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[loud-whistling-yes]

its took me absolutely fucking forever, but the first draft of the scattered au pmv is done!!!!!! for those who dont know, scattered au was how i got introduced into hermitcraft in the first place, so this au really takes a soft spot in my heart

anyways, here's scattered!etho's adventure in becoming a suicidal one man search-and-rescue team 👍 once again this pmv is unsurprisingly based of my own fic of the scattered au (coughcough shameless self promotion) so if you know this au and the sequence of events feel different thats probably why!

and as always, everyone say thank you to @hermitcraftheadcanons and the entire community that helped make the original au!!! yall are real cool people!!!! <33

[artistlara]

"...Someone I know," says the Teacher.

Based on this part specifically in the fic:

Link to the fic is above :) just click the caption (it'll redirect you to the chapter the art is based off of)

[twpsyn-who]

Oh My God, what's with Steter shippers and making Stiles a cis girl?!

[alala122344]

HELLOOO!!! r there any writers that writes for haikyuu anyone can recommend? :DD(smut of fluff ANYTHINGS FINE) (I’ve been scrolling through ao3 n js cant find AN ACTUAL GOOD ONE AUGHHHJSSBBD and my thumbs hurting from scrolling through tumblr tags sobz) i recently js got into it and I JS ACTUALLY FINISHED IT YESTERDAY JSJSJSV ITS FUN ILOVEIT SO I WANT TO READ FICS AB IT ASWELL!! TJANK U IN ADVANCE <33

[guiltyreverie]

Lollipops and cigarettes

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader

Content tags: established friends, slytherin!reader, no angst (i deserve a medal for this lmao)

Warning: mentions of drugs, suggestive content but no smut, just heavy foreplay

Prompt: "I know I signed up for this and all, but... if I die, it's still your fault and I will not hold back on blaming you." (source)

Summary: Mattheo thinks it‘s fun to explore the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night

A/N: boy, the way I hop from one Riddle to another - i can fix him ykyk ok but these are shorter than other fics since theyre part of the prompt thingy I’m doing and I figured I should get started

Word count: 1.9k

You would kill him - you will kill him - if whatever is in here doesn’t kill you first and then you’ll kill yourself for letting him persuade you in the first place.

Mattheo disregarded many things, like his school work, attendance, relationships but you gotta leave it to him - he knew how to push your buttons and when he said he’d take Amara from the year below with him if you weren’t joining him, you snapped and agreed - looking at nothing but pitch blackness and the occasional rustle - that always scared the living shits out of you - you thought to yourself, he should’ve taken her.

You weren’t the type to get frightened easily but the eerie dread that filled you once you were so deep in you couldn’t even see Hogwarts anymore it was over and you almost jumped at every sound, your hand subconsciously reaching out for Mattheo only for him to give you the most shit-eating grin and tease your anxious behavior - Salazar knows why you like this idiot in the first place.

The unsteady path shaped by the trees seemed never ending and incredibly unnerving, even if you tried to see the end it was just pitch black.

“Come on, princess, ”, he pokes your side with his elbow and nudges his head forward, “who knows what’s waiting for us out there.”, he smirks and you scoff loudly and hit him, resulting in the leaves rustling in the trees and crows suddenly emerging with loud ‘craws’ and you almost shit yourself.

Subconsciously you hold on tighter to him to the point your chest touches his arm.

“I hate you, by Merlin’s beard, fuck you, Riddle.”, you whisper-shout into his ear; his head turns towards yours in a matter of a second, your face was already so close to his, your noses brushed together when he turned; you could feel his breath tingling on your lips.

Shivers ran down your spine - you were used to the tension that followed almost every interaction you had with Mattheo but this? This was on a different level - the both of you were alone in the woods, your body clinging to him and now you just had to move forward, not even two inches and you’d finally know how his lips taste - you bet like a mixture of lollipops and cigarettes.

He smirks and you could feel the ghost of his touch on your lips - you will breach the distance between you guys if he isn’t going to do it.

His hand reaches out for your hair and brushes a piece of it back behind your ear and you’re finally able to make out the shadows on his face, like his scar on his nose, or the scar on his right eyebrow, from the small light of the moonshine seeping through the branches of the tree and your breath hitches - he was smiling.

You knew you liked him and you knew how it felt to like someone but nothing could’ve prepared you for the way his smile accompanied by the soft glow of the moon on his face would make your insides explode; make you feel so warm - the former coldness of the forbidden forest long forgotten.

“Fuck me yourself, babe.”, he grins and the almost fairy tale-like illusion you just created in your head shattered - this is Mattheo fucking Riddle, by Salazar you still don’t know why you like him, of course he’d make a dirty jab at you.

You were about to roll your eyes and push him away but you had a better idea in your head; your hands reach for his jawline and you start to trace it, his small beard stubbles scratching your fingertips and you can see the way he gulps hard by his adams apple - his jaw clenched but a curious glint in his eyes - what are you doing? Your fingers start to trace the way down to his neck, followed by his collarbone towards his chest and abs until your fingers stop at his waistband; his eyes follow your touch in anticipation and curiosity but he hasn’t dared to utter a single word. You tug him closer towards you by his waistband and you reached up until your lips ghosted over his neck - right above the spot most girls would leave their hickeys on, you assumed it was his most sensitive spot; a few seconds later you make your way back to his ear, your lips graze his earlobe and you can hear his breath hitch and you smile: “Don’t mind if I do.”

