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Hello!! Number 2 with thor please where he is trying to impress you. You are a business woman and you have a meeting with tony stark and thor and you meet there and he is like fascinated by you and how ambitious you are. Love ya stay safe 💖💖
First Impressions
Pairing: Thor Odinson x fem!reader
Fandom: Marvel
Warnings: none really? Thor with a crush? (let me know if I missed any!)
Word Count: 1022
A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for this request, it was really fun to write! I really hope you enjoy this, it's a bit on the longer side. I'm sorry if some parts of this aren't fully accurate to the movie. Feedback is always appreciated. I hope you're staying safe too, I appreciate your support and request!
Summary: You're a successful business woman who sells your technology. Tony Stark has reached out to you about your nanotech, what you didn't expect was to run into a very tall, blonde God who quickly develops a crush.
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You smiled as you stood in front of Avengers tower, thinking of how hard you had worked to get to this point. The moment Tony Stark had called you, asking if you two could hold a meeting in regards to supplying him with the new nanotech you'd developed, you wanted to scream. You had felt on top of the world, absolutely euphoric that the Tony Stark wanted to work with you and purchase your nanotech!
Clicking the buzzer you smiled widely as a voice you recognized as Jarvis spoke up, "You must be Miss (l/n)?"
"That is I," You smiled, smoothing down your skirt once more.
"Welcome in Miss (l/n), I am Jarvis, Mr. Starks personal A.I."
"It's nice to meet you, Jarvis."
You walked into the elevator and weren't surprised to see that Jarvis had already selected the floor for you. As you waited you racked through everything possible in your brain.
Laptop? Check. Information sheets? Check. Design drawings? Check. Contracts? Check. Flash drive? Check. Warranty paperwork? Check.
The elevator dinged softly before you could finish your mental checklist and suddenly a wave of nerves racked over you. But you smiled confidently, holding your head high as you walked towards Tony Stark. Holy crap! It really was Tony Stark!
"Hello Mr. Stark, I'm (y/n) (l/n), it's a pleasure to meet you, sir," You stuck out your hand with a bright smile.
"Please, call me Tony," He shook your hand, "And the pleasures all mine, I had Jarvis contact you immediately when I heard about your discoveries with nanotech."
You followed Tony into a room with a large meeting table and a screen for projections, "I have to say I was very surprised and excited to receive your call. It's truly an honor.. I've got all my research and my notes for you to look over. I think it's totally possible to use nanotech to create your suit. The easiest way to store the whole suit would be to form a small housing unit, we could make it look like your old arc reactor."
"So, if I'm not mistaken this nanotech is tiny moving plates that will move over my body and form the suit?"
You smiled, nodding as you pulled up your laptop, "That's the easiest way to put it, it's hundreds of tiny plates that will when programmed to your touch, spread over your body, adjust to your body size and the clothes you're wearing, and will then form your suit."
"That sounds amazing, when's the soonest we could begin developing this?" Tony questioned looking over all your research papers.
"Well I think--"
"Tony! We are out of the hot chocolate drink! I need more!" A booming voice shouted as none other than the God of Thunder entered the room, his eyes immediately flicking to you, "Oh, hello. Please excuse my terrible manners. You must be Lady (y/n) that Tony has a meeting with. I'm Thor Odinson of Asgard, God of Thunder."
You smiled shyly, "Hello Thor, I'm (y/n) (l/n). Anyways, Tony, we could--"
"Pardon my interruption," Thor flashed you a wide smile, "But I must say you are one of the most beautiful female mortals I have ever seen."
Heat rose to your cheeks as you looked away from Thor, "Thank you."
"Is this meeting about your new suit?"
Tony, who clearly was not too pleased with Thor, nodded.
"You see, Lady (y/n), being a God and all. I am so mighty I do not need a suit. I have my muscles and my hammer."
You smiled, noticing Thor's attempt at flirting before looking back at Tony, "We can start this weekend. I'll need to take your measurements to get an idea of how large the nanotech will need to spread. Once I've done that I can begin working on the suit and the housing unit."
"Great!" Tony smiled, pushing your papers back towards you, "I'll have Jarvis set up an appointment and give you the information to stop by any idea you need. You already have my personal number in case you need to reach me."
"Sweet, thank you very much, Tony. It's truly a pleasure to work with you."
Thor smiled at you, quickly interjecting, "I can walk you down, Lady (y/n). Ensure you get to your car safely."
Tony watched as you continued to pack your things while Thor tried to flirt with you relentlessly. Thor couldn't help it. You were stunning, absolutely perfect. It was clear that you were a very successful young woman. You were ambitious enough to accept a private meeting with Tony and ambitious enough to build a suit for him. Everyone knew that nobody was allowed to work on Tony's suits except for him.
Thor was beginning to realize he was beyond fascinated with you. He loved the way you held yourself, your confidence, and how smart you were. You were a human, you weren't like Steve or Tony. Sure, you possessed unreal intelligence but you clearly hadn't let it get to you like Tony tended to. Even as he walked you to your car Thor couldn't stop flirting with you, determined to impress you as much as you had impressed him.
"Thank you, Thor, I appreciate this. It can be a bit intimidating coming to a place like Avengers Tower where all you superheroes are," You're shy smile returned as you placed your briefcase back in your car.
