#wal: event

[wearelondonhq]

WELCOME TO HALLOWEENTOWN..

Things have been quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that lulls people into the trap of routine. Wake up. Go about their day. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Some may have just reunited with loved ones they never thought they'd see again. Others cling to the hope that fall will bring warmth with scarves, hot drinks, and pumpkin spice. Right? Wrong. They should’ve known better. Complacency is dangerous.

It begins at midnight.

When the clock strikes twelve, the fog rolls in—thick, suffocating, unnatural. Those caught outside when it arrives don’t just collapse. They vanish into the mist, as if they were never there. Gone. Perhaps, with each passing day, little by little.. they start disappearing from people's minds. Those that love them find themselves with a tremendous headache that slowly.. vanishes.

As did their memories of said missing loved one.

What happens to them? No one knows. But every morning, the town is different. Darker. Is it still the same town? Who knows, truly?

When the survivors wake, their world has changed. The town they knew is gone, replaced by something grotesque, distorted. Halloweentown has claimed them. Streets are twisted, the landscape unrecognizable, and the familiar places that once offered comfort now feel like nightmares brought to life.

Where the local shopping center once stood, a twisted carnival now looms. The rides creak with unseen weight, moving unnaturally fast, while laughter echoes unnervingly through the air. Every attraction beckons, promising thrills, but those who dare enter are never the same when they leave—if they leave at all.

Every morning, new missing persons posters litter the streets. Faces once familiar, now faded. No one asks anymore where they’ve gone because everyone knows: the fog took them. Who would look for someone that they don't know, after all?

The coffee shops and bars and restaurants —once comforting refuges—have become dark, haunted dens. Jack-o'-lanterns burn eternally in the windows, their grins mocking anyone who steps inside, as if they know they may not leave. Drinks are free for those in costume, but the cost is far greater than anyone understands. I wouldn't drink, if I were you. Nothing is free here.

This is the town where anything is possible—and everything is dangerous.

At midnight, the fog returns. Every night, it reshapes the town a little more, creeping further into homes, into minds. Those who dare step outside when the fog rolls in see things—shifting figures, faces in the mist, voices calling them. The clock always looms, ticking down to something unknown. Each day, it's a little louder, a little closer to zero. What happens when time runs out?

And then there's the invitation.

It arrives one morning, left at every doorstep—a simple box with a fancy masquerade outfit and a note. Inside, a mask and a promise. The letter is handwritten, elegant, and disturbing.

Dearest Guest,

As the season of darkness begins, I am pleased to invite you to a masquerade ball at the Old Town Hall. Midnight, one week from today. Inside, you will find a suggested outfit and mask, but feel free to wear your own. Just remember, no one enters without a mask.

Submit the name of your guest within three days. If you don’t have one, call the number on the card, and a partner will be assigned to you, according to your preferences. Refusing the invitation? I would advise against it. During the ball, the fog will descend, and only those within the walls of the Town Hall will be safe. Outside? Well… let’s just say you won’t want to be outside.

We’re not without generosity. For those who attend, I will grant each of you your heart's desire. Anything you wish. Consider this not just a party, but the opportunity of a lifetime.

See you soon, Your Benefactor

The letter is signed with a flourish, but the implications are clear—refuse, and there will be consequences. Do not follow the rules and you won't like it what happens. Accept, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll survive whatever horror is coming.

But what does the benefactor truly want? Who are they?

And what happens to those who enter the ball?

Are they still in London, or have they been transported somewhere far darker?

Every night, the fog tightens its grip on the town. The houses, for now, seem untouched—some kind of magic keeps them safe. But for how long?

The streets grow emptier, more unsettling. People vanish, only to reappear twisted, shadows of who they once were, almost as if the fog took a part of their souls.

The town’s residents know one thing: there’s no escaping the fog. It will come for them all eventually. The clocks keep ticking, counting down, and with each passing day, the mysterious benefactor’s grip on Halloweentown tightens.

The masquerade ball might be the last chance to uncover the truth—or the final piece in a puzzle that leads to total destruction. As the town warps into something unrecognizable, those who remain will have to decide:

Do they trust the benefactor, risk everything at the ball, or try to survive a town where anything is possible—and everything is dangerous?

The people who used to live ordinary lives are now trapped in this ever-changing, decaying version of their town, fighting against a creeping madness that gnaws at their sanity. Every night, more people disappear. Every day, the town warps a little more, becoming something darker, more twisted.

In Halloweentown, there are no happy endings. Only survival.

come on, come all and welcome to halloweentown! what happened? well, that is yet to be explained, is it not? for now, people found themselves pulled from the ordinary life that they had once taken for granted and placed somewhere much.. much.. darker. much, much stranger. will they make it to masquerade ball night?

DETAILS, DETAILS!

welcome, one and all all, to our brand new event! that's right. for those that may have wished for something darker.. it seems that they got their wish. are they in london? are they elsewhere? all that people know is that everywhere, the town is now referred to as halloweentown. is that the work of the benefactor? of someone else? who knows!

this event will have three parts. the first one starts with everyone getting used to their new circumstances and preparing for the masquerade ball. THIS PART WILL GO FROM TOMORROW (THE 4TH - in which the main will reblog a meme set to get things started), until the 11th.

then, in exactly one week, we shall have the masquerade ball. and what comes after.. for now.. that remains to be seen.

all event threads should be tagged wal:event5!

now, now, details! you may ask - may one of my characters have disappeared in the fog? the answer is yes! if they do, it will be up to you if they come back with no memories (precisely as if they had died) or with all of their memories and.. who knows what they may remember seeing? you can, of course, plot how that would affect their loved ones and to what extent and how they would react to seeing them again! would they remember them? would they be freaked out? that is completely up to you!

now, now, about the masquerade ball itself! is attendance mandatory? no, no, but.. trust us when we say that you do not want to be caught outside when the clock strikes midnight on the seventh day. some may be brave enough to do so and that is alright too.. well, time will tell if they can survive outside. for those choosing to attend, they have two options. to call the number on the card and to be assigned a partner to the ball, given their preferences. for this, we will be installing a BLIND DATE system! we ask that until the next wednesday (the 9th of October), you message the main (either by ask or message) and let us know if you want to be included! five characters per mun when it comes to blind dates is the limit, so we can make sure that everyone has a pairing! these will, of course, be completely randomised, so who knows who you may end up with? the final list will be revealed on the day before the masquerade officially starts, to make sure that everyone has plenty of time to plot and to create some chaos together!

for those that already have a pairing, please send in an ask to the main all the same, to let us know who will be attending with who! it's important for later. there is no need to message for those that will go solo and defy the benefactor's rules. and remember, masks are MANDATORY, especially for those!

in the meantime.. settle in, explore the newly and improved town, see the sights, plan a costume, choose a date and be careful to not be outside when the fog hits, because.. who knows what might happen?

as always, please tag everything accordingly and above all, have fun!

please give this plot a like once you read it and we are here to answer any and all questions!

we cannot wait to see where this goes! ♥

[demongemz]

“We should stick together. If someone disappears in that fog, who knows if they’ll ever come back.” ( eddie & tiffany )

Tiffany smiled softly, she’d been glad to know that Eddie was here and part of her was hoping to meet his beau with how much the others talked about him. He sounded lovely. “I think you are right sweetface, you said this reminded you of home well I promised to protect you should anything like that happen again” she mused locking her arm through his ensuring they were together through the craziness. “Now how about we talk about lighter things huh? If we are happy then this whole silly mess won't make us scared yeah? Is that wonderful boy you were telling me about here?” @daydrcamings

[fcdcdmcmories]

⦁ ❝ No one trusts anybody now, and we’re all very tired. ❞ from cee

"I... I TRUST YOU? FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH? i.. i have to tell you something, though. when elaine approached me, she.. she told me something. something that i haven't been able to stop thinking about EVER SINCE." he wasn't going to tell cory because he had a feeling that he wasn't about to react nicely to it and maybe he'd stop caring once he realised that he was not family and he couldn't tell anyone else but his sister felt like the right person to tell that to. somehow, some way, he had a feeling that she was going to UNDERSTAND. "she said that.. father's not my family. that i'm no pederson. that.. my real dad is that asshole. JOHN KRAMER? he.. that can't be true, can it? she was just saying that to fuck with me? what do you know of him? i know that you two were.. CLOSE." / @xtinyslip

[worldofsufis]

Important #Islamic #Events in the Month of #Rajab

[moonlightwritingf1]

Wedding Night | LN4

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ summary ━━━━━━━ Lando and Y/N shared their first night as husband and wife, their love unfolding in soft, unhurried touches.

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ word count ━━━━━━━ 4.6k

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, p in v, unprotected sex, soft sex

Based on this request.