He sucks in a deep breathe and gives you a warning glance: “Fuck, princess, unless you actually plan to follow up with that, don’t tease me like that.”

“Why not?”, you smile knowingly, Riddle might not be interested in romantic relationships but you knew the effect you could have on a man.

“I don’t think you want me to leave you alone right here because I have a hard business to take care of”, he glances down towards the dent on his crotch, your hand was still on his waistband and you let out a small giggle, “do you?”

“Let me take care of it, then?”, you give him your best doe eyes while your hands slowly pull on his waistband and you can almost see him come undone at the mere idea of you touching him - it made you feel powerful, hopeful and needy for him.

“Princess,”, his eyes darkened, he seemed to finally snap out of his trance and before you know it your back was pushed against a tree, Mattheo’s arms were wrapped around your waist and his forehead was leaning against yours, he was breathing heavily, as if he could barely contain himself - he looked at you like a starved prisoner, ready to finally devour you after he’s been denied for so long and god did it turn you on.

“Tell me off.”, he whispers against your lips, you start to wonder if you have to beg him to kiss you and you shake your head.

“Kiss me, Riddle.”

His lips immediately meet yours and you close your eyes leaning closer into him, wrapping your arms around his neck while he pulls you even closer by your waist. Earlier he looked like he could devour you and right now, he is, his one arm went up to your head and he started to slightly tug at your hair, not hard enough for it to hurt but hard enough to make your head go back and for you to let out an involuntary moan.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”, he breathes against the outer corner of your mouth and starts leaving sloppy kisses there as well.

His hands roam around your entire body until they find the back of your thighs and he starts to knead them slowly and you let out a small gasp at the sudden sensation of his big hands around your thighs, you were growing hotter and hotter, you wanted - scratch that- you needed this man, the tension in your core only growing stronger.

He lifts you up by your thighs, his lips never leaving your body, it felt he like was trying to engrave this feeling into his mind, and leans you against the wall, your crotch is right against his, your needy core almost immediately starts to rub against his hardened member and you let out a whimper.

He gently bites you in the neck and licks your most sensitive spot and you moan out his name.

“Baby”, he groans, “moan my name again”, his hands meet your ass and he gives it a firm squeeze and you moan out his name once more.

Just when he started to take off his shirt an alarm went off and you opened your eyes hazily.

“Fuck”, Mattheo curses and immediately puts his sweatshirt back on.

You have to take a deep breath to get back from the high you just felt and you give Mattheo a concerned look and breathily say: “What’s wrong?”

“Theo texted, there’s an emergency and they’re gathering all the students in the great hall.”, he bites his lips and you can’t help but almost completely disregard what he’s currently saying and only want to feel his lips on yours again.

“You’re staring.”

“Can’t blame me.”

He chuckles: “Now, princess”, he grabs your hand and starts pulling you back to where you had come from, “we gotta hurry before we get into big trouble for sneaking out.”, he gives you one last glance, and the current situation finally seems to dawn onto you and you start to freak out.

“Salazar, fuck, Mattheo, we’re so going to get a whole year of detention if they catch us.”, you bite your lip, the anxiety finally overshadowing your horny mind and you both hurry back to Hogwarts.

Out of breath you finally are inside the castle, skillfully evading any teachers or prefects and you can’t help but curse at him, the anxiety taking over - what if you’re too late?

"I know I signed up for this and all, but... if I die, it's still your fault and I will not hold back on blaming you."

“Nobody is going to kill you.”, he chuckles.

You roll your eyes: “Clearly, you haven’t met my mother.”

“I’ll just swoon her off her feet, too.”, he smirks and you pretend to gag at him.

He checks his phone: “We’re fine, Theo says, they’re still gathering all the students.”

You sigh in relief: “Theo deserves the greatest head for warning us like this.”

He turns around to face you, almost as if you’re insane, like he can’t believe your audacity, his jaw clenched: “Do I need to remind you of who’s name you moaned 30 minutes ago?”

Your eyes narrow in confusion until you finally get it and you can’t help but smirk: “I meant a joint.”

“Oh.”, he looked dumbfounded.

“You jealous, baby?”

The both of you arrive at the Great Hall and before you can enter Mattheo grabs your arm and halts you from entering.

You stare at him confused and expectantly.

“This is more than just sex to me, princess.”, he looks at you, his eyes filled with so much vulnerability you soften at his words and your inside starts to fill with joy, you had hoped this is how it would be between you guys, even if you had been fine with just staying friends as well.

“I feel the same”, you smile at him and squeeze his hand.

He smiles back and you make your way into the Great Hall, the both of you skillfully and undetected make your way to your friends and stand next to them.

When they spot you they greet you with laughter and smiles, Theo winked at the both of you and all of you waited for the roll call, all while your hand never left Mattheos grasp.

“Y’know we’ll continue later, right?”, he whispers in your ear and when you turn around you’re met with his smug grin and the brightest shining eyes in the room and you smile feeling absolutely content and you can’t wait to taste the taste of lollipops and cigarettes again.