You turned to see Thor's shocked face, "Intimidating? We should be the ones intimidating with someone as talented, intelligent, and ambitious as you Lady (y/n)."
Your cheeks flamed at his compliment, "Thank you. I hope I'll be seeing more of you when I come to work with Tony."
"As do I."
"That was so stupid. Could you be any more obvious with your flirting?"
Thor waited to watch you drive away before he went back into the tower. Tony stood with his arms crossed, looking over Thor's lovestruck face, rolling his eyes at the sight.
Thor frowned, "You must be bold to get a girl like her. Stupid, and also kinda cool right?"
Tony rolled his eyes before turning, "No.. just stupid."
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Thor’s King-Consort
Thor x Male!Reader, Loki, the Avengers, Nick Fury, Warriors Three, Lady Sif
Length: 1894 words
Warnings: none really fam, let me know if y’all enjoyed
Y/N, King-Consort to the King of Asgard, sat upon the planet’s golden throne. Said King-Consort’s face was drawn into a longing look, as he gazed towards the mural on the roof of the throne room. It was a royal mural, on which his husband was central. Y/E/C eyes grazed the painting’s features…
Missing Thor had become the new normal for Y/N, as the Asgardian in question was often away from his home. He spent six Midgardian months at-a-time on Midgard, defending said planet with his Avenger friends. However, considering the way that time works on Asgard, and the way that Asgardians age, six months should feel like nothing to Y/N. Yet, Y/N found himself constantly longing to see his husband… to kiss him… to touch him…
It felt like eons to Y/N, and though Thor was due back in only a few short weeks… it was decided that it was not going to be soon enough.
Like the lightning Thor produced, a mischievous thought struck the King-Consort. “Warrior’s Three, Lady Sif,” They stepped forward, “Will you inform my advisors’ that I shan’t be available today? I seem to have been suddenly taken ill,” Y/N let out a pathetically quiet cough, which fooled literally no-one, “Oh, there I go. See, ill. I’m much too unwell for any meetings, and as such I believe I should take rest in my chambers. It would behove me to ensure I do not allow such illness to spread to the kingdom.” His mischievous smile was very much reminiscent of his brother-in-law’s own.
The warriors that stood before him, all shared a lengthy look, before nodding to each other in confirmation. Turning back to their King-Consort, Lady Sif’s eyes sparkled with mirth, “’Tis the best course, indeed, majesty. Shall I also let the staff know to ensure your rooms be vacant, all day?”
Fandral was already nodding, “Hmm, that is a wise suggestion, my lady.” The man did not shy away from hiding his grin, “It would be awful to infect the servants with such ill-fated health.”
Agreeing wholeheartedly, Volstagg added, “The kingdom would be unable to run if the staff were taken ill.” The comment was true, and why the servants throughout Asgard were ensured payment for their services (payment that allowed them to afford anything they’d ever need).
“Truly. Well spoken, my friend.” Hogun patted the larger man on his back, nodding at the words.
“Thank you all.” Y/N stood from the throne, brushing down their copper tunic, “I shall retire then. ‘Goodnight’.”
“Sir,” Captain America’s blond head tilted up as he heard FRIDAY’s artificial voice filter into his personal quarters. “I’ve been informed that an incoming ‘Bifrost’ transportation tunnel is about to make contact with Earth.” Before Steve could even ask where, FRIDAY continued, “On the lawn in front of the building, sir. I’ve also told this information to King Thor, Prince Loki, Tony, and Director Fury.”
Steve quickly thanked the AI before he rushed out of the room, at top speed. He walked swiftly down four hallways, two sets of stairs, and then crossed the building’s foyer. Even still, he seemed to be the last to arrive on the scene. “Do we know who is coming?” Steve asked to the two members of Asgard’s royal line, only to receive negative head shakes in return from them.
No-one in the group spoke for a while, and during this silence they felt the air get muggy and dense around them. Loki, a seasoned Bifrost traveller, identified the beginning of the portal opening. He let his lips curl into a smirk, “We shall find out whom is arriving momentarily, Mister America.” Flashing lights suddenly wracked the front lawn, resembling what one could assume was the love-child of a rainbow and a lightning storm. When the dust and grass settled, a single man was kneeled in the space that had previously been light and commotion. Loki let out a slight breath, “Y/N?”
Instantly, Thor was off, running at the figure. His sudden movements put the others on edge – was this man a threat? “Y/N!”, the pure unadulterated happiness in Thor’s voice let his colleagues (and friends) know he trusted this ‘Y/N’. Thor launched himself on top of the man, causing both of them to stumble as they grasped each other tightly. The two stumbling men embraced, which left a chance for Fury, Tony and Steve to fully examine this person. He wore Asgardian-looking clothing, and a circlet-thing on his head… Steve let himself wonder if this was another member of Thor’s royal family? “Oh, what an amazing surprise!” Thor’s smile seemed impossible to diminish, “Have the Warriors Three and Lady Sif absconded from this trip, or do they follow shortly?”
Y/N shook his head, jostling Thor’s clothing slightly as he was pressed tightly to him, “Nay. They have allowed me this brief intermission in ruling, to see you.” Y/N gazed at him from beneath his lashes, he then murmured tenderly, “Far too long have you been gone.” His ran his hand over Thor’s hair, tugging at the strands. It was too intimate for Steve to watch.
