HELLO!!! 🪲🐞🕷

Hello! How are you? Could you please write john lennon and paul mccartney (separately) x reader who sleeps very poorly? Thank you so much <з

sure I can !! would you want drabbles/one shots or headcanons? 💘

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Tis past 12 am now

I'm gonna try to be respectful here...

1. You cannot possibly know what timezone I'm in

2. I am literally writing as I receive this ask

Please be respectful of my time !! I will post very soon ☆

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 ;)

HELLO!! ✨️✨️✨️

thank you guys for all of the love on my recent posts!!!

requests have been closed for a few days now, but I have still been receiving them so I wanted to make a reminder post!! please check my bio before submitting ^_^

unfortunately I am a full-time corporate girlie so I am rather busy and don't want submissions to pile up or be forgotten!!

I do leave asks open in case anyone has general questions or wants to say something anonymously!!

THANK YOU

Paul McCartney X Insomniac!Reader - Dream Weaver 🌠

(requested by anon!! John version will be posted soon 💞 enjoy, dearies)

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Paul sat in his cozy study surrounded by stacks of books, a dim desk lamp casting a warm glow on his delicate features. The night was still, the only sound the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze from beyond the room's large stained glass windows. He sighed, glancing at the clock ticking away the hours. It was well past midnight, and it was par for the course for Paul to stay up this late. After all, he'd slept in until nearly noon - as usual.

For you, however, it was a different story. You'd spent last night tossing and turning, desperately trying to soothe yourself to sleep. Your eyes burned with exhaustion, a testament to the restless energy that consumed you. The following day you had trouble staying alert, despite the fact that you'd been wide-eyed and wired just hours ago. You willed yourself to push through your work and studies, groggy and uncoordinated in your movements. You were sure Paul had noticed your decline.

And notice he had. Paul couldn't help but imagine of you, lying awake in bed, struggling in your battle against insomnia. This wasn't new for you, simply another bout of sleeplessness, but it had been particularly brutal as of late.

With a determined sigh, Paul closed his book and made his way to the kitchen. He began to brew a fresh pot of chamomile tea, recalling its calming properties. He listened closely to the soft hum of boiling water, a comforting presence in the quiet of the night. As he waited for the tea to steep, he rummaged through the cupboards in search of a small jar of honey he'd purchased from the farmer's market only days before.

Armed with the tea and honey, Paul shuffled quietly to your shared bedroom and pushed the door open with his shoulder, the stiff wood creaking as he stepped inside. He is welcomed by the sight of you staring up at the ceiling above, your brows furrowed in frustration. You turn to look at Paul, your gaze softening as you smile weakly at him. He walks to the bed and takes a seat beside you, setting the mug and and jar down on the nightstand.

"Struggling to sleep yet again?" he asks gently, stroking your hair. You nodded, a faint frown marring your features.

"It's been tough lately."

Paul nods in understanding.

"I thought you may want a little something to help calm the nerves," he says, stirring a spoonful of honey into the steaming mug of tea and offering it to you.

You smiled gratefully and accepted, closing your eyes and sipping the fragrant brew. "Thank you, Paul. You didn't have to do that."

He shrugged sheepishly, crossing one ankle over the other as the two of you sat in comfortable silence. After a few moments you settled back under the covers, the warmth of the tea seeping into your bones. Paul began to hum a lullaby, a soft and soothing melody that wrapped around you like a cocoon and momentarily eased your stress.

You continued like this for a while, eventually closing your eyes. But inevitably your mind began to wander, your worries returning with more tenacity than before and gripping your mind with the same dreadful anxiety. You shifted positions a few times, grappling for solace in Paul's melodious voice. But finally you sat up, overwhelmed, and placed your head in your hands with defeat.

Paul halted his song abruptly and turned to your hunched-over form, a somber look on his face. "Not doing the trick?"

You sighed and shook your head wordlessly. Paul placed a sympathetic hand on your shoulder and started to brainstorm. After a few moments, his face lit up with playful inspiration.

"How about I tell you a story?"

At first you were taken aback by the suggestion, finding it a tad childish. But, realizing it may be just the thing to occupy your spiraling mind, you nodded and laid back to cozy up once again.

And so, Paul began to spin a tale, weaving a tapestry of adventure and wonder that transported you far from the confines of your bedroom. His voice sweet as the honeyed tea he'd brought you, a soothing balm for your restless soul, each word a brushstroke painting a vivid picture in your mind.

