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it’s important to take a break and eat; something that bruno doesn’t do often, unless it’s (name)’s pussy)

BON APPETIT (BRUNO BUCCIARATI)

✐ AUTHOR’S NOTES: throw back to another old drabble i did last year.

WORD COUNT: 868

TW: afab!reader, ftm!reader, pussy-eating, pet names, switch!reader, mentions of creaming

Being with Bruno was interesting. He was a gentle lover (unless something had pissed him off, and his poor lover's pussy would be the one taking the beating) and praised (Name) daily, continually showering him with praise. His favorite way of honoring his precious dove was sexual; it was a treat for both him and his dove as he got to indulge in his beautiful cries of sheer bliss while his legs trembled for the electricity that coursed through his veins.

Like now, for example.

(Name) whimpered pathetically, biting down on his knuckle as he felt the tip of Bruno's hot tongue flicked against his aching clitoris, legs trembled as he sucked on the sopping folds; his fingers entangled in his unruly hair as he ate (Name) like a man starved, suckling on his glistening pussy. "B-Bruno," he choked out, tears flooding his burning eyes as his lover responded with a simple hum, looking up at (Name) while continuing to eat him out. "I told you—fuuuuck—that you need to eat real food—oh shit; I'm not food, goddamn it," (Name) gasped, arching his back, eyes blown wide while the taller male squeezed his thighs, dipping his tongue back into his dripping pussy, savoring the taste of his syrups on his tongue.

God, he was starving for his little dove; his chest surged whenever he heard his pretty dove warble for him. Those beautiful noises that escaped (Name)’s throat were all caused by him, and he beamed with pride.

"Please, shut up and let me eat," Bruno mumbled, kissing (Name)'s inner thighs. He was always gentle, always kind when it came to sex, but today, Bruno was needy and desperate to taste (Name). His tongue dipped between his pussy lips, caressing his sensitive clitoris, and drinking in his sweet moans. "Good boy," he praised, prodding (Name)'s pussy with his two fingers, spreading apart the lips, and blew a gentle stream.

(Name) squealed, his toes curling as he gripped the headrest, letting his head fall back with his mouth gaped open. "Bruno, please!" (Name) mewled, his body shaking from pure euphoria, skin burning—everything burned, but it felt so fucking right; heat simmered underneath his flesh, and white spots danced in her blurred vision. His body was glossed in a thin sheen of sweat, breathing heavily as Bruno ate him out; he whimpered pitifully, looking down at his blue-haired lover, rocking his hips back and forth. "Hn, lemme cum already, goddamn it," he hissed, clenching his teeth.

"I thought you wanted me to eat some real food?" Bruno taunted with a wink, spreading (Name)’s legs apart. He could see the anger and desire burning in (Name)’s eyes; it made him smirk against his rigid clitoris, feeling him adjust his body weight and feel his pussy smother his face. His dove had guts; he would admit, feeling him seat herself on his face, rocking his hips back and forth with he kept a firm grip on his hair.

He sang again, moaning out his name, his words slurred together as he rode Bruno’s tongue. "Oh, fuck yes! Your tongue feels so good on my pussy, Bruno. Fuck me with your tongue some more like a good boy," (Name) crooned, wetting his bottom lip with he moaned, holding (Name)’s hips, squeezing until his nails pressed into his flesh.

A good boy (Name) called him; shit, he almost came from that nickname alone. (Name)’s sudden burst of dominance, the pain that tingled his scalp, and the praising were making Bruno a mess as he rode his face with vigor, suckling and tongue fucking his pretty pussy. "Yeaaah," his dove crooned, slurring his words while aggressively rocking his hips, rutting against his tongue desperately, chasing after his orgasm. "You like that? Me sitting on your face while you fuck me with your tongue, don't you?" He sang; (Name)’s chest rising and falling, licking his bottom lip.

His warbling made Bruno moan against his throbbing clitoris, the vibration spreading across his pussy. (Name) panted, a white-hot pleasure searing his body while his eyes fluttered, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while he came on Bruno's tongue with a cry, continuing his fast pace on his tongue.

Bruno’s tongue savored the taste of his pussy, fingers digging into his hips as he greedily ate him out, groaning as he sang for him; such a good dove and good pets deserved rewards. (Name) stopped his pace, his breathing heavily as he rode out his orgasm, still sitting on Bruno's face. "Good boy," he panted, lifting himself off his face, and stroked his cheek, smiling at his reddened face, curling up against his body.

