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#I clean my room and put clothes away
becca-e-barnes · 1 year
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I can't bring myself to think of anything except a submissive dbf Bucky on his knees, shirtless and just short of begging to be allowed to touch you. (Probably inspired by this tiktok that I've watched SO many times)
Even his very first kiss is frantic. He usually starts off gentle; almost tentative but within minutes he's holding the back of your head, keeping you close and it's such an indulgent kiss, it makes your head swim.
"Fuck." His mouth latches onto your neck, groaning quietly when he realises you already have the first couple of buttons of his shirt undone. He's already lost any desire he might have had to take this slowly.
You pull him back up to kiss your lips with a hand gently cradling the back of his neck. He doesn't voice any objections, following your lead and letting his warm lips slide over yours until your tongue teases his.
He's practically melting already and it's so rewarding to watch how easily he crumbles. Your lips don't part from his while he shrugs his shirt off and as soon as his neck is free of the collar, your hand replaces it.
His eyes open when you start to apply pressure to the outside of his throat, careful to avoid pressing on any of the more delicate structures. "Harder." He needs this. You have no problem indulging him.
"You're so good for me." He's flushed already but you swear the praise makes his cheeks blaze even hotter. His lips are pink and slick and he's long since forgotten his need to kiss you. Up until you use your grip on his neck to direct him to kneel on the carpet.
You let go of his throat, the release of pressure gives him a head rush and it's written all over his face. He's looking up at you expectantly, desperate to know what's coming next. Are you going to tease him about being so submissive? Slap his face a little? Spit in his mouth maybe? A little part of him isn't sure what he'd prefer more.
You do none of the above though. Instead, you perch on the edge of the bed while you play with his hair, letting the seconds tick past, not saying a word.
He almost feels deprived of touch, going from so much to so little in a short space of time. Your knees are pressed tightly together but he kisses up one of your bare legs regardless, worshipping every inch of skin he can press his mouth to.
"Spread your legs." It's only a quiet murmur but his tone is off. He's not in a position to be making any demands.
"Who do you think you're talking to?" It's almost funny that he thinks he'll get what he wants by addressing you like that.
"Spread your legs please." The emphasis seems genuine. He engaged his mouth before he engaged his brain. It happens and you forgive him, parting your thighs and letting him shift the skirt of your dress out of the way.
You hadn't bothered to wear underwear. It only gets in the way and Bucky seemed appreciative that he didn't have to waste any time taking it off you.
"You're so wet already." This wasn't news to you. Even just the thought of him on his knees for you is enough to get you worked up, never mind the reality.
One of your hands instinctively settles on the back of his head and you feel him start to glide his tongue over your slick sex. He kisses your body like he did your lips earlier. The pressure and intensity feels indulgent, long strokes of his tongue that allow him to taste you the way he's been dreaming of.
The slick sounds are obscene. His quiet moans are filthy. He sinks two thick fingers into your body, curling them while his tongue laps at your clit and you can't help the way your legs shake.
The pointed tip of your shoe presses gently to the front of his trousers and he gratefully grinds against the sole. His pleasure can't and won't be forgotten, although it seems like that wasn't a concern of his anyway.
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tomhoppusdelonge · 7 months
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binch-i-might-be · 7 months
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I need y'all to know that I'm like really aggressively cleaning/tidying/taking out trash/(shoving my brother's trash he left in the hallway into his room) rn. I am fixing my entire life. no more amazon boxes in the living room no more full trash bags in random places no more dishes and balls of yarn and random shit I have to step over eighteen times a day. I am CLEANSING THIS SPACE
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foxgirlmoth · 6 months
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You ever just get hit hard as hell that you've felt trapped in your place of residence for years and years and you're just so tired from working the most shit jobs for a decade you just wanna scream.
