#this chapter is spicy

[chocolix76]

I'm going into severe brainrot please ask me questions about Anima Sola. Please ask me questions that will make me have a mini crisis because they're spoilers.

I'm going so crazy I need to talk about it

[choccy-milky]

insatiable clora and (barely) resisting seb from my latest chap🌡️💕

[emryx]

“I’ve got you.”

Inspired by a fic I found on accident and I’m sobbing over the Teia characterization. 100% recommend

READ IT HERE

Written by @/saessenach <3 We need more Teia-centered works. I love my man Viago, but Teia deserves all the spotlight she can get 🫠

[s30620]

Chapter 141: Eatin' Too Many Treats

Okarun's struggle with reason and instinct this chapter was interesting. He is used to listening to reason, which is why he thought of calling Seiko to neutralize the cursed object first. However, the delinquents and their instinct to put their lives on the line and go into the game to save their friend themselves made Okarun question his reason. He would never be able to forgive himself if he just stood around while Momo gets hurt.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Sugar & Spicy Books Chapter 1

Summary:  Y/N is an accomplished writer who is newly divorced, and out of fear of the unknown, moves back to her small hometown she swore she’d never come back to.  She comes across her best friend that never left, who helps her out of a tough spot.  Will old feelings arise?  Or is she just too big for such a small place now?

Warnings:  language, smut

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“And with all that said, you are now officially divorced,” the judge announced.

Y/N sighed heavily, closing her eyes.  The relief that flooded through her made her feel like she was floating, her heart soaring at the freedom it felt.  She opened her eyes and smiled as she stood and hugged her divorce lawyer, then started gathering her things.

“I guess that’s it,” Raphael, her now ex-husband, said as he sidled up to her.

“That’s it,” Y/N nodded, barely sparing him a glance.

“So um…everything is set up for you at the house.  All my things are out, and I got your car detailed as a, you know, sign of no ill will–”

“Raf, it’s okay if we don’t speak.  I’d rather we never spoke again,” Y/N said, finally facing him.  They looked each other over one last time before Y/N gave him a small smile.  “Goodbye,” she nodded at him, then walked out of the courtroom.

***

New York City felt too big.  The house was too big.  The car was too big.  Y/N felt like she was shrinking inside herself as she walked the too-quiet rooms of the brownstone.  She and Raf had never had any children, although he had pushed her many times over the years, sometimes too far.  But Y/N had been focused on her writing career, and not having children had made the divorce so much easier.  

“Y/N Y/L/N?  Oh my god it’s really you!  Can I get an autograph?” A woman approached her in the supermarket, smiling widely and slightly jumping as she rushed up to Y/N.

“Oh, um, yes,” Y/N stammered, taking the notebook and pen the woman shoved in her face and signing it.

“Could I get a picture?  The girls in my book club won’t believe it!”

“Sure,” Y/N smiled tightly, then tried to look pleasant as the woman wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in too close, smiling up at the phone raised high in her hand.

“Oh thank you!”  

Y/N managed to slink away from the awkward conversation that was about to ensue and quickly finished her shopping before running back home.  Her career had been successful, earning the top spot three times on the New York Times Best Sellers list, as well as book tours, big sequel book deals, and she was even in talks for one of her first books to become a movie.  The books were what would be considered “spicy” or “dark romance.”  She had no experience in actually having any spicy or dark romance in her real life.  Raf had been extremely simple in the bedroom, and part of their divorce stemmed from his insecurity about her stories.  

Six weeks after her divorce she had had enough.  She sold the brownstone, everything of value in it, the fancy car, and bought the car of her dreams:  a 1967 Volkswagen Beetle.  It was something she had always wanted, but seemed impractical or Raf would always talk her out of it.  She loaded what little she had left into the little light blue car and headed to Woodstock, Vermont.

Y/N had grown up in Woodstock.  It was a very small but scenic town that thrived mostly on tourism because of its quaint, old America charm, and access to nearby hills that made for great snow sports.  When she was 18 she had earned a full ride scholarship to NYU and had run from it as fast as she could.  It was just too small, too stifling, but now as she was dealing with how big the world felt after her divorce, she ran back home in fear and trepidation of what to do next.  

