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i fucking love ur writing sm mamas!

anyway. Toji making reader pregnant cause toji found out that reader loves kids <33333

It’s fine if you don’t want to. Anyway love you and your writing darling . 🎐

No, noonie, stop bc like, are you in my brain or smthn!!?? I was thinking about this exact prompt for a long while, and I see this appear in my inbox??! Well, well, *cracks knuckles* you've just given me the perfect opportunity mwahahahaha!!! This has been in my drafts for a minute, but I'm glad it's finally done! And omg tysm for loving me and my stuff, honey!! Hope I make ya proud with this one :') ilysm ♡

Also, I'm mixing in another request into this one since it's a pretty small request (reader sucking on Toji's Adam's apple as he pounds you), plus it makes things easier for me in terms of writing out stuff. Hope that's okay with the other requester; if not, my apologies!ヾ(｡﹏｡)ﾉﾞAnd btw, tysm for 1.6k followers, y'all!! Love every single one of you~☆

Cw: Toji x fem! reader - explicit content, so minors DNI - mating press - Daddy kink - fingering (f! receiving) - breeding - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up!!) - reader skips the pill - fluff at the end bc why not - pregnancy (test at the end) - pet names (angel, baby, darlin', good girl, mama, sweetie) - oral fixation/reader sucking on Toji's adam's apple - the reader has stretch marks on their body bc I said so - praise - overstimulation - clitoral play (sucking & swiping). Wc: 3.4k

Toji, by all means, was not a man deserving of children.

His terrible childhood and upbringing have molded him into an emotionless and reserved person who only feels as though the only person he needs to look out for and care for is himself.

So when the premise of children came to him, he wouldn't give it the time of day. That is until he ends up having youths of his own. Even then, he would do the bare minimum of taking care of them — food, clothes, shelter, and taking or picking them up from school. And to top it off, his job wasn't befitting of a father — a hitman going mission to mission for money that he used to spend for himself, now going to the needs of his kids.

Toji knew Tsumiki and Megumi were better off without a father like him. Fatherhood (or children in general, for that matter) is no easy task, and it's clearly one he's not good at.

But all that changed when you came into the picture.

Never had he seen his kids warm up to someone, an outsider, so quick. Even when he mentioned his children to you at the beginning of your relationship, you didn't falter and happily wished to meet them. And the day you finally did was the day everything became a lot brighter for the entire Fushiguro family.

Not only did Tsumiki and Megumi come to trust you with every visit, but their adoration for you grew tenfold the more you were involved in their lives. And all Toji could do was watch you do your magic, whether it be watching animal documentaries with Megumi, making flower crowns with Tsumiki, or playing with them and the other kids at the nearby park.

And the most impressive part about it all was you teaching and including him in how he could get more involved with his youngsters. Now, his kids are closer to him than ever, going so far as Megumi clapping back on his father's snarky comments and Tsumiki having the man play tea parties (to his dismay, but whatever to makes his little girl happy).

It wouldn't have been possible if he hadn't had you around. You were just such a breath of fresh air to him and any child that came your way. Attentive and caring to the young ones as if you were a natural at mimicking the maternal role. He knew you'd be a great mother to any child, especially your own.

It was that thought alone that made Toji think about you having children. Or better yet, having a child with him. Making you pregnant with his baby. Making you his.

Toji walks down the stairs after putting his son and daughter to bed, his heavy footsteps beating the wooden floor beneath him with every step. He then enters the kitchen area, where he sees you washing the dishes from today's dinner after putting the food in the fridge.

When you notice his presence, you look up and offer a charming smile in his direction, your face illuminated beautifully by the ceiling kitchen lights that the image almost blinds him.

"Hey there." Your voice is always sweet to his ears, still smiling even when you turn back to washing dishes. "The kids?"

"Just finished puttin' 'em to bed," your eyes stay at the sink, but you can feel his heavy footsteps come from beside you. "But they said I suck at tellin' bedtime stories."

Your giggle is heard through the noise of dishes clacking on the rack. "Well, maybe you're not using cartoon voices like I told you to. They like it."

"Yeah, no, I'm not doin' that shit." You chuckle some more at his complaint, and he grabs a dry cloth to dry up dishes from the rack.

It's quiet between you, but Toji will sneak glances at you while you work through the dirty plates. His thoughts from before return, and all he can think about is you with a swollen belly.

The mere idea of having you bear his child fogs his brain. Witnessing your body change and expand with the growth of your little one within you, it's too much for his mind to indulge in.

The more he thinks about it, the crazier and hornier his mind goes. Unable to function suitably, Toji sighs heavily through his nose and places the dish and dry cloth on the countertop.

You notice him make his way behind you, his hands traveling down to your hips as his chin rests atop your head. But you pay him no mind and continue with your task. "Hey, darlin'."

The nickname has you hum to him, eyes focused on the soapy sponge and plate in your hands while your ears wait for him to continue. "Yes, Toji?"

He doesn't reply instantly, roaming his large palms up and down your waist and hips instead. "Ya know I love the hell outta you, right?" He goes on when you nod. "Always takin' care of me and lovin' me. But that love also goes to my lil squirts." A smile creeps in on his scarred lips as you giggle at his way of referring to his children. "It's just crazy to me how you're able to have 'em follow y'r every step, yet I can't even get a hug or smile before they leave for school unless I remind them."

"Well, maybe if their father didn't always bully and call them 'squirts' and 'brats' all day, they would show you some love."

"Shut up," Toji flicks water from the faucet onto your face, forcing you to laugh more from your teasing. His heart swoons from your laughter, having you sway side to side with his body behind you. "But I mean it; you're so good with kids. Makes me wonder how come you never had y'r own yet."

"I just love kids." It was a simple answer. "Plus, I never really had time to care for a child. Got work and stuff, you know. And besides, I practically treat Tsumiki and Megumi like my kids."

"Mmm," he replies aimlessly.

"However," you resume while placing a wet bowl on the rack. "I wouldn't mind having a little one of my own. Now that I'm pretty comfortable with where I'm at in life, I'd love to have a little baby to share it with."

Toji lets your words sink in before saying anything. Now that he sees where you stand on the topic, finally, he can voice his opinion.

"Y/n..." he treads carefully with the words he's about to say. "I've been thinkin' about somethin'."

"Thinking about what?" You can't deny the uneasy atmosphere with Toji's mysteriousness, yet you listen as you turn off the sink faucet.

The two of you stop swaying your bodies with each other. "How 'bout we have a baby?"

Your body goes rigid at the question, and breathing subsides as your mind goes rampant with reflections too fast to comprehend. He wants a child—another child!? With me??!

"Like, right now?" The only question that escaped your lips, your voice hushed to a whisper. No one else is here in the space but you two, although the talk you're having right now feels virtually forbidden to the tongue.

"Doesn't have to be right now," Toji moves his head to your shoulder, his hushed, gruff voice clear to your ears. "But as long as it's with you, one more kid won't hurt, right?"

And your breath hitches when a hand finds its way to the surface of your stomach, his fingers lightly teasing with the flesh of your abdomen. He places his lips on your neck, and you bite your bottom lip to repress a whimper. "Mmmm, why do you want more?" You still press him with questions despite almost dissolving into his kisses. "You already have a gorgeous girl—"

"I wan' have your girl." He murmurs softly to your ear before lightly biting the lobe, and a moan slips past you.

"A-And...a beautiful boy..."

"I want your boy."

"Toji, please," you surprise the older man by turning your body to face him fully, eyes surveying his. "This is no joke! Just because I don't have my own kid doesn't mean—"

You're silenced when Toji brings a hand to your cheek, cupping a side of your face. "I'm not jokin', sweetie. I know I'm not the best dad in the world — hell, I'm pretty lousy at it. But you," he leans forward while you instinctively go backward, hitting the sink behind you. "You're basically a mother to mine and a real damn good one, too. And since ya said things are good now, why don't I make you a parent fr' real."

"Toji—"

"Like I said: it doesn't have to be today or tomorrow. But as long as it's you," his thumb brushes your cheek as he looks deep into your eyes. "Let me give ya a baby, angel."

All you can do is look into his emerald orbs that examine you for a response. The silence between you two is accompanied by the ticking sounds of the clock on the kitchen wall. And after a few seconds, you sigh and place a hand on the big one caressing your cheek.

"If I say yes," your reply has his brows lifted. "Will you give me foot massages and a bowl of ramen at three in the morning and not be a bitch about it when I ask?"

Toji gives you a smile, his scarred lip tugged upwards. And you return one to him as he kisses your forehead.

"Works fr' me."

This is how the two of you end up in the bedroom; the ceiling lights toned down to a low shade, clothes discarded on the cold wooden floor, and the sound of lips smacking fills the silence.

"Mmmm, Daddy..." You whimper through the kisses, your hands find purchase on his strong shoulders, and you yelp when he bites your lip. His lips gradually embark downwards to your neck clavicle. Kisses and light suck to your nipples make you hum in pleasure, and a gasp prompts out when his teeth graze the bud of your soft mounds.

A hand sneaks between your legs and nestles in between the lips of your southern entrance, his big fingers enter inside with the use of the soapy fluid of your cunt, and you wail from the contact while he sucks on your breast.

"Such a good girl, angel." He lets go of your nipple to coax you, his mouth sucking your skin as his mouth continues its journey south. More licks on your body feel hot, kisses placed on every stretch mark he comes across. And he stops when he passes your tummy, coming up to see the view of his digits pushing to and fro inside your leaking chasm. "My fingers feelin' good, mama?"

"Yesssss," you hiss, eyes sewn shut to concentrate on the pleasurable sensation in your slit. He chuckles at your delighted expression before he leans down to suck on your clit, earning a shriek from your puffy lips. "Stoooop, I-I'm too sensitive—Ahhaaaannn!!"

He releases your tender bud from his mouth after placing a chaste kiss on it. "Sorry, baby, gotta have you nice and wet fr' me." He sucks and laps around on your wetness for a few more minutes before withdrawing his mouth from your leaky chasm, substituting his tongue with his big fingers to swipe on your clitoris. Broken sobs seep out from you. "Cummin' on my fingers and tongue, that's my girl."

The throbbing commotion between your legs has your ears ringing and your head pulsing. You've already come three times for thirty minutes. He's such a greedy man, but whatever it takes for you to prep for him.

Speaking of which, Toji props your legs onto his shoulders while aligning his cock to your folds, lathering the girth with your juices. Your heart beats irregularly with anticipation on the rise, a position you're all too familiar with. Toji sees you gawking at his glans kissing your folds, and he sneers salaciously. "Ready, sweetie?"

You give him a smile even through entering your lustful haze. "Skipped the pill and everything, Daddy." And with a kiss on your cheek, Toji wastes no time and pushes his length into you with every inhale you take. And the both of you moan when the cockhead slides right into your vulva. Every inch of his dick descends into you, making you full of his size, and whimpers fail to be suppressed as he scrapes your velvety walls deliciously.

After letting you adapt to him, his hips start with a slow rhythm for you to properly situate yourself with the mating press. However, with how you're gripping around him, it doesn't take long for him to quicken his pace. Soft wails soon become stifled squeals with the bite of your lips from the growing cadence, and your eyes begin to water when the underside of his shaft grazes your inner walls.

But when the tip of his cock finally touches your cervix, a choked scream sneaks past your restraint. And Toji chortles. "Mmmmm, that's what I wanna hear." He grinds his pelvis deep into your cunt, resulting in forced squeaks from your tongue.

"Ahhhnnn! Daddy, please—Oh, Jesus," It hurts to think when Toji accurately jabs your delicate cervix, tears streaming down your pretty cheeks. "Oh, God, it's too much, too mu—Oooohh!!"

"I know, darlin', I know." He comes down to your face, yet his pace does not falter. His speed increases and becomes harsher by the second, and your head pounds hard with every rut. You nibble on his neck, sucking on his Adam's apple as he drills his dick into you. "Nnnngh, so tight on me, mama. Gonna make me go crazy."

As if he wasn't going crazier already with the erratic rut of his hips. Driving his cock deep inside and the sound of his balls smacking your folds is all you can hear. Your face is now entirely hot, matching the tingling sensation of skin slapped together between your legs. You dare to peek down to see the union of your sexes, Toji's member now harboring a white ring near the base. Strings of your slick and his spit keep you two connected during this moment, and more incoherent shrieks are pulled from your throat.

"Nnnaaaaa, ahhhaaaa!!! D-Daddy, please!!" While there's uncertainty about whether your pleas will be heard, you still express yourself to him. "It's coming, it's coming! I'm gonna cum, gonna cummmm!! Nnnmmph!!" And when he comes down to you with his complete weight caging you in, the pressure of his body has you submit to him completely.

"Yeah, wanna cum on Daddy's dick." He says with his condescending, guttural tone that almost makes you melt onto the satin sheets beneath you. "G' ahead, mama—Hmmph! Make a nice mess while I finish here..." His strokes become ever intenser than before; his length brushes your inner walls, and continuous pokes to your cervix prompt your orgasm to climb faster. And you soon fall into a wave of pure ecstasy, your cunt clamping around him desperately while your body trembles.

And Toji is forced to fall into a release of his own when the walls of your slit contract around him, spilling into you with the flex of his abdomen. His sweaty body is on top of yours, and your breathing matches his as you two experience each crescendo.

Heavy exhales sync as you two calm down within your intimate embrace. Your mind slowly returns from its foggy state with the calm atmosphere soothing your body, and your quivers now subsided while the older man lays kisses and sucks on your neck. But it comes to a halt when a sudden yelp comes from your swollen lips because he thrusts into you again, even with your vulva being extremely sensitive.

He lifts his head from the crook of your neck, and it's not to your surprise that he has a smirk on that dumb, handsome face of his. His lips curled to where his teeth peek from under his scar. "Ya know I gotta fuck you more than once, right, sweetie? Make sure you're all filled up 'n all."

You suck your teeth with furrowed brows, but a smile comes up with breathless giggles. "I'm telling you, Mr. Fushiguro, you're most definitely treating me to daily foot massages when I get pregnant."

"Whatever you say," he shuts your threats with a kiss on your soft lips. "My pretty darlin'..."

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Toji twiddles with something in his hand while you lay on his chest in the shared bedroom. The kids were taking a nap after coming from school, leaving the two of you to enjoy the leisure of each other's company.

But today was a different day compared to any other. Because even if you two are looking at the television with the old rom-com displayed, neither of you is actually watching. Too busy distracted with the smiles plastered on your faces to care for what's on the screen. The only thing corrupting your minds is a matter that has you two in glee after a week of anticipation and mutual work.

The man peers at his hand to look at the object between Toji's fingers. Nothing but a pink and white stick — a pregnancy test. And at the center of the device conveyed two red lines, the signature implication that you were indeed with a child. His child.

"Hey, Toji," the call of his name has him look down at you, still facing the television despite your attention not wholly on it. "What do you think they are?"

"Hmm?" It takes a few seconds for it to click until he notices your hand brushing around your belly. He chuckles. "I'm hopin' for a girl. Wan' 'em to look and act like you."

You hum aimlessly at his answer before you berate him with more of your thoughts. "What if it's a boy? I think it'd be cute to have another mini-you running around the house."

"Nah, one mini-me is enough, and he already talks back to me like he's a teen." You giggle at the light sour face he shows and his complaints about Megumi. "Besides, I don't want another me. I'm already a lousy dad, and I didn't have the best childhood. I wouldn't want you to deal with a child that's exactly like me..."

Silence ensues with the answer; it's the only response you deem appropriate. That was the case until you say what was next on your mind.

"Toji, I'm sure your upbringing wasn't the best because people weren't there for you when you needed them. And although that's shaped you into the man I love, even I wouldn't want you to go through all that for a second time." You can feel the weight of his green eyes on you while you speak, though you don't turn to face him. "Nevertheless, times are different. You have me to love and care for you now—you and your beautiful children. You might not be the best dad in the world, but you've done a great job taking care of them."

"Thanks to you." He interrupts you, and you laugh.

"Yes, thanks to me. And because you have me, this little one won't be going through what you went through. I promise you, you're not alone in this. Because I'm pretty scared as this is my first pregnancy. But that's okay since I have you to take care of me. I'll be there to help you, and you'll be there to help me. As long as that's true, we'll do just fine."

Taken aback by your response, the older man turns to the pregnancy test still in his hand. The more he looks at the device, the more he ponders what you said. And a small smile creeps up on him, coming to a decision himself. At this point, it doesn't matter what the sex of the child will be to him. What warms his heart is that you promise to be by his side, helping him watch your little one — his child — his family grow as the days and years pass.

"Now," your voice brings him back to the present, whipping his head back to you. "I can't say the same if we end up with twins. Because you'll just have to deal with one while I have the other."

Toji puts the pregnancy test on the nightstand and goes for your nose to pinch it. "Fuckin' kid, who told you were funny, huh?" Your laughter only fuels him to mess with you more, but that's okay. He's smiling at your silliness, and that's all you want right now.

Because, even if they're not here yet, no child should have a father who doesn't know how to smile.

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blueraineshadows · 23 days

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Breathless

Farmer!Garreth x F!MC

8.6k words. Tags: NSFW / smut / loads of fluff / breeding kink unlocked / flirting / sexual tension

The sun was warm on his back as Garreth sat down on a log, pulled a small tin from his cloth bag, and opened it. He lifted out his sandwich and took a large bite, crumbs sprinkling over his lap that he brushed away with a grubby hand. A curious nose snuffled at his thigh, investigating the crumbs in case a piece of ham had fallen out too. Garreth smirked and scratched his beloved dog behind the ear and spoke around a mouthful of bread and ham.

“None for you, mate,” he said affectionately. “I'm starving after hauling all those hay bales this morning. This is all mine.”

Big, brown eyes looked up at him hopefully, and Garreth patted the spaniel on the head, his fingers soothing the silken fur as he took another bite of his sandwich. But Rusty had other ideas. His ears perked up, and he stood, tail wagging happily before he took off down the trail, barking excitedly.

“Rusty!”

Garreth saw who Rusty was running for, and his heart began to beat a bit faster behind his ribs. He chewed faster, swallowing a huge chunk of sandwich as he brushed the crumbs from his mouth and legs.

It was her.

