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episims · 13 days
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Melody "Full of food and energy, I hope?"
Cedric "Ah... yes."
Melody "Good. We shall clear the air, then."
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Melody "When I got pregnant, I told you the moment wasn't right. That I was still young. All these years have passed since, and with all the knowledge and power I've gained... I hoped to feel more sure by now."
Cedric "...I understand. I married you knowing that I have a wish that might never come true."
Melody "That I'm uncertain doesn't equal to no, love. But the reasons I am are rooted deep."
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Melody "...I'm afraid, Cedric. There's no question that a child of ours wouldn't become a powerful magic user. What a rational way to produce a new high witch! Just as my mother did before me."
Cedric "Melody... that's never been my reason."
Melody "Oh, your intentions are clear to me. Those are my own which frighten me."
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Cedric "Ah... but what else is my baby fever than a desire to pass along a part of me? I don't see a difference in wanting to forward your magic."
Melody "Coming from you, of all people! I was expecting warning words about witches playing gods, at the least."
Cedric "Haha... if I ever see you playing god, I promise I won't hold my tongue. But your concern appears rather humane to me."
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Melody "And you? Wouldn't having a child with me go against your contempt for dusty witch ideals?"
Cedric "...I don't want to have a child with a high witch, but I'd be overjoyed to expand the family with the woman I love."
Melody "You'd be closing one eye to only see the side that pleases you more."
Cedric "Perhaps. But I believe it matters too that the baby would be born out of the bond we share, not because we tried to place the seeds where the magic is the strongest."
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Cedric "...Take your time to consider. I won't rush you."
Melody "It's not you who are rushing me, love. As someone just reminded me, the hourglass is emptying for witches as well; the time is no longer at our side on this matter."
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cosmiclumalee · 6 months
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Kirby has all the qualifications to be a mahou shoujo protagonist!
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neutrinoflavor · 12 days
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A whole bunch of magical girl chibis! I had these as stickers for a while in my shop but it's been a while since I made any more. ;w;
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sekaiichi-happy · 3 days
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THANK YOU FOR 1K FOLLOWERS ✿ 2024, sekaiichi-happy
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magical-girl-mayday · 5 months
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The different colors of magical girls
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melodygatesauthor · 11 months
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Marc Spector - Random Horny Thot #1 - The (almost) 40 y/o Virgin
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Marc doesn't want to tell you he's a virgin because he thinks it's embarrassing. He's a grown man, approaching his 40s, and he's never had sex before. Something about the thought excites you to no end.
You’re hovering over him while he’s on his back. His normally stern face looks (very slightly) desperate, like he’s begging you to just fuck him already. You can feel his needy cock twitch between your thighs. He’s leaking precum down his cock and you think he might come before you even have the chance to feel him inside of you.
His hands are on your hips, and he’s trying not to push you down because he wants you to have control. He’s never done this before and doesn’t want to go to hard or too soft. He doesn’t know what you like. Marc doesn’t even know what he likes.
You finally get yourself down so just the fat tip of his heady cock is inside, and already he’s trembling. His breathing is shaky, rapid and so fucking pathetic. You love it. You drop a little lower, his head flies back and almost cracks open on the headboard. He moves his hips upward ever so slightly, unable to help himself.
“F-fuck honey, sorry I just, fuck I want it so bad.”
“Sh, baby I know, be patient,” you tell him.
You’re able to lower yourself down once. One. Single. Time. Before Marc Spector is choking on the moan inside his throat and holding onto your hips so tight you think he might break you in half. His entire body shakes with his orgasm while his cock explodes and he empties inside of you.
He looks at you, so embarrassed that lost himself so early, face rosy and flush, but you just smile and kiss him softly.
“Let’s go again, this time you’re on top.”
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Any of my blurbs can be used as inspo for a fic. Please tag me for credit. Thank you!
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pcktknife · 7 months
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some of the sanrio anime boys are actually kinda cute
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sailorstarr-chan4 · 2 months
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A year ago, I made two different magical girl polls. Now, combining the highest votes on both polls, the ultimate showdown is here!! 👀
Please don't yell at me for "forgetting" your faves; Tumblr polls only have 12 slots and this is meant to be a combined version of my two original polls. If anyone wants to see the results of those polls, click on these links: Part 1 & Part 2.