As she reached the city limits she heard the Beetle make a strange puttering sound.  “Oh no, come on, B!” she groaned as the car started to shake and struggle.  “So much for ‘it’s in tip top condition,’” she griped, pulling off the main street in town toward the first mechanic shop she saw.  The Beetle sputtered to a stop and let out a high pitched whine as she turned off the engine.  She sighed and got out of the car, kicking the tire before heading towards the shop door.  A bell tinkled when she swung it open and she looked around at the shop’s front desk and waiting area.  It was small, utilitarian, and very tidy.  In the corner she was surprised to see a small play area for children that had a number of children’s books, a small table and chair, some coloring books and coloring pencils, and a little tea set on the table.

She smiled at the set up and walked over to the front desk.  There was no one there and she looked around until she saw a doorbell button on the side of the desk with a small note taped to the desk countertop that read, “Press for Service.”  Y/N pressed it and heard a doorbell ring noise from the shop behind the door beyond the desk.

“Coming!” she heard a male voice yell.

Y/N waited, looking around the room again until the door swung open.  “Hey there, sorry I was working on something, what can I–”  Y/N gasped when she saw who it was, and his wide eyes and open mouth matched hers.  “Y/N?” he whispered.

“Bucky?” she whispered back.

Bucky’s shocked expression quickly changed into one of excitement as he smiled widely and threw his dirtied rag that he was holding on the desk.  “No fucking way!” he yelled, rounding the desk and reaching out for her.  Y/N gladly accepted the hug, giggling when he picked her up and swung her around as he held her tight.  

“My God, Buck,” Y/N huffed when he set her down.  “You look so grown!”

“Well, it has been, what…14 years since I last saw you?” Bucky said, looking at her with a disapproving but teasing look.  “You look great.”

“Oh, thank you.  So do you,” Y/N blushed.  “So, you work here now?”

“I own this,” Bucky said, gesturing to the shop.

“Oh!  That’s amazing!”  Y/N said happily.  

“Yeah, old man Pierce finally died and I took over it,” Bucky explained, smiling at the waiting room.  “But hey, you’re a big writer in New York, right?  I read your books.”

“Oh my god, please tell me you didn’t!” Y/N said with wide eyes.

“I did,” Bucky arched his eyebrows at her.  “Very spicy stuff there, Y/L/N.”

Y/N hung her head in her hands, making Bucky laugh.  “I want to die,” she whined.

“It’s okay, honey, they were spicy but good!” he reassured her, squeezing her arms.  “I liked them.  Especially that one about the uh, what was it, the mafia one?”

“Fucking hell,” Y/N shook her head, trying to hide her blush.  “I know it sounds stupid, but you just never really think about people you grew up with reading your stuff?”

Bucky’s head fell back as he laughed.  “Well, you’ve got a little fan club here in town,” he said.  

“How embarrassing,” Y/N laughed.

Bucky stared at her for a minute.  “Sorry, I just can’t believe you’re here…why are you here?” he asked with a frown.

“Well, uh, right now I’m here because my car broke down as I drove in,” she said, pointing to the Beetle outside.

Bucky turned and looked at the car, then looked back at her with a smile.  “Got that Beetle you always wanted, huh?”

“Well, just recently, but yeah,” Y/N smiled, appreciating how he remembered how much she loved old Beetles.

“Well you came to the best mechanic in town,” he smirked.  “Let me take a look.”  She handed him her keys and followed him out to the car.  Bucky popped the back and looked over the engine for a minute before sighing.  “Yeah, looks like these belts need replacing,” he said, pointing at something that Y/N didn’t understand.  “I’ll have to order them, or maybe dig around and see if I can find any nearby.  It’ll probably take me a while,” he grimaced as he looked at her.

“I got nowhere to be,” Y/N shrugged.  “So I’m happy to wait.”

“Great,” Bucky nodded, shutting the door.  He pushed the Beetle into the garage and started making calls as Y/N sat in the waiting room.  After twenty minutes he came in with another grimace on his face.  “So, um…those specific belts won’t be delivered here for about three weeks.”

“That’s okay,” Y/N said quickly, shaking her head.  “Like I said, I got nowhere to be.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes.  “Don’t you have a husband to get back to?”

Y/N sighed and shook her head again, looking away.  “No, not anymore.”