Childhood friend, expert tormentor, and utterly beautiful. MC was a girl who lived in the village, about a mile from the Weasley farm, and Garreth couldn't imagine life without her. She came nearly every day to help out with the animals and chat with Ma. Her own mother passed away when she was a child, and she had become an honorary Weasley, always around the farm or in the house with the boys as they grew up.

She was a Muggle, through and through, but she knew about their magic. She kept their secret, delighted with their magical abilities but loyal to the bone when it came to their talents. Her only regret had been when he and his siblings had all gone off to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. MC had missed them terribly, but being here at the farm had kept her busy.

It was no trouble for Garreth to admit that coming home for school holidays had meant coming home to her. He didn't care that his brothers teased him about it, poking fun about his little crush on her. Garreth didn't care. He'd tell anyone. MC had always been the prettiest girl he knew, and he'd hex anyone who dared say otherwise. As adults, his feelings hadn’t changed. In fact, they had merely grown stronger.

“You're a bit late today, aren't you?” He called out to her, grinning as Rusty bounced around her legs, tail wagging.

MC was making a fuss of the dog, laughing at his little leaps as she headed closer towards Garreth, her braided hair over one shoulder with loose strands teasing on the breeze around her face.

“Keeping an eye on my timing now, Garreth?” She asked, eyes glinting with mischief as she eyed him sitting on the log. “You weren't waiting for me, were you?”

“Of course,” he smiled charmingly. “You know I'll always wait for you.”

A pretty blush stained her cheeks, and she bent to make a fuss of Rusty. “Maybe next time I should make you wait a little longer, keep you in suspense.”

Garreth slapped a hand over his heart and sighed dramatically. “Don't be cruel, MC. It's the highlight of Rusty's day greeting you with a happy, wagging tail. How could you do it to him? Look how pleased he is now that you're here! You should come earlier so he gets to have longer with you before you have to return.”

She lifted her gaze to his, her blush deepening into a glorious red as her gorgeous eyes narrowed. “Don't use Rusty as a tool to flirt with me, Garreth Weasley. Rusty is innocent and such a good boy.”

“Hey, I'm a good boy, too,” Garreth said. He held out his tin. “I'll even share my sandwich with you to prove it.”

Ignoring the hopeful gaze of his beloved dog, who he'd just told that his lunch was off limits, Garreth held the tin up as MC took a peek at his sandwich.

“Maybe just a little bite,” she said, lifting the sandwich from the tin.

As she sat on the log beside him, Rusty still trying to get her attention at their feet, Garreth gave her a warm smile. She smiled back around the sandwich, nudging her shoulder against his as she took a delicate bite.

“Don't look at me like that,” she said, holding her hand in front of her mouth as she chewed.

“Like what?” He lifted an eyebrow playfully.

“You know very well what I mean.” She was blushing again. He did love it when he made her blush.

“I've told you before,” he said, reaching to take hold of the end of her braid, the silken strands of her hair curling perfectly around his fingertips. “I will never stop looking at you like that, not even after you turn old and grey. My eyes were made to look at you that way, MC.”

She shook her head, and his smile only widened as he tugged teasingly at her braid until she was leaning towards him. He met her gaze and brushed his fingers lightly under her chin.

“I am going to marry you one day, MC,” he said confidently. “And then you won't need to hike the mile long trail here to see Rusty everyday, you can live here at the farm. With me.”

“You've been saying you're going to marry me since we were ten, Garreth,” she said, taking another bite of his sandwich. “Over ten years of just assuming I'll be your wife. That's not a proposal.”

He smiled and let her go, picking up his share of his half eaten sandwich. “You will, MC. I'm going to marry you, and we'll have loads of ginger babies together. You'll see.”

She laughed and gave him a shove. “What if someone else asks me first? I'm an eligible catch, I'll have you know. My father is a respectable shopkeeper, and I can cook and sew, too.”

“Like who?” He asked, sitting up straighter.

“Mr Turner from the post office hinted about escorting me to the summer barn dance. Maybe he will get down on one knee and ask me to be his bride.”

Garreth screwed his nose up. “Seriously? Tight arsed Turner? You've got to be joking. The bloke is so stiff he squeaks when he walks! What kind of lover would he be between the sheets?”

“Garreth!” She gasped, her hands flying to her face as even her neck flushed scarlet. “That's hardly appropriate conversation material.”

Garreth’s green eyes flashed mischievously as he looked at her, imagining how soft her skin would feel under his palms, how delicious those lips would feel against his own.

“Don't tell me you haven't thought about it,” he said softly, his voice low and raw in his throat.

Their gazes locked, and he could see the way her breaths had quickened, her chest rising and falling quickly under her blouse. “You are a free spirited young woman with fire in her soul. You're going to want a man who can leave you utterly breathless, a man who knows what he has in his arms when he holds you.”

Her eyes widened, her pupils dark and flickering with something that lifted the hope in his heart. “And you think you are the man fit for that challenge, do you?”

He smiled, confident and cheeky. “Come to the summer dance with me and find out.”

“Are you asking me to be your date, Garreth Weasley?”

“I am, and you can't say no either,” he said.

It was her turn to lift an eyebrow at him. "Is that so?”

“Absolutely. Rusty would be completely heartbroken if you turned me down, and you wouldn't want that now, would you?”

As if on cue, and totally planned, Rusty leant his head against her thigh, looking up at her with those beautiful, brown eyes.

“See?” Garreth scratched behind Rusty's ear again, his arm brushing against the warmth of her thigh.

He had made no secret of it. He wanted her. But, his silly teasing and playful flirting always seemed to be nothing more than banter between them. He wanted the real thing. He'd marry her tomorrow if she would have him.

MC glanced down at Rusty, stroking his soft fur before looking at Garreth. “Alright, you've got yourself a date to the summer dance,” she said, then held up a finger as his mouth split into a wide grin. “But, it needs to be a proper date. No silly jokes, and you definitely need to wear something smart. You can pick me up and escort me like a proper suitor.”

“I wouldn't dare expect anything less,” he said, his heart soaring.

….*....

Her arm was linked through his as they walked through the village, the sunset a glorious blend of pinks and gold across the sky, the hues reflected in the sparkle of her eyes. MC looked like an absolute dream in her pale blue dress, her hair pinned back from her face, with a waterfall of curling locks tumbling down her back. His chest swelled with pride that she was on his arm, and he couldn't wait to escort her to the dance.

They paused near the gated entrance of the old manor house, the sounds of music drifting across from the barn. Garreth patted a hand to his chest nervously. “So, will I do?”

He'd taken great care in bathing and attempting to tame his fiery locks, dressed in his best trousers and boots, his white shirt impeccably clean against the moss green of his waistcoat. He had even adorned his outfit with a plaid dickie bow, and he was sure he looked the part, but he wanted to hear her say it.

Her eyes took in his clothes, a smile teasing her lips. When she met his gaze, he felt the familiar warmth in his chest that came from just being in her presence.

“You look very smart,” she said, her fingers smoothing down the front of his waistcoat, making his cheeks warm. “Consider me impressed.”

“I should hope so,” he grinned. “I've got to look the part, escorting the prettiest girl in the village. That Mr Turner best be keeping his distance, that's all I will say.”

Enjoying the sound of her chuckle, they entered the barn to be greeted by the lively music coming from the band at the far end. Bales of straw had been set out for seating, along with wooden plank tables, ribbons, and colourful bunting, adding cheer to the space. Dancers were already twirling on the dance floor, but Garreth led MC towards a makeshift bar area and got them two mugs of ale. Taking a sip, he licked his lips, and a crease appeared on his brow.

“It’s no Butterbeer, but it will do,” he smirked. “I shall have to take you on a date to Hogsmeade, or even Diagon Alley in London, and show you some wizarding hospitality.”

MC lifted an eyebrow as she sipped at her beer. “You are fairly confident of a second date, then?”

Drawing on all his Gryffindor bravery, he lifted a hand up to her face, his thumb grazing gently along her cheekbone. “My plan is to sweep you off your feet, and take you on many, many more dates after this.”

Her blush was instant, and she couldn’t look any more beautiful. He could kiss her right now, but he held back, assuming the role of gentleman as they finished up their drinks and he led her out to the dancefloor.

Not one for fancy airs and graces, he felt a flutter of insecurity at first as they joined the other couples moving about the floor. He was a more practical man, used to using his hands for more physical tasks, his feet more inclined to be in work boots planted firmly in mud. Once he had his hand on her waist, though, the rest just seemed to flow instantly, his gaze transfixed on only her as they began to sway along to the beat. Her smile was for him, and it felt all together too marvellous to be holding her close like this.

After a few more dances, his pulse racing and his face hot, Garreth was smiling so wide his cheeks hurt. The lively steps were making them work up a sweat, but it was great fun, and he was sure to keep a firm hold on her as the songs ended and another began lest anyone had ideas about cutting in and stealing her away. As they skipped and twirled, her hair fanned out around her, the skirt of her dress billowing against his legs. Holding her gaze as he pulled her in close again, he splayed his hand at the small of her back, the ridges of her corset under her dress pressed against his palm. He felt the fire in his blood and didn’t even try to hold it back from his eyes.

Her mouth was parted as she breathed hard through the dance. The pink of her cheeks and the spark in her eyes felt heightened as they held the look between them. This was a different kind of magic, as old as time itself, and she was the only one who made him feel it. He cared little for the snobbish views regarding blood purity. She may be a Muggle born, but she had the power to charm him. The words in his heart danced and swirled along with him, threatening to escape and spill from his lips. Every thud of life in his body was all for her.

If he pressed his fingertips to the pulse at her throat, would it throb and flutter as hard and fast as his did right now. Could she feel the maddening rush of desire that warmed his blood as a match in her own veins?

For years, he had loved her with his eyes, in the gentle teasing and bold suggestions. His playful demands that he would marry her one day were honest truths, a reality he yearned for, and maybe, just maybe, he would be bold enough to make it a serious declaration. How do you make it special, though? She had hinted at wanting a proper proposal, and he knew it was tradition to place oneself on one knee and present a ring. Not normally one for stiff formality, he wondered if perhaps something a little different might be in order, but nothing too over the top lest it make her decline.

“Shall we get some more drinks?” She asked breathlessly, her fingers holding on tightly to his shoulder. Her flush had darkened, her eyes dipping to his mouth and then back to his eyes as though her heated blood really did answer in kind. “I’m feeling rather parched.”

Blinking away his grand ideas of making her his wife, Garreth nodded, his mouth slipping easily into a warm smile as he slowed their steps. “Of course, sweetheart,” he said with a bow over her hand.

“Such courtly behaviour, Garreth,” she chuckled, her eyes dancing as he straightened. “Who are you, really, and what have you done with the real Garreth?”

“I’m offended!” He said with a little cry of mocking disbelief. “I am the epitome of gentlemanly behaviour at all times.”

She leant in closer, her arm linked through his, the softness of her against him making his blood heat to new levels. As she tilted her head to speak nearer to his ear, he felt his throat close against the mad flutter in his chest. “Does a gentleman hint at what he can do to a free spirited woman once he has her in his arms? I believe you mentioned such things as leaving her breathless?”

Eyes widening in surprise, he turned his head to meet her gaze, their faces achingly close, tempting him even further to dare risking a taste. “You remembered what I said,” he murmured.

“Every word,” she breathed, her eyes darkening. He could have sworn she moved closer, his tongue sliding to wet his lower lip at the promise of claiming the softness of her plush mouth.

“I meant it, you know,” he said softly, his gaze devouring her face with utter devotion. “I know exactly what I would be holding in my arms, and I would endeavour to show you just how much that would mean, leaving you completely breathless in the process.”

Her smirk was devilishly naughty, the spark in her eyes spellbinding. “Would you like to deflower me, Garreth Weasley?”

His teeth caught at his lower lip, sinking down into the soft flesh at the images those words presented to him, barely swallowing back the desperate whimper that threatened to escape his throat. Barely even registering that they were standing in a barn full of their fellow villagers making merry, his hand tightened at her waist as his eyes burned into hers.

“In the most gentlemanly way possible, I would very much like to ravish you,” he said, his voice thick with loaded desire.

Their gazes locked in a blistering promise of a passion unmet, Garreth heard his heart thundering in his ears. This was more than bodily urges. This was soul defining, surely. Poets wrote about this kind of feeling, and whilst he was certain he could never put it all into words, with his very hands, he would make every endeavour to show her.

“Garreth!” A sharp tug on his sleeve joined the urgent bark of his name, jarring Garreth from the moment, his eyes blinking in dazed surprise as he turned to see his youngest brother beside him. “Bloody hell, Garreth. I've been calling your name across the room. Are you deaf?”

“What?” Garreth frowned, trying to comprehend why his brother was here, his shirt almost as filthy as his face, his ginger mop of hair wild with a leaf caught in the curls. “What in Merlin's name are you doing here, Hector?”

Hector turned his gaze towards MC, his lips twitching into a cheeky smirk. “Alright, MC? You're looking delectably pretty this evening.”

“Leave it out, you little rascal,” Garreth said, rolling his eyes and giving Hector his full attention. “What are you doing here? You look like you've crawled through a hedge backwards.”

“That's because I have,” Hector said, his cheeky smirk still in place. “That's why I'm here. Ma has got her wand in a right ole knot. The baby goats escaped, and they ransacked her vegetable patch. She cast out a hex or two, and now one of them has got pink fur.”

Garreth’s eyes widened. “She did what? Godric’s balls.”

He groaned and put a hand to his head. Those mischievous little goats had been the bane of his existence since their birth, escaping and chewing their way through all sorts. If he didn't have such a massive soft spot for them, he would have jinxed them all himself by now.

“Did you manage to catch them all?” MC asked, a worried crease appearing in her brow. She, too, had been on the receiving end of the little scamps during her times helping out at the farm.

Hector shook his head. “Nope, there's still three on the loose, so I thought I'd better fetch you, Garreth. They like you. One of those little bastards bit me on the finger, so it did.”

“Oi, language,” Garreth scolded, holding a stern finger up. “There are ladies present.”

At Hector's rueful smirk, he got hold of his arm with the intent of marching his rapscallion of a brother out of the barn. Glancing at MC, he caught her amused look and shook his head, fighting back his own grin.

“I'm so sorry,” he said, his hand catching hold of hers. “This is going to spoil the evening. I need to go back and help round up these baby goats.”

“And I am coming with you,” she said firmly, grasping his hand and delicately lifting the hem of her skirts. “It sounds like you're going to need my help.”

In the seconds he had spare to stare at her before they all began to head for the door, he was reminded yet again at how fiercely his heart beat for her.

….*....

With his wand between his teeth, the glow of his Lumos spell illuminating his face and the ground before him, Garreth launched forwards and wrapped his hands around the middle of the baby goat munching on one of his mother's rose bushes. The goat bleated in protest, and Rusty the dog came scampering over, tail wagging excitedly.

“Gotcha, you little rascal,” Garreth mumbled around the wood of his wand, tucking the little goat under his arm as he turned towards the barn.

The goat was trying to nibble his now wonky bow tie, his curls a ruffled mess from the searching in bushes. The evening had not turned out how he had been expecting. Visions of romantic dancing and maybe even a cheeky kiss were fading from his thoughts as he entered the lamp lit barn.

MC was at the goat pen in the far corner, bending over the now mended fencing as she made a fuss of the mother goat. He could hear the soft murmur of her voice as she scratched under the chin of the beast, seemingly uncaring about the smears of dirt on the skirts of her pretty dress and the mud on her shoes. She had not been afraid to chase after the escaped kids in her fine clothing, traipsing through mud and greenery in her attempts to retrieve them.

“I've got another one,” Garreth said, returning his wand to his pocket as he lifted a very wriggly kid over the fence.

“One more to go, then,” MC said with a sigh. She moved closer and reached out for his hand. “Come on, let's go catch her together.”

“Her?” Garreth asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Yes, it's Blossom that's missing. The one with the patch on her tummy that looks like a heart,” MC said, holding tight to his hand as they walked back out into the dark of the yard.

“You've named them?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You do know they are to be sold soon, don't you?”

“They still need names, Garreth,” she insisted with a smile. “How can they not have names when they have such funny, little personalities.”

He paused in his step to look at her, a soft look on his face. “Considering how these little personalities have wrecked our plans for the evening, you are being rather affectionate towards them.”

Her smile shifted into something rather playful as she stepped even closer, her free hand lifting to adjust his bow tie. “We only have one more naughty kid to catch, Garreth,” she said, lifting her eyes to meet with his. “And the night isn't over yet.”

A little flutter erupted in his tummy, warm and pleasing as his mouth tilted upwards into a grin. “That sounds promising.”

The bleating of the remaining escaped goat sounded across the yard, coming from where the old stables stood against a backdrop of trees. Once again, a mischievous goat was determined to interrupt any moment that had the potential to turn interesting with MC.

Turning to try and catch a glimpse of Blossom was rather pointless in the dark, and Garreth slipped his wand from his pocket again. This was the last goat to catch, and then he could have MC all to himself.

“Hold that promising thought of yours,” he smirked and held up his wand. “Lumos!”

Still holding hands, they crept swiftly across the yard, the light from his wand illuminating the darkness and pressing back the shadows as they approached the stables, their feet squelching in the mud. Rusty was already snuffling ahead of them, nose down and tail up until he caught a scent. With an excited bark, he was off, scampering around the corner of the old, brick building, and the little goat came bounding out of the darkness.

“There you are, Blossom!” MC said, holding out a hand. Blossom had other ideas, though, and skipped sideways in a move that was almost like a dance. “Oh, you little rascal!”

MC lunged to catch her, missed, and slid on the mud. Her startled cry pierced the night as she grabbed at Garreth, catching his arm so forcefully that he was yanked forward in a sudden lurch. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, the arc of light as his wand arm swung, his booted feet sliding out from under him. In his efforts to be a gentleman and keep MC upright, he took the fall, hitting the sticky mud with a splat.

“Oof!”

“My goodness, are you alright?” MC said, holding her hands to her mouth as she looked down at him, Rusty bouncing eagerly forward and shoving his wet nose right into Garreth’s face.

Somehow, Garreth had managed to keep his wand arm up in the air, his spell still lit at the tip. His other hand was buried in the mud, his face a grimace of disgust as he shifted into a sitting position.

“I'm alright. Easy, boy, easy,” he said, attempting to calm Rusty, who thought this was an impromptu play session.

