It was needed again
taika at marvel studios taking thor back from the russo brothers
CHARLIE HUNNAM as William ‘Ironhead’ Miller
in ‘Triple Frontier’ (2019) | Dir. J.C. Chandor.
King Arthur taking care of his Round Table.
Charlie Hunnam in Triple Frontier (2019)
This user would die for Thor but knows he would never let that happen
Allegory of Wisdom, Basilica of Notre-Dame de Fourvière
Jon Bernthal smilingin color.
Endgame + text posts
Servant - Thor x Reader
Prompt: A frustrated Thor decides to give the innocent servant girl Y/N the pleasure of her life.
Paring: Thor Odinson x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut (fingering) and king!Thor (aka my weakness)
Authors Note: This fic makes me go weak okay
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Thor was in an absolute rage. His whole body was shaking, hands clenched tightly around Mljnir as he stormed though the castle. His breath was uneven, coming out in angry grunts as he stalked though the halls.
All those that saw him, quickly scurried out of his way, not wanting to be in the path of an angry God. The servants he passed on the way to his chambers all lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eyes.
They all moved silently and quickly until Thor was out of sight, disappearing behind the doors of his room with a slam.
The loud sound, which echoed throughout the halls, had stratled the poor servant girl that was currently cleaning Thor’s room.
You.
You had jumped, not expecting the sound, and looked up just as you saw him enter the room.
Standing up quickly, you dropped the cleaning utensil that was in your hand. Slightly fear overcame you as you took in Thor’s expression. He was angry, no doubt about that, and that was the wrost time to encounter Thor.
“M-My king? I-Is everything alright?” You squeaked out nervously, looking to him.
Thor’s gaze suddenly snapped to you, and you nearly coward at the intensity of his stare.
“Why are you here?” The deep, low rumbling sound of his voice rang out. You gulped, and then looked down as you said:
“My Lord I’m sorry. I-I was just, I was just cleaning and I-”
“Look at me when you speak,” Thor commanded harshly, quiet opposite to his usual gentleness.
You gulped again, and then slowly looked up to meet his gaze. It was definitely intimidating, and you tried your best to hold it and not look away.
“I’m sorry my Lord. I-I meant no harm,” You explained, apologizing yet again. “I, I will go now.”
You wanted nothing more than to escape the intensity of his stare, and to get out of that room. But Thor had other plans. He held out one of his muscular arms, making you pause in your journey to the door.
“My king?” You asked him nervously, confused as to why he stopped you.
Thor looked at you with an almost irresistible gaze. It made your insides feel tingly and your face heat up. It was almost like he was staring through your soul.
“No. Don’t go. I want you to stay,” Thor said. Your breath hitched as you saw his eyes all of a sudden rake over your figure.
Thor had never noticed it before, but you were a very attractive girl. You were young and cute, with a body that any man, including him, would love to ravish.
He felt himself slowly begin to grow excited as the possibility of taking you on his bed crossed his mind. He licked his lips, and then stared down at your innocent and confused frame.
“Tell me, Y/N,” He started, staring down at you. “When was the last time you were intimate with a man?” He asked, and you couldn’t hide the shock that came about your face.
”E-Excuse me? I don’t … With all do respect sir,” You struggled to find the words. Thor however, only chuckled. Your inability to answer the question told him everything that he needed to know.
“So you are still pure, I assume?” He said, and you bowed your head as your (s/c) cheeks lit up.
“Yes, my Lord. I am,” You admitted, swallowing thickly. You honestly had no idea as to why he would want to know that, but by the way he was looking at you, you had a pretty fair guess.
In all honesty, you secretly hoped that you were right. You knew that it was wrong to think about a king like that — your king no less — but you just couldn’t help it.
You were among the long line of women that found Thor attractive. He was nothing if not a man of beauty, all the way from the crown he wore to the boots on his feet. He took your breath away whenever you looked at him, much like he was doing in that exact moment as he slowly began to circle you.
“Hmm. Still pure,” He muttered, not taking his eyes off of you for one second. “And I assume that’s because you’re waiting for your husband, correct?” Thor asked you, and you found yourself nodding as you were hypnotized by his gaze.
“Y-Yes my Lord. I-I am,” You whispered.
Thor chuckled, and the sound sent shot an exciting tingle though your body.
“How cute,” He laughed, shaking his head to himself. He then walked closer to you, and your body froze in place as he reached down and twirled a strand of your hair in his large hands.
You gulped.
“M-My Lord, w-what are you doing?” You asked as Thor brought his hand down and started to trail his fingers over your exposed thigh.
You gasped, your breath getting caught in your throat as fire ignited your whole body. His actions had caught you off guard, but that didn’t mean you didn’t like it.
“Tell me something else, Y/N,” Thor lightly teased his fingers on the hem of your dress, “What is your purpose in this kingdom?”
You gulped before saying anything else.
“To- to … to serve you, My Lord,” You squeaked and Thor let out a hum of satisfaction.
“Exactly. You bow down to me,” He said darkly. You quickly nodded in agreement.
“Of course, My Lord,” You whispered.
You looked at Thor and got lost in your king’s eyes. They were so blue, mesmerizing and piercing. They enticed you, and unknowingly you found yourself leaning into his touch, wanting more.
“Mmm.” You jumped slightly as you felt Thor push aside some of the material of your dress.
The cloth was thin, made of cheap material and woven by one of your mother’s most highest friends.
She was the one that made clothing for most of the servants, including you.
You almost felt guilty as you watched your king rip the material — and her hard work — like it meant nothing.
“M-My Lord …” You flushed slightly, your (s/c) cheeks warming up as your tendor flesh was exposed to the air. Thor looked at you with an unreadable emotion.
