#yearning hours only

[dyke-a-saur]

Listening to Anywhere But Here>>>>

#actually cried bro #why are there so many emotions in this bitch? #tell me liessss #save my soullll #say my nameeeee #take me homeeeee #like im just silently streaming tears down my face and letting it all sink in #god it’s so good #I wanna go man #just like… leave or sum shit ion know #anyways #og post #music rec #just thinking out loud #PVRIS #Lynn Gunn #lyndsey gunnulfsen #gay shit #yearning hours only

[medievalfoxx]

i want nothing more than to crawl into her bed right now and curl up in her arms. listen to her softly breathe as i slowly succumb to a deep sleep. feel her body move as she dreams and wrap my arms around her chest, feel her soft skin under mine. i want to kiss her capped lips softly as she is deep in sleep, just as reassurance that im still here. i want to feel safe in her bed alongside with her, as if we are the only two people who matter.

#if only she knew how i felt #wlw crush #wlw #wlw yearning #wlw community #wlw post #wlw blog #wlw love #lesbian #lesbian yearning #lesbian post #lesbian blog #sapphic #sapphic yearning #yearning #yearning hours #i want to love and be loved #and she doesn’t even know it #she is everything #wlw mood

[b-yyearns]

i wanna run my hands thru a boys hair n tangle my fingers thru it n gently pull and just see what cute n pretty noises i can draw outta boy while cuddlin him n covering him in kisses and all the affection hed ever want

#:( #stg every night at like midnight yearny hours™ kick in :(( #mlm thoughts #gay mlm #mlm yearning #mlm post #t4t mlm #mlm #mlm and nblm only #t4t yearning #mlm yearn #t4t

[confier-boyfriend]

If you were my boyfriend I’d swaddle you in blankets and make out with you btw. I’d give you a winter jacket if you were cold and we were going on a walk.

#honestly with the way people dress for winter me being the only one wearing a jacket is unfortunately common #boyfriend yearning hours #mlm thoughts #mlm #mlm yearning

[squidpedia]

Absolutely nobody asked but patience design concepts i jotted down at 4am one night

Their name is aimee and i copy and pasted their outfit directly from when i shitposted my ocs as the fallen children because the impulses won

#aimee #patience #i dont have plans for designing all the fallen children #but i like the idea of only posting them at late night hours when i do think of ideas #the they/them children yearn for the mountains #pedias art #doodles #late night chat

[sillyfeelings]

Want to take a roadtrip with the boyfriend, just us and the road, spending every day exploring each other and the world, bopping along to the playlists we made and stopping to rest and take silly pictures of tourist shit on our way, feeling free with him, that's what I crave, but also to just have them to myself for a week or so, doesn't matter where we are going, as long as I can go with it, I'll be perfectly happy

#<33 #yearning #nblm yearning #nblm #nblm thoughts #t4t yearning #nblnb #t4t mlm #nblm concept #mlm and nblm only #mlnb #trans mlm #mlm gay #mlm yearning #mlm thoughts #queer yearning #gay mlm #mlm love #mlm #yearnposting #gay yearning #yearning hours #date idea lolz #I just wanna be with them #all the time

[lady-harrowhark]

#i'm gonna throw up #i honestly can barely look at the page for Go Loud 2 because i love them so much and i get so emotional over it #also to be clear: this is NOT paul slander. it is campaldulcie yearning hours ONLY #okay you can throw tomatoes at me now #tlt #palamedes sextus #camilla hect #dulcinea septimus #paul tlt #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #sex pal #dulcie septimus #paul #nona the ninth spoilers #my tlt thoughts

[flowercrowngods]

ronance yearning hours

Mornings like this are becoming Nancy’s favourite thing, with the rising sun painting the room in golden light that always, always lands on Robin, who usually sleeps long past sunrise when she can. Nancy lets her; there’s nowhere for her to go anyway on this slow Saturday morning in Steve’s house, and the boys will only wake in an hour or so.

Nancy has taken to using that time to watch the picture of absolute serenity that is a sleeping Robin, with her cheek smushed into the pillow and her hair falling over her face in a way that never fails to make Nancy smile.

It also never fails to make her fingers twitch, itching to reach out and brush that hair behind her ear and see if her cheek is as smooth to the touch as it looks.

It gets stronger, this urge, with every slow Saturday morning that she wakes in the same bed as her. The journalist inside her wants to find a better word for it, a stronger one, to avoid repetition and ensure clarity. But all the words are big and carry implications for which Nancy is not yet ready.

