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Rigon

Guys help me out here did I make a typo in my last post?? 😭

Can I request something sweet and sexy with Ringo? ❤️💞💫

Of course you can! :) 🌟

Just a few questions before I start writing, if that's cool:

Are you okay with a blurb/short one shot?

Do you want this to be actual smut or just implied nsfw?

What gender would you want the reader to be?

Is there anything else you'd like me to include?

Feel free to message me with your responses (or comment on this post if you'd prefer)! 💞

Ringo X Fem!Reader- "Shower Head"

(thank you to @marmaladeskies67 for requesting this! they wanted a sweet + smutty Ringo fic, possibly something in the shower ;) it ended up far longer than I originally intended- hope you enjoy nonetheless! 💕)

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️!!!VERY NSFW!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

DISCLAIMERS:

this is my first full smut fic, so please be kind! :)

the words "c!nt" and "c!ck" are used quite a few times- if this makes you uncomfortable, I would advise you not to read any further

(this fic starts where my last imagine left off, except in this scenario you're getting ready to shower instead of bathe)

You grin smugly at him and reply: "How about now?"

Ringo suddenly regains his confidence and smirks- he steps back into the room and closes the door, locking it behind him. "In that case..." he says, unbuttoning his shirt: "I'll join you." He looks into your eyes as he unfastens each button one by one and shrugs his shirt off, tossing it onto the bathroom counter. Ringo steps closer to you and places a hand on either side of your face, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours in a heated, passionate kiss. You're both out of breath by the time Ringo pulls away; his cheeks are flushed pink, his full lips are parted and his eyes are half-lidded, gazing longingly at you.

When Ringo steps back you take the opportunity to drop your towel, letting it slide down the hills and valleys of your body and fall to the floor as you maintain eye contact with him. His azure eyes widen and he looks you up and down slowly. Ringo stares at you in awe, mouth slightly agape as he takes his time to admire your physique. "You are... absolutely stunning, Y/N. I'm so damn lucky to have you," he tells you breathlessly, then grabs you by the waist and pulls you in for yet another snog. You don't think you'll ever get enough of the feeling- his plush lips against yours, the taste of him, the sensuality of his movements... it's heaven on Earth. Ringo licks your bottom lip softly and you part your lips for him. Your tongues dance with one another- not fighting for dominance, but tangling together in perfect harmony. When he steps back once more, there's a string of saliva connecting your lips; Ringo gently wipes it away with the back of his hand.

His eyes find yours, a sort of hunger behind them as he runs his hand down his chest, over his stomach, past his 'happy trail,' and to his belt buckle. He unfastens the belt and pulls it through each loop painfully slowly before unbuttoning his pants and zipping down his fly. Ringo pulls his jeans down, steps out of them, and tosses them aside: "How about you get rid of my boxers for me, darling?" Ringo asks, his voice husky and dripping with seduction.

You nod and kneel obediently, taking one side of the waistband in your teeth and hooking your index finger into the other. As you pull Ringo's boxers down his erection springs free and nearly slaps your cheek. You gaze eagerly at it- thick and hard and veiny, and practically begging for your touch- and wrap your hand around the base. Ringo shivers at your touch and you give the head a kitten lick, earning a groan from the man. As you take his length into your mouth he leans his head back, the heat and wetness overwhelming his nerves. Ringo's hands tangle themselves in your hair and you bob your head back and forth, pleasuring him at a leisurely pace. Not even a full minute passes before he speaks up: "C-Careful, love," he gasps out between moans, "'M close... but I wanna- mmh- finish in yer cunt."

Ringo slides out of your mouth and you stand up, pulling the shower curtain aside. Your boyfriend steps out of his boxers and follows you into the shower; to the surprise of you both the water still runs hot, cascading down your bodies as he positions himself behind you. Ringo presses himself flush against you and you can feel his erection poking your backside. "I think it's your turn now, sweetheart," he growls in your ear, sending waves of arousal rippling throughout your body. You feel how rough and calloused his fingertips are as he slides his hands over and down the soft skin of your stomach. You spread your thighs wider and Ringo slips a hand between your legs.