It was at this point that Blossom the baby goat decided to take a flying leap into the air in all the excitement, and she jumped right onto Garreth’s broad shoulders, head butting him in the process. His grunt of pain at the smack of her hooves and head was lost in the bellow of laughter that erupted from MC's mouth. She was bent over with it, her eyes sparkling in the light from his wand as he struggled to get Blossom down into his lap with one arm.

“Oi, don't laugh! A little help here?” He muttered through a smirk, slipping in the mud as he tried to keep hold of Blossom and keep his wand aloft.

“Of course…I'm s-sorry,” MC gasped around her chuckles, holding out her arms to take little Blossom. “Here, let me…”

Scooping an excitable Blossom into her arms, coating her dress in fresh smears of mud, MC quietened her chuckles as Garreth got to his feet. He tried to shake the mud from his hand, his eyes roaming over his ruined shirt and trousers.

“Well, there goes my nice, smart shirt. Bloody hell, I can't go back to the dance looking like this,” he grumbled, his gaze moving to MC. “And look at your lovely dress.”

“Could you use one of your fancy spells to make it all better?” She asked.

He could. In fact, he knew just the spell, and she had always been so delighted with the magic that he could do. It had always been his pleasure and a wonderful excuse to keep her near him, to show her the spells he could do. Transfiguration objects would make her clap her hands excitedly, bringing him objects to switch up into something new. The best one was charming magical delights to impress her like little birds or butterflies. It was worth it just to see that glow of wonder in her eyes, her awe, and praise for him, making his chest swell and his dreams would fill with hope.

Standing there in the mud with her, watching her make a fuss over the naughty goat, he realised that he didn't need to make all the mud disappear. None of this bothered her. Not the escaped goats putting a stop to their dance, not the running around in the dark trying to catch them, and definitely not the mud marking her skirts. She loved this place almost as much as he did. It was home, and this was where they belonged. She had to feel it, too.

“You look beautiful even when you're covered in mud, MC,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. “I'd even go so far as to say you are especially beautiful when you're all grubby and getting stuck in with the work around here. We are lucky to have you.”

Her smile was particularly lovely as she petted Blossom on the head, the goat trying to nibble on the lace at the front of her dress, and he was certain that she was blushing. Instead of a cheeky come back as she was wont to do, her words were soft, her eyes full of a deeper meaning. “I love it here, Garreth. I always have. I'm happy to be able to help out.”

She loved it here. Surely, it was meant to be.

“Let's get Blossom back to her family,” he said with a chuffed smile, nodding towards the barn, that warm feeling spreading behind his chest at her words. “And like you said, the night isn't over yet.”

….*....

With the goats all now safely in their pen, Garreth stood with his hands in his pockets and a rueful smile on his face as MC approached him under the flickering lamp of the barn. She smirked as she attempted to straighten his dickie bow again, her gaze taking in the mud staining his shirt and waistcoat.

“Oh, Garreth, you even have little hoofprints on your shoulder,” she chuckled, brushing against it with her fingertips.

“All part of the farm life,” he said, tilting his head as he gazed upon her. “I'm just sorry it ruined the summer dance for you. I'm sure if Mr Turner had escorted you, there would have been no goat drama, and you would likely still be dancing right now.”

A flutter of insecurity began to tap dance behind his ribs. MC was a rare one, and he did not blame other gentlemen for their interest in her hand. Despite knowing her since they were young children, this did not place any right or claim on her, no matter how he longed for it. He was cheeky and flirty. He made bold statements about her being his wife one day, but her heart was her own to give.

He was just a farm boy with a gift for magical spells and the odd calamity. Was he enough for her?

As she stared up at him, the glow of the lamp reflecting in her pretty eyes, he searched for the disappointment in her gaze but found only warmth.

“I'd rather be here with you in the mud and chaos, than dancing with a man who doesn't understand me,” she said softly. Her face moved subtly closer, her hand still resting on his shoulder. “What you said to me the other day about needing someone who knew what they had when they held you. You were right. Mr Turner may be polite, and he is most gracious when he speaks to me, but his eyes do not hold the power that makes me forget how to breathe.”

The pace of Garreth’s heartbeat began to pick up, a hand leaving his pocket to reach for her waist. Her warmth came even closer at the urging of his touch. “Tell me more about such eyes,” he murmured, swallowing thickly against the desire building within.

“Eyes like a forest in spring,” she said, her fingers moving to touch against his throat, her caress like fire as she slid them tentatively up towards his jaw, unravelling the edges of his control. “Eyes that make my skin come alive when they look at me, eyes filled with a fire that I am certain nobody else sees but me. I could get lost in those eyes if I wanted to, I'm sure of it.”

She was so close now, he could see the myriad of flecks in the pools of her eyes, and he figured he knew what she meant. “Do you want to get lost in them?” He asked, the underlying tension in his words as dark and smooth as honey.

The air felt molten and ablaze between them, all his nerve endings stretched taut with the need to feel every inch of her pressed against him.

“I think I already am,” she whispered.

Endless day dreams and hours spent picturing how it would be to kiss MC, and now that his lips were finally pressed against hers, the real thing surpassed anything his mind could have painted. Softer than he had dared believed, her mouth sealed against his in a first kiss that had his toes curling inside his muddied boots.

It wasn't too heated, and yet his blood was ablaze, the gentle pressure just enough to show the desire behind it. The shuddering breath he managed to pull into his lungs took some of the tension from his frame as he pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes seeking the comfort of her gaze.

“Dance with me once more,” he said, his voice laden with the need of her.

“I offer you kisses, and you want to dance?”

Her eyes sparkled with a mischief he recognised, but Garreth merely smirked and took out his wand. In the corner near where they stood was a collection of farm tools, brooms and a rake, a shovel, that kind of thing. With a few careful wrist movements, his lips murmuring a charm learnt in a lesson taught by his Aunt Matilda, those practical and useful implements lifted up from the ground. In graceful twists and turns, imbued with the power of the magic that ran through his veins, Garreth performed the transfiguration spell to make a quartet of string instruments.

“Garreth!” MC exclaimed, her hands coming up to her mouth as the instruments began to play a rather charming piece of music.

Eyeing the look of wonder on her face, his smile was rather pleased as he slid a hand across her lower back and urged her closer towards him. “Not bad, hmm? If we can’t be at the dance, then we shall bring the dance to us.”

Taking a hand and holding her more firmly, his fingers splayed at her back in a manner that suggested she was his alone. He spun them about in a smooth turn of dance.

“Show off,” she admonished playfully, letting him lead her across the floor of the barn.

It didn't matter that they were plastered in mud or that they were dancing in the barn with a family of goats for company beside hundreds of hay bales stacked ready for winter. He was here with her, and she was in his arms, her smiling face turned up to him with a warm glow in her eyes.

“I may be a show off, but only for you,” he said with a wink. Swallowing down his nerves, he adjusted his grip at her waist. It was time to summon the bravery his school house was known for. “Anything for the girl I love.”

He heard the swift intake of her breath, her feet stilling amongst the loose straw strands scattered across the floor. The music played on as they stood and stared at each other, a hot blush blooming across his cheeks.

“Do you mean that, Garreth?” Her voice was breathless, her eyes wide. “You love me?”

“I do,” he nodded, his throat closing up with emotion. “I love you.”

Her gaze dipped to his chest, her eyes shifting from side to side, a kaleidoscope of emotions dancing across her features. Panic took wing within him, his fingers gripping tightly at the back of her dress. Had he spoken out of turn? Was it too much? Perhaps he had read the look in her eyes all wrong.

When she finally lifted her gaze back to him, the tell tale shine of unshed tears glittered in her eyes. “But…I'm just a normal girl, Garreth,” she said, shaking her head as though she didn't understand. “I don't have magic. I am one of those Muggle people in your world. Why would you want me when you could have someone who can conjure fire, or…or wonderful instruments to make music. I'm nothing special…”

“You are everything!” He declared, shifting his hands to cup her beautiful face, his heart squeezing at her fears. “You are all that I want. Nobody else could ever come close. Another girl could have all the magic in the world, and I would still choose you. Please, don't ever think that you are not good enough, MC. I love you all the way from your bonnie hair to your muddy shoes.”

Her lips trembled, and a tear escaped, streaking down her cheek. He caught it with his thumb, caressing the softness of her skin as he felt the burn behind his own eyes.

“I'm probably being a sentimental fool here, but it's the truth,” he said, resting his forehead against hers and taking a shaky breath. “Please, say something.”

A broken whimper left her mouth as she wrapped her arms about him, her fingers clutching at the back of his waistcoat as she pressed a kiss to his mouth. “I love you, too,” she said, the words like a balm against his lips.

Like a dam released, he pressed kisses to her mouth, her nose, his lips raining his affections across her cheeks until she was giggling in his arms. Hearing her speak those words made his heart skip a beat, his emotions threatening to spill over, and so he used his lips to express himself rather than make a fool of himself and speak. He feared his voice would crack, and the burn in his eyes would turn into real tears.

“Are you trying to kiss me everywhere?” She laughed, breaking through the ecstatic tension in his chest.

His eyebrows lifted with cheeky intrigue, his fingers ghosting along the lacy neckline of her dress near her collarbone. Humour and flirting were definitely more in his comfort zone. “Hmm, that depends on how literally you mean everywhere.”

Her cheeks reddened, and she gasped, but her smile turned almost as mischievous as his own. “This sounds most improper, Garreth,” she teased. “Perhaps a hint at how a gentleman may leave a girl breathless.”

“Oh, it's wonderfully improper. Would you like a demonstration, my lady?”

“Garreth! Not in front of the kids.” She nodded her head towards the goat pen across the barn, her mouth tilting into a teasing smile.

Glancing from the mischievous goats to the girl of his heart, Garreth gave her his most wicked smile. “But of course, my love,” he said, taking her hand. “Right this way.”

Heart hammering with excited anticipation, Garreth tugged MC away from the goats as he ended the music with a flick of his wrist, leading her around the huge stacks of hay bales to a darker, more secluded part of the barn. He let her go to shift a few of the heavy bales, uncaring about dirtying clothes already ruined, until he had a suitable spot in which to render his girl breathless. Circling her within his arms again, he kissed her gently, searching her eyes for answers. “Only on your word, MC.”

“You have it,” she nodded.

As their kisses became longer and more heated, his blood fired to a burn that made him giddy. He lifted her off her feet and placed her down on the sweet-smelling bales. Deepening the kiss, he braced himself on his elbows, trying not to crush her with his weight. Her body arched towards him, the press of her curves making him ache with such fierceness.

“Tell me you feel this, too,” he said, his mouth devouring the tender flesh of her throat.

“Like fire,” she gasped.

Her cheeks were flushed, her hair pooled around her head in a tumble of glossy curls, and her skin was addictive against his tongue. His fingers worked at the fastening of her dress, pulling the sleeves from her shoulders to expose more soft flesh to explore. Her gasping, tortured breaths filled his ears as he mouthed along her collar bone, dragging the dress downwards before reaching to pull at the laces of her corset. Crossing the line from friends to lovers had been his dream, his hope, and now it was his reality.

As her nimble fingers worked on the buttons of his waistcoat, his gaze blazed a trail over her chest, confined within the corset that he was eager to be rid of. Bending down, his tongue slid delicately along the plump flesh, pushed upwards over the top of the constrictive bindings, groaning at the promise of what his hands longed to hold. But, the laces were being stubborn, his fingers tugging with an urgency that made her chuckle.

“Rather impatient, aren’t you?” She teased, cupping his face.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for so long,” he groaned, grabbing her waist with the intention of spinning her around. “Roll over, darling. I refuse to be outwitted by a corset. I have my heart set on burying myself in the delights hidden underneath, so this naughty piece of lace and bone is about to meet my barn floor.”

Her laughter brought a smirk to his face as he rolled her atop the bales, pulling the laces free until the corset loosened. He immediately slipped it from her body, discarding it so he could smooth his hands over the red indents the restrictive garment had made on her skin. She was like satin and silk, so sensual under the touch of his work-roughened hands.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, bending to press soft kisses along the length of her spine. Urging her upright, she sighed as she pressed up against his bare chest, her head falling back as he slid her hair aside to suck gently at the base of her neck. “Let me feel you,” he whispered.

Fingers teasing around her ribs, he peered over her shoulder as his hands sought out the full weight of her breasts. Divinely soft, he cupped them both, closing his eyes for a few seconds to savour the feel of her against his palms. She turned her head, her fingers delving into the thick curls of his hair. As he met her heated stare, the glaze of desire he could see there had him claiming her mouth in another hungry kiss.

Emboldened by her low moan, he let one hand drift over the softness of her stomach, caressing with a trembling touch before he dared to delve lower. Her dress was bunched about her thighs, his fingers sliding easily under the waistband of her underwear. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingertips brushed through the thatch of her hair, but she shuffled her knees further apart to allow him access.

“Are you sure?” He asked, needing to know that she wanted this as much as he did.

“Please…”

His fingers caressed through the heated slick of her most intimate flesh, and Garreth felt his cheeks burn at her willingness, her soft moans driving him to explore her further, teasing at her entrance before sliding a finger into the silken heat that awaited.

“Gods…” The word left his mouth in a breath of awe. She felt exquisite, and his arousal strained against the confines of his undershorts, molten fire gathering deep in his loins.

As her hips rolled seductively against his hand, he worked to a rhythm, slowly stretching her until he could add a second finger. The tightness of her inner walls posed the idea that he might need to take care when entering himself into her. He ached for it, longed to make her his knowing he would be the first to do so, but he did not want to hurt her. For now, he concentrated his efforts on pleasing her, seeking out the tiny pearl of her pleasure.

Savouring every sound that slipped from her mouth, he whispered in her ear, pressing kisses along her jaw, and he kept a warm hand around her breast. Watching her writhe with pleasure, the skin of her throat darkening with a rosy blush as her whimpers intensified, he coaxed her ever closer to the peak.

“Garreth…I’m close,” she panted, her fingers gripping into his hair with an eye watering grasp.

“I’m right here, sweetheart,” he murmured into her ear. “Relax, give in to it. I won’t let you go.”

Groaning at the delicious pressure of her peachy backside against his arousal, he felt the quiver of her muscles, her hips bearing down as her body surrendered to the fire. He slowed his fingers, coaxing her along the crest of the wave, watching her through his lidded gaze as she climaxed in his arms. Her moans were beautiful, but nothing could be more satisfying than hearing his name whispered through her lips like some kind of prayer. Bringing her to this point gave him a sense of pride, the love he felt for her swelling behind his ribs as he shifted her around so he could hold her against him.

Burying her face into his neck, she clung to him, the heat of her laboured breaths against his skin urging him to stroke his hands up and down her back as she came back to herself. They whispered their words of love to each other, taking a moment to pause and reflect before she cupped his face in her hands. Her gaze was one of hazy bliss, cheeks flushed, and a gorgeous smile on her lips.

“You were good on your word, Garreth Weasley,” she said, her thumb sliding temptingly close to his mouth. “Consider me thoroughly breathless.”

“Oh, but I am not done yet,” he said, capturing her thumb with his lips and sucking gently. She watched him do it, her eyes darkening again, lips parted.

“Of course,” she murmured softly, her eyes lifting to stare into his. “I had always secretly hoped that you would be the one to take me for the first time. I dared to dream of it. All those times you would smile and say that I would be your wife one day, I stored those moments in my secret heart and feared that another, a beautiful and talented witch, would come and steal you away.”

“Never,” he insisted, holding her closer, pressing the warmth of her flesh even closer against his. He kissed her on the mouth, his lips lingering before speaking again. “I meant every word, you know. I may smile and tease you, but there was always truth behind those words.”

Taking her hand, he pressed it against where his heart thudded against his chest, more serious than he had ever been in his life. “Feel that? Every beat is for you. I want you to be my girl, my wife. I want you to be there when I wake up every day. Marry me, MC.”

“A thousand times, yes!” Her smile was dazzling, and she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. She didn’t even hesitate with her answer, and he squeezed her back, hardly daring to believe it.

All the grand gestures and speeches he had mulled over didn’t seem to matter, the charade of going down on one knee, the stiff formalities all forsaken. They were half naked in his barn, bits of hay stuck to them, their clothes filthy. But, it didn’t matter. This was their truth, and he had spoken with his heart, and by some miracle, she had said yes.

Capturing her mouth in a long, fierce kiss, he cupped her face, a grin appearing as his verdant eyes twinkled. “You will be my Mrs Weasley. I can’t wait to see ole ‘stiff upper lip’ Turner’s face when I call you that.”

“It’s not a competition, Garreth,” she chided gently, playing with a lock of his hair.

“Oh, but it is, my love. You are the prettiest girl in the village, and you are all mine. That makes me a winner. Just wait until I tell Rusty he is going to be so happy about this!”

MC chuckled and leaned into him, pressing her forehead to his as she bit down on her lower lip. “As much as I adore that pup of yours, he is going to have to wait. We have unfinished business to attend to.”

“We do?” Feigning innocence, he waited, watching and loving the fire igniting in her gaze.

A breathless moan escaped his throat as her hand slid down to palm against the front of his trousers, his arousal waking from its semi-slumber at her touch. Her lips grazed against his in a teasing kiss, her eyes locked with his. Gods, she made his blood burn.

“Make me yours,” she whispered against his mouth.

Laying naked on the hay bales beneath him, her legs parted to welcome him, MC looked like perfection. His eyes blazed with his desire as he admired the soft curves, his fingers stroking against her glistening and inviting entrance as he prepared her for him. Taking his time to savour the intimacy and to ensure her comfort, Garreth pressed himself into her slick heat, biting his lip against his urgent need. So tight and hot, she squeezed around him, his cock throbbing as he slid deeper.

At her wince, he paused, but her fingers bit into his hips, urging him to push. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, glancing down to where they were joined.

Moving slowly at first, the pleasure began to build until his eyes became glazed, liquid fire pooling with blissful ecstasy at the base of his spine. Her little hands clung to him, her grip fierce and hungry, her head thrown back, and lips parted as she moaned beneath him. He couldn’t get enough. It was erotic and sensual. It was blowing his mind. The feel of her was driving him insane and his climax was imminent.

