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[wakandas-vibranium]

Double Date

Pairing: Fontaine x Black Fem!Reader

Warnings: smutty smut, 18+ content, minors DNI, oral(f+m receiving), protected p in v sex, dirty talk, daddy!kink, praise!kink, rough sex

Word count: 5k

Summary: Your coworker Yo-Yo is playing matchmaker and asked you to accompany her roommate on a double date.

A/N: Let’s get it started with these TCT fics!! If y’all writing ‘em, please tag me so I can read ‘em!! Please like, comment, and reblog!

You finished getting dressed, checked yourself in the mirror one last time, and smiled at how gorgeous you looked, so you grabbed your cell phone and purse and made your way downstairs to meet your Lyft driver. You couldn't wait for your automobile to be repaired because you loathed having to rely on others for transportation.

You were talking to your coworker Yo-Yo earlier this week about how you were touch starved and eager to jump back into the dating scene. Even though you had only worked with Yo-Yo for a little over four months, you had already come to think of her as a close friend. She just moved to Memphis not too long ago. 

Yo-Yo asked you on a double date with her and her boyfriend, claiming that Fontaine, her roommate, was the ideal man for you. 

You've seen Fontaine pick Yo-Yo up from work numerous times and have seen him drive that green car of his around town a few times, but you've never had the chance to actually talk to him. He always seemed to have a lot on his mind, but he was fine as hell, so of course you agreed to the double date. 

You suggested Melvin's, which was one of the few black-owned pubs in the neighborhood. They had delicious, mouthwatering food and a dance floor that never stayed vacant. 

Fontaine didn't appear to be the dancing type, which was fine by you. You just hoped that he would like you enough to bring you back home and fuck your brains out. It had been exactly 14 months, 12 weeks, 11 days, 13 hours, 22 minutes and 57 seconds since you had any kind of dick.

It was time.

Your Lyft driver pulled up in front of you at a quarter to eight, which was perfect because y'all had agreed to meet there at eight and it was only a ten-minute drive from your apartment.

"Lyft for Y/N?" said the older gentleman as he rolled down the passenger window.

You nodded at him, and he quickly stepped out to open the rear door for you, saying, "You lookin' good, young lady!" 

You smiled at him before ducking into the backseat, "Thank you."

Before you knew it, you were parked in front of Melvin's. A nervous chill swept over you. It had been a good lil minute since you've dated. You were rusty and willed yourself not to fuck up tonight.

Once you strutted inside, you spotted the three of them almost immediately. They were all in deep conversation and didn't notice you walk in. They picked a good table to sit at. One close to the bar and dance floor. It was a Thursday night, so it wasn't too packed, but it had a nice lil crowd. 

You tucked your phone inside your clutch, took a deep breath, and strolled confidently over to their table. 

All three of them turned their heads towards you as you neared the table. Yo-Yo beamed brightly at you and waved you over. Her boyfriend's eyes widened, and he mumbled something you couldn't hear, but it must have been inappropriate because Yo-Yo kicked him under the table. 

Fontaine raised his eyebrows and bit his bottom lip as he looked you up and down. The flash of his gold teeth almost made your knees go weak, but you kept walking. You were a sucker for niggas with grills.

Yo-Yo’s man and Fontaine were on the same side of the booth. Yo-Yo was sitting across from her boyfriend, and the empty spot in front of Fontaine was reserved for you.

Yo-Yo stood up and hugged you tightly, "You look finer than a motherfucka!" 

You giggled, squeezing her back just as tightly, "Thank you girl! You look amazing too!" 

She broke the hug and motioned to the two men, "This is my man, Slick Charles, and this is Fontaine." She motioned for you to slide into the booth first, “And this is my coworker and friend Y/N." 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Slick Charles greeted as he held out his hand. You shook his hand before scooching over into the booth. 

“It’s good to meet you, Y/N,” Fontaine said as he extended his hand, “I’m Fontaine.” 

You placed your hand in his large palm, brown eyes locking with his brown eyes and smiled softly at him, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Fontaine.” 

He squeezed your hand, and a wave of warmth rushed through you. Under his intense gaze, you could feel your cheeks heating up. 

Were you really so touch-deprived that a simple handshake and eye contact were enough to make your black ass blush?

The server came over and greeted everybody warmly, saying, "Welcome to Melvin's. What drinks can I get started on for y'all?"

Yo-Yo ordered first, “I’ll have a Manhattan.” 

Then Slick Charles, “Yeah I’ll take a vodka cranberry with a splash of orange juice.” 

The waiter turned to you expectantly and you ordered, “A whiskey sour, please.” 

Fontaine ordered last, “Just a double shot of whiskey for me.”

“And did you want that neat or on the rocks?” 

“Neat.”

“I’ll be right back with your drinks.” 

“So,” you started as you watched the waiter walk off, “How are y’all liking Memphis so far?”

“I’m really enjoying it,” Yo-Yo chimed in. 

“Yeah,” Slick Charles agreed, “It’s a nice change from the Glen.”

“I like it here,” Fontaine added, “I like being in a place where not too many niggas know me.” 

“Well I’m glad y’all came to Memphis,” you admitted, smiling warmly at them. 

The waiter returned with your drinks and took your orders before walking away. 

“Slick, let's hit the dance floor while we wait for our food.” Yo-Yo said as she did a little dance at the table. 

“I ain’t got on my dancing shoes to—“

“—Nigga, get yo ass up and let’s dance.”

“I know we retired and all but I’m still—“ Slick Charles was cut off by Yo-Yo yanking him up and to the dance floor. 

“Are they always like that?” You asked, biting back a laugh as you watched Yo-Yo drag Slick Charles all the way to the dance floor.

“Pretty much,” Fontaine nodded, never taking his eyes off you, “How long you been in Memphis?”

“All my life.”

“You ain’t ever think about movin’ somewhere else?”

“Nah, not really,” you shrugged, “All my family is here, you know?” 

“Yeah, I get it.” 

You were surprised by how effortlessly the conversation flowed. You could talk to him for hours and never get tired of listening to his alluring voice. You were curious about the noises he made while he was balls deep in some pussy. You cleared your throat in an attempt to pull your thoughts out of the gutter. It didn't work.

“You been in a lot of relationships?” You asked, taking another swig of your drink. 

“Nah, I ain’t really have too many shawtys back in the Glen.” 

“Hmm, so you haven’t come across any Memphis women that caught your attention?”

“You caught my eye,” he stated, catching you off guard. 

“Is that so?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I’mma keep it real with you, Fontaine,” you said as you looked him straight in the eye, “I want you really bad.” 

“Shit then we on the same page,” he acknowledged, downing the rest of his drink. “So you comin’ back with me tonight?” 

You nodded, “I just have one condition though.” 

“And what’s that?” Fontaine questioned as he placed his elbows on the table and leaned forward a bit. 

You leaned across the table and motioned for him to come closer. When he was close enough to your liking you whispered, “You have to keep the grills on while you eat my pussy.” 

His brown eyes darkened with desire and a hint of mischief at your request. As your tongue glided across your bottom lip, his gaze drifted to your mouth. 

The sexual tension was so thick you could have sliced it with a butter knife.

“I can do that.” 

You inched closer to each other, your gaze never leaving the other's. From this close range, you could see that his pupils were dilated. You were positive that yours most likely were too. 

“Yeah? You promise?” The corners of your mouth couldn’t help but turn up into an infectious grin at the electric look he gave you.

“Promise.”

He closed what little distance was left between you and kissed your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him back with a quickness. Under his facial hair, his full lips were soft against yours and tasted of whiskey. 

The bustling noise of the forks scraping plates, the chatter of the other customers, and the thump of feet on the dance floor all faded away for a brief moment.

You rested your hands on his broad shoulders as he deepened the kiss, letting out a soft moan as his tongue brushed against yours. His hand was wrapped around your lower arm, softly caressing your brown skin. 

You got a little carried away as you slid your hands to the sides of his neck and gently tugged at his lower lip. The low grunt of surprise that he let out caused your clit to throb, and your nipples to harden. He didn't try to pull away from you though. He held both of your arms now and squeezed them tighter as his kisses became more heated.

You were seconds away from saying fuck it and pulling him into a bathroom stall, but you refrained. You had to maintain some type of decorum.

“Ahhh sookie sookie now!” Slick Charles chuckled as he made his way back to the table.

“Y’all niggas need to get a room,” Yo-Yo teased as she plopped down next to you. 

“These motherfuckas,” Fontaine grumbled as he pulled away. 

When you finally opened your eyes, you noticed that some other patrons were staring at you. You ignored them and focused your attention on Yo-Yo and Slick Charles, both of whom were smirking at you and Fontaine.

You were too turned on to be embarrassed, and fortunately, the waiter was on his way over with everyone's food.