"Never thought my dove had a dominate side," he teased, sitting up to wipe his damp face.

"I don't. I was just in the mood and you were being an asshole," he retorted.

"Don't make me fuck you, dove. You're probably tired from your orgasm; it felt good, creaming on my face, didn't it?" Bruno teased, biting his exposed shoulder, tracing the curve of his spine, feeling his dove shiver under his touch.

He let his head fall back, moaning, "Yeah, it felt good, and I'll do it again."

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Well that sounds like a call for Bex to drop some good old horny thoughts in your box. Now what to ask for, what to ask forrrr. Let's get our sweet Poly!Ghostface boys obvi, Billy and Stu, and ya know what is fun? One of my favorites? Edging and orgasm denial. L

et me lay it out. Billy and Stu have some fun with the reader before they have to work, they get off, the reader does not, they make them go off to do their shift still stuffed full of cum and do not let them clean up. The reader of course protests but they tell em that if they are good then they can have whatever they want when they get homeeee. And you know that threesome after they get back home will be insane. Main point is I am desperate to see you write the reader being desperate! Bless ya, can't wait to see what you do with it.

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"C'mon guys," you whine, canting your hips upwards in desperation "I'm going to absolutely explode if you don't give me something."

Your form layed supine on the bed, your pussy quaking and leaking. You had been denied your orgasm again and again, whilst Billy and Stu indulged in your body like it was a candy factory in flesh form. You felt so full of cum, it was driving you crazy.

"Ah, ah." Stu boops your nose, and you crinkle it in response "Patience is a virtue, babe. Right, Billy?"

You turn your head to the brunette, watching him come closer with one of your more sexy underwear in hand. He 'hmmms' in response to Stu's inquiry and you watch with wide eyes as he grabs your ankles and pulls you towards his looming form. He maneuvers your legs and slips them up your calves, slowly moving them up to your knees.

"Uh, Billy. I gotta wipe this all off first before I start getting dressed again. I have work in, like, 30 minutes." you laugh. Billy gives you a devious look before taking the rag in his hands to wipe the cum off your torso. He and Stu had really gone buck wild on you, denying you the entire time whilst they allowed themselves release after release. It'd be impressive if it wasn't so frustrating.

After your torso is properly wiped clean, you expect him to make the move downwards to wipe your leaking entrance, the amount large enough to already begin a small pool at the crack of your ass. To your absolute shock, he pulls you up to stand and bring your underwear to your mid thigh. You stare up at him, wide-eyed before he leans down to your ear to whisper.

"Be good for us. If you manage to keep our cum in you for your shift, you'll get a surprise when you're back."

Feeling Billy place something in your hand, you look down to see what it was. You were greeted with a short dildo, one that has a wider base with a jewel at the end. It was broad enough to be able to plug up any sort of entrance you had. Holy fuck.

Your eyes dilate as he pulls away. Stu's large hands grab at your hips to pull you against him, and he nips at your neck. He grabs the toy from your trembling hands and circles your entrance with it a little before he sliding it into you, and you feel him smirk against your neck at the moan you let out.

"You do good, and we'll make you scream tonight, baby." his voice is seductive, and reverberates lowly in your ear before shooting down to your groin. Fuck, these guys really will kill you if they keep this up.

But you were nothing if not an obedient slut for the two. So you resign yourself with a nod, determined to keep their spunk in you for as long as you can.

"Fuck. You guys are evil."

The only thing you get in response is a chuckle and a smack to your ass from Stu, one that causes a small burst to leak from around the plug inside you. You groan. This was going to be a long day.

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Work was hell. It wasn't a particularly busy day or anything, thankfully, but you were pent up and (literally) leaking. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, warm cum sloshing inside of you and occasionally breaking it's barrier to slip into your underwear. Not that you expected it to feel nice, but the concept of it was enough to help you power through it. It felt so ridiculously naughty, taboo in the same way keeping a juicy secret from a best friend did. Except instead of your best friend, it was your manager and coworkers. And instead of a juicy secret, it was milky cum.

The trip back home had you feeling incredibly hot and bothered. It was rare that you felt this amount of arousal. You were pent up in the best(worst?) way, and your insides pulsing around the toy inside didn't help. Whatever Billy and Stu had in store for you was going to be absolutely wild. You weren't aware of exactly how long they'd been planning this, but your best guess was that to had been awhile, judging by how excited they had been this morning. You needed it bad.

