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some of you are a little too pretty to be on tumblr i think you should be luring people to their watery demise instead

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what are ur pronouns?

i dont have any do not refer to me do not talk about me for all intents and purposes i do not exist. hope this helps

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I couldn’t be a DJ because I’d be playing for me every single time. Dance if you want!!

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Not that there's anything wrong with having something wrong with you

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Just a Little More

Title: Just a Little More

Pairing: Thor x Virgin!Female Reader

Summary:  Your wedding night with Thor was meant to be a simple, just enough to fulfill tradition. Plans change.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings:  / Explicit Content /18+, Minors DNI, Smut, Unprotected sex, Slight Dub Con, virginity lost, size difference, painful first time..  

A/N: ‘just the tip’ Thor – Starting to notice a little bit of a ‘theme’ with my Thor stories.. The scent of sacred oils still clung to your skin, lingering between the strands of your freshly washed hair as Thor’s large hands glided over you, his touch reverent, tender. The ceremonial dress lay discarded on the floor, its delicate fabrics a whisper of tradition now shed in the intimacy of your shared chambers. He had been so gentle with you, bathing you with hands that could command thunder and lightning, yet, he treated you as though you were spun of fragile silk. Murmuring soft assurances as he poured warm water over your shoulders, washing away the last remnants of the evening’s rituals. His fingers had combed through your hair, working fragrant oils into your scalp before rinsing them away, his touch a stark contrast to the power he wielded in battle. Every action was deliberate, a careful unravelling of the ceremonial layers until nothing remained but the woman he was to claim.

But now, standing before him in nothing but the flickering candlelight, your breath caught as he shed the last of his own garments. The air shifted between you, thick with something unspoken, something inevitable.

He was a god. A warrior. A king in waiting.

Broad shoulders and a chest carved with divine strength, his thighs thick and powerful- the very ones you had perched on throughout the feast, his palm steady on your waist, possessive but warm. Now, with the revelry behind you and the weight of expectation settling in the quiet of your chambers, he stood before you, fully bare. His presence dominated the room, towering and unyielding, yet his hands, when they touched you, were careful, reverent. And now, with nothing between you, your eyes dipped lower, and you felt the sharp bite of panic in your chest.

The sheer size of him- the weapon that hung heavily between his legs- left your innocence trembling beneath the weight of reality. Your mouth parted, something close to a whimper escaping before you could stop it. He was overwhelming in every way, and the thought of taking him, of being his in the way tradition demanded, sent a mix of desire and trepidation spiraling through you. Heat coiled in your belly, warring with the nerves that had your thighs pressing together.

“Sweet one,” Thor murmured, his knuckles brushing along your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. Those oceanic blue eyes softened with understanding, though beneath his tenderness, there lay something desperate, something restrained. “I do not wish to rush you, but…” He exhaled, pressing a slow kiss to your temple. “A marriage must be consummated.”

A shiver ran through you, nerves tangled with want. He had been nothing but patient, but now he had you beneath him, breathless and shaking. His lips found your forehead, "We only need to go just a little, enough for me to claim your maidenhood." His voice a gentle purr as he kissed your cheeks, your throat. Murmured praises against your skin, a steady litany of devotion and reassurance.

“My sweet flower,” he hummed, tracing his fingers down your bare spine. “My little petal.”

His weight caged you, yet you never felt trapped. He settled between your parted thighs, one hand gripping his thick length, the other smoothing down your side in soothing strokes. His calloused fingertips danced along your ribs, his warmth seeping into your skin, grounding you in the moment. His thumb brushed over the swell of your breast, slow and deliberate, coaxing the tension from your body.

“This will hurt,” he whispered. “But only for a moment.”

The broad tip pressed against your entrance, slick from his attentions, yet still so unprepared for something of his size. He kissed you deeply as he pushed forward, just enough to breach that delicate barrier. The stretch was sharp, foreign, and you whimpered against his lips, hands clutching at his broad shoulders, your legs instinctively trying to close, only to press against the firm muscle of his powerful thighs. The realization sent a fresh wave of helplessness through you- there was no escaping the size of him. Thor stilled for a moment, giving you time, but you could feel him trembling with restraint, his body coiled tight above you.

