#thor x reader
too much is never enough🏘36/end
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; physical violence and abuse, mental abuse, parent on child abuse, manipulation/grooming behaviour, predatory but subtle, best friend’s dad trope; shameless Loki
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. It features dilf!silverfox!Thor (and possibly Loki later on). Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: your return home for the summer after your first year of college to find that little has changed or gotten better in your fractured family.
Note: Friday! Yay. So I know you’re freaking out that it says end above but the rest of this story will be told in epilogues as this chapter will cap off our main storyline with the wedding. Hold onto your panties.
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The night was a harbinger of the day. After more than an hour trying not to fidget, you were prepped and preened for your special day, however it felt more dire than anything. Frigga, Jenessa, and Theresa left you to have their make-up attended to while the latter complained of her daughter’s absence. Hela was to be a part of your wedding party as well but was uninterested in being touched up by the hired help. You felt the same but had little choice in the matter.
You stared at your reflection in the mirror in the backroom of the immense church. You could still hear the last-minute preparations in the main hall and Frigga preaching from her make-up chair. You stood and undressed, carefully piecing together the lingerie that was delivered along with your gown, the lace came with a card denoting Loki’s hand in its selection.
You managed to hook and lace the boned corset and shimmied into the scant panties. You fiddled with the garters until you figured them out and sat to roll the stocking carefully up your legs. You felt like a sausage stuffed into its casing as the rigid skeleton of the bodice dug into your waist. You stood and wiggled your feet into your heels, bending to help push your heels inside.
The door opened and you looked over in shock, crossing your arms over your chest as you straightened up. You faced Loki as he closed the door gently behind him and his eyes roved up and down your body. He poked out his tongue as he smirked.
“Good, you’re not dressed,” he purred as he strode over to you, finely clothed in a pristine tuxedo.
“Should you be here?” you frowned as you tried to look past him.
“Perhaps not but when do I ever do what I should,” he closed in and traced his fingertips along the lace stretched across your torso, “besides, so long as I don’t see the dress I think we’ll survive.”
“You should go,” you grabbed his hands and tried to shove him away, “I’m tired and I’ll be lucky not to sleep through the vows. Thanks to you.”
“I’ll be quick,” he said as he reached around you and groped your ass, “come on…”
“Loki,” you slapped his chest, “as if this morning--”
“This morning was nothing close to what I’m going to do tonight,” he pulled your against him and squeezed your hips, “and tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that.”
“I don’t have the energy for this,” you argued, “your mother will be back any moment.”
“Let me do the work,” he insisted and gripped your firmly, spinning you to the face the mirror, “I’ll be certain not to muss this.”
He ran his finger up the back of your bodice and curled his fingers around your shoulders. He bent you over and you caught yourself against the bench. He pulled a hand back to slap your ass and tugged down your panties with a single finger, just past your thighs as he wiggled against you.
“Loki--” you growled as you looked at him in the mirror.
“My beautiful bride,” he hooked his fingers into the top of the bodice as his other hand fumbled with his trousers, “try not to be loud. This is a holy place.”
You reached back and pushed on his vested stomach as he angled between your legs and leaned in. He bent his knees as he felt around and found your entrance. He jerked his hips so you were thrust onto your toes and you groaned. He bent over you and covered your mouth.
“Shhh,” he hushed as he began to rock, the bench shaking as he watched your reflection, “mmmmm, look how gorgeous you are, darling.”
You murmured into his palm as your lashes batted. You gritted your teeth thinking that you would have to have all the hard work redone as your lips smeared behind his hand. He rolled his hips cloyingly and you grasped his wrist as you tried to uncover your mouth to ward him off.
He sapped your strength as he sped up and your walls clenched him hungrily. You shuddered as he pushed his other hand between your legs and played with your clit as he pulled you up with him. Your back arched to accommodate his deep strokes and the clap of flesh mingled with the rustle of fabric caught between your legs.
“Almost there, darling,” he huffed against the your scalp.
You quivered around him as you came first and he followed in quick succession, pulling out to spill into his hand. You fell forward as he released you and turned to watch him grimace at his slimy hand. He went to the sink and rinsed off as you grabbed a tissue and wiped yourself off. You pulled up your panties as he fixed his pants.
“Well, then,” he cleared his throat, “until we tie this tangled knot.”
He checked himself in the mirror and winked before he left you as quickly as he’d appeared. You sighed and shook your head. You had little hope that he would leave it at that.
The organ began to thrum and you stood anxiously awaiting your turn, watching the wedding part depart in pairs from behind the curtain. Odin stood at your side and gave you silent comfort as you swayed on your tired legs. You weren’t quite sure you would make it down the aisle as Loki’s attentions lingered in your muscles.
The tune changed suddenly and your ears perked at your cue. Odin offered his arm and you took it as you gulped up one last breath behind your veil. He caressed your hand softly and leaned in before he took the first step.
“You will do just wonderful, sweetheart,” he said, “my son does not deserve a creature as beautiful as you.”
You smiled and as you let him guide you forward. He turned his gaze ahead and you mimicked him. You felt jittery and your jaw chattered as you came out into the hall and the pews flanked you imminently. You clung to Odin, never acquainted much with being the star of the show, and counted your steps to keep from running away.
As you neared the altar, Odin stopped you and bowed his head as patted your hand.
“You must face this alone,” he girded quietly, “my lovely daughter.”
Your nose tingled with unexpected emotion and you dipped your head before letting him go. You lifted an ivory heel and your toe caught the first step to the altar. There was a gasp as you tripped but quickly righted yourself and smooth the front of your dress, the draped sleeves bouncing against your arms as you chest bobbled against the tight bodice.
You grasped your bouquet with one hand and stepped up to face Loki. The officiant waited patiently as your warden stepped forward to lift your veil and let it fall back behind your head. Loki smiled as his eyes crawled down your dress and he let his hand fall to your skirt as he pinched the fabric, recoiling as he recalled himself. He looked down at his feet and gave a cheeky smile as he clasped his hands together.
The music halted and you let out your breath as the officiant began his dull recital. Loki watched you and you tried not to be bothered by his goofy smile. The delusion on display was more than you were prepared for.
You swallowed and looked to the chaplain. You would rather distract yourself with his words than acknowledge the cruel reality stood across from you.
You brushed the confetti off your bare shoulder as you swiped up the tain of your skirt into the car. Loki fell in beside you as the door closed and you reclined against the white leather with a huff. The screen between you and the front seat provided a much-need moment of privacy.
“Jesus,” you yawned as you rubbed your neck, “how long do we have to stay at the reception?”
“Are you so eager?” he mused as he bent to kiss your shoulder and clawed at your skirt.
“And you, you’re not making this any easier,” you said as you tried to swat away his groping.
“Oh, I never liked easy,” he grabbed your thigh and pulled you so you fell across the seat. He climbed up between your legs as he pushed through the layers of your skirt while you tried to shove them back down, “you’re tense, you should relax. We have a long night ahead of us.”
He hooked his arms around your thighs and yanked you against him. You reached up to grasp at the door handle and he bent over you, his long fingers rubbing the front of your panties. You felt the lace grow wet so quickly you bit your knuckle and moaned. How did he manage to coax you when you were drained to the core?
“I believe a marriage must be consummated as soon as possible,” he slid into you as your leg was crushed between him and the seat, the other hanging off the edge.
“Goddamn,” you groaned as you latched on his lapels, “I hate you!”
“Oh, darling, what is marriage but mutual loathing,” he snarled as he gripped your thigh and pulled your legs against him, “with a healthy dose of fucking.”
“Shit,” you pushed your hand between your bodies and rubbed your clit as he impaled you over and over, “fuck.”
You kept one hand on his suit and the other on your cunt as he rammed into you, his feet hitting the window of the car. You were rocked slightly by the motion of the car as your moans rippled in the air. Your orgasm had you wrapping your legs around Loki’s and writhing.
He slowed and your hand stilled as it was trapped under his weight. He marveled down at you as he tickled your cheek with his fingertips.
“You’ve changed,” he said, “you know that, don’t you?”
“You haven’t,” you hissed as you tore your hand from between your legs, “now get off me and try not to ruin my dress.”
“Why? I paid for it?” he snickered and carefully slid out of you, scooping up the mess with his hand, “I will buy you many more, should you wish it.”
“Don’t start acting like you care what I want now,” you took the ridiculous blue handkerchief from your bodice, the superstitious accessory tucked their by your mother-in-law, and wiped your cunt before you could leak onto your panties.
“As soon as you stop acting like you don’t want me, pet,” he dirtied his kerchief with his cum as sat up, “your body betrays your lies.”
The speeches were no less unbearable as Loki’s hand explored your lap throughout. He kept a smooth veneer as he listened and when it was his turn to speak, he did so with lies so smooth you almost believe them yourself. You played your part as well as you could as the tingle arose in the absence of his touch.
Aside from the meal, there was little to enjoy about the night. You smiled through encounters with people you regarded as little more than strangers or tolerant enemies. You were only spared Thor’s presence as Loki was wise enough to know it would go no better than the rehearsal. Furthermore, you were uncertain if he had even emerged from his arrest.
And when you thought it couldn’t get worse, a strange and dreaded ritual was announced for the guests to witness. You were sat in a chair as Loki was blind-folded and your audience gathered with giggles and lewd comments. You shook your head, your protests unheeded as you were faced with public humiliation.
Loki got to his knees and kept his hands behind his back. His jacket was gone and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows beneath his unbuttoned jacket. You shifted in the chair as Odin lifted your skirt over his son’s head and stepped back to let it drape over him. You squirmed as his lips met your knees.
His goal was to take your garter off with his teeth but you expected he was not impatient to do so. He preferred to win in his own time. His teeth grazed your flesh and you clenched your jaw as he got further up. He pushed his face between your legs and his hot breath nipped at your panties as it seeped through the lace.
You tried to close your legs around his head and he sank his teeth into the tenderness of your thigh. You cried out and bounced on the chair in surprise as the guests laughed and a whistle came from the din. You covered your face and pressed your feet behind the legs of the chair as you held in another yelp.
Loki nuzzled the crotch of your pants and you growled under your breath for him to hurry up as you smacked his head through the length of your skirt. He chuckled and his nose trailed down as he bit onto the frilly garter. He slowly dragged it back and slipped free of your skirts, his hair messy as he flipped it back and presented his prize.
He pulled the blindfold down to hang against his bowtie and took the garter from his mouth. He spun it around his finger and shoved it into his pocket. You stood and rolled your eyes at him.
“I need cake,” you said as he met your derision with delighted amusement.
The icing smeared between your lips as Loki smothered you with a kiss. The crowd cheered as your playful, if not spiteful, crash of spongy cake and cream into his face was met with his quick retort. You parted from him and tried to wipe away the mess. He dragged two fingers through the icing on his cheek and sucked it off with a suggestive look.
The DJ called the crowd back to the floor as the final act of cutting the cake was complete. You sneered at Loki as the bodies, mostly drunken or at least distracted by the pumping bass, headed back to dance. Loki pulled his fingers out and licked his lips. You snarled as the sparks flew from your core.
“You think you’re funny,” you challenged as grab his bowtie and he bends slightly, letting you. You know that he could easily resist, “I can play your games, old man.”