You were practically panting by the time you got to your front door, and your keys jangled in your trembling hands while you attempted to unlock it. Finally getting it open, you practically stumble inside and close the door behind you immediately.

You expected to see one or both of the boys in the living room, but to your surprise, the lights were out and the room was empty. The evening light bathes the room, warm and dim, and you're able to a catch a glimpse of the sunset from the window across the room. You're distracted long enough to not notice the tall figure moving beside you, and before you can react, you're thrown over the shoulder of one of your paramours, who begins their ascent upstairs.

The movement jostles not only you, but the toy inside, and you feel it press slightly against a sensitive spot within you. The sharp pleasure cuts off whatever snarky comment you were about to spit out with a soft moan. You hear, who you now recognize as Stu judging by the cheesy Hawaiian shirt that now filled your view, chuckle at that and he gives your ass a squeeze before entering the master bedroom you shared and throwing you on the bed.

Before you can say anything, you feel another pair of hands grab your wrists, pulling them above you head, the feeling of silk rope winding around them. You glance up to see Billy's chest as he leans over you and secures you to the headboard, the scent of his cologne invading your senses. He pulls back and looks down at you smugly before speaking.

"You do what we asked?"

You nodded, unable to say anything as arousal pools in you for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. You clench around the plug in your cunt.

"Good." Stu chimed in, before grabbing at your pants and underwear, pulling them down roughly. Your legs are spread by both, and hot shame fills you as you hear them laugh.

"Fucking gross." Stu giggles.

"Jesus Christ Y/N." Billy snorts "Didn't realize your cunt would be so loose that it'd drip out around this thing." he taps the toy with his index finger roughly and you yelp.

"Whore~." Stu states in a sing song voice, a grin nearly cleaving his face in two.

You groan. You loved when they talked like this, and they knew it. But right now, all you wanted was release.

"Guys...please..." you say, turning your face away, your eyes unable to meet brown and blue. Billy scoffs before grabbing the toy and slowly, carefully, pulling it out. You jerk a little at the feeling, the smooth surface of the toy sliding against your engorged and raw insides deliciously. Cum spills out of you, and you can literally feel it gush out a bit. Both men are eyeing your entrance as it happens, and your eyes glide down to observe the tell-tale signs of their lengths hardening in their pants.

Billy glances at Stu, who nods enthusiastically, and an evil smirk grows on the brunettes face as he moves his hand to the space just above your pubis and pushes down. Even more cum spurts out, and your eyes are wide as you realize just how much they had filled you up this morning. They both release groans at the sight, and Stu begins palming at his front.

"So pretty. With our cum leaking out of you. Mmm, thought about it the whole day. Had to have Stu suck me off earlier 'cause I needed to cum again so bad thinking of your pretty cunt all filled up."

Billy dirty words drove you insane. The way he said it, his voice thick with lust and low in tenor, made your sticky insides clench around nothing. It was unfair how good he was at it. As he was talking, Stu had moved off the bed briefly to grab a few things. He lifts his hand up, and what he had in his hand made excitement pool in your stomach. A thin vibrator. Your favorite one, one who's vibration speed had you nearly screaming each time you pressed it on or into you.

"You've been good! Keeping all of that in you. Soooo. Babe. What do you say to me and Billy letting you cum yourself?"

"Yes!" your eyes light up, not even masking your enthusiasm anymore. Stu's expression matches yours, and you can tell he's excited of what's to come. He turns to Billy and hands the vibrator to him, giving him a small bow that Billy rolls his eyes at, and then moves to take his place next to you. God, you just wanted them to hurry up and give you your release.

But of course, whatever deity that's out there decided to punish you further. You don't know what transgressions you committed in a previous life that warranted this sort of torture, but you knew it must have been heinous. Billy slid the vibrating toy up and down your slit, changing the speed of the vibration anytime he decided to slowly circle your clit with it. In the meantime Stu was on his elbows, groping at and sliding his hands along your chest, leaving hickeys, and nibbling your nipples deliciously as he grinded his hips against the bed, desperate for friction.

Each time Billy started noticing your entrance pulsing, a surefire sign you were going to orgasm, he pulled away. This went on and on until, finally, he looked you in the eyes and licked his lips.