Bucky froze for a moment before stepping forward and grabbing one of the other chairs, setting it in front of her so he could sit facing her.  “Wanna talk about it?” he asked gently.

Y/N snorted.  “What do you wanna know?”

“Everything,” he replied.

Y/N smiled.  “Um…well, I was married to a very successful luxury home realtor,” she began, looking at her hands wringing in her lap.  Her naked left ring finger still had an imprint from her old ring on her skin.  “His name was Raphael.  I called him Raf.”  Bucky nodded, listening intently.  “He was…kind.  Funny.  Very ambitious, which I liked at the time.  But when my writing took off he became insecure, especially when I started out-earning him, and he felt emasculated by the stories I wrote.”

“Emasculated?” Bucky scoffed.  “Why?  He couldn’t get it up?”

Y/N laughed, Bucky joining her.  “No, he was just very…vanilla, compared to what I wrote,” she explained, making Bucky nod in understanding.  “Which I never minded, but he took some kind of weird offense to it and thought I expected too much of him in that department.”

“Idiot,” Bucky shook his head.

Y/N shrugged.  “We had a few issues over the years.  I was focused on my career, and he wanted me to have babies.  There were a few times he, uh,” she looked away again, crossing her arms over her chest.  “He was pushy about it.  We never could get over it.”

“What do you mean, ‘pushy’?” Bucky frowned, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees.

Y/N shrugged again, glancing at him.  “It’s not a big deal, Buck.”  He gave her an unimpressed look.  “He…he tried to force me, a couple of times,” she said quietly, swallowing harshly.  “Tampered with my birth control.”

Bucky’s frown deepened, a sharp huff blowing through his nose.  His jaw ticked and he looked at his hands.  He reached forward for her hands, and she met him halfway.  He studied her hands, his right thumb gliding over her empty ring finger.  “I’m sorry, honey,” he said quietly, finally looking back up at her.  “You didn’t deserve that.  I’m glad you got out.”  

Y/N stared at his intense eyes.  He’d always had a way of looking straight into her soul with those eyes, the bright blue stunning her every time.  He was an incredibly cute teenager, and seeing him as a full grown adult now, with some patches of silver dotting his beard on his chin, the fine lines deepened in the corners of his eyes, he was even more handsome.  Bucky had been her number one when they were kids, he and his family taking her in when her parents were negligent and uncaring.  Even though they had only ever been friends, he’d been her first kiss before she left for college.  It was like their final farewell before she went off to bigger and better things, while he stayed home, unable to get scholarships or have enough money to go anywhere but a trade school.  They had lost touch, but she always thought of him and how he was doing.

“Thanks…Sugar,” she winked at him.

Bucky’s eyes widened before a wide smile spread across his face again and he hung his head as she laughed.  “Man, you’re never going to let that go, are you?” he groaned.

“Nope,” Y/N shook her head.  She squeezed his hands.  “But seriously, thank you.”

“I hope you got everything out of him in the divorce,” Bucky said, letting go of her hands and sitting back in the chair.  

“I did very well,” Y/N nodded.  “I had a great lawyer.  And it was helpful that he wasn’t very good at hiding his affair.”

“Affair?” Bucky scoffed.  “That fucker cheated on you?”

“Well, who else was he going to get babies from, Buck?” Y/N asked teasingly, raising her eyebrows.

Bucky rubbed his face harshly.  “Asshole.”

“Tell me about it,” she grimaced.  “But basically, I got to keep all my book earnings, and since we were married for a while and he out-earned me those first few years, I’ll be getting alimony.  And I sold almost everything before I drove here, so I should be set for a while.”

“Good,” Bucky smirked.  “But why come back here to Woodstock of all places?”

Y/N stared at him.  “I actually don’t know,” she frowned.  “New York just suddenly felt…too big.”  

Bucky watched her for a moment.  “Do you have a place to stay?”

“No,” Y/N shook her head.  “Is the hotel on Idalia still there?”

Bucky frowned.  “Yeah, but it’s still a shithole.  You’re not staying there.”  Y/N sighed.  “You can stay with me,” he offered.

“Oh, no Buck that’s okay, I don’t wanna intrude–”

“You won’t be.”

“What about…do you have a girlfriend...wife?”

“Nope,” he shook his head.  “But I do have a daughter.”

