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Where they like to be kissed 💋
(thank you to @stroopwafelgod for this lovely request! hope you like it 💖)
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Paul:
Paul enjoys all of your kisses near-equally, but if he had to pick a favorite location it'd be his cheek
whenever you bless Paul with a cheek kiss, his attention is stolen away from whatever he was doing and he touches his fingertips to the spot, a cheeky grin making its way onto his face
the sensation makes him feel bubbly and tingly inside, the impression of your lips electric on his skin and the feeling lingering long after you've placed the kiss
if he wasn't expecting it he'll blush all over- even up to his ears, the pink tint obvious and impossible to hide due to his fair complexion
chaste kisses or the little ones you press to his jawline turn him on so much- the soft and supple quality of your lips, how subtly you can sneak them in when the other lads are present..
especially if you whisper sweet nothings into his ear or place a hand on his thigh along with it
he'll be left a stuttering, red-faced mess and you'll have him wrapped around your finger- even moreso than you already do ♡
John:
though he tries to downplay his love for them, John particularly enjoys your forehead kisses
he likes the feeling of your fingertips brushing his fringe out of the way so gently, with such care and tenderness
they let him know he's safe with you and he's able to let his guard down for once
those little kisses, however inconsequential they may seem to you, make him feel so loved and cared for- something he hasn't experienced since early childhood, if at all really
when you press your lips to John's forehead he smiles ear to ear, a subtle blush creeping across his cheeks and nose
he'll try to blow it off by returning the kiss (often on your lips or cheek) and ruffling your hair affectionately, but those kisses really do make an impact on him
he only feels comfortable and close enough to relax and drop his guard like that around you..
and he'd practically die if any of the other lads saw how much of a softie he actually is and how much he melts for you ♡
George:
George really, and I mean really likes your neck kisses
they're so lovely and pleasing to him, and the sensation of your supple lips on his skin drives him crazy every time
he'll tilt his head back to expose more skin to your lips, so you can reach every spot and get even more kisses in
he adores it when you travel up to his jawline or down to the nape of his neck- even the junction between his neck and shoulder
George lets out the most beautiful moans (and even little grunts and growls, especially if he's trying to keep quiet) when you lick, suck, or bite the sensitive skin there
your kisses and nips turn him on so much and drive him wild- as well as allowing him to relax and give in to the feeling of your soft lips on him
George also really enjoys seeing the marks you've left on him after you're finished- and doesn't hesitate to ask for even more next time ;)
Ringo:
in Ringo's mind, the best feeling in the world is your lips against his as you capture them in a passionate kiss
especially when you're so overwhelmed with excitement or emotion you can't help but pull him close and press your lips together
you both just melt into the kiss, so lovesick and smitten with one another that you feel like the only two people on earth
Ringo knows he has quite nice, enviable full lips and you don't hesitate to remind him often (with smooches, of course):
particularly when he's said or done something that really tickles you and causes the both of you to belly laugh
you place a hand on either side of his face and look deep into his eyes, the two of you beaming as you pull him in for a good, long snog~
he also really enjoys the gentle pecks you give him when he's distracted or with the other lads
his grin will grow so wide and he'll immediately return your kiss wherever he can- lips, cheek, forehead- without a care in the world of what the others think (which is usually just 'Awww' anyway)
Ringo is also quite fond of the kisses you place to the corners of his lips- however, you tend to reserve those for when you want him to follow you into the bedroom ;)
George caring for a sick Dhani 💜
(thank you to @pmak2002 for this request!! it was supposed to be just a blurb but I did a little research beforehand and it ended up pretty much becoming a whole fic 😅 oops... either way, I hope you enjoy this one! 💕)
When Dhani wakes up for school on Monday morning, he immediately knows something his wrong. His throat is sore, his nose is runny, and his muscles ache like nothing he's felt before. He painstakingly drags himself out of bed, clutching the sheet around him, and heads straight to his parents' bedroom where he finds his mum Olivia still in bed. Dhani notices that the bathroom door is cracked open and cautiously steps inside to find his father, George, brushing his teeth. "Dad..?" he says quietly, voice hoarse. George startles, turning around to see Dhani in his unfortunate state and spits his mouthful of toothpaste into the sink, letting the water wash it down the drain before turning the tap off. "What is it, my boy? You sound bloody awful..," he gently presses the back of his hand to Dhani's forehead to assess his temperature. "You seem to be running quite the fever, son- let's get you to the doctor, all right? Just let me finish up in here and I'll be right out to take ye" George says. Dhani nods weakly, coughing into his elbow, and shuffles out of the room. George jumps into action- he swishes and spits some mouthwash, changes out of his sleepwear into a button-up and jeans, and sprints to the car, his son following close behind him and hopping into the passenger's seat.
"This is ridiculous.." George mutters under his breath as he walks his son out of the clinic and gets into the driver's seat of his car. They had been able to see the doctor almost instantly upon arriving; he had taken some swabs, run a few tests, and determined that Dhani had contracted the flu: "He probably picked it up from school," the doc had said. When George had requested a prescription of some kind to alleviate his son's symptoms, the doctor simply shook his head: "I'm afraid there isn't much we can do for him. The flu's been going around at many schools, I've seen a lot of children this past week with the same complaints. As it stands, all I can tell you is to give him some over-the-counter medicine, bring him some saltwater to gargle for that sore throat, and be sure he gets plenty of fluids and bedrest." George tried to argue, stating that there must be something he can do to cure Dhani of his illness sooner- but as the doc's hands were tied and George didn't want to subject his son to more stress, he took Dhani by the hand and led him out of the office, through the lobby, and back to the car. "Alright, my boy," George sighs- "seeing that the doctor was no help whatsoever, we're headed straight to the drugstore for anything that'll help you feel better. Sound good?"
