do u have any other sub carol ideas??
yes. always yes
warnings: thigh grinding, degrading, praise
“Quit squirming,” you huffed, pushing the blonde down further into the mattress. You couldn’t help the smile that quickly replaced the slight irritation when Carol whined into the sheets, struggling to fight the chase for her own pleasure. “Just stay still and let me- fuck,” you hissed when your clit rolled over a particularly tense muscle in the back of Carol’s thigh.
“Please,” Carol whimpered as she turned her head to the side. “Let me see you.” She sounded so pitiful you almost agreed, but depriving her of what she wanted while you used her to get off was far too tantalising a thought not to see through to the end.
“Stop moving so much and I’ll think about it,” you lied. You were setting her up for failure anyway. “I can see you trying to hump the mattress, are you that desperate that you can’t wait for me to finish?” You mocked, grinding small circles into her thigh as you listened to her whine.
“No, I’m sorry!” Despite her words, the Captain was still unable to stop herself finding the friction between her soaked cunt and the bed. You chuckled at the sight, finding a great deal of entertainment in how desperate Carol had become. It was never hard to get her like that.
“That’s better,” you moaned lightly, dragging your hips over the wet patch that glistened on her skin. “You feel so good against me, princess,” you told her, speeding up your actions after so long of drawing it out just to tease the blonde. She was so easy to wind up.
“Use me,” she moaned, trying to catch a glimpse of your blissed features until you forced her head back into the bed and used it as leverage to fuck yourself with. The new angle made your clit peak out more and you gushed over Carol’s thigh.
“That’s my good girl,” you sighed, locking your thighs around her own. “My good slut,” you added, knowing what it did to her. “Gonna make me cum.”
“Please,” the Captain begged, her hips moving on their own once more, like she didn’t have an ounce of control over her needs. You had to do everything for her, so you grabbed her hips with your free hand and held them firmly against the mattress until you felt your orgasm hit you.
You cursed and Carol seemed to moan louder than you when she felt you soak her thigh and frantically ride out the pleasure you were overcome with, all while gazing down at your helpless lover who was no doubt making her own mess on the bed. You smiled, high on your bliss and the unwavering power you had over Carol as she continued to squirm and whine as you slowed your hips down. Keeping her thighs wedged apart with your own, you dipped your hand down between her legs and ran your fingers through her soaked cunt, groaning at the excessive wetness that coated your digits. “Gods, you’re so needy,” you chuckled, feeling Carol clench around your fingertips. “Too bad you haven’t earned anything yet.”
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WHAT DID I SAY
summary — the four times you fucked up and called your doms by the wrong name
warning(s) — college au, fuck-buddy relationships, marijuana use, alcohol consumption, face slapping, spitting, biting, body writing, restraints, spreader bars, mentions of branding, semi nipple torture, hickies, shotgunning, choking, butt plugs, spanking, ass biting, pussy slapping, doggy style, strap-on usage, cum-filled strap, fingering, oral, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, praise, daddy kink, mommy kink, captain kink, sir kink, literal filth, men/minors dni
authors note — first little headcanon/oneshot for know my place! hope you enjoy my little college stoners who fuck like rabbits. can totally be read seperate from the au!
know my place
♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ・ mommy maximoff ✧
Maria –
The wine is warm beside Maria’s bed. The bottle of Prosecco momentarily forgotten about as a symphony engages beneath the darkness of night and blankets. It’s not often that Maria pulls the blankets overtop of herself as she works to unravel the intricate knots and coils in your belly, but she’s chosen tonight to share the beauty of your body with only herself and the silicone toy secured around her hips. Your moans are muffled by her skin, teeth embedded into her shoulder as she rocks the strap-on into you harshly, the bulbous head dancing along your cervix with every third stroke. She’s practiced in this tango, an expert in knowing your body, but the wine has impacted your reception to her actions, and as she pulls the strap out of you almost completely only to thrust back into you quick and harsh, a name leaves your lips that isn’t her own.
Maria has never been soft with you in moments of time where some part of her body is buried within yours. She’s rough, and assertive, and entirely domineering as she splits you open and gives you only as much pleasure as she’s willing. With Maria, you’re never in charge. The cards are held tightly in her ironclad grasp and you’ve learned better than to try and guess that she’s holding. The wine however, has severely impacted your judgment. You’ve engaged in this dance for months now; been left with the bruises and aches of her touch for days afterward, and yet you’re disoriented enough to cry out for Wanda as she drills your sopping cunt so perfectly.
“Mommy!” The title slips off your lips before you can search for the correct term that’s filed away in a section of your brain labeled ‘Masha’. Maria has never been Mommy, in fact, she’s always turned her nose up at the title and joked that Wanda’s entirely too harsh to be called something so maternal, and she’s less than amused when the five letter name falls onto her shoulders as she works to unravel you completely.
Her hips stutter to a stationary position, the silicone dildo fastened around her hips deep within your pleasure soaked core, but unmoving and unwilling to start again. There’s a moment of silence that passes between the both of you; Maria’s eyes are hard, slitted and dark as she stares down at you in a drunken haze, brain struggling to process what you’ve just let slip. Your eyes are wide, light and soft as you meet her stare and attempt to win her forgiveness without seeing the repercussions of your actions. You were a fool to call her Mommy, but you were an idiot to think she’d let it go so simply.
The silence that had fallen over you ended abruptly, replaced by the echoing sound of a sharp slap meeting your cheek and bouncing through the air before you’d had a chance to process the pain at all. Your head snapped to the side, your unharmed cheek pressing against her pillowcases that smell somewhat of smoke and vanilla. Your eyes pinch closed, anticipating the next hit that will land against your heated skin, but it never comes. Maria’s hand tangled into your hair instead, pulling your head back until your neck is craned and the expanse of your sensitive skin is exposed enough for her teeth and tongue to mark.
“What’s my fucking name?” Her hips snap into yours with each word that she mutters against your neck, sharp bites and sensitive stings encasing your body in a delectable buzz of pleasure and possessiveness. You’ll bear these marks for days to come, indentations of her teeth and patches of purple from her lips adorning your skin that can’t be easily hidden with makeup or your longest turtleneck. Everyone who looks at you will know that you’d found yourself beneath a warm body and had been helpless to their assault, but only you’ll know that it was Maria Hill who had been your intimate attacker. Each lovebite that she presses into your skin is a subtle claim. You’re not Wanda’s in this moment, you’re not Natasha or Carol’s either, you’re entirely Maria’s and she’s reminding you of such as her hips drive hard against your own and the silicone strap that’s coated in your arousal attempts to bruise your cervix in the most addictively painful way. Each strong thrust sends you reeling farther into bliss, but she’s waiting for an answer and you’re not getting anything more until she hears you call her the right name. In her opinion, she’s being entirely lenient with you, there are a plethora of ways she can go about reminding you who you belong to, and yet your wrists remain unbound and your breasts remain unmarked by the leather of her favorite flogger that’s just an arms distance away. “Whats my fucking name, slut? Or do I need to carve it into you? How pretty would you be with my name on your thigh; ruined for anyone else who even tries to get between these legs? My little slut forever.”
A strangled moan falls into the air as Maria sinks her teeth into the skin of your neck just beneath your ear, and your hands that have remained at your sides throughout this entire exchange shoot up to scratch at her back, blood bubbling to the surface as you spare to ounce of lightness to your touch. She’s marked you, now she’ll bear your marks for days to come. “S-Sir!”
Maria hums, satisfied with your answer, but unwilling to forgive you completely. Her hips continue to pound into you until she reaches her high, thighs quivering as she moans in pure delight until she’s too sensitive to continue on with her ministrations. The strap-on leaves your entrance quickly, your overstimulated and sensitive walls pleading for it to stay, but Maria’s done for the night, and she’s decided that you are too. She reaches for the abandoned glass of wine, taking a sip smugly as she straddles your hips, damp toy splayed across your naked belly as your chest heaves and you look up at her pleadingly.
“You’ll get to cum when I don’t have to remind you who I am.”
Natasha –
Natasha’s hips continue to rock into you even as she leans forward and captures your lips between hers. The room is filled with a thin layer of smoke, the scents of weed and sex entangling together and yet it's somehow entirely Natasha as you lay beneath her, willing to take whatever she wants to give you. Your head is fuzzy, filled with only thoughts of her and the lightness that the bud had brought over your senses. Her body is warm as her naked chest presses against yours, already marked by her passionate kisses and bites that will linger for days to come in secret. Her pupils are blown wide, a combination of her lust and the joint she’s rolled skillfully. Her fingers are educated in the art of many things, but unraveling you is one of her most prized hobbies. Her lungs are filled with smoke from the last drag she’s taken, and as the seconds linger on with her lips still pressed firmly to yours, unmoving but eager to claim you intimately, she exhales into your open mouth and forces you to take the smoke that she fills it with. It burns as you inhale, slipping down your throat smoothly and filling your own lungs, but it’s pleasant and you greedily allow her to continue until all that remains is an empty kiss that was once filled with weed. The smoke trails out in wispy strands of white and gray, and they dance between your faces until the open space claims it and the visual is gone.
When she pulls away, there’s a devilish smirk on her lips that even another drag can’t erase entirely. She raises the joint to her lips again, eyes fluttering closed as she sits back on her heels, the cum-filled strap she borrows from Carol still buried within your walls and yet agonizingly still as she lets her head fall back in contentment. The cloud of milky white smoke that settles around her is entirely erotic, almost a halo of intoxication above her head, but there’s hardly a second for you to admire how ethereal she looks in this state before she presses into you firmly and resumes her rocking. Her pace is punishing albeit shallow, the tip of the strap-on hitting your perfect spot so softly it feels like butterfly sings batting against your skin, but she’s ruthless with her speed and the quick motions of her hips are enough to have you gripping at the sheets and looping your legs around her waist to draw her in deeper.
Natasha laughs smugly at the sight of you so fried and desperate. She raises the joint to your lips with one hand, encouraging you to take a hit before her other hand wraps loosely around your neck. She doesn’t apply any pressure as you take a long drag, eyes fluttering closed as you involuntarily shiver at the taste lingering on your tongue, but the presence of her grip is enough to have your hips bucking into hers.
“F-fuck sir!” You cry out when she obliges with your silent request and begins to thrust deeper into your core, the head of the toy pounding right against your sensitive spot with practiced ease as your head falls back against the pillows and your lips release the joint. A cough falls off your lips as you moan around the smoke in your lungs, eyes becoming watery from the burning sting, but you have no time to recover from the hit before Natasha’s hand is tightening around your neck and her hips are setting into you faster and harder.
Her lips purse as she collects spit on the tip of her tongue, letting it fall against your flush cheek before she smears it down your neck, fingers that are still holding the lit join trailing across the expanse of your sensitive and worked over skin. She’s playing with fire now, quite literally, smearing her spit across your chest until she finds a home at your pebbled nipple and pinches roughly, but you have no ounce of self-preservation in your body as you watch the lit joint fall closer and closer to the marked skin of your chest as she tightened her grip on your neck and leans cynically close to your face. Her eyes are dark, clouded with lust and intoxication. Her hips have set a punishing pace and each time she drives the head of the strap into your g-spot your vision goes white with pleasure.
“That’s not my fucking name. Are you really that much of a slut that you’re thinking about Masha as I’m fucking you. We can get Masha if you’d like, I’m sure she’d love to watch as I fuck you into my mattress until the only words you know how to say are Daddy please. I’m sure she’d love to lay between these legs and watch my cum spill out of you before I push it right back in and plug you up. Fucking whore. Is Daddy fucking you too good? Is that little brain so overwhelmed with pleasure that you don’t even know who’s fucking you?” Natasha lightens her grip on your nipple, bringing the joint back up to her lips before she drops it into the ashtray on her bedside table and grips the dildo, throwing her head back as her thrusts become choppy. “I bet you’d let anyone fuck this cunt. All you want is to cum. Fuck!” She curses as she drops her body against yours, lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as she squeezes the shaft tightly, cum spurting against your walls and marking them with a milky whiteness. “Cum with me. Fuck!”
With her permission, the coil in your belly finally snaps, and you arch into her touch as she rides out her own orgasm, the cum slipping down your legs and coating your inner thighs and her sheets. “Fuck Daddy!”
“Good girl. Scream my name. Let Masha hear how good I’m making you feel.”
Wanda –
When Wanda invited you over to fuck, you’d anticipated something quick. What you hadn’t expected, was for her to bind your wrists to her headboard and force your legs apart with her recently purchased spreader bar. You’d been at her mercy for hours now, writhing on the bed beneath her as she took her time working you up. First it had been her fingers that dared to ruin you, the ringed digits slipping between your folds and teasing your clit and entrance until you were dripping onto the bed sheets and pleading with her to give you something more. She’d agreed easily, not even putting up a fight to prove her dominance over you. Those skilled fingers had turned into a skilled tongue. The hot muscle pressed against your clit, lapped at your entrance and slurped up the damp arousal that glistened beneath the moonlight that bled into the room from the open window. She was relentless in her teasing, and as overstimulated as you were beneath her touch, you were equally as frustrated. She’d been at it for hours, bringing you just close enough to taste the sweet relief of your orgasm before she pulled away and began the process all over again. You’d cursed her out six times since she started, and each time she merely chuckled against your core and slapped her palm down harshly against your cunt, sure to let her fingers brush against your clit for merely a second before it was gone and her tongue soothed the ache but brought nothing more.
Your hands itched to tangle into her hair, and yet each time you reached for her you remembered how she’d so intricately bound you to the headboard with the softest rope in her collection. Your hips bucked upward as she pulled away again, your entrance clenching around nothing as your clit throbbed and protested. A broken cry fell off your lips as you shook your head frantically, needing her back on you and relieving the intense ache that she had single handedly created. Her lips and chin glistened with your arousal as she smirked down at you, the vibrating egg between her legs working her up to an orgasm you could only beg for.
A whine rippled through your chest before it tumbled into the room, the words you’d been chanting for hours mangled and wrong as they came spiraling out fast and strung together. “Captain! P-Please!” Wanda growled lowly at the slip, her eyes dark and sinister as she leaned forward to grab your jaw and force your eyes on her.
“What did you call me?” Despite how she articulated every syllable in the sentence, she wasn’t really looking for you to respond to her. In a swift motion, she’d reached across the bed to grab the panties that she’d pulled from your legs when you’d first joined her in the bedroom, and shoved them into your mouth. The balled up fabric was damp and uncomfortable as it sat on your tongue, but despite how hard you strained to force them away from your mouth, you couldn’t get them out with your arms bound and her body restricting your movements.
Your eyes tracked her movements as she fumbled around in the drawers of her bedside table, thighs straddling your waist as she leaned forward and subsequently rocked the vibrating egg farther into her tight channel. She trembled in pleasure, but everything about her was always so perfectly kept that it was hardly noticeable to anyone who wasn’t you. Her rustling had lasted mere seconds before a black marker that had been used weeks prior to mark up a project poster now in her grip and uncapped. You had no idea what she planned to do with it, but there wasn’t any way for you to ask if you wanted to. You were helpless to watch as she slid down your body and dragged the inky tip across the skin of your breasts before moving downward.
You gasped when the cold tip of the marker dragged across the skin right above your mound, thick black letters that you had to strain your neck to read lingering on your skin only to be gone when you washed your body of her touch later that night. ‘Mommy’s Slut’, was written just above your cunt, but Wanda wasn’t satisfied in stopping there. She dragged the felt tip across the inside of your thigh, holding your legs still as they wiggled away from the ticklish sensations she provoked. A thick arrow pointed straight at your weeping entrance, and Wanda was cruel enough to write, ‘cum slut’ at the tip of the arrow. A cry fell off your lips when she threw the marker onto the floor, and returned to her position between your legs. Her mouth was cruel as it worked you up to the edge, but unlike the times prior, she hadn’t stopped when you’d begun to wriggle around as an indication of your approaching orgasm. You fell over the cliffside in bliss, but that had only lasted long enough for your orgasm to crash over you and then she was gone, forcing you to ride it out with no further stimulation.
A harsh slap met your sensitive cunt when you finally stilled on her bed, teary eyed and desperate for something more as you stared up at her with wide pleading eyes. Wanda wasn’t willing to comply however, and instead of satisfying you fully, she trailed harsh bites up your torso and between the valley of your breasts before her lips, still glistening with your arousal, found a home against yours. The dainty pink panties with a frail little bow on the waistband still between your teeth and properly wet from your saliva, but she hadn’t trailed so close to your face to kiss you. Instead, she settled her harsh glare on you, a sinister smile curling the edges of her lips upward as she let a damp finger stroke across your cheekbones, “I guess Mommy has to remind you of who you belong to. We’ll see if you deserve to cum in a few days.”
Carol –
The buttplug is an added sensation that Carol uses to her advantage as she works to unravel you completely before you both have to leave for class. You’re not new to butt plugs, Maria’s quite the fan of them, but you’re new to them with Carol and the ways that she likes to toy with your stimulated body. You're on all fours in the center of her bed, knees sinking into the mattress as your hands grasp and twist at the comforter, absolutely desperate for relief that’s been slowly building beneath the surface. Her fingers are buried deep into your core, curling into your g-spot and massaging your velvet walls with pride. Her tongue circles the plug in your ass teasingly, and every couple of minutes when you least expect it, she presses against the base of the plug in tandem with her harsher thrusts before she scissors you open.
Carol smirks against your ass as she sinks her teeth into your left cheek, her hand slapping down on you right just as she flicks her thumb over your clit. A muffled moan falls off of your lips as you bury your face into the comforter, your hips rocking back on their own accord as you attempt to chase after her touch, a strangled cry of, “Daddy more!”, vibrating your cheek as you twist your head to rest your cheek against the comforter and stare back at her.
Carol is relatively unbothered by your slip of her title, but she doesn’t let it go entirely, not that you’re aware yet. Her fingers work into you easily, her thumb rubbing harsher, tighter circles around your clit until you're spasming on the bed. She smirks against the globe of your ass, her thumb pressing firmly against the plug with the hand that’s not buried between your thighs. “That’s not my name Princess and you know that.” Carol says smugly, grinding her hips down onto the edge of the bed as she chases her own relief, knowing there’s not enough time in the ten minutes she has left with you to reverse your position and have you go down on her.
“Captain!” You cry out sharply, reaching your hand back to grasp onto Carol’s as the coil builds in your belly almost unbearably. The engineering major merely smirks, digging her teeth into your ass a final time before she encourages you to spill around her fingers. That’s all it takes for you to cave and tremble as she continues to scissor you open and curl her fingers into your cunt, but as quickly as your orgasm comes, she’s pulling away and throwing your clothes at your head. “You’re really going to go to class like that?” You question her, laying dazing on her bed as you twist onto your back and watch her run a baby wipe between her legs before she’s wiggling into a pair of fresh panties and reaching for her pants.
“Yes, and so are you. Get up. That plug doesn’t come out until I take it out.” She says in the most unphased tone, reaching for the crewneck that’s been laying across her desk chair for days, not even bothering to reach for the bra that’s only inches away.
