#theyearn

[sometimesanalice]

JOHN THORNTON YEARNING AND PINING

JOHN THORNTON WITH A FLOWER

JOHN THORNTON ON A TRAIN

JOHN THORNTON TENDERLY ASKING "COMING HOME WITH ME?"

[tinadonahue]

FOLLOW US ON TODAY'S BLOG HOP You will know insatiable lust, but no peace Soul mates separated by time " No hot chocolate " AU Sports Roma...

[campingwiththecharmings]

your chest pressed flat against the glass as he fucked you nice and slow. <- ;akds;lkfd;lgkdf;lgkfg ugh want, PLEASE SEND HELP 🫠🫠🫠

“Don’t worry, chiquita,” he mumbled with lidded eyes, “I’ll make it fit.” <- so down for this man calling me chiquita like *soft crying* #theyearning

Love you Carol! I'm obsessed with your Miguel stories!

Please these two scenarios won't leave my head.

1) Hot Shower sex with Mr. O'Hara, he always promise he'll be on his best behavior when both of you are showering you take turns soaping each other up but Miguel is mischievous he starts to kiss your neck, grope your chest, squeezing your ass.....and damn you fold...you fold so hard. You can't help but succumb to his advances. Next thing you know he's fucking you senseless as the warm water cascades down both of your skin. The bathroom steamy from the hot water 💦🚿❤️

2) It's your first time having Sex with Miguel, your nervous this is your first boyfriend, ever. Miguel knows that your nervous but assures you that everything is going to be all right. Your hot and fluster as he finishes teasing you he shows us "his weapon" and you can't help but think that something that big won't fit in such tiny hole.

"Will it fit?"

"I'll make it fit."

🍆❤️💦🥵😋

1.)

You had one of those glass-door showers.

It was difficult showering when Miguel was around. He never behaved. Even when he promised you that he would. It was always a bluff.

Your crystalline bathroom left little to the imagination, the steam from your hot showers coating the glass in thick fog—the only barrier between Miguel and your nakedness.

“Let me help you.” He’d say as he stepped in, his enormous frame dwarfing you in your little glass box of a shower.

You’d allow him to lather you up with your sweet-smelling soap, letting his large hands glide over your wet skin. But the touches always led to other activities.

You’d allow that too after some coaxing, feeling his length slide between your folds before he’d slowly push you toward the shower wall, your chest pressed flat against the glass as he fucked you nice and slow.

…

2.)

You were a nervous little thing.

You trembled as you laid on Miguel’s bed, your eyes trained on his weeping cock.

You were nervous about your first time, but you knew you wanted it to be with no one else but Miguel. He was a patient man, never rushing you or forcing you into a compromising position.

You wanted it to be special, and so did he. So he took you to dinner, a nice restaurant with great food, before taking you back home.

Now you were on his bed, his satin sheets drowning you as you continued to stare at his hard cock, standing to attention.

“W-will it fit?” You asked him worriedly, watching his with large eyes as he settled between your legs. He took himself in hand, swiping the tip through your soaking folds.

“Don’t worry, chiquita,” he mumbled with lidded eyes, “I’ll make it fit.”

[afondarcultura]

Buenas Familia ‼‼ Cómo estáis llevando el #martes✌ ❓ Aquí os subimos más novedades 🎶🎶entre las que se encuentran ⚫🔵⚪ #aiko #azucarmoreno #funambulista #martasoto #kalimba #juanmagan #akapellah #kayl #lester #r3hab #timmytrumpet #tarifaplana #losaslandticos #theyearning #youngsaints #lenellbrown #music #artistoninstagram #listen🎵 #musicislove #musicartist #musicalatina #musicapop #musicaurbana #listentomusic #afondarcultura https://www.instagram.com/p/CBOPQgTDHhd/?igshid=7lh92f6lirua

[nosvemosenprimerafila]

