#im yearning

[enuff2btuff]

i need to kiss and love on a pretty boy. kissing all over his face and holding him in my lap. i also want to be the pretty boy.

[whereismydog]

As long as she kisses me and plays with my hair, she can be as mean as she wants to me

[plague-memoria]

i crave mutual attraction, mutual obsession, mutual lust, mutual love, and mutual attention.

[angel-pd]

i wanna be loved and spoiled waaa (˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)

[aeon-ixx]

Therapy isn’t enough, I need to talk to Remus Lupin in person.

[saviiwa]

hmm... noisy growly bottom so'lek

[multi-fandom-simp00]

i'm yearning, and it hurts

You stood near the large window, your gaze lowered and looking out upon Latveria.

You could see the many citizens going about their daily business, going to shops, eating out, and holding hands with their loved ones.

A quiet sigh left your lips without realizing, your hands shaky against the fabric of your outfit. You didn't glance up when the door opened, signalling you of your dearly beloved's return. The faint clink of metal could be heard as he walked across the floor, your gaze staying lowered even as you felt his hands on your hips.

"You're thinking." States the familiar voice of Victor Von Doom, your husband. "Doom senses unease in you."

Unease... is that what it was? You weren't too sure yourself, but whatever it was, you hated it.

"I'm not sure." You murmured quietly, the tension leaving your shoulders just barely under his touch. "I'm just... aching, I guess."

He doesn't immediately reply, a hum acknowledgement escaping him. He follows your gaze out the window and amongst his citizens, immediately knowing the ache you felt.

"I see." He simply says, his hands moving off your hips.

You thought he was about to leave before he entered your vision, tearing your attention away from the rest of Latveria outside. You silently watch as he takes his hands in yours, his touch oddly gentle for someone like him.

"Doom does not wish to see such pain in his dearly beloved." He murmurs softly, his eyes staring at you from behind the mask.

His words strike a chord in your heart, your lips slightly trembling as you try to respond, yet nothing came out. Noticing your hesitation, one of his armored hands reaches up to gently cup your cheek, the coolness of the metal sending a shivers down your spine. You could only stare at him with slight uncertainty, and something akin to insecurity.

"You do not need to feel such emotions." He says, noting the look in your eyes. "Do not doubt my decision of making you my spouse."

That causes the breath to catch in your throat, your body slightly shaking as you practically freeze in place. You don't resist as he tugs you towards him and presses his masked forehead against your own, your eyes fluttering just barely.

"Every day with you is not time wasted." He states softly, despite his usual intense gaze.

Then, in that moment, you believed him, it was as if every doubt in your mind was instantly obsolete with every word he spoke. And in a way, they were, the negative thoughts, the doubt and insecurities were obsolete because of his words, something you found yourself craving more of.

crying and trying not to throw up, ugh

hope you enjoyed this short drabble tho

[daydreamingbambilesbian]

I'm super into pillows and blankets as a single, yearning lesbian. The blankets just feel like a warm hug from a pretty lady and the pillows feel like I'm laying on a girl's tummy or chest to rest while she does something else, absentmindedly rubbing my arm to comfort me to sleep.

If only it were actually a woman, and not just my pillows and blankets.