“W-What?” Your eyes go wide as you sit up in bed, wincing slightly at the pressure in your ass as the plug presses against the inner parts of you sweetly, ropes of pleasure shooting through your core.
“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you, Princess?” Carol merely winks before she’s flying out of the room, shouting that you have three minutes to meet her in the car before she leaves without you and makes you walk to class.
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Uniform With Carol Danvers
Kinktober Day Nine!
CAROL DANVERS X FEM!READER
Word Count: 3.5K
18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
WARNINGS: Swearing, alcohol use, strap-on use, Carol being aggressive, clumsy reader, dom!Carol, sub!reader, sex in uniform, temperature play, hair pulling, post!endgame
SYNOPSIS: Since the day Carol saw you in the hall, she was infatuated with you. And after one night of heavy drinking, you let slip how bad you want her to fuck you. Carol waits for the right time before she finally makes her move.
Everyone at the Avengers Compound knew you were obsessed with Carol Danvers. You thought you were being subtle, but that was clearly not the case. The number of times that Natasha Romanoff, or even Steve Rogers had teased you about it was more than you could count or wish to remember off the top of your head.
But could anybody blame you? You thought she was hot when you first saw her almost 5 years ago. The first time you met her, only a month after the Thanos situation, you were walking back to your office with an entire stack of binders in your arms when you saw her in the lab with Bruce Banner… You knew who she was. Captain Marvel: her uniform was very recognizable. And the whole glowing hands were also a giveaway.
Carol had looked up from the computer for a brief second and saw you walking across the hall… The slight smile lines on her face when she grinned at you was something that had your heart skipping like a stone on a pond. So entrapped with the sweetest smile you had ever seen, you couldn’t even stop yourself before the back of your left foot was kicked by the front of your right one, and you went face first into the ground, binders sliding across the floor and halfway down the hall.
You hadn’t seen it, too embarrassed and scrambling to pick up your fallen paperwork, but Carol had flinched when you fell. “Banner, who was that?”
“Who was who?” He was too focused on the computer to look up.
Carol leaned a little to the side, seeing you on the other side of the glass as you crawled on your hands and knees away from her view. It was the best way for her to see how your jeans made your rear look fantastic. “Girl carrying binders? Uh… Real cute, real clumsy? Just fell and ate shit?”
Bruce snorted and told Carol your name. “She’s upgrading our security systems.”
“Computer whiz, huh? Anything like you?”
“Taught her a lot, Tony taught her more, but she knew a ton before she came here. She’s smart; annoyingly smart sometimes.”
Carol was so drawn to you that she was walking away from the computer and looked out of the glass, seeing you walk away… There was a slight sway to your hips, and she thought for a second if they felt as soft as they looked, and how you would look with her fingers bruising your squish.
“Not smart enough to not fall on nothing though?”
Bruce rolled his eyes. “She probably saw you and tripped. She does the same thing with Nat too. Seems pretty women are her weakness.”
Carol felt a soft pink tint on her cheeks and bit the inside of her mouth to try and keep herself from saying anything else. You looked like a frightened little kitten, and she didn’t want to be the massive dog that scared you away.
XxXxXxXxXx
That was over five years ago. And since then, you have shared amazing moments with Carol. Have you two become friends? Yes. But had it gone further than that? Probably not. Truth be told, Carol scared the shit out of you. She was the first avenger, no matter what Steve says. Carol was the reason SHIELD is what it is now. She is the reason that they are even called the Avengers. She was tall, she was strong, and she was aggressive with everybody… except for you.
Even now, as you were standing at the bar counter, surrounded by people after the Snap had been reversed and the entire world was set right again. It had been a few months since then, and Carol was earthbound for a little while after traveling the entire universe to help others.
You heard that she got a haircut… but when you finally saw it?
Carol saw how you were gripping the bar counter as you sat down and tried not to faint. She sat near you, making pleasant conversation with you. It seemed like she was worried about you and how you were acting. Maybe you were a few shots deep of having a full sober talk with Captain Marvel… And it did not help that she was actually wearing the suit. Your cunt was full-on pulsing between your legs.
“You okay there, babe?” Carol leaned back on the counter, both elbows against the surface as she smiled in your direction. You looked down at the shot on the counter and immediately shook your head, grabbing the glass and looking at Carol before tipping your head back. “You think you’ve had enough?”
“With how fuckable you look?” The alcohol was working now… Working way too well. Carol gripped the counter, hands flexing in the leather of her gloves. “I need the whole damn bottle.”
Before you could order another shot, Carol grabbed your wrist and told the bartender to close your tab. “That’s enough, you’re drunk—”
“No, you’re drunk…” You slurred, falling forward against her chest and pressing your face into her sternum. Carol blushed, gently placing a hand on the back of your hair as you breathed slowly and sighed at her. “You’re so warm…”
She’s heard it before… But the way you moaned it against her chest made her stomach flip. She paid for your drinks, and before you could refuse, Carol was leading you through the compound and attempting to find your room.
FRIDAY guided you two to your bedroom and she knew better than to turn the lights on. Carol can’t get drunk anymore because of the Kree energy coursing through her body, but she vaguely remembers how it felt before she became immortal. You were going to be feeling horrible tomorrow morning.
Carol gently laid you down on your bed and watched you whine pitifully as she pulled off your shoes and kicked them away from your bed. “Why did you drink so much?”
You hid your face in your hands. “You make me nervous… C-Can’t even hold a con…conversation with you when sober,” Carol looked up from your feet and frowned. “Figured if I was hammered, I could talk to you.”
“Why’re you scared of me?”
“Danvers, I want to fuck you, are you kidding me?” You sat up on your elbows and let out the most exasperated sigh of your life. Your face twisted into slight pain from sitting up so fast, but you needed to do whatever you could to get out of the dress you were wearing.
Carol was less surprised by your answer than you expected. And in seconds, you were gaping at her and biting on your lip. “Was it obvious?”
“A little bit,” Carol smirked, gently rubbing her fingertips against your ankles and making you shiver. She watched you reach for a pillow and practically smother yourself to try and hide how bad you were blushing. She crawled up to sit next to you and placed both hands on your pillow, attempting to pull it away. “Come on, babe… look at me?”
“No, go away,” You said, muffled by your pillow as you turned onto your front and slammed your whole face into the mattress. “Feel like m’gonna throw up…”
Carol was speaking, but it sounded like you were underwater… All words became slightly distorted, and you felt your stomach growling with how uncomfortable this entire situation was making you feel. Your heart was pounding, and you knew it was coming. Carol couldn’t even react before you jumped out of your bed and ran to the bathroom.
The rest of the night was a complete blur after that…
When you woke up the next morning, your head was splitting and you wanted to die a little bit… But you saw on your nightstand something that made you blush.
“Drink all of this, babe. It will make you feel better. -C ” It was a glass of an almost glowing pink liquid and you cautiously took a sip. It was incredibly sweet and made you flinch for a second but chugged the entire thing in one go. And within mere seconds, your hangover was gone.
“You’re amazing, Carol…”
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The days that followed were strange, but not unpleasant. You hardly remember the night of the party, let alone your confession to Carol. And since then, you have been seeing her a lot more. She was always near you. It was like she couldn’t leave you alone for more than a few hours.
Carol would find you at your office and sit in there with you while you worked. She would walk you back to your room, she would accompany you on visits to stores, she was always wanting to be near you. You couldn’t help but find it strange that this 54-year-old superhero was following you around like a lost puppy… But you’d be damned if you complained.
After a very long day in your office, you had shut off all your computers and lights and Carol was quick to follow behind you in a sort of jog. You smiled warmly at her presence, but shivering at the cold air from the vents on the ceiling.
“Cold, babe?” Carol frowned at you as you simply nodded. Before you could say you were fine, you felt a massive amount of heat next to you, not to mention a huge glow from the blonde. You looked over and saw she was using her powers… The way her entire body shined was fucking incredible. Your stomach flipped, admiring the way she looked in her uniform and how she was smirking at the blush on your cheeks. “Go on, say it… I’m the best, huh?”
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, sometimes.”
The hero chuckled as you two got to your room and Carol watched as you reached for your key. You fumbled with the lock for a second before shoving the door open and stepping inside… Carol followed you in, and you were taken aback when you felt her hand close around your wrist.
A small yelp escaped your throat as she shut the door behind you both and pushed your body against the steel surface, looking down at you and letting you see her eyes flash for a second… they looked like galaxies.
“C-Carol? Are you—”
“I can’t take this anymore,” Carol sighed before she bent down, pressing both hands against your waist and pulling herself so close that your lips smushed against her own. The noise you made was embarrassingly loud as she gripped your hips hard enough to bruise and began to bite down on your bottom lip. “M’done… Pretending… like I don’t… Wanna fuck you.”
Your face got even redder, looking up at the ceiling as Carol’s lips trailed from your neck to your shoulder, breathing you in as she reached for your shirt and tried pulling it up over your head. You had to take a second to realize… Carol Danvers was trying to take off your clothes… Captain Marvel was trying to FUCK YOU!!
“Ca-Carol, I… Aahh!” You made an embarrassingly loud sound at feeling her bare fingers pressing against your skin, and just how warm they were. Her entire body was alight, glowing with the power of a star as her hands felt like they were on fire, but not uncomfortably so… It was so pleasant against your cold skin that it made you lean closer.
“Easy, babe,” Carol slid her hands up a little higher until they were traveling under your shirt and then with a low hum against your neck, ripped the t-shirt on your chest in two pieces, falling to the ground in black shreds. Your entire face twisted with surprise and slight fear as you looked up to meet her gaze, trying not to let the whole superhero thing get to you. Why did she have to wear her damn uniform tonight? It wasn’t helping. “Just relax… Let me tell you what’s gonna happen, yeah?”
You simply licked your lips and stared into her cosmic gaze like it was the last thing you would ever see. That fucking hair looked so good on her that you wanted to cry with excitement.
“You are going to lay down on that bed, face down… put that pretty ass in the air and I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name across this compound.”
Carol was grinning ear to ear when she saw your eyes widening and face turning a deep red. Of course, your hesitation didn’t please her too much. The superhero gave a soft slap against your cheek, before grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at her. “Answer me, little one.”
“Y-yes, yes, yes…” You gasped, your lips pursing slightly at her grip on your chin before Carol grinned, eyelids growing slightly heavy as she slid her thumb over your bottom lip and pushed her digit inside your mouth. On instinct, you wrapped your lips around her thumb and licked the pad of her appendage, drooling slightly in response.
“Yes what?” Carol narrowed her eyes.
You responded like an obedient dog. “Yes, Captain.”
Carol slammed you down into the mattress, your face pushing against the covers as she began to reach for your jeans and yank them down over your ass. It was like something inside of her snapped when you called her Captain, and she was bordering on feral now as she used the energy in her hands to practically disintegrate your pants.
“Good girl,” Carol said, watching your jeans and panties turn to ash. Your skin was turning a soft pink, clearly having a heat reaction to her powers, but she loved it… And so did you. You could have blisters from her, and you would still be in heaven. “Oh, look at that… Someone’s enjoying this.”
You bit down on the bedsheet when Carol slowly ran her fingertips across your soaking wet slit. It took so much self-control to not immediately start whimpering as she stroked from your clit, back to your tight hole, and repeated the motion until you were dripping down your thighs. It was so embarrassing how excited you were just from her barely touching you.
“What do you think,” Carol leaned down, sliding her hands across your sides and up to your hair which she grabbed with a smile. The sound of leather fabric shifting behind you made you slightly suspicious as you practically drooled when she pulled on your locks. She wanted you to see what she was wearing… It wasn’t just her uniform. Oh fuck, Carol planned this!
Captain Marvel was wearing a strap-on… and it was damn near 9 inches long. You whined.
“You think you need more prep? Or are you ready for me?”
“No, no, no, please… please, please just f-fuck me, Car—Captain! Please, Captain…”
Carol was done wasting time. She decided to grind the thick toy along your cunt for a few strokes, catching your clit with the tip before she rolled her hips upward and lined herself against your tightness. There was a pause in her movements where you feared she wouldn’t actually fuck you, but she wanted this almost more than you.
“Grab on, sweetheart,” Carol grabbed your hips with both hands, and you gripped the sheets before bracing yourself. Her entire body jerked forward, and you saw the glow from her power off your walls as her massive strap stretched out your cunt like nothing ever had before. Carol grinned, listening to you gasp and watching you go boneless on the bed.
The superhero started laughing as she saw your pussy clench around her, enjoying the way your muscles almost sucked her in like you didn’t want to let her go. “Look at this greedy little pussy… Swallowing my cock so good, aren’t you?”
You nodded pitifully, arching your back and allowing Carol to take full control of your body like it belonged to her. Very slowly, the hero pulled her hips back, watching and listening to the filthy sounds your cunt made around her strap before easing herself back inside. “Oh baby, you wanted this for so long, didn’t you?”
Carol hummed with approval at your quick nods, licking her lips before she decided that fucking you gently was not doing it for you. Her fingernails dug down into your flesh and she pulled back hard, before slamming into you even harder.
Your ass bouncing against her leather suit was absolutely beautiful to her, and she couldn’t bring herself to stop even if she wanted to. Your soft flesh in contrast on her fingerless combat gloves, the delicious arch in your spine and how you held onto the sheets like your life depended on it.
“Just like that, baby,” Carol praised, her hips moving at an almost inhuman speed… Perhaps because she wasn’t human, but a fucking superhero. Your moans and cries of euphoria echoed off the steel walls in your apartment, but the room wasn’t soundproof. Normally it was, but you kept the windows open, and Carol was far too excited with the idea of pounding you to bother closing a damn thing. No doubt that people could hear you across the compound. You were being so loud, but Carol wanted you to get louder. Her fingers slid across the expanse of your back before she grabbed your hair and pulled you back.
“Wanted this since I first saw you,” Carol breathed hard against your neck and left searing hot kisses all across your skin. “Pretty clumsy girl getting fucked dumb on my cock, yeah? Is that what I’m doing?”
Carol wrapped one of her arms under your breasts and held you to her body like you didn’t weigh a thing, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up under your own power. She was emitting that glow from the plasma running through her body, and slowly heating up with that beautifully delicious heat that you loved seeing from afar, and now that you were feeling it, you never wanted her to stop.
“C-Captain,” You sobbed, your thighs trembling as Carol chuckled, loving it when you addressed her with her title. She wanted to hear it over and over again. “Captain, please! M’s..so close…”
“Yeah? Oh, you wanna cum for your captain, sweet girl?” Carol’s hand slid from your hair and down over your body. You were confused for a brief moment, but then began to practically vibrate with pleasure at her fingertips pressing against your sensitive clit. “That’s it, take it baby… take my cock like the good girl you are for me.”
The superhero was having you screaming in seconds. Her fingers circled your clit with vicious speed, matching her thrusts and angling her hips just right to stroke the tip of her strap against your cervix. You couldn’t hold back even if you wanted to.
“Come on baby,” Carol huffed. She wasn’t exactly tired; she didn’t get tired. But she wanted to see you finally come undone on her. Desperate to see what you looked like when you released… “Come on, cum for your captain.”
Carol hammered into you harder, and you saw stars behind your eyes. Or maybe you just saw her.
“Fuck! Fuckfuck l-like that! Please d..don’t stop!” You began screaming, voice echoing off the walls and making Carol grin with her own pleasure at being able to make you feel so good.
“Thaaaat’s it… good girl…” Carol cooed sweetly on your neck, watching you squirm and fall apart on her cock like it was the last thing she’d ever do. Her body was glowing with the power of the plasma in her and it radiated around your room as your body trembled with the force of your climax.
Carol’s hips slowed down after almost 2 whole minutes, fucking you through your orgasm and slowly lowered you down on the bed. She didn’t pull her strap out of you, but kept it buried inside your cunt, holding you against her hips as she held you from behind while laying down with you.
You squeezed around the toy, covering your face with both hands and shaking like a leaf in the autumn breeze. Carol smirked. “You still all there, sweetheart?”
All you could do was groan with embarrassment as you hid your face away. “N-Never made noises like that before, Carol…”
The blonde chuckled deviously, leaning down a little more and pressing a few little kisses against your shoulder. You sighed and turned to look at her, seeing her short blonde hair only slightly disturbed in comparison to your own hair that was wild and sticking to your forehead with how bad you were sweating. It was like fucking you took no effort at all.
“Catch your breath, baby,” Carol kissed your cheek before rolling her hips upward, making you gasp. Her leather suit was sure to leave burns on your skin… unless her power left burns on you first. “Not even close to done with you, yet.”
This was going to be a very long night.
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hey babes 😏😏😏
LIKE MOB BOSSES CAROL AND VALKYRIE?! I HAVENT SEEN THE MARVELS HUT IM SEEING IT TOMORROW AND IM SO EXCITED BUT YEH AND MAYBE LIKE SOME JEALOUSY AND LIKE 😏😏😏 PUNISHMENTS AND SHIT
DOUBLE TROUBLE
PAIRINGS: CarolValkryie x reader
WORD COUNT: 679
WARNINGS: smut, double penetration, degrading, punishment, slapping, edging, overstimulation, threesomes, that’s abt it :)
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“No, I- I can’t,” You mumbled weakly, too tired to fight off the women surrounding you. Valkyrie was behind, her tip teasing the entrance of your tightest hole while Carol continued to slide in and out of your cunt. Her strap would rub her clit perfectly to cause just the right amount of friction, and her moans blended in with yours.
“Yes, you can, and you will.” Valkyrie groaned, seemingly tired of the ‘attitude’ you had been throwing towards both of them. Valkyrie wasn’t able to visit you and your girlfriend often, only when it was serious, and Carol had decided it was one of those times. You were nearing your period, and your hormones were spiraling like usual. Although, it was also the Holiday’s, and you had been missing both women, so you were in a worse mood than they could’ve expected.
“Look at that, baby, you’re taking Captain's cock so well,” You sniffled quietly, and they had to stifle a chuckle at your weakened expression.
“Don’t praise this little slut. They’ve been so, so naughty, it’s only fair we give them what they’ve been asking for.” Although it wasn’t at all what you were asking for. You wanted to be with the two women, between the two in a similar position as to how you are now. But you wanted to hear their soft praises on the shell of your ear. You wanted to feel their lips slowly moving down your neck and body. You wanted their hands to lovingly slide across your breasts, unlike the way they were groping you currently. You wanted to cum on their tongues, their fingers, their cocks; whatever it was they could give you. But you wanted them more than anything, and if this is what they were giving you, you wouldn’t dare to complain.
“Fuck, I’m already halfway, baby. You think you can take the rest of me, hm? You think this tight fucking ass can take Daddy’s cock?” You sniffled but lacked a response, causing a slap to arrive across your cheek. You whimpered, but quickly nodded without a thought, your mind barely registering what she asked.
“This must feel so fucking good, huh, darlin’? Having two cocks just destroying your holes, giving you no room to protest. This messy cunt seems to be betraying you when you say you don’t want this, little one.” Carol muttered close to your lips, quickly leaning down to take your bottom lip in her mouth as she bit down slightly, causing you to hiss in further pain. You didn’t know how much longer you could take, but you hoped they’d give in soon.
