#spice reads

[sugoi-and-spice]

Do you have any bnha fic recs? Btw im such a sucker for ur bully dabi fic…. Hes so hawt

Thank you so much, I'm really glad you're enjoying it!! And oooooh, ok, this is fun lemme think.

Let's start with some Dabi fics.

I am absolutely obsessed with the Us series by @nohoney these days. All of their work is amazing, but this Dabi x Reader x Hawks series especially is just such a poignant, compelling, and (at time frighteningly) accurate representation of toxic relationships, depression, and drug use.

Loveless by Clashgirl07 is an amazing slow-burn with a really exciting and well-plotted AUish adventure. It still takes place in the hero world, but with a completely alternate story and timeline - SUPER fun! I can't even believe how talented this writer is for how young they are and I'm really excited to see what else they put out in the future.

oh you pretty thing and a bad day by an Anonymous writer who I would literally DIE to read more work by are so gd good. Very sexy and compelling mean Dabi x Reader x Shigaraki dubcon/noncon.

And now for fics and authors that are not Dabi-centric, but that I can never NOT recommend.

@shig-a-shig-ah has a really lovely Dabi one-shot, Full Circle. But the majority of their content is Shigaraki-centric and HOLY SHIT are they just a master at it. Addicted to Bad Ideas (In-Progress) and Paper Skin (Complete) are absolute masterpieces, and I'm also a particular fan of their one-shots Tutelage and Assistance - two noncon voyeur fics guest-starring All for One and Redestro respectively.

@nonobadcat also writes a lot of amazing villain content - including multi-chapter fics for underwritten characters like Mr. Compress and All for One. Their Shigaraki long fic A Taste of Your Own Venom is so well-plotted and has such an interesting MC, and it's currently left off in a really satisfying place. ^_^ A Blistering Affection is some A+ yandere Chisaki too.

GRIEFING by rotworld is the quintessential Shigaraki fic. It hasn't been updated since 2020, but I think it leaves off in a decently satisfying place and is always worth a reread imo.

[[save scum]] by @feral-creep is another masterpiece (damn, all you Shiggy stans are so talented xD). Super unique concept, great MC, and the beginnings of some sweet Dabi/Reader/Shigaraki action.

The Danger Next Door by @ratmonky is freaking chilling. AU Stalker!Shigaraki where they actually still have quirks! I'm not sure if they're planning on finishing this, but god, it's so compelling and creepy that I think it's definitely worth a read regardless.

That's what I got for now! There are so many stupidly talented writers in this fandom, particularly in our lovely little villain corner so this list is definitely not exhaustive, but I hope this gives you some fun new reads in the meantime!

[starryechoesworld]

Whispers of Autumn

I remember the way the seasons would turn,

How autumn arrived with its soft, gentle burn.

The leaves would fall, golden and bright,

Like whispers of secrets that fade with the light.

It was months before the trees turned red,

I saw you then, but you turned your head.

I lingered, hoping for that fleeting glance,

And when you caught me, it felt like a chance.

Not just once, but again and again,

Our eyes would meet in that silent refrain.

People talked, their voices a soft rustle,

But we stayed quiet, lost in the subtle.

Outside the classroom, you’d be near,

Your presence behind me, always clear.

We never spoke, but your eyes said enough,

In that autumn air, we shared something tough.

Thirteen years since those moments we knew,

And still, your shadow lingers, so true.

Your gaze, your silence, it shaped my past,

A memory that echoes, meant to last.

You’ve built a life now, with love and a home,

And sometimes I wonder, when I’m alone—

Was our silence a blessing or a curse left behind?

A story untold, a love undefined?

If you had wanted, you would’ve made it clear,

But perhaps the quiet was all we could bear.

Maybe it was the silence that held us tight,

A love that was felt but never took flight.

As autumn returns, I feel the same weight,

The brush of the wind, the threads of our fate.

The leaves still fall, they don’t whisper your name,

But in the rustling, I hear echoes of the same.