Happy voting! ❤
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Honorable Mentions: AKA titles I had to cut (alas!) from previous polls due to lower number of votes petition to make polls 20 slots:
Wedding Peach
Cutie Honey
Pretear
Kaitou Saint Tail
Ultra Maniac
Minky Momo
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melodymakesart · 10 months
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Marc + Venom
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Inspired by the Marvel - What If: Marc Spector was a host for Venom?
I'm going to be doing Jake and Steven as well hehehe!
I had a lot of fun with this. Venom is my FAVORITE Marvel character so the fact that it's being combined with Moon Knight is KILLING ME. I just felt s compelled to make this lol.
Took me FOREVER to do Venom, but fortunately I only need to do him once, now to make Steven and Jake's faces yay!
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romancemedia · 6 months
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Anime Girls Blushing
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rosykat · 5 months
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episims · 12 days
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nota-deviant · 5 months
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Hannukah gifts for @perewinklebuzz ^^
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girly-media-studio · 5 months
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sekaiichi-happy · 1 year
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Magical Girls in Blue
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jake-g-lockley · 1 year
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If you want to, no pressure, #19 with dear Marc fronting, but can contain all moon boys of course. Really anything you wanna do is fine with me. Just excited to see what you come up with lovely.
Problems (Marc Spector x reader)
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A/N: Melodyyyyyy hehe I love me some heated Marc Spector content too. Thanks for the ask lovelyy! 
Warnings: MDNI, Making out, dry humping (if ya squint mate), hair pulling, swearing, tiny mention of Wendy (im so fucking sorry y’all)
Word Count: 1.5k
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Marc Spector wasn’t in the best of moods.
He took a deep breath and held his textbooks close, counting random numbers to clear his head as the elevator brought him to his floor. He was exhausted, tired from the failing classes and yelling at the lecturers. He just wanted to dump all of his books onto his bed, grab his gym bag and release some steam in the gym. That was all he had to do to make him relax.
Simple right?
Wrong.
Marc’s other problem lived in his dorm with him and that problem was you. It had been weeks and the both of you had been trying hard to move out of the dorm, but everytime you did, there was a scheduling error that could not be solved which only made the both of you more frustrated. 
You had created a set of rules for the both of you to follow and you followed them religiously. You were the quiet studious girl while Marc was the unbothered jock who did not give a shit about any rule. That’s why the both of you didn’t get along. In fact, you hated each other with a burning passion, passion so fiery that you both could probably blow up the entire row of dorm rooms if you wanted to. 
Marc rolled his eyes and set his hand on the doorknob, knowing what awaited him on the other side. He flung the door open and you turned to glare at him from your desk. 
“Not a word, I don’t want to hear it.” Marc says before you even open your mouth.
“You fucked a chick here when I was at the library! Are you out of your goddamn mind, Spector?” you stood up and slammed your textbook close. 
“I said, I don’t want to hear it.” he pushed again, not wanting to look at you as he shoved things into his gym bag at a rapid pace. 
“You think it's fun to chase someone out of my dorm at 3 am in the fucking morning? You really think the world revolves around you huh?” your rage was boiling over you and you wanted nothing more than to beat Marc Spector to pulp with your bare hands.
You were tired with the way he waltzed around as if he owned the place, as if he could just do as he pleased wherever and whenever. He was moving around the room, mumbling the word “deodorant” and tossing things around. 
“Yea I fucked that chick, so what? What are you gonna do about it? All you do is sleep over your books and worry about studying, what am I supposed to do about it?” He grumbles back, pulling his pillow to check his bed for the missing item. 
You stared at him, appalled at his stupidity. 
“I don’t even do anything to you Spector, why are you doing this to make my life so fucking miserable?” you yell, unable to control yourself any longer. 