Looking down at where he thrust into her, watching as he filled her over and over, his hips snapped harder. The slap of their flesh punctuated his rhythm, the harshness of his breaths becoming cries of ecstasy as the heat exploded in his lower back, his hips slamming forward until he was fully sheathed within her tight heat. Eyes closed as the pulsing wave of his orgasm overcame him, he shuddered as thick spurts of release spilt deep inside of her. Behind his eyelids, the erotic image of MC’s flushed and naked body seared through his thoughts.

As the wave of his orgasm began to ebb, he gently rolled his hips, grinding against her as though pressing his seed even deeper inside. They were not married yet, but he did not regret filling her up. In fact, it was incredibly arousing to think of it. Gasping air into his lungs, he opened his eyes as he felt her hands urging him closer. Her smile was soft, her fingers gentle as she smoothed his hair back from his sweat slicked forehead.

“I love you,” she whispered, her mouth pressing delicate kisses on his flushed face.

A subtle movement of her hips made him moan softly, the sensitivity of her walls flexing around his very happy cock sending shivers up his spine. Seeking out her mouth for a kiss filled with longing, he realised that it was possible to fall in love even deeper than before. Staring into those eyes, he had certainly got lost in them, lost in her, and now she would be his forever.

Their future lay ahead, living here on the family farm where they could raise their children. Perhaps they would be magical, like him, and they would go to Hogwarts. Even if they weren’t, and they were like their mother, he wouldn’t mind. They would be Weasleys, they would be loved, and that was a wonderful and beautiful thought.

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A Disney Trip with Mick Schumacher

- I am very much convinced that Mick would greatly enjoy Disney World - He is literally a walking Disney prince - If you had ever gone to Disney before or were a Disney gal he would trust you completely with the planning - Mick's favorite park is probably Magic Kingdom or Hollywood Studios - I feel like he would get mouse ears or those baseball hats that have the Mickey ears on them heck, maybe even one of those sorcerer Mickey hats - Mick + Dole whips = a love stronger than superglue - He is constantly pulling you around wanting to show you things he sees - "Y/N did you see that little girl dressed as Elsa? I can't wait till we have some of our own" - Mick is the type of man that if he saw a mom struggling to get her stroller onto the Monarail, boat, bus, skyliner, or whatever you know he is going to help - Gets a map in every park even though you tell him he doesn't need one because you know your way around - Loves turning on the TV when y'all get back from the parks for a break or even for the night and just snuggling up with you - He gets recognized while you guys are stopped getting candy apples and you offer to take the picture - "You know that's what I love about you" "What?" "You don't care if I'm with you when fans see me because you're so caring you want them to be happy too and I know I am so lucky to have a girl with the sweetest heart" - You attempt to drink around the world at Epcot and Mick has to carry you back to by the time you reach the France pavilion - "Babe do you think I can eat four churros at once?" - Mick definitely has a mild breeding kink because after all he is a huge family man so let's just say seeing all those families around and you in your happy place he is dragging you back to the hotel many times during the trip - I need to see this man hug Donald Duck, it's a bucket list item - You would be sending his mom all the photos you guys take - He wraps his arms around during the fireworks - You make an off handed comment about wishing they had they new Figment hoodie in your size only to come back to the hotel room later that night to find it waiting for you, you know Mick had something to with it - You love going on the Peoplemover with him and just taking in tomorrowland - Mick isn't huge on PDA, but he loves holding your hand as you drag him through the crowds to get where you're going - He giggles like a kid while riding the Dinosaur ride with you in Animal Kingdom - You bend down for two seconds to tie your shoe lace and somehow he has a mickey bar in his hands already

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Kiss Me Through the Phone

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warnings: fem reader, phone sex (day 21), set before the war, name-calling, mutual masturbation, voice kink, breeding kink, mentions of f! receiving oral sex, come eating, praise kink.

relationship: tom bennett/reader.

characters: tom bennett, reader.

length: 1.4k || read on ao3

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summary: you and your family are in italy, having finally saved enough money to take a dream vacation. that leaves tom home alone, with nothing to do but miss you. but late-night phone calls help to starve off that loneliness you both feel.

a/n: i finished world on fire yesterday and i went absolutely feral for tom and gregorsz. gif credit goes to the wonderful @ewansmitchells!!

“I miss you, love,” Tom sighs into the phone, arm draped over his forehead as he lays in bed. Typically when he has the house to himself like this, you’ll be knocking at his door, but you’re on vacation with your family in Italy, leaving him all alone. “My bed misses you too.”

You could practically hear the shit-eating smirk spreading across Tom’s face. “Tom!” you giggle, twirling the telephone cord around your fingers. “I’ll be back before you know it, darling.” The base of the phone sat on the nightstand, letting you lay back onto your pillow, your hair sprawling out above you.

“Seems like you’ve been gone forever yet; it’s only been a week,” he chuckles, his arm moving from his face to rest behind his head. “Already miss how you look when you’re on top a me.” Tom’s Mancunian accent thickened with his words. He hears you rustle through the phone’s receiver, only serving to fan the flames of his ego. “Did I strike a cord there, sweetheart?”

You drag the base of the telephone down onto the bed with you as an involuntary whine escapes your lips. “Tommy, no fair!” you grumble, hugging the stuffed bear he bought you for your birthday last year. You own a few stuffed animals, but the bear has a permanent home in between the pillows on your bed.

Tom snickers, clearly proud of himself. “No fair, love? Sure sounds fair to me.” He slides out of his trousers, palming himself through the fabric of his boxers. “Don’t you like the thought of it, hun? Sitting on my face, cumming all over my chin like the good girl I know you are.” Tom groans into the phone, pulling his half-hard cock out from the confines of his underwear. “God, I can’t wait to taste you again once you come home. Your pretty pussy always tastes so fuckin’ good.”

The first time Tom went down on you, you swear to God that you saw heaven when you came. He must be blessed with a magic tongue; it’s the only logical explanation. He had you laying on your back with his face between your legs, nose buried in your slick folds. His pupils were blown wide, the ring of his blue irises barely visible. Tom’s muscled hands were clamped around your thighs, keeping you in place and preventing you from squirming away.

Another whine slips past your lips, dragging you from your thoughts. Your thighs press together, attempting to alleviate the arousal growing between your legs. “Tommy, baby,” you groan, your free hand moving to press against your mound. “You can’t just say stuff like that when you’re not here to deal with the consequences!” You rub yourself through the dampened fabric, legs shaking.

“Aww,” he chuckles, “you really think that’s gonna stop me?” Tom strokes himself slowly, stopping to spit on his palm before continuing. “You really think that’s gonna stop me from tellin’ you how badly I want you?” His legs spread apart, one knee up for comfort. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re wearing, love.” The phone rests between his head and shoulder, leaving a hand free.

Tom’s words shot electricity down your spine and straight towards your cunt, leaving you tingling and somehow wetter than before. There’s a prominent stain on the crotch of your panties now, and you can only imagine the filthy things Tom would say to you if he saw. “I’m wearing the nightgown you bought me.” He must’ve saved up for months to buy it for you. It’s made of soft silk and goldenrod in color, accenting your features beautifully. The first night you wore it for him is perpetually seared into Tom’s memory. Tom had to apologize to the neighbors the following morning.

You heard him moan through the receiver, the sound causing your clit to throb achingly. “You know I love that one, sweetheart. You wear that just for me, pretty girl?” You nod as if Tom could see you. Your slim fingers slip past your panties, rubbing quick, small circles against your dripping folds.

“Mhm—” a moan cuts you off, but you can’t tell whether it’s yours or Tom’s. “Know how much you like it, baby. I miss you so much.” Small whimpers escape your lips, giving away just how desperate you are for him.

“Mmh, fuck, my love,” he groans, his hand speeding up. His wrist twists when it reaches the tip, effortlessly pulling another moan from him. His thumb rubs circles against the sweet spot right underneath the crown, occasionally teasing the vein that ran along next to it. “Wish this was your hand instead. Your hand feels good when it’s wrapped around my cock.” Tom shifts to lay slightly on his side, making it easier to hold the phone up to his ear. “Are you touching yourself, baby? Fucking yourself to the sound of my voice?” he asks, accent thickening again.

Pleasure courses through you, your index and middle fingers sliding inside your tight cunt. “I am—I am, Tommy, baby! Your voice sounds so good,” you choke out a sob as your thighs begin to shake. The pads of your fingers press against your gummy walls, eagerly looking for the spot that drives you mad. “Tom—Tommy, please!” you sob as your fingers find your sweet spot. “Need you to fuck me; I need your thick cock, your fingers, all of you!” Slick gushes out around your hand, staining the bedsheets with your arousal.

Tom mumbles curses through his teeth, jaw clenching tightly shut. His hand moves at an inhuman speed, precum dripping down his shaft to pool around his balls. “I’m gonna fuck your cunt nice ’n full when you get back. Leave you stuffed and dripping when we’re done.” His eyes roll back halfway, teeth gnawing at his thin bottom lip. “Fuck, sweetheart, are you close?” His stomach rolls as an overwhelming amount of pleasure washes over him, his voice sounding just as debauched as yours.

“Want that s’bad—s’badly, oh my God, honey; want you to fuck me full’a your cum,” your voice cracks and warbles as your orgasm comes closer and closer to taking over. “I’m close, I’m so close! Wanna cum ’round your cock, baby.” Your thumb comes up to press against your swollen clit, electrifying, overwhelming lust shooting through every nerve in your body.

Tom fucked into his fist, his thumb brushing against the tip with every thrust. “I’m close too, love; let’s cum together, yeah?”

You nod, forgetting that he couldn’t see you. “Mmh gonna cum, To—Tommy!” Your voice drawls out his name, mouth failing to remember English as your orgasm finally crashes into you. Your thighs shook, and your back arched as your fingers fucked you through it.

Hearing you orgasm pushes Tom over the edge, hips stuttering as he cums into his spit-slickened fist. “Shit, shit, sweetheart—that’s it, fuck,” he sputters, beads of thick spunk rolling down his knuckles. “You sound so beautiful when you cum for me, baby.” His chest heaves from his heavy breathing, mimicking your own out-of-breath panting. “How do you feel, love? You still with me?”

“Mhmm, I’m still here,” you sigh, floating in your pleasant post-orgasm haze. “That was s’much fun, baby.” Your digits pull out slowly to prevent overstimulation, the pads wrinkly and dripping with your cum.

He hums in agreement, sucking his cum off of his fingers. “Good, good. Now, can you do one more thing for me, love?”

“Mmhm.”

“Suck your cum off your fingers for me, sweetheart. Can’t let something so good go to waste, can we?” You noisily lick your hand clean, ensuring Tom heard it. “That’s my good girl, yeah?”

You nod again, a smile spreading across your face. “Your good girl.” Rolling over on your side, you switch your phone to the other ear, yawning. “I love you, Tommy. Call you again tomorrow?”

He yawns after you do, finding your exhaustion contagious. He rolls over on his side fully now, pulling his comforter up to his chin. “Call you again tomorrow,” he agrees. “I love you too, honey.” You were asleep by the time he said it back, but you loved it regardless.

Tom didn’t hang up the phone, desiring to fall asleep to the sweet sound of your steady breathing. When he closes his eyes, he pretends that you’re sleeping next to him, your head resting on his chest, arms around his stomach. He loves the silent, comfortable silence after intimate moments such as this, giving him the chance to daydream about his future life with you.

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Welcome back to the best dumb idea I've ever had! Murder has come to the City of Guilds. Well, murder lives here, but it's crept out of the shadows, crawled up from the undercity, slunk through steam and oozed its way out of the breeding pools, and guild leaders are dropping like coins from a debtor's mouth. Who could be responsible? Who could be next? Who was that woman slipping furtively into an alley, and what's her deal? Is she single? Some of these questions and more will be answered on today's episode. Live from Ravnica, this... is Wifelink.

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WAIT, WE'RE DOING RAVNICA? DIDN'T YOU SKIP A COUPLE SETS

What are you, Azorius? I've never felt any fondness for Eldraine, and I really didn't vibe with the new Ixalan set, so we're doing the Ravnica Murder Mystery set. I'm not going to do every single set that comes out or this will be my full-time job by 2026.

Cold Case Cracker (art by Wayne Wu)

Some things are very simple. Good cheekbones and the classic trench coat with the wide belt. I particularly enjoy the way her hair looks more like strips of fabric or parchment.

Merchant of Truth (art by Carissa Susilo)

"Goth angel" works on me every time, and this piece is particularly gorgeous - the composition and that dress, my goodness. You don't see a lot of angels from behind in Magic, on account of you would have to figure out what the anatomy and clothing situation is where the wings connect to the back, and Carissa has solved the clothing problem rather elegantly, and refused to engage with the anatomy problem at all. I can respect that.

I've never quite understood what's going on with Orzhov angels - I think they're mostly supposed to be disillusioned ex-Boros, but they don't really get much of a voice in story. You've got the flavor text on Angel of Despair, "it is as if their duty is to an empty void," but that's a quote from the most Boros of all the angels. Perhaps it's simply that the Orzhov don't labor under the same illusions as the other white-aligned guilds - the Boros and the Azorius and as we see in this story, even the Selesnya are all firmly entrenched in the idea that they stand for what's Right and Good on Ravnica, but ultimately they stand only for themselves and their own power and pre-eminence. The Orzhov, at least, make no secret of this. Maybe that's a comfort, to an angel.

Experiment Twelve (art by Michele Giorgi)

Oh baby girl the Simic fucked you right up, didn't they. Claws and scales and some sort of muzzle - do you feel like an animal, now? Do you hate what they did to you, or do you glory in your new sharpness? Did you escape, or are you on their leash? Are you hunted, or am I?

Bubble Smuggler (art by Leesha Hannigan)

This is Glovax. I've only had them for a day but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in the room and then myself.

Honestly I'm disconsolate that this isn't a real animal that exists in the world and that I'll never get to rescue one from an aquarium and have an octopus fish best friend for life. You know that soul-sick feeling you get when you remember that Anomalocaris has been extinct for 500 million years ago and that you will never be able to pet one? Yeah. Goddammit they're going to make this a pet on Arena and I will spend real earth dollars on it.

ALL THESE TENTACLES AND STILL THE BIGGEST SUCKER IS YOU. NOW MAKE WITH THE LEGENDARIES

Etrata, Deadly Fugitive (art by Livia Prima)

I have looked at a whole lot of Etrata art, and do you want to know my considered opinion? This outfit fucking rules. It's got one and a quarter sleeves, thirteen visible buckles, a circular collar that connects only at the sternum, and a clingy ankle-length skirt with a slit damn near up to the thigh to reveal more buckles. It is the least practical outfit I can imagine an assassin wearing short of an inflatable dinosaur costume but god, it looks like it's meant for deadly stealth, and I am in love. Etrata is broody and gorgeous and has a big knife and extraordinarily naked shoulders, and what else could you want?

Judith, Carnage Connoisseur (art by Jodie Muir)

A look specifically crafted to elicit "step on me mommy"s from the general public. I'm on record as saying that there's no way Judith does any sort of aftercare, so maybe have a Selesnya cleric on speed-dial if you're gonna run that risk.

Judith, Carnage Connoisseur (alternate art by Alex Dos Diaz)

I think Loxodon Hierarch is screening my calls.

Honestly, I would do stupid, stupid things for a pretty girl with red eyes, sharp nails and facial scarring. I'm not sure what kinds of things I would do for a pretty girl with gold flame decals on her arms, but based on prior evidence, they would probably also be extremely stupid.

Izoni, Center of the Web (art by Justine Cruz)

It's weird how people get locked in your memory at the point in time you knew them. You know you've changed a lot since then, and if you thought about it you'd agree other people might well also have changed, but you don't think about it, and then you run into an old friend or an ex and the things you knew them for, the things you've tied their memory to in your mind, aren't even still part of their life.

So Izoni, my beloved Izoni, Ravnica's foremost bug girl and finder of beetles, has moved on with her life in the past six years. She's into spiders now, that's her thing. She's a spider girl. And that's cool, spiders are cool, too, but the way this went in my head I was going to tell her about the mantis-riders of Tarkir and the dune-beetles of Amonkhet and the behavioral quirks of giant ants on Innistrad and now, instead, I'm not sure what to say. "You're looking well," I suppose, or something about, "so, leading the Swarm now? How's that going for you?"

Analyze the Pollen (art by Anna Christenson)

It's not even that big a change, really. Hardly noticeable. She still has that same intensity, that same curiosity. Her brows still furrow in concentration. She's still covered in crawling things, and she is still the most beautiful woman on Ravnica. Spiders or insects, what's the difference? All it means is that six years have passed. All it means is that the places and people you love continue to move in your absence. All it means is that you're both talking past each other to your echoes, to the people you used to know, who no longer exist. Time has eaten them both.

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HEY. HELLO FLESH IS A RAKDOS JOINT, RIGHT

- in the middle of the ad read, dude?

YOU SAID HELLBENDER CHEFS DO THE CHARCUTERIE. THAT'S JUDITH'S PLACE

Yeah, what about it?

DO YOU THINK SHE'S GONNA BE GOOD WITH CONTENT SHE SPONSORED CALLING SOMEONE ELSE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN RAVNICA

Ah.

OR LIKE DO YOU THINK SHE'S GENERALLY COMFORTABLE SHARING THE SPOTLIGHT

...so thank you all so much for listening to this episode of Wifelink! I'm going to lay low for a bit, and if my body turns up face-down in an undercity canal, y'all know who did it.

#ravnica #murders at karlov manor

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Anonymous Asks: "Genderbent headcanons for all the characters plus Bo as girls if you’re feeling up for it? Feel free to add hot stuff too!"

For various reasons I usually prefer a very trans/intersex/genderfuckery take on the concept of genderbending. However, as a bisexual my brain short circuits when I think about buff women so… here ya go~

Content: daddy kink, mommy kink, scratching, marking, mention of choking, bullying kink, degradation, dacryphilia, breeding kink, mention of heat/rut

Jack:

She’s so bubbly and cheerful and sweet, exactly as you’d imagine our favourite clown to be~ And her puns and jokes are just as horrible!

