contain his ego after this.
There was no sense of urgency in the way he carefully inserted his ring finger. You moaned shyly when you felt the cold metal of his rings press against your sensitive skin.
“Mmhm, still so tight for me baby, haven’t changed, have you?” His voice was low and his lips hovering so close to your clit - teasing. “God knows I tried.” He breathlessly laughed at his own dirty remark before finally closing his lips around your bundle of nerves, drawing a moan from you that neither of you had been expecting.
Ringo began sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue, occasionally a low growl would leave his throat, sending the vibrations straight to your core. Meanwhile he had begun full on thrusting his finger into you, the sounds that filled the room making you blush.
You released your grip from the window sill and instead tangled it in his hair, slightly tugging and to your surprise he immediately moaned at the sensation. “Do that again please…” He momentarily stopped just to look up at you with pleading eyes. And how could you refuse him?
Another slight pull, tugging him impossibly closer. He moaned again. His fingers kept thrusting up into you with laughable ease now
“You like it when you make me moan?” he mumbled, the grip you had on his head tightened and he squeezed his eyes shut in bliss. “Can feel you clenching around me whenever I do…”
And just like that his mouth was back on your clit, tongue swirling and massaging you like it was the only thing he’d ever known. Your legs began to tremble as you approached your release, one of your thighs that wasn’t spread by him squeezing into his cheek.
It wasn’t lost on you how he intentionally removed his palm from your other thigh, instead using it to spread your folds in a way that was nothing short of vulgar. You couldn’t help yourself when you trapped his head between your thighs as he sucked on your clit, fingers thrusting impossibly deep and curling at the end.
“Rich!” You finally gasped and when you felt the world crashing down around you, you pulled his face even closer. Not even noticing the way you instinctively began grinding yourself on his nose, riding out your orgasm which seemed to extend every time you heard Ringo moan between your legs.
He wasn’t complaining, if anything he thought he should be thankful for being able to lap up at you like a man starved.
With a light headed ‘sorry’ you relaxed your legs, effectively setting him free. Your eyes were closed in exhaustion.
“Peaches…” he mumbled something incoherently between your thighs. You were too dazed to process anything. Your heart began to slow down, muscles twitching in relaxation. A deep and content sigh left you as you felt the morning sun through the window warming your back like the most comfortable hug.
You heard another mutter in your lap. Ringo’s heart stumbled when you looked down at him, hands caressing his neck and lightly scratching his head. His head leaned against your thigh in a droopy manner, a lopsided smile on his face, sleepy pools of ocean blue looking back up at you.
He was embarrassed at the notion but he felt like your puppy. You stroked his hair like he’d done an extraordinary job and if he could he’d purr at your administrations.
“Did you hear what I said?” He asked softly. Your throat went dry at the gravel in his voice.
Of course you hadn’t and you admitted it with a lazy shake of your head, making him chuckle.
Ringo loved seeing you so relaxed, this felt right. He’d bruise his knees until they were bloody if it meant he could be cradled in your lap like this with such a sight before him.
“Sit on my face baby..” Ringo nuzzled his face deeper into the plush of your thighs as he mumbled against you. He could fall asleep right here as well.
There was heat creeping through your veins at his words, the way he said it was so matter of factly. There was no discussion around it. “I don’t know Richie..”
“I do though.” He immediately responded, a weak giggle escaping you at his eagerness.
“What are you so afraid of?” Ringo’s earnest gaze met yours. Steadying and holding you in his hands which were running along the outside of your legs now, obsessed with the softness.
Your hands halted the massage on his scalp (which he pouted at very subtly) as you thought about a concrete issue instead of just the uncomfortable feeling that arose whenever you thought about it.
“I’m afraid I’ll suffocate you or something.” You finally said, huffing at the way it sounded.
“Richie!”
Suddenly you let out a whelp and gripped the edge of the window sill with one hand trying to steady yourself when Ringo locked his arms around both of your thighs, squeezing them together around his head like you had done just now, letting out a guttural albeit played up moan against your center.
“I’d die a happy man.”