“What do you mean?” he sputtered with coy innocence.
You dragged him past the long table and out the door just off the corner of the couples’ table. You led him without direction down the hall and opened the first door you found. You hauled him inside and pushed him against the door as it shut behind him. You covered his mouth just as he had earlier, your fingers clamped over his goading lips.
“Don’t say shit,” you hissed, “and get your pants undone.”
His lashes flicked in surprise but he frantically obeyed. You don’t know what’s gotten into you, maybe it’s the stress, maybe it’s old habits, maybe you really are pathetic. He pushed his trousers down his hips and you yanked them past his thigh. You kept your hand over his mouth and pulled at your skirts, bringing your leg up to hold the fabric at your waist as you planted your foot against the door.
You bent your leg over his hip as you urged him down and he bent his knees. You grabbed his dick and poke it between your legs. You were on your toes as you sank onto him, with him awkwardly crouched against the door. His hand stretched across your ass and his other explored your bodice.
You saw the triumphant glint in his eyes as you fucked him furiously. You dropped your hand to his throat and squeezed as you rocked on one leg. He scooped you up and led you up and down his length as you grew ravenous, choking him until he rasped.
“You’re such a smug fucking asshole,” you gasped as you rode him, “you ruined my fucking life.”
“Mmm,” he purred as you grip his shoulder. Your lip curled as he smirked through shallow breaths.
“I didn’t change,” you huffed as your bodies shook the door, “I learned from your dumbass.”
He croaked as you tightened your grip. You felt the power you held in your hands, in your body, and you wrangled it just as you did him. If you couldn’t love him, you would get what you needed from him. You only had to use him like he used you.
A union of discord, but a union nonetheless. For better or worse, til death.
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Movie Night - B.B.
Summary: Bucky invites the new, shy team member to family movie night.
Warnings: swearing, mentions of traumatic pasts?, awful comedy - like really bad, and a truck load of fluff.
Word count : 3,100
A/n: AHHH this is so much fluff, this is only my third fic so lemme know if you guys like it and send me an ask or private message if you have any ideas or requests for future fics! Xx
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"Ok movie night" Tony announced dramatically as he entered the kitchen, arms thrown in the air with a swagger in his step.
Bucky rolled his eyes at Tony's usual theatrics.
"Alright take it down a notch Gatsby, theres no paparazzi in here" Nat grumbled with a bored expression as she walked past him to put the orange juice back in the fridge. Sam snorted and Tony simply brushed past her comment waltzing over to the booze cabinet.
"Meet back here in 20 minutes with snacks and blankets, I'll handle the drinks" he said lifting up a bottle of vodka.
"All I heard was drinks" Nat shrugged grabbing a bag of skittles and heading straight over to the couch, where she not-so-graciously flopped down onto a cushion.
"I'll bring the pop tarts!" Thor boomed.
Sam made a beeline for the cabinet that they keep specifically stocked for nights like this. "SAM NO! The oreos are mine!" Clint yelled as he made a mad dash for said cabinet knocking over a barstool on the way. Bruce looked at them, then to the barstool that lay on the kitchen floor, and with a defeated sigh turned and left to join Nat on the couch.
"Hey Steve" Bucky said quietly to his best friend. "Where's y/n?"
"Uh probably in her room, why?" He replied
"Uh- well, it's just she never really joins us for any team thing, and, i don't know, maybe she feels left out.. or something, m-maybe one of us should go get her?"
He asked sheepishly, worrying that Steve would catch on to his very obvious crush that he definitely didn't have on you.
Steve smiled, "that's really sweet Buck, I mean i assumed she just wasn't really a people person but, maybe she's just shy? It's worth asking"
"Ya think? What if she just hates us, what if she feels awkward saying no"
"Buck i'm sure she doesn't hate us, she's been through a lot, you understand that better than anyone, she's probably just shy, plus she's only been here two weeks, she might feel awkward joining in on our team things, she just needs someone to let her know that she's more than welcome"
Bucky contemplates Steve's words before nodding his head and turning to head to your room.
You had come to the compound a couple weeks ago after the team rescued you from a Hydra base in Russia. The team had all been very nice to you, but you hadn't seen much of them as you weren't a fan of coming out of your room all that much. You weren't really used to normal human interaction, since you were taken by Hydra at such a young age. The team figured they'd give you a settling period, let you get used to your surroundings so you felt more comfortable before they started bombarding you, after all, when Bucky first arrived at the compound he basically didn't talk to anyone that wasn't Steve.
However, Bucky also knew how lonely that time had been, he knows now that team didn't talk to him so much because they didn't want to make him uncomfortable but he didn't know then and he always felt it would've been nice if someone had just offered. So, he figured, if you said no then that was fine but it would be nice to at least offer.
He made his way nervously to your room. He waited outside for a moment going over what he would say, then, hesitantly knocked on your door. He heard soft foot steps on the other side of the door but as soon as the door opened, everything he planned on saying went out of his head. You were wearing a cozy outfit, joggers and a t-shirt that appeared to have some sort of constellation on the front, along with a pair of fuzzy grey socks. Bucky couldn't help but think about how it would feel to snuggle up next to you in your adorable - seemingly tired - state.
You both stared wide-eyed at each other for a moment. Him not knowing what to say, and you shocked to see someone at your door.
"Uh hey" Bucky said quietly after a moment of awkward silence.
"Hi" you said, so quietly he probably would have missed it if it weren't for his super soldier hearing.
It was the first time Bucky had heard you speak, and after just one word he knew he wanted to hear more. He took a second to compose himself, deciding it was best to start explaining why he had randomly shown up at your door after never having had an actual conversation, besides what he said to you the day he carried you out of the hydra base, barely still breathing.
"I uh, I was w-wondering if you wanted to.. join us for team movie night? It's totally fine if you don't want to or if you just don't feel comfortable yet, I completely get it, I just thought I would ask in case you thought you weren't welcome or something, there's like snacks n stuff and you can bring a blanket if you- well, I mean that's if you decide to come but you don't have to.. if you.. don't want to" He trailed off at the end suddenly aware of his mindless rambling. He didn't want to scare you away before you'd even agreed to join them.
You looked at him, still in shock, although thinking it was really nice of him to go out of his way to come find you and ask if you wanted to come.
"Um y-yeah, that'd be nice, uh o-only if everyones ok with it, i d-don't wanna intrude or anything..." you mumbled, barely audible and looking everywhere but directly into his eyes.
"No no of course not, no it would be great, we'd love you to join us!" He was quick to make sure you knew you were welcome but cringed at the sound of him seeming way to enthusiastic. "Uh you can come now with me, or- or you could make your way down in like 10 minutes for when we start".
It was then that you finally let yourself meet his eye only to see the most beautiful crystal blue orbs staring back at you. You blinked a couple times trying to break out of your daze.
"Is- uh can i go with you?" You asked terrified. Bucky almost thought he saw tears in your eyes, which immediately left him feeling guilty, was he making you uncomfortable?
"Of course you can doll, uh shall we go"
You nod, shyly, and start to shuffle out of your room as Bucky turns to make his way back to the common area, checking every few seconds to make sure you're still behind him.
You hesitate once you reach the entrance of the common area and see the rest of the team, hustling around. Tony mixing up drinks, Steve trying to calm down Clint and Sam who were still fighting over a packet of oreos, Nat, Bruce and Vision carrying a casual conversation over on the couches, Thor was sat on a bean bag on the floor surrounded by blankets, a box of strawberry pop tarts in hand, already happily munching away, Wanda launching a pillow and Nat's head as she watches her try to slip into her usual spot on the smaller couch to the right of the big screen.
They clearly had a family dynamic - I mean chaotic as hell, but still family and you felt bad intruding on that, plus the fact that just being around people after so long scared you quite a bit.
Bucky sensed your hesitation, and knowing how you felt after his own experience thought it would be best to just be supportive as he eased you in.
He offered his hand to you as a symbol of reassurance rather than giving you a lecture about how everyone is very welcoming. He knew from previous experience, that those talks often didn't help. He also knew very well that Steve was just trying his best when he'd give Bucky one of 'those talks' but it's easier said than done when your walking into a long time family.
He gave you a soft smile, and you gently took his hand, surprising both him and yourself. You knew a little about Bucky's past and you guessed you just found comfort in him knowing he had a very similar experience. Bucky took it as a victory that you trusted him enough to let him lead you into the chaotic common area hand in hand.
He first brought you to the kitchen which was less crowded now that Steve had finally got Sam and Clint to compromise and just 'share the goddamn cookies'. Now only Steve and Tony stood in the kitchen.
You hid yourself slightly behind Bucky as you approached the counter.
"Oh hey kid, glad you made it" he smiled at you then continued on to the living room area, drink in hand. You felt yourself relax slightly, you were very grateful that he didn't make a huge deal out of it, and seemed very welcoming.
You softly and timidly returned his smile.
Steve brought his head out of the cabinet he was rummaging through to see Bucky and a very scared looking you, just behind him, holding his hand. He was surprised, first to see that Bucky had actually gone through with asking you and that you had agreed to come, and also at the fact that you were holding hands, but he decided to brush past that for now, clearly taking note of your discomfort.
"Hey y/n, your here for movie night I assume"
You nodded your head with a timid smile.
"That's great, well then welcome to your first of many" he said with a warm smile. "Thanks" you said quietly. He nodded with a beaming smile then wandered of to join the rest of the team.
Bucky let go of your hand as he went over to the snack cabinet. "You want anything to eat or drink?"
"Oh uh no that's ok, thanks though" you replied quietly.
Bucky just smiled while reaching up to grab a bag of popcorn, he poured some into a bowl before walking over to you, and with a comforting hand resting gently on your lower back you made your way over to the team. Bucky, once again sensing your discomfort, sat down on the large L shaped couch that took up the majority of the space, he sat in the corner of the couch since less people seemed to be crowded there and gently tapped the space next to him. You immediately followed happy to be able to sit by Bucky where you felt more comfortable. He smiled as you sat down.
The team acknowledged your presence with a simple, but pleasant chorus of "hey"'s and "glad you could make it"'s. They all seemed to pick up on your nervous demeanour and acted accordingly which you really appreciated you were not up for a whole lot of attention right now. Well all but Thor, bless him, who didn't seem to quite pick up on your fear as he boomed, "Welcome lady y/n, how pleasant that you are here for your first movie night"
If looks could kill, Thor would be six feet under, as Bucky glared literal daggers at him. He'd made progress with you and desperately didn't want to scare you off now. There were a few eye rolls and a definite face palm from Clint.
"Calm down Thor, you're gonna freak her out" Wanda reprimanded him from her place behind him on the couch, although quietly.
Of course the poor guy was just trying to be sweet so was a bit confused at the reaction he got from the rest of the team.
"Hi Thor" you said, barely above a whisper and not looking up from your hands. In all honesty the team were a little shocked but they didn't want to make you even more uncomfortable so they just moved on, although Thor was beaming.
"Ok who turn is it to pick, ive lost track" Tony says, margarita in hand, diverting the teams attention back to the matter at hand.
"Why don't we let y/n pick?" Bucky speaks up.
