A taste of smut from the next chapter of my Khanbatch fic. I hope you find this bit of a tease…satisfying.
His little desert rose had yielded to him as readily as he had expected. So deliciously soft as he kissed her, allowing
his every advance while molding her supple body against him without hesitation,
thus confirming what he’d known within the hour that they’d met—she wanted
him. Despite the dire situation he’d
dragged her into, despite her very rational reasons to fear him and the dubious
fate he might bring her to, despite simple common sense and the instinct for
self-preservation, she wanted him.
What he hadn’t foreseenwas how badly he’d come to want her.
“Oh, that princess… She’s quite an interesting one, let me tell you. You wanna hear something juicy? When we reach a certain age, even the princess comes to a point where she has love on her mind, right…? [Of course!] OK, WELL… You didn’t hear it from me, but every night the princess goes on a little excursion inside the castle. Her maids say that she’s secretly meeting someone. Apparently, she’s not very good at the "secretly” part. So, one night, someone gave in to the delicious temptation of curiosity and decided to follow the princess… And guess what happened! [What happened?] The princess stopped in front of a large painting on display in the center of the castle. And she stood there just staring up at the painting for 10 minutes. And then went back to her room. Just like that! So when the person following her went to inspect the painting… You’ll never guess what happened! That painting…? [What?] This painting was of a hero and princess from several generations ago cuddling in one another’s arms… This person following her–it wasn’t me, I swear–continued to follow her every night! Creepy. And it was the same thing every time! Princess Zelda would just stare at the picture night after night… Not a very exciting end, I suppose. Maybe that’s not so juicy after all. Oh well. They can’t all be overripe fruit! The painting brought out a look of such admiration that had never been seen before in the princess. Now you’ve heard it. Go on, now. That gossip ain’t gonna spread itself!“ — Rumor Guy (A link between worlds)
Reader Request: Hi!! I saw u were doing request, I was wondering if you could so a samx reader. along the lines where they go on a bad hunt and the character gets hurt and sam blames himself and distance himself from the character because of his background with girls never ended well so the character leaves and he goes after her?? something along those lines and maybe some fluff and smut?? Thank you! no one have written any of my request yet so if u did it would be awesoem - (requested by @kylea-iamdivergent )
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 6,410
Warnings: Fluff, Language, Smut (unprotected sex)
Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this took a while to get out! I hope you like it!! It’s a bit long but…I kinda liked the idea of a slow-paced…love scene…*nervous laugh*
The hallway was pitch black. I could hear the low menacing growl coming from somewhere inside the house. It was distant but loud at the same time. My spine tingled with crazy anticipation at what I might find at the end of this god forsaken hallway. A part of me knew that separating myself from Sam and Dean was a bad idea, but my first thought was that if we separated, we’d get the job done faster.
But what about Carol’s less visually frightening weapons used inside Alexandria - her diabolical cookies? Sanders laughs and reveals he was the actual Baker of those delicious temptations. ‘I think Scott (Gimple) came up with the recipe, but it was an egg-less, milk-less cookie that was made with apple sauce and chocolate. I had a local baker make it, so it’s a real recipe and it really does work. Those cookies are phenomenal! We had to test how much chocolate or little chocolate she could use, so we baked a lot of cookies. They were never left over after we brought them to meetings. Yes, on the walking dead I making cookies.’
John Sanders - “Master At Arms - Carol’s Sniper Rifle and Cookies”
*TWD Official Magazine Issue #14, Fall 2015 - page 53*
Hey, have you seen the #location gothic meme going around Tumblr? If you had to make one up (say, Vos Gothic, or Iacon Gothic), what would it be?
You soar in over Hyperious, bound for home after a long night of socializing. As your weary optical sensors fix on the burning glitter of the skyline, you see something lifeless staring back.
A young mech with the diction of an old mech recommends an oil bar at the 49th crossing. It may very well be delicious, but resist the temptation. Everyone knows that the bots who drink there don’t come back the same.
The video surveillance on the towers is impeccable. Your neighbors greet you with lifted wings. Don’t ask about the 37th floor. The view from your window is like no other.
The Statue of the Lost Traveler is more peaceful than its popularity would suggest. If you sit beneath Parallax’s left wing at exactly the right time of day, you may just catch the sound of wet chewing.
You power down to Farglide’s Mix, because Farglide’s Mix is best enjoyed in a state of half-consciousness. “Good night, dream on, and keep listening,” he signs off. His optics dart from side to side, avoiding the space beyond the camera lens like his very life depends on it.
The dry days stretch on forever this year, and everyone laughs about how Primus must be Vosnian at spark. They carefully avoid mentioning that one season when it did not rain water.
i don't know if u accept requests, but can i have more fluff with Seven? He's just so cute I'm so obsessed with him and I love how you write him//∇//)○
hehehe awww thank you!!! your ask makes me sososo happy im still smiling eeee. well tbh requests are closed coz of busy stuff but HEY that never stopped me lmao so heres a sweet saucy fluff <3
His eyes burned the longer he looked at the laptop screen.
Nimble fingers typed the letters without ever looking at the keyboard, Luciel squinted slightly to make sure that the numbers were aligned correctly; the last thing he wanted was to make a mistake in the algorithm.
Amidst all the deep focus he was in, his eyes caught sight of slim fingers holding a small piece of vanilla cake.
He didn’t look at her, but a smile did finally curve at the corners.
Eyes still glued to the screen and fingers endlessly typing away, Luciel opened his mouth and moved his heart towards the succulent piece. However, he soon realized that the cut cake was moving farther and farther away from him. But instead of looking at the bearer of the delicious temptation or even bothering to ask the reason it was slipping away, Luciel just inclined closer and closer to the piece with his eyes focused on the numbers and mouth still gaped open.
But alas, all attention he had for his work crumbled into pieces once he felt soft lips kissing his right cheek.
Summary: Katniss and Delly are best friends who force Peeta, Delly’s little
brother, to play groom with them in order to create their dream wedding
when they are kids. Follow their story as promises are made, hearts are
broken and wedding plans are destroyed causing a war between the two
Why I chose this fic: I love this two part story based off The Bride Wars.
Summary: “I can`t do it. I can`t do it. It is wrong, so wrong. I would never be
able to see into Peeta’s eyes again. The thought to betray him, to abuse
his trust makes me ill. What a sleazy, obnoxious person I would be if I
would do it. But the temptation is too great."
Why I chose this fic: I would have done the same thing if I was in Katniss’ situation.
It’s seven in the morning and Alec has already decided that this day
will now be referred to as “The Very Bad, No Good, Terrible, Horrible Day”.
First, he overslept. Something, he never ever does.
He blames Izzy and Jace entirely. They had insisted on celebrating the
start of his internship at Brooklyn Hospital the night before. He had been working
hard to be a medical intern for years and he could finally see the end of the
road so it was indeed something to celebrate. Why he had forgotten that his
siblings could go overboard was beyond him.
They had ended up in a night club not far from the apartment they
shared. He hated the place but since it was close enough, he had foolishly
hoped that he would be home early. Clearly, he needs to rethink his logic.
After Jace had shoved one, then two, then countless drinks in his hands, he had
lost track of the time, control of his body and, if the headache that is now
making his head throb achingly is anything to go by, of his mind too.
Summary: “I can`t do it. I can`t do it. It is wrong, so wrong. I would never be able to see into Peeta’s eyes again. The thought to betray him, to abuse his trust makes me ill. What a sleazy, obnoxious person I would be if I would do it. But the temptation is too great.”