#sneak peak saturday

[guardian-angle22]

@whenshereads tagged me in Sneak Peak Saturday. and while I don't write fic, I have been working on my latest TK/Carlos + Touch set and I am going to take this opportunity to ask if this gif:

is too distracting to include in the next set? 🤣👀

[bangpop91]

Sneak Peak Saturday

Enjoy a couple of sneak peaks of what I am working on.

Another snippet of the ugly Christmas sweater party story that was not supposed to be this thirsty 🤣🤣🤣

Karen tastes like hot chocolate, chai, and sugar cookies driving Hen a little crazy pulling Karen in even closer by her waist gripping her ugly sweater tightly in her fists. “That is a beautiful shade of lipstick you're wearing.” Chimney teases  her when they finally rejoin the party. “Thanks, I love your lip gloss.” She teases back, clearly her and Karen weren't the only ones taking advantage of Bobby and Athena's mistletoe. Chimney doesn't even pretend to be embarrassed as he tilts his head back, laughing, completely at ease with having Maddie's rose pink lip gloss smeared across his mouth.

And a snippet of the final chapter of Carry On My Wayward Son.

“Hen! Tommy says it's lame to celebrate birthdays as an adult.” There's a tussle on the other end of the line as Tommy sits on his lumpy couch he found at Goodwill for fifty bucks. It's ugly, kind of uncomfortable, but it reminds him a little of the couch that used to be in him and his mom's old apartment. “Listen here you little shit.” Hen says clearly winning the fight for Howie's phone. “You are going to come out with us tonight for beer and wings. We are going to do birthday tequila shots, And if you're lucky I won't smash your face into more cake for telling us no.” Tommy laughs tucking his phone between his ear and shoulder twisting off the cap of his beer. “Or I can sit on my couch order a pizza and catch the pay per view fight like I do every year on my birthday and you can smash cake in my face next time you see me.” Tommy says turning on his tv looking for the MMA fight he was planning on watching.

Tagging @girlwonder-writes @marvelousbuckley @racerchix21 @rdng1230 @thecarrott

And @herrmannhalsteadproduction @cliophilyra @missmeryl92 @nine-one-wanton @thepinkcrayon

[violafzine]

SNEAK PEAK SATURDAY ♥️♥️♥️

This week's sneak peak is ♥️ : "Memories," a bittersweet "photograph" by @dearest-solitude. If you want to see the full picture, check out our shop for a copy of A Good Match Zine! There is a week an a half left to order!

[buboloboogie]

Just a shitty little Emezil for Suck Saturday BRUAH!!!!!!

[sideblogdotjpeg]

i am not immune to launchpad sol and albin thoughts

[hxneyfarm]

this scene isn't dropping for another couple of weeks yet, but i'm kind of obsessed with it and wanted to share anyway <3

They’re covered in one another, and neither of them moves.

Neither of them moves, until Steve kisses him.

Steve’s kiss is the giddy thrill of nailing a complicated guitar solo for the first time. It’s every morphine drip dream Eddie swam through on his way back to the world of the living. It’s the relief in Steve’s voice the first time he said Eddie’s name in the hospital.

Steve’s kiss buries itself into the marrow of Eddie’s bones and stays there, even after Steve breaks the kiss and collapses in a heap on top of him. It knocks the wind out of them both. Eddie can feel the shape of Steve’s mouth against his pulse.

Eddie half expected Steve to freak out. This is another level entirely to what they’ve been doing. Eddie can hear Robin’s voice in the back of his head: Sex. Is not. Limited. To penetration. Eddie’s no expert, but this? This was sex. Or something like it.

“Stevie, you can’t fall asleep on me right now. I can’t breathe.”

“Gimme a minute. Can’t move. Won’t fall asleep.”

“We’re still naked.”

“I know, gimme a minute or I’m gonna freak out about it.”

read the first four chapters of greatest hits here

[tbb-appreciation-week]

Announcing TBBAW 2023 SNEAK PEEK SATURDAY

I asked, you responded, and the results are in!!

(ID in alt text)

The result speaks for itself, so I'm calling for all the willing participants to share snippets of their writing and/or or art in progress, starting this Saturday, July 15, and for the next 7 Saturdays after that, ending on September 2, just the day before the appreciation week starts.

The purpose of it is to hype ourselves about the event, tease our followers with the coming content, and perhaps help to motivate those who are struggling with a particular piece. As a writer, I know that encouragement do wonders for motivation.

