#and a yearner

[gaybeandip]

janine & gregory this, janine & gregory that yada yada barb and melissa def kissed after the party too

[gilsart]

idk guys I was probably going through euphoria when I made this (I have BPD)

bonus for the aftermath and also a little silly interaction based on a tiktok trend

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's just guys night talk! Don't worry about it!

(Read Tiger Tiger and shake this man awake so he can finish that thought!)

[bibbysstuff]

There is a new 'Caleb' in town..

[goldcleaver]

what in the Yearning is this

[kaliandra]

Jayce's love language is Physical Touch

[buckiverse]

☆ warnings: mdni, this is literally just a description of how caleb, zayne, and sylus jerk off and if they watch porn

☆ a/n: I have officially decided all the boys are virgins, so i feel it's only right to write about them yearning for you but also being overcome with guilt <3

☆ Caleb

Caleb has spent so long secretly admiring you, adoring you. All he wants is for you to like him the same—but Caleb is patient. Caleb understands long-suffering and is willing to wait for you. He won’t force you to come to him. You have to want it—this, as he does. With this being said, for a long time, he will not watch porn. He’ll feel bad like he’s betraying you—like you’ll know he lusted after another person. 

When you both go to college, he’d spend more time away from you for the first time, and he wouldn’t even dare to think about letting another woman touch him. He’d even have you act as a liaison, discouraging others from approaching him romantically. That didn’t mean that he hadn’t heard stories of what his friends were doing in bed, the fantasies they were living out—now he was curious. 

He’s not a boy anymore, and this is different—it’s educational, he’d tell himself. When the video loaded, a woman, blindfolded, a vibrator pressed between her folds. Teasing her clit gently. The blush spread on his face furiously as he felt himself getting hard. He watched as she writhed against the toy, but not daring to close her legs as her partner commanded. He could feel the heat spreading across his neck—taking mental notes. He would love to do this to you.

Though he had no experience, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make love to you so good you’d never want to leave. He’d read books and look at fanart, especially of things you like. If you tell him about the latest manhwa you’re reading, best believe he's going to study that shit like no other. You read romance? Well, now he does, too. 

He might even have a whole notepad. Seeing what works, what he likes, what he thinks you might like. He knows you well enough to guess, though he’d definitely ask you directly. 

But when Caleb touches himself, he’d do it with a stolen pair of panties. Sometimes, the washer would eat your socks, underwear, and towels, which was nothing new.

Now, speaking of guilt, he knows this is horrible for him, but he doesn’t know what else to do with himself. But when Caleb saw the pair, unwashed and forgotten in the washer, he couldn’t help but pick them up and stuff them in his pocket. Now he closes his eyes, stroking himself slowly, the underwear in his mouth to muffle the noises from his lips, hoping you wouldn’t hear him. He decided this would do. Using little pieces of you to get himself off. 

He would think of the times before college when he could hear your muffled moans and breaths coming from your room late at night and secretly press his head against your shared wall, trying to listen to you better. He couldn’t wait to use his newfound knowledge on you. He’s just eagerly waiting. 

☆ Zayne

Zayne wants to be romantically involved with you. He desires—yearns for it. But he knows that's not the current state of your relationship and will respect the pace at which you want to take things. His busy life keeps him occupied. He almost relies on it to monopolize his attention since he can’t give it all to you. But it doesn’t stop the guilt he feels—watching porn. 

It takes a lot for him actually to touch himself. He won’t do it often. Yet. It would be an actual internal conflict for him. When he finally decided he was going to watch porn, he would make it quick. The cold metal of his phone in his hand, the dark screen reflecting at him, would almost snap Zayne out of it—but he’s currently wrapped up in his lust. Even so, he still feels like he’s being unfaithful to you—the idea of you more accurately. 

He’ll decide only to watch one while allowing the video to load. He’s just desperate to get off at the moment. It’s almost painful, the way his cock is straining against his slacks. Lately, waiting or sleeping it off hasn’t been working. He’d been so pent up that Zayne stayed hard the whole drive home, and now he gave in. 

