Pairing: Thor x reader
Word count: 21,714
Summary: You have a one night stand with Thor, the son of a notorious crime family. When you find out you are pregnant you're forced into marrying him. Your life is never the same as you are thrust into his world.
Warnings: Choking, stabbing, unplanned pregnancy, violence, forced marriage, death, miscarriage, car bomb
It's Thor's?
Dinner
Loki
Meeting the Parents
I Do
Tiny Odinson
Relx, Sister
Apologies
Hela
Girl's Night
Started with Bloodshed
Please Do
Late Night Talk
Boss
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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This is quite short my apologies, I’ve had this idea for quite some time and decided on actually writing it... it came out quite well :) The reader and Thor are in a pre-established relationship.
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Walking down the high street arms full of bags, Thor was listening to Y/N chatter on about her day - though he must admit as much as he loved listening to her he didn’t hear most of what she was saying - as he got distracted by a shine coming from a shop window. On closer inspection the shop window was that of a Pandora and the glint was a dainty silver ring in the shape of a crown. Though Thor was quickly knocked out of his thoughts by Y/N,
“Hey I’m going to go in there.” Thor looked over to her nodding,
“I’ll stay out here.” Y/N agreed with a nod before walking into the clothes shop, Thor took this as an opportunity to dash off towards the Pandora he had seen before. Walking into the shop he was almost instantly greeted and asked if he needed any help (Thor was a well known face around here). He greeted the member of staff and told them he wanted to have a look at the ring which was shown in the window; after pointing it out the staff member went behind the desk opening up the cabinet and pulling out the rings asking which size he would like. Thor took the ring looking at it and smiling, the ring was perfect for his love, he told the member of staff he would like to buy it before quickly pulling out his card. Walking out of the shop, Thor placed the Pandora bag into one of the shopping bag he was already carrying and began to walk back to the shop Y/N was in. A few moments later Y/N walked out of the shop holding yet another bag, the couple spoke some more as they walked towards the car park.
- Time Skip-
Walking into their bedroom Thor had his men put the shopping bags in the wardrobe; where Y/N went to put away everything. Thor sat on the bed and pulled the book he was currently reading off the bedside table. He was about half way through the third chapter of the day when he heard a call come from inside the wardrobe,
“Hey, baby, what’s this?” Y/N walked out of the wardrobe holding up a white bag, Thor looked up with a smile,
“I brought that for you, my love,” Y/N’s eyes went wide at Thor's words, “Sit down and open it.” Patting the space next to him. Thor placed the bookmark into his space and placed the book back onto the bedside table while Y/N sat onto the bed, crossing her legs in the process. She placed the bag on her lap and undid the pink bow, Thor watched with a widening smile, she opened the box inside to reveal the ring. Y/N gasped,
“Oh Thor, this is so sweet!” She threw her arms around Thor, “Thank you so much!” Pulling away she took the ring out of the box and put it onto her right hand.
“It reminded me of you, my love, you’re the queen here after all.” The couple smiled at each other, eyes full of love…
Pairing: Thor x Reader
Request: Anonymous. Oooooh 👀 mafia AU with Thor and a one night stand that ends up with y/n finding out she’s preggers
Part 1 of The Favorite Odinson
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“Well that’s fucking lovely.” You muttered, looking at the little white stick in your hand. You knew exactly who the father was- Thor Odinson. Notorious mobster. That didn’t exactly scream ‘father material’ to you. Letting out a breath, you hung your head. You had no idea how things were going to go from here on out. You hadn’t even decided if you wanted kids yet! Who knew a girl’s night with Wanda would lead to a damn baby.
-2 months prior-
“Aren’t we a little old for this?” You asked your best friend. “We’re big girls with big girl jobs.”
She shot you a look. “You’re 26 , not 56 .” Which, fair. “Aren’t you the least bit curious about the Odinson’s new bar?” It had opened the month before and Wanda decided that the two of you just had to go. She tried to con Nat, her older sister, to go as well…but Nat told her ‘fuck no’. How she said it amused you to no end. Nat wanted nothing to do with anything surrounding the Odinsons. Apparently Nat, Clint, Steve, Bucky, and Sam went to high school with Loki and Thor. Loki beaten up Clint pretty badly their junior year. Who could blame her for avoiding them?
“Fine, but can we not black out?” That happened when you were drinking in college and it sucked so bad. “I’d like to remember tonight in the morning.”
Wanda chuckled and nodded. “Sure thing.” Looping her arm with hers, she led the two of you to the door to show the bouncer your IDs.
Neither of you were aware that Thor himself had spotted you. Once you’d passed the bouncers, he’d sent his right hand man, Heimdall, to fetch the two of you. He smirked as you’d stared at Heimdall, clearly surprised. Thankfully, you both followed the man to where he was. “Hello, little ones.” He grinned. “Join us, will you?” He motioned to where there were a couple empty seats.
You and Wanda shared a look before sitting, neither of you knowing this would change your life.
Sitting in the diner booth, your foot bounced lightly. You were waiting for Wanda and Nat. They were like your sisters, and you had no one else you were close with. You’d moved to the city after high school and they’d been your saving graces. Wanda worked with you and when she found out how bad your apartment was, she let you stay with her. Then, the two of you found a two bedroom apartment together. You’d lived together since.
“We’re here.” Nat said lovingly as they slipped in across from you. “What’s going on? You sounded upset in your voicemail.” Her tone was full of worry.