But like I said in my previous post, this is an optional activity. If you want to hold on and share all the goodies only in September, you can do that. Or if you had a rough week and couldn't progress in your piece and have nothing new to share, skip that week. Likewise, If you don't want to share a bite of what you did that week because spoilers, then don't.

You do want to share something to tease people with a snippet or sketch that you're really proud of? Then post it on Saturdays, with the tag #TBBAW sneak peek saturday and @ this blog, so the fandom can go nuts about it. (Don't forget to add the necessary tags, following the guidelines here)

I'll be on the lookout for everyone's posts to reblog them. I can't wait to see what you've been working on!

See you on Saturday!!

[shinigami-striker]

[Sonic Prime] Season 3 Clip | Saturday, 01.06.24

In 5 days, it all ends here, but first, here's Sonic and Shadow attempting to escape the decaying Ghost Hill.

Watch more of Sonic Prime on Netflix!

[bornangelauthor]

Weekly Writing Update/Newsletter 64:

The Newsletter Blog is up! This week is short and not much happened, but there's a couple announcements and a sneak peak at the cover of the Christmas book and some news about April's book too!

[violafzine]

SNEAK PEAK SATURDAY SUNDAY ♥️♥️♥️

This week's preview is 🌊: "Final Burn," a lovely SFW fic by @eternallost. If you want to read the rest, check out our shop for a copy of A Good Match Zine!

[mercurycft]

𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 - 𝐋𝐖

## reader x leah williamson !! MINI FIC

hi pookies!! i’ve really been enjoying writing shorter and fluffier fics recently! somehow this ended up being a bit longer than intended! i hope you enjoy this! more to come. you’ll be able to find them under the “mini fics” section on my masterlist!! love always - RG x

2k words!

no warnings. pure in-love sweetness.

"so, what do you think, le?" you asked, eyes sparkling with excitement as you held up a newly-purchased jersey with the number six emblazoned on it.

leah looked up from her laptop, a smile playing on her lips. "it's perfect, lovie, just like everything else you pick." you replied with a sweet smile and a gentle eyeroll, folding the shirt neatly and pushing it to the side of the sofa which remains empty beside you.

the two of you sat in leah's living room, which as of a few days ago was now officially also yours too, cozied up beneath a blanket. you sat surrounded by boxes containing all of your beloingings, labelled by room and organised neatly into piles. re-runs of old shows playing on the tv ahead of you, casting flashes of colour across the room, overpowered by the lamp light from the corner of the room.

though you sat close together, leah had angled her body and screen away from you. tapping away on the keys with narrowed eyes of concentration. "what're you tip tapping away so furiously at?" you teased, lifting your head exageratedly to sneak a peak at her screen.

"hey, no peaking!" she quipped back, pulling the screen down to sheild it. "good things come to those who wait, love." she spoke after a second, lifting her hand and brushing her knuckles against your cheek gently.

"fine," you huffed, tilting your head to kiss her hand softly before turning back to the screen in front of you; attempting to drown out the noise of her tapping with the serene sounds of gavin and stacey.

the football season was in full swing, and your weekends were usually spent cheering from the stands, so a saturday in together was a rare but valued gift. you spent the time relaxing, allowing yourself to potter around. leah, on the other hand, seemed consistently distracted. whether that be by training, or whatever it is she seemed to be doing on her laptop or phone. you paid it no mind, aware of leah's growing responsibility. unbeknownst to you, that evening, leah had announced to the team her plans for the coming days.

you woke on sunday to leah leaning over you, training kit on and hair slicked into a ponytail at the back of her head. "good morning, love. im off in a minute, call me when you get up okay?" through the stirring of your sleep you murmured a small response and lifted to kiss her gently, before waving her out of the room.

it was past nine when you finally woke up fully. leah long gone and already at training as you made your way around the house carefree. after a swift call to leah, a lazy breakfast and a hot shower - you stumbled into the kitchen; towel still in hand and scrunching the last of the water out of your hair.

the sun shone through the kitchen windows, casting a warm glow on the gleaming counters. it was quiet without leah's usual 'morning country session' as you called it, and the sound of her soft singing echoeing through the hall. you grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table, scrolling through your phone.

your thumb froze mid-swipe when you saw a message from leah pop to the top of your screen. "hey, the girls keep bothering me about seeing you. wear your new jersey. love you x" you stifled a laugh at the thought of beth forcing leah to type and send the message, shaking your head softly and typing small reply.

you took your time getting dressed, slipping on the jersey adorned with leah's number six with a sense of pride. wearing it felt like a silent declaration of your support and love for her. as you made your way to the living room, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house.

your face screwed together with confusion, taking a second to swipe your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans to check the time. half ten. "can't be leah then," you thought aloud as you made your way to the front door, you swung it open to reveal beth. stood in her kit and holding two take-away cups of coffee in her hands.