Thor’s smile altered from his joyous grin to a sweet smise, “I, too, have missed you.” The words were uttered softly, as the two’s heads grew closer together. Ignored were the two gaping Avengers, and Steve who was looking the other way with a red face. Loki, also, had already removed his eyes from focussing on the two – he was a seasoned veteran when it came to avoiding his brother’s public displays of affection. When the two lovers finally parted, Thor gestured to his friends, “May I introduce you to my friends?”
Coyly, “I’d be delighted.”
Natasha Romanov stared at Y/N in deliberation. He was very attractive (as all Asgardians seemed to be). Vaguely, she wondered if she’d be able to get permission to have her next few vacation days on Asgard. Thor’s permission would be enough to get her in, surely, he is the king after all. And, if all else fails, she used to be a super-spy; Natasha was trained to infiltrate places she wasn’t supposed to.
Next to the Russian spy sat Clint Barton (formerly a circus-man), Sam Wilson (he wore wings, and saved lives, dammit!), Bucky Barnes (literally just a confused, old man), Wanda Maximoff (whom Loki had ‘agreed’ to ‘teach’ ‘magic’), and Vision (a confused, new man). They had all been beckoned to their shared living space, only to come face-to-face with an unknown but handsome Asgardian.
Clint, who had immediately perched himself on an armchair when he’d wandered into the room, threw his legs over the side of said chair and glanced at Loki’s barely-concealed amusement. He shared a look with Natasha, both in silent agreement on their appraisals of the situation.
Sam, who had been called to this weird sit-down half-way through teaching Bucky how to properly google something (he was damn tired of being asked stupid questions from the former military man), sighed loudly. “Are we all going to stare at each other, or can you tell us what’s going on, so we can leave?”
Fury gave him a single look, “Shut up.” Then, he gestured towards Loki, silently telling the ancient god to do the introductions, because he didn’t want to.
“This is the King-Consort of Asgard, Y/N.” Loki lazily waved his hand towards his tunic-wearing brother-in-law, “He is Thor’s husband.” It was a simple introduction really.
Natasha, who looked to be the least shocked out of everyone present (she was just well-trained), asked the question they all seemed to be thinking, “So, how long have you been married?” She then took a moment to whack her partner on the back of his head, stopping his gape, “Hey, I don’t know why you’re so shocked, Barton! You did the same thing to everyone else!”
“Which is why you would think Thor would have mentioned it then.” Tony muttered under his breath. Steve let out the tiniest smile having been close enough to hear him. “Be like, ‘Oh, you too have a hidden spouse! Astounding!’.” The impression of Thor was ridiculous, but it left Steve silently cracking up behind the hand covering his mouth.
Thor gained a focused look, “I believe,” He paused, “I believe that it is coming up to our centennial anniversary?” He looked to his husband for confirmation.
Y/N flung a sly look onto his face, “I would have thought you to remember it, what with how greatly you enjoyed the ‘honeymoon’.” Clint sputtered out some of the drink he’d picked up. “Thor, my love, I am offended.”
“Of course, I have not forgotten such wonderous times, my love!” Thor’s voice was distinctly sensual, which forced Loki’s eyes to roll upwards – just when he thought he was free of their ridiculous flirtations (separation by way of a universe should have been enough!), they persisted.
Despite feeling a little uncomfortable by the couple’s overt flirtation (if they were alone, he strongly felt like they might have been doing something not-safe-for-work), Bucky managed to ask about Y/N’s title, “What exactly is a King-Consort on Asgard?” To his knowledge, no such title existed on Earth. He wondered if he should use ‘the google’ or ‘Alexa’ to look it up, like Sam had been yelling at him to earlier.
“It is very much like a King-” Y/N began, only to be cut off by his ill-behaved brother-in-law.
“Well, Mister Barnes, the royal blood does not flow through Y/N’s veins,” Loki’s words dripped with his usual levels of arrogance, “As such, Thor has the royal title of King, whilst Y/N has King-Consort.” Y/N, from behind Loki’s turned head, pursed his lips at having been interrupted. Thor eased his irritation by pushing him into the love-seat, then sitting close enough to sit on his lap.
Steve was left perplexed by Loki’s half-explanation, “But what do you do, Y/N?”
Thor let out a loud laugh, thoroughly amused by his friend’s puzzlement to what he considered obvious. “Y/N rules Asgard in our stead, of course!”
“Seriously?”
Y/N frowned at the shock in the voice, “Should I be offended by their disbelief?” He tilted his head back towards his husband, “Do I not look capable?”
The blonde muscle-man shrugged, “Perhaps it is because you do not wear the clothes that Midgardian politicians do?” Y/N understood his logic, it was true that the popular tunic-and-long-pants of Asgard weren’t always the widespread items worn on other planets – Plurpline 7 enjoyed wearing undergarments only, while the peoples of Sempt X-4 wore tunics paired with their bare legs and tails only. Thor turned to his friends once more, “It is impossible for me to run Asgard whilst I am here on Midgard.”
There was silence, which was slightly awkward. None of the Avengers had ever put much thought into the fact that Thor had an actual planet, and a people, to lead.