“C’mon, I know you want to cum for us,” She spoke once again, and you heard Valkyrie let out a deep groan as your skin touched the base of her strap. You shuttered, feeling both women deeper than ever before inside of you, the only hole left to fill was your mouth.
“Shh, just open, pretty girl.” You didn’t entirely understand what they meant, so you opened the barrier of your lips and spread your legs even further, both mumbling dirty praises in response. You felt two fingers thrusting into your mouth soon after, opening your eyes to see an arm from behind wrapping around to visit the said area. Her knuckles pressed against the sides of your cheeks, and you gagged as she forced herself impossibly deeper.
“I think this little slut likes having their holes filled, ‘cause they’re making a fucking mess.” You led your eyes down, quickly shutting them in shame as you admired the wetness leaking from you. You had never been this turned on, what were they doing to you?
“P’ease, Captain; please, D-daddy, let me cum f’ you.” In an instant you felt the two stilling inside of you, and it seemed they had wordlessly matched their arrivals as their moans seemed to bounce off each vibranium wall. This only brought you closer, and the dirty scent of sex filling the room only brought you further arousal.
“Cum for us, you dirty slut,”
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sugar mommy!carol danvers x reader
summary: you let your sugar mommy dress you in a maid outfit and have her way with you
warnings: groping, fingering (r receiving), strap-on use (r receiving), oral (r giving (implied) and receiving), spanking, there's one pussy smack, carol in a sweatpants, captain kink, heavy use of petnames, orgasm denial, maid outfit, praise, carol is very condescending, smut 18+ only
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You handed Carol a glass of water as she played her video game. Your eyes stayed glued to the way her fingers pressed the buttons on the controller, almost spilling the water on her.
“Careful baby,” She teased. “If you make a mess you’ll have to clean it up.”
You smirked, straightening yourself up and smoothing your skirt down. Carol bought you a maid outfit that barely covered your ass last week, she asked you to wear it when you were in her house. She didn’t actually expect you to do house chores, that wasn’t your role as her sugar baby. Your role was to please her, and you’d let her put you in whatever outfit she wanted to. The rewards, monetary or not, more than made up for it.
“Sorry, Captain,” You answered, turning to walk away before she stopped you.
“Come here, sweetheart,” She shifted her eyes towards you before focusing back on the game, a smirk gracing her features. “Kneel.”
You dropped to your knees, placing your hands over your barely covered thighs. Carol continued playing the game, barely acknowledging your presence. It was fine at first, but the more you watched her fingers flex around the controller, the more your mind wandered. Carol knew what she was doing.
When she leaned back into the couch further away from you, the strap previously concealed in her baggy sweatpants now strained against the fabric. You whined before you could process what you were doing. Carol smirked, sending you a glance and focusing back on the TV. You shifted in your place, not daring to move too much.
“Is there something you want, princess?” She said, enjoying the way your thighs clenched as you nodded. “Words.”
“Yes, Captain,” You said with a whine. She continued playing the game, raising her eyebrows prompting you to continue. “I want your cock.”
Her actions were fast. She paused the game and tossed the controller to the side, pulling you up by your jaw. You looked at her through half lidded eyes.
“That’s not how good girls like you talk to me,” Her voice was stern, her pupils blown with lust. Every now and then you had to break her rules for attention, your mistake was letting her see your smirk. “Stand up.”
You did as you were told, standing up at her side before she pulled you to between her legs. Her hands slid up under your skirt, goosebumps covering your skin. You felt her fingertips ghost over your underwear, your knees almost giving out under you at the small contact. Carol hummed under her breath enjoying the way your breath hitched at her contact. She roughly turned you around before pushing you down to bend over. You supported your weight with your hands on the coffee table, feeling the cold air brush against your now bare ass.
Before you could even look back at Carol, you felt her hand come down against your ass in a loud smack. Your hands gripped the edge of the coffee table, the pain quickly turning into pleasure.
“Do you like it when I punish you, baby?” She asked, running her hand over the emerging handprint on your ass. You whined, leaning back towards her. Her hand came down on your other ass cheek, making your whole body jolt.
“Captain,” You whined, arching your back so she had a full view of the wet spot on your underwear you were sure was evident.
“Of course you like it,” She said, ripping your underwear and running her fingers over your slit. “Look how wet you are from it.”
Her hand smacked your pussy, before sinking two of her fingers into you. You leaned back into her touch, eyes rolling to the back of your head with pleasure. Incoherent moans and words left your lips as Carol fucked you with her fingers. Her touch spread fire through your body, bringing you closer to the edge with each thrust.
“C-Captain, I- fuck,” You moaned, knuckles tightening on the edge of the coffee table. “I’m gonna cum.”
Carol hummed. “If only you could.”
She pulled her fingers out of you, a desperate whine leaving your lips before she pushed you forward as she sat back down on the couch. A throaty moan filled the room as you felt her tongue start working against your pussy. Her hands spread your cheeks apart, giving herself more access as your knees faltered under you. You moved your hips against her tongue, feeling her moan against you.
Carol ran her nails down the back of your thighs, the sensation making you see stars. At this pace, you wouldn’t last much longer. When Carol pulled away, a string of saliva mixed with your arousal connected her lips to your pussy, the cold air sent goosebumps down your legs.
“Stand up, angel,” She said, tapping your ass after kissing one of the streaks her nails left on your skin. You did as she said, turning around as she guided your hips. “Take this off for me?”
You nodded breathlessly as she ran her hands over your thighs with pure adoration in her eyes. “Help me?” She smirked at you, taking your hands in hers. “Please, Captain.”
“That’s my good girl,” She muttered, bringing your hand up to her lips. “Come here, princess.”
She pulled you down onto her lap, making you straddle her as she captured your lips against hers. You moaned against her lips as her tongue explored your mouth, yielding all control over to her. Her hands made their way to the back of your outfit, pulling the delicate zipper down. Her lips trailed down your neck as she slid the sleeves down your shoulders exposing your chest.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” She mumbled against your skin, her lips making their way down to your collarbone. You leaned back, entangling your hands in her hair as she marked your chest. She moaned against your skin as your nails scratched her scalp. Your hips started grinding against hers, the large strap deliciously rubbing over your now ripped underwear.
“Captain, please,” You moaned breathlessly, continuing your movements. Carol hummed in response, lost in the way your chest felt against her lips. You grabbed her face, pulling her out of her own self inflicted trance. “Please, Captain, I need you to fuck me.”
“Fuck, baby,” You saw her pupils dilate with lust. “I want you naked.”
You stood up, letting the piece of clothing fall to the ground along with your ripped up underwear. Carol shimmied her sweatpants down her legs, her strap now in full display. “Come here.”
You straddled Carol once again, letting her line the strap up with your entrance. Her hands gripped your hips as you slowly sank down on the strap, moaning as it filled you to the brim. Carol litterred your chest with kisses, sucking at just the right spots. You moaned, starting to move your hips against her as she started kissing up to your mouth.
Carol’s hands massaged your chest as you started riding her strap, moaning loudly when she took your bottom lip between her teeth. “Who do you belong to, baby?”
“You,” You said breathlessly, feeling her strap hit exactly the right places inside you. “I belong to you, Captain.”
“You’re doing so good, princess,” She moaned, gripping your hips and thrusting up into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your back arched, Carol could tell you were getting dangerously close to the edge. Her thumb started circling your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. You dug your nails into her arms, desperately chasing your high. “Are you close?”
“Fuck,” You moaned, leaning back so Carol could watch as her strap moved in and out of you. “Captain, please let me cum.”
“You can do better than that, baby,” She said, changing the pace at which she played with your clit. Your body shook in pleasure as you held off your orgasm.
“Please, Captain, please, let me cum,” You begged, desperately needing a release. “Only you can make me feel this good, please, let me make a mess for you.”
Carol seemed satisfied, but wanted to drag this out a little longer. She pulled out of you almost completely before slamming you back down onto her strap, filling you once again. You moaned loudly, the wet sounds of your arousal and skin snapping against each other filling the room.
“Cum for me, angel,” With a few more thrusts you were pushed over the edge, your body shaking against Carol’s as you came on her cock. Carol continued to help you through your orgasm, your entire body going limp. “You did so good, baby.”
“Thank you,” You mumbled against Carol, feeling her hand soothingly rub up and down your back. “You’re good at this.”
Carol chuckled, continuing to soothe you as you fully recovered. “You made such a pretty mess for me,” She mumbled, bringing your lips together once again. You let her lazily explore your mouth, your mind still too hazy to fully comprehend anything. Carol's hands softly rubbed up and down your thighs, occasionally moving to squeeze your ass. It wasn’t long until you were starting to grind your hips against hers again. She hummed against you.
“Uh, uh, remember,” She tutted, stopping your movements. You whined as she slipped the strapon out before setting you back down kneeling on the floor between her legs. She slipped off her harness, chucking the strap aside to reveal her glistening cunt. Your mouth watered. “If you make a mess, you have to clean it up.”
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bare your soul 'til it's naked [C.Danvers]
pairing: sub!carol danvers x dom!reader
summary: you and carol experiment with switching up your usual roles and accidentally discover something new.
warnings: SMUT -> minors, don't look [porn with feelings; bondage; strap-on sex; an exploration of carol's submissive side; strapwarming; a dash of denial; carol's praise kink goes brr; captain kink because duh]
wordcount: 1.8k
a/n: no, i didn't disappear for like all of november, what are you talking about?? anywho, this happened and...i have no reason or explanation for it lmao. also, i'm not even going to pretend to be an expert on dom/sub dynamics but just labeling carol as a bottom felt wrong considering the more...intense route this took. ANYWAY, usual,"this is my first time writing for this character, please give me validation if you liked it," warning applies.
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It had started as a joke.
You had told Carol how unfair it was that her superhuman abilities always led to her overpowering you after she had effortlessly picked you up and plopped you down onto the couch to stop you from washing the dishes. It had been an almost nonsensical joke that the blonde took a little too seriously.
It’s not something that genuinely bothers you, in fact, you love how quick Carol always is to pick you up and carry you everywhere. However, you had mentioned how much you’d love to have a turn at being in charge for once and your girlfriend took it upon herself to give you exactly what you wanted. (Like usual)
You weren’t sure why she was so dead set on doing this, especially considering how much she loves having the upper hand all the time, and yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell her to change her mind. Mainly because you’d have to be an actual fool to deny her anything but also because there’s been a look in her eyes that you can’t quite decipher that was born from the mere thought of switching roles for once.
So, your one meaningless joke had earned you a sight you’d never thought you’d see: Carol Danvers naked and bound on your bed.
It should be ridiculous. She’s a goddamn superhero, for crying out loud, she could easily rip apart those ropes like nothing. And yet…she remains motionless. You’d go far enough to call her stoic if it weren’t for the smirk she hasn’t yet wiped off of her face.
You both know the massive amounts of power she holds inside herself and she still chooses to pretend. To give in to the fantasy. To act like you truly hold all the cards when she’s the one with literal superpowers.
Your girlfriend huffs as she watches you admire her toned body and the intricate knots that hold her in place. She’s been sitting in the same position for what feels like hours, with her hands tied around her back and her legs spread open, showing off the strap attached to her hips.
“You gonna do something or just stare?”
“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” you reply, shamelessly staring at her jawline while she throws her head back and groans.
“I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t touch me right now.”
You’re tempted to just walk away like she’s done to you countless times but you have other, more important, ideas on your mind.
You approach her in two quick steps, smiling at the way her eyes literally light up before tangling your fingers in her blonde hair and gently pulling. You’re rewarded with the sound of her gasp and you can practically see the way her veins pop out as she clenches her fists.
“I think you’re forgetting our deal, Captain,” you whisper. “I’m in charge, you just have to sit there and behave.”
She lets out a soft groan, her eyes fluttering closed for the briefest of seconds. You don't know if it's the hair-pulling or the use of the title that affects her so much but it’s obvious her reluctance melts away in an instant…which means your need to have her begging for you increases tenfold in that same instant.
“Are you going to need a reminder, baby?”
A long second of silence goes by before your girlfriend gives in. You’re more than willing to wait for her, especially once her eyes open again and you’re able to make out the specks of bliss that make her eyes sparkle more than usual. “No…I’ll behave.”
“Good girl,” you hum.
The whine that escapes her doesn’t reach your ears but the way her hips buck is more than noticeable and you can’t stop yourself from reaching out and wrapping your hand around the large toy. The fact that it’s fake doesn’t stop Carol from thrusting into your hand and she looks far too good for you to even think about making her stop.
That doesn’t mean you’re not going to tease her, though.
“Are you needy already, babe? I haven’t even done anything.”
“Maybe that’s why,” she replies, attempting to hold on to some of her usual snarkiness.
Something that would be more effective if she wasn’t bucking her hips in search of some friction.
The calm and controlled persona she so easily wears out on the field starts to slip and with it comes the barrage of thoughts that never allow her to give up control. It’s subtle but the sparkle in her eyes can’t erase the furrowing of her eyebrows or the tension in her muscles.
That desperation that makes her thrust up into your hand isn’t unfamiliar. Her need to give in to it is.
So, you do the only thing you know will help her focus on the moment instead of on her unspoken fears.
“Carol.” Her name leaves your lips as a mere whisper, the grip you have on her hair loosening just enough for the change to register in her unfocused mind.
She takes a deep breath before lifting her eyes up to look at you. You expect her to pull the plug on this whole thing, to put her walls back up and call it a day, but she doesn't. She does the exact opposite and leaves your mind spinning in the process.
“I need you.” The hushed tone she speaks in does nothing to hide her desperation. It’s not the kind you’re used to, though. It’s less about the physical and more about the emotional. It’s about the stability she’s always looked for but has never found in all the countless planets she’s visited.
The only place she’s found it in all her life is with you.
The second the thought enters your mind, you climb onto her lap, momentarily forgetting about the new dynamic you're forging and merely focusing on your vulnerable girlfriend. Despite your urge to help ground her, you can’t help but notice the way her hips instantly buck once again.
You still decide to wait, though, much to the blonde’s dismay.
“What do you need from me, Captain?”
“Need you…” She trails off and you half expect that to be the end of it until she continues a second later. “Need you to own me…use me…please.”
There’s no doubt in your mind of the strength it took for her to get the words out which only adds fuel to the fire burning in your core. A fire made up of desire, trust, and so much lust it could fill a small planet.
“As you wish,” you mumble before finally giving both of you what you really want.
Carol’s eyes watch you closely while you grip the toy attached to her hips and slowly tease your entrance with it. She technically can’t feel anything yet but she still takes every second in, rotating her hips in an attempt to bring you as much pleasure as she can.
You leave the dildo soaked in less than a minute and the sight of your girlfriend’s abs contracting with every movement does nothing to satisfy your growing desire. Your body shifts until you’re hovering over Carol’s dark blue strap, pretending like you can’t see the way she attempts to slam herself inside your already fluttering walls.
“You wanna fill me up, Captain? Is that what my good girl wants?”
It’s like a switch is instantly flipped inside her brain. Like everything else disappears until she’s left hanging onto your every word. She’s never been like this with someone else, much less felt like this. Felt such an intense devotion that she genuinely longs to submit to every one of your wishes and commands.
You could tell her to jump and she’d leap into the air without a second thought, ropes be damned.
She nods rapidly. “Yes! Yes, I want to fill you up so bad. Please, y/n.”
“If only your little Avengers friends could see you now, all tied up and desperate for me…” You trail off as you sink down onto her, relishing in the unashamed moans she can’t hold back.
You know how much she loves fucking you in this position and you also know how crazy it’s making her that she can’t control your speed. She can’t control anything in this moment. Not the speed of your movements, not the sounds she makes, not the unrelenting bucking of her hips.
The power rests in your hands despite how much of it runs through her veins.
“Fuck-” Your groan brings her back to reality. “You’re so good for me.”
Carol stares at you with wide eyes, plump lips parted just enough to allow all her sinful sounds to slip out unrestricted. Her entire world revolves around you, around the pleasure only she can give you…even when she's not allowed to touch you.
It would be so easy for her to break free, you both know that, and yet somehow, her choosing to remain trapped beneath you makes everything feel ten times stronger than usual.
Maybe that's what makes the coil in your stomach tighten faster than usual or maybe it's the way the blonde can't stop herself from messily thrusting up into your drenched cunt and burying her strap inside of you.
You’re both lost in each other, your nails digging into her shoulder in search of some stability while she works tirelessly to bring you to new heights. Heights she couldn’t even dream of reaching despite her love for flying.
“y/n,” she mumbles. “Please, I want- I need you.”
“Yeah? You wanna cum already, Captain?”
She shakes her head, the thinnest layer of tears gathering in her stormy eyes. “No, I want to make you cum. Please, can I?”
The mere question has you clenching around the toy but it’s the devoted look that’s plastered onto her face that makes you fall apart. For that brief moment, she’s not Captain Marvel, she’s not an Avenger, she’s just the woman you love more than anything else in the universe, the woman who loves you enough to trust you like this.
You fall over the edge without warning which triggers an avalanche of feelings inside Carol. The two of you slump into each other in a mess of shaking limbs and hoarse voices that cry out the other’s name.
It’s messy and loud and perfect.
It’s unclear how much time you both spend in the throes of your powerful orgasms but when you finally come back to yourself, you find your girlfriend’s face buried into the crook of your neck, trails of salty tears staining her warm cheeks. It takes you another second to realize what she’s mumbling but the second the words register, all your worry melts away.
“I love you-” It comes out more like a broken sob than a beautiful confession but you don’t mind.
You gently run your fingers through her messy hair, silently watching the shudders that your affection creates. “I love you too. You’re perfect, Carol.”
She doesn’t reply but she also doesn’t argue. She just stays in your arms, basking in the feeling of being loved.
Of finally being home.
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Desperate Bunny
Note- Did not proofread. I think I called Nat daddy once but Wanda is daddy, Nat is mommy and Carol is captain.
Ship: Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x GN!Reader
Warnings: Smut, Degradation, small use of feminine pet names, aftercare, fluff. Reader has a uterus.
About: What happens when y/n is needy and tries to be slick about it? Wanda teaches them a lesson. Fluff and aftercare after!!
Wanda smiled as her fingers brushed along y/n's face. "Awe, is our dumb little puppy needy?" The redhead cooed. Y/n whimpered in response. Carol and Nat huffed. "Of course they are, look how they're just rutting themself on my boot. So pathetic" Carol growled. Y/n desperately rode Carol's once shiny boots, now covered in her sticky wetness. "They're definitely cleaning this later" Carol mumbled to Nat. Carol lifted her boot, causing it to hit y/n's clit. They gasp softly and plead. "Please Carol, please. I need it, please captain-" they spew out. Carol smirks "Captain?" Y/n began to blush in embarrassment, their face turnt tomato red. "Awe our dumb little slut gets flustered so easily" Wanda murmured. "Stupid mutt doesn't even know what they're begging for." Nat hissed.