She’s still built like a brick house, of course. She can pick up just about anyone with ease, and is very helpful if you need things moved

Her jacket is very slimming thanks to the lines down the sides, but when she takes it off you can see just how huge her biceps are. She’s got massive arms

She does this cute thing where she scrunches her nose and sticks out her tongue when she concentrates and it’s adorable! She also has a habit of sticking random things behind her ear

Her hair is usually tied back in a ponytail, and her hair tie has the same face on it that her belt does

Her hugs are incredible. Just full body, crushing, warm, tight hugs that squeeze the breath out of you and expel all the bad thoughts and sadness from you

The best part about her hugs is having your face buried in her tits~ They’re so soft and warm and huge

She’s very dominant. She’ll submit if you really want her to, but she much prefers to be in the dominant role

She’ll tease you and edge you for hours, listening to you beg and turning you into a perfect little mess for her~ With heaps of praise, of course!

You’re simply her Sunshine and she loves to make you happy!

Ian:

Big sweaters and baggy clothes are her go-to. They always have been, which is why she spent a lot of her childhood getting mistaken for a boy

Magical girl anime is her jam, she loves them so much! She learned to make cosplays because she was so desperate to make herself a magical girl outfit

Went through a major “not like other girls” phase because she was bullied for being a nerd and got attention from nerdy guys for liking tcgs and comics. Thankfully she’s past that phase in her life

She still gets really jealous of pretty, popular girls though. She’s always wished she could be like them

She’s never actually come out to anyone as pansexual before, mostly because she can’t figure out how to bring it up. She doesn’t hide it, she just never formally came out

She owns a “butch bait” crop top that she impulse bought at a con once, but she’s too nervous to actually wear it, so she only uses it as pyjamas and only when she’s alone

She absolutely gets off to stories about dominant popular girls fucking shy nerd girls. And nerdy pervvy boys fucking shy nerd girls. And popular guys fucking shy nerd girls. There’s a… theme

She has an entire bookmark folder of fantasy-themed sex toys she wants to buy, but she keeps getting embarrassed and deleting it, and then having to start over again

She owns multiple maid outfits, “schoolgirl” outfits, and those cute lil sailor ones. She claims they’re totally not a sex thing! But she’s fantasised about getting fucked in all of them

The president of the itty bitty titty committee! She’s half relieved cause it makes cosplaying guys easier, and half annoyed because she’d love to have bigger boobs, if only to play with them herself~

Shaun:

Literally the coolest makeup ever. She uses a mix of actual makeup and practical effects makeup to come up with the most amazing looks, just to wear to like the grocery store

She’s another huge, buff lady! She loves to show off at any opportunity, flexing or carrying things or just teasing smaller people

She’s one of those people who finds a single very weird accessory and curates a whole outfit around it. Once again, to wear to the grocery store

She still calls herself a “cat dad” because she thinks it’s funny. She talks to Moonpie like she’s the father in a 90’s sitcom and Moonpie is her teenage daughter

A professional playfighter. She will wrestle you at a moment’s notice for absolutely no reason at all. She simply thinks it’s fun!

Has absolutely written slasher erotica fics. Lots of them. They’re gory and graphic and violent and sexy and come with so many content warnings

Call her “daddy” in bed and she’ll fuck you until you can’t feel your legs~ She can be rough or sweet, whatever her kitten wants…

She owns multiple sets of cat-themed lingerie complete with ears, tails, and paws. When she’s feeling playful and submissive, she likes to be the kitten sometimes

She has a massive collection of very beautifully crafted strap on harnesses, plus plenty of sizes of strap to choose from, including squirting ones

Her absolute dream is to one day get fucked by someone in a ghostface mask~

Nick:

A professional dominatrix, of course. She has lots of devoted online submissives who pay her bills and buy her clothes

Outside of work, she’s really awkward. Like painfully awkward. She gets catcalled a lot, and never knows how to respond, so usually she just makes uncomfortable levels of eye contact until they stop

She cuts her own hair. She likes to keep it short and choppy, and she prefers the look she gets from taking kitchen scissors to it over anything a professional tries to do with it

Most of her friends are guys, but she’ll kick their asses if they try to pull any of that “you’re not like other girls” bullshit on her. She’d love to have more girl friends, she just doesn’t seem to hang out in the right places to find them

She keeps her nails short, both for… personal reasons, and because she finds them a pain in the ass to try to keep long. They always catch on things or get chipped

She’s another member of the itty bitty titty committee. Her chest isn’t entirely flat or anything, but she can go very comfortably without a bra

She’s real chill about nudity. She’ll walk around the house in just boxers or a big shirt, and she doesn’t think anything of it. But she’s not opposed to it being used against her either…

She’s a very skilled domme. You want a soft, sweet mommy dom? She’s got you covered. A mean, latex and leather dominatrix? She can do that too! A pretty woman who ignores you and calls you pathetic? Yep! Whatever you want, she’ll do

She’s also not opposed to putting on fake nails for the night, if you’re into getting all scratched up~

She loves to claim you with lipstick marks, to let everyone know you’re hers

Joseph:

She’s just a grungy, rough and tumble type gal! She’s got all the same scars and has been in all the same scuffles as her male counterpart

The only reason her hair is long is because she can’t be bothered to get it cut. That’s a lot of sitting still with a stranger touching her, and she’s not into that

Her arms are the kind of arms that make you want to goad her into putting you in a chokehold. You could die happy with her biceps on your windpipe~

Seriously though, she’s so fucking strong. And she knows how to fight. She’s kind of past that stage in her life now, but she’ll pull out her old moves if she needs to

TITTY TATTOO TITTY TATTOO she’s got a tattoo that goes over one of her tits and it’s 👀😳

She’s big and strong but oh does she want you to get her on her knees and make her worship you

She can be dominant, of course. She’ll pin you to the wall and make you fall apart for her with just her hands~

But really, she’d much prefer to be between your thighs, using her talented mouth on you and getting praised in return

Calling her “good girl” and “mommy” are the two quickest ways to her heart and her pussy

You will not for the life of you get her into lingerie. She hates the way it makes her look, it makes her too self-conscious to be horny

Jean:

She is confident, she is hot, and she is slutty. She thrives off the attention of others and we love her for it!

She’s a finger snapper. She’ll snap at people to get their attention. She’ll snap in the direction she wants something to be placed or someone to move. Whatever she needs, she gets it by snapping

She’s got a very 80s punk rock aesthetic. Leather jackets, messy hair, dark eyeliner

Her parents tried to push her into a very traditional form of femininity, so she rebels against that at any and every opportunity. She revels in being “unladylike”

There are lots of unconfirmed rumours surrounding her sexuality, but she enjoys the ambiguity and refuses to comment on it

She’s the kind of femme who goes wild if you call her “daddy”. It’s the number one way to get her to tie you up and use you like a toy. Though “mommy” will produce the same effect most of the time

If you want to be humiliated and degraded, she’s your girl. She’s not so good at the soft dom stuff, but she’s very good at bullying you until you cry and then making you cum

She’s got pretty big tits, and while she finds them more annoying than anything a lot of the time, she does enjoy teasing people with them~

When she’s bottoming, she can be a bit of a pillow princess. She loves to be serviced and worshipped by a devoted lover

She’ll have you wrapped around her finger by the time she’s done with you, if she has any say in the matter

Bo:

She’s still just a fluffy puppy~ A fluffy puppy with a massive feed me form. She can get real big and hairy when she wants to, which is very sexy of her

Because 90s toys were very gendered, she was made in pink rather than blue, so that’s her whole colour scheme

She still calls you puppy and refers to herself as the alpha, of course~ nothing’s gonna change that

There’s a lot of aspects of human femininity that she doesn’t understand. She’ll let you do her hair or paint her nails, but she doesn’t really get the point of them. She won’t turn down an excuse to be near you though!

She’s just as horny as her male counterpart, always touching herself to the thought of you and watching you…

Her breeding kink gets a little more equal. She’ll talk about filling you with her pups, or you putting a litter into her. Sometimes in the same breath~

When she gets too riled up, she has a tendency to pin you down and grind against you. She’s just an eager puppy~

If you tug on her tail, she’ll present for you. Face down, ass up, wiggling her hips to entice you to fuck her…

Since Bo canonically goes into heat, I think she should get to go into a rut! Sometimes she just needs to breed you~

Honestly, there’s not a huge difference between her and Bo, if only because I feel like puppyboys and puppygirls don’t have as much of a sense of gender? Like neither of them would see much difference between themselves and each other. Their gender is simply dog!

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6 Magical Girl Titles to Try if you've only seen "Shonen"

So I've been seeing more and more battle shonen anime fans interested in more female lead characters, stronger female friendships and less objectification of women in general and that's great! When they get told that such a thing does exist, the Magical Girl genre, the unfortunate response is hostility.

And I get it, MG anime can be unapologetically feminine. Frilly, pink & sparkly and full of cute boy drama OR ....it's full of fanservice.... and if none of those things are your cup of tea I can see why that'd be a turn off if that's what you're expecting from the get go.

But! What if I told you that the magical girl anime genre has been going on for almost 60 years and it's not all the same! (wow!)

So here are 6 titles (3 part of the shonen demographic & 3 part of the shoujo demographic) that might change your mind. Also all of these are safe for viewers 13+

Under the cut because this one's long

Granbelm - The most recent entry here, Granbelm is a “Battle Royale” style mecha show where 7 girls duke it out to win the coveted title of the “Princeps Mage” where they’re able to shape the world as they’d like with all the magic they can control. The mild-mannered Mangetsu finds a new genuine excitement in this tournament she’s been thrusted into and her newfound friend and mentor, the lone wolf Shingetsu, is happy to teach her the basics about magic as the two of them try to hold their own. The mysteries behind Mangetsu’s magic power and the bloodied histories of the other 6 contestants unfolds in each episode. Also magic robot fights

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2. Genmu Senki Leda - A direct to video movie from 1985, Leda tells the adventure of 17 year old Yohko who’s transported to another world to defeat the evil Zell. Zell becomes interested in obtaining Yohko’s powers for himself to cross dimensions to invade. A very simple fantasy movie premise with some stunning animation and music. Has all the 80’s staples: robots, side ponytails, sword fighting in armored bikinis, artistic music video sequences, you name it! The performance of the late Hiromi Tsuru as Yohko is also very sincere and lovely. If you’re a sakuga buff don’t overlook it!

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3. Little Witch Academia (TV Series) - Yeah witches totally count as magical girls! The genre started with witches after all. But anyway: the over-excitable Akko joins the Luna Nova magic academy to learn witchcraft to follow in the footsteps of her idol Shiny Chariot the witch. Magic in this world is treated like it’s been alongside the modern world this whole time but is seen as archaic, unimpressive & useless compared to the breakthroughs of technology. Practicers of “old magic” are a dying breed and trying to find ways to stick to their roots but still be relevant, and the enthusiastic but pesky Akko might just be what they need. Animated by the always impressive Studio Trigger

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4. Magic Knight Rayearth - More magical fantasy worlds & giant robots! Taking story & aesthetic inspiration from 90’s Fantasy RPG games, Rayearth is about 3 normal schoolgirls chosen to save a princess held captive by the dark lord Zagato. Our leads Hikaru, Umi & Fuu become unlikely friends that always have each other's backs no matter what the untamed land of Cephiro has to throw at them. Original manga by CLAMP & animated by TMS.

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5. Revolutionary Girl Utena - This one’s a bit of a doozy but I think it’s a critical darling for good reason. Utena is a new student at Ohtori Academy but has already gained the reputation for being a rule breaking tomboy determined to become a prince that always defends others. After getting into a fight with a student council member to stick up for her friend, Utena is thrusted into Ohtori Academy’s sword fighting duels to win the hand of The Rose Bride Anthy and her mysterious power that’s said to hold the key to “Revolutionize the World”

A very allegory heavy work that also deals with heavy topics such as abuse, homophobia, incest, sexual assault but in a way that’s intrinsic to the work itself and it’s characters. I’d say the overall theme of Utena is about the struggles of teen adolescence and it doesn’t shy away from whatever those struggles are and what it may stem from. A bit polarizing but I think if you give it a chance you’ll be incredibly rewarded

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6. Futari wa Pretty Cure - Wait come back! I know you’re thinking this was all a trap just for me to say “Watch Precure!” but I genuinely think the 1st season is a great magical girl show for someone who’s only used to action anime. Directed by Daisuke Nishio of DBZ fame, Pretty Cure was incredibly risky & experimental for its day giving it’s heroine’s hand to hand combat moves and more dangerous stunts & enemies from week to week and finishing off their enemies with a grand lightning attack. Beyond that, Nagisa & Honoka have an “opposites attract” dynamic with Nagisa being a jock with insecurities about herself & Honoka being an outspoken & adventurous lover of science. The bond that grows between these two is really heartwarming and genuine.

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#magical girls #magical girl chat #anime recommendation #all but one of these is licensed in the u.s but they're all pretty easy to get ahold of imo #also could work as a general 'what magical girl anime do you recommend to a newcomer?'#because i think they're all solid

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BDay Quiz Answers - 2023

Spoilers under the cut!!

Moorland Quiz Who owns the Moorland Stables? 1- The Moorland Family What are the names of all the Soul Riders? 1- Alex, Linda, Lisa and Anne What is the name of the mine next to Moorland? 3- Demascus Mine Which of the following people is a witch? 3- Mrs. Holdsworth What is the Bobcat Girls club color? 2- Pink What is the name of the Moorland Stables stablehand? 3- Maya Who is Loretta’s best friend? 2- Tan

Fort Pinta Quiz Fort Pinta was originally which color? 2- Buttercup Yellow When did Jon Jarl arrive in Jorvik? 2- 1218 What is the name of the other fort in Jorvik? 1- Fort Maria What colours are on the Jorvik flag? 1- Green, white & blue Who arrived latest to Jorvik? 1- Jon Jarl What is the name of James’s sister? 1- Alex What is the name of James’s plush toy dragon? 2- Token

Nilmers Highland Quiz Which of these is not a power possessed by the Soul Riders? 2- Ice Magic Where is Ydris from? 2- Pandoria Ydris has been known to entertain the masses by turning people into what animal? 3- Golden Horse What is Fripp? 3- A cosmic being What breed of horse is Zee? 2- Pandorian Horse Who hasn’t imprisoned Galloper Thompson? 2- The Vala Witches Which of these is not a power possessed by the Dark Riders? 3- Conjuring Illusions (star stable thats incorrect jays 'puppets' are illusions)

Silverglade Village Quiz What is the name of the great castle outside of the village? 2- Silverglade Castle Which breed is known for its royal history? 3- Knabstrupper Who is the current owner of the Great castle outside the village? 1- The Baroness What is the name of Katja’s very first released song? 1- Dark Riders What is the name of the resident tailor? 2- Daxton What is Marley’s last name? 1- Summers Who is the current Queen of Jorvik? 1- There is no queen

Firgrove Quiz Why does Firgrove have a large wooden walls? 1- Wolves Who was Mississippi Jones? 3- An adventurer What was the name of the bear that used to live just south in the Bear Cave? 1- Bjorn What trail ride is known to go up the large mountain near Firgrove? 1- The Red String Trail What region is believed to have talking horses? 1- Wildwoods What is the name of Firgrove’s Shepherd? 1- Andy What is the name of the valley north of Valedale? 3- Valley of the Hidden Dinosaur

Starshine Ranch Quiz Which horse is known for running the fastest quarter-mile race? 1- American Quarter Horse Who founded Starshine Ranch? 1- Carl Peterson Which of these horses are usually NOT associated with Western Riding? 1- English Thoroughbred How many barrels are used in a barrel race? 2- 3 (Three) What is the name of Josh’s horse? 3- Pearl Hart What’s the name of the adventurous dog that used to hang around Starshine Ranch? 3- Atlas What is the name of the big black bull who guards the ranch animals against wolves? 2- Bulgore (the trans icon we love bulgore on this blog)

#reblogs appreciated!!#ssoblr #horse game #sso #starstableonline #sso spoilers #sso bday quiz #birthday quiz sso #sso bday #star stable birthday

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cometrose · 3 months

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i watched season 1 and caught up with season 2 of mashle in like a day and a half

blame bling bang bang born, that opening is so fucking catchy that i guilt-tripped myself into watching the anime because it didn't feel fair to stream without at least watching the first ep

i don't regret it this anime is like really fun im surprised

the casual eugenics??? everyone without magic is unworthy and deserves to die because it is unnatural and goes against the blessings of god?

you would think since lack of magic keeps finding its way into the gene pool and subsequent offspring these people would do more soul searching and question it!

I also think its really interesting how everyone suffers in the eugenics society, it is not just having magic, you have to have good magic otherwise you are just as worthless as the nonmages. You may hold yourself to a higher standard and think yourself superior but you are essentially still trash. Having magic isn't enough you have to be perfect all the time. Everyone suffers even the talented mages cause the slightest imperfection means you are lesser than dirt. You can't tell me this world is happy and blissful when anyone slightly out of the ordinary lives in fear of someone coming to strangle them in the night.

the story also acknowledges this there are tons of people who think they are superior to mash because they have magic even when they themselves are incredibly weak. like shoutout for commentary on racism and racial supremacy on how the weakest of people will act prideful and egotistical at the chance to walk over others.

i love mash, he's cute, i find his empty-headedness endearing i thought i would grow tired of his gimmick but I am pleasantly entertained. he's the realest guy ever

I ADORE LEMON SHE IS SO GOOD SHE IS SO PERFECT i love girls with a loose screw SHE IS SOOOOO GOOOD I LOVE YOU

finn has to be the straight man in a comedy anime and i mourn for him but he's cute as well

i forgive lance, i know i shouldn't but he's also kind of funny i'll ignore his siscon nature for my sake and his as well

dot surprised me like i was really expecting a crazy hot-headed incel weirdo but he's very respectful towards woman and for that you I rock with you! I also like how he plays the straight man role with finn like out of the boys in terms of self-awareness it goes mash > lance > dot > finn and thats neat

does mash have two dads...did that cop turn into his second father...

this is just ha*** po**** but that's okay im not mad

the magia lupus? yeah i cringed every time they came on screen I can't handle that blood purity speech at my age. I always remember reigen's (mp100) speech at the end of season 1. you're not special cause you have magic you're human just like everyone else here! GROW UP

speaking of them, they're kind of neat at least love, abyss and abel. they're cute im a sucker for rivals turned friends

rayne...i might have feelings for you

i was scared rayne was gonna be a dick when he appeared but he happily surprised me he is so sweet to mash thats great i love that and he's super cool and strong i respect that. I hope i see some brother moments with him and finn soon!!!

everyone has a specialty magic like is that innate? do they learn anything else or is their breed of magic just determined by their bloodline

i haven't even acknowledged cream puffs...thats okay too

i love how the main cast of friends is like "thank god im the only normal person here"

pretty good comedic timing i appreciate a healthy balance of humor and drama

i love how the cast moves to the beat of their own drum and i love teenagers rebelling against society! change da world my final message!