“That is true,” Loki put in, “But truly, Heimdall could run Asgard by himself.”
Y/N playfully shook his head at Loki, “Don’t give Thor any ideas! He may replace me!”
A voice rumbled, “I would never.” Y/N let out a sensual grin and began to lean in, fully prepared to share a kiss with his lover. They were stopped by an invisible barrier that abruptly formed between them. Thor let out a sigh, “Loki.”
“Be quiet Thor. No-one here wants to witness that again.”
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Holy shit!!! This is so fucking good! 😍🥵😍
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.
“Shit.”
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.
“Fuck!”
“Shit!”
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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Hi! Could you do a Thor one shot where the reader nearly dies and Thor admits his feelings pretty please?
Almost death— Thor X Readersynopsis: as requested by anonymous the reader gets injured and nearly dies and Thor admits his feelings to you. Hope you guys enjoy! Also this will be before Thor loses his hammer because I haven’t seen ragnarok yet sadly.But I still hope you guys enjoy this!!You gasped as the spike went straight through you. Falling onto your knees. “(Y/n)!” The god yelled running towards to in the midst of battle.The world around you was now spinning and blurring, you couldn’t help the weak smile that came upon your features as the thunder god was looking down at you. “Your going to be alright (y/n), I promise.” He said to you as he picked you up. Saying that Thor was panicked would be an understatement, what he wanted more than anything was to make sure that you were safe at that moment. Having thoughts to himself that he shouldn’t have let you go into battle with him and the rest of the Avengers. You were new but you wanted to prove your worth. Something the god admired from you, it had taken you forever but Steve and the others agreed.Of course Thor didn’t want you to get hurt but he knew you were a great fighter. It’s what he loved about you. Well that and how you were so nice to him, helping him learn more about midgardian culture.After his breakup with Jane he started seeing you in another light, as more than a friend and teammate. But he just couldn’t find the right words to tell you how he felt.But little did he know was that you were in love with him too, but when he started dating Jane you didn’t think he felt the same. But that didn’t stop you from being friends with him.Thor made it into the jet that Clint was flying with ease. “What happened?” Clint asked. “(Y/n), she needs medical attention immediately.” Thor said. He looked down at you, he needed you alive. “Please (y/n), please stay awake a little while longer. Sir hawk shall bring you the medical attention you need.” He said trying to keep you awake, but it was hard. Your eyes desperately needed to close but you needed to fight it. You didn’t want to die before telling Thor you love him.“T-Thor...” you whispered. He placed an index finger on your dry lips. “Shh, save your breaths for when you are better. I need you to be alive and able to speak (y/n). I love you.” If it weren’t for the fact that you were close to falling asleep and Clint was flying you two to safety then you would have been able to tell Thor that you loved him too.But sadly your eyes won the battle and everything went dark. All you remember was hearing Thor confess his love for you.You slowly opened your eyes, adjusting, carefully sitting up to find yourself in a hospital room. You don’t remember how you got here until you started to remember what had happened. You looked to your side smiling softly when you saw Thor sleeping on a chair peacefully.You remembered him telling you that he loved you before falling unconscious. You weren’t sure if he was just saying it or not.Thor finally awoke and smiled when he saw you, “hello (y/n).” He said. He was grateful that death hadn’t taken you from him. “Hey...” you managed to say, your voice was groggy from lack of water. He walked up to you, getting to both his knees. “I am grateful that you are alive,”You couldn’t help but smile, there was just something about that smile that made your heart beat twice as fast and your legs feel like jelly. “Thank you,” the thunder god took one of your smaller hands into his larger ones. He held it carefully. “D-did you mean what you said?” You looked to him with hopeful eyes. For you this felt like a dream and if it were then you hoped to never wake up.“Mean what?” Thor looked at you tilting his head. “I heard you say you loved me befor I went unconscious, was it true?”The blonde smiled, “very true. I would rather to die than lie to you lady (y/n),” he looked at you, all you could see was love in them, love for you. Something you were grateful for.You smiled leaning in to place your lips against his in a loving kiss. Thor smiled happily as he lovingly kissed you back.You both pulled away for much needed air. Electricity was all you could feel inside of you at that very moment and you loved it.Thor looked at you with puppy-like eyes. “So, does this mean I can ask you out on a date when you get better my love?” You giggled softly and noddd. “Of course.”
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Amazing fic, I live it, will there be a 11th chapter ?
The Lighthouse (1/??)
Summary: The town is sleepy, the people are nice enough, but life gets turned upsidedown when the God of Thunder literally falls out of the sky.
A/N: Alrighty, so this is going to be a several part fic, but I have yet to know how many parts there will be. Regardless, please enjoy!!
Pairing: ThorxReader
Word Count: 2244
Warnings: None
My dad chose to take over this lighthouse for a reason. For the longest time, I couldn’t understand why. Three years since he’s passed, and I finally understand what really sold him on this place.
Leaning on the railing around the top of the lighthouse, I watch the sun rise across the water. My cat, Charles, winds through my legs before jumping up onto the railing and rubbing his cheek against my shoulder. I scratch under his chin as Daisy sidles up and plops down beside me, leaning heavily against my leg. She acts like a puppy, but the graying fur around her muzzle betrays her.