She refuses to call it longing, this need inside her to touch and linger. She refuses to call it yearning, the way she looks forward to Friday nights at Steve’s with Robin and Eddie, or the way it fills her chest with excitement and giddiness just to think about sharing a bed and waking next to her and watching as all the things that overwhelm Robin on a daily basis are held off for at least another hour yet.

What’s in a word? she’ll scoff when it comes to interviews and articles and hours of agonising over sentence structure and synonyms.

But it’s on mornings like this that she realises that some words require bravery and tenderness rather than simple contemplation and calculation. Some words take time.

Beside her, Robin sighs quietly in her sleep, and Nancy shuffles closer. Because if she can’t be brave with words yet, not even with herself, she can at least be closer.

Using the momentum of a moment unguarded, her right hand comes up before she can stop it, finding a home on Robin’s cheek as she slowly, reverently brushes the hair out of her face and behind her ear. Her touch is light, fingertips ghosting over soft, warm skin — and feeling that softness upon her touch, she wonders if falling in love with Robin would be just as soft, just as gentle; just as warm.

Not a second later, Nancy pulls her hand away as if burned, her heart racing in her chest as if it were signalling her to run, you should be running, i’m racing like you’re running for your life before you’re caught and found out. Nancy balls her hand into a fist and scoots further back on the bed, feeling a heaviness inside her chest that has only been there for a few of these mornings. A fear. A panic.

Because terrible things happen when Nancy Wheeler wonders about love and touch and tenderness. And worse things still, because it’s not supposed to be like this. Not with Robin.

So she stays on her side of the bed, watching the sun dance along Robin’s skin, her hand still warm, the ghost touch of Robin’s soft cheek still present. And she watches, hand cradled to her chest to stop herself from reaching out again. She watches and wonders if maybe she should start using bigger words, because the pit in her chest is growing larger with every passing second and she needs something to fill it.

~*~

It happens again the next week. And the week after that. It seems like the first time broke something in Nancy, or maybe it came alive, but either way she can’t really stop reaching for Robin now. And her repertoire of words is growing with each Saturday morning, too. Longing, aching, yearning — they are classics. But there’s basking, too. Hoping, wishing, and imagining. God, does she imagine.

She imagines Robin’s lips turning up into a smile with Nancy’s hand on her cheek, she imagines her hand coming up to capture Nancy’s and just holding it. Or an image that makes her heart race again: kisses brushed to her knuckles. Or her lips.

She imagines, and she wishes, and she longs. But there’s also belonging. In fact, there’s a whole novel Nancy feels she could write in those early morning hours. A thousand pages dedicated to all the words that exist around Robin Buckley. Words that live inside Nancy; that part is important.

Four weeks have passed and the feelings have only grown stronger, developed more words that will forever remain between her and the morning sun. And Nancy can’t stop herself from trailing the back of her finger along smooth, warm skin, the touch too light to disturb the sleeping beauty.

Sleeping Beauty, who stills and stiffens minutely, but Nancy is too mesmerised to notice until it’s too late.

“You’ve gotta stop this,” Robin whispers, her voice hoarse from sleep, and Nancy’s heart leaps out of her chest in panic and embarrassment.

“Sorry,” she whispers, pulling her hand back toward her chest. She’ll explain. Robin had something on her face that Nancy brushed away, that’s all. It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s—

“Or I’ll fall madly in love with you if you don’t.”

Oh. Oh?

Oh.

Nancy swallows as her thesaurus dissolves and all words escape her. She blinks. Robin’s eyes are still closed but there’s a shadow of a smile on her lips, dimpling the skin that Nancy caressed just seconds ago.

There is the chance to just ignore that this ever happened, with Robin not looking at her, not making this moment real yet, on the brink of sleep and wakefulness. All she’ll have to do is wait. It’s the best chance she’s ever going to get, to forget about all this and get over it. Over her. Over whatever she has been building inside herself under the light of the rising sun over the past weeks.

All she’d have to do is remain still and silent and wait for Robin to fall back asleep.

But there was something about big words and bravery, and even though her thesaurus has left her and the thousand pages of things to feel, to say, to do, to think around Robin have torn themselves up because they were bleak and bland and not enough, Nancy feels brave on this particular morning.