The food was delicious as always, and the evening was going exceptionally well. Slick Charles was telling you how he met Yo-Yo, but you were zoning in and out. 

Every time you locked eyes with Fontaine, you squirmed in your seat a little. There was something in his fierce gaze that promised you a night of passion. 

You were so turned on that you couldn't even finish your food. You just ordered another whiskey sour and sipped on that until the others were finished and ready to leave.

The drive back to their place was smooth and just a vibe. Yo-Yo and Slick Charles sang along to the 90's R&B that played softly on the radio in the backseat, and you joined them a few times.

Fontaine sat in a comfortable silence, driving with one hand because his right hand was spread out over your thigh. When he would stop at a red light, he would squeeze it or rub it with his fingers. All the while not taking his eyes off the road, driving you insane, and making you wet for him. He had to know what he was doing to you. 

They lived in a pretty nice apartment complex. It wasn't too far from yours. Once Fontaine parked, you got out of the car and walked ahead with Yo-Yo, arm in arm.

You were elated that they lived on the first floor because your feet were killing you. Yo-Yo unlocked the door and you followed her inside. She pulled you through the apartment to the kitchen, handing you a bottle of water after she closed the fridge. 

You and she gushed over how great tonight turned out to be and how you both had naughty plans for your men.

A couple of minutes later, the fellas entered the apartment. Slick Charles called for Yo-Yo, who winked at you and gave you a thumbs up before exiting the kitchen.

You were halfway done with your water when Fontaine found you leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Hey,” he greeted.  

“Hi,” you replied, shooting him a warm smile. 

He pointed to the hallway, “My room is the last room on the left. I’ll meet you there in a min.” 

You nodded as you watched him shuffle out of the kitchen. You gulped down the last bit of your water and threw away the bottle before leaving the kitchen in search of his bedroom.

You found his room with ease, passing Fontaine, Yo-Yo and Slick Charles. The door was already open, so you headed in, not bothering to flip on the light because the tiny lamp on his nightstand illuminated the room plenty for you to see.

“Slick, what the fuck we gon’ do with glow in the dark condoms?” you heard Fontaine question from the other bedroom. You laughed to yourself. You weren’t completely against those types of condoms. 

Slick Charles went on about Fontaine being boring and how he needed to have some fun. You tuned him out as you took off your heels, sighing in relief while you walked around Fontaine’s room. 

You checked your phone to make sure there were no missed calls or texts before slipping it back in your purse. You placed your clutch on his dresser and checked yourself out in the mirror while you waited for him. You looked like a snack and you were definitely ready to be ate! 

Fontaine strolled into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. You turned around to look at him. He held up a gold-colored foil packet and asked, “You ain't allergic to latex, right?" 

"Nah, I'm not allergic,” you assured him.

"Cool," he said as he pocketed the rubber and took his shoes and socks off, kicking them to the side before pulling you in by the waist and kissing you instantly. 

You kissed him back, your arms sliding up to wrap around his neck. His hands ventured down to your ass, squeezing it tight as he deepened the kiss. He swallowed your soft moans, licking into your hot mouth as he backed you into the dresser.

“Now I told yo ass to slow down before you injure a nigga’s back!” Slick Charles shouted through the walls. Yo-Yo said something back but you couldn’t make out what she had said. 

He broke the kiss, panting lightly as you both stared at each other for several seconds before he shook his head and you let out a giggle. Those two had to be the strangest and funniest couple you’d ever met. 

You felt his hardness against your thigh and you rubbed it. Damn, he was huge. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, stretching your walls.

“You ready for Daddy to eat that pussy?” he asked as he took a step back, looking you up and down. 

Was the sky blue? Hell yeah, you were. 

You nodded enthusiastically as you pulled your dress over your head, tossing it onto the floor. He watched you undress with hungry eyes, palming his erection. Once you took off your bra and panties you sauntered over to the bed, sitting down slowly before spreading your legs. 

He yanked off his shirt, revealing his large chest and broad shoulders, throwing it on the floor with your pile of clothes. He followed you up the bed, pulling on your legs to bring you closer to his face. 

“Damn shawty,” Fontaine murmured as he rolled your clit between his thumb and forefinger, licking his lips at the captivating way your pussy glimmered in his dimly lit room. “All for me, huh?”

"All for you, Daddy," you sighed deeply in anticipation as you felt his breath on your sensitive cunt. His nose brushed against your clit, causing your thighs to tremble slightly.

Leaning on his forearms, his large hands rested atop your lower belly as he licked a warm stripe from your wet slit all the way to your clit, flicking it twice before closing his mouth around it. You could already tell that you wouldn’t last long.

“You taste good as fuck,” he praised, dipping his tongue into your hole, tasting your fresh juices. He slid his finger in, stretching you slowly as he licked around your clit, strong tongue pushing you closer to the edge. 

"Oooh just like that," you held the back of his head, moaning loudly, "Don't stop."

Your back arched off the bed, bringing your pussy closer to his talented mouth. Your thighs began to shake as your climax loomed. The sheer pleasure was almost too much for you. You tried to force your thighs closed, but Fontaine's hand pinned you down. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

You inhaled sharply and sank back against the pillows as he inserted a second finger, pumping you faster.

“Fuuuuck!” you moaned even louder. 

He softly nibbled your clit, and the coolness of his golds was all it took to send you tumbling over the edge.

“I can feel it,” he moaned against your sensitive bud, slurping up all your juices, “Let it all out for Daddy.” 

His filthy words and the calculated flicks of his tongue had your mind whirling and your heart pounding. Every mind-boggling wave of bliss flooded through your veins, causing you to shiver uncontrollably as you tugged on his locs. At the moment, you couldn't form any words. All you could do was pant harshly and let out all kinds of obscene noises.

When he finally felt your body go limp, he pulled off your clit and eased his fingers out of you. Fontaine planted a few soothing kisses on your thighs before sitting up.

Your eyes were still closed, and your breaths were finally slowing, but you could feel his eyes on you and hear him sucking his fingers.

You peeked through one eye and found him kneeling over you, completely naked now, stroking his massive dick as he watched you with a mischief glint in his dark eyes. 

“I see you smirkin’, nigga,” you blurted, pointing at him as you glowed blissfully.

He tried to cover his smile but you saw it anyway. He playfully smacked your hand and said, “I was just tryna make sure you wasn’t ‘bout to pass out on a nigga.” 

“Yeah, yeah..”

He continued to stroke his dick as he lay on his back beside you. You turned your head to the side to get a better look, and your mouth watered at the sight. 

"Come taste this dick," he commanded as he watched you ogle it.

You sat up on your knees and leaned forward, taking it in both your hands. He had to have been eight or nine inches in length and was very girthy; his dick curved to the left too. It had been a while since you gave head, but you were determined to make him feel good. 

You wrapped your lips around the tip. It was warm and velvety against your tongue. You let the soft feel of Fontaine's dick run over your tongue, relishing the taste as you took him down as far as you could go, breathing through your nose. He hissed lowly as the wet heat of your mouth engulfed him. 

You licked a wet stripe up and down the length of his shaft before rising up to close your lips around the crown, stroking the rest of his rod swiftly. 

You glimpsed up at Fontaine through your eyelashes. The heated stare he gave you was enough to make you feel lightheaded. His golds flashed at you as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. The sight had you dripping for him.

He moaned your name, stretching out his legs as he cupped the back of your head. You swirled your tongue around, drawing out a long groan from him as you flattened your tongue down the underside of his tip. He lifted his hips, thrusting up as he held your head in place. 

You moaned as he fucked up into your mouth, your left hand braced on his knee while the other fondled his balls. Tears pricked your eyes as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him down as much as you could, gagging briefly as the tip of his dick slipped down the back of your throat.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he gasped as he halted his movements and gripped your shoulder, “Stop before I nut.” 

You pulled off with a loud pop, placing one final kiss onto the swollen, spit-gleaming tip before climbing up his body and crushing your lips against his in a sloppy kiss. His big hands roamed all over your body, squeezing your supple ass while he kissed you back just as sloppily.

"Aight, lay back for me," he murmured, breaking the kiss and pushing you onto your back, moving with a skilled quickness to put the magnum on before slotting himself between your spread legs. 

He lined himself up against your entrance, dragging his dick up and down your wet slit, only stopping to tap his fat tip against your sensitive clit, making you gasp and jerk beneath him in anticipation.

He slowly pushed inside, and your mouth fell open, but you quickly closed it, fighting back the scream that was about to escape.

“Shit,” he groaned deeply, pulling out a little once he was halfway in, and sinking back in, watching your pussy stretch around him. “You squeezin’ a nigga.” 

The pressure of the stretch stung, so you just bit your bottom lip, clung to the sheets and breathed deeply through your nose until the feeling subsided.

“You good?” he asked, voice laced with concern, stopping all movement when he realized just how quiet you were being. 

