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God, Squared (Thor x Loki x fem! reader)

semester is over. who's ready for some filth?

Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: 18+, restraints, slight degradation, unrelated brothers please be mindful. Tags: sub!:oki (ish), dom!loki (ish) thor is very tender, slightly dom!reader, use of restraints, lots of kinks, absolute filth, self-indulgent fantasy. reminder that reblogging is the best way to share fics and please don't repost. please enjoy <333

You kicked the door to your room open in annoyance, flushed and sweaty and grumbling to yourself at the inconveniences of the morning.

Upon arriving at the training room, you’d found your gloves and boots missing. Unlike a sword that you could go without for one day, you couldn’t exactly go barefoot into the sparring ring.

The palace was nearly a 20 minute walk, but you’d run it in 10, panicking that there would be a surprise evaluation the one day you’d decided to forget your most important equipment.

Except you never took your uniform out of the training grounds. Not ever. You certainly wouldn’t have taken it back to your room.

Ah. As your foot found the door and your eyes fell on your quarters, everything suddenly made a lot more sense.

The two banes of your existence, one blonde and one raven-haired, lounged on the armchairs by your window, long limbs and various bits of armor hanging off the armrests.

“Did you hide-” you spoke immediately, but were cut off.

“Your gloves, yes,” said Loki, his green eyes glimmering of mischief. There was no other glow like the kind Loki got when he was being insufferable.

“And are those my…”

“Your boots, yes,” Thor finished, looking all too pleased with himself. “Taken by us to lure you back to the palace so we could fuck you.”

You looked from Thor to Loki, and from Loki to Thor, your mouth slightly open from the audacity of them both.

“Well done, brother,” Loki said. “She’s speechless.”

“Fuck off,” you scolded, stalking over to try to grab your gloves from Loki’s hand. He vanished them instantly, tucked away in some hidden fold in reality that only he could access. You swatted him on the shoulder instead, and he grabbed your hips in response, pulling him down possessively on his lap.

“She’s not exactly thrilled as you said she’d be, brother,” mused Thor to Loki, who had risen from his chair when you walked over. Always a gentleman, even when he was trying to get in your pants. “I must say I’m surprised, I thought we’d given you a wonderful time last week.”

Now your cheeks flushed. Loki’s hands were taught on your hips, and he’d begun to move your hair away from your neck.

“I don’t exactly have the privilege you two have when it comes to ditching your duties,” you spat. “Might I remind you I’m not a prince.”

“No, but a princess…” Thor said as plainly as if it were well-known that you were his sister, a fellow heir to the throne. It sent a shiver down your spine, one that you were sure Loki felt from where you quivered on his knee.

“Except I’m not,” you retorted. “I worked hard to become a warrior and every time this…happens I risk losing everything. You, on the other hand, would lose nothing,” you added with a heated stare in Loki’s direction. “I’d just be another body on your list.”

Loki tsked, his turn to be petulant.

“Darling, you’re far more than a quick fuck in a dark corner,” he purred.

“Wow, thank you so much Loki,” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “The bar is incredibly high.”

“Oh, hush…” said Loki. “We have a lot to lose, too. You’re the only one who’s ever been able to handle both of us…” he whispered the last words, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He let his hand linger on your jaw, and as if on instinct your hand nuzzled it closer. He smirked, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Now kiss me, and make Thor watch…” Loki murmured, drawing your face closer to him by your throat.

You let your lips fall within millimeters of his own before you denied him.

“I don’t think so,” you whispered, and with a nip to his bottom lip, you grasped the hands at your waist and lashed them quickly behind his back with your belt, which you’d been sneakily unbuckling since he dragged you down.

“What-” Loki said, looking distraught.

“Change of plans, Loki, since stealing my things was your idea, I’m going to go fuck your brother,” you said as you left his lap, swaying your hips as you walked up to the blonde burly man. He always seemed to glow in sunlight, and this morning the rays that caught the braid in his hair made it look like spun silk. You turned around to look at Loki as you grasped Thor’s thick cock through his trousers, making his knees buckle a little.