Oh god he drove you crazy.
You actually considered just letting him lead you…
“Well.. I mean I just don’t want my knees to hurt.” you said sheepishly, tips of your ears burning. You were still trying to dodge it but your excuses became a lot more vague. Something that your boyfriend picked up on of course, his eyes lighting up in the chance he saw.
He had softened the grip on your thighs, going back to caressing your skin as gently as possible, although he couldn’t help the slight shake in his hands at his arousal.
Ringo was painfully hard in his boxers, precum leaking through the fabric the entire time. The fact that he could tell that you were getting turned on again so shortly after you already came was not helping much.
“‘Course not baby, come on.” He placed a few last kisses to the warm skin of your thighs before raising up from his knees, helping you to your own feet after taking your hand in his. You slightly averted your gaze when you noticed just how hard he was. Fuck, he so unbelievably big, even just in his boxers.
He led you over to the couch of your living room and you bit your lip at the open-ness of it. The living room was flooded with light from the giant glass sliding door to your garden. It looked very homely. A stark contrast to what you were about to do in this cozy space.
You watched your boyfriend intently, absolutely hot and bothered, as he sat down on the couch, the fabric dipping beneath him. He sat there for a second, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. His eyes were heavy-lidded. You couldn’t believe how much he wanted this.
“But.. I mean should we do like..” your voice felt like giving out so instead you formed a six and a nine with your hands, hoping he’d get the idea.
Luckily, you hoped right because he let out a breathy laugh, eyes widened ever so slightly.
“No peaches, I don't think you understand.” Now it was his turn to be nervous, he gulped and didn’t meet your eyes to finish his thought.
“I wan-.” He began but started over shortly after: “I need you to use me. Just use me”
All air escaped your lungs. Usually he was the dominant one. You had never talked about the dynamic beforehand, it just sort of naturally fell into place. Insecurity made you more prone to following his lead anyway and you really enjoyed every bit of it.
It was like he saw the gears turning in your head after his confession. He hurriedly added: “Ya don’t have to change anythin’ about yourself, peaches. Just-”
He sighed, ringing for the right words.
It gave you a strange sense of comfort how nervous he was about expressing this need. Like this was new for both of you, equally thrilling as it was terrifying.
Ringo usually fit very well into the dominant image of ‘a man’. He was naturally manly, proud of it too. Especially when you’d come up to him after practice when he’s all sweaty and you’d linger for longer than expected, as if you were inhaling his scent. It felt very raw, and he liked that.
But John had put something into his brain and he had to figure it out now.
“Just imagine I’m a pillow or somethin'...” he mumbled, uncertainty in each syllable.
Something in your brain clicked and you squeezed your legs together. The image of grinding down onto his face like he wasn’t even there- essentially humping him like a teenager would do to their pillow at night-
You bit your bottom lip when you watched him pull his shirt up over his head. Arms flexing at the motion. The way he looked was the way he felt and it sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. It was like he was getting ready to be sacrificed- to his own personal goddess, he thought.
You nodded absent mindedly, too star struck by the image in front of you. He slowly lay down, arms awkwardly at his sides.
And now you just stood there, unsure what to do, how to do anything, really. It was like your brain short circuited.
“Richard?” You saw his face twitch at the use of his full name. You’d never use it except for when you were absolutely serious. He hummed in response.
“Can you close your eyes?” “Of course baby.” And then the piercing blue gaze disappeared and you felt oddly alone all of a sudden. You looked around your living room for a second before your eyes drifted outside to your garden, birds still singing happily.
Then you felt his hand searching for yours, lightly squeezing as if telling you he was ready. It made you crack a slight smile. Your nervous system made this seem like you were made to walk the plank.
You began by straddling his chest, not confident enough to go in guns ablazing. When he felt you in nothing but your pajama top hovering above his skin, his hips slightly thrust upward- meeting nothing.
A gasp left you. “Rich, I can take care of you too I don’t-”
You flinched on top of him as he let out one loud whiny groan.
“For fuck’s sake woman, do I have to drag you onto my tongue?!”