You did your best to not cry. “I’m pregnant.” It felt best to just rip the bandaid off.
“Holy shit.” Wanda blurted out. “I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.”
Singing, you shook your head. “I’m not. This was a one night stand.” You started. “Remember a couple months ago we went to that club?”
“Yeah, where Tho- oh no.” Her eyes went wide. “It’s Thor’s?!” She hissed, voice low.
Nat looked too calm at that. You knew otherwise. She was pissed . Not at you per say, but the situation. She leaned forward slightly. “You need to get rid of it.” She told you quickly before the waitress came over to take their drink orders.
Once they each ordered water, a silence took over. No one said anything as she brought their waters and took each of your orders for food. “Do you know how expensive that is? I don’t have nearly $600!” You lived in New York City. You were lucky you only needed one roommate! “I’ll probably have to go back home. Have my brother come help me move.” You loved living in the city, but you didn’t think you could raise your baby there. While you weren’t close with your brother, you were still his ‘baby sister’. He loved you.
“I can lend you the money.” Nat said gently. “And you can pay me back over time. There’s no rush. I have emergency savings, and this is an emergency.” She knew that Clint would agree with that, as well.
Thor was in a meeting when he received a text. I’m in a booth next to three women. One claims to be pregnant with your kid, boss. He read and clenched his jaw.
Can you get a picture of her? He sent. For all he knew this was a woman he’d never met before, and it was nothing. Just a woman trying to sound ‘hard’ in front of her friends or something.
Moments later, he saw a picture of you. “The meeting's over.” He snapped, getting up. Hitting call on his phone, he didn’t have to wait for his man to answer. “Where are you?” He demanded.
“Little diner down the street from the bar. Can’t miss it. The awning is bright blue.”
“I’ll be right there.”
You were halfway through your meal when Thor walked in. Looking up, you sucked in a breath when you saw him coming towards you. Nat and Wanda both furrowed their brows and looked over their shoulders to see what caused that reaction from you. “Oh no.” Wanda said under her breath. All three of you watched him casually stroll over, ignoring that all eyes were on him. His eyes remained locked on you.
“Little One.” He greeted you.
“Hello, Thor.” You casually greeted him. “You like this diner, too?” What were the odds that he’d walk into that diner at the moment you were in there? All you could hope was that he’d move along quickly.
“May I have a word?”
Before you could say anything, Nat spoke up. “Whatever you have to say you can say in front of us.” She stared him down.
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Very well.” Him being that unbothered was slightly offputting. “It has come to my attention that you are carrying my child.” His tone was so damn blunt.
“What?” You tried to control your breathing. “What are you talking about?” Literally no one knew besides Nat and Wanda, and neither of them would have told him. Nor would they have in the short time since they were sitting there with you!
“Do not play coy.” That sentence held a lot more to it in terms of emotions. “Are you unaware my men are everywhere?”
Swallowing, you glanced at Nat. You had no idea what the hell you were supposed to do now! “And if I am?” You asked, eyes darting back to him. “Why do you care?” Keeping your voice calm was very difficult, but somehow you managed.
One of his hands went to the table, the other on the back of the booth. Leaning forward, he kept his eyes on yours. “Because that is my child .” He said it like you didn’t know that. “I feel that we should get to know each other.”
“Who said I’d keep it if I was?” Nat did offer to help you out of this entire situation.
His eyes darkened at that. It actually scared you enough that you slid back a bit. “ What ?” His voice was low, and threatening.
“I’m only 26. I live in a shoe box with my best friend. I have a job.” You pointed out. “We spent one night together. So what? There’s nothing between us.” While that had been a really good night, one that you revisited on the nights you needed some stress relief, that’s all it was! A one night stand .
He stood tall at that. “I feel this is a discussion we should have in private.” It wasn’t a question. “A car will pick you up at 6 for dinner. Dress nicely.”
A confused look crossed your face. “First of all, how the hell would you know where I live? Secondly, who said I would agree to that? What if you just want to kill me and be done with it? And lastly, what if I have to work?”
“I have ways of finding out. Easily.” Thor shrugged. “Secondly, I’m sure you will. Lastly, call out.” Come hell or high water he was having dinner with you that evening. “We can do this the civilized way, and discuss this as adults. Or you can be a brat and I’ll be forced to be more firm.”
“You can’t bully her into keeping a baby she doesn’t want.” Nat spat.
He smirked at her. “Did she once say she doesn’t want our child?” The fucker was right. You’d never once said you didn’t. You had simply listed the reasons that you couldn’t have this baby. “I’ll see you this evening, Little One.” He told you softly before simply walking out.
You didn’t realize how quiet the diner had been while he was there until conversations quickly picked up the moment that door shut behind him. Your eyes went to Nat and Wanda. “Did that really just happen?”
“That was insane.” Wanda shook her head. “What are you going to do?”
Nat stared at her. “She is getting out of the city, that’s what she’s doing!” She wanted to protect you. “Clint has a half-brother about an hour away. He’s a bit…outthere, but he’s not a bad guy.” While she wasn’t a fan of Wade, he was higher on her list than either Odinson. “We can get you home, pack up, and get you out there.”
“I work first thing tomorrow. I can’t call out. I can’t afford that.” Did she forget you paid half the bills for her sister’s apartment? “I miss a day and I can’t pay a bill.”
“Are you seriously going to that dinner?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing!