Y/n continued chasing their high, attempting to get off before anyone could notice. Unfortunately, their act was not subtle and was put to a stop immediately "The dumb whore thinks they can do whatever they please, get off whenever they want. They don't know their body belongs to us and we're the only ones that can bring it pleasure." Nat growled.
Wanda snaked her arms around y/n, lifting up, to her level. "Ladies I think we need to teach our puppy a lesson." Wanda purred, caressing y/n's body. Her arms light as a feather, enough to leave y/n squirming in their place. "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind, baby?" Carol inquired. Pressing a soft kiss against Wanda's lips. Wanda pulled away, and glanced towards Nat, motioning for her to get closer. "I think..." Wanda whispered, dragging the two closer, all y/n could hear were a bunch of hushed voices, they whined, not liking being excluded. "it's okay detka" one of the woman's voices said in a comforting tone. Nat left the room, y/n looked at Wanda confused, scrambling their brain to figure out what the three were planning.
Nat returned with rope and a vibrator in her hands, Carol began to move y/n to the bed. Nat started to tie up y/n and moved closer to their eye. Whispering "if you need to stop at anytime, you can call your safewords. Remind me what they are, my love?" Nat asked, her words tickling against y/n's ear. Y/n, stuck in their thoughts, neglects to hear Nat. "Honey?" Nat pulled away, looked at y/n concerned. This caught y/n's attention, "yes mommy?" Y/n squeaked. "Angel, I asked to hear your safewords." Nat said. "Red if I want to stop completely, Yellow to slow down and green means I'm okay." Y/n spoke. "You're doing great baby, if you need to stop then call red, detka." Nat praised.
Once Nat finished tying up y/n, Wanda turned on the vibrator that was between their legs all the way up. Y/n jerked immediately, squirming and moving all over the bed. "So responsive, so sensitive" Carol noticed. "What's the matter baby, thought you wanted more? Didn't you wanna cum, puppy?" Wanda pouted with fake sympathy and teasing y/n. They nodded in response, "p-please daddy, please- can i cum- gonna cum.." they exclaimed. "Oh..don't worry little one, your daddy decided that since you want to get off so badly, you can cum as much as you want baby." Nat smirked.
A few orgasms later, y/n was realizing what Wanda's true plan was. To make them cum as until they're begging her to stop. Until it's too much. "Have you had enough yet, puppy?" Wanda cooed, going over to y/n and admiring the tears dripping down their face. "So wet, is that for us detka?" Carol mumbled, her hands running all around y/n's soft body. "Of course it is, the whore loves this." Nat purred, latching onto y/n's nipple. Biting it softly and tugging on it. Her tongue circled their breast, coating it in saliva. Nat moved away and flicked the bud with her finger. Y/n groaned softly, arching they back and moving towards their daddy's touch. Nat smirked in response, noticing y/n's little show.
"Did you learn your lesson puppy?" Wanda spoke, moving the vibrator and putting it directly on their clit. Y/n squealed "Daddy, too much!!" They exhaled in a shakily breathe. Wanda continued, for one final orgasm. They felt that rush come over them and whined they still felt the vibrator on them. Wanda let them ride out their high, then turned off the vibrator.
Y/n laid spaced out, sprawled all over the bed. "God look at our little slut." Carol admired. "So pretty, only we can make you this way. Isn't that right baby?" Wanda cooed, not expecting a response as you were entering subspace. Nat began to loosen y/n and left little kisses on her wrists and legs that were previously tied up. Carol went to get water and lotion for their wrists, Wanda put the toys away, to be cleaned up at a later time.
A cold washcloth touched y/n's skin, they whimpered and tried to move away from the cold piece of cloth. "Shh.. it's okay detka. You did so good my love. Let mommy clean you up, hm? No more playing, all done." Wanda whispered, looking at y/n. Admiring the mess they made out of their angel, before cleaning them up. The cloth dragged through y/n's folds, they continued to whine but no longer protested and allowed Wanda to clean them up.
Carol walked in with the water and lotion. She joined y/n on the bed, pulling them into her lap after putting the lotion on them. She held the opened bottle to their mouth "Drink, baby." She murmured. Y/n took large sips. "'M so proud of you my love, ya know that?" Carol praised.
The three woman cuddled y/n. Y/n was in the middle of Wanda and Nat, their head pressed against Wanda's chest, legs intertwined with the redheads' legs. Hands drawing shapes on Wanda's unclothed stomach. Wanda smirked. Carol held Nat, and the four fell asleep.
"Still feeling floaty babes?" Carol spoke in nothing louder than a whisper. Y/n hummed in response, looking around. The bed felt lighter, Wanda and Nat were nowhere to be found. "They went to food babes." Carol spoke, noticing the way y/n was searching the room, scanning their eyes for the pair that were gone. "Wanna watch a movie in the living room, baby?" Y/n nodded against Carol's chest. As Carol stood up, she nodded y/n still laying in the bed. "Cmon babes, get up." Carol spoke. Y/n whined and did grabby hands, reaching for Carol. "Oh? Want me to carry you, bunny?" Carol questioned. Y/n nodded. Carol bent down and lifted y/n, they wrapped their legs around Carol, laying their head on Carol's head. They signed in contempt. "Oh is this more comfortable, bunny?" Carol smirked, carrying them to the living room. Carol put them down on the couch, they whined in response, from the loss of touch. "I'll be right there detka, let me just grab the remote" Carol promised, seeing y/n's distress.
"Want popcorn babes?" Carol spoke, turning on the television. Y/n shook their head and whined, they just wanted Carol. The captain laughed in response and joined them on the cough. "My clingy baby, so cuddly. Like a koala." Carol teased. Y/n hid their face in embarrassment. "Hey, hey. No need to be shy, bunny. Let me see your pretty face. Hm?" Carol cooed, removing y/n's hands from their face. "Ah! There you are, my gorgeous little bunny. What to you wanna watch baby?" Carol asked, scrolling though the list of movies. When scrolling, y/n's favorite movie comes up. Immediately, they point at the screen "Tangled!!" They exclaimed. Carol laughed at this "Oh, so you can speak now? Hmm.. are you pointing at Tom and Jerry? I can't quite tell what you're pointing at. Can you repeat that, bunny? Carol teased, wanting to hear more of their voice. "I said-" They were cut off, being attacked with tickles by Carol. They squealed. "Carol!!", squirming, breathlessly.
Wanda and Nat walked into the house with a brown baggie filled with Chinese takeout. The redhead met the eyes of the green eyed spy and smiled when they heard the voice of y/n laughing. Wanda dropped the baggie on the counter and they went to investigate. They were greeted with the sight of Carol on top of y/n, trapping them beneath her and tickling them. "So this is what you did while we were gone?" Nat teased Carol. "Hey, what could I say? They are just so tickleable!" Carol exclaimed. Wanda sat next to them on the couch "Tickleable? Huh.. Don't think that's a word detka." Wanda spoke, leaving a kiss on the captain's forehead and latching onto y/n's hand. "Hm, how is our bunny doing? You still light or out for subspace, honey?" Nat asked, sitting next to the others. Carol got off of y/n. Giving them some space to answer. "I'm here, I'm back. Still feel a little light though, more cuddly though." Y/n spoke, as their tummy growled. Suddenly, they noticed the smell of low mein and shrimp wontons. "Mm that smells so good.. you got my favorite!" Y/n spoke, happily. "Mhm, only the best for our bunny." Wanda hummed, leading them to the kitchen. The movie long forgotten about.
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professor || carol danvers
‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ . ┊ You're Carol's designated note taker, and usually the one teaching her a few things. What happens when you give her the wrong set of notes?
➺ warnings: dirty talk, spanking, edging, violent use of straps, carol danvers tops (but I fully believe she's a switch now), umm... general unholiness, bratting, etc.
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“Can any of you attempt to discern meaning from this week’s assigned reading? Why might I have selected this particular work for you all?” asks Professor Valkyrie, starting class for the day. Your hand immediately raises, and she nods in your direction.
“Well, was not Beckett’s entire point to find meaning in the absence of conventional meaning?”
Professor Valkyrie, nods.
‘Interesting thought,” she says. “Care to elaborate?”
“Well,” you begin. “Beckett created a landscape for us that is so alien and foreign, and unlike what we know. The play does not include any symbolic elements, and it does not really go anywhere. You might try to make meaning out of the carrot that Didi and Gogo share, or the leaves appearing on the tree, but they literally mean nothing. At the end of the play--we, as well as Vladimir and Estragon, are all still waiting for Godot. So, in a sense, there is no meaning, but perhaps there is meaning in the fact that there is no intended meaning.”
“Good,” replies Professor Valkyrie. “As always, a carefully articulated and thoroughly crafted response. Excellent work as usual.”
You smile politely, and fall back into your seat as Professor Valkyrie continues to lecture about Samuel Beckett and the wonderful nature and reality of Waiting for Godot.
Meanwhile, you’ve jotted at the top of your notes, in big bold letters ‘I hate this play!’
After all, the ability to just to understand and converse about a work of literature does not mean that one has to enjoy it.
After class, you’re stopped, as usual, by the one and only Carol Danvers. Resident jock, captain of the division one team, aspiring pilot, rumored sex god extrodinare, Carol Danvers. She’s quite the legend around campus, but not exactly for her work ethic as it pertains to academic pursuits, which are... lacking, to put it politely.
“Do you have my notes for me,” she asks, holding her hand out. “I need to at least act like I’m going to study tonight, right?”
You roll your eyes. “Carol, why do you ask for my notes if you never use them? You do realize that mere possession of the notes will not translate into you understanding the material, yes? You have to actually read them in order for the information to enter your head.”
Your reply is snarky, short and snappy, but you’re fed up with Carol at this point. She asks you for notes in all the classes you share together (which, granted, is not many,) but never seems to read them or take any of her classes very seriously. Carol narrows her eyes at the response.
“I’ll just sleep on them? Os--”
You cut her off, finishing her sentence.
“--mosis does not apply, Carol. You know that. You cannot absorb the material through the pores of your skin. Read the notes, and actually try for once, or stop bothering me. I could be taking notes for myself, rather than focusing on summarizing all of the lectures so that you can stuff them into your bag, never to see the light of day again. Don’t ask me for notes again unless you’re ready to be serious.”
With that, you hastily pull out a few papers from your bag, not bothering to double check if they were the correct ones or not. You shove the papers into Carol’s and turn away sharply, not bothering to look back. Granted, you were headed in the completely wrong direction, but you weren’t about to give Carol the satisfaction of seeing your face again.
Of course, Carol knows that you hardly need notes for your own purposes. Summarizing the lectures for her provides you with the information you need to keep your own mind sharp, with years of literary study and reading filling in the blanks to broader context for you. But still, you love to hassle her. Carol does feel guilty occasionally, knowing how much work you put into the notes you take for her. They’re always organized, and you write important little tidbits down in the margins. She always glances at them, but can never bring herself to actually study the notes.
Tonight is different. Carol is inspired, reenergized by your scathing talk. She sits down at her desk, and finally pulls out the notes you gave her. She reads the first line, and laughs to herself.
These definitely weren’t the notes she meant to give me, she thinks to herself.
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You’re startled out of your evening study session by a loud ding from your phone. Normally, you wouldn’t check your phone in the middle of studying, but you’re intrigued.
Your jaw drops slightly when you notice that the text is from Carol.
8:57 hey. I’ve got a question about the notes
You’re shocked. Carol actually... read the notes?
9:00 Shoot for it. How can I help?
9:01 Well. The notes weren’t really on Waiting for Godot
9:04 Oh. Did I give you a repeat copy of last weeks’?
9:05 Well, I wouldn’t exactly say that they’re standard academic notes
You roll your eyes at her comment, typing out a harsh response before deleting it and sending a far more cordial reply.
9:06 Oh?
9:07 Well, for starters, I don’t think that Waiting for Godot has anything to do with sex.
Attached to her text is a picture of your recent exploration of the things that turned you on, or as you aptly named it “An empirical study of the things that make me wet.”
You’d never meant for anyone to see it, ever. It was purely a list of the things that you desperately wanted to try, things you enjoyed watching and reading, various things that interested you.
You’d written the list mostly as a joke, as a way to get the ideas out of your head. You wondered how it even found your way into your backpack, and you’re ready to curl up into a ball and cry when Carol texts you again.
9:13 I could help you, you know
9:14 I have a few things that I could teach you
9:15 What do you say we make a deal?
You swallow thickly, intrigued.
9:17 What sort of deal?
9:19 You teach me literature.
9:21 I’ll fulfill your deepest fantasies. (And take you out on a date ;) )
You blink slowly, unable to process the words appearing on your screen. A date? Lessons in sex? It all seems to be far too much to handle, and you’re not sure if Carol is serious. The prospect is alluring, however, and you can’t help but admit that you’ve had the tiniest (largest) of crushes on Carol ever since you saw her in that signature leather jacket of hers, kicking her legs up against the desk in front of her, even if your feelings were against your better judgment. You knew she was aware of this fact, and the way you were always angry around him for some odd reason.
9:24 If this is a joke, it isn’t funny, Carol.
9:30 I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow. Be ready. We’re getting pasta.
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“So. You want to be a pilot, but now you’re here playing rugby and studying literature?”
Carol shrugs.
“My best friend Maria and I were supposed to enlist together, but some shit happened and he needed me to stick around. I’ve always been good at rugby even though my dad hated that I played sports, and so I stuck around here. Got a full scholarship for rugby, and put the dream of flying aside. The academy will always be there. It’s not what I wanted, but it’s what Maria needed. I couldn’t just leave her when she needed me most.”
You smile softly at Carol, shocked by her sudden display of emotion. She’s clearly conflicted, and her eyes drift up to the sky, staring wistfully at the dimming horizon.
“I think that’s very brave of you, Carol. You’re a really good friend,” you say, reaching out to place a hand atop hers in a sudden burst of confidence. The evening had been oddly pleasant, and conversation flowed between the two of you. Granted, Carol was still somewhat of an egotistical jerk, but she was obviously emotionally conflicted, and she had sacrificed her biggest dream to help her closest friend when she needed it most.
Carol looks down at your hand, tensing up for a second before flipping her palm to meet yours and giving your hand a quick squeeze.
“I’m alright, ok? I don’t want you worrying about me.”
You nod. Carol smiles, and moves to stand up.
“What do you say we get out of here, and head back to my place? Maybe watch a movie?”
You smile, nodding at Carol. “I’d like that a lot,” you whisper. “I’d like that.”
Carol holds her hand out to you, helping you up out of your chair. You move to pull your hand out of hers, assuming she meant to just assist you up, but she holds on firmly as the two of you walk back to her vintage red Mustang.
The drive back to her apartment is filled with throwbacks from the 90s, widows open and hair wild. You’re both singing the words of the songs obnoxiously, relishing in the sweet freedom of the open night.
When you finally reach her apartment, your eyes are bright and your hair is messy. You look over at Carol, messy hair strewn about. You begin to laugh uncontrollably, with Carol joining shortly after upon seeing your own windblown look.
When the laughter finally succeeds, you look over at Carol to find her gazing at you intently. You laugh apprehensively, but Carol’s gaze does not falter.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful,” she asks.
You nod your head slowly. “Not really, no.”
“But you had a boyfriend?”
You nod. “It wasn’t really the best of situations. I’ve since come to many realizations about myself since then.”
Carol smiles. “Well, then I guess I’ll just have to tell you as many times as I possibly can to make up for the lack of times you’ve been told that.”
“Carol, I don’t even know how to respond to that,�� you sputter out.
“So don’t.”
Carol leans in over the middle of the car, hesitantly pressing her lips against yours in a tender kiss. You’re surprised at first, but you lean into the kiss, melting against her mouth. Your hands tangle in her already messy hair, and you smile against her lips. The kiss intensifies as your hands begin to roam down Carol’s back, fingers itching to explore. She pulls her hands off of you, smiling softly.
“Let’s head inside, Princess. We can have a lot more fun in my bedroom than we ever will out here.”
You nod your head, eagerly anticipating the next steps.
When you reach her apartment, he leads you past the kitchen, flipping on various light switches as she heads through the living room, finally reaching her bedroom. It’s surprisingly neat, with framed photos of her and a woman that you guessed was her friend Maria. There’s a small pin shaped like a sort of star resting atop her desk, with a framed photo of an adorable orange kitten. Her bed is neatly made, and the room is incredibly put together.
“You like it, huh?”
You jump, startled by Carol’s voice.
“Yeah. Um, it’s very nice,” you reply. “Super neat.”
Carol laughs.
“Yeah, for all my disorganization at school, I do like to keep my apartment pretty tidy.”
Carol walks over to her desk and picks up your list.
“I think this belongs to you, my darling. We don’t have to do anything with it, or even speak of it again should you so wish that to be the case.”
You bite your lip, considering your options.
“Were you really serious, Carol?”
Your heart is beating fast, and your palms are beginning to grow clammy.
She laughs.
“Of course I was serious, Princess. Why would I offer if I wasn’t?”
You look down, mumbling your answer out.
“I didn’t really think someone like you would ever be interested in someone like me, honestly.”
Carol laughs, walking over to you. She gently tilts your chin up, meeting your eyes.
“Hey. You’re smart, you’re beautiful, and you drive me up a wall when you’re yelling at me to fucking finally read your notes, as you so kindly put it in your own words. Of course I would be interested in a girl like you. You’re incredible.”
She kisses you softly, slipping hers hands underneath your sweater. Breaking away for a second, she whispers to stop her if anything is too much. Green for go, she says. Red for stop.
Her hands roam up your body, making their way up to your neck. She gently squeezes at the column of your throat, whispering in your ear.
“I noticed you had this on your list, Princess. I did read your notes this time, and I did study up. I know all the things that could make you tick. And yet, I still want to hear you tell me what you want. You want me to choke you? Squeeze your throat till you’re begging me to stop?”
“Yes, please,” you moan out.
“Then use your words, Princess. Mmm... and what else should we do today? What other things from your little list do you want to try? I know you don’t want to start off simple... You even said so yourself. Tell me with your words, Princess. Tell me what you want.”
You gasp, head tipping back as Carol’s hands resume their exploration of your body.
“Cat got your tongue, Princess? Normally you’re so vocal during class... Why change now?”
You moan again, unable to speak properly as Carol’s fingers find your nipples, gently pinching. He pinches harder when you are unable to answer her question.
Moving hers hand to cup your jaw, he harshly tilts your face to look at him.
“Answer me, Princess. I’m growing impatient and I don’t have all day. Normally you’re so quick to answer. What a shame.”
“Put me in my place, please,” you gasp out, voice breaking. “I want you to edge me and spank me and punish me and tell me what a naughty little girl I’ve been, touching myself to the thought of you. I want to eat you out while I’m forced to touch myself, unable to cum without your permission. I want you to choke me as you pound me into the mattress with your cock, reminding me of my place. I want to be your good little girl, moaning only your name as you show me who I belong to.”
Carol smirks.