Moonlight spilled through the windows of the centuries-old Italian villa, painting soft silver streaks across the plush cream carpet. The air was still thick with the lingering scent of gardenias and white roses, a delicate reminder of the wedding that had just taken place. Y/N stepped inside first, still wearing her gorgeous wedding gown, though she walked more slowly now than she had all day. The bustle of the reception had ended, the guests had gone to their nearby accommodations, and there, in the quiet hush of night, she and Lando were finally alone.

He closed the door behind them with a soft click, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You realize,” he said in a hushed tone, “that this is the first time we’ve been truly alone all day.”

She laughed gently, leaning back against one of the carved wooden bed posts. “I know. I feel like every time I turned around, someone was trying to talk to us, take a photo, or push another glass of champagne into my hand.”

Lando advanced toward her, and her breath caught in her throat. The day had been long—joyful, intense, and thrilling—but now the air seemed charged with a different kind of anticipation. His dark suit jacket was still on, the fabric slightly rumpled from the evening’s events. 

Lando gently brushed his knuckles along her cheek, an affectionate gesture he had come to do so often in the past three years. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice warm with concern and tenderness.

She opened her eyes, meeting the sea-green gaze of her new husband. A timid, excited smile curved her lips. “I’m perfect,” she whispered, stepping forward so she could rest her forehead against his. “But I’m also exhausted… in a good way. I still can’t believe this is real.”

Lando chuckled under his breath, the teasing spark that always danced in his eyes visible once again. “You better believe it, Mrs. Norris,” he said, letting the last two words hang in the air. He grinned when he noticed the faint flush on her cheeks. Even after everything, she still got shy whenever he said her new name.

She tried to look away, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle a bigger smile. “I’m still not used to hearing that,” she admitted.

“Well, you have a lifetime to get used to it.” His voice was warm, edged with quiet amusement. Instead of kissing her, he tilted his head slightly, letting the moment linger between them. Her gaze drifted downward, landing on his tie, which hung loosely around his neck—a familiar sight, one that carried memories of whispered goodbyes and hurried, stolen moments.

He followed her gaze and gave a small laugh. “Want to do the honors?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

Y/N flushed but nodded, motioning for him to step closer. Carefully, she began to loosen the tie from around his neck. Her knuckles brushed his throat, and she felt his pulse thrum under her fingertips.

“You know,” she teased, glancing up into his eyes, “I’ve done this so many times, but never as Mrs. Norris.”

A shiver of delight lit up his gaze. “Has a nice ring to it, huh?”

She swallowed, nodding. “It really does.”

His hands came up to gently rest on her waist, and a faint sigh escaped her lips. Outside, a nightingale trilled somewhere in the villa’s gardens. The music that had swirled throughout the day was gone, replaced by their own quiet breaths and the soft rustle of her gown as she shifted.

“You look breathtaking,” he murmured, stepping back an inch to take her in. The white lace and satin of her wedding dress still hugged her figure perfectly, though the train was slightly wrinkled from hours of dancing and walking around. “I can’t believe I got to see you walking down that aisle.”

She smiled shyly, remembering how his eyes had glistened with emotion during the ceremony. “I was so nervous,” she admitted. “Not because I was unsure of you, but just… the whole day felt so surreal. And now it’s over, and we’re actually here.”

Lando reached up, his fingers slipping into her hair with deliberate slowness, threading through the intricate twists and waves. He didn’t rush, just let his touch linger, savoring the feel of her beneath his hands. “Well, now we have tonight,” he murmured, his voice warm and low, “and every other night after that. But let’s start with tonight, yeah?”

She closed her eyes as his fingers brushed through her hair, reveling in the warmth that swept over her. “Mmm,” she murmured, “I’d like that.” She opened her eyes and gave him a soft smile, filled with love.

Y/N closed her eyes again as his finger tips slid gently into her hair. Pin by pin, he removed each hidden bobby pin and decorated comb. Occasionally, he would pause, carefully pulling out a pearl-tipped hairpin that made her wince slightly when it snagged on a few strands. Lando would whisper a soft apology, pressing a kiss to her temple and carrying on. It was slow, sweet work, and it made her shoulders loosen with every piece he freed.

Eventually, her hair tumbled down in soft waves around her shoulders. He ran his hands gently through it, smiling as he massaged her scalp. “There,” he breathed, admiring the sight of her with her hair out and her wedding dress still glowing in the moonlight. “You look so gorgeous.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, cheeks aflame, unable to handle just how fully and unabashedly he adored her. “You say that like you didn’t see me in my dress all day.”

“Call me greedy, but I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it,” he teased, leaning in for another slow, tender kiss. “But as much as I love this dress on you…” He paused, letting his fingers trace the intricate lace at her shoulders. “I’m also incredibly eager to get you out of it.”

A bubble of laughter slipped past her lips. “Oh, Mr. Norris,” she teased back, doing her best to summon confidence. Even after all their time together, sometimes it still felt surreal that this charming, successful, impossibly handsome man was hers. “Think you can figure out how to get me out of it?”

Lando glanced at the hidden zipper. He gently turned her around so he could examine the elaborate array of tiny buttons that ran down the back. “Well… it might take a while,” he said, a slow grin spreading over his face. “I’m up for the challenge.”

She laughed, remembering the many times they had navigated zippers and tiny buttons over the years of their relationship. “I trust you haven’t forgotten your technique,” she teased, turning around so he could work on the hidden row of buttons trailing down her spine. “But do be careful—I don’t want you ripping the dress. My poor mother might have a heart attack if she heard.”

He pressed a playful kiss to the back of her neck, setting her skin alight. “Don’t worry, I’m still the same man who’s mastered the art of carefully getting you out of complicated outfits.”

Carefully, Lando’s fingers began working on the delicate row of buttons. It was fiddly and complicated, but his patience never wavered. He trailed tiny, adoring kisses down the back of her neck, across her shoulders, and along her spine whenever he managed to open another inch of the dress. Each time, she shivered. The warmth of his breath, combined with the electric sensation of his lips, shot tingles of anticipation through her body.

It took him a few moments of concentration. Every so often, one stubborn button would make her giggle as he struggled, and he’d lightly bite his lip in mock frustration. But eventually, her dress loosened around her torso. She shrugged her shoulders and let it slip down to her hips.

Lando stepped to her side, letting his hand graze from her bare shoulder down her arm in a comforting stroke. He’d seen her body countless times before; they were anything but strangers to one another in that aspect. Yet, the tenderness in his eyes made it feel like the first time all over again.

He noticed the slight stiffness in her posture. Her arms instinctively crossed over her chest, an old habit she’d never quite shaken. Gently, he placed his hands on top of hers, uncurling her arms. “Hey,” he said softly, sliding his palm against her cheek to angle her face toward him, “look at me.”

She blinked, looking up, her eyes laced with a hint of vulnerability.

He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I love you,” he said, voice serious despite the smile playing on his lips. “All of you. Every inch of you—always have.”

Y/N’s throat constricted with emotion. She remembered the days she thought she’d end up alone, the times she firmly believed no man—especially one like Lando—would genuinely want her. And yet here he was, the man she once viewed as a charming playboy, revealing his true heart day after day.

She nodded slightly, letting him slip her dress the rest of the way down. He caught it before it hit the floor, placing it carefully across a chair so it wouldn’t crumple. When he turned back around, she stood there in her simple white lingerie, light shining on her warm skin. His gaze was filled with adoration.

“You’re breathtaking,” he said, reaching out to trace a slow circle along her waist. “I can’t believe I get to call you my wife now.” He exhaled softly, his gaze roaming over her. “Every part of you… I’m honestly a little overwhelmed just looking at you.”

“Overwhelmed?” she echoed, a quiet laugh blending with her disbelief.

He smiled back, smoothing his palms over her waist and up along her ribs, stopping just under her breasts. “Yes, overwhelmed,” he repeated, leaning in so his lips brushed against hers. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Her heart squeezed at his confession. Remembering the times she doubted his intentions, or believed that he’d never truly settle down, it all felt distant now. “I love you,” she murmured. She was still shy; the difference was, now that they were married, she felt a deeper sense of belonging and trust.

He pulled her closer, pressing his chest to hers. The contact was a slow burn, warmth radiating from his body into hers, as though they were made to fit perfectly together. Y/N let her hands roam over his well-fitted suit jacket, fiddling with the single button he still had fastened at the waist.

“I think it’s my turn,” she teased, leaning in to brush a kiss on his collarbone, right at the base of his neck. She slid her hands up to push his suit jacket off. He let her do it, an amused glint shining in his eyes. She lingered, removing his cufflinks and sliding them onto the bedside table, then carefully unfastening the first few buttons of his shirt.