"good morning, my favourite wag." she spoke cheerfully, moving into the open space you had created by opening the door further to let her in. you shared a small hug as she came in, laughing at her comment.

"you know i hate when you guys call me that," you laughed, but shook it off, taking one of the cups from her as she thrusted them towards you. "you're the best, but can i ask what you're doing here and not at training?" you shut the door behind her as she advanced further into the house.

"i have a late start and leah said to come and get you because-"

"she took the car," you both said in unison, breaking into a small shared laugh over leah's predictability.

"give me two minutes and ill be ready to go, just have to go put on my jewellery."

you retreated back into the bedroom, as you reached for your necklace, the doorbell rang again. you huffed quietly to yourself, confused on who else could possibly be at the door.

"i got it," beth called from downstairs, opening the door.

"what was it?" you asked as you made it down the stairs, clasping the necklace around your neck and shaking your hair onto your back.

"just a parcel," she said shrugging, placing it on the kitchen counter and turning back to you. "ready?"

you nodded, grabbing your keys and checking for your phone one last time before flicking off the lights and locking the door behind you.

the car ride was quick, and you and beth chatted the whole way. once you arrived at the grounds, beth led you around to the side entrance, away from the usual doors at the front. "whats going on?" you questioned with a quizzical look, "leah said to bring you here." she replied with a seemingly unbothered shrug.

you followed her down the corridor and into the changing room, which was unusually quiet and empty. beth stopped you just before the double doors, forcing you to turn around and face her one last time. she smiled at you, with nothing over than love with a small hint excitement. "where is everyone? you lot are stressing me out." you laughed, attempting to break the confusing silence.

"they're all outside, probably running circles around your mrs." she teased, eyes flicked across your features and hair, then down to the jersey. you watch as a smile spreads across her features and she reaches for your phone out of your hands.

"you're scaring me, i dont want to go out there alone if everyone is out there!" you whined like an anxiety ridden child, taking a deep breath as beth pushed your hair off your shoulders and looked directly into your eyes.

"you'll be fine. trust me, go out there."

beth nudged you gently towards the doors, the sound of your heartbeat growing louder in your ears. you took a deep breath and stepped out onto the field, squinting against the sudden burst of light. once they had focused to the brightness, your eyes skimmed across the pitch searching for leah.

your gaze finally fell into the middle of the pitch where players and staff seemed to crowd around someone down. your face fell into concern when you realised leah wasn't standing with them, and instead they were stood around her.

"leah?" you called, eyes wide as you sped up to reach the group. the sound of your voice brought a hush over the crowd, who all shared the same concerned look as they concealed leah from your view. you tried to calm your breathing as you made your way closer, mind reeling with the worst possible scenarios of why leah is on the floor. "leah?" you called again, now close enough to reach for some of the girls to move them aside. as your hand extended to push past katie, the girls in front of you parted - finally giving you a full view of leah.

however, it was not the view you expected. you had expected to see her on the floor, injured and writhing in pain. instead, what you found had you stopped dead in your tracks.

leah, knelt on the grass, her eyes glued to yours. her hand outstretched, a small velvet box balanced on her palm and clasped between her fingers. you couldn't read her expression, and couldn't bring yourself to say anything. the world around you seemed to fade into the background as you stared at her, your eyes wide.

you watched as she took a deep breath and began. "i have loved you from the moment we met on this very pitch, during that first interview all those years ago. i have loved you everyday since and will continue to love you everyday for the rest of my life. since that first day, you have changed my life in ways i will never be able to explain to you. i knew from the first time you laughed at one of my stupid media trained jokes that i would marry you. so, im down on one knee, ready to love you forever. will you marry me?" leah's voice was shaky and hopeful, her eyes never leaving yours.

you felt like the air had been knocked from your lungs. your hand flew to your mouth to cover the shock that washed over your features. the crowd around you was silent, their eyes flicking between leah and you, their expressions a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.

slowly, you stepped closer to her, the realization of what was happening settling into your heart. "are you serious?" you whispered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"as serious as i've ever been," she replied with a hopeful smile.

you dropped down to your knees in front of her, wrapping your arms around her and pressing a swift kiss to her lips. "yes," you choked out, the word barely audible but clear enough for the entire field to hear. the crowd erupted into cheers, their claps and whistles piercing the quiet air like a gunshot.