You opened your eyes, and his worried eyes swept your face, looking for any sign of pain. It was almost as though he was splitting you in two. You had to take a few more deep breaths in order to relax.

"Yeah, I'm good," you assured him as you let go of the covers and clung to his arms. "Your dick is huge, Fontaine goddamn."

He grinned at your confession and pulled all the way out before plunging back in, damn near knocking the wind out of you. 

“Oh my god,” you gasped, legs spreading wider to grant him better access. 

Once he was buried deep inside you, you let out a moan so inviting that he couldn't resist lowering his head and capturing your lips with his. You stroked his cheeks and tugged him closer, kissing him with all the fervor you could muster.  

“Shit, you feel good,” he praised, moaning softly as he began to circle his hips. 

“Please fuck me harder,” you sighed deeply, hands moving down to cup your breasts.

He straightened up and began to thrust inside you, picking up the tempo once he established a good rhythm. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of your wetness, his hips slamming hard against yours, and heavy breaths.

“Fontaine,” you moaned breathlessly. He groaned in response as he was beginning to love the way you called his name. 

“You look so pretty takin’ all this dick,” he praised, grip on your thighs tightening as he fucked you even faster. Warmth spread across your chest at the praise, and more wetness oozed out of your tight hole.

His hand slid up your body, squeezing your breast while the other bounced freely. Listening to him groan and grunt in delight was music to your ears, and it made your clit throb harder.

The intensity of the pleasure washed over you until it was all you could feel pulsing through your veins. He was fucking you so good. When you realized how loud you were being, you snapped your mouth shut, stifling your moans.

"Nah, I want to hear you,” he growled low in your ear, thrusting harder and deeper, “Tell me how good Daddy dick feels.” 

You couldn't help but whimper as he brushed against that sweet spot deep inside of you. “You—ah shit—feel so fuckin’ good!”

“I’m hittin’ that spot, huh?” Fontaine chuckled cockily, gold chain dangling against your chin. 

“Yesss Daddy! Ple—please don’t stop,” you begged. 

“What a nigga get if he don’t stop?”

“Anything!” you cried out, squeezing your legs around him and holding onto his shoulders as he pounded you into the mattress. “Shit— Fontaine I’m ‘bout to cum,” you breathed shakily, toes curling as your eyes snapped shut. 

“I want that shit,” he grunted loudly as he felt your walls contract around him, “Cum all over this dick.” 

You sank your teeth into his shoulder, biting down hard, muffling your screams of pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you. He sucked in a sharp breath at the pleasurable pain and as your cunt clenched so tightly around him, cumming hard, creaming all over his dick.

He whispered soothing things to you as your body convulsed in his arms. He held you tighter as he traced kisses all over your face and down your neck, shifting his rhythm back to a gentle rock. 

Once you came to your senses, you opened your eyes and gasped at the teeth marks you had left on his shoulder.

“Oh shit Fontaine,” you whispered as you traced the bite mark with your thumb, “I ain’t mean to bite you.” 

“Nah, you good,” he huffed, shrugging his shoulders, “I’m actually into that shit.” 

“Good to know.”

He waited a few more seconds before pulling out. He climbed off of you, kneeled on the bed, and scooched back to give you room to move, “Hands and knees, Y/N.” 

You happily obliged by rolling onto your stomach and arching effortlessly on your hands and knees.

You and Fontaine moaned in unison when he entered you in one swift motion, hips smacking against your asscheeks as he set a brutal pace. This must have been his favorite position because he wasn’t fucking around this time. Your desperate whimpers and the wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the bedroom once again. You took every inch he gave you, arms stretched out in front of you, fingers gripping the sheets as you rocked back against him. 

“Yeah, that’s right,” he grunted as he smacked your asscheek, “Fuck me back just like that.” 

His grip was so tight on your waist that you knew your hips would be sore in the morning. The thought alone made you wetter so you threw it back even harder.

It didn't take long for Fontaine to elicit another orgasm from you, causing your knees to buckle and slump against the mattress. He followed you down, chest pressed against your back, still pounding his thick dick inside you and panting against your ear.

As he placed all of his weight on you, his large hands wrapped around yours, fingers intertwining as he continued to give you the best dick you'd ever had. He was grinding so hard and deeply into you, muttering filthy words in your ear. The boundless pleasure was starting to become overwhelming. You couldn't cum again. You were almost certain that you'd pass smooth the fuck out if you came a fourth time. You needed him to cum. 

“Fon—fuuuuck! Please cum for me!” 

“You want Daddy to nut?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whined, eyes rolling back as he brushed against your g-spot yet again. 

“Aight, c’mere,” He rose back up on his knees, tugging you along with him. You braced yourself on your hands and knees. He slowly rocked into you a few times before setting a merciless pace, fucking the breath right out of your lungs.

“Goddamnit,” you rasped, “You fuck me so good!”

As he repeatedly hammered away at your g-spot, all you could do was grab the sheets and scream his name. Hot tears welled up in your eyes. As your walls tightened around his fat dick, you trembled, gasping and whimpering. You were a mess. Another orgasm blasted through you, taking you both by surprise and blurring your vision. It took all your strength not to fall forward as your thighs shook violently.

Fontaine grunted loudly as he rutted against you like a mad man, smacking your asscheeks over and over, chasing his own orgasm. He let out a low, guttural groan, thrusts faltering as he twitched inside of you, cumming hard. 

You both panted harshly and were completely fucked out. Arms and legs weaker than SWV.

He trailed kisses down your sweat-glistening back before pulling out of you. Once he was free, you slumped all the way forward, your head resting against a pillow. He carefully pulled the condom off, tied it, and tossed it into the bin beside his nightstand before plopping down next to you. 

Still splayed out on your stomach, you scooched as close to him as you could, cupped his face, and just gazed down into his eyes as you swiped your thumb across his hairy cheek. 

He mirrored your gaze, his eyes less intense than usual, and wrapped his arm around your waist, massaging small circles into your lower back with the pads of his fingertips.

After a prolonged moment of silence, in-tune gazes, and soft caresses, you broke the silence and said, "That was fuckin' amazing."

He nodded his head in agreement so you asked him, “When can we do this again?” 

“Whenever you want,” he said before pulling you down into a tender, biting kiss. He sucked in your lower lip and licked into your mouth teasingly. You tugged on his bottom lip, softly sighing as you ran your tongue across his golds, shifting so you were half on top of him, chest to chest.

Good, you thought. Because you definitely planned on sticking around. Good dick and conversation? There was no way you were passing that up. 

“Goddamn ‘Taine! You ain’t have to upstage a pimp like that!” Slick Charles hollered through the walls. 

You broke the kiss, gasping at the random outburst. 

“Nigga, shut yo retired ass up!” Yo-Yo said just as loud.

Fontaine tried to hold it, but one look at your amused face had him chuckling and shaking his head fondly at his roommates.

[thevelvetwhispers]

issa link up! 😩

…. after all this time i still want letitia’s fine ass and that vibranium strap 😮‍💨🫣

[vertigoartgore]

The Black Panther meets the Pink Panther (2003). Art by Sal Velluto (the main interior artist of Christopher Priest's run on Black Panther).

[moniquesha]

exfil

part three: first job back.

18+

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Shaken but unable to walk away, you find yourself back in the fight. The past lingers, the weight of old habits settling in. And when the moment tests you, someone is not convinced you’re ready.

Warnings: Angst. PTSD. Panic attack. Violence. Mentions of past trauma.

a/n: if you haven't noticed yet, this is my attempt in the most realistic way a soldier can act towards others! in other words, this is a slow burn series.

“I detected irregularities in your vitals,” Vision said, eyes scanning you. “Your heart rate is still elevated.”

You sighed, barely suppressing an eye roll. “Yeah, thanks, I noticed.”

Vision tilted his head, studying you for a second longer before concluding, “You should sit.”

You weren’t going to argue with a synthezoid, not when your legs still felt unsteady. Before you could even think about finding a seat, Wanda appeared beside you, pressing a bottle of water into your hand.

“Here,” she said softly.

You hesitated. Then, with a muttered thanks, you took it.

Wanda didn’t leave. She just stood there, watching you like she was debating whether or not to read your mind.

You shot her a look. “Don’t.”

“I wasn’t going to,” she replied, but there was something too innocent in her voice.

You narrowed your eyes. “Wanda.”

She sighed, crossing her arms. “Fine. But only because I don’t need to.” She tilted her head slightly, searching your face. “It’s written all over you.”

You looked away, taking a sip of water. It didn’t make the bitterness in your throat go away. By now, the others had gathered again—Bucky, Yelena, Sam, and of course, Tony, who looked way too satisfied with himself for dragging you back inside.

Bruce was there, too, watching cautiously from the sidelines. Clint and Rhodes had started talking amongst themselves, probably debating whether or not this was their problem.

