Fifty Shades Of George | Starrison [❓]

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The comments last chapter were the best oh my god

So I sorta promised wednesday but it's friday oops

40 comments !!!! Tell me if it's too much, alright :3

No smut this chapter [crowd boos] But maybe a bit more character development????? Idk I don't wanna bore you guys to death

Also I ran out ish of ideas so I sorta "borrowed" a scene from 50 Shades so SUE ME

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What was am I supposed to search again? Ringo thought, chewing on his lip. Oh right. BDSM.

He doesn't really know anything about it, other than there was an infamous book and movie about the whole thing. Not that Paul has them, ha ha.

His fingers danced across the keyboard, biting his lip harder as it began to load.

BDSM   [12,737,893 results in 3 seconds]

B  D S M

abbreviation; bondage, discipline/domination, sadism, and masochism (as a type of sexual practice).

Ringo gulped. Here goes nothing.

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After a plethora of extremely not safe for work pictures and articles, Ringo felt his face grow hot again as he scrolled down a Tumblr PSA about the safety uses of cock rings.

Fuck. He bit his lip, stomach flipping at the thought of George using it on him.

"Ringo?" Paul called out, yanking him out of what was about to be a lascivious little daydream about his boss. "We're leaving in five, it's quarter to ten!"

"Yeah," Ringo squeaked. "Uh, be there in a sec."

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☆ R E C A P ☆

"What's wrong, Johnny boy?" He grinned. "Jealous?"

A pair of eyes narrowed at him atop a coffee cup.

"I'm not. Just—"

"Just?"

"— concerned. By the way, are you free on Friday? A friend of mine's hosting a party."

"Sure," He shrugged. "I'll just cram all of these secretoire crap by Thursday."

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The bar was bright and filled with people, and Ringo couldn't help but dance along to the loud music pouring out of the speakers.

"I'll get some drinks!" Paul shouted over the crowd.

"Yeah, sure!"

After a couple shots of tequila or whatever the heck Paul ordered, he found John trying to light a suspicious-looking joint beside the filled-up dance floor.

"Ringo!" He (slurred) greeted. "Hey, uh, this isn't weed by the way."

Ringo scoffed. "Yeah right, and Paul's not owning the dancefloor. Can I have a puff?"

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It was eleven PM and pitch black at George's apartment when his phone rang. Groaning, he reached out for it, turning sober when he saw the name display.

"Ringo?"

A high-pitched giggle, and he could hear a cacophany of party music in the background. "Hiya,Georgie."

"Ringo, are you okay? You sound.."

"I'm a lil' drunk but, y'know, I can still see straight-ish."

"How many did you drink?"

"Four, five," Silence. "Eleven, fourteen, I sorta lost count."

"Fuck," He threw the bedsheets off him. "Ringo, where are you?"

"In a bar," Ringo sounded dreamy, out of it. Jesus Christ, George is doubting whether he just took drinks.

"Where?"

"Somewhere in downtown London, I think. No, Johnny, get off me." Ringo giggled, and George felt a pang. "Sir?"

I swear to god, if that's Lennon again I'll— "I'm coming to get you."

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Ringo felt his stomach churn– either from the large amounts of tequila or from the fact that George Harrison himself was going to drive over to get him.

"You okay, Ritch?"

"Yeah, just–" He felt an arm wrap around his waist. "A bit, q-queasy," He slightly pushed him away. "I might puke, so,"

John didn't budge. Instead he went closer. "Ringo.."

"John I—" He gasped as he felt a pair of lips press against his cheek. "John—"

His head started to whirl. Shit, shit, shit.

"C'mon, you're always flirting with me," He pointed out, hands gripping his waist.

"But— T-That was just, I was just– I have a boyfriend." He blurted out, mentally pleading that George would just suddenly appear out of thin air. "No—"

And, surprisingly, he did.

A hand yanks John's shoulder back, making him stumble and stagger backwards. Ringo lets out a terrified squeak.

"Geo— oh crap," His eyesight went in and out of focus, like a camera adjusting. He mentally vowed never to take another joint from John again.

"God," George groaned."C'mon, we're going."

"B-But—" Ringo shut his eyes close. "On second thought, t-that's a good idea. I-I'm about to pass out."

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Amaze ✨✨

Also forgive John he's drunk & horny & high and those three words aren't particularly good in that order