Perhaps it’s the autumn, or the memory we keep,

That binds me to moments I still silently reap.

We were always the season that never quite came,

A fleeting love, lost in autumn’s soft frame.

[d8tl55c]

[bevy-obeyme]

what if…here me out on this when the demon bros are having private time MC can feel it because of the pacts, like he can just feel basically everything the demon bros do and they take advantage of the fact that MC can feel what they do (bottom male mc if you write for male mc :3)

This is a very intriguing ask tbh!! And thank you for your ungodly patience.

(I realise it took me a whole week to get this done and I apologise. Please forgive me my beautifully amazing fans.)

{{NSFW - Sexual themes (nothing too bad though!!)}}

When pent up stress needs to be relieved

Lucifer

- Realistically, Lucifer would already know exactly the effect it would have on you. And he had to admit, it thrilled him.

- He would take advantage of it even if he wasn’t aroused - just to see you squirm. Just to see your trousers grow a tent or the desperate messages that would ping on his phone begging for him to stop.

- He’d even dare do it whilst you were hanging out with his brothers to remind you that you were his.

- Oh how the sadistic bastard loved this game.

Mammon

- He would definitely be embarrassed after he wanked off for you to come into his room looking all needy and worked up.

- How was he supposed to explain himself here??

- But then, seeing the look of desire, that flush on your cheeks - well, it overpowered his embarrassment.

- He was always a bit cautious afterwards not to jerk off afterwards - he didn’t want you getting into too much trouble or worse, Lucifer spotting and understanding what happened.

- But, he wouldn’t deny you if you came onto him when he was hard. Oh no. You were in your first man’s arms now.

Leviathan

- Now, after he found out, he was extremely embarrassed and shy. Hell, he ignored you for hours out of shame. Why did he think of you like that?! What right did a dirty otaku like him have?

- But, at the same time, it was nice to see his desire reciprocated. To see you look back at him with the same needy look.

- He probably wouldn’t take advantage of it, but he wouldn’t be against getting you worked up with your consent.

Satan

- The blond would definitely use this as an advantage too. Although much more subtly than Lucifer.

- For example, he’d work himself up a bit but by the time you’d question him, he’d act all coy and have no idea what you’re on about, that polite smile never quite reaching his eyes.

- Overstimulation would definitely be something you should expect. He was a master of pushing boundaries but never breaking them.

Asmodeus

- He would definitely be excited. What else did you expect of the literal Avatar of Lust?

- He’d be down to try anything - hell, he’d probably have you jerk him off just to get yourself hard too. Any idea you proposed just made Asmodeus libido skyrocket.

- Asmo would probably become a lot clingier and whinier too, trying to convince you not to go to student council meetings and spend time with him.

- You met harsh reprimands from Lucifer each time but damn was it worth it.

Beelzebub

- Now, when Beel learned about how he was affecting you he genuinely felt horrible.

- He would get worried and ask about if you were uncomfortable with the thought or not and apologise bashfully for his urges.

- Even despite your reassurances and that you liked it, he always made sure to ask your consent beforehand. He never wanted to take advantage of you and probably never will.

Belphegor

- The sleepy demon would probably be too tired most of the time to take advantage of his effect.

- But, if the occasional mood did strike up, he would make sure you were in public or doing something every time. He just had to torture you with his own arousal and send you pounding up the attic stairs to him.

- Your needy expression and pouts never failed to make him grin. Oh how he did love having a pact with such a powerless human.

[silversailormoan]

The thing about Jinjae that took me way too long to realize that. Its not about a cold, bored guy finding someone interesting and then the curiosity slowly turning into genuine feelings or whatever. He's always cared for Yoojin since the beginning– as an item, as a business partner, as a friend, as a lover.

Not all of those dynamics had been the healthiest, but Yoojin has been loved, all the same. The development over the course of the novel was not Hyunjae learning to love someone, it was him discovering the way that Yoojin wanted to be loved– as an equal.

