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SM*TTY   GIF   ICON   MEME      send  me  a  pair  of  muses  +  a  number  &  i’ll  write  a  starter  for  them.  gif  icon  credits  go  here  ,   here   ,  here   &   here.  only  collected  them  for  this  meme.   discretion  is  advised.   this   is   part  2  .

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going to plop these here <3

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helloooo who am i able to bug with replies to their opens today

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OPEN                30+ —  family  friend,  relative,  neighbor  she's  been  spying  on,  friends  older  sibling  /  parent, etc.

PLOTLINE                sabine  has  been  infatuated  with  y/m  since  she  could  remember.  sneaking  into  their  home  in  the  past  few  weeks,  hoping  to  catch  them  alone.  or  hoping  they'd  find  her.

THE  SOUND  OF  THE  TOY  BUZZING  IS  RINGING  IN  HER  EARS.    it's  loud,  all  consuming  –  the  exhilarating  feeling  that  she's  here,  in  their  room,  doing  this.  a  culmination  of  her  dreams,  fantasies.  everything  involving  them.  to  break  in  to  their  home,  touch  herself  on  their  bed.  it's  depraved.  her  father  would  be  disappointed  in  her  if  she  was  found  out.  legs  spread  apart,  laying  sideways  across  the  bed,  feet  flat  on  the  mattress  as  sabine  cries  out.  it's  an  open  invitation  to  whoever  is  lurking  in  the  shadows  of  the  home  she  thought  was  empty  after  a  quick  run  through.  she'd  been  watching  from  a  her  normal  spot,  keeping  an  eye  on  their  routines  to  ensure  no  one  would  be  back  before  she  finished.  surprises  were  never  her  favorite  thing.  pistoning  the  vibrator  in  and  out  of  her  slick  cunt,  she  can  feel  herself  dripping  onto  her  thighs.  “please..”  the  longer  she  stays,  the  more  desperate  she  becomes.  despite  the  chance  of  getting  caught,  she  doesn't  stop  —  arching  her  back  off  the  bed  with  another  loud  cry.  “please  please  please  …”

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OPEN                any  —  it's  implied  that  it's  a  date,  but  it  could  be  a  friend  -  group  date  thing.  anything  else  besides  that  is  open.

PLOTLINE                we're  alone  in  the  movie  theatre  and  this  shit  is  boring,  i  have  better  ideas.

SHE'S  NOT  MUCH  OF  A  DATE  KIND  OF  GIRL.    aurora  is  used  to  the  one  and  done  kind  of  thing,  middle  of  the  night  sneaking  in  and  sneaking  out  after  the  break  of  dawn,  getting  caught  in  the  work  rush.  it's  simpler  that  way.  no  strings  attached,  no  feelings,  no  nothing.  it's  half  how  she  finds  herself  in  situations  like  these.  but  this  time  –  she's  bored.  being  bored  is  not  a  good  thing.  her  hand  rests  on  a  far  too  indecent  place  on  their  thigh,  manicured  nails  tapping  along  the  covered  flesh  as  the  squirm  underneath.  “relax  --”  eyes  roll,  as  if  they're  ruining  her  fun.  slides  up  to  the  button  of  their  jeans,  a  slight  flick  to  undo  them.  “no  one's  gonna  see  anything.  it's,  like,  totally  impossible  too  with  the  movie.” 

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thinking about serial killer plots lately. killer gfs traveling the country, killer gf x sweet boy who's slowly corrupting him w each kill he helps with, etc

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OPEN                any.   daphe  is  a  girl  running  away  from  home.  sweet,  naive,  and  little  over  zealous  when  she  wants  something. 

PLOTLINE                the  typical  picking  up  a  hitch  -  hiker  storyline,  inspired  by  the  music  video.  could  be  someone  passing  through,  serial  killer,  etc.  anything  that  fits.