“What choice do I have, Natasha?!” Your voice was a bit louder than intended, making some people look over. Swallowing, you collected yourself. “Yes, I will go to that dinner even if I don’t want to. You heard him. What happens if I don’t? What if he targets you and Wanda? What if he kidnaps me?” Who knew what he was capable of? “I will go to this dinner and talk to him. That’s all. It’s not like I’m rushing off to marry the man.” You defended yourself. “I know you look at me like a little sister. You know I view you as a big sister. I love you, but I am a grown woman. I got myself in this mess, and I will have to deal with it.” Your tone was gentle. “I promise if I need you to go in guns blazing, I will tell you. Until then, just…glare from a distance?” You teased.
Nat couldn’t help but give you a tearful smile. “Yeah, I think I can do that.” Getting up, she moved to your side to hug you. “I’ve been looking out for you for 8 years now. I’m just wired to at this point.” She held you tight. “I love you, and I just want you to have the best life possible.”
Hugging her back, you rested your head on her shoulder. “I know.”
Two hours later Nat, Clint, and Wanda arrived. You were dressed, you’d covered your bruises again, and were in the library with Frigga talking about Thor as a child. “Y/N!” Wanda rushed to you when she saw you. Although it had only been a few days, it felt like it had been ages since you’d seen her.
Getting up, you hugged her tight. “Thank you for coming.” You said softly. If they didn’t, you would have had no one there. And that emotion was clear in your voice.
“Of course I’m going to be here to see my best friend get married! And I’ll be there for the big wedding, too!” She promised.
“I would hope my maid of honor would be there.” You chuckled. Who else would you ask to be your maid of honor? It was a no brainer!
She gasped and pulled back to look at you. “Oh my God, of course I’ll be your maid of honor!” Wanda was clearly excited for that, amusing you.
Moving over, you gave Nat and Clint a hug at the same time. “Thank you for coming.” You knew it was likely harder for them.
They both hugged you back, just wanting you to know they supported you.
Frigga watched, smiling. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” You moved to face her, having felt her presence. “Frigga, this is Nat, Wanda, and Clint. Guys, this is Thor’s mom.” You introduced them. “They’re like my family.”
“It’s lovely to meet you all. Clint, how is your mother?” She asked sincerely.
He looked surprised at that. “Uh, she’s good. Pestering about grandkids.” He shrugged, making Frigga chuckle. “I didn’t know you knew her.”
She shook her head. “We’ve never actually met.” Frigga clarified. “I sent her flowers and my love while you were in the hospital, and I’d call to check in on her now and then afterwards. We simply drifted apart since.” She explained. “Perhaps I should invite her to coffee, or tea. Whichever she would prefer.”
“Oh. She never mentioned.” He told her truthfully. “We don’t really talk about…that.” Who would want to? It was a bad memory. “And she’d probably like that, but she works. So you’d need to catch her after work.”
“Forgive me. I won’t mention it again. And I’ll call her this weekend.” She promised as she got up. “Y/N, enjoy some relaxing with your friends. I’ll come fetch you when we’re all ready for the ceremony.” As she walked by, she gently touched your arm. You thought of it was the mother touch. Something moms did to say they were there.
“Thank you.” You honestly felt that you could become close to your soon to be mother-in-law. Which was a massive relief. You’d been terrified that you’d feel like a true prisoner, trapped surrounded by people that you hated. So far the only one you truly despised was Loki.
Once she was gone, the four of you went to sit down on a couple of the couches. “How’s living here going?” Wanda asked, curious.
“I mean, aside from the Loki thing, not bad.” You shrugged a shoulder. “It’s only been a couple days, though.” It wasn’t like you’d been there for weeks, or months. “Maybe I can have you over for a girl’s night soon?” You asked Wanda. “Do facials, watch cheesy movies, all that?”
She smiled and nodded. “I’d really like that. I bet your bed is comfy.” With how much everything in that mansion seemed to be worth, you likely had the comfiest beds available.
“You have no idea. The beds are like heaven.” You gushed.
Nat raised an eyebrow. “You know what more than your bed feels like?”
Wanda slapped her arm. “Nat!” She hissed.
“It’s okay.” You assured her. “And for one, I would assume all the rooms have the same bed.” Why would they get a bunch of different ones? “Plus, last night I was in Thor’s bed. After he got Loki off me he carried me to his room.” It wasn’t anything to lie about. “That’s where I woke up this morning.” You wondered if he’d eventually insist you move yourself into his room.
“I’m glad he got home when he did, but you wouldn’t have been in that spot if he didn’t kidnap you.” Nat pointed out.
Sighing, you looked away for a moment. “Nat, I made this choice.” You wanted her to understand that. “I agreed to this.”
“He couldn’t even be bothered to buy you a ring.” She motioned to your hand.
“...It’s been two days?” When would he have had the chance? He was busy. “And you know that’s not important to me.”
Nat knew that to be true. You always asked for experiences or time with people you cared about over gifts. “What if he doesn’t wear a wedding ring? Won’t that bother you? Who knows what type of woman he’ll be around?”
You went to open your mouth to slightly defend him when you heard the click of heels heading towards the library. Frigga peaked in, smiling. “It’s time, dears.”
Getting up, you offered your hand to Wanda. She took it and gave it a squeeze as she got up. “Well, let’s get you hitched.” She teased, wanting you to know she had your back no matter what.
You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at that. “Let’s.”
Thor smiled at you as you all walked in. He truly hoped that in time, this would morph from a simple arrangement to a love like his parents. Playful bickering, love, and loyalty. No matter how angry they got with each other, that never changed their feelings for the other.