[autumncozy]

By Danilo Acosta 

[aquamarinebling]

Isabeau with big square reading glasses you agree

[bijoutarot]

What Is Their Next Move? May 2024

Pick An Image

Image 1

Image 1 your person has been working very hard. I am getting “moving in silence” type of energy. This person has been saving, building, and making strategic moves to elevate their finances.This person sees you as everything, you are their soulmate and they plan to have a deeper commitment with you. I am also seeing that this person took some time to be alone away from distractions in their environment. They used to hang out a lot but now they have made a complete turn around.

Image 2

Image 2 this person is a total flirt. They have a number of people they are juggling at this time because they are afraid of being alone. This person tends to be an energy vampire pulling and exhausting everyone in their environment. Every time this person gets caught they are asked to choose but they refuse. Every person that they are dating is not fully allowing themselves to be involved with this person. It’s like they feel like this person can’t be trusted. This person intends to add you to their current roster.

Image 3

Image 3 this person wants to make peace with you. There has been people stirring the pot in their friend group. This has pulled you guys far apart. At this point this person finds it harder to stay away from you. They don’t even care about or remember the reason why you guys fell out to begin with. This person looks to you for advice and admires how you always seem to have the right answers to whatever problems that come up. You were more than a lover to them you were their friend too. They miss you.

Image 4

Image 4 your person is in deep regret because of the things they said to you in anger. This is something they are ashamed of. They worry that they pushed you too far this time. This argument had low blows and they replay the words in their head. They tend to overthink pretty often. This person is wondering if it is best to set you free from this connection. They realize that things won’t be the same if you decide to forgive them.

Which images resonates?

[dansnotavampire]

I think the difference between nimona (comic) and nimona (film) is that the comic is so much more about being mentally ill and the film is so much more about being queer. don't ask me why just know it

[takami-takami]

For His Pleasure.

kinktober day 1: love bites.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— gn!reader. keigo is such a good boy. slight masochism. marking. 

More often than not, a canvas takes the form of the flesh when it comes to Keigo Takami. 

Your breath fogs back against your lips when you're this close to the piercable skin of his neck. You dip down, fangs bared, and he cranes his neck so far back it could just about snap. A carnivorous, masochistic ringing in his mind won't let him forget how he wants nothing more than to expose the entire surface to you— to only you, vulnerable and ripe to be marked like a nametag signed into the flesh. 

Panting below you is a man who tends to hold little back. You've come to expect him in the raw. Frankly, you prefer it that way. It's advantageous to your relationship in every sense, pulling you closer together as you weave through challenges with ease, armed with communication as the hot knife that slices through the thick of conflict. 

But in the bedroom, that communicative nature of his translates quite nicely into behavior that is oh so responsive.

With his hands propped behind him to keep his body stable, you straddle him and mark his skin; and Keigo has never sounded as pliable as he does now. 

"This here," you whisper, tracing a finger from the center of his chin down his bobbing Adam's apple. "This is mine, baby." 

It is. You swear you catch the sweetest coo of agreement bubbling in his throat as you work on his flesh, his nape bared further by the way he lets his head fall back slack. Golden tufts are splayed against bare shoulders, cascading over the curvature of muscles formed to carry fierce wings. It brushes against his bare skin with each labored breath, and his head dips back like a strawberry in melted chocolate, decadent in its indulgence. 

Inside, he invites you, and you're willing to crawl.

Sticking up in wild tufts, you could count the mussed strands of hair poking in every direction atop his head. Memories depicting how you played with and pulled them flash in your mind's eye, reminding you of how the soft texture felt running like water through the valleys between your fingers.

You discovered it pretty early on in your relationship: the pretty boy likes his hair pulled. It's an activity that soothes him, the controlled sparks of pain pulling a lopsided smile as he spills the prettiest moans. 

"More— Harder,” he begs. “Please, angel, gimme more."

Keigo doesn't want to look perfect. He wants to look taken. He wants to look loved. 