"Alright, alright. I think we've tortured you enough for today." he chuckles. "I'll let you cum now baby. Just sit back, relax, and let me take care of you."

You mentally thanked the now merciful Fates for the soon-to-be end of your torture. Though you suspected it was also because Billy's patience was finally wearing thin. The tent in his pants looked incredibly uncomfortable, and at one point he had unbuttoned it for some relief. The large wet patch on the front of his boxers, though, convinced you that he was indeed doing this for his own mercy, not yours.

He, once again, lowers the vibrator to your aching clit, sliding and circling it. He brings his other hand to dip two fingers into you, slipping them in easily due to the sopping wetness coming from your core. He pumped them in and out and that heavenly come-hither motion and your eyes nearly rolled back into your head. Stu's mouth on your chest had been replaced with his fingers as he moved his head up to give tender licks and sucks on your neck.

You're close. SO close. God, oh god you were closer than you'd been the entire day. You thighs begin twitching, and you moan their names over and over again, a hedonistic chant that had both men's ego swelling as much as their cocks. There. It was right there, holy shit, just a couple more seconds and you'd-

Billy pulls away with a chuckle and you shriek in despair.

No, no, no, no. No.

You were so close.

You were right there.

Tears pricked at your eyes, glistening and blurring your vision. You hear Billy's cruel chuckle harmonizing with Stu's giddy cackle, and you want to slam your head against a wall. You kick your legs a little, amusing Billy. This was agonizing.

"Not yet, slut." Billy sneers and finally your eyes release the fat droplets that had been gathering in them. They streak down your cheeks, and Billy gives a soft moan before reaching over and wiping them away.

"Fuck, you're so pretty when you cry." he groans, and brings up a hand to lick the salty wetness off his fingers.

"Hah! You're such a freak Billy!" Stu says with a playful grin as he detaches from your neck, fingers pausing their abuse of your chest. He sits up on his knees and moves next to Billy, slinging his arm over his and your boyfriend's shoulder, awaiting his next instructions.

"Shut up, Stu." is all Billy could retort with.

"Oooh good one, man. I'm so hur-" Stu's teasing was firmly cut off by Billy's hand grabbing at his shoulder and slamming him down onto the bed next to you.

"I said. Shut. Up." Billy bites out.

Stu's eyes widen as Billy abandons your quivering, crying form in favor of ripping down Stu's pants and boxers, large cock springing out and slapping against his stomach. Billy goes and begins to pump Stu as the taller man bites his lips and groans. He takes a moment to regard the blond, before his eyes slide to you, still dripping, shaking, and frustrated.

"You're going to watch me wreck him, baby. You're going to see me give him exactly what you're fucking begging for. " Billy growls out, his hand working at Stu faster and faster, smearing pre-cum all over his angry, red cock. Stu began arching his back, eyes screwed shut and getting louder and louder as your shared boyfriend worked him, stroking and twisting and flicking his wrist at a steadily increasing pace.

Billy bends forward to lave his tongue over the leaking tip of Stu's cock, and he makes eye contact with you all the while. You keen at that, rubbing your thighs together, clenching and unclenching around nothing. You wanted it so bad, needed it. Fuck your dignity. You began your desperate pleas.

"Oh, god. Billy, yes yes pleeease let Stu cum. Then let me cum, please, I need it so bad. I need your cock more than I need anything else, please!"

Billy seemed pleased at your begging, his lips stretching into a grin around the tongue that was currently lolling out of his mouth and pleasuring Stu. Stu turns his head over to you, eyes now open, face red and glistening. He gives you a dopey grin and you give it back. He mouths a 'thank you', probably for your begging for him cum in his stead, and you decide not to comment that the reason you did is so that Billy could move on from him and back to you.

With a hum, Billy works Stu impossibly fast, jacking him with vigor. His lips close around the head of Stu's cock and he gives a firm suck, and Stu's hands go to grip either the bedsheet or your hand as he gets ready to cum. You knew by the near-painful grip on your hand that he probably wanted nothing more than to grab Billy's head and shove himself all the way down his throat, but he knew better than to try and pull something like that.

You're about to say something about how hot this was, when Billy pulls his mouth away from Stu's pulsing member right as he begins to cum. He angles Stu's dick so that hot ribbons of cum paint over your abdomen instead of his, and you stare in shock as your stomach and chest are coated.