Thor, at least, had the decency to look a little lost.

You exhaled, staring down at the bottle in your hands.

Then, Tony clapped his hands together. “Alright, so, now that we’ve all had our little emotional meltdown—”

“We?” Sam scoffed.

“—can someone please tell me what exactly we’re doing here?” Tony ignored him, looking at Yelena. “You’re the one stirring this pot, so start talking.”

Yelena glanced at you before answering.

“I asked her to help with Fontaine.”

Tony raised a brow. “And her response was to nearly pass out in the parking lot?”

“More or less,” Bucky muttered.

Tony exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “God, I hate this job.”

“Technically, you don’t have a job anymore,” Rhodey reminded him.

Tony waved a hand. “Semantics.” Then, he turned back to you. “Alright, what’s your deal?”

You clenched your jaw. “I don’t have a deal.”

“Oh, you so do,” Tony shot back. “Look, I get it. You wanna stay out of this. You don’t wanna go running back into another spy thriller disaster. But—news flash—you already care.” He pointed at the water bottle in your hands. “That’s why you’re still here.”

You looked away. “I didn’t have a choice.”

Tony scoffed. “You always have a choice.”

You exhaled sharply.

Silence hung in the air.

Yelena spoke next, voice measured. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t need you.”

You swallowed hard.

Bucky, for once, said nothing.

You let out a breath, staring at the ground.

Then, finally—

“I said I’ll read the damn file.”

Yelena’s shoulders relaxed slightly.

Tony smirked. “Look at that. Progress.”

You shot him a glare. “Don’t push it, Stark.”

He held his hands up in surrender, still grinning. You sighed again, rubbing your temples. This was a mistake. You knew it.

But just like Tony said—you already cared.

Your apartment was quiet when you stepped inside. Too quiet.

You locked the door behind you, tossing your keys onto the small table near the entrance. The lights flickered on automatically, casting a dull glow over the space—small, simple, nothing like the places you used to stay in when you were somebody.

Now? You were just someone trying to get through the day.

You shrugged off your jacket, throwing it over a chair before making your way to the kitchen. You grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and leaned against the counter, staring at nothing.

The file Yelena had given you sat on your coffee table. Untouched.

You exhaled sharply.

Against your better judgment, you walked over and picked it up. The paper felt heavier than it should have.

You don’t have to do this.

That’s what you told yourself. But it was a lie.

Because the second you took that file, the second you agreed to read it, you were already in.

Like a bad habit you couldn’t shake. You sat down, flipping open the folder. The first thing that greeted you was a photo.

Contessa Valentina Allegra de Fontaine.

Her face stared back at you, just as smug as you remembered.

You skimmed the documents, scanning the details, the movements, the suspected operations. Some things you knew. Some things you wished you didn’t.

You leaned back, rubbing your temple.

This was a mistake.

A big one.

You should’ve burned the file, walked away, never answered another call from Yelena again. But instead, you were sitting here, debriefing yourself, like you still belonged in this world.

Like you were still the agent you used to be. You sighed, shutting the file. You’d read the rest later. For now, you needed sleep. You haven't even noticed how time is the quickest when you worry. The sun barely peeked through your curtains when you woke up, a dull headache pressing against your skull.

You had slept—technically. But it wasn’t the kind of rest that left you feeling any better. Your body still felt heavy, your mind still restless.

For a moment, you just lay there, staring at the ceiling. You could still feel the weight of the file sitting on your coffee table. The second you touched it, there was no going back.

But was there ever a chance of walking away?

You sighed, finally forcing yourself out of bed. The cold air hit your skin immediately, grounding you in reality.

The apartment was as quiet as it was last night, save for the occasional hum of the city outside. You went through the motions—brushed your teeth, washed your face, threw on whatever was clean.

Then, without thinking, your eyes flickered to the coffee table.

The file was still there. Untouched.

You exhaled sharply. Then, reluctantly, you sat down and flipped it open again.

This time, you really read it.

The more you took in, the more you realized why Yelena had asked for your help. Fontaine wasn’t just another opportunist trying to play in the big leagues—she had reach. Resources. Plans that ran deep, deeper than most people realized.

And you? You knew things about her that no one else did.

Because once upon a time, she had been your fix.

That part still made your stomach turn.

You’re out, you reminded yourself. You left that life behind.

But if that were really true, why were you still sitting here, memorizing every detail in that file?

Your phone buzzed. You hesitated before grabbing it.

A message from Yelena.

Yelena: Morning. So… how much do you hate me right now?

You stared at the screen for a long moment.

Then, with a sigh, you typed back.

You: Still deciding.

Three dots appeared almost immediately.

Yelena: Fair. Coffee?

You ran a hand down your face. You had a choice.

You could ignore this. Pretend like you never saw the file. Go about your day like none of this mattered.

Or—

You exhaled, already reaching for your jacket.

You: Where?

The café was a quiet hole-in-the-wall kind of place—nothing fancy, nothing flashy. The kind of spot you’d pass by a hundred times and never notice.

That’s why you didn’t like that Bucky was sitting at the table with Yelena when you walked in.

You stopped just inside the door, debating whether you should turn around and leave.

Yelena saw you first. “Ah, there you are.” She waved you over like this was some casual brunch meetup and not an attempt to drag you back into something you had no business touching.

Bucky turned, catching your eye. You met his gaze for a split second before looking away, sighing as you walked over.

“This wasn’t part of the deal,” you muttered, dropping into the seat across from them.

“Relax,” Yelena said, taking a sip of her coffee. “He was already here when I got here.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Wasn’t expecting you either.”

“Good,” you said flatly. “We can both be disappointed.”

Yelena smirked, but Bucky just sighed, leaning back in his seat. He looked like he’d been here a while—coffee half gone, a plate pushed to the side.

You ordered yours without looking up, rubbing a hand over your face. “So?” you said after a beat. “What’s the plan, then? Or am I just here for the ambiance?”

Yelena leaned forward slightly. “You read it?”

You hesitated. Then, finally—

“Yeah.”

Bucky didn’t react, just took another sip of his drink.

Yelena, though, watched you carefully. “And?”

You exhaled. “And it’s bad. I didn’t know she divorced Everette Ross, and I didn’t know she had jurisdiction over stuff that was supposed to be SHIELD’s files only.”

“No kidding,” Bucky muttered.

You ignored him. “Fontaine’s been playing a long game. And she’s good at it. I just don’t know what she’s doing with all this intel. Yet.” You glanced at Yelena. “You sure you wanna do this?”

Yelena shrugged. “Wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

That didn’t mean it was the right choice.

You tapped your fingers against the table. “It’s not just her. She’s got people. Connections. A lot of them.” You looked between them. “As far as I know after Sam’s heroic event, she has Walker on her side. You two better be ready for that.”

Bucky met your gaze. “Are you?”

That question sat between you like dead weight.

You didn’t answer. Because you weren’t sure you wanted to.

After discussing more points, and probably trying to convince that you could be the girl on the computer while they did all the fighting. You realize now that you should’ve just walked out of that café, tossed the file into the nearest gutter, and ignored Yelena’s texts until she got the hint.

But instead, they insisted that you should also be there, no skills wasted—and after 5 hours later you're now standing in a dimly lit warehouse, double-checking your gear, because you had agreed to run a damn extraction mission for stolen vibranium.

Some things never change.

Bucky was securing a suppressed rifle across his back, his metal fingers adjusting the strap. Yelena was beside him, flipping a knife between her fingers like she was waiting for an excuse to use it.

“Let me get this straight,” you muttered, pulling on your gloves. “T’Challa has an entire army of elite warriors, but we’re the ones handling this?”

“Dora Milaje are occupied,” Bucky said, pocketing the knife. “So he asked us.”

You frowned. “And we said yes?”

Yelena snorted. “You’re here, aren’t you?”

You shot her a glare before looking at them both. “Fine. What’s the plan?”

Yelena pulled out a small tablet, tapping the screen. A blueprint of the warehouse appeared.

“The vibranium shipment is here,” she said, pointing to a storage area near the back. “Heavily guarded, but nothing we can’t handle.”

Bucky glanced at the map. “Security?”

“Armed. Mercenary types,” Yelena replied. “Not Fontaine’s best, but enough to be annoying.”

You sighed. “Great.”

Yelena smirked. “Come on, old friend. It’ll be just like old times.”

“Yeah,” you muttered. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Bucky rolled his vibranium arm, cracking his neck. “Let’s move.”

No more talking. You followed them into the dark.

The fabric felt suffocating.

It had been years since you last wore a tactical suit—long enough that you should’ve forgotten how it felt. But the moment you zipped it up, that familiar weight settled on your chest, heavier than it used to be.

The holsters, the straps, the weapons—they all sat on your body like a ghost of the past, dragging you back to who you used to be.

Who you swore you wouldn’t be again.