Most nights, he studies your work like a ritual. He stands before the bathroom mirror after you've finished each masterpiece, admiring the blooming bruises that burst forth in shades of red and violet for longer than he probably should. Barely suppressing a giddy smile, Keigo simply walks past the comb on the counter without a second thought, opting to keep the mess that is his hair intact before he returns to bed— before he returns to you.

Yeah, he definitely prefers this look to the one suggested by his hairstylist.

For as selfless as Hawks is at his core, gluttony is a language Keigo speaks fluently when he allows himself to; when it's safe to, when it doesn't affect his work, when he can sink his teeth into the concentrated comfort and moan like a goddamn whore once it bursts in his mouth. 

Concentrated methods of comfort... It's an amicable way to describe a vice.

It keeps him sane. 

You noticed it first with food; with the way he glues his eyes shut and sighs, chewing agonizingly slow with his eyes rolled back, letting the flavors burst atop his palette. He only allows the delicacy to be swallowed down his throat after every bit of pleasure has been milked to the fullest. 

It's even more apparent in his slouch when he sinks into the scalding burn that fills his porcelain tub after work. You’ve taken the pleasure of watching him sink alongside you, submerged down to the nose as the heat melts the crackling neurons that sing in his brain. It's evident in the way he throws his head back and sucks his teeth at the patter of the showerhead against his back, how his breathing slows to panting groans the moment he turns the knob as hot as it will go. 

And here in the sanctity of your bed, Keigo sits poised, the picture of blissed out debauchery. His eyes haven't peeked open in some time; if that and the labored rise and fall of his chest is any indication, he's fallen too far down to pleasure to be reasoned with. 

Good. 

You like a man you can bend.

"You're so good to me." Another moan slips out at a nip against his jaw. His pleasure-drunk smile never wavers, even when he raises one hand to paw at the bend of your hips. Like this, he can slide his calloused hands along the divots imprinted by his teeth, ghosting against each bruise with a glint of conquest in his eyes. 

With each mark sucked into his skin, a plethora of sounds grace your ears: hisses, whimpers, outright and unabashed moans. 

"Gonna show me off, baby?" The ghost of his stolen air creaks when he speaks. His word choice is an attempt to sound cocky, you’re sure, but an unmistakable whine laces that breathless tone. 

Still running his mouth even as he squirms, you appraise. You roll your eyes; but you can't find it in you to judge when he sounds this happy. 

Rosy cheeks and a toothy grin; this is what Keigo wears when he's experiencing true happiness. In the solace of your bed, his customer service façade drops to the floor alongside his clothes to reveal his innermost sunshine you've come to adore. 

"Mark me up and show 'em. All of this s'yours."

He arches his back, bowing off the bed in a manner more reminiscent of a feline than a bird; and you can’t help but dive into him, feeding off his indulgence once more. 

…

There's a pep in his step when he swipes his ID card with a flourish at the front desk this morning. 

Keigo flips a kick and a stutter with the rhythm of his walk, coat flaring with his little spin as he swings open his office door. When the people around him snap their necks to gawk, their head-turning stares are simply met with a dopey smile and a wave.

Your relationship going public was the best thing to ever happen to him. 

Some commission executive glares down her nose at his neck, glasses glinting a reflection of the light in Keigo’s eyes. 

I know, right, he wants to say, lovesick and claimed at last. 

[babygirlwolverine]

big changes but the same fluff blog! get ready for double the kisses with deancas and poolverine 💋

deancaskiss >>>>> babygirlwolverine \|/

thank you to everyone who voted in my url poll. y’all chose this url so this one’s for you! and don’t worry, there will still be plenty of destiel on my blog with lots of poolverine too ❤️💛

[beaucereza]

"i'm so glad i live in a world where there are octobers"

[aliferous-ly]

Sometimes Tango sees gold. He's deep in the Warden's den, so surely everything is soaked in blue and green.

Prussian blue. DePrussian blue. Like depression. Eh? Good one, right?

Tango sighs. The gold only flits in the corner of his vision and he's tired, he's endlessly tired but he can't leave until he's done. It's already been so long. He's stuck making shitty jokes to haunted faces that would sooner blastificate his face off than laugh.