THE YEARNING rememoran a los añorados ABBA en su nuevo single y video-clip......... The Yearning junto a Luci Ashbourne lanzan "Only When I'm Dancing" y es un ejercicio de evocación de ese “bailar triste” tan emocionante que ya practicaran con maestría ABBA con su “Dancing Queen”, de las que es obvia deudora. Joe Moore está de vuelta con "Only When I'm Dancing". Un avance del próximo álbum de THE YEARNING.  Su espíritu prolífico lo ha llevado a participar en muchos proyectos propios (THE YEARNING y THE PERFECT KISS), así como en otros (Lia Pamina, Cristina Quesada y Maddie Mae). Nos ha mostrado su pasión por la música y las horas y horas de música que hemos compartido juntos, ya sea lounge, pop de cámara, el sonido de los años sesenta del grupo de chicas, electro-pop y música disco.  Esta vez el estilo ganador es la música disco. ABBA, Donna Summer, Diana Ross, Barry Whitey todas las imágenes que rodearon Studio 54entre finales de los años setenta y principios de los ochenta. Este cambio de estilo y otra serie de circunstancias artísticas han llevado al trabajo vocal, que hasta ahora ha sido responsabilidad de Maddie Dobie, entregado aLuci Ashbourne. Su voz madura y aterciopelada encaja como un guante en estas canciones sensuales y emocionantes, muchas de las cuales están dirigidas directamente a la pista de baile. Un hit indudable, que vuelve a poner en evidencia la habilidad de Joe Moore a la hora de arreglar las canciones. Además de la mencionada, este single digital incluye una canción inédita que no saldrá en el disco, “Moonlight Fantasy”, que va hacia la versión disco de ecos funk y toques africanos de bandas como los franceses VOYAGE o SILVER CONVENTION, pero haciendo uso de ese toque ensoñador que también despliega la cara A, y que es toda una seña emocional de la música“made in Moore”. Y para colmo, hay un video dirigido por Santi Capuz (EL ÚLTIMO DETALLE, LA BIEN QUERIDA, Soleá Morente, NEVVER, AIKO EL GRUPO).... [...] CONTINÚA en https://www.nosvemosenprimerafila.com #70s #disco #dance #revival #abba #theyearning #INDIE #EMERGENTES (en Studio54) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBK5VIBiYPV/?igshid=daqcemppv35j

[stellawildjones]

Back to my whore-ish 🙄ways...love my books👓❤️😭...there goes my month end grocery. 🙈Can't wait to get my reading bug going!!#homodeus #ruby @cynthia_bond #adrianalbertmole #suetownsend #theyearning #mohalemashigo #periodpainbook #kopanomatlwa #toquotemyself @khayadlanga

[corilla]

#theyearning #lovethem😭

“do you think lestappen is real?”

[orlok666]

I ride through day and night listen wind, they art my fellows Eternally I am looking for the eye inside my heart the yearning grows I rode through the forest in purchase over mountains so high that it seems they touch the sky riding through meadows so lonely wrestled up streams so clean My lips art so cold where is the tongue that melts the ice and snow? My grief is infinite where are art thou who heals my wounds? I ride through day and night crystal wind bring me my fellows Eternally I am looking for the eye the palace of the earth -The Yearning by Empyrium #empyrium #theyearning #awintersunset https://www.instagram.com/p/B23X_blpSim/?igshid=u03broxsqj42

[fantasticradiouk]

@panmacmillansa by “Subversive and electric and yet achingly familiar.” - @laurenbeukes Intruders by @blckporcelain is a collection that explores how it feels not to belong. These are stories of unremarkable people thrust into extraordinary situations by events beyond their control. #Intruders #ShortStories #SpeculativeFiction #MustRead #MohaleMashigo #TheYearning #Bookstagrammer #Fiction https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs6BHcHFDCL/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=gj99rgz374ek

[pinemangojuice]

Here’s some phone doodles from a couple days ago #doodle #myart #clemsbackatitagainw/theyearn https://www.instagram.com/p/CCpxJk5lJGW/?igshid=qsq3x0rfzpm

[campingwiththecharmings]

df;lfgkdlf;gkl omg this is so cute 😭😭 reader stealing rydal's shit because she wants to be close to him. rydal being an adorable, sweet little bastard. ugh. i love them, your honor.

