#some of the lines are so lopsided lol ill get there

[thelaughingmerman]

I need a break lol this isn't actually anywhere near done there's color tweaking and the layer with all the water ripples lighthouse light moon and stars is just a placeholder to give me an idea of what's going on.

[lenjaminmccharmly]

Pretty Boy| Ringo

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

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

Warnings| none

Word count|900

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[becuzpurple]

“We’ll Be Quiet” - A (belated) Christmas One-Shot

It’s finally here!  I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!  

I am sorry for the delay.  It’s really hard to find time to write when the entire family is home 24/7!  Throw in some bad autism days and a lot of sleep deprivation, and it’s actually a Christmas Miracle that this is only 4 days late!  LOL

WARNING:  Here Be Sexy Times  :-)

Without further ado...

We’ll Be Quiet

Our guests had finally all gone to bed.  Ed and I just finished cleaning up empty bottles, leftover food, and other remnants from the Christmas Eve festivities. The room was dark but for the glowing embers in the fireplace and the multi-colored, twinkling lights adorning the enormous Christmas tree centered prominently at the front of the room.

“Sit with me?”  Ed promptly dropped onto the sofa, took my hand, and pulled me down with him.  I leaned into him, closing my eyes in relief.  It had been a long day, and it felt good to finally relax.  

We cuddled close and took in the warm, cozy atmosphere in quiet contentment.  Life was good, and I felt blessed and thankful for it.  

We’d invited our families to stay with us for the holidays.  There hadn’t been many opportunities for them to get to know each other before then.  But we finally had a place to accommodate everyone, and thought a mountain getaway at Christmas would be perfect.  I was excited for everyone to be together at our new vacation home.  There were 16 of us in the house, scattered throughout various rooms.  Adults/couples had their own rooms (even if a few of them were makeshift), the kids and their cousins were double- and tripled-up, and Daisy slept in our room with us.  I loved having everyone together, even if it meant privacy, peace and quiet were at premiums.

“You good?  You’ve been non-stop these last few days.”  He kissed me softly on the side of my head, and I melted into him even deeper.

“Yeah, I’m good.  I’ve had help,” I shrugged.  “Everyone’s pitching in to keep things running smoothly - especially you.”  I laid my palm over the front of his Christmas sweater.  “I’m a little tired, but it’s fine. This is...I couldn’t ask for more.  We’re all here, getting along great, everyone seems happy...the only blip was my brother’s flight being delayed.  And that wasn’t even a huge deal. So... I’m good,”  I patted my fingertips on his chest a couple of times.  “How about you?”

“I’m awesome.” I watched as he leaned his head back on the back of the sofa, eyes closed, an expression of smug contentedness etched across his face.  

He looked happy, and that made me happy.

I lightly traced my fingers along the line of his jaw, gently turning his face toward mine.  A smile lit his face before he even opened his eyes.  Once he did they settled on me.

“You know,” I murmured.  “I think this is the first time we’ve been alone since everyone got here.”

He nodded in agreement.  “We have a very full house.”

He tilted his head to the side and gave me a lopsided grin.  That impossibly cute face looking back at me, paired with the most ridiculous Christmas sweater I’ve ever seen made my own face equally as smiley.

“Merry Christmas,” I whispered just before leaving a light kiss under his soft, scruffy jaw.  He was keeping his beard a little bit longer since he had time off for the holidays.  It tickled.

“Hhhmmm...Merry Christmas, baby.”  

His mouth found mine, and we smiled into each other, rubbing noses and nipping lips.  My hands fell limply to his shoulders as his combed through my hair and took hold.  

“Hhhmmm,” I huffed out a breathy laugh, more than happy to steal a few kisses under the soft glow of the twinkling Christmas tree.  Finally pulling away, I trailed my fingers down from his shoulders over his chest, and rested them at his waist.

“It’s a long day tomorrow.  We should probably go to bed.”  I leaned in and left one more quick kiss on his pretty lips.

He looked down at my hands and then back up at me almost daringly.  “Do you mean ‘to bed’, or ‘to sleep’, though?”  

“Ohhh…” I giggled.  “Well, Daisy’s in there with us.  That’s...probably not a great idea?”  Damn.  It had been a little while, and, well, I was very quickly getting in the mood.  Nothing like an almost-one year-old in the room with you to break up the sexy times, though.

He nodded and bit that bottom lip of his, thinking whatever naughty thoughts made him do as such, since he only did it when he was thinking about sex.

“What are you thinking, Teddy?”

“Hmm,” He kissed me again, and with his mouth still touching mine, he whispered, “C’mere,” patted his thigh, then made to lift me right on top of him.

I started to move over to sit across his lap, but he stopped me.

“No, face me - the way you like it.”

That soft, mischievous grin was just barely there, mostly under wraps as he tried to maintain a sense of delicate control.  But he was clearly just as turned on as I was.

“Oh.”  I shifted and rose up on one knee while bringing my other over his lap, pivoting to face him.  I scooted myself forward until our bodies were touching each other’s, and then brought my arms around him.

My hands combed through his hair as our lips locked, tongues exploring, prodding, thrusting.  His hands were everywhere - my hair, my face, my arms, my ass, even.  His fingers were soon toying with the button on my jeans.

“Can I?” he whispered into my jaw.