[tentakelspektakel]

Get to know me tag game

Rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with.

Tagged by @zahmaddog bro its been a month or so but i finally am getting to it xD

Favorite color : I fear this question fr cuz idk if I do have one 😭 orange maybe? red.. yellow? blue ?? AAAA

Last song : Got the Life - Korn

Currently reading : all the clone fics <3 also The Last Wish by Andzej Sapkowski in polish aka the Witcher

Currently watching : Rebels and Rewatching TCW with a friend :)

Currently craving : Motivation to work on my cosplay & Caramel Ptasie Melczko 😔 (if ykyk)

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[tinkerbelle05]

~Pretty in Pink~

Characters:Jaime Reyes x Fem!reader

Genre: Fluffy

Summary: (Requested) Thanks for the request, and I am so, so sorry this is late! 🎀

Request: Can you write a Jaime Reyes fic where he has a bimbo gf. Like she's just so bubbly, pink, soft, ykyk but she has like no filter and is a little on the slow side. I just wonder what their relationship would be like. She'd totally leave her hyperfeminine stuff at his place and his sister would just tease the living hell outta him! That would literally be so cute! Thnx pookie!

Warnings: Slight suggestive things but nothin too crazy

Jaime’s Bimbo GF

You two met while he was on campus. He saw you at some event, welcoming the freshman or something like that. He couldn’t remember, but he remembered you. Decked out in everything pink, you were beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. He wanted to talk to you. To introduce himself to you. To get to know you.

He was positive there was a beautiful soul underneath that beautiful face.

And he was right.

You were kind, funny, smart. And so much more. Though, you had a nasty habit of saying things that first came to your mind.

You’d have Jaime laughing with the observations (at times verging on insults) you’d give to people.

“Why his butt out like that? Dude can afford Jordan’s but not a belt?”

And…

“I don’t get people that go bare face but have a 10 inch lashes on? If your gonna do all of that, then at least but some blush on. Some lipgloss at least, jeez.”

At times, you don’t understand that you are being rude or mean. To you, you were just pointing out the obvious.

Speaking of makeup though…

You wore it. Lots of it. Of course you’d be wearing pink but you would switch it up. Though the color would always be bright and colorful. You weren’t a pastel type of gal.

You would force Jaime to be your personal bag carrier when you go on shopping sprees to the mall. His limit was 5 bags per hand, even when you begged. He cheered you up with some boba and ice cream though.

Eventually, most of your stuff was in his room. Your scattered clothes in his dorm room and your make up items all over his dresser and bathroom counter.

And obviously this habit of yours carried over to when you and Jaime went home for spring break. It was a pleasant surprise that the both of you lived in the same state, nevermind the same city.

Which leads to…

“Jaime Reyes, get here right now!” Jaime heard his mother, Bianca yell at him.

Jaime ran over to his mother fast, the urgency in her voice had him thinking the worst; maybe there was a spider or a robber

Or…

A pair of lacy pink panties she held in the air. At the sight of the panties, Jaime froze in his place.

His speechlessness didn’t faze his mother at all as she gazed sternly at him, “Explain. Now.”

After an hour of interrogation, Bianca demands to meet you. Your charming personality and softness was welcomed, especially since she was fearing the worst when she saw the lacy underwear.

His family loves you, and you were a permanent figure in their household l. Spending holidays with them and hanging out in general.

But back to you and Jaime tho…

He’ll let you put make up on him. Just ONCE. And there could be no photos or anything. These were the terms you two agreed upon after you begged and nagged him for months about it.

Somehow though, Milagro managed to somehow take a picture (Jaime thinks it’s her evil sister powers) and now she will never let him forget it.

Even when he thinks that she had forgotten all about it, she’ll stare at him and say, “You looked so cute with that blush. What was its name again?”

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[laura1633]

I just had an idea for an angsty fic where like, if you love someone, and are willing to give up on your life, you can cry tears of gold for that person ( to save them from something) and in your final breath you can wish something for them ( that will eventually come true) , so like, lestappen are racing, they crash, one of them doesn't come out of the cockpit (ykyk) or, OR lestappen+Oscar????

But if there's any possibility of a happy ending, I will clearly take that

Warning in tags.- tw: mention of death. Please don't read on if you will find this upsetting. I know people might be dealing with things right now and not want to read certain topics.

For a happy ending how about ….

Charles is in a crash and Max comes running over and realises it’s really bad and Charles isn’t going to make it. Max is madly in love with Charles (but has never confessed his love), he knows that by crying golden tears he can save him but this would mean Max giving up his life for Charles’. Max decides he wants to do it because he doesn’t want to live without Charles. So Max cries golden tears and in his dying breath he wishes for Charles to live a long and happy life with whoever the love of his life is. 

Except Max is the  love of Charles’ life so in making that last wish Max brings himself back to life so that he can live a long and happy life  with Charles

[cuppajj]

Two things!

One: As a pure vanilla enjoyer saint vanilla and the way you draw pure vanilla in general makes me ooohhhhhh so happy like jumping and doing laps around my room like a sick person happy. I love it picasso da vinci van gogh

Two: do you accept humble offerings of fanfiction- not necessarily of your own au but about crk characters in general? asking because what can I say I love showing the things i write to creators i like 😞

Thank you!