     SHE  HADN'T  MEANT  TO  TAKE  IT  THIS  FAR.   daphne  knows  that  this  will  end  badly  —  it  always  does  in  the  movies,  anyway  —  but  it's  all  she  can  do.  feeling  stupid  and  sticking  her  hand  out  as  cars  pass  her  by,  shaking  their  head  in  the  passenger  seat  as  they  continue  on  the  almost  -  dirt  highway.  the  sun  bearing  down  on  her  and  blonde  shakes  her  head,  a  small  sigh  of  relief  as  an  approaching  car  seemingly  slows  down.  pulls  off  to  the  side,  she  packs  on  her  southern  charm  —  what  else  can  she  do  if  not  hopefully  sway  them  to  taking  her  along.  “hi,  darlin',”  she's  cheesing,  laying  the  accent  on  thick  as  she  leans  into  their  window.  “where  ya'  headin'?”

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SABRINA CARPENTER for Rolling Stone

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VERY  NSFW  GIF  PROMPTS!   

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i'm hereeeeeeeeeeeee.

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her  eyes  roll.  sabine  knows  that  it  wouldn't  be  feasible.  there's  only  so  much  he  can  say  without  breaking  the  dam  of  it  all  —  and  seemingly,  enzo  doesn't  want  to  do  that.  while  dainty,  she's  not  fragile.  sabine  can  handle  it,  or  so  she  thinks.  knows  better  than  to  argue,  so  she  lets  it  go.  might  as  well  if  she  already  has  him  here,  under  her  touch.  it's  not  often  that  she  can  call  herself  obsessed  with  something,  or  someone.  but  enzo  is  it.  and  has  been  for  quite  some  time.  even  before  sending  those  photos,  she'd  always  thought  about  it.  the  daunting  task  of  pressing  send,  the  late  night  thoughts  as  she  touched  herself  -  crying  out  with  her  window  open,  naive  hope  he'd  crawl  through  her  window.  sabine  wonders  what  did  it  for  him  –  the  promise  of  her  swallowing  all  of  his  cum,  or  her  taking  every  rough  thrust  down  her  throat?  “that's  right,”  a  nod  of  her  own,  whimpers  loudly  as  the  fingers  are  pulled  from  her  soaked  cunt.  it  feels  odd,  without  them,  dreaming  and  thinking  of  them  every  moment  they  came  across  her  mind  since  the  first  time  in  that  open  bathroom.  “you  just  want  to  fuck  my  face,”  and  she'd  let  him  –  as  rough  and  demanding  as  he  wanted,  just  for  enzo.  the  warmth  of  his  hands  on  her  hips  is  fleeting  as  feet  are  placed  on  the  ground,  knees  hitting  the  wood  porch  with  a  soft  thud.  drool  pools  at  the  sides  of  her  mouth  at  the  sight  of  it  above  her,  eyes  slightly  wide.  “i  was  right  –  you're  big,”  breathily,  as  if  she  can't  get  ahold  of  herself.  it  takes  a  moment  before  sabine  is  ready,  hand  gripping  the  base  of  his  cock  as  tongue  sticks  out,  light  kitten  licks  to  the  head.  starting  off  slow,  slowly  licking  the  underside.  the  eye  contact  never  breaks  —  she  wants  to  rile  him  up  as  much  as  she  can.  “gonna  make  my  makeup  so  messy  after  i  got  all  nice  and  pretty  for  you.”

her tone wasn't missed on him at all as he had to let out a deep chuckle, only nodding his head as he confirmed that he would be out without her. ❝ mhm, not everything i do is safe for you to come along. ❞ enzo spoke, leaving the part of the conversation at that. he knew that she'd understand, her father being part of his inner circle for far too long. it wasn't exactly easy to explain, and the less that anyone else knew, the better. when she'd agreed that she was all his it had sent a surge of pride through him, the fact that she was already admitting that much to him, giving herself over. every thrust of his fingers had her walls squeezing around him in a way that was too good to deny. her hips rolled against him, and it wasn't long before her fingers were stroking over him through the fabric of his jeans. just as soon as she had told him what he wanted, enzo felt a smirk work over his features. ❝ who am i to deny you of something you clearly so desperately need? ❞ slowly he'd pulled his fingers from between her legs, feeling the wetness against them before digits wrapped around her wrist and pulled it away from him. ❝ lets get you on your knees and see if you practiced enough. ❞ hands on her hips, he pulled her from the table getting the girl onto her feet before hands fell from her entirely. from there he moved to the button of his pants, tugging them down along with his boxers as his cock finally sprang free from the confines. 