“I’ll be honest—I always knew you had a thing for me. You weren’t exactly discreet. The secret is, I had a thing for you too. I wasn’t expecting you to write about me in your notes, though. And I definitely wasn’t expecting you to write something like that ever. Our little teacher’s pet, our good little girl, the smartest girl in class—and such filthy thoughts! Didn’t take me long to figure out who the mysterious blonde figure was. You wrote some pretty explicit stuff in there, Princess. You’re such a filthy little whore... So many dirty thoughts! Imagine if those notes had fallen into the wrong hands...”
Carol’s hands dip to the edge of your sweater, swiftly pulling it off of your body. She cocks an eyebrow at you upon seeing the lacy navy blue bodysuit underneath that you’d specifically selected for tonight.
“Did you wear this just for me?”
You nod.
“Good girl. I like the way you think. Now, take off those pants for me. While you’re at it, get rid of that lacey little thing. It’s pretty, but you’re prettier.”
You obey her quickly, shedding every stitch of clothing from your body. You’re trembling with excitement and anticipation, and you’re nervous as Carol’s eyes rake up and down your body.
“Stunning,” she says, never taking her eyes off of your body. “You’re absolutely perfect. I can’t wait to teach you how to be a good little slut for me... you’re such a good learner. Wonder if that translates in the bedroom?”
You groan, rolling your eyes. “Why don’t you shut up and find out already?”
Carol laughs condescendingly.
“You sure you want to mouth off like that, Princess?”
You nod. “You seem to be all talk right now, and no action.”
Carol growls. “We can change that. I don’t tolerate brats around here. Brats get punished. If you’re a good girl, you get rewarded. Which is it going to be tonight, Princess. I need an answer.”
You roll your eyes without even thinking. “Just fuck me already, Carol.”
Carol tangles her hand in your hair, pulling your head back. “I told you that brats get punished. It looks like you've selected the brat role tonight. Get on your fucking hands and knees. I’m not going to ask you a second time.”
You quickly obey, scrambling onto your hands and knees. You wiggle your ass slightly, but Carol firmly holds it in place.
“Stop. Now, since this is your first time, I’m going to take it easy on you. We are only going to do ten, but mark my words, if you pull this sort of bratting on me again, I can and will increase that number. Now, I want you to count.”
The first strike comes faster than you were expecting, but it does not hurt as much as you thought it would.
“One,” you gasp out.
Carol strikes again, harder this time.
“Two,” you gasp out again.
He continues, hitting a bit harder each time, and your ass is red by the finish.
“Good girl,” she whispers in the shell of your ear. “You took your first punishment so well for me—it is almost like you were made to do this...”
She ghosts her fingers lightly over your neck, drifting down to your collarbone before moving her hands to gently massage the soft tissue of your breasts.
With a gentle slap to your aching ass, she gives you a new set of instructions.
“Now. For our next lesson, you’re going to suck me off. The better you do, the less edges I’ll give you tonight. I hope you’ve been studying, Princess. Either that, or you just better wish that this comes naturally for you.”
Carol swiftly pulls her pants and boxers down and throws her shirt to the side, revealing her toned abs and muscled back. You can see her muscles ripple as she stretches her arms above her head to take her shirt off. Your jaw goes slightly slack at the sight of her perfect nude figure.
“Close your mouth, Princess. You’ll catch flies.”
You blush. “Sorry, Carol. You’re just so beautiful.”
Carol winks. “I can tell, Princess. Your eyes haven’t left my torso.”
You giggle, but quickly stop when Carol moves directly in front of you.
“Test time, Princess. Hope you’ve studied. But, if you haven’t, I’ll allow for retakes. Think of this one as a pretext, if you will. How much do I need to teach you when it comes to this particular subject?”
You moan at her words, mouth salivating. You’re desperate to touch her, to run your tongue over her strap. Carol leans down to press a quick kiss upon your lips, immediately guiding your face to her strap after. You’re unsure of what to do at first, the feeling foreign upon your tongue. Eventually, you begin to find your rhythm, head bobbing as you introduce a hand to match your rhythm. You continue your tiny kitten licks, timing them with the thrust of your fingers. Carol is silent for the most part, but every so often she breaks her stoic silence with a loud moan or gasp when you hit a particularly sensitive spot against her body. You grind against the pillow that Carol has placed between your legs, annoyed with the lack of friction you got, but thankful to have anything at all. Your tongue continues its way along Carol’s strap, body quivering with pleasure.
It isn’t long before she’s moaning continuously.
After all, you have always been a very quick learner.
Carol pulls away, and you whimper at the loss of contact. She messily kisses you, groaning at the taste of herself on your tongue.
“For your first time, that was surprisingly good.”
You beam in satisfaction.
“However, I’m still going to edge you at least five times.”
You whimper.
“But Carol—“
“No buts, pretty girl. It’s for your own pleasure, alright? It’s good to practice delayed gratification. Now, get over there on the back of the bed for me. Spread those legs as wide as you can. I want that dripping cunt of yours on display.”
You move off of your pillow, following her instructions. Carol walks over to you, hovering over you on the bed as she cages your body with her arms.
“I want to hear every moan you make,” she growls. “Don’t hold back on me, Princess.”
You nod.
“Yes, Carol.”
Carol smiles and strokes a single finger through your dripping folds. You shudder. The feeling of her soft fingertips against your throbbing core is heavenly, and you’re unable to hide from the breathless moan that escapes your mouth.
Carol continues to slide her fingers through the folds of your cunt, relishing in the puffy texture as she explores. Her fingers trace small circles here and there, dipping into your soaking hole when she feels like doing so, pinching your clit, edging you into oblivion.
You ask her to cum numerous times, but she always pulls away. Finally, she pulls away for the last time.
“You can cum this time, Princess. But I want to cum on my cock for me like a good little slut, alright? I want you to scream my name for me. Let the whole world know you’re mine now.”
You nod, moaning at her filthy words. She carefully lines up with you and thrusts in quickly, giving you a chance to adjust to the size and foreign feeling of the cock inside of you.
When you nod at her, she begins to thrust her hips at an ungodly pace, hitting that perfect spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. She moves one hand to your clit, rubbing tight little circles over the throbbing organ, and her other hand moves to your throat, lightly pressing down. She’s pushing you into the mattress, firmly grinning the column of your neck as her hips thrust faster and faster.
“You like it when I choke you? When your brain starts to go a little bit foggy and you can’t tell if it’s from the sex or lack of air? You like it when I tell you what a good little slut you are, taking my cock like such a good little Princess, showing how well you learn and how well you take instruction?”
“Yes,” you manage to gasp out in between moans. “Please, fuck me harder.”
Although it seemed humanly impossible, Carol managed to fuck you harder. The relentless snap of her hips grew faster, thrusts hitting further and further inside of you each time. The hand rubbing your clit runs faster, harder, and just before you’re about to rip over the edge, Carol whispers in your ear.
“Cum for me, Princess. Cum like the good little girl you are.”
You scream out in ecstasy as you tip over the edge, collapsing against the mattress. Carol pulls out, falling into bed next to you, wrapping her arms around you as she presses kisses to your neck and collarbone, drifting up to your forehead.
“You did so well, Princess. You’re such a good learner. Looks like you’re just as good in here as you are in a classroom.”
You smile.
“I try my best. Honestly, that’s all I can ever do.”
Carol smiles.
“A good attitude to have. Now, let’s go get you cleaned up.”
A few snacks, some water, and one blissful shower later, you’re dressed in Carol’s old sweatpants and sweatshirt as you climb into bed beside him. She’d invited you to stay the night, and you hadn’t been able to resist. Carol flips the lights off, pressing a delicate, featherlight kiss to your forehead.
As you lay in bed however, you remember an important fact.
“I still have to teach you all of literature,” you mumble.
Carol laughs softly.
“And I have many things to teach you still, darling. But for now, sleep.”
You smile, closing your eyes as you feel Carol’s grip on you grow stronger.
Literature could wait until tomorrow.
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KINKTOBER day 10
pairing: darkish!marvel ladies x fem!reader, wanda x reader, natasha x reader, kate x reader, yelena x reader, carol x reader, maria x reader
sumarry: you were kiddnapped, but a group of the mightiest herous will save your life and you can´t be more thankful
warnings: kidnapping, guns mentioned, little dark themes, kissing, touching, dirty talk, smut!!!, eating out, nickname "sir", catching somone having sex, voyeurism kinda, slight angst, wanda controlling your mind, and also reading your mind, group sex mentioned, ladies talking about planning on using you, knife play a little, little shitty writting, it takes forever to get into something, oopsies, if anything else - let me know!
word count: 7k
an: our last day! little crazy how time flies, we wont get into it or ill cry, but truly thank you for all the likes, reblogs, shares and comments! im giggling like a little girl, since few of my favs here commented or likes something soooo thank u!!!! sm!
an2: it was fun and chaotic at the same time! i love you all, stay safe and hopefully i wont dip away.:P
(italics = your thoughts)
!MDNI!
Enjoy this last spooky day and be safe!
You couldn´t see anything at all, the only sense you could count on right now is your hearing, which is not much of a helper. All you could hear is the engine running and some soft music playing in the front.
You try to move, but your hands are tied together and so are your legs, trying to remeber what happened made your head hurt, so you quickly gave up on that.
After what felt like hours the car finally stopped. You open your eyes, but it is still pitch black, even when you hear someone open the doors, there is nothing in your sight. Then it hit you, you´re maybe in a box, that´s why it´s so hot and you can barely breathe here.
Trying to feel where you are is a good start and you were right, you are in a box.
Someone opens the back of the car, and you feel that you´re finally moving, they put you down, which wasn´t the gentlest way, but since you´re tied up, these people probably don´t care about your well-being.
"Open it," you hear an old man says.
"Money first," this is someone else, someone who is standing right next to you, you´re still seeing pitch black and that is the most terrifying out of everything right now. Even if your try to run away, you don´t know where to, there could be fifty other guys standing there, so you´re in really shitty situation.
"No. I need to see if she´s alive and if it´s truly her." It´s the first voice again.
"She is, now give me the money."
What the hell is going on? They want my organs? But they wouldn´t want me alive? Or would they? Maybe they need the organs fresh, shit. My organs?
Your overthinking is making your heart beat faster, than if you would run a marathon now.
But is it really overthinking if this is the most possible outcome of this... deal?
"I want to see her. I won´t give you shit, if I´ll found her dead inside the box." The man is clearly mad now.
You can hear someone else coming, it sounds like a motorcycle. "Oh so you brought backup?"
"Me? Stop fucking playing around." You can hear that both of them are unease, their voices are filled with anger and it´s just a question of time, when they will explode like a bomb. You´re hoping you won´t be the center of catastrophe.
The motorcycle stops and you can hear someone re-load a gun.
A gun? Holy shit.
"Oh come on boys? What do you think you´re doing here, hm?" You can hear a woman speaking, her voice has a hint of smokiness and a certain level of strength, making it both captivating and commanding. It's a voice that demands attention and conveys a sense of experience and resilience. You could bet your life that you already heard this voice somewhere.
You don´t really know what´s goining on, but you feel like they´re just pointing guns at eachother, at least that´s what you´ve imagined.
The lady chuckles. "You are all surronded, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide," it was a quiet for a little bit, after she starts to speak again, "I wouldn´t done that if I was you, see the red dots? Yeah I have backup. And yours? Already arested," she adds.
Arested? Oh she´s from the police! Police! Yes!
You can hear how someone is walking closer to you, but from a totally different way then you heard the people talk before. But that is the last think you think of, before you completly pass out.
...
Beep, beep, beep.
Is all you can hear, before you can even open your eyes. You take a few deep breaths and with that, you slowly open them. The light isn´t as sharp as you thought it´s gonna be, so you blink a few times and your already adjusted to being awake.
Looking around give you an answer where you are, the hospital. All of your clothes are on the chair, packed in a plastic bag. So it must have ended good, the lady arested the bad guys and now you´re in the hospital, which isn´t your favorite place, but hey, you could be in a coffin now, so you see it as a win.
You don´t even feel in pain, maybe you´re head hurt a little bit, but you´re used to it. You slowly trace your hand all over your body, but you think you´re all good.
A person coming into your room pulls you out of your thoughts, as you look up at them, you notice is The Natasha Romanoff. One of The Avengers. One of the coolest people in the whole world!
Your eyes widen at her standing next to you with a little smile on her face. "You´re finally awake, how are you feeling?" her voice was so soothing, you feel like she could bring you from dead if that was the case.
As you observe Natasha´s outfit, you can't help but be drawn to her effortlessly cool and edgy style. She's wearing sleek, form-fitting black pants that hug her curves perfectly, adding a touch of boldness to her overall look. The pants highlight her long, lean legs, accentuating her confidence. Her choice of a white tank top underneath the black leather jacket is simple, it shows you just enough of her abs to let you know, that she could kill with them.
"I- uh good. Great. Amazing." She chuckles at your answer.
"So I assume the pills are working." She nods her head and sits on your bed.
"Meds?" A noticable confusion is written on your face and Natasha speaks right away, to ease your nerves.
"How much do you remeber, (Y/N)?" Natasha puts her hand on your forehead to check if you have a fever.
"Um... I remeber being in a box and being scared," Natasha hums, "I also remeber having my hands and legs tied and I- uh remeber and then I just..." you shrug.
"Okay." She nods again. "You don´t have to worry now, we took care of them and you´re safe." Natasha gives you a smile, that did make you feel way better. You knew she was a badass and pretty too, but in person?
She´s stunning, how can someone be this perfect? Like it is not fair.
"Althrough..." she sighs.
"What? Althrough what?"
"We´re not sure if they worked alone and knowing your status, we can´t risk you getting hurt again." She adds.
"My status? I´m sorry, I have zero idea what you´re talking about." If you were confused before, then you don´t know what you are now.
"Oh, detka. They did numbers on you." You could see the concern in her face.
Numbers? On me? What?
"You were missing for few months and when me and the rest of the team found you.. you were unconsious. That was 2 weeks ago, we weren´t sure if you´ll wake up. But you did and that´s amazing news, but we need to make sure, that you are safe." Natasha takes your hand in hers.
After that Natasha left you alone and you were trying to piece the things together, but everytime you tried, you got horrible headache.
What status? Who- what?
...
During the first week, it was only Natasha who came to visit you. Each time you inquired about leaving the hospital room, she staunchly insisted that you should stay and rest. Even though you expressed your boredom and eagerness to step out of the room multiple times, assuring her that you felt better, she stood unwaveringly by her belief that you needed the rest after everything you had been through.
She visited you everyday and you realized how sweet The Black Widow actually is and how much comfort she brings you in those confusing times. But you couldn´t help, but notice what her slight touches make you feel. Touching your forehead to make sure, you don´t have a fever. Touching your hand to get your attention or just putting your fallen hair behind your ear.
She brushes your hair every morning, reads to you, she even brought you a coloring book, which always brought you some sense of comfrot. And if Natasha wouldn´t be the one who brought it out, you would completly forget that something as kidnapping has happened to you.
...
This morning Natasha is not alone, she softly knocks three times as she did each morning and then slowly walks in with another person behind her.
"(Y/N), this is-" You cut Natasha off.
"Wanda Maximoff!" You basically yell. "S-sorry, I just... I know who you are." You sligthly blush at the two women in front of you.
Wanda chuckles. "That´s me. Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)." She comes closer and shakes your hand, her hand felt incredibly soft, like a gentle caress of silk against the skin, inviting warmth and comfort.
"You don´t know what happened to you, but you remeber all of our names?" Natasha laughs as she teases.
"I mean..." you shrug. "You are The Avnegrs! So of course I know who you are." You look away from Natasha´s gaze.
"Sorry, that was a stupid joke." Natasha put few fallen pieces behind your ear and smiles at you.
"No, no. It´s fine, you had a great point there." You smile back at her.
The readhead nods. "I brought Wanda, becuase she will take care of you now, for few days, before the doctors will release you." Nat smiles.
"Oh really? When I´m going home?" You were so glad you´ll be home soon.
Wanda just send a quick eyebrow raise to Nat.
"What?" You look between the two women in the room.
"Detka, you will be released from the hospital wing, but we still can´t promise there won´t be anyone waiting for you outside, so we decided that you will spend some time here, in the compound."
"Oh." Natasha´s words caught you off guard as you really don´t know what to feel now. You couldn't help but blush and feel a bit shy as you heard Natasha call you by that nickname, but at the same time her words made you a little sad, you still have to kinda locked up..
Wanda notices right away, without having to read your thoughts, that you weren´t really sure about this scenario. "But I promise I´m way more fun, than boring Tasha. We can read, play games and after you´ll be on your legs we can bake, cook, I can teach you how to play guitar and many more exiting things!" You smile, that does sound good, but what about all of your clothes and... other stuff you had to have, before that incident.
"We can go shopping too!" Natasha sends Wanda a quick glare as a warning.
"Well... better to be bored than dead, right?" You chuckle, but none of them even smiled at your joke, which was incredibly embarrassing.
"Don´t joke about that, detka." It was the first time you saw Natasha actually mad.
...
You are finally off the hospital wing, Doctor Cho told you that you need to rest and if there is anything wrong, you can call her asap. At the end she is working for the Avengers and getting calls in the middle of the night isn´t something unusual.
Being a week with Wanda was so fun, she told you all the stories from her life, you watched many sitcoms together and her cooking skills are amazing! Anything she cooked for you, you crave for some more. You´re really positive about her putting some drug in the deserts, because everything was just so good and addicting, it´s not even possible.
You two also spent hours on online websites shopping, for your new clothes, boots and everything you needed. Wanda payed for everything of course. Even though she told you, "Don´t worry about it," you still feel bad for spending so much of her money.
You´re currently waiting for Wanda, to walk with you to the main room, for you to meet the rest of the team. You were very nervous, but if Nat and Wanda were so nice to you and made sure you were safe all the time, you believe that the rest of the team is the same.
"There she is!" Wanda comes to you, hugging you closly. Like any other day, she was warm and you feel even better.
"Here I am. But I can take it-" You say as Wanda grabs the one plastic bag with your stuff.
"None of that, malysh. You need to rest."
"This weights basically zero zero nothing, I could-" You met Wanda´s eyes, "thank you for taking my bag." You smile.
"That´s what I´ve thought, malyshka." These nicknames will kill you, sooner or later.
The two of you went to the living room, which was a two floors above you. The ride in the elevator was quiet and comfrotable.
Bing.
Wanda immedietly links your hands with yours, which you don´t mind it at all, it´s actually calming your nerves and she knows it very well. There is no need to read your mind, your body is speaking for you this time, with your relaxed posture and the little adorable smile on your face.
"They are nice, but little... hectic and full of energy. If anything, let me know and we can go to the bedroom." Wanda smiles.
"Thank you, WanWan," you smile back, if her and Nat can give you nicknames, you will think of something too. "I think I can manage, um... will Nat be there?"
Wanda smiles at her new nickname and then shakes her head, "Natasha is coming later tonight, you know, Avengers stuff." You simpy nod.
You could hear the other teammates right away, but you hear only women´s voices. You were honestly glad. Not like you don´t like the male Avengers, but... they are still males, so you already felt more comfortable knowing there are only bunch of ladies.