Billy deviously smirks at you, unceremoniously releasing the softening cock in his hands. Stu looks down in surprise at his mercifully bare stomach, and then over to your messy one, before sticking his tongue out and guffawing. God, this was humiliating.

Stu sits up and nudges Billy with his elbow, who glances at him with the same satisfied expression the other had.

"That was meeeean, man." Stu says, trying and failing to give you a sympathetic gaze. The twitching corners of his lips gave away his delight. Sadistic bastard.

"Yeah?" Billy cracks his neck and shrugs. "Well, I think our little cumdump is getting exactly what they deserved."

"True, true." Stu nods sagely, "It is what they were made for anyway."

You groan, and once again you feel wet heat pooling behind your eyes. You didn't want to cry again, you just wanted to cum. You knew what you had to do.

"Please. God, please please please let me cum! I've been so good for you guys today. I let you stuff me with cum. Went to work with it. Didn't let it all leak out, kept in so much. I let you tie me up and watched you. Please, I just want to cum. Just once. Fuck, I'm going crazy." you sob out. You'd say anything at this point.

"Huh." Billy states looking over at Stu "You hear that Stu? I think they want to cum."

Stu snickers, shrugging his shoulders with a smile.

Billy looks back at you, appreciating the view and your tears for another brief moment before he moves in between your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He slides his jeans and underwear down to his mid thigh, grabbing himself and slapping his length against your clit a couple of times before sliding his cock back and forth on your slit. You're so wet, and he's coated in your juices in absolutely no time. His cockhead nudges your engorged, throbbing nub, and you shudder and moan at the sensitivity. Stu lays back down next to you, lowering his head to your chest again and closing his head around a nipple, licking away at his own cum and beginning his clean up of your chest.

Billy bites his lips at the sight and leans forward, moving his lips next to your ear and his hand moves up to slide over the other side of your chest.

"You're right, you've been such a good slut for us today." he says, kissing your earlobe and positioning himself at your entrance. "Guess I can give you what you've been whining and bitching for."

That's the last thing Billy says before he slowly, finally, finally, slides into you. As he does this, Stu's hand moves itself down your body and begins rubbing and pinching at your clit. You throw your head back, closing your eyes in bliss, thank you's and god yes's pouring from your smiling lips. Your walls are sensitive, oh so sensitive, your inner clitoris swollen and singing deliciously at each pump.

Billy gives you exactly what you want, angling himself in a way that he knew drove you crazy, displaying how deeply his intimate knowledge of your body ran. His pace is rough and fast, and he swivels his hips every so often as he pulls out, driving you wild. Stu's hand speeds up and you arch your back because holy fuck was this heaven.

The teasing, the denial, the frustration and tears. All of it was worth it for this very moment. At first, you had cursed Billy patience. Now you thanked every possible deity you knew of that he had decided to work slowly towards this pay off.

Billy works your body, panting in exertion at the angles he was purposefully going for, but not letting up for a moment, dutifully driving into you for god knows how long. You couldn't keep track, but you knew it was awhile if the sweat collecting at his brow was any indication.

Stu's hand leaves your clit for a brief moment as he releases the nipple in his mouth and turns away, moving to grab something. Before you can whine at the loss of contact, you hear a click and vibrating sounds, and you nearly scream as he latches back onto your chest and brings the vibrator Billy had discarded onto your pulsing nub.

That was it. You didn't even last another minute afterwards. Your orgasm rips through you like a knife driving through flesh and serrating skin, and with a scream you cum. Your walls pulse and pull at the skin of Billy's cock and he screams an "Oh FUCK yeah!" throwing his head back and driving into you at an even more manic pace as you milk him. You feel him throb inside you and with a deep "AH!" he stills and cums inside of you, his hips pressing flush against yours and his brows furrowed in ecstasy.

You desperately grab at the vibrator Stu still had pressed onto you, trying to push it away as overstimulation set in and your teeth begin grinding together. When he doesn't move it away, you glance over at Stu, who had abandoned your chest in favor of pumping his own cock again. His mouth was split in a toothy grin and he practically growled before pushing Billy away from you roughly. Billy let him do so, too blissed out and tired to yell at Stu for it.

But instead of taking his place between your thighs, Stu swings his leg over your torso, planting his foot beside your shoulder as his other leg kneeled, canting his hips forwards as he strokes himself rapidly and desperately. His free hand shoots out and grabs your hair, pulling your head back as he angles his cock towards your mouth.

"Open." he practically snarls.