Your grip tightened around the pistol in your hand. Your fingers twitched, muscle memory kicking in as you checked the slide, the safety, the magazine. It felt automatic. Too easy.

Too natural.

You shouldn’t be here.

The thought came out of nowhere, sharp and insistent.

You shouldn’t be here.

You closed your eyes for half a second, forcing yourself to breathe.

Inhale.

Exhale.

You barely registered Yelena’s voice in your ear. “We’re moving in ten. Get your head on straight.”

You swallowed. “Yeah.”

She didn’t notice anything off.

But Bucky did.

You felt his eyes on you before he even said anything.

“You good?” His voice was low, meant just for you.

You gritted your teeth. “Fine.”

Bucky didn’t buy it.

You could tell by the way his gaze lingered, scanning your posture, your hands, the way your breathing had gone uneven.

And just like that, your chest started to tighten.

The room suddenly felt too small, the weight of the suit pressing harder against your ribs, your lungs struggling to catch up—

No, no, not now.

You turned away, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to force it down.

But Bucky was already stepping closer.

He kept his voice steady. “Hey. You need to breathe.”

You swallowed hard, nodding, but the air still felt thick. Your hands clenched and unclenched as your pulse pounded in your ears.

Bucky didn’t push. Didn’t grab you. He just stood there, close enough to be an anchor but not enough to suffocate.

“Deep breaths,” he said quietly. “In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

You tried.

Tried to listen, tried to focus on the way his voice cut through the noise in your head.

After a few moments, the pressure in your chest started to ease.

Not gone. But manageable.

You let out a shaky breath, rolling your shoulders like it would help shake the feeling off.

Bucky studied you for another second before nodding. “Better?”

You exhaled. “Yeah.”

Yelena’s voice crackled through the comms. “We’re moving. Get your asses in gear.”

Bucky held your gaze for another second before he turned.

You stayed there a moment longer, flexing your fingers before gripping your gun again.

It felt different this time.

Because now, you knew that you weren’t ready for this.

The warehouse loomed ahead, its steel walls dull under the dim night sky. It was the kind of place that smelled like oil, rust, and bad decisions. Yelena was in front, scouting the perimeter with quick, precise movements. Bucky stuck to your right, silent but alert.

You kept your grip tight around your pistol, but the weight of it still felt wrong. Like you were holding something that no longer belonged to you.

Yelena’s voice came through the comms. “Four guards at the entrance. Two patrolling near the shipment.”

Bucky glanced at you. “Silent or messy?”

You forced yourself to focus. “Silent.”

Yelena’s smirk was audible. “Boring, but okay.”

You moved. Years away from this kind of work hadn’t erased your instincts. You slipped through the shadows, your footsteps soundless.

The first guard went down without a sound, your arm wrapped tight around his throat until he slumped against you. Bucky caught another, his vibranium arm clamping over the man’s mouth before he could make a noise.

Yelena took care of the other two with her knives, moving with an ease that made it look almost casual.

You adjusted your grip on your gun, signaling forward. The three of you pushed deeper inside. The warehouse was vast, rows of crates stacked high. Your objective was clear—retrieve the stolen vibranium and get out.

Simple.

Or at least, it should’ve been.

You rounded a corner and spotted the shipment. A metal crate, locked down with reinforced security measures. But it wasn’t unguarded.

Two men stood nearby, rifles slung across their backs. One of them was checking something on a tablet.

You should’ve waited. Should’ve assessed the situation, formulated a plan.

But something snapped.

Maybe it was the way the gun felt right in your hands, the rush of adrenaline flooding your veins.

Or maybe it was the months—years—of pretending you weren’t built for this.

Before either Yelena or Bucky could stop you, you stepped out of the shadows, raised your pistol, and fired.

One shot.

The first guard dropped.

The second one barely had time to react before you shot again, the bullet striking true.

Everything went still.

Yelena cursed. “What the hell—”

Before she could finish, an alarm blared.

You barely had time to process before Bucky was grabbing your wrist, his hand closing over the barrel of your gun, forcing it downward.

“What are you doing?” he hissed, his voice low but sharp.

For a second, you just stared at him.

His grip was firm but not crushing. His eyes searched yours, something unreadable flickering behind them.

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

Because for a moment—a brief, fleeting moment—it was just the two of you.

No mission. No war.

Just his hand around your gun, grounding you.

Then Yelena snapped, “Incoming!” and the spell shattered.

Footsteps thundered against the concrete. More guards. Bucky let go, his expression unreadable. But you knew what he was thinking.

You were losing control.

And if you weren’t careful, this mission wouldn’t be your only mistake tonight.

No time to dwell. You reloaded your weapon, jaw tight.

“Сволочь.” (Jerk)

The second the alarm blared, the whole operation shifted from quiet extraction to get in, get out, and don’t die trying.

Yelena was already moving, ducking behind a crate as bullets sprayed in your direction. Bucky shoved you down just as a round barely missed your shoulder, embedding itself into the steel wall behind you.

“We need cover!” Yelena shouted.

You pushed off the ground, your pulse hammering. “We wouldn’t need cover if I—”

“Yeah, yeah, you screwed up,” Yelena cut in, already firing. “Save it for later!”

Bucky was already ahead, metal arm raised as he fired back at the incoming guards. “Move!”

You did.

It should’ve felt more familiar, more instinctive—but it didn’t. It felt reckless. It felt dangerous. And the worst part? Some part of you liked it.

You took the left flank, dropping low behind a stack of crates before popping up and taking your shots. Every pull of the trigger sent another guard collapsing.

Too easy.

Too familiar.

Too much like before.

Bucky reached the vibranium crate first, yanking at the security lock while Yelena covered him. You moved to back them up, but then—

“Y/N!”

You turned just as a guard charged, swinging the butt of his rifle toward your face.

Instinct kicked in.

You ducked, twisting his arm and slamming him hard into the wall. His head cracked against the metal with a sickening thud, and you didn’t even hesitate before delivering a sharp kick to his ribs, just to make sure he stayed down.

Something in you snapped.

The adrenaline. The fight. The feeling of being back in it.

It took over.

By the time the next guard reached you, you didn’t even raise your gun—you met him head-on, grappling with his rifle before yanking it free and slamming the stock into his throat. He choked, stumbling back, and you pressed forward, using your weight to drive him into the ground.

You didn’t stop.

Didn’t think.

You hit him again. Then again. Then—

A hand grabbed your wrist, yanking you back.

Bucky.

You struggled for half a second before realizing—his hand was tight around yours, but he wasn’t hurting you. Just stopping you.

“Enough.” His voice was low, steady, but there was something sharp behind it.

Your chest heaved. The room felt too loud, your pulse too fast.

For a second, you weren’t in the warehouse anymore.

You were back in that old mission, years ago—when you first realized HYDRA was behind everything. When the world collapsed beneath your feet. When you lost yourself.

Bucky’s grip stayed firm. His expression unreadable.

Yelena’s voice cut through the chaos. “We have the vibranium. Time to go!”

Bucky didn’t let go immediately.

Not until you nodded, your breath still shaky.

Then, wordlessly, he released you.

You didn’t look at him.

Couldn’t.

Because if you did, you’d see the thing you were trying to ignore—the thing you were trying not to be again. The three of you moved, slipping through the chaos and vanishing into the night. But even as you left the warehouse behind, the weight of what just happened followed you. You weren’t sure if you were going to be able to shake it.

The ride was silent at first.

You sat in the back, staring out the window as the darkened city streets blurred past. The weight of the mission still sat heavy in your chest—the rush of it, the violence, the way you lost yourself for a second.

You felt Bucky’s eyes flick toward you in the rearview mirror, but he didn’t say anything. Not yet. Yelena, on the other hand, wasn’t about to let the silence linger.

She let out a sharp exhale from the passenger seat, tossing her gloves onto the dashboard. “Okay. Debrief.”

You didn’t respond.

She turned slightly, looking at both of you. “We got the vibranium. That’s the good news.”

Bucky kept his eyes on the road. “Bad news?”

Yelena crossed her arms. “They definitely know we took it. Fontaine’s people are not gonna be happy.”

You scoffed under your breath. “When are they ever?”

Yelena gave you a look. “Not the point.”

You stayed quiet, staring at your hands. Your knuckles were still bruised. Your hands still remembered what you did back there.

Yelena must’ve noticed, because her tone shifted slightly. “What the hell happened back there, Y/N?”

You clenched your jaw. “I handled it.”

Bucky scoffed. “You lost it.”

That got you to look up. “Oh, don’t start with me, Barnes.”

“Start?” He shot you a sharp glance in the mirror. “You’re the one who nearly took that guy’s head off. That wasn’t handling it—that was something else.”

Your grip on your knee tightened. “He was trying to kill me. I did what I had to.”

“Yeah?” Bucky’s tone was flat, but there was something beneath it. “Then why did I have to pull you off him?”