“And you’re going to watch…” you finished, and a cry of protest escaped from Loki as he writhed where he was tied.

Thor was round where Loki was angular, his deep blue eyes pools of kindness where Loki’s green ones were shrouded in mystery.

“Gods,” Thor groaned as you palmed him again, the tent in his breeches straining against your hand. “Brother, she’s outdone you…”

You couldn’t reach his lips as you stood in front of his bulk, so you settled with basking in the adoring gaze that Thor was showering you with.

“No she hasn’t,” Loki said, unable to hide his annoyance. “I could get out anytime. I choose to play along…” he said, his eyes flitting over you and Thor.

You walked back over to Loki and placed both hands on his knees, leaning over him so cleavage poked out of your tight training suit. His eyes flicked there and back to your face ever so quickly, his expression one of stony determination.

“Yes Loki, you’ll stay right here, won’t you?” you said. “You’ll stay here because secretly you like watching me fuck Thor. You like hearing me moan his name instead of yours, don’t you? You like feeling small, defeated, weak…second best.”

Loki said nothing, but his lips pursed in a silent rage. You smirked, undoing the zipper on his trousers so his cock slipped free.

“Oh, my darling,” you crooned, stroking the shining tip with one finger. “So hard already.”

Thor was behind you now, trailing his hands up the curve of your waist as he kissed your neck, right in front of Loki. You let your head fall to the side at the gentle tickle of his beard, eyes falling shut at the sensation. You let him undress you tenderly, his thick fingers were always more delicate than you expected, and soon the two of you were completely naked, entwined on top of the white sheets. Your tongues tangled together and you swallowed each other’s moans, each knowing the other was being just a bit louder than usual because of the audience.

“Promise me, brother, you’ll let me taste her…” Loki moaned as Thor finally gave you what you wanted, stretching the thick girth of his cock into your entrance.

“Perhaps…” Thor’s voice hitched as he settled all the way inside. “But you’ll taste me there, too, brother,” he said, beginning to snap his hips faster, building heat and wetness between your legs.

“Oh, Thor,” you cried. Something about the way Thor said “brother,” imagining Loki licking the essence of both of you between your folds, made you feel light-headed.

“You’re so fucking dirty,” you gasped, pulling Thor’s mouth to yours as he hit your back walls over and over again, the girth of his cock pulling you apart at the seams. From the corner of your eye you saw Loki writhing against his restraints, bucking his hips into the air for relief that never came.

“You like that?” Thor said back into your mouth, the question half-goading, half-genuine because even buried to the hilt inside you, Thor couldn’t help but check if you were alright.

“God, yes, I fucking love it,” you cried. “More, tell me more.”

“I think-” Thor started, then was cut off by a particularly hard clench around his length. “Shit…Who do you think Loki wishes he was more? Me or you?” Thor rumbled with a smirk.

“OH- ah-” you moaned, your nails leaving red ribbons on Thor’s brawn as his cock hit your cervix. “T-t-tell him how my pussy feels and then he can answer.”

Thor kissed you sloppily, more of a gnashing of tongues and breath before he did as you said.

“Brother, - gods - she feels like silk,” Thor moaned. “The tightest warmth in the nine realms - fuck - I want her all to myself,” he cried before pulling out all at once, panting harder than before and tearing holes through the bedsheets with his fingers.

“Don’t you dare…” Loki growled from his chair, nearly shooting venom from his mouth.

“Norns, brother, I almost came,” Thor ignored his brother as he panted, his eyes squeezed together in his denial of release.

“No no no…” you whined, stroking his chest in an effort to calm him. “I haven’t fucked you quite long enough, Thor…”

Fresh fire sparked in Thor’s eyes with his name on your lips. He tossed a self-satisfied glance at his brother before lining himself up at your entrance once again. His cock pressed into you this time with a wet sound, exhaling all at once as your warmth surrounded him.