Theres a chorus of approvals from the rest of the team and they all turn to look at you expectantly whilst you turn to Bucky with terrified wide eyes like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Oh no no thats ok i don't really know any" you replied, barely audible as you looked down at your hands in your lap.
Bucky sensed your discomfort but he was determined to make you feel welcome and a part of the family because he knows from personal experience how hard it can be, and at least he had Steve when he came to the compound, you had no one.
"That's ok, how about I scroll through some of these and you just point to one of the pictures you like the look of?" He replied quietly.
You looked up at him and hesitantly nodded your head. "Uh ok yeah"
Nat chucked the remote over to Bucky and he started slowly scrolling, waiting for you to point one out.
You had no idea where to start, you hadn't watched a movie since you probably only 4 years old. You were overwhelmed and worried that no one would like what you picked but also very wary that they were all looking at you, waiting for you to make a decision. You pointed to the very next one that came up which happened to be a picture of a girl in a pink dress, but what caught your attention was the small dog standing next to her in a... pink sweater? Why was there a dog wearing clothes? You'd never seen that before.
Bucky stopped scrolling when he saw you pointing at the screen. He looked to where you pointed and read the title.
He looked to you for confirmation.
"Uh, yeah i guess, i-if everyones ok with that we can choose som-"
"Hell no, I love this movie!" Sam yelled excitedly. "Great choice y/n" he smiled at you.
You stared at him wide eyed for a second, and once you got over the shock, sheepishly smiled back at him.
"YES! I was going to pick this next week" Wanda squealed, getting comfortable in her spot on the couch.
You turned to Bucky with a soft, grateful smile on your face, that he then returned.
Bucky started the movie, then held his bowl of popcorn out towards you. You weren't exactly hungry but he was being so good to you, and you felt bad refusing his offer.
You took a handful with a small smile and turned you attention back to the screen that had started blaring a loud, cheerful tune.
Just a few minutes later you felt your self shiver as you'd left your room forgetting a blanket and without your sweater. Bucky immediately took notice of this and was quick to find a way to make you comfortable again, not that you would ever mention you were cold, but that just gave Bucky more reason to help you. He reached over to Wanda and swiftly snatched her blanket that was loosely draped over her legs. She was about to protest but Bucky stopped her with a glare that shifted to pleading eyes when he nodded his head towards you, who was still paying full attention to the screen and hadn't noticed the blanket war behind you. Wanda still looked pretty pissed, but also understood that Bucky was just trying to be sweet to you, even if it was at the expense of her warmth, so she let it go and turned her attention back to the movie.
Bucky got to work, carefully tucking the blanket around you. You jumped for second but relaxed and gave Bucky a soft smile in thanks to what he was so kindly doing. Wanda looked over at the rustling, witnessing the very adorable scene, of Bucky with his tongue sticking out in concentration, making sure the blanket was perfectly placed around you and that you were no longer cold. She just smiled and turned back to the movie, suddenly not so mad about her blanket being viciously ripped away from her.
It was about half way through the movie when you started to feel your eyes grow heavy. You hadn't been sleeping well since arriving at the compound, understandably after what you went through with Hydra. You fought it off for a while not wanting to seem rude but one look down at Thor snoring with his mouth hanging open, half eaten pop tart in his open palm, you let your eyes stayed closed longer each time you blinked until eventually you fell into a deep sleep.
Bucky hadn't even noticed until he felt your head drop against his shoulder. It startled him at first, thinking it was you trying to get his attention, wanting to leave, but immediately relaxed as he saw the peaceful look on you face as you slept. He smiled down at you. He knew if you slept like that your neck would be agony by the time you woke up so he adjusted your position on the couch, moving his arm around you and ever so carefully and gently moved your head to rest on his chest, he manoeuvred the blanket so that it now wrapped around you both. He checked to make sure you were still asleep before turning his attention back to the movie. Only this didn't last long as he found himself staring down at you adoringly and eventually, he too felt himself slip into a dreamless sleep.
As the end credits rolled the team, or those that were still awake anyway- started to move about. Wanda gently woke up Thor whilst Nat not-so-gently woke up Clint, with a splash of water to his face. Clint woke with a start about to have a hissy fit but Nat stopped him by shoving a pillow over his face.
"SHUSH you'll wake them up" she smirked, knowing that she'd got away with her little stunt.
Clint moved the pillow from his face giving Nat a glare before turning his head to see who she was referring to.
Over in the corner of the couch you and Bucky laid, tangled together, both in a peaceful sleep.
The rest of the team looked over, there was a wonderful silence for a moment as they took in the adorable scene in front of them, only for that moment to be ruined as they here the loud unmistakeable 'click' of a phone camera. All heads turn to Steve with a mix of pissed off and disappointed expressions as they watch the mighty Captain America, get into a pathetic wrestling match with his phone as he madly scrambles to cover the noise and turn his phone off. His phone ends up dropping into a bowl of popcorn on the table in front of him, and he freezes with a sheepish look on his face.
"Oh For god sake old man, would it kill you to just be quiet and stop being all proud best friend for one fucking second!" Tony whisper shouted to an apologetic looking Steve.
"Should we wake them?" Bruce whispered.
"Nah leave them, it's sweet" Nat whispered back.
They all started to quietly leave and just as Steve turned to go, Sam came from behind him and slapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry old man, I got the photo" Sam whispered with a smug smirk as he strolled past Steve and off to his room.
Steve took one last look at the two of you curled up together on the sofa. He was happy for you both, after everything you both went through with Hydra, he was glad you'd found each other.
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collection of fun :) (not porn)
Dynamic: Avengers/Reader (Bucky, Sam, Steve, Thor, Scott :) )
Warnings: some au where everyone’s in the compound and happy(ish) because :),
Summary: a general collection of blurbs (not single story line) about the avengers/you
Word Count: 1K
“I’m still not over that time you ripped out my steering wheel,” Sam shook his head, “I just paid off my car and then - boom! - you rip out my steering wheel.”
“I what?” Bucky’s eyes widened at the claim.
“Yeah,” Natasha nodded, poking at the man’s arm, “Shot me once, and you nearly strangled me another time.”
“I- “ the man looks between the two before his eyes land on you, “Did I- did I ever hurt you?”
“Well, yeah, when you were the Winter Soldier,” you shrug off, “Stabbed me a few times.”
“I stabbed you?!” he shoots up from his seat, “You never told me that!”
“I said the scars were stab wounds.”
“But not that they were from me!”
You purse your lips, “Aw, Buck, it wasn’t actually you, I know that.”
“Well, yeah, but- “ he sighs and sits back down beside you, slumping into the cushion, ”I feel like such an ass.”
“A dick, even?”
“Sam,” you chided while smacking the man’s shoulder before turning back to your guilt-wracked boyfriend, “Buck, it’s okay. Tony ended up covering the payments on Sam’s car, Nat’s still alive, and I’m fine. Tony’s bitter about the whole orphaning him thing but I’m sure eventually he’ll be okay. In a long while.”
“Oh God,” Bucky falls forward to put his head in his hands, elbows perched on his knees, “I don’t remember any of that.”
“Like how you don’t remember breaking Steve’s nose a second time?” Sam suddenly pitched in.
“What?” Bucky looked downright distraught by this point, hands tangled through his hair, “I broke his nose? More than once?”
“No,” you were immediate to jump in, rubbing your beau’s back, “No, you didn’t, Sam’s just being mean.”
“But he was involved in the killing of Lincoln.”
Surely, you figured, there was no way Bucky would believe that - it was way before he’d even been born let alone when he would be the Winter Soldier.
But, to your surprise, Bucky didn’t refute the statement, instead looking up to you with tears nearly coming over him, “Was… was I…?”
“Hey,” you turn to Tony, “I think I’m gonna take Bucky home.”
Tony shakes his head, waving you off, “He’s fine.”
Bucky is quick to prove Tony wrong when he approaches you with wide eyes, “Doll, we gotta go, everyone here is being weird and invasive.”
“Hey,” an unfamiliar blond comes up with a bright, friendly smile, “what’s your name?”
“What are you? A cop?” Bucky grumbles, glaring at the poor woman before turning back to you, “We have to go.”
Getting classified as an enemy of SHIELD alongside Captain America and Black Widow was never something you planned when coming into the organization. However, as you watch Natasha straighten her hair at the guest room vanity, you find something to distract from that predicament.
“What’s on your mind?” Natasha raises a brow.
You shake your head, “Sam doesn’t have any hair, right?”
“Not that I’ve really noticed, why?”
“You’re using a straightener, are you not?”
“Oh, yeah,” Natasha hums, turning completely to look at Steve on the bed, “Do you think Sam just has straighteners to make people comfortable?”
“I do,” a voice suddenly cuts in after a few knocks, Sam leans into the room while holding a few towels, “Just if you guys need anymore.”
“Oh wow,” you murmur as Steve takes the towels, “Nicest guy in the world and we just turned him into a criminal.”
“Leave him alone!” Bucky’s charging into the alley as you shout at the assailants.
You rush over to Steve’s side while your brother deals with the boys previously laying in on the smaller man.
“Oh, Stevie, they really got you, didn’t they?” you take a corner of your skirt and gently dab at the bloodied skin under his nose and at the corners of his mouth, “You can’t always go around picking fights like this - I worry about you, you know?”
“Don’t underestimate me,” Steve huffs, swiping away at your hands and struggling to a stand.
“I couldn’t possibly,” you grin, one that Steve’s almost compelled to take as genuine.
The beginnings of a smile fall from the poor blond’s lips, “Stop, I almost took that as a compliment.”
“Oh, gosh,” Steve huffs, shaking his head as he bends over to pick up his item, “dropped my pen.”
“What are you? A cartoon dad? Just say ‘shit’,” you narrow your eyes at the captain.
Steve merely purses his lips before pointing at you, “Swearing is for serious situations. Besides, with you and Peter on the team now, I think the adults should mind their language. Speaking of which, watch yours.”
Natasha raises a brow as you watch Steve exit the common room with wide eyes, “Inspired by his speech or something?”
Your lips curl into a broad grin, “One day I’m gonna make him say ‘fuck’.”
“And one last question before we wrap this up!”
Interviews were far from Thor’s forte - for as much as he loved being admired, he really hated being poked and prodded on television.
“Is this young heroine behind you - your daughter?”
Thor lights up at the line, looking over at you with a broad grin.
The woman shakes her head, “Sorry, that was a joke- “
“Yes!” Thor exclaims, looping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side, “This is my daughter!”
“What’re you talking about, man? You’re my coworker!” you shove at his side, “My mom doesn’t even know you personally!”
“My daughter is a wonder in critical thinking, it’s something her uncle taught her,” Thor nods, patting your head, “My daughter is very smart.”
“Wait, really?” the woman pushes her mic closer to your faces.
“Yes!” Thor cheers at the same time you shout, “No!”
“Dad, is this really necessary?”
“Between the divorce and the Blip, I missed too many of your milestones,” Scott muttered, hands on the back of a bike he borrowed from a neighbor, “Now I just have to make up for it.”
You begin pedaling and shortly after you get your balance, Scott shoves you off which, naturally, leads to you falling over. Scott and Hope both rush over to help you up, Hope shaking her head as she speaks,
“You’re supposed to let her catch speed first, Scott.”