It’s always calm like this in the early hours of the morning. When I wake up to turn off the light, I am gifted with the privilege of watching the world wake up. I wasn’t really a morning person until I had to take over maintenance from my father.
Charles leans up and bumps his nose against my cheek, pulling my attention away from the sunrise.
“What?”
He meows loudly and butts his head against my shoulder.
“Use your words.” He lets out a long mrow and stomps his little foot against the railing. “Are you hungry?” Daisy barks out her own response before Charles can do anything and her tail wags so hard half her body moves with it.
I laugh and shake my head, turning away from the railing. I open the door into the house and Charles and Daisy immediately rush past me, making a beeline for the stairwell. I follow them down the massive spiral staircase to the base and first floor of the lighthouse that houses the kitchen. Both of my furry friends sit beside their bowls, looking at me expectantly. I raise my eyebrows at them and Daisy just barks, her tail wagging quickly behind her. I smile at the both of them before grabbing the bags of food and scooping a serving into each bowl. While they’re occupied by their food, I scoop up their water dishes and dump the day old water down the sink. For a short time, the only sounds in the kitchen are of Daisy and Charles crunching away on their kibble and me refilling their water. By the time I replace their water dishes, Charles and Daisy are waiting patiently for their drink.
I leave Charles and Daisy on their own and head outside to check on the damage from last night’s storm. We’ve always had harsh storms on a regular basis around here, but last night was particularly crazy. The wind speeds were higher than they’ve been in almost ten years and the thunder and lightning have never been brighter or louder the entire time I’ve lived here.
“(Y/N)!” Sheriff Green calls to me from across the road.
I wave back and quickly cross the street. “Hey, how is everything this morning? Are all of the houses alright?”
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The Lighthouse (2/??)
Summary: The town is sleepy, the people are nice enough, but life gets turned upsidedown when the God of Thunder literally falls out of the sky.
A/N: I meant to only post holiday fics this week, but I finished this and it’s Thorsday so there was no way I couldn’t post it. I hope you like this part as much as you did the last! (Also! Quick little thing! The god who is speaking to the reader is not Loki, as I’ve seen a couple people tag this as such. It’s a surprise as to who it is, but it definitely is not Loki.)
Pairing: ThorxReader
Word Count: 1861
Warnings: None
Part 1
“Holy shit,” I stand up, shaking my head. “This isn’t happening. Thor is absolutely not in the middle of this massive crater in the forest twenty minutes outside of town.”
I’m afraid he is.
“Ooh, you don’t get to talk, creepy and misleading disembodied voice. You’re the one who got me into this mess.” I cross my arms and stare down at the unconscious god in front of me. “How did he get here anyway?”
It’s not my story to tell. You’ll have to take him back with you and make sure that he is alright.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You expect me to play the nursemaid and rescuer?” I laugh hysterically. “This isn’t what I signed up for, buddy pal. I never asked for any of this.”
Believe me, you’re not my first choice. Everyone else I tried to contact couldn’t hear me. You are the only human within a fifty mile radius of your town who is worthy to hear the voice of a god.
“Voice of a god, huh?” I rake a shaking hand through my hair and stare down at the blond man on the ground. “And which god am I speaking to?”
Unimportant. Get him into your vehicle and get him somewhere safe. Don’t forget the hammer.
“What?! He’s supposed to be six hundred something pounds! I don’t have the bodily strength to lift more than eighty, not to even mention that I’m probably not even close to worthy enough to lift Thor’s hammer!”
You yourself may not be worthy, but your companion animal certainly is. Send her to find it, and don’t worry about his weight. It won’t be an issue.
I sigh and look around the clearing, trying to find something that I might be able to roll Thor onto to drag him out of the crater. Daisy barks once, and shoots off around the crater, momentarily slowing now and then to sniff the ground before running off again. She disappears into the trees and, at first, I feel a pang of worry before realize that the disembodied voice said that she would be able to carry Thor’s hammer and that she’s probably gone off in search of it.
“This would be easier if campers would litter more often,” I huff out a breath, and fold my arms across my chest.
What were you hoping to find? Human rubbish?
“I was hoping for a trashed tent or even an abandoned tarp,” I answer, circling the unconscious god in the middle of this mess. “Something that would at least help me drag him out of here without breaking my back or giving him about a million splinters.”
Have you tried picking him up?
“I told you I have zero upper body strength. There’s no way I’ll be able to lift more than his arm.”
I thought I told you that his weight wouldn’t be an issue. Now the voice just sounds annoyed and I roll my eyes. You would do well to listen to me, human. I’ve told you twice already, and I’d rather not repeat myself a third time.
“Fine, I get it. Three strikes and you’re out and all of that.” I stare down at Thor, wondering about the best way to pick him up, thinking back to the videos I used to watch when I was seriously considering joining the military. “Fireman’s carry.”
What.
“I’ve watched videos of women who were five three carrying men nearly three times their weight long distances using the fireman’s carry. If what you’re saying is true and I don’t have to worry about my lack of strength, then I should be able to carry him back to the car the same way.”
As long as you can safely get him out of the crater, I don’t care what you do.
A loud thump followed by a round of excited barking pulls my attention away from Thor. Glancing around the clearing, I can see Daisy in the distance, standing next to what I can only assume is Thor’s hammer, shaking her tail excitedly.