You do, and a few seconds later he begins shooting into your mouth. The salty taste of his cum invades your taste buds, and you close your eyes in bliss. You feel him lean forwards even more, and soon the head is resting on your tongue. Your lips close around it and you give a soft suckle, cleaning him off and releasing his cock with a soft pop from your mouth. He gives a soft groan at this, before releasing your hair and stroking it affectionately as you swallow all he had to offer.

Once he moves off of you, you all take a second to catch your breath. You turn your head towards Billy, who's eyes were closed, a stray t-shirt he must've pulled off the floor to wipe the sweat off his forehead gripped in his hand. He feels your stare and turns to you, eyes half-lidded, and a dopey smile on his face. It was cute, not an expression you're used to seeing on him.

On your other side, you feel Stu fiddle with the restraints on your wrist and release them. An aching feeling sets in your arms and shoulders and you hiss as you bring them down to lay limply next to you. They were gonna be sore as hell tomorrow, that's for sure.

Your bodies are jostled as Stu flops back down on his side and props his head up on his hand.

"Damn, you two look beat."

Billy shoots a glare at him before mumbling.

"Shut up. Fuckin' pillow princess."

Stu scoffs in mock disbelief.

"Hey I helped too! Not my fault you wanted to jack me off as punishment for them." he nods his head towards you.

"I also was the one who fucked them, dipshit. Try angling yourself the way I did for 30 minutes and then we'll talk."

You smirked, deciding to join in on teasing Stu.

"Billy's right. I suffered, he put in the work. All you did was get off-"

"Twice." Billy cut in.

"-and rub me a bit. You owe us both a massage." you say as you wince and grab at your shoulder.

Stu hung his head in defeat, knowing you two were right, before perking up and jumping off the bed.

"I got it! Hot bath? I rub you both down? Eh, eeeeeh?" he gestures. You laugh and Billy lets out a short snicker.

"Yeah. Sounds good."

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bucky barnes x ftm!telekinetic!reader

warnings: dysphoria, anxiety, coming out to bucky, mentions of hydra being mean and transphobic >:( btw reader is on hormones in this

request summary: i am BEGGING u for a bucky x telekinetic!reader (like the one from the dad!steve fic)

A/N: (hey gang so obviously it’s not the same exact character from this bc they were a teen but it’s the same sort of premise)

word count: 1.9k

Bucky felt something when he saw you for the first time. Something in his chest shifted—it was painful and bittersweet and curious.

There was something familiar about the tiredness in your eyes. Something familiar about the way you analyzed everyone around you, your eyes shifting as you drew your mouth in a line.

Bucky noticed your silence—your vocal silence. Your eyes were loud, though; they were confused, scared, hurt. But they were good. You were good. Bucky knew it.

He asked Steve who you were. He was informed that you were recovered from a HYDRA base, and you had telekinetic abilities that they wanted to monitor here at the tower.

Bucky sympathized heavily with you, but he didn’t see much of you in the premature days of your stay at the tower. No one did. They couldn’t convince you to leave your room that often, and when they did, you hardly interacted with anyone.

They were worried about you, and worried about what you might do with your powers—on purpose or not—if you were overstimulated or pushed too far.

Steve was the one who suggested to Bucky that he should try and get through to you.

Bucky wasn’t much of a talker, and he was honestly nervous about this whole thing, but he knew what your pain consisted of and he couldn’t stand idly by and do nothing.

He knocked on your door one afternoon and went inside cautiously. The curtains were drawn, and you were laying under your covers.

“Hey,” he said stiffly. “It’s, uh, Bucky. We met once before. Can I come in?”

You kind of shrugged, so he closed the door and sat in the chair near your bed. “I was held captive by HYDRA too, you know.”

You perked up a little, and he continued. “They used me for seventy years–”

“Jesus,” you muttered. “Sorry, I just… can’t even imagine. I was only there for ten.”

“Just because I was there longer doesn’t take away from what happened to you. Ten years is a long time.” He sighed. “Look, you don’t have to, ‘cause I know it’s hard, but if you wanna talk about it… I’m here. I’ll get it.”

“I don’t know if you’ll get all of it,” you whispered, your heart suddenly racing.

Bucky frowned. “Try me. I’m not gonna judge you.”

“It’s just—” You sat up and wrapped your blanket around you so your head was poking out.

Bucky bit back a smile at how adorable you were.

