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⚡ SFW and NSFW Headcanons – Thor x Wife! Reader⚡️ Disclaimer: GIF is not mine credits go to its creator

SFW:

• Y/N is one of the few people who can truly reach Thor emotionally. She’s the calm in the eye of the storm—her presence alone is enough to ease the thunder in his soul.

• When Thor is overwhelmed or introspective, Y/N never pushes. She simply stays close, letting him know she’s there—and that’s all he needs.

• Their home life is surprisingly simple. Thor enjoys slow mornings with Y/N—silent breakfasts, occasional cuddles in fur blankets, and watching her move around the home with soft eyes.

• She often brushes his long red hair for him. He never asks for it, but sits down quietly and waits for her to do it—it’s their quiet love language.

• Thor doesn’t express jealousy outwardly, but gods help anyone who threatens or disrespects Y/N. The air itself will grow heavy, and the look in his eyes alone is enough to make even the boldest warrior back down.

• He’s not verbally affectionate, but he always keeps a hand on Y/N when they’re together. Whether it’s a hand on her thigh, the small of her back, or holding her close—he grounds himself through touch.

• In public, he’s the fearsome God of Thunder—silent, deadly, untouchable. In private, he’ll rest his head in Y/N’s lap, let her trace the scars on his skin, and hold her like she’s more sacred than the heavens themselves.

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• Thor doesn’t say much—but the way he looks at Y/N during intimacy says everything. His intense gaze while holding her hips or kissing her deeply can leave her trembling.

• He listens to her body, her breath, every sound she makes—and uses it to guide every movement.

• He tries to be gentle, but sometimes Y/N teases him into losing control just a little—and when that happens you’re In for a treat. He’ll pin her down with just one arm, hold her wrists with ease, or lift her like she weighs nothing.

• He’s extremely aware of his strength and always makes sure Y/N is okay—even when he’s being rougher. The aftercare is divine.

• To Thor, Y/N is his goddess. He kisses every inch of her slowly, reverently, and devours her like she’s a blessing from Valhalla.

• If she ever feels self-conscious, he’s quick to shut it down with his hands, his mouth, and the other various ways he can think of making her feel like the most wanted being in existence.

• Thor doesn’t talk much, but the rare things he does say—especially in a deep, low voice—wreck her:

• “Mine.”

• “ Look at me baby.”

• “I’ll never let you go.”

• After he’s done completely ruining her (in the best way he knows how to🤭), he’ll hold her for hours. Big spoon, strong arms, heartbeat like distant thunder in her ear.

• Sometimes he’ll fall asleep with his face buried in her hair or her chest, fully relaxed—because in Y/N’s arms, even a god can’t let go.

Extra: NSFW because why not😌

Thor x Wife!Reader | NSFW | Post-Battle Intimacy | Emotional + Physical Release. Also he’s red your pink I didn’t really know what other color to choose.😓

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The crowd’s roar had long faded. The arena had emptied. The blood had dried.

Thor stood in the private chamber reserved for the gods, his massive form still scarred, chest rising and falling with the slow ache of divine exhaustion. Mjölnir rested against the wall, still humming faintly like a growling beast that hadn’t quite settled. His knuckles were bruised. His back was torn. But his eyes—his fierce, stormy eyes—softened the second she stepped in.

“My love.”

She rushed to him without hesitation, her hands reaching up to touch his face, brushing damp red hair back behind his ears.

“You’re hurt,” she whispered, fingers trembling slightly over a jagged bruise on his cheekbone.

He caught her wrist gently, pressing it to his mouth in a reverent kiss. “I won,” he said quietly. “But I feel like I lost something.”

She understood. The fight against Lü Bu hadn’t just been physical. It had been personal. Brutal. Almost beautiful in its destruction.

“You didn’t lose anything,” she murmured, guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed. “You’re still mine. Still here.”

Thor let her push him down, eyes locked on her like she was the only thing tethering him to this realm. She climbed into his lap, straddling him, cupping his jaw. Her thumb brushed over the blood just starting to dry near his ear.

He leaned forward, foreheads touching, his breath warm and shaky. “Touch me, please my love,” he growled softly. “Make me feel alive again.”

She didn’t hesitate.

Her mouth met his in a deep, consuming kiss—slow at first, tender, until his large hands gripped her hips and ground her against the heavy tension building between them. The god who had just shattered a warrior of Lü Bu’s caliber now clung to his wife like she was the only softness left in the universe.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered against his lips. “You don’t have to.”

Something snapped inside him—something raw, buried under all that divine composure.

In one fluid motion, Thor flipped her beneath him, his mouth trailing down her neck, across her collarbone, worshiping her with a hunger that had nothing to do with dominance and everything to do with need. His movements were desperate but reverent. He didn’t want to take her—he needed to merge with her, to feel something other than the echo of violence.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he entered her with a guttural groan, the heat of him filling her completely. She gasped, arching into him, fingernails raking down his scarred back. Every thrust was deep, unrelenting, but full of purpose—like he was trying to erase the battle from his memory and replace it with her.

“Say it my love,” he growled against her throat. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Thor,” she moaned, head thrown back. “Only yours. And always yours.”

That pushed him over the edge. His pace grew rougher, each thrust slamming into her with godlike force—but always controlled, always focused on the way she gasped, the way her eyes glazed over, the way her body sang for him.

And when they both shattered together—him with a low, primal growl, her with a cry muffled into his shoulder—it wasn’t the end.

It was the healing.

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Afterward, Thor didn’t move. He just held her. Buried his face in her hair. Let her fingers stroke through the crimson strands of his, steady and soothing.