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lunar-wandering · 3 months
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i seriously need to move out cause my room isn't big enough to hold all of my stuff anymore and it's genuinely causing problems
#like... ive got a lot of merch and books#and lil dolls and notebooks and pencils#and clothes. so many clothes#and i have things crammed into every single shelf in every place that will fit#to the point there is NO more space#so i've had to resort to putting things on the floor#i haven't seen my desk clean in years cause i had to start putting books and drawing materials and cards on top of it#for context: i have the smallest bedroom in the house#my parents kicked me out of my much larger bedroom when my brother was born#and shoved me into what WAS basically an office#im one of those ''there is one clear path in and out of the room'' people#it'd be fine if i was allowed to have my stuff be in other places in the house i think#but if my parents catch even a Single Thing that is not a Family Item or Theirs in the living room#its immediately being yelled at to ''take your shit to your room'' hours#i'd give stuff away but like ive ALREADY given away the stuff im willing to part with#like the stuff i don't get joy from anymore/don't use anymore#i just... need more space#cause literally EVERY part of my room is being used to hold something#if i like... lived in a space where my stuff could be in more than one room#like where i could have MORE SHELVES to spread things out on#this would not be a problem#also the school giving me like a thousand things and no place to put them (i didn't get a locker like everyone else)#DEFINITELY made things worse. 90% of the stuff on my floor rn is school stuff and papers
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oflgtfol · 3 months
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in my monthly “mourning the part of me that died last year” era
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theohnocorral · 1 year
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Corrals at it again party people, what horrors will I unleash?
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theamazingannie · 4 months
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Fun thing about cleaning my room is I’ll find something I was using like a week ago buried deep under my bed in a pile of old receipts and candy wrappers and then also find something I haven’t seen in MONTHS like right there sitting exposed on the floor
#don’t understand this#Im so close to getting this room the most organized that it’s been since I moved in a year ago#but i gotta clean the junk out from underneath my bed and somehow that’s worse than everything else I’ve done#all motivation i had last week as disappeared this week#but i got a new shelf set up to put stuff that was laying around the floor on#i got my books all neatly lined up on the bookshelf I’ve had for months but had only put random junk on instead#got my earrings all sorted and put away except the ones missing their twin#which are set aside until they are matched#finally hung up my whiteboard calendar and got the dates down#not that I have anything going on I really need a calendar for lmao#but It’s magnetic so i departed it with some magnets and now I actually have some decoration in here aside from my eras poster#all my clothes are organized and anything I don’t wear is put in bins for me to shove against the wall#until they can hopefully one day be put in storage#for me to have when I hopefully one day move out and actually have use for party clothes#after a whole year of being in this room it actually feels lived in rather than just a storage room with a futon#It’s still half a storage room but it’s also now half me#unfortunately my shelf is cheap and the hooks can’t bare the weight of my jackets even with gorilla tape#so this weekend I gotta try to figure out what to do about that#need something stronger to support the weight#or maybe just more gorilla tape lol#anyways not that anyone is reading this but it is 3am and I can’t sleep so I decided to clean#but i think I’m just gonna read#or maybe play the sims#or maybe continúe to sit ln the floor mindlessly scrolling through tumblr
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enderspawn · 1 year
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no lexapro (vine boom sfx) no wellbutrin (vine boom sfx) and no vyvanse (vine boom sfx) BUT i do have a half pound bag of beef jerky so it basically balances out
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willandmichael · 2 years
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well good morning byler truthers i literally fell on the bus on my way out i'm so EMBARRASSED i think i deserve the van scene script today as a treat
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guccixcucci · 1 year
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Did my end of year deep clean in one day when I thought it would take me three
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roses-and-tears · 6 months
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I get to spend all afternoon trying to figure out where my mom hid my beloved airplane sweater
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natjennie · 2 years
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exhausted for the rest of the day <- someone who did one (1) task
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tboyblogger · 1 year
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sorry for this bedriddencore loser rotboy post but 😔😔😔
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mysticalmothwings · 11 months
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Man, i sure do love getting a blast of ADHD fulled anxiety energy at 3am! :)
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mammoneythegreat · 1 year
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I wont be online for a while! But before that, who tf made needle eyes so small?? Im trying to fix my clothes and my bigass fingers cant get the rope through it :/
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