You made your way to where Thor was while the others stood with Odin. He took your left hand and kissed your knuckles softly. “We will be going to get your ring soon, Little One.” He promised.
“Okay.” Nodding, you knew that telling him that you didn’t need one wouldn’t matter. Thor gave off possessive vibes, and would likely enjoy seeing you wear a wedding band set. You just hoped that he took this seriously. You’d need to ask to make sure he didn’t intend to see anyone outside your marriage. While you understood he had needs, that would take time for you to get there.
“You may now kiss the bride!”
The butterflies in your stomach were going insane as he cupped your jaw and kissed you like he meant it. That kiss took you off guard. Kissing him back, you teared up, letting yourself hope that things would be okay. That you, Thor, and the baby could be a little family. That by the time the baby was older, there would be no lingering hints that this was all an arrangement.
Pulling back, he wiped under your eyes with his thumbs. “What’s wrong?” He furrowed his brows.
“Nothing.” You said truthfully. “Just emotional.” You chuckled lightly, making him smile.
He nodded, keeping you close. “Let’s go out to dinner to celebrate!” Thor couldn’t stop grinning, his arm around your waist. His eyes went to you. “Are you craving anything?”
You blushed at the way he was looking at you. “Can we order in? Because I’d like both Mexican and Chinese.” You admitted.
“Ah, the joys of pregnancy.” Frigga laughed. “One of these days we’ll need a mother daughter day. I’ll tell you all about the things Thor made me crave!”
Nodding, you smiled at her. “I would like that.”
“Of course we can do that.” Odin spoke up. “Any cravings, day or night, we can get them for you.” He’d done that for Frigga, and now that they had so many more ways to get food at all hours of the day? He had even more of an expectation for Thor to do the same. “We’ll get you set up on our DoorDash and UberEats account.”
You couldn’t help but giggle, making Thor raise an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, it’s just really funny picturing your father in his pjs at 3am DoorDashing ice cream.” You admitted.
Odin laughed at that- hard. “Oh, you know me so well already!” He teased.
Nat, Clint, and Wanda were surprised at how laid back the Odinson’s seemed. “For me it’s pizza.” Clint joked, knowing that you’d seen him in his old pjs shuffling to the door for pizza before.
“And burgers.” You and Wanda chimed in.
“Let’s all get our orders in, then Y/N can give the others a tour and hang out for a bit until dinner gets here.” Frigga suggested.
“First I need you both to sign the paperwork.” The officiant chuckled from where he was standing.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” You chuckled lightly, going to do just that, Thor right behind you. Then Nat and Wanda signed as witnesses.
After everyone ordered (for both Chinese and Mexican), you looped your arm with Wanda’s and let them out of the room. Thor watched you go for a moment before glancing at his mother. “What?” He asked, wondering about the look on her face.
“You look like a love sick pup.” She teased. “It’s adorable, my son.” All she ever wanted for her boys was to be happy, healthy, and to one day find the woman for them. She believed that he found that in you. “I approve.”
Thor grinned at that. “Thank you, mother.” That meant a great deal to him. “I plan to get her lessons to handle all the guns in the house.” He wondered if his mother would have thoughts on that. “I feel that her and I both would feel better with her knowing how to shoot.”
“I agree.” Odin nodded. “Perhaps once the baby is here and she’s healed we should get her fighting lessons. She clearly knows how to stab.” There was some pride in his voice over that.
“Perhaps I’ll look into some classes for the two of us.” Frigga mused. “Something we could both do.” It would give you both some peace of mind, and a chance to bond over something other than Thor. “Will you take time from work to watch the baby?” She asked Thor. “Because I can’t see her wanting to leave her child with a stranger.”
“Of course I will!” He seemed almost offended that she would have to ask. “I intend to be there for them as father was with you and I. And eventually Loki.”
“Speaking of, we cannot force him to stay overseas forever.” Odin pointed out. “We will need to decide how to handle him.”
Thor made a face at that. “We will. For now, let us focus on the good.”
Heimdall was an absolute sweetie in your opinion. He was so laid back and easy to talk to. Since Thor was going to be out of the city, Heimdall was staying at the house with you. You’d been surprised when you’d shuffled down to (what you called) the home theatre to watch tv one night when you couldn’t sleep and he’d joined you. He’d assured you he didn’t mind being woken up at 2 am. He just naturally woke up to sounds that shouldn’t be there since someone had attempted to kidnap Loki as a child. Now it was second nature to never fall into a very deep sleep.
Halfway through the movie you were watching, you looked over at him. “How does pizza sound?”
Heimdall threw his head back and laughed, as that was the first thing that had been said since the movie started. “I think I could eat.” He grinned at you.
Pulling out your phone, you pulled up DoorDash. “What sounds good? Cheese? Ohhhh how about black olives and mushrooms?”
“Get whatever the tiny Odinson is making you crave.” He said fondly. “I’ll take a large meat lovers. It’ll give me leftovers.”
“Don’t they pay you enough to not need leftovers?” You asked, not taking your eyes off your phone.
He nodded. “Of course they do, but can you blame me? Leftover pizza is delicious!”
“You’re not wrong.” You agreed. “And no dirty dishes.” Not that you had to really worry about that at the moment. “Okay, I also ordered two of each dipping sauce. It’ll be here in an hour. Ah, the joys of living in the city!”