Rydal presented you with the book in his arms, brandishing the title as if he were an old-fashioned tour guide in Europe, arm movements and all. Cheeseball.

yes, and we love it (or, i do at any rate).

You made sure to spray the perfume all over your body the next time you saw him, fully expecting him to go batshit and not let you leave his dorm.

YES PLS

Inside the case was the matching women’s version of the frames he owned, the same ones that were just a bit too large for your face. You hated the swooping feeling you got while putting them on.

brb imaging them both wearing their matching sunglasses and maybe like teasing each other over it and just being their generally adorable selves.

Pulling back to press your foreheads together, his hands came up to hold your face between them. "I’ll be back under your skin before you know it… hopefully under you before either of us know it.”

i'm sorry, who gave him permission to be sweet and sexy?? like, that should not be allowed. this man is ruining my life #theyearning™️

“Rydal, we can’t have sex in the pool changing rooms,” you started. "No, what? Ew. What the fuck— ew, no! I’m not that easy—“

this whole exchange was so funny 😂 ('not that easy'. rydal pls.)

And that’s the thing with Rydal, he was always going to be soft for you, even if he covered it up with messy words to make you frown at him. He never wanted you to grovel for him or his money, never expected you to treat him any differently for all the pretty things he bought you, for all the liberties he granted you.

SOFTSOFTSOFTSOFTSOFT

as;dlsfld;gl goddddddddd, i love this little universe you've created so much. ty for sharing it 😭❤️

Arty Boy

Rydal Keener x f!reader

Words: 1.9k; part of the Oxford Comma series but can be read alone I guess

Warnings: no smut but mature themes-ish, mentions of sex and intimacy, fluff, soft Rydal, bickering, rich people shit, a glance at their relationship over a few months

“No, you’re not allowed to smile at me like that.”

“Wha– I wasn’t smiling like anything!” he countered.

“What, what is it? What are you hiding, you’ve got that look on your face when you’re hiding something from me,” you threw the sweater of his that you were holding, into his suitcase where you were currently packing his things for winter break.

You had spent the last few weeks of spending almost every day together, learning each other in your own way, asking the deep cutting questions first and following up with asking what his favourite colour was. Rydal was gentle when he asked you about where you grew up, his petty comment all that time ago about your hometown at the forefront of his mind. You told him everything there was to know as you lay on top of his chest, tracing your finger in mindless circles on his skin while avoiding eye contact. You had asked him what he wanted to do with his life. He didn’t have a straight answer.

“Not become my father,” he had muttered.

“What does that mean?”

He never did answer your question now that you thought about it. You were brought back to the present when he got up from his place where he was lounging on the bed like some antiquated forgotten prince in his prime. He sure looked the part, was bred into the role. Moulded for it really. The way his hair flopped into his eyes was surely a gift from the gods themselves. Rydal opened one of his desk drawers and reached inside, pulling out a book before turning to you with that disarming stare of his.

“Since I have to leave you in this cold, dreadful, lonesome building for the holidays–”

“Okay, relax, I won’t be entirely alone–”

“–all by yourself, without me–”

“–Eleanor is staying, too, for fuck’s sake I already mentioned this–”

“–I got you something,” he finished without the flourish you were expecting.

Rydal presented you with the book in his arms, brandishing the title as if he were an old-fashioned tour guide in Europe, arm movements and all. Cheeseball. It was an early edition of Pride and Prejudice, one of your favourites – ridiculously well kept and the pages hardly creased from lack of use. The binding was perfectly intact and you were almost afraid to take it from his hands, eyes darting between the title and his face in shock.