The cold metal of his rings pressed against the back of your thighs, urging you to finally, finally let him drown in you. His eyes were still closed, although he was struggling now.
“Richard.” you said in a shaky and defeated voice.
“Peaches.” He replied defiantly.
He slung an arm across his closed eyes, further shielding him from your view and preparing himself for what he was about to say. His last resort before he’d just flip you around and shove his hard cock into your leaking cunt while holding your face down into the cushions.
I mean, this was getting painful for him as well!
He’d rarely felt more horny than he did eating you out and has been sporting the same erection for about 2 hours now, his patience was running thin, could you really blame him?
Ringo mulled it over in his head again. He could still feel you hovering above his chest. Not even letting him feel you on his body too! He knew you were insecure and was trying to be as gentle as possible but it was nothing short of torture what you were doing to him!
“Please.” he croaked out, so quiet at first you could have missed it.
“Please, what more can I say to just make you scoot up here? Please!"
Oh he was begging now.
Was that a tear welling up in his eyes?
There was a brief moment of panic overtaking you at the conflicting scene playing out in front of you. You had never seen him in a state like this. Sure, he was easily moved to tears but not when it came to intimacy. So the second you saw a tear roll down his cheek, eyes still hidden beneath his lids, you dove down and deeply kissed him, pressing yourself as close to him as you could, though still on his chest.
His whimpering turned into a strangled moan as you made out with him.
“Yeah, yeah baby and now jus'..-” Once again you felt his left hand grip the back of your thigh, pushing you higher with much more force now.
You yelped and tried to steady yourself on the armrest, gasping at the way he was manhandling you again.
And then you felt his hot mouth on your center. Eyes rolling back at the vibrations of his relieved groans right into your heat.
“Fuck, that’s right.” you heard him mutter, dragging another moan from you when he gripped your hips with a newfound sense of urgency and forcefully pressed you right down onto him, nose sliding against your clit so absolutely deliciously that it had you arching your back at the contact.
His tongue was all over, sloppy and absolutely messy. His face kept tilting up to keep his nose on that sweet little bundle of nerves, a grin sneaking onto his busy lips.
It was nice to know that the feature he had been so insecure about in his youth would soon have you screaming his name for the entire neighbourhood to hear.
But apart from that he wanted you to take for once. His hands softened in their grip on your hips, slowing his movement so he wasn’t literally dragging you across his face anymore. The change of pace made you mewl on top of him. “Rich please, keep going.”
You whined like a child and he couldn't help but chuckle.
“Use me baby, please.” he said, pressing a featherlight kiss on your entrance and you shivered.
“Just close your eyes and ride my face, sugar.” He panted breathlessly, dragging another moan from you when he shoved his tongue back into your wet pussy, thrusting at a deliberate pace but it just wasn’t enough.
You were so turned on by everything but the embarrassment just wouldn’t go away and the fact that he kept asking you to do these things while perfectly capable of taking care of it himself instead of making you jump over your own shadow- there was a growing frustration festering next to the immense feelings of pleasure.
A frustration that Ringo would be thankful for, as it would turn out.
He had completely lost the grip on your hips now, his arms merely leaning against the curves of your body.
His tongue was still lapping up at your hot core yet you couldn’t help but notice how little attention your clit was given now. Very reluctantly and hesitantly your hips twitched forward in hopes of meeting his nose-
“Rich!” Another frustrated whine left you when you looked down and saw him craning his neck upward, just out of your reach, an amused twinkle in his eyes as he held eye contact while flattening his tongue against your folds. Desperation clawing at your insides.
You tried again, another hesitant twitch of your hips to which he moved further out of your reach.
Now it was your turn to let out an exasperated groan and instinct seemed to take over momentarily.
One of your hands tangled itself into his hair, gripping tightly, keeping him in place.
Oh god, Ringo felt like he could cum right then and there.
And then you finally dragged your wet cunt over his face. A strained, utterly broken and high pitched moan that escaped his throat sent shivers up and down your entire body, spurring you on even more.