“Well, that’s good knowledge for next time,” Scott smiles, turning and pointing over at your sister, “You’re next, Cassie!”
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The first month is a flurry of activity. You are reintroduced to Frigga and Odin, she’s the much warmer of the two, and plan your first trip to Spain for when you get back from your first weekend of work.
You try to get Thor to let you go alone, you don’t need Sif or Bryn to come with you but your protests are ignored and they each pack a weekend bag and join you on the jet. Thor doesn’t come with, which is fine with you all you’re going to be doing all weekend is working.
You’re excited to see Jane again, it’s been so long and it’s not easy staying in touch when you’re on almost opposite time zones. You’ve chatted a few times but it’s not enough. You’re also really excited for her to meet Sif since you’d been so close with Sif before you met Jane you’d told Jane a ton of stories about your time with her.
You know to wait for one of the girls to come and open the door, it’s not a entitlement thing, it’s so they can scan the area for potential threats. Once the door opens you grab your bag and head up to your apartment. You unlock your front door and push it open. Hope is not going to like you having Sif and Bryn around but since you’d been recognized more than once since leaving Asgard there was no convincing them, or Thor, that you’d be fine alone.
“Honey I’m home.” You call and Jane comes out of your room.
“Hi,” you give her a big smile, you’ve missed your friend. Her gaze lands on the two women behind you. “Sorry, Thor insisted I bring my guard and since he’s their boss they wouldn’t listen to me and just ignore him.” You say with a laugh as Jane folds her arms over her chest. “This is Sif and Bryn. Guys this is my best friend Jane.”
“Am I though?”
“You’re best friend? Cuz you certainly haven’t been acting like it Princess.” You recoil like she’s hit you.
“What the hell Jane? I text you like every other night and ask how things are! You’ve been saying good and fine and busy. The one word answers don’t really give me a whole lot to work with here.”
“Well things aren’t good or fine! My funding has fallen apart, we didn’t find a new star and my research assistant up and quit on me. She’s working in some stupid diner now and I’m drowning. And you know where my so called best friend was? Off in Asgard with her Crown Prince husband having the time of her life while mine fell apart!” She screams as tears well in your eyes.
“How am I supposed to know that when you don’t tell me? I’m not a mind reader Jane!”
“You know what. You and your fucking guard can stay here. I’m going to Peter’s.”
“Peter? As in Peter Quill?”
“Yes,” she snaps grabbing her purse from the counter, “we’re dating. Have been for a while now. Not that you’d know that because you’re too fucking busy with your life as a Princess!”
“I thought you thought he sucked!”
“What you want him now too?”
“No! I don’t understand why you do? You said he wasn’t your type!”
“Well, things change I guess. Besides, he was here for me when you weren’t. He’s a good man!”
“He’s a pompous dick!”
“You’d know about pompous wouldn’t you your majesty.”
“Actually, it’s Her Highness. If you’re going to insult me at least get it right.” You snap and with a scream of irritation Jane storms from your apartment and slams the door behind her. After a few moments of silence you wipe your eyes and give Sif and Bryn a small smile.
“I am so sorry.”
“Are you okay?” Sif asks and you nod, you’re not but you don’t really want to talk about it.
“I’m just going to go to bed. We have to be up early tomorrow. I’m assuming I won’t be able to wander around the hospital alone.”
“You’d be correct.” Bryn says softly and you sigh heavily.
“The couch pulls out. Make yourselves at home. Good night.” You tell them going into your room and shutting the door. You hear the two of them talking quietly for a few minutes then it gets quiet. It’s strange having the whole bed to yourself, it feels too empty without Thor.
It honestly feels like your head has just hit the pillow when your alarm goes off. You take a quick shower, grab an energy bar and then head out with both Sif and Bryn on your six.
As predicted Hope is not happy with your tail. She relents because they agree to have one outside in the lobby and the other stay outside whatever room you’re in so it doesn’t break any HIPPA laws. You start your day with Sif and Bryn is out in the lobby, you’re not even a quarter through your day when Sif mumbles to you in Norwegian,
“Thor is asking how you are. He didn’t want to bother you.”
“I’m assuming he knows what happened with Jane last night?” You ask and she looks slightly guilty.
“He told us to keep him in the loop.”
“I’m fine.” You tell her moving into the next room.
She and Bryn swap after your lunch break and the rest of the day goes smoothly. You clock out at eight and as you and Sif wait for Bryn to bring around the car you see several paparazzi taking your picture. Which is to be expected at this point, what you don’t expect is to see Peter Quill standing off to the side of the building. He pops off of the wall and makes his way toward you.
“Peter? What are you doing here?”
“Came to see if what Jane said was true.”
“So you didn’t text me or call me instead you just waited outside?”
“I assumed you’d changed your number.” You don’t respond and Sif asks,
“Do you want me to get rid of him?” In Norwegian.
“It’s fine.” You respond and Peter frowns.
“I didn’t know you spoke another language.”
“I speak several actually, Norwegian, French and Spanish are the three I’m fluent in.”
“Seems there are a lot of things I didn’t know about you.” Here it comes, “like that you’re actually married to that Prince. Thor or whatever. Does he know you were cheating on him? Does your husband the Price of Asgard know we dated?” He asks loudly drawing the attention of several of the photographers who all rush over and start taking pictures of the two of you. Or at least they try, Sif is quick to block you from most of the cameras and usher you into the car that pulls up. She slams the door and before you’re even buckled she’s in the front seat and Bryn is flooring it.
“That fucking asshole!” You yell after getting buckled. You quickly pull out your phone and block Peter’s number but the damage has already been done.
“You should call Thor.” Bryn says as she tries to lose what paparazzi were able to follow you.
“I will later.” You lie as you write out a quick email to Hope letting her know what happened and that you’re still planning on being at work tomorrow. It takes nearly twenty minutes to lose the last of the paparazzi but Bryn doesn’t bring you home.
“Where are we going?”
“Ambassador’s house. It’s safer.”
“No, I want to go home. All of my stuff is there. You lost them.” Both women share a glance before Sif says,
“Doodle it’s not a good idea. He knows where you live too.”
“I have been really, really fucking cool about all of this. So help me god if you don’t take me home I will bail so fucking fast.” You snap and again the two share a glance.
“Fine, but if it becomes to dangerous we bail.”
“Fine. But I get a say in if it’s too dangerous.”
“Fine.” Sif growls and Bryn heads for home. When you get back into your apartment you put your hotel jam into the door so that even though Jane has a key she won’t be able to open the door. You’ve decided not to confront her about what happened with Peter. She told him everything and him calling you out like that was absolute trash but things are bad enough you don’t need to piss her off more. You’re in the bath when your phone rings, you expect to see Thor’s name pop up but instead it’s Hope and your stomach sinks.
“First, are you okay?”
“Yea, upset but I’ll be fine.”
“Okay, so I hate to do this but the board doesn’t think it’s a good idea for you to be working.”
“Are you firing me?”
“More like putting you on temporary leave. Until you and Thor are no longer married.”
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Birthday - 12 October 2003
Age - 18
Name - melody
Ethnicity - Indian/Italian
Where do I live - Boston
Sexual Orientation - female
Pronouns - She/Her
Zodiac - libra
Favorite Colors - pink, purple, white
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loki: what’s up guys, i’m back.
thor: what the- you can’t be here. you’re dead. i literally saw you die.
loki: death is a social construct.
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A Glorious Purpose (Loki x Fem!Reader)
In which Loki watches his future and finds you play a much larger role than he had expected... SPOILERS FOR LOKI SERIES!!! Send any requests my way :) I’ve got some free time and I’m ready to WRITE!
The screen showed a pixelated version of the Avengers… and you. You who he had seen mere hours ago fighting against him, and then whom he had seen two versions of. He had smelled the cologne of the two Tony’s, just as he had beheld the two Y/N’s.
He hadn’t originally noticed you dressed as a guard until he had heard the subtle, yet sharp intake of breath, a breath not all that different from the gasp he had made moments ago when seeing his mother on this damned screen, a gasp of pain. You were clearly older, a scar on your cheek that hadn’t been there mere moments ago at the top of Avengers tower as you had nudged Romanoff with a grin as you settled into the elevator. This older you had locked eyes with him for a fleeting second until being broken apart by the commotion of the Hulk smashing through the stairwell door and sending everyone scrambling.
It had struck him as odd at the time, yes, but he had been preoccupied with other details (such as escaping) rather than wondering why the mighty avengers had decided to play around with time. He’d had only a couple of conversations with you until now, and none of them entirely delightful seeing as you were on opposing sides, and the recognition held in future you’s eyes had unsettled him more than he’d care to say.
Glancing once more at the table before him, Loki pulled out a chair and sat. The round device before him was no more complicated than anything else he’d seen before, and a twist of a knob later, he was skipping through his life on film.
Stop. His mother, dead on the floor. His doing, according to Mobius. A manifestation of the pain and suffering he had been supposedly born to cause. A shuddering breath escaped him.
Twist. Images of Thor and... you for some reason flickered past like voices on the wind, glimpses of some life he had never lived, some life he was meant to live. And Odin, his... well, the closest thing to a father Loki had ever known.
Stop. “I love you, my sons.” He saw himself, an older Loki, beside his father. Another shuddering breath escaped him. My sons… Odin had seen this Loki, this version of him, as his true son. He had not hesitated, had not made him an afterthought behind Thor. Tears welled up in his vision, and try as he may, Loki could not stop them. “Remember this place. Home.” He watched as his father died before his very eyes, saw himself stand beside Thor as brothers once more, united in their grief. He saw You, coming to his side and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Stop. You, kissing him. His hands tangled in your hair. You pull away with a gasp for air, a smile playing on your lips as you trace a delicate hand across his cheek. “You are good, Loki Laufeyson, and you deserve good things.” His future self breaths a small laugh as he shakes his head, placing his hand atop your own. “You are the good in me, my love.”
Stop. Thor, his hair cut and trimmed short, staring at Loki with… love. “Loki, I thought the world of you. I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever.” Loki drew yet another shuddering breath and looked away. Forever.
Stop. You. You, on the Bifrost beside himself, Thor (missing an eye no less), and who appeared to be a Valkyrie from the stories his mother would tell them as children. You, weapon in hand and looking slightly worse for wear, sweat dripping down your face as you shot him a sly grin.
Stop.Thor, a newfound patch on his eye, turning. “Maybe you’re not so bad after all, brother.” A sly grin on his future self’s face as he replied, “Maybe not.” A thanks from Thor, his voice deep and true, “If you were here, I might even give you a hug.” Loki can’t stop the incredulous laugh from leaving his lips as he watches the scene before him. His soft brother, still soft. A quiet response from his future self, “I’m here.” A soft click indicating the opening of a door, laughter from offscreen. Your voice rings out playfully, “Oh please, don’t let me interrupt. I’d like to see this.”
Stop. Himself, panting and suddenly thrusting a knife upwards at Thanos… who makes no movement of defense, a glittering gold gauntlet already adorning his fist. Loki’s smile falls into a grimace as realization strikes him. “Undying?” The giant asks and he hears scraping from the sidelines. A glance of his future self’s eyes turns the screen on you, beaten and bloody, struggling on your knees with a hand of one of Thanos’ children’s clamped tightly over your mouth. Tears fall from your eyes as you flail against their grip, fighting. This future Loki merely nods towards you. Thanos’ voice cuts through the silence. “Undying? You should choose your words more carefully.”