But the gold. It's like stardust on his tongue. Memories of hellfire. Gorgeous gilded blackstone, the stuff from his days as a blazeling. No, more like dandelions, like sunbeams through forest branches.

Tango sticks his tongue out in concentration, hopping between crackling soulfires. Navigating his own maze requires skill! Skill that he doesn't always have, admittedly.

Releasing a quiet sigh of relief, Tango approaches an unfinished pillar. He twirls his pickaxe and gets to work. Shulker boxes surround him in short order.

So focused on his work, he misses the gold. He misses the yellow, the soft, the scorching, but it draws near all the same, getting closer and closer-

"Ah! Ow, ow, ow, ow," a voice yelps.

Tango screams, fumbling with his pickaxe and building blocks. Both fall to the ground as Tango whirls, nobody's supposed to be here, especially not-

"Jimmy?"

Jimmy sadly stomps his wing out. Black marks mar the feathers, ugly soot staining the gold. "Hi, Tango."

"What are you... How are you here? What are you doing here? You're - you're on Hermitcraft!" Tango gapes.

"Oh, um, crossover event?" Jimmy tries.

"I didn't think there was one of those right now," Tango says. He roots around in his many pockets, making a small happy noise when he finds his comm. He boots it up and peers at the list of people online.

Strangely, Jimmy's the only non-hermit. Tango scrolls through a few lines of Jimmy-Skizz banter, then sees Grian's message of a simple, "join vc".

"Grian got you on?" Tango says, still mystified.

"No, it was more of a group - Tango, quit distracting me! I trudged through all this - this hullabaloo to see you!" Jimmy punctuates this with hands placed determinedly on hips, expression set to a hopeful scowl.

Tango can't make heads or tails of it. It might have to do with the several shots of espresso coursing through his system. Or the lack of sleep. Or the concentration-fatigue, or the way his eyes have been going crossed when he peers at redstone wiring. Any number of reasons, really.

"...why?" Tango finally asks.

This stumps Jimmy. He blinks a few times and furrows his eyebrows. "Why? What d'you mean why? You're my rancher, that's why!"

Well, that's true. Tango nods. Then he paused, frowns, and shakes his head. "Wait, you can't be down here! Spoilers, Jimmy, spoilers!"

Jimmy snaps his fingers. "I'm not a hermit! And I'm certainly going to watch the videos when hermits release them. I won't spill!"

"I guess..."

"But anyway, let's get out of here. It's so stuffy and - fiery," Jimmy says. He flutters his burnt wing helpfully.

Tango wilts. His desire to see Jimmy and guilt at causing him harm wars with his ever-present need to keep working. "I'm busy, Jim. Gotta keep working. It's already been so long, the hermits are getting antsy..."

Jimmy invades his space and as the cavern trickles to silence, he wraps his arms and wings around him.

Tango's always been weak for him. He exhales. Any scrap of energy still clinging to his worn-out body vanishes, and he rocks further into Jimmy's hold.

To his credit, Jimmy just makes a small noise and adjusts so he can support his weight.

"Come on, then," Jimmy says softly. He runs his fingers through his hair. "Let's go take a rest, yeah?"

"Yeah, okay," Tango breathes. He closes his eyes and sinks into Jimmy's warmth. It's rather terrible of his fellow hermits, he thinks absentmindedly. Using his rancher for such nefarious means.

But now the glimpses of gold haunt him no longer. His precious yellow fills Tango's vision, covering him in head to toe with deep contentment.

His rancher. His rancher. Tango smiles, and everything glitters.

[fallbreeze-autumnleaves]

𝙲𝚘𝚣𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 🧶📖

[hannahyeaman]

Looking for a slowburn epic fantasy with unique characters (harpies!), dual POV, no spice, a lush setting, anime inspiration, and more?!

✨ SOUL-BOUND is available now in paperback and ebook ✨

When a tsundere princess with forbidden magic loses her flight during her quest to heal corrupted crystal roots, she must depend on a charming vagabond's aid to help her before their avian world collapses.

