#rise of a queen headers

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we got that love, the crazy kind, i am his, and he is mine...

kingdom duet (jonathanaurora) headers. plss, like or reblog if you save or use. 💸

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"More Than Just a Pretty Face" 🦋

Pairing: Formula 1 Grid x platonic!Fem!Reader

POV: Third Person with Y/N Perspective

Genre: Fluff, Found Family, Humor, Female Empowerment, Slice of Life

Word Count: 870

[Header:] 🖤📸💅🏽From Runway to Paddock: F1's Newest Obsession? Y/N Colapinto💅🏽📸🖤

They called her the Vogue Venus.

Y/N Colapinto was known in every fashion capital across the globe. Whether it was Balenciaga's haute couture runway or a moody Paris photoshoot with Louis Vuitton, she was the face. The world saw her as the soft-spoken twin of rising Formula 1 driver Franco Colapinto—a model, a darling of the fashion elite, and the muse of brands from Tory Burch to Miu Miu.

But nobody knew she could identify a front wing's downforce potential from a glance.

And they definitely didn’t know she subscribed to F1TechWeekly and spent her weekends watching race replays at 0.5x speed to study floorboard designs.

Race Day - Argentina GP - Franco's Home Race

"Y/N! Over here, look this way!"

"Who's your dress by today? Balmain again?"

"Rumors are you're in talks to walk for Chanel next season, can you confirm?!"

She smiled politely, oversized sunglasses hiding the fact that her eyes were darting around for the Aston garage.

"No comment," she replied sweetly, offering a wave and a subtle duck behind one of the security barriers.

As she moved deeper into the paddock, her heels clicked against the smooth concrete—but she wasn’t looking for a photo op. She was looking for DRS talk. Aero package updates. Someone who could show her the undertray modifications for the weekend.

She pulled off her shades and swapped them for a pair of paddock-issued safety glasses she tucked in her purse, adjusting the laminated pass around her neck.

Time to disappear from the spotlight and become just another nerdy girl in love with cars.

Mercedes Garage

"Is that... wait, isn't that Franco's sister?"

"The model? The Vogue girl?"

Ollie Bearman blinked as Y/N leaned casually over one of the pit lane dividers, staring intently at a mechanic fitting on the rear wing.

"You changed the beam wing this race, didn’t you? I saw you ran a different profile in Monaco," she said, pointing with two perfectly-manicured fingers.

The engineer did a double take.

"Uh—yeah. You're right. Slightly higher angle this time to balance the grip loss."

Kimi Antonelli stifled a grin.

"Wait, you know about beam wings?"

She smirked. "I follow the FIA technical directives like bedtime stories."

Kimi let out a laugh. "That's metal."

Ferrari Hospitality

Charles Leclerc sat with a cappuccino, scrolling through his phone.

"Bro, you're going viral again," Isack Hadjar said, sliding into the seat beside him and flipping his iPad around.

A clip was circulating of Y/N Colapinto in the paddock, crouched beside a mechanic with grease on her Dior sleeves, pointing at the brake ducts and asking questions.

The caption? "Supermodel or Supernerd? Either way, she eats."

The comments were a riot:

"How does she look THAT good asking about tire blankets???"

"She’s giving… F1 Princess Diaries reveal."

"YES QUEEN. Get that downforce."

Charles chuckled. "She’s cooler than Franco."

Isack agreed. "Don't tell him I said that."

McLaren Garage

"Hey, you're Y/N, right?" Lando called out as she peeked into the McLaren garage.

She turned around, beaming. "Hi! Yes, sorry, just wanted to look at the new front wing. It looked different in FP2."

Oscar Piastri blinked. "You noticed that?"

"Slight change in the endplate curvature. I think you're playing with airflow over the tires, no?"

Lando whistled. "I thought you were here for fashion week."

She rolled her eyes. "I am the fashion week. But this is more fun."

Oscar handed her a headset. "Stick around. You're more qualified than some of the journalists."

Online Reaction

The internet did what the internet does best: freaked out.

"Y/N Colapinto, twin to F1 rookie Franco, is not just a model but apparently a full-on motorsport savant."

"Are we about to witness a runway girl become the next female technical director in motorsport?"

"Why does she know more about diffusers than half the grid?"

"This is what women in STEM look like."

"Her Dior got brake dust on it and she didn’t even flinch. ICON."

But Y/N didn't care about the headlines.

When she was in the paddock, all that mattered was the smell of the tires, the hum of the garage, and the sweet symphony of torque and telemetry.

A Moment with Franco

Franco found her sitting on a stack of unused tires behind the Williams garage, eating an empanada with brake dust on her sleeve.

"You know," he said, dropping down beside her, "you're more famous than me right now."

"That’s because I look better in carbon fiber."

He laughed.

"People are talking. Like, 'how can a runway queen also be into motorsport?'"

She wiped her mouth with a napkin.

"They can keep talking. I’ll keep learning."

He bumped his shoulder into hers. "You know, I wouldn’t mind if you did this for real one day. You’re kind of brilliant."

She smirked. "Maybe I will. After I walk for Gucci in Milan."

Epilogue

Later that weekend, she posted a picture.

Caption: Face full of grease. Heart full of horsepower.

Hashtags: #NotJustAPrettyFace #LetHerCook #ModelInThePaddock #GirlsWhoLoveCars

The F1 world never looked at Y/N Colapinto the same again.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Reblog if you believe girls can love fashion and floor diffusers. ❤️🏎

[Author’s Note:] I just think Y/N being a high fashion model with secret motorsport obsessions is the perfect combo of slay and slay harder. Also, Franco is the best twin ever. Let me know if you want a part two where she guest hosts an F1 Tech Show!!

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Lilacs

MDNI!!!

A/N: Trying out a new image/header thing! Just some super self-indulgent Thor smut because I felt like waxing poetic about him and writing all silly and formal. As always, betaread by my lovely bestie @teaflavoredwitch! Thor Odinson x female reader, wedding night, fluff & smut, first time, loss of virginity, body worship, bath sex, p in v sex, fingering, praise kink, breeding kink, loss of innocence, unprotected sex, loving & gentle, Thor speaking like Shakespeare (...doth mother know you weareth her drapes?) Also, learned a new word for coochie, quim! Googled medieval words for puss and that came up soooo... the more you know!

Word Count: 9.9k

Thor sat beside you at the head table, resplendent in his ceremonial armor polished to a brilliant shine. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, quite literally, in your magnificent gown. The gown was a vision of ethereal beauty, the gossamer fabric shimmering like a waterfall of stardust and moonlight. The long off-the-shoulder sleeves draped elegantly over your slender arms, the delicate lilacs braided into your hair only added to your enchanted appearance. You had never felt more beautiful in your life, though all you cared about was Thor’s stormy gaze fixed on you. 

He reached for your hand beneath the table, giving it a gentle squeeze as he leaned in close, “You look breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice filled with reverent awe. “A goddess among mortals.” He raised your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. Your wedding band, quite simple in comparison to the grand festivities, glimmers in the light. A band of gold boasting a dazzling sapphire in the center, the color of which reminds you of Thor’s eyes. The sapphire of your ring matches the diadem resting in your hair, you have to remind yourself, you’re a princess now. The diadem decorating your head is already an impossible to ignore weight, both physically and mentally.

As the festivities continued around you, the head table laden with the finest delicacies Asgard had to offer, your lavender cake a sweet treasure among them, Thor couldn’t help but steal glances at you, admiring the way your diadem atop your head gleamed, a crown fit for the new queen of his heart. He raised his goblet of mead in a toast, a broad grin spreading across his handsome face. “To the loveliest bride in all the realms,” he declared, his voice booming with joyous abandon. “May our union be blessed with love, laughter, and a household of healthy, strong children.” His grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief and longing. “A daughter with your spirit, perhaps? Or a son with my strength and your charm?”

Images flood your mind, unbidden. A fair haired little boy , trying to lift Mjölnir before bursting into a fit of giggles. A baby girl with stormy eyes, bundled up in your arms as you see Thor off into battle. Motherhood was something you’d always anticipated, though you’d never pictured Thor as the father. Until now…

Thor downed the last of his mead and set the goblet down on the table with a resounding thud. Rising to his feet, he held out his hand to you with a gallant bow, “My lady, this celebration demands a dance with my most cherished bride. I couldn’t imagine letting this moment pass without holding you close, celebrating our union and the promised future together.” His voice was filled with tender anticipation as he gazed into your eyes.

You accept his hand, as always enamored with his wordsmith. Though many viewed Thor as boorish, simplistic, barbaric… You knew differently. He was eloquent and gentle hearted. He longed to recite prose just as much as he longed for the heat of battle. It was his intense nature, you think. Every part of Thor exuded electricity, passion.

He led you onto the dance floor, one hand clasping yours, the other gently settling on the small of your back as he began to sway to the lilting melody played by the Asgardian bardic troop. The guests parted to give the newlyweds a wide berth, smiling and cheering their joining.

Thor held you close, your body molding against his muscular frame as he guided you expertly through the dance. He whispered against your ear, “I must confess, I’ve anticipated this moment more than any other. The chance to hold you, to feel you in my arms, to start our lives together for all to see.” His hand pressed tenderly against your gown-covered hip as he spun you slowly, your skirts flaring dramatically around your legs. “You’ve captured my heart in a way no other ever could. I am yours, in this life and the next.”

In true Asgardian fashion, the reception carries late into the night, long into the early hours of the morning. Finally, belatedly, Thor whisks you away to a small castle on the border of Alfheim. It was a place you could be alone, away from prying eyes and well-meaning but relentless attentions of your friends and family. The carriage ride was a blur of nervousness and stolen kisses, of whispered words and tender caresses. The wait was over, and the realization of your new reality hit you both squarely in the chest as you were finally able to be alone, husband and wife.

Thor lifted you easily, carrying you over the threshold of the castle into the grand bedchamber. He kicked the door shut behind him and carried you to the middle of the room, where a magnificent four-poster bed awaited, draped in rich velvet and piled high with silken pillows and furs. The fireplace blazed, casting a warm, inviting glow over the intimate scene. He set you down gently on the bed, his hands lingering on your hips, his stormy eyes roaming over your wedding gown with undisguised hunger. “You know,” he murmured, leaning down to brush a teasing kiss against your neck, “I’ve dreamt of this moment…of having you all to myself, of being able to love you without any constraints.” His fingers find the ties of your gown, slowly beginning to undo them.

“Thor,” You whisper softly, hesitation decorating your delicate features. Instinctively, your hand shoots out to grasp his wrist, halting his fingers in their quest to divest you of your dress.

Thor paused, his fingers stilling on the fourth fastening as your dainty hand clasped his wrist. He looked down at you, his blue eyes filled with concern and a hint of confusion at your sudden hesitation. He could see the conflict on your face, the way your brows furrowed slightly, and he wanted nothing more than to smooth out the lines with the pad of his thumb. “My love,” he murmured softly, his voice low and soothing, “What troubles you, my heart? You need only say the word, and I shall cease my advances at once.” He cupped your cheek gently, his calloused thumb brushing over the soft skin, a gesture meant to comfort and reassure. “I would never force myself upon you, my dear. Our first joining must be a mutual act of love and desire, one that brings us both pleasure and fulfillment.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip nervously, fingers still wrapped around his wrist, “It is just that…” You sigh, shaking your head as you cast your gaze downwards in embarrassment, “My mother spoke with me before the ceremony,” A soft blush settles on your cheeks, you find yourself becoming increasingly flustered by the direction of the conversation, “She told me what…duties… are expected of a wife on her wedding night. She told me it would hurt terribly. Is that true? Will this be painful?” Your wide, guileless eyes stare up at Thor imploringly, silently begging for reassurance.