For the second question… ehh? I don’t know, if it’s not related to anything I’ve made then probably not? I’m fine with being tagged in fics that are related to my au or art (like if a fic was inspired by something I made), but I’m not comfortable with being tagged in random fics that are completely unrelated. I appreciate the thought but I like discovering fics at my own pace ykyk

[moths-one-super-crazy-project]

hi guys!

this is a little side blog I’m making so I can yap about my series that I’m working on! I’ll probably just rant about what I’m working on, post snippets occasionally, maybe put some polls out when I can’t make a decision, ykyk. I’m predicting right now a solid zero followers, so really this is just for me to scream into the void and pretend people care enough to listen lmao.

little bit of background for the series! it is HEAVILY grumbo-centric, and it follows the same Grian and Mumbo, reincarnated again and again and again. They rarely get flashes of memory of their previous lives, but otherwise they have nothing.

despite their lack of memory, they gravitate towards one another again. and again. and again. no matter how horribly their story ends, they always find each other, and they always fall in love. Every universe is both strikingly different and haunting similar to the ones before it, so who knows what will happen? (me. muahaha)

here is the link to the series on the sub-zero chance anyone is interested! currently only one fic is posted, but that should (hopefully) change in the near future :]

tags under the cut!

woah! a tagging system?? in one of MY blogs?? Unheard of!

series tag-

#atyau (a thousand years au)

will be used for anything related to this au

fic “code” names/tags-

#atyau Royalty AU

#atyau Vampire AU

#atyau God AU

#atyau Hideaway AU

#atyau Moon Big AU

#atyau The Finale

snippet tag: #atyau _____ snippet (example: # atyau Royalty AU snippet; #atyau God AU snippet; etc, etc)

yapping tag: #god moth won’t shut up

poll tag: #moth is indecisive

[star2fishmeg]

hello bbgorl :3

take ur time in doing ur fic but is it okay if you could write some jaw dropping smut of rocky please ? 🥺 thank you girlie !!

stay strong qween

-rockys favorite hoe

ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴏɴɢʙɪʀᴅ

Pairing: Rocky x afab!reader

Summary: Rocky pays y/n a huge apology for all the nights he’s come home late by making up for lost time in the sheets

Warnings: 18+ smut, pwp, somnophilia, hickeys, manhandling, size kink, swearing, pet names (baby, songbird), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), degrading (slut), praise, creampie

Authors note: it’s here ryuk teehee, wasn’t sure if you wanted to be tagged but ykyk

Request: above!

He knew it was late. He knew he had to creep around his apartment, even after a long and stressful day of SWORD drama. Rocky kicked his shoes off and threw his red-lensed sunglasses onto the breakfast bar, cane, and coat on the sofa as he made his way through his home, the floor creaking as he made an immediate B-line for the bedroom at the end of the dark hallway.

He came face to face with the door, taking a deep breath and prayed she’d be in a good mood. He couldn’t endure another night of scolding because he was late to bed, and he completely understood that he deserved it, he had promised to be around more. He finally slipped into the room, running his fingers through his blond hair at the sight of his lover, tangled in the white sheets, arse on perfect display and laying on her stomach.

“Little tease.” He grumbled, removing his clothes until he was left standing on his side of the bed in his boxers. Sliding quietly in next to her, he propped himself up on his side, free hand running over the curve of her spine, up her back and back down to her bare cheeks. She stirred under his cold hands, every contact sending pent-up excitement to explode within her. Of course, she knew he’d be home late, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t at least try to convey her message to him. Every night, laying and waiting patiently for him to return and take his stress out on her pussy, only for it to never happen. And this time, she’d fallen asleep for real.

The mattress dipped underneath her, Rocky’s fingers sliding between her folds while his lips placed feathery kisses over her shoulders and trailed over her back. Her eyebrows knitted at the sudden chill to her clit, massaging it slowly to hear the sleepy mewls whining from her mouth.

“So fucking wet, baby.” His hoarse voice rumbled in her ear. He placed sloppy kisses on her neck, inserting one thick finger into her cunt and giving languid pumps, and inserting another digit. He let out a low groan, kicking himself at how he’d forgotten how much he loved the way her pussy felt, keeping him warm every time. He curled his fingers, gentle moans slipping from y/n’s throat, yet she remained asleep, his fingering obviously becoming part of her dream as she squirmed in the sheets.

He nipped and sucked at the flesh on her neck, leaving little markings of where he’d been as if it were an accessory to be paraded, fingers curling and thrusting faster in her pulsing walls until she soaked his fingers in her release. He smirked, watching the string of cum snap as he drew his digits into his mouth. He loved the way she tasted; nothing could compare in his world.

Rocky palmed his dick, throwing his head and straddling her backside, his chest rising and falling as he watched her squeeze her thighs together and just barely seeing the arousal glisten under the moonlight peeking through the blinds. Hands ran softly over her thighs before he pulled his boxers off, throbbing cock springing free and he lined himself up, lips making their way up her back and into her neck and he slowly pushed himself in, inch by inch for her to adjust. Butterfly kisses swarmed her shoulder and the shell of her ear, Rocky whispered sweet nothings as if she were listening before drawing his hips back and forth with a lazy pace to feel the pure ecstasy of her pussy swallowing him whole.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n,” he whispered, continuing his rhythm of rocking, “m’sorry to keep you waiting.”