Y/N’s mouth dropped open in shock.  “A daughter?”  He smiled and nodded.  “Oh my god!”  Y/N smiled widely.  “Is that what this is for?” she asked, gesturing to the play area in the waiting room.

“Yep,” Bucky nodded.  “Though she’s far too big for tea sets now.”

“How old is she?  What’s her name?  Wait, where’s her mom? I’m sorry, is that rude of me to ask?  I’m just curious–”

“Breathe, honey,” Bucky interrupted her.  “Her name is Autumn.  She’s about to turn ten.  Her mom and I met while I was at trade school at a party.  We were both too drunk and irresponsible.  By the time I learned about Autumn her mother was trying to give her away for adoption.  She was Catholic and hid the pregnancy from her family, then tried to get rid of the baby once she was born.”  Y/N frowned.  “I took her and her mom signed away her rights.  Haven’t seen or heard from her since.”

Y/N nodded but her frown stayed.  “I’m sorry, Buck,” she said quietly.

“It’s okay,” he shrugged.  “She’s one of the best things that has ever happened to me.  It was hard, but I wouldn’t change a thing.  My mom has been a huge help.  Speaking of which,” he leaned forward again.  “In exchange for me fixing your car, you can help babysit Autumn until I get off work.  Ma’s getting old and can’t quite keep up with her anymore.”

“You’ll…you’ll fix my car for free, and let me stay with you for the foreseeable future, as long as I watch your daughter?” Y/N scoffed.

“Yep,” Bucky nodded, his smirk returning.  “Best friends help each other out.”

“True,” Y/N smiled.  She contemplated it for a moment.  “Deal,” she said, holding her hand out.

Bucky laughed and took her hand, shaking it firmly.  “Deal,” he said.

[beauleifu]

Spicy Syntax art~

[paynomindtotheinsanity]

Yeah, how dare Tak insinuate you guys are mates…

[aster-draws]

Better Halves in a nutshell

[beskars]

a lil snippet of chapter twelve of ichthyological studies for y'all:

“Where to next?” Silco asked eventually, offering his hand.

You took it, acutely aware of how his fingers interlaced with yours, his thumb tracing gentle circles against your skin as you made for the exit. “There’s a used bookstore a few blocks from here. They have a little café inside too, if you're getting hungry.”

“Perfect,” he murmured, hesitating for a moment before adding, “Though I find myself somewhat challenged in my ability to focus on literature at present.”

You glanced up at him, your breath catching in your throat at the undisguised heat in his gaze.

“Patience,” you reminded him softly, echoing his earlier sentiment with deliberate provocation. “Wasn’t that your recommendation?”

“Indeed,” he replied, the word carrying a hint of strain as his gaze dropped briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes. “A virtue that I find myself less concerned with honoring by the second.”

You squeezed his hand, scintillas of heat racing up your spine at his words. “If I were to kiss you right now,” you began, watching him closely, “would that help to tide you over or just make it worse?” “Oh, far worse,” he murmured, that telltale curve appearing at one corner of his mouth. “Though I find myself inclined to endure the additional torment, should you feel so compelled.”

You didn't need further invitation. Rising slightly on your toes, you pressed your lips to his in what you’d intended to be a brief, chaste gesture—just enough to satisfy the craving that had been building since you’d left his office that morning.

But the moment your lips met his, something shifted. His hand came up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing along your cheekbone as if he was trying to commit the topography of your face to memory. The tenderness of the gesture contrasted with the barely contained restraint you could feel in the tension of his body, in the careful way he held himself back.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathing more rapidly than the brief contact should have warranted. His usually immaculate composure was noticeably disrupted—the pupil of his undamaged eye dilated, a faint flush high on his cheekbones, lips slightly parted. 

“That was…” he started, then paused, seeming uncharacteristically at a loss for words.

“Worse?” you supplied, unable to keep the smile from your face despite the heat blooming across your skin.

“Infinitely,” he agreed, voice rougher than usual as his thumb traced the curve of your lower lip with careful precision. “Yet I find myself rather desperate to make matters even more unbearable.”

“That,” you murmured, holding his gaze, “can be arranged.”

Before he could respond, you parted your lips and drew the pad of his thumb into your mouth, tongue pressing against it in a deliberate caress. You felt him go completely still, heard the sharp intake of breath as his pupil dilated further, eclipsing almost all of the seafoam green.