Thor cursed your name to the gods as he began to move, your wetness drenching his balls and spreading on the sheets below you.

“Loki…” Thor moaning his brother’s name felt like sparks in your cunt. “Would you like to see her ride me?”

“Fuck you,” was all Loki groaned, but his cheeks were redder than Thor’s. Behind him, the restraints left his wrists red and raw from his desperate attempts of escaping.

“I think that was a yes,” you said, wrapping your arms around Thor’s neck. In one motion he rose to his knees and flipped you on top, his cock wedged inside you the whole time.

You arched your back as you pressed yourself up Thor’s sweaty chest, fully aware of Loki’s eyes feasting on the curve of your ass. It thrilled you, putting on a show like this. You heard a strained fuck from where Loki was restrained, and you shot a smirk at Thor.

One of your fingers reached down to circle your clit a few times. The result was exactly what you wanted; an overwhelming feeling of pleasure radiating from your belly, another wave of slick coating Thor’s cock and dripping down his thighs.

Wetter now more than ever, you lifted yourself up ever so slightly, settling your hips back down onto Thor’s cock with a squelch.

“Fuck,” Thor grunted through gritted teeth. “Brother, look at her. Look how well she’s riding me.”

You tossed your head over your shoulder and bit your lip as you began to fuck onto Thor faster. Loki looked like a wreck. The shining red of his cock was spurting clear fluid and a giant puddle of it had formed on his stomach. His face was contorted half in rage and half in a daze.

“Loki…” your voice was a sultry whisper, and you saw his cock jump on his stomach when you said his name. “You’re being so good, so patient,” your voice was a whine, and if Loki had his hands free he would have clapped one over his mouth to keep from screaming. Instead, he bit his lip until he tasted copper, the sight of Thor’s cock filling you to the brim nearly too much for him to handle.

Wet slapping noises and Thor’s obscene grunts filled the room. Your moans were approaching feral territory, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t exaggerating them just a little bit to make Loki’s flush a little deeper. You couldn’t help it, the thrill it sent down your spine was too addicting.

“W-will you release him?” Thor panted his question, grasping the small of your back with large hands to slow the rock of your hips. He was dangerously close to coming undone.

“I wish for him to feel you before I ruin you…” Thor groaned with a shaky exhale, trying to ease you off his length.

“Ah ah-” you resisted Thor’s strength with a delicate flutter of your cunt around his cock. His hands fell away and he moaned deep in his throat. “I want him to watch you come inside me, Thor,” you said crystal-clear, tossing an evil glance over your shoulder at the mop of sweaty raven-hair that had once been Loki, twenty long minutes ago before you’d fucked his brother in front of him. “Ruin my cunt, I’m begging you.”

Thor looked dumbstruck. You’d never allowed him this before; it was always Loki you wanted to be filled with.

“Are- fuck - are you sure?” Thor asked, but his eyes pleaded for permission.

“Yes, Thor, darling,” you purred, one hand rubbing the firm expanse of his bronzed chest. “Come inside me, please,” you rocked forward, feeling his bulge against the taught skin of your stomach. “Right here,” you said, taking one of his hands and pressing it into your low belly. When Thor felt himself move inside you, darkness flooded his eyes.

You heard a distraught, jealous groan from the corner of the room, and you knew you'd touched a nerve.

Thor's thrusts became animal, and you clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your shrieks that threatened to break every glass surface in the palace. His cock felt like a wedge splitting you open, as if you were nothing but a piece of wood between his hands. You were about to splinter into a million pieces with the God of Thunder inside you, making a scene while his adopted brother wasn’t even allowed to touch you.

The thought sent you over the edge. With a scream that ricocheted from your lungs, your cunt clenched around Thor’s cock, locking him inside you as every muscle in your body tensed.

“Thor…” you moaned his name as you came, piercing his deep blue eyes as your cunt milked him in rhythmic flutters.