“You bring me peace,” he said quietly, voice barely audible. “After the chaos… there’s only you my love.”

She smiled against his chest, heartbeat slowing to match his. “Then I’ll always be here—when the storm clears.”

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SFW and NSFW Headcanons Hades x Wife!Reader

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SFW:

Hades treats Y/N like his most sacred treasure. Though he’s usually composed and reserved, his eyes soften immediately when she enters the room. He is fiercely protective but never overbearing—he respects her strength and autonomy deeply.

Dates with Hades feel like royal affairs. Whether it’s a moonlit stroll through the Underworld gardens or a quiet dinner in his obsidian palace, he pays attention to every detail. Fresh ambrosia wine, glowing lanterns, silk-lined cushions—he spares no expense to make her feel cherished.

Hades isn’t loud with his love. He shows it in subtle ways: a hand on the small of her back, removing his cloak to wrap around her shoulders when she’s cold, or brushing her hair behind her ear as she talks. His love is slow-burning but eternal.

Every night, he brushes her hair before bed. It’s a silent, intimate ritual they both find calming. He tells her she reminds him of the moon—serene, luminous, and quietly powerful.

To betray Y/N would be to betray the very order of the Underworld itself. Even among gods, Hades is known for his unshakable commitment. In private, he often kneels before her—not as a god, but as a man surrendering his soul willingly.

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⚠️ Spicy content ahead. Includes dom/sub themes, devotion, and sensual power dynamics.

Disclaimer:if this makes you uncomfortable feel free to skip this part

Hades is a controlled, dominant lover. He takes his time and always makes sure she’s worshiped—body and soul. His touch is firm, precise, and reverent, like he’s sculpting her pleasure by hand.

Though stoic in public, in bed he is vocal—not loud, but deep and rich in praise. “You’re divine,” he whispers against her skin, “and you’re mine.” His voice alone is enough to make her knees weak.

He loves to worship her as if she were the goddess of the Underworld herself. He’ll spend hours with his mouth and hands on her, murmuring ancient Greek praise between kisses and licks, making her feel like a deity in her own right.

Sometimes, their intimacy feels like a ceremony—candles lit, silk sheets, incense burning. He’ll mark her with his sigil or bite her neck lightly, claiming her in both spiritual and physical ways.

Though he’s possessive and dominant, Hades is a consent king. He always watches her reactions carefully, asking softly, “Too much?” or “Shall I continue?” Even when he’s rough, he ensures she feels safe, adored, and wanted.

Authors note: Thanks for reading!! I will be posting more this week and the next 💗

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🔥 Lu Bu x Y/n 🔥 - NSFW Smut Headcanons

⚠️ NSFW • Power, Roughness, Praise, Intensity, Possession

Disclaimer: i don’t own the banner or the GIF credits go to real creator of those

• Lu Bu doesn’t make love — he claims. Every time he touches you, it’s with the intent to leave you trembling, bruised, and knowing you belong to him.

• He’s rough, demanding, and unapologetically hungry for you — like he’s been in battle too long and needs you just to feel human again.

“I fight battles against the strongest, but you’re the only one who brings me to my knees.”

• When he’s aroused, he can barely restrain himself. Clothes get torn, furniture breaks, and you often wakes up with his bite marks trailing down your neck, thighs, and chest.

• you know the moment he gets that look in his eyes — wild, primal, starved — it’s over. He’ll have you anywhere: against a wall, over a table, outside in the rain after a fight and he dares anyone to say anything.

• Nothing turns Lu Bu on more than seeing you stand up for herself — or watching you tend to his wounds. The mix of you fierce love and soft care drives him mad.

• After a battle, he’s drenched in blood and adrenaline, and you are the only thing that grounds him. Those nights are the most intense — rough, raw, but emotionally explosive.

“You’re the only one strong enough to take me. And you will take me.”

• He worships your body in a brutal way — not soft, but utterly focused. He memorizes every sound you makes and gets off on knowing he pulls that out of you.

• No one else gets to see this side of him. With everyone else, he’s the ruthless army-slaying monster. With you, he’s a man made of fire, rage, and devotion.

Kinks

• Dominance/Possession – He’ll growl “Mine” while pounding into you. He doesn’t just want you to know it—he wants the gods to hear it.

• Hair pulling, choking (light to rough), primal play – Lu Bu is all about raw control, but he reads your limits well. If you challenge him? He loves it.

• Praise kink – Not soft praise — more like reverent, hungry admiration: “So beautiful like this… spread for me.”

• Aftercare – It’s rare, but when it happens, it’s intense. He holds you in silence, pressing his forehead to yours like he’s praying.

• Only you gets to see Lu Bu sleep with his head on your lap, murmuring something half-conscious about your scent calming him.

• If you initiate slow, gentle intimacy, he struggles with it — but he’ll try, for you. And those are the moments that make him fall harder.

“You’re my greatest conquest — and the only thing I’d never fight.”

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Happy birthday!!!!!

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When I see this my eyes….that’s just it my eyes.

which cursed cat variant is your favorite?

this one and everything else they've done

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𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝...

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Well 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭...𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞?

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As long as my friend stays the same as they were still the friend i had when we were kids im good... And im talking personality wise. Hope that doesnt affend anyone.

Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out

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Well sure give me your best batch…and let’s let’s talk while we’re at it Jack.

Well hello Jack do remember me brunhilde.

"Oh, hi ma'am... how long..." Jack replied "Would you like a cup of tea?"

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I felt it in my soul this day would come…🤔but it makes more sense when you think about it

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My friend sent me this photo of when her cousin broke the seat🥲

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