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verminedev · 6 months

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Just a steel town girl

#on a saturday night

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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ok but-

lowkey foodplay with bucky HCs ✨

imagine cooking one of his favourite comfort meals, straddling his lap and feeding him; subtly grinding and moaning extra hard when u use ur fingers to lick up any extra mess

+ if it's a sweet strawb dessert maybe some makeouts? but like idk maybe i'm gross lmao

Whyyyyy do I love this so much? I've always seen cooking for someone as really intimate and affectionate. Idk, I just think it's lovely.

I feel like he'd really find a lot of comfort in food too and the kind of freedom that comes with having that control back but I won't get into that.

There's something so soft in the thought of sitting on his lap and feeding him a dish you made for him. It'd be such a vulnerable kind of love and care, with him holding your hips or your waist, letting you bring the fork to his lips.

He'd moan when the first bite hits his tongue, that's for sure. His eyes flutter shut, his head rolling back just a little and it's mesmerising to watch him get lost in this.

"Is it okay?" You ask softly, preparing a second forkful and a content smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

"It's perfect and you know it." You've never made a dish he didn't like and he makes that so clear.

When he's finished that bite, he notices a little sauce on the tip of your finger that clearly you haven't seen yet. Despite your confusion, he takes the fork from you, bringing your fingertip to his mouth instead, sucking ever so gently. His tongue flicks over the tip of your finger and you don't miss how he moans softly.

He spends much longer than necessary making sure he's got it all before his grip on your hand releases, letting your hand fall and your fingers slip from his mouth. God, you're wet and he fucking knows it.

The rest of the meal passes in quite a similar fashion. You grind against him a little as he eats, letting him try to stifle his moans, kissing his broad shoulders so gently that all the care and attention makes his head spin.

He's rock hard and he won't deny it. Why would he? It feels so good, being allowed to give in.

"Fuck, sweetheart. I hope you didn't make dessert." He huffs out a little laugh, watching as you set the empty plate on the table. You give his lips a tiny, tender kiss but he's clearly still too hungry to keep this gentle.

His lips get more and more insistent, his hands wandering and if this isn't his own personal Heaven, he doesn't know what is.

"Get on the table. Skirt up, panties off. Spread your legs. Good girl." You've never moved so fast, getting far too excited when lifts you and sets you exactly where he wants you. Your panties fall to the floor in a little sodden heap, your legs spread how he asked and if the look in his eyes is anything to go by, he's going to enjoy his dessert.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #this one is a little tamer I'm experimenting #my brother is at a festival tonight #and he's just sent me snapchats of MEGAN THEE STALLION #AND I'M IN MY BED #ON A SATURDAY NIGHT #AT 22 YEARS OLD #the highlight of my weekend will be a trip to tesco #and HE'S OUT HERE SEEING MEGAN #tw: food mention

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wretchedlittlething · 4 months

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Something odd happened to me last night.

I'm staying in a hotel, and I was at the bar chatting with a couple of ladies and talking about life. I told them a rough outline of what happened with my last relationship and how I didn't see myself getting into another serious relationship and having kids. The kids thing has been a no for me for a long time, there was only one person I considered having kids with, and that was just one. As the ladies were leaving, the one I was conversing with more told me to just worry about living my own life, and live a life so full and bright someone would have to be an idiot to walk away from me.

After they left, I moved down the bar to better chat with a couple, who were apparently friends with the ladies, and we talked for a while about a lot of things. Some politics, some time, their story of how they met, the things they'd been through. As they were leaving I was as well. The man bought my last couple rounds of drinks and they told me to keep my head up and keep moving, that I was a catch and someone who didn't realize it was an idiot. He called me a stud a couple of times lol.

It was just odd, how three people said basically the same thing to me within the matter of a couple of hours.

#the things you learn in a hotel bar #on a Saturday night #live your life

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rotyourbody · 8 months

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God I have ~got~ to get werider

#i'm just sitting in my house #on a saturday night #like yeah i met people tonight but that's too normal #this isn't a mentally ill/bipolar manic thought i swear it's not really

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astoldbychae · 8 months

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#song been stuck in my head for the past 2 days #in CAS vibin #on a saturday night #Spotify

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witchqueenvisenya · 9 months

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the book fair post actually made me tear up.....when i was abt 8 or 9 my parents used to come with me to the fair after the parent teacher meetings and get me whatever I wanted.....then a few years later my mom was the one who attended them and.....I could only buy abt 1 or 2 (if I was lucky enough to find 2 that fit our budget)....one year i convinced my friends to pool our money and get 1 book that we ended up sharing bw us. I don't know how it happened but I was the last person to get them and I ended up keeping them bc no one else asked afterward....then the fairs were there and so were the parent teacher meetings but somehow I just ended up not going bc I didn't want to look at the books and have to ask my mom bc we needed money elsewhere. all this happened while my dad was somehow there yet uninvolved in our lives to the point that asking him for money was actually physically painful....later i just learned to download ebooks and those are the ones I have now. for my first year of med school my mom helped me to save up the money to buy the books but for my second year after abt 5 times of asking my dad to help me out with them i just asked some seniors and ended up getting pdfs of those too....I never realised how miserable abt all this I was bc the prev few years I haven't really had room for any kind of emotion....just stuck giving tougher and tougher exams and studying from the most random resources

#lav rambles #excuse me i need to go cry #on a SATURDAY NIGHT

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ill-knowbetter · 1 year

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Dearly departed

One hundred times or more

Remember it steady

Rehearse it chronically:

For the progress forward

There is a dimming

Blue-grey tint,

There is a leaving.

#mine #poetry #on a Saturday night

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gilligays · 1 year

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i wanna make gifs soooooooooo bad, 🥺 but alas, i have HOMEWORK.

#on a SATURDAY NIGHT #k.txt

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long-cold-winterr · 2 years

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You’ll never find me in a club... you’ll find me at home reading Sylvia Plath

#on a saturday night #yep

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gingerswagfreckles · 1 year

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Hey y'all. With the Writer's Guild of America on strike, you might be hearing a lot more about something called "residuals," which are payments that the writers get for the studios continuing to air their work on reruns and such. Already I'm seeing people trying to frame the union trying to bargain for better residuals as greedy and unreasonable, so I just wanted to give you guys a peek into my dad's full, 100% real residual payments for writing some of the most watched episodes of American late night television.

Yeah lol. If u hear anyone trying to frame the conversation around residuals as writers being greedy, please do me a favor and punch them straight in the face ❤️🙃🙃

#wga strike #gingerswagfreckles #writer's strike #wga #writer's guild of america #saturday night live #snl

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ayo-edebiri · 4 months

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