Y/n stirred, eyes fluttering open but her mind immediately comprehended the weight stuffed inside her. Her mouth opened but no words came out, hands gripping the pillows as the man above her sucked purple flowers into her neck.

“Rocky!” she moaned, craning her head towards him, “Fuck me like you mean it.” He captured her lips into a deep kiss, tongues beyond the point of asking permission and straight-up saliva swapping while he rutted into her. Y/n’s tiredness passed, becoming more awake than ever as all the chills inside her were suddenly warmed into a blazing heat that shot straight to her cheeks and cunt, clit pulsing. She shoved her face into her pillow, muffling her moans but Rocky’s fingers slid through her hair, taking a fistful, and yanking her face up, the lewd whine tearing through her throat being music to his ears. He paused, the other hand sliding under her waist and forcefully propping her onto all fours as if she were a limp, rag doll, only to continue slamming his cock relentlessly. Satisfied with her response, he pressed her head back down into the pillow, head to the side so she could still breathe and sing her melodies to him. She arched her back, eyes rolling back at him thrusting so perfectly as if her pussy was just made for his cock.

“Such a good slut,” he grunted, “All for me. Sing more for me, little songbird.” She whimpered with every thrust that hit her pelvis, fingers gripping the sheets with tears rolling down her cheeks.

Rocky abruptly stopped, earning a disappointed whine from his lover. He wet his lips, sweat dripping from his temples. Grabbing her by the hips with a harsh grip, he pulled out and flipped her over onto her back, before fucking back into her cunt hard. The volume she moaned bounced off the walls, the song he always deemed his favourite.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she chanted, arms wrapping around his shoulders when he dove in to land a rough kiss on her lips. Pulling away to finally take a needed breath, his teeth nibbled on her neck and down her collarbones, leaving no skin left untouched – she thrived off hickeys, any sign her man had been railing her into oblivion was enough to get herself off too when he was away.

“So tiny,” he mumbled into her neck, “So small and precious. So beautiful underneath me, s’good takin’ me s’well.” Her pussy throbbed, his cock disappearing into her and hitting the spot every time, sending jolts of adrenaline straight to her head. She didn’t want to walk in the morning.

He lifted his head to see hers lulling into the pillow, eyes half-lidded and voice completely slack and letting every mewl out for him to hear. Her nails dug into his back, between the ridges of his muscles and leaving red scratches on his skin, every rut leaving another claw mark.

“Rocky!” she panted, arms slacking, “m’gonna cum, baby.”

“Cum with me, be a good little birdie.” His pace grew sloppy, his own stamina wearing out and with his last piston thrusts, release soaked them both. Y/n’s legs twitched, body becoming numb while he pushed himself off her, pulling his cock out and giving it a few rubs to ensure her pussy was fully submerged in cum. Y/n lazily slid her hand down her body to her cunt, smearing the fluids over her folds and assisting him in pushing every last drop inside of her.

“I love you, Rocky. I love you s’much.” She slurred, lips using all the remaining energy to form a smile.

He chuckled, “I love you more, songbird. Love you s’much.”

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[drowningindango]

you might have made a post about it before but im dumb and dont know how to look ykyk- UHH- do you have any madaobi fic recs? your honor i looooove themm

especially darkfic, anything focusing on madaras manipulation and psychological torture of obito or just the more messed up side of it. i love when theyre complicated and messy and madara is madara and obito has that little cute bit of stockholm syndrome that makes his adult self so adorable

Well, anon, I can definitely try :) and, no, I haven't made a rec post before as far as I remember

I know you said darkfic, but since you didn’t specify whether you’re comfortable with nsfw (sex) or triggering topics, I’ll add some warnings for the individual fics anyway. 🤔 (Please also check the tags of the fic before reading)

I’m also tailoring this list to your interests mostly.

(So if anyone else wants to ask for madaobi recs that go into a different direction, like wholesome fluff, horror, any other genre, hit me up xD my personal taste goes more into the direction of them being like yin and yang, push and pull, give and take, where the power dynamic can be flipped in the blink of an eye)

oh, uh, and if you click on the fic titles it'll link you directly to the fic

Rec list:

Between Black (narzissus)

Nsfw, sexual content, canon compliant. Can definitely recommend this one for you. :)

find your way by moonlight (blackkat)

A fic that really got a nicely written messed up dynamic between them. Multiple warnings here: Obligatory nsfw and dub con/non con warning. madaobi is not the main ship of the fic and is not the endgame!!! And as far as I remember, it gets cut off very early in the story. The reason I still recommend the story is because it got exactly that complicated stockholm syndrome and manipulation going on that you want, and the story dives right into that with the first chapter. (And it’s deliciously good). …I admit that I’ve literally only read the madaobi parts xD

Sealed off (Glove)

A short fic by my good friend Glove (who has written a lot of madaobi fics and I can warmly rec them all, but I picked a few that fit your taste specifically). 💕 Sfw, gore. Features the seal on Obito's heart.

Eye to eye (Glove)

No sexual content, but non con intimacy. Very manipulative. Another short fic.