leah's face broke into a grin so wide it could've split her face in two as she watched the tears fall down yours. she brought the box closer to you, revealing the ring nestled inside. it was simple, a silver band with a small diamond in the center - but to you, it was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on.

you took the box from her, watching as she lifted the ring out and slipped it onto your finger. it was a perfect fit, as if it had been made just for you. "yes," you repeated, louder this time so that everyone could hear the conviction in your voice. "i'll marry you, leah."

the crowd around you grew closer as the teammates you had come to know so well rushed in to embrace you both. the warmth of their arms around you, the sound of their cheers in your ears. they wrapped around the both of you, all smiles and laughter.

as the congratulations died down, you took a moment to swat her shoulder with a stern look "i thought you were hurt!" you muttered, looking down at the ring sat perfectly on your hand, then looking back to leah who mirrored your wide smile. before you could continue back and fourth, the sound of renee's voice called everyone back to training.

"you two got something to celebrate," she said with a knowing smile, "but remember, we've got a game on tuesday." you both laughed, as well as the rest of the girls surrounding you as leah moved to give renee a quick hug. around you the team split back into their usual groups to continue with their session, but leah made her way back to you.

"mrs williamson. it suits you."

[ohthewh0rror]

NOVEMBER.

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — A sneak peak into a random day with your boyfriend.

Pairing: Tom R. x Reader / Matteo R. X Reader / Theo Nott x Reader / Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

TOM R.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, giving yourself one final look over. Finding nothing out of place, you stood there and just stared at your reflection for a minute. Today was always difficult for you, a day you both dreaded and looked forward to. Today was the second Saturday of the month, the day you reserved for visiting your little sister's grave. It’s a tradition you’ve held since she passed away 3 years ago.

For a long time you didn’t tell Tom about what you did, not wanting anyone else there while you grieved, but you finally came clean last week. Tom was someone you were very serious about and it was time he knew, you didn’t invite him, and you doubt he remembered, so you didn’t have any expectations of him going with you.

Still, it hurt a little that he wasn’t there. You knew his job took up a lot of his time, but you were hoping he’d make an excuse to leave for the day and be there for you. Swallowing your disappointment, you apparated to your family cemetery, just outside the gates. As the world came into focus you saw that you weren’t alone. There stood Tom, flowers in hand, waiting outside the gates for you. You walked up to him, tears already threatening to cloud your vision.

“You remembered…” your voice trailed off, biting the inside of your cheek to try and keep your composure. Tom gave you a slight smile, holding his hand out for you to take, “of course I remembered, it’s important to you, so now it’s important to me too.”

Taking his hand, you walked in with him, beginning to tell him about her.

DRACO M.

“Give me my shirt back,” Draco's voice sounded defeated as you held the shirt hostage behind your back. I knew this game wouldn’t last long, Draco was much taller, and though you hated to admit it, faster than you as well. Despite being at a disadvantage you couldn’t help but want to tease him.

Was it really so bad to want your shirtless boyfriend to chase after you? You didn’t think so.

“Y/N…” there was a warning in the way he said your name. A warning that you were in for it if you didn’t return his shirt. But, instead of scaring you, his voice sent a thrill up your spine. Your heart raced as you bit your lip, anticipating what was in store for you. You shook your head no, and took a slow step back.

Draco stared at you for a beat before rushing towards you. A high-pitched squeal left you as you turned, bolting towards the door. You’d only made it two feet out the door of his dorm when Draco’s arms wrapped around your waist, flinging you over his shoulder. “N-no! Put me down!” You exclaimed through hysterical laughter, fist hitting his back.

“You had your chance to do the right thing,” Draco told you, walking back into his dorm, the door slamming shut and locking behind the two of you.

MATTHEO R.

Mattheo wasn’t sure what to say to you that wouldn’t further piss you off. He knew you didn’t like when he let his jealousy cause issues, especially on nights that were supposed to be for going out and having a good time. But, when he returned with your drinks and saw a nameless wizard flirting with you, all he felt was the flames of red-hot anger sizzling away any rational thoughts he had.

Mattheo kept his cool as walked up to the two of you. He could tell the wizard was annoyed by his interruption, but the man didn’t say anything to him. Mattheo set your drink down in front of you before placing a chaste kiss on your lips. Mattheo could see you about to say something as soon as he pulled away, but before you got the chance to try and ease Mattheo’s anger, he had picked his own drink up, throwing it in the man’s face.