I rub my hands together and crouch down and haul Thor up, my hands under his arms, sling one of his arms over my shoulder and push him up with the other, hooking my arm around one of his legs. I struggle to stand up momentarily before he seems to lighten immensely and I almost fall over due to lack of weight.
“Well that was unexpected,” I mutter. “Couldn’t have made him lighter before I picked him up?”
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
I roll my eyes. “Of course you don’t.”
I begin the trek back up the crater wall, occasionally having to kick the toes of my boots into the soft soil to get a firm foothold. It takes longer to get out than it did to get in, but I thankfully manage to avoid any falls this time.
As soon as I make it over the lip of the crater, Daisy is right there with the hammer in her mouth, her tail wagging faster than I’ve ever seen before.
“Did you do a good job, pup?” She moves her head around like she wants to bark, but doesn’t want to put the hammer down. “Good. Can you show me how to get back to the truck?”
She takes off into the underbrush without warning and I have to carefully pick my way through the bushes to follow after her. I try my hardest to avoid any tree branches and blackberry vines that we come across, but as soon as we set foot back on the trail I can see multiple small scratches, scrapes and cuts along his arms and hands.
It isn’t long after we find the trail again that Daisy and I are at the trailhead and standing in front of the truck. Shifting Thor around so that I can hold onto his arm and leg with the same arm, I dig around in my bag for the keys and unlock the passenger door. I try to very carefully place him in the passenger seat, only managing to bang his head once he’s actually in the truck when his head lolls back and smacks against the back window.
I heard that.
“Shut up,” I mutter. “Alright, Daisy lady, you have to ride in the back on the way home, okay?”
She just wags her tail and heads around to the bed of the truck without waiting for me. I quickly follow her and pull down the back gate. Crouching down, I pick Daisy up and lift her into the bed of the truck before closing it up again. I giggle as I circle back around the truck to the driver's side.
What are you laughing about?
“I just lifted Thor’s hammer,” I answer, closing the door and starting the engine.
No, you didn’t.
“Oh yes I did, I just put it in the bed of my truck with my dog.” I pull a U turn and head back to town. “Technically I lifted the hammer, and that totally counts.”
I’m not sure that counts, but whatever makes you happy.
“Thank you,” I drive on in silence, occasionally checking on Daisy in the rearview mirror to make sure she’s doing alright. “I’ll still be able to carry Thor once I get back, right?”
I would think so, yes.
“Well, that’s good because there’s no way he’ll fit on my couch so I’ll have to get him up to the third floor.”
Three floors sounds a bit excessive.
I laugh. “You’d think, but I live in a lighthouse. There isn’t really anywhere to go but up.”
When we turn onto Main Street, most of the debris from the storm has been cleared away and everyone seems to be back to their normal daily schedule. I wave to Diane Crawford as she crosses the street to Grover’s Grocery about six blocks away from the lighthouse.
Then I hope the enchantment holds long enough for you to get him upstairs.
I laugh. “So do I. I’d rather not be the one who has to drag him up the stairs on top of the reason he’s got a headache.”
I can almost hear the disembodied voice laugh before they respond. I imagine that he would appreciate that.
“I’m glad that you think so, disembodied voice.” I pull into the driveway and kill the engine. I quickly get out of the car and let down the back gate so that Daisy can get down. When she hops down, I unlock the door to the house and push it open. Daisy brushes past me so that she can greet Charles. I shake my head and head back to the truck to retrieve the unconscious god in my passenger seat. “It’d be really cool if you’d tell me what your voice is so I don’t have to keep calling you “disembodied voice”. Just a thought.”
Perhaps in the coming days, if you treat him well.
I frown as I heft Thor up onto my shoulders. I kick the car door closed and carefully make my way into the house. Charles winds through my legs as soon as I’m through the door and I have to shoo him away before I can head for the stairs.
“I don’t really understand why you’re being so secretive,” I barely manage to miss hitting the inner pole of the spiral staircase with Thor’s head as I try to get up to the third floor as quickly as possible. “You obviously know a lot about me, and I have little to no knowledge about Thor and I know even less about you. If I’m going to be helping him, I need more information.”
It’s not mine to give.
“Great, well when you’ve got permission to spill the beans, I’m all ears.”
I hit the third floor landing and slowly pull open the door, trying my best to avoid dropping the god of thunder. As soon as we’re through the doorway, I’m hit with an almost crippling wave of nostalgia. I haven’t been in my father’s room since he passed. Everything is exactly the way he left it and it still hurts to know that he’s not just testing me to see if I really can take care of the lighthouse on my own.
I bite my cheek to distract myself from the memories and pull back the duvet so I can offer Thor some kind of comfort for when he wakes up. When he’s all covered up, I pull a set of clean clothes from my father’s drawers and set them on the wooden chair a short ways away from the bed. The jeans may not fit, but the fisherman’s sweater definitely will. I leave a note on the clothes, and when I’m sure that I’ve done everything I can, for the time being, I head back downstairs to find something to do.
Are you alright?
I shake my head and comb my hands through my hair. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Are you sure?
I snort. “Look, if you’re going to withhold information, I can do the same.”
Fair enough.
