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every time i see someone with a hockey muse i get a little closer to making one too

#my little rat brain is like just use a hockey as a fc too #mat …. or Brady tbh …. options #i do have drafts if that’s what ur asking and instead i am here #still thinkin abt that plot post i saw a while ago like sports guy x girl in bar w rival jersey

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bella couldn’t care less about the label’s plan for her life, she just wanted to have fun. as she saw it currently, she was too big to fail. all publicity is good publicity, right? fucking with franco hadn’t been, at least on her part, a way to protect herself, but more of something to entertain herself. sure, she’s certain her manager also probably made it so he couldn’t get the details he needed for his expose of her, but bella had enjoyed dropping hints at what she thought he already knew: america’s sweetheart was anything but. if he thought this attempt would make her flinch, he was sorely mistaken.

“frankie, we’re just kissing. if that’s a scandal to you, i worry about whoever you’re dating. they might not be … satisfied.” she’s definitely taunting him now, a self assured smile on her features. “but you’re right, that’s not andrew. i guess if that’s what you’re looking for.” shoulders rise and fall. “m’not worried cause the whole …” she gestures vaguely to indicate the image of her self, all white sundresses and blown kisses. “the label is worried about this, i couldn’t give a shit.” she pats his hand, a condescending comfort. “well, damn, i thought maybe you could use your imagination. i mean, there’s other people besides my boyfriend i’m kissing… there’s other people besides my boyfriend…” she meets his gaze with a raised brow, curious to see how he would complete the sentence.

“you still got whatever snappy camera took that?” probably wasn’t actually him, some source he had, but she’s leading him to the point. there were plenty of more compromising positions she could be photographed in with people that weren’t her boyfriend.

franco sat behind his desk, photo propped between his fingers as he held up the photo of the pop star kissing someone that he wasn't informed she'd been with. the pop star had caused him so much grief so far when it came to doing articles on her that he was just itching at any chance to get her. to finally call her out on the shit that he knew went on behind closed doors. let the world see bella for what she truly was. franco had always been suspicious of the goody act she put on and he was looking for any chance to prove she was anything but.

however, his eyebrow rose when bella's lips fell into a pout. one that did not seem at all valid or true. like she was toying with him the whole time. why the hell was she starting to laugh in his face when he had something that could tarnish the reputation she tried to uphold? "this is tame to you? last time i checked, this isn't the prince like boyfriend you were being seen with everywhere. this is the complete opposite of what you usually date." his eyes flicker down to where bella's hand drapes over his and he is more than unamused. "do better . . . how exactly? are you not worried about what i hold in my hands right now?"

#carp3diems #carp3diems 003 #bella #ty!! she’s a menace apologies fjfjf

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jenna bites her lip and nods, even as the way he’s whispering to her makes her want to moan again. instead she just nods quickly, wanting to be the good girl he was asking for. however, when he snaps his hips back she can’t help the small squeak that comes from her, even if she bites back the larger whine. “… you’re so big, doctor,” she whispers, letting him readjust her and keeping her legs tightly around him. “could the… test be faster?” she murmurs hesitantly. his slow thrusts felt good, but she was curious what it would be like to feel him truly fuck her.

dante's head fell forwards to rest on her shoulder once he was fully inside of jenna. groaning, he turned his face to nuzzle in to her hear, deeply inhaling. "you have to be quiet, sweetheart." his lips brushed against the shell of her ear. "the other patient's might hear..." if they were found out then his entire career would be ruined. all his hard work would be destroyed, yet he didn't pull out. jenna's tight cunt was worth it. "be a good girl and stay quiet." slowly, he pulled out before snapping his hips back. his thrusts were methodical, slow and impossibly deep. the soft squeak of the examination table was the only thing filling the room. "you're so tight, so healthy..." dante reached for her legs to pull them out of the stirrups and around his waist.

#longiings #jenna #longiings 006

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Even him rolling her onto him has her whimpering. It’s like every single nerve ending in her body is overstimulated, making her muscles nearly pleasantly ache at him just treating her like a rag doll he can use to get off. His hands on her hips feel almost soothing, even finding reassurance in him telling her they’d do what she wants even though it’s all about his pleasure. Zoe takes a deep breath, lets her body rest back against Carter’s chest, and cries out as soon as he starts moving her up and down his cock. To think he can just lift her and bring her back down like this, like an object meant to get him off and nothing else, has her clenching rhythmically around his cock. Her tits bounce in tandem with his thrusts, hearing the sound of his skin slapping against her’s as he drives his cock into her messy cunt, slippery wet from all the times he’d made her cum already. She fights against the urge to close her legs, thighs trembling as she moans like a bitch in heat at the way he’s treating her body. Zoe nods again, rolling her head and panting for his cock. “Want your cum.” She repeats. “Want it deep. So fucking deep.”