Her cheeks grew warm as she revealed inch after inch of his chest. Lando’s breath caught a little when her fingers grazed his skin. His voice, husky with desire, found its way back to her ears. “All these years and you still make me nervous,” he said quietly.

He let out a self-conscious chuckle, remembering the time he’d told her exactly how he felt on a quiet evening in London. How the mere thought of her had made him lightheaded. How he couldn’t get her out of his head, no matter how many races he won or how many practice laps he took. She was always there, the one person who truly saw him for who he was beyond fame. And, ironically, she was the one who had tried to push him away at first.

“Because…” He swallowed, pressing his forehead to hers once again. “I just want to make this night unforgettable. You… you deserve everything. Not just tonight, but for the rest of our lives.”

Y/N smiled against his lips, her fingers finally managing to peel his shirt away. She let her hand glide up his bare torso, feeling the soft planes and gentle ridges of muscle beneath her palm. “You’re here,” she reminded him. “That’s all I need.”

His warm laughter vibrated against her, and he lowered his head to kiss the tender spot at the base of her throat. “I’m so in love with you, it’s ridiculous,” he said, a grin brightening his features. “Now, wife… shall we make it official in every sense of the word?”

A wave of heat passed through her, and she nodded shyly. It was one thing to do this after three years of dating—intimate moments had come before, though they always seemed laced with a sense of wonder. But there was something profoundly different about sharing the first night as husband and wife, a sense of newness glowing between them. It felt both thrilling and comforting, like stepping into a future they had carved for themselves despite every obstacle.

They navigated their way toward the large four-poster bed draped in sheer white curtains. Candles flickered on the nightstand, their golden light giving the entire space a dreamlike aura. Lando helped Y/N onto the mattress as if she were the most precious thing in the world, pressing a kiss to her hand before stretching out beside her.

She let her eyes linger on him—the signature smile, his messy curls, the strong line of his jaw. “Can you believe we’re married?” she whispered, brushing a thumb across his cheek. “Like… actually married.”

He pressed a kiss into her palm. “It’s the best decision I’ve ever made,” he responded, voice thick with emotion. “I can’t wait for tomorrow, and the next day… and the rest of our lives.”

She exhaled a laugh of relief, burying her face into the crook of his neck. “I used to think you’d never want to settle down. I used to think… that you didn’t even like me.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Me? I’ve loved you since the moment you walked into that party and refused to laugh at my jokes,” he teased. “I’ve always teased you, but only because you’re so darn cute when you get riled up.” Then his tone softened. “If only I knew sooner how you felt… how insecure you were about us. I would have spent every second assuring you.”

She blinked back tears. “You’ve done a great job of reassuring me. I just… I guess I never thought you’d want something so permanent.”

He cupped her jaw, guiding her gaze to his. “I want permanent,” he whispered, a little breathless. “I want you.”

She felt the prickle of tears behind her eyes and brushed them away with the back of her hand. It was ridiculous how deeply in love she was with him, but after all the heartbreak and all the doubts, she had never been so certain of someone.

They kissed slowly, at first just a tender press of lips that slowly deepened. His hand ran down her back, tracing small circles. She let her body melt into his, feeling the tension of the day slip away. Her bare skin was flushed and tingling, but there was no panic this time when he ran his palm over the curve of her waist to the arch of her hips. She felt safe, cherished.

Their kisses became more fervent but still measured, each move a deliberate exploration of the warmth and closeness they now got to call theirs forever. She brushed her fingers through his curls, pulling him closer, her heart beating wildly as she let herself sink further into the mattress.

He paused only to hover above her, pressing his forehead to hers once more. “Any second thoughts?” he teased gently, though there was a hint of earnestness in his tone.

“Not one,” she replied, pulling him in for another kiss. She loved the weight of him, the way his breath hitched as she curled her leg around his hip. The soft hum of approval in his throat sent a delicious thrill through her body.

Lando’s lips brushed down her neck, feather-light and deliberate, sending shivers cascading through her body. God, he knew exactly how to make her melt. His breath was warm against her skin, and she felt his teeth graze her pulse point—just enough to make her gasp. His hands slid down her sides, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips as if he were memorizing her all over again. She arched into him, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

Her breath hitched as his lips trailed lower, skimming the delicate expanse of her collarbone before finally reaching her chest. He paused there, his warm breath brushing against her skin, and she could feel the weight of his gaze as he took her in. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. His lips captured one nipple, and she let out a shaky moan, her fingers tangling in his curls.

Y/N couldn’t wait anymore. The tension had been building all day—hell, all year—and now it was too much. “Lando,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please… fuck me already.”

He chuckled softly—that same playful, teasing laugh that always drove her wild. “So impatient,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her chest as he spoke. “We’ve got all night, Mrs. Norris.” But even as he teased her, he was already moving, his hands sliding up her thighs as he shifted back to kneel between her legs.

He stood up briefly, his eyes never leaving hers as he unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down his legs, followed by his boxers. His cock sprang free, painfully hard, and she couldn’t help but bite her lip as she watched him. He was so beautiful, so perfectly hers, and the thought made her chest ache with emotion.

Lando leaned down again, his hands sliding under the waistband of her thong. “Let’s get these off,” he said softly, his voice thick with need. He slipped the delicate fabric down her legs, tossing it aside before letting his gaze roam over her. His eyes darkened as he took her in, and she felt a flush creep up her chest at the intensity of his stare.

“Why did you stop?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He smiled, reaching out to brush his fingers along her inner thigh. “Just… let me look at you,” he said, his voice low and reverent. “I can’t believe you’re really mine.”

She squirmed under his gaze, her thighs pressing together as she fought the urge to close her legs. “Lando,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “Please…”

He didn’t make her wait any longer. He hovered over her again, his body pressing into hers as he kissed her deeply. His hands cradled her face, his touch so tender it made her chest tighten. She felt the tip of his cock brush against her entrance, and she let out a soft whimper, her hips arching toward him.

“Is that good, baby?” he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with need.

“Yes,” she breathed, her hands clutching at his shoulders. “Please, Lando…”

He smiled, his eyes softening as he looked down at her. “I need to make love to you tonight,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. Slowly, he pushed into her, his movements deliberate and unhurried. She gasped, her nails digging into his back as she felt him stretch her, fill her completely.

He started slow, his thrusts deep and steady, each one drawing a shaky moan from her lips. His eyes never left hers, and the intensity of his gaze made her feel like she was the only person in the world. God, he was so gentle with her, so careful, and it made her chest ache with how much she loved him.

“You are so good to me… so good,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He leaned down to kiss her, his lips soft and warm against hers. “And you’re perfect,” he murmured, his breath mingling with hers. His hips moved in a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel the way he was holding back—how careful he was being—and it only made her love him more.

She was a moaning mess, her nails dragging down his back as she clung to him. His name fell from her lips in a breathless whisper, over and over, and he seemed to savor every sound she made. “Lando,” she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the tension building inside her.

“Look at me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze, and felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. He was so tender, so loving, and she couldn’t believe that this man—her husband—was finally hers. Forever.

She started to tear up, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment. “I can’t believe this is real,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

He kissed her again, slow and deep, his hips never faltering. “It’s real,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re my wife now. And I’m never letting you go.”

She felt the tears spill over, but she didn’t care. She just held onto him, her body moving with his as he made love to her with a tenderness that left her breathless. “Lando,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I love you.”

He smiled, his eyes soft as he looked down at her. “I love you too,” he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. “More than anything.” His thrusts grew a little faster, a little harder, and she gasped, her hips arching toward him. “Is that good, baby?” he whispered, his voice rough with need.

“Yes,” she breathed, her nails digging into his back. “Yes, Lando…”

He kissed her again, his lips soft and warm against hers. “Good,” he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. “Because I’m never going to stop loving you.”

Lando returned to slow, measured movements, letting the moment stretch between them like something sacred. He moved inside her with a rhythm that was unhurried, deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of her body all over again. His thrusts were deep, each one slow and steady, pushing her closer to the edge while still holding her there, suspended in the warmth of him. She could feel the way he savored every moment—pressing into her with tender care, pulling back just enough to make her ache for him. His hands slid up her sides, his fingers brushing over her ribs, his touch so soft it made her shiver.

“God, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire, “you feel so... soft. So perfect.” His breath was hot against her neck, his lips grazing her skin as he spoke. He tipped his head back for a moment, his eyes closing as he sucked in a sharp breath. “I can’t believe you’re mine. All of you... like this... mine.”

She whimpered, her nails digging into the muscles of his back as she arched into him. The way he moved inside her was almost unbearable, his pace so slow, so deliberate, like he was trying to stretch every second into an eternity. She could feel every inch of him, every breath, every heartbeat, and it was too much and not enough all at once.