Tightening his grip on the heavy glass mug, while the man was temporarily blinded by alcohol, Mattheo swung and hit the man in the face. The man cried, falling back onto his ass, grabbing his face. Immediately, Mattheo was on top of the man, mug gone, settling on hitting him with his fist. Mattheo heard you yelling for him to stop, before he felt a spell hit his shoulder, knocking him off the man.

Now, after being kicked out and forced to calm down, Mattheo busied himself kicking rocks as you two walked to an apparation point. “Why did you have to do that, Mattheo?!” You sounded pissed, but at least you were talking to him now. “Because he had the audacity to flirt with my wife!” Mattheo exclaimed, trying to defend himself. You stopped, a look of disbelief on your face, “mattheo…really? We aren’t even married.”

“Yet.” Mattheo mumbled, not being able to bring himself to look at you, instead busing himself with pebbles again. You scoffed, walking off, leaving behind.

“Y/N! Wait!”

THEO N.

Theo was a big baby when he was sick. He didn’t get sick often, but you truly hated when it did happen. He was clingy and whiny, wanting all your attention. Which is how you ended up in bed with a sick Theo.

There was no doubt you were going to be sick tomorrow, Theo’s long limbs entangled with yours under the sheets. His head, clammy and hot to the touch resting on your chest, as you played with his soft brown hair. You felt bad as you heard his chest rattling with every breath. “Do you need anything?” You asked him, your voice barely above a whisper. Theo looked at you, chin resting on your chest, “can I have a kiss?”.

It took everything in you not to laugh in his face. That’s really what he wanted? No potion, no water, no soup, but instead a kiss? This man was something else. “Baby, I don’t want to get sick myself,” you told him. Though, you both knew that you were already doomed. Theo laid his head back down on your chest, but his head craned backwards, his lips puckered.

Tapping his puckered lips, teasing you, he waited for you to plant a kiss on him. You let out a laugh in disbelief, but gave in, giving him peck. Content, he cuddled back into you, falling asleep.

He’s lucky you love him.

[ravenstargames]

✦ Lost in Limbo Devlog #13 | 11.11.24

Feels good to be back! This is our first post-Kickstarter devlog and I'm so excited to be writing it.

First of all— Lost in Limbo was successfully funded on September 20th, 2024! 🎉🎇

Yep, it has been almost two months, but it's still something to celebrate! Thanks to every single one of you for making this possible! We didn't meet all our stretch goals (there were a lot and taxes are a pain) but that doesn't mean we are giving up on those. More on that another time.

There's a lot of things we want to show y'all, so let's jump into it!

A sneak peak of Envy's postcard!

Raquel has been working hard on getting the "special postcards from your favorite LI" ready to send them to print ASAP! Initially we were going to use art we already had of the LIs, but we thought it was more exciting to offer y'all exclusive art pieces. After this, Raquel will focus exclusively on the rework of the sprites!

We hosted a few polls and got a lot of feedback. If you missed it, you can check it here!

Astro says hello :^)

As you know, the Extended Demo will feature more locations, including a glimpse of the MC's city, Faybourne! Astro is getting the main street ready for you and your bestie as you go on about your day. I've calculated around three / four different and new locations to properly pace the demo as we imagined it in the first place!

The writing deparment (me. i'm the department) has been focusing on the Extended Demo script. I have a lot of things to play with, like the flavor choices, the personality choices, and more. I want to create a proper balance because one of the things y'all asked for was more choices, and the pacing needed a bit of fixing, as we already knew!

The Extended Demo will actually introduce characters you've heard about, like your mom, your ominous grandmother, and your bestie. So no more talking about them, you'll actually get to meet them like we wanted to!

There will also be more time with the LIs, and hopefully the amount of time you spend with each one of them will feel more balanced, too.

Programming has been an adventure! Huge shoutout to Feniks for helping me figure out how to properly make a toggle for the timed choices as well as helping me polish the personality system. What a lifesaver!

So the timed choices toggle now works perfectly. That means you'll be able to turn them off if you'd like to play the game without being jumpscared by a timer—that doesn't mean you won't be able to mess up, though, on purpose or not :^) This is a dark game, after all!

The personality choice system lets you decide how the MC reacts to things including the nature of your romance with the LI. That means dialogue will automatically change in certain parts of the game to reflect the personality of your MC, some options will be locked, some unlocked, etc. There's three different personalities available.

For colorblind folks, the choices will have a different icon when you hover over them for you to know they're different!