with the decision that this was it, or at least that carter wouldn’t hold himself back any longer, he lets himself get lost in the feeling. his gazes lingers, somewhat hazy, on her chest as he repeatedly drives himself into her. he curses again as she clenches around his cock, knowing he was getting closer and closer to spilling into her. “yeah? yeah.. gonna fuck it deep into your messy pussy. fucking breed you like a good slut. just like you want. … shit, that’s it. you take me so well, zoe.” carter was not a small man either, so the feat was impressive. “play with yourself. you milk my cock better when you’re squirming.” it was nearly a cruel request at this point in the evening, but he was so close and curious if she would listen or not.

#illicitlcve 001 #illicitlcve #carter

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owen had tried to keep an eye on anna since her last confession. he had seen cases like hers before and sometimes prayer without guidance was not enough. had he been younger, more naive to the ways of the world, he might have believed that faith alone could save her, but even he had temptations and he had devoted his life to this. if that was true, what chance did a younger, more inexperienced soul have? he sighs and settles beside her, shaking his head. “this is god’s house, lamb, and it is always open to you. you need not seek forgiveness for that.” other things, however, might be more apt. “how are you faring? i know you’ve been troubled lately.” if he was honest with himself, he has been troubled by her confession as well, the lewd picture she had painted coming to mind whenever he thought of her.

& @chrrythrill from this starter call!

based on this

The service had come to an end a few minutes ago, yet Anna remained sitting in her favorite spot, looking down at the book held tightly in her pale, slender hands. Her green eyes reading through the lines she knew so well, and yet skimming through the stories all over again just to make sure she understood them well, just to make sure that she was doing everything that she was meant to - and maybe, just maybe, trying to make up for the sins of her thoughts whenever she sat within the rows of pews and listened to the deep voice of the priest. Anna could tell her thoughts were wandering away once more, groaning softly as she closed the book with a harsh thud and looked up in annoyance at her own failure of keeping her mind pure even so soon after her last confession. "Oh." The brunette blushed, gaze meeting that of the father that had lead the last service and looking at her with an arched brow "I-" Anna tried to come up with an excuse better than 'I am trying to chase away the thoughts of getting fucked for the very first time in the front row', trying hard to contain her blush "Forgive me, father, I just needed a moment longer to think."

#bitemescftly #bitemescftly 002 #owen

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there were a lot of people liam shouldn’t be fucking, but the daughter of his father’s rival had to be high on that list, especially considering liam would be taking over one day. the problem was it wasn’t a problem right now and the dark haired man was always someone who was focused on the present. if anything, it could be an opportunity. he slides her off his lap with a chuckle, “do you really think i’m done with you?” he retrieves the toy he had been thinking of playing with them with and returns, showing it off. it was massive, almost comically so, but he was turned on at the idea of watching her take it. “what do you think, sav… you’ve got a pretty greedy pussy, but maybe this will be enough.”

savannah hums as liam pulls back from her, practically chasing his lips with her own the further he got from her. her hips were rolling against his fingers, pants and moans escaping as he stretched her the way he always did. the way he slowly worked her open expertly, making her want more with every second that passed on by. her life was so controlled as it was by her father, that having someone else do it just feel so much different. so much hotter. "mmm, that feels amazing," the blonde moaned for him, arms gripping to his arms to keep herself steady. the room around her spinning and fuzzing out around her to leave behind just them two. like nothing and no one else existed. even if just for a little bit. "but if that's really all you got then we might need to talk, li. give me more if you got it."

#love the angst yes!! ty for replying!! #carp3diems #carp3diems 002 #liam

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she was a beautiful little mess. ian let’s his hand slide from her hair to her cheek, brushing away the spotting tears with his thumb. he watches her with intent as she chokes herself on his cock, smirking at the sight and the one that followed. usually, he was a bit crueler in the bedroom, but usually he was sleeping with woman who were a bit more experienced and knew what they liked. he was unsure with aurora and tries, at the very least, to tone himself down slightly. “well, you tried,” he says, observation more than praise. he wouldn’t be mean, but if she wanted more she would need to earn it. his hand pumps his cock a few times, looking over her. “show me where you need me, okay?”

gagging around his thick length, aurora stared up at her big brother's best friend while taking his cock further down her throat. whatever her mouth couldn't reach yet was being bumped by her petite hand. tears spring to big brown eyes and she blinks away the tears so they drop down her rosy cheeks. "mhm." her words are muffled by his cock. she would gag and spit all over ian if it meant she got what she wanted in the end. nodding, she slobbers all over his cock when it hits the back of her throat. she stayed put like a good girl. her tongue lapped around his length and bobbed her head for him. she got him ready just like she was asked before she had to pull away. a thick string of saliva dripped from the head of his cock to her chin. "i'm sorry," she gasped for air. "i-i couldn't breathe."