“Lando,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “I can’t...” She trailed off, her words dissolving into a broken moan as he pressed deeper, his hips rolling against hers in a way that made her body sing. “God, you’re... you’re so good to me... so good.”

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her collarbone. “And you’re... fucking amazing,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers, and she could see the way he was holding himself back—how careful, how deliberate he was being. His hands slid down to her hips, his fingers gripping her tightly as he pulled her closer, his thrusts still slow, still deep.

Her breath hitched, her chest tightening with how much she loved him. She could feel the tears building again, her eyes stinging as she looked up at him. “I can’t believe this is real,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I can’t believe we’re... here... like this...”

He smiled, his eyes softening as he looked down at her. “It’s real,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. His thumb brushed along her hip bone, his touch so gentle it made her heart ache. “You’re my wife, Y/N. And I’m... God, I’m so in love with you.”

She choked on a sob, her hands reaching up to cup his face. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Her palms were warm against his skin, and she could feel the way his breath hitched when he leaned into her touch. She pulled him down for a kiss, her lips soft against his, her heart pounding in her chest.

He kissed her back with a tenderness that made her chest ache, his thrusts never faltering. His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She could feel the way his body trembled against hers, the way his breath came in shaky gasps. But he was still so careful, so slow, as if he was scared of breaking her.

“You feel... incredible,” he whispered, his voice trembling. His hips moved faster, his thrusts deeper, and she could feel the tension building inside her. She was so close, so close, and she could see it in his eyes too—the way he was struggling to hold on.

“Lando,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in his curls as she pulled him closer. “I’m so close... please...”

He moaned low in his throat, his thrusts quickening just enough to send her over the edge. “Come with me,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “Please, Y/N... come with me.”

And she did. Her body shattered as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her nails digging into his skin, her lips parting in a silent scream. She could feel him tense above her, hear his sharp intake of breath as he climaxed too, his body shuddering against hers. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as they rode out the waves together.

When it was over, when the world had righted itself again, he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. She could feel the way his heart raced against her chest, hear the way his breath came in shaky gasps. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering for a moment before he finally spoke.

“You’re my wife,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder. “My wife.” She could hear the smile in his voice, the way the weight of it seemed to settle over him. “I love you so much, Y/N. More than anything.”

She smiled, her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed her face into his chest. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. His arms tightened around her, and she could feel the way his body relaxed against hers. She sighed contentedly, her heart still racing as he pressed another soft kiss to her hair.

His hand brushed over her back, his fingertips grazing her skin as he tangled his legs with hers. “Sleep,” he said softly, his voice warm and filled with tenderness. “We’ve got forever, you and me.” She nodded, her eyes closing as a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. His arms tightened around her, and within moments, everything melted away in the quiet comfort of the night.

[starrcrxssed]

@sokovianspeedster​ (Pietro x Wanda)​

Continued from here

Time was a strange, strange construct. She noticed the smile he gave her, probably there and gone much too quickly for the average eye- but Wanda had adapted to catch his mannerisms between the blurs. She smiled back, happy that he was here. Happy that they had spent years apart and yet hadn’t fallen out of step even a little. She was happy to be in sync and teamed up again the way it should always have been. Wanda, was happy. She’d forgotten what that felt like. There was a dull ache somewhere hidden, a warning. Her subconscious telling her to be wary of such feelings, as they only made it hurt that much worse when it all cam crumbling down. It was inevitable.

But she pushed it aside for now. She focused on what she was doing, moving rubble and debris as carefully as possible to not further injure anyone trapped beneath or between. “Stronger...yes...” She shrugged a little, happy to not have to get into it all, not right now. “You could say that.” His entire presence put her at ease, enabling her to be able to get the job done without worry. “I need to move all of this stuff somewhere it wont hurt anyone. When you get a second...” She strained just a little, holding it all in the air, suspended and orbiting around one another. “Can you look around?” It would take him nanoseconds to find a field or ravine, or anything unpopulated to relocate all the wreckage. 

[lizardsfromspace]

Elon Musk defenders are pointing out how he visited the Auschwitz Memorial so he couldn't possibly be a Nazi, which is missing some context, in that he went there as a planned media event in front of cameras in an attempt to save face for responding to someone saying Jews push "dialectical hatred against whites" with "you have said the actual truth", and also to save face for telling offended advertisers to go fuck themselves, and that, literally just a couple days after returning, Twitter verified an account posting Hitler speeches. The "you have said the actual truth" tweet is still up btw, despite his penance tour where he posed in front of the cameras showing the exact amount of remorse needed to make Wal-Mart still buy ads on his website, but not enough that he has to actually ban a single Nazi from his website or delete his tweet endorsing them

[evielmostdefinitely]

slightly odd request but i’ve LOVED cold tonight and the others in the mini series and i was wondering if you could write something where reader gets into a disagreement with the caption wife of a politician snow HATES and reader does everything correct and is ‘well behaved’ for snow so when he gets her home she sort of breaks down in concern he’ll punish her and she’s worrying he’s mad at her but instead he just comforts her and tells her how good she is etc etc , maybe some praising smut if you fancy ? totally ok if it’s not your cup of tea !!!!

bitter cold |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested above :)

contains: alludes to dom/sub themes but not super heavy. possessive, dark snow. reader gets hurt (not by snow). slight smut at the end but not super graphic.

“Mrs. Snow,” The snarl in her tone, you could practically picture the baring teeth, lips pursed in a forced smile that resembled more of a grimace waiting behind you; Cypher Crane. 

You turned, a polite smile on your lips- years of training. These dinners weren’t new to you by any means. You had grown up attending numerous socialite events such as this, only now, you were the President’s wife. 

“Cypher,” You greeted the brunette woman with a clenched grin. “Lovely to see you.” 

“Yes,” She hissed, eyes trailing down your figure, over your outfit with a flare of her nose in disapproval. “I’m sure it is.” 

You winced, sucking in a breath. And so it begins, you thought. Cypher was your age, you’d grown up going to school together, school yard friends even, at one point. Until you married Coriolanus. Since the death of her elder sister, Arachne, the entire Crane family had blamed Coriolanus. It was his idea that they go see the tributes, and therefore his fault she died. It never bothered Corio, he’d roll his eyes and wave it off, “The family is grieving. Let them blame me if it makes them feel better.” He’d scoff. Still, it upset you, their constant provoking. 

You cleared your throat lightly, scanning the room for Coriolanus on the other end, desperate to be away from Cypher, the tension already too much. “If you’ll excuse me, my husband needs me-” 

“-No, I need to have a word with you.” Cypher blocked your step easily, clutching her champagne flute. Your heart hammered, trying to stay calm, cool. 

“About?” You lifted a brow, tone lifting to stay light and casual- unbothered, hoping you would stay the same. 

“The games,” Her eyes narrowed, lips fixing in a tight line. 

Your heart dropped. Corio had made a number of changes to the games. Alongside Dr. Gaul, the two were working to gain more and more viewers. His first games, and he wanted them to be perfect. The changes had been announced to the sponsors council only a few days prior. You were sure that was why Cypher wanted to talk to you.

“Your husband,” Her words drenched in venomous disgust. “Made changes to the games.” You sucked in a breath as she took a step closer to you. “To the tributes.” 

Your eyes darted around. Where were your friends? Where was Corio? Tigris? Anyone to help you. 

“Yes, he has.” You nodded, swallowing the growing lump in your throat. “Dr. Gaul and Coriolanus thought it best that the tributes be welcomed and celebrated for their sacrifices-” 

“-I fucking know what he said.” Cypher snapped, her voice bouncing off the marble of the room, catching the attention of the guests around you- maybe the whole room. You were too scared to look, truthfully. Coriolanus’ icy, curious gaze had found yours, brows furrowed. 

“I was there when this ridiculous idea was presented, and quite frankly I’m surprised at you.” Cypher sneered, finger jabbing dangerously close towards your face. “Your own daily endorsing this-this monstrosity. Treating tributes as heroes? Funding new trains and tearing down the tribute zoo? Giving them this pedestal to parade around on?” 

“Darling,” Coriolanus’ tone was tight, it made your heart skip. You looked at him, eyes rounded in fear, pinned against the wall. Cypher close to you, Coriolanus behind her. “Is everything alright?” You knew he was upset about the commotion, the improperness of it. 

Your words jumbled in your mouth, fumbling over a calm, collected response. Cypher never turned, never moved, kept her furious gaze on you. “You know my sister was killed by one of those tributes?” Cypher sneered. 

The room stilled, Coriolanus’ eyes falling to you. You weren’t sure what to do, uncomfortable and a little frightened. “You do know it, and now you want to reward them? Reward the rebellion? That’s what you’re doing aren’t you?” 