“Obviously I didn’t expect them to care about me. But you know—” tears welled in your eyes and your voice broke “—being tested on like I’m not even human is hard enough, but they—they always called me a girl—they thought it was funny that I “think I’m a guy”. They just thought I was being ridiculous. They called me difficult and punished me when I broke down about the fact that they wouldn’t let me take T anymore. They had files about my whole life, so they—they knew, and they pushed the knife in about it every fucking chance they got. As if the fucking experiments weren’t enough—but this shit alone made me wanna just–”

You snapped out of your rant and realized you were heavily crying, and that Bucky was sitting there, watching you. You couldn’t tell if his face was judgmental, but his eyebrows were slightly raised in surprise.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I–” You had so many things that you wanted to say, but they all got caught in your throat as the tears streamed.

Bucky didn’t know if this was crossing boundaries, but he couldn’t stop himself from leaving his chair and wrapping you in a hug. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay. I’m sure you needed to get all that out.” He held you for a minute before asking, “So… you’re trans?”

You nodded as your tears soaked his shirt.

“Alright, just wanted to make sure. We’ll get you on, uh, T again and all that. You don’t have to worry about anything here. We got you. And fuck them,” he added with disdain.

You laughed a little. “Yeah,” you whispered, “fuck them.”

From then on, you had daily conversations with Bucky.

At first he came to your room with tea and you talked about random things, or HYDRA, or whatever you or Bucky wanted.

Literally could be about the dog he saw on his walk that day. Or the weird protein shakes Sam drinks

But eventually he lured you out of your room

You went on walks around the tower together and he showed you where everything was.

Eventually this turned into getting lunch together every day.

You actually had a reason to get dressed and leave your room now. You even wanted to try and look nice for Bucky, but you didn’t want to unpack that yet

When Steve gathered Wanda, Loki, and Stephen into a meeting to discuss beginning your training, you stood close to Bucky the entire time.

He noticed your hands were trembling a little from nerves, so he took one in his and gave it a squeeze.

“You don’t have to do this,” he murmured.

“No, I do. I don’t wanna end up hurting you or anyone else.”

You spent more time with the team now, which was a pleasant surprise. However, sometimes all of that attention could lead to a lot of anxiety, and when you had a lot of anxiety, the objects around you fell victim.

At first it’s your water trembling in the glass as your heart picks up

And then when you can’t breathe, objects start flying

And then it’s you with your head between your knees, objects flying in a tornado around you as you try to calm down.

When this happened in the common area, most of the Avengers didn’t really know what to do to calm you down

But Bucky shouldered through the swirling mass of objects with his metal arm, and found you in the eye of the storm.

You were trembling, struggling to breathe, and it broke his heart.

He knelt in front of you and held your face in his hands, urging you to look at him.

The fact that he was there, smiling reassuringly at you, made things a little better.

He helped you control your breathing, and slowly the objects flying around you dropped to the ground, until there was nothing concealing you and Bucky from the rest of the Avengers.

You were both on the ground, and he was hugging you tightly. He turned around and glared at the team, nodding his head for them to leave and give you some space.

After that, when either of you has a nightmare or really bad anxiety at night, you would go and slip into the other’s bed. After a while it became normal to wake up and see Bucky fast asleep beside you.

It’s honestly the best view in the world

You usually end up cuddling in your sleep, and wake up with your face in his chest and his arms around you.

Sometimes he’s worried that his arm bothers you, but you reassure him every time that you like it because it’s a part of him, so he never has to worry about that (that’s cheesy but hey it’s the truth. And it’s actually just a sick ass arm and it’s super hot)

(He also sticks his grocery list to it with a magnet which is another reason to love it)

Speaking of that, sometimes you clip little notes to his arm with magnets

Ones that say “have a good day :)” or “thanks for lunch” or other random little things, because you know that the notes make him smile.

At this point your training has been going well and your anxiety is not as persistent. And when you do have it, you’re able to control whether you throw shit around with your telekinesis or not.

You’re basically part of the team now, having come out of your shell, but it’ll be a while before you’re “sworn in” or whatever and go on a mission

You hang out a lot with Wanda, and Sam too (when you’re with Sam, Bucky’s usually there too tho, because Sam kind of scares you lol)

Sam likes you because you’re quiet, but sometimes you have a comeback that’s really good, and he finds that so funny because it’s sort of out of character for u

I mean, if he was Bucky, he’d know that you’re really funny and have good comebacks way more often than sometimes. No matter how close you get to the rest of the team, Bucky will always know you the best, and will always be your rock

You’d been acting a little weird around Bucky as of late, though, and he didn’t know why.