You feel two thick fingers stroke your lips, and you whine as Ringo circles your clit teasingly. He chuckles softly: "So needy already?" he asks, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. Despite knowing that his question was rhetorical, you respond with a nod: "Only for you, Ritchie~" "Good girl," he purrs and slips a finger into you, pumping it slowly in and out. You whimper and moan Ringo's name, arching your back against him and letting your head lull back onto his shoulder. His pace quickens and he slides another bulky digit inside of you, his thumb reaching up to play with your clit. "Ahh- Fuck, Ritchie," you cry out as Ringo pleasures you with his adept fingers. "That's it, love- just relax," he says, his fingers fucking you faster as his thumb circles your swollen clit. You whine once more and clench around his fingers, your nerves going crazy from the stimulation- you're unable to keep your knees from buckling, and you fall back into Ringo's strong arms as he holds you up. He keeps a steady rhythm (being a drummer, he's exceptionally good at doing so) as you gasp for air, soft moans escaping your lips and sending warm blood rushing to Ringo's hard cock. "F-Fuck," you pant, "I'm close." "It's okay darling, let go- cum for me," his husky voice edges you on and suddenly you're electric- the feeling of his fingers stroking you inside and out is so much, too much, and you're pushed to your climax. You cry out Ringo's name as your body shakes and quivers, your toes curling and your legs now giving out completely as he holds you upright.

When you can finally stand on your own again (albeit still trembling), Ringo slides his fingers out of you and brings them to his lips, sucking on them and savoring what the water hasn't managed to rinse off. "You taste so good, baby" he hums; "Seems like we've got more than enough lube now, eh?" he chuckles as you catch your breath. You turn around to face Ringo and the two of you share a sloppy, desperate open-mouthed kiss.

"I want you, Ritchie," you tell him, your voice low and lustful. "Oh, yeah?" he lifts you up and pins you against the tiled shower wall. "Your arse in that pretty little skirt's kept me 'ard all day, sweetheart," he growls beside your ear. Ringo trails soft kisses along your neck and collarbone, leaving occasional love bites on your sensitive skin. You buck your hips into him and whine: "Ritchie, quit teasing!" "All right, all right," he chuckles at your frustration; "So eager for me." "Just for you," you purr. "Is that so?" he gives you a cheeky grin and lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick cunt. "Uh-huh," you nod enthusiastically, breasts bouncing with each vigorous movement. Ringo looks into your eyes, his own glazed over with lust and want and need for you: "Are you ready, love?" he asks tenderly. "Yes, Ritchie, please," you plead, and with your permission he slides his length into you, stilling when he's buried himself all the way into your cunt.

You whimper at the feeling of being stretched and filled by Ringo and you tighten your hold on his shoulders, gripping them until your knuckles turn ghost-white. He pulls back until just his tip is inside of you, stalling for only a moment before slamming back into you and repeating the motion. Ringo fucks you at an excruciatingly slow pace, speeding up only when you begin to grind against him, begging for some more friction. Ringo groans as he quickens his pace, the filthy sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoing throughout the small room. "Fuck, Y/N.. you're so tight and hot, and- mmh- so wet for me," Ringo growls into your ear as your moans grow louder by the second. "Mm.. ahh.. Ritchie!" you whine as he drills you into the shower wall, the feeling of his cock filling you up so satisfying that you're nearing another orgasm already. Ringo grunts and moans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approaches his climax. "Mmh, Y/N, I'm so close.." Ringo reaches a hand between your legs and rubs sloppy circles on your sensitive clit. You gasp his name and buck your hips instinctively. "Ahh- fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum," Ringo buries himself deep in you and cries out your name as he spills his load inside of you. The warmth of his cum and the stimulation of his fingers teasing you pushes you over the edge and you follow close behind him, moaning Ringo's name as you reach your high once more. He thrusts lazily into you as you ride out your second orgasm.

You collapse against Ringo's chest and he holds you as you heave, exasperated, your combined sweat rinsed off and washed away by the flowing water- which runs cold now, but you two are more than warm enough. When you've summoned up enough strength to stand, Ringo sets you down and gazes breathlessly into your eyes. "That was so.. fucking... good," he pants out. "I love you, Y/N." You look up at him with tired eyes, a satisfied grin on your face: "I love you too, Ritchie." He pulls you close and holds you in a sweet embrace, the water cascading down over your bodies as you relish each other's presence. You stay like that for what seems like (and may be) minutes before Ringo pulls away and speaks: "Guess we'd better get you cleaned up" ♡

howdy! i saw that your taking requests, and i don't know if you just do headcannons or oneshots. if you do happen to do oneshots, could you do a Ringo X Chubby reader where the ringo asks the reader out on a date in front of the lads, but thee reader thinks he's doing it as a joke, but they end up together in the end.

or if you just do head cannons could you d what they would be like with a chubby S/o ?

ooo that'll be my first one shot on this blog !! of course I can :D thank you for the request! 💗

Teddy Boy!John Lennon X Modern!Reader - Smoke & Serendipity 🚬

(based on an anonymous request for a tb!john x modern!reader oneshot where the reader has accidentally traveled back in time !! hope you all enjoy 💕)

Confusion clouds your mind as you blink, trying to make sense of your surroundings. It takes a moment for the realization to sink in: you had somehow traveled back in time.