#mashle #A BUNCH OF WEIRDO KIDS #do we count the headmaster as mash's 3rd father figure does he count

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Book Recommendations: LGBTQIA+ Fantasy

Her Majesty’s Royal Coven by Juno Dawson

At the dawn of their adolescence, on the eve of the summer solstice, four young girls--Helena, Leonie, Niamh and Elle--took the oath to join Her Majesty's Royal Coven, established by Queen Elizabeth I as a covert government department. Now, decades later, the witch community is still reeling from a civil war and Helena is now the reigning High Priestess of the organization. Yet Helena is the only one of her friend group still enmeshed in the stale bureaucracy of HMRC. Elle is trying to pretend she's a normal housewife, and Niamh has become a country vet, using her powers to heal sick animals. In what Helena perceives as the deepest betrayal, Leonie has defected to start her own more inclusive and intersectional coven, Diaspora. And now Helena has a bigger problem. A young warlock of extraordinary capabilities has been captured by authorities and seems to threaten the very existence of HMRC. With conflicting beliefs over the best course of action, the four friends must decide where their loyalties lie: with preserving tradition, or doing what is right.

This is the first volume of the “Her Majesty’s Royal Coven” series.

The Ballad of Perilous Graves by Alex Jennings

Nola is a city full of wonders. A place of sky trolleys and dead cabs, where haints dance the night away and Wise Women keep the order, and where songs walk, talk and keep the spirit of the city alive. To those from Far Away, Nola might seem strange. To failed magician, Perilous Graves, it’s simply home. Then the rhythm stutters.

Nine songs of power have escaped from the magical piano that maintains the city’s beat and without them, Nola will fail. Unexpectedly, Perry and his sister, Brendy, are tasked with saving the city. But a storm is brewing and the Haint of All Haints is awake. Even if they capture the songs, Nola’s time might be coming to an end.

Silver Under Nightfall by Rin Chupeco

Remy Pendergast is many things: the only son of the Duke of Valenbonne (though his father might wish otherwise), an elite bounty hunter of rogue vampires, and an outcast among his fellow Reapers. His mother was the subject of gossip even before she eloped with a vampire, giving rise to the rumors that Remy is half-vampire himself. Though the kingdom of Aluria barely tolerates him, Remy’s father has been shaping him into a weapon to fight for the kingdom at any cost.

When a terrifying new breed of vampire is sighted outside of the city, Remy prepares to investigate alone. But then he encounters the shockingly warmhearted vampire heiress Xiaodan Song and her infuriatingly arrogant fiancé, vampire lord Zidan Malekh, who may hold the key to defeating the creatures—though he knows associating with them won’t do his reputation any favors. When he’s offered a spot alongside them to find the truth about the mutating virus Rot that’s plaguing the kingdom, Remy faces a choice.

It’s one he’s certain he’ll regret.

But as the three face dangerous hardships during their journey, Remy develops fond and complicated feelings for the couple. He begins to question what he holds true about vampires, as well as the story behind his own family legacy. As the Rot continues to spread across the kingdom, Remy must decide where his loyalties lie: with his father and the kingdom he’s been trained all his life to defend or the vampires who might just be the death of him.

This is the first volume in the “Silver Under Nightfall” series.

The Book Eaters by Sunyi Dean

Out on the Yorkshire Moors lives a secret line of people for whom books are food, and who retain all of a book's content after eating it. To them, spy novels are a peppery snack; romance novels are sweet and delicious. Eating a map can help them remember destinations, and children, when they misbehave, are forced to eat dry, musty pages from dictionaries.

Devon is part of The Family, an old and reclusive clan of book eaters. Her brothers grow up feasting on stories of valor and adventure, and Devon―like all other book eater women―is raised on a carefully curated diet of fairy tales and cautionary stories.

But real life doesn't always come with happy endings, as Devon learns when her son is born with a rare and darker kind of hunger―not for books, but for human minds.

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Room To Grow

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Stephen tries to convince you grow your little family with him.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, language, creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, fluffy sweet sex. Tooth rotting fluff with a touch of angst at the end.

You watched from a distance as the dark sorcerer bounced your toddler in one arm and carried a bowl of Cheerios in the other. Smiling and tickling her with his goatee. His eyes were full of love as she squealed and giggled. She was the apple of his eye. He waltzed with her spinning around in his arms towards the living room humming "Once Upon A Dream." It had become one of her favorites.

Her name was Donna, after his belated sister. It was your suggestion and he was resistant at first, worried it would bring up too many bad memories, but it had been the best name you could have pitched. She was a total daddy's girl, and she had her daddy wrapped around her little finger. He sat down on one of the overstuffed couches and held her in his lap. Letting her start grabbing at the Cheerios. Dropping half of them in his lap instead of in her mouth.

"Should we tell mommy that we know she's watching us? She can't pull anything over on the most powerful little sorceress in the multiverse can she?"

He tickled her belly and leaned down to kiss her cheek. Prompting even more giggles from her at her father's praise.

"Tickles daddy!"

You chuckled and rolled your eyes as you walked over to join them. A large blanket, a couple pillows, & a stuffed animal in your arms. Your daughter was insisting on taking her nap in her dad's office again so she could be close to him while he read. Stephen was the one who always talked you into it. You knew it would end with you finding them both napping together.

The dark imposing sorcerer you met when you originally landed in this universe had slowly shifted into a completely new man. First when he felt your love and when the two of you discovered that your love for each other could begin to repair the universe he had destroyed. It no longer stood on the edge of destruction, but instead had started to flourish.

The best he could figure out was that you had a latent magical ability that when mixed with his magic became powerful enough to regenerate and reform matter. Where his magic had caused destruction, your's caused rebirth.

He changed even more when you became pregnant and gave birth to your daughter. The universe was the one who seemed to decide the timing of these things. The two had been together for a year or two, time was a little blurry there so you couldn't quite be certain, and even had your own little wedding before you got pregnant. Truth be told you both weren't even sure it was possible to have children together as there still wasn't much other life there. A few birds and bugs had magically appeared, even a couple squirrels and smaller animals. Seemingly they appeared at pivotal moments in your relationship. Still there were no other people though.

That is why your daughter's favorite stuffed animal was a small white rabbit. The day you discovered you were pregnant was the day you first saw the family of rabbits making their home near a tree in the yard of the Sanctum. A large brown bunny with gray patches, a smaller multitone spotted bunny, and a tiny little stark white baby bunny. It was hardly a well shrouded message, but it was a message. Several months later, you and Stephen had your own little baby bunny.

"I think it's more her father that I can't pull anything over on. You've always been able to see right through me Stephen."

You sat next to them on the couch, brushed his hair back behind his ear, & dropped a kiss to his shoulder as you watched your daughter. She was going to be the spitting image of her father. Her thick head of chestnut hair and bright curious cerulean blue eyes proof enough. Even if she still had chubby little cheeks in place of Stephen's sharp sculpted ones.

"Hey, now I want a real kiss."

You turned up to see his matching blue eyes shining down. Tilting your head up to his you placed one soft sweet kiss on his lips and then another, and then another. It was difficult for the two of you to stop at just one kiss. Your daughter's grumbling and wiggling at her losing the sole attention of her father pulling you away from your husband's affections. She always got more clingy for her father when it was almost nap time.

"Don't worry little sorceress. Daddy loves you more than he could ever tell you, but if I didn't love your mama even more you wouldn't be here. Now why don't we get you all tucked in for a nap?"

Her face quickly surrendered to the request from her father. She never argued with him about taking her nap like she did with you.

"Otay daddy. Will mommy and daddy nap wif me? We nap in big bed!"

Occasionally when she was particularly grumpy, or if Stephen hadn't been sleeping, or frankly if they had just run down your energy you would take a "family nap". Where all three of you napped in the bed you and Stephen normally shared. Donna would take the middle most of the time, but occasionally Stephen would request the middle so he could cuddle with both his girls at the same time. You liked to save those for special times though.

"Not this time little Miss. Mommy has to clean up after someone, but I already heard your daddy promise you can nap in his office again. That's why I've already got your stuff, and an extra pillow for daddy just in case."

Her little chubby fingers turned to wiggle and grab for her small stuffed bunny and she snuggled it to her chest. Giving it a big kiss before snuggling into Stephen. Cheerios long forgotten.

"Hey, hey, hey. You aren't sleeping in my lap. Let's get you all set up. Walk or carry?"

"Carry daddy!"

The little girl wrapped her arm tight around his neck and he began carting her towards his office. The look on his face saying he could melt into a puddle right there. It was honestly a wonder she had learned to walk as her father would happily carry her everywhere if she asked. More often than not you just let the two of them have their way. If she wasn't pouting that her father wasn't carrying her, he was pouting that he wasn't carrying her.

You followed behind the pair like a third wheel, but a happy third wheel. Giggling at how alike they were and how absolutely smitten that little girl had made your dark scary sorcerer who once swore the only thing he could create was destruction. After gingerly setting her down on the edge of his desk he set to work making the little nest for your daughter. One at a time you handed him the blankets and pillows which he meticulously spread out on the biggest couch in the Sanctum, which had conspicuously moved to his office, which sat right next to the chair he liked to read in.

Her naptime stories often consisted not of her father reading Winnie The Pooh or fairy tales, but by reading ancient magical texts aloud that she had no way of understanding. She didn't care what he read, as long as he read to her. She was just put at ease by his voice. His voice often did the same to you too. Stephen swore up and down that by hearing all of this so young that she would be a natural sorceress and would often voice his hope to you that her powers would even exceed his own one day. Of course he also promised he would teach her to use them responsibly and about the dangers of incursions.

Once she was settled in with her bunny and tucked into her little nest by her father. Ending with a big "wuv you daddy! Night night mommy." Him answering "I love you more my little sorceress". A little bit of a gloat on his face as he turned to you knowing how you would reply. "Mommy loves you both, & knows you love her too by the way." Listening to both of them giggle at your feigned offense.

Stephen had sat down in the chair, his book in hand, you kissed both of them on the forehead before leaving them be. Daddy and daughter. The Cheerios all over the living room were your first priority. Afterwards was picking up stuffed toys. You swear they multiplied by the day. You knew that a new doll or stuffed friend appeared in her bed with her more often than you wanted to know. Every time her father taught her about a new animal or started a new princess storybook. You couldn't help but smile at each one you picked up, recalling how proud your husband looked every time your daughter ran to show you something he magicked up for her.

After a bit you couldn't help but wander over to stand in the doorway of Stephen's office. Watching the two loves of your life. Stephen's voice had already lulled your daughter to sleep. Smiling up at you, he finished the page and carefully set the book down. Standing up and slowly moving over to where you were, effortlessly avoiding every creaky board in the floor. You planted a kiss on his lips and straightened his distressed and well worn robes, assuming he would go back to working on something else until Donna started to stir.

Stephen circled behind you and placed his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his hands around your waist. You relaxed back against his chest bringing your arms to rest on his. Standing in silence as he started to rock you back and forth in his arms, watching your daughter sleep.

"What do you think about having another little one darling? She's growing up too fast. What about a little boy maybe? Wouldn't it be nice to have one of each? Think how wonderful it would be to have a baby around here again. Oh or what about twins!"

You could hear the excitement in his voice at the prospect of growing your little family. He had been scared shitless before Donna was born. Now he loved being a father more than anything, and he was exceedingly good at it.

"Okay calm down there daddy. I'm not sure that's really our choice. We didn't exactly decide when to have her. I'm not saying no. I'm just saying that let's let the universe decide. When did your biological clock start ticking anyway Stephen?"

"Truth be told, the moment we found out you were expecting. I decided right then that I hoped that saying about multiplying like bunnies was true. Not just because I always want to have lots of sex with my angel of a wife. I also really want to make lots of little babies with you too. Plus you look even sexier when you are pregnant, especially when you are really really pregnant."

A soft growl came from him as he placed both hands over your womb. Gripping your flesh and burying his face in your shoulder. Starting to kiss and nip lightly at your neck and the sensitive spot right behind your ear.

You really shouldn't be surprised to learn your hubby had a breeding kink. The way he followed you around like a hungry cartoon dog eyeing a steak when you were pregnant should have been a tip off. He was obsessed with helping you put shea butter on your breasts and belly. He always seemed to worship you anyway, but when you were pregnant it hit a whole new level. It was nice. Maybe it would be a nice surprise if the universe let you have another baby.

"Stephen, behave. You know she probably isn't gonna be out for long. Tonight I guess we can start working on another one if you want. No harm in trying right?"

Your statement didn't do much to make him behave. His hands wandered up to cup your breasts and thumb at your nipples. Groaning and smiling against your shoulder before biting into the skin there.

"Trying has always been the funnest part darling. As soon as she is asleep tonight I'm going to ravish you until I have to cover your mouth to keep you from screaming my name."

You closed your eyes and hummed at the feeling of him touching you. You two still managed to find time to fuck often, but you still never managed to get enough of each other.

"Okay seriously Stephen. You have to keep it in check until tonight. You are supposed to be in there reading when she wakes up."

He reluctantly pulled his hands away from your breasts. Trying to calm himself back down. He knew you were right that you didn't have long while Donna was napping. If he got you pregnant again he didn't want it to be with a quickie. He wanted to conceive with you and take his time.

"I'll be good princess, I promise, but only if you promise to be bad for me later."

"You've got a deal baby."

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Later that night after you got done tucking your daughter into bed, after Stephen read to her, you did a quick check around the Sanctum before heading into your bedroom. Once your daughter was old enough to walk and talk, you had to move her bedroom farther away from yours. She had nearly walked in on things a couple times after hearing some noises through the wall and getting scared. Luckily she had never walked in and saw it was mommy and daddy making those noises.

Truth be told, after a chaotic afternoon of trying to essentially start the basics of schooling with her, it's not like you could just send her off to preschool, you had more or less forgotten your deal with your husband. So you were pleasantly surprised when you entered your bedroom to find it filled with candles. He never wanted to admit it, but Stephen was secretly a big romantic.

He was standing in the middle of the bedroom waiting for you. A large adoring smile on his face. A rose magically appeared in his hand as you started walking towards him. He extended his hand to offer it to you & pulled you into his arms with his other hand, letting them settle on your hips. His thumbs rubbing against you through the fabric of your top as he began to kiss you lovingly but passionately. You let your arms settle around his shoulders as you fell into the kiss. Letting him easily dominate.

"Well Doctor Strange, this is a lovely surprise. I was feeling rather tired, but I suddenly just found a new burst of energy after seeing my sexy husband waiting for me like this. How did I ever get so lucky?"

"It was definitely I who got lucky, my angel. Not every man can say he married the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, who can be both the perfect mother to his children and his dirty girl who fucks his brains out. Speaking of both of those things... I do believe I was promised some dirty wild baby making tonight by my gorgeous wife."

With that he hoisted you into the air holding you tight and you wrapped your legs around his waist to help him carry you. Since he still had to be a little careful with his hands, his main way of carrying you was using his arms to hold you as tight to his chest as he could. It made no difference to you, but it did always elicit a surprised yelp from you when he did it which you quickly shushed yourself for.

He carried you over to the bed and laid you down in the middle of it. Then with the flick of his hand he transformed your normal mom clothes into a short slinky silk nightie in a deep blood red. The same color of the rose he had given you. He stood back and inspected the tableau he had created as he began removing his robes. His beautiful sexy wife in their bed, soft skin bathed in candlelight. The curves of your body were accentuated by the silk of the short nightie and the delicate straps barely holding up and covering your breasts. You never felt self-conscious with him, even after your pregnancy. The way he looked at you didn't allow you to doubt for a single second how much he loved you and how attractive he found you.

You rolled to your side and struck a sultry pose as you watched your husband undress. Watching layer by layer as more of him was revealed to you. His lean pale body was full of strong muscle that didn't overwhelm his frame. The litany of scars on his chest always serving as a reminder of his past. The muscles of his abdomen tapered down the lower they went and you couldn't keep your eyes from following them.

He had been watching you the whole time. Noticing the way your eyes devoured his body. He knew where that pretty little brain of yours was going. He had worked hard to be able to read your every expression.

"Wanna come help me, be my good girl? I can see the eager look in your eyes watching daddy get undressed. Come here, pretty baby. Take off daddy's pants and feel what he's got waiting for you."

You crawled over to the edge of the bed on all fours. Making sure to stick your ass up a little higher in the air for your husband to watch, adding an extra sway back and forth so you were wiggling it extra. Once you got to the edge were your husband was standing you sat on your knees and looked up at him through your eyelashes. Biting your lower lip as you ran your fingers over the buttons and fastenings of his pants.

"But I thought Daddy wanted me to be a bad girl for him tonight. Does daddy want his good little wife or his dirty little whore to fuck?"

You slowly undid his pants as he chuckled lowly and brought a hand up to stroke your cheek. You began toying with the band of his boxers, purposely ignoring the tent his erect cock had created to tease him while you waited for his answer.

"Did you forget, baby? My good little wife is my dirty little whore. Now feel what you do to daddy's cock when my good little wife acts like a dirty whore for me."

You quickly stuck your hand down the front of his pants to start stroking him through the soft fabric of his boxers. Placing little teasing kisses and nips on his bare chest. He helped you push down his pants and then grabbed your hair in his fist tilting your head so he could attack your lips. His kiss was all tongue and teeth this time. Becoming more ravenous for your touch and for your body. A needy "touch me baby", growled from his throat.

You quickly obliged and moved to push his boxers down far enough to free his cock and balls. Promptly letting his hot heavy cock fall into your waiting fingers. Separating the kiss long enough to spit onto his cock so you could start stroking him in your hand.

After a few more minutes of making out with Stephen, while stroking his cock with one hand and fondling his balls with the other, you were both getting anxious for more. He had started pinching and teasing your nipples through the silky fabric of your nightie. Smiling in success when he felt both buds standing at attention for him. You were the one who broke the kiss first.

