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new hard drive... rip to my old one and every gif i made that i will have to remake 🙃
love seeing u on the dash ! hope u feel better soon
this is so sweet 😭 thank you!
not sure who wants to know this but my mood has plummeted so i'm gonna hide in my drafts
FORBIDDEN FRUITS (2026) dir. Meredith Alloway

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he shouldn't be doing this. he knows it with certainty, yet he refuses to back away. archie needed this more than he was willing to admit. more than he thought he could even if he wanted to. he used a lot of energy on being the picture perfect fiancé, someone that wouldn't damage the reputation of his future partner. it was exhausting and he was constantly looking over his shoulder, scared that he'd find out the truth. that he wasn't polished. that he definitely had an anger problem. one that winston had been able to trigger numerous times throughout the years. he didn't want him to find out that he liked that, either. he sways in rhythm, which is already an improvement on the last time they'd danced to the song. he chuckled over the other man's comment, instinctively burrowing his face against his neck. he breathes him in, his scent as intoxicating as it always was. "we were like bambi on skates." he teases it, biting into his bottom lip to supress a brighter smile. "a wonder what a few years can do, huh?" he adds on for good measure, not willing to move away. he felt warm in a way he enjoyed. he felt at home in a way he hadn't for longer than he knew how to say. than he thought he even should say.
he feels like what they're doing is wrong. he has to remind himself that it isn't, not inherently. sure, archie was engaged to somebody else, but he's still winston's husband. they're still — on paper — married. it doesn't make them being this close right but it doesn't make winston think he should back away. god, he knows he should but he doesn't fucking want to. not when their song is on, when he hasn't been able to listen to it even a quarter of the way through in years. he deserves this. he deserves the length of their wedding song to forget that they haven't spoken in years. that winston has been miserable for years. that he's slept alone for years. winston smiles slightly, thumb brushing along archie's back where his hand is settled, swaying along with him. "we were just kids," he mutters, that thought hitting him like a train. and god, they truly had been just two dumb kids, so in love that they couldn't see out of the bubble they were in. they had been so bad for each other but so right in every other way. winston had held onto that in their bad times, knowing that archie was his soulmate. and the problem was, winston still believed that. even now, when the man he's holding in his arms is engaged to somebody else, winston firmly believes that he is his soulmate. he lets go of archie's hand to cup his cheek, a soft sigh escaping his lips as his thumb catches gently against his lower lip. "d'you remember what i told you during our first dance?" he pauses for a moment, not letting archie answer. "i told you how badly i wanted to take you to our home and fuck you all night. how you were the most beautiful person in the room and you were all mine. and i did, y'remember that? you rode me for what felt like fucking hours that night." a trembling sigh slips past his lips, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. "the night i made you mine."
noah wasn't one to rock the boat. ever. he always did what was expected of him and he struggled to tell the parents no. it had got him into plenty of trouble in the past, some of his clients considering him their personal doormat, or verbal punching bag. now though, seeing his friend so defeated, needing his help. he finds a sudden surge of something, perhaps confidence? whatever it is, it had him reaching for his phone and opening up his messages with the parent in question. fuck it. cordelia came first. she was a friend and she'd never treated him like a glorified doormat. besides that, it'd be good to see her ex squirm. he'd never cared much for him. there had been something about him and that thing turned out to be enjoying fucking cordelia's best friend. "alright, alright, alright. i've got you, delia. i've told her i'm not free. more...succinctly now." he smiles then, locking his phone and pushing it back into his cardigan pocket. "you matter more than some...pissy mum. i never take a day off. s'time i changed that."
cordelia was not shy about telling noah when she thought he was being taken advantage of. he was so kind but it often felt as though it was at detriment to himself. some of his clients certainly took advantage of him, taking his sweet disposition for granted. cordelia hated that. she watches with interest as noah gets his phone out, wondering what he's doing. a soft smile tugs at her mouth when he tells her what he's done, cheeks pink with soft amusement. "you didn't have to do that..." though, she couldn't help but feel so grateful that he had, that he wanted to do that for her. "thank you." she reaches out to squeeze his hand, looking at him with wide, doe eyes. "it'll be so fun with you there. i mean, it'll only be fun with you there. and they've got an open bar, apparently. so, uh... we can go crazy."