[behindabook2807]

The final chapters of Yang Helsing are here! Enjoy this breathtakingly spicy🔥🔥scene between our Bees 🖤💛 Will Blake make it in time before Yang loses herself forever? Will they survive in the fight against Adam? Find out by reading the last chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Thank you @dae-stuff stuff for all the stunning artwork you made for this fanfic. I am beyond blessed to have had the pleasure of getting to work with you. I hope we can do this again someday soon. You are an absolute gem of an artist and person. 💜

Please give Dae a follow on here and on her Twitter: @dae_stuff

For the naughtier/uncensored version of the spicy image you can find it on my Twitter: @BehindABook2807

[rogue-durin-16]

What if I......... What if I just........ What if I throw into the head-to-head fic a smut chapter......... Haha no no I never do that........ Or do I?.....👁️👁️

[my-world-my-stories]

When all you have to wear is a beach towel your small GF gave you because you're just too big for regular clothes. At least the toast with spicy jam is good.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Sugar & Spicy Books Chapter 7

Summary:  Y/N is an accomplished writer who is newly divorced, and out of fear of the unknown, moves back to her small hometown she swore she’d never come back to.  She comes across her best friend that never left, who helps her out of a tough spot.  Will old feelings arise?  Or is she just too big for such a small place now?

Warnings:  language, smut

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The girl told everybody.  She had been secretly recording her interaction with Y/N, and after she had left the book signing had gone down the street and recorded Bucky and Autumn as they walked to the hotel.  The video went viral, as well as the pictures taken of them kissing, and suddenly Y/N’s book tour turned into a long gossip session.  

“Is he the male protagonist?”

“Are you dating?”

“Is this book based on your life?”

“When is the wedding?”

Y/N and Bucky had laughed it off at first, but when the media storm continued throughout her book tour then after it was over, they became worried.  Her hometown was overridden by tourists, journalists and photographers trying to get any and all information they could about Y/N, Bucky, Autumn, and their pasts.  Y/N had even chased away a photographer at Winnie’s house one night after dinner.

“This is ridiculous,” Winnie scoffed.  

Y/N rubbed her face harshly as she helped put away the dishes.  “I’m sorry, Winnie,” she sighed.  “I never meant for any of this–”

“I don’t blame you, sweet girl,” Winnie quickly reassured her.  “This will all blow over soon, I’m sure.”

Y/N smiled and hugged her.  Later that night as she was settling in for bed she got a phone call from an unknown number.  She stared at her phone in confusion as Bucky sat on the bed next to her, watching her.  “Do I dare?” she asked him.

“Might as well,” Bucky shrugged.

She answered and put it on speaker.  “Hello?”

“You fucking bitch,” the voice barked through the phone.

Bucky scowled and Y/N rolled her eyes.  “Raf, I told you to lose my number.”  Bucky frowned even further when she said his name.

“I knew that ex-husband character was based on me.  God, you’re so annoying.  You couldn’t just get divorced and disappear, you had to drag everyone into our business.”

“We have no business anymore.  We’re divorced.  And the character is a dramatization.  You outed yourself as a shitty husband in court. It's a public record.  I had nothing to do with that,” she sneered.  

“And now you’re parading around with some new dude, who has a kid?  You wouldn’t have kids with me but you’ll adopt some bastard from nowhere?”

Y/N stared at the phone in shock.  She had never heard Raf talk like this before.  Bucky took the phone from her.  “Listen, Raf, if you call this number or ever insult our relationship or my daughter again, I will find you and show you just how capable I am of everything that was written in that book,” he said, referencing a fight scene in the book, his voice low and menacing.  “It may be a dramatization, but I’m not.”  He hung up the phone and blocked the number before handing it to her.  “I’m going to take a walk,” he grumbled, standing and walking out the door.  

“Bucky,” Y/N said, quickly following him, trying to keep up as he went downstairs and put his shoes and a jacket on.  “Buck, wait.  Sugar please–”

“I’m fine, Y/N,” he said sharply.  “Just let me go cool down.”

Y/N slightly recoiled at his tone.  He’d never used it on her before, and it worried her.  Bucky sighed at the look she gave him and walked back over to her, cupping her face in his hands and leaning down to kiss her gently.  “I’m sorry,” he said.  “I’m fine, really, I just need to walk off my anger.”