“Sounds good to me.” He chuckled, shaking his head. After a few minutes he glanced to you and spoke up again. “How is it being married to Thor so far?”
You thought for a moment. “He’s sweet.” You looked back at him. “I was livid at first when he demanded we get married and all that, but he’s growing on me.” Something about Heimdall made you feel safe being honest with him. “I think he’ll be a really good dad, and that helps.” Picturing Thor with a little one softened you up a great deal.
Heimdall smiled at that, nodding a bit. “I think so, too. A bit laid back and goofy most days, but he’ll be strict as hell when it’s really needed.”
“Am I gonna have to play bad cop more than him?” You asked jokingly.
“Probably!” He grinned. “But he’ll back you up. Whether that comes to parenting or in general. You’re the most important person in the entire world to him.”
That made you blush lightly and you were thankful that you had the lights off for the movie. “I am quite sure that would be Frigga.” Which you didn’t mind, either. That was his mother and she was so sweet.
Heimdall simply shook his head, a knowing look in his eye as he looked back to the movie.
Four days later, Thor was home. You were surprised at how damn excited you were to see your husband. Heimdall had been amazing company, but you missed Thor. He was getting in at lunch time, so you’d opted to wear a cute dress, style your hair slightly, and do a bit of makeup. When Heimdall alerted you that they were pulling up the drive, you rushed to greet him.
When he walked in, he looked annoyed, but the moment he saw you his face lit up. “Little One! I didn’t expect to see you right away.” He admitted as he set his bag down.
“I was actually hoping we could go out to lunch together?” You admitted. “Or order some DoorDash?” If he didn’t want to go out, that was okay.
Thor’s face softened. “I would love to take you out.” Thor was thankful that you were initiating dates. “Let me change, as I’ve been in a plane for hours.” He made a face, grinning when you giggled. “Think of where you’d like to go.” Tapping the tip of your nose, he made his way upstairs to change quickly.
By the time it came to find out what you were having, you realized you loved Thor. Not head over heels in love yet, but love either way. Your appointment wasn’t until 11, so Thor decided to make a morning of it. The two of you went to breakfast at the diner that had the bagels that you liked, did some shopping (there was to be a gender reveal that evening and he wanted you to have a new dress), and then made your way to the appointment. “So, are you wanting a girl or a boy?” You asked him as you sat in the waiting room.
Thor thought for a moment. “It could go either way, but I would say a boy.” He said honestly. “My older sister is quite mean, and I’ve come to find that’s a trait of eldest daughters.” Chucking, he shook his head.
You giggled at that. “I can’t say. I haven’t met her yet. Is she anything like Loki?” Lord you hoped not!
“They are far more alike than either would care to admit.” Often they would joke it was Thor who was actually adopted, despite the fact that Thor was the only one who looked like Odin and Frigga. “But I feel she would be more accepting towards you than he was.” If anything, she would likely be indifferent. “She only comes home when she has to, so there’s no telling when you’ll meet her.”
“Does she know that you got married, or that we’re having a baby?” Or would that be a surprise to her like it was to Loki?
“Father keeps her up to date with weekly calls.” Odin would give her updates on the business and the family. It just made things far easier if Hela needed to step in. “So, she is well aware that there’s a Mrs. Thor Odinson, and that we are expecting.”
That relaxed you a great deal. “I’m glad.” At least you wouldn’t risk another altercation.
“Y/N Odinson?” The nurse called from the door, making a few other patients look over. Two that were sitting together started talking between them, making you roll your eyes as you stood up.
Thor held your hand as the two of you were led to the ultrasound room. He could not wait to find out what you were having that evening.
When you got home after he took you to lunch, you passed the envelope off to Heimdall. He was in charge of going to the bakery to get the cake. When Thor realized how comfortable you were with Heimdall, he ‘gave’ him to you. Instead of your usual driver/body guard, Heimdall took over. This way, when it was you and the baby being driven, you felt safe and comfortable. And Thor would never have to worry about Heimdall’s loyalty.
“I’m going to shower and get ready for dinner.” You kissed Thor’s cheek.
“You will look beautiful, as always.” He held you close, hand resting on your hip.
“Ah, the lovebirds.” Came Loki’s voice, making you tense. “Relax, sister.” His tone was teasing, doing nothing for you. He looked relaxed, hands in the pockets of his black slacks. “I come in peace.”
You gave him an unimpressed look. “Sorry if I don’t jump for joy at seeing you.” You said cooly. “How’s the hand?” It was clear you were uninterested, and asking as a way to toy with him.
Thor was amused that you weren’t backing down from Loki. Loki even looked a bit impressed. “Why are you home, brother?” He asked.
“Is tonight not a family occasion?” Loki countered, eyebrow raised. “I promise to be on my best behavior. Lest I get stabbed again.” His eyes went to you as he pulled his hand out of his pocket. “As for my hand, it’s mostly healed. Still a bit sore, of course.”
“Guess I should have aimed behind me instead.” You smiled sarcastically. “Anyways, I’ll be in our room if you need me.” You told Thor before slipping away to head up the stairs.
Both men watched you before turning their eyes towards each other. “You better behave.” Thor said through clenched teeth. “Or you’ll be taking a far more permanent trip.”
Loki rolled his eyes at that. “Relax.” He moved closer. “Whether I like you or not is irrelevant. I can respect her.” Thor stared at him, shocked. “Oh, I was beyond livid about that night, however…She put up one hell of a fight. I mean she stabbed me simply for implying she was a whore.”