He brushed off your reaction and protests, insisting that you took it off his hands, that you’d be doing him a favour really, and that he had no use for it. You hardly believed him but accepted the gift nonetheless, noticing the way his chest puffed out with pride at your excitement over it, and cherishing what must have been a family heirloom that he so freely handed over to you.

///

The next time Rydal got you something that made you slightly nervous to accept was in February. It was before Valentines, the two of you choosing to ignore the ostentatious and offensive holiday in favour of just passing midterm season. He was so casual about it, leaving it in your bathroom cabinet with your other cheaper toiletries in its original packaging, slapping the tiniest pink bow you’d ever seen on it so you’d know it was from him. You don’t even remember telling him about it, the Chanel bottle glaringly out of place amongst your other drug store products.

You made sure to wear it the next time you saw him, and you fucking knew he was waiting for you to with the way he pressed his nose into your neck and deeply inhaled as you greeted him. If this was another game of his, you weren’t going to be the one to back down and admit you squealed and showed it off to your roommate.

You probably shouldn’t have done that last part. Eleanor was already jealous enough as it was, complaining that her boyfriend still hadn’t made reservations for the cringey celebration.

Rydal made sure to be extra handsy that day, taking any and every excuse to lean into your personal space and show his appreciation that you wore what he bought for you. Which, okay, fine, you liked that you had that effect on him but he was bordering on hedonistic as he mouthed at you. Not that you were complaining but you definitely pushed him away a few times out of fear of him sucking a bruise onto your skin in broad daylight.

You made sure to spray the perfume all over your body the next time you saw him, fully expecting him to go batshit and not let you leave his dorm.

///

Towards the end of the semester with the prospect of summer looming over your heads, you felt more and more needy towards Rydal. You were not only stressed about the end of your second year, but finals and the fear of not seeing him for the next four months despite his plans and promises. Not only were you stealing his t-shirts that carried his scent with them, hoarding them away for lonely nights, you were also playing your hand with his other possessions.

You began wearing anything and everything at least once for fear of his memory leaving you in the short time you were away from each other. This ended up with you rifling through his closet while he showered, trying on different sweaters and blazers before finding a pair of sunglasses tucked into the breast pocket of one of his jackets, tossing it aside quickly before trying the classic Raybans on.

Which is exactly how he found you, looking at yourself from different angles in the mirror and seeing if you could pull off the heavy metal frames. If only they were just a tad smaller. Sighing, you deposited them into his outstretched hand, his subtle smirk going unnoticed by you.

Rydal thought this side of you was hilarious, he knew exactly what you were doing when you thought you were subtly tucking his shirts away into your bag before leaving. He found this new behaviour incredibly endearing, especially since you refused to admit that the time away from him was going to be a problem anytime he asked.

It’s not that he didn’t feel the same, no, he definitely wasn’t looking forward to the month you’d have to spend apart. He was afraid of the morning he would have to wake up in his childhood home without the option of you being there, or just a couple minutes of a walk away. Just the thought of it made his stomach churn uncomfortably but he refused to think about it.

A week after the awkward sunglasses incident, you received a nondescript brown package to your dorm. Thinking it was for your roommate, you left it for Eleanor on her bed without a second glance. You didn’t order things to your dorm, you were fucking poor.

When she picked it up, she scoffed at the shipping label before walking it over to you, muttering something about Sebastian needing to step his game up. Looking down at the package again, you saw that it was addressed to you. You ripped the package open in confusion before lifting the spectacle case out of the bubble wrap, your mind immediately jumping to your stupidly well off boyfriend.

Inside the case was the matching women’s version of the frames he owned, the same ones that were just a bit too large for your face. You hated the swooping feeling you got while putting them on.

///

Summer was upon the both of you before you were ready. You had to say your goodbyes, temporary or not, you couldn’t very well go home with him and he wouldn’t last a day in your life. You just had to wait until you met up in June, at his family’s summer home. There, you’d spend a month or two, depending on how uncomfortable you were in the presence of other nepo babies.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re suffocating me, right?”