As he spoke, you felt the weight of the world lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of enchantment and awe. When Paul reached the end of his story, you found yourself smiling, the edges of sleep beckoning you with gentle hands.

"Thank you, Paul," you murmured, your voice hoarse with exhaustion and barely above a whisper.

Paul smiled back, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

"Anytime, love. Sweet dreams."

At last you drifted off to sleep, cradled in the comfort and magic of a fantastical realm. You felt a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that with Paul by your side, even the darkest nights held a glimmer of hope.

Hey im thinking of sending in a request with anon off but i dont know if you take off anon requests or not </3

The reason for off anon is so when the request is done, i get tagged for it

I sure do!! I accept anon and non-anon requests :)

How they'd react to you wanting to be dominant in the bedroom 🔥

⚠️⚠️⚠️ !!!! NSFW (obv) !!!! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

(huge thanks to @bisexualdisappointment for requesting this one! hope you like it 💜)

Paul:

at first, Paul acts as if he's trying it out "just for you"

"Not really me thing, but I'll try anything for you, love" he'd said

but as you'd soon discover, he's secretly always wanted to see you unleash your dominant side

he'd obey your commands submissively, living to please you (and to avoid punishment)

Paul would definitely be one to beg for you to put your hands on him or get him off

he'd serve you well and adore being praised for his efforts, your voice sultry and sweet as honey, music to his ears when you tell him he's pretty or call him your good boy

he'd be willing to call you Mommy if you asked (only if you're into that)

he'd even let you dress him up and/or peg him if you wanted

Paul doesn't like being degraded, but would enjoy being punished or reprimanded from time to time- especially when he becomes too demanding or asks you to do something a certain way

"Ah ah ah, remember who's in charge here," you'd warn; "You wouldn't want to get yourself punished, now would you?"

he'd look up at you with his big doe eyes, impatience clear in his expression: "...no, but quit your teasing!" he'd whine

"You'll just have to learn to wait for it, Paulie~" you giggle

he of course doesn't like that, but depending on just how bad he needs it he'd either:

shut up and wait, or..

simply take the punishment- unable to stand any more of your teasing, craving your touch so badly it's worth the pain

Paul would do whatever you told him to and worship the ground you walk on, as you're his goddess

it drives him crazy when you command him to remove your clothes (or his) for you

he'd speak so many words of praise and adoration for your body

overall, Paul would be a whiny sub who's super needy for his dom ;)

John:

John is completely opposed to you domming at first and you get into a bit of an argument over it (as you typically do when he feels like his masculinity is threatened)

"You in control? Don't make me laugh," he scoffs, standing over you

"That's my job- you should know better. Where'd ye even get such a silly idea from?" he tells you; "I'm the dominant one here. End of discussion. Goodnight." he huffs, rolling over in bed to face away from you

the next day, following a tense morning, John comes to you to revisit the idea and apologize for his judgement

he eventually agrees to try it out: "Just 'cause I love ye," he says

the first few times you try it out he ends up interrupting you at some point, telling you "Alright, that's enough of that" and taking over

after a few attempts he lets you maintain control, but still likes to push his limits and fight you for dominance

John sort of enjoys some light degradation and/or name-calling, but be warned: you'll probably get some in return with that sharp tongue of his

he'd be a bratty sub who likes (no, needs) to be put in his place

he wants you to tease him until he has to whine and plead for you to touch him

John will vehemently deny it and take it to his grave, but he has a thing for getting pegged on occasion

one time he even cried after climaxing and you tried to comfort him, but he explained that he wasn't upset- it was just such a good release for him

he also really enjoys your aftercare; you make him feel loved and cared for, and he's never really had much of that in his life

overall John usually still wants to be the dominant one, but does enjoy switching it up once in a while

George:

George is very open-minded and willing to try pretty much anything, so of course he agrees to let you dom

it really turns him on when you dress up in dominatrix outfits- sporting leather or latex and a dark shade of lipstick

he likes impact play, and the sensation of being struck with a flogger or your hand adds to the experience for him, pushing him closer to the edge

he also enjoys sensation play, like being teased with feathers or having hot wax dripped onto his skin

though he doesn't seem it from the outside (being known as the Quiet One™ and all), George is very kinky and those are merely a few of his fetishes and fantasies

he'd be cheeky with you and argue when you give him an order or instruction:

"Beg me, Geo" you command him

"No," George retorts with a defiant smirk

"I said," you pull him close by the collar of his shirt, making stern and unwavering eye contact with him: "Beg. Now."