Wanda opens the door for you and walks right behind you. "Ladies, I´d like you to meet someone, someone very special, so please don´t attack her with questions or any other... things." She giggles and you look around and you feel like in a dream.
Carol Danvers, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, and Maria Hill are all seated on a comfortable, oversized sofa, while Wanda still stands beside you.
"Hai," you whisper as you awkwardly put your hand up in some sort of a wave.
All you could hear was all sorts of greetings, "Hi! Hello! Oh finally, hey!..." The sudden outpour of warmth takes you by surprise, and you can't help but blush and offer a shy smile in response to their overwhelming hospitality.
"Easy, ladies!" Wanda quickly says.
"Move, Maximoff." The Captain Marvel herself says as she stands up.
"No. All of you are like a bunch of hawks and (Y/N) is tiny, not a chance I will leave her all alone in this." Wanda grips your hand tighter.
You blush as you look at Carol.
"Im Carol, nice to meet you, (Y/N)." She smirks at you.
"I- I know... and you are Maria, Kate, Yelena," you smile as you point at each of them.
Wanda giggles. "She is our big fan," she explains.
"Ohh, is she?" Maria finally speak, "do you kow the rest of the ladies?"
"The rest?" You look at her, not knowing, who is the rest. "You´re living here with everyone? Like everyone? Where are the guys?" you obviously have many question.
"Most of us do, but sometimes there is a mission of world so-" Carol is cut off by Maria.
"Don´t start with this bulshit, Danvers. Like you´re something special, just because you can travel to space..." The brown haired girl rolls her eyes.
"I didn´t say I´m special, you did." Carol winks at her.
Wanda leans closer to you and whisper right into your ear. "This is a daily basis on here, you´ll get used to it," she giggles and so did you.
"To answer your quiestion fully," Kate clears her throat, "all the ladies live here, all of us got room and it´s just like a never ending sleepover." Kate chuckles, she is probably the same age as you, or little older, which makes you feel better around everyone.
"And no. There are no guys. Is that a bad thing?" Yelena says without zero emotion in her voice.
"No! No, no, no! I mean I bet they are great, but I´m into girls. I mean... as a fact, I think you guys," you point at them, "just do it better. Way badass, smarter, faster, everything is just waaay better, you know?" you tried to save youself, but it didn´t work at all. Even Yelena has a slight smirk on her face.
"You were right, Maximoff. She is cute." Yelena nods towards you and Wanda.
"So you´re into ladies?" Kate smiles.
"No, yes. I mean yes, but I didn´t mean it like that in the previous context," you answer her.
"What was the context then?" Now it was Wanda speaking right into your ear.
You are quiet for a second and then just shrug, "I guess i didn´t want to talk shit about the male Avengers." you chuckle.
"Don´t worry, we won´t tell them." Kate laughs.
"Well... if you know a lots of things about us, isn´t it fair for us to know little something about you too?" Carol sits on a couch next to Maria.
"Go sit, malysh, I´ll bring you something to drink." Wanda sligtly pushes you towards the couch, when her hand leave your lower back, you already miss her touch.
You sit between Kate and Carol, while Maria stares at you with a slight smirk. So you quickly look at the youngest Avenger, and you can already tell, that she´s really exited to talk to you and get to know you better.
You sit nervously between Carol and Kate, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the attention. Carol leans back confidently, a smirk on her face. "So, what's your thing, hobbies, what´s your favorite food?"
"Um, well, I like uh, reading. And I enjoy cooking as well."
Kate is like a exited pupppy. "That's cool! Any favorite books? Oh, and, do you have a go-to pizza topping?"
Wanda comes back with the water and place it on the table, giving Kate a stern look, "easy Bishop," then she sits on the chair right in front of you.
"I love reading fantasy novels. And, for pizza, I'm a sucker for pepperoni."
Maria and Yelena, watching you, listen intently, their interest evident in their expressions.
Carol smiles, "That's awesome. We should have a cooking night together sometime. What do you say?"
You and Wanda make eye contact "Well... I already planned that with Wanda, so..."
"Oh really, Maximoff? We´re already calling dibs? That is not fair." Carol rolls her eyes.
"Or all of us can cook together?" You smile at Carol.
"Carol in the kitchen is the worst way of dying, so it´s a no for me." Yelena mumbles and leaves the room, Maria following closely behind. "Agreed."
"I can teach you! The simple things are not that hard, right Wanda?"
The girl infront of you just sighs and nods, "Sadly it´s not."
"Oh come on, don´t be so harsh on her, I bet it´s not that terrible... right?" You feel more and more comfortable with all the ladies around you.
...
"It´s not that terrible, right?" Wanda mocks you as you see flour flying, ingredients get mixed up, and the result is far from what the recipe intended.
Wanda and Kate exchange amused glances, but they both maintain their composure, trying not to laugh. You, though, can't help but chuckle, as you didn't expect this level of chaos in the kitchen.
Carol, with a sheepish grin, looks at her culinary creation. "I promise, I'm better at saving the world than making food."
"You better be, Danvers." Wanda smirks as she smacks her dirty hand on Carol´s ass, leaving a white mark on her black sweatpants.
"Oh you´re so in, Maximoff!" Carol turns around and runs for her, to get her revange.
You and Kate burst into laughter, all in good spirits. Despite the kitchen disaster, the shared experience brings the group closer together.
You jump on the messy kitchen counter, smiling from ear to ear. "That was... fun."
Kate nods and turns to look at you, "yup." She moves closer to you and touch your nose with her finger from... butter? You guess. "But at least now you see why is Wanda doing all the cooking. Sometimes Nat, but mostly our witchy." Kate is being very close to you know, her hands resting on your thighs.
"Fair point." You look down and blush, "maybe we should start cleaning?"
Kate shakes her head, "Wanda does a little poof and everything is clean, don´t worry about that."
"If Wanda survives." You point out.
"True." Kate chuckles.
"You have very blue eyes." You don´t know where this comment came from.
"I do, yeah. And you have very y/e/c eyes, (Y/N)." Kate is now whispering.
Nodding your head seem like the only good idea, since you don´t trust your voice at the moment.
"Would you like me to show you around and maybe later show you my room?" Kate asks, while staring at you.
"Oh are you flirting, Kate Bishop?" You roll your eyes at her.
She tilts her head, "what? You have such a dirty mind, miss (Y/N). I am not flirting with you, you would notice if I would." She squeezes your thighs and step away from you, "you going or what?" She smirks at you.
And with the most dramatic groan you jump off the counter and follow her through the compound.
...
After Kate showed you around, you were positive that you need a map, because there is no way you would remeber all the catacombs and shortcuts. No way.
And final stop, Kate´s floor. Warm, soft light streams into the room from a string of fairy lights above the windows, creating a cosy atmosphere. In one corner, a leather chair and a sleek, modern desk scattered with papers from her most recent missions indicate her dedication as a superhero. A collection of classic bass guitars in another corner, all neatly organized. Her two worlds—the life of an skilled archer and the spirit of adventure of a young hero—combine in balance in the room.
"Oh my god- it´s so cozy in here!" You smile as you look around, seeing all the bows and special arrows on the wall. "Wow," you mumble as your hand wants to touch her black bow with silver ornaments on it, "may I?"
"Go ahead, I don´t use these." She smiles.
Your finger traces those shapes up and down, but your attention switches into something else, many pictures on the wall made you giggle out loud, "No way! You have Halloween nights here?!" You look at a few pictures on the wall, but one catches your eye right away.
As you gaze at the Halloween picture, you can't help but smile at the fun and creativity captured in the snapshot. In the center, Kate Bishop stands proudly, dressed as a demon, her costume is complete with horns, pitchfork, and an impish grin that perfectly matches her cocky spirit.
To her left, Maria Hill is a regal Queen of Hearts, her costume rich in detail, from the heart-adorned scepter to the ornate, card-themed headdress, giving her an air of authority with a playful twist. That she has even without this costume.
Beside Maria, Natasha Romanoff stands as the Queen of Spades, her costume exuding an air of confidence. Her attire is a perfect blend of elegance and danger, with a spade symbol adorning her crown. And of course, her one and only iconic smirk.
Wanda Maximoff, on the other hand, adds a touch of the Wild West to the group as she confidently portrays a cowboy. Her fringe-trimmed jacket, wide-brimmed hat, and toy six-shooter holster create a vibrant, yee-haw Western charm.
Carol Danvers, in contrast, takes on a divine role, embodying a goddess with her shimmering costume and ethereal accessories. Around her waist, a gilded belt cinches the gown, emphasizing her muscle figure. It is adorned with intricate patterns and symbols that hint at ancient mysticism. Her accessories are no less impressive – a tiara with sparkling gemstones graces her brow, and her wrist cuffs shimmer with a radiant energy.
Finally, Yelena Belova channels her inner child (kinda) as she steps into the shoes of Lara Croft. Her outfit mimics the iconic video game character's attire, complete with dual holstered pistols, a utility belt.
"You thought we´re boring or what?" Kate walks up behind you.
"A little bit." You admit, "but this looks so fun! I´m quite upset I´ve missed that."
"Don´t worry, you´ll get an opportunity. But I´ll bite, what would you dress up as?" Kate voice sending shivers down your spine.
"Hm..." you turn around, "I take Halloween very seriously, so..." you try to think. "Well since Wanda was a cowboy, I would go as a reversed cowboy. You know, put a little UNO reverse card on my head. It´s funny and also good effort." You giggle.
"Oh, sweet sweet (Y/N), you´re wilder than I thought," Kate chuckles, "I like that idea, now I´m quite upset too, you would be such a fun to our little party." She winks.
You´re stomach feels like it´s filled with butterflies, that are trying to get into your whole body.
"You feel my flirting, huh?" Kate smirks again.
"Oh shush, I don´t want to boost your ego." You want to turn around, but Kate grabs you by your waist.
"You don´t need to, pretty girl."
"Kate..." You´re glancing at her lips, then back into her blue eyes and then back on her lips.
"Hm?" Kate knows and you know that she knows and that makes you even more frustrated.
"I- I don´t know what to s-" you barely whisper.
"Then don´t say anything, I´ve got you. It´s all good, you´re safe with me here, okay?" Kate whispers and with you nodding your head, Kate leans in and your lips connect. Her lips are incredibly soft. Second ego, you were shy around the archer, but now, you want more, you crave more. She´s holding your hips, her strong grip making you feel secured and that´s all it matters now.
As you found yourself captivated by the enchanting presence of the Bishop girl, it was a moment of shared intimacy, and none among you were present enough to recognize the subtle observe of the Witch and Captain. The door had been unintentionally left ajar, providing an unanticipated point for the two observers. From their concealed perch, they had a front-row seat to the scene. This unintentional voyeurism presented a silent spectacle that would be etched in the memory of all involved, forever preserving that delicate moment.
"Really? Bishop is the first one?" Carol whispers, and Wanda gazes at her with a mix of understanding and frustration. She senses the storm in Carol, and it resonates with her because she feels the same emotions. Deep inside, Wanda hoped she would be the first to share that intimate moment with you. She had been so close, with Natasha temporarily away, but fate had other plans, and Kate Bishop claimed the coveted position first.
"Look, Carol, she´s really into it." Wanda´s jealous thought disappears, as she sees you pulling Kate closer and slightly biting her lip.
"How many weeks did Natasha said to wait? 8-9? And we will discuss it? I knew it was bulshit." Carol chuckles.
Wanda smirks and takes a picture of you and Kate making out, sending it straight to Natasha, with a message on it 'What if our new plaything is not waiting?'
After literally 5 seconds, Wanda´s phone lit up with a new message from Natasha, 'omw.'
...
After your pretty heavy make out session with Kate, everything was different around the compound. Kate was by your side almost every minute and the other girls were as well. Everyone but Natasha. You didn't know if you did something wrong or if she had just a lot of avenger's work, but you wanted her attention.
“I wouldn't go there, right now.” Maria says as she somehow appears right behind you.
You were just about to knock on Natasha´s door to her office. Due to Maria, you pull your hand away, “why?”
“She´s just not in the right mood now.” The agent explains.
“Well, me neither, so-” you turn around and knock three times.
“You´re really stubborn, huh?” Maria chuckles and turns around, walking away.
“I already told you that I don´t have the time for your-” you hear behind the door, until the door opened, “oh, it´s you.” Natasha´s voice went from raspy angry spy to nice Natty, who used to brush your hair every morning, when you have been in the hospital wing.
“It´s me.” You smile a little and without another word you step inside her office.
Natasha watches you; she tilts her head waiting for your next move.
“I kinda invited myself, sorry. But I have a question.” You give her office a quick glance, nothing original, just a big modern office, with lots of paperwork everywhere.
The view is special though, you can take in the lush expanse of the garden, every detail from the blooming flowers to the trees. And beyond the garden's beauty, the panorama stretches out to reveal the entire cityscape. Skyscrapers rise majestically, their windows reflecting the sunlight, while the urban landscape sprawls in all directions.
“I´m listening.” The redhead closes the door.
“Did I do something wrong? Or... like why don’t we talk anymore? You barely look at me when you come into the room, I just- did I do something wrong? I know you have a lot of work because the people who tried to... you know, but uh- like what's going on, Natty?” The nickname slips out and you don’t even notice, but Natasha did, she always notices those small details.
You can hear her sigh, that´s never a good sign.
Shit.
“Detka, sit.” She nods towards the chair in her office, and you quickly did so. “It´s not like I don’t want to talk to you, I do. But I just thought that you´re already taken and I do not mess into someone else's business.” That was a lie, another one, that you can´t catch on.
“What do you mean?” You quickly mumble, feeling like a kid who did something bad, since Natasha is standing above you now.
“You and Kate.”
“We- we uh are not dating, if that’s what you're asking.” You blush.
“I'm not asking, (Y/N). But I would appreciate if next time you would be honest with me.” Natasha turns around.
“But I am! We are not dating, we- are just friends.”
“Friends?” Natasha turns back to face you, looking down at her phone scrolling, trying to find a picture that Wanda send to her. “Is this what friends do?”
Shit, where did she get the picture?!
“I-” you can't find any words that would help. You feel horrible, even though you didn’t do anything wrong, or did you?
“I need to work now, to keep you safe, remember? So... if that´s all, see you at dinner.” Natasha looks sad, incredibly sad in fact. She opens the door for you and without anything else you leave.
After few minutes of standing behind Natasha´s door, you decided that you need to blow off some steam and the Avengers compound has everything, so some boxing and sauna after don´t sound like a bad idea at all. Even though you had a boxing class like once in your life, you´ll manage, at least that´s what you hope.
…
It was not actually that bad, you feel exhausted, but also little better, hoping that sauna will do the rest of the magic.
What you didn’t know is that you're not the only one craving to ease your nerves there.
As you open the door you see quite a pleasing sign in front of you, Carol Danvers eating out Wanda right in the sauna, where you wanted to rest. You are like a deer caught in the lights, before you can say anything, the witch notices you and smirk.
“We have an audience, Captain,” she whispers between her moans.
Carol turns her head, and her eyes meet yours, “wanna join?” the blonde one chuckles as Wanda slaps her hand playfully.
You don´t answer, you´re too occupied staring at Carol´s well-defined arms, you can see her veins, which switch something inside you.
“Earth to (Y/N),” Wanda chuckles, “would you like to finish me, malyska?”
“N-no, sorry! Shit! I didn´t know that- you uh- it will be occupied!” and with that you run away.
“She was staring at you.”
“She was basically drooling.”
“Oh please! Don't let it get to your head!
“Do you want to cum or not?”
“Yes, captain.”
“Then shut your pretty mouth.” Carol smirks as she dives back into the witch´s sensitive spot.
…
“I didn’t know Carol and Wanda are dating,” you sip from your newly opened water bottle.
“Um... they are not.” Kate looks at you.
“I´m pretty sure they are,” small giggle is escaping your mouth.
“How so?” The taller girl tilts her head, “I´ll bite.”
“I found them in the sauna together!” You look at Kate, “and they were... you know...”
“Naked? Well that´s usually the scenario in the sauna, (Y/N).” She laughs.
“I mean yeah they were naked, but they were... being close, intimate!”
Kate is obviously not catching what you're trying to say.
“They were fucking, Bishop.” Yelena says as she enters the kitchen. “Carol has pretty high sex drive since she´s ‘off planet’ most of the time.”
“Oooh!” Kate says as she understands you now, but she does not look shocked.
“So, they are like friends with benefits kind of a thing?”
“If you want to label it, then I guess.” Yelena shrugs and you blush, imagining what you have seen earlier.
Carol and Wanda then enter the kitchen as well, you don´t dare to look into their eyes, but you can feel that they are staring at you. You can bet anything in the world that they are also smirking. “What´s for dinner? I'm kinda hungry.” Captain Carol says.
“You´ve just ate, Danvers!” Kate says it in a teasing way, which makes Wanda giggle and Yelena smirk.
“But I would still eat some more, what do you say Bishop, you up for it?” the blonde one tilts her head. But even the chuckle she lets out sounds like she means it.
You are too stunned to speak or even move a little. You see Natasha and Maria coming to the kitchen as well, hoping one of them will save you from blushing and slowly melting away. The trained spy notices your shy behavior right away. “What did you do to our little one?”
It´s like she pushes the small ‘argument’ you had away when she sees you struggling.
“Nothing!” Wanda says.
“Yet.” Carol ads.
“She just caught Danvers and Maximoff fucking in the sauna.” Yelena explains.
You instantly want to leave the room, not that you would be uncomfortable, but you can feel yourself getting too excited, just being with these women in one room is too much to handle, talking about sex? Seeing them have sex? You´re questioning how are you still alive.
“Detka...” Natasha starts, all eyes are on you right now.
“Hm?” Is all you can menage to let out, hoping it would satisfy all of them, but you´re wrong, shockingly, right? The Black Widow clears her throat, and your body automatically makes you look up at her. “I didn´t meant to, I just... wanted to use the sauna and Carol with Wanda were just there um-”
“If I clearly remember Wanda and I were both inviting you, so I don’t see the issue here.” Carol smirks at Wanda.
You bite the inside of your cheeks, hoping it will calm you down.
“There was a moment that I thought you would join us, malysh. And I think that you do too, am I right?” The witch knows exactly what your thoughts were about, she´s pushing you to just admit it.
“Um- no! No, not at all. No. I was- definitely not.” you shake your head more than you should, but you can´t help it. Trying to make it more believable, but you're failing, miserably. “Not that I think you don´t look great, you do! Your bodies were- are phenomenal! But uh-”
You are cut off by Wanda slapping Carols hand, “I told you she was staring.”
“And I told you, she was drooling,” Carol sends you a wink and you quickly look away from her.
“Okay, ladies. Give her a second and you,” Natasha locks eyes with you, “how about we move to couch, you will sit down and take a few deep breaths, alright detka?” The redhead smiles at you as her soft hand touches you, leading you to the living room. You can just nod, but you're happy, because Natasha doesn’t look mad or upset anymore, actually there is this look in her eyes, you can´t quite point a finger what it means, but her eyes kind of shifted somehow.