Promise of spring (Glove)

Warning: mentions of mpreg and forced pregnancy. No sexual content. Definitely contains psychological torture for Obito xD

Longing (Nalyra)

This one has other ships besides MadaObi (mind the tags), if you dislike that, skip this one. but 👀 it sure got aaaaall the manipulation, messy relationships etc. aspects for madaobi. And it does it well. Warnings: nsfw. It's smut. Lots of it. xD

Your Warmth Burns Me (DualDreamer)

Idk, I'll be so bold to throw in my own fic here, even though I don't know if it falls even remotely under your parameters. It's definitely not a darkfic. But it's dealing with complicated feelings Obito has and it's veeeeery short. Sfw.

Enquiring_angel

This is my secret tip where I don't give a hoot about the parameters. xD Read any fic that's by enquiring_angel!!!!!!!! Just scroll through the madaobi tag on ao3 and if you see that name, click on it. She has such an amazing grip on the characters, I love her writing so much.

Secret tip: use online translator to read fic

Madaobi has a lot fans in the Chinese community on ao3. Can’t read Mandarin? Use a translator! Often the result will be a bit clunky but I found that once you get used to it, your brain can bridge the gap (like names that get messed up by the translator, or any grammar/sentence structure issues). There are some real gems out there. <3

Finally:

Otherwise, I can only recommend looking on ao3 by yourself. If you filter out any languages you can’t read (and maybe add some tags you prefer), the number of madaobi fics is small enough and not too overwhelming to navigate. (There are probably some fics I missed because I didn’t read them/they’re not up my alley, but might be to your liking?)

I hope this list helps out for a start. ^^

[fangirlanxiety74]

Making a post that I'm gonna reblog every time I have an update on the Ted x Gorrister fic that I'm writing until it's finished!!! Tagging it as "GorriTed" so incase y'all don't want to see the updates ykyk.

But anyway

We're a little over 300 words right now and it's so far just been "Ted and his Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Night" and yk, I think that's expected for just about every fic told from Ted's perspective. Bro just has an awful time and we eat that up, I feel.

Also I did end up making a playlist for them and there's only 3 songs on there. One of them is "A Wistful Waltz." If y'all have suggestions to add onto it, feel free to tell me.

Don't worry y'all, it's coming!

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[parkcivanon]

WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW HAPPY I AM RN AFTER READING UR SIMULATION FICOMG,,,,,,,,, Like !! After watching mc but it's a simulation, it has been my new hyperfixation alongside park civ but the thing is it doesn't have nearly as much content. God I wanted a fic so bad I literally scrolled through all 18 pages of park civ tag just to find a sim fic.... UNTIL I SAW UR FIC AND I WAS LIKE OMG A SIM FIC??!???? And I didn't even realize you were the park civ anon cuz I was in such a hurry to read and God it singlehandedly became my fav fic,,, like your writing style is so satisfying and the flow is AMAZING BUT my favorite part is definitely your characterization of simEvbo.... He's so angry but in such a evbo way I honestly think this is what he would have been if he had been more fleshed out in canon. The inner dialogue is great hehe I love him he's full of issues and desperately need therapy<3

Also normally im more of a evbo fan than a seavbo but the bit with simSeavbo's dynamic is *chef's kiss* you really scratched the itch I never knew I had in my brain here..

(in the interest of not having this post be unreadably long, the second ask as well as my response is under the 'read more'.)

ALSO ALSO,, I actually read most of your fics so after the simfic I decided to give the amongus au a go since I usually don't read smut but your writing is just so nice I needed more... I loved the setting and the characters esp clown pierce and AJ which is very unusual (I never rlly liked antagonists😭) but your characterization is by far my favorite. I never knew I needed a morally grey villain where they r evil but not in a flat evilevil way ykyk,.. AJ was honestly such a refreshing character since you def fleshed him out from canon! Same goes to clown pierce but he is def less evil and mysterious than in canon since I assumed he and the old man never has a fall out. Tbh I was actually expecting clown pierce to idk.. do something mischievously evil and villain worthy but instead he actually became quite nice?? And sweet?? Ok yea I definitely prefer your choice more now that I think about it

hellooo :). there are more sim fics? i couldn't find any others but i only gave the tags a cursory glance.

thank you! simulation evbo has quickly become one of my favourites because i am a wee bit of a sucker for the evil alternate self trope (as well as some good ol' religious theming...) he should go to therapy, but he'd probably end up giving the therapist a crisis.

i think on some level seavbo has a large impact on both parkour civilization evbo and simulation evbo, romantically or otherwise; seawatt is a significant character in both, to the point where it's difficult to begin to describe evbo without describing him in relation to seawatt (this is more of an issue with parkciv evbo.)

anyway, onto the next half of the ask; the among us au is honestly something i still think about. i think clownpierce's character in canon is heavily influenced by the severe isolation he experiences, and this is represented in the au by his reclusiveness at the start; evbo hardly manages to speak to him until nearly halfway through, i believe.

clown's character is extremely divergent and this is something i'm aware of: i was considering having him be worse, but having him as direct foreshadowing for seawatt's arc almost felt like divine inspiration, as well as having his grief and how he reacts to it be a parallel to evbo's; you'll notice both of them immediately isolate themselves, and both of them fall back on their work as escapism.