“And for putting your hands on her.” Thor reminded him. “Or did you forget that part?”
“Details.” He waved it off.
“There are my boys!” Frigga smiled when she saw the two of them as she came down the hall. “Where is my beautiful daughter in law?”
Loki motioned to the stairs. “Went upstairs after sassing me.” He shrugged.
“She was going to shower and get ready for dinner. Heimdall already left to go to the bakery for the cake.” Thor explained. “After breakfast we went shopping and she got a dress specifically for tonight.” There was love in his eyes.
“I can’t lie. I’m hoping it’s a girl!” Frigga chuckled.
“I’m hoping for a boy.” Thor grinned. “Hela was the first born, and as I told her…it seems that eldest daughters are known for being just mean.” Clearly that wasn’t something he wanted. “And perhaps we would have a girl next time.”
Her face lit up at that. “Already discussing the next baby?”
“Mother, calm down.” Loki said fair gently than Thor would have expected, but Loki did have a soft spot for their mother. Perhaps that’s why he was coming around to you. “Let her finish birthing this one before you rush for the next.”
Frigga nodded, her gaze moving from Thor to Loki. “If only you’d settle down with a nice girl.”
Loki let out a groan. “Please, mother.” He half whined, making Thor smirk. “Last time you got this way you set me up on too many blind dates. I was in hell.” It had been eight dates over the span of two months. The last one had been so bad he pleaded with her to stop.
“Don’t worry. I have no one I could possibly set you up with.” She patted his arm gently. “Just hoping you find someone one day, that’s all. I’m your mother.”
“Thank you. And I know you do.”
Thor kept his mouth shut, knowing that it would take one hell of a woman to deal with his brother. And he doubted that she even existed. That was none of his business, however.
Thor was relaxing with Odin when you texted him from upstairs. Uh, can you come help zip me up? I didn’t think of the zipper when buying this LOL Thor laughed before replying that he would be right there. “Alright, father, duty calls.”
“Don’t be too long. Dinner will be here shortly.” Odin winked. “Ah, to be a newlywed again.”
“How long would it take to zip her dress?” He smirked, making Odin chuckle.
Moments later he was walking into your shared room. You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled. “Thank you.” You chuckled. “I should start buying dresses that zip on the side or not at all.”
Thor licked his lips as he moved closer to you. He put his hands on your hips and kissed your neck softly. “I will never argue about helping you with your dresses, little one.” He assured you, his lips barely leaving your skin.
You couldn’t help but lean your head to the side, closing your eyes. You’d made out with Thor since moving into his room, but had been too shy to do much else. “Thor…” You breathed.
“Yes?” You felt him smirk against your skin.
“I need you.”
“You have me. Forever.” He promised, stepping back to turn you to pull you into the most loving kiss the pair of you shared to date.
That night, come 6, you were dressed and ready to go. Wanda was at work for another hour, so you left her a little note.
Hope work went well! Episode of our show tonight when I get home? :) Love you! Xoxo me
You were in a nice dress, and your hair was put up in a simple updo. In your hand was a clutch, and you gripped it so tightly that your knuckles were white. You had no idea what to expect that evening. Hearing a knock on the door, you jumped. “Get it together!” You scolded yourself before answering the door.
“Holy shit.” You breathed as you pulled up to one of the 5th Street mansions. How well did being a mafia boss actually pay? You were expecting maybe a brownstone.
“We’re here, miss.” The driver told you gently.
Nodding, you slipped out of the car. There was a man standing at the top of the steps who screamed ‘FBI’ if you were being honest. He simply opened the front door for you as you made your way up the stairs, not even uttering a single word. Was Thor inside and was just being rude by not greeting you? He was forcing you to be here, the least he could do was meet you outside.
“Ah, hello, Little One.” Came his voice, making you jump slightly. You hadn’t noticed the large doors off to your left, but in your defence they did blend into the walls a bit. “I was just finishing up an important meeting. Come.” He moved next to you, offering his arm.
Blinking up at him, you were surprised when he moved your hand to rest on his arm. “Are we eating here?” You asked. “Or are we going out?”
“We are dining in.” He led you down the hall, towards a very large dining room. It was the biggest dining room you’d ever seen in your life. Thor looked amused at your facial expression. “Do you like it?”
“It’s…wow.” You blinked. “I think this one room costs more than anything I will ever earn in my lifetime.”
Thor laughed at that, and you hated how much you liked that sound. He pulled out a chair for you and you blushed as you sat. Nothing was said as he moved to his own chair. Moments later, a woman brought out two plates. “I hope you enjoy Italian.” He beamed.
Picking up your fork, you nodded. “It’s actually my favorite.” You told him softly. “So, you wanted to talk?” Might as well get the discussion about the baby started.
“Of course. I would greatly enjoy getting to know the mother of my child.” He grinned, saying it so casually.
Swallowing the bite you just took, you shook your head. “I told you I don’t even know if I’m keeping it. I’m young, I don’t make a lot of money, I live in a small apartment with my best friend.” Did he not get that?
Thor sipped his drink, his eyes never leaving you. “You may be young, but you are not too young.” He countered your first point. “Many women have become excellent mothers before your age. My own mother had me when she was just 19, and she is an amazing mother!” There was pride in his voice at that. “You will love her, and she will love you.” He looked forward to that. “You’ll never worry about money or lodgings again, I can promise you that.”