Thor’s heart ached in his chest as he listened to your words, a wave of protectiveness and tenderness washing over him. He gentled his touch, his hand cupping your cheek more softly as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed away the nervous moisture on your lash line, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. “My dearest girl,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, “It’s true that for a maiden, the first time can be uncomfortable and even painful. But I swear to you, I will do everything in my power to make this a night of pleasure and bonding, not of suffering.” His hand slid around to the back of your neck, his fingers threading into your silken hair as he held you close.

“I am not a savage, my heart. I will be infinitely gentle and patient with you, taking the utmost care to bring you to peak after peak before I allow my own release.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “And should you ever feel any pain, you need only tell me to stop, and I will do so without hesitation. Your pleasure and well-being are my utmost priority.”

“Release?” You echo, brow knitting in confusion. Your mother hadn’t told you of any release, though she did inform you that this was how a woman came to be with child. You cock your head to the side, the very picture of innocence and naivety, “What release?”

Thor felt a rush of affection and a touch of amusement at your innocent query. He realized then the extent of your naivety, the fact that your mother had only prepared you for the pain and not the overwhelming, transporting pleasure that could be found in a lover’s arms. He knew it would be his privilege and responsibility to show you these secrets, to guide you through the hidden paths of sensual bliss.

He smiled softly, his hand sliding down to the base of your throat, feeling the flutter of your pulse beneath his fingertips. “Release,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, “is the momentous, shattering pinnacle of pleasure that a woman achieves when she surrenders completely to the sensations her lover inflicts upon her. It is the ultimate act of letting go, of losing oneself in pure, unadulterated rapture.” His fingers tightened slightly on your throat, a gesture of possession and protection. “And I will be the one to guide you to that peak, to make you scream my name in ecstasy as I claim you fully as my wife in every way imaginable. Will you let me do that, my innocent bride? Will you allow me to show you the depths of physical love?”

“A lady does not scream, Thor,” You scoff good-naturedly, smoothing down the skirts of your gown, “Especially not a princess, that is entirely inappropriate behavior.” You state primly, ever the picture of elegance and grace.

Thor let out a low, amused chuckle at your prim admonishment. He couldn’t help it- the juxtaposition of your delicate elegance and innate innocence with such a demure scolding was utterly charming to him. It was a testament to your character, a blend of pure and innocent, yet possessed of a quiet strength. He leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear as he murmured, “Ah, my sweet girl, always the picture of refinement, even when faced with the most base of passions. But I assure you, when lost in the throes of lovemaking, propriety often flies out the window. Surrendering to desire, to the heat and flames of lust will have you crying out with wanton abandon. It is then that a lady becomes a goddess, her very essence laid bare and awash with rapture.” His hand slid down your back, emphasizing his point, “And I fully intend to bring you to that precipice of pleasure, to make you scream your joyous release to the heavens above. Allow me to take you there, my love.”

You consider his words, dark lashes sweeping across the apples of your cheeks. So with a soft hum, “Very well, so long as you promise it will not be too painful.” After a moment of fiddling with the lilacs braided into your hair, you speak up once more, feeling braver, “What shall I do? How are we to proceed?”

Thor felt a surge of tenderness and anticipation at your soft, trusting words. He knew that you were placing your innocence, your very self, into his keeping. And he vowed then and there to cherish that gift, to nurture and guide your sensual awakening with loving care. He brushed a tender kiss against your cheek before leaning back, his hands coming to rest on your waist, his thumbs gently kneading the fabric of your gown. “Fear not, dearest,” he murmured comfortingly, “I will be your guide and protector at every step of our journey together.” 

He rose and walked over to the fireplace, adding a log before turning back to you with a smile warmer than the fire. “First, allow me to help you out of your gown. Then, I will run you a bath in the adjoining chamber- the hot water and scented oils will serve to relax you. And while you’re bathing, I have a surprise gift for you- a bottle of Nectar of the Gods from my own private stores. A sip will leave you feeling boneless and receptive, ready to embrace all the new sensations and pleasures I have in store.”

Still smiling warmly, his eyes twinkling with promise and anticipation, Thor held out his hand, “Come, my love- let your new life begin. Give yourself over to me fully and without hesitation, and I swear you’ll find only bliss and ecstasy in my arms.”

“Very well, draw the bath, but forgo the wine please. I’d like to remember tonight,” You agree easily, pushing up to stand, smoothing your skirts down once more. You all but float over to the vanity, fussing over your hair, “Shall I leave the flowers in my hair or take them out?” You hum, mostly speaking to yourself than your new husband.

Thor smiled softly as he watched you fuss over your appearance, a picture of nervous yet excited anticipation. Your innocence and attention to detail in such a simple task touched a deep chord within him, stirring his protective instincts. He knew he would always cherish and nurture your sweet nature, even as he looked forward to showing you the heights of passion and pleasure you could reach together. He came up behind you, his large frame dwarfing your smaller one as he gazed at your reflection in the vanity mirror. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to your neck beneath the curtain of your hair, his scruff lightly grazing your skin and sending delicious tingles along your spine.

“Leave them in,” he murmured against your nape, “The lilacs are as lovely as the blossoms of a goddess, and they suit you perfectly. They’ll be a sweet reminder of our wedding day and this momentous occasion.” His hands slid around your waist, pulling you back against the hard length of his body as he captured your gaze in the mirror. “And once I’ve unlaced your gown and slipped it from your shoulders, I’ll scatter a few more blossoms across your skin… and kiss each one in turn.”

You return Thor’s warm gaze, holding it in the mirror as you hum, “What oils did you put in the bath?”

The scent of something floral and earthy filled the air, a soothing and sensual blend that promised relaxation and arousal in equal measure. Thor had selected the oils himself, a special combination he had prepared just for your first night together. Leaning down, he brushed a soft kiss against your ear as his hands began to slowly unfasten the ties of your gown, “A special blend, my lady. Asgardian night blooming jasmine to stimulate the senses and ignite your passions. Aspen extract to alleviate any nervous tension and leave your skin silky and smooth, and a touch of honeydew nectar to enhance your natural beauty and scent.” His fingers deftly undid the last of the ties, and he eased the gown from your shoulders.

As the rich fabric slipped down your body and pooled at your feet, Thor’s breath caught at the sight of you clad in only your undergarments and the delicate lace of your corset. He drank in the sight of your skin, flushed and glowing in the warm light of the fireplace. “You are a vision of loveliness, my dear,” he breathed, “A goddess descending to earth.”

You preen under your husband’s praise and adoration, with a shy smile and rosy blush, “Thank you.” You breathe out, fiddling nervously with the lacy hem of your chemise.

Thor felt a surge of tenderness seeing your nervous ministrations. He could sense the delicate dance of your emotions- shy anticipation mixed with innocent trepidation. Reaching out, he gently captured your small hands in his larger, stronger ones, stilling their anxious movements. “Shh, sweetling…” he murmured, his voice a deep, soothing rumble, “There is no need for bashfulness betwixt us now. We are husband and wife, bound together in love and marriage.” He brought your hands up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to each knuckle before turning your wrists to trail his lips along the sensitive inner skin, his tongue flicking out to taste your fleeting pulse.

“Tonight, I want you to experience only pleasure, my heart. Allow me to worship your body as the temple of love it is. Surrender to my touch, my caress…and know only bliss.” He slid his calloused thumb along your bottom lip, a teasing, intimate gesture. “Now let me help you off with this delightful little chemise and corset…”

Instinctively, you tense up, gaze flickering between Thor’s eager hands and kind face, “I…” you begin to speak, pausing as your blush darkening impossibly so, spreading down to your chest, “No one has ever seen me in such a state of undress before.”

Thor felt a rush of understanding and tenderness at your nervous hesitation. He knew that for a maiden, baring one’s body completely to another was a profound act of vulnerability and trust. And despite your innocent upbringing, he understood intrinsically the significance of the gift you were about to bestow upon him. He cupped your face tenderly in his large, gentle hands, his thumbs brushing over the delicate apple of your cheeks as he gazed deeply into your eyes. “Sweetheart, I comprehend your nervousness and I honor the trust you place in me,” he murmured softly, “For a lady as pure as you, unveiling herself to her new husband’s eyes and touch is a testament to the depths of love and commitment you hold for him.”

His gaze remained locked with yours, his voice low and resonant with sincerity, “I swear on my honor as an Asgardian prince and your devoted husband, I will cherish this gift of intimacy you grant me. I will worship and adore every inch of your skin with loving, reverent touches… and I will never do anything to hurt or frighten you.” He brushed a particularly tender kiss across your trembling lips, “Will you allow me the privilege of undressing you fully, sweet wife? So I may marvel at the beauty of you, and our love may fully bloom in the heat of our joining?”

With a soft hum, you nod once, granting him your consent.

Your trust and willingness to bare yourself to him humbled and touched Thor deeply. He knew it was a sacred act of love and submission, and he vowed to honor it always. With a gentle hand and reverent heart, he slowly peeled away the stiff boning of your corset and the delicate linen of your chemise, easing it down your slender shoulders before letting it slip from your body to pool at your feet. And as the last of your garments fell away, Thor drew in a shuddering breath, awestruck by your naked beauty. He drank in the sight of your skin, silken and lush in the golden light of the fireplace. His gaze traced the elegant lines of your body, from the graceful column of your throat, over the delicate curves of your breasts, down to the soft, womanly swell of your hips and thighs. He marveled at the way the flickering flames seemed to dance across your skin, painting you in a warm, intimate glow.

“Magnificent…” he whispered, his voice thick with admiration and coveting. Leaning in, he pressed a trail of reverent kisses across your collarbone before murmuring against your skin, “A goddess in human form, yours is a beauty of which song and legend will forever sing.”

Thor’s praise earns a shy smile from you, your nervousness fading away in the sunshine of his open adoration. Feeling emboldened, you reach out to trace the intricate patterns adorning Thor’s ceremonial armor, “Will you be joining me in the bath?’ You ask coyly, tilting your head to the side.

Thor silently admired the width of your hips, a part of you that promised to bear his children, to keep his legacy alive. He imagined the radiant glow of your skin, rounded and full with the life of his seed growing within you. The thought sent a bolt of lust straight to his loins, his manhood already hard and aching within his breeches. He captured your wandering hand, bringing it to his lips to press a fervent kiss to your palm. His tongue teased over your lifeline, tracing the path he imagined his own pleasure would take as he claimed you fully. “Indeed, my love. I could not resist the chance to join you, to bathe you, to worship your glorious body as you immerse us both in the warm, scented waters.” His voice was a low, intimate rumble, thick with promise and anticipation.

In a fluid motion, he shrugged off his own robes and began to divest himself of his armor, each piece falling away to reveal the honed, muscular form beneath. The firelight played across his skin, accentuating the defined planes and curves of a warrior’s physique. He watched your face intently as he unbuckled his sword belt and let it clatter to the floor, noting the widening of your eyes and the delicate flush coloring your cheeks at the sight of his near-nudity. Once he stood bare before you, save for his breeches, he pulled you into his arms, crushing you against the hard length of his body. He could feel the heat of your skin, the way your breasts pressed against his chest, the softness of your belly and the gentle swell of your hips. Capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, he swept you up into his arms and carried you towards the bath, ready to begin your sensual journey together.