Also, I've started coding some extra mini cgs Kayden's been working on! There'll be more in the Extended Demo to enhance the experience, so we hope you enjoy them! :^)

All the packaging stuff has arrived to our provisional headquarters (Raquel's home), and our business cards have been secured! Every backer with physical goodies will receive one for free :^) This month has been all about managing Backerkit, orders and merch, as well as preparing the Extended Demo. We hope we can receive everything very very soon and start shipping packages starting December!

For now, that's it! There's a lot of stuff going behind the scenes, a lot of things that need attention, and a lot of planning happening. Also the catastrophe the DANA has been on our cities is keeping me a bit on edge, but I'm trying to focus on work. This Saturday I'm going on a trip to Greece with my family, so I'll disconnect then! It's our first time traveling to a different country since I was like...seven years old? And we have been saving up and preparing a lot for the trip, so we are excited :^)

I hope everyone has been taking care and doing alright! Have a huge hug from the Ravenstar Team, and see you around!

[yelenabemylova]

Red Wine Supernova - Agatha x Rio x Reader AU Chapter One

Summary: Agatha and Rio's marriage needs some spicing up, and they think they may have just found the perfect person to help them.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, toxic workplace behaviour, flirty behaviour from all three characters

Agatha winced at the sound of stairs creaking beneath her feet, her attempt to sneak upstairs most likely foiled. She stood in the doorway for a second, admiring the beauty of her wife basked in the golden glow of the sunset.

“See something you like?” Rio teased, turning to stalk towards her wife. “You wish,” Agatha scoffed as her eyes raked across her lover’s body adorned in a perfectly tailored black suit, her white shirt unbuttoned just enough to let a little cleavage peak out.

The two walked down to the car, a beautiful vintage Ferrari with an all-black interior and very tinted windows. Rio programmed the GPS to take them to a local Puerto Rican restaurant, it was their first date in months as their relationship had been through a rough patch, but they decided to try and rekindle the spark with a fun night out.

“If you don't take these glasses to that table right now, I will be keeping your tips for the rest of the month,” your boss snarled at you. “I earn my tips, you can't just steal them,” you bit back, sick of him. “You aren't wrong about earning them, sweet cheeks,” he smirked at you, slapping your ass as you ran out of the kitchen, your face as red as the wine in your grasp.

In your overwhelmed state, you couldn't see clearly and ended up running into someone, the contents of your glassware spilling all over them. Tears began to spill from your eyes as you apologised profusely to the customer, knowing your boss would be right on your tail asking you to hand over your apron.

As you blinked away your tears, looking up at the customer with shame and regret, a green mist settled around the small restaurant. The woman snapped her fingers, somehow making the stain completely disappear from her crisp, white shirt.

Before you could question anything, you were back in the kitchen, your boss reaching for the wine glasses he had previously given to you. You wondered if your mind had been playing tricks on you and you had imagined the catastrophe that had seemingly just occurred.

A loud crash snapped you out of your confused state, quickly spinning to see the cause of the noise. Your boss lay on the floor, a large shard of glass embedded in his crotch as he screamed out in pain.

Every customer fled the building before the ambulance arrived, taking him to the hospital. You sighed in relief, untying your apron as you walked out onto the floor only to realise a couple hadn't left and were seated at the window.

Quickly, you scurried over to them, tucking your notebook into your pocket when the lady facing away from you turned around and you froze in realisation. She was the woman you had spilled wine all over, but here she was with a perfect white shirt and no indication that she knew you.

“I'm terribly sorry, we're having to close the restaurant for tonight,” you explained to them. Neither of them said a word to you for a few seconds, staring at you as if they were having some kind of joint revelation.

“Would you like me reserve you a table for tomorrow? I'll even throw in a bottle of wine, on the house of course,” you flashed them a charming smile. You found that getting what you wanted was a lot easier when you were a little flirty.

“That would be great, thank you,” the one you hadn't imagined spilling wine on snapped out of her awestruck state. You quickly took down their names for the reservation and walked them to the door. “Will you be working tomorrow?” she asked you. “I will, unfortunately. Not my ideal Saturday night plans,” you sighed.

She bit her lip ever so slightly as she stared up at you from her seat, “well, now you know our names, it's only fair that we know yours.” You scoffed, laughing internally at her feeble attempt to flirt with you.

Turning your back to them, you quickly locked the restaurant door. Rio smirked at you as they both began to walk towards their car before she winked at you and shouted, “make sure that wine is red!”

[devildomcuties]

84: “I want to feel you inside” with mammon and fem reader please!!

Coming In First

pairing: mammon x f. reader

warnings: illegal drag racing, car sex, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie

The crowd lined the sides as Asmo stood between the two cars with a pink scarf in his hand. Mammon wasn't sure who the new racer was, but he didn't care. He had a lot riding on this race and had to beat this last opponent to make bank.