A bolt of lightning flashed outside, rattling the entire palace. Thunder roared at the same time Thor exploded inside you, and through your white-hot pleasure you felt warmth coat your walls.

With a heaving breath, Thor’s bruising grip on your hips relaxed a little. His cock twitched and sputtered inside you, the sheer amount of seed he had spilled in you already beginning to leak out. Thor let his cock slide out of you with a groan, white dripping from his tip and your slit. You felt deflated and limp from your orgasm, but a whimper from the corner of the room reminded you that you weren’t done yet.

“Let me have him,” you murmured to Thor, and he understood. His knees wobbled a little as he rose, and Thor undid Loki’s restraint with one hand. The trickster was hunched over his aching cock, whining with the unfairness of it all. When his hands broke free, he stood up quickly, choosing to glimmer away his clothing instead of bothering with undressing.

Loki approached where you lay, almost tentatively. How shocking was it that you made the God of Mischief so obedient? His eyes raked over your body, from the damp hair that clung to your forehead to the fingers in your cunt that plugged up as much of Thor’s come as possible.

“Come here,” you drew him close with a crook of your finger. In an instant he was on top of you, kissing you like a man dying of thirst. You moaned against his mouth, not realizing how much you’d missed the sweetness of his lips.

“Are you jealous?” you murmured when Loki came up for air.

“You are…” Loki started, biting your neck hard enough to make you clench around air. “The biggest pain in my fucking ass…” he whispered into your ear, licking the spot he’d bitten to soothe it. “Insolent. Greedy.”

You just giggled under Loki’s monstrous gaze.

“Are you gonna let me fuck you now?” Loki growled, already stroking his cock with the copious amount of precome he was leaking. “Or do you have a line of suitors outside the door who have to spend in your hole before me?”

“Brother…” Thor said sharply from where he sprawled next to you.

“It’s alright, she likes it,” said Loki. “She’s our little slut, don’t you remember?”

“Yes, my prince,” you said, biting your lips as a sign that Loki could now take whatever he wanted from you. Thor moaned again next to you, his cock sticking straight up again as he watched Loki line himself up at the hole he’d just spilled himself in.

And so he did. Loki plunged into your overused cunt and gasped, the buildup and denial you’d put him through nearly enough to make the first silky squeeze of you send him over the edge. He grit his teeth and held back his seed, determined to bring you to a better orgasm than his brother.

“Thor just warmed you up, didn’t he love?” Loki panted, curls falling over your face as he pierced you with green eyes.

“Loki, let me touch her…” Thor groaned again. Not three minutes had passed since he slid out of you, yet here Thor was, begging to have his hands on you again.

Loki grunted, possessive, but the way his cock quivered dangerously inside of you made him oblige.

“Let’s make her scream, brother,” he said ruefully, angling his hips to hit the very back of your channel. Already the pressure was building, and with Thor’s thick fingers circling your clit, your moans soon became short and breathy.

“Oh, fuck,” you cried. Loki’s brow was furrowing as pleasure rippled from your core to his cock. He was going to spill inside you, right where his brother had just done five minutes ago.

“Come for me, sweet girl,” Loki murmured, the silk of his voice not matching the violence of his hips that was rocketing you forwards. “Come for your prince. Explode on me.”

“That’s it,” Thor was saying, and your eyes flitted from blonde to black from tan to white and blue to green, and suddenly you were screaming Loki’s name, your back arching into the mattress as pleasure opened up inside of you once again.

“Augh-”

Loki tensed a second after you did, warm white filling your belly even fuller than it was before. Your mouths collided as he spent himself, and with his tongue in your mouth and his seed flooding deep inside of you, you’d never felt more full in your life.

Loki’s arms shook and then gave out and he fell in a sweaty pile of black curls on your chest. A bronzed hand stroked his hair out of his face and you hummed into his neck, laying little kisses along his pale skin.