"Does daddy want me to suck his cock?"

"As tempting an offer as that is, pretty girl, because you are so good at sucking my cock. I only want your pussy tonight."

You couldn't help but keen at his filthy praise. You loved hearing that you did a good job pleasing your man. Both in and out of bed.

"Tonight we have a purpose, don't we darling? Tonight daddy wants to make you a mommy again, & that means getting every last drop of daddy's thick hot cum in mommy's perfect little pussy. Daddy wants to knock his perfect dirty little wife up. Make Donna a little brother or sister. You didn't change your mind about what you said earlier, right love?"

His question was a little more serious at the end. Making sure you really did want to do this, to put out your intentions or wish for another baby out into the universe. That you hadn't changed your mind about the whole thing. With him. In truth he was still a little worried deep in the very back of his mind that you would wake up one day to realize who he is and where you were, only to take your daughter away and leave him alone again.

You took your hands away from his cock to put them flat on his chest, one positioned directly over his heart. Placing another deep kiss to his lips and feeling him press his cock to your belly. The kiss this time was passionate but filled with love, a kiss between a husband and wife who were madly in love with each other.

"Of course I still want to have another baby with you Stephen. I can't wait to carry our baby again. Have that little piece of both of us growing in me again. Now come on daddy, come get me pregnant. Fuck me and fill me up."

You plopped yourself back on the bed and pulled off your panties, throwing them to the side as Stephen dove on top of you. Tickling your neck with his longer goatee. He grabbed your nightie with both hands and pulled it off as he kicked his boxers off. Eventually the two of you came to rest naked in each other's arms, him on top of you and positioned between your spread legs.

One more romantic moment passing between the two of you as his fingers danced over your sex. Making sure you were wet enough to take him already. He just wanted to fuck you and make love to you. Looking into each other's eyes and sharing soft kisses back and forth. Once he was sure you were ready, Stephen licked his palm and reached down to stroke himself a couple times before positioning his cock at your entrance.

As he was about to thrust into you he held your face in his hand and said in one of the most loving voices you had ever heard, "I love you Mrs. Strange."

"I love you too, my dark and sinister incredible Doctor Strange. Now come on, husband of mine… get me pregnant. Breed me daddy."

He slowly started to press into you. Moving with purpose to push every inch in and out of you with ease. You pulled one leg up closer and wrapped it around his middle to try to pull him deeper. You felt so perfectly stretched around him. Every ridge and vein of his long thick cock caressing your walls perfectly. You both looked down to see the spot where you connected. Moaning at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you.

"Always so tight and wet sweetheart. So fucking perfect."

You smiled and pulled his face back to you for a kiss as he started fucking you with a bit more vigor. Thrusting a bit faster but keeping a smooth easy pace. Trying to find that sweet spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in your head.

"Your cock feels so good Stephen. You hit every spot so well baby. You know just how to fuck me. Always fuck me so good."

He tilted his hips upward a little bit extra and knew he found what he was looking for when you let out a moan a little bit louder than the others. Tilting your head back and letting your eyes close as he aimed for the same spot over and over.

"That's because this beautiful body is mine darling. It's my job to make sure you are satisfied and happy. My job to make sure you cum and cum, over and over."

With your arms secured around his neck and one on his chest and your legs now hiked up and dropped open, Stephen knew you were getting close. He knew the chances of his seed taking were better if you came right before or around the same time he did. So he let one hand trail down to grab a hold of your hip. Ready to start toying with your clit when he was just about to peak too.

"Your job is also to fill me up Stephen, get me pregnant again. Can't wait to see the look on your face when you see my belly grow again. Like you just can't keep your hands off me."

Your hips were starting to roll underneath him. Signaling that you wanted him to start going harder and faster. So he happily obliged. Starting to thrust harder first before slowly starting to build up his speed. The image of you naked and glowing with a large pregnant belly and swollen breasts plastered in his imagination. He couldn't wait to worship you in that form again.

"I can't keep my hands off you anyway. I'm gonna need to fuck you at least twice a day once you start to show. First thing in the morning and last thing before bed."

Your voice was now up an octave and you were close to whimpering for him. He knew he had you right where he needed you. He just needed to hear you say it.

"Oh fuck Stephen, I'm so close. Make me cum baby. Wanna cum on your cock daddy."

He smiled as you buried your face in his neck as he let his thumb glide over your clit for the first time. He started with light touches building up your high before starting to strum your clit with more insistence. Letting your orgasm ripple through you from your very center outward. Leaving your fingers and toes tingling as he kept fucking you.

"I don't care how long it takes, and for what it's worth I hope it doesn't take long, but I will keep you full of my cum until you're carrying my baby again. You ready sweetheart? I'm so close. Tell me you want me to fill you up. Now that you've cum all over my cock like a good girl tell me what you want."

You loved when he asked you to talk dirty to him. He had been surprisingly quiet in bed when you first got together. Only moans, grunts, & growls. His love for dirty talk came from you. It was something that had always turned you on and you loved that as your relationship grew your sexual interests meshed together.

"Fill me up Stephen, I need to feel you cum in my pussy. I want to be leaking with your cum everyday until I'm pregnant again. Cum in me daddy, cum in me!"

As you started speaking Stephen dropped his head into the crook of your neck. Something he always did when he knew he wouldn't be able to keep himself quiet. As he started pounding into you mid-plea you knew you had him right where he needed to be. He started growling and grunting into your shoulder. By the time you called him daddy he was ready to blow.

"I'm cumming love. Take it baby! Take it all. You better keep all my cum in that pretty little pussy. Feel how much I'm giving you. Oh fuck!"

You loved the feeling of him cumming inside you. You always had, but this time knowing you were trying for a baby it felt even more incredible. The warmth of his load swarming your body as it fills you up. Feeling his cock pulse inside of you. Your pussy fluttering at the feeling, triggering an aftershock of your own. The feeling of his growling and biting at your neck and shoulder. It all felt so good. He felt so good.

You stayed where you were wrapped around him and with him still buried deep inside you for a moment or two. Basking in each other's afterglow. Quiet little 'I love yous' and 'I love you mores' whispered against each other's lips. Eventually pulling apart but the sweet kisses shared between husband and wife continued until Stephen told you to "assume the position". You laughed knowing exactly what he meant.

Stephen helped you get into a comfortable position that would help encourage nature to take it's desired course before moving to put on his own pajama pants. That way one of you would be semi-dressed if your daughter called. Although you both did miss when you could just lay naked in each other's arms, in a completely empty universe, spending the entire night tending to each other's wants and desires. No worries of being hidden or quiet. Hell you didn't even have to be inside. Literally succumbing to your baser instincts wherever they hit. You wouldn't trade this for anything though.

You laid upside down on the bed, with a pillow under your hips and your legs extended up along the headboard. You had no idea if it would make any difference, but it couldn't hurt to give Stephen's swimmers any extra advantage. After helping you get into position he draped one of his robes over your still naked body to make sure you didn't get cold. Situating his body so he could lay your head on his lap as he was leaning against the headboard.

Your every comfort was also his top priority. Even before he could ever begin to admit his feelings to himself, he knew he would never be able to live with himself if you weren't happy. Seeing you smile made him feel like he wasn't the monster he thought he was. Seeing both you and Donna smile was a million times better than that. The thought that he might have another smiling face he was responsible for made him near giddy.

"You know if someone told me when I got here that you would be such a softie I would have thought they were terribly mistaken. You weren't as big and scary as you thought you were, but you weren't exactly Mr. Sentimental."

He brought one hand down to brush your hair from your cheek. His touch was always soft and gentle with you from the start. His fingers shook slightly as you turned to kiss his palm. Bringing your hands up to hold his and draw little patterns on his skin. He was always amazed how much you seemed to love his hands exactly as they were. One of his favorite things was when you traced and kissed every scar. It was during one of those times when he asked you to marry him.

"Everything that I have become since you arrived here is a direct result of you and our little sorceress in the other room. For better or for worse, because you're stuck with me."

He pulled his hand free and flicked the ring on your finger while holding up his other hand to show the matching one. You chuckled and rolled your eyes at him. He knew you were happy to be stuck with him, even if he had to fight his doubts sometimes.

"For better definitely. I can't imagine living without you Stephen, without her. Without whoever else we have. Even if I remember right, apparently you want me to have a whole litter."

The idea of the two of you having a whole litter of children really did appeal to him. He never would have said that before. The majority of his adult life he didn't want any kids. Then one day he couldn't stop thinking of tiny versions of you and him running and laughing through the halls of the Sanctum. Donna was essentially a tiny him, but he still needed a tiny you or two or three. Although if it was destined to be just the three of you that was enough for him to be beyond satisfied.

"Well you are very sexy my love. You can't blame me for wanting to see you pregnant with my babies all the time. You do know I'd be even worse if we were in another universe and I had to let other men even get near you right? Have to have you marked all the time so those other dad's would know not to even dream of it."

"At some point we are gonna have to figure out at least how to move her in and out of this universe once she's older if it's still just us here. I don't think I will ever tire of it being just us, but she probably will."

Part of you hated even bringing it up. You knew how much guilt Stephen felt and how much shame he had internalized about what he had caused. You knew the topic would come up though. Every year that passed it became more likely Donna would want answers. She had already started asking why you would suddenly see new plants or animals around or why buildings would suddenly be reconstructed.

"You leave that worry to me, my love. Trust me when I say that my heart will break when we have to tell her the truth of this place. Of… of what I did. I only hope she won't hate me. That I can give her enough to forgive me."

"She could never hate you Stephen. You are her hero and you always will be. You are her father, and you may have created this universe but we are fixing it. Together, her included. We are a family and that day is still a ways in the future. Besides, you are already her favorite parent anyway & you spoil her absolutely rotten."

He smiled at your last statement. He had absolutely no regrets about spoiling both you and Donna. He was proud of It. It was the least he could do. You both showered him with love and made him happier than he thought he had ever been.

"I know. I just have a hard enough time telling her no as it is and she's growing so fast. She gets that same cute little pout you get when you are sad and you know how that melts me. Everything you do melts me. You have every ounce of my heart, my soul, & my entire being, my love."

You loved when he got all sappy. There were so many sides to him. He was the definition of complexity, but you had a sneaking suspicion that you were one of the only people who had ever seen this side of him. Even when there were millions of other people around.

"That reminds me that we have gotten a bit distracted. Right now your primary concern is staying ready for me whenever I want you so we can get her a sibling or two. I could go for another round tonight if you are up for it, Doctor."

"Oh don't you dare underestimate me, kitten. I'm already planning on waking you up with my tongue as well."

With that he pounced on top of you and began kissing and nipping at your neck again as you burst into laughter. Pulling him close and holding him tight, how only you could. He loved when you assured him that he was enough for you, that this was enough, but he knew the same wouldn't be true for your children. So he intended to work everyday to find a way to get them, to get all of you, to a world where they could thrive. If he couldn't find it he fully intended to shower you with enough love to make that world here.

Until then you would just have to work on giving Donna a little brother or sister. Or both. Or several. Or at the very least enjoy trying.

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Friendofhayley's Top Books of 2022 Pt. 2 LGBTQIA+ Magic

This Book Rec is on LGBTQIA+ with a magical element in them. This list contains 7 different books. Let's go!!

Kushiel's Avatar (Kushiel's Dart #3) by Jacqueline Carey | queer society

This concluded the Kushiel's Dart series through the eyes of Phèdre, a now powerful Duchess. In this installment (that has jumped years into the future) she tries any aims and leads she can to free her best friend from the island he was cursed to. It was very bittersweet to finish this book, Phèdre is such a brilliant and unique character. I loved getting to see fantasy Africa and Central Asia in this installment and see the twists made on Egyptian and Jewish culture in this world.

"We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on."

An Accident of Stars by Fox Meadows | queer/feminist world (kinda)

This story follows an Australian girl who falls into a portal into another world and lands in a political mess -- and she'll never be the same again. I loved how this new world was literally COMPLETELY unlike our own. Plants and animals weren't a mix of ours, they were completely their own. I loved every character and how nonchalantly free and queer/trans all the women were.

“Life is hard. Some days we get our asses kicked, but apathy breeds more evils than defeat. So, you know. Keep fighting."

The Fifth Season by N.K. Jemisin | poly & queer characters

The Stillness is a land of constant shakes and phenomena since Father Earth started hating his children. This story follows characters who can (basically) Earth bend and it's super poly and queer. This book made me realize what epic fantasy should be, which is nonchalantly queer and POC-filled with no heteronormativity anywhere. A semi-depressing read though.

“After all, a person is herself, and others. Relationships chisel the final shape of one's being. I am me, and you.”

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu | lesbian vampires

This book was extremely gay. I was cautious because I felt like maybe the show really emphasized it, but no. Carmilla is head over heels in love with Laura, and Laura is confused but into it. I loved that it involved an unreliable narrator as well. Dracula who?

“Yes, very—a cruel love—strange love, that would have taken my life. Love will have its sacrifices. No sacrifice without blood.

Summer of Salt by Katrina Leno | queer romcom

There is an island known for a rare (magical) bird. Georgina hates the time of the year when the bird researchers flock to her hometown, and it's even worse while she's waiting for her family magic to kick in. But another magic (love) also arrives. This book was amazing. It has a small-town feel to it, it made me laugh out loud, and the characters all feel real. I stayed up until 4 AM to finish it, and it was so worth it. I wish I could read it again.

"And she was funny, and interesting, and her smile was like a small revelation. Like she had invented smiling."

Widdershins by Jordan L Hawk | gay men

Two men get shoved into an occult mystery that might turn into a horror story. Also enemies to lovers and badass/nerd. This book was outstanding. It was so refreshing for a story to have a non-romantic plot with a well-written subplot in which there is no drama about the being gay part. It felt like any other brilliant story set in the Victorian(?) age but with gay main characters.

“Why did he have to be kind? If only he’d mocked me, or sneered at me, or merely tolerated me, then I would have known how to deal with him. But he insisted on being kind, on pretending I had some worth. How was I to defend myself against that?”

Peter Darling by Austin Chant | trans man MC + gay relationship

This story follows Peter Darling who has come back to Neverland after being away for so long. For some reason, he's drawn to Captain Hook and keeps forgetting something very big. There was so much hype about this book and it was worth it. At times the story was trippy in the best way and the romance was sweet and made sense.

“You know, I find that enemies are often the most satisfying people to share your secrets with. If you must tell someone, tell someone who's sensitive to all your vulnerabilities, on account of trying to exploit them.”

#lgbtq book recs #peter darling #widdershins #the fifth season #kushiels dart #kushiels avatar #summer of salt #carmilla #an accident of stars #2022 book recommendations

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Question: what would be Winx's and Specialists' favorite sports?

Why would you ask me about sports ball? I don't know shit about sports ball

Bloom probably doesn't have one for a while until she learns about the dragon version of equestrian, and later after she gets a horse equestrian itself. She's likely into most magical sports, because Bloom is always in awe of magic, but I think it would be more of a novelty thing. While her interest in controlling dragons would be longer term because it would help her understand her powers better. Later on as she finally gets a grip on her dragon based powers better she drifts off to a magic user based sport

Stella would say she doesn't know shit about sports, and she's wrong because she keeps forgetting that magical combat (magic user martial arts) is a sport. Actually used to compete in magical combat tournaments when she was younger at her school because her magic teachers thought it would be good for her already insane magic development and skill. It was. This is how she got into Alfea despite her shit grades and record, and later why she got back in despite the lab explosion. Girl is a prodigy at Incursion magic. Doesn't follow it closely, bc she has clothes to worry about, but if your plopped her down in front of a match she could rattle off details about what's going on

Flora doesn't have one. Her hobbies include being locked in a green house breeding flowers to make a new attack, and stopping every several hours to make sure not one's having a crisis while she's gone. With some days dedicated to going into treacherous areas, with minimal supplies to avoid disturbing nature, and studying in the field. She'd find mountaineering interesting but she's not a sports person

Tecna has a stock art of her doing archery, so can I say archery? Jk Tecna would never do a sport in her life. She does think Karate is super cool tho. Seen by her doing martial arts moves that she never proves that she actually knows how to use in her transformation sequences. If eSports is counted then yes, of course, and she dominates

Musa's is magical sprinting? Like imagine track but for faries. It's just like that but instead of running it's flying—wait. Oh my god. I just learned break dancing is apparently a sport??? In the Olympics?? Did not know that. So I take it back, break dancing is her favorite sport

Aisha's is surfing. I don't need to explain this one lol. Sure she likes swimming, but swimming is just a thing you do on Andros. Surfing is something she can show off with. In s3 it's shown she's also into hoverbike tricks, in s2 she steals Timmy's waterbike, and she's definitely into those too. Oh and sport climbing, and dance for good measure. Everyday I wonder how she managed to learn all this with over protective and hyper strict parents and a Nanny breathing down her neck constantly thoughout childhood

Sky I honestly think would most be into dragon controlling, equestrian but dragon, over anything else. Not that he doesn't like sword play, it just seems like he's not super interested in it a lot of the time tbh. Seeing how well trained Lady seems to be, I think thems are just the vibes. Dude likes working, training, commanding animals. Riven makes an annoying amount of dragon based innuendos at Sky and Bloom, and Sky is this close to strangling him for it

Brandon's could easily be a lot of things. Like, remember how when Sky was complaining about something in I think s2 he was just like??? Flipping around and shit??? Gymnastics. Weight lifting also sounds like something he'd be interested in, vibes. Can't explain. Those two feel like the sports he'd be most interested in. Either way his down stairs neighbor fucking hates him

Timmy's is shooting. Just, shooting. He thinks it's cool, he likes it. He needed to be stopped from building his own baster from school property during his first year because that's illegal and dangerous. It's one of the few things he's truly confident in, though early on he has bad performance anxiety so stuggles to show his skills. I don't think Timmy would play games competitively like Tecna, so he plays the games that are in eSports but doesn't do the sport part lol

Helia's is probably his hand string things. I mean each of the weapons is it's own discipline, and that's a sport right?? Helia's hand things likely require a lot of technical skill and finesse, and as an artist I imagine he quite values those two things. I can definitely see him as a child spending days upon days learning tricks with the gloves before he even knew what he wanted to be when he grew up simply because they're just fun for him to play with. Coincidentally this is the reason why he could just transfer into red Fountain without being behind on weapons. He was still practicing with his gloves in art school. Can anyone else see Helia using his gloves to make string art????

