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#...but the spice 👀
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Really feel like doing some ✨spicy✨ mtl's so please do send some in 👀
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svtskneecaps · 23 days
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i feel like lullah and richas's admins probably chat behind the scenes bc this is the second time they've been in active rp conflict with each other and i'm imagining them giggling and kicking their feet dm'ing each other plans. like "ok so i'm gonna be like 'tio bad likes richas more than me :(' " "ok and then i'm gonna go 'KKKK NAH' and put up a meme" "ok and i'm gonna crouch really sadly so he feels guilty" "and i'm gonna lay down and act all tough and unbothered" "ooh you should play the crying baby sound too" "YOU'RE SO RIGHT"
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autumnblooms · 9 months
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All I can say is I have a weakness for neck kisses, and then @forlorn-crows gracious fic request spurred me on more, and here we are
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melancholycotton · 10 months
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His OnlySims is 50% off btw
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simstuition · 6 months
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becca-e-barnes · 1 year
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Beccaaa, I'm missing darkbestfriend!bucky so much, could you spoil me, please?
Okay, hear me out. I've had SUCH a fantasy recently about those aphrodisiac supplements and how much fun they could be. I've never tried them but I've been looking into them this week and it's on my list of things to do this year 👀
I'm soooo convinced these would be right up darkbestfriend!bucky's street and he'd turn it into a bit of a game.
"Are you sure you want to try these? I don't know if you can handle them. They're pretty intense." He's watching you with a hint of a smirk on his lips, pretty confident he knows your answer before you even say it. "You know what the rules are. We take one each and you have to sit there like a good girl. You can't touch me and I can't touch you. Whoever gives in first loses."
This isn't a game you think you'll be awfully good at but you're happy to lose this one.
"Got it. Give me one." You haven't always been known for your patience but being direct pays off this time. You take a capsule each, chasing it with some water.
The first little while is easy enough. You go back to reading your book and Bucky refocuses his attention on the show he was watching.
It builds slowly. You notice the heat first, originating at the base of your spine, fizzling outwards. Within a few minutes you feel it right to your fingertips but it's still bearable.
Bearable until the dull throb settles deep inside you. You feel your sex tightening and releasing and you've got no control over the flutters of arousal that have taken over your body. Fuck, you're wet. You have no idea how but you can feel it already when you press your thighs together beneath the skirt of your dress.
The heat building in your body creeps higher. You find yourself rereading the same sentence of your book over and over and you still have no idea what the hell it said. You need to cool down. Or touch yourself. Since the latter is banned, you settle for taking your jacket off, laying it neatly on the bed.
"Holy fuck, that's cheating." Bucky sounds more than a little strained, his eyes trained on the exposed neckline of your dress and your bare shoulders. "Fuck it, you win."
Within a second you feel his lips are on yours, his body slotting on top of you and this is exactly what you need. His hand trails up the inside of your thighs, groaning against your lips when he finds what he's looking for.
"Jesus, you soaked through your panties." He can't slow down. Not that you want him to. There's a desperation in you both that you'd quite happily drown in, given the chance.
Your clothes fall into a heap on the floor, along with his and although you've hardly even touched him he's rock hard and throbbing; his tip leaking precum that he smears over the slick folds of your cunt.
It's never felt like this before. You're so sensitive, you can do nothing but whimper. You don't know what you need him to do but you know you need more.
"Bucky please. Oh God, please fuck me. I-I can't..." You press your hips up off the bed, hoping to achieve whatever it is that you need but you have no such luck.
"Is this what you want?" He's overconfident, slapping his length against the softest part of your body, enjoying the obscene sounds.
As soon as you nod, he slides himself into your body, almost sobbing at the feeling of you around him. Despite all his teasing, he's convinced he needed this even more than you did.
The first few thrusts feel insane in the very best way. You can't stop yourself from moaning and you certainly can't help the way you try to meet his hips with your own, ensuring he's as deep inside you as possible.