Steadily, a pace established itself and you lost yourself in the pleasure, the raunchiness of it all. Your hips especially stuttered whenever you humped your clit against his nose.
“Fuck.. thank you baby, thank you.” You moaned at his words, his tongue occasionally slipping back into your cunt.
“mmhm, f-fuck.. Richie..” you mewled when his hands began to roam all over your legs, travelling up to your ass, kneading and groping the flesh like it was his only anchor to reality.
It felt so unbelievably good, just to chase your own pleasure like he was your own personal toy. Like sitting on a fucking throne.
Your vision went hazy, there were no thoughts shared between either of you except for the instinctive roll of your hips - each grind on his face dragged another whimpery moan from his throat. You’d never heard him like this before and it had your hips stuttering at the tight feeling building at your core.
The pace became sloppy, selfish. Your hand was still gripping at his hair and you dared to look over your shoulder for but a second, the sight drove you wild.
Ringo was so fucking hard, his boxers completely drenched in precum, one leg propped up and bent at the knee. Hips desperately thrusting up into nothingness.
You dragged your clit against his nose one last time before coming undone above him with a pornstar-worthy moan of his name. Back arching, muscles twitching, if you hadn’t already been pressing yourself onto his tongue that was eagerly licking up into you, his death grip keeping you in place would have done the job.
“mmhmpf, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He muttered up into you, a panicked tremble that snapped you out of your post-orgasm haze and you tried to scramble up, scared that you’d hurt him. But he kept you pressed to his tongue and nose like it was his air to breathe, your sensitive and fucked out body twitching in response.
“Rich..” you mewled, there was no way he didn’t notice you cumming, you thought and then you swore you felt your heart skip a beat.
A loud moan echoed through your body and you couldn’t help your body going limp at the overstimulation.
And then his grip softened. You immediately felt how it would bruise you later today.
Both of you panting in silence for a beat before you slowly and cautiously (and a little flustered) removed yourself from your beautiful boyfriend. You slid down onto the soft carpet that lay before your couch, head leaning on your arms that you propped up next to his head. A violent blush crept up from your collarbones at the image in front of you. His entire face was glistening, lips and moustache were shiny and glossy with your essence.
His eyes were closed, chest rising and falling like he was working something out.
Your hand came up to softly stroke his cheek, cradling his face and eliciting a soft sigh from him, a slight smile curling on his lips.
“Give me a minute and I can return the favor.” you murmured, matching his dreamy expression.
And then his face flushed a shade of red you’d never seen before.
“uhm, no I’m- uh I’m fine, thank you baby.”
That stung.
“What, but-” his eyes opened and met yours in a serious expression. Hesitantly, you let your gaze wander from his beautiful baby blues down his toned body and that is when your lips parted- absolutely stunned. The dark patch on his boxers was significantly more obvious than before, his cock not straining against the material anymore. He came from just eating you out.
“That’s fucking embarassing.” He mumbled, still red as a tomato. His hands came up to cover his face.
You grabbed his wrists in a swift motion and pulled them away, kissing him as if you had a fever and tasting yourself on his tongue was the only cure. He responded after a brief second with the same passion, albeit more reserved - you thought it was the cutest thing ever.
“You’re so fucking hot..” you whispered against his lips, if he wanted to you’d go for round three without hesitation.
He let out another bashful whimper into the kiss. God if he didn’t stop making that noise…
“Hot? I creamed my boxers like a teenager..” His voice cracked at that. Oh he was a mess, you never saw him this spent before and that meant something.
You pressed one last sweet kiss to his swollen red lips. “You’re the most angelic man I ever laid my eyes on.”
He lightly shoved your shoulder at that, turning his head to the back of the couch to hide the lovestruck grin that forced itself onto his lips.
Your heart swelled at the sight of him and you rose to your feet with trembling legs (not without kissing his temple though).
“I’ll get you a towel.” you said sweetly, earning a weak and sleepy hum in response.
When you returned you heard the familiar sound of soft snoring. Like so many times this morning, you couldn’t help but smile.