“Are you sure?” she asked quietly.

“Yes,” Bucky nodded, nuzzling her nose.  “I’ll be back soon.”  He kissed her again before grabbing his keys and walking out.  

Y/N sighed heavily, wiping her slightly wet eyes in frustration.  She decided to take action, texting her lawyer and publicist for advice, then going upstairs.  She set up her phone in the bedroom and pressed record.

“Hey guys, it’s Y/N.  We need to talk…”

***

The next morning Y/N awoke late, looking at her phone and springing out of bed.  Before she could make it out of the room Bucky met her at the door.

“Woah, hold on, honey,” he smiled.  “Don’t worry, I took Autumn to school.”

She huffed.  “Jesus, Buck, why didn’t you wake me up?  Aren’t you supposed to be at work?  I thought I had my alarm set–”

“I’m taking the day off, nobody’s car is immediately needed.  And you did, but I turned it off,” he said.  He led her back to the bed and sat down with her.  He held her hands in his, gently rubbing her knuckles.  Bucky stared at her hands for a moment before looking back up at her.  “I’m sorry for walking out last night,” he said sadly.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Y/N shook her head.

“I just…I don’t want you to think that I just disappear when things are bad,” Bucky said earnestly.  “I was angry, and I didn’t know how else to work through it.”

“Buck, you handled it better than most people would,” she said, bringing his hands up and kissing his knuckles.  “I’m so sorry for bringing all this into you and Autumn and Winnie’s lives–”

“It’s not your fault,” Bucky shook his head.  They sat just holding hands for a few minutes, trying to process everything.  Bucky moved off the bed to kneel in front of her, hugging her around her waist and burrowing his face into her stomach.  “This isn’t exactly what I expected when you came back into my life, but I wouldn’t change a thing.  I want you, I want this,” he said while kissing from her stomach and up her chest, his arms tight around her.  “You know that, right?” he peered up at her.

Y/N smiled at him, her fingers running through his hair and scratching his scalp, making his eyes flutter shut.  “I know,” she said, leaning down and kissing him.  “I’m still sorry, though.  I made a few calls last night after you left.”  Bucky frowned.  “My lawyer is sending another letter to Raf, basically warning legal action if he won’t leave me alone.  I also talked to my publicist and made a video on my socials last night asking everybody for kindness and privacy, while also thinly veiling a threat to reporters to leave us alone or risk legal action, too.   So hopefully that helps.”

Bucky’s frown lessened at her words until he smiled softly at her.  “Thank you,” he whispered, sitting up more so he could nuzzle her nose.  “As fun as it is being your leading man, we’ve got a kid to think of.”

“We do,” Y/N smirked.

Bucky’s smile morphed into a deadly smirk.  “And maybe, in the future, another one?” he asked suggestively.

Y/N’s eyebrows raised high.  “Another one?” she breathed.  Bucky nodded, leaning in and kissing her lips lightly.  “You want a baby…with me?” she asked quietly.

He nodded again, ghosting his lips across her face.  “I know we haven’t exactly talked about our future together a lot.  But yes, I want that.  I want to marry you.  I want to have a baby with you.  I want you to be Autumn’s mom, to join the family that you’ve always been a part of since we were kids.”  Bucky kissed her lightly on her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids, her forehead, leaving her positively desperate for his lips, chasing him with her own.  “I know this has all been kinda fast since you came back, but I wanna make up for lost time with you, honey.”  He kissed down her jaw, sucking and licking at her neck.  “God, I missed you,” he whispered, sounding wounded, his fingers gripping her tighter.  “What do you say, huh?”

Y/N nodded heavily, her head leaning on his as he nipped at her throat.  “I want all of that, too,” she breathed.

Bucky slowly pulled away to look at her.  “Promise?” he whispered.

“Pinky promise,” Y/N whispered, smiling as she hooked one of her pinky fingers with his.

He chuckled, his pinky finger wrapping around hers tighter before bringing their joined hands up and kissing her knuckles.  “Pinky promise.”

[lunaatthezoo]

The Light Between Sin & Salvation: Chapter 20

Some Sunday spice for you, babes. Absolutely NSFW.

