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taylorswiftbutsimp · 2 months

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Putting Down Roots

>Author’s note: this is not proofread been seeing Zayne's contents lately I currently have a brain rot please enjoy💕

> moments in your pregnancy that zayne deals with

“Zayne” You shake the man beside you, annoyed at how he can sleep peacefully while you suffer with a swollen stomach.

Zayne opens his eyes swiftly and finds his wife crying. Reflexively, he sits up and wipes the tears from her eyes with his pajama sleeve.

“What got you all sad my love?” He then kissed your forehead after tucking some hair behind your ear “nothing!, I went up to pee and then i saw you sleeping peacefully!”

You sniffed continuing your cries “how can you sleep without experiencing a kick from your abdomen” you wailed to your husband punching his chest lightly

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The fact that the days have been gloomy lately doesn't change the fact that the weather also affects your mood. Zayne has been observing you for the past few days, and lately you crave a lot of orange juice.

Not the ones he freshly made himself, the ones in the cartons high with all that sugar, he stated.

“This not the orange juice we get from the store” you frowned closing the tumbler zayne packed from todays picnic

“It’s not. I made them this morning. You've been consuming too much sugar, wife.” Before you can make a comment, he puts the sliced apple in your mouth.

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“Do you think we are together in every other universe? ”You looked at Zayne, eyes gleaming with hope, smiling cheekily at him.

Wrapping his arms around your hips, the other hand caressing your stomach, where his sweet, precious children are resting, even as the months flew by.

Its no secret that pregnancy suits you. Every part of you is glowing. Zayne thinks that even in the early stages of your pregnancy, where vomit is on the side of your mouth, he would still kiss it.

“You're still very childish, even for an upcoming mother” he thinks. In every universe, you two will always be together, no matter what.

“You still didn't answer my question, hubby~” you pouted, swaying your body gently, your chin resting in the middle of his chest. “Yes, because you're worth everything, my precious jasmine.”

#ᗯiᒪᒪoᗯ #its been a while since i wrote😔☝️ i #i plan to expand my fandom #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #li shen #lads zayne #love and deepspace

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sharkneto · 3 months

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Fanfic authors, I have a question!

I've been thinking about how fanfic has become more mainstream in the last few years, and if that's affected how open us authors are about our fanfic hobby.

#poll #fanfic #fanfic author #fanfic writing #i'm solidly a ''i choose who i share with''#that circle slowly expands but i am selective #i have an internal debate regularly about it as i do still carry some shame about the hobby rooted in the fandom climate of a decade+ ago #but i do love writing and i'm wildly proud of my works!#so i feel weird about it and am working to not be so anxious about sharing with friends #and i'm curious of other authors are in the same boat as me #sharkneto speaks

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bowtiepastabitch · 3 months

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Good Omens Fanfic Data: 2023

Top 5 Tags Per Month

Excludes basic a/c ship tags. Common tags coded by color. Interesting changes or patterns are in bold.

January: fluff, human au, humor, post-canon, established relationship

February: fluff, angst, human au, established relationship, hurt/comfort

March: fluff, human au, angst, post-canon, first kiss (honorable mention: pining)

April: fluff, human au, angst, hurt/comfort, first kiss (honorable mention: humor)

May: fluff, human au, blairamok's #IneffableMay, established relationship, hurt/comfort

June: fluff, human au, established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst

July: fluff, angst, fix-it, hurt/comfort, s2 spoilers

~~~~SEASON TWO~~~~

August: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, post s2, s2 spoilers (honorable mention: fix-it) (@neil-gaiman you know what you did)

September: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, crowley is a mess, ineffable idiots

October: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, post s2, crowley is a mess

November: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, crowley is a mess, post s2 (honorable mentions: angst with a happy ending, hurt crowley)

December: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, ineffable idiots, crowley is a mess (honorable mention: Christmas)

January 2024: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, crowley is a mess, human au (honorable mention: anal sex)

At time of posting there are still a couple hours left on the poll that I plan to use for additional GO fic data, so please go vote if you haven't already. Info about how the process for this is under the cut:)

Data was collected on February first, 2023, using Ao3's filtering system. Each month represents fics updated from the first through last days of the month. Please note that fics are filtered by when it was updated, not originally published, so longer running fics will be sorted under when they were finished or last added to. Unrated fics are not included in the graph, an oversight on my part whilst collecting data, but make up a very small portion of total fics and are often podfics or artwork.

Tags excluded in tag rankings are: "Aziraphale loves Crowley", "Crowley loves Aziraphale", and "Ineffable Husbands", which were consistently ranked among the top tags and I found unhelpful for determining patterns in fan engagement since they are, after all, simply facts. Honorable mentions are tags that ranked within the top 10 tags for the month which were unique to the month or contributed to an interesting trend.

Data collection is all done by me, so slight errors in copying down information are possible. Yes I made teen purple instead of yellow, I found it aesthetically pleasing. So sue me.

January of 2024 was included because I thought the additional data provided interesting information, especially the return of the human au tag (officially "alternate universe-human"), the higher ratio of explicit to nonexplicit fics, and the debut of "anal sex" in the top ten tags. It was a great month for the fandom.

Current other data projects include average word-counts by month and estimation of the total number of words written by members of the fandom. If there's any data or patterns you'd like to see, or questions you'd like answered, drop them in my ask box!

All of this is dedicated to the wonderful amazing writers in the fandom, including lovely mutuals whose work I totally recommend @voluptatiscausa @fellshish @phoen1xr0se @indigovigilance @ineffabildaddy (if I didn't tag you don't read into it, I've got a medically-concerningly bad memory and just popped through my recent reads on ao3.)

#top tags are also here if you expand it #good omens #gomens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fandom #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #neil gaiman #good omens 2 #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable spouses #fandom meta #ao3

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historicaldilfs · 1 year

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Baldwin iv x fem!reader

-= imagine helping the leper king fall asleep =-

warning: leprosy ig

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Baldwin IV, King of Jerusalem, retired to his chambers, utterly exhausted. The weight of ruling his kingdom was heavy on his shoulders, and his leprosy draining his energy away, leaving him pained and sore. His eyes were heavy, and he could feel his body weakening each passing moment.

As he entered the room, his queen, Y/N, rose from the bed to greet him, and helped ease him down onto the bed. She could see the exhaustion etched into his face, and without a word lifted of his mask. Gazing at him with an adoring stare she gently caressed his mottled face,careful not to draw out further pain.

She set to work cleaning his wounds. Baldwin let out a deep sigh of relief as she gently tended to his abused and broken body, applying salves and herbs. He felt a warmth spread through his chest as he was treated with an affection he never believed he deserved.As a leper he should left in the dregs of the world with the rest of the poor and pitiful outcasts of the world, should he not? But no, in this court he was loved. He was doted soon and cherished by the girl he got to call his queen.

As she worked, Baldwin felt his eyes closing, and before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep against her soft chest. Feeling it rising a falling gently beneath him with each breath. He savoured this rare moment of peaceful life with her.He felt her hand stroking his hair, and he knew that he was safe and loved. It had been so long since he had truly slept.