silver's words only further ignite the explosion that the mere sight of her had created within his chest. his fingers slide down then; slowly, purposefully, before grasping at her outer thigh and raising it up, pressing her knee against the counter, exposing more of her soaked core. his lips press at the back of her ear, and against her neck, his need only blossoming bigger and bolder. lennon had always appeared like such a reserved, sweet man. and he very often was. there was nobody else that saw this side of him. nobody else that even unlocked this part of him but her. holding her firm with his own frame, he uses his free hand to unzip his shorts, pushing them down his thighs. he hadn't opted to wear underwear, any extra layers seemed a waste. "you get whatever you want, baby. you want this?" he asks, before he's aligning his cock with her heat, allowing the tip to graze between her folds, tongue pressed between lips. he doesn't even wait for a response, hips bucking forward, pressing the head of his length inside of her. whining darkly into the curve of her neck. "fuck, baby. you're so wet for me already."
it's far too easy for lennon to move silver around however he likes. she practically becomes putty in his hands, letting him do anything he wants without her even considering putting a stop to it. she only shifts slightly to comfortably press her knee against the counter top, a slight burn along the back of her thigh as she's stretched open for her fiancé. colour spreads down her chest as she considers how she must look to him right now. and if it were anybody else, silver knows she'd be beyond embarrassed. but lennon looking at her like this, lennon spreading her open for him, it's like he's a gift for her. wrapped up with a neat little bow for him to unwrap and do whatever he wants to. and god, silver was more than happy to let him do it. the sound of his zipper being dragged down practically bounces around the room, making her skin tingle, ears buzzing with excitement. "mhm," she moans, forehead pressing against the cool surface of the counter. moans slip from her lips as lennon's cock presses into her, hands curling into fists as she fights the urge to rock back against him, desperate to take the full length of him. "still wet from this morning," silver mutters, head turning to press her cheek against the counter, straining slightly to see lennon where he's pressed against her back. "and... was thinking about this," she confesses, lips shiny and wet as they part. "was hoping you'd give me your cock like this, daddy. feels so fucking good inside me. like... like it was made for me."
he'd never been so full of hunger, so full of lust before her. sure, he'd had a fling or two but it all paled in comparison to being with her. to the effect the silver had on him. he has to hold back a groan the moment he watches her shove her shorts and underwear down, leaving her in not much more than the pretty, frilly apron that barely covered much. "you seemed busy," the words are purred, as his gaze searches her own, one hand holding her upright against his frame; pressing against her hip, the other silently slipping between her thighs, fingertips careful, teasingly tracing against her core. a hum of approval follows suit, practically salivating at the simplest touch. lennon loved her more than words could say and he craved her just as much. without a word of warning, he's turning her to face the counter, hand gentle as it presses her down against the cool surface. lennon's shameless in the way he takes her in, pressing his clothed, already hardening length against her ass. "i'm so ravenous, i think i could eat you up. more than once, honey."
there was honestly nothing that silver loved more than teasing lennon. it was often so easy for her to do and she couldn't help the way it made arousal flood between her thighs when she did it successfully. now is no exception. "i was busy," she agrees softly, the underlying tone of i would have stopped being busy for you impossible to ignore. eyelashes flutter at the feeling of lennon's hands on her body, a soft breath slipping past her lips as she reaches down to wrap her fingers around his wrist. "oh." a breath is punched out of her at the sudden spin, frame pressing against the cool marble countertop, hands splaying out against it as she shifts to get herself comfortable. feeling lennon pressed up against her makes her thighs tremble, lips parting to exhale softly. she attempts to press her hips back against him, the feeling of his cock pressed up against her making silver's entire body feel alight. "will you fuck me first, baby? please?"
| | 𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐎, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄, 𝐌𝐑. 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ! ❪ ꨄ︎ ❫ › a collection of action prompts inspired by various slasher films. trigger warnings for blood, gore, use of weapons, threats, stalking, death and murder. adjust phrasing as necessary. send [+ reverse] to switch between sender and receiver.
sender and receiver look through a box of dvd tapes, choosing a movie to watch.