You licked some sauce from your lips, ignoring the way he watched. “I’m sure your mother is amazing, but we are two different people. What’s right for one person may not be right for another.” From what you heard him and his brother were night and day. “Why would I never need to worry? I’m a single woman in New York City, and rent is expensive- I’m very lucky I only have one roommate. Of course I’ll worry.”
“Well, first of all. You are no longer a single woman.”
“I’m sorry. What now? I haven’t dated anyone in like two years.” Was he mental? You had no idea what he was talking about.
He seemed completely unbothered by things as he took a bite of his food. “We are to be parents. No child has ever been born out of wedlock in my family. You shall be Mrs. Odinson, future head lady of the Odinsons.” There was an excitement to his voice. “Mother will not wish to have that role forever! I believe Father is looking to step down soon, so I will be in charge.” He was saying things so casually.
Blinking, you were beginning to panic. “You want me to… marry you ? I don’t even know you!” Your voice rose a bit.
“Of course. This shall be your home!” He motioned around. “I will send my most trusted men to fetch your things in the morning.”
“No. I live with Wanda. I will continue to live with Wanda. I will keep my job.” Who did he think he was?! “This isn’t some sick mafia Beauty and the Beast situation.”
Thor didn’t look pleased that you were fighting, but there was a glimmer in his eye that told you that he was slightly impressed. “If you agree to one of my men will stay by you, you may continue to work. For now.” He told you. “He will also be your driver. We will marry in a couple days, in this house. Then we will plan a lavish wedding. Whatever your heart desires.” Just because he wanted you there, and to marry him without really knowing him, didn’t mean he wouldn’t do his best to make you happy. He planned to spoil you, and your child.
“I don’t want to live with a stranger. I don’t want to marry a stranger. I don’t want to ditch my best friend.” The fight was leaving you, because you had no idea how the hell you were supposed to deal with this.
“Do not worry about Miss Maximoff. She will be taken care of.”
You stiffened. “Please don’t tell me that’s in the mafia sense of ‘take care of’.” You stared at him.
A moment later, he threw his head back and laughed. “No, Little One!” He assured you. “I meant she will literally be taken care of. Father owns that building.” He waved off your worry. “That apartment shall be hers as long as she wants it and as long as we are married.” It wasn’t like he would ever agree to a divorce, either.
“Are you saying that you’ll have her evicted if I don’t agree to all this?” Your voice was soft, and sad. You’d do anything for her and Nat. “Fine.” Tearing up, you clenched your jaw. “I will agree to one of your men following me around, but he’ll have to stay outside my office. I will move in, but tonight I will go home and enjoy one last night with Wanda. I will pack my own things.” Your chest ached.
“I believe that is fair.” He agreed. “What hours do you work tomorrow?”
“I go in at 6, and I get out at 4.” You picked at your dinner, your mind going all over the place. “I’ll pack up when I get home from work.”
Thor nodded. “I will personally pick you up at 6 tomorrow.” He knew that he wanted to get to know you. He thought you were beautiful, and knew that your child would be, as well.
Wanda rushed to greet you when you got home. “Babe?” She furrowed her brows at you. You looked like you weren’t all there. The light in your eyes was dull, worrying her. “Did he hurt you? What happened?”
That made you cry all over again. “I’m, uh, I’m marrying Thor.” You sniffed. “In a couple days. Then we’ll be planning an actual wedding.” Her eyes went wide at that. “Tonight is my last night in the apartment. I’ll pack tomorrow after work and he’s picking me up at 6.”
“You’re moving out? Just like that? You didn’t fight that? I know you.” It made no sense to her.
“Don’t worry about rent. His father owns this building. As long as we’re married, and as long as you want this apartment? It’s yours.” You didn’t want her stressing out about rent.
Wanda stared at you. “You agreed to this to protect me, didn’t you?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“I would move heaven and Earth to protect you and Nat. Turns out all I have to do is be a mafia wife and mother.” How was it only that morning that you found out about the baby? It hadn’t even been 24 hours and you were now technically engaged, and your entire world was changing. “Can I just change into some comfy pjs so we can watch something?”
Nodding, she gave your arm a gentle squeeze. “Of course.” She agreed softly.
Morning sickness slammed you hard just a week later- the day after the two of you got your wedding bands. You’d be silly enough to hope that it wouldn’t really get to you much, and you were regretting that hope. Thor came into your bathroom with a cup of water, saltines, and a cool washcloth. “I called your boss and explained the situation.” He told you, putting the cloth on the back of your neck.
Sipping the water, you nodded. “Thank you.” You sighed. “If this keeps up I’ll need to just quit.” Which the thought bothered you, but far less than trying to push through this to get to work. “Maybe find something work from home once it lets up.” Not making your own money wasn’t an option.
“You know you will never want for a thing.” He assured you. “But I can tell this is important to you.” Honestly, your drive was attractive to him. “Would you like to do little things for us here and there until then? Only on the days where you’re well enough?”
As you nibbled a cracker, you thought. “Like what?” What could you possibly do for the mafia?
Thor smiled softly, thankful you didn’t just shoot the idea down. “Perhaps making dinner reservations as needed, that would be quite useful.” He mused. “Father does business over dinner a great deal.” That would also be something simple you could easily do in your pajamas. “When we have a party you could do the catering order and such. Make sure things go smoothly. Parties don’t happen as often, but they are important.”
Those did sound like things you could feasibly do. “I could do that.” You agreed. “Anything else?” Those didn’t sound like things that would be consistent.