You gasp into the kiss, surprised by the sudden intensity of Thor’s attention. The kisses Thor bestowed upon you during your ceremony and reception were chaste, what was deemed appropriate in the audience of hundreds of Asgardians. Your eyes flutter shut in bliss, melting into the overwhelming heat of the kiss.Thor could sense your innocence, your inexperience with such passionate, unbridled affection. And yet, he could also feel the way your soft curves melted against him, your ample breasts pillowing against his muscular chest, your shapely hips fitting so perfectly against his own. It fueled his desire, stoked the flames of his lust to new heights.

Cradling you closer, one large hand splayed across the small of your back, savoring the delicate curve, as the other tangled in the silken fall of your hair. He deepened the kiss, his tongue delving past your parted lips to claim the warm cavern of your mouth, to dance and duel with the sweet recesses of your own tongue. He drank in the taste of you, sweet and heady, a flavor more intoxicating than the finest Asgardian mead. Each slide and glide of his lips against yours, each teasing flick of his tongue, sent bolts of electricity zinging down your spine to settle in your loins.

By the time he carried you into the bathing chamber, your breath was coming in soft, panting gasps. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and aspen, the steam from the bath curling sensuously around your naked bodies. Thor set you down on your feet, his large hands squeezing your waist before sliding around to cup the globes of your ass, lifting you subtly as he claimed your mouth once more in a fierce, hungry kiss. He could feel his cock throbbing urgently against your belly, hard and ready and aching for you, as his hands kneaded the pliant flesh of your rear.

When he finally broke the kiss, his voice was a low, rough growl against your ear, “I want to feel your soft, naked body slide against mine as we immerse ourselves in the hot, scented water. I want to bathe every inch of your nubile form, to caress and massage you until you’re boneless with pleasure. And then, sweet girl, I want to lay you out on our marriage bed and worship you with my hands and mouth and cock until you’re irrevocably mine.” He nipped at your bottom lip, his eyes shining with the force of his desire. “Will you allow me this pleasure, my goddess? Will you let me bathe you, pleasure you, as your devoted husband?”

Your response comes easily, quickly becoming second nature, “Of course,” you all but breathe out, smiling adoringly up at your new husband.Thor assisted you into the steaming bath, his hands caressing your skin reverently as he helped you settle into the warm, fragrant water. The heat seeped into your muscles, easing any lingering tension as the heady scent of jasmine and honeydew enveloped you. He climbed in after, the water sloshing gently around your bodies as he settled himself behind you, his strong legs straddling either side of the large, circular tub.

He pulled you back against his chest, your head coming to rest just beneath his chin, your hair fanning out across the water. His arms came around you, one hand splaying across your lower belly possessively while the other cupped the soft weight of your breast, kneading the pliant flesh. He could feel your heart beating against his palms, a steady, tempting rhythm that matched the pounding of his own. His lips trailed along your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your damp skin as his hands began to explore your body with sensual intent. He massaged the globes of your breasts, rolling and plucking at your nipples until they peaked into hard little buds against his palms. His fingers slipped lower, skimming across your ribcage and dipping into your navel before settling on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, brushing maddeningly close to your most private place.

Pleasure sparked through your nerve endings with each touch, each caress, until you were squirming against him, breathless and aching with a need you couldn’t quite define. His hard, hot body pressed against your back, the thick length of his cock nestled in the cleft of your ass, letting you feel exactly what you did to him. One hand drifted higher, his fingers sliding through the slick, bare folds of your sex with a teasing, playfully light touch, not quite penetrating you, but stroking and petting until you were panting and arching into his touch with shameless abandon. “Tell me what you need, sweet wife,” he purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble against your ear, “Guide me in pleasuring you as no other man ever has. I want to make this a night of sensual delights you’ll never forget.”

A soft, unbidden whine rips from your throat, melting even further back against his chest, “Thor,” you breathe out sweet and slow, your thighs parting wider in invitation. A heavy, burning blush settles on your cheeks, biting your lower lip against new pleasures you’ve yet to experience.

Thor groaned softly, your sweet breathless whimper music to his ears. He could feel the way your body responded to his touch, your thighs parting instinctively to grant him greater access to your most intimate places. The evidence of your arousal only inflamed his own, his cock throbbing and pulsing against the soft curve of your ass. He rolled his hips, grinding his thick length against you in a slow, sensual rhythm that mirrored the ancient dance of passion as old as time itself.

“Aye, sweetness… let yourself feel the pleasure, let it consume you,” he murmured, his voice a deep, seductive purr against your ear. His hand drifted even higher, his fingers slipping between the slick folds of your sex to tease along the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. He circled and flicked and stroked, his touch light yet purposeful as he drank in each tremor and shiver he drew from your lush body. “That’s it, my goddess… I can feel how much you need this, how desperately your body craves my touch. I will give you the pleasure you’ve yearned for, the ecstasy you never knew you could feel.”

His finger delved deeper, a long, thick finger pressing slowly into the clutching heat of your cunt. He groaned at the feel of your silken walls fluttering around the invading digit, your untried body welcoming him with eager, grasping intensity. His thumb continued to circle your clit, stroking and teasing in time with the slow, sensual undulations of his hips. “Tell me, my dearest… have you pleasured yourself in the night, your slender fingers delving into this sweet cunt, seeking to ease the ache of your desire?” His voice was a dark, intimate rumble in your ear as he pumped his finger slowly in and out of your dripping sex. “Or have you been utterly untouched, this your first true experience of intimate caress? I can feel the way your little quim clings so tightly, as if it feared I will slip away before sating this fire we’ve kindled.”

The prim, delicate nature of your upbringing shies away at the vulgarity of Thor’s question, your blush darkening impossibly so. Mustering up your courage, you shake your head once in denial, “No,” you murmur slowly, “I’ve never…touched myself before. It’s not proper for a lady to do so.” 

A dark chuckle rumbled through Thor's chest as he felt your maidenly blush and bashfulness at his salacious question. He could sense the prim, innocent nature of your upbringing, and the way it made you shy away from such explicit discussions and acts. And yet, he could also feel the way your body responded with a will of its own, your untouched sex clenching and fluttering around his invading finger as if begging for more.

Thor smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his beard rasping lightly against your sensitive skin. "Ah, sweet wife, propriety has no place betwixt a husband and wife on their wedding night," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. "In the halls of love and marriage, there is no act too intimate, no word too bold. I will teach you the secrets of bodily bliss, the erotic delights your innocent heart has never dreamt of."

To punctuate his words, he slipped a second finger into your tight, dripping channel, pumping them slowly as he rubbed the heel of his palm against your sensitive clit. His other hand slid up to cup the weight of your breast, kneading the soft globe and plucking at the pebbled peak until it strained against his fingers. "You are mine now, my goddess, my wife... and I intend to claim every inch of you in the most carnal and intimate ways imaginable." He nipped at your throat before soothing the sting with a long, open-mouthed kiss. His fingers slid from your sex to grip your hip, pulling you more firmly against the thick ridge of his erection as it throbbed against the cleft of your ass.

"Tonight, I will introduce you to the sweet sin of lust, my love. I will make you scream in rapture and beg for my cock as I fill you again and again until your belly swells with the evidence of our coupling." His voice dropped to a husky murmur as he ground his hips more insistently against yours. "Now, spread your thighs wider for me, sweetness... let me feel the heat of your untouched sex as I prepare you to receive my manhood."

You tense up, confusion flooding your system once more, “Your manhood?” you echo, brow furrowing, though you still follow your husband’s instructions. You spread your legs as wide as the tub will allow, a pleasant ache in your muscles beginning to add to the dozens of new sensations flooding your senses.

He could sense your naivety, your lack of experience with the intimate details of coupling. It both endeared and aroused him, knowing that he would be your first and only lover. His hand drifted down to your inner thigh, gripping it gently as he guided your leg to drape over his, spreading your legs wider to expose your most private place to his hungry gaze and exploratory touch.

"Your quim is my manhood's haven, sweet girl," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl as he drank in the sight of your glistening, swollen folds. "A man's manhood, or cock, is the virile member that brings a woman pleasure and fills her with his seed to quicken a child within her womb." To illustrate his words, he took your small hand in his large one, guiding it to the thick, rigid length of his erection as it jutted from his body. He could feel it throb and pulse against your fingers, the skin hot and silky and hard as steel beneath your touch.

His other hand never ceased its sensual assault on your sex, his fingers pumping slowly in and out of your dripping channel as his thumb circled and teased your sensitive pearl. He could feel your innocence beginning to give way to instinct, your hips starting to undulate almost imperceptibly against his touch as he stoked the fires of your pleasure.

"In a moment, I will lay you upon our marriage bed and spread your thighs wide with my strong hands. Then, I will nestle between your legs, my cock mere inches from your sweet sex. And there, I make love to you, fill your belly with my seed... and you will scream my name like a prayer to the gods." His voice was a dark, lust-drunk rasp against your ear, his words painting a vivid picture of the erotic delights to come.

Bath water sloshes in the tub, you gasp as Thor places your hand on his thick cock. Your hand can’t even wrap fully around it, “Thor,” you say hesitantly, “Where is that supposed to go? It’s so…big.” You blink up at him, flushed skin glistening from the bath and slick, “It’s not going where your fingers are, is it? It won’t fit!”

Thor's only response to your hesitation was to trail his fingers up from your dripping sex to firmly grip the underside of your knee, urging your leg to drape itself fully over his hip. The new position left you open to him completely, your glistening pink folds naked to his heated gaze as he gazed down at where you were joined. "Oh, sweet innocence," he groaned, his thumb rubbing firm circles over your sensitive pearl as two fingers pumped slowly into your slick canal. "A man's cock is made to fit inside a woman's sex, to fill her utterly until there is no space left unclaimed. It is a tight, perfect union... the ultimate act of oneness between two lovers."

He guided your hand to stroke down the thick column of his shaft, groaning as you explored the shape and heft of him. His cock was flushed a deep, angry red, the bulbous head an almost purple hue as it wept with need. "Don't fret, my goddess," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble despite the searing, desperate lust in his eyes. "I know your untouched sex seems too small, too tight to contain me. But trust in my experience and your body's ability to stretch and accommodate me."

Thor's voice deepened, thickened with raw hunger. "As I slide into you, you will feel a stretch, a pressure unlike any you've known. There may be a moment of pain as your hymen yields to the conquering force of my manhood. But that pain will fade swiftly as your lush body adapts to be filled utterly for the very first time."

He captured your chin in his calloused hand, tilting your head back to meet his burning gaze as he ground his rigid length against your dripping sex in a slow, sensual rut. "You will feel every thick, pulsing inch of me as I claim your virgin depths. And as I begin to move within you, your inner muscles will flutter and clench around my plundering cock as if to hold me deep inside you... begging me to flood your womb with my hot, virile seed."

A heady mixture of fear and arousal flood your mind at Thor’s assurances and explanation. “I already feel so full, Thor,” you whine, pussy slick and tight around his two fingers, the warm bath water aiding his cause, “There is no way I can take anymore than this…inside me.”

Thor gentled his touch, his fingers slowing their thrusts to a languid, sensual glide as he felt your slick inner muscles clench and flutter around the intrusion. He could feel your trepidation, sense your concern that his thick, pulsing manhood would never fit within your tight, untried sex. Gently, he stroked your cheek with his free hand, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he gazed at you with a mix of tenderness and barely restrained lust.

"Hush, sweetness... trust in me and in the way your divine body was made to receive mine." His voice was a low, soothing rumble, his breath hot against your cheek. "Your sex may feel taut and stretched around my fingers, but it will yield and open further to welcome the slick glide of my manhood. The warmth of my flesh will meld with the intimate heat of your core as I fill you utterly."