Loki stands to his feet and watches as his future self is lifted into the air by the neck, choked forcefully. He sees himself struggle to no avail, his suffering long and drawn out. His words broken and strained, “You... will never be... a god.” The snap of his neck. His death. Gasping and taking frantic steps back, Loki watches as his brother and you grieve over his body. Thor crying silently while you frantically shake his body, begging him to wake up and come back to you.
An explosion marking the end of the tape. He scoffs, despair and regret boiling up in his chest.
A glorious purpose indeed.
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Loki: You're too late! You'll never stop me now!
Tony: That's where you're wrong, bitch! We will stop you with the powers of:
Natasha and Y/N: Incredible violence.
Thor: And love!
Natasha and Y/N: *Fist bumps*
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“My child is fine”
Your child has an obsession with multiple people and they’re not even real.
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Things The Avengers Are NOT Allowed To Do - part one
a/n: hey guys!! my best friend (@hazydespair / @pitifulbaby and I have teamed up together to bring you Things The Avengers Are Not Allowed To Do. We write these for our own entertainment and hope that you find some hilarity in them, too. Please follow Hazy’s account, as the second part will be published on her Tumblr! Thanks everyone! Enjoy!
• • • •
The Avengers Initiative states,
Upon becoming an Avenger, each party shall read over these guidelines and sign their name, stating that they hereby agree to the terms and conditions of the DO NOT's of being an Avenger. Shall a party break any of these rules, punishment is certain.
1. Bucky and Sam are not allowed to bully Peter while on missions, any other time is free game
2. No calling Bruce Shrek
3. No calling Loki Elsa
4. Scott and Phil are not allowed to sit and gush over Steve Rogers
5. Tony isn’t allowed to draw fake mustaches on Fury's photos
6. You can’t send T’Challa cat toys
7. Don’t ask Fury how many fingers you are putting up
8. Thor isn’t allowed to put his hammer in front of anyone's door
9. No cosplaying each other
10. Thor isn’t allowed to put his hammer in the elevator
11. No using Steves shield as a turtle shell
12. No putting Bucky and Sam in the get along shirt
13. Don’t ask Bucky for a hand
14. Helping Steve cross the road is not helping the elderly
15. Don’t ask Thor how high he can count
16. Don’t steal Peter’s lunch money
17. Don’t let Bucky use Steve's shield as a sled
18. Bucky and Bruce aren’t allowed to listen to heavy metal
19. No telling Thor that Jane dumped him, it makes him ‘salty’
20. Please don’t show up at Peter Parker's place of work or school
21. Don’t call Natasha momma spider and Peter baby spider
22. No more calling Tony, Tony Stank
23. Scott isn’t allowed to have insect fights with Peter
24. No asking Vision how his vision is
25. Stop asking Nick what is in his wallet
26. Don’t put a metal detector against Bucky's arm
27. Sam and Clint aren’t allowed to make bird noises at each other
28. Please stop putting googly eyes on pictures of Nick Fury
29. Please don’t take Thor to Halloween horror nights
30. Tony isn’t allowed to move the furniture slightly to the left so Pietro will run into it
LINK TO PART TWO -> Things The Avengers Are NOT Allowed To Do pt. 2
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Eye For An Eye
pairing: mob!bucky barnes x barnes!wife!reader // mob!bucky barnes x mistress!dolores // mob!thor odinson x barnes!wife!reader
summary: you come home one night to find bucky in bed with another woman. after threatening divorce, he begs for your forgiveness and tells you he'll do anything. he should’ve known to always be careful with what you wish for.
word count: 6.6k
warnings: angst, bucky is a scumbag, infidelity, use of pet names, daddy kink, mentions of divorce, mentions of murder, smut, use of restraints, forced cuckholding, sub!bucky?, oral (m/f receiving), fingering, choking, spanking, unprotected sex, cream pie, happy endings for some !!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!!
notes: this is my submission for @ambrosiase 'the hotel indigo' writing challenge. it starts off really angsty, but it turns very smutty. hope you enjoy ! 💗
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room: the honeymoon suite ❦ room service: mobster
You weren’t supposed to witness this. You were never supposed to see your husband of 7 years, laying in your marital bed, fucking another woman. Hearing him call her the pet name that you thought was reserved only for you, while he drove his hips into her. The way ‘sweet plum’ rolled off his tongue with unwavering ease made you nauseous at the revelation.
You should’ve immediately known something was up when you entered your Manhattan townhouse that evening. The apprehensive looks you picked up on from the assigned security details should’ve alerted you that something was wrong, but you ignored it, desperately trying to reconnect with your other half.
Being away from your husband for 2 weeks, while on vacation with you sister, made you stir crazy due to not having Bucky near you. It was with unfortunate, yet fortunate luck that landed you here due to your sibling getting sick with food poisoning; the event resulting in your month-long planned trip being cut short.
Loading into the elevator and clicking on the master floor, glee filled your body as you ascended the 3 flights up. But the second those doors opened up, dread took its place.
The first thing you noticed was the stray high heel; the item was 6-inches and hot pink, a stark difference to your usual choices. The shoe started the trail of strewn articles of clothing that led to your shared bedroom.
Following the string of garments, taking steady steps, you heard the familiar moans of your husband. His deep grunts were distinct, rich and gruff, the acclimated sounds were already implanted in your hippocampus.
Pairing his groans of pleasure were the squeaks of a woman. Hers were shrill, the piercing yelps already causing a headache to form. All you heard were the over exaggerated pleas of a wanna-be pornstar escaping the confines of your bedroom.
Though you had heard the infidelity, nothing could have prepared you for the sight of it unfolding before your eyes.
Bucky had the long haired redhead bent at his will. His large palms pressed her thighs back to where her knees touched the sheets, no doubt causing a burn to run through her legs.
His hips proceeded to rut into her, the sounds of slapping skin bouncing off the walls. You watched as their eyes were trained on each other, a slight smile adorned both faces as they moaned out.
“Fuck sweets, you feel so good taking my cock,” Bucky swore at the woman underneath him, “You like Daddy’s dick tearing you apart, don’t you?” Her yelps of desire were an acceptable response to the brunette.
You stood there for a while, not able to tear your eyes away from their motions. 7 years of marriage down the drain, 7 years of love and tenderness thrown out the window. So caught up with misery, you didn’t realize you had started crying; but the pair did.
Removing himself, Bucky jumped up and grabbed his crumpled boxers off the floor and quickly pulled the material up his legs. “Sweetheart, this isn’t what it looks like, I swear.”
A dry chuckle boomed in your stream of consciousness. It was honestly amusing to think that a idiotic line like that would excuse his actions, yet he said it anyway as if you didn’t just watch him be balls deep in someone other than you, his wife. You continued to stand there, mute, as your thoughts ran wild.
“(Y/N), baby please,” the man pleaded, staring deep into your eyes, “Just hear me out.”
Not wanting to listen to any lame excuse he could try and conjure up, you brushed past him and towards the walk in closet, avoiding his insisting eye contact. Following in tow, he watched as you grabbed a suitcase and started stuffing as much of your wardrobe in the travel bag.
“Wait- wait hey, (Y/N). What are you doing? Where are you going?”
You filled your bag with your clothes and grabbed a carry on, side stepping your husband yet again and heading into your combined bathroom.
“Please, baby, I’m sorry. It didn’t mean anything, just look at me and let me explain.”
Bucky stared at your rigid frame. You did everything in your power to not pay him any mind and it broke him.
He knows he shouldn’t feel bad, he brought this upon himself.
Being the leader of the Barnes Family Syndicate, it was always expected of him to have a wife and a mistress. His father had one, as did his grandfather and so on and so forth.
When he met you, he realized he didn’t want to follow in his family’s footsteps of infidelity so he maintained his devotion to you. But dealing with constant teasing from fellow heads of families of how whipped he was, and how he wasn’t a ‘real man’, made his resolve slowly weaken.
So the day you left for Tahiti with your sister, he thought what better time than then.
He had gone to his best friend’s, Sam, nightclub and that’s where he met Dolores. A pretty little thing, with flowing red hair. She had caught his eye as she danced on the crowded floor. Bucky watched as her hips glided to the beat. The skirt of her dress rose due to her actions, enticing him even more.
An hour later, he had her pinned down in the backseat of his town car. His motions caused the vehicle to rock back and forth as it stayed parked on the sidewalk.
After the moment, he was filled with a tremendous amount of pride. He had lived up to the family name, following in his fathers footsteps. But once his driver, Peter, climbed into the front seat and looked at him through the partition with shame, his bones were riddled with mortification.
He had broken his sacred vows. ‘To love and to cherish’ were burned away as the sweaty redhead laid next to him, stroking the damp hair away from his forehead.
But the ridiculing words from the other syndicate leaders flowed back into his mind, pushing the guilt he felt away. So he ordered Peter to drive him back to your shared home and rolled the barrier up, avoiding the young man's piercing gaze.
Bucky should’ve never acted on the words of his colleagues, because he knew how much they loathed that he got someone as beautiful as you.
It was no secret that you were out of his league. The moment he saw you enter the crime disguised butcher shop, he knew he had to have you.
Your beauty made everyone stop and stare, it caused him to lose friends and colleagues due to their own lustful desires directed towards you. That’s why he married you only after 6 months of dating, to make sure that he could never lose you.
Yet here he was, wearing only a pair of boxers while you packed up your belongings after watching him have an affair, his nightmare coming to life.
You continued with your actions, making sure you had every item of your beauty regime packed away. Collecting your belongings, you began to make your way out of the room before Bucky’s booming voice rang out.
“Jesus Christ (Y/N), just look at me! Talk to me! Say something!”
Frozen in spot, you felt 2 pairs of eyes on your back. One from the redhead who stayed tucked under the covers, and the other from your husband.
You cleared your throat, removing the bile that had built up there upon your revelation. With your back still towards the pair, you found the courage to speak. “How long?”
“Listen sweet plum-” he began, but was quickly cut off by your sharp voice.
“I asked you, how long?”
With a sigh, he revealed to you the horrible truth, “Since the night that you left with your sister.”
A broken sob shot through your being. He couldn’t even wait a day without your presence for him to go and find someone else.
Wiping away the stray tears that escaped your eyes, you picked up your suitcase, slung the carryon over your shoulder and made your way out of the home, making sure to grab the luggage you had forgotten when you first arrived.
You didn’t bother taking the elevator, not wanting to be stuck in the small space with the cheater so you descended the stairs, bags in tow.
Bucky’s apologetic pleas followed you down the steps and out the front door, the security that were posted avoided the unfolding scene like the plague.
Stepping out onto the city sidewalk, you raised your hand to hail a taxi, desperately trying to escape the begging man standing only in his underwear.
“Please baby, she means nothing to me. I got so caught up in the guy's words that I felt like I had to do it. But it meant nothing, it won’t happen again. I promise you.”