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Part 3
Okay, Thor was quite unconscious in this part, but I can promise that the next part will be much more lively. Thank you guys so much for reading! If you liked the piece please reply to the post or shoot me an ask! Feedback would be greatly appreciated!!!
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The Lighthouse (1/??)
Summary: The town is sleepy, the people are nice enough, but life gets turned upsidedown when the God of Thunder literally falls out of the sky.
A/N: Alrighty, so this is going to be a several part fic, but I have yet to know how many parts there will be. Regardless, please enjoy!!
Pairing: ThorxReader
Word Count: 2244
Warnings: None
My dad chose to take over this lighthouse for a reason. For the longest time, I couldn’t understand why. Three years since he’s passed, and I finally understand what really sold him on this place.
Leaning on the railing around the top of the lighthouse, I watch the sun rise across the water. My cat, Charles, winds through my legs before jumping up onto the railing and rubbing his cheek against my shoulder. I scratch under his chin as Daisy sidles up and plops down beside me, leaning heavily against my leg. She acts like a puppy, but the graying fur around her muzzle betrays her.
It's always calm like this in the early hours of the morning. When I wake up to turn off the light, I am gifted with the privilege of watching the world wake up. I wasn't really a morning person until I had to take over maintenance from my father.
Charles leans up and bumps his nose against my cheek, pulling my attention away from the sunrise.
“What?”
He meows loudly and butts his head against my shoulder.
“Use your words.” He lets out a long mrow and stomps his little foot against the railing. “Are you hungry?” Daisy barks out her own response before Charles can do anything and her tail wags so hard half her body moves with it.
I laugh and shake my head, turning away from the railing. I open the door into the house and Charles and Daisy immediately rush past me, making a beeline for the stairwell. I follow them down the massive spiral staircase to the base and first floor of the lighthouse that houses the kitchen. Both of my furry friends sit beside their bowls, looking at me expectantly. I raise my eyebrows at them and Daisy just barks, her tail wagging quickly behind her. I smile at the both of them before grabbing the bags of food and scooping a serving into each bowl. While they’re occupied by their food, I scoop up their water dishes and dump the day old water down the sink. For a short time, the only sounds in the kitchen are of Daisy and Charles crunching away on their kibble and me refilling their water. By the time I replace their water dishes, Charles and Daisy are waiting patiently for their drink.
I leave Charles and Daisy on their own and head outside to check on the damage from last night’s storm. We’ve always had harsh storms on a regular basis around here, but last night was particularly crazy. The wind speeds were higher than they’ve been in almost ten years and the thunder and lightning have never been brighter or louder the entire time I’ve lived here.
“(Y/N)!” Sheriff Green calls to me from across the road.
I wave back and quickly cross the street. “Hey, how is everything this morning? Are all of the houses alright?”
He nods. “All the telephone poles and wires are fine. Thankfully no one was hurt either.”
I sigh in relief. “Thank goodness. I was scared we'd have to start a search and rescue. Daisy’s too old to be of much help these days anyway.”
He laughs lightheartedly. “Sure was one helluva storm.” He scratches the back of his neck, his brow furrowing. “Come to think of it, there really shoulda been more damage.”
“Maybe it should have, but it didn’t. Let’s not think about it too much, yeah?” I offer him a smile. “Call it a gift from the gods and hope for the same tonight.”
He shakes his head, a smile replacing his frown. “You’re right. I’m gonna go make my rounds. Call if you need anything, alright?”
“Of course. Tell Hank I said hi!”
He nods once before he climbs into his squad car and drives away. I look up and down the street, only finding evergreen tree debris and a few broken tree branches here and there, but nothing entirely out of the ordinary after a storm of the size we had last night. The sheriff is right, there should be way more damage than there is. The last time something on this scale found us we were clearing streets for almost a week and Ms. Alderson had to have her roof repaired after the wind blew a tree right over and into her house. Maybe we just got lucky? Maybe there really is something or someone looking out for us.
I feel the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand up. And I shake my head. It has to be electricity built up in the atmosphere from the storm. Either that or a ghost just passed by with a really big balloon and rubbed it all over me without me noticing.
I laugh quietly at the imagery and shake my head once more before crossing the road again and heading back into the lighthouse.
Charles and Daisy are waiting patiently for me at the door. They look at me expectantly and I snort before moving past them to put the dishes from dinner last night in the dishwasher. Behind me, I can hear Daisy’s nails click along the hardwood floor before she flops down with a soft huff. I look over and Daisy has her head resting on her front paws. Charles is curled up on her back. The two of them have been close since we brought Charles home from the shelter. I think it has something to do with Daisy thinking he’s a very small, gray puppy, but I won’t want to say anything and ruin it for her.
Help him.
I whip around, eyes darting around the room, only to find no one there.
I squint at the empty room before drying off my hands and moving on to cleaning up the living room.
There isn’t much to do. I only have to put the pillows back and vacuum. Both Charles and Daisy steer clear of the living room while the vacuum is going. When I finish I decide to refold the blanket on the back of the couch. At this point Charles runs in and curls up on the recliner, ignoring me as I put the vacuum back in the closet.
When I sit down on the couch, Charles decides that my lap is a better resting place than the recliner and plops down on top of me. I roll my eyes and allow my head to fall against the back of the couch.