#longiings #ian #longiings 005

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she should hear a threat, but ysra hears a promise, and the satisfied look on her features remains as she pushes his cloak off his shoulders to help him remove it. the laces on the neck of his tunic were next, undone with deft fingers that might allow him to easily slip it over his head. “mm, i was about to say the opposite of you.” he was all hard edges and rough hands and she craved it. to make her point, she palms his cock through the fabric of his clothes, squeezing one part of him she particularly liked hard. “you don’t have to want, not when it’s here for the taking.”

"i'll do as i please no matter no matter what," he warned. ragnar shed his cloak so it pooled around his feet. war torn hands skate down her bare sides, circling around to draw her in close by her rear. "you're so soft," he begins. "i thought about your cunt while i was away. every night i wanted to come home and summon you so i could take you how i want." ragnar spread her cheeks a part. "i want you in every imaginable way, yrsa."

#longiings #ysra #longiings 008

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“i —,” it’s hard to get any words out that aren’t lost to sounds of pleasure, not with the way he never slows in his treatment of her, but diana wants so desperately to please him. somewhere along this journey, it’s gotten twisted, caring much more about what kit thought than her god. she inhales and tries again. “forgive me, father.” for she had sinned and likely would continue to do so. the final word squeaks out as he grips her throat tighter. she moans like a whore in the house of the lord, and then nods, confirming his query. “i can’t think of anything else anymore.” it’s almost pavlovian, thanks to their relationship, that as soon as she steps into the church her cunt starts to leak and her thoughts are on him and his cock. “i — i need you. please, need you to make it better.” either the feeling of need that was building between her thighs or the fact that she was turning into anything but a good church girl, she wasn’t sure. she would take whatever he gave her at this point.

The priest couldn't bring himself to stop moving. Shifting his body against her own, her scent filled his head. Never before had he met a woman who wore such an addicting perfume. He remembered the first time he had inhaled it. She had just brushed past him on her way to confession. Again and again he could pick up on it, and the few times they met, he tried to pray away the impure thoughts she had brought to him. It wasn't till it was his turn to listen to confessions that he heard them. Her thoughts, her own desires for him. She had been clueless he was on the other side, and that was the first time Christopher took her. Now, he was the one to always listen to her confessions.

Panting heavily, he watched as she struggled against the pleasure he was bringing over her. It was a glorious sight, something he was sure god created just for him to see. "Pious little one, taking the lords name in vain is a sin." He chided her gripping her throat a little tighter. Only letting go so he could admire the marks the rosary beads had left in their wake. Leaning down, the priest pressed his lips to the marks. Never once losing his pace, keeping her clothing out of the way. "Prayers soon might not be enough. Especially with how you continue to get the words right. Are you still having such impure thoughts in a place of God?"

#bcforedcwn #bcforedcwn 001 #diana

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She doesn’t know—she can’t really figure out if she wants him to fuck her slowly or wants him to fondle her like he’s doing right now. He pulls a tired groan out of her, that single, quick, but tender moment somehow manages to pull her back into that space of completely submitting to him. Zoe doesn’t quite know how Carter manages to get her to this point, but he does, and all Zoe can do it seek the warmth of his body by dragging herself closer to his chest. “Wait...” She says, grabbing one of his wrists, but not to stop him, to pull his hand down to her overstimulated clit again. She doesn’t know if she can cum, it’ll probably be torturous for her, but what she wants is to cum for him and get Carter to cum, and that’s really all that matters to her. “Here...” She lets out a shaky breath. “I want you to use me to cum, Carter.” 

carter lets her move him, curious to see what she will ask for now, but the fact that she shifts her desire from being about what she wants to instead focusing on how she might get him off is enough to change something in him as well. two fingers graze over her clit and he hums, as if considering for a moment, but then nods. “okay, baby,” he murmurs, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him. he was going to fuck her hard and he wanted to watch her tits bounce while he did. “we can do that… if you just want to be a living fuck doll, that’s what we’ll do.” just something to fuck and fill. large hands find he hips and he begins to move her up and down his length, letting himself succumb to the feeling of her around him. “—shit, zoe. so fucking good for me. you want my cum, huh?”