You ignored his sorrow-filled confession as you watched the yellow cab pull in front of you. The driver could sense the tense energy and popped the trunk, staying in the safety of his vehicle and not wanting to mess with the well-known mobster.
Lugging the heavy cases into the trunk, you closed the lid and entered the backseat.
Before the driver could pull away, you rolled down the window and finally locked eyes with the brunette.
Bucky watched as a smile found your lips, and he began to feel hopeful. But the words that left your lips next shattered his aspirations.
“The next time you hear from me will be from my lawyer. I’m filing for divorce.”
And with that, Bucky watched as the cab drove away along with his self-sabotaged marriage.
It had been 3 weeks of radio silence from you and Bucky was an absolute mess. He tried to call you, visit your family and friends, and even used his connections with the NYPD. He did everything in his power to talk to you but you had ignored all efforts of communication.
His empire was slowly collapsing, due to his queen running away. He never admitted it, but the reason he had become so powerful over the years was due to you.
The effect you had on business partners and clientele gave him a leg up in the competition; everyone desperate to be in your presence, in any way shape or form.
Now with you not by his side, he was crumbling. His usual attire of 3 piece tailored suits were replaced with stained t-shirts and baggy sweats. Bucky’s hair was typically kept neat, not a strand out of place, but now it had become unruly, matching the scraggly beard he had developed.
During those 3 weeks, the brunette managed to drink through a plethora of liquor bottles. Finishing off every glass in hopes that it would somehow bring you back, but to no avail.
That night when you left, he threw Dolores onto the street, treating her like the trash that he should’ve when she started flirting with him that night at the club; ignoring the obvious wedding band on his left hand.
Unfortunately he couldn’t escape the sex-filled odor of his actions that soaked the bedroom, so he had it deep cleaned. The action was supposed to make him feel better, but it only made it worse when he realized that the sweet smell of your usual vanilla and caramel perfume was gone.
Bucky spent most days crying on your side of the bed, grasping onto a forgotten sweater of yours that had traces of your scent ingrained in the fabric.
Meanwhile, a few miles south in Greenwich Village, you sat in the office of Stephen Strange, a reputable divorce attorney.
It took a while before you were able to conjure up the courage to step foot into his office. But today you felt better than the days prior, finally wanting to get it all over with.
“So you don’t want any of the houses or the cars. You’re fine with just alimony?” he questioned, his coiffed hair bounced as he turned his head to the side watching you.
“Yes, just alimony, he can keep everything else. I don’t want anything else tied to him.”
He nodded along to your answer. He knew who your soon-to-be ex-husband was, but wasn’t scared of him. The Strange family had their own notoriety that made them a formidable opponent so he wasn’t worried about any backlash.
“So did you want to fi-,” his question cut short at the ring of your cell phone, the 17th time ever since you sat down less than an hour ago.
Growing tired of the nuisance ringing, you angrily picked up the phone, “Did I not say that the next time you’d hear from me would be from a lawyer? Or were you too busy thinking about your side pieces cunt to listen to what I had to say?”
You heard the sounds of a broken man wailing into your ear, the noise making your eyes roll.
“Please baby, I can’t do this without you. I’m so goddamn sorry. Just please give me one more chance.”
Your chest rose as you took a deep sigh, rubbing your temples in the process. “James, you couldn’t even wait 24 hours until I left the country for you to fuck somebody else. How the hell am I supposed to trust you? How do I know this was just a one time thing and you haven’t been making me look stupid for years?”
Stephen slyly listened as you yelled into your device, half-focusing on the papers in front of him.
Bucky had never heard you call him by his first name the entirety of your relationship, only addressing him with pet names. The government name sounded foreign, your tone filled with rage, as it ran off your tongue.
“Please sweetheart, it was only the one. I promise you. I can’t tell you how sorry I am, I feel like shit. I can’t sleep knowing that you’re not here anymore.”
You looked up at the ceiling, trying to maintain composure so that you didn’t cause a scene in the office space. “It’s kind of hard to believe you, considering the fact that I probably would’ve never found out if I didn’t come home early from my vacation.”
Bucky’s tears started to flow freely, he felt like he was in a nightmare that he couldn’t wake up from. “Please (Y/N). I’ll do anything. Anything you want I’ll do, just please give me one more chance.”
The LED lights hanging from overhead, caught the pear cut diamond of your engagement ring. The unplanned action gathering your attention to the 40 carat jewel.
You sat there as your mind raced, pondering all possibilities when one particular thought came to the forefront of your mind. “Anything, huh? You’ll do anything I say?”
Bucky sat up from the plush bed, hopefulness rushing through him like a tidal wave. “Yes doll, anything. You name it, it’s done.”
A smile decorated your face, “Alright. Remember our first anniversary, we stayed in the honeymoon suite at The Hotel Indigo? Meet me there tomorrow night, 8:45.”
You ended the call before you could hear his response. Pulling up your text messages, you scrolled until you found the desired contact. You typed in a message, detailing your plan before sending it off.
Once you were finished, you met the questioning eyes of your lawyer.
“Well, as I was saying,” his voice laced with interest, “Did you want to file the papers or did you want to hold off on them?”
Bucky had arrived at the hotel ahead of schedule, but waited in the car, not wanting to arrive earlier than expected and ruin his chance of gaining you back.
He made sure to look his best. Getting his haircut and beard shaved, dressing in that black sleek suit with the red floral patterned shirt that he knew you loved so much.
It was 5 minutes until the designated time when he climbed out the vehicle and made his way into the lobby and towards the elevator. His intimidating presence alone made the hotel's occupants stop in their tracks and shy away from the mobster.
Once he climbed up the appropriate level, he nervously walked down the hall and towards the honeymoon suite. The sight of the door bringing back a flood of memories of the night they shared all those years ago.
His ringed hand knocked on the hardwood door, the sound echoing throughout the empty hall. When you opened it, he was met with a sight he never expected to see that evening.
You had donned a red lingerie set. The cups of your bra elevated your breasts, your ass was accentuated with a lace thong. There was a matching garter on your waist, the straps of it leading and connecting to a pair of mesh stockings; the feature allowed your freshly painted white toes to shine through.
You looked absolutely delectable and Bucky could’ve came in his pants right then and there if he didn’t control himself.
“Come on in,” you stated, your voice seemed devoid of emotion as you walked back into the room.
Bucky followed as he watched you sit down on the creme colored silk sheets, your manicured hand pointing to the placed chair in front of the bed. “Sit.”
Listening to your orders, he immediately sat down in the seat directly across from you.
“(Y/N), baby I can explain. I-”
His pleas were instantly cut short at the raise of your index finger, the simple action shutting him up.
“I’m not here to listen to your excuses. You said that you would do anything, right? Anything, and you’d do it without question?”
Bucky nodded along, not even noticing the smirk on your face or the honeyed tone from your lips. He was beyond desperate to get you back. “Yes sweetheart. I can’t lose you.”
You smiled at him, content with his answer. A few seconds later there was a knock at the door. “Oh, that must be room service.”
You sauntered to the door, trying not to seem too excited at the expected guest. Once you unlocked the door, you were met with the 6’6” Adonis himself.
“What the fuck are you doing here Thor?” Bucky yelled, furious that he was interrupting his personal moment and also due to the fact that he has now seen you in such an intimate way.
The blonde chuckled, the noise was guttural and mocking, as he made his way into the suite carrying a plastic bag. It’s evident contents pierced through the plastic. “Hello James. Lovely weather we are having tonight.”
Bucky stood up, getting into the blondes face, “I don’t know what you’re doing here, but you need to get the fuck out now. You’re not welcomed here.”
“Actually he is. I invited him.”
Your confession had his eyes darting back and forth between you two, disbelief overwhelmed him. “Wh- what are you talking about (Y/N)?”
You made your way back to the bed, kneeling as the silk fabric caressed your legs. “Well, you said anything. And well, I realized that you won’t experience true pain, true heartbreak unless you feel what I felt that evening. So, you’re going to sit in that chair and watch as I let Thor fuck me.”
You couldn’t deny the fact that you found the blonde attractive. From his massive stature to his raucous and smokey voice that only accentuated his deep accent. You would always catch his wandering blue eyes whenever he came to visit for the weekly syndicate meetings. And though the thought of actually acting upon the urges never crossed your mind, you did always wonder what it would be like to lay with the Norse god-like man.
So when Bucky informed you yesterday that he would act on anything you desired, your first thought went to him. After scheduling the meet, you found Thor’s saved contact and told him about your plan. How you wanted to get back at your cheating, scumbag husband in the worst way possible.
You weren’t expecting him to agree so suddenly, his accepting response sent in not even 2 minutes after. He even said he would bring a special something to make sure everything went according to plan.
Which brings you back to this unfolding moment.
Bucky’s lips sputtered like a fish out of water, trying to form a sentence but was completely flabbergasted. “W- why him? Why this? Isn’t there anything else, something else I can do to prove how sorry I am?”
“The only way you’ll know what it feels like to watch your spouse fuck somebody else, is to actually watch them fuck somebody else. So it’s this way or the highway, take your pick.”
Bucky stood there and weighed his options. The thought of another man touching what was his made bile rise in his throat. But if letting Thor fuck you just this once would guarantee that he wouldn’t lose you, then that’s the price he would have to pay for his actions.
With a heavy sigh, he nodded his head. “Fine, if this is what I have to sit through I’ll do it. I’ll do anything to get you back, doll.”
Thor clapped his hands together, the mighty sound rang in your ears. “Perfect, now we will just need one more thing before we get this party started.”
Reaching into the hardware store bag, the man produced a lengthy amount of rope.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing with that?” screeched the brunette.
Thor looked at you, silently asking for approval, and was grateful that you nodded to his request.
“This is to make sure you do not get up and try to stop me. Or punch me. It’s for both actually.”
Bucky looked at you, silently pleading to stop this madness but you looked at him with daring eyes, trying to see if he actually wanted you as much as he cried out.
Knowing that his efforts were going nowhere, he sighed and made his way to the chair, sitting down and resting his arms on the wooden rests.
You watched as Thor securely tied him to the chair, tightly restraining every part of Buckys’ body, making sure there was no chance of a sudden escape.
Satisfied with his handiwork, he made his way to the bed, staring down at you. “Oh my dove, I have wanted to do so many things to you the second I met you. He is a fucking imbecile to stray away from a goddess like you.”
His intense gaze and pet name had you giggling, you felt heat rise up your body and warm your face.
“You better not even think about cumming inside of her!” Bucky interjected, his arms testing out the durability of the knots.
The two of you, lost in each other’s embraces, ignored the pleas of the restrained man.
“I am going to make you feel like a queen amongst men when I’m finished with you little one.”
And with that, the blondes hand latched onto your throat, dragging you to your feet to stand in front of Bucky.
With your back pressed against his front, Thor’s hands glided across your body. His rough and large hands were a stark contrast to the soft, suppleness of your frame.
A breathy sigh left you at the stimulation as he continued to massage your body. His warm palms cupped your breasts through your bra, fondling the fleshy mounds while his thumbs stroked your covered nipples. “Oh, Thor.”
All the blonde could do was smile at his dream come true unfolding. He had a crush on you the moment he saw you enter the meeting room of your shared home with Bucky years ago. Dressed in a pair of tight leggings and a crop top, he could barely contain the desire that flooded his being at the sight of you.