"You've gotta be quiet, honey. Whole damn street can hear you getting fucked like a desperate slut." He's right but you're surprised he cares. "Open that pretty mouth."
You do as you're told, waiting for him to fill your mouth with his fingers or maybe spit in it but you weren't expecting him to set your own heavy, wet panties on your waiting tongue. "Gonna get you addicted to the way you taste. Just like I am." He keeps his hand clamped over your lips, his hips stuttering while he pumps you full of his cum but that doesn't mean he's finished. Not even close.
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nucrests · 1 year
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duusheen · 1 month
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"Oh, I didn't know you were coming" said Danny. He had a long day at uni and needed to pack for the trip to Chestnut Ridge with Hope that weekend. The last thing he wanted was to argue with Hayden, and she seemed ready to pounce on him. "Hope Pollock. Are you lying to me about her?"
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astraystayyh · 6 months
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Echoes of love
chapter ii. to remember— teaser
With a gentle, absentminded sweep, your fingers trace the delicate contours of your wrist, a faint dance with the pulse beneath your skin— cocooning the soul you’re gradually growing accustomed to. It is a trying task, you've found out, to no longer yearn to flee from your body, to leave the weight of your worries for your bones and flesh alone to bear.
A subtle fragrance floats in the air surrounding you— the familiar gardenia and honey tones of your sweet perfume. It is a scent you reserve for special occasions, such as this one— your first date, in three months according to the world, in more than a year for your memory.
You swiftly retrieve a mirror from your pouch, checking your appearance for the tenth time in mere minutes. Your nude lipstick is still, unsurprisingly, in place, and you smile reassuringly at your reflection. She smiles back, though sometimes you half-expect her not to. In defiance, perhaps, maybe even repulse.
The melodious chime of the café's bell captures your attention, and the man you've been awaiting finally enters. He confidently strides in, clad in a blue polo and black slacks, an evident effort poured into his appearance.
Standing before you, his warm, gleaming eyes meet yours, effortlessly melting your lingering worries. You smile at him, he beams at you.
“Did I keep you waiting?” Changbin, your date, asks as he pulls the chair adjacent to you.
“No, just in time.”
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haechurch · 2 years
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something about your neck arching as tears roll down your temples while jeno taking his time to pound into you is driving him fucking insane. he thinks that the picture of you crying on how good he fucks you until your neck arch beautifully as it showed him your most vulnerable part is fucking pretty. he thinks the cute mouth of yours that releasing a loud, sweet, and needy moan is fucking hot. to see how you fell apart under him, hanging on him dear life as he goes harder and deeper, both of your hands clawing at his forearms as if your life depended on it, is fucking blissful.
jeno leaned down to caught your face and lick clean your drying tears. his right hand cupping your jaw, thumb caressing your rosy cheek. you lower your gaze, only to meet his darkened ones and wasting no time smashing your lips against his for a steamy kiss until both of you panting for air, lips all red and swollen.
"my perfect, perfect little doll. pretty, so pretty." he praises in low voice, almost growling.
you know that you've got him in the palm of your hand. it's no secret that lee jeno is head over heels for you.
after marking you everywhere, your clavicle, your throat, your shoulder, your breast; literally every bare skin he saw, he then muttered under his breath,
"i fucking love you."
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westonsims00 · 15 days
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𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶
Previously | Next
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astoldbychae · 4 months
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I need you to beg a little bit louder first 🥵 (NSFW)
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gothoffspring · 1 year
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🖤XXX🖤
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Sometimes all it takes is a good pose pack to make you revive your favs for a totally not spicy at all photoshoot.
So please have your Saturday boost of serotonin courtesy of Rosella and George, circa 1911 🌹
Bonus spicy content before the screen ~fades to black~ below the cut...
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becca-e-barnes · 1 year
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I got a massage bar at the start of the week and honestly, I didn't expect it to fill my head with thoughts of using it on a really submissive dad's best friend Bucky 🙈
Because I imagine he doesn't really relax very often. His life gets busy, things are overwhelming sometimes and he rarely takes the chance to let himself decompress. There would be some small self-care wins though and the day he does his first face mask with you probably stands out in his head as one of his favourite days ever.