"Or else what?" he counters; You simply reach beside you into the drawer of your nightstand, wordlessly pulling out a flogger and lightly smacking your palm with it as you gauge his reaction

George's eyes widen, any hint of noncompliance disappearing from his face as he starts begging you to touch him

he'd be a rebellious and disobedient submissive, challenging your authority often

he certainly deserves his fair share of punishments, but you earn your payback just the same

Ringo:

when you propose the idea to him, Ringo is immediately willing to try swapping dynamics

he's even thought about it himself before but never dared to ask you as he feared scaring you off

he's very eager to praise and worship you as his mistress and/or queen

Ringo obeys all of your instructions without complaint or hesitation, serving you and pleasuring you however you ask him to and living for the times when you call him your good boy

"Go on, Ritchie- use your tongue. Make me cum" "Yes Y/N, of course" he'd tell you, immediately bringing his head down in between your legs; "Anything for you"

"You're so beautiful.. thank you for giving me permission to touch you" he'd say, kissing your inner thighs

you simply chuckle and smirk down at him: "Good boy~" you'd call him; it drives him crazy every time without fail

Ringo is quite the begging type and you enjoy hearing him plead and making him work for you

he's more than willing to address you as "Mistress," or even "Mommy" if you're into that

he really enjoys being edged and teased by you (especially if you're using toys) and you leave him panting and whining for release

Ringo makes the most adorable little moans and whimpers when you tug on his hair as you push his head down further between your legs

you're sure to reward him handsomely afterwards by telling him how good he did, and he eats it up- no pun intended ;)

The Beatles x reader but arguments. Like what they argue about and how they apologize.

sure I can!! working on it ✨️

George Harrison X NB!Reader who struggles with PMDD

(written for anon!! I decided to focus on just geo since I didn't want the reactions to feel too generic. I hope this comes across as respectful as I intended for it to be, and please don't hesitate to correct me on anything regarding PMDD !! I hope this brings you comfort 💗)

George immerses himself in learning about PMDD and becomes intimately acquainted with the intricacies of the condition, seeking to understand its effects on your mental and emotional wellbeing

he spends hours researching and reading articles to gain insight on how best to support you

despite a few generic tips, he ultimately comes to the conclusion that the best thing he can do is listen to you and find out what you need in particular

George encourages you to communicate with him, creating a safe and open space to ensure you feel validated in your feelings and affirmed in your identity

he always offers practical assistance like pulling extra weight when it comes to chores if you're feeling low-energy, ordering or making whatever meal you crave if you're struggling with your appetite, or bringing you a hot water bottle when your pain becomes difficult to manage

together, you sought solace in the guidance of medical professionals, navigating the complexities of diagnosis with determination and resilience

you explored a multitude of treatment options and coping mechanisms to manage your symptoms, eventually landing on a balance that worked best for you

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you, caught in the relentless grip of hormonal fluctuations, often found yourself on the brink of despair in the days leading up to your period

George, with his nurturing spirit, stood as a steadfast source of support and comfort

he had long since learned to recognize subtle shifts in your mood, always offering affirming words and acts of care to ease your burden

one evening, as you felt yourself approaching the precipice of a breakdown, George approached you with a gentle reverence - mindful of the delicate balance between your inner turmoil and his own longing to provide solace

Love, I can sense the weight you carry. Please, let me share it with you.

I don't know, Geo... I just feel like I'm losing control of everything you lamented, burying your face in your hands

I know, darling. I know. You're not alone in this he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your temple

I'm here for you always.

he held you close as you weathered the storm together, his voice a soothing melody that calmed your troubled heart

and through it all, George's love remained a beacon of light in the darkness - a constant reminder that you are not defined by your struggles, but by the strength with which you face them

How you comfort them when they're upset

(hello!! apologies to anon, as i know this is a little late :( I hope you all enjoy regardless and please remember to take care of yourselves ✨️)

John

John tends to internalize his emotions, putting on a brave face even when he's struggling inside

he'll withdraw into himself and become rather cold and distant

he's often weighed down by his own expectations of himself, as well as his unprocessed grief and regret

you recognize his need for space, but understand the importance of gentle reassurance and are always there to lend a shoulder to cry on

John sat on the edge of your shared bed, his head hung in his hands. His mind was filled with memories of the past and words left unsaid. Tears welled up in his eyes as he wrestled with feelings of isolation and regret, mentally beating himself up over things he'd said or done- things he knew he couldn't change but nonetheless couldn't let go.