It's a short video, but fuck it was hot. The woman squirmed underneath her partner. And Zayne’s pupils blew wide when he saw him suck on her clit, and he could hear the *pop* of his lips detaching from her folds. The groan that fell from her lips when he pushed his tongue inside her—how his arms kept her legs pinned down, though her hips bucked upwards. 

He wanted to do that to you badly. So bad that he closed his eyes, his head thrown back, his lips parted as he leaned back in the chair, jerking himself fast. He had to have you—he couldn’t take it anymore. And he came so fucking hard, and when he finally opened his eyes, he saw the come all over his slacks.

But the guilt was quickly spreading through his chest. It almost feels like he has desires towards the people in the video, but honestly, all he wants is you. He’s never even touched another woman—but still, he felt mortified at the idea that you’d look at him and know what he was doing late at night, imagining it was you there.  

He would never touch another woman. You are all he has wanted since he was a child. Even back then, he only wanted to be connected to you, keeping other girls at a distance even into his adulthood. But maybe now that was catching up to him.

☆ Sylus

Sylus is patient—but only with you. He’d been frustrated for a while. Between your apparent hatred of him and the chaos in the N109 zone, it was slowly eating away at him. Still, no matter how adamant you were about holding your grudge, he’d never be angry with you. Disappointed? Maybe. But never angry.

He loved the game you were playing but wanted—needed—more of you. You were bonded to him, whether you realized it or not. Fated. And the longer you pretended to hate him, the more amused he became. Sylus knew your walls were crumbling, piece by piece.

Like the patient man he is, he waited. Even as you kept those walls standing, even as you unknowingly softened him in ways he never expected—he never sought out distractions. He wouldn’t watch porn. He didn’t need to. First of all, he was busy. Running a city, being a crime boss. You know, important stuff.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t come home late at night, exhausted, missing you. That he didn’t lie in bed on his stomach, the ache of longing settling deep. He might even pull a pillow beneath him, letting it fill the empty space—imagining it was you.

He’d press his weight into it, wishing it were your body beneath him instead. His breath would hitch, a flush burning its way across his cheeks as he rutted against it, slow at first, then more desperate. His fingers would twist into the sheets, knuckles white, your name slipping past his lips like a prayer.

He just felt so desperate. The need for you—your touch, your claim—clawed at his chest, leaving him raw. And when he finally came, hips stuttering in one last, shaky grind, a tear would slip from the corner of his eye.

Sylus doesn’t cry often—if at all. But the thought of you never choosing him? That breaks him.

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

“he loves me… he loves me not.”

gojo had been minding his own business—well, sort of. he had been walking across the school grounds, sunglasses perched on his nose, hands tucked into his pockets, just happening to pass by when he spotted you sitting under a tree, plucking petals from a daisy.

he tilted his head, amusement curling at the edges of his lips.

“ooh, what’s this?” his voice was teasing as he strolled up to you, leaning down so his face was way too close to yours. “someone’s got a crush?”

you jolted at his sudden presence, eyes widening before you quickly tried to hide the flower behind your back. “gojo—”

“ah-ah,” he interrupted, sliding onto the grass beside you, effortlessly prying your hand forward to inspect the half-plucked daisy. his grin widened. “oh, this is juicy. tell me, tell me, who’s the lucky guy?”

you huffed, glaring at him, but there was no real bite behind it. “none of your business.”

gojo clicked his tongue, rocking back on his palms as he stretched his long legs out. “c’mon, you’re literally playing a game about it. it’s my duty as your best friend to pry into your love life.”

you rolled your eyes but sighed, plucking another petal.

“he loves me…”

gojo smirked. “oh? It’s looking good so far.”

another petal.

“he loves me not.”

he waved a dismissive hand. “eh, don’t worry about that one. those don’t count.”

another.

“he loves me.”

“see? fate wants you to win.”

and then—

“he loves me not.”

your fingers froze over the now-empty flower stem.

gojo felt it immediately—the way your shoulders dropped just slightly, the way your lips pressed together in that disappointed little frown. the playful atmosphere from before faded into something quieter, something almost… wistful.