Think TANGLED and ANASTASIA's royal x rogue dynamic with the traveling romance like DANCE OF THIEVES meeting the healing, atmospheric setting of FERNGULLY.

🪷 SOUL-BOUND SUMMARY 🪷

Avem, a continent inhabited by bird-like humans called Avians, consists of seven territories, each of which contains a crystal root: a treelike sanctuary preserving magic. Avians cannot wield the land’s magic themselves.

Except, Mika, the princess of Passíer. However, her father forbids her to use it out of concern for her safety.

Due to the expanding corruption from Cantio; a fallen territory under Passíer’s jurisdiction because of its damaged root, Zayn the militant king of Nyx, suggests Scorching Cantio. To avoid such a catastrophic outcome, Mika flees from home, determined to heal Cantio’s root herself.

In Cantio, she meets Roshan, a vagabond playing double agent to protect what’s left of his uncorrupted homelands. Upon noticing her pink feathers, unique for her specific species, he cautions her to leave before she’s captured and used as coin. She snubs his warning and is nearly taken captive.

During his efforts to help her, Roshan is wounded. Mika heals him with her magic, unintentionally and unknowingly bonding them together.

When the quest costs Mika’s wing and grounds her, she accepts Roshan’s offer to escort her across Avem to heal the damaged roots before corruption destroys their world.

✨ Links in bio! ✨

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day 3

Knotting

MINORS DNI

dom top amab gn beastman reader, sub bottom trans man Leona, knotting, heats/ruts, mention of piss.

You're still getting used to how affectionate Leona gets when he's knotted during his heat.

He's got his face nuzzled into your neck, licking your scent gland with his rough tongue, all tight and slick around your swollen knot, purring like he's in heaven.

Running your hand through his long hair, Leona nips your neck gently before lifting his head out of your shoulder.

"How're you feeling?" you ask, tucking some of his sweat soaked hair behind one of his ears, and scratching behind them.

"Good," he rumbles, looking down where the two of you are connected, "you?" He's made it clear that he's upset that your rut wasn't triggered when he went into heat. He hadn't said it out loud, but you know he feels bad that he's so needy and clingy when you're not in the same headspace. Lucky for him, you know you can keep up.

"Oh baby," you smile, kissing his scarred cheek, "I'm feeling great with you on my knot," Leona moans softly, tilting his head to kiss your lips properly.

"Feels good," he mumbles against your mouth. You hum, rocking your hips into him,

"Tell me more, kitten," you urge, feeling lust sink it's way back into your loins already. With the way Leona's pussy has started leaking slick onto your cock, you can tell he's in a similar state.

"You're deep, and- and stretching me- it's good- you're going to knock me up, yeah?" he says it like it's a question. You dig your claws into his hips and Leona keens.

"Course, I'm gonna knock you up kitty, gonna give you cubs," you promise. His eyes flutter shut, and he sticks his face back into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply.

"Going to..." he pauses for a moment, letting out a shuddering breath, "piss in me?" he practically whispers. You moan, but it comes out sounding more like a growl.

"Yeah baby, you want that?" he's nodding before you can continue, "I'll piss in you, keep it deep in you, fill up your womb with it, keep it plugged up in you with my knot," Leona lets out a pleased hum.

"Thank you," he mumbles softly, so quiet you can barely make it out, and fuck if that ain't the hottest response he could've given you. Despite being stuck together via your knot, you still attempt to thrust your hips into him. Leona whines, bringing a hand down to sloppily play with his clit.

"Fuck, I'm close," he whines, pressing himself to you like he wants to be stuck together forever. You lean in to mouth at his scent gland, which overwhelms you with the scent of pleasure and desperation. Grazing your teeth against him is what sets him off.

He cums around your knot with a choked moan of your name. You sink your teeth into his skin, nearly finding your own climax when he squeezes and twitches around your knot. You can't wait for it to deflate so you can return to pounding him into the mattress like he so desperately needs.