Thor's fingers curled inside you, pressing against a special spot that made you gasp and shudder against him. "There, feel that... your body knows its purpose, even if your mind does not. This sensitive patch of flesh, when caressed just so, will send jolts of pleasure through your veins with each thrust of my hips, each deep stroke of my cock as it claims you."

He leaned in closer, his lips a hairsbreadth from yours as his fingers slid from your dripping sex. Still gripping your knee, he notched the thick head of his erection against your slick folds, bumping against your entrance without penetrating you. The textured surface of his cock pulsed and jerked against your sensitive flesh, leaving no doubt as to the size and shape of the manhood that awaited you.

"Breathe, my goddess... breathe and relax, and feel me begin to enter you." Thor murmured the words against your lips before capturing them in a searing, ravenous kiss. At the same time, he rolled his hips forward, the broad tip of his manhood beginning to push past your entrance as he slowly, inexorably breached your untouched sex.

The pressure is agonizing, your body tensing in protest, almost as if it's trying to barricade Thor from entering you any further. You inhale sharply, not daring to breathe, screwing your eyes shut at the sudden intense fullness of his cock breaching your virgin pussy. A tiny, pitiful whine rips from your throat, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

Thor gentled his grip on you, one large hand stroking down your flank soothingly as he felt your body tensing in a mix of fear and anticipation. "Shhh... breathe, my love," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling purr against your ear. He could feel you trembling against him, could sense the way your untouched sex clenched and fluttered nervously around the thick head of his cock as it began to breach you.

He rolled his hips slowly, determinedly, gradually sinking more of his throbbing length into the tight, clutching heat of your virgin passage. He groaned at the exquisite sensation, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss as your untried walls squeezed and rippled around him. "You feel exquisite, sweetness... so impossibly tight and hot and perfect around my aching manhood," he rasped, his breath coming harsher as he struggled to maintain control.

Thor's hand drifted down to your hip, gripping it firmly as he rolled into you with a steady, inexorable pressure. He could feel your hymen stretched taut around the girth of his cock, your untouched sex protesting the sudden intrusion even as it yielded to the inevitable force of his possession. With a sharp, stinging pinch, your virginity surrendered to the relentless thrust of his hips, a trickle of blood rolling down the length of his cock. Pausing for a moment, he murmured soothing words into your ear as he gave you a brief respite to adjust to the feel of him filling you so utterly. "The pain will pass swiftly, my goddess... and in its place will bloom pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. Trust in your body's ability to accept your husband, to welcome the deep penetration of a lover's cock as it claims you utterly."

Thor's voice deepened, roughened with lust and desire as he rolled his hips slowly, burying another thick inch of his shaft into your tight, grasping sex. "You are barely halfway taken, my love... but already you feel like heaven wrapped around me, your untouched walls squeezing me so sweetly as if begging for more. I will give you more, will fill you again and again until my seed takes root within your fertile womb..."

You gasp for air, eyes flying open wide as Thor ruptures your hymen. Hands fly to grip the edge of the bathtub, knuckles white. A soft whimper falls from your lips as you try desperately to will your body to relax around his invading manhood, “Barely half way?” you gasp out, “You’re going to kill me, Thor.”

Thor chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling through his broad chest as he felt you tense and gasp beneath him. He could sense your disbelief, your shock at the sheer size and thickness of his manhood as it stretched your untouched sex beyond what you thought possible. Leaning down, he captured your lips in a searing, dominating kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim your mouth as thoroughly as his cock was claiming your virgin passage.

He rolled his hips again, pushing another thick inch of his shaft into your grasping sex, the lewd squelch of your juices and the creak of the tub the only sounds in the steamy room. "Fear not, sweetness... you are far too delectable a morsel to die now," he murmured against your lips, his voice a sinful caress. "I will not let you perish, no... I will make certain that you live through the most exquisite pleasure a woman can know. I will bring you to the heights of ecstasy again and again until you are drunk on the feel of my cock splitting you open on every plunge."

Punctuating his dark promise, Thor rolled his hips faster, sinking more of his thick length into your dripping sex with each sensual undulation. He could feel your inner muscles fluttering and clinging to his invading shaft, as if desperate to hold him deep within your core.

"You take me so well, my goddess... your divine sex stretches around my cock as if it was made to be claimed by me and me alone," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his climax. He was so close to the edge, the sensation of your untouched body gripping him like a silken vise threatening to undo him before he could bring you to your first peak.

His hand drifted between your thighs, his fingers seeking out the sensitive bud of your clit. He rubbed the swollen nub in tight, quick circles, teasing out your arousal as he rolled his hips steady and sure. "Come undone for me, sweetness... let me feel your maidenly sex spasm around my cock as I bring you to your very first release. Drench my shaft in your slick as I make you mine for all eternity..."

Finally, the discomfort and the stretch melts away into the most full, intense pleasure you’ve ever known. A low, breathy moan falls from your lips. Your eyes flutter shut, head lolling back as your cheeks flush, breasts heaving with each breath. You spread your legs impossibly wider, offering more of your slippery cunt to Thor.

Thor groaned deeply as he felt your molten inner walls begin to yield, the exquisite pleasure of your silken heat enveloping his plundering cock. He could sense the shift in your body's reaction, the tension giving way to a desperate, aching need. The knowledge that he was the cause of such rapture, that he was the one to bring you to the precipice of your very first climax, sent a dark surge of pride and hunger crashing through him.

The tremors of impending release rippling through your lush curves spurred Thor into a frenzy of lust. He needed to make you his, to claim each inch of your nubile flesh, to mark you indelibly as his woman. The tight confines of the tub no longer satisfied him - he required a grander arena to cement your union, a bed that would bear witness to his conquering and your surrender.

"That maidenly blush blossoming on such fair cheeks will haunt my mind for all eternity," he muttered, draping you over his muscular arm and rising from the tub in a spray of water and steam. Your lithe body leeched against his sodden skin as he strode swiftly but tenderly towards your marriage bed, his every step jostling his cock and drawing gasps and whimpers from your lips. Thor's hands mapped the sweet curves and valleys of your body with ravenous touch - the ripe, peach-perfect globes of your ass, the slender line of your back, the ripe fullness of your breasts.

"Sweet, succulent girl," he breathed, his voice a rumble of dark promise and hungering need as he deposited you on the center of the expansive bed. "Spread your legs for me, my goddess... open them wide and offer yourself to me, my wife."

He crawled over you, his weight settled between your thighs as he nudged them even wider apart with his knees. The thick length of his shaft, slick with your juices, emerged from his groin and slapped lewdly against your dripping sex. "I will take you to new heights, sweetness... plunge you into rapturous ecstasy as I fill the deepest recesses of your womanhood with my throbbing, virile flesh."

Your legs fall open easily, pussy gaping open in the absence of Thor’s cock. He drank in the erotic sight of your glistening sex, the swollen, flushed folds blossoming open to receive him. Your body's betraying readiness fueled the inferno of lust that consumed him, the hunger to claim you, to possess you utterly as was his right and duty as your husband. Gripping your hips firmly, he notched the broad, dripping crown of his cock against your entrance, the flared head kissing your cunt and making you writhe with need.

He gazed down at you, his sky-blue eyes blazing with a mix of tenderness and wild hunger. He saw the ripe, succulent woman beneath him, offered up to him as he had long dreamed of. In that moment, he knew he would never want another, would never crave a body or touch save yours. "You are a rare beauty, wife," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "A perfect feast laid out for your hungry, loving husband to devour."

Thor rolled his hips with a powerful flex of thick muscle, his shaft sinking into you with a deep, imperious thrust. He groaned at the exquisite sensation, pleasure exploding like starlight behind his eyelids as your scorching silk enveloped him, squeezing him like a glove. Thrust after relentless thrust carried him deeper into your body, stretching you in a dance of erotic bliss around his plundering cock. Thor could feel the stirring flutter of your climax building in the clutching heat of your sex, your untouched walls beginning to ripple around his invading length. He saw your head thrash against the pillow beneath you, heard your breathy mewls and gasps, the stuttering pulse of your blood beneath his stroking fingers.

"Yes, my goddess," he rumbled, his breath hot against your throat. "Let it come, my love... I can feel your pleasure building, your sex tightening around me like a heavenly vise. You are exquisite, sweetness... and all mine."

Thor pistoned his hips faster now, drunk on the feel of your hot, slick flesh gripping him so urgently, so needful. One hand drifted up to palm your breast, tweaking the rosy, distended peak as he rolled over you. "Come for me, my divine wife," he commanded, his voice a husky rasp of lust. "Scream my name and surrender yourself to the pleasure only I can give you."

You moan in response, bringing a shaky hand to rest over your lower belly, “I can feel you, so deeply inside me,” you sigh out, tilting your hips upwards to meet his thrusts, slick drooling out of your stretched hole and around his dick. “I don’t know where you start and I end. Perhaps this is how it was always meant to be. No me, no you, we are one.:

Thor groaned in bliss as he felt your molten sheath grip him like a velvet vise, clinging to his pistoning shaft with desperate, mewling cries. The slick gush of your arousal painting his cock and balls spurred him to greater fervor, his hips gently rocking against yours with the force of a thunderous tide. He could feel your womb, ripe and ready, nestled snug against the tip of his manhood as he plunged ever deeper into your sweet depths.

"Yes, feel me, my goddess," Thor hissed through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into the giving flesh of your hip as he guided you lovingly against him. "Feel the thick, throbbing heat of your husband's cock as it claims your untouched core. Surrender to the pleasure of being filled and stretched and taken for the first time."

He dipped his head to capture your lips in a sweet, sloppy kiss as he rolled his hips in deep, sensual circles. His tongue delved into your mouth, mimicking the thrust of his member, laying claim to your every secret, hidden place. He swallowed your cries of rapture with his own groans of lust, the sounds of your coupling echoing obscenely in the grand chamber. The pressure building in your core wound tighter and tighter as Thor undulated sensually into your sex. He could feel your pleasure cresting, threatening to wash over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy. Sensing the impending cataclysm, he redoubled his efforts, plunging into your grasping sheath with a power that shook the very bed beneath you.

"That's it, sweet girl," Thor panted harshly against your skin, his sweat-slicked body slithering deliciously against yours. "I can feel your quim fluttering around me, your virginal body trembling on the precipice of rapture. Give in to it, my love... Surrender yourself to the bliss only I can give you."

He crushed his mouth to yours once more in a searing kiss as he hilted his hips forward one last, ultimate time. With a roar of triumph and ecstasy, Thor felt your sex spasm around his plunging member, your walls rippling wildly as your climax exploded through you. The rhythmic clench and shudder of your sex milked his shaft as he erupted deep inside your core, flooding your fertile womb with the boiling surge of his seed.

You gasp into Thor’s mouth, a needy, whiny moan following it as you experience the mind-numbing bliss of your first orgasm. Your eyes roll back, spine arching clean off the bed. A gush of slick floods Thor’s dick, your body trembling mindlessly beneath his.

The intense clenching and release of your climax was milking his cock with a rhythm that stole his breath. He could feel the pulse of your orgasm in your flesh, the shuddering of your limbs under his body. He swallowed your moan with his own as he relished the sensation of his seed pouring into your womb within waves, his manhood spilling rope after rope of thick creamy cum inside of your womanhood.