But I love to imagine him fresh out of the shower with his hair still slightly damp while his body is dry. He's laid on his front on the bed, wearing just his underwear, scrolling on his phone and you know it's been a long week for him.
He seems content now though, not that you can really see his face. The gentle arch of his back is so inviting, your brain reminding you of how it feels to trail kisses down his spine while he lies like this.
He's been so tense all week, you hardly know where to start. Breaking off a little piece of the massage bar and letting the fragment soften in your hands gives you some time to decide a course of action. Do you begin with those broad, tense shoulders and work from there down or do you want to start on the small of his back and work your way towards his neck?
As the solid butters melt with your body heat, filling the room with the scent of patchouli and vanilla, you decide to work from his shoulders down. You know you've made the right decision when you hear his content sigh at the gentle kisses you litter across the bare skin of the back of his neck.
"What are you doing?" The hint of a smile on his face carries in his voice while you settle on top of him.
"Nothing. Relax." The shea and cocoa butters in the bar have melted into a much slicker consistency, allowing your hands to glide over the broad expanse of his strong shoulders with very little resistance. You touch him gently to begin with, spreading the oils over the top half of his back before pressing heavier to work them into his skin.
His shoulders are as tense as you expected them to be but it doesn't take much to relax them. Your fingertips sink in to the soft flesh where his neck curves into his shoulders, rubbing in small, concentrated circles.
"That's nice." He hums, sounding truly relaxed. There's no rush with this. It can take as long as he likes. You've got all night to appreciate the man in front of you and you could happily spend every second just touching him.
It's fun to play around with the pressure of your touch. With one palm planted on each side of his spine, your firm, languid strokes up the length of his back drag soft gasps from his parted lips. Your fingertips moving in gentle circles however, draw a contented hum from his throat. The kind of hum that makes you want to cradle his head to your chest. He thrives off affection like no one else and it only makes you want to give him every ounce you can muster.
The most delightful sounds he makes come when your fingernails dig in while you trail the length of his back. He's always enjoyed the soothing feeling of a gentle back scratch but with each scratch, you notice how he subtly grinds against the mattress with a quiet moan.
He's forgotten all about his bad week at work, that much is clear.
"Baby, please." It's barely more than a whisper but you couldn't have missed it. He's done with the back rub and that's more than fine. You take take the spot on the bed beside him while he turns to lie on his back, noticeably hard beneath the underwear that you quickly discard.
Precum leaks from his tip and he appreciates that your hands are still slick more than you could ever know. One firm pump of your hand, rolling your palm over the tip is enough to make him gasp. He's neglected his own need for far too long.
"F-fuck." He groans, beginning to thrust in time with your hand movements, fucking himself into your fist. It's erratic and needy and the light blush to his cheeks gives away that he's embarrassed about his lack of self-restraint. Not embarrassed enough to stop though.
"God, you're pathetic." You tease, lost in the way the degradation makes him tense up. He gets off on this and so do you. "I bet you couldn't last if you were inside me right now."
His breath catches in his throat because he knows you're right. Hell, he's struggling to last right now. There's no expectation for him to last forever this time around though. You know he'll be able to offer you a whole lot more once he gets this out of his system.
"N-no. I couldn't. I couldn't last." He's so beautiful and he doesn't even know it. You notice that he's even more beautiful with streams of his cum rolling down over your fingers, desperate sobs tumbling from his lips and his over pleasured groans hanging in the humid bedroom air.
Afterwards, the man seems boneless. He's content, melting into the bed and once you've had a chance to clean up, he pulls you in for the softest kisses.
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nucrests · 1 year
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Something seems to have Dominique distracted 👀 (🔞⤵)
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Snapchat caption from Michael: "Don't work too hard... save that for me 😘😘😘"
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