“No.” You shook your head. “No, never, I- we would never-” 

“-Liar!” Cypher roared, lunging at you. She shoved you against the wall, your head smacking the heavy marble, wincing through clenched vision, waiting for the strike. 

Instead, Coriolanus had her, arms wrenched around her shoulders, shoving her with such force to the ground before the Peacekeepers drug her away. “You killed my sister! You did, Snow! And now you’re rewarding the ones who killed her! Her blood is on your hands, you rebels!” 

“Move,” Corio shoved the Avoxes out of the way, eyes scanning over your features furiously. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” He whispered, jaw clenched in fear, maybe rage. 

“I-I’m alright.” You took a shaky breath, reaching to the back of your head, rubbing the forming knot. Corio’s grip tightened around you.

“Take her to my lab.” Gaul commanded the guards, bright eye wandering wickedly Coriolanus’ way. He nodded, lips pursed furiously, one arm around you. “Clear everyone out.” He commanded with a sharp jerk of his head. 

“Corio, I-I’m fine.” Your breath shuddered, gripping his arm to steady yourself. “Everyone doesn’t have to leave-” 

“-I’m taking you to be examined.” Coriolanus’ jaw was tight, pulling you down the Capitol’s steps with a fury. 

“I don’t need that, darling, I promise. I-I’m alright.” Your heart beat furiously. You had ruined his event. You knew how important this was, and you let it get out of hand. Now, Corio was furious, and why wouldn’t he be? 

“You need to be examined.” Coriolanus’ tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument. Instead, his hand wrapped tighter around your bicep, hauling you to the private wing of the Capitol’s mansion- your shared wing. 

You didn’t fight, sure if you opened your mouth, you might be sick. Instead you sat obediently, letting the doctor examine you, avoiding Coriolanus’ intense, watchful gaze on you. Your fate was sealed, you knew it. Knew that he was upset with you- that he’d punish you for such a display.

The doctor checked you, wrote it off as a mild concussion with orders to not sleep. Coriolanus’ response of “I will ensure of it,” in such a cutting, firm tone, made you shiver. 

The room was eerily still when the doctor left, just you and Coriolanus residing in your bedroom, a thick tension in the air. 

“How are you feeling?” You jumped at the sound of his voice, sharper than normal, though his brows were furrowed with something softer. Concern, perhaps? 

“I-I’m ok, Corio.” You swallowed your nerves, clutching the duvet of the bed. “Just an ache.” 

“How bad of an ache? You didn’t tell the doctor this.” Corio huffed, standing quickly, crossing the bedroom with a fury. 

“Corio, don’t. I’m fine.” You shook your head, moving off the edge after him.

 Coriolanus turned around, frowning at you. “You’re not supposed to be up.” He huffed, harsher than he meant to. “Sit down.” 

You flinched, scurrying back obediently. “I’m sorry. I-I just, I’m fine. I promise. I’m ok.” You stuttered, stomach dropping and twisting with fear. 

Corio paused, watching you with careful eyes. He’d written off your skittish behavior as fear from the situation, fear from being hurt. Now, he watched you cower before him, eyes peering at him the way those he executed did, trembling with pure horror. 

An unpleasant heaviness settled in his chest, sinking to his stomach. “My love,” Corio frowned, stepping towards you. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m ok, Corio, I promise. I-I’m just-just…” You looked at him, head turned down, curled into yourself. 

Coriolanus knelt in front of you, between your legs, taking your face into his hands gently, stomach lurching at the way you tensed. “What’s the matter?” He whispered, blue eyes scanning your face for a sign, any indication as to why you were so fearful. 

You hesitated, lip rolling between your teeth. You wanted to stay silent, be obedient and not further him any more. His gentle touches were lulling you, coaxing your own anxieties out of you. 

“Corio, I swear, I-I did not mean for that conversation to get out of hand as it did.” Your eyes met his gaze hesitantly. “I tried to excuse myself. I tried to de-escalate it, and-and move away, but she was so… determined.” 

Coriolanus waited, blinking, still in his own confusion. Your hands twisted in your own clammy grip. “I didn’t mean to ruin your event. I-I was just trying to be polite and-and it got out of hand-” 

“-I know that.” Coriolanus tilted his head gently. “Darling, this isn’t your fault.” 

“She approached me, and-and I should have walked away or-or called you over-” 

“-You did what you should have done.” Coriolanus said firmly, lips pressing together. “I need to know who is with me and who is against me. There are far too many rebels, unscared and ready to strike. Clearly, the Crane family is one and will be dealt with.” You shuddered at the sneer in his tone, the venomous threat ominous of what was to come for the Crane family, what Cypher was already experiencing in Gaul’s lab. 

“I wish that would have been done without her laying a hand on you,” Corio grit, anger flashing through those dazzling, blue eyes that had you swooning when their gaze met yours. “But, I can assure that will not be possible for her to do. Not for much longer.” 

Your grip tightened this time, clutching his hand fiercely, like a lifeline. “You’re not angry with me?” 

“I could never be.” Coriolanus shook his head. “You defended me, I heard you- others heard you.” His lips curled in a soft smile. “I couldn’t have asked for anything better.” 

You beamed under his praise, relaxing into his touch. Corio’s fingers brushed over your knuckles carefully. “Are you feeling ok?” He asked, softer now. A touch of… worry in his tone? 

“Yes,” You nodded, pressing your forehead to his, your noses touching. “It’s just an ache.” 

Coriolanus’ hand tightened in yours. “I should have her whole fucking bloodline removed for that. For putting her hands on you.” 

“Don’t.” You whispered, shaking your head gently. “She’s upset. She lost her sister.” 

“She’ll be losing more than that tonight, my darling, rest assured.” Corio hissed, that cloudy darkness seeping back into his gaze. “I will make sure of it.” 

You didn’t fight him, didn’t try to sway him. You didn’t want to upset him further, there was nothing that could change Cypher’s fate anyways. 

Instead, you let him dote on you. You let Corio’s fingers brush through your hair, parting your scalp, running lightly over the small knot there. His lips were soft, pressing a gentle kiss to the sore area, before replacing it with ice. He even held the ice pack in place when your arm got tired, like a true, doting husband. 

Your eyes would droop, a soft pat to your leg waking you, a stern stare that had you blushing bashfully, thighs pressing together. 

“You have to stay awake, my love.” Corio reminded with a soft grumble, rubbing your scalp gently. 

“So keep me awake.” You purred, pressing up on his chest lightly, body between his legs. Corio grinned, hands cupping your cheeks, pulling you into him, lips hungrily devouring yours. He moved you gently into the goose feather pillows, lips dragging down your cheek, jaw, biting at your neck. He was so sweet to you, fucking you how you liked- on your stomach, his body folded on top of yours, hands intertwined, hot breath grunting and moaning into your ear.

[funishment-time]

🎁 Day 10 of the DR Winter Gift Calendar has arrived with Teruteru- and Nagito-themed gifts!

(A masterlist of all gifts will be posted at the end of the event!)

💀🍀 NAGITO - DISCORD STICKERS

a great addition to any server, these 600x600 transparent Nagito stickers are sized perfectly for the, uh, sticker function. (that is to say, these aren't emotes. though i suppose you could try to use them as such, they might be too tiny to see.)

you can also use them anywhere else that has a sticker feature, like Telegram! let the memes begin!!!

💝 [download as zipped PNGs] 💝

🧑‍🍳 TERUTERU - PRINTABLE GROCERY LIST

everyone's got their own opinions on the most, um, amorous little man alive, but one thing's for sure: he can cook a mean anything! and unless he's a Food Wizard, i imagine that he's gotta go down to the Wal-mart produce section every so often. take Teruteru with you to the grocery store with this printable list, measured at a half-page (8.5"x5.5")!

avril lavigne!!!!

💝 [download as a PNG or a PDF] 💝

[thank you for the transparents: 1 ]

➡️ you may freely share, use, and edit these: just link back if you post them online!

[See other 2024 Winter Gift days at the tag #danganronpa❄️24!]

[sashi-ya]

東京 NIGHTS mini event

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓂃 ࣪˖ toji fushiguro x f! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. a miserable Toji founds the living image of his death wife in you, a sex worker at Kabukicho.

requested by: Anonymous ➡ omg i've been waiting for you to write for jjk!!! please Sashi, can you write an nsfw toji x f! reader with the prompt The red lights of Kabukichō. tw: MNDI. dark! content. reader is a sex worker from the kabukicho red district. toji has no respect for you. oral, rough, spanking, slapping, unprotected sex, cream pie implied, you look like Megumi's mom. first time I write for Toji pls be soft on me. wc: 2k masterlist

A lucky round, for the very first time at Pachinko. Fushiguro Toji feels pleased; he lies on the backrest of his seat, right in front of an old machine and next to many other people desperately trying to win something. The more desperate they get, the more they lose.