sender assesses receiver’s reaction to the ghost story sender tells by the bonfire.
sender brushes dust off of an old ouija board they found with receiver.
sender, skeptical of the potential danger, scoffs at receiver's worries.
sender hushes receiver after hearing an odd, howling sound from the woods nearby.
sender and receiver go to investigate a suspicious noise coming from the basement.
sender challenges receiver to walk into a haunted house at night.
a horrified sender shows receiver their phone screen displaying a threatening text message from an anonymous number.
receiver hears sender’s screams coming from the basement.
receiver finds sender bleeding out from a stab wound on the ground.
sender clasps their palm over receiver’s mouth to keep them quiet as the two hide from a killer.
plunged in total darkness, sender and receiver hold hands tightly after their only flashlight runs out of battery.
sender makes receiver promise to save themself first, instead of playing hero.
sender gives receiver a keepsake of theirs, should they not both make it out alive.
sender hastily patches up receiver’s wounds while on the run.
sender runs toward an exit to safety, leaving receiver behind.
sender drags receiver toward an exit to safety, even though it slows them down.
sender shields receiver from a killer approaching them.
receiver catches a glimpse of sender in a mirror.
receiver catches a glimpse of sender observing them through a window.
sender turns their head after a hiding receiver steps on a creaking floorboard.
sender bites on their own palm to remain quiet, hiding from receiver hunting them down.
sender picks up a scrap of receiver’s clothing torn on a tree branch during a chase.
a hunting sender taunts receiver to show themself in a sing-songy voice.
sender follows a trail of blood left on the ground by receiver.
receiver stares in horror as sender approaches them with a chainsaw in hand.
sender chases receiver with a knife / axe / scythe.
sender slams a baseball bat on receiver’s head.
receiver falls into a trap set up for them by sender.
sender at last captures receiver, slamming them down to the ground with hands wrapped around their neck.
receiver successfully evades a trap set up for them by sender.
sender ambushes receiver at a dead end.
sender pins receiver to a nearby surface, a knife held at their throat.
sender presses down on receiver’s wounds, then laughs at their pain.
sender snatches the mask from their tormentor’s face, only to reveal receiver beneath it.
sender gleefully removes their mask, revealing their identity to a horrified receiver.
watching as receiver get escorted by the cops, sender flashes them a middle finger with a victorious grin.
sender and receiver warm up together under a blanket in the aftermath of surviving a massacre.
sender and receiver plan a coherent version of the story to tell, agreeing to hide the truth of what happened from the detectives.
a year later, sender shows receiver a recently found note ominously saying “ it’s not over yet ”.

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whenever he's in front of his fiancée, he can't quite believe his luck. she had to be the most beautiful woman in the world and lennon's already dark eyes darken further. tongue licking shamelessly at his lips. the air had been hot all week, uncomfortably so. now though, it feels as if the heat changes. it deepens, but in a way he can appreciate. a way he can enjoy. he's in a pair of shorts and an unbuttoned linen shirt. his general attire all week long. "it's really adorable, baby." he adds on after a beat or two. he strides closer, slowly, bracketing her between his own frame and the counter. "i am hungry." a slight nod follows suit, alongside a subtle smirk. he leans in against the shell of her ear as he whispers, "though i'm not hungry for food. just you."
she's never felt even close to the way lennon makes her feel. when she was younger and would visit her older brother at university, it never felt like this when she'd flirt with all the older boys, let them buy her drinks and try and get her into their beds. she had never felt like she was needed instead of just wanted. lennon makes her feel as though he'll die if he doesn't have her touch, have her beside him. it brings about a burning in the pit of her stomach, something she doesn't think she could ever be without now. fingers grasp at his shirt, practically trying to pull him closer as he presses her back against the counter, cheeks darkening as his words register slowly. silver has just enough room to reach under the apron and shove her shorts and underwear down until they pool at her ankles. one hand rests against lennon's chest as she pushes him back enough that her wide doe eyes can stare up into his as she kicks her shorts away, leaning up on her tiptoes. "why didn't you say so, baby?"