So he did everything in his power to break the two of you up, even joining in on the other leader's tirades of convincing the brunette to cheat.
When he heard that you had uncovered the truth he was overjoyed, even more so when he got that glorious text from you yesterday.
So he here was, groping and fondling your body with the grace that you deserved.
“That’s it love, just relax,” he purred in your ear.
Reaching behind and unclasping your bra, he removed the lace material to unveil you to him. Turning you to the side, he bent down a tad to take your left nipple into his mouth. His taut tongue swirling around your hardening peak made you press your chest deeper into the man as your back arched.
With your tit in his mouth, he occupied his hands by grabbing handfuls of your ass, relishing in the soft feel of them. Bringing a hand up, he collided his palm with your flesh, a loud spanking noise ringing out. The feeling of the metal rings he wore imprinting your ass made you lewdly moan into the air.
Your hands grasped the sides of his face, pulling him up to tower back over you. With his suit jacket in your hands, you began to strip him of his attire; starting with his jacket, unbuttoning his dress shirt, and finally removing his belt out of the metal clasp and pulling the leather out of the belt loops.
Looking deep into his eyes, you sank to your knees, tugging his slacks down in the process. Thor’s bulge was prominent through the thin pair of black briefs he wore, his hard on pleading to be free from its confines.
With your hands in the waistband of his briefs, you tugged them down his long legs, only stopping until you heard the thunderous noise of his heavy cock smacking against his abdomen.
You looked up at his manhood with your mouth agape and eyes bulged. Buckys’ cock was big, but Thors’ was huge.
The red mushroom tip was heavily leaking precum, the secretion already sliding down his stomach. His length was thick and veiny and his balls were heavy, the sight making you salivate.
Reaching up, grasping the base of him, his girth only allowing you to circle half of it. Thor sighed in relief at the feel of your soft hand easing his ache. “Ahh, you see what you do to me my love?”
Thor watched you look up at him as you took his head into your mouth, sucking and lapping up his precum.
You knew due to his girth it was going to be tough to take it down your throat, but you were determined to consume as much of him as possible.
Pulling away, you spit on his cock and begin rubbing to get it slick before shoving it back into your mouth.
“Oh yes, little one. Such a perfect mouth of yours.”
You could only take a third of him but you stroked what you couldn’t with your hands.
Bucky sat and watched as you pleasured the blonde, his heart breaking in the process. He knew that his punishment had only just begun but he didn’t know if he could handle watching anymore of it.
Thor grabbed onto the top of your head so that way you could look your husband in the eyes. He bucked into your mouth, the tip of him poking into your cheek and extending the fleshy muscle. “How in the world could you ever stray from a perfect little mouth like this one James? Feels like fucking heaven.”
His taunting words had the brunette tug at the binds, desperate to remove him from you.
“Now as much as I am enjoying your tongue,” the blonde began as he removed you from him, “I need a taste of your sweet cunt.”
Pulling you up by under your shoulders, he lifted you onto the bed. He wasted no time in ripping your thong to shreds before diving in tongue first.
“Oh fuck yes!”
You felt his tongue dart through your slick lips, tasting every crevice of your core before sucking on your clit. The action made your back arch and your cunt press more into his mouth.
Thor placed his left hand on your stomach, pushing down to restrain you. With his right, he pushed his middle and ring finger into your sopping heat. Every push and pull of his digits caused the fire to bloom in your core. Your juices leaked out and soaked his face and ringed hand, making the metal glisten under the light.
He felt your walls tighten and spasm, your impending orgasm evident. Thor sped up his motions with his hand and applied more pressure to your mound with his tongue until he felt your juices squirt out and a loud moan ring in the air. “God- fuck!”
The blonde finger fucked you through your release, until you were a panting mess. Removing his fingers he placed them in his mouth, sucking off your essence and making sure to be loud enough for the tied man to hear him. “You taste absolutely divine, my dove.”
Thor’s cock bobbed at the sight before him; your body spread out as your eyes were hooded, rising chest, and swollen cunt. You were a sight for sore eyes.
Even though you had just experienced an orgasm, you desperately wanted more so you reached out to him with grabby hands directed towards his cock. The action caused a booming laugh to escape him.
“Needy little thing I see,” Thor taunted, “I guess you needed a real man to show you how it’s done.”
All that flashed through Bucky's mind were thoughts of murdering the blonde with his bare hands. “You’re lucky you tied me to this fucking chair otherwise you’d be dead on the floor already.”
Thor ignored his threats as he pulled you up and into him, your legs wrapped around his waist. He carried you until he was right in front of the brunette. Placing you down on the floor, he manhandled your body until you were bent down, your hands holding onto Bucky’s forearms with your face directly in front of his.
He held the base of his cock, using it to run through your folds and getting it slick with your essence.
“Here little one. Let me show you how it feels to actually be fucked.”
A sharp yelp turned moan ripped through you at the sudden intrusion. Thor's cock filled you up in crevices of your cunt that you didn't know you had. He wasn't even fully sheathed inside of you and yet you felt so full. “Ahh- oh god.”
“Fucking hell princess, such a tight cunt,” spoke Thor through battered breaths.
With the compromising position you were in, Bucky felt every sharp breath leave your lips and waft over his face. Every buck of the blonde's hips pushed your frame into his. He watched your eyes roll back into your skull due to ecstasy. Ecstasy that, for the first time in your marriage, he wasn’t the cause of.
“Yes Thor, fuck, just like that.”
You felt the man behind grab onto your hips and pummel inside of you. You felt every ridge of his cock drag against your spasming walls.
The pace he had set was brutal, making you feel how badly he wanted- needed this.
Thor needed to show you what true bliss felt like. He needed to show you how you didn’t need the pathetic excuse of a man in front of you. And more importantly, he needed to show Bucky how much of a dumbass he was for thinking he needed anyone else but you.
He pulled out of you, much to your dismay, before trudging you back to the bed. He sat down on the edge and maneuvered your body to where your back was pressed against him once again while your legs were spread out on either side of his thighs. The position left you bare to the restrained man, allowing him to watch everything that was about to be performed to your soaked cunt.
Thor moved your right arm to sling across his shoulders, allowing the two of you to watch your victim. With both hands on your waist, he raised your body up and sunk you down on his shaft. A content sigh came from you both.
“You feel so warm my dove,” he cooed only loud enough for you to hear, “I could get used to this pussy wrapped around my cock for the rest of my days.”
You moaned at his statement while locking eyes with Bucky.
He unwillingly sat there and watched Thor piston into you. His sharp thrusts continuously impaled you as he matched them by bringing your hips down, creating a sweet tempo.
By the feel of your channel tightening around his cock, he could tell your second orgasm of the night was imminent.
Moving a hand down to your cunt, he rubbed taut circles to your numb, drawing a frenzied cry from you. “Oh yes! Fuck yes, please don’t stop!”
He laughed at your unadulterated request, “Would not dream of such a thing.”
Your head flew back in ecstasy as he continued fucking into you while rubbing on your clit, the pleasure becoming all-consuming.
“Look up,” Thor ordered you, “Look at your husband. Look how pathetic he looks as he watches his wife getting properly fucked. He cannot tear his eyes away from your delicious cunt. Poor bastard even has a hardon at the glorious sight of you taking every inch of me.”
And it was true. Even though Bucky hated the scene in front of him, he couldn’t deny the fact that it had him hot and bothered. The way your breasts bounced and the sounds of his- your squelching pussy had him in a daze.
Thor proceeded with his actions until he heard a mighty shout from you. “Yes- yes I’m cumming!”
He felt your cunt squeeze the life out of him as your juices soaked his cock and thighs. His thrusts began to dwindle down, trying to stave off his own release.
You felt like jelly against the mass of muscle pressed into your back. The two orgasms you experienced felt better than anything Bucky had ever given you in your 7 years of marriage.
Sensing your exhaustion, Thor slung his arm around your torso, keeping you upright. With you secure in his arm, he stood up and walked you around the side of the bed, then crawling onto the mattress. He flipped you onto your back causing you to stare back at him.
He maneuvered his hips until his dick caught onto your hole before slowly sinking in, your warmth engulfing him yet again. “Princess, you're going to be the death of me,” Thor spoke through clenched teeth, making you giggle.
With this new position came a new pace. What began as brutal and quick thrusts turned into slow and deep ones. He made sure to make you feel every ridge and every inch of him. The curve of his dick made your walls flutter around him, the stimulation driving the you two wild.
The both of your foreheads were pressed against each other, your eyes locked in as you savored the moment together.
So lost in the moment, you forgot all about Bucky sitting there watching. So far gone that you didn't register him crying.
Bucky had never thought he could feel true heartbreak until then. When he first got with Dolores, he thought about the off chance of you finding out, but he thought the revelation would be something you would be able to get over.
But sitting there, watching the love of his life being pleasured beyond belief by another man, he finally knew what you felt that evening when you walked in on him.
His chest was hot and heavy as agony filled it, tears fell down his face, and his whole body shook due to quiet sobs. “Please, please (Y/N). I get it. Just please stop.”
The pleas of the broken man fell on deaf ears as you and Thor were lost in your own world. The heavy weight of his large frame was comforting as he slowly drove into you. His hot breath warmed up your face as he looked down at you, his eyes filled with both lust and admiration.
“Who does this pussy belong to, my love?” He quietly questioned, directed only to you.
“It's yours Thor. It's all yours.”
With a content smile, he leant down and connected his lips with yours. His kisses were hungry, desperate even. Thor etched the comforting feel of your lips against his own in his mind.
Your mouth opened, giving the blonde the chance to slither his tongue into you. The wet feel of his tongue massaging your own, paired with his leisurely thrusts brought you to a blissful stupor.
You were both close, your breathy moans signaling your impending third orgasm were swallowed by the man above you.
Though his thrusts were still languid, Thor added a bit more power to them. His soft head repeatedly nudging your g-spot. Every impact from his cock made you lose a bit of reality as your core began to bloom.
“Cum in me,” you breathed into his mouth, “Cum in me and I’m all yours.”
With your blissful words filling his head, he delivered a few more passionate thrusts into your heat until you both came with a shout.
Even though you were blissed out beyond belief, you felt Thor’s cock pump and coat your walls with his cum. Heavy amounts of his seed spilled out from your battered cunt, sliding down and staining the sheets below.
His thrusts continued but were slowed, all of his focus still on molding his lips to yours, drinking in the heavenly taste of you.
Once he had completely emptied himself inside of you, he removed his lips from yours and smiled. “You are mine forever, little dove. I’m not letting anyone take you away from me.”
You looked up at him with a dopey smile and eyelids heavy with lust. It was at that moment that you heard the sobs coming from Bucky.
Looking to the side, you watched as the brunettes head was down as he cried out, but quickly returned your attention to the man above.
“Take me home Thor.”
The blonde removed himself from you to search for his clothes. Picking up the stray material of his dress shirt, he waited for you to sit up before dressing you in it.
“Wait,” Bucky interjected, “What are you doing?”
With shaky legs, you got up from the mattress and went to the bedside table where a manila folder had been sitting; your cum dripping down your thighs and onto the bedroom carpet. Picking up the packet, you walked in front of Bucky and placed it, as well as your wedding ring, on his lap.