Poker, Mahjong, horse races. money, lose the money. lose your life, lose the time until it is over.

“It looks like you have a lot of luck tonight, mister” a woman whose face he simply ignores, paws his wide frame.

“Get off, bitch” he mutters, scaring her away with his sharp -but really tired- eyes.

The lady walks away, spitting expletives that Toji couldn’t hear -nor cared to do so-. However, consequences were about to hit him.

Two guys, or maybe gorillas, appeared right behind his seat. “Sir, I must ask you to leave” one of them says, trying to snatch him from behind, passing one of the arms around his neck.

Unfortunately for them, as well as for Toji, the strength and speed of his Zen’in body  allows him to not only avoid the attack but also smash the head of the aforementioned gorilla against the Pachinko machine.

“Fuck you” he grunts, knowing too damn well the aggression didn’t come because of him disrespecting a lady but rather because his “luck” wasn’t welcomed into their business.

Honestly, given the right moment, Toji would have killed them both in no time… but tonight was different; some years -he doesn’t even remember how many- have passed and today marked the anniversary of his wife passing.

Toji stole a bun from the guy that was sitting by his side and walked away from the Pachinko parlor before the astonished looks of the people there. Nobody dared to follow him, they knew death would find them if they dared to mess a single second more with that man.

His steel blue eyes shine red as the lights of Kabukichō receive him in their sensual embrace. The attractive concupiscence of beautiful women dancing on windows catches his attention, but no woman is enough to make him feel any type of pleasure.

He is well aware of the many scams there, but he is sure nobody could scam him more than he could scam them.

Many women and men come closer, wearing revealing suggesting outfits; they touch him, they call him inside their “shops”. Yet, Toji still walks unaware, as if possessed. Some even offer him their services for free, his handsomeness is undeniable; his strong physique, delicious and tempting.

“Sir, sir!” you call him, tapping insistently on his wide shoulder. “SIR!” you repeat, as he seems not to hear anything around.

Toji turns around, all of a sudden, grabbing your hand to stop poking him. “What the fuck do you want, I don’t wanna fuck you… you…” he angrily barks, stopping immediately after watching your face.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to… your… your wallet just fell from your pants” you tell him, scared and feeling the tight grip intensify around your wrist.

His eyes burn holes into yours, his expression turns troubled, darker. He is not blinking, and perhaps even not breathing.

“Do you work here?” he asks. “It’s my first night… I was promoting that- bar” you point out to the entrance of a quite ratchet facility of red and pink lights and semi naked woman pictures on their walls.  “I… your wallet” you murmur, showing him the black ragged leathery pouch that feels light and empty.

He lets your arm go and takes the wallet with absolutely no interest. His eyes, however, never let go of your face… you must be an interest to him?

“You… what’s your surname?” he asks, as if he was waiting to hear something revealing.

You frown; why would a complete stranger ask for your surname? Men in here only want one thing, and to them what’s your name is totally irrelevant for that purpose.

“It’s (Surname)” you tell him, either way. You had nothing to lose, after all.

He seems relieved but also a little disappointed. Truth is, that you look incredibly similar to his late wife… “Come here, I want you” he simply states, pulling from your hand to the inside of your work place.

You follow him with no time to say no… you wouldn’t say no anyway.

There is not much your boss can do either; he is in fact pleased to know that right after he hired you, you have already given him a client.

You open the door to the “rooms”. Precarious looking places that no man cares about as they only care the true purpose of his visit.

Once inside one of them, you close the door, and the red lights bathe both of your bodies as if it was a blood bath.

“Sir, which service would yo-“ you ask, but you are immediately silenced by his hand on your mouth. He pushes you to a round bed, making your back hit violently the mattress. You blink twice before he could pounce into you.

Toji is big enough to smash you with his body, and you honestly would love to die underneath his prominent chest tonight.

“I don’t care about the services you give, spread those legs” he orders, slapping the inner side of your knees.

You let your legs open wide, falling to each side. The short skirt you were wearing invites him to taste you; the buffed man with a scar on his lip sees everything you have to offer.

He smirks, so dark. And then, takes his black shirt off. His body is by far better than what you thought that tight shirt had already revealed to you. Each muscle perfectly showing like it’s been sculpted on his skin. The wide shoulders and prominent collarbones and pecs… he is the total embodiment of carnal desire.

Toji’s brute hands rip your almost transparent thong now; the elastic band snapping on your hipbone makes you squirm owning yourself to get his hand around your neck. “Stay still, bitch. You will have enough time to squirm around once I fuck you”

Your insides tremble, your core tenses. Such a disrespect makes you hornier instead of mad.

“Y-yes…” you stutter, finishing your words with a loud moan as his fingers penetrate you. Your back arches, and the more it does, the more he squeezes your neck.  

With lack of air and probably blue lips, your eyes turn white from pleasure. Your legs tend to close but you can’t as Toji prevents them to shutting.

“Hold on there, don’t close them. I need to prep you, you are too tight to me” he spits, reaching deeper with curled beckoning fingers hitting your top wall. You clench to the sheets, coffing and trying to grasp for some air… this man will kill you, and you will be smiling at him.

He takes his fingers out of you, giving you some seconds to rest. You watch your own arousal dripping down his hand and forearm. Toji sticks his tongue out in a disgusting, yet absolutely sexy way, and licks your salty products right from there.

“Not as good as my wife, but still good” he murmurs, leaving you startled… he has a wife?

Well, not exactly.

He turns you around from your right ankle, this man’s strength surpasses any limits. Your face hit the mattress, leaving you a little bit dizzy from the fall. Immediately after you could react, you feel two big hands lifting your ass from under your lower belly.

Knees carved on the bed, and also head as one of his heavy hands pass from your waist to your nape.

You sense two fingers spreading your folds, and the wet tongue of him licking from your clit to your ass. He has absolutely no decorum to do it, he does it so disgustingly lustful. Toji’s nose buries in your perineum as he sometimes focuses on your throbbing clit, sucking hard until your inner thighs begin to spasm and tremble.

Some spanks are added, that leave your cheeks burning. He goes even down, hitting the back of your thighs, a place that hurts but makes it even better. You are sure by now you must have created a pool of your fluids underneath you, and if not… well, you are most likely about to.

“Ehj… so wet…” he pants once he stops eating you out.

With difficulty you see him through the mirrored walls cleaning his mouth with the back of his forearm. Slanted eyes peek through black strands of hair, they meet yours and It’s both scary and hot.

Toji smirks, so devilishly and turns you once again around from your leg. You are like a mere doll to him.

He buries his fingers in your cheeks, making your lips pout and your eyes widen. You are still panting, so your breathing sounds loudly in between your fingers and a drop of saliva pools right in the middle of your lower lip.

That man has the look of a murderer, of a devil. With just one hand he gets rid of his grey pants along with his underwear. Your eyes confirm why he mentioned the need of you getting “prepped” as he exhibits his hard sex.

Purplish tip, veiny. It is not gigantic, but still constitutes a challenge for anyone to be able to take it. He is not going slow, nor carefully… and you know that for sure.

“I’m going raw, hope you are ready to become a single mother” he lets you know, as if you didn’t know already. You limit yourself to nod. You are honestly more worried for the integrity of your insides than that.

Toji kneels on the bed, sitting on top of his heels. He grabs you by your hips, pulling you over his lap to get your sex closer to his. A sex that with the simple touch of his warm precum covered tip makes your already overstimulated you to shiver.

His fist, also veiny, clench around his shaft. Toji pumps up and down two or three times and then plays with your wetting mess and his, giving you little slaps with his tip.

Strings of transparent lubrication mix; your neediness is that big you squeeze one of your breasts… it seems eternal, the wait, the desire…

The penetration. “Ngh…”

You arch your back while Toji penetrates you deeper and mercilessly, there is no escape as he has you trapped by the sides of your hips. Your toes curl, feeling the stretching of your cunt, and swearing his tip has probably reached a place nobody has ever reached inside you.

He begins fucking you, without moving a single muscle but his muscular arms. He is using you as a fleshlight, and his eyes are fixed in your beautiful pleasure façade.

“Keep moaning that way, you are almost identical” he grunts, moving you in and out faster and harder.

You aren’t very sure to who you are almost identical, but your brain has become nothing but a mere dumb slave of that lustful sexual torture.

He lifts from his heels, along with you. Your face and barely any of your nape remain on the mattress. To him moving your body, he adds his own hip thrusts. The sound of your skin slapping is almost as loud as your whining.

His forearm is the only thing holding you up by the small of your back, while his free hand now rips your little shirt open. Your breasts bounce in pure freedom, calling him to bite them so brutally. And so, he bends over to reach for your hard nipples.

Toji’s eyes never leave your façade, he seems possessed as he enjoys and also suffers.