Your chest tightened.

Yelena sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Alright, enough. We’re all alive, mission’s done—let’s just get back and figure out our next move.”

No one argued. But the weight of Bucky’s words sat heavy in the air, unspoken but there.

You stared out the window again. Head leaning back as your body now accepts that the fight is over, you can sit back and breathe.

The vibranium was gone. Safe.

Sam had taken care of the delivery back to Wakanda, ensuring it made its way into the right hands. It was out of your jurisdiction now—out of your hands.

But the guilt wasn’t.

You sat at the safe house, hands clasped together, elbows resting on your knees. The room was dimly lit, the low hum of a fan filling the silence. You should’ve felt relieved. Should’ve felt something.

Instead, all you could feel was the lingering weight of what happened back there.

You almost lost control.

Again.

The worst part? You weren’t sure if it was a mistake or if some part of you liked it.

A soft thud broke you out of your thoughts.

Yelena had dropped into the seat beside you, stretching her legs out like she wasn’t carrying the same exhaustion you were. She leaned back, arms crossed, watching you for a second.

You didn’t look at her.

She sighed, then nudged you with her elbow. “You gonna sit there all night, sulking?”

You exhaled slowly. “I’m not sulking.”

Yelena smirked. “You are.”

You shot her a look, but it didn’t last long. Eventually, your gaze dropped back down to your hands.

Silence stretched.

Then, softer, she said, “You did what you thought was right.”

Your stomach twisted.

“What if what I think is right isn’t?” you muttered.

Yelena tilted her head. “That’s a stupid question.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”

She shrugged. “You did what needed to be done. And maybe it was messy. Maybe you almost lost your shit.” She nudged you again. “But you didn’t.”

You swallowed, jaw tight. “Bucky doesn’t think so.”

Yelena rolled her eyes. “Bucky is dramatic.”

That almost got a smirk out of you. Almost.

She sighed again, her voice quieter now. “I asked you for help because I knew you could do this.”

You glanced at her. Her expression was unreadable. Not pitying, not condescending—just honest.

“You’re here,” she continued. “That means something.”

You didn’t respond.

Because for the first time in a long time, you weren’t sure what you believed anymore.

But for now, you just let yourself sit there.

Let yourself breathe.

Yelena offered to drive you home. You shook your head.

“Walking seems more… healthy right now.”

She looked like she wanted to argue, but for once, she didn’t. Just gave you a knowing look before nodding.  “Fine,” she said, opening the car door. “Try not to get mugged.”

You snorted. “I’d like to see them try.”

Yelena smirked, but there was something softer behind her eyes. Something like don’t disappear again.

She didn’t say it. Didn’t need to.

Then she was gone, leaving you standing under the dull glow of a streetlamp, the city stretching ahead of you. So you walked.

It wasn’t about the distance. It wasn’t even about clearing your head. It was about breathing. About putting one foot in front of the other and reminding yourself that you were here.

That this was real.

That you had walked back into all of it the moment you showed up at Hill’s funeral.

It had started there.

Seeing old faces.

Hearing old voices.

Feeling the weight of a past you thought you’d buried pressing down on your shoulders again.

And then Tony had seen you. Disbelief written all over his face.

Yeah, well, I actually did.

You hadn’t planned on staying. You’d wanted to just be there, pay your respects, and leave. But then Sam had noticed you. Greeted you.

Sam… I mean, Cap.

And then Yelena.

No work?

As if you weren’t the biggest ghost in the room.

As if you hadn’t disappeared all those years ago because you couldn’t stomach the idea of fighting for the wrong side again.

Then Bucky had arrived, shaking hands with old teammates, the same man you had fought once without knowing who he really was. The same man you’d crossed paths with later—when he was in hiding, and you were trying to heal.

And then the HQ. The hesitation.

For Maria’s sake, Sam had said.

And somehow, you had ended up back at that bar, ordering an Old Fashioned, just trying to exist while ghosts of your past talked about missions, strategies, threats.

Then her name came up—Fontaine.

And suddenly, you weren’t just a face in the room anymore.

You were in it again.

And now, here you were.

Walking the streets of a city that had moved on without you, with bruised knuckles and a mind full of noise. You weren’t sure if you regretted it yet.

But you were sure of one thing—

You had never really left.

You were almost home. Almost.

The night air was cool against your skin, the streetlights humming softly above you. The walk had helped—at least a little. The weight in your chest hadn’t disappeared, but it felt a little less suffocating now.

Then you saw him.

And you cursed.

“Oh, for f—” You cut yourself off, pressing a hand to your forehead. “Seriously?”

Bucky stood near the entrance of your building, hands in his pockets, looking every bit like he hadn’t just been on a mission with you hours ago. Like he belonged there.

He lifted a brow at you. “Nice to see you too.”

You let out a slow breath, irritation settling in your bones. “Are you following me?”

“No.” He shrugged. “We just have really shitty luck.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s one way to put it.”

A beat of silence.

Bucky studied you, his expression unreadable.

Then—so casually it made you want to punch him—he asked, “You good?”

You barked out a dry laugh. “Do I look good, Barnes?”

He tilted his head slightly, gaze flicking over you, like he was actually considering it. “You look tired.”

You scoffed. “Great. Exactly the look I was going for.”

Another pause.

You should’ve walked past him. Should’ve gone upstairs, shut the door, and let the night end. But you didn’t.

Instead, you met his gaze, arms crossed, voice quieter this time.

“Why are you really here?”

Bucky exhaled.

“For the same reason you’re still standing here talking to me.”

You hated how much sense that made.

You stared at him.

For a second, the city felt quieter, the usual hum of distant traffic and late-night murmurs fading into the background. It was just you and him, standing under the streetlights, carrying different versions of the same weight. Bucky shifted slightly, his hands still in his pockets. His voice was lower this time, more careful.

“I just wanted to say sorry.”

That threw you off.

Your brows pulled together, skepticism creeping in. “For what?” His jaw tensed for a moment, like he had to force himself to say it.

“I get what you meant,” he said, eyes not leaving yours. “The other night. When you called me two-faced.”

You swallowed, not expecting him to actually bring that up. You had said it in the heat of the moment, bitter and frustrated, hurling words at him like knives.

He continued, gaze steady.

“You were right. I got out.” He inhaled, like the words were heavier than they should be. “And you didn’t.” Something in your chest twisted, sharp and deep.

You looked away, your arms tightening around yourself. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Yeah, you did.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “Fine. Maybe I did.”

Neither of you spoke for a moment.

Then, softer, you muttered, “I was just angry.”

“I know.” Bucky sighed, his stance shifting. “It’s not fair. Any of it.”

You scoffed. “No shit.”

Another silence.

Bucky hesitated before adding, “But you’re here now.”

You weren’t sure if that was supposed to be reassuring.

You looked back at him, studying his face—the exhaustion buried deep in his eyes, the kind that never really left. He understood. Maybe not in the exact same way, but he understood.

And somehow, everything about this man made sense.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “Go home, Barnes.”

Bucky watched you for a second longer. Then, with a small nod, he took a step back.

And just like that, he was gone.

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[incorrect-marvel-because-why-not]

Do you think that if Steve had still had his shield he would have offered it for Bucky's arm?

Think about it-

The Wakandans were doing a huge favor for Bucky (and by extension- Steve). Neither Steve nor Bucky would want to take one of their resources -certainly not one as coveted as vibranium- for any reason.

But Bucky's HYDRA Arm was probably very heavy and likely hurt quite a bit. He may have tuned the pain out, but taking that arm off must have been a relief. Vibranium, however, is very light- the perfect material for a robotic limb.

So Steve probably would have offered the tiny bit of vibranium he had to keep Bucky comfortable, even if he had to destroy a national treasure to do so.

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Honesty, Tony did Bucky a favor by destroying the arm that HYDRA gave him

Cause that arm, is the WNTER SOLDIER's arm

The arm that took away DOZENS of innocent lives

New arm, new start

....but eventually an alien steals his arm to give it to a raccoon for Christmas

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Won’t You Bring Me Whiskey? || Attoye Drabble || Western AU

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“And here I was, thinking you’d forgotten me.”

Okoye acknowledged his presence without ever looking up from the papers strewn across her desk, right where Shuri had said she’d be.

Attuma smiled at her from the post he’d taken up against her office doorframe.

“Darling, I think I could take a hoof to the head and still remember every damn detail about you,” he replied with a soft laugh.

Her writing paused, and she spared him the briefest glance before returning to her work, amusement dancing on her lips. “Flatterer.”

“Maybe so,” Attuma conceded, standing to his full height and flashing her a charming smirk. He strode over to the large oak desk and leaned close enough to smell the lingering scent of orchids and amber on her skin and see the bright glint in her dark eyes, “but never a liar.”

She hummed in response, lips quirking up, and continued her writing. “Staying long?”