Chapter 20: My Kind of Crazy

Summary: Elain and Az spend a morning in bed.

CW: choking

Preview:

When Az awoke on the fifth day after Elain’s period had started, she was already awake, sitting up in bed next to him, reading a book in the soft morning sunlight. It was the most beautiful fucking sight he had ever seen in his life. Her hair was unbound, falling over her shoulders and breasts. The dappled sunlight was shining through her curls, making her glow like the sun at dawn. She wore what he was fairly certain was that same teeny tiny tank top from the window incident on night 1, those dainty wildflowers inked on her cleavage unfurling from between her breasts, the pendant of his necklace laying just below the hollow of her throat.

Az hummed a sound of disbelieving adoration, turning his body towards her and crossing an arm over her lap, running a hand up her thigh. Elain smiled and rested her book on her chest, looking down at him. 

“Good morning,” she said softly, twining a finger in a lock of hair curling at his neck. 

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he answered before planting kisses across her waist. Elain giggled and sunk her hand deeper into his hair.

“You’re cute in the mornings,” she murmured, as he removed the book from her chest and planted his face right on the pillow of her breasts. 

“You’re cute all the time,” he answered, kissing across the top of her breasts. He snaked his hands under the blanket and ran them up her- fuck, bare- thigh. He had forgotten that she had stripped to just her undies and that goddamn tank top when she had gotten in bed last night. He groaned and ran a hand over the lace of those undies, but Elain squirmed, pulling away from him. 

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[kaelidascope]

Midnight Menagerie Chapter 12 - The Hangover Chapter is LIVE

**SHAKES HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOGGY BAG OF TREATS**

BLASTING FANTASTICAL FANFARE!!!!!!

The most anticipated chapter of the year is finally here! Hope y'all are hungry. As my birthday gift to y'all, here's the biggest chapter Midnight Menagerie has seen to date at a whopping 26 thousand words! I've been hyping this chapter up for MONTHS and I'm so excited to finally release it into the wild!!

Be mindful of the content warnings if vomiting is something you aren't comfortable with! As the title would suggest, everyone's hungover as FUCK. Enjoy a dramatic retelling of a wild weekend I had during the summer of 2017 when I was in college <33

I want to take a moment to really just say thanks as a whole for reading, supporting, and enjoying my work. It gives me so much encouragement to continue writing and drawing content, and I love reading everyone's reviews and comments. It's my favorite part of the day getting those emails! Here's to a happy holidays and a better new year in 2024 <3

(yes I'm aware the outfits are wrong LMAO I drew this months ago)

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so... very important question. In Better Halves, are Danny and Tim kisses going to become a lot more common now that they've had their first real one? Please, for the love of god, don't make them wait 10 more chapters.

lovingly, an anon that needs to see them fuck nasty

Okay fair question! Yes, kisses will be (relatively) more common now, but I don't count this as their first 'real' kiss- although arguably it should be- the first real kiss is somewhere in chapter 34? Ish. More or less around there.

Look. I said slow burn and I goddamn MEANT it. it's gonna be nearly 200k before they Approach the idea of it not being fake anymore (despite the fact that it never really was to begin with). they're. complete unmitigated disasters.

and as for them fucking nasty (with understanding that was likely meant to be somewhat sarcastic). Currently the plan is to keep it at a teen rating. But. obviously aspects of this have gotten away from me in the past. Keep an eye on the rating because. Idk there are gonna be moments and that's all I'll say. (if i write them, i'll change the rating as I do, so hopefully with a good few chapters before hand. or maybe I'll post an alt version with the ma content? idk we shall cross the bridge when we arrive to it)

For your reference though, here's how many kisses are in each chapter i have completely written (this may depress you) (also below a read more for the spoilers aspect of it all.)

chapter 20- 1 kiss (on cheek)

21- 0 kisses

22- 0 kisses

23- 0 kisses

24- 0 kisses (somehow oh my GOD)

25- 1 kiss (on lips)

26- 1 kiss (on lips) (also the first Proper kiss since chapter 19. imo)

27- 2 kisses (1 on forehead, 1 on lips)

28- 0 kisses

29- 0 kisses

30- 0 kisses

do not let the amount of 0's grieve you, for most of those the boys aren't even in the same state (or country) so. not chapter 24 tho that's fucking miserable yearning i won't lie