After a few minutes of Natasha saying sweet nothings, you calm down a bit, she whispers, “It´s okay to look, you know. No need to feel shy about it. Honestly, we all do appreciate a good compliment, especially from a pretty girl like you, (Y/N).” And there it is again; your cheeks are flushed, and your heart is beating fast again.
“How about we all help? To make you feel better, that is what you want right?” Wanda comes in, her hands slowly massaging your stiff shoulders.
“I- I don’t want to bother you, or like-” you stutter out, your mind being a little fuzzy, you just feel tingles all around you, in you, everywhere.
“Shhh, we promised we will help you out, so just let us.” Wanda whispers in your ear.
“Or not and we will find our way.” Maria finally speaks. “Besides, it would not be fair, Kate already had her time with you, and we all are good friends, we share things. That´s just how it works here.”
You look at Kate, who's now standing in front of you, looking down at you with a smile on her face, that is telling you, that she does not have any regrets of throwing you into the cage full of hungry tigers. Infact, she looks like a kid on a Christmas Eve. Suddenly, your mind is craving any touch.
What's going on?
‘You want this, shhh, you´re safe. Everything is okay. Just enjoy this.’
I want this. So much.
‘That is right, malyshka.’
Wanda nods, giving a signal to the rest of the girls. Kate immediately knowing what to do, she basically sprints out of the room to get some stuff from the ‘Avengers special room’, it´s not even a minute and she's back with some ropes, wand, few straps, and handcuffs.
It´s your first time with them, so they don’t want to overstimulate you that much. Other toys for other days.
Maria takes the ropes and starts to tie your hands together, putting them above your head, “Keep them there.”
“Yes, -” you stop yourself and Maria raises her eyebrow, she knows that you wanted to use your manners and address her by a title, but your little messy head does not know which one to use.
“Sir.” She smirks and you nod a little.
“Yes, sir,” you give her a little smile, it makes so much sense, that this is her title.
“Already being so good?” Natasha kisses your forehead, going to the kitchen and making sure she's putting the phone in a good place for the perfect angle of her little movie.
Lots of things are happening and you feel people touching you all over your body. Hill finishes tying your hands together and she comes to Natasha, both of them are saying something, but you can't hear at all. Your attention is now on Wanda and Kate, they are slowly tying your legs together, is hot, but adorable at the same time as the witch is teaching the young archer how to do the perfect knot.
Carol is already without her clothes, having only a big strap on herself as she is adjusting the harness and even though you saw her naked already, you don’t think you could get enough of her.
Suddenly there are some lips on yours, when they pull away, you notice it´s Yelena, you smile at her instinctively. She is a bit harsh, but you actually like it that way, and both of you know it. “Have fun, when you´re done here, come to my room. Understood?”
You nod, again, “Understood, yes,” you whisper.
Yelena just smiles a little, and slaps your cheek, which caught you off guard, but it sends shivers down your body, making your pussy even more wet. You´re positive that you´re already making so much mess.
Carol finally comes to you and picks you up, without a word she places you on the table in the living room, making you the center of attention. But you don’t want her to let go of you, she's so warm and her strong embrace is making you feel like the most secured person in the entire milky way.
“Don´t worry, malysh. Captain is very cuddly after sex.” Wanda sends you a wink as her and Kate finishes the tight knots on your legs.
Natasha comes with a knife in her hand, slowly cutting through your clothes and with a slight smirk she says with such a rasp in her voice, “who wants to go first?”
THANK YOU FOR READING! 💕💕💕
This went totally different way than I wanted to, but hey, here we are :p
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Ive been an awful good girl
This is part of my 12 days of fics
Pairings: Dom!Carol Danvers x Sub!Fem!Reader
Warnings: pet play, strap on sex, rough sex, mommy kink, reader is referred to as puppy.
Summary: in which you beg Carol for something on your Christmas list
For as long as you and Carol have been dating, you’ve wanted her to be rough with you. And you’ve always wanted to try pet play. You’ve looked on certain websites at different collars and leashes made for that kind of stuff.
Carol has been iffy about it since she doesn’t wanna hurt you. But of course she’s secretly into the idea. The thought of you on your knees with a collar around your neck, her tugging the leash as you suck on her strap.
So, one day -a couple days before Christmas Eve- you pranced into her office. All the avengers have their own offices in the tower for their specific work and meetings and such.
“Hi, Carol.” You chirped, leaning over her desk to kiss her. The two of you were left a little breathless. Then you spoke up, sitting on the edge of her desk with your bare thigh peaking out of your skirt. You noticed the way her eyes lingered on your body before looking into your eyes. “So…Christmas is coming up soon.”
“Yes it is, darling.”
“And I was wondering if you put any thought into what I want this year?”
“Y/n, we’ve talked about this. I don’t want to hurt you. And I don’t know if you are interested in the pet play dynamic.”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t interested. Besides, if it gets too much I’ll tell you to stop. Just please think about it? I’ve been an awful good girl haven’t I?” you gave her your best puppy dog eyes and she sighed, “Okay. But don’t bother me about it again Y/n.”
“Ok mommy.” You beamed before quickly hopping off the desk and rushing out of the room. “Ugh, Y/n! You can’t just say things like that!” She called after you but to no avail, you didn’t hear her.
-Christmas Day-
You woke up to the feeling of the blonde kissing you awake. “Mmm morning baby.” You moaned.
“Morning, sweetheart. I thought I’d give you your Christmas present now. It’s not one I can give to you around the others.” You furrowed your brows but nodded, sitting up and watching Carol grab a box wrapped in red and white striped paper.
She handed it to you and you grabbed it from her, looking into her eyes for permission and the captain nodded. You teared open the paper and opened the box to find a collar and a leash. You looked at her with shocked eyes.
Your girlfriend smirked, “I figured we’d have a little fun before we open presents.”
“Yes please!” You squealed.
You stripped down, and so did Carol. You watched as she put on her strap. You were on your knees in front of her. “Ok puppy, let mommy put your collar on.”
She fastened the collar around your neck. “Not too tight?” The captain asked.
“Not too tight.” You confirmed.
Carol smiled and attached the leash onto your collar. “Puppy, what do you wanna do now?” She decided since it’s your first time doing something like this that she’d give you control on what you do.
You thought for a moment before saying “Mmm…I want to suck your strap please.”
“Aww yeah? Puppy wants a treat?” The blonde teased and you nodded, your slick dripping down your thighs.
She stood up and walked closer to you, moving her cock towards your mouth. You immediately began to suck on it. Your girlfriend pulled the leash as you bobbed your head.
“So pretty like this. Such a good pet.” Carol crooned, petting your hair with her other hand.
You sucked her off for a while before pulling off of her.
“Mommy, I’m so wet I need-“ you were cut off by a sharp slap to your cheek.
“Good puppies don’t talk unless spoken to. Got that?” You nodded. “Good. Now what do you need pretty girl?”
“I need your cock. I need you to fuck me deep inside and don’t be gentle please!” In an instant you were on the bed on all fours, Carol teasing the tip of her strap against your leaking folds.
Without warning she pushed in harshly and didn’t waist any time to start thrusting hard and fast, pulling your leash.
“Oh fuck mommy! So good!” You cried as she constantly hit your spot.
“Taking me so good baby! Fuck!” She groaned snapping her hips to yours.
You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. “M’so close mommy! Please let me cum!”
“Fuck baby, go ahead and cum.”
You clenched around her cock and moaned when you felt your release.
Your girlfriend pulled out of you and pulled you to lay on her chest. “How was that baby?” The blonde asked.
“So good, mommy.”
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how the mighty crumble
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sub!carol danvers x dom!reader
word count: 1.6k
warnings: corruption and innocence kink, size kink, fingering, strap on use (r giving), praise, degrading, overstimulation, accidental burning (light)
“I know it hurts a little, but you can take it, can’t you?” She whined back at you and you generously gave her the chance to correct herself before you had to do it for her. You had to cut her some slack when you were pushing her limits, understanding that the stretch of having three fingers in her cunt was going to make her head nice and empty.
So instead of slapping her puffy clit as you so cruelly wanted to do, you grabbed the underside of her leg below the knee and hiked it up onto the space next to her chest, watching the prominent muscle of her thighs flex as she wailed. How someone could be so strong yet so breakable you never understood, but you were thankful to whatever gods placed her in your bed. As if that combo didn’t make your stomach flip enough, Carol Danvers was surprisingly innocent when she first stumbled upon your path.
“Hurts…so deep,” she struggled to communicate, a crease appearing between her brows as she looked to you for guidance. Your fingers had disappeared down to the knuckle, her greedy pussy swallowing them and clenching down everytime you withdrew your digits to pump steadily.
“I know, princess, it feels good too though, right?” Just like it feels good to have royalty spread open beneath me.
“So good,” she whined with that voice that drove you crazy. She sounded so desperate, so weak, so lacking in control. Carol was a woman of unimaginable power. She could, and had, bring down entire empires and have them crumbling beneath her very feet. She had the power of a goddamn sun. Yet she struggled to take your fingers without turning into a mess.
“Tingles,” she told you, breathless and at the mercy of the pleasure you had gifted her.
“And what should you do when it starts to tingle?” You questioned, waiting to see if she still at least had some self-control as she clamped around your three fingers.
“Can I cum…please?” She asked, sounding just as innocent as the first time you had fucked her. Piece by piece, you had methodically stripped away that initial purity by introducing her to so many things. Even after all that, she continued to cling to some semblance of innocence, as though she wanted your gradual corruption to continue as much as you did.
“Of course, princess, go ahead,” you encouraged as you continued to pump your fingers into her dripping cunt at a steady pace. As much as you wanted to make her cry, you held off for the time being, opting to fuck her tenderly as she grew used to the distant stretch. It was only prep afterall.
Carol truly did sound like royalty as she came, shuddering and moaning so beautifully as she soaked your fingers. You leant down and began to suck possessive marks across her collarbone and breasts, fingering her through her high and into another. She squirmed beneath you, finding it all so overwhelming but holding no desire for it to end. She scratched down your back, so caught up in her bliss that she forgot her own strength as she dug her nails in. You didn’t mind the pain, only taking it as encouragement to focus all three fingers on that special spot inside the captain that practically made her scream.
You smirked against her once you coaxed the reaction out of her, steadying your digits as she came around them again. Even after you had pushed her walls the accommodate more than usual, she still felt so tight around you as she came, allowing you to ruin her all over again as she mewled. You took your soaked fingers out of her cunt and held them to your both, smiling down at the exhausted hero as you tasted her arousal. She stared up at you through hooded eyes, mesmerised by the sight of you enjoying her further until you dropped your hand to your briefs that held the largest toy you owned.
Although Carol had seen it earlier, her eyes still widened as she took in the cock you stroked with your glistening wet hand, using your spit and the reminients of the blonde’s wetness as lube to prepare her. You had wanted to use it since your first time together, struggling to resist the urge to throw Carol over your kitchen counter and fuck her relentlessly until her innocence had dissipated. But you had been patient, and it was finally about to pay off.
“You’re gonna look so pretty getting filled with this cock, baby,” you assured the hero as you massaged her thighs. She preened under the attention that soothed her worries regarding whether or not you were even going to fit. Still, she voiced the concerns as you had taught her to, ensuring you never took it too far with the beautiful blonde.
“What if it doesn’t fit?” She asked with uncertainty as she eyed the toy you couldn’t stop touching.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make sure it does,” you said sweetly to front the burning impatience you held.
You kissed down her neck in all of the tender spots that made her shudder as you dragged your cock between her thighs, settling it comfortably against her awaiting pussy. She grew breathless again, this time in an excited anticipation that was soon relieved when you pushed the silicone inside. Carol gasped, clinging to your back once more while you held back on forcing it all in at once to hear her cry.
“Y/n,” she cried out as her walls stretched further for your unforgiving cock. The pressure was immense and the pain was perfect, making Carol wetter the more you gave her. She had never taken anything so big, never felt so utterly fucked and you were still only half way in.
You paused momentarily when Carol uttered for you to do so. “You’re so perfect,” you told her, holding her waist tight. “So obedient, so good,” you continued, withdrawing your hips slightly to push back in without going further. She couldn’t give you a verbal response, only moaning as you lightly fucked open her swollen cunt until the promise that she could feel it so much more finally clicked.
“More,” she called out, not truly understanding what she was asking for until you snapped your hips forward and suddenly she was full to the brim.
“Ah!” She sounded so fucking good that you didn’t dare stop, snapping your hips frantically against the captain and abusing her sore pussy in the process. Carol had never felt so used in her entire life and she loved how powerless she felt.
“S’too much,” she told you even though her cunt was soaking the sheets beneath you.
“Take it,” you practically growled as you gazed down at the sight of Carol enveloping your cock with greed. “Fucking take it,” you ordered, pressing yourself entirely into her as you fucked her without relent. As though her mind and body were competing for their say on what they could handle, Carol wrapped her legs around your waist and pulled you impossibly deeper into her with a sharp cry. You smirked at the action, recognising that she was completely at the mercy of her own desire.
“I wish you could see how your greedy pussy just sucks me in,” you told Carol in a grunt, holding her down with enough force to bruise any normal human. “You’re not the tough Captain they all think you are. You’re just a little slut,” you told her as she continued to moan helplessly. You throbbed at the sight of it all, vaguely feeling how Carol’s stretched cunt continued to hug your cock.
“Yeah,” she whimpered, fully aware that it was something she never would have admitted prior to meeting you. “Yours,” she added, knowing how it made your insides flip.
“Please can I…cum?” She babbled, head empty, as you thrust the cock at a pace she couldn’t keep up with nor match given how raw she was. “Please,” she added as tears finally began to stream down her face. You wished you could have taken a picture of the sight to keep with you everywhere you went, luckily it was easily engraved in your memory.
“Go ahead, princess, soak my cock,” you ordered, a mere second before she let a string of whorish moans escape her soft lips.
Carol couldn’t have held herself back any longer if she wanted to, too dumbed down to be able to find the strength that you had drained her of in the best way possible. Except this time when her orgasm rushed through her body, the overstimulation had her system going into a defensive state and her hands suddenly began to burn at your back.
“Fuck,” you hissed. You looked down at Carol’s blissed features and didn’t dare interrupt the waves of pleasure she had worked so hard to earn, so you endured the non serious heat on your back with a sense of pride until the captain’s senses gradually dulled and her powers dispersed.
“It’s okay,” you cooed when you slipped the toy out and heard Carol whine. She was understandably sore and incredibly sensitive, so you swiftly tossed your brief harness onto the floor somewhere and enveloped yourself and Carol with several soft blankets as she always needed after. You wrapped your arms around her exhausted frame as you did so, making sure she felt entirely cocooned in your safety. She must have as she nuzzled into your neck and clung to your body, keeping you desperately close.
“You did so well for me, princess. So perfect,” you muttered as you stroked her back and tried not to focus on the dull pain of the light deep burns on your own. They weren’t bad, but you would wait a while until you mentioned it to the captain because in that moment, all that mattered to you was making sure she was okay.
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I Want You
Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader
Word Count: 2515
Warnings: Mechanic!Carol, Intersex!Carol, Smut, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Choking, Sex on a car (Probably don't need to say that but I am anyways),I don't think there is much else.
A/n: Have been thinking about Mechanic!Carol for awhile and just had to write her. She is just so cute and beefy. I'm not even sure if this is any good but oh well.
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN
You walk through the door bumping into a hard figure losing your balance. Strong arms wrap around your body pulling you into them making sure you don’t fall, your hands grasping at the shoulders of whoever caught you. A squeak leaving you from your almost fall and being startled. You haven’t even realized who you had bumped into until you look up a wide grin on the blonde's face as she still holds onto you.
“Oh, I-I’m sorry Carol. I didn’t know anyone was still here. You startled me.” You say still holding onto her shoulders and her arms wrapped tightly around your waist. She gives you that smirk that makes you melt. “I was finishing up a client's car before heading out. Why on earth are you still here though?” You let out a sigh of frustration. “Tony said I needed to complete the books before leaving.” Carol gave you a look you couldn’t quite read. “I’ll talk to him. You should be able to go home on time. The books could have been finished tomorrow.” You shake your head. “No, no it’s ok. I’m used to this.” You frantically try and persuade her. “No. I’ll talk to him. I won’t let him treat you like this.” She now is wearing a scowl on her face. “Carol, it really is ok. I mean Tony’s my boss I kind of have to listen to him.” You tell her.
Carol laughs at your words, slightly throwing her head back. You can feel her chest vibrate against you reminding you of how you two are entangled at the moment. Carol looks back down at you noticing that she has yet to let you go. You both let go and take a step back. Carol’s hand drifting down your arm before clutching your hand in hers. “Tony will listen to me.” You give her a confused look waiting for her to continue. “Y/n/n I own this place. I’m his boss.” There is a proud smirk playing on her lips. “I- What? You? I never-” You stop your words when Carol places her finger on your lips. Your cheeks turn pink at the action. “I don’t want to do all the business end. I love working on cars so I hired Tony to deal with all of that while I get to do what I love. I get to make all the final decisions.” She winks at you causing your cheeks to burn and turn even redder.
“Thank you Carol.” You look down. Her finger hooks under your chin and gently pulls you to look up back at her. Your face is definitely the color of a tomato as you look at her. You have had a crush on the woman since you started working here at the front desk. You knew you didn’t have a chance with the woman so you just let your crush be just that, a crush. “You are so welcome, pretty girl.” Carol can’t help but play with you a bit. The redness of your cheeks spurring her on.
What you didn’t know was that Carol also had a crush on you. She was hoping that you would get the hint when she flirted with you but so far it hadn’t worked. She can tell how nervous you get when you're around her. How you have a permanent blush when talking to her. She finds you absolutely adorable.
You don’t know what came over you but with that look in her eyes and that stupid smirk she has looking at you, you leaned in and kissed her. That totally caught the woman off guard. That she didn’t even get to kiss you back before you pulled away from her. “Oh god. Oh fuck. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry fuck.” You rambled covering your face with your hands feeling so stupid.
Carol grabs your hands pulling them away from your face before she grabs your hips and pulls you into her crashing her lips into yours. You gasp into the kiss. Carol uses this opportunity to shover her tongue in your mouth exploring your mouth with her tongue. You're quick to recover kissing her back just as intensely. Carol turns you around walking you both back until your ass hits the front bumper of a car. She easily lifts you to sit on the hood of the car, slotting herself between your legs. Never breaking the kiss once.
Once air becomes necessary you both pull back panting your breaths mingling in the air between you. “Wow. I have been wanting to do that for a long time.” Carol pulls you closer to her leaning her head against yours. You let out a hum of satisfaction agreeing with her statement. “I didn’t think you would ever like me like that.” You give her big doe eyes which causes her to chuckle. This just causes you to pout. She didn’t like to see you pout her hands cupping your face as she pulled away looking down at you. “I have been flirting with you for months.” She smiles at you. “Really?” You questioned shocked. “Of course, sweet girl. I was hoping that you would notice.” She let out a small chuckle as you pouted again. “It’s ok sweet girl. I got to kiss you now, which is all that matters to me.”