He could feel your heart pounding against his chest, and every shudder of your body, he savored it. He pulled his mouth away from yours as his hips continued to grind against you. His breathing was heavy and ragged, his voice a rumble of dark satisfaction as he slid his hands under the small of your back, arching you into him. "My wife, so tender and so sweet, your first climax is mine to take," he murmured, his eyes locked onto yours, watching your every expression. Thor's hips continued to roll and move his cock inside of your, still hard. He ground his pelvis against your clit, drawing out your orgasm with a skill that was honed by the many centuries of his existence. He could sense another climax building, deeper and more intense than the last. He could feel your sex fluttering around him, milking him with desperate, hungry pulses.

Thor let his hand rove over your body, caressing your nipples as his body forced more pleasure from you. He leaned down to kiss your neck, feeling your pulse against his lips, feeling it fluttering and racing. He slipped his fingers between your thighs, feeling the way his cock was nestled within your sex, finding a rhythm with his thrusts and his circling fingers. Thor did not ask your permission to continue, rather he simply decided that he wanted to continue.

"Two for two my love," he murmured softly, his voice a husky growl against your skin. "Feel it, darling girl... feel my cock feeding you my thick, hot seed as I make you cum again and again for me."

Now, his hips finally began to move in earnest. Every thrust powerful, precise, and devastating. His gaze did not leave yours as he consumed your body. Thor reveled in the sensation of your sex, slick and throbbing as his hips rolled forward into you, his cock driving in deep then pulling out only to thrust in deeper still. His thrusts came faster and harder, relentlessly driving your pleasure higher and higher as you have never known. Your body trembled beneath him, your eyes wide with shock and pleasure as another orgasm crashed over you. Thor growled in satisfaction as he felt your sex clamp down on his cock, milking him with desperate, hungry pulses. This one even more powerful than the last.

Thor felt his own climax building, the pressure in his loins intense. With a low groan he buried his cock to the hilt inside your body as he exploded once more, flooding your womb with another thick, sticky stream of seed. His hips moved in short, sharp thrusts as he ground his pelvis against your clit and forced through the climax until the end. He lay there panting for a moment, his body slick with sweat as his heart pounded against his chest. Thor had never felt so completely sated, so utterly fulfilled.

You take a moment to catch your breath, finding your bearings in the wake of two intense orgasms. Your eyes, glazed over and fucked-out flick over to Thor’s form. You brush aside a few damp locks of hair that are plastered to your forehead, “That is how one makes babies?” You ask in a breathless, wrecked voice. Your vocal cords feel rubbed raw, you’re sure you’ve given the servants a show to discuss later.

Thor was still nestled snugly inside your warm body, his softening cock resting within your well-used sex. As the waves of release ebbed away, he assisted you in brushing the damp hair from your forehead, tucking them gently behind your ear. His thumb trailed over your flushed cheek, relishing the tender afterglow reflected in your glazed eyes.

"Aye, sweetness," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing rumble. "That is how a man and woman unite to create a new life. And you were exquisite in your first coupling."

Thor leaned in closer, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss filled with adoration and contentment. His hand drifted down to rest on your belly, splayed over the spot where he had spilled his seed deep inside you. A spark of possessiveness stirred within him at the thought of his essence quickening inside your fertile womb. "And that is only the beginning, my goddess," he breathed against your lips. "I intend to spend the rest of our lives showing you the myriad pleasure that exists between a husband and wife."

As he spoke, he rolled you onto your side, spooning you from behind. His hand drifted over the ripe curve of your hip and ass, pausing to squeeze the flesh and fat that had brought him such rapture. His softening cock slipped free of your body with a lewd sound, a trickle of your combined juices leaking out to stain the bed sheets below you

With a breathless giggle, you declare “We are going to have dozens of children then.”

Thor laughed, a low, contented sound that rumbled through his chest and vibrated against your back. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply your scent, a heady mix of something floral and the musk of your lovemaking. His arms tightened around you, one hand splayed possessively over your belly, the other cupping your breast, his fingers toying gently with your sensitive nipple.

"Dozens, my love?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble of amusement. "I should hope so. I intend to ensure that our line is strong and numerous, a testament to our love and passion."

He paused, his hand drifting lower, tracing the curve of your hip and the swell of your ass. His fingers dipped between your thighs, gathering the slick mixture of your arousal and his seed that leaked from your well-used sex. He brought his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean with a low groan of satisfaction.

"Mmm, the taste of our union," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I could feast on you for eternity and never grow tired of your sweetness."

Thor's hand returned to your sex, his fingers tracing the swollen, sensitive folds with a gentle, teasing touch. He could feel the heat of your body, the way your sex clenched and fluttered at his touch, and he knew that you were far from sated.

"Besides," he continued, his voice a low growl in your ear. "I have a great deal of time to make up for. All those years I spent pining for you, dreaming of the day I could finally make you mine."

His fingers dipped inside you, coating them in the thick mixture of your arousal and his seed. He brought them to your clit, circling the sensitive nub with a slow, deliberate touch. He could feel your body responding to him, your breath hitching in your throat as a soft moan escaped your lips.

"Now that I have you, my goddess," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of possessiveness. "I intend to spend every waking moment ensuring that you are well and truly mine.”

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🧸 max with his daughter when she has a nightmare🥺

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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Max was never a heavy sleeper.

Even as a young child, the smallest of noises could wake the boy up. His mother used to say he was a nuisance, that Victoria could sleep through the apocalypse but he would be up and ready when the postman pushed the mail through the door. Maybe it was the racer in him, maybe it was an innate urge to be constantly vigilant even in sleep. But he was just never a heavy sleeper. 

And after your daughter was born, being a light sleeper was a blessing in disguise. 

It was rough, obviously. Waking up in the middle of the night to a small newborn crying wasn’t easy on any set of parents. But Max felt useful for it. You had done more than enough. You had done more than he ever could have asked for. The least he could do was to be the one to wake up in the middle of the night to comfort your daughter, and let you rest. 

It was something that seemed to follow into Claudia Verstappen’s toddler years.

He had just come back from a triple header, eager to spend some time with his family before he was forced to fly out for the next race. The house was quiet and the lights were off when he arrived. He had scratched Jimmy and Sassy on the head when he walked past, took a quick shower before settling into bed beside you, happy to just finally have you in his arms again. 

It hadn’t even been an hour before he heard the screams.

He was up instantly, blinking away the sleepiness in his eyes and scanning the room for the source of the noise. It took a few seconds before he realised it wasn’t coming from inside the room, but instead one down the hall. 

He hadn’t even bothered to slide his feet into slippers before he was racing out the room, a little dazed but the tightness in his chest was his main concern when he realised the noises were coming from his daughter’s room. He barreled through the door, wide eyes taking in the sight in front of him before he realised what was happening.

Claudia was still asleep. She was clenching the sheets, letting out soft whimpers and cries as she jerked around in her bed like something was trying to grab at her. She opened her mouth, a painful cry for help leaving her lips and Max felt every hair on his body rise as he quickly raced over to her side.

“Shhh, Claudia, baby, wake up for me,” he softly called out to her, his hands holding her arms to try and stop her from hurting herself. “Wake up, schatje, it’s just a dream. A bad dream. Come on, Claudia, wake up for me.”

When the girl had finally woken up, it took a few seconds before she realised her father was in front of her, and then she threw herself into Max’s arms. 

Max caught her with ease, his arms wrapping around her protectively as he held her to his chest. He placed a few kisses on the top of her head, placed in between murmurs and whispers that she was safe with him. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He whispered when she had finally stopped crying, wiping her teary eyes and snotty nose on his shirt, but he didn’t care. 

Claudia shook her head, sniffling slightly. “No.”

“Was it a monster? You know Daddy will protect you from the monsters,” he said to her, pulling back slightly so he could run his thumbs over her puffy cheeks. 

“It wasn’t a monster,” she whispered, her lips turning downwards. “You were gone. Daddy, I don’t want you to leave.” 

“Hey, hey,” he softly called out to her, seeing the way her shoulders began to shake like she was about to start crying again. “Look at me, schatje. I’m never gonna leave you, okay?”

Claudia nodded.

“You’re my little princess,” Max said to her, lightly poking her stomach until she flashed him a bashful grin. “Who else am I going to spoil?” 

“Mama?” Claudia guessed honestly, staring up at her father with wide eyes.

Max couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Yeah, I like spoiling Mama too. My queen and my princess, that’s what you two are.”

“Does that make you king, Daddy?” Claudia asked, still clinging onto him as she made herself comfortable on his lap.

“Yeah, I guess it does,” he hummed as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Do you think you can go back to bed?” 

Claudia blinked up at him. “Can you stay with me, Daddy?”

“Of course, schatje,” he murmured, and it was almost comical to see him curl up into the little princess pink race car bed she had, but he didn’t care. Claudia nuzzled herself against her father’s side, a small yawn escaping her lips. 

“Goodnight, Daddy.”

“Goodnight, princess.”

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Ghost fics by other creators

Red= dark fic

Orange- fem reader

Green- g/n Reader

Purple- male reader

? - I’m not exactly sure

(I’ll keep adding DONT get mad bc there may be more than others..)

Goth reader - @v1x3n

Meeting Soap - @lovifie

Mermay - @pieckyghost (Johnny included)

Chain breakers - @bunnys-kisses

New recruit - @batfleshh

Tamed - @batfleshh

Lieutenant ghost - @ltash

Ink and needle - @gloomwitchwrites

Older boyfriend - @afatkidclub ?

Simon and his cat - @xoxunhinged

Self aware Simon - @puff0o0

Childhood bsf - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries

Enemy’s? - @v1x3n ?

House of the rising sun - @vanderilnde ?

Late night visits - @batfleshh

Open the door to another door - @spicyspiders

Hours in silence - @sarahs-secrets2

Bury me beneath the basswood tree - @vanderilnde (Johnny included)

Ghost buster - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries

Through me- @peachesofteal

Bimbo Reader x Ghost - @tojisun

Poking - @ninothebirb

I’ve got u sunshine - @lostquinn

Gold rush- @midnightarcheress fem reader

Wedding headcannons - @azereus (gaz included)

Affection - @batfleshh

Bunny Reader x Ghost - @pieckyghost

Mermaids - @peachesofteal fem reader

Only dinner - @astroknottt

Dumb cat - @writingoddess1125

Queens guard - @danibee33 fem reader

You fall asleep on him - @witchthewriter (tf141 included)

Rigor mortis - @b33zlebubz fem reader

Bimbo Reader - @yawnderu

Pictures he sends you - @cntloup

Simon being a light sleeper- @ghvst-ing

He saves u from creeps - @cntloup

Times you made him cry - @rodolfoparras

Bigger - @batfleshh

It’s a match! - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries (tf141 included)

Take it all - @vivwritescrappythings

Him being vulnerable - @midnightcrw

Ur angry - @rodolfoparras

Idk how to title this.. - @shuosen

Bunny Reader x Ghost - @pieckyghost

Barracks bunny - @fortheb0ys

Zombie ghost - @simp4konig

Ghost backstory - @waiting-so-long

Whipped Simon - @c3berus

Dividers by - @cafekitsune

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[bookdragon-shenanigans]

ONYX STORM SPOILER

One of my favourite Onyx Storm headers:

Your Majesty, unfortunately I can find no law that supersedes the Unification Scrolls. The Provincial Commitment under Queen Alondra the Bold (207.1)—consolidating the provinces’ armies under the queen’s standard for the Poromish conflict—expired with the Second Aretia Accord, and control of all forces should must return to the provinces from which they hail. I recommend demanding asking for a new Provincial Commitment covering our current conflict. The provinces will never agree after the rise in conscription rates. My advice: do not anger Tyrrendor’s duke, who now commands the largest portion of our army. Screw this. I hate my job. —Unsent, Drafted Correspondence of Colonel Agatha Mayfair, Royal Archivist

[libraryofgage]

Life in Miniature (Two)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four | Five Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One | Two (you're here!) Queen Clarisse Renaldi One | Two | Three

So, I'm not dead, despite any suspicions otherwise lmao; life just got a little wild and I needed a tiny break from writing, but hopefully I'll be back! We'll see! I'm literally on my knees begging my brain so maybe it'll stick lmao

Anyway, this part was line-jumped on Ko-Fi! If you want to line jump your favorite series, you can learn more here

Also also! I actually commissioned a wonderful friend of mine (@gamanyne) to draw Emperor Steve! She also did my current header and icon, so you know her art is fucking peak. Anyway, it'll be attached at the bottom of the fic so have fun getting there

And, as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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"Heard the guard mention you've got some new blood in your display, Ocky."