“Let’s start there, little one. You have the most important job out of everyone in the family.” There was an emotion in his voice that he couldn’t place. He chuckled at the look of confusion on your face. “Growing the tiny Odinson.” He smiled.
Your hand went to your stomach. It really hadn’t changed all that much. There was just a touch of chub there, which could easily pass as having eaten too much. “Just a couple months and we find out what we’re having.” You said softly. Many nights you would fall asleep wondering what you were having, who they would take after, what they would be like, and what interests they would have as they got older. And you had found yourself hoping they had Thor’s smile.
That smile he gave you right at that moment. “I cannot wait.” He told you truthfully. His smile faded as you quickly turned to throw up again. He rubbed your back gently, hoping this would pass quickly.
Two days later you officially quit your job. Thor went with you to clean out your desk. You could feel the eyes on you, and hear some of the whispers. “Are the rumors true?” Came the voice of a guy that you’d worked with for the past two years- Jeremy. You had a feeling he had a slight crush on you, but he’d never acted on it.
You raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ll have to be more specific…” If you’d been out of work, how would you know what rumors he was referring to?
Thor simply stood by, arms crossed, shooting daggers at Jeremy. He would let you deal with him and only step in if needed.
“That you went off and got married to this guy because you got pregnant, and that now you’re some trophy wife.” He swallowed, trying to ignore Thor staring him down. “Like a kept woman.”
Putting your left hand on your hip, you let the diamond on your finger show. “Yes, I got married.” You told him. “Yes, I’m pregnant.” You went on. “But I’m sure as hell not some trophy wife.” The idea clearly bothered you. “And I’m sure as hell not a kept woman.”
At your tone, Thor smirked. He enjoyed your sass- when it wasn’t aimed at him. “So, why are you quitting?” Jeremy asked, confused.
“Because throwing up all day is tiring and there’s no way in hell I can do my job properly while hugging a toilet?” You pointed out. “This way I can deal with my morning sickness with far less stress, and when it’s let up I can find something work from home.” When you went to lift your box of belongings, Thor quickly beat you to it. “Thank you.” You gave him a soft smile.
Jeremy made a face, nodding. “Yeah, I can’t see that being easy.” He agreed. “Well, good luck.”
“Thanks.” For some reason, you looped your hand on Thor’s forearm to walk out of the office. It just felt right.
“Are you well enough for brunch, little one?” You hadn’t had breakfast this morning beyond a granola bar because your stomach had been boycotting anything more than that. “There’s a little deli not far from here I think you’d like.”
“I can try to eat.” You agreed. “If not, I can bring what I order home to pick at later.” A bagel did sound kind of good, if you were being honest.
“Wonderful.” He beamed. “I had another question.”
You tilted your head ever so slightly. “What’s that?” There was no telling what would come out of his mouth.
“Would you please move yourself into my room? We have been married for just over a week. I would like to get us used to sleeping side by side sooner rather than later. I promise to not try anything.” He assured you. While he would like to be with you again, he wouldn’t rush things.
“Wouldn’t it be better to wait for me to get over this morning sickness?” You asked. “So I don’t wake you up in the middle of the night when I get up?”
“You’re getting sick in the middle of the night? Not just during the day?” Of course he wouldn’t know, you had your own in-suite bathroom.
Nodding, you figured he’d want to wait now. “Sometimes a few times a night. That’s why some mornings I sleep in a bit later.” It was just how it was. “I get up, get sick, brush my teeth, and go back to bed.”
“All the more reason for you to be in my room!” Thor insisted. “This way I can assist in any way I can.” The look on his face was adorable.
“You want to get woken up in the middle of the night because I need to puke up my guts?”
“You are growing our child. I will do what I can.” It was the simplest thing in the world to him. “So, I shall have your things moved when we return. Shall I keep a mini fridge in our room? With bottled water and ginger ale?” His mind was already going through ways he could make it better for you. “And keep some saltines in our room?”
You smiled softly at him as you shook your head. “No, thank you. There’s no need. Once I throw up I’m usually okay for at least a few hours. Thankfully I read that it should let up in the next two to four weeks. I’m hoping for two.” Who wouldn’t hope for the least amount of time?
You were halfway through your bagel when Thor received a text that made him look angry and annoyed. “Everything okay?” You asked, taking a small bite. You’d need to come back again. The bagel was delicious .
“Busniess.” He sighed, shaking his head. “It looks like father and I need to take a trip.” Clearly, that pissed him off. “At least a few days. Feel free to have Wanda come stay while I’m gone so you have company.”
Sipping your drink, you nodded. Hopefully she would be able to come stay with you. “Do we need to get back right away, or can we finish our food?” It had been a nice brunch up until that moment. It was a bit weird to be dating your husband after you got married, but you hoped that made things stronger between you.
He glanced at you, and could tell you didn’t want to stop your brunch just yet. His face softened before he smiled at you. “Do not rush, little one. They can wait.” He assured you, enjoying how you looked a bit excited at that. “I will be having Heimdall be your driver while I’m gone. I trust no other like him. Anything you need, go to him.” Leaving you without a trustworthy person was not an option for him.
“Have I met him yet?” The name didn’t sound familiar.
“Not yet. He will be there when we get home.” Thor explained. “He has been around our family for years. I believe I was about 13 when he came to work for us.”
Your eyebrows went up at that. “That is a long time. I look forward to meeting him.” And hopefully learning more about the family from another perspective.