The room is silent for a bit before you lean up pecking her lips again. Your body pressing closer to hers. That is when you feel it. The growing bulge in her pants. You gasp at the feeling, slightly shocked. You look at her with your mouth slightly opened. A panic rises in her eyes as she steps back. “I-I’m sorry.” She turns to leave but you catch her by the arm pulling her back towards you. “Wait Carol.” You give her a soft smile and she looks down. This time you're the one to raise her gaze back to yours. Your lip caught between your teeth as you looked at her. “I find it really hot.” You pull her back between your legs. She breathes a sigh of relief as she presses back against you, her forehead leaning on yours. A small whimper leaves your lips as her bulge presses back against you. “You're so perfect.” She whispers between you. “You're perfect the way you are.” Your hands cup her face as you show her that you like her for her.
With your words her confidence came back and she grabbed your hips pulling you impossibly closer as she grinded into you. A moan falls from your lips as your hands fly to her shoulders and your head falls back. She takes the opportunity to attach her lips to your neck sucking deep red and purple marks. “Please.” You let a small whimper out. She pulls back looking at you with lust filled eyes. “I have wanted you for so long, but are you sure?” You bring your head back up to look at her. You can see that all she cares about is your comfort. It’s neither of your ideal place to start this but you have wanted her the same way she has wanted you and you don’t want to wait anymore. Your heart swells at her thoughtfulness and concern for you.
Your hand cups Carol’s cheek as she nuzzles lightly into your palm. A warm smile spreads on your lips. “More than anything.” She leans in gently kissing you pouring all of her feelings into it. You move your hands to her hips pushing down her coveralls that are tied around her waist. She helps shuffle them down to her ankles. She is now in front of you with a white tank top on and boxers. Her hard cock strained against the material. You admire her toned arms and gasps when you get a better idea of just how large she is. She smirks before kissing you harshly again, moving back closer and grinding against you causing both of you to moan into one another's mouth.
Carol grabs the bottom of your shirt urging you to take it off. As you do you pull away from her lips but as soon as your shirt hits the floor your lips are back on hers. She then works to get you out of your pants and underwear. She pulls back pulling off your shoes and pulling both off tossing them into a pile. She then kicks off her boots and coveralls. When she moves back between your legs your hands go to push her boxers down but she grabs them in her hands pressing you till your back is against the hood of the car and your hands are above your head. Leaning over you as she pecks your lips. Her other hand pulls your bra down letting your breast spill out over top of it. Her calloused hands groping you. She squeezes and massages your breast as she nips at your lips. “So beautiful.” She starts to move down your jaw towards your neck. “I have imagined fucking you just like this so many times. Jerking off to the thought of you cuming on my cock making a mess as I fuck you on a beautiful car. But it will never be more beautiful than you.” You can’t help but moan at her words. The thought of her jerking off to you has your pussy gushing. “Please” You whimper.
“Fuck.” Carol breathes. Not wanting to wait any longer she shuffles her boxers down with her one hand kicking them off while keeping your hands above your head. She takes her cock swiping it through your folds, nudging the head into your clit. A moan falling from your lips as she does so. She does this a few more times before lining herself up with your entrance. She leans her head against yours again. “Are you sure about this Y/n/n?” She asks you again. You move your legs to wrap around her waist. “Yes, just please fuck me already Carol. I want to feel you.” Your eyes pleading with her.
Both of your moans echo off the wall as Carol pushes the head into you. Slowly sinking her length into your tight velvety walls. Her hips pressing until they are flush with your ass making you gasp at the fullness. “So fucking tight.” She moans. “S-so big.” You moan. She gives you time to adjust to her size not wanting to hurt you. She lightly makes out with you waiting for a sign that you're ready. When you're ready you start to grind your hips into her. She groans into the kiss pulling almost all the way out before snapping her hips back into you.
It doesn’t take long for Carol to start a fast and rough pace as she fucks into you. Your moans filling the room as she angles her hips just perfectly hitting the spot deep inside you that you’re already seeing stars. Carol leans up watching as your breasts bounce with every thrust of her hips. “Hands stay there.” She warns you as her hands release yours snaking down to your throat. She wraps her hand around your throat lightly squeezing causing a moan to be caught in your throat.
It was a calculated move for Carol to test those waters but she is pleasantly surprised when your walls clench around her length as her hand tightens around your neck. A moan tumbling from her lips as you squeeze her tightly. Her hips pounding into you mercilessly relishing in just how good you feel wrapped around her. The hand not around your throat moves down your body, her fingers lightly drawing a path down your stomach before stopping at your bundle of nerves. Her finger pressing against your clit eliciting a loud moan from you. Her fingers then meticulously rubbing circles as the knot in your stomach grows.
Carol’s pace never falters as she pounds into you so mesmerized by the beauty beneath her. Sprawled out on the car as she watches your blissed out face. Her cock disappearing into your cunt as she fucks you roughly. Her thrust grows sloppy as your walls squeeze her tight. Your legs are slightly shaking around her hips. She can tell you’re close and so is she. Her grip on your throat tightening just a bit more and her fingers rub tight fast circles on your clit. You choke on your words as you try to tell her how close you are. “I know sweet girl. Cum all over my cock, make a mess.” She thrusts hard into you.
You moan as your walls clench hard around Carol, almost forcing her out as you cum hard. Your legs tighten around her waist and you resist the urge to grab onto her with your hands. Back arching up off the hood of the car as your eyes roll into the back of your head. A warm stream of white sticky liquid painting your walls as Carol fills you with her cum. The pleasure almost makes you black out. Carol slowly ruts into you prolonging both of your orgasms as you both slowly come down. A mix of both of your cums seeping out around Carol’s cock onto the hood of the car.
Carol lets your throat go and pulls your body into hers. You wrap your arms around her tightly and nuzzle into her neck. Still joined together as you both catch your breaths. Carol chuckles and you feel her chest vibrating against you. “Guess I’m going to have to pay Steve extra to detail this car before getting it back to the owner.” You whine and hide more in her neck embarrassed at the mess you made and the prospect of your friend cleaning up your cum from the hood of this car. “Don’t worry sweetheart. He won’t ask questions. He is too much of a prude to ask. Also the extra cash will keep him quiet.” She kisses the side of your head. You hum at her response, kissing her neck lightly.
You never expected that staying late tonight would lead you here. To the chance to finally be with the person you desired most but you're so thankful that Tony had you stay. You’re hoping now that you will be able to get closer and grow with Carol as you explore your new dynamic. You don’t know what you two are yet but you're hoping to be just hers.
The silence between you two is broken when Carol slowly thrusts in and out of you causing you to moan. She kisses your neck before sinking her teeth into your pulse point. You dig your nails into her back whimpering. “F-Fuck.” Is all you can say as her pace picks back up. “Sorry sweetheart, I can't help myself. Want to fill you again.” She groans as your walls squeeze her. “Mhmm.” You mumble knowing that you are in for a long night and Steve will be paid a hefty amount to clean this car tomorrow.
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There are three blondes that have me in a frickin' CHOKEHOLD right now.
These are the things that are in the works for them. And yes, its all smut. Fight me, I'm going through some shit.
Vanessa Shelly (Afton) : Vanessa meets the new security guard (f!reader) who is a pregnant, part time college student with 2 jobs. Reader struggles with intimacy and Vanessa shows her there's nothing to be afraid of with her.
Second Work: Vanessa puts you in your place in the back of her cop car, forgetting that the dash cam is still on... she isn't fired, but she catches some real hell for it, and you stopping by the precinct to see her does NOT help the situation.
Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) : Carol takes you to Aladna and you find out she's married to the prince. Angry and distressed, Carol has to prove to you that you are all she wants and could ever need.
Kara Danvers (Supergirl): Sequel to "This Is What I Know Of Life" Kara wants you. But you keep getting hurt on the job and she's terrified that because of how strong she is, she may end up hurting you during intimacy. You take the lead and let her feel things she has never felt before.
Second Work: Supergirl infiltrates an underground alien fight club to rescue J'onn when she finds out the rings champion is a Kryptonian that is being held against her will and is being poisoned with red kryptonite in order to win every match. She recognizes you: her best friend when she was 9-years-old.
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Could you do: beefy!gp!Carol who gets jealous after seeing you flirt with one of the avengers?
UNFAIR
PAIRINGS: Carol Danvers x reader
WORD COUNT: 1,019
WARNINGS: smut, Carol has a dick, angst, break up sex, fluff, secret love, jealousy, captain!C, praise, smut, cumming on body, jerking off, no protection, pregnancy, think that’s all :)
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
“That’s not fair, Y/N.” Carol proclaimed, and you had to bite your lip to prevent further disagreeance.
“You can’t just walk around and- and act like you’re all up for grabs, that’s not fair.” You clasped your hands together at her dejected face, and she plopped on the bed with a sigh.
“Carol, we’re not together anymore, I- I can talk to who I want without consequences.” She shook her head and placed it in her hands, her fingers digging at her scalp as red nearly exploded across her face. She was angry, you both knew that, but it wasn’t just anger and frustration that coursed through her veins; it was sadness, betrayal. She had no reason to feel this way, like you said, you weren’t even hers anymore. But she still felt a lingering pain deep in her chest, it felt worse than any bruise you’d tend to.
“But I still love you-“
“But you can’t, Carol. You can’t keep doing this to yourself, you deserve to move on and be happy.” There was a silence filling the room, and for a moment you thought she might’ve wanted you to leave. Which you began doing before you heard a mumbled whisper. You turned, asking for the repetition you needed.
“But I want to be happy with you. I am happy with you, why won’t you just accept that? Why won’t you accept me?” You gulped, your voice seeming to hide with it as you shook from a sigh.
“We weren’t good for each other.” She stood suddenly, and your hand was taken in hers for a soft peck.
“But you were good for me. You made me feel things I never felt before, and I want to be with you again. Please, I- I promise I’ll change! Whatever you need, I’ll do it all. I’ll do anything for you, dove.” Her pleading eyes had always been impossible to ignore, and the same continued even now. You couldn’t resist her, she was the love of your life, after all.
“Just one last time, okay? We’ll have sex, and in the morning I’ll be gone, deal?” She wanted you to stay, but she knew this was the best chance she’d have at seeing you again. If she said no, who knows if you’d ever come back.
“I’ll make it worth your while then, Y/N.”
“Fuck, I’m- I’m so close, baby.” The woman mumbled, and you had to stifle a moan that still found its way out of you.
“I know, Carol, I know, sweetheart.” Your fingers dug threw her hair, your nails scratching her scalp softly in a soothing manner. Her eyes fluttered shut as her free hand fell to your hardened nipple, the other landing on your cheek as she used her thumb to stroke the soft skin.
“Can I…can I kiss you?” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. But you nodded, and she instantly drew you in for a passionate, loving kiss. She noticed the goosebumps along your skin, and she drew back for only a moment, her lips lingering against yours as you begged internally for more.
“I know you’re cold, just hold onto me.” Your arms went around her back, your legs wrapping around her ass as tears threatened to escape you. You sighed in relief when her mouth met yours again, and her body heated up to the perfect temperature to keep you warm.
“Please, captain, I want you to cum in me.” She shook, and her thrusts were coming to a halt. But she kept up, determined to force your quickening arrival first. And the moment you hit your peak and eventually regained your breath, she immediately drew out, stroking her cock until reaching her peak. Her coil snapped, and her release painted your body. You looked up at her, confused as to why she dismissed your request.
“I don’t want you to make a decision you’ll regret. If you’re serious about..about leaving me, then I’m not going to get you pregnant and force you to handle something you can’t.” She seemed hurt at the thought, you always knew she wanted a kid, a family. She wanted that family with you, however, and you caught yourself daydreaming about the same possibility she offered you.
“You didn’t leave.” She noted, and you turned to face her with a grin, the towel covering your wet body. The shower had streaks of steam running down it, and she could tell by your looks that you had just finished taking one.
“No, I didn’t.” She sat up instantly, and you bit your lip at her exposed chest through the see-through tank top. Her nipples were hard under the cold aroma, and all you could imagine was wrapping your lips around them and hearing her groans of pleasure.
“Are you going to?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“…I know a good diner if you’re willing to stay long enough for breakfast.”
“Sure, I’d like that.” You never would’ve expected close to a year later that you would continue to lie next to her, your hands interlacing as her free one was set on her book. Her reading glasses were on the brink of her nose, and you looked out the window to admire the scenery.
“I still can’t believe you took me to space.” She chuckled, placing a kiss on the back of your palm as she followed your gaze.
“It’s pretty great isn’t it?” You hummed, receiving a wrap of arms around your body. Her book was now in front of you, and she read it quietly in your ear. You cuddled into her chest, poking her strong biceps that she teasingly flexed.
“Thank you for not giving up on me, Carol.” She paused, taking a moment to leave soft pecks on your neck.
“I could never give up on you; on us.” She rubbed her thumb over your swollen stomach, smiling softly as she spoke a greeting to the arriving young girl.
“The moment we land on Earth, nothing can stop me from meeting my little one.”
“As long as I have you two, I’ll be okay.”
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Going All the Way
Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers x Female Reader
Carol and Nat confront you about how you’ve been flirting with the both of them
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (all receiving hehe), thigh/face/abs riding, captain and daddy kink
Note: I just think that Carol and Nat. Enjoy this one!
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In retrospect, flirting with two of your teammates at once maybe wasn’t the best idea. But you hadn’t realized you’d been doing it. And you definitely didn’t expect it to get this far.
When you joined the team, it was a time of great loss and confusion. Half of the population had disappeared while the other half was trying to live with the fear of not knowing what their tomorrows held.
So, when you met the two women you started flirting with them just to have a hint of joy in your life.
You had no idea that the two women would confront you about it. But here you are in the compound common room with the two women sitting across from you.
“So, y/n, we wanted to talk to you,” Carol begins. You feel your palms getting sweaty and your heart pounding in your chest.
“What’s up?” You try to sound casual. Judging by the way Natasha smirks, you failed at that.
“You’ve been doing a whole lot of flirting with me,” Natasha says.
“And with me,” Carol adds. “We’re not very happy that you’ve been flirting with both of us.”
You drop your gaze to your feet, but soon a pair of boots comes into your vision.
“Look at me,” Carol says, lifting your chin up with her fingers. “Don’t worry, sweet girl.”
Natasha joins Carol and she places a hand on your cheek. Her thumb brushes over your face.
“We’ve come up with a solution,” Natasha says. She leans down and her lips are just inches from yours. “But only if you really want us both.”
You nod and Carol’s fingers push your head further away from Natasha. You hold back a whimper.
“Use your words, sweetheart,” Carol commands.
“Yes- yes, captain,” you say and the woman releases her tight grip.
Natasha’s lips do find yours, but the kiss is feather light. She barely touches you but it lights your insides on fire.
“Let’s take care of these clothes,” Natasha says. She slips her hands under your shirt and you let her lift it over your head.
Carol’s eyes rake over your body and her eyes are filled with passion.
“How about we let her take care of us first, Natasha?” Carol suggests.
“Great idea,” Nat replies.
You reach out to unbutton Natasha’s pants, slipping them down her legs.
“Lay back on the couch,” Natasha says.
You listen to her and she positions herself over your mouth, effectively riding your face.
“Mm, you look perfect riding our sweet girl,” Carol says.
She shreds her own clothes and gives Natasha a searing a kiss as the woman continues to move her hips over your mouth.
It’s hard to breathe but you will never complain about being between her thighs.
You can barely see the women, but by the way Carol is moaning you can tell Natasha is touching her.
“Keep going, sweetheart,” Natasha says, picking up the pace of her hips.
“That’s a good girl,” Carol praises you.
Natasha’s movements become erratic as she reaches her high. She comes on your face and you lick her until she’s lifting herself off your face.
Carol immediately kisses you to taste Natasha on your tongue. She moans into the kiss. You try to pull her up your body to ride your face like Nat, but she stops you.
“No, no, sweet girl,” she says.
She lifts you off the couch and Natasha guides you down onto your knees in front of Carol. She holds Carol from behind, her hands running all over woman’s body.
“Make her feel good, detka,” Natasha instructs.
Carol’s strong hand pulls your head to her pussy. You get to work licking through her folds and sucking her clit.
Natasha’s fingers work in tandem with your mouth to bring Carol to her high quickly. She groans and holds your head in place as she comes.
You feel yourself slipping closer to your own orgasm without even being touched.
“Good girl,” Natasha says.
“Mhm, your captain feels so good,” Carol agrees.
You are still on your knees and Carol lifts you up in her arms. She sits you back on the couch and pulls your pants down your legs.
“Which one of us do you want first?” Natasha asks, her competitiveness shining through.
The two women kneel in front of you.
“Um- I-“
“Which one?” Carol asks with a harsher tone. Her hand grips your thigh tightly.
You truly don’t know which woman you want more, so you give the only answer you can think of.
“Both,” you say.
Natasha smirks but Carol’s eyes get darker.
“You needy, needy girl,” Carol says.
She kisses Natasha right in front of you and you squirm on the couch. It’s filthy as she sucks on Natasha’s tongue. You move your hands towards your pussy to relieve some pressure but Nat’s hands hold you back.
“Please,” you whimper.
Carol relents on her kissing and she turns her attention back to you. She kisses your thighs and bites them before she brings her tongue to your center.
“Oh fuck,” you say.
Natasha leaves marks on your thighs before she also licks through your folds. The two women work simultaneously, their tongues mingle together.
“Come for us, sweetheart,” Carol says when she feels you getting close.
“Oh god,” you moan out as you come hard. Carol licks you clean and kisses Natasha once again.
“We’re not done yet,” Natasha says.
She moves to sit on the couch and pulls you into her lap.
“I know you want to ride her thigh,” Carol teases you.
“Yes I do, captain,” you say.
“Good girl. Ride daddy’s thigh,” Carol using that term for Natasha threatens to make you pass out.
Your head is dizzy as Nat pulls you right into another orgasm. They give you no time to recover before Carol pulls you to her lap.
“Ride her abs, sweetheart. Make yourself feel good on the captain,” Natasha says.
“You look so pretty like this,” Carol says, kissing you as you ride her abs. “So into me that you’ll fuck yourself anywhere on my body.”
“Yes captain,” you say.
“Come for us, baby,” Natasha instructs you.
“Yes daddy,” you reply.
Both women grin as you come hard onto Carol’s abs. Natasha licks her abs and then pulls you in for a kiss.
Carol kisses you deeply once Natasha pulls away and then both women kiss each other.
“I like this arrangement,” Carol says.
“Me too, Carol,” Nat agrees. “How do you feel, sweet girl?”
“Really glad I flirted with both of you,” you joke and the women chuckle.
“That was risky,” Nat says.
“Good thing we like you a lot,” Carol adds. “But don’t think you’ll be able to get away with this again.”
“Yes ma’am, captain,” you say and she smiles.
Both women hold you close and you thank goodness that they were bold enough to confront you about the flirting.
You are definitely glad it got taken this far.
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