“Here are the divorce papers,” you avowed, “Make sure to sign them right away.”
Once he had put back on the remainder of his clothes, Thor went and picked you up bridal style and headed towards the door, leaving your now ex-husband to reflect by his lonesome.
“B-but you said-” the brunette bewailed, his eyes bloodshot and full of tears.
Looking over at the man, you laughed, “Did you really think you could have your cake and eat it too? That’s not how it works James. Have a nice life, I hope she was worth it.”
And with that, Thor whisked you away, down the hotel and towards the awaiting car, leaving the broken man tied to the chair.
Bucky was now a shattered being. Though part of him felt pure rage, his emotions were more consumed with grief. He had lost the greatest thing to ever happen to him, all because of his stupid desires.
So he unwillingly sat there, tears flowing uncontrollably as he wallowed in his self pity, regretting all of his choices knowing that he had now just lost you forever.
A/N: whew, this was a hot concept. i absolutely love cheating fics for some reason but i hate it when they make reader get back together with them, so decided to change that.
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Bruce: How would you rate your pain?
Bruce: How- Your arm is literally going the wrong way-
Y/N: As in 0/10 would not recommend
Y/N: Very not Gucci, does not slap, no thanks.
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You go out into your living room. “We’re going home.”
“What?” Sif asks looking up from her phone.
“The hospital won’t allow me to work until Thor and my annulment is over so there’s no point in being here.”
“You don’t want to see any family?”
“My dad is still working, he and my mom are in Japan so I wouldn’t see them anyway. Jane was the only other person I really wanted to see and you saw how that turned out.”
“We can go whenever you want. The jet is at the airfield we just have to call in the crew.”
“Will you please? I want to go as soon as possible.”
“Call Thor.” Bryn says and you frown, “honestly he’s driving me crazy. Please just call him.”
“Fine!” You go back into your room and drop down onto the bed then video call him.
“Hi Elskede.” He says softly, he looks like he’s just woken up and when you look at your watch you realize for him it is nearly six am and that Bryn is a liar.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve waited. I forgot about the time difference.”
“No it’s okay. You look upset.” You nod then promptly burst into tears. “Oh Elskede.” He soothes and it just brings on more tears. You spill everything, how horrible Jane was and how it made you feel like such a shitty friend even though you’d done your best to reach out. How Peter had made a huge deal about you and Thor being married and practically screamed it to the paparazzi who you’re sure are going to sell it to the rest of the world. Then you tell him about work and how all you wanted to do was take care of sick kids.
“What can I do to help?” Thor asks as you finish explaining the last 24 hours to him.
“When I get home I really want a hug.” You tell him and he laughs softly.
“Elskede, that’s the least I can do. Anything you want.”
“Honestly that’s it. You’ve let me vent and cry and now all I want is one of those bone crushing hugs you used to give me.”
“I’m sure I’ll think of something.” You tease your mood already brighter. Someone knocks on your door, “come in?”
“Sorry to interrupt.” Sif says, “the jet can be ready before midnight.” You glance at the time and nod.
“That works for me.” You tell her glancing over at your almost completely packed bag.
“You’re sure you don’t want to stay longer Elskede?”
“Positive.” He nods and you lay back on your pillow. You’re still chatting with him when a loud noise from out in the living room catches your attention.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” You lay the phone down and climb off your bed then open your bedroom door.
“Is everything okay?”
“Dr. Foster is attempting to gain access.” Bryn tells you, you notice the gun in her hand but don’t say anything.
“We don’t know.” You sigh and move toward the door but Sif stops you.
“Are you sure you want to do this again?”
“Yea.” You pull out the stop then open the door.
“What the hell. Why wouldn’t the door open.”
“Didn’t know if you told Peter where I lived or not and if he had a key.”
“He came to my work Jane. Screamed about how I was married to a prince and how you’d told him everything. Just loud enough for the paparazzi to hear.”
“And I’m sure that’s all my fault.”
“Hell yea it is! I asked you to keep that to yourself!”
“I don’t keep secrets from my boyfriend.”
“Just your best friend then huh.” You snap and she glares at you.
“I just came to get some of my shit.”
“You know what? Just keep the fucking place. Thanks to your boyfriend I don’t have a job here anymore and Asgard and Thor already feel more like home than this fucking city does anyways.” You sneer before turning on your heel and heading back to your room. You grab your bag, shove the few things you took out back into it then grab your phone.
“I’ll call you back.”
“Elskede.” Thor starts before you hang up on him.
“Lose my number until you lose the shit attitude.” You tell Jane before blowing past her Sif and Bryn hot on your heels. When you get downstairs you’re horrified by the amount of press outside your place.
“Can we take you to the embassy now?”
“Fine.” You agree and the two women flank you on either side then hurry you out the door. The paparazzi start screaming the second they realize it’s you but you keep a passive face, you don’t look at them and you follow Sif and Bryn’s directions to the car. When you pull away some of the paparazzi follow you but Bryn easily loses them.
When you pull up to the embassy it Bryn hardly slows down. The gates swing open for you and slowly shut behind you while two guards block the drive. When the car stops Sif opens the door and you climb out then follow her into the embassy.
“Your Highness, welcome! I’m Tyr, the ambassador. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He’s a burly older man with a long white beard and shoulder length white hair.
“Thank you for allowing us to spend a couple of hours here. It’s much appreciated.”
“Of course your Highness. Is there anything I can get you?”
“No thank you.” You tell him as your phone starts to ring, you’re not surprised to see that it’s Thor. “Excuse me the Crown Prince is calling.” He nods and you step away putting the phone to your ear.
“Just wanted to check in. Did you make it to the embassy okay?”
“Yea, I’m just ready to be home.”
“It’s been weird without you here Elskede.”
“Can we do a long weekend when I get back? Before Spain?”
“That should be fine, where do you want to go?”
“Surprise me.” You tell him and he hums softly.
“I have to go though Elskede. I’ll see you when you get back. Have a safe flight.”
“Okay, bye.” You hang up then join Sif, Bryn and Tyr again.
“Everything alright?” Sif asks and you nod.
“If you have things to do you don’t need to host us. We’ll just be here for a couple hours.”
“Are you sure Your Highness?” You nod, “is there anything I can get you first?” You glance over at Sif and Bryn but both shake their heads.
“We’re good. Thank you.” He nods again then leaves the three of you in the sitting room.
You read for a couple of hours then head back out to the car and to the airfield. You sleep for most of the flight then take a quick shower and change just before landing. The ride to the palace feels like it’s hours long but when you get there Thor comes bounding out of the building and yanks open your door. You scurry out of the car and into his waiting arms. Thor holds you tightly to him, his chin rests on the top of your head and you let out all the tension you didn’t know you were carrying with a long slow breath.
“I’m so glad you’re home safe Elskede.” He murmurs into your hair.
“I’m glad I’m home too.” You tell him not moving from his embrace as people move around you. “I knew that this was exactly what I needed.” He chuckles softly but doesn’t move, god you’ve never felt so content, so protected, safe and happy.
“We have a meeting with the judge tomorrow then we can go on our trip.” The judge. The annulment. That shouldn’t fill you with so much dread but it does.
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.” Thor tells you and you can hear the smile in his voice.
“Fine.” You finally release your grip on him then his hand ends up in yours, like it always does, and you head back inside.
“Mother wishes to speak with Doodle.” Loki says as they walks past you with their bodyguard Laufey behind them. “Alone.” They add and your eyes widen.
“I told her what happened with your friend. I hope that’s alright.” Thor tells you as you start for The Queen’s rooms.
“Oh, that’s fine. Do you think that’s why she would want to speak to me?”
“I don’t know. I’ll bring you there. We have a charity event at a hospital tonight, will you be alright to go?” As you make your way toward Frigga’s rooms.
“Yes, I don’t want anyone to think they broke me.”
“You have nothing to prove Elskede.”
“I know. I won’t have them think they won. Besides, you’d be so bored without me.” You tease and he chuckles softly.
“I’ll have some dresses sent for you.”
“Thank you.” You tell him as you come up to Frigga’s door. He nods, presses a kiss to the side of your head then leaves you to his mother.
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He looks so over of Loki already and it’s barely lunch time for him😂
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Everyone wants Y/N
Loki: My dear Y/N, would you like to acompany me to a ball in Asgard tonight?
Tony: Nope! Their coming with me to have a nice dinner at *Fave place to eat*
Steve: No no no no no wait, I already asked them if they wanted to go dancing
Bucky: Ok guys they need to sleep they’re going to the movies with me tomorrow
Thor: Y/N I would offer you go to the ball with me instead of Loki!
Clint: But i wanted to teach them Archery! I mean how sexy is Y/N with a bow am i right!
Bruce: I actually have no desire to fight over this
*Nat and Y/N in the corner*
Nat: How long will it take them to figure out we’re dating?
Y/N: I don’t know but i’m just excited for the free food I’m gonna get!
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Been crying over this art I found on Facebook can someone pls tell me who the artist is?!
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Y/N: Good morning my fellow bitches!
Steve: Excuse me?
Y/N, pointing to Thor: Blonde bitch.
Y/N, pointing to Bruce: Smart bitch.
Y/N, pointing to Tony: Bad bitch.
Y/N, pointing to Natasha: Hot bitch.
Y/N, pointing to Steve: Little bitch.
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headcanons for being an avenger as a teenager
- they all see you as a child (except peter since he’s only a year or so older)
-they know that you’re strong, and can handle yourself, but they all feel protective parent vibes over you, and try to keep you out of danger
-on missions they like to make sure youre near them, or they try to have someone with you at all times
- “y/n where are you”-sam, “my b, i’m right here”
-turns around and sees you fighting 5 people at once, and you wink at him
-used to random touches during the day, whether a hug, or a pat on the head (vision is not the best at showing affection)
- you and loki are very good friends, ever since he found out you enjoy pranking people
-“y/n, what’re you doing in my room”, “sorry to bother you mr.loki, but i was wondering if you could help me with this prank i was thinking of”, “i’m listening”, “ok what if we filled the whole compound with wasps, not real ones, just fake one with like that magic you use or whatever”, “i’m adopting you”
-you have a youtube channel of videos of all the avengers just lounging about, or fooling around
-your video of sam telling bucky “ok boomer” becoming the next twitter meme
-“captain america says a bad word: not clickbait”
-everyone sitting on this massive and soft couch, having a movie marathon whether it be star wars, harry potter, etc.
-halfway through, falling asleep on thor, and him feeling honored that you trust him enough to sleep on him.
-clint laughing that this teenage kid is sleeping on the lap of a literal God
-on that note
-clint teaching you archery
-*moves your arm into place* “okay kid, release” “i’m katniss bitch” “you completely missed the target” “irrelevant”
-nat trying to teach you some fighting moves
-“why do i have to learn this, i can literally move stuff with my mind”, “shut up and just follow what i’m doing”
-being pretty good at it
-you and peter making treats, and snacks for the team, like cookies and cupcakes
-having team members come up to y’all, requesting specific desserts
-sam just really likes snickerdoodle cookies, okayy?
- in the end, they all love you, and you couldn’t be happier with your big, super family
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