#yearnposting

[elainiisms]

non sexual intimacy!!!! bathing together, washing each other, playing with each other's hair, kissing every inch of their body, writing love letters on their back with your finger, connecting their moles and freckles to create constellations on their skin, running your hands up and down their thighs, ugh just expressing physical love without it having to be about sex!!!!

[theresa-alt]

Im wife material btw,, if u even care

[yawnderu]

You make it hard to be a ghost — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Mutual pining, yearning, fluff, conflicted emotions.♡

"That's enough out of you." Ghost barked as he entered your quarters, slamming a crumpled piece of paper onto your desk. You write poetry for him, sneaking it into pieces of his gear and clothes where you know he'll find them. He reads them every single time, the strings of his heart being pulled whenever he reads them. He'd never let you know he keeps them, never let you know just how much your handwritten thoughts truly affect him, but you already know.

"What else am I supposed to do with my love for you, Ghost?" You asked teasingly, though the fear of keeping being rejected was always there, gnawing on your heart every single time he denied your affections.

"I don't need your love." He spat out, British accent making his rejection somewhat harder. How do I let you know you're the sun that casts away my shadows? I can't. His gaze flickers back and forth as you stay quiet, a mixture of guilt and anxiety playing on his expressive eyes though he tried to keep a stern mask in place. "I don't have time for this." You make me feel something.

"You say that, but I know you enjoy what I write even if you don't believe my words." You stand up from your seat, slowly approaching Ghost as your hand gently holds his wrist, examining his tattoo sleeve. His senses are overwhelmed as you touch him, by the closeness of your body, the warmth of your hands, your gentle touch. He wants this for himself, but he can't accept it, yet he doesn't push you away. "Whose dog tags are these?" You inquire, looking at his tattoo with a curious gaze.

"An old friend." He replies shortly, breath hitching slightly. Those dog tags belong to Simon Riley. The Simon Riley who died the same day Ghost was born, the same Simon Riley who gave his murdered family a funeral pyre and was left as just a Ghost. You simply hum, knowing better than to press for more details.

"Stray." His voice finally cuts the silence, his tone more gentle than what you usually hear from him, despite the turmoil in his head. "I've never loved anyone." Other than my mum and brother. It pains him to say those words, but you deserve to know.

"I know." He looked at you with a gaze full of sadness, and you responded with a gaze full of love. Ghost pulls you closer, allowing himself to be vulnerable in this way for once in his life, hand resting warmly against your cheek as he leans closer, breathing in your hair and the scent of your skin. His nightmares and past haunt him, his trauma keeps him up at night, but you keep his soul alive.

"I truly love you, Simon." Your arms gently wrap around his neck and he grits his teeth. Simon. Simon had been dead for years, yet you somehow always found a way to bring him back to life. To make his defenses come crumbling down as if he didn't spend years carefully building them. You can feel the tension leaving his body, muscles relaxing and shoulders dropping. You're aware this is a big deal for Ghost, he never lets anyone get this close. You hear his heart beating wildly, his breath on your neck as his arms wrap around your waist hesitantly, bringing you closer and closer each passing second.

"I love you too." He whispered, swallowing the knot in his throat. It's the first time he's actually been able to say it. "I love you too." He repeats, just in case you missed it the first time.

[magick-memes]

how it feels to be the silly homie with an air of profound sadness to u

[yearning-time-baybee]

i just really want to be, like, fawned over.

hold me. hug me. kiss me. tell me im pretty. play with my hair. give me so much attention. please make me feel so special.

[lesbielol]

sometimes the weed makes me horny and sometimes it makes me yearn

[queerism1969]

[lrd323]

It’s ok to call me a girl

Especially if “good” precedes it.

ESPECIALLY if another girl says it.

[dumbbitchbrooke]

I need to cuddle with someone rn. Rest my head on their stomach while they read a book. Music playing in the background. Their hand slowly moving through my hair.

[taxfraudcatboy]

I want someone to hold me while I fall asleep in their arms

I want to hold someone while THEY fall asleep in MY arms

I want to love and be loved

[elainiisms]

going insane over the prospect of casual intimacy. like taking a bath together and sitting in between their legs while they wash your hair, press soft kisses to your cheek, neck and shoulders. just leaning your head back into the crook of their neck and relaxing as they hold you and trace lines across your skin.

[sillyfeelings]

Roller skate date where they laugh as they help me back onto my feet after I fall on my ass for the 10th time, holding onto him for balance and just as an excuse to be close to him, more than likely going to end up pulling it to the ground with me, falling into a pile giggling and playfully whining about my aches and bruises until they offer to kiss me better, maybe we spend the rest of the date sitting in the grass laughing and kissing or maybe we finally get back to our feet, skate around a bit, holding hands as we skate through the park, I just want to enjoy the nice weather with him

[newtype-difference]

real t4t love is asking a girl if she wants to eat meal and watch youtube with you

[lunarhode]

i am bigger than life. therefore i am almost a god

but i will never be a july evening. 

[queerism1969]

[mooniluvyou]

at this point i need a wellness check