You were more quiet, more in your head.

He was worried because he knew what thinking about HYDRA could do to him, and he didn’t want you to be in all that turmoil and not tell him.

You were sitting at the kitchen island, doodling on a scrap piece of paper while your food cooled down, and Bucky ambled in and stood behind you. He ran his hands through your hair and rested his chin on your head. “What’s goin’ on in there?” he asked.

He noticed your breath hitch. Did you not want him around? Did you suddenly not like when he touched you?

“My head? So many things, obviously, I’m a genius.”

He laughed and sat on the stool next to yours. He faced you, wearing his down-to-business expression. “You know you can tell me anything.”

“Uh, yeah, I have told you everything. You literally know me better than anyone.”

“Okay… then tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.”

You couldn’t think of an excuse, so you huffed a laugh and went back to doodling.

“Fine. Don’t.” He stood and retrieved a magnet from the fridge and slapped it onto the table. “Write it down.”

You sighed heavily. You knew he was going to persist until you told him, and writing it down did seem like the better option. Dammit, Bucky, why are you so stubborn?

You scrawled down four words onto the piece of paper and used the magnet to stick it onto Bucky’s arm. “There. Fine. There’s your damn note of the day. If you don’t like what it says, don’t come crying to me.” You walked out of the kitchen (yeah you abandoned your food😔)

You probably should’ve found a better hiding spot than your room, because Bucky found you pretty quickly.

The first thing he said when he stepped into your room was: “I like you, okay?”

You sighed. “Yeah, I know, that’s the stupid thing I wrote on the paper, and you don’t have to have some discussion with me in order to reject me, I’m fine–”

“No, I’m saying that I like you too.”

(Y'all knowwwww that Bucky kept that piece of paper and put it in a scrapbook of memories for the two of you.)

Anyway, you being a couple was sort of the obvious move and no one was really surprised.

It definitely raised yours and Bucky’s morale and made you easier to work with (Sam is always commenting on how Bucky is way less pissy now that you’re finally dating).

You make sure Bucky knows that he saved you—you were in the darkest place of your life, and he slowly brought you out of it and accepted you for all that you are.

Because of that, and because of everything you’ve experienced together along the way, he is and always will be the love of your life.

i love the concept of black readers. i love black ocs in fanfiction. i love that there's just some mini spaces for black fans. too much anti-blackness, white-centering, white favorism and lack of care for black fans in fanfiction and fandoms. there's always so little of xblk!readers or blk ocs but i'm so comforted by the fact that there is some readers, ocs, and people i can relate too.

i love that there's so much more people than i thought that don't just relate to me when it comes to culture, but relates to me when it comes to the awareness of fandom and fanfiction anti-black issues.

which is why its always sad bae hours when you realize there's no xblk!reader fics in your fandom, no fics with any black!ocs in your fandom, no black!reader various-fandom collections with your fandom in it, or even barely any black writers in your fandom.

and even when you're the people doing pumping out content for black readers and/or make safe spaces for black fans, it can get so lonely knowing you're one of the only ones.

if that's what happen to you; i hear you loud and clear hun. currently going through that as well. just know there's other black fans that relate to you. the struggles are real but you'll get through it, maybe, eventually. and even if you don't, its okay.

Shout out to all the black fans with no reader fics you'll relate to.

Shout out to all the black fans that keep pushing through the anti-blackness and lack of care for them in the fandom.

Shout out to all the black fans that write xblackreader fics or black oc fics nobody else in your fandom ever does.

Shout out to all the black fans that have no space for other black fans in their fandom.

Shout out to all the black writers or fans that gave up in looking for content for them to relate to, or gave up in creating black!oc or black!reader fanfiction for the sake of themselves and/or others can relate to; you've done well, you deserve as much credit as black fans that currently contribute to black representation in fandoms. you didn't give up, you were tired. and that's okay.

Shout out to all the black fans that moved to another fandom because of the lack of black spaces, black fans or black writers. It's always so tiring and disappointing knowing your old fandom have none of what your new fandom has; but at least in your new fandom you may feel more appreciated and accepted.

black fans and writers deserve to be respected and appreciated.