The question was a familiar one, and he thought he heard something like hope in her tone. But he ignored it just the same as the pang of disappointment that flashed through him, knowing the answer.

“Just until morning. We leave at first light,” he said quietly, rounding the desk and leaning against it as he admired her. Even after almost a year of this— whatever this was —he still found himself awestruck by her. From the sharp arch of her brow to the wide set of her nose, the deep bow of her full lips and elegant column of her neck, the sleek lines of her collar bones and supple curves of her breasts and hips, Attuma could spend hours cataloging her beauty.

He had.

“Tell me something,” Okoye started as she finished scrawling a few numbers in a ledger and interrupted his musing. “What does it say that your dog found her way here before you did?”

She chuckled at his questioning hum and closed her ledger, storing her pen. Then, she pushed her chair back, nodding to the black-and-white animal napping under her desk.

Attuma glanced down and snorted as Yawri sleepily blinked one eye open. “Comfortable down there?”

She sniffed at him, then crawled from under the desk, yawning and stretching as she went and placed her head in Okoye’s lap, preening as the woman began to scratch her behind the ears.

“You’re an awfully spoiled thing, aren’t you?” Attuma admonished playfully, shaking his head as her tail began wagging from Okoye’s continued attentions. He was suffering from a unique sort of madness where he found himself jealous of his own dog. “but I suppose you’ve got your priorities in order.”

Okoye shot him a dazzling smile lined with mischief. “Why Mr. Almehen, are you implying I’m a priority to you?”

Attuma froze for a moment, biting his tongue to stop the answer from spilling out. She always left him floundering, on the edge of laying out every secret his soul held. Gunfights held less danger, and yet—

His mouth curled into a dimpled grin as he replied, “No need for implication, Ms. Khubana. You occupy every spare thought I have.”

The admission earned him a playful arch of her brow, and she stood after stroking her hand through Yawri’s fur once more. Her eyes remained locked on him, and her skirts swished softly as she danced around the dog to close the short distance between them. His hands moved of their own accord, winding around her waist the moment she was within arm’s reach and pulling her into his chest. Okoye didn’t object; she simply traced her hands up his arms and settled them on his shoulders.

“Every spare thought?”

Her eyes studied him carefully, compelling the answer before there was thought to refuse.

“Mm-hmm.”

She pushed up on her toes, nudging his nose with her own, and something sweet on her breath danced across his lips.

“What about the occupied ones?”

Nimble fingers mapped the veins of his neck before burying themselves in his hair, and his eyes fluttered shut as she began massaging the base of his skull.

“Hm?”

His errant hands tightened around her waist and drifted down to the warm skin of her exposed back.

“Do I occupy your other thoughts? Even the busy ones?”

His eyes shot open, finding hers immediately. Dark eyes entranced and entrapped him, and Attuma drowned in twin pools of brown richer than the ripest cacao.

“Yes.”

His confession was rewarded with a kiss this time, and Attuma found himself uncaring for self-preservation.

Slow and searing, Okoye kissed him until he was drunk with desire and the whiskey that lingered on her lips. He kissed her back fervently, moving his mouth over hers until his mind spun from the lack of oxygen. The hand in his hair tightened as he pulled back, and he cupped her cheek with one hand, resting his forehead on hers as they breathed in tandem.

Orchids. Amber. Whiskey.

Okoye.

He never wanted to leave.

~plus venire~

A/N: I got bored and drunk and I’ve been watching a lot of Yellowstone and this has been in my drafts for… a while. Just a lil bit though I might circle back later... excuse my rambling in the tags

[kayvsworld]

mcu is guilty of many crimes but the worst is of course that they don't understand that my #1 priority is the little robots. where are U and Dum-E. where is redwing. why did you hurt redwing. gun emoji i just want to talk

[your-average-toast-enjoyer]

I don't know if there's a correct answer to that question or if it's opinion-based, but I'd like to see what people think

Rb for bigger sample size<3

[frogoat]

A blog about comic books and geek culture in general and Spider-Girl and the MC2 universe in particular.

[tom-whore-dleston]

I want nothing more than for her to make it hurt so good kdhgdsfahjk

#2 please? #2 I see you're a Moonie so maybe with FemDom either Layla or Reader? Honestly anything with #2. 😂

2. "So I hear you like pain."

Pairing: Layla el Fouly x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, smutty smut, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, pain kink

Word count: 0.9k

You were on vacation in London, sitting at the bar of a local pub nursing a dirty martini when Layla strolled in by herself. The waves in her hair created the perfect framing for her face. She reached out to you after seeing one of your social media posts. She texted you the location and said she’d meet you here in an hour.

In your eyes, Layla was sheer perfection. She was an amazing wife, friend, daughter, and fighter. Everything about her was enticing. You and her had run across each other’s paths multiple times over the last four years. 

You wanted Layla carnally and each time you pursued her she would shoot you down saying that she was married to Marc. You understood that she was a married woman, but it was clear that she didn’t get the tender love and care from her husband. 

“So I hear you’re into pain,” Layla blurted before taking a sip of her second rum and coke. You opened your mouth to respond, but then closed it. You actually didn't care who shared your pain kink with Layla.

“I am,” you replied, nodding your head as you gazed into her beautiful chestnut-brown eyes, “I love it when it hurts so good.” You were on your third cocktail and feeling rather confident. Layla was looking exceptionally delicious, and you needed to let her know you still wanted her.

“I can make it so good it hurts,” she said, downing the rest of her drink while maintaining eye contact. Her eyes sparkled mischievously in the dimly lit bar. You shifted in your seat, thighs rubbing together as you nodded enthusiastically. “Let’s get out of here.” Layla stood up, reached into her pocket to retrieve her wallet and slapped two twenty dollar bills on the table. 

You downed the rest of your martini and followed her out of the bar, clutching your purse. You were thankful that your hotel was only a ten-minute stroll away. You asked her on the way there what had changed after all these years of shooting you down, and she informed you that her husband had asked for a divorce with no explanation. She explained how he ditched her months ago without even saying goodbye. You came to a halt and pulled her in for a much-needed hug, expressing to her husband how dumb and ungrateful he was not to recognize how incredible she was. She hugged you tightly, chest pressing against yours as she held back tears of sorrow. She quickly changed the subject as you both parted and continued walking down the busy street towards the hotel you were staying in. 

And now here you were, splayed out on your hotel bed with Layla on top of you, kissing you passionately. Your blouse, bra, and panties were discarded and flung on the floor. You were left in your purple mini skirt. She undressed quickly and slid between your legs. Layla was completely naked and breathtaking. Body even better than what you had been imagining all these years. 

As she leaned down, you grabbed her soft ass and crushed your lips together in a heated kiss. Her hard nipples grazed yours, making you shiver. She broke the kiss and shifted down your body, leaving open-mouth kisses against your skin. She closed her mouth around your sensitive nipple, sucking gently while cupping your other breast and giving it a firm squeeze. 

You moaned softly as her free hand slithered up your skirt and found your throbbing clit. When her middle finger brushed over the sensitive bud you jerked slightly in anticipation. 

“Layla,” you said, letting out a high whine. 

“Mmm, already so wet for me,” she praised as her tongue flicked your nipple.

"Shit!" you cursed as she nipped your nipple and tugged. It hurt so good you felt more wetness ooze out of your tight hole. She moved to your other nipple, repeating the same notion while her other hand was rubbing your clit in tight circles. The coil that hung low in your belly began to uncurl. Before you could cum she let your nipple go and moved down your body. 

Layla clutched your calf and ran kisses up your thigh. You sighed deeply. Her soft lips felt good against your skin. She sank her teeth in the meat of your thigh, biting the flesh gently. You shouted and jolted against the bed as the pain took you by surprise. Your thighs were very sensitive. You hissed in pain as she brought her hand down hard on your other thigh, smacking it hard enough to leave a welt. She rubbed soothing circles into it and kissed the bite mark. Your eyes fluttered closed and you moaned loudly as Layla licked up your slit.

She kissed your clit before flicking her tongue against the bundle of nerves. You squirmed against the bed, head thrashing against the pillows. It felt so good. She slipped two of her long fingers inside of you, closing her lips around your clit and sucking meticulously. You entwined your fingers in Layla's wavy locs, burying your teeth into your lower lip as her lips tugged harder against your clit. 

Soon enough, the wet sounds of Layla lapping up your juices filled the hotel room. You tugged on her curls as you began to grind against her pretty face. The tightness in your belly began to uncoil and your thighs started to shake as you felt a warmth rush over you, “Layla, I’m cumming!” You whined as your orgasm ripped through you. 

“You’re so pretty when you whine like that,” Layla purred against your sensitive clit, licking you through your orgasm.

[meggtheegg]

the way that this episode had a better grasp on bucky's innocence than the entirety of tfatws

[vertigoartgore]

Black Panther Vol.6 #5 variant cover by artist Esad Ribic (2016).