Just as he finally drifted into a deep sleep, a guard burst into the room. Y/N could see the urgency in his eyes, but more importantly she knew that Baldwin had not slept in days. Whatever this was could wait .She gently shushed the guard and motioned for him to leave the room without waking her sleeping king.

The guard hesitated for a moment, but Y/N was firm, directing a piercing glare at him. She would not let anyone disturb Baldwin's much needed rest. The guard nodded in understanding and silently slipped out of the room, leaving Baldwin in peaceful slumber.

He would never show his hardships during the day- remaining stoic and strong, however here in her arms he was vulnerable and acquiescent as a lamb.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the window, Baldwin began to stir. He opened his eyes and looked up at Y/N, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. She gazed down at him with her hazy eyes , only showing pure adoration.

"Thank you, my love," he said, his horse voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N smiled down at him, her heart aching. "Of course my king”.

#the kingdom of heaven #baldwin iv #baldwin iv x reader #EXPAND FANDOM EXPAND PLEASE.

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mushramoo · 5 months

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it’s so weird to me that ppl are like “u can’t like William Afton cos he’s a murderer” bro ppl simp for murderers in fiction all the time? Jeff the Killer? Jason? Slenderman lol? he’s fun and he’s got a lot of potential, as long as ur not simping for irl murderers I really don’t see the issue with it. Let me think my murderer is goofy in peace

#I think part of it might be how little the story focuses on the kids #cos I do really wish we got more info on them #but I mean fnaf in general I wish the lore was expanded #that’s a post for another day lol #fnaf #fnaf fandom #william afton #I’m not proship btw. just thought I’d mention that since I used the word fiction and ppl tend to assume #fnaf william afton #purple guy #five nights at freddys #five nights at freddy's

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pocketscribbs · 1 year

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Request: Tails watching Paw Patrol or playing pretend as the characters.

he can’t watch it with Sonic anymore, dude keeps (jokingly)comparing Ryder and Eggman

#wait til they watch the subseries #‘ohh another base? this ryder fellow sure knows how to expand his empire!’#tails can no longer unsee the similarities #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #idw sonic #paw patrol #sonic comics #sonic fanart #sonic #sth #thank you anon for giving me an excuse to crossover two of my favorite fandoms #asks

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ninicaise · 7 months

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"why don't we see laurent's schemes in kings rising? why does he act so helpless, like a puppet?" idk maybe because laurent & damen are no longer friends for the entire first half of kings rising so laurent is back to being completely alone and after prince's gambit he has no idea what to do without damen beside him. maybe bc laurent is not actually the domino master of the series. the regent is. maybe bc laurent is (canonically) behind in the game and the only reason he ever had a chance of winning is literally bc not him nor his uncle can ever predict wtf damen is going to do next. this is textual btw i am not making shit up. just as the "captive prince" is both damen and laurent, the "prince's gambit" is both laurent's and damen's gambit.

#been rereading pg and i have Thoughts #captive prince #kings rising #prince's gambit #damen #laurent #analysis #this is not directed to anyone specifically its just that i've seen this complaint abt kings rising around A LOT #and like. kings rising Has a problem. but it's not this one #laurent's behavior does make sense #literally why are you believing damen whenever he says laurent is an unbeatable mastermind #laurent is the king of duality. cruel yet kind / hating yet loving / serious yet silly / manipulative yet true #why wouldn't he be cunning yet innocent. mature yet childish. powerful yet helpless #look at the motifs bro #this may be a small fandom but we are not immune to fandom mindset. expand your understanding of things its rlly fun i promise

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crown-ov-horns · 2 months

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Captured Angel

Michael Langdon x F!Angel!Reader

Contains: vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, elements of coercion, implied loss of virginity, blasphemy, hierophilia

