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Yes, Captain | Carol x Fem!Reader

A/N: This was requested so long ago and I’ve just found it in my drafts. You can tell that I wrote this almost a year ago 😭 (feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

Requested by Anon: “Can I request something with Carol Danvers where the reader is young (certainly of age, just younger!!!) with smut & Carol has a HUGE mommy kink” - as agreed with anon, kink was changed to a Captain kink

Warnings: Smut - captain kink, strap-on, praise, fingering (r receiving), hair-pulling, light choking (kinda rough fucking), mentions of punishment.

Word Count: 2767

You had been a member of the Avengers for a little over a year now, helping them foil plans formulated by Hydra, aliens or other non-worldly creatures.

Though you were led by Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, often on your missions, you were joined by Carol Danvers, otherwise known as Captain Marvel.

And, suffice it to say, you took a major liking to Carol. Even though she was older than you, you couldn’t help but adore her, lingering on every word she said.

As far as you knew, Carol liked you too, whether that was as a friend or something more, you weren’t sure.

Because the two of you worked so well together, you were also often partnered together on missions; the two of you acting like a well-oiled machine.

But your latest mission was a disaster.

You had put yourself in danger to save Carol, despite her being the one with actual powers. Luckily, you had escaped with minor injuries but it still didn’t stop Carol from being furious with you.

For almost two weeks after the mission, she had refused to speak to you. She trained by herself, leaving you to partner up with either Natasha or Wanda. She gave you the cold shoulder when everyone gathered in the Avengers’ Tower to eat. She even ignored you on missions until you’d finally had enough.

Everyone except Carol had left the Tower to take part in an undercover operation overseas, leaving you alone for a few days. Carol had decided to stay so she could keep an eye on New York whilst the rest of the heroes were gone and you had been ordered to stay because this mission was deemed too dangerous and they didn’t want you getting hurt.

Carol was still ignoring you so you decided to interrupt her during one of her midday training sessions.

She was doing reps on a pull up bar and you could only stare as she moved herself up and down, her strong arms keeping her balanced as her core tightened with each pull up.

Shaking your head to maintain your focus, you approached the blonde. When she saw you, she released herself from the bar and took a large swig of water before wiping the remnants from her mouth.

She was about to walk past you when you grabbed her arm and held her in place beside you. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of your hand on her bicep and then looked up at you with a look in her eye that you couldn’t distinguish.

“Can I help you?” She said sarcastically, her eyebrow raised.

“We need to talk.” You replied, still holding her.

“Did I say you could touch me?” She asked, her eyes glancing down to your hand.

You immediately released your grip and then narrowed your brows.

When she tried to move past you again, you stood in front of her.

“L/N, what exactly are you doing?”

“I said we need to talk, Captain.”

Had you not been intensely watching Carol’s eyes, you would have missed the quick falter in her hard stare.

This was turning into some sort of power play but you knew you weren’t going to relent from this conversation.

Clearing your throat, you continued, “You’ve been ignoring me for two weeks, Carol. And why? Because I put myself in danger? Because I let myself get hurt instead of you?”

Carol rolled her eyes and tried to move past you before you stopped her again.

“I asked you a question, Captain Danvers. So fucking answer it.” You said harshly, feeling a rise of anger suddenly bubbling.

“Watch your mouth, L/N.”

“Or what, Carol? Please enlighten me. What the fuck are you going to do? Except not answer my fucking question. Isn’t that right, Captain?”

You were shouting now but as soon as those last words had left your mouth, Carol had pushed you against the wall, her arms caging you in.

“I told you to watch your mouth.”

Her gaze flickered to your rising chest, then your lips before making eye contact with you.

You were no longer angry; that had fizzled away leaving you feeling more uncertain about the situation you were in.

“Or what, Carol?”

She leaned in to whisper in your ear, the charged silence practically buzzing between you.

“That’s ‘Captain’ to you.”

Her soft whisper sent a shiver down your spine.

With your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your unease grew and Carol continued to stare at you causing you to nod at her.

“What was that?” She asked, brows raised.

“Y-yes...Captain.” You answered and Carol smirked in response.

“Good girl.”

The praise went straight to your core as you blushed.

She moved further towards you, her body dangerously close to yours, almost pinning you to the wall.

“Aww, does my baby like being praised?”

Your eyes widened at the endearment term. Though the two of you had playfully flirted in the past, you both had never been this toward with each other.