Mammon couldn't lie, he was stressed. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he revved his engine. His eyes were glued to his younger brother as the car beside him revved its engine.

"Ready!" Asmo shouts over the noise. "Set!"

Mammon rolls his eyes. Leave it to Asmo to drag this out. He would have come to the race alone if Asmo hadn't caught Mammon sneaking out of the House of Lamentation.

"Go!" Asmo pulls his hand down with the scarf and both racers take off. The roads are empty thanks to other people blocking them off.

Mammon slams the gas as he goes forward, aware of the racer beside him right on him. He swerves around a curb, then glides down the hill before hitting a sharp turn.

He grips the steering wheel tightly. He glances in the rearview mirror to see headlights behind him. He growls, slamming the gas as he swerves around a turn as the other car passes him.

"Fuck!" Mammon curses as he slams the steering wheel. He tries to catch up but the racer leaves him in the dust just as the finish line comes into view.

The crowd gathers at the bottom, waiting to see who the winner will be. Despite Mammon's best efforts, he comes in second. He curses, groaning as his car stops. He gets out of it, as Asmo goes to congratulate the winner.

The car door opens, and Asmo giggles as kisses their cheek once their helmet comes off.

Asmo moves out of the way and Mammon gasps when it's you who accepts the trophy filled with Grimm, his Grimm.

“Treasure!” Mammon calls out as he pushes through the crowd around you. You hand your winnings off to Asmo before you throw yourself at Manmon.

“I won!” You cheer as you kiss his face. Mammon wraps his arms around you.

“How’d you find out I was racing?” Mammon asks as the crowd disperses to end the night.

"Well, you always sneak out of bed on Saturday night, and I know there's nothing you love more than sleeping with me. So I followed you. I didn't think I'd win," you giggle as you hug him again.

"You little sneak," Mammon laughs as he kisses your head. He turns to his brother and tosses him your keys. "Take her car home."

Asmo nods, waving at the two of you as he places your trophy and Grimm in the passenger seat. He revs the engine before he takes off down the road, music blasting from the speakers.

"What do you have planned, baby?" You ask Mammon as he leads you to his car. He opens the passenger side door for you, helping you in before he gets in his seat.

"Gonna take you out," he says as he laces his fingers with yours, driving to the highest peak in the Devildom.

The sky looks beautiful. Mammon pulls his seat back, helping you into his lap.

"Congrats, Treasure. Who knew you had in ya," He teases as you place your hands on his shoulders. He moves his hand from your hips to your ass.

"I'd like to have you in me," you respond as you grind on him. Mammon moans as he kisses you, his teeth gently tugging your bottom lip.

"Soon, Treasure. I'll give you just what you need," Mammon assures you as his hands move upward to cup your breasts. He's a little reckless when he rips your shirt down the middle. Your bra nearly goes with it but Mammon undoes the hooks easily and tosses it in the passenger seat. His lips meet your skin, kissing from one breast to the other before taking a hard nipple into his mouth.

"Fuck, Mammon," you curse, arching into him.

So glad you wore a skirt, Treasure. Otherwise, I'd have to rip through denim and delay our gratification," Mammon grins as he bunches your skirt at your hips. He pushes your panties aside, groaning when his fingers meet your arousal. He slides two inside, curling them as his thumb finds your clit.

His name escapes you. Your greedy hands tug on his pants, palming his cock hungrily.

"Fuck me, please!" you beg, nearly in tears as you fuck yourself on his fingers, soaking them.

"So needy," he smirks. "Fucking yourself on my fingers like a good little slut. I want to feel you inside. Wanna stuff you full of my cock," Mammon groans when you kiss him, your tongue meeting his, sucking it before you unzip his pants and pull out his thick cock.

"Mammon!" You whine, as he slowly removes his fingers from your cunt. He sucks each of them clean as he locks eyes with you. He laughs when you grab his cock, line it up at your entrance and slide home.

You moan loudly, and your nails dig into his arms as you bottom out. Mammon curses, and he kisses you hungrily. You'd love to take your time with him, to fuck him until morning but you know Lucifer will be calling you two soon, asking where the heck you've snuck out to. You're sure Asmo will keep your prizes safe but if Lucifer spots him, you'll all be in trouble.

At the moment, Mammon doesn't care. He's too riled up by you riding his cock like you'll never get to again. He'd love to fuck you on the hood of his car and would love to see the mark of your body when he presses you against it.