Because the world hasn’t ended yet in all those weeks that she’s been thinking about Robin. In fact, the world has stopped ending since she started seeing Robin for who she is. And in a world where bravery is not about surviving, it is always about love.

And maybe that’s what she feels, maybe that’s what she wants, what she allows herself to want when she lays her hand on Robin’s cheek to caress the softest skin and gently comb back the strands of hair that are threatening to fall back over her face again. Her beautiful face that’s pulling up into a smile now — and Nancy is not imagining it. In fact, she’s smiling, too. She’s smiling so wide that a tiny little laugh bubbles past her lips.

Robin scoots closer, eyes squinting open now, as if to make sure this is real. As if she’s feeling the same. As if she meant it, what she said just now.

Nancy swallows thickly when Robin tucks her head under her chin, her body curling into Nancy’s, finding one of her hands to hold it. She still feels too raw, too vulnerable, and she wants to ask. Wants to be sure. Wants it to be real.

“Five more minutes,” Robin says, already on her way back to a deep sleep. “And then we’ll talk about this. I’ll tell you all about this girl I like. Think she might like me back. And she’s so warm.” She buries a little deeper into her side to chase that warmth that is now filling her whole body.

And Nancy gasps out a laugh this time, a tiny one, gentle and tender and all those words that are slowly coming back to her now that Robin is curled into her side and holding her hand. Her free hand comes up to comb through Robin’s hair in steady motions to lull her back into a slumber.

“Sleep,“ she breathes. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Robin hums, cuddling impossibly closer, and Nancy feels herself drifting off again, too. With a smile on her face. For the first time in years.

#ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #robin buckley #one day i’ll stop being pretentious about yearning hours but i am Not Creative and this was supposed to be just floaty but now it’s #not. because uh. i don’t think nancy pov can be floaty. because that girl has seen too much in a way that she’s not allowed to process #but uh. i’m not gonna go on a nancy rant now. maybe this is as floaty as it gets. maybe i can do better. only one way to find out #anyway nancy is yearning #if you saw this earlier no you didn’t. i hit post too soon like a real pro #does this make sense? idk it was written in a discord group chat bc i’m a madman who avoids documents like the plague apparently #dio words

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

I wanna hold a boy close and hum for him while he falls asleep in my arms. I'm gently rocking him while he's in my lap and humming a soft song and he just falls asleep instantly and peacefully while I'm holding him

#shadow says a thing #it's yearning hours again boys #straight ppl don't even glance at this or i will stomp you to death w my hooves #mlm and nblm only #mlm yearning #mlm thoughts #mlm #nblm yearning #nblm thoughts #nblm #gay #queer #uranic #toric #achillean #lgbt #lgbtq #bisexual #pansexual #omnisexual

[hellpaha]

Satosugu is the reason I’m becoming an alcoholic

#satosugu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #gege why #gege when i catch you gege #sad hours #one and only #yearning hours #i need to talk about it #or ill die

[b-yyearns]

ok but binge watching shows make me want to cuddle with a boy and have handsy makeouts under the blankets so we have to rewind the show more than actually watching it </3

#yearn hours are always in the evening whats with this man #mlm thoughts #gay mlm #mlm yearning #mlm post #t4t mlm #mlm and nblm only #mlm yearn #t4t yearning #mlm #t4t

[anonymocha]

nothing more intimate than operating on a robot girl… checking up on her sensor systems by connecting her to your computer… and then unscrewing her head plate to see the physical state of her controls, seeing the entanglement of her wires and rows of circuited boards… or opening her chest to clean the dust off her power systems… you need to keep your hands covered with anti-static gloves to touch her delicate structures, be gentle with the cables in her body… whatever

#ROBOT GIRL YEARNING HOURS #AAGGHHGHHHGH #i dont even like robots that much i know jack shit abt IT i can only assemble a pc but thats it #BUT THE CONCEPT… #DO YOU GET IT??? #this is also ryuusei’s fault btw #mochats #modownbads #if a girl trusts you enough to tinker with her internal processes wyd #yes this is kaalaapocket brainrot the line between maintenance and physical exams are very thin #referring to the ryuusei fic again #nblw #lesbian #gynoid

[finns-gay-thoughts]

hhh boys i love boys

#im so gay #gay #finn rambles #boyliker #t4t sfw #ftm t4t #mlm sfw #t4t mlm #mlm things #mlm love #yearning hours #this post is for the gays only

[sillyfeelings]