“Good, you’re awake.”

A chill ran down your spine. You had awakened in an unfamiliar room. Your head ached, your wings hung limp, and your limbs were heavy. The air was soaked to the last thread in malice. It made you nauseous. Gritting your teeth, you dragged yourself up, your mind aflame with a single thought – you had to get out. You looked around, but before you could spot a way of escape, you felt a presence. Dark... Darker than the blackest night. Your heart froze in your chest, a taste of iron suddenly coating your tongue. Though you had not seen his face, you could recognize him anywhere. Seven heads. Ten horns. His honeyed voice left a cold, oily trace on your very soul as he spoke. You drew a deep breath, and spun around, to meet a pair of piercing blue eyes.

His lips crooked into a smirk. Holding your gaze, he moved towards you. You drew back.

“Get away from me, filthy Beast...” you snarled.

Deep down, you loathed yourself for the instinctive reaction. You were a soldier. You had a duty to stand your ground, and instead, you cowered. He promptly crossed the gap between you two.

“Ah-ah!” he scolded, clasping your chin “That’s not very nice, now, is it?..”

You grimaced. Michael Langdon. How ironic, for Satan’s son to bear your General’s name. The one who cast him out... You hoped it hurt the Evil One greatly. Michael caressed your cheek. You winced, and pushed his hand away. Sneering, he grabbed you by the throat.

“Why am I here?” you hissed through gritted teeth.

He glanced down at your heaving chest.

“You’re my captive” he purred “Isn’t it obvious?”

You swallowed. Struggling would only worsen your chances, you knew as much. His gaze darkened with hunger as he watched you – like a wolf, salivating at a wounded deer. Your guts had coiled into a tight knot, a sickly sweet taste coating your mouth.

“Why didn’t your bootlickers kill me?” you asked, not quite certain if you wished to know the answer.

A chuckle escaped his lips. The Antichrist’s lecherous expression made your blood boil. How dare the abomination touch an angel of the Lord, you thought. A strange sensation was budding between your legs, but you pointedly ignored it, just as you ignored the feeling of unease clawing at the back of your skull.

“That would’ve been a waste...” Michael tilted his head “They thought a gift would please me. They weren’t wrong...”

You snarled, attempting to pull away.

“Get your putrid hands off me!”

He tightened his grip on your neck.

“Hush” he coaxed in a mockingly gentle voice “I’m not going to hurt you, angel.”

“Vile creature...” you spat.

He pulled you closer. You bared your teeth, as your face almost crashed into his. Though you did not need air, the pressure on your throat was beginning to make you dizzy. Every nerve in your body screamed to fight - your muscles had tensed, prepared for combat. You might have broken away. Escaped this unholy place. You should have at least tried... But, perhaps because of the mist gathering over your mind, your legs trembled underneath you. You found yourself staring at his mouth. His breath brushed against your skin, warm and silken. Your pulse leapt into a frenzy.

Michael snuck his other hand under your clothes. The captors had stripped you of your armour, and taken away your sword, leaving only your linen tunic to cover you. His fingertips caressed your thigh, slowly creeping upwards. You held your breath as you felt him part the soft folds of your skin.

You had never been fondled like this before. Carnal pleasure was forbidden for your kind. You should be disgusted, you understood as much. Still, the electric-like impulse roused by his touch paralyzed you, preventing you from breaking his arm.

He stroked your entrance. You stifled a gasp, your intimate muscles tightened in anticipation. Your hole was beginning to well with slick. Taking your lack of resistance for a welcome, he slipped two fingers inside you. The feeling of his skin against your sensitive membrane made your head spin, and you barely held back from bucking your hips into his hand.

He let go of your neck, only to wrap his arm around your waist. Keeping you steady, he spread his fingers wider, straining you until it hurt. You shuddered. He massaged the velvety walls of your flesh, driving you to the edge of madness. Aware of how much satisfaction hearing your cries would give him, you clenched your jaw. His skin grazed against a certain knot of nerves, and you nearly sunk to the ground as your legs buckled from the bolt of stimulation. Still, somehow, you did not make a sound.

It only made Michael more determined. He fixated on your sweet spot, leaving you to desperately clutch the lapels of his jacket. His mouth lingered but a thread away from yours - you felt his heartbeat echo against your rib cage. He narrowed his eyes, and pressed his thumb to your clit. Overwhelmed, you drew a sharp breath.

“Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?..” he teased “What is it, my dear? What do you want, hm?”

He pushed a third finger into your dripping slit. You whined in pleasure muddled with despair.

“Speak up, angel” he demanded.

Virtue be damned. Something tameless had infected you. Caught in the furor of sin, you eagerly cast your innocence aflame.

“I...” you stammered “I want... I need you to ravish me...”

Michael threw you onto the bed, and climbed on top of you. Laying flat on your back, your wings sprawled open, you looked up at him, your eyes sweetly half-lidded. His knee shoved between your thighs, he ripped the front of your tunic open. You sighed as cold air brushed against your nipples. He placed his hands on your breasts, savouring the softness of your bare skin. His eyes aflame with lust, he took a moment to admire your flushed, helpless body. Biting your bottom lip, you pushed your chest into his touch. He grabbed you by the throat again.

“You’re mine” he snarled “Mine alone...”

Against your better judgement, you nodded. Your gaze wandered down to his crotch, causing your mouth to immediately water. Michael’s lips crooked into a sleazy smirk. He unbuckled his pants, and slipped his underwear down. Your eyes widened as his hard cock sprung free. Large, but not obscenely so. You pulled the skirt of your tunic up, leaving your aching cunt at his mercy.

He pinned you down under his full weight. You wrapped your arms around him, savouring the feel of luxurious fabric under your fingers. Like an animal in heat, you craved to feel him inside. His eyes locked with yours, Michael clasped your leg, and positioned himself more comfortably. You blindly caught hold of his member, helping guide it into your hole.

Your heart skipped a beat – you let out a moan as your membranes clamped around him. Hardly giving you a moment to adjust, he began to move. The sudden strain roused a twinge, but it soon was obscured by shattering pleasure. No longer holding back your mewls and whimpers, you sank your nails into his back. Should the expensive suit get ruined, it will be his fault.

Michael groaned, his teeth bared in primal satisfaction. Your response only encouraged him, and he quickly picked up the pace. Each thrust sent a shattering wave of pleasure through your fevered nerves. You wrapped your legs around his waist, welcoming them. He traced the tip of his tongue over your neck. You hissed as his long hair tickled you, overwhelming your senses even more. He purred, and nipped at your jaw.

“Kiss me” you demanded.

He obeyed, leaning down to press his mouth against yours. You parted your lips for him, and allowed your tongues to battle for dominance.

“Say my name” he ordered, upon pulling away.

“I can’t...” you gasped in horror.

“Your general isn’t here...” he growled “It’s just you and me...” he pressed his face to your temple “Say my name, sweetheart. Show the Beast how much you’re enjoying your downfall.”

He pulled his cock almost all the was out, then slammed it back in, roughly grazing your sweet spot. Your cried out, and sank your fingers into his hair. You didn’t want to think about her. You loathed to imagine her disappointment in you. But his presence eclipsed her face. Drowned it in the storm of ecstasy ravaging you.

“Michael!”

“Good girl” he praised with a grin.

Shock after shock of ecstasy tore through your body, setting every cell of it aflame. Your forehead was laced in sweat. Your muscles quivered from the tension. You were close. Very close. Turned feral by the pleasure, he grabbed you by the wrists, thrusting into you with merciless force.

“Michael...” you moaned.

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You arched your back, trembling and convulsing as a scream escaped your throat. Michael threw his head back with a snarl. You had grown painfully tight around him, prompting him to reach his own release. You felt him spill inside you – it was the strangest, most pleasant sensation you had ever experienced.

You collapsed into the pillows, limp and gasping for breath. He slumped down on top of you. For a moment, you allowed yourself to soak in the glowing haze of bliss. But, just when he had crept off of you, and was about to pull you into his arms, you leapt up. Using his surprise for your advantage, you climbed onto him – this time, you were the one to pin him down. You caught his gaze, and drew a dagger from underneath your ruined tunic. Afraid to molest their master’s gift, the devil worshippers had missed it.

“You will find the men who captured me, crucify them, and bleed them like pigs” you growled, pressing the blade against his throat “Do you understand me, Antichrist?”

A drop of blood sept from under the metal, glowing against his milky skin in a warning.

“Yes” he murmured, as his eyes blazed with adoration.

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