“Uhh,” I was so turned-on, but I also realized that we had a house full of guests, and were currently in a very open, public part of it, albeit very late when everyone was hopefully turned in for the night.

“Umm…” I was distracted by his mouth trailing down my neck.

“Please?”

Shit.  I could feel him smile against the base of my throat after he whispered that single word - the one that he knew would get to me.  

“Unfair, Sheeran…”. I pressed our bodies closer as I felt his tongue dip below my collarbone.  I began moving my hips in slow waves over his lap, rubbing and teasing him until I could feel his growing erection.

His fingers trailed under my own Christmas sweater down the sides of my waist - lightly brushing over my soft, sensitive skin.

I miss this...want you.”  He looked up at me with those huge blue eyes, knowing he was hitting all my weaknesses.

“Here?  What if someone comes out?”  Despite playing devil’s advocate, I was actually pretty much all in favor of this plan, ill-advised as it may have been.

“No one will come out,” he murmured, his lips back at my neck.

“Your parents...they’re right in the next room- ”

“ -we’ll be quiet.”

My breath hitched at the touch of his tongue, and I stifled a moan.  He leaned back enough to look in my eyes, searching for consent to continue.  

My sense of propriety and decorum (I realize that’s slightly laughable) did not win that inner-battle - it wasn’t even close.  I found myself grinning devilishly and nodding in acquiescence.

I stood, checked behind me to make sure no one else was lurking about, and quickly stripped off my jeans.  Ed was watching me, but made no effort to move at all.

“You waiting for something?”

“No, sorry...just admiring the view.”

I chuckled to myself, knowing his view was basically me in my goofy Christmas sweater and panties.  But, hey.  If that’s what floats his boat, who am I to disagree?

Without breaking his gaze he lifted his butt up off his seat enough to pull his jeans and boxers down to his knees.  He then promptly took my hands and pulled me closer, grinning.

“Hop on, baby.”

Oh my god, really?

“Hop on...wouldn’t that hurt?” I asked as I again settled myself on his lap, my knees straddling his hips.

“I suppose that depends on how you land.”

I nodded in agreement, pulling my panties to the side with one hand.  “Well, I guess if I weren’t careful…” I took his cock in my other hand and gave it a few firm strokes.  “...it might not feel…”  I brushed myself over his tip, getting him good and wet from my arousal and then I sank down on him, sheathing him to the hilt.  “...really good.”

“Fuck,” he rasped through gritted teeth.  His hands flew to my hips, and held on tight.

We didn’t move for several beats.  I finally began to move my hips, pulling away, and back again until he filled me up, over and over and over, his upward thrusts soon meeting mine.  Our pace quickened and the flutters rose from deep in my belly and spread as if as if every single cell in my body had suddenly awakened.

With one had at the back of my head he pulled my face down, capturing my mouth with his.  I moaned into him as I felt his tongue delve in, meeting it with equal fervor.

“Teddy…” I licked into his mouth, my fingers laced through his hair, pulling it just right.  “This is so fucking hot.” I was so worked up I forgot to keep my voice down to a whisper.

He sighed into my mouth, then tugged on my lower lip before smirking and quietly shushing me.  “We need to be quiet, baby.”

Whoops,” I grinned.

He looked down then, quickly mesmerized by the visual of his wet, shiny cock disappearing as I took all of him in so deep time after time.

I followed his gaze and watched as well, also entranced by the slick fluidity of our bodies colliding, but I looked back up at him when he spoke again.  His eyes were still focused downward.

“Fucking hell you feel so good…”  His voice was barely a whisper.  His hands grasped onto my bottom and he directed our movements at a much faster pace.  He was starting to lose his rhythm, which meant he was getting close.  

I was close, too.  I brought one hand to my clit and started rubbing quick, light circles over the sensitive, engorged nub with my ring and middle fingers, and I slid my other hand under my sweater and bra and mirrored the same motions over my always-responsive, puckered nipple...all while (mostly) silently riding the hell out of him.  I soon felt my orgasm cresting, and it took everything I had to keep from crying out.

“Baby, I...I’m…” but I couldn’t focus enough on words to complete that thought.

My walls tightened and pulsed around his cock as I came in delicious, lingering, waves, and it produced the most sexy, hushed gasps I may have ever heard him utter.  He continued thrusting a few more times, fast and messy and so hyper-focused, chasing his own release.  His hips sputtered and he gasped soft, quick sighs and I felt him empty himself into me.

We both fell almost immediately into that fuzzy, cozy, relaxed, post-coital state of contentedness.  He held me as I was still all but draped over him, kissing my head and face and shoulders.  I felt like the cat that got the cream.

I spotted an afghan folded up on the back of the sofa near Ed’s head, and pulled it down, finally caring that my backside was exposed.  Ed realized what I was thinking, and, taking it from me, draped it around me like a cape, hiding my bottom from sight.  

He leaned back, head resting on the back of the sofa, looking at me through hooded eyes, looking entirely kissable, and completely sated.  “Maybe we should have done this before we started?”  

I shrugged, also relaxed as ever.  “Ehh, no harm no foul, right?”

He nodded, then grinned that sweet, lopsided smile that makes me melt every time.  “Merry Christmas, Kate.”

I brought my face to his again, smiling like the very satisfied woman I was, and uttered those same words right back to him, my love and sincerity no doubt written all over my face.  “Merry Christmas, Teddy.”

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