Mammon holds your hips, slamming into you over and over as your eyes roll back and his name fills the air as you orgasm with trembling thighs and loud cries of his name.

"That's it, Treasure. Cum all over my fucking cock," Mammon encourages as you tighten around him. Mammon fucks you through your orgasm, praising you as you clutch his shoulders. His lips meet yours as you shake.

"One more time for me, Treasure. Can you do that?" He asks softly. You nod, kissing him as his hand moves between your bodies to rub your clit. You grind on him, cursing as your body grows hotter until Mammon has you cumming again. He fucks you through it, moaning when he cums inside you.

"Fuck," he pants as he leans back in his seat. You giggle as you lean back, startled when the car horn goes off. Mammon laughs as he tugs you into his chest, holding you tight.

"I love ya, Treasure."

"I love you, Mammon," you say sincerely as you rest your head on his chest. Mammon rubs your back in slow circles as you catch your breath. He'd hate to pull you off him but he knows he should get you home.

"Come on, Treasure. We need to get you to bed."

"But I want to stay here," you whisper. "With you."

"We'll be more comfortable in my bed," Mammon says with a smile. He takes his shirt off to cover you up. You thank him as he sets you in the passenger seat. He fixes your skirt and panties, patting your cunt.

"Keep my cum inside you until I get you home. I've got plans for us," Mammon smirks as he turns on the car. You flush with heat, nodding as you buckle your seat. You press your thighs together, eager to get home.

[raven-dor]

hi my dear💕💕💕💕 i just need some gwayne hightower stuff….😥😥😥😥😥and i think so much about gwayne x rhaenyra's daughter!reader (strong of course)-where she has to marry him to stop this damn war between green and black. and it's so hard for both of them…like they are enemies, she is from black side, he is green… i know it may sound stupid, but please, i would really like to read it!💕💕💕💕

LOVED THIS REQUEST!! this is getting POSSIBLY posted this SATURDAY at 4pm EST, so keep an eye out!!

until then, here's a sneak peak of when you light the candle...

“I understand that I am quite homely compared to the beauties of Oldtown, but…” She shook her head, stalking toward him with an accusing finger pointed. “You embarrassed me at my own wedding. The least you could have done-” 

“You are not homely, my lady.” He reached a hand out, caressing her cheek. “Quite the opposite really.” 

She tensed, pulling out of his touch. “You Hightowers, always planning something. I am the heir to the Iron Throne, and you would treat me as a common woman, not worthy of your love or respect. Even if I wasn’t heir, you should never treat-”

She was quite beautiful, he’d noticed. Watching her rant about his family filled his heart with something he couldn’t quite place. Her eyes were passionate, full of fire and drive. Her hair was quite beautiful while it was down, so dark and full.

“Are you- are you even listening to me?” 

Gods, she had caught him staring. “I-” 

“I’m sure you are fantasizing about how you will take me during the bedding ceremony, but I assure you, this will be the most uninteresting moment of our married life. Hopefully, I will embarrass you as much as you embarrassed me.” She crossed her arms, satisfied with her dig at his supposed thoughts. While he struggled to find the words to respond, she began to remove her clothes, remaining covered by only her thin slip. 

His cheeks grew red, and he raised his eyebrows, trying not to combust. “Bedding ceremony?” Gods, his voice sounded as if it was being squeezed.

“Are you playing dumb?” She scoffed. “I am sure you have been to plenty a poor maiden’s wedding night.” 

He tilted his head, thoroughly confused. “I’m sorry if you have been led astray, but there is to be no bedding ceremony.”

“Ah.” She somehow felt… disappointed? “My mother saved me from that embarrassment at least.” 

“Well, it was actu-” She stormed past him, slipping on her robe and slippers. “Where are you going?” 

“Away from you. I don’t trust you not to-” 

While she was stunningly beautiful and quickly driving him into a stupor, he could not stand by and let her assume the worst about him. “Listen to me when I say this- I do not ever wish to embarrass you. Ever. It was I who denied the bedding ceremony. They brought it up to me, and when I denied them…” His eyes became dark. “That is a disgusting and vile tradition, one that I do not wish to practice.” 

She felt warm and caught herself smiling. Shaking her head, she pulled her robe closer to her body. “You- you vex me.” 

He laughed, stepping closer to her, a smirk gracing his handsome face. “You vex me just as much.” He held her hand, kissing the back gently. “My lady.” 

“You-” She growled, stomping her foot like a child. “Good night my lord.” Whipping around, she practically flew out the door, leaving Gwayne alone in their chambers.

hope you enjoy!!