“Thank you, love,” you murmured, soft enough that only Loki could hear. He raised himself on shaking arms to lick into your mouth, a slow and tender caress of his tongue that told you that he'd fucked away all his malice. Well, at least in the current afterglow.

You dozed between them for awhile, and awoke still sticky between your legs with both brothers’ release. When you came to, they were both staring at you in transfixed silence. Thor traced the curve of your breast and Loki spread the folds of your cunt apart, watching the white seep out of you.

“Boys,” you said in greeting. Two equally devilish smirks were returned.

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flightlessangelwings · 6 months

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Being inclusive with your reader insert fic is a kindness. It tells people of color (poc) that you are considering someone who does not look like you in your fic. It shows love and dedication to our craft. It tells poc that they belong here too and they can see themselves in your story.

Poc aren’t look for activism in fic, we know fandom isn’t that serious, but we should be able to have that same level of escapism when we turn to fic and fandom. We belong here too. This space is for everyone, not just one group of people.

Just to give a few examples of how simple it can be: say “skin warmed” instead of blushed, say “cradled your head” instead of running fingers through hair, say “angles yourself to kiss” instead of standing on tiptoes, use italics to indicate Spanish to take out a throwaway line of “you didn’t understand Spanish” things like that. Small changes that do not impact the fic at all but make a world of difference in inclusivity!

And for anything you can’t/don’t want to change, simply add warning in the beginning. Things like hair descriptors, anything reader might wear, some backstory for reader (especially involving family or where the story is set), readers job, things like that. A lot of times just having that heads up before the fic makes a world of difference!

And one example of kindness we as writers always worked to change: until recently (just a couple years ago) it wasn’t common to label the gender of the reader. But those who aren’t female asked writers to label it so they know which to read and which to avoid, and now it’s common to label the gender/pronouns of the reader. So it is possible! It just takes effort! And I’m a writer myself so I know it can be done!

We can pretend to be a bartender or a bounty hunter or an actress or anything else. But we shouldn’t have to imagine we’re a white one.

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realangelahernandez · 4 months

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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

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luxthestrange · 5 months

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RoR Incorrect quotes#156 DADAA

Adam*Holding you in his arms wrapped like a burrito, cradling you in his arms for your nap...Even when you're an adult- In a hushed tone* You BEAUTIFUL and CAPABLE of GREAT things my child...

Adam*Whispering closer to your ears, eyes glowing blue and red*LIKE MURDER~...

Y/n*Snoozing comfortably in his arms*ZZZZzzzz

Adam*Eyes go back to normal, shaking head* Dont do that tho~...

Adam*Eyes glowing again in killer instinct mode*UNLESS ITS COMPLETELY NECESSARY

Y/n*Sleep talking,responding to him*Ok daa..daa...

Adam*Pecks your forehead happily*Thats my baby~ Dada will be your accomplice~... especially if it is to murder your bad boyfriend~oh Dada will BURY him in the yard~Yes their gonna be compost for your mama's garden~

...Where was this pep talk when i was a baby-

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corinthianism · 6 months

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corinthianism's fic recs

here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut

last updated: march 26, 2024

MARVEL

loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)

thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor

peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) — by webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)

steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)

marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)

wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)

SHERLOCK (BBC)

sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut

dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics

castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)

THE SANDMAN

the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics

dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)

THE BOYS

soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies

homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch

GAME OF THRONES

jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)

STAR WARS

obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right?* (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)

din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika

DRACULA (BBC)

count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)

DOCTOR SLEEP

dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg

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bluelaidlyworm · 5 months

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Burdened with Glorious Purpose.

"I know what kind of god I want to be."

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literaryavenger · 1 month

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Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related.

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training.

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch.

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity.

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do.

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked.

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down.

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing.

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo.

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days.

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely.

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life.

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it.

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates.

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me.

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear.

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with.

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?”

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?”

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!”

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.”

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again.

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

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