Just wanna live with my partner so we can hold each other and kiss and cuddle and be clingy and sleep side by side and do everyhing together, cooking with it hanging across my shoulders or waist, helping each other get ready every morning with kisses, or spending lazy mornings tangled together basking in their beauty, late nights curled up on our couch, surrounded by our cats, watching a show or movie, giggling and getting distracted as we kiss and touch each other, playing games together, sitting in each others laps, exploring local places hand in hand, I just love my boyfriend and miss it and want to be close to it all the time

#<33 #nblm #t4t mlm #nblm yearning #yearning #nblm thoughts #trans t4t #nsft t4t #ftm t4t #t4t #t4t mlnb #t4t yearning #mlm yearn #gay yearning #mlm yearning #yearnposting #yearning hours #nblm blog #mlm and nblm only #nblm concept #nblnb #want boyfriend here now

[gothcoffins]

Thinking about having my butch on top of me, kissing me so softly. Hands grabbing at my tits and hips, his needy and whiny moans spilling from his lips into mine. Wanting to fuck me so badly but trying their very best to be patient because they know, after all, that good boys have to wait if they want to stuff me full of their big cock. I'd stroke their hair and trail my hands up their arms, wrapping mine around them when I reach their neck. We'd look into each other's eyes and I'd smile innocently up at him, as if I hadn't been torturing them long enough, cooing into their ear softly "you're such a good boy, holding back when I know my puppy wants to feel my pussy around your cock, hm?"

I'd giggle when I hear them whine into my neck, hips bucking as they rub their bulge against my thigh, wanting all the stimulation they can get with permission. I'd enjoy teasing him, I'd gently touch his throat with my fingertips and he'd happily bare it for me more in complete submission. My tongue would lick their neck, sucking dark marks into it so that everyone knows they're all mine. I'd bite their neck and smile into their skin when I feel them shiver in anticipation of what's to come next.

They'd beg so sweetly for me, asking to fill me up with their cum and mark me as theirs, and because I'm already dripping and I'm done making them wait now, I'd wrap my legs around them and pull them closer so they can pound into me with their strap. I'd moan and fall apart underneath them easily, they know exactly how to make me feel good. They know what makes me whimper and moan and I'd be moaning out "thank you puppy, good boy, harder, harder!" Loving the way their big butch cock fills up my tight pussy so nicely, completely ruining me for anyone else. The way the sounds of skin on skin contact mix with the breathy moans coming from both of us make me clench harder around them, finally making me cum so beautifully on their throbbing cock.

Once I've cum at least once, I'd sweetly ask them if they want to finish inside me. They'd eagerly nod their head and pull out slowly, loving the way their cock slips out so easily with a wet sound. They'd lift and maneuver me however they please, sliding back into me, loving the way my eyes roll back into my head from feeling full again. They'd continue to fuck me but this time in the mating press and we'd both get louder from the new intense feeling. When they are getting close they'd whine "please, please, please" so sweetly and I'd tease them again, I just can't help it when they are so cute and obedient for me "what, puppy? you have to tell me clearly if you want something" I'd say, and they'd shiver and look into my eyes, glossy and blown out from both pleasure and my constant teasing. "Please let me cum inside, I've been such a good boy. Please?"

I'd lock my ankles together, holding them in place so they couldn't pull out even if they wanted to "of course puppy, come inside me as many times as you want. You've been so good for me today" and they'd take their fill of me, grinding down into me until they finally fill me up with their sticky release.

#lesbian yearning hours #femme4butch #lesbian nsft #butch bait #femme lesbian #lesbian #LESBIANS ONLY

[lavend3r-stardust]

The crush brainrot is REAL rn

Like she's all i think about, it's actually crazy how much she consumes my head and I am absolutely not complaining one bit bc I love it. And her, ofc. And her hands. And her smile. And her biceps. And her sense of style. And her cute lil nose scrunch when she laughs. And the way her tongue peeks out of her mouth when she's focused on eating pus- her work

#queer shenanigans and all that #crushing hours rn good god- #who needs homework when the only work i'd be doing rn is lapping up that angelic pussy #hxrny musings i suppose #wlw thoughts #wlw ns/fw #wlw nsft #wlw love #wlw #wlw textpost #sapphic yearning #sapphic longing #sapphic stuff #sapphic love #sapphic #queer longing #queer ns/fw #queer nsft #queer love #queer #bisexual