Suddenly and inexplicably, you find yourself standing atop the cobbled streets of 1950s Liverpool, amidst the buzzing energy of rock 'n' roll and the birth of a cultural revolution.

As you stumble through the unfamiliar streets, your heart races with apprehension. How had this happened? And more importantly, how are you going to get back to your own time?

You begin to notice the judgmental sneers and bewildered stares you were receiving from passers by, many of them clad in tailored suits and long, pleated skirts.

You glance down at your own attire.

Yeah, this isn't going to cut it, you think to yourself. I'd better get out of sight before I draw any more unwanted attention.

You wander a bit further, searching for a suitable place to lay low while you figure out how you're going to get out of this mess, when your eyes land on a hazy, dimly-lit alleyway.

Perfect.

You make a bee-line for the alley's entranceway, desperate to duck into the secluded spot. Before you can slip away into the cover of shadow, a bruised and bloodied teenaged boy storms out of the alley and past you, muttering curses under his breath.

What the hell...

You freeze for a moment, startled by the strange sight. You shake your head side-to-side, regaining focus on the task at hand as you cautiously round the corner.

Before you stood a tall, thin young man wearing a too-big leather jacket and scuffed boots, hair once slicked back but now disheveled from his skirmish with the other adolescent. He held a cigarette between two fingers of his bloody-knuckled right hand, taking drags on occasion as he kicked at the gravel beneath his feet.

Curiosity propelled you to approach the stranger, though nerves threatened to paralyze your steps. You gingerly step closer, finally catching the eye of the mysterious young man.

He is visibly taken aback at the sight of your unconventional attire, eyeing you up and down with an incredulous expression on his face. You're beginning to regret your decision when he lets out a low whistle and opens his mouth to speak:

"I've seen some outlandish outfits in me time but yours takes the cake, love," he teases with a snicker, curls of cigarette smoke framing his smug face.

You're shocked and somewhat offended by the gall of the stranger. You cross your arms over your chest defensively, but decide to keep the interaction playful- this is clearly not the kind of guy you want to provoke.

"Hey, don't knock it 'til you try it. Maybe I'll start a new fashion trend around here," you retort. The man quirks an eyebrow, intrigued by your quick wit and unfamiliar accent. Before he has time for another snide remark, you continue.

"Besides, you're one to talk. What's with the bloody knuckles, uh..."

"John," he interrupts you, chuckling softly. He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as you make the observation, slightly ashamed but determined not to let his tough exterior slip.

"Ah, just a little scuffle. Nothing I couldn't handle- you know how it is."

You think back to the beat-up young man you spotted earlier, putting the pieces together.

"Do you... do you often find yourself in situations like this?"

John's gaze softens, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

"More often than I'd like, but it comes with the territory I suppose. Life's rough around the edges, especially for a lad like me." He gives a hollow chuckle.

The urge to pry further tugs at you, but you choose to ignore it. Before you can formulate a response, he regains his confidence and speaks up again.

"Why do you ask? Just curious, or-" he takes a step towards you, "Perhaps you fancy a bad boy, hm?"

You're stunned by John's boldness, beginning to blush as you look up into his half-lidded eyes. At such a distance, you quickly take note of how handsome the young man really is, in a rough-and-tumble sort of way.

"I wouldn't say that, but... is it a crime to be curious about a rugged stranger?"

John shakes his head, amused, and puffs on his cigarette before speaking.

"Well, if you really do want to know more... me band's got a gig tonight down at the Cavern Club. How's about you make an appearance?" he suggests with a smirk.

You narrow your eyes cautiously, wary of his intentions at first, but beyond his bravado you can tell that he's being sincere. You mull the idea over in your mind, finally deciding that your trip back home can wait.

"Perhaps I'll see you there. Unless of course some other charming young man comes to sweep me off my feet in the meanwhile," you tease. "Someone a little less... greasy."

You reach a hand up to ruffle his hair- as much as you can, anyway, with what's left of his hair gel stiffening his locks. John gives you a playful shove and rolls his eyes.

"With that dreadful getup? Fat chance."

He saunters past you as you stammer, furrowing your eyebrows at him in distaste.

"Hey! I... it's... well-"

"I think what you meant to say was, catch you later, handsome."

He winks and struts off down the street, leaving you a flustered mess.