His voice came out muffled against your shoulder which was currently pressed up against his mouth from where you had thrown your arms around him.

Pulling back to press your foreheads together, his hands came up to hold your face between them.

“I’ll be back under your skin before you know it… hopefully under you before either of us know it.”

///

When you saw him again in June, you were a nervous wreck. The pressure of not only seeing him outside of your normal routine of school but also in the presence of his family and other privileged kids, some of which went to school with you both, was making you unnaturally quiet. Rydal, of course, noticed.

“C’mere, baby, gotta show you something.”

“Rydal, we can’t have sex in the pool changing rooms,” you started.

“No, what? Ew. What the fuck— ew, no! I’m not that easy—“

You made a face.

“Let’s not get into how easy you were for me—“

“—not fair, you should’ve seen yourself—“

“—practically begging me to suck you off—“

“—you know I like when you say the word suck—“

“—why did you ask me to follow you in here?”

Rydal reached into his pocket, thick hands pulling the already tight fabric even more taught causing your eyes to openly ogle his thigh. It’s been a long month and a half away from each other, you couldn’t help it and you weren’t drooling, okay?

He pulled out a small blue box, the distinct colour of it starkly contrasted against his sun kissed skin. Robin’s egg blue. No, that’s not quite right. Tiffany blue. Tacky white bow on top.

Your heart stopped beating.

“Rydal, what— I can’t accept whatever is in that box,” you were stuttering and your eyes were most definitely welling up.

“Hey, hey. It’s just an early birthday present,” his arms came up to pull you closer. “I… I like buying you things. Pretty things. You deserve them, baby, will you at least let me show you?”

He was being uncharacteristically gentle with you, out of place in the echoing changing room by the pool. Well, that’s not entirely true, was it? Rydal showed you his gentle and soft side often, however, it was usually masked with a bratty comment here and there. If you let yourself take the time to remember, he had been showing you kindness from the day you met him, ready to forgive you for ruining his best friend’s stark white shoes.

And that’s the thing with Rydal, he was always going to be soft for you, even if he covered it up with messy words to make you frown at him. He never wanted you to grovel for him or his money, never expected you to treat him any differently for all the pretty things he bought you, for all the liberties he granted you.

Looking up into his doting eyes, you found him waiting for your response, if you would let him buy his girlfriend a birthday present. To grant him permission to adorn you. You nodded hesitantly.

He was excited to open the box and take out the tennis bracelet, a delicately bejewelled thing. He was eager to clasp it around your wrist before watching you admire it.

“Do you—“

“I love you.”

[sometimesanalice]

Currently on Day 3 of listening to ‘Rivers and Roads’ on repeat... And literally nothing else. 

Someone check on me in 5-7 business days to make sure theyearning!thepining!thelonging! hasn’t gotten the best of me and that i’m still functioning and not a precious puddle on the ground, please and thank you. lol.

[weeklyrapgods-blog]

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[inanotheruniversemusings]

Been missing email notifs of u posting an update or anything rlly - esp actress!lena & vocalist!kara !! Hope you're doing fine mam and staying safe and warm 😊 #GetThatBeefcake #TheYearning??? #THEYEARNING?!??!! #TimeForAReread

the yEARNING 🤌🏼 unfortunately, my laptop has decided to ~decommission itself so i'm unable to write anything lately jfjdjkd but will jump back to it once i get a new one

[allthinxxfiles]

When 2 souls fall in love,there is nothing else than theYearning 2 B close 2 oneAnother.The presence is felt through a held hand,a voice heard & the sight of a smile.EvenThrough a simpleTouch-LangLeav

[tanyamix72]

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#TheYearning ジャケとチケにしっかりサインをいただきました◎ 図々しくレコード全部持って行ったけど結局自重してこの2点に。