Octavius glanced over as Jedediah sauntered through the hidden tunnel that connects their displays. It had been built during their admittedly embarrassing courtship, a gift from that time's night guard.

He'd been waiting for exactly this moment, and some of his nervous energy drained when Jedediah stood close enough for their shoulders to brush. He turned to face Jedediah, staying close so he can keep his voice quiet. "Yes, a new battalion and..."

"And?"

"A young emperor."

Jedediah whistled lowly, eyebrows rising as he looked over Octavius's shoulder at the buildings across the display. It was all pillars and domes and aged marble, but newly added splashes of color could be spotted here and there. "He a brat?" Jedediah asked.

"He is my sovereign!"

"Yeah, sure," Jedediah said, shrugging as he met Octavius's eyes, "but is he a brat?"

Octavius felt indignation rise in his chest but quickly subdued it. He knew Jedediah meant well. And then he saw the smirk on Jedediah's face. "Lover or not, I can not tolerate insults to the emperor," he said.

Jedediah hummed and held his hands up in surrender. "Still ain't answered my question, Ocky."

"I don't know!" Octavius finally exclaimed, looking away when Jedediah blinked at his outburst. "Admittedly, I was more focused on seeing you than meeting him."

"Gee, almost sounds like you've got a crush on me, Ocky. That's kinda embarrassing, don't you think?"

"We have done things that would make satyrs blush, Jedediah. Are we not past embarrassment?"

"Still embarrassing," Jedediah said, grinning wider when Octavius finally looked back at him. "Don't worry, Ocky. He's just a kid. You've got nothing to worry about."

"Child emperors do not have the most...positive reputation," Octavius said. He frowned, looking away as Jedediah glanced over his shoulder again. "Many are spoiled and unaware of how politics should be conducted."

"Ocky...," Jedediah whispered, reaching out to tug on Octavius's cape.

Octavius smiled, appreciating the comforting gesture. "Short tempers are also common, and I worry about any palace staff that anger him. They are just as likely to have their head cut off as they are to walk away."

"Uh, Ocky," Jedediah said, tugging on the cape again.

"And perhaps I am getting ahead of myself, but I don't look forward to measures that may need to be taken if my soldiers are terrorized by a, well, as you put it, love, a brat."

"Ocky!" Jedediah shouted, grabbing Octavius's shoulders and spinning him around.

"Ah," Octavius said, a cold sweat covering him at the sight of the young emperor staring at them. Strands of brown hair fell over the golden laurels at his temples to curl around equally brown eyes. He's taller than Octavius expected, nearly reaching his own height, and older, too. He was, perhaps, around 20, meaning he had several years' experience as emperor.

Above all, though, Octavius managed to see the brief flash of...insecurity? Perhaps it was self-directed disappointment and acceptance? Whatever it was, it vanished the next moment as the young emperor pressed his lips into a thin line, rolled his shoulders back, and said, "General Octavius."

Hearing the young emperor's voice finally freed Octavius from his frozen shock. He cleared his throat, placed a fist over his heart, and bowed to the emperor. "Your Majesty," he said, "What can I do for you?"

"You can raise your head," the young emperor said. When Octavius did, he saw tensed shoulders, and he was briefly overcome by the thought that someone so young should not, in fact, look as if they carry the weight of the world. "I intended to have you introduce me to the soldiers, but I see that you're busy."

Octavius cleared his throat and stepped aside so Jedediah was easier to see. He then placed a hand on Jedediah's shoulder and said, "My liege, this is Jedediah, Cowboy King of the Wild West, and my close companion."

"Woah, woah, cowboy king?" Jedediah whispered, glancing at Octavius like he might be crazy.

"Ah, I see," the young emperor replied, nodding respectfully to Jedediah. ""I am Servius Tullius, Sixth King of Rome, son of Vulcan, weapons master of the gods. I look forward to making your acquaintance at a later date."

"Uh, yeah, acquaintance making and stuff," Jedediah said, nodding back with a strained smile. "I'll be sure to pencil ya in."

"Yes, well," the young emperor replied, his jaw ticking slightly like he wanted to say something but held himself back. "Until then."

Octavius watched as he turned on his heel and walked back to the palace. It wasn't until the emperor was halfway there that Jedediah leaned closer and asked, "He seem a little off to you?"

"Yes, a little."

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Steve glances at Eddie, both to make sure he isn't about to fall off Rexy and just because he wants to. Eddie's hair is a little frizzy and his cheeks are flushed, but Steve assumes that's just from performing in front of such a large crowd earlier.

"So, you are a performer," he says as Rexy makes his way to the stairs. "Who did you apprentice under?"

"I didn't," Eddie replies, frowning slightly. "I mean, I just taught myself. Like, with YouTube and stuff."

"Oh! Yes, YouTube, I have seen many cat videos with Robin. I was unaware there were other kinds of videos available."

Eddie snorts, and Steve thinks it's a surprisingly endearing sound. "Yeah, definitely more than cat videos, Stevie," he says, drumming his fingers along Rexy's skull before asking, "So, uh, you're an emperor...does that mean there's an empress?"

"No," Steve says, glancing away and returning Attila the Hun's wave when they pass him. "I should have, but it just never happened."

"Why not? Is it okay to ask?"

"I don't mind. It was naive and bullheaded of me, but I wanted an empress I actually liked."

"Nothing wrong with wanting love, sweetheart," Eddie says, bumping their shoulders together.

"I agree."

Silence settles over them, and Steve wonders if feeling this awkward is normal. He's never had a problem keeping a conversation going with Robin, and his fathers are plenty good at bantering. But here, he's not sure how to proceed. Robin once told him that he can come off as arrogant, someone others don't want to be around, and he's trying to not do that with Eddie.

He thinks Eddie is handsome. If Steve could only convince him, he's sure a chest-plate and shield would make Eddie look particularly dashing. Steve also likes the way Eddie looks at him. It's not quite the devotion he's seen from people under his rule; Eddie's gaze is far more heated than that, making Steve's skin prickle wherever it lands.

"Hey," Eddie says, pulling Steve out of his thoughts, "how's all this coming to life stuff really work? It's not actually that tablet thing, right?"

"It is," Steve replies, nodding once. "Ahkmenrah's tablet was a gift from his parents, who wanted their family to stay together even in death. It harnesses the power of noble Luna and the stars that surround her to breathe life into everyone here. Without his presence, you and I wouldn't be talking right now."

"That's....kind of crazy," Eddie says, trying to wrap his brain around it. "I mean, magic?"

"How else might we be alive right now? According to Robin, you and I are but plastic, perhaps wax or wood depending on our manufacturer."

"But I don't feel like plastic or whatever," Eddie replies, poking at his own arm before poking at Steve's as well. "Neither do you. You feel, like, warm and alive."

"Yes, because of the tablet's magic. Would you like to see it? Ahkmenrah is very understanding of new exhibits that wish to look upon it."

Eddie looks like he's about to nod when he suddenly stops and tilts his head. Steve looks in the direction his gaze has gone and smiles when he sees the temporary exhibit about the history of party fashion. It's only in the museum for a few more days, and the people inside have been partying even harder in the face of their fleeting mortality.

Steve assumes Eddie's attention was attracted by the music, so he looks back and asks, "Would you like to join them?"

"Aren't we, uh, a little small for that?" Eddie asks.

Steve grins as he knocks on Rexy's skull twice. The dinosaur comes to a sliding halt outside the exhibit and lowers its head until its jaw is touching the ground. "Do you trust me?" Steve asks, standing and offering his hand to Eddie.

"Uh, yeah, I think," he says, taking Steve's hand.

His grin widening, Steve tugs Eddie to his feet and then leads him carefully down Rexy's skull. When they reach its snout, they're still a few feet off the ground. "Please don't say I have to make that jump," Eddie says, frowning at the distance.

"Don't worry," Steve says, letting go of Eddie's hand in favor of simply picking him up instead. "You're not the one jumping."

Eddie's eyes are wide as he clings to Steve's neck, glancing between the floor and Steve like he might be insane. Steve flashes a bright, reassuring smile before walking to the edge of Rexy's snout and simply jumping down.

"Holy shit!" Eddie shouts, holding onto Steve tighter and flinching when he feels the jolt of Steve landing. "You're crazy. How are your legs not broken?"

"I am the son of a god," Steve says, carefully placing Eddie on his feet once more. "A mere jump wouldn't harm me."

Eddie is quiet for a few moments, his face red as he looks at the entrance to the exhibit. He takes a deep breath, nods once, and says, "Man, they'd better have tequila in there."

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Tag List (if you'd like to be added, please let me know!)

@itsall-taken, @acaademicqueer, @mx-jinxous, @y4r3luv, @daydreaming-mood, @just-a-tiny-void, @villainousalair,

So, as promised, here is the art I commissioned from my wonderful friend @gamanyne of Steve in his Roman outfit!

[dxsole]

🦸 VERSE: UPSILON RISING | Info Sheet

Just added back my superhero verse! You can read the little blurb on my Verses page (linked in header), but here are some more facts about this verse:

'Assets' it an antiquated term that came about in the sixties when the first Assets were being born. Today, some find it offensive and there has been some debate to re-frame the terminology. Some younger Assets prefer the term gifted.

Powers usually are revealed between a few days after birth up to a full year. Powers generally start off weak and grow over time. Most gifted individuals will self-teach and attempt to hone their skills personally and privately, while Upsilon members are required to be combat trained as well as assisted in training for their respective powers. There has been much study over how to advance certain powers that have become common (flight, invisibility, super speed and strength, for example), but rarer powers are less standardized.

There are many with very subtle, non combative powers. They are usually not recruited into Upsilon unless somehow beneficial to the host country, but there is a database and some countries do enforce by law that gifted individuals have to be registered so they can remain in contact. This is also heavily debated throughout many countries.

Anti-heroes are generally monitored and can be called upon for special tasks, past petty crimes usually lorded over their heads in order to ensure compliance (ie; Evgeni tends to use his powers for petty theft and has been called a number of times by Upsilon for interrogative purposes), however, they're usually still at the mercy of the gifted individual regardless of rap sheet (ie again; Evgeni's power is mind control, so technically, he doesn't have to do anything asked of him. He usually does because he does like to help and everyone's grateful for that)

There are no secret identities and gifted folk are very much in the public eye. Upsilon heroes do tend to have a gimmicky sort of name and go through a whole discovery call and branding process when they are approved to join the team. The names today are usually a short, catchy sort of name, a far cry from earlier tries with older heroes who tended to have longer, more literal aliases.