i wasn't expecting this response to be mostly about clownpierce, but: you'd be right in assuming they never fell out. their 'falling out' is moreso tied to the old man's literal 'falling out' from life. clownpierce is only an antagonist in the sense that he is intentionally a misleading character: having the main antagonist be one of 'the good guys' is a bit of a red herring, no? :)

aj's character was mostly extrapolation from seawatt's, and he exists as a direct foil to him for that reason. most of what he does is in direct opposition to what seawatt would do, and generally i've characterised him with that in mind. where seawatt would probably go out kicking and screaming he goes with a great deal of grace, and where he is needlessly cruel seawatt is gentle; though they share a good amount of traits too, the most notable probably being their sense of pride.

tl;dr: thank you for the compliments lol... sorry to use your ask as an excuse to talk about among us au's characters and how i decided to develop them in new context, but i'm not really. ty again! <3

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Needs Of A Man

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Actor, Elvis Movie, RPF

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Sonny West, Memphis Mafia

Word Count: 1776 // Rating: Mature

Summary: People say having kids changes a relationship. You just didn’t know how right they were.

Tags/ Warnings: Fighting, Cheating, Established Relationship, Marriage, Adultery, Arguing, Body Image Issues, Pregnancy, Birth, Post Birth Body Changes, Insecurity, Public Arguments, Crude Mentions of Sex, Humiliation, Foot Fetish, Panty Wearing, Babies, Angst, 

Notes: I’m sad just writing this so I hope youre happy lol

Tags for Elvis Fics:  @caitlin1996​ @literally-just-elvis-fics​

Request @elvispresleyisfit12 - Reader , elvis and the Memphis mafia are all sat in the jungle room reader has had elvis and hers baby like two months prior so she feels a bit self conscious / down and the Memphis mafia let it slip that elvis cheats on her almost every night , she breaks down crying arguing with elvis sharing intimate details to the Memphis mafia ( by accident cause she’s saying it to elvis but there in the room ykyk ) you can choose the ending bbg 😘🤭

‘Thanks honey,’ Elvis said as you handed him a drink. ‘No problem,’ you said sitting down on the sofa beside him smiling as he pulled your legs over his lap, his hand on your knee which he stroked it gently. He seemed to be doing it without thinking, not even bothering that there were at least ten other people in the room with you. You supposed it didn't matter. The boys were used to his affectionate ways even if they had dwindled a little as of late. Since having your son, Jesse, you felt a shift in your marriage. Elvis loved being a dad and you knew he was so proud of you for bringing his baby boy into the world but it wasn’t the same. You felt different, like a stranger in your own body. And you were sure Elvis had noticed as his touch and his attempts at seduction had lessened though you figured he was trying to go at your pace which you were grateful for.

That was why tonight had been so special to you. For the first time since the baby was born, you’d had people over for dinner and drinks and once dinner was over you’d migrated into the den talking about everything you had missed out on whilst the boys had been on tour. It was almost as it used to be. He’d been all over you as you got ready, telling you how beautiful you are and now he was caressing you no matter who was looking. It made your heart sing.

‘This is nice baby,’ he said as he sipped his drink. ‘I thought you might like it,’ you said pushing his hair from his eyes as he smiled at you. ‘Of course I do,’ he said leaning in so close he was almost kissing you, ��shame you can't have one.’ ‘I know,’ you grumbled, ‘damn breastfeeding.’

‘The god damn walls shaking, the bed’s thumping against it and she’s screaming right,’ Sonny chuckled. He was sitting to your right, telling Marty about some women he had bedded making you roll your eyes. Living in a house that was almost always filled with boys meant you were never shocked by the locker room talk they came out with, ‘a proper scream ‘oh Elvis right there!’ ‘Proper dirty,’ Marty chuckled. You had barely been paying attention but as you heard your husband's name your blood ran cold. Sonny didn't seem to notice you were listening, probably thinking his conversation was being lost in the grander scheme of things as people were talking throughout the room.

‘What?’ you said your head whipping around. You’d said it loud enough that everyone had stopped their own conversations to look at you. Sonny turned, his face paling as he noticed it was you who had spoke. ‘N-n-nuthin’,’ Sonny stammered watching you like a deer in headlights. ‘You said Elvis,’ you continued, your heart heavy at the mere thought. ‘I misspoke,’ Sonny said, but as you turned your head to look at your husband, he dropped his gaze. Your heart ripped into two.

‘Is it true?’ you said, your voice thick with tears. Elvis said nothing but he sighed as you clambered off his lap. ‘Baby,’ he said moving to stand up with you but you pulled out of his grasp putting your hands on your hips to try and quell the rage that was flowing through you. ‘Don’t,’ you shouted, ‘don't you dare!’ ‘You don't understand,’ Elvis said. ‘Oh don't I? I don't understand,’ you spat, ‘well please enlighten me, Elvis. Please tell me how you just couldn't help yourself from fucking someone else. Let me guess she was like some kinda witch right? Some temptress who could lure you in so much so you could forget that ring on your finger!’