You had done your duty. Had let him take what was required. The pain was still sharp, but the act was complete. It should have ended here- a moment of pain, a brief claim, nothing more. You squirmed beneath him, your breathing quick and uneven, your heart pounding against your ribs. Each shift of your hips sent another pulse of sensation through you-  even this small intrusion stretched you in a way that you could barely take.  Your pulse thrummed in your ears. Your body pulsed around him, tight and unfamiliar, creeping embers of something else- something overwhelming, something too much. He would move soon, pull back any moment now. 

“T-Thor?” Your voice wavered, barely more than a breath, uncertain. A plea, an expectation, waiting for him to retreat.

He didn’t.

Thor kept going.

His breath hitched, a low groan spilling from his lips as he pushed deeper. You whimpered, hands flying to his arms, nails biting into his unyielding flesh. You tried to shift away, to alleviate the burning stretch, but his hands on your hips held you still. He was too strong, too solid, and you were utterly trapped beneath him.

Your confusion twisted into panic, a choked sob escaping before you could swallow it down. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He had said only a little- only enough to make you his.

“Shhh, sweet one,” he murmured, voice warm but heavy with something darker, something raw. “Just a little more. You can take it- I know you can.” You choked on the small, helpless sob that left you. This wasn't supposed to be happening. He had said you only had to go so far. 

It was sweet agony. The burn of being stretched open, the way his girth invaded you inch by inch. He whispered to you through it all, lips pressing against your damp cheeks, kissing away the tears that slipped from the corners of your eyes. His hips rolled in careful, measured motions, easing the pain, coaxing your body to relax.

“It’s alright, it always hurts at first,” he soothed, voice tender yet dripping with something darker, something primal. “You’re so strong, my love. Soon the pain will be forgotten.”

His hips rolled again in slow, shallow circles, coaxing your body to yield to him, to accept the unbearable fullness of being taken for the first time. The heat between you grew, the press of his heavy body against yours grounding you as you whimpered and arched beneath him. His hands were everywhere- stroking, petting, kneading as though he could soothe the ache even as he deepened it. He kissed along your jaw, his lips dragging against the sweat-slick skin of your throat.

“You’ll make me proud.”

Thor’s forehead pressed to yours, his breath warm, his body impossibly hard against your softer curves. His weight surrounded you, his scent- wood smoke, spice, something purely him- invading your senses. He was inside you, fully seated, and you swore you felt your body give way to him, trembling in overwhelmed bliss.

The realization of what you had taken, of what was now fully inside you, sent a sharp pulse of pleasure through your core, tipping you into something raw, something overwhelming. It was too much- the mix of pain and pleasure, the way his thick, rigid length stretched you beyond what you thought possible. Your breath hitched, a sob catching in your throat as your walls spasmed around him, your body caught in the first unbearable waves of pleasure. The tight grip of your core around him, the pulsing squeeze of your walls, had him growling, a deep, primal sound that sent another rush of heat through you.

You gasped, the heat rolling through you, consuming you from the inside out. Your body trembled beneath him, your nails biting into his shoulders as the sensation crested, stealing your breath. The thought of having him entirely, of how deeply he filled you, how his sheer size claimed you, only made the feeling stronger, more potent.

Thor groaned, deep and guttural, as he felt you clench around him, his own control fraying at the edges. His large hands cradled your face, his thumbs stroking over your tear-streaked cheeks, and through his own labored breaths, he whispered,

“There you are, there's my queen.”

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so the tiktok ban was literally just propaganda for the trump administration. like. we all agree with that right. this is just laughably transparent. the ban wasn't even 24 hours. not even a whole day. to quote my infinitely funnier mutual from Discord, "Misha Collins was bisexual longer than TikTok was banned"

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tiktok stunt haha funny. please talk about the ice raids

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well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

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Books: Main characters must follow the plot.

Fanfiction: Okay but what if they went to IKEA and fought over furniture instead?

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Reminder for when he “saves” it. He was the one who wanted this, and now he gets to be the hero and win favour with young constituents. Don’t give him the credit for fixing his own problem.

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ever since I got a boyfriend my friends just like… stopped inviting me to hang out with them/excluding me. i always ask them to hang out/go out w me and they say no but then they all go out together :/ just kinda leaves me feeling defeated yk

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new year’s day - taylor swift

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Me and *trying desperately to rack my brain for a filthy depraved man that people on this website like* shadow the hedgehog?

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SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS 2.16 "Graveyard Shift"