[thechromebucket]

Marvelous Mermay: Wakandan Sea King

His Majesty, the Black Panther, King T'Challa

Update: the king's waist looked distractingly wrong, so I fixed it. His wrists still look off, but life's too short.

[harknessxo]

OH MY GOD , THAT ANONYMOUS ASKK !??? can u please pleaseeee make it into a request if that person still didn't request it !!‽ if u are free and have the time to do it ofc !! but oh my days dark!shuri w spy reader , that's INSANE

Pretty Little Thing

Paring: Dark!Shuri x spy!reader

Summary: You were sent on a mission to retrieve vibranium from Wakanda for S.H.I.E.L.D. In the process you get caught by the Black Panther.

Warnings; dark, sorta kidnapping, dub/non-con, strap- on use (r receiving)

Word Count: 1.8k

A/n: I know I literally disappeared for A little more than a month but I’m back now!

You were sitting in a meeting of S.H.I.E.L.D. They were running out of material for weapons and equipment and they needed more. They needed vibranium. They were trying to find a way to sneak into Wakanda and get what they needed without starting a war. You were zoned out, not paying much attention until Fury called your name.

“Agent L/n! Are you paying attention?”

“No, not really. What am I doing here anyway?”

“If you would've listened then you’ll know why you're here,” he said annoyed.

“Enlighten me.”

“You are going to be sent undercover to Wakanda to retrieve the vibranium we need.”

“What?! Are you out of your mind?”

“What? You think you can’t get the job done?”

“Of course I can. I just- how do you know they still have any vibranium?”

“A couple of days ago, a man by the name of Ulysses Klaue stole vibranium from a Wakandan ship. That gives us hope that they have more.”

“Fine. What's the plan?”

“Your job is to pretend like you’re one of theirs and when you get the opportunity, take the vibranium and get out. Is that clear?”

“Yes, director Fury.”

“Be ready by tomorrow morning. You’re dismissed.” Without another word you left to get your things ready.

✦ ✦ ✦

You were up and ready at 6:00 am. You got on the quinjet that was being flown by Natasha. After the 12 hour ride, you landed at the outskirts of Wakanda. You got your things ready but before you could leave the quinjet, Natasha grabbed your wrist.

“Be careful out there okay? I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I'll be careful, I promise,” you said with a smile before hugging her and getting off the jet. You walked through the jungle, ensuring you stayed hidden as you got closer to Wakanda. After a few hours, you arrived at the barrier that hid the city from the rest of the world. You looked around you before opening up your bag and took out a net that would open a hole in the barrier long enough for you to go through.

Once inside, you ran to hide before anyone noticed. You made your way to where you thought the castle was found. You were in awe of the beauty of the city. You put on a cape to blend in along with a piece of fabric that covered the bottom part of your face. You slowly made your way around the city, trying not to bring attention to yourself.

Once you made it outside the palace doors, you had to come up with a plan on how to get around the Dora Milaje. You’ve heard about this group of ruthless female warriors. You don’t mess with them. You got an idea that could work or get you killed.

“Kukho abantu abasengozini! Kufuneka ubancede!” you said running up to them. You had learned a bit of Xhosa, you hope they understood what you said. Apparently they did because they looked at each other and ran towards the city. (There are civilians in danger! You have to help them!)

You took the opportunity and ran inside the palace. You made sure the coast was clear before making your way down the hallway. You pulled out a vibranium locator but as you did, you heard steps coming towards you and you hid behind a pillar. Once the guards were gone, you released a breath you were holding and kept going.

You eventually reached a section of the palace where the vibranium was located. It wasn’t guarded which was strange due to the fact that vibranium was their most valuable source. You carefully opened the door and looked inside to make sure no one was inside. You went in and closed the door behind you.

The room looked like a lab. You looked around and found what you needed. When you were about to take the vibranium, a voice made you stop.

“Looking for something?” You slowly turned around and came face to face with the black panther. She abruptly pushed you against a wall, pulling off your mask with her claw.

“You’re a pretty little thing aren’t you?” she said in a husky voice with her thick accent. At that point all of your fighting instincts were gone. You felt so small under her gaze.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” she asked with a smirk on her face. The smirk was quickly whipped off of her face when your instinct finally kicked in and you kneed her ribcage.

Taking this as an opportunity, you quickly grabbed onto the vibranium and started to run. You didn’t make it far as she jumped in front of you. She lifted you off of the floor by your throat, making you drop the vibranium.

“Oh she’s feisty, I like that,” she chuckled darkly.

“Please…I can’t breathe…” you gasped, gripping onto her wrist. She swiftly let you go and turned you around, placing a white cloth over your nose and mouth.

“I finally found a new toy,” was the last thing you heard before you fainted.

Shuri caught your body before it hit the floor. She took this time to admire your features. You were so beautiful, so perfect. She snapped out of it and started to look for anything on you that might be a tracker and destroy it. When she was done she carried your body to her private chambers and got rid of your bag.

✦ ✦ ✦

When you woke up you felt cold. You tried to move to cover yourself but something was preventing you from doing so. You opened your eyes and the first thing you noticed was your hands that were tied together to the frame of the bed you were laying on. The second thing you noticed was the fact that you were completely bare.

A chill ran through your spine. You began to struggle against the restraints, trying to release yourself from them but you were stopped by her voice again.

“It’s no use. I’ve made sure that your movement is limited. I can’t just let my new toy get away now can I?” She said with a dark chuckle.

“I’m not your toy! Now you better let me go before S.H.I.E.L.D. starts looking for me!” You sneered, once again struggling against the restraints.

“It’s bold of you to make demands to me when you’re the one who invaded my home and tried to steal from me.” She stated, slowly making her way to the bed. She started running her finger up your leg. You tensed up at the cold feeling of her claws.

“You are a truly beautiful woman,” she whispered in your ear, “Even more beautiful than Riri was.” That made you gasp. S.H.I.E.L.D. had been trying to find the girl for months in hopes she would help them make another vibranium detector but they never found her.

“It was you…you were the one who took that poor girl. What did you do to her?”

“Exactly what I’m about to do to you,” she smirked before she took a bead off of her bracelet and brought it to your face.

“Do you know what this does?” she asked. You shook your head. She fiddled with her bracelet and the bead started vibrating.

“Now you will.” Your eyes widened when you realized what she was about to do.

“No! No please-”

“Shhh,” she placed her finger against your lips, “you’re going to enjoy it.” She pressed the bead onto your sensitive clit which made you jerk away in surprise. You tried not to like it, you really did, but the vibrations against your clit felt amazing. You bit your lip trying to suppress your moans and she noticed.

“Aww baby you don’t have to hold back. You can make as much noise as you want.” You shook your trying to not let her win but failed. Your orgasm washed over you and you let out a loud moan.

“See usana, Now was that so hard?” Shuri took the bead away, letting you relax for a second before her black panther suit disappeared and the only thing left on her body was a strap. Your eyes widened once again at the sight of its size.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, I’ll make it fit.” She manhandled you onto your stomach and straddled your legs.

“You’re so wet and ready for me usana,” she said as she slipped her fingers between your wet folds, making you moan softly. Your moans quickly turned onto screams and whines when she slipped the vibranium strap in without a warning.

“Please! I- I can’t take it.” She gripped onto your hair and pulled your head back.

“Yes you can,” she growled in your ear before speeding up her thrusts. Soon your screams turned into moans once again and your second orgasm was making its approach.

“I’m- I’m close,” you whined into the pillow your head laid on.

“Go on nkosazana, make a mess all over my cock.” Her thrusts became sloppy, letting you know she was close as well.

You came for the second time of the night. The room was filled with both yours and Shuri’s pants. She pulled out, got off of the bed, and disappeared through a door on the other side of the room. She emerged again with a white cloth and her suit back on.

“Stay still,” she started as she whipped your thighs and pussy with the wet cloth. She threw the cloth somewhere in the room before making her way to your tied hands.

“I’m going to untie you and you’re going to promise you won’t do anything stupid because I don’t have a problem having you sleep tied up all night.” You nodded your head and she cut the restraints with her sharp claw. You sat up right and rubbed your wrists. She suddenly grabbed your face harshly and made you look her in the eye.

“I’m going to leave through that door and you better be sitting here looking pretty when I come back, understood?” You nodded your head ones again.

“Use your big girl words nkosazana.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good,” she released your from her iron grip, “you should rest.” That was the last thing she before heading out the door and locking it behind her.

You brought the only blanket you saw close to your body and curled into a ball thinking of what just happened. Was S.H.I.E.L.D. looking for you? Would they find you? Were you ever getting out of this room? All of those questions rushed into your mind.

Your eyes began to get heavy and soon you fell asleep, still thinking of what was going to happen to you.