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reaching behind herself, silver ties the half apron around her waist, twirling around to show lennon how cute the pink and white thrills against her thighs are. "isn't it adorable? mum and dad got it for me because i said i wanted one for when i was cooking." cheeks are adorably pink as she grins up at her fiancé. the heat had been no joke this week so all she wears under it is a small pair of shorts and a vest top, all of the windows in the kitchen open, along with the doors leading to the garden. fresh air flows through the house, making it feel cool enough that silver doesn't feel like she's going to boil alive just existing in there. hands settle against her hips, posing for lennon as she smiles. "so, are you hungry? need to put this thing to good use, y'know."
he recognizes it too. it only takes a few notes and his heart is racing and the tears are falling even harder. he laughs, a wet laugh that is not far removed from the reaction he'd had at their actual wedding reception. he's half stunned when winston moves and steps towards him, gaze meeting with winston's almost too perfectly. he looks at his hand, thinks for a beat, only a beat, before he takes it and he's sliding from the booth. he takes the lead there, moving towards the space made for dancing. maybe he'll regret it. maybe guilt will trickle in soon after. or it'll knock him out even more than the hangover would. he didn't care now though. right now, he wanted to make most of their time together. right now, he wanted to dance with winston. carefully, he slides one arm around his neck, whilst the other reaches for his hand. he moves himself closer; enough for his chest to be pressed to winston's own. "i haven't heard this song for so long." he admits, without confessing to the fact that whenever he heard it, he ran from the scene, as if he'd committed some crime. which in a lot of ways, perhaps he had.
he truly doesn't know why he does it. why he gets out of the booth to ask archie to dance with him. but he also knew that he couldn't just pretend that it wasn't happening. the song was playing and they were going to hear it either way. he figured they might as well get something nice out of it all. he goes with archie easily when he leads them to the makeshift dance floor, hand sliding down to press against the small of his back. they press closer to one another, hands clasped together like they're each other's lifelines. it feels like... well, if he were being truly honest, it felt like he was home. "neither have i," he whispers, not wanting to burst the bubble they've created for themselves. it didn't matter that winston had heard the song start countless times and he had ran at the first sign of it. all that mattered was that he was hearing it now and he wasn't running. he was staying put, listening to it, dancing to it, being close to archie again during it. he ducks his head down, forehead resting against archie's as they sway slowly to their wedding song, emotion bubbling up inside of him until it threatens to spill over. "i... we're better at dancing this time," he says quietly, almost afraid to admit that he thinks about their first time dancing to this song. something that he thinks about far more than he might ever admit to. / @lustfools
"not intentionally," he's quick to counter, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. it's clear he's disappointing her and it's the last thing noah wants to do...now or ever. "one of the parents has said she can't find any other childcare...i'm looking to see what else i can do. it's not a definitely no, i'm just...i wanted to keep you in the loop, that's all."
cordelia sighs, rubbing her thumb between her eyebrows, trying to force the crease from between it away. "y'know," she starts slowly, "it's really annoying that you say it like that because now i feel bad for being annoyed." she takes a seat, sinking heavily into the plush sofa as she grabs a cushion to hold onto. "i can't go alone, noah." cordelia's voice is soft, much softer than she would like it to be in this moment. it shows all of her weaknesses. "if he sees me there alone... it'll be like he won." and hadn't he already? her ex was marrying her former best friend, after years of them fooling around behind cordelia's back. it felt like a kick in the teeth that she had been invited in the first place but the last thing cordelia could do was refuse to attend. she had to show that she was over it, that she was growing further and doing much better than they could ever consider her to be.
when i start giffing somebody, i can't just be normal. i have to gif them in everything ever. exhausting

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" tate , i'm not . . . " heavy sigh , and he casts his eyes downward for a brief moment . " i'm not asking you to come out . that's something you've gotta do for you , not for me or anyone else . just quit blowing me off all the damn time . "
tate exhales slowly, combing his fingers through his hair. it hadn't been intentional, not at first, anyway. but the more he did it, the less tate felt like he could let orlando be around him when he knew he was always so, so weak. "i know," he says softly, the thought of coming out at all making him feel a little sick. he drops down onto the couch, head tilting back against the cushions. "i promise i'll stop."
i might have to do the whole thread tracker thing because..... boy am i struggling.