Riven, my idiot. What about you. Either sword play or racing. Due to the fact that Riven never got any help or training before RF and is still really fucking good, enough to be just below the two people who likely got the best training Eraklyon could offer, he probably fucking loves sword play and is a natural at it. It's definitely a big passion of his I'd imagine. Racing because have you seen the bastard on his windrider?? He so clearly thinks racing is cool, and does not care that he's being a fucking dumbass about safety. I think if windrider jousting was a thing he'd completely lose his shit in excitement and happiness

Nabu, because I can't just not include Nabu. The type of magical combat Stella is into is more like MMA, or a martial art that your likely to get hurt while in competition, while the magical combat Nabu is more into would be kinda like grappling or fencing. There no like, actually attacking the other side. It's more a test of magical technique and skill, compared to actually being combat practical. This is the form of magic practice Nabu mostly did growing up. Being thrown into the most dangerous friend group in the magic dimension required a bit (read: a lot) of adjustment on the side of his technique, but he still has a lot of fondness for the form

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Meet Prince Mark Hannes-Grant.

The middle child of Queen Bloom and King Sky, and their only son. (And if you ask him, the most intelligent of the siblings.)

He’s a bit of a ‘killjoy’ according to his sisters, but it can never be said he’s not doing his best to look out for them.

- Bloom and Sky’s middle child and only son, Mark Hannes-Grant. He’s about 14/15 when we first meet him and is going into his freshman year at Red Fountain.

- Mark’s birthday is November 19. He’s a Scorpio by Earth standards and a Dragon by Magical Dimension’s standards.

-He has reddish hair that he keeps short and blue eyes. (And like Marion’s hair, it tries it’s damndest to curl against his will.)

-Mark embraces the princely role he was born into, but not in the “Prince Charming” way. He’s deeply intrigued by, and studies deeply, the politics of running a realm and coming up with policies and figuring out how to best help his people.

-He’s far more serious and stern compared to his sisters and tends to be a bit of a ‘killjoy’. (By the standards of his friends, anyway. But he can’t help it. A prince needs to act a certain way or people will not take him seriously.)

-Don’t let that fool you, however. Mark has a tendency to push his title around when he feels he needs to. (Such as when someone tries to condescend his younger sister or he finds someone being rude to the staff in the castle.)

-Despite being raised by Bloom and Sky and being surrounded by love and affection… He has internalized a few things from his Papa Erendor and Nana Samara. (Particularly about appearances and perceptions. Which is part of why he stays so prim and proper most of the time.)

-While Mark does listen to gossip and takes on information he ‘overheard’, he tries to keep it to a minimal. (After sharing with sisters and friends of course. Or with his parents if he feels it prudent enough information)

-Mark is fluent in several languages around the Magical Dimension. (And a few from Earth. Thank you, Grandma Vanessa and Grandpa Mike.)

-Like his sisters and his grandmothers (and his Grandpa Oritel), Mark has magic. Not enough that he considers himself a magic user, but enough that it does help him with mundane things. Examples include: using his magic to help him with studying and keeping his memory sharp, sending notes in a flash, and the one time he created a fire shield out of fear. (He has yet to be able to recreate using that sort of magic. He’s pretty sure he only did that because he drew out magic from someone else.)

-Mark’s an animal guy. He loves hanging out with the horses and dragons at the stables of Domino and Eraklyon and he absolutely loves Kiko and the rabbits.

-He actually has his own dragon and horse. The dragon is named Monroe and the horse is Tiana.

-He also has a dog. An Earth breed known as a golden retriever. Her name is Rhea and she is his pride and joy.

-Due to his love of animals, Mark is very against animal cruelty. To the point he’s not above threatening violence.

-Mark doesn’t take well to being threatened or having threats aimed at the people he cares for. He may not snap quite like the person expects, but you can be damn sure they won’t be unscathed for such things.

-He tries to stay diplomatic. It’s part of being a prince and part of him just wanting peace and quiet sometimes. (Having sisters is hard. Having two families of royals filled with royalty BS is even harder.)

-Like many from warrior families, Mark is active and does his best to stay fit. Bloom made sure to get him into activities he would actually enjoy, however, as she didn’t want him forced into things the same way Sky had been.

-His favorite activities are: anything that includes animals, sword fighting (he was in the Junior Sword Fighting League until recently, when he graduated from the age allowances), and various Eraklyon based martial arts.

-Mark is extremely protective of sisters, especially Emily who is, in his mind, the sweetest and most incredible little girl ever. (He’s protective of his older sister too, but not quite as extreme, considering she does have the Dragon Fire.)

-(He doesn’t envy his older sister at all. Being the latest incarnation of the Dragon of Light? All that responsibility? No thanks. Granted, he does love and thrive in his responsibilities as a prince, but being essentially a sort of demi-god? No thank you.)

-Mark is gay. But it’s seldom discussed. Not because of his family or any of that. It’s one of those: he didn’t do a big coming out because he doesn’t feel it’s anyone’s business because it doesn’t say anything about his ability to being a leader. So he just sort of shows up to big events with dates if he has one. (And if he doesn’t, he enjoys going with his sisters.)

-(Bloom and Sky made sure that people were accepting. They love him and want him to be himself. Anyone who can’t understand that can jump into the Abyss. Yes, they’ve had fights with Erendor about it. Bloom threatened to burn his beard. No one disrespects Mark’s sexuality.)

-Mark is aware of the jokes surrounding being a ‘middle child’ so he has his own jokes about it. (Such as him being the freest to do as he pleases and getting to have the best gossip due to not being noticed.)

-He loves chess! Grandpa Oritel and Papa Erendor got him started and now he just has a field day with it.

-Due to her upbringing, Bloom made sure Mark (and all of her kids as the age), are able to do basic things for themselves: like cook basic meals and clean up after themselves. Mark developed a love of cooking because of this and enjoys getting to help his Grandma Vanessa in the kitchen as time allows.

-Despite enjoying being a prince and being so into politics and learning how to run a realm, he absolutely hates the galas and parties he has to attend. He can only stand people around fake people with false senses of importance for so long before he starts wondering how bad it would look if he just, left.

-(He also isn’t a fan of the royal regalia he has to wear at such events. It fits well, sure, but he prefers being in clothes that it won’t matter if they get a little dirty or have dog hair on them.)

-He has a pretty big secret… He’s a gamer. And he’s good at it. He and Zephyr often play together and dominate their competitions.

-(Why is it a secret? He doesn’t want people assuming things about him just because he plays video games.)

-Mark is teased by his sisters and several of his friends for being such a bookwork. He teases them back about wanting to remain ignorant fools with little creativity.

-He and Willow actually have a mini-book club going. They share books and recommend reads and shit-talk some of the stories they’ve read. They’re each other’s best friend when it comes to this.

-(Though he’s the closest to one of Musa and Riven’s kids. They’re truly best friends and even roomies at Red Fountain.)

-At Red Fountain, Mark is hoping to prove his own merit. He knows what his dad and grandparents did at the school and for the school, but he doesn’t want to be compared to them. He’s not them. He’s Mark.

-Mark made sure not to get a ‘fancy’ room at RF. He doesn’t want to be treated differently from the other students. (That’s a surefire way to get backlash and have rumors started. He doesn’t want that.)

-His main weapon is a sword, just like his father and his grandfathers before him. His sword is different, however, as it’s more along the lines of a falchion like sword, with ruby coloring. His gem color is ruby.

-Mark’s not a fan of using the levibikes. He doesn’t like them at all. He prefers flying with dragons. (Yes. He’s a little extra. But so what?)

-His favorite classes are based in strategy and combat. He loves planning and making all the details just right and keeping himself in control.

-He also loves the creature taming classes. And dragon flight classes.

-His least favorite classes are the piloting and mechanical based classes. Engineering isn’t his strong-suit and while he’s nimble in a fight, he’s not that good at trying to piece things together in machines.

-(Mark enjoys the first-aid classes too. There’s a sort of peace that comes with knowing you can patch up your buddies if you’re in a pinch.)

-Mark has joined a few extra-curriculars: dragon taming and flying, sword fighting, chess club, and the debate team.

-When he becomes an adult, Mark hopes to serve Domino’s personal Council. (He wants to be part of the decision making and he wants to be involved in the politics. It’s fun to him and he knows his older sister will help him out considering she finds the politic bits to be to taxing and infuriating. Especially when trying to discuss modernity with the “pompous assholes” currently in power.)

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Last Exit to Playlist

By Max Gladstone

I wanted to write a road novel. I wanted to write a book about friends grown apart, a book that drew on memories and dreams and journals of bouncing around the country all summer in the back seat of a Plymouth Voyager, a book that understood space and could chew time. So, I needed a mixtape.

I used to do this for every road trip. There was a different art to it when you had to fit your vibe into a forty-five minute A side and a forty-five minute B. Poets know: constraint breeds creativity. You start to understand why radio singles used to have long outros, which lets the DJ choose the right moment to crossfade, and fit the tune to their set. I loved the challenge, and the music would set the tone for the trip. So: why not make a mixtape for a road trip into my own imagination?

This wasn’t a playlist for the process itself, the actual word-by-word writing. In the flow, I drift between ambient albums, chiptunes, soundtracks, games music, jazz. I find tracks that have the right vibe or rhythm and drop them into a giant “writing music” folder, where live ancient OCReMix tracks based on the Morrowind title theme or the Chrono Trigger soundtrack. I do whatever works. But this wasn’t a playlist to write by—this was a playlist to help me think through what I was thinking through. And the road, for me, is songwriter country.

Good Man - Josh Ritter, The Animal Years

The Animal Years was my first Ritter album. I played it again and again in my bedroom in southeast China late at night as the Iraq War kept on being bad. The Animal Years casts a prophet’s eye on America—clear, visionary, angry—and any three of its songs could have made it to this list, but the album resolves on this note of tired, broke-down grace. Even in its earliest iterations, I knew the book that turned into Last Exit would start after what felt like the end—after the breaking point, when the young kids who thought they could save the world tried, failed, and broke up. None of them have yet reached the promise this song holds out—of rest, of, at least, friendship—but it gave me, and them, something to steer toward.

Tangled Up in Blue - The Indigo Girls, 1200 Curfews

I’m a Dylan fan, but—something magical happens when you give Dylan songs to someone else. Jimi Hendrix’s All Along the Watchtower is the iconic version. And the Indigo Girls’ cover of Tangled Up in Blue takes this raw and wry tale of wandering around the country, wondering what the hell happened to your generation, and layers in passion and mourning. In Dylan’s version, the narrator feels resigned—of course it all went down like that, it couldn’t have happened any other way, people are just like that and you have to understand. Here, the narrator cares. She misses what she’s lost, and even though she’s getting through, she’s angry about it. That gave me the right touchstone for Zelda, for my main character: memory and loss, regret and anger, and a worn-down determination.

Democracy - Leonard Cohen, Live in London

Speaking of prophecies. “It’s coming with the feel that it ain’t exactly real, or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there.” In this version, gravelly and terrifying, Cohen unsettles. It’s Democracy by way of The Future, and you feel the hope, but you have to concede—it is murder. In earlier recordings, this song can feel triumphant, but by Live in London, you can’t tell whether it’s a prophecy of salvation or of Armageddon. Maybe both.

Galahad - Josh Ritter, To the Yet Unknowing World

I heard this song for the first time live, and I went home and listened to it a dozen times in the next day. I love that walking-beat drum, like a cane echoing on a marble floor. I love the sly and vicious sense of humor. I love how virtue twists in this song—how nothing’s quite what it sets itself out or up to be. You have to look under the surface. And the King Arthur mythos, as slantwise as we see it here, really speaks to me in an American country/folk/blues setting. It’s the one you read in Steinbeck’s The Acts of King Arthur, or in Tortilla Flat. Kings and knights in a land without knights and kings.

Tear My Stillhouse Down - Gillian Welch, Revival

Gillian Welch is one of those songwriters who leaves you certain you’ve just heard a song that’s a hundred years old.

The Hobo Song - Old & In the Way, Old & In the Way

A track about being lost at the end of your part in the American story. Old & In the Way is a tremendous project—Pete Rowan, Jerry Garcia, David Grisman on mandolin, John Kahn, and of course all-star Vassar Clements’s elegant, barn-burning fiddle. I could have a dozen of their songs on this playlist. Speaking of which…

Panama Red - Old & In the Way, Old & In the Way

I’m honestly not sure what this song is doing here as opposed to, say, Land of the Navajo which has more of the cosmic vision I aimed for in Last Exit. Maybe it’s just that Panama Red is a great name. Maybe it’s that cowboy vibe. Maybe the tape needed a moment to breathe.

Wagon Wheel - Old Crow Medicine Show, O.C.M.S.

You too, perhaps, have heard this one at every bonfire you’ve attended since the mid year-zeroes, and I hope that when you did, you had the fullness of heart to join in and sing. It’s had a lot of play, and it’s probably been used to sell some SUV somewhere, and that’s fine, but for me when I hear this song, it’s late at night, I’m in the middle of the People’s Republic of China, far away from anyone and everything I grew up beside and especially from the Cumberland Gap and Johnson City, Tennessee, and a visiting buddy has just handed me a thumb drive with some music on it, and—well. I worked out the fiddle part that night.

I Hear Them All - Old Crow Medicine Show, O.C.M.S.

The world is a hard place and there are lots of people hurting, and all that pain is a bright and fearful light. We close down in the face of it. David Rawlings, Gillian Welch’s guitarist collaborator, has a great version of this song, too, which could be on this list, but the O.C.M.S. version is the one I heard first.

Walking in Memphis - Marc Cohn, Marc Cohn

Look, okay, look. Just…look.

Silver Thunderbird - Marc Cohn, Marc Cohn

You’ll have noticed a lot of doubled artists on this track list, and to be honest, some of that’s because I took out the album looking for one song, saw the other, and couldn’t resist adding it. In this case, I couldn’t pull out the Mark Cohn album without adding Walking in Memphis—”She said/ Tell me are you a Christian child?/ And I said ‘Ma’am I am tonight’”—but Silver Thunderbird was why I got the album out in the first place. It’s a haunting, brief song about being a kid, about your parents, about shoes you can’t quite grow into—and about a car. I’ve never been a Car Person, and maybe because I’m not, I don’t have the contempt familiarity can breed. For me, a few cars have a mythic heft. The Thunderbird is one, and so’s the Dodge Challenger, which features in Last Exit. I can’t say quite what it is about the Challenger. It’s a haunting design. It’s the car that idles at the corner, as if waiting for something. It’s the car that the man in the hat drives when he comes to town.

Pancho and Lefty - Townes Van Zandt

I could write whole essays on Townes Van Zandt. He’s a tradition all to himself. Every one of his songs is a vision.

Across the Great Divide - Nanci Griffith, Other Voices, Other Rooms

It’s hard to write this entry now—I started and stopped and started and stopped again—because I haven’t come to terms with Nanci Griffith’s passing. Artists exist in strange ways. A writer you’ve never met remains as alive to you in their books as they ever were. We put on an album, and the ghosts sing to us. John M. Ford once wrote: the train stops, but the line goes on.

The Queen and the Soldier - Suzanne Vega, Suzanne Vega

In college, I was fortunate to take a class from John Crowley, and in an offhand way as he was trying to make another point in a lecture, he touched on the way certain words gather and hold power—ring, or cup, or sword. I’ve often wished I could go back in time and replay those five minutes of lecture—I knew I was hearing something important, but trying to hold it in my mind felt like trying to hold a river. This song is about that power, I think, and it communicates in those words—the dream we have of the world, and the distance between that dream and the world. There’s something young about the magic of those words. For a kid, the dream that a word like sword suggests can be clear and bright, even (especially?) because of its distance from the world we know. Do we ever look for the truth behind the dream? What happens when we do? Can we bear to leave the old world behind? Even as it strangles us?

Jack’s Crow - John Gorka, Jack’s Crows

This is a drifting dream-song for me, not so much the storm as the darkening on the horizon, that feeling in the air before things change. It’s autumn: not as the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, but as a season of coming darkness, as a season of threat and prophecy. For me this is a song for long stretches of road, for weeds and roadside gravel. It’s magic seeping out of the shadows. Calling us.

I’m from New Jersey - John Gorka, Jack’s Crows

To be honest, I like to end on a note of contrast. You can’t stay in grim prophecy all the time. I’m not from New Jersey originally, but my dad is, and we did some growing up in Ohio, so a line like—”I’m from New Jersey/it’s like Ohio/but even more so/imagine that”—I can’t resist it. But listening to it again now, I’m struck by the opening and closing line, which is more true than I expected to Last Exit, in its totality: “I’m from New Jersey/I don’t expect too much/If the world ended today/I would adjust.” The end of the world is coming. So: what can we do?

This isn’t the only playlist I could have made for this book—entire Mary Gauthier albums should be on here, for example, and Anais Mitchell’s Young Man in America, and there’s no Alabama 3 (which I think we’re now required to call A3 in the States for trademark reasons?) only because I was listening to them a lot at the time and I wasn’t sure how I felt about including a British project even if they have such intense Americana energy on projects like M.O.R. Tenacious D’s The Road belongs on here for pure contrast and humor purposes—I can imagine more than one character in Last Exit saying, “Why can’t I stay in one place for more than two days? Why??”

The music I wrote to, in the end, was silence, and the Mad Max: Fury Road soundtrack, and Makaya McCraven, and, in revision, the truly wild The Comet Is Coming album called Trust in the Lifeforce of the Deep Mystery. But as a mission statement, as a call to adventure, as a map—to the thematic territory, or just to the wall I meant to bash my head against—it did the job. It mapped a few of the cracks in the world. It gave me a cowboy and a car and it gave me loss, and absent friends.

And it left me looking for a tape deck.

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MAX GLADSTONE is a fencer, a fiddler, and the winner of the Hugo and Nebula Awards for This is How You Lose the Time War, co-written with Amal El-Mohtar. A two-time finalist for the John W. Campbell Award, he is fluent in Mandarin and has taught English in China. He is also the author of the Craft Sequence of novels—a Hugo Award finalist, a game developer, and the showrunner for the fiction serial, Bookburners. Max lives and writes in Somerville, Massachusetts.

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