That was not a request. Help. Him.
The voice comes again. I jolt upright and feel my stomach lurch.
“What?”
Help him.
“Who?”
Unimportant. Help him.
I scowl at nothing, realizing that I’m probably talking to myself.
“Fine. Where is he?”
The forest.
“The one to the east?”
Yes.
I sigh loudly before hauling myself up off of the couch and yanking the closet door open, grabbing my hoodie and shoving my arms into the sleeves. I layer a thick flannel shirt over top and sling my canvas bag over my shoulder. I stomp into the kitchen and put on the rain boots waiting by the back door. Daisy looks up at me as I’m shoving some breakfast into my bag along with my wallet and phone. She lets out a whine and I look over at her, eyebrows raised.
“What?” She whines again, sitting up and looking at me with interest. “You wanna go on an adventure?”
She stands up and barks twice, her entire body wagging. I shake my head and grab my keys from the hook near the door. As soon as the door is open, Daisy brushes past me and pads over to the truck before turning around to look at me expectantly. I snort in amusement and flip the “Welcome” sign over so that it says “Away" before following after my elderly dog and locking the door.
I open them passenger door for Daisy and close it as soon as she's sat herself on the bench seat. I yank open the driver's door and plop down in my own seat before pulling the door closed. I let my bag fall to the floor of the cab, shove the key into the slot and start the engine.
The full effect of the storm is evident as I drive through town.
Bits of tree branches are strewn everywhere, hanging off of telephone wires and stuck in places that seem impossible. People who are out cleaning up the debris wave to me as I drive through and I wave back before moving on.
It takes maybe fifteen minutes to reach the outskirts of town and I’m finally able to turn off onto the highway. Practically stomping on the gas pedal, I tear down the road, trying to reach my destination as quickly as possible. The voice, however disembodied it may be, sounded worried about whoever it was they’ve sent me to help albeit somewhat demanding and impatient.
I can feel the little hairs stand up all over my body like static electricity the closer I get to the forest.
I park on the side of the road, close to the mouth of the trail. I grab my bag and hop out of the truck before moving around to the other side and opening the door for Daisy. As soon as she jumps down from her seat, I close the door and lock the car.
Standing at the head of the trail I scowl at the path that slowly disappears maybe fifty feet in and wonder why the hell I listened to a disembodied voice. Why I'm out here, looking for a mystery man, instead of helping with cleanup and prep for the next major storm that's bound to hit within the next couple of days.
Because you're curious. The voice says. It almost sounds smug.
“Hey, you don't know me.”
I don't have to. You are a human and, therefore, curious by nature.
“Whatever.” I grumble. “It's not like I haven't been labeled the crazy girl before.”
Daisy let's out a soft noise and heads into the forest on the trail.
“Where do you think you're going without me?” I question. Daisy barks once.
Your companion knows where she is going.
“Yeah, shut up.”
I will, if you'll just get on with your task.
I sigh loudly and follow Daisy down the trail. “I swear, if this guy is some kind of psycho murderer, I will riot.”
The voice is silent, but the further I get down the trail, the stronger the feeling of built up static electricity becomes. At one point, I notice small portions of my hair floating up and away from my head and I have to smooth it back down.
Daisy suddenly stops in the middle of the trail, her tail still, nose in the air. She sniffs around before switching to sniffing at the ground.
“What is it?”
She lifts her head again and sniffs the air once more, barks twice, and then races off into the forest.
Worried, I immediately run after her at full speed, doing my best to keep up with her. She turns off the trail abruptly and I almost crash into a patch of blackberry bushes trying to turn in time to follow her. I quickly right myself and stumble through the underbrush, trying to keep Daisy in sight as we push on towards our goal.
I push aside an evergreen bough and almost trip over Daisy where she’s standing at the edge of a clearing. After a moment of flailing arms in an attempt to keep myself balanced, I take stock of the clearing I’m standing in, only to realize it’s not a clearing, but a massive crater.
I let out a low whistle, slowly scanning the crater. “This is some major New Mexico shit,” There’s something in the middle of the crater, smaller than a deer, larger than a wolf, and entirely unmoving. Daisy whines and paces along the edge of the crater. She stops and looks to me before turning her attention to the unmoving figure in the middle of the crater.
You’ll have to go down there.
“I what,”
He’s down there. You have to help him.
“Oh, well that’s fantastic,” I crouch down and slowly inch my way to the edge of the crater, only to lose my footing and slide halfway down the wall before I manage to grab hold of a stray root and stop my progress. I laugh shakily and pull myself up into a sitting position, scrub a hand over my face, and try to compose myself.
Watch your step.
“Thanks, disembodied voice, you’re a great help.”
Gritting my teeth, I manage to haul myself back up to my feet, and I begin to carefully pick my way down the side of the crater. I lose my footing a few times, sandy soil crumbling underneath my boot, but I don’t fall again. I manage to make it to more even ground without any more slip ups and jog over to the figure in the middle of the crater. They’ve got long golden hair and they’re wearing what could look like jeans and a t-shirt if you squint real hard and close one eye.
“Who the hell is this guy?” I mutter, squatting down and carefully rolling him over. His head rolls to the side and I feel my heart stop. The god of thunder is unconscious in my backyard.
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Part 2
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