‘It wasn’t like that,’ he protested. ‘Oh so you wanted to?’ you scoffed, ‘forget that you’ve got a wife at home waiting for you.’ ‘You’re always busy! The baby-’ he said trying to reason with you but all you could do was scoff. ‘Your baby! Your baby Elvis! I’m taking care of our child. A child that I carried for nine months, went through a horrible birth with and spend my days trying to keep alive whilst you’re off touring the country,’ you snap, ‘or did you forget about that.’ ‘A man has needs,’ Elvis said defensively.

‘Oh I know,’ you sneered, ‘like when you needed me to clean ya up because you came in your pants from just looking at my feet in them dainty sandals you bought me. Or when you just had to know how my panties would feel against your cock-’ ‘Now hang on a minute,’ he shouted but you didn't let up. ‘What are the boys not allowed to know this shit? Huh? I thought the intimate details of our marriage were there for them to have at,’ you said, ‘or is it just the gory detail of each slut you bed they’re allowed to hear about!’ ‘Y/N,’ Sonny said, ‘it’s not-’ ‘What?’ you said. ‘Are you going to pretend like you didn't help? How many is it Son? How many times have you brought some tramp to his room? Once? Twice? Three hundred times?’ you said. ‘Baby please,’ Elvis said, ‘it’s not that simple. It gets lonely on the road. Sometimes I just need-’ ‘Oh yeah and what about what I need?’ you said trying to push the wave of sadness out of you, ‘who’s seeing to my needs when you’re out schmoozing every whore you can find huh? Who’s thinking of me when I’m crying over the fact I don't look like I used to or when I’m lying in bed awake for hours because you go to sleep without touching me? Who’s thinking of my needs then because it certainly isn’t you!’

Tears were streaming down your face at this point but you couldn’t stop yourself. You’d known having a child would change things between you. You knew that things might be a little harder now you had another person to think of but you’d never thought he’d feel so slighted by the birth of your baby boy he’d turn to the arms of another. That your love would be enough until you couldn't devote your entire being to him and then he’d be happy to find someone else. Elvis’ face crumpled in pain as you mentioned it and the boys dropped their gaze as the circus in front of them suddenly got too much to bear.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘baby I am. I didn’t know you felt that way-’ ‘No because you’re too busy fucking other people,’ you scoffed though it turned into a sob, ‘why? I thought you loved me.’ ‘I do,’ he said coming towards you and placing his hands on either side of your face. At any other moment, you’d cherish the embrace but you couldn't feel anything but hurt. His eyes brimmed with tears threatening to spill over at any moment, ‘I’m sorry. I fucked up but I love you. You and my boy are my world baby.’ ‘How can I believe that?’ you sobbed. You could feel eyes on you from all around and in any other circumstance you'd be mortified at this display of public emotion but you didn't have the heart in your to care. You were too heartbroken to be embarrassed.

‘How can I believe anything you say?’ you sobbed, ‘I thought you loved me.’ ‘I do,’ he said wiping a tear from under your eye. ‘But not enough? Is it me? Am I just disgusting to look at now is that it-’ ‘No,’ Elvis said. ‘Then why?’ you said. ‘I don't know,’ he said, his voice cracking as he spoke, ‘I don't know why. But I was stupid and wrong. And I know I hurt you and I’m sorry. Baby, you believe that right? You believe I’m sorry, right?’

You didn't say anything. You wanted to believe him. Your heart begged you to believe him. That it was a blip. But your head was telling you differently. Things weren't going to change overnight and still had a baby to think about. Your body was still different. What if you couldn't get back to the way you were before? How long would it be before his head got turned again? Except that next time, he’d be more careful.

‘I love you,’ he said leaning down to kiss every bit of your face he could. His lips were warm against your damp cheeks and you could feel yourself yielding to him. ‘No!’ you said pulling away. He watched you with anguish as you ran a hand down your face to wipe the tears and the kisses away, ‘kissing me isn't going to fix everything.’ ‘Then how do I?’ he said, ‘please tell me. Honey, I’ll do anything.’ ‘I don't know what you can do Elvis,’ you said sadly. All of a sudden a whimper crackled over the baby monitor on the table by you and your attention went to it. You picked it up off the table and clutched it to your chest looking back at Elvis once more. The boys were watching you closely, guilt and shame on all of their faces which caused another round of pain to hit you.

‘Jesse needs me,’ you sniffed. ‘I’ll come with you,’ Elvis said starting towards you but you stepped away as if you needed to maintain at least a couple of meters to ensure you didn't start crying again. ‘No,’ you said. ‘Baby please,’ he said pleading at you with his eyes. Tears were flowing down your face again though your sobbing had stopped. ‘I just need you to leave us alone for a while,’ you said, ‘that's what you can do.’

And before he could say anything else you fled the den and headed upstairs to where your son was waiting for you. He was no longer crying by the time you got upstairs, instead, his bright blue eyes and cheeky smile were beaming at you as if you were his everything. You smiled back at him though it was weak and pulled him up out of his cot to cuddle him to your chest. He gurgled as you held him, his warm hand on your neck as he clutched your necklace with his tiny fist. You took a seat in the chair by his bed, holding him as you sobbed quietly.

You didn't know what you wanted. You didn't know what the next course of action was or if you could forgive Elvis. But you knew whatever happened you’d be okay. Because you had at least one boy who loved you with his whole heart.