Now I really need to hit the shops.

the PMDD fic was so great! i love it so much, im going to be coming back to it a lot <333 love it much and i do think George would just be here, a listening ear and also make / help appointments haha he would just be a giant pillow to hug and give warmth... i also think he would try to get into meditation to reduce the stress and keep in control of the emotions....

i really loved it and i'm going to keep the last line in heart <3

oh I'm so so sooo delighted to hear that you enjoyed it!!! that's exactly how I imagine geo would be, just a pillar of support and your rock 🥹🫶 please do take that last line to heart, as it came directly from mine 💗

s/o who has trouble expressing his emotions anon here - all in one post is fine, thank you!

hello again!! actually I meant did you want all of the beatles together, or separate headcanons for each one :)) sorry if that was confusing

Hiiii

Could I possibly request the boys with a reader who is usually very independent and stand off-ish but as soon as she receives affection she absolutely melts!

Feel free to ignore!

Hello!

As I posted the other day and it says in my bio, requests are currently closed and I will not be adding to the queue until I reopen them

Keep an eye out!

How they act when they're sick + how you take care of them 💊

(huge thanks to @pmak2002 for requesting this one!! 💗)

Paul:

when he's fallen ill, Paul becomes even more of a drama queen than he already is

following a bad coughing fit, he'll croak out: "I'm so weak.. Y/N, I'm dying!! I'm too young and pretty to die! T^T" he exclaims, throwing his head back and shutting one eye- the other remaining open just so he can gauge your reaction to his hysterics

you shake your head and giggle at Paul, reassuring him: "You aren't dying, dear- you simply have a bad cold. I'll take wonderful care of you, don't worry- you're in good hands," you tell him, kissing him gently on the cheek

he chuckles softly and looks up at you with wide, glassy eyes: "You really are the sweetest- you know that, right lovey?"

he'll beg you to join him in bed: "Come lay with me darling, it'll be so lovely"

"Ohh I know it would, I just don't want to get sick"

Paul pouts in response and huffs, "You'll be sorry when you aren't here for my FINAL BREATH!!" he dramatizes, feigning distress

you roll your eyes- "You're such a princess, Paulie"

he shoots you a look- "Yeah, yeah- but I'm your princess" <3

John:

whenever John is feeling under the weather, he always tries to deny it as best he can

he plays his illness down and tries to do everything for himself, refusing to rest or show vulnerability in your presence

you rise from the couch and wander into the kitchen in pursuit of a snack for you and John only to find him stood in front of the stove, focused intently on the steaming kettle and two ceramic mugs before him

"John, what are you doing up??" you ask, incredulous- "You need bedrest!!"

"Relax love, I'm fine- don't ye worry yer pretty little head about me," he says, nose clearly stuffy and voice even more nasally than usual

"....John." you warn, quirking an eyebrow and giving him a stern look

John removes the kettle from the stove, pouring each of you a steaming cup of earl grey tea and taking his own into his hands

"What? I'm not even-" he begins, interrupting himself with a violent coughing fit

"...come on, let's get you to bed," you sigh, grabbing your own mug and guiding him to your shared bedroom for some much needed respite

George:

when George has caught a cold he accepts your TLC, but downplays the severity of his condition for your sake

he mainly uses it as an excuse to sleep even more than usual (if that's humanly possible)

you often check up on him even if he's out cold, your expression softening and your heart melting when you see his serene face

'I wonder what he's dreaming about,' you muse- and with that thought George shifts positions, mumbling quietly in his sleep: "Y/N..."

you smile to yourself and begin to tear up, knowing he's dreaming of you ♡

George also tends to take advantage of your care when he's sick, requesting that nearly all the food in the pantry be brought to his bedside

"George... you know I want to do anything in my power to help you heal, but that'll be your fifth bowl of noodles in the past two hours.."

"But babe- 'aven't you ever 'eard the expression, 'feed a cold, starve a fever'?" he tries with a lopsided, wolf-toothed grin

you sigh, unable to refuse him, and fetch him another helping

"Thank you doll, you're so good to me- i won't forget it, ye know"

Ringo:

Ringo- your sweet, loving boyfriend- tends to act very needy when he's ill

he runs a fever and suddenly he's back in primary school, being kept home on a sick day:

he kindly requests for you to put cartoons on the television and a colorful box of tissues on his bedside table

you comply with his wishes of course- even tucking him in, brushing his fringe to the side and giving him a gentle peck on the forehead

he looks up at you, beaming, and blows a kiss back- taking care not to afflict you with the illness as well

he constantly has to ask you to bring more lozenges to the bedroom, as he's already inhaled every one like they're hard candies

"Y/N, would you be a dear and fetch me another bowl of soup?"

"Sure lovey, coming right u-"

"Ohh, oh! And some ice cream? Pretty please?" Ringo implores, gazing up at you from bed with his big, blue puppy dog eyes

your heart melts and you give him a soft smile, replying with an "Of course, Ritchie- anything for you"

"Thank you Y/N, you truly are the best" ♡