“Fuck you bitch, how come you are that similar to her… you do the same fucking face” he spits, slapping your face and then burying his index and middle finger inside your mouth.

You choke but suck desperately. Your moans get muffled by his salty fingers; your sex has already undergone the stage of climax more than twice.

He can go for hours, pumping deep in you, biting your breasts, slapping you… and he does, until your conscious begins to fade, and he wishes to fill you up.

“Hold my cum inside, maybe I can give the fucking clan another kid” “Sir…? Which clan?”

I only touched her; I only fucked her because she looked just like you… I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so much...

[wearelondonhq]

IN THE LAND OF GODS AND MONSTERS..

london has never been a normal city. and by now, one would believe that its residents would know better than to gather in one place, hm? it seems as if they do not. in fact, it seems as if no lessons were learned from the last time that it happened and now, they've set themselves up for disaster once more, but.. we're getting ahead of ourselves. let's move backwards a little bit and appreciate the picture, shall we? families, happily enjoying a moment of normality, as they move around the festival. sharing an apple cider. finding themselves enjoying the terror of a haunted house. couples, stealing a kiss on the top of the ferris wheel. friends - enjoying the time spent with one another.. the terrors of the past long forgotten. or so they thought. for you see... it seems as if the ones who left the festival earlier had the right idea.

after all, how does the old saying go?

that's right.

something wicked this way comes and.. it's best to get the hell out of dodge.

if you can, that is.

some did. some found themselves growing bored about the festival and went home. some left and then returned, hoping to find their loved ones before heading home themselves. and some.. did not wish to leave, believing the magical night to be something worth enjoying for a little longer. little did they know that they were about to get their wish.. only.. things are never quite as we imagine them, are they now?

TICK. TOCK. TICK. TOCK. TICK. TOCK.

the sound of the clock should have been the first sign that something was.. very, very wrong. after all - isn't it what always happens in the bad stories? the clock strikes midnight, the fairy tale ends and the horrible, horrible truth comes to light. it wasn't that different here. as soon as the clock hit midnight - the doors to the festival were shut down. oh, no. that isn't bound to happen while so many people are still inside, is it? people looked around, desperate for answers. some moved to find their loved ones. some hid, knowing that something bad was surely about to happen.

little did they know. and little were they able to do, as the fog advanced towards them, clouding the whole festival arena and seemingly make it disappear.. almost for a moment there. only it did not, did it? oh, no. the result was much worse. slowly, one by one - the people that had been left inside the festival started to wake up.

some found themselves surrounded by familiar faces, in a completely different location.

some.. found themselves surrounded by strangers, in a place that they had been in earlier during the day. a place that had been filled with happy memories - with love and laughter - and that was now about to be filled with nothing but terror. regardless, if there was one thing that they all had in common.. it was the confusion.

how did we get here? what happened? what was that fog?

and of course, the urge to run when you find yourself in a strange situation is never easy to fight. some may be tempted to. some may be tempted to leave their little group behind and brave the storm for themselves, but.. sooner or later, they're about to find out that is a very wrong choice.

leave your little hiding spot only to find out that outside.. is completely different than you remember it.

a storm rages, making it impossible to see anything past the rain.

and that is not all, is it?

make it a few steps out of your little hiding spot only to find.. a monster, unlike anything you have seen before. now, this little beast can take many forms and.. some might be familiar to some of the guests of the festival, no?

a dementor, right out of the walls of azkaban.

a werewolf, with it's bite fatal to any and all vampires.

a demogorgon, straight out of the upside down.

a clicker, with a bite fatal to any and all.

and that is not all. who knows what kind of beasts are lurking in the corners, after all, just waiting to get their hands on a new victim? you don't know how to defeat them.

but maybe.. maybe someone in your group will know how. maybe.. that's the key, when it comes to surviving the night, is it not? work together and get out. work together and find your loved ones. remain alone and suffer the consequences.

the choice is yours.

the magic of london has once again decided to strike!! the visitors of the festival find themselves trapped inside, divided and scattered throughout the grounds, with nothing but strangers and a few familiar faces to keep them company. if they're lucky. and if they get the wish to step outside and attempt to find a way out of the carnival? well, that would not be very easy, considering there are dangers lurking in every corner and.. who even knows if there's a way out, hm?

OOC INFORMATION:

hello and welcome to our second plot drop, friends! as we all know, these are usually chaos, so.. who didn't see this coming? anyways! as you know, we asked for volunteers a little while back and here is the reason! characters were divided into groups and below, you can see the list! *for those who didn't choose specific characters to sign up, one of your characters was added to the lists at random as to keep everyone involved. now, remember - these groups have found themselves scattered throughout the festival grounds and are in no way near one another and so, if anyone wishes to leave in order to find their loved ones or to find a way out.. well, they better be prepared to find a few dangers lurking around the corner! without further ado - here are the groups and a little map to show how further apart they are!

group 1

mobius ( jami )

jess mariano ( brittany )

galinda upland ( kathy )

elphaba thropp ( bell )

will graham ( lola )

anastasia ( may )

nadja ( tay )

padmé amidala ( lizzie )

will byers ( aria)

mabel mora ( taylor )

angelina hoffman/acomb (maisie)

group 2

elena gilbert ( alex )

mark hoffman ( jami )

madelyn stewart / morgan stark ( bell )

silas ( may ) 

hope van dyne ( maisie )

scott lang ( bell )

hank pym ( brittany )

ravonna renslayer ( lola )

johnny cade ( laine )

lawrence gordon ( maisie )

qetsiyah (maisie)

group 3

gideon kramer ( jami ) 

aria montgomery ( jami )

loki odinson ( brittany )

laurie strode ( bri )

jane porter ( tay )

natasha romanoff ( bell )

jill tuck ( lola )

john kramer ( maisie )

ricky bowen ( queen )

lynn denlon ( maisie )

dalton lambert ( shay )

group 4

tony stark ( maisie )

nancy wheeler ( alex )

marta cabrera ( bell )

peter strahm ( maisie )

wednesday addams ( maisie )

peter parker ( bell )

rebekah mikaelson ( alex )

cecilia kass ( jami )

klaus mikaelson ( maisie )

group 5 

emma swan ( bell )

crowley ( brittany )

regina mills ( maisie )

helaena targaryen ( lizzie )

magnus lightwood-bane ( lola )

tessa young ( alex )

nick nelson ( vix )

caroline forbes ( ray )

morticia addams ( alex )

chris redfield (shay)

SOME HOUSEKEEPING!!

feel free to continue threads from the event itself!! especially if it explains how your character ended up running into a loved one or fighting them right before the fog hit - feel free to! all event threads should be tagged wal:autumnfest and all plot drop threads should be tagged wal:plotdrop2!

now - you might ask - can i only have threads with the people in my group? absolutely not! while we encourage everyone to thread with the people in their assigned group and plot out aspects - seeing as these might be characters who haven't interacted with one another in the past - you don't have to do just this! say that your character is brave enough to venture into the storm and ends up finding a loved one who did the same thing? perfect! say that they end up running into a complete stranger in the middle of the chaos, who knows how to defeat one of the beasts? even better! it is all up to you and to whatever you plot with everyone else - that is what this is for! for that sweet, sweet drama and future chaos!

is there a way out of the festival, one can ask? yes, there is. although the doors will open exactly once the clock strikes midnight once more - a day afterwards... a way out can certainly be found until then. does it come without consequences, however? oh, no. a werewolf bite? a run in with a vampire? an attack by a dementor? that is entirely up to you! let imagination run wild! however, as always - we ask for all major plots to be ran through the main and through us!

what about the loved ones of the people inside, one might ask? well, they're outside, of course! waiting, waiting and desperately looking for a way inside. and won't you look at that.. what better way to make friends than with people who are going through the exact same thing that you are? you never know. unlikely allies can be found in the strangest of places and perhaps, together, you can find a way in, but.. be careful with what you let out. no one wants monsters running around london. anymore than the ones we already have, that is.

the plot drop starts now and continues onwards, so.. as always - please feel free to ask if you have any questions and have fun!!!

we cannot wait to see where this goes! ♥

[demongemz]

“May I have this dance?” ( claudia & abigail )

Abigail had never had someone of her own, her father allowed her pets here and there but it was always the same story, the same idea that nothing would ever be permanent. She had found someone who could finally understand she’d never pushed too far out of fear of losing Claudia as a friend but when she asked her to the masquerade she couldn’t help but agree. The entire thing sounded right up their alley with the darkness and mystery that surrounded it. “How could I ever deny you a thing, it would be such a waste not to see you smile as we dance around these fools” she mused with a smile on her lips as she took the offered hand. @daydrcamings

[fcdcdmcmories]

⦁ 🎃 - Our muses go to the pumpkin patch (cory & gideon)

"I DON'T WANNA BE HERE, UNCLE. THIS PLACE IS CREEPING ME OUT." he wasn't about to hide the fact that he had seen a fucking grave with his name on it and all that seemed to be happening as of late. had everyone in this town lost their goddamn minds as of LATE? it seemed so and he would have said that he just wanted to go home but where was that? he didn't have a CLUE. clutching his hoodie tighter over his shoulders, he shrugged. reminded of how young it was that he truly was at this point? something like that. "it looks like we're about to get mugged and murdered anytime now. shouldn't we go home?" / @xtinyslip

[technofeudalism]

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[lizardsfromspace]

A key piece of the Jones puzzle is that, once upon a time, being a burnt out conspiracy weirdo was a significantly more bipartisan pastime. The right-wing conspiracy weirdos were way more dangerous - they made up the entirety of the militia movement in the 90s - and the more political, as they focused on fears of government takeovers, but it was once extremely common to find someone on the left - or who wasn't political at all - who couldn't stop talking about how UFOs were real and one was the Grassy Knoll.