Non-Upsilon assets don't tend to give themselves names but some do! Because that's fun :3 i wish i had a hero name tbh

And below the cut are the available muses for this verse! Labeled by: Name | Power(s) | Status | Country of Origin | Alias

Cesaré Dejanović | Ice Manipulation | Villain | Serbia | Cryo-Genesis Deacon Monday | Self-Detonation & Regeneration, Energy Blasts | Villain | England | Cohort Didi Despereaux | Flight, Sonic Scream | Hero | France | Banshee Donald "Donny" Penzag | Self Duplication, Superhuman endurance | Hero | USA | Manifest Eliot Penn | X-Ray vision, Mind reading, Force fields | Hero | England | Mentalist Evgeni Krupin | Mind control, Emotional manipulation | Anti-hero | Belarus | Veles Hugo Marquardt | Impenetrable skin, Healing factor, Body manipulation | Hero | Germany | Stärk Leon Merrick | Power Negation | Anti-hero | England | Assimilator Mikail Tiryaki | Photokinesis | Hero | Turkey | Shadowhunter Nadia Salvatici | Healing, Self Resurrection | Hero | Italy | Mistica Opaline Dawson | Superhuman strength, Self-healing factor | Hero | USA | Titane Rhoda Brooks | Disintegration, Poison Touch, Matter destruction | Retired Hero | England | Acid Queen Russel "Rusty" Burke | Invisibility, Ability to walk through walls | Retired Hero | USA | Captain Corporeal Sloan Unger | Reality & Matter warping | Hero | USA | Negazoid Waylon Gibbs | Heat vision, Superhuman Durability & Endurance | Retired Hero | USA | The Atomizer Yasmin Kipper | Hydrokinesis, Weather Manipulation | Villain | China/USA | Tempest

[beeissurroundedbywords]

heyoooo

hi there! i'm bee :)

this is a side writing blog

my main is @ashes-of-a-moon-crater (check it out if you like chaos)

my drawing blog is @beeisgonnafailartclass

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𑁍 TVS IS BACK FROM THE BREAK, chapter 7 on ao3!!!

𑁍 ataw is outttt chapter 10 on ao3

𑁍 asks open <3

𑁍 mildly new blog, sorry if there's not a lot to see

𑁍 drink water!

about me

you can refer to me by any pronouns and gendered terms <3

english is not my first language, but i will be using it for my writing, so if you ever see any mistake, you can let me know! as long as you're not disrespectful, i will be glad to take any criticism that can improve my writing

some fandoms i'm in: marauders (harry potter universe), greek mythology, the song of achilles, riordanverse, and many more

recurring themes in my works: mental health, family issues, homophobia & transphobia, etc. check out specific works to see their cws

my babies!

𑁍 wips:

(on ao3) TVS - The Virgin Suicides: marauders, muggle au, set in a mental hospital. wolfstar, jegulus, jily. [tag: #tvs fic!]

(on ao3) ATAW - And The Angels Whispered: Rock n' Roll!: marauders, muggle au, band au. wolfstar, prongsfoot, jily, gilderat. [tag: #ataw fic!]

(𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1 𝗈𝗎𝗍!) 𝖶𝖲𝖭 - 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗌: 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗆𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾 & 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗎, 𝗌𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋. 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗒. [tag: #wsn fic!]

(next upcoming fic!!!) WWWH - When We Were Home: marauders, canon compliant, very long, wolfstar, jegulus, moonwater; all of them slowburn

(coming soon) BBRT - Black Blood, Red Tears: marauders, muggle au, black brothers surviving to their family's cult. mainly jegulus & wolfstar, prongsfoot and moonwater too [more]

(coming soon) TRAF - The Rise and Fall of Sirius Black and the Snakes from the Bar: marauders, muggle au, drag queen sirius and modiste remus. wolfstar, jegulus [more]

(more to come...)

𑁍 microfics & other short stuff:

new note - wolfstar angst

untitled - short wolfstar fluff scene

wolfstar amortentia microfics: part 1, part 2 and part 3!

ides of march inspired stuff???

disclaimer

if possible, check content warnings before reading any of my fics/works. i try to maintain a positive and inclusive posture, but some triggering topics might appear, so i suggest all possible readers to make sure you won't be negatively affected by any of them. take care <3

credits

header: La Charmeuse by Leon Herbo

dividers (in order): Semi-Submerged Dog by Francisco de Goya // The Death of Orpheus by Henri Leopold Lévi // Fishing Boats Entering Calais Harbor by William Turner // Ophelia by Friedrich Wilhelm Theodor Heyser

that's it for now, thanks for stopping by!

[sportsplay24]

Top 10 Hottest Female Footballers of 2025: Talent, Charisma, and Influence

In 2025, women’s football is thriving more than ever before, and with its rise, a new generation of icons has emerged. These athletes are redefining not only what it means to be champions on the field but also how they represent power, poise, and personality in the public eye. The hottest female footballers are a blend of talent, beauty, and global influence—commanding attention with every step they take, whether it’s on a pitch or a red carpet.

1. Alex Morgan – The Icon of Elegance and Excellence

One name that continues to dominate the scene is Alex Morgan. Known for her athleticism, charisma, and stunning appearance, she remains a fan favorite. As a World Cup winner and a cornerstone of the U.S. national team, Morgan’s leadership and style continue to elevate her as one of the hottest female footballers in the world.

2. Megan Rapinoe – Bold, Brilliant, and Unforgettable

Another global icon is Megan Rapinoe, whose purple hair, bold fashion, and unapologetic activism have made her a cultural force. Though she retired from competitive play, Rapinoe's presence in sports, fashion, and politics keeps her relevant and revered. Her personality alone makes her one of the hottest female footballers of this era—proving that influence extends far beyond the pitch.

3. Dzsenifer Marozsán – Germany’s Midfield Maestro

Dzsenifer Marozsán, the creative genius from Germany, adds an air of elegance to the list. Her intelligence in midfield play is matched by her calm presence and graceful aesthetic. With a style that’s both professional and effortlessly cool, Marozsán continues to be recognized among the hottest female footballers globally.

4. Lieke Martens – Dutch Precision and Glamour

From the Netherlands, Lieke Martens has become a shining example of technical skill and visual grace. Known for her dazzling footwork and calm confidence, Martens is as comfortable in a high-pressure Champions League match as she is fronting a fashion campaign. Her combination of skill and striking features makes her a permanent fixture on any list of the hottest female footballers.

5. Christine Sinclair – The Queen of Consistency

When it comes to legendary careers, Christine Sinclair stands tall. The Canadian striker holds the record for the most international goals of any player—male or female. While her appeal comes from humility and legacy more than glamour, Sinclair’s quiet strength and timeless professionalism earn her a place among the hottest female footballers with class and authenticity.

6. Marta Vieira da Silva – The Brazilian GOAT

Few players have had the cultural and sporting impact of Marta Vieira da Silva. Often referred to simply as “Marta,” the Brazilian superstar has been named FIFA World Player of the Year six times. Her emotional playing style and passionate spirit have captured the hearts of millions. Marta’s mix of beauty, experience, and impact makes her not only a football icon but one of the hottest female footballers of all time.

7. Carli Lloyd – Power and Poise

Carli Lloyd, known for her clutch performances and steely determination, continues to inspire fans even after retirement. Her powerful presence, athletic build, and discipline have always set her apart. As a motivational speaker and public figure, Lloyd proves that being one of the hottest female footballers isn’t just about appearance—it’s about legacy and drive.

8. Sam Kerr – Australia’s Fearless Forward

Australia’s Sam Kerr brings electric energy to the list. Her flying headers and relentless work ethic have made her one of the top strikers in the game. Kerr’s unique look and confident aura on and off the field make her a global star and one of the most magnetic and hottest female footballers of 2025.

9. Nikita Parris – Speed, Style, and Spotlight

Nikita Parris, the English forward with unmatched speed and personality, shines bright with every appearance. Her fierce competitiveness, fashionable flair, and bold smile have elevated her not just in football rankings, but also in popular culture. Parris stands out as one of the most exciting and hottest female footballers of this generation.

10. Jess Hames – The New Face of Football Fame

Rounding out the list is rising star Jess Hames, who is quickly gaining recognition for her athletic potential and fresh appeal. With a growing social media following and a confident on-field presence, Hames is proving to be one to watch. Her combination of youthful beauty and football promise makes her one of the newest names among the hottest female footballers in 2025.

Conclusion: The New Era of Female Football Icons

These ten women prove that greatness in sport goes hand-in-hand with influence, elegance, and confidence. The hottest female footballers in 2025 aren’t just admired for their looks—they’re celebrated for being leaders, innovators, and inspirations.

From legacy-makers like Marta and Sinclair to rising stars like Jess Hames, this list reflects the broad range of beauty and brilliance that women’s football has to offer.

[speed-seo]