“damn,” gojo said lightly, but there was a slight stiffness to his voice now. “tough luck, huh?”

you didn’t respond right away. your gaze flickered up, looking just past him—past his teasing smirk, past his presence entirely.

gojo followed your line of sight, and that’s when he saw him.

geto suguru, walking by a few feet away, completely oblivious to the fact that you were looking at him like he was the only thing in the world.

something in gojo’s chest lurched.

he blinked behind his sunglasses, his cocky grin faltering just slightly.

“oh,” he said, the realization hitting him like a slow-burning ache. “it’s him.”

you didn’t notice the shift in his tone, too busy staring after geto.

gojo, for once, didn’t tease.

he just sat there, watching you, watching the way your fingers curled slightly over the empty daisy stem, watching the way your gaze softened in a way it never did for him.

and for the first time in his life, satoru gojo felt the sharp, quiet sting of jealousy.

but he didn’t say a word.

he just forced his usual grin back into place, elbowed you lightly, and drawled, “well, what does some dumb flower know, anyway?”

you laughed softly, finally tearing your gaze away from geto. “yeah,” you murmured. “you’re right.”

but gojo didn’t feel like he was right.

because suddenly, he kind of hated that flower.

[crrtite]

Thinking once again.. gosh this is so fun

cw: he’s weird AGAIN, rude Simon, masturbation mention (Simon), reader is nice and gets no love back (that they know of, heh) 18+!!

Simon who’s so standoffish around you, seemingly irritated by small things you do, almost like your mere existence is a nuisance.

You have a question to ask that you maybe were given an half-assed answer to a few months ago? “Y’already know the answer. Listening will do you good.” Paired along with his intimidating gaze, his eyes laced with irritation.

Or maybe you try to make some small talk with him. You’ve known each other for months and he barely holds a conversation with you unless it’s necessary, and even then it’s the bare minimum. Nothing really cordial or friendly about him.

You find him in a common area, doing your best to be charismatic in a way you think he’d like based on how he gets along with Johnny, since they seem to be close even though they’re basically opposites.

Your attempt ends with him walking away while you’re speaking, your mouth slightly gaped and face a bit hot from embarrassment.

A few weeks pass, and you find yourself at your wits end. Why does he seem to tolerate everyone but you?

You decide to pull back, opting to scoop up what little dignity you have left and leaving him alone because it’s clearly what he wants..

Little do you know, Simon is always watching you. Especially now that you’ve started to avoid him, he has to find a way to get his fill of you.

He’s a bit annoyed with you, honestly. You got him addicted to your sweet voice and your awkward attempts to be nice and how your eyes would dart around for an exit when he wouldn’t respond… and now you’re just… gone? Irritating one, you are. He loved watching you squirm. He’s always liked sweet things that get nervous around him.

No worries, he’ll just have to make you come back to him. Treat you better this time, let out a huff at your dumb jokes, maybe let you sit on the same couch as him.

After all, fisting his cock to old interactions between the two of you and the thought of your perfume isn’t working anymore. Simon knows how to make it better, knows what you need. You just need him to give you a bit of attention, and he’ll have you in his grasp once again.

follow up here!

[antleredreality]

[isatartdump]

i;m a lesbian but i am so insanely attracted to your isabeau it's unreal. please keep posting him i fall in love more every time

Please keep faling in love with Isabeau. He's almost like a muse to me. He always looks divine

Sunkissed. The universe itself stops to stare. Gods I love this guy.

Now have an Isabeau sketch blast because I love him almost as much as I love Loop

And for last- Isa with glasses...

[bostoncreamdonut]

The way he looked at Silco when they were young, his never-ending regret over what he did, and the happiness on his face in the alternate timeline—oh, it haunted him.

[targarrus]

[tinnedmarlin]

go get them champ

[apollognese]

Based on a post I saw on Twitter. Peak masculinity👌👌