This is exemplified by Behold a Pale Horse, a big tent conspiracy book that was meant for militia types, but also had chapters on UFOs, and also had chapters about how AIDS was bio-engineered to wipe out African-Americans, which garnered it an audience broad enough to include white supremacists and black nationalists and general UFO kooks, but also one of the chapters was literally just the Protocols of the Elders of Zion. People picked and chose what was relevant to them and ignored the rest

The last gasp of this was 9/11 trutherism, which is often inaccurately reported as primarily or exclusively left-wing, but there were a lot of left-wing believers, and it was the last conspiracy theory of its kind to gain currency on the left. One reason the protest art of the Bush years was so often, uh, bad was that too much of it flirted with trutherism, like, not directly but in a "we should ask Questions" way. If I had a nickle for every prominent political rap song of the era that paused for a verse about how Bush brought down the towers, I'd have two nickles etc. The first and only time I listened to Air America was some show where someone said we had to hear truthers out and. No.

But that was the era conspiracy theories not only gravitated towards the right, but also became far more current. People stopped talking about UFOs (even the UAP stories couldn't get people talking about them again) and they stopped talking about ancient events like JFK and MLK, once Obama was elected it was all about how he was going to throw all Christians into prisons inside Wal-Marts next Tuesday (a real thing they believed for a hot minute, it was called Jade Helm). We paved the burnt out stoner cousins talking about UFO abductions and put up a Joe Rogan. What a loss...?

[unformula1]

everything's falling apart (CL16 x reader)

everything’s falling apart (CL16 x reader)

part 2 (everything fell apart) | part 3 (everything's gone) series masterlist- everything (you're losing me)

synopsis: you can't find a pulse, your heart won’t start anymore. you and Charles’ relationship go downhill!

“I don’t understand!” Charles waves his hands in the air, infuriated.

“I know you don’t.” You say, holding back the tears threatening to spill out all at once.

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pairing: charles leclerc x reader

word count: 1135

a/n: i sure do love some angst. was meant to be a ‘you’re losing me’ based fic but gave up on that lol!

masterlist

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“I love you.” Charles says.

“I love you too.” You reply, with a wide smile on your face.

Who knew how quickly that would fade, like a lost moment in time, gone with the wind. Within weeks of your newly found love (or so you thought), reality came crashing down, swinging at you in full force.

Love wasn’t easy.

It never was.

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“You really cannot be expecting me to do all this.” Charles says, leaning on the couch.

“All I’m asking is you try to be nicer when talking to me.” You rephrase your thoughts for the millionth time.

“Why?”

“Because some of the things you say hurt like hell.”

“I thought you were a phoenix rising from the ashes.” He quotes you, almost mockingly.

“Well, I try.”

“Try harder.” He deadpans.

“What?”

“I try hard too. I try hard to get where I want in life. You’re expecting it to be served on a silver platter.” Charles says nonchalantly.

“I try really hard too.”

“To do what?”

“Get a career? Be the perfect love?”

“It isn’t working then.”

“What?”

“You’re jobless and a hopeless romantic.”

You hesitate responding, nothing comes out. You try saying something else, but it doesn’t want to be said. The cat’s got your tongue. 

“I’m right, aren’t I?” He scorns.

No. The words refuse to come out. A wave of sadness washes over you and you feel extremely horrible, your throat is getting clogged.

You would give everything for Charles.

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“Are you ready?” Charles says coldly, adjusting the tie in the mirror.

“Yea.” You reply, putting on your rings and adjusting everything.

He turns to look at your outfit, giving it a really cold glare.

“What? Is it not nice?” You worriedly ask.

“Change.” He doesn’t answer your question.

“What? But I like this-”

“Change… now.” He says, pointing to the closet.

“Why?”

You didn’t know why Charles was being so rude about it; it wasn’t like him, but he’s changed, so what even is ‘him’ anymore? 

You and Charles stare into each other's eyes, his eyes cold and unreadable, as if he never wanted to be here. You look at him, not breaking any eye contact whatsoever.

“You have to change.” He says, sounding a bit more agitated this time.

“Why?” You repeat, increasing in frustration as well.

“Just please, go-” He says, looking away, his fingers rubbing his forehead.

“I won’t. I like this.” You stand your ground unlike most other times. You’re done with this. You’re not going to be pushed around.

“It’s… because… this outfit has too much… skin showing.” He says unconvincingly, “People will do weird things.”

Bullshit.

You look at the time, you two are already on track to being late to the most important event of both of your lives. After a long pause, a sigh, you change out and quickly put on another outfit. 

You hate this. You were supposed to stand your ground, but here you were, giving in again.

You would give everything for Charles.

But would he give you everything?

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“I don’t understand!” Charles waves his hands in the air, infuriated.

“I know you don’t.” You say, holding back the tears threatening to spill out all at once.

Both of you stand in the living room with a fair distance in between you two, it’s ironic, how much you loved this room. The warm orange-yellow light latched onto the wall was turned on behind him and it made him glow as if he was in the evening sun . You used to love it, seeing him smile while the light made him glow. He was perfect. Everything was perfect.

Now, there’s nothing perfect or beautiful about this. The light made him flash an angry glow, painfully dark red. His eyes glowed in fury, the lights made it ever so obvious. 

“Mon Dieu!” He says, throwing himself onto the couch, “I think you’re being dramatic.”

You might’ve bothered listening to what he had to say, if he didn’t proceed with a loud, disgruntled sigh and burying his face in his hands, letting out more grunts.

You’re done with this.

You turn around and storm into your room. It’s dark. You don’t bother turning the lights on and just sit on the edge of your bed. The tears start streaming down. 

It’s dark. It’s cold.

His hands wrap around your body, filling it with warmth. The tears don’t slow down, still streaming. He hugs you tightly, holding you in.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers into your ear, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“I’m really sorry.” He says again, much softer this time. You feel his warm breath on your skin.

He continues hugging you tightly, keeping you within his embrace as you sob quietly.

“I didn’t mean it.” He says again for the 100th time.

Does he mean it?

You don’t know and it’s eating at you. He says this all the time after every single one of his outbursts. The pain doesn’t go away, it never does. He could hug you and shower you with gifts but the ‘you’re useless’ and ‘you’re being dramatic’ never leaves you. 

He’s sorry.

But is he?

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“Again?” You ask, trying to give off a little bit of disappointment.

“Yes. Again.” Charles says, adjusting his suit.

“You’re going out again? For the fifth time this week?” You ask, attempting to bring across a point.

“Your point?” He shoots it down almost instantly.

“Stay at home? Maybe spend time with me?” 

“I see you all the time. I see these people too little, I’m seeing them more.” Charles says.

“Yea but-”

“It’s a special time for me.”

“I know… it’s just I was hoping we could spend some time together.”

“Next time.”

“But-”

“I promise.”

“Fine…” You reluctantly say.

“Call me if you need.” 

He says and gives you a quick smile before kissing you on the cheek.

You love Charles. You really do, but lately it’s disappearing. It’s fading. 

You can’t lie to yourself anymore, this definitely isn’t going to work out and there’s only a matter of time before your relationship implodes, but you love him so much, you can’t let him go… not yet.

You love Charles.

You’re on borrowed time.

He doesn’t love you back.

It hurts. Your heart and mind conflict, you would never think in a million years you’d have to be thinking about this. Charles was supposed to be your prince charming, your Mr Perfect, your everything but here you were, on the brink of tears because of him.

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You needed someone right now, maybe to come over and hang out with you. Someone to share your sorrows with or someone to cry on; seeing as Charles had no intent of giving you the necessary attention, you turned to your next best source.

“Hi.” He finally picked up.

“Hi Arthur.”