To your shock, Marc slides his hand across his desk, causing his pencil holder to go flying across the room, making you gasp. He screams in frustration, and slumps onto his bed with his face in his hands, unable to stop the angry tears from leaving his eyes. He barely let himself take a breath before he looked at you, his head yearning to say sorry but his mouth twisting into a wild scowl worthy of his own mother’s anger. Your heart drops to your stomach as you take note of the tears staining his face, unable to move a muscle as he slowly lifts himself from off his bed. 
“You wanna talk about the things you do to me? Huh?” he says coldly prowling closer to you, like a panther about to strike. 
You find the brain power to make your legs move but you stumble into your chair, catching yourself at the last second. You were confused. What the hell could you have possibly done to Marc that you were unaware about?
“You, you’re the one who makes me miserable, not the other way around, so please don’t tell me that I am anywhere close to making your life agonisingly painful.” he growled through gritted teeth. 
He was getting closer now, you could see the angry vein popping from his neck.
“You wanna talk about how you pull my head right out of a lesson and into all the things I would do to you?” your eyes widened slightly and your ears perked up at the way his voice dropped slightly.
“You wanna talk about how I catch myself watching you when you slowly rub your makeup off your face and do that little smile when you’re done wishing that I could be the cause of that smile?” 
Butterflies took over and began their assault on every inch of your body, sending an array of goosebumps up your spine. 
“You wanna talk about how I sometimes make the mistake of looking at you when you’re fast asleep, wishing that that pillow you hug between your legs was me instead?” 
He was so close to the point that you could see minuscule tear drops clinging to his beautiful lashes.
“You wanna talk about how much I would do just to feel your lips against mine?” 
The last line came out as a whisper, almost as if Marc didn’t want to admit it, almost as if it was a secret too blasphemous that he would rather pay whatever price he had to pay in hell rather than say it directly to your face. But it was too late, he had already done it.
You were surprised that your anger flared harder through your body, almost like a rush of adrenalin as you stared into Marc Spector’s wrathful brown eyes. Your hand shot forward and you grabbed him by the collar of his soft hoodie and you pulled him with all your strength, surprising him and making him stumble into you.
“If you’re so fucking desperate then just kiss me, you fool!” you spat, watching at the exact second when the air in the room changed to something that was out of your control. 
Marc closes the gap between the both of you in an instant, sweeping you off your feet as his lips came crashing against yours. His hands gripped at your hips hard before coiling around your waist and pulling you ever so close, crushing every bone that existed in your body. You moan into the kiss, your arm looped itself around his neck and your free hand combs up his curls for purchase, pulling hard as Marc deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth with enough fervour to turn you into mush, almost as if he was begging you to let him be mad at you.
Once Marc Spector got a taste of you, he couldn’t stop. His hands moved quickly and almost fluidly, snaking under your sweatshirt to feel your skin. Only when you pressed harder against him did he slide his hand to squeeze one of your breasts, nipping at your bottom lip at the same time and making you whine his name and breathe hard against his face. 
“Fuck I want to hear that again.” he said pushing you towards and down onto your bed. 
His lips met yours more carefully this time and you could feel him keening into your touch as you slid your own hands up his hoodie and pressed your palms against his broad chest. You broke off the kiss and pushed him down instead, the vexation you felt against him slowly morphing into a confidence that you’d never thought you had as you straddled his waist. You brought your hand back up to the back of his head and pulled on his curls once more, making him arch back with a moan, exposing his neck for you to devour. 
You started your assault on his neck, kissing, biting and sucking in a pattern that had him writhing against you, grinding his hips up to meet yours. His hands couldn’t seem to let go of you, as if he was absolutely hopeless without the feeling of you. All of his frustrations melted away and were replaced with a soft feeling of needing to float away from all his problems with you. 
Once you were satisfied with the litter of marks you had left on him, you gave him one last, softer peck on his lips and slotted your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, catching your breath as you relaxed onto his body, covering him like a weighted blanket. You only came to your senses once you felt Marc’s hand in your hair, softly brushing through each strand with his fingers. Your hand found his and you laced your fingers with his, cherishing the warmth that he provided. 
“Your deodorant is on your bedside table, by the way.” you murmur into the shell of his ear making him scoff softly.
Marc definitely didn’t need the gym today, all he needed was you. 
Reblogs are appreciated~~~
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