Being a talented writer isn’t enough—you need to ensure your work reaches the right audience. That’s where Search Engine Optimization (SEO) comes in. SEO means getting your website ready so Google's search algorithm will like it and rank it higher, making it easier for readers to discover your articles, blogs, or books. For professional writers, mastering SEO can mean more traffic, a larger readership, and even increased income. But SEO isn’t just about cracking search algorithms; it’s about creating content that resonates with readers while meeting technical requirements.  This article dives into the most effective SEO strategies for professional writers, blending the latest trends with expert insights and UX elements to captivate your audience. Let’s explore how you can elevate your writing game and keep readers hooked. Why SEO Is a Game-Changer for Writers Imagine pouring your heart into a masterpiece, only for it to languish unseen because it’s buried on page 10 of Google. SEO prevents that tragedy. With over 62% of web traffic coming from mobile devices (Statista, 2025: Mobile internet traffic as percentage of total web traffic in January 2025) and most users never venturing beyond the first page of search results, SEO ensures your work gets the visibility it deserves. It helps you: - Boost discoverability: Rank higher for terms your audience is searching. - Connect with readers: Attract people who need your expertise or stories. - Establish credibility: Position yourself as an authority in your niche. Marketing expert Mindy Weinstein sums it up perfectly: “Content is king, but UX is the queen that holds the kingdom together.” This balance of quality content and stellar user experience is the secret sauce for success. 1. More Than Keyword Research Every great SEO strategy starts with keyword research. Keywords are the terms your audience types into search engines, and identifying the right ones can set you apart. - Go for long-tail keywords: These multi-word phrases (e.g., “how to write a fantasy novel” vs. “writing tips”) are less competitive and attract readers with specific needs. - Leverage tools: Use Google Keyword Planner, Semrush, or Ahrefs to uncover high-value keywords with decent search volume and low competition. Pro Tip: Use keywords naturally into your writing. Overloading your content with them—known as keyword stuffing—can tank your readability and SEO performance. 2. Craft High-Quality, Reader-Centric Content Search engines reward content that delivers value. For writers, this means producing pieces that inform, entertain, or solve problems. - Decode user intent: Study top-ranking pages for your keywords. Are readers seeking how-to guides, listicles, or stories? Give them what they want. - Embrace E-A-T: Google’s algorithm prioritizes Expertise, Authoritativeness, and Trustworthiness (E-A-T). Showcase your knowledge, cite credible sources (like this article’s nod to Statista), and write with confidence. Expert Quote: “Good SEO means thinking like a normal user. What information do they want? What will make them stay?” says Rand Fishkin, co-founder of Moz. Keep your readers’ needs front and center. 3. Nail On-Page SEO On-page SEO involves optimizing elements within your control to boost rankings. Here’s how: - Titles and meta descriptions: Write clickable, keyword-rich titles (under 60 characters) and meta descriptions (under 160 characters) that spark curiosity. - Headers: Use H1 tags for your main title and H2/H3 tags for subheadings, weaving in keywords where they fit naturally. - URLs: Keep them concise and descriptive (e.g., yourwebsite.com/seo-for-writers). Trend Alert: With voice search on the rise (think Siri and Alexa), optimize for conversational queries like “What are the best SEO tips for writers?” to stay ahead of the curve. 4. Elevate User Experience (UX) Google tracks UX signals like time on page and bounce rate to gauge content quality. A great UX keeps readers engaged and signals search engines that your work is worth ranking. - Enhance readability: Break text into short paragraphs, use bullet points, and add subheadings. Tools like Hemingway Editor can simplify dense prose. - Incorporate visuals: Add images, infographics, or videos with keyword-rich alt text to break up text and boost SEO. - Go mobile-friendly: Over half of web traffic is mobile, so ensure your site adapts seamlessly to smaller screens. Test it with Google’s Mobile-Friendly Tool. Wow Factor: Try an interactive quiz like “What’s Your SEO Writing Score?” Readers can answer questions about their habits and get tailored tips—keeping them engaged longer. 5. Build Backlinks for Authority Backlinks—links from other sites to yours—are a vote of confidence in Google’s eyes. They signal that your content is credible and worth sharing. - Create link-worthy content: Think original research, ultimate guides, or eye-catching infographics. - Guest blog: Contribute to reputable sites in your niche and link back to your work. - Network: Reach out to bloggers or influencers who might share your content. Expert Insight: “Relationships are one of the best and most reliable ways to build traffic, not links,” notes Ann Handley, author of Everybody Writes. Build connections through stellar content. 6. Use Structured Data Structured data (via schema markup) helps search engines understand your content, potentially earning you rich snippets like star ratings or FAQ boxes in SERPs. - Implement schema: Add markup for articles, reviews, or how-tos using tools like Google’s Structured Data Markup Helper. - Track results: Monitor clicks and impressions in Google Search Console. Trend Watch: Structured data is increasingly vital as search engines prioritize clarity and enhanced results. 7. Optimize for Voice Search Voice search is booming, with 27% of the global online population using it on mobile (Google, 2023). Adapt by: - Targeting conversational phrases: Optimize for natural questions like “How do I improve my writing for SEO?” - Being direct: Provide clear, concise answers that voice assistants can easily pull. 8. Personalize the Experience Personalization makes readers feel seen, boosting engagement. While advanced personalization requires tech tools, you can start small: - Dynamic content: Show location-specific tips (e.g., “SEO for U.S. writers” vs. “SEO for U.K. writers”). - Interactive paths: Let readers choose how to explore your content, like a “Pick Your Writing Challenge” feature. UX Bonus: Personalized touches create a “wow” moment that keeps readers returning. 9. Speed Up Your Site Page speed is a ranking factor and a UX must. A slow site drives readers away—close to a 53% users abandon pages that take over three seconds to load (Google, 2017). - Compress images: Use tools like TinyPNG to shrink file sizes. - Enable caching: Speed up repeat visits with browser caching. - Choose fast hosting: Invest in a reliable provider like SiteGround or WP Engine. The US ranks 52nd out of 237 countries. Burundi has the slowest mobile page load time at 7.1 seconds. (Debugbear January 20, 2025) RankCountrySpeed6🇰🇷 South Korea1.5 s30🇨🇦 Canada1.7 s30🇩🇪 Germany1.7 s52🇺🇸 USA1.9 s73🇨🇳 China2.1 s108🇮🇩 Indonesia2.4 s123🇧🇷 Brazil2.6 s162🇮🇳 India2.9 s202🇰🇪 Kenya3.8 s225🇳🇬 Nigeria4.3 s237🇧🇮 Burundi7.1 s 10. Prioritize Accessibility Accessible content reaches more readers and aligns with SEO best practices. - Add alt text: Describe images for screen readers (e.g., “Writer typing on laptop”). - Offer transcripts: Include text versions of videos or podcasts. - Check contrast: Ensure text stands out against backgrounds. Tool Tip: Use WAVE to audit accessibility and fix issues. Your SEO Journey Starts Now SEO can feel daunting, but you don’t need to master it overnight. Start with keyword research and quality content, then layer in on-page tweaks, UX enhancements, and backlinks. As Neil Patel advises, “SEO is a long-term process. It requires hard work, dedication, and continuously implementing new strategies.” The payoff? A growing readership and a stronger online presence. Ready to see results? Pick one or two strategies from this guide and test them out. Watch your traffic climb, your readers engage, and your writing career soar. Come back here anytime for a refresher—because great content deserves to be found. Read the full article

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Below the cut are all the characters and movies and shows ^^

Red: Gaston (Beauty and The Beast, 1991), Pearl (Pearl, 2022), Professor Ratigan (The Great Mouse Detective, 1986), Captain Hook (Peter Pan, 2003), Lord Shen (Kung Fu Panda 2, 2011), The Djinn (Wishmaster, 1999), Jafar (Aladdin, 1992), Otis B Driftwood (House of 1000 Corpses, 2003), Death (Puss N Boots; The Last Wish, 2022), Chucky / Charles Lee Ray (Seed of Chucky, 2004), Scar (The Lion King, 1994), and Erik Destler (The Phantom of the Opera, 1989).

Yellow: Percival C McLeach (The Rescuers Down Under, 1990), Mayor George W. Buckman (2001 Maniacs, 2005), Clayton (Tarzan, 1999), Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, 2003 + The Texas Chainsaw Massacre; The Beginning, 2006), Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls, 2012), Baby Firefly (House of 1000 Corpses, 2003), Cruella De Vil (101 Dalmations, 1961), Human!Chucky / Charles Lee Ray (Childs Play, 1988), Commander Lyle Rourke (Atlantis; The Lost Empire, 2001), Kahmunrah (Night At The Museum; Battle of the Smithsonian, 2009), Hopper (A Bugs Life, 1998), and Gilderoy Lockheart (Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, 2002).

Green: Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty, 1959), The Riddler (Fox Gotham, 2014), Scar (The Lion King, 1994), Leslie Vernon (Behind The Mask; Rise of Leslie Vernon, 2006), Chick Hicks (Cars, 2006), Freddy Krueger (Freddy Vs Jason, 2003), General Kai (Kung Fu Panda 3, 2016), Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice, 1988), Marvin the Martian (Space Jam, 1996), Oogie Boogie (A Nightmare Before Christmas, 1993), Greasy Weasel (Who Framed Roger Rabbit, 1988), and Lady Tremaine (Cinderella, 2015).

Blue: Wheezy Weasel (Who Framed Roger Rabbit, 1988), Michael Myers (Halloween, 1978), Hades (Hercules, 1997), Maleficent (Once Upon A Time, 2011), Prince John (Robin Hood, 1973), Pamela Voorhees (Friday the 13th, 1980), Tai Lung (Kung Fu Panda, 2008), Stuart Lloyd (The Last Showing, 2014), Prince Hans of the Southern Isles (Frozen, 2013), Hades (Once Upon A Time, 2011), Shan Yu (Mulan, 1998), and Bo Sinclair (House of Wax, 2005).

Purple: Eris (Sinbad; Legend of the Seven Seas, 2003), Carrie White (Carrie, 1978), Jafar (Aladdin, 1992), Chop Top Sawyer (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre II, 1986), Evil Queen Grimhilde (Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs, 1937), Tiffany Valentine (Bride of Chucky, 1998), Dr Facilier (The Princess and the Frog, 2009), Jervis Tetch (Fox Gotham, 2014), Ursula (The Little Mermaid, 1989), Regina Mills (Once Upon A Time, 2011), Long John Silver (Treasure Planet, 2002), and Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body, 2009).

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Bitchyglitterfox Masterlist

All of my Fics are Reader Insert

Last updated: April 24 2023

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My Recommendation List

House of The Dragon/Game of Thrones

Rhaenyra Targaryen

I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship

Alicent Hightower

The Queen's Secret **

Daemon Targaryen

Moon of my life **

Dragon Riders

Ser Harwin Strong

Coming Soon

Ser Criston Cole

I'll Gladly Be Your Whore **

Aegon Targaryen II

Bath Time

He May Be A Beast Or A Troll

Helaena Targaryen

My Sweet Helaena**

Aemond Targaryen

Little Dove **

Jacerys Velaryon

Remember Me

Christmas Cookies - Modern AU

Go Get'em Tiger

Multiple Characters

Dead Girl Walking

Decorating The Christmas Tree - Modern AU

Series

Survive - Zombie Apocalypse and Modern AU

Marvel - Cinematic and Sonyverse

Moon Knight

Moon Boys Go To Knotts

Rise Once More

Doppelganger

Traditions

Down Bad For Teacher **

The System As College Professors

Sour

Kpop Groups I Think The Moon Boys Would Be Into

Who The Hell Is Moon Knight

Pegging The Moon Knight System**

Jack Russell

Dia De Los Muertos

Champurrado Kisses In the Moonlight

Sorry I Couldn't Save You

Sex Pollen**

Bucky Barnes

A Love Through The Ages

Dancing In The Moonlight

Don't Ever Call Me Doll

With You Til The End Of The Line

Steve Rogers

Travelin' Soldier

One Last Dance

NSFW Alphabet**

Wanda Maximoff

Valentines Day

Moonlight Sunrise

Pietro Maximoff

Angel

Stephan Strange

Anal Play**

Fate

Tony Stark

The One That Got Away

Clint Barton

Marry Me

Peter Parker

Petals and Bullets(TASM)

Always Second Best(TASM)

Full Moon(MSM) Werewolf AU

Multiple Characters

Happy Birthday - Various Avengers

How They Are One Your Period** - MoonKnight and Jack Russell

What I Think My Favorite Characters Smell Like - Moon Knight and Jack Russell

Werewolves and Moon Knights and Magic! Oh My!** Jack Russell and Moon Knight

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Series

Blinding Light** (Hiatus) - Avengers

The Sun Will Shine On Us Again(Hiatus) - Various Avengers

The Sun Will Shine On Us Again Pt 2(Hiatus) - Various Avengers

Dirty Little Secret** - Moon Knight

Stranger Things

Robin Buckley

The Siren And The Fairy**

Stuck

Steve Harrington

Amnesia

First Snow Day

Eddie Munson

Oopsie Daisy

Feeding Time

Christmas Movies

After Concert Treat**

Nancy Wheeler

Coming soon

Jonathan Byers

Breathe Play**

Argyle

Coming soon

Multiple Characters

What I Think My Favorite Characters Smell Like - Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington

Series

Star Wars - OG!Trilogy, Prequels, Sequels, and Shows

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Anakin Skywalker

In Another Life

Luke Skywalker

Shower Sex**

Din Djarin

Forever and Always

Poe Dameron

Hey There Fly Boy

Slashers

House Of Wax

Relaxation

Saviors

Halloween OG and RZ

The Boy

Save Me

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Showing The Hewitts How To Season Their Food

Multiple Characters

Suckin Off The Slashers**

What I Think My Favorite Characters Smell Like - Sinclair Brothers and Thomas Hewitt

Series

Triple Frontier

Santiago 'Pope' Garcia

Coming soon

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales

Belly Lift

Will 'Ironhead' Miller

Coming soon

Ben 'Benny' Miller

Coming soon

Multiple Characters

No One Gets Left Behind Or Forgotten

Series

The Last Of Us

Clementine

Multiple Characters

Series

COMING SOON

COD: Modern Warfare II

König

Silly little Thoughts

Simon 'Ghost' Reily

Coming soon

John 'Soap' Mactavish

Coming soon