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he's  usually  alone  —  dawson  doesn't  know  many  people,  and  those  who  he  does  ..  they're  not  quite  the  type.  it's  a  lonely  existence,  but  he  makes  due.  she  takes  the  joint  and  he  does  his  best  not  to  stare  at  her,  even  if  his  lids  are  hooded  and  he's  thinking  about  other  things.  “of  course  not,”  a  chuckle  in  agreement,  the  grip  on  her  thigh  strengthening  as  he  laughs.  she's  beautiful.  of  course  she  is.  anyone  with  eyes  can  see  that.  “oh,  you  think  so?”  it's  teasing,  but  dawson  sits  up  a  little  straighter  then.  “alright  –  alright,  let's  do  it.”  he's  never  done  that  with  someone  before.

it was almost ritual at this point, get high, go to bed and get the best sleep she could. and now it was even better with dawson by her side, the two sharing in giggles as the haze settled over her skin, making her less aware but more sensitive. his hand falls between her thighs and she lets them open slightly, head resting on the back of the cushion as he meets her gaze, passing it back. "of course, can't let it go to waste." she smiles at him, taking the joint and putting it between her lips for a long pull. "we should shotgun the rest." she suggests almost innocently, the smoke escaping with her soft sigh.

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possessiveness  is  an  ugly  trait,  and  unfortunately,  gabriel  is  full  of  it  —  he's  consumed  by  it  when  it  comes  to  brynn.  she's  everything  he  could've  wanted:  beautiful,  smart,  funny,  sex  drive  exactly  to  match  his  and  always  willing  to  go  along  with  his  ideas  ..  or  come  up  with  some  on  her  own.  a  match  made  in  heaven  if  he  was  asked.  the  only  thing  is  ..  other  people  knew  all  of  these  things,  too,  and  their  eyes  on  her  linger.  the  stares,  the  looks.  they  make  his  blood  run  hot,  angry.  the  grip  on  her  only  becomes  tighter  the  more  he  thinks  about  it,  the  more  possessive  of  brynn  he  becomes,  even  if  by  only  his  imagination.  the  finger  toying  with  her  clit  is  rougher,  anything  to  make  her  squirm.  she  pulls  away  and  gabriel  moans,  into  her  neck.  “cum,  baby,  fuck,”  breathed  heavily  into  her  ear,  nipping  at  her  earlobe.  blonde  arches  and  he's  fucking  up  into  her,  as  subtle  as  he  can.  it's  surprising  none  of  their  friends  have  caught  on  yet  ..  if  they  have,  they  should  be  enjoying  the  show.  hand  crushes  her  breast  in  his  grip,  a  light  slap  to  it  over  the  fabric.  brynn  asks  that  sweet  question  and  gabriel  breaks.  she's  all  but  slammed  down  onto  his  lap,  held  forcefully  against  his  cock.  “come  on  my  dick,  baby,  i'll  give  you  it  all.”  the  moment  she  breaks  apart,  he  will  too. 

brynn knew that he could get possessive, something that she loved as the girl had found her outfits getting smaller, hemlines getting higher, and her outfits overall getting more revealing. mostly for him, to catch his eye, to see the way it lit a fire inside the male, something that she knew she created in him, but also because it would draw attention from strangers. and watching him prove that she was all his, taking pride in it, but also thriving in the looks he gave strangers, the way his hands would pull her in, letting everyone know they were together. another moan fell from her lips as she rocked against him and it was getting harder and harder to hold off her orgasm. his finger found her clit and it caused her entire body to shake against him, the unexpected but necessary touch as she was seconds away from falling apart against him. ❝ y-yes, daddy. ❞ the girl spoke, her voice soft against his lips as her back arched, chest pressing more into his hand while her hips shifted back, grinding herself down against him. ❝ 'm so close, please? ❞ 