You had noticed John's uncharacteristically withdrawn behavior and already sensed something wasn't right, quietly entering the room to check on him. Drawn by the heaviness in John's demeanor, you approached and sat beside him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a wordless gesture of support.

Your presence alone was enough to comfort him, but though you didn't need to say anything, you felt compelled to nonetheless. You gently coaxed him out of his shell with soft words and comforting touches, reassuring him that it's okay to be vulnerable

"I'm here for you, John." you whispered, and that alone was enough for the dam to break as tears began to roll down his cheeks. In the silence of the room, you held him close for as long as he needed, allowing him to release his pent-up emotions in the safety of your embrace.

Paul

Paul wears his heart on his sleeve, becoming visibly and obviously emotional when upset

interpersonal conflicts and creative challenges tend to get the better of him, and he often feels misunderstood by others

he is rather sensitive to criticism and often takes negative feedback to heart, especially when it comes to his work

you offer him a warm embrace and someone to lean on, showering him with praise and reminding him of his incredible talents

Paul sat at his piano surrounded by crumpled scraps of paper, staring out the window and lost deep in thought. He felt completely and utterly stuck, overwhelmed by his cluttered mind and unable to find inspiration for his next song. Frustration bubbled him inside of him, and tears of frustration pricked at the corners of his green doe eyes.

Noticing his extended absence, you entered the room and called out for his attention. "Paulie? Are you alright in here?" Met with the sight of Paul sat at his piano, surrounded by paper scraps, eyes watery and lip quivering, you immediately realized what was happening in his mind.

You walked over and sat beside him, gently placing your hands atop his. You guided them to the keys, starting with a soft and simple tune and encouraging him to follow your lead.

As you played around with notes and tunes, the weight of Paul's perfectionism lifted and he found reprieve from his oppressive thoughts, finally beginning to relax. The freedom and joy you brought to his work renewed his creative spark and the two of you spent hours creating beautiful melodies, playing for a perfect audience of two.

George

George becomes even more quiet and contemplative when upset, retreating into his own thoughts and emotions and becoming withdrawn

he carries with him a lingering sense of existential crisis and often struggles with feeling disconnected from his purpose

you're always there to offer words of wisdom and a new perspective just as he does for you, helping him find peace and reconnect with what matters most to him

George sat cross-legged on the floor of his bedroom, photographs and mementos from his past scattered around him. As strong as he is, he had been holding onto these feelings for too long, avoiding the painful process of reflection. Each image brought back a flood of bittersweet memories, and tears stained his cheeks as he mourned the passage of time. He began to ponder further, sending himself spiraling and becoming overwhelmed by the swirling thoughts occupying his mind.

Looking up from your place on the bed, you could instantly tell something was amiss. You slowly stood and walked over to George, taking a seat beside him on the floor and wrapping a comforting arm around his shoulders. After a few moments of peaceful silence, you pointed to one of the more joyful photographs.

"Why don't you tell me the story behind this one?" you suggested, and George obliged. Throughout the evening, you and George remained huddled together on the floor as he detailed every precious memory captured in the keepsakes and photos.

When it was finally time to wind down for bed, George found himself feeling noticeably lighter, and endlessly grateful to have you in his life.

Ringo

Ringo's optimistic outlook can become bogged down by self-doubt, feeling inadequate in his talents or insecure about his place in the world

he masks his emotions with humor, cracking jokes even when he's feeling down and deflecting his sadness with laughter

despite his best efforts, you see through his facade and know just when he's in need of a little extra praise

through your unwavering support, you always help to lift his spirits and restore his confidence

Ringo sat alone in his dressing room, trembling with nerves before a big performance. He felt overwhelmed by the pressures of fame and the constant scrutiny of the public eye. The pressure of the spotlight felt suffocating and doubt crept into his mind, tears threatening to spill over as he fought to control his anxiety. He found himself feeling utterly terrified and frozen in place, longing only for a moment of peace and understanding.

Sensing his distress, you knocked softly on the door before entering with a sympathetic smile on your face. You walked over and knelt beside him, helping him lace up his boots. He watched you intently, admiring your thoughtfulness and focusing on your precise movements to distract his racing mind.

When you'd finished the job, you placed a gentle hand on his clothed thigh and gave a supportive squeeze. "You've got this, Ritchie. Knock 'em dead," you reassured, following up with a kiss on the cheek.

With your encouragement, Ringo took a deep breath and found the strength to leave the dressing room with his head held high, ready to give it his all.