Hi 🥰 i read your Paul fic and it was so cute ❤️ could you write something fluffy with ringo? like a first date at a café or somewhere cozy🍰 but reader kinda lives under a rock and has zero clue the beatles are that famous, and only finds out when fans come up to him during the date for autographs and pics 📸
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!ringo starr x reader
summary: ringo and you end up at a cute date, little do you know your soon to be boyfriend is pretty famous
warnings: fluff / flirting
an: first request!! also sorry it took long literally been busy for my bday!! also im not a big ringo fan so i tried my best to make it believable, i’ll get better! lmk how i did!! sorry for typos, repetitiveness, or lack of desc!!
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you looked in the mirror one last time, adjusting your sunglasses and short dress. you were going on a date! finally after moping around claiming to never find love, a charming and yet melancholy man with soft blue eyes decided to waltz into your life. richie, you took his name while trying to find some new accessories for you at a store. he had bumped into you while looking at some rings. he apologized profusely, till you told him it was okay and giggled at his kindness. he seemed to be very interested in you so when he asked you out before saying farewell, you took the chance.
you gave him your number as he told you it would be harder for you to contact him. you were have glad to have picked up the phone while at your small apartment in gloomy liverpool to find richie on the other line. which you now knew he actually went by ringo. he just formally introduced himself to look professional he said. you both picked a cozy, small and quiet cafe. ringo had told you he hated crowds, which was understandable but it wasn’t like he was famous, right?
you found yourself at a tiny table in the more back corner of the cafe, waiting for ringo to show up. your head shot up from the barley sipped coffee you ordered and saw a man, assuming it was ringo he was wearing a paperboy hat and sunglasses. you questioned it since it was a bit gloomy out but you had guessed it was a style choice. as soon as he saw you he lit up. “there you are, finally glad to see you again love” he took the seat in front of you.
you smiled back at him “wouldn’t miss it” you both made some small talk and the waitress taking your order seemed a little nervous, she wasn’t like that before but when she saw ringo we became all flustered. you couldn’t help but feel you were missing something. she took his order and jotted down your quick snack she hurried away.
“do people just get nervous around you?” you tilted your head in question. “yeah, actually. quite annoying at times” ringo shook his head disapproving. you both began talking about life, and hobbies, favorite music, fashion, family life. the whole three course meal of questions. this ended up with a playful argument about what instrument to was key to the band. “it’s drums darling”, he crossed his arms. “it’s the guitars, they give melody”, you looked at him, “but the drums are very important” he nodded proud of himself but you shook your head and giggled. you were enjoying yourself, seeing him get flustered over your light flirting, and you doing the same but hiding your smile with your hands. everything was sunshine and daisies till these three teenage girls came in squealing. shouting many things, “ringo! ringo!”, “can you sign my arm!”, “can you sign this picture!”
the girls scrambled over to him shoving things at him while he just smiled and began giving signatures. the girls just gave you quick and nasty looks, like if they were the ones being interrupted from a date. before the girls began to speak after getting their signatures, ringo then told them, “i gave you the bloody signatures, now you can go” he stood his ground very politely you might add while the girls sadly and reluctantly walked away.
you sat there dazzled and confused. “so are you famous?” you looked at him, he sighed and looked at you. “do you know the beatles?” he asked you. you shook your head, “no?” he almost dropped his mouth open in awe of not knowing this beatles group. “well i’m apart of a very famous band, lot of girls come up and ask for photos, and autographs and things like that” you nodded, “i see, do you like being in a band then?” you asked him taking a sip of coffee. “i like it at times without the girls it’s just flying out to cities and being with me mates all the time” he has pondered. you gave him a small smile, “that sounds like fun, you have to introduce me to your band mates then” hinting at another date he was quick to say yes. you sadly parted after since ringo had some meeting to attend, probably that band he was talking about. you wondered what your future relationship would be like when dating a famous beatle but you’d rather experience than wonder.
although you’re cute date was interrupted you knew you wanted another one, specially without screaming girls, and just you and your sweet ringo.