"Yeah Dad, sounds good" Dhani croaks out and smiles weakly, glad just to spend some time with his father. Being a famous musician and all, George isnt able to spend as much time with his son as he'd like to, a lot of it consumed by work and media-related endeavors. Dhani admired his Dad more than anyone else in his life and though they rarely got the chance to hang out nowadays, they were practically best friends and had formed a close bond throughout his childhood. George was always a fun parent, bringing his son along to festivals and such ("Don't tell yer mum," he'd say with a grin), and sticking up for Dhani to authority figures and even other kids at his school- he was fiercely protective of his boy. However, he was also a gentle parent who allowed Dhani the chance to explore and express himself, and had fostered a mutual respect between the two of them since his son was but a toddler.
"I'm pulling you from school for the whole week" "But what if I'm- *cough*- all better before then?" "Just in case, Dhani- it's not like you really need them and their indoctrination, anyway.." George grumbles, never having been a fan of traditional schools or their teachings. Dhani however has always cared about his grades and paid close attention to the lessons he's been taught, in spite of what his father thinks. "...Okay, Dad" he says meekly, wanting to protest but unwilling to sacrifice more quality time with his famous father. George pulls into the parking lot of the nearest drugstore and marches in, intent on gathering all the supplies his sick boy could need: tissues, lozenges, cough syrup, pain medication, ice packs, and even more tissues- 'just in case.' He makes his way to the checkout, queuing up, paying for the items and hauling his bags back to the car. He drives Dhani home as quickly as possible, carrying him to bed and tucking him in before calling and cancelling any studio time, interviews, or collaborations he'd previously planned. There's only one committment he can't cancel- dinner with Paul tonight for the first time in ages. George sets his son up with all of the remedies he'd bought and tells his wife Olivia everything about the situation, including the "unhelpful and useless" doctor they had gone to see. She of course agrees to care for Dhani, sending her husband on his way to dinner with one of his long-time best friends.
The following day George rises just before noon, having stayed up late to pal around with Macca. He runs the few errands on his agenda, including grabbing his family some lunch, and pulls into his driveway back home where he spots the vehicle of none other than Richard Starkey parked outside. He makes his way to his son's room to discover that Uncle Ringo had come to visit the sick young lad (having found out from Paul that Dhani had come down with a bad case of the flu), joking and cheering him up to distract him from his poor state. The two close friends chat for some time in the living room before Ritchie departs, Olivia checking up on Dhani in the meantime. George thanks his wife and dismisses her from her nurse duties, taking on the responsibility himself. He tiptoes to his son's bedroom cautiously and enterd to see that he's been tucked in, the ice pack George had picked up from the store the previous day resting on his forehead, half-lidded eyes trained onto the telly. "Dhani..?" "Oh- *cough*- hey, Dad"
George approaches the bed and sits down carefully, holding a paper bag out to Dhani. "I brought you a burrito- your favorite," he grins down at his son, who takes the bag: "Really? *cough*- Thanks Dad, you're the best!" he says, hands emerging from the blankets to tear into the treat. George stays sat on the bed, determined to spend time with his sick boy and make sure he knows how loved he is. Glancing around the room at the piano and guitars he's bought and played with Dhani, then back to the young man, Ringo's words from earlier echo in his mind: "He's growing up into such a wonderful lad. He's just like you, ye know- good looks and all."
Olivia had always said they were very alike, but he'd usually dismissed the observation... until now. George couldn't help but realize that they were right- though he was but eleven years old Dhani was already becoming a very talented and creative musician, having learned much about music from his dad. He'd certainly taken after his Beatle father in that regard, and they were in fact very similar- not to mention their near identical looks. Sharing his Dad with the world had been difficult and a bit isolating for Dhani despite his many school mates. He admired and looked up to George from a very young age, always striving to be just like him. As Dhani grew up before George's eyes, he became more and more like his father by the day and George was immensely proud.
His train of thought was broken suddenly when Dhani finished the burrito, crumpling the paper bag and tossing it into the bin. He landed the throw, earning a hearty laugh and a high five from his father. He closed his eyes and laid back, George stroking his hair gently, the two of them cherishing this moment of father-son love. "Are you gettin' sleepy, Dhani?" he asked tenderly- his son nodded in response, already drowsy despite the brightness of the late afternoon sun. "Tell you what- I'll play you a lullaby, that way you can rest easier and know that I'm here beside you." "Dad," Dhani chuckled, "aren't I a little too old for that?" he lied, secretly longing for the affectionate gesture. George grabbed his son's acoustic guitar from its stand and begin to tune it: "You're never too old for yer old man's love and attention, eh? Now you just relax, close your eyes, and rest." Dhani didn't protest any further, heeding his father's instructions with a soft smile on his face. With that, George began to play- he chose "Here Comes The Sun," fingers strumming the strings gently and with care, dedicating the sweet words to his beloved son. By the time he was finished Dhani was fast asleep- grin faltering as he drifted off, but still visible on his lips. George placed the guitar back on the stand gently, taking care not to wake the sleeping lad. He smiled to himself, tears welling in his eyes as he turned to admire his son's peaceful face. "I love you, my boy," he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Dhani's forehead before tip-toeing out of the room and shutting the door cautiously. Back pressed against the wooden door, George let his eyelids fall shut and sighed: "Sweet dreams, Dhani." ♡
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