Her head fell to your neck as she placed gentle kisses up and down your exposed skin, causing a moan to slip past your mouth.

“I asked you a question, y/n.”

“I-I don’t-I.”

She smirked once more as you stumbled over your words before pulling away to stare back down at you.

You licked your lips nervously and swallowed hardly as Carol continued to stare at you. Unease growing under her gaze, you dropped your head to your chest as you felt your cheeks heat.

Then you felt Carol lifting your chin with her finger, making you maintain eye contact with her.

“Babygirl, you really are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her words had you blushing profusely and you tried to shield your face with your hair but Carol’s grip on your chin kept you facing her.

She leaned in close once more, her lips a breath away from yours. “Don’t try to hide from me, y/n. Can I?”

“Yes.” You let out sheepishly but, by God, you were glad you did, because the moment those words left your mouth, her lips were on yours.

It was both sensual and ferocious, her mouth ravaging yours, as if claiming you. Her arms no longer caging you in, they bracketed your hips, holding you flush against her. That was when you realised she was packing.

You let out a moan and felt her smirk against you. Then she pulled away and you couldn’t stop the whine that fell past your lips.

“Now, now, baby. We’re certainly not done yet. I know everyone’s gone but I don’t want to run the risk of them walking in on us.”

She took your hand in hers and led you to her room. Devoid of any personal items or colour, you’d have felt uncertain at the appearance of the room except for the small photos that were framed around the room; some of you and the team, others of Maria and Monica.

You didn’t have time to dwell on her room because, the moment the door closed behind you, Carol had pushed you against the wood, her mouth on yours again.

She kissed her way down your jaw until reaching the sensitive spot at the nape of your neck causing you to let out another moan.

“God, baby, you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of hearing you moan for me.”

“Carol...fuck.” You cursed as her hands roamed your body, reaching up to cup your breast.

You moaned into her mouth which she eagerly swallowed.

Moving her hands to your legs, she lifted them up and you readily wrapped them around her hips. With the change in position, you could feel her strap pressed directly against your clit, applying enough pressure to leave you wanting more. Still kissing the blonde, you tried to use what little strength you currently had, to grind against the toy.

With you in Carol’s arms, she led you to her bed and lay you - rather gently - on the mattress. She quickly discarded the clothes off the both of you before settling between your legs. The only form of clothing that was left was the strap harnessed to her waist.

As she brushed up against you, the tip of the toy lightly moved between your folds. You tried to push your hips up but Carol held them down with one hand.

“Now, don’t make me punish you, babygirl. As much as I would love to, I really want to fuck you right now.”

Carol looked down at you, her eyes black with lust.

Squealing when she pinched your nipple, you licked your lips and replied, “I’m sorry, Captain.”

“Good girl. You’re a fast learner.”

Another wave of arousal travelled straight between your legs making Carol smirk once more.

“God, I’m gonna have fun with you. I’m gonna get you ready for my strap now, baby.”

Before you could ask what she meant, she moved down your body until her face was level with your pussy. With one hand still holding you down, she used the other to run through your folds.

Fighting to hide a moan, you clasped your hand over your mouth before hissing when you felt a sharp smack against the inside of your thigh.

“Don’t hide your sweet sounds from me or else I’ll be smacking you again, and next time, it’ll be harder and I’ll make you thank me for each one.”

Content with how your eyes widened and how your jaw dropped in response, Carol, with a shit-eating grin on her face, delved into your pussy.

Grasping the sheets in your hands, you groaned at the sudden wave of pleasure that coursed through you. Carol lapped at your folds before she pushed two fingers inside you. You winced at the pain before it turned into something more pleasurable.

Continuing to lick your clit, she occasionally tugged at it with her teeth - toeing the line between pleasure and pain. She thrusted her fingers up into you before adding a third.

“God, you’re so tight, baby.”

The groan she let out sent a vibration through your core as her words served to deepen your arousal.

As she pushed her fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace, she brushed up against that sweet spot in your pussy that had your knees shaking around her.

With each harsh thrust, Carol flicked at your clit, eliciting a needy moan from you as you chased your high.

“Fuck. Right there, Captain. Don’t stop. Fuck.”

A string of curses continued to fall from your lips as Carol increased her pace before moving upwards so she could capture your lips in hers.

You groaned when you tasted yourself on her lips.

“Come on, baby. Come for me. Be a good girl for your Captain. Come.”