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it's  easy  for  him  to  slide  into  the  game  stella  wants  to  play  —  after  all,  if  he  had  it  his  way,  he  would've  already  seen  it  all  long  ago.  the  price  of  paitence  is  long,  but  the  reward  is  sweet.  or,  at  least,  that's  how  he's  trying  to  romanticize  it  enough  to  not  drive  himself  crazy.  tongue  wets  lips,  thinking.  about  her  words,  about  all  he  wants  to  do  to  her.  her  under  his  hands,  his  body.  “maybe  i  want  to  see  it  in  person,  ever  think  of  that?”  no  face,  no  case,  sure.  but  wesley  is  a  man  of  greed.  wanting  something,  he'll  get  it  no  matter  the  cost.  even  if  stella  wants  him  to  believe  otherwise.  she's  against  the  wall,  his  game  of  cat  and  mouse  all  but  complete.  right  where  he  wants  her.  the  images  are  cast  behind  his  eyelids,  scorched  into  his  memory.  the  feeling  of  her  eyes  on  him  only  made  wesley  want  it  more.  how  could  he  deny  her  such  a  thing,  even  if  unspoken?  the  grip  on  her  waist  only  becomes  tighter,  holding  her  in  place.  stella  wanted  this,  and  he's  such  a  giver.  “oh,  a  demand  now,  huh,  stells?”  it's  playful,  dripping  with  sarcasm.  his  knee  moves  between  her  legs,  slowly  parting  them.  “you  didn't  even  say  please.”

stella knew that she wasn't going to get away with pretending like it wasn't her, it clearly was, and wesley knew that. a part of it was a thrill to her, just see the kind of reaction that she had gotten out of him, something she'd been dying to see for awhile now. ❝ but if you would've gotten face, then what would be stopping you from dying to see it in person? would've already seen it all. ❞ she wasn't entirely sure that her words had made sense, but it hadn't mattered right now, flowing with the tone of their conversation. her gaze had never fallen from him peering up at the male as he kept her against the wall. stella knew that she didn't hold any of the power right now, he more than toppled over her, his grip against her hip keeping her in place, and if he'd wanted to toss her over his shoulder there would be nothing she could do about it. letting her gaze drop to his hand in her hair, it was back on his face the second he'd dropped her hair, and stella knew she was more than all in. ❝ i've never thought there was anything wrong with a good show of appreciation. take me somewhere more private. ❞ 

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she  knows  he's  at  the  very  least  a  decent  kisser.  their  friends  have  all  told  her  so,  encouraged  it  even  —  gracie  is  all  but  too  shy  to  truly  set  for  a  plan  in  motion  like  that.  the  alcohol  is  prohibiting  her  anxiety  from  rising,  digits  being  played  with  absentmindedly.  “don't  be  like  that,”  her  eyes  roll,  playful,  with  a  small  grin.  “it  won't  ruin  it.  you  don't  think  our  friendships  can  survive  one  bad  kiss?”  there's  a  pout  on  painted  lips,  faux  and  untrue.  “don't  be  a  baby,  sebastian.”

the party fizzled out, leaving sebastian on the couch with gracie, her hand settled in his, fingers absentmindedly playing with each other. he's a pretty physical guy - most of the roommates and friendgroup had hooked up with each other at some point, but yet gracie remained untouched by any of them. still, he didn't think too much of her hand in his before she turns to look at him. "is that so?" he questions back, gaze slowly dropping to hers. "and what if you hate it? scared it's gonna ruin the friend group?" though he doubted that - no one had complained about his kissing yet.

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i'm going to reply to things now <3