You had never seen such an intensity in an man’s eye before, much less your king’s. It was a mixture of desire, passion, and absolute longing.
Longing, for you. Your king wanted you.
“If you wish to to stop this,” You shivered as Thor leaned down and placed his pink lips right next to your ear. The feeling of his warm breath on your face made your heart speed up. “-Then you must say so now. Because once I start,”
Your breath hitched as Thor placed a hand on your inner thighs.
“I won’t be able to stop.”
Silence was the only answer Thor was met with. And it was the only one he needed, as now he knew that you were agreeing to be one hundred percent at his mercy.
He smirked. “On the bed, now.” He ordered you, and you wasted no time scrambling over and getting on the bed just as your king had asked you to.
The wait for him to follow you was nearly agonizing. Thor took his time; slowly walking over and drinking you in as you did the same to him.
He could see the lust in your eyes beginning to outrun the innocence, and he could practically feel the heat you were radiating as you awaited his touch.
You were excited, yet nervous, your mind not quite knowing what was going to happened but your body not quite caring.
You were hot, that much you knew, and the only way you were going to cool down was by Thor’s touch.
You panted.
You see Thor as he stopped a few inches away from you, beginning to circle you like a predator with its prey.
He watched you, and enjoyed how you squirmed under his stare. He knew that his unpredictableness was killing you inside.
“My, my. Don’t you look magnificent,” Thor reached out and stroked your face with his hand lightly. You leaned into his gentle touch.
“Take off your undergarments. Now.”
The request came so sudden you barely had time to react.
The gentle touch of Thor was still there but his words were sharp, and demanding. He looked at you with expecting eyes and your tongue ran dry as your mouth forgot all the words to say.
“My Lord … I …”
“No questions,” Thor snapped, his impatientness shining through his words.
You gulped. “Y-Yes, my king.” You bowed your head and listened to Thor’s instructions, a strange heat beginning to form somewhere inside of you.
Reaching down, your eyes connected with Thor’s as you gripped your underwear and pulled the thin cloth down your long legs.
Thor’s breath hitched as he watched you take them, never missing a beat with your eyes connected.
“Good girl,” Thor purred lightly as soon as your underwear were off.
He took the thin cloth from your hands and discarded it carelessly somewhere across the room.
His eyes never left yours as he then once again leaned forward and tickled the side of your face with his.
“Now, lie down for me, princess,” He breathed out and you could no longer hide your erratic heart.
Thor’s words began to stirr something from deep inside of, a longing you never knew existed until now.
Following his commands, you gently lied down on Thor’s soft, plush bed, and let out a gasp he suddenly took your legs and pried them open for himself.
You were exposed to him, laying out for him to see you in all your glory.
Thor’s eyes were wide and he engrossed himself into drinking in the sight of your beautiful pearl layed out in front of him.
“So beautiful,” He couldn’t stop himself from mumbling and you blushed at his words.
“Thank you, My Lord,” You breathed out but then your breath was sucked from your lungs as Thor took one of his thick fingers and slowly began to drag it across your inner thighs.
Your back arched slightly off of the bed as he got closer and closer to his destination, and soon you didn’t know what to do with yourself as Thor laid his fingers directly over your core.
“Dear God,” You panted slightly as he lingered.
Thor smirked. “I’m right here,” Was all he said, and then began to insert a finger.
You gasped as you felt the sensation.
It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. Pain, mixed in with an entire world of pleasure started to wash over you and it drove you wild.
“Oh!”
Once Thor had inserted another finger and established a decent rhythm, he was pumping his finger mercilessly.
For a King that often forgave his people, he sure was unforgiving towards you.
He didn’t stop, no matter how much you were panting and whining as the sensations drove you crazy.
Your back arched off of the bed at least three times but each time Thor brought you down and continued his pleasurable assault.
He even went as far as to bring his tongue in, which then it became too much.
Pleasure was overriding your every sense and Thor knew it. He was nipping and licking and pumping all at once, only one goal in mind as he listened to your moans of ecstasy.
He wanted to be the first one to bring you to your high, and by the way you were squirming beneath him he knew it was only a matter of time.
Smiling slightly, he decided to bring out once last trick to bring you there.
With his long arms, he reached up and fondled with one of you tender breasts.
His large hand had groped it, and after all of the pleasure he was giving to your pearl he then began to add more.
Pinching your nipple slightly, Thor did just what he needed to send you over the edge.
You had had the feeling of an unfamiliar knot settled in your stomach for a while now, and it only increased with the amount of pleasure you were feeling. But now, with the sensations of Thor pleasing you with his hand and his tongue, the knot untangle.
In wave of absolute euphoria, your head rolled back, your body arched, and finally, you released everything you had been holding onto an eager Thor.
You were ruined.
You didn’t know how to contain yourself as a smirking Thor finally came up and made eye contact with you; your wide, lust driven eyes staring into his and his into yours.
Behind them, you could see a sense of pride as he examined what he had done.
You were shaking now, and still completely lain out before him. Your hands, which had failed to releases the sheets you had been holding, were laying practically limp at your side.
He had succeeded.
You knew it, he knew it, and you both knew that this most definitely wouldn’t be the last time something like this would happen.
You were Thor’s now, utterly and completely. Your gift was his for the taking, and he most certainly wouldn’t help those that would try and take what was his.
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What … did I … just write? Part 2?
Roe deer/rådjur.
Thor: Ragnarok (2017) dir. Taika Waititi
# the glorious stealth suit is back
This picture has SUCH BDE that I almost can’t stand it.
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honestly missionaries are evil. the idea of traveling the world to tell people Who Didnt Fucking Ask that their beliefs are wrong in the hopes that theyll adopt your beliefs seems sinister