#illicitlcve #illicitlcve 001 #carter

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owen was not some wide eyed, fresh from the seminary young man, but perhaps it was that distance from the teachings that had allowed his eyes to wander. his ideals had slipped from years of exposure to reality, and what had once only been a small crack of doubt that he could chalk up to the mysteries of faith, was now a larger hurdle. still, he was a good man, one who wanted to help, which was why he was willing to move to this new parish when father thomas had fallen ill. as he spoke, he tried to meet eyes with as much of the congregation as possible, and while most looked back solemnly or with intent, the brunette near the front had another expression altogether. owen found himself flushing, trying to avoid her gaze for the rest of the sermon. there was an unfortunate devil on his shoulder when it came to pretty things like her, and he knew it was best not to let himself wander too close to temptation.

AMERICA'S SWEETHEART was a role she played well. until middle school, she really has been as pure as she’d always been seen. but then she noticed the way boys looked at her and she liked it - she really liked it. but for the sake of her image and the way it seemed to get her the attention she craved, she liked to pretend she didn’t know exactly what she was doing. she loves the attention from anybody she could get it, but it was always more fun when it was somebody she shouldn’t be trying to wrap around her finger - like other competitors, parents, siblings of her boyfriend - and apparently this time…it was the new priest. the way she let the strap of her sundress slip down her shoulder was flawlessly played off as accidental as she gazed up at him, just waiting for them to look back at her the way she could see they were trying to avoid.

open to m/masc nbs !! ( 30+ they can be even older i do not f*cking care lmfao )

sadie fitzpatrick. she/her. 21-24. bisexual. 5'2. pageant queen. pinterest board.

based / based ( i put both depending on whether they’re awkward and sheepish or if they’re...........not ) anyways priest/pastor/reverend who hasn’t met her yet but they’ll meet after mass hehe :) ALSO they can be a s*rial k*ller like im weak for that

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#ive been wanting to use his priest gifs so ty for this #let me know if u want to switch anything up!! #glitterslvtz #glitterslvtz 001 #owen

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i've got two starters with no replies so i'm just going to bump them :)

liam finds out his hook up is his father’s rival/‘s wife, open to older f

bella turns a blackmail attempt around, open to any

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A break sounds like the only thing that might actually get her to keep going. When Carter slows down his heavy thrusts, Zoe finally catches her breath, breathing in and out with a steady rise and fall of her chest. All Zoe can do to confirm she does need a break is the pathetic whimper that falls from her lips, pussy still half clenching around his length. It feels mildly less overstimulating than the rough fucking she was getting, but Carter playing with her tits still sends a shock down her spine, a whine from her throat, rolling her head to look at him and grab his bicep as he plays with her breasts while still buried to the hilt in her cunt. Zoe nods, frantically and tiredly, knowing there's no possible way she would do anything else but stay still for him. She's still dripping down his cock and she can feel how stuffed she is, and the fact that he's not moving means he's putting off cumming just to overstimulate her all over again. She's in for an even longer night than she thought. All she can ask for, as her head tilts back and the movement of his hands becomes a bit too much, is a choked out little: "Slow..." Zoe whines. "Slowly, please." Not that she thinks he'll listen but that's half the fun of this after all

she can’t even speak at first, and carter gazes back at her with a pleased expression. every whine and whimper is music to him, and he feels like he’s playing her body like a perfectly tuned instrument. her ragged breathing and the way she holds onto his arm like it might act as an anchor only heighten that. he kisses her cheek, a rare soft moment, but it does not accompany any other act of kindness. carter has always had somewhat of a cruel streak in him, and her instinct that this break is simply to make it possible to continue this was exactly right. likewise, when she asks for slow, he cannot help but willfully misinterpret the request. “slow like this?” he says, slowing the pace at which he’s fondling her tits but making sure to squeeze, pull, pinch a little harder. “or slow like this?” his cock that he had promised to leave still begins to slide out of her soaking core at an agonizingly slow pace, pulling out to just the tip before sliding back inside at the same speed. “you have to be more specific, zoe.”

#illictlcve 001 #illictlcve #carter

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he hadn’t intended to startle her, shaking his head. “shoot, i’m sorry, andi.” nervous laughter comes and he shakes his head again. “not planning any of that, promise.. it’s just me.” just her little brother’s friend, which he’s sure that’s all she sees him as, even if he found her stunning. luke would give him hell if he knew jason thought so, so he kept it to himself. he gives her a sympathetic look as she complains though, making sure not to let his gaze linger too long on her exposed skin, and apologizes for that too. “that’s a shame.” jason didn’t have a good reason for why he was still up except that he was, so he shrugs his shoulders in response to her question. “he’s out cold upstairs, i just… wasn’t tired yet. might put on another movie.” he’s sure that sounds thrilling.