You heard yourself scream as you came around her fingers, your body spasming against her as she continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

When she finally pulled her fingers out of you, your pussy clenched at the emptiness whilst you tried to gather as much oxygen as you could to soothe the burning in your lungs.

“That was better than I dreamed it would be.”

Carol said, bringing her fingers to her mouth as she sucked them clean.

Wrapping an arm around her neck, you pulled the blonde close to you and kissed her, revelling in the taste of your arousal on her lips. Carol ground her hips into yours, the tip of her strap teasing your hole.

“I need you to fuck me, Danvers. Please.”

Carol noticed your slip up but didn’t seem to care that you had used her name; the need to fuck you overpowering any form of dominance she currently held over you.

“Captain, ple-fuck.”

You were cut off midway when, without warning, Carol entered you. The strap wasn’t necessarily big but it was still larger than you were used to so it did take a while for the initial sting to subside after Carol had bottomed out.

You started to whine, the urge to be thoroughly fucked overwhelming you. Carol ravished you with a kiss as she fucked you like a bitch in heat.

“You’re taking my strap so well, baby. Look at how easily your pussy just takes it.”

You felt your walls clench as she spoke, her words making you even needier; if that was even possible.

As Carol thoroughly fucked you without cause, all you could do was lift your hips to meet each thrust. When she hit that deep spot within you, you’d arched off the bed, Carol ripping a throaty groan from you.

“I’m so close. Fuck. Harder, please.” You begged, almost near tears at how needy you were. You were on the edge and could practically taste how close you were.

Carol, however, had other plans.

Within a matter of seconds, she had slowed down to pull out, leaving your pussy clenching at the loss. Before you could question her, she’d roughly flipped you onto your hands and knees and harshly thrusted back into you.

The room was silent aside from the harsh slapping of skin upon skin and the cries that Carol was eliciting from you with her actions and her words.

As she continued to fuck you from behind, you felt your arms buckle from the pleasure resulting in you falling onto the pillow. Carol tightly gripped your hip with one hand and used the other to pull your hair back, creating a make shift pony-tail.

“You’re such a good girl for me. This is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? For me to fuck you like the slut you are.”

You whined at her words, your voice not strong enough to talk as you continued to meet her rapid thrusts. The new position that you were in meant that you could feel the strap a lot more and it was constantly pressing against your G-spot with each thrust that you were on the precipice of losing consciousness.

As a string of incoherent pleas fell from your lips, you could only manage to moan out the word ‘please’.

“‘Please’ what, baby? Use your words.”

The softness of which she spoke contrasted with the brutal pace that she was currently fucking you with.

“I-I need. God, please. J-just fuck me.” You pleaded, the building pleasure consuming all of your senses.

“Isn’t that what I’m doing, baby?” Carol laughed. She was teasing you, you knew, but you couldn’t help but become even more wet as she spoke.

You felt your head drop when she released her grip on your hair, allowing it to flop back onto the pillow; not strong enough to hold it up yourself.

Her hand then slithered to your neck before enclosing around your throat, not enough to cut off your airway, but enough that you had some trouble breathing.

She continued to fuck you at a bruising pace, the obscene sounds of her strap pushing in and out of your pussy filling your ears.

As she drove into you, she leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Ask for permission to come.”

“Please, Captain. Please, let me come. I need it so bad.” You begged, tears welling in your eyes.

The blonde snaked her hand, that was previously on your hip, to your clit and rubbed the nub none too gently.

“Good girl, y/n. Come, baby.” Carol praised, lightly squeezing your throat.

And with that, you came around her strap, shaking from sheer pleasure and the aftershocks of your intense orgasm after having already been sensitive from your first one.

Hissing when Carol pulled out of you, your entire body slumped down on her bed, your breaths coming out in pants.

Not strong enough to lift your head, you instead listened as Carol left to clean up and you heard the steady sound of a tap running.

“You did so well, baby. Here, drink up.”

Carol lifted your head, brushing your hair back so you could gulp down the glass of water she had brought you.

After downing the beverage, you continued to lay in her arms as she softly stroked patterns on yours.

“That was fun. Can’t believe this happened because I confronted you.” You said when you’d managed to catch your breath.

“Oh, baby,” you turned to look up at Carol, furrowing your brows when you saw a devilish smirk on her face.

“This was just round one. I still need to punish you for your recklessness on that mission.”

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