Andria was on the verge of having herself committed over thinking it was a good idea to go out with her friends from high school during her visit home. Her entire group had so much potential only to have piqued in their senior class and moved back home after earning a degree set to collect dust. It had her wanting to crawl out of her skin as she leaned onto the wall to push off her heels one after the other. Reaching behind her back for the zipper of her dress the further she made her way inside. The familiar voice startling her into stopping before she was able to grasp it. "Oh god, I forgot you were staying here tonight. Not that I'd against getting kidnapped or murdered after tonight." Andi brought hand over her chest, laughing to herself as she walked past him, expecting to see her younger brother raiding the fridge. Turning back on the balls of her feet as she looked over the boy who she used to babysit when her parents worked late. The one in front of her vastly more grown up than the gawky teen she knew him as. "Tonight I had the opposite of fun. Far too nostalgically centered when I'm much more interested in living in the present." Bare shoulders shrug off her feelings on the night she had, turning the focus back to him, "What's got you up so late? I've never known Luke to make it past 11."

#absolutely not i love it #jstfvck #jstfvck 006 #jason

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“no? tell me what you’d prefer then.” she practically purrs the words to him, happy to call him anything he liked if it got her what she wanted. she continues to fondle herself as he assesses the situation, but smiles when he finds his answer. good. “it’s already wet for you… i think you’ll find you can do whatever you wish.” as he pleased, indeed. she hums, pushing herself up and beginning to undo the fastens on his clothes, leaning forward to kiss along his jaw as she did so. ysra was determined to make it a night he would remember.

looking over his shoulder, he checked to see if the door was closed. they were completely alone. he was able to act as he pleased without the prying eyes of the rest of the clan watching. "i am no lord," he corrected. hungry eyes skate up and down her exposed form. it had been a long time since he felt the warm embrace of a woman— especially a woman as exceptional as ysra. "that so?" a strong, calloused hand travels from her ankle to her calf. "i could bury my seed in your cunt. take you as i please," he starts. a brow quirks up. "that would relieve my stress plenty. disrobe me."

#longiings #ysra #longiings 008

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it was pathetic and kind of adorable, the way aurora was still rutting away on her stuffed animal, but there was no denying ian found it hot. he watches her as she moves, still jumping even as he offers her a possible relief. “damn, you really can’t think of anything else, huh?” he asks, teasing her for the slutty behavior he was witnessing. he chuckles, but it becomes a groan as she wraps her lips around the head of his cock. he encourages her to take more with a hand he places on her head. “fuck, there you go… just like that. we’ll get you thoroughly dicked down in no time.” he pushes his cock in a little further. “that’s all you need, right? a nice thick cock in your cunt to help that ache go away..” he’ll act like it’s a favor, but ian will certainly take his own pleasure from fucking his friend’s sister.

rutting against the bear, she whimpered under his heavy gaze. tomorrow she would wake up and remember tonight and want to die of embarrassment. how she was going to be able to look at ian at the breakfast table knowing he saw her like this was beyond her, but that was tomorrow's problem. aurora stared at the head of his cock and her mouth watered. ian filling her might just make her little problem go away. "uh-huh." obediently, she moved so she was straddling the giant stuffies head, lowering her cunt on its face so she could still hump it while her pouty lips search out his cock. wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, she braced her other hand against his thigh while her lips wrap around his tip, licking and sucking there.

#longiings #ian #longiings 005

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the blonde’s head tips up, looking with wide eyes at her doctor’s erection. it was so much bigger than the few hookups she’d had in college. she’s uncertain, but he’s there to reassure her; he only wants the best. “yes, doctor,” she whispers, watching as his cock moves closer to her core. she feels his tip brush her clit and she moans at the contact, wanting more. he doesn’t make her wait long, and soon enough her warm center was squeezing around his length. she lets her head fall back on the examination table as another moan leaves her throat. “oh god…”

slowly, almost as if not to scare her, he pulled down the front of his scrubs and revealed his thick cock. a gloved hand strokes himself in front of jenna so she could mentally prepare for taking a cock his size. "good... i only want what's best for you." he gently rubbed the bulbous tip over her slit, rubbing over her clit. dante hesitated to get a condom. he nudged her pussy almost to try and slip it in without a condom. "oh jenna..." he started to push in to her. dante was unravelling. any sense of